#con: renji.

[bvrningflames]

“escuché el rumor de que brenda vende v, tal vez fue por eso…”      —    📍 🍻   bar main vein.

' es una acusación muy grave, ¿no te parece? se dicen muchas cosas pero no hay certezas aún, o eso creo. ' muerde su labio inferior, pensativa mientras observa el vaso de cerveza entre sus dedos, no muy común en alguien como malai, sin embargo, con lo ocurrido necesitaba distraerse un rato y terminó allí, en el bar. ' además, también se llevaron a patrick… ' no que ella sea una experta en investigaciones, ni mucho menos, está asustada e intenta unir los puntos, encontrarle algo de sentido a todo pues a fin de cuentas arcadia bay es su hogar ahora. / @r3nji

[renjimt]

Here's renji recipe since the people on unvale wanted.

[sanaeprime]

Han pasado diez años desde la última vez que escribí algo de Bleach, pero al igual que mucha gente en el anime últimamente, HE VUELTO, PERRAS. Os traigo un estudio de personaje de Grimmjow post-canon, necesitáis cuenta en AO3 para leerlo.

Título: Inoue, Kuchiki, Abarai y los demás

Resumen: Ichigo tiene muchos amigos. A Grimmjow no le gusta socializar. A Grimmjow, sin embargo, sí le gusta seguir moliéndose a hostias con Ichigo, y eso tarde o temprano significa que hay que socializar. Estudio de personaje de Grimmjow a través de su relación con los amigos más cercanos de Ichigo tras la Sangrienta Guerra de los 1000 Años.

[arcy-lethra]

Estoy viendo Bleach fade to black y no para de gritar con Ichigo y Rukia <3

[cindol]

SHE GOT A WHAM… GYAT DAMN !

Black fem reader

characters included: connie springer, ino takuma, satoru gojo, suguru getou, renji abarai, sukuna ryomen

synopsis— y/n’s man really love her fat ass and have different ways of showing it.

tw— written in 3rd person(y/n is referred to as she/her), suggestive, smut,Spanish spoken(linda,grasa), connie is a white Dominican, ass slapping, ass eating, anal play, true form sukuna, sukuna has two dicks,

tagging— @ykimobessed @conniesdramaqueen @simpingfor-wakasa

a/n: tumblr pls don’t flag it this time !!

CONNIE SPRINGER

Love showing his appreciation for her ass by kissing it. When y/n and connie are just watching tv lazing around with him laying on her ass hell lazily kiss it. It makes her giggle and try to shoo him away with her hand but he just continues.”just showing appreciation for the best fucking ass I’ve ever laid my eyes on baby.”

At random when she’s kicking her feet laying on her stomach on the couch scrolling through Tiktok he grabs the opportunity to slap her ass even through your jeans making you gasp and pout at him. He just does a mischievous grin.”I’m sorry baby, I can’t keep my hands off this big grasa y’know?” He grabs at the fat of her ass for full effect too.

He even has a pet name for her ass too. Whenever he’s just kissing and squeezing her ass he’ll giggle and mumble,”love my little linda..”

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He will sloppily make out with her own ass, literally. With her laying stomach down and ass up as she hugged a pillow. Rubbing his hands like a villain he’ll give her a playful ass slap before spreading her open with his two hands, looking at her wet hole and grinning.”Bon appetite as they would say right?” That makes y/n whine as she clenched the white pillow.”stop teasing con and fuckin’ dig in already.” He gave her another smack on the ass making her moan.”don’t rush a critic baby.”

His tongue came in contact with her asshole making her whimper at his wet muscle on her hole. As he gripped her ass cheeks tonguing her out, he gets real sloppy with it. His whole mouth is practically kissing on her hole, making it sloppier as he makes audible groaning and moaning noises himself kissing it, chasing after her own high.

INO TAKUMA

He already treats y/n like a fragile glass plate, so it’s expected of him to treat her ass with care. Always letting her wear his beanie while he gives her warm ass rubs on the couch. He hated seeing those “is my ass big?!” questions on tv so he would hate hearing it from his girlfriend’s mouth. When she begs the question while looking into their shared bedroom mirror he just looks up from his phone smiling and looking her up and down saying.”looks pretty nice and fat to me, just how I like my booties!” It makes her cringe but giggle.

He loves seeing her ass in skirts most of all, whenever she would bend down to grab something she dropped, a shivering sound nearly would come out his mouth.

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He’s an ass eater and not ashamed of it, once she tells him she loves a good munch he takes any chance to take a nice bite out of her. When they’re getting nice and comfy doing Netflix and Chill that’s when he plots his plan on her. When there’s a sex scene on the screen y/n just makes a soft giggle at it.”what’s so funny baby? They’re doing what we always do all the time” he said it with a smile making her giggle turn into a full laugh.

“Well they ain’t doing it right I’ll just say, girlie doesn’t even look like she’s enjoying being ate by him.” Ino hums with his hand rubbing her ass.” You think I can do better than that sleaze on the screen maybe?” Her eyes meet him while he has that lazy look and smile on his face while she giggles saying a little,”maaaaybeeeee..”

That dragged out maybe leads to her sitting on his face on their couch. She doesn’t resist either as she lays her pantieless ass flat on his face and smiles looking down at him.”jus’ lemme know when you’re readdyyyyy!” Her last word ended up dragged out once she felt his tongue inside her ass. The way his tongue slurped at her hole and his mouth getting sloppy made whimpers and soft moans erupt from her mouth as she gripped a heart pillow from behind her for leverage against her boyfriend’s powerful tongue. He was getting her soaking wet, getting her slick from top to bottom until he abruptly stopped making her pout and get up off his face once he tapped her thigh. “thought you were gonna show me how better you are than ol’ boy on the screen..” she teased but he said nothing in response.

All he did was take off his baggy sweater and black beanie, ruffling his hair a bit and letting out a curse.”damn sweater was too stuffy, can’t eat properly. Now c’mere.” He easily grabbed her by the legs making her gasp.

SATORU GOJO

he loves a girl with a nice rack but loves the wagon his girlfriend has on her. He’s always cracking jokes about her ass or making a whistle when she tries on some new jeans that fit on her ass just right. When she looks at him for feedback he pretends like he’s thinking with a hand on his chin while licking his bottom lip.”might need to cop a feel to see if it’s snug on there baby, y’know? Never know with these online companies and pants! I would know..”

He likes to do silly things with her ass, always slapping on each ass cheek like bongos making her snort and laugh.”you’re gonna bruise my cheeks doing this satoru!” He just does that devilish laugh he always does in response.”can’t help it, it’s like your cheeks are telling a story sweetheart.”

He likes watching things bounce off her ass too, it’s like watching the laws of gravity. He’ll have her laying face down while he bounces small little tennis balls off her ass like a game.

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Fucks your ass in doggystyle, loves him some anal. His ego grows 10x more larger as he slowly puts every inch inside his poor girl just to hear her shakey moans and “oh god!” and “satoru!” While he shushes her while petting her hair. He starts off with a slow pace and goes off on her reactions to his strokes.”hitting me so good..“ he smiles at that upping his pace inside her ass.”yeah? Want something a lil more up your speed baby?” She responded with a moan and head shake.

He thrust his hips up to a higher pace than last time.”like that?” She whines nodding her head as best she can and he takes that as an obvious yes, he does this game with her until they find the best pace and that’s when he gets to work. With one hand on her shoulder he would give her fast thrusts and strokes inside her ass. Her moans would reach a higher octave.”ah.. satoru..! Wait s-slow down I might..” He just continues making out a giggle when her moans turn into a short gasp when she comes.

Gojo pulls out slowly patting his poor girlfriends head when she looks so flushed and bashful after.

SUGURU GETOU

he likes seeing her in his clothing most importantly only his long white t-shirts. He loved to come into their kitchen when she’s cooking up a nice morning meal then the wide smile that comes on her big lips when she sees him.”breakfast almost done baby!” Saying that like he didn’t just fuck her stupid last night.

He’s a calm man but it’s so hard. When she’s cooking with the girls he has to clench his fists when he sees her in some short clothing and apron. These clothing are appropriate of course but when he sees her backside and ass it’s hard to keep composure as she giggle with the girls when they look back worrying about him.”don’t worry about papa baby, let’s just make yummy cupcakes for papa!”

He a great masseuse just as much as he is a great father meaning that he loves to massage every part of y/n. When she tells him her ass has been slightly sore he secretly loved it even though his calm smile didn’t show it.”come here dear, I’ll relieve some of that tension in your soft spot.” His massages on her ass are always so nice. His hands are so clean and makes her moan at how he treats her ass fat like dough.

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In the bedroom it’s a different story. He loved to rough her ass up with her given consent. With her laying flat across his lap on her stomach he would squirt cold lube on her ass hole making her gasp out and him make a warm smile.”ah relax dear it’ll get better in a moment I promise.” Once their was a good amount of lube he started to insert his fingers, fingering her hole to good enough pace to where she got a bit soppy and wet stopping making her whine and him hush. He grabbed the anal bead toy next to him adding it in her hole inch by inch making her moan with each inch entering her asshole.

He liked to flog her ass too, he hates seeing her cry in any other setting but seeing her teary eyes and gasp each time the flog would slap against her brown ass and how she let out many “oh god!” and “suguruuuu!”

RENJI ABARAI

he of course loves a fat ass, his mother would slap him on his mouth if he didn’t. Before he even started dating y/n when Ichigo introduced him to her he knew her being around him would be a problem.

He loved having her sit on him in a less sexual way and more in a laying claim way and never questions it. He always has a careless look about too, like when she just comes to sit on his lap while he’s playing a online game match with Ichigo and the others, he liked feeling the weight of her fat ass on his lap. He encouraged her to actually sit on him herself and flaunt him off. He liked aimlessly scrolling on his Instagram stories and seeing her story of herself sitting on renji’s lap while he napped on their bed.

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Renji may be a dumbass but he liked having her needy for him also, when given the chance he takes advantage of it actually. Seeing the needy look she was trying to control around their friends made him laugh. Rukia would laugh a little looking at y/n.”looks like you may have to use the number 2 y/n.” She shares a look with Renji for a second and then looks back at rukia laughing.”nah.. just cramps, you know how us women get right?” Rukia laughs along.

What they didn’t know was the fact he had her wearing a vibrating plug at a high 4.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

Having y/n as a new girlfriend showed him a lot about the new modern world and era, like more new technology and fashion. What he did notice was how y/n had a completely different shape than the women he usually would be around in the heian era and it interested him. He would always comment on y/n’s shape with his all 6 eyes looking her bounce whenever she strutted around the house. Without fail it always makes her gasp when he lands a sharp slap on her ass.”nice shape! If you were in my era tehy would’ve loved how fattened up you are in the ass era and boiled you and chopped you up into pieces to eat.” It makes her just pout but chuckle slapping one of his arms.

It amazes him how soft her ass feels too, he’s always been so use to the skinny women with pancakes back in his era so it’s a completely no feeling with brown soft ass.

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sex with him gets trippy. He always fits both dicks in both holes. While one is in her ass the other is making her pussy cream. When she starts to squeal is when he rolls his eyes and uses one of his hands to cover her mouth.”enough of that, don’t need your neighbor coming and discovering the monster you’ve been hiding in your house do you woman?” She makes a quick head shake making him laugh.”then shut up.” And quicken his pace in both holes again.

It’s so mean how he expects her to be quiet when he’s purposely trying to making her cum on both of his dicks

[actuallysaiyan]

Showing Your Loyalty(Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, oral sex(male receiving), rough oral sex, degradation, praise, bodily fluids, dub con, face fucking, dark themes word count: 0.9k pairings: Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader summary: Renji overhears you talking about how you'd fuck Kenpachi during a game of Truth or Dare with your gal pals, so he teaches you a lesson in loyalty... taglist: @beneathstarryskies @misty-angerose @seireiteihellbutterfly @yeowangies @benkeibear

“You think you can just run your mouth like that? I heard what you said.” Renji grunts as he grips your hair.

“Ren, I’m sorry! We were all just playing a dumb game.”

He looks at you, wondering how exactly to punish you. There’s only one thing on his mind. Only one way to truly show you how you can make it up to him. After the bullshit you’ve been pulling today and how you’ve been acting lately.

“You’re playing around with me and it pisses me off. I thought I had a loyal girl,” Renji growls as he pushes you down onto your knees. “I heard what you said with the girls. You said you wanted to fuck Kenpachi, huh?”

With one hand still holding your hair tightly, the other one undoes his pants and pulls them down. His hard cock slaps against his abdomen, and your eyes widen when you see all that precum leaking from it. You can tell that he’s pent up and angry, but also he’s very aroused.

“Gonna put this mouth to good use. Since you want to be a brat and mouth off, I’m going to make you pay for what you said.”

Renji forces you down onto his cock. Your mouth hangs open as the thick girth of him splits open your lips. You moan as the musky flavor of him hits your tongue. Your eyes water as he begins pumping his hips. You gag and choke the minute the head of his cock hits the back of your throat. Renji holds you down there for a few minutes, with your nose pressed into his dark pubic hair.

“Awhh what’s the matter, angel? Can’t talk? Maybe this is all your pretty mouth is good for.”

He begins pumping his hips once more, making you bob up and down his cock. His fingers stay tangled in your hair, forcing you up and down to his pleasure. Drool dribbles from your plump lips, dripping down your chin and onto your shirt. Your heart races as you try your best to steady yourself.

“You gonna swallow my cum, honey? Gonna be a good girl for me this time?”

Renji growls as you swallow around him. He can feel a tingling sensation in his spine. His legs are shaking as you continue to suck him off. He pulls you off his cock to breathe, and he looks down at you with such a hungry look in his eyes. Renji slaps your lips with the tip of his cock, laughing at your pathetic little reaction.

“Oh? You don’t like being treated like such a slut? Maybe you should be loyal to your boyfriend.”

He then pushes you back down to swallow his length. You choke and sputter, breathing through your nose as best as you can. Your hands come out to hold onto his thighs as Renji begins fucking your mouth once more. The grunts and growls that erupt from him are downright animalistic.

“Come on, honey! You can suck cock good. I know you can cause you have sucked my cock the best…or is this because you’d rather choke on my former captain’s cock? Is that it? Wanna choke on Kenpachi’s horse cock?”

Renji’s words are going straight to your core. You attempt to squeeze your thighs together for a little relief. Renji smirks as he sees the way you react to his goading. He knows you’ll be a good girl, but he wants to test you. He knows you’ve had an innocent crush on Kenpachi for some time.

“Does he know how easy it is to make you cum? I bet you fantasize about that.”

You whine and try to steady yourself. Renji pushes you down till your nose presses down onto his pubic bone. And his hips still keep going. He’s fucking your throat at his point. One of his hands comes down to feel him bulging in your throat.

“Gonna make me cum, princess. I need you to swallow it all.”

Your eyes widen as you look up at him. He’s smirking as he watches you attempt to take even more of his cock. You’re just drooling all over his shaft at this point. Your tongue is out, trying to lavish his balls. Renji feels his knees buckling again. He’s so close, yet he wishes this could last forever.

“You gonna be my good girl?”

You try to say ‘yes’ with your mouth so full of cock. Renji grunts at the way you’re being so obedient right now, but it’s not like you’ve got much of a choice. He begins to fuck your face faster. His balls are slapping against your chin with every rough thrust.

“Fuck—oh fuck your mouth is so fucking good,” Renji whines. “I’m fucking cumming! Swallow it all!”

His cock throbs with every pulse of his cum sliding down your throat. You moan and whimper; the vibrations adding to the already intense sensations of him cumming. His legs shake as the waves of electric pleasure wrack through his body. Then slowly, he stops moving his hips and lets go of your hair.

“Open your mouth,”

You do as commanded, showing him how you swallowed every little drop. Then Renji leans down and gives you a deep kiss. Tasting himself on your tongue makes his cock twitch agonizingly. When he pulls away, he’s got a bit of a dazed look in his eyes.

“Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees with your ass up. I’m not done with you.”

[maeda-ai]

Vendetta --C8--

Anime: Bleach

Rating: M

Pareja: Ichigo & Rukia

Sinopsis: Ichigo saboreó el momento, como un depredador acosando a su presa; aquí empezaba su venganza contra aquella familia… y Rukia sería el medio para llevarla a cabo.

Advertencia: Lemon (NFSW)

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Por: Maeda Ai

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.:: Capítulo 8 ::.

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------- ADVERTENCIA -------

Este fic contiene "relaciones NO APROPIADAS". Ésta es solo una historia ficticia, con personajes ficticios, que no debe pasar más allá de la lectura.

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* ¿Pasa algo?, no has tocado la comida. *

Rukia se había mantenido tranquila en los últimos dos días. Hasta ahora, Kurosaki había logrado distraerla con sexo intenso. . . delicioso !.

""Con su cuerpo perfecto y sexy.""

Ante aquel recuerdo, la pelinegra bajó la mirada por unos segundos, avergonzada por estremecerse ante el recuerdo del cuerpo de Ichigo unido al suyo.

Nunca se había sentido tan vulnerable. . . tan débil.

El enojo y el orgullo la hicieron alzar la mirada, enfrentando los ojos miel. Entonces, Kuchiki soltó la bomba. . . otra vez.

* ¡ Quiero ver a Renji !. *

La voz de la joven se llenó de seguridad. No era una petición y ya no aceptaría más excusas. . . ni distracciones.

* ¿Para qué?. *

Preguntó el pelinaranja, mientras se llevaba un bocado a la boca.

La ojivioleta torció los labios. ¿En serio quería que ella respondiera aquella absurda pregunta?.

""No caeré en su juego.""

Pensó ella y, suspirando en un intento de tener a raya su frustración, continuó.

* ¿No lo sabes, Ichigo-kun?. *

La voz de Rukia sonó aniñada y melosa, provocando a Kurosaki. Si la naranja tonta quería jugar, ella también tenía sus trucos.

Ichigo frunció el ceño, odiaba esa voz y el papel de niña buena que ella había mostrado en ciertas ocasiones.

* Mañana. *

* No, Ichigo !. Ahora !!. *

Ambos se miraron con fijeza, dejándose de evasivas y distracciones.

* Rukia, no puedes y. . . *

* ¿Por qué?. *

""Porque estoy celoso, maldita sea !!.""

El pelinaranja gritó en su mente, aunque para ello tuvo que morderse la lengua.

La imagen de Rukia protegiendo a ese sujeto le hacía hervir la sangre y los deseos de deshacerse de ese bastardo eran muy intensas. Pero si lograba distraer a la enana, que solo pensara en el sexo y se olvidara de su amigo lleno de tatuajes, entonces todo estaría bien.

Ichigo no se había percatado de que apretaba los cubiertos con fuerza; relajó la expresión y quiso terminar con esa tontería, al menos por el momento.

* Mañana, ¿sí?. *

Dijo y dio otro bocado. La ojivioleta le sonrió jovial para luego ponerse de pie y salir del comedor. . . con Ichigo siguiéndola.

* Rukia, Rukia, ¿a dónde vas?. *

* A buscar a Renji. *

*Ya te dije que mañana, ¿no puedes esperar hasta en, aarrgg!.*

La frase del pelinaranja quedó inconclusa cuando, furiosa de que él quisiera seguir distrayéndola, Kuchiki se giró y, con todas sus fuerzas, impactó su codo en el estómago de su carcelero, quien se dobló por el dolor.

De rodillas frente a la pelinegra, Ichigo la miraba sorprendido; sus pupilas desteñidas.

* Veré a Renji, y esta vez no vas a distraerme. Así que mueve tu trasero y llévame con él. *

Kurosaki la miró lleno de furia, pero ella ni se inmutó. Sus ojos violeta lucían. . . tan fríos, que Ichigo supo que ya no podría postergar más ese encuentro que Rukia tanto ansiaba.

Kuchiki lo dejó allí para recorrer los pasillos abriendo puertas. Ichigo la alcanzó un par de minutos después, ya repuesto del fuerte golpe.

* Eres muy fuerte. . . para ser una enana. *

* Fui entrenada. *

Dijo ella. Hasta ahora, no había usado dicho entrenamiento, por Renji, sí, además de que el pelinaranja la había distraído muy bien.

""Pero ahora sé que él no me hará daño."" _Pensaba ella._ ""Pero a Renji. . . no sé !.""

Rukia se mordió el labio ante aquella posibilidad. La joven no temía por ella, Ichigo no la dañaría. . . la forma en que la miraba se lo decía. Pero su amigo y guardián seguramente no tendría la misma suerte. De hecho, la pelinegra ya tenía muchas dudas sobre la suerte del pelirrojo. ¿Por qué Ichigo insistía tanto en postergar un encuentro entre ella y Renji?. ¿Por qué no la encerraba junto a él?. Eran tantas las dudas de la joven; aunque aparentaba serenidad, lo cierto es que Kuchiki estaba haciendo un gran esfuerzo por no echar a correr por los pasillos en busca de su amigo, aunque siguió abriendo y cerrado puertas.

Kurosaki supo que no podría detenerla así que, resignado, caminó frente a ella.

* Sígueme !. *

Le dijo sin mirarla; un claro enojo en su voz. Rukia se estremeció al escucharlo. Por fin vería a Renji.

Bajaron un par de niveles en la mansión. No había nada de especial en los pasillos que hiciera pensar que esa sección del edificio era distinta a las otras.

""Había imaginado pasillos oscuros, candelabros y. . . calabozos.""

Pensaba la pelinegra, ligeramente más tranquila, aunque con cierta inquietud. Tenía la sensación de que las cosas no eran tan buenas como aparentaban.

* Es aquí. *

La voz de Ichigo sonó hostil; sus ojos fijos en la pequeña chica junto a él, quien le sonrió, como agradeciéndole que la complaciera.

""Esta noche se lo agradeceré de una mejor manera.""

Pensaba ella mientras abría la puerta, esperado ver al pelirrojo. . . y lo vio. La sonrisa en los labios femeninos se torció hasta formar una mueca de horror. Sus lindos ojos violetas desteñidos ante la sorpresa de ver a su amigo tumbado en el suelo de una habitación totalmente blanca, con una pequeña ventana cercana al techo. Y Abarai lleno de heridas, algunas aun sangraban, Kuchiki se acercó unos cuantos pasos, como temiendo que su amigo ya estuviese muerto, pero entonces lo vio mover la mano.

* Renji !. *

Exclamó con voz estrangulada, llegando junto a él pero sin atreverse a tocarlo.

En el marco de la puerta, Ichigo miraba la escena sin comprender. Él había dado órdenes de que no lastimaran al pelirrojo, que curaran las heridas que tenía el día que lo llevaron allí.

""Solo debían mantenerlo encerrado aquí.""

Pensaba Kurosaki, pero era obvio que habían torturado a Renji y que sus heridas no habían sido atendidas adecuadamente.

* Renji, dime algo por favor !. *

La voz de Rukia sacó al pelinaranja de sus cavilaciones; la chica estaba arrodillada junto a su amigo, sosteniéndole una de las maltratadas manos entre las suyas, blancas y suaves.

* Ru. . . kia. *

Silenciosas lágrimas se deslizaron por las mejillas de la joven. Renji había sufrido mucho siendo torturado, mientras ella se había comportado como una. . . cualquiera.

Kuchiki torció la boca, se limpió las lágrimas con la manga del brazo que tenía libre, luego miró al pelinaranja. . . sus ojos violeta estaban llenos de rencor, paralizando al muchacho.

* Rukia, yo. . . *

* Por eso no querías que lo viera... ibas a torturarlo hasta matarlo!. *

* No digas tonterías !. *

* ¿Tonterías?. Míralo, Ichigo !. . . él. . . está muy mal !. *

La voz de la joven se apagó por un instante; giró a ver a su amigo con expresión de culpa, más luego sus facciones se endurecieron al mirar a Kurosaki nuevamente.

* Me engañaste !. *

* No, Rukia. *

* Me utilizaste !. *

* No !. *

* ¿Por qué?, ¿qué ganabas con traerme aquí y retenerme contra mi voluntad?. *

""Venganza !.""

Pensó el pelinaranja, más permaneció en silencio, aguantando todas las acusaciones de la pelinegra. Sabía que ella no le creería si trataba de justificarse. De cualquier forma, Ichigo sabía que en parte era culpable, debió cerciorarse de que sus órdenes se cumplían al pie de la letra.

""Pero estaba tan encaprichado, endiosado con Rukia, que me olvidé de todo lo demás.""

Pensó, bajando la mirada ante la expresión, mezcla de furia y decepción, de la joven.

* Yo. . . traeré a alguien para que lo curen y lo lleven a una habitación más. . . adecuada. *

Decía el pelinaranja, dirigiéndose a la puerta. Apenas había tocado la perilla cuando escuchó la voz de la pelinegra.

* Que tenga dos camas. *

* ¿Qué?. *

* La recamara. Cuidaré de Renji. . . no me apartaré de su lado. *

* No voy a permitir eso !. *

* Entonces me quedó justo aquí. . . con él. *

Rukia ni siquiera miraba a Ichigo, en ese momento, ella solo tenía ojos para Renji. Kurosaki odió eso, pero hubiera preferido que ella no posara sus hermosos ojos en él, cuando lo hizo unos instantes después.

* Te odio !. *

Susurró ella; sus ojos tan. . . vacíos.

* Rukia, yo. . . *

* No te acerques, no quiero que vuelvas a tocarme... me siento tan... sucia ! *

Ichigo acababa de recibir el peor de los insultos. Y dolía. . . porque él idolatraba el pequeño cuerpo de Rukia. Ella era suya, no renunciaría a ella y nadie iba a arrebatársela.

Más Kurosaki no dijo palabra alguna. Por ahora no era adecuado, podría empeorarlo todo. Después trataría de arreglar las cosas con su enana. Pero ahora, iba a partirle la cara a varios de sus hombres por no seguir sus órdenes.

* Cómo quieras !. *

Susurró el pelinaranja y abandonó la habitación.

Rukia cerró los ojos con pesar. Lo que ella quería, ella e Ichigo. . . ya no podía ser, no después de lo que le hizo a Renji.

Sin finalizar.

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Justo cuando los sentimientos comienzan a atrapar al ichiruki, Ichigo lo estropea todo, aunque sin querer ¬¬' .

¿Cómo podría Rukia perdonar al pelinaranja?.

Lo peor es que este no será el único problema que se interponga entre ellos 0x0 .

—I LOVE ICHIRUKI—

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Este fanfiction fue escrito por MAEDA Ai  y es material de "Paradise".

Totalizado el 27 de Diciembre de 2022.

La dama del Hentai: Maeda Ai.

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Happy FursuitFriday from your favorite science derg! Featuring my con buddy Renji!

[waterless-witch]

Of Knights and Demons

Chapter 2

TW: Rape/non-con in following chapters, Dark themes, forced marriage, violence, swearing, and implied eating disorder. MINORS DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU!

You are the sole daughter of Byakuya Kuchiki, the sole heir to a noble family. Your father has broken from tradition with his refusal to marry you off against your wishes, instead wishing for you to find a husband of your own choosing. After years of arguing with not only your own family, but the other lords of your court all seems well. That is until a once thought dead knight returns with an army to take your home.

Souske Aizen, a man you once found kindness in has demanded that the two of you are to be wed, with your father still missing along with most of the guards you’re left with few options but to comply and hope that aid comes before anything can be set. How will you stop a man like Aizen from destroying your home and the people you care about? And who are these strange people with bone masks on their face?

<Previous Chapter<

You couldn’t help but sit there frozen in confusion as Aizen made his way closer. Aizen on the other hand just smiled brightly at you which only made you furrow your brows further. You opened your mouth to ask what was going on but you were interrupted by the sound of Renji clambering off his horse. “Explain yourself!” He demanded as he tried and failed to stumble his way towards Aizen.

Aizen gave a small chuckle and whirled around towards him, “It seems you’ve already figured it out, why bother with an explanation.” Renji growled and lunged towards him only to be thrown to the ground by a pale man with black hair.

“I can assure you that if you try to harm Lord Aizen again I will be forced to kill you.” The stranger said while still standing over Renji. The stranger had a bone mask that framed his face and came off in a horn near the top. He was also more pale than anyone you’d ever seen before. You didn’t pay much attention to him though as Aizen began to make his way over to where the stranger and Renji where.

The brown haired man in front of you was clearly not the same man you once thought he was and as he made his way towards the person who had tried to save you. Panic rose in your chest, you couldn't help but fear that perhaps Aizen was just going to kill Renji and be done with it. “Wait, please!” You pleaded as you jerkily climbed off the horse and made your way towards Aizen. Between your exhaustion and panic you stumbled a bit on weak and tired legs.

Aizen whirled and quickly caught you before you could hit the ground and pulled you close to him. You put a hand on his chest trying to put some distance between himself and you but failed. He kept a firm hand on your hip and gave you a saccharine smile, “You have nothing to fear sweet girl,” Aizen calmly tried to reassure you while he rubbed small circles with his thumb across your hip, causing a blush to break out on your face. No one had ever dared to touch you like that and you were at a loss of what to do. “I have no intention of hurting him, I just wanted to get a good look at the man who replaced me.” Even though he said it kind enough you doubted his intentions, especially as he continued to hold you without allowing you to move. “Ulquiorra, take the lady to her room so she can wash and rest.” Aizen ordered the pale stranger. Ulquiorra bowed his head to Aizen and approached the two of you, “Get washed up, get some rest and I’ll send for you at supper dear. I’ll see to it that your friends' wounds are seen too.” Aizen said into your ear causing you to shiver as he released you.

Ulquiorra led you through the large manor in complete silence. You came to a large dark wood door that he opened for you and gestured for you to enter with a nod. You thanked him as he left, closing the door behind him leaving you alone. You let out a shaky breath as you looked around the lavish room. The bed was decorated with a number of fine red and black pillows that matched with the expensive embroidered comforter. The bed sat nicely on a high bed frame surrounded by a thick canopy, it looked like a bed fit for a king and you couldn’t help but wonder if this had been high lord Yamamoto’s room. There was a larger wood carved dresser with an equally large mirror on the back of it that faced the bed. There were nice end tables on either side of the bed that matched the dresser in its intricate carvings as well as a small rounded table with two chairs in the corner of the room. A large window stood taller than you that looked over the lavish and well tended gardens you walked over to it and gazed out of it for a brief minute before focusing on your own reflection.

The bottom of your dress was completely shredded and your hair was wind whipped and tangled. You were covered in dirt that stains that streaked up your ruined dress. When you looked at your face you almost didn’t recognize yourself though the heavy bags and almost shell shocked look in your eyes. You stared into your own eyes for a long moment before deciding that you needed to bathe immediately.

You made your way to a smaller door that you assumed held the bathroom and pushed the door open. The tub was larger than any of the ones in your own manor, it looked as if it would hold at least five of you, not that you were complaining, seeing as how much grime you had to get off yourself. The bath had already been drawn and warm steam billowed off the surface. There were an assortment of soaps, scrubs and shampoos of all sorts of smells left out for you as well as a heavy looking fluffy towel. As you entered and closed the door behind you, you noticed a beautiful silk nightgown had been hung on the back of the door for you. You didn’t dare touch the pristine white fabric until you had washed yourself.

You walked to the counter to look at the multiple soaps before picking out a lavender one and a shampoo that matched. You striped yourself from your filthy clothes and threw them into a small wash basket before stepping into the tub. You let yourself sink into the water all the way down to your chin. You lied there for a long while and thought of the events of the past twenty four hours. Your mind drifted to your father again and if he knew what was going on. You wondered if he and the men he’d gone with were on their way back here. Clearly Aizen was not the man you all had thought of him. He was very clearly in charge of these strange people that wore the bone masks. They seemed to do whatever he asked and you couldn’t help but wonder how that had come about seeing as how he hadn’t been missing for all that long. Unless he’d been planning this long before he’d left, which sounded like the most logical answer.

At least, you thought, he didn’t seem to want to kill anyone at the moment. He’d promised to have Renji’s wounds treated and even Grimmjow had said that he wanted as many people brought back alive as possible. But that hadn’t seemed to stop them in their carnage when they’d arrived here. You thought about all the people that had been slain for simply being unlucky enough to cross these strange masked wearing peoples path. You thought about the maids and servants of your home and if it was their blood that had been spilled across the front steps. The thought of this brought tears to your eyes and for the first time since you’d left yesterday you let yourself cry. You cried for yourself and the fear and uncertainty that faced you, you cried for Renji and his injuries that he’d gotten trying to protect you, you cried for the servants of your home that had done nothing wrong and you cried for your father who you weren’t even truly sure was alive.

You allowed yourself to cry until the water lost its heat and became room temperature. You sniffled and you began lathering yourself in the lavender smelling soap. You washed quickly and then began on your hair which was a matted mess. You ran shampoo through it twice before lathering more conditioner than was probably necessary into it and beginning to work out the knots with your fingers, then with a wide toothed brush, then with a fine comb only rinsing when all the knots had been worked through. You fumbled for the drain on the tub, rising and wrapping the warm towel around yourself. You walked over to the mirror and looked at yourself again, you still had the bags underneath your eyes and they had gone puffy from crying but you were no longer covered in dirt and grime, besides your eyes you looked like yourself again.

You pulled the silk nightgown down and slipped it over your head. It was shorter than the ones you’d wear at home, coming up just above your knee. It also had a wide and deep v-neck to it that showed off your chest more than you would like. The material was thin and clung to you leaving very little to the imagination. You shifted uncontrollably as you looked at your reflection feeling exposed even though no one was in the room with you. You walked back into the bedroom and began looking through the drawers on the dresser for anything else to wear, only to find all of them empty. Giving up with a sign you made your way back to the window and looked out. No one was out there and the sun had fully risen in the sky only to be covered by the overcast clouds that hung. You didn’t know how long you stared out of the window before your eyes got too heavy and a headache began to pound behind your eyes. You were hesitant about going to sleep and weighed your options but eventually the need for sleep won out and you crawled your way under the comforter. You were asleep the moment your head hit the pillow, body and mind being much too tired to put up any kind of fight.

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Nightmares plagued you as you tossed and turned. First you dreamt of Nnoitra skewing Renji as Grimmjow held you and made you watch. Then you dreamed of being chased through the woods, but this time Grimmjow clearly meant to kill you, you ran and ran as your chest pounded. There was no way out of this fictitious forest no matter how you turned, there was no clearing to save you here. Just as you felt yourself being pulled back you awoke to someone slamming the bedroom door shut.

You shot up from your slumber, blankets falling from you only to see Grimmjow in your doorway. He was dressed much more casually, wearing only a white woven shirt that came to his mid bicep, some dark brown pants and black worn boots. The daylight allowed you to actually look at him, you couldn’t help but notice that he was handsome, his electric blue hair matched his eyes in an unearthly beautiful way. He was muscular and very clearly a skilled warrior, small scars scattered across his arms. He still wore his bone mask as he gazed at you. The two of you stared at each other for a moment before you broke the silence, “Can I help you with something?” You asked harsher than you’d meant to.

He gave another barking laugh, “Seems the little princess found her words.” He said, still grinning at you. Your eyebrows furrowed at his comment and you signed. His gaze dropped from your face and raked down what of you he could see, stopping when he got to your chest and giving a lazy smile, “I like this dress much more than your last one.” He said slowly, tearing his eyes away to meet yours again. Your whole body flushed at his comment and you pulled the comforter up to cover yourself a bit since you’d forgotten what you’d been wearing. “Something wrong?” He asked, “You look a little red.” He said, still staring into your eyes.

“Is there something you actually need or have you just come here to screw around with me?” You asked, irritated and flustered. You wanted him to tell you why he was here and to leave, being this close to a strange man who had no problem making his lewd thoughts known made you uncomfortable. Especially since you doubted there would be anything you could do to stop him from doing whatever he wanted with you if he deemed it so. You hoped that whatever Aizen wanted with you would be enough of a deterrent to keep him and anyone else who prowled around away.

His lazy smile grew to a full blown smirk, “While I would love nothing more than to stay here and screw you,” He said, raising an eyebrow and taking a few steps towards you, causing you to stiffen your back. Your breath caught in your lungs and your heart pounded in your chest so hard you were sure the blue haired man himself could hear it. You were frightened that he wasn’t going to stop as he inched closer and closer to you but he stopped a few feet shy of the bed. “Lord Aizen has asked me to escort you to him and I don’t think he’d take too kindly to me touching you. Though I do appreciate the invitation.” He said throwing something at you. Upon closer inspection it was a pale pink dress and a matching pair of delicate flats.

No one had ever spoken to you the way he was and you had no clue how to respond to anything he had said. He had you completely flustered and you hated how everything he said seemed to make more heat rise in your body, which only seemed to amuse him more and more. You expected him to turn to leave but he stayed firmly planted and just stared at you. You didn’t understand how he could look at you for so long without shying away. The seconds dragged on and on until finally, “Can you wait outside or something?” You said voice rising in pitch and irritation. He just snorted and rolled his eyes like you were the one being unreasonable. He turned on his heel and let himself out of the room without another word.

You sat there for a second watching the door to make sure he didn’t try to make his way back in before getting up and dressing quickly. The dress had a similar neck line to the nightgown, the deep v of it stopping a few inches below your sternum. You went into the bathroom and fixed your hair as quickly as possible, letting it fall naturally rather than trying to put it into some kind of style. You looked at your reflection and were a bit relieved to find that you were back to looking normal. Your mind wandered to Renji and if he was alright and what they had done with him after his wounds were treated. Had they put him in a room like yours or a cell? Probably a cell if you were being honest with yourself.

There was a loud banging on the bedroom door causing you to jump, “Hurry up! I don’t have all night!” Grimmjow yelled from the other side. You rolled you eyes and slipped on the flats giving your reflection one last glance. You weren’t too thrilled with the dress, already dreading the lewd looks and comments that your escort was sure to make. You hoped that if you were to stay here longer and live that you’d be given a choice in your attire.

You made your way to the large door and pulled it open and stepped into the hallway. Grimmjow was leaning against the wall across the hall. He yet again let his eyes wander from your face down your body and back up. He pushed off the wall, “Remember what I told you on the way here?” He asked seemingly out of nowhere as he came up in front of you to tower over you. You recalled what he’d whispered in your ear and nodded to him unsure of where he was going. “Good, just play your part and behave, he should be satisfied with that.” You didn’t like how serious he’d gotten. You’d expected something different and his constant changes in mood were starting to give you whiplash.

“And what exactly is my part to play in any of this?” You asked, finally meeting his eyes again. He just scoffed at you and motioned for you to follow him. Evidently he was done talking to you and didn’t say a word as he led you through the halls. Another part of his dumb cat and mouse game you thought as the two of you walked. None of your questions had been answered and you were getting another headache trying to think of every little bad thing that could potentially happen. He led you into a nice dining room, there was a beautiful grand fireplace lit. In the middle of the room sat a rounded wooden dining table with a breathtaking crystal chandelier hanging above it. The wall opposite to the fireplace was lined with long windows like the one in your room.

“Lord Aizen will be here shortly so don’t run off.” Grimmjow said, turning to leave, “I’d hate to have to hunt you down again.” He threw over his shoulder before leaving you alone. You gazed around the room awkwardly for a moment. You again made your way over to the window to gaze out at the gardens, on a normal day there were always people tending to the numerous plants, especially here at the high lords manor. Today though not a single soul had entered the gardens. No one to tend it, no one to stoll through it, though it was a bit cold and nothing was in bloom yet, there had always been at least a couple of people out there. You’d always loved to be out in the gardens at your home, whether that be to stroll or to tend to the plants yourself. You’d often been lightly scolded by your mother before she’d passed about ruining your nice dresses by kneeling in the dirt to pull weeds. Eventually your parents had just gotten you clothes that you could wear while doing garden work much to the other high families' displeasure. They didn’t understand why you felt the need to do the dirty work yourself when you had servants to do it for you. But truthfully you just enjoyed it, you liked when the servants would teach you about how to care for the various flowers, bushes and trees. You always made a point to thank the servants for their time and if you could you would make sure to slip them a few extra silvers.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear Aizen enter the room until he slipped his arm around your waist yet again. You gasped and took a step away from him, he let you, his arm falling to his side as you stared at him with widened eyes. “Apologies,” He said, giving you a small smile, “I didn’t mean to frighten you, I take it you slept well.” He asked, taking in your appearance. “You are more beautiful than I could have imagined in that dress.”

“Uh, yes, thank you.” You stuttered out awkwardly not really knowing what to say. He wore a finely decorated deep violet tunic with a shining silver belt. He had forgone his sword more than likely assuming that you were no threat to him, which he was not wrong for thinking. You still couldn’t wrap your mind around how he’d come to be in charge of these strange people or why’d they attack not only your home but his own. You wanted to ask but you thought better of it, you remembered Grimmjow’s words from the previous night about him being a cruel man. While you’d never known him to be cruel you certainly didn’t want to take your chances, especially if a man like Grimmjow feared him.

A few servants entered with a cart of food and began setting the rounded table. You watched them but none of them looked at you or at Aizen, rather keeping their heads down. You did notice that none of them had those strange bone masks so they were more than likely your own people. One of them, you noticed, had a huge cut that ran from one side of her face clear across it to her chin on the opposite side, her face had more stitches than you’d ever seen, she kept her head down, her long brown hair falling and obscuring your view. It was enough to make you breath in a shaky breath and stiffen. You couldn’t believe she was working with an injury like that, it made you sick to think about, you knew that there was no way that this girl had been fighting on the front lines so why had she been hurt like that? What could that poor girl have possibly done to deserve that? The servants had set the meal out quickly and left, not that you could blame them if that girl was working with an injury like that, you couldn’t imagine what it was like for the ones that were too hurt to work.

“Come, dine with me.” Aizen said as he placed his arm around your shoulder and led you to the table. You flinched a bit as he touched you but if he noticed he didn’t comment on it. Aizen pulled out your chair for you and you thanked him as you sat. The table had been arranged with a feast, though you hadn’t eaten in over twenty four hours you didn’t feel hungry in the slightest. Aizen prepared a plate for you and then for himself before sitting directly across from you. “I hope the room was to your liking?” He asked as he began eating.

You pushed your food around but didn’t actually eat anything, “Y-yes, it was lovely.” You answered truthfully, the room was lovely, all of the manor was. He hummed, taking a drink from a wine glass and offering some to you. You politely declined not wanting to be inebriated around him, much less on an empty stomach.

“I had hoped you would,” He said leaning back in his chair to look at you, you didn’t meet his gaze. “It was the High Lord's personal quarters after all.” You’re breath caught and your eyes shot to meet his. You couldn’t believe how nonchalantly he’d said it. What he'd implied by saying it. Had he killed the high lord? Aizen held your gaze before offering you another sickly sweet smile, you couldn’t return it, you didn’t even know what to say, your mouth had gone dry and you could feel your hands beginning to shake. You placed your utensils down and held your hands under the table hoping that he hadn’t seen them. A thousand questions popped into your head all at once and you opened your mouth to voice one of them but thought better of it. You averted your eyes not quite knowing where to look. “Are you scared of me, sweet girl?” He asked, resting his head on his fist. You shook your head no not trusting your own voice and not wanting to upset him, you still had no idea what he wanted with you and figured it would be in your best interest not to anger him right out of the gate. Aizen called your name softly making you look at him, “Let’s agree not to lie to each other, it’ll be much easier that way.” He said calm as ever as if he hadn’t just basically told you he’d killed your high lord.

You let out a breath before answering with a simple, “Yes.” He hummed in response and set his wine glass down gently. You clenched your hands so tightly together it hurt but you couldn’t let go.

“I have no intention of harming you, in fact I would like for us to work together.” You had no idea what you could possibly have to offer him, but he continued, “You come from a noble family with a strong name, you would be very helpful in convincing the rest of the families and members of court who still intend to hold out against me.” He explained.

“I don’t know that I’d be much help to you.” You answered honestly. “I am not the head of my house and I’m unwed, I don’t know that I could convince anyone of anything.” Your father had been very firm with the other lords that he would not be marrying you off, that instead he would allow you to marry for yourself just as he’d done. So you yourself had no real allies on that front, and with being a daughter and not a son none of the other lords of court took you all that serious. While you were grateful for the freedom you knew it caused many of the other families to look down on your family and your father.

Aizen gave a small chuckle, “You can help me so much more than you realize dear. It’s actually your status as unwed that I’m after,” You felt like you’d been hit in the chest, everything snapped into place before he finished saying it and suddenly all the comments from Grimmjow and Nnoitra made sense. You knew what he wanted before he said it, “I’d like for us to be wed within-“

You stood from your chair, cutting him off. “No.” All rational thought had left you, you would not marry a man who had killed your people, innocent people. Not for power or convincing or whatever else he wanted that went along with being married.

Aizen straightened in his chair and observed you with a tilted head before continuing as if you hadn’t said anything. “Within the next three days everything should be ready. I’ve already informed the Lords who’ve aligned with us, everything’s already being taken care of.” He picked up his wine glass and said to you, “While ideally I’d like to not force you, your refusal means little.” He took a sip of his wine and looked at you again. “Afterall, I can assure you that you will enjoy it much more than a cell right? You want me to keep having that knight that tried to run with you treated right? When your father and his men are found you want him brought back alive right?” He pushed himself from his seat and stalked closer to you with every question. You were frozen in place, mind reeling, weighing everything against each other. Aizen pulled you close and gently, with only a single finger he raised your chin to look at him, “I will have you, I’d like you willing but I’ll have you either way.” He shifted to whisper in your ear, “I’ve taken your home, I personally killed your high lord, imprisoned your warriors and brought my own army, you cannot fight me.” His warm breath fanned your ear and his words echoed through you as he straightened back up.

He told you that the two of you were done for the night and called Grimmjow back in to take you back to your room. You followed Grimmjow through the halls in complete silence, neither of you even bothered to look at the other. He held open the heavy wooden door for you and looked like he was about to say something but you slammed the door shut before he could and leaned up against it. You didn’t think you could handle any more of his taunts or whatever game he was aiming to play with you. You could hear him scoff from the other side of the door before footsteps sounded indicating that he’d left. You let yourself slide to the floor, thinking of all that you’d learned in the last hour. Your father was alive, or at least he hadn’t been killed by Aizen and his forces. Renji was alive and being treated but that hinged on your corporation. Aizen himself had killed your high lord and taken his house, who’s room you currently resided in. You were to be married to Aizen and had no choice in the matter. And lastly, that other members of your court had already aligned themselves with Aizen.

You don’t know how long you sat there thinking about everything, you felt like you should be crying but you couldn’t. Whether that be because you’d already cried yourself out earlier or because you were still in shock and therefore numb you couldn’t tell. You hated how weak you felt, how out of control everything seemed to be, how hopeless you felt. Eventually you picked yourself up and went to sit on one of the chairs that you’d dragged to look out the window. Everything was dark and motionless, lit only by the moonlight. You sat there until dawn, unable to even think about sleep, your mind too busy trying to think of answers to questions that you didn’t have.

A while after dawn a young woman knocked on your door. She wore a bone mask, a simple one made of just two thick lines that each started at her ears and ended in a point near her nose. With her she brought a midnight black dress and a pair of matching heels. She bowed to you and informed you that Aizen had requested you for breakfast while placing the dress and shoes on the unmade bed. You thanked her dryly and she excused herself telling you that your escort would be here shortly. You didn’t want to see Aizen, you didn’t want to hear his voice and you certainly didn’t want to wear whatever outfit he’d picked out for you. Upon closer inspection the dress again had another deep v-neck, it also had a rather high slit on the side meant to show off your legs. He seemed intent on dressing you in more revealing clothing which made you sick. Not seeing another option you dressed and brushed out your hair before waiting for whatever escort was to be sent.

A knock sounded on your door and after a quick deep breath to steady yourself you answered the door. You pulled open the door only to yet again be faced by Grimmjow. He wore the same uniform he'd been wearing when he found you in the forest. His eyes raked down you in the same way they seemed to everytime he looked at you. “I like your dresses more and more each day.” He said casually meeting your eyes. “I can’t wait to see what you’ll wear tomorrow.”

You hated how quickly he was able to get under your skin. You wished that Aizen would send someone else and wondered if it was perhaps intentional. “Don’t you have anything better to do?” You asked in irritation, “Aren’t you supposed to be some kind of fearsome beast, shouldn’t you be out hunting innocent people?” You snapped back already done with him and his nonsense.

He raised a brow and laughed at you again, only making your face go red, “Apparently not, looks like I’m going to be one of your guards, so you better get used to me.” He said with a shrug, “I’m not going anywhere.” You rolled your eyes and took off in the direction you’d come from the night before. He barked another laugh and followed close behind you. After a few twists you came to a split and couldn’t for the life of you remember which way you’d come from previously. “Lost?” Grimmjow rasped in your ear before placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you in the direction you needed to go. You shrugged his hands off of you and continued. When you came to the dining room entrance he again opened the door for you before nodding and closing it behind himself.

This time Aizen was already there waiting for you. “Good morning sweet girl.” He beamed, giving you a once over before coming over to you, placing his arm around your waist and leading you to the table. He again pulled your chair out for you before making his way to his own seat. Plates had already been prepared for you but again you felt too sick to eat. You hated how he looked at you, how he smiled at you and how he talked to you. At least with Grimmjow and Nnoitra you could tell what they wanted, lewd and obnoxious as it might be, but with Aizen you couldn’t and it frustrated you beyond belief. “I take it you have questions that I’d be happy to answer for you.” He said politely.

Your mind raced with everything you’d thought of the night before, but eventually you picked one. “Why me in particular?” You asked, “When Grimmjow and Nnoitra found us they said they’d been looking for me. Why?” You said trying to elaborate.

Aizen tilted his head at you as if he was confused as to why you were picking that as your question, “Any man with knowledge of the people here would pick you, dear.” He said eyes meeting yours again. “Ignoring your family name entirely, you are a lovely girl, one that was previously off limits.” Your eyebrows knit in confusion at this, “Your father refused to marry you off no matter the offer, wanting you to choose for yourself, you showed very little interest in picking a match for yourself,” he explained, “You’d be an amazing prize for anyone that’d come to conquer your land.” Your face heated a bit at how he talked about you like some war prize, which you guessed, you technically were, a depressing thought to say the least.

He watched you, waiting for you to ask something else. “Why take a wife at all? Wouldn’t it just slow you down at whatever it is you’re trying to achieve.” You asked after another moment. Aizen chuckled at you.

“What I plan to achieve is total and complete rule, of not only our own lands but the surrounding lands as well, across the continent. You see, I know that I can lead our people much better than these old incompetent lords can.” He explained, “Why take a wife you ask? Well every king needs a heir does he not?” He asked rhetorically. “Our union will not only gain an alliance with your own family, but all the families you ally with. Your father would never leave you here alone with me once he figures out what I’ve done with you. He won’t try to fight us directly as long as I have you here, he’ll be too afraid of the repercussions of such actions.” He finished nonchalantly. You hated the idea of bearing his children to fulfill some fantasy of him conquering the continent. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what kinds of war he’d drag your people in to do this.

“Surely there had to be a better family to choose from, the high lords own or one of the other great houses that aren’t as looked down on.” You tried to reason. You didn’t want to be a pawn used against your father and you didn’t want your children to be warlords.

“Perhaps,” he answered with a shrug, “But after all I am only a man, and as I’ve said you make a lovely prize. What man doesn’t want a beautiful girl like you, much less one that they’d never been able to obtain before. If I’m being completely honest with you, the thought of crawling between your legs has been on my mind since the first time I met you.” Your face completely flushed at his admission and you couldn’t keep his gaze any longer. He gave a light chuckle and you knew without looking at him that he was smirking at you. “Anything else to ask my dear?” He asked sweetly.

You shook you head no and continued your meal in silence, not that you’d eaten anything, just pushed things around again. After a while, Aizen rose and informed you that he’d have business to attend to but that he would see you for supper. He said that Grimmjow was to escort you anywhere within the manor that you wanted to go before leaving.

You got up to leave shortly after Aizen left, you flung the door open and just as he’d said Grimmjow was leaded against the wall waiting for you. “Where to, princess?” He asked mockingly.

“Somewhere quiet.” You bit back not wanting to hear him at all. He laughed at you again, making your anger grow, you were sick of men laughing at you.

“Whole place is quiet, you're gonna need to be more specific.” He said. You thought about it for a second before it dawned on you. How quiet it was. Sure Aizen had killed the high lord but what of the rest of the family, his wife, his children, his grandchildren and various other family members? Did he kill them too, or was he simply holding them somewhere like he was with Renji and the rest?

“Did he kill them all?” You asked before you could second guess yourself. You weren’t sure you wanted the answer but a part of you desperately needed to know.

Grimmjow’s smile slipped from his face, “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.” The two of you stared at each other for a few heartbeats before you had enough and began to storm back off to your room. You’d barely stepped past him before he grabbed your wrist in a bruising grip that made you flinch. He loosen his grip once he’d seen you flinch but didn’t let go, “Yes, he killed them all. Is that what you wanted to hear?” He answered harshly.

Your head dropped and you sucked in a shaky breath, “He had kids here.” You said defeatedly. Grimmjow let your wrist slip from his grip.

“You’re a delicate little thing aren’t you.” He scoffed in more of a statement than a question. You shook your head but he just looked at you. “That’s just how it is, that’s war. You can’t change it.” He continued cruelly.

“But it wasn’t war!” You snapped back, “We had no idea you were coming! No warning! No-“ you started to say anger rising in you.

“You think everyone gets a warning, you and your people need to consider how lucky you are that he doesn’t want you all dead, that he wants you all alive. We would have had no problem wiping you out, you understand that princess?” He sneered back, taking a step towards you and making you take a step back in turn. “You should consider yourself the luckiest of all.” He said taking another step towards you, you took another step back trying to keep the distance between the two of you. “Do you have any idea what Nnoitra would have done to your little knight if I hadn’t been there?” Another step forward for him and another step back for you. “What he would have done to you when he was done?” Your back hit the cold stone wall of the hallway but he kept advancing. “How he would have held you down?” Grimmjow's hand slammed into the wall beside your head making flinch and try to shrink into yourself, “Do you have any idea of how brutally he would have fucked you?” He whispered so close to your ear that you could again feel the bone mask that he always seemed to wear. “You should be nicer to me princess, some of us might not be so loyal to Aizen and right now, I’m all that stands between them and you. Got it?” He waited for you to answer, only stepping back when you nodded your understanding to him.

~~~

You spent the rest of the day held up in your room, not wanting to be near Grimmjow after your fight. You knew he was just outside your door though, you could hear him pacing around the hall after a few hours. You were bored out of your mind but you didn’t want to have to ask Grimmjow to take you anywhere, even though you couldn't help but think of how a book might be nice to take your mind off of everything.

“She in there?” You heard a muffled voice ask from down the hall, Grimmjow's pacing stopped and you recognized the voice as Nnoitra’s.

Your heart rate picked up and anxiety bubbled in your chest as you thought about what Grimmjow had said to you that morning. “Fuck off.” You heard Grimmjow bark back. You felt a bit relieved that he didn’t seem willing to hand you over to that psychopath.

“Woah, just asking. No need to get so hostile. Not my fault you're not getting to go out and hunt these sniveling brats down.” Nnoitra said, “Besides, didn’t you volunteer for this job?” He asked, sounding smug.

That was news to you, you assumed that Aizen had just assigned him to watch over you, not that he’d volunteer for it. “What I do or don’t do is none of your damn business.” Grimmjow answered him back.

“Don’t bite my head off, I was just curious.” Nnoitra scoffed as you heard the sound of retreating footsteps. You heard Grimmjow growl some vulgar curses before he resumed his pacing. You were relieved that Nnoitra had left and dreaded the thought of running into him again.

~~~

The remainder of the afternoon passed without any commotion. You were honestly bored out of your mind but you were not about to go ask Grimmjow for anything. You’d been lying on the bed and staring mindlessly at the canopy. You’d already ran over everything you’d learned countless times and all that you’d managed to do was depress yourself. You were to be some prize that Aizen rewarded himself with for killing innocent people and taking your home while most of your forces were gone, not only that but he wanted you to bear him an heir, and you highly doubted he’d be alright with just one child as your father had been. The thought of any son you’d have being a vicious murder and any daughter being married off to the same made you sick. You’d never given much thought to children because frankly, you hadn’t needed to but now it plagued your mind. How could you give children to a man who had just murdered someone else’s in cold blood?

A Knock pounded on your door and you shot up. “Your fiancé would like to see you for supper.” Grimmjow’s voice sounded from the other side impatiently. You pushed yourself from the bed and made your way to the door. Your hand hesitated for just a second over the handle. You didn’t want to interact with Aizen again, or Grimmjow for that matter. You were sleep deprived and exhausted but you knew you feared what would happen if you refused. You pulled the door open and stood a step back as you came face to face with Grimmjow, he was not propped up on the wall like usual, instead he was directly in front of the door. You stared into each others eyes for a moment before he broke the silence, “You’re really fucking stubborn, ya know that?” He turned to start leading you to the dining room.

“I am not stubborn.” You answered back to him shortly. You knew you were being difficult but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop as the two of you walked.

Grimmjow let out an annoyed huff, “Whatever you say princess.” You huffed back at the pet name, “You cannot tell me you weren’t bored as shit today.”

You shrugged your shoulders not wanting to let him know that he was right, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “Sorry I’m not being an entertaining captive.” He rolled his eyes with a scoff and the two of you continued in silence.

~~~

Supper passed with relative ease, Aizen asked a few questions about your day which you answered with short and blunt answers. He seemed like he was content with this, you figured he’d have a life to fluster you as he’d done the previous day. You picked at your food some more, you knew that you should be eating but couldn’t bring yourself to actually do so. Before he’d allowed you to leave he reminded you that the day after tomorrow you’d be wed, as if it was something you could forget.

When you’d made your way back into the hall Grimmjow opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off, “Can we not?” You asked with venom. He raised a brow at you but you pushed past him, having the way back to your room memorized. He grumbled something about Ulquiorra being lucky that you were asleep when he guarded you. His comment froze you and he walked past you. “You’re not guarding me tonight?” You asked brows knitting together.

Grimmjow stopped walking a few feet away from you and looked back at you like you were stupid. “No, I can’t watch you twenty four hours a day.” He answered. You didn’t know much about Ulquiorra, only seeing him once when you’d first been dragged back. What if he wasn’t loyal to Aizen and wanted to hurt you? What if he was like Nnoitra? You didn’t particularly like Grimmjow but you’d had somewhat of a grasp on him but someone else? “Don’t worry princess, he’s not gonna hurt you.” He said after a moment. When you didn’t budge he added on, “I’d be surprised if you even knew he was there, he’s not a talkative guy. He’s loyal, he won't touch you.” You nodded to him and started walking again. This time he stayed beside you and though you could tell he was staring at you out of the corner of his eye neither one of you said anything.

~~~

Even though your nerves sleep finds you quickly due to your exhaustion. You only woke up a handful of times before you woke for the final time at early dawn. You lied there for a second thinking about your wedding the following day, dread fills you at the thought. Though you’d never much thought about your own wedding this was a mockery to you. Your father wouldn’t be there, you doubted any of the women you were friends with would be there, and even if they were it wasn’t going to be a happy event for you or them. You thought about if he’d make you consummate the marriage tomorrow night and that thought was enough to push yourself from bed to bathe, the thought made you feel dirty even though you hadn’t been touched yet.

You ran yourself a bath in the large tub and scrubbed yourself with the still hot water, you washed your hair then got out. You redressed in the nightgown you’d worn to bed and went to gaze out the window seeing little else to do. When you pulled open the door you were surprised to find a girl in your room. She had been laying out your clothing for the day and her eyes met yours. Or eye you should say, as her other one was covered by another one of those bone masks. She had long black hair tied in pigtails on each side of her head and bangs hung down over the mask. She looked at you and scoffed, face twisting in disgust before she stormed her way out of your room and slammed the door.

You had no idea what her issue was but didn’t think much of it as you dressed in yet another low cut, royal blue dress. You could already hear Grimmjow’s dumb line in your head before he’d come to get you. When he did come you pushed past him not waiting to hear it, though that didn’t stop the lewd comment. You ate with Aizen in the same fashion as the night before, minimal conversation on your end and absolutely no eating, if he noticed you weren’t eating he certainly didn’t say anything.

After the meal you returned to your room leaving Grimmjow in the hall to pace again, uncaring if it bored him or not. You knew you should be feeling something, dread, fear, sadness, something. But you felt nothing. You were a husk that only drained more and more as the hours passed bringing you closer and closer to the following day. Supper came and went in the same fashion. When you’d stepped into the hall though Aizen caught your wrist and spun you to face him.

You stared at him wide eyed as you’d been caught off guard. “Do try to get some proper rest sweet girl, afterall we have a very busy day tomorrow.” He said sweetly before placing a small kiss to your temple. You didn’t say anything as he released you to leave. When you turned around you took notice of Grimmjow staring after Aizen with a squinted glare but again didn’t say anything as you returned. You dressed for bed and slipped beneath the covers.

~~~

You were awoken before dawn by maids coming to dress you for your big day. Your dress was beautiful. Pristine white material fell gently to the floor, the dress was the softest material you’d ever worn. It was not nearly as low cut as the other dresses you’d been made to wear, but still more so than would have been to your liking. The sleeves held your arms tightly until they came to your elbow, then they billowed out thinly and also grazed the floor. The dress had been woven with silver flowers and vines along the neckline with a belt made of decorative iron to match. The women had spent hours manicuring your hands and feet before slipping on heels with white lace that matched that of the silver flowers on your dress. They then began on your hair, brushing through it gently but thoroughly before putting it into an elaborate half up half down braided style. You absolutely hated how beautiful you looked, not wanting anything to do with any of what was happening. You hated the careful craftsmanship that had been put into your dress, the perfect measurements that you had no idea how they’d gotten. You hated how lovely your hair looked and how clean your hands and feet felt. You couldn’t stand any of it.

You were escorted outside to a closed carriage as the cold air bit at your exposed skin, not that you could bring yourself to care. You still felt completely numb as you arrived at the cathedral of old faith. You were escorted inside and given a run down of when to walk out and what to expect by an elderly stout woman that you didn’t recognize but that must be one of your people because she lacked the bone mask. You nodded to her letting her know that you’d heard her before she’d left to go get things underway.

You’d been in the cathedral countless other times for weddings, special occasions and holidays but never had it felt so tainted. You looked at the beautiful tal ceiling and carved stone as a slow and peaceful harp melody began signaling that it was time. You took one shuttering deep breath before you began your slow walk as you’d been instructed. Once you rounded the corner you tried not to let your surprise and betrayal show on your face as you were met with the faces of countless lords and lady’s of your court. You knew Aizen had mentioned other families falling in line with him but the sheer number you were unprepared for. The pews stood almost completely full and worst of all most of them were smiling at you, like they were happy for you. Like this was something that you’d chosen, like you wanted to be here.

You steelled your face and kept your walk steady as you decided that you hated each and everyone of them. Everyone that had lied down for him without a fight, everyone of them who had allowed him and his men to hurt the common people. They were all traitors as far as you were concerned. Filthy cowardly traitors. For the first time since you’d entered the cathedral you looked at Aizen. He was dressed just as nicely as you. His own white outfit was stitched with the same silver flowers and vines as yours were. On his belt hung a beautiful silver sheathed sword that was no doubt for decoration rather than battle. Still you considered cutting him down with it, you knew you’d never be able to, you weren’t trained and you certainly weren’t strong or agile enough to even try. But the idea still plagued your mind as you looked up to him. His eyes lidded and he gave you a warm smile as you came to stand across from him, not even an arms length of spaced laid between you. Perhaps it was intentional so he could grab you if you tried to run. But where could you go? No one would help you, you were stuck here with these horribly awful cowards and him.

The clergy stepped forward and began his speech that you’d heard countless times before, “Fate in all its glory has brought us here today to witness this most blessed union.” If this was fate you hated it, “We trust in the gods to bless these two souls to be the guiding light to banish all darkness and evil from our lands.” You wanted to laugh at that, how could he say that when you were being forced to marry the very darkness that was plaguing your land. And if the gods blessed this union then you hated every single one of them just as much as you hated these tretrous lords and lady’s. “Let us join these souls in love and in light, let all those who seek to tear apart this union be struck down, in the light of the gods I bind these souls as one.” Perhaps you should be struck down for wanting to shred this union apart with your bare hands if possible.

Aizen pulled you to his chest softly, lifted your face gently in both hands and kissed you, gentler than you thought he would as his thumbs gently stroked the sides of your cheeks as you closed your eyes tightly. You expected him to be rough and domineering, taking what he wanted and not caring about you but he wasn’t. His lips were softer than you thought they’d be and his hands held you much more loosely than you thought he would. His lips were warm and so were his hands as he held you. He didn’t manhandle you more than he needed to and he kissed you until the need for breath had both of you separating with a small gasp for air. He pulled back from you slowly as an eruption of applause and shouts sounded, you opened your eyes and the two of you just stared at each other before he gave you the smallest of smiles. He completely ignored the boisterous crowd as he swiped the pad of one of his thumbs along your bottom lip, watching the movements closely. He bent down and gave you one more much shorter kiss before he turned and faced the crowd, forcing you to do the same.

[crazyasianlove]

Watashi no Shiawase na Kekkon (Sub. Esp)

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Título: Watashi no Shiawase na Kekkon (Mi Feliz Matrimonio) País: Japón Duración: 114 min. Género: romance, fantasía, drama Fecha de estreno: 17 de marzo, 2023 Dirección: Tsukahara Ayuko Guion: Kanno Tomoe

SINOPSIS

Saimori Miyo era la desafortunada hija de un matrimonio arreglado y sin amor. Tras la muerte de su madre, su padre se casó con su amante y tuvieron una hija, Kaya. A partir de entonces, la vida de Miyo quedó reducida a la de una simple sirvienta. Peor aún, mientras Kaya heredó las habilidades psíquicas de la familia, Miyo no tenía ninguna. Era realmente una hija sin ningún mérito.

Después de años siendo tratada como basura, Miyo ha aprendido a mantener la cabeza gacha, ocultar su dolor y obedecer todas las órdenes. Por lo tanto, no sorprende que esté dispuesta a casarse con Kudou Kiyoka, un capitán militar del que se rumorea que es tan cruel que ha ahuyentado a todas sus posibles esposas hasta ahora.

Desde su dolorosa educación hasta un matrimonio doloroso, ese es el futuro que le espera a Miyo, o eso pensaba. Contrariamente a sus expectativas, su nuevo marido tiene realmente un buen corazón. ¡Lo que realmente le espera a Miyo es un matrimonio feliz, eterno y lleno de felicidad!

CAST

Meguro Ren como Kudou Kiyoka Imada Mio como Saimori Miyo Watanabe Keisuke como Tsuruki Arata Onishi Ryusei como Takaihito Maeda Oshiro como Godou Yoshito Takaishi Akari como Saimori Kaya Ogoe Yuki como Tatsuishi Koji Sato Arata como Mochizuki Toya Yamamoto Mirai como Yurie Yamaguchi Sayaka como Saimori Kanoko Kobayashi Ryoko como Hana Tsuchiya Tao como Usuba Sumi Takahashi Tsutomu como Saimori Shinichi Tsuda Kenjiro como Kamomura Norio Onoe Ukon II como Kururuki Tadanori Nishigaki Sho como Okabe Shuta Hirayama Yusuke como Tatsuishi Minoru Ishibashi Renji como el emperador

Traducción jp-esp: saya13

[troius]

Six Hearts vs. Fullbringers: Orihime vs. Riruka

Yeah, this one is a little obvious.

Before everything sort of went to hell, Orihime had a pretty deep and meaningful conversation with Riruka, where Orihime’s good faith and decency managed to connect with Riruka, even though Riruka was disinclined to like her for reasons both personal and professional (or whatever you call it when you’re running a con on somebody). And after all the fights happen, they have another very sweet conversation, where Riruka shows how much she’s grown, and develops the resolve to be a better person going forwards.

And in between...she talks through her problems with Rukia? No offense to Rukia, but talking out feelings isn’t really in her bag-- she had a whole star-crossed romance that existed entirely because she and Renji wouldn’t talk to each other about their feelings, and her biggest emotional connection with Ichigo was an agreement not to talk to him about his past until he was ready. It’s no surprise, then, that after Riruka explains where she and all the other Fullbringers are coming from, Rukia just says “cool motive, still entrapment, assault, and battery” and threatens to freeze her to death.

I feel like Orihime would maybe be a little better at being a sounding board for the feelings Riruka’s trying to express in her fight. Like, can you imagine Orihime not being sympathetic to any of these people? She’d probably shed a tear for the eye Giriko lost after he tried to roll back murdering his wife. And she wouldn’t need to be stuck inside a stuffed animal to do any of it, either.

Not that Riruka would be sticking Orihime in any stuffed animal anyhow, because Orihime’s defensive techniques, strong even at the worst times, pretty much wall off Riruka’s powers. But that would actually make for a really neat fight, one where Orihime can win on her terms. After all, she’s not hardly ever one to go on the offense, but to connect with another person to the point they understand your point of view and stop fighting? That’s the kind of victory I think Orihime would want more than anything.

So the fight would have a heavy focus on the dialogue and the flashbacks, with Orihime santen kesshuning any attempts to stick her in a stuffed animal. If you really loved the stuffed animal comedy, it would be pretty funny to put Tsubaki in one, but I’m not sure that’s necessary. All you really need is Orihime slowly talking Riruka through her own feelings, to the realization that hurting other people is only going to make the pain inside her worse, and not heal it.

[lostalienchild]

Debts Repaid (Miko x Ayaka)

Summary: "Now Ayato, don't you think I deserve a little reward for all my hard effort?"

Warnings: Dub-con, 69, spit play

not proof read

Ageless, men, and minors DNI

A quiet and tranquil evening graced the Kamisato abode. A rare but welcomed site. Rain pounded outside the renji-mado (window)of the office, the room dancing in the dim light of the oil lamps. The combination of the pitter-patter of fallen rain and soft sweeping was so relaxing, that the normally distressed Kamisato elder involuntarily let out a yawn. This did not go unnoticed by the aid nearby who offered a chuckle. The sound of sweeping stopped as the blond aide turned to his master.

"Finally feeling relaxed huh? You should take a break. Both of you have been going at it for a while." Ayato rubbed his eyes before squinting and looking outside the renji-mado. The world was light enough to see, however the heavy cloud cover made smaller details too dim to see with the eye. In the dark blue hue of the fading sun, a dark figure repeatedly raises a katana overhead before slamming it down vertically in front of itself. The smell of petrichor cut into his nose as a small smile spread across his face. If not for the knowledge that his sister was such a headstrong trainer, he would have assumed her a warrior. A strong conviction on a small frame, her cutthroat attitude surpassed even his own. 

"I think we should leave her be." The oldest turned back towards his desk before adjusting his montsuki and standing. His sitting bones ached and it took a moment before the pain subsided enough for him to walk without pain. "It's only been a few days since she regained the courage to even leave her room. We're all trying to get back to normal now." It had in fact only been a few months since the near collapse of the clan. The once gleeful and cheerful atmosphere of the estate had fallen into a glum and dim downpour, mirroring the melancholic weather outside, and eventually so too did the smile that once graced his sister's face. Both siblings found themselves fighting for their family name, but after the storm had passed, they were left with only remnants of their childhood home, which now seemed more of a museum for memories rather than an actual home. Ayaka's reignited drive to train in kendo was one of the few things that gave him any motivation. If she could continue on, so too could he. Once comfortable enough he began to head towards the entrance to his office. Once at the threshold, he turned to address the aide. "For now... how ab-"

"Master Kamisato." Another servant came forward interrupting his thoughts. "I apologize for the intrusion, You have a visitor." The employee bowed. Ayato thought that the servant was unusually short with their words, but left the thought at that as they scurried off. The blond aide stepped out of the shoji frame to follow his master into the hall. 

"A guest? It's a bit late isn't it," asked Thoma. "Well that depends, let's see who it is," Ayato replied cooly. Upon entering the main foyer there stood a tall and eccentric shrine maiden. A welcomed and not unusual site to see at the estate. Miko often came by to the estate for a myriad of different reasons, so much so that it was more unusual to not see her at least once in a fortnight. "Miko, what a plesant surprise. And impeccable timing might I add. I was just about to suggest to Thomas that we take a tea break. Would you like to join us?" The pink fox continued to brush herself off as she listened to the elder sibling, priming the damp sleeves of her kimono. "Ayato," she sang, "well I'm glad to see that the dreary weather has not affected your mood. As for the tea, dont mind if I do."

Thoma placed the yunomi in front of the maiden before pouring the tea into the reciprocal. Ayato and Miko sat across from one another on their own respective zabutans. Miko smiled as the steam mingled with the smell of rain and danced into her nose. A light scent mixed with a deep, earthy smell. "Well Miko, what brings you to the estate this particular evening? A new light novel need reviewing perhaps?" Miko hummed as she sipped her tea, cupping the bottom of the cup with precision manners, cultivated by years of practice. "Now now, do I always need a reason to see an old friend of mine? It's not like we're strangers after all. I was simply stopping by to check on my favorite siblings. I'm glad to see you're still in good spirits. How's the little one doing?" Ayato returned Miko's smile and looked outside. The sky had grown much darker since the start of their meeting and the figure that was once outside further in the courtyard was now outside the door. The shoji door slid open to reveal a silver-haired maiden. Her Keikogi and Hakama were soaked from the rain. A servant had come forward and offered her a towel. The girl came in dabbing her face before her gaze fell upon the scene of Miko and her brother in front of her. Miko looked her over. Her flushed expression was exacerbated by the fact that she had been training. Her hair clung to her face. Her silver eyes were wide and round with surprise. her clothes clung to her body. Her normally white fluffy hair dangled in silver strands. Quickly gathering the towel in both hands she leaned forward and bowed, water dripping from her bangs scattering on the wood floor. "Ni-san, Miko-san, I was not aware we had guests." 

Miko raised her hand and waived it as if waiving away the formalities. "Now now Ayaka-kun, it's just me. No need for the formalities." 

"Right, then please allow me to freshen up before joining you." 

"Of course, take your time little one." With that, Ayaka bowed once again and hurried off down a hall out of sight. "We'll it's good to see shes getting on well," Miko hummed as she turned her attention back to the elder Kamisato. Thoma, who had sat at the end of the chabudai chimed in. "Shes been training harder than ever. Trying to convince her to take a break every now and then is like pulling teeth."

Ayato chuckled at Thoma's words. "Ayaka has struggled these past few months. She is just now starting to come back into herself. Thoma and I have been giving her some space to come back around. Honestly, seeing her work so hard puts my mind at ease. It feels like I'm getting my younger sibling back."

Miko listened to both of the men's words before responding. "That's wonderful news. I was worried about the poor thing after not seeing or hearing about the poor girl for months on end. Certainly, you wouldn't allow her to lock herself away in her room never to be seen again would you?" "Well of course not, but if Ayaka herself is not ready to make a public appearance I certainly cannot force her." Ayato replied. "We'll that brings me to my next question, how long has it been since the young lady has left the manor?" Thoma glanced at Ayato for confirmation before addressing Miko. "Hmm, maybe around five months?" 

"Five months you say? now that just wont do. It's not good for such a young woman to keep herself locked away. She'll become a hikikomori in no time at all." Miko shook her head and crossed her arms. "My original intention was to check in on you two, but now that I'm here don't you think it would be a good idea to let her get dime fresh air? Why don't I bring her back to the shrine with me for a while?" 

"The shrine?" Ayato repeated. "Yes. It's quiet, tranquil, and close enough to the estate. A prefect place to take a brief reprieve don't you agree?" "This isn't another one of your ways of getting out of your shrine maiden duties is it," asked thoma, tepid accusation coming off his tongue. "Thoma, surely you wouldn't think so lowly of me that I push my duties to a poor girl do you?"

"Hmm. Fair enough." Ayato stood. Miko's pink lips spread across her face. Those words sealed the deal. When Ayaka returned to the common area she saw the threesome standing as if they were about to see their vistor off. "Oh, Lady Miko. Are you leaving already?" The maiden's visits were brief, but not this brief."

"Don't worry little one, you'll be coming with me.""Oh?" Ayaka looked to her brother in confusion. Ayato responded to Ayaka's request for an explanation."The Head Priestess has offered to take you out for the evening. It has been a while since you left the manor. And Periodic outings may prove beneficial for maintaining a sense of normalcy and eventually a return to regular routines. Besides the shrine is quite close." An approving nod from Thoma followed. Miko took all of this in carefully before maneuvering herself behind the confused girl and placing her hands on her shoulders. She leaned in near the girl's face until their cheeks were touching. "I'll have her back by morning," Ayaka swears her teeth looked sharper than normal.____A fusha wagasa stood lone on the wet trail up to Mt Yogou. Violet fireflies danced in and out of the darkness. The sound of Miko's sing-song voice and sandals on wet stone disturbed some of the foxes on the trail. Despite working alongside Miko for years, it was still quite rare for them to be able to speak one one-on-one. They regularly met at different festivals and planning events, however, the conversations there were kept brief and professional. Miko was a busy woman after all. After all the formal jargon at their meetings together, Ayaka found Miko's more casual form of speech a bit dizzying to keep up with. She barraged her with questions and followed up with her own comments, making it difficult for Ayaka to ask her own questions. "How is that brother of yours? Has he managed to find a lover just yet? That brother of yours and what's his name? Oh right, Thoma. Those two seem awfully close. But you know what they say, you should marry your best friend." While Ayaka didn't particularly mind the casual banter, she felt a tinge of discomfort with the intimacy of the subject matter. Additionally, she found herself somewhat flustered, yearning for a more balanced conversation with Miko, one where she felt engaged rather than merely spoken at."And what about you?" Miko suddenly turned her attention to the young woman as they reached the landing of the shrine. Behind them, Tenshukaku stood proudly. The landscape beneath them dotted with violet atop green and surrounded by the indigo of the ocean. Little toy houses came alight as their residents returned. Truly despite everything, despite the near fall of her clan, she still felt love for her island. With all of this in mind it made her want to stay out longer, a stark contrast to how she'd been feeling as of late. However, she was sure she was not ready to face the public again.Using her adept social skills, Ayaka reacted quickly to change the subject. "Lady Miko, why don't we talk about somethi-""Miko.""Hmm?""Miko will do for tonight."The fox's words hinted at the notion that tonight there would be no need for formalities, that somehow tonight was a particularly special night. It was rather thoughtful of Miko to offer her a night out after all. It was normal to worry about your friends, perhaps that was the reason. That and Miko's natural easy-going nature. The two had entered one of Miko's abodes and The fox was shaking the excess rain of the wagasa before placing it into a nearby holder. "Come now. No need to get so shy. It's just girl talk." Miko put her hand on Ayaka's shoulder gently, but firmly enough to hint to the girl that she wanted her to guide her deeper within the abode.The two women set next to one another on their own respective wagases with a view that overlooked the ocean just behind the Sacred Sakura. The full moon illuminated the room. Miko's abode was simple yet elegant. The room smelled of cherry blossoms and there was even a bouquet of qingxins

that was gifted to her by an old friend from Liyue. Since she had missed out on the tea served at the previous gathering, Miko made her a fresh batch. The beverage warmed her belly. Something she was grateful for since the walk up to the shrine had been a chilly one due to the rain. She was even more grateful when the woman offered her a blanket. The soft fabric caressed her skin. Despite her cryo vision giving her a higher tolerance to cold, she still preferred to be warm. Miko leaned against her catching her attention, she had absent =midnedly noticed a laps in the conversation, but was caught up in her appreciation. "You feel rather chilly, dear. Poor thing." Miko cooed at Ayaka while running a hand through her bangs. They were still damp from her post-training shower that she had taken right after Miko's earlier arrival. "You know, you shouldn't train in the rain. You'll catch a cold." Miko leaned in. The hand that was originally running through white bangs rand down Ayaka's cheek to grip her chin. "Let me warm you up." Miko leaned forward and placed a passionate kiss on the young lady’s lips.

The fox’s lips were soft and warm. Nothing like Ayaka had felt before. She thought of the distant memories of her parents kissing after praying over her sleeping form as a child and found no correlation. The sensation on her lips along with the flood of heat pooling in between her legs were a foreign sensation entirely. Instinctively, Ayaka grasped that there was something deeper in this kiss—primal instinct. Ayaka understood it primally. However, Her role as a leader and the principles ingrained in her upbringing vehemently rejected the notion of engaging in a scandalous encounter, especially within the sacred confines of a shrine! “Lady Miko!” Ayaka pushed her hands against the towering figure, but Miko did not budge. Instead, she held the younger woman’s wrists and pulled her back into her. The fox wrapped her arms around the younger and looked into her eyes. “I told you to call me Miko” Her tone was harsher and demanding, as if correcting an underling’s misbehavior, but just as quickly, her tone softened. “What do you want right now Ayaka?” Her soft hands caressed the younger’s cheek again. “Listen to your body. It’ll do you no good to suffer alone.”

Ayaka weakly countered. Where had all her strength gone? “I-it’s indecent…” Gentle astonishment appeared on the heron’s face when she saw the fox laugh, her fangs sparkling in dim candlelight and cold moon gleam. “My dear,” Miko leaned in closer, Ayaka could see the pools of tears that had collected at the coroner of the fox's eyes from her previous laughing fit. “The shrine’s will encourages one to express their true selves. Besides, you're with me, the guuji, if it were that wrong do you think I would allow for it?” A small gasp of realization from the smaller prompted Miko to slide her hands down her arms, up to her shoulders, then down her sides before resting them on her waist. Ayaka shivered. Small sparks of electricity followed the fox’s palms. “Believe me, I can purge even the most hidden of vices, Miko chided.” And with that Ayaka was swallowed once again in a deep kiss that made her drop all of her inhibitions. It felt good. Warm and tingling. But too hot, suddenly the warm tea in her belly felt like it had come to a boil and despite her cryo nature, she could feel herself starting to sweat again. Her chest was pounding and her head felt light and heavy at the same time. Miko broke the kiss to look into the shorter’s eyes. Ayaka's breaths came out in heaves. Her cool cryo-breath mixed with the warmth of the room causing condensation to form as she huffed. Her cool skin was now tinted in a layer of red as blood rushed to the surface. Her eyelids droopy and her pupils dilated. Suddenly her hakama was pulled open by pink fingers. The cooler air came as a relief despite Ayaka’s now diminished reservations. Her nipples hardened under Miko’s gaze. “Oh my, well look at these. Aren't these just adorable. Miko trail kisses all the way down from her cheeks to the hardened buds, Ayaka squeaking with each spark from the fox; 's lips. A wet tongue swirled around taupe areolas then suddenly flicking across the very tip causing Ayaka to shake and squeal. Miko did not let the girl rest as she switch back and forth between each breast, nibbling and sucking, pinching between sharp teeth in quick succession. Ayaka's fingers tangled between pink locks, all the while the slick continued to gather between her legs.

Ayaka was pushed onto her back. She felt cold claws reach under fabric and yank at her fundoshi, exposing her pink puss to the warm air. Miko rubbed hard and slow circles over the woman’s clit as she continued her previous attack on her breasts. Miko savored the taste of each piece of flesh that entered her mouth. Small purple bite marks swelled around Ayaka’s areolas. She moaned in surprise when Miko continued to nip a trail of love bites down her tummy. Miko’s slender tongue wrapped around her sensitive pearl. She mewled at the sudden contact, electricity forcing her back to arch. The room became cloudy with condensation, steam coming in whisps and coating their bodies in a wet sheen. Miko’s warm, wet tongue continued to flick relentlessly before abruptly slowing down. Ayaka whined at the loss of contact. She bucked her hips forward, desperate to reclaim her high. “M-miko?”

“There it is.” Miko moaned out. “Beg for me.”

The inferno in her chilled body shot up exponentially. All decorum that had been trained into her fled at once. Shame left no trace in her body as she begged. “Miko, please. I need it. Need your mouth.” Miko was more than satisfied with this. She was not expecting the head commissioner to break so quickly. Poor thing must have been so deprived, thought Miko. Without another word, she dipped back in between Ayaka’s folds. Ayaka’s lower body was enveloped in a heat unlike any other. Each flick of Miko’s skilled tongue had her seeing stars, and just when she thinks she's about to reach her climax the next flick of Miko’s tongue only takes her higher. Amidst her moans and convulsions, she is just barely able to mutter out a brief and broken “faster”. Miko, not wanting to frustrate the girl too much since it seemed like she was not too experienced, immediately obliged. She did not want to give the woman a bad impression. She would have plenty of time to tease her later. Only a few flicks at the heightened pace sent Ayaka over the edge. She released in a beautiful broken sob. White knuckles held Miko’s head in place as the younger woman came down from her high. Ayaka collapsed in an exhausted heap, puffs of white condensation leaving with each exhalation. Once released, Miko sat up. Licking her lips post-meal, she crawled up face to face with her prey. Ayaka stared back at the priestess through hooded eyes as puffs of condensation still left her heaving lips. Miko pulled off her haiku, letting her full breasts spill out onto the cooler woman’s chest. Pink hardening to a deeper pink at the cooling temperature. “My turn little mouse. Now stick your tongue out.” Ayaka obliged sticking out her small tongue past her pink lips. Leaning down Miko sucked on the wet muscle, intertwining her tongue with hers. Their saliva intermingled and ran down Ayaka’s chin and pooled in the back of her throat, causing her to sputter.

Once satisfied with the mixture of saliva dripping from their mouths, Miko backed up and turned around so her pink snatch was right above Ayaka’s face. Pulling her fundoshi to the side she placed her clit on Ayakas cool tongue. The cool sensation caused Miko’s clit to pulsate, heightening the sensitivity. Miko wet two of her fingers and teased the outside of Ayaka’s slit, circling her fingers around her entrance. Ayaka moaned in anticipation, an itch that she could not scratch appeared in her center, and she knew Miko could reach it. Miko began to grind on Ayaka’s protruding tongue. She inserted both fingers, pumping them in time with her grinding. The primal satisfaction of being filled sent hot pleasure through the younger's womb. Moans spilled out only to be muffled between the fox's wet core. Miko hit her bundle of nerves so perfectly. The fox’s claws became more and more wet with slick. The air was impossibly thick with condensation. Miko let out a series of short, low-pitched moans amidst Ayaka’s longer and high-pitched ones. Suddenly Ayaka’s legs hitched as she reached her peak. A long moan escaped her lips. Miko continued to pump her fingers in and out from between the woman's trembling legs, liquid squirting out with each pump and coating the tatami mats. ”Oh yeah little mouse, get it all out, all of it,” she coaxed. Miko, having more endurance than her shorter counterpart, continued to grind down her slack-jawed mouth. She sat up and began to grind more quickly, grabbing her breast with one hand and using the other to steady herself. Ayaka’s cool tongue on her clit ignited the nerve endings in her clit. The wet sound of slick, skin slapping against skin, slippery arousal running down Ayaka’s chin mixed with saliva, Miko allowed herself to get lost in all of it. With a small groan, she came quickly, arching her back.

As both of them came down from their high, Miko moved off of Ayaka's face to kneel beside her. She gazed upon Ayaka’s reddened face. Her red mouth glistened with cum. She leaned down and kissed the heron on her swollen lips. “Don’t pass out on me now little one. We’re just getting started.”

[fateloe]

Ocupamos un Renji para el clan!

¡Nuestros usuarios buscan un personaje original con el PB de Abarai Renji de Bleach para el Clan Madarame!

El Clan Madarame es una agrupación de familias relacionadas entre sí, híbridas entre seres humanos y los "Oni Rojos" del folklore japonés.

¡Últimamente hay más personajes en esta facción! ¡si te gusta Fate así como te gusta también la cultura asiática, esta facción es para ti!

[bessamanu1986]

Almuerzo en la Academia Shinigami / Lunch at Shinigami Academy 🏫

Se me ocurrio hacer un dibujo y pequeño fanfic de un flashback del primer almuerzo entre Momo Hinamori y Sosuke Aizen, en el comedor de la Academia Shino, mientras ella era una joven alumna avanzada y él ya era el capitán del 5to Escuadrón, muchos años antes de la traición de él a la Sociedad de Almas:

Traducción en Español:

Momo, en ese momento una muy joven alumna de 15 años, se encontraba esperando su almuerzo en la fila, ella había pedido para comer un plato de carne con arroz. Estaba ansiosa por comer y descansar un poco después de las clases de la mañana. Pero justo cuando iba a recibir su comida, alguien se le adelantó, una figura alta y elegante, y antes de ello, Momo no se quedo conforme con su almuerzo y pidio un poco más de sopa. "Disculpe, ¿podría darme un poco más de sopa? Tengo mucha hambre hoy"-dijo la joven alumna de la Escuela de Shinigamis.

El cocinero asintió y le sirvió un poco más de sopa en su plato. Momo, agradecida, se dirigió a una de las mesas vacías para esperar a sus amigos. Mientras se sentaba, una figura alta y elegante se acercó a ella. Era Sosuke Aizen, entonces el capitán del 5to Escuadrón, quien accidentalmente se le había adelantado en la fila y agarró el plato de Momo.

Sosuke era un joven capitán del Gotei 13 que tenía 21 años, se paró frente a ella y tomó el plato que iba a ser para Momo. Ella lo miró con sorpresa y se quedó sin palabras. Aizen era aquel que había salvado a ella y a sus amigos Renji Abarai, Izuru Kira y Shuhei Hisagi, de un ataque de Hollows en una fábrica industrial de la Ciudad Karakura en un entrenamiento de alumnos, hace varias semanas.

Momo: ¿E-este plato era para mí...?

Aizen: Oh, lo siento mucho. Parece que me confundí. Aquí tienes.

Aizen se disculpó y le entregó el plato a Momo, sin dejar de sonreír. Ella sintió cómo su corazón se aceleraba e instantáneamente se ruborizó.

Momo: Gracias... Capitán Aizen...

Aizen: Por favor, llámame Sosuke. ¿Eres nueva en la Academia?

Momo: Sí, apenas llevo unos meses aquí. Soy Hinamori Momo, soy una estudiante avanzada de la Academia Shino.

Aizen: Un gusto conocerte, Momo. Yo soy el capitán del Escuadrón 5, Aizen Sosuke. Disculpa mi intromisión, pero he notado que siempre estás sola en el comedor. ¿Te importa si me siento contigo?

Momo se sonrojó y asintió, incapaz de articular palabra. Aizen se sentó frente a ella y comenzó a hablar, mostrándose amable y atento.

Aizen: He oído grandes cosas sobre ti, Hinamori. Eres una talentosa estudiante y posees una energía espiritual impresionante. Me preguntaba si estarías interesada en unirte a mi Escuadrón una vez que termines tu entrenamiento en la Academia.

Momo estaba abrumada por la propuesta. Aizen era uno de los Shinigami más respetados y poderosos, y la idea de ser parte de su Escuadrón era emocionante. Sin embargo, también se sentía nerviosa por su presencia imponente.

Momo: S-señor Aizen, sería un honor unirme a su Escuadrón, pero aún estoy en entrenamiento y tengo mucho que aprender.

Aizen sonrió tranquilizadoramente y le puso una mano en el hombro.

Aizen: No te preocupes, Hinamori. Creo que tienes lo necesario para sobresalir. Trabaja duro y sé fiel a tus convicciones. Cuando llegue el momento, estaré encantado de recibirte en mi Escuadrón.

-Los dos jóvenes continúan almorzando mientras seguían hablando de sus planes futuros en aquella Academia que entrenaba a los jóvenes y futuros Segadores de Almas como Momo-

Translation in English:

It occurred to me to make a drawing and small fanfic of a flashback of the first lunch between Momo Hinamori and Sosuke Aizen, in the Shino Academy dining room, while she was a young advanced student and he was already the captain of the 5th Squad, many years before. of his betrayal of Soul Society:

Momo, at that time a very young student of 15 years old, was waiting in line for her lunch. She had ordered a plate of meat with rice. She was eager to eat and get some rest after morning classes. But just when she was going to receive her food, someone stood before her, a tall and elegant figure, and before that, Momo was not satisfied with her lunch and asked for some more soup. "Excuse me, could you give me some more soup? I'm very hungry today"-said the young student of the Shinigami School.

The cook nodded and poured some more soup into her plate. Momo, grateful, went to one of the empty tables to wait for her friends. As she sat down, a tall, elegant figure approached her. It was Sosuke Aizen, then the captain of the 5th Squad, who had accidentally cut ahead of him in line and grabbed Momo's plate.

Sosuke was a young captain of the Gotei 13 who was 21 years old, he stood in front of her and took the plate that was going to be for Momo. She looked at him in surprise and was speechless. Aizen was the one who had saved her and her friends Renji Abarai, Izuru Kira and Shuhei Hisagi, from a Hollow attack in an industrial factory in Karakura City during student training several weeks ago.

Momo: T-this dish was for me...?

Aizen: Oh, I'm so sorry. It seems I got confused. Here you have.

Aizen apologized and handed the plate to Momo, still smiling. She felt her heart race and instantly blushed.

Momo: Thank you... Captain Aizen...

Aizen: Please call me Sosuke. Are you new to the Academy?

Momo: Yes, I've only been here a few months. I'm Hinamori Momo, I'm an advanced student at Shino Academy.

Aizen: Nice to meet you, Momo. I am the captain of Squad 5, Aizen Sosuke. Excuse my intrusion, but I've noticed that you're always alone in the dining room. Do you mind if I sit with you?

Momo blushed and nodded, unable to say a word. Aizen sat in front of her and began to speak, appearing friendly and attentive.

Aizen: I've heard great things about you, Hinamori. You are a talented student and have impressive spiritual energy. I was wondering if you would be interested in joining my Squad once you finish your training at the Academy.

Momo was overwhelmed by the proposal. Aizen was one of the most respected and powerful Shinigami, and the idea of ​​being part of his Squad was exciting. However, she also felt nervous about his imposing presence.

Momo: S-Mr. Aizen, it would be an honor to join his Squad, but I'm still in training and I have a lot to learn.

Aizen smiled reassuringly and put a hand on her shoulder.

Aizen: Don't worry, Hinamori. I think you have what it takes to stand out. Work hard and be true to your convictions. When the time comes, I will be happy to welcome you into my Squad.

-The two young people continue having lunch while they continued talking about their future plans in that Academy that trained young and future Soul Reapers like Momo-

😊😊😊😊🤗🤗🤗🤗🥲🥲🥲🥲

[scremogirl]

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬/𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hello everyone! If you didn’t see my intro post in my pins, my name is Sosa/Sos (So-S)

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✩𖤐☆𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄…

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✪⁂✫彡𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓✵✥☆ミ★

⚠︎︎-Smut

❤︎︎-fluff

☹︎-Angst

!REQUESTS OR ALMOST ALWAYS OPEN!

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

Bleach

Naruto

JuJutsu Kaisen

Gangsta

One piece

Demon Slayer

Hunter Hunter

Haikyuu

Kuroko no Basket

Saiki K

Dc

Marvel (Includes spiderverse)

Avatar

Ocs; such as yanderes etc.

Slashers

Monsters

Twisted Wonderland

God of War (This is mostly self indulgent but if you ask I will)

𝐖𝐡𝐨’𝐥𝐥 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

(In the order above)

All characters except; Momo, Hiyiori, Toshiro (romantically, I can write platonically like friends), Orohime, Neil, kakakura school squad, child characters (Toshiro and Neil fit this for me), Yami, almost all sterwritter except for a handful (request one or message me and I’ll tell you if I do it or don’t). And sometimes Renji (I can only see him with Rukia sometimes).

All characters (If you request Orochimaru imma kill you)

All characters (Except panda, Mahito, and puppet form mechamaru. If you request any of these ur weird)

All characters

All characters

All characters (except Murichiro, Nezuko, Gyokko, Daki, Uzui (+) wives, Iguro and Mitsuki; THEY ARE MADD FOR EACHOTHER AND NOBODY ELSE)

Phantom Troupe (+) Illumi (No Hisoka)

All characters

All characters

Saiki only

Almost any DC character you can think of I’d probably write for them. (Except joker I will refuse)

Justice League (Cartoon)

Justice League Unlimited(Cartoon)

Same thing as DC. A little less for this one but still.

X-men evolution

X-men anime

Everyone but Tuk and Spider (1st and 2nd movie)

Yours or mine

Almost anyone but Chucky

No Goblins

All characters but Ortho and Grim

Kratos

⚠︎︎ 𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐎⚠︎︎

NO BODILY FLUIDS EXCEPT ☾u♏︎.

Blood play

BDSM (maybe some light bondage)

Knife play or any weapons

Play 🍇 (maybe dub-con but I’m not sure)

Incest/Step-cest

“Daddy” kink (kinda a hypocrite for this but I will write for “Mommy”. Papi/Pa/Papa is all okay for me.)

Anal

Not that’s it’s a “No go” for me but I don’t write for things that don’t match me. For example; I will not write for other races or body types. That’s why I prefer to keep all my “y/n’s” either gender neutral, afab, only describing them with black features, or just not describing them at all.

Everything else is pretty much on the table

Lastly, I am in school so I can’t say that my posts will be consistent. But my goal is to try and post an Imagine, Full Fic, and headcanon every week. They all might be on the same day, one on Mon and 2 on Fri, scattered throughout the week. My goal is just to post at least 3 diff works a week. We’ll see cause I might give up 😭. *Update 10/5/23; I realized that I post an Aot fic at least once every week at this point. It’s eqsy for me to write them so it might be a weekly thing. I’m not sure tho let me know what you think*

Prompts and Req are welcomed. All you need to do is tell me how you wanted formatted, headcanon, full fic, imagine or even one shots. Then tell me your idea or prompt. I’m open to making new friends and you don’t even have to req anything, we could just interact. If you are having a hard time finding a post of mine just copy and paste one of the keys provided above into the tags. I also need to figure out how to turn posts into a link. Help plz. THANK U.

- Love, Sosa.

Just as an FWI, this is temporary until I set up a new and improved list. Be a little patient as it it will take a while to do.

Thank you ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

[actuallysaiyan]

She's Got Big Red Eyes and Big Red Lips(Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, semi-public sex, oral sex(male receiving), throatpie, slight dub-con if you squint word count: 1k pairings: Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader summary: you lead Renji somewhere somewhat private and you ask for his hair tie so you can tie your hair up... a/n: Thanks to the wonderful Vero(@yeowangies) for always supporting my lewd thoughts about Renji and giving me inspiration to write these sexy ideas hehehe!

Renji doesn’t question it when you begin dragging him off towards a closed area. He happily goes along with whatever crazy plans you have. You bring so much joy to his life, so how could he say no to you? You’re such a sweetheart and he adores you more than anything in this life. So when you grabbed him by the hand and began to duck down alleyways and behind buildings, Renji knew better than to question it too much. You can be rambunctious at times, especially when it comes to surprising him. 

You’re behind a building, and you look around to check if anyone is here. Then with a wicked grin, you eagerly push Renji against the wall. He grunts softly but he soon is chuckling. You interrupt that with a sweet kiss. The longer you kiss him, the more deep it gets. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in so close. The kiss deepens even more when you press your body against his. You can feel just how aroused he is this way.

“Hey Renji…” You moan out as you pull away from the kiss to breathe.

“What is it?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.

You grin mischievously, “Can I borrow your hair tie? I need it for a minute.”

Renji barely even considers it. Within seconds he’s letting his hair fall down, handing you the hair tie in question. He watches you put your hair up in a messy bun, smiling wider now that he can see even more of your beautiful face. He’s about to cup it again in his hands, but you’re too quick for him.

Within seconds, you’re on your knees and Renji’s eyes are bulging out of his head. His cheeks burn when he realizes exactly why you asked him for the hair tie. His cock begins to harden in his pants, and you take this opportunity to pull them down now. He shudders when he sees just how bold you’re being right now.

“W-we shouldn’t. I mean, what if…what if someone sees us?”

You don’t really think about that right now. You start by wrapping your fingers around his thick girth, stroking it slowly. You lean in to lap up the pearlescent fluid that comes from the tip of his dick. He moans softly, then he covers his mouth with his hand. You giggle softly before you dive down to begin kissing his balls.

“W-wait…” But his arguments are falling flat.

Still, this causes you to pull away completely. Renji's never seen such a vision of lewd beauty. You’re on your knees just for him, a bit of saliva coating your lips and you’re eyeballing him so hungrily. It’s like a predator watching its prey; and with the way you’re so eager to pleasure him, he knows he’s in for a treat.

“You don’t want me to suck you off then?” You ask, tilting your head to the side to imitate him.

“Well,” he grunts as he feels your warm breath on the wet tip of his cock. “It’s not that I don’t want you to, I just…” he looks away, his cheeks crimson red.

“That’s what I thought. You want this, but you’re worried someone is gonna see us, yeah? Don’t worry, baby. Nobody will find us.” You promise him, and with the look in his eyes, he knows you mean what you say. 

Before he can say anything else, you’re already wrapping your lips around him. He grunts and his hips buck involuntarily at the sensation. His knees buckle as you continue taking him into your mouth. It’s wet and warm and…fuck it feels amazing. His eyes roll back in his head as you begin to bob your head back and forth. He’s not sure if he’s going to be able to last long; whether it be because he finds you so damn sexy or because the chances of getting caught are kind of high, Renji will probably blow his load way too quick.

“Hnng fuck! Oh fuck, your mouth is so fucking hot…so wet.”

He’s barely hanging on, but then you go and look up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours. A shaky hand comes down to caress your cheek, and it struggles to stay steady when you begin to deepthroat him. Your tongue is basically lapping at his balls as his thick cock gets shoved down your throat. Renji lets out a pathetic little mewl, and a string of curses follow that.

“Shit, baby— I— fuck I can’t hold on!”

You love the way he sounds when he’s so desperate like this. His legs are shaking as he does what he can to hold on. His breathing is ragged as he pants just for you. He curses and swears, trying his best not to be too loud. Whenever he looks down at you, he swears he’s never seen a more lewd spot. 

When you finally reach up to begin massaging his balls, he’s done for. Both of his hands reach for the back of your head and he pushes you down until your nose is nestled in the patch of red pubes that adorns the base of his cock. You hold onto his thighs, steadying yourself as he begins to cum down your throat.

“Fuck yes! I’m fucking cumming!” He growls, throwing his head back in pleasure.

Ropes of thick cum coat your mouth and throat with each throb of his dick. He’s holding you down on his cock, thrusting his hips slowly as he rides out his high. Then he allows you to pull away, and he watches as you catch your breath. He’s always so impressed with the way he’s able to use your mouth and throat as his own little fucktoys. Your hands help tuck him back into his pants and Renji helps you to your feet.

“You better find a better place for us to be private,” he growls into your ear. “And I’ll need that hair tie back so I can return the favor.”