#jugram haschwalth headcanons

[kiwicopia]

Hey ! I loved your Jugram nsfw headcanons. May I ask you some Jugram dating headcanons, please ? :3

Thanks a lot 🐱

I'm so glad that you enjoyed them, and I hope that you enjoy these as well. ☺️

TW: mentions of sex, a bit of possessiveness & jealousy, angsty on some parts

Dating Jugram definitely has its ups and downs. It's obviously not the easiest thing in the world, but relationships never are, right? That doesn't mean he's the worst lover, or even the best, but he does what he can to make you happy.

Everyone will either know of your relationship or be kept in the dark. It really just depends. On one hand, Jugram might find that mixing the relationship with work isn't ideal, however, he wants others to know so that no one, and I do mean no one, tries anything with you. Not that they would, anyway. That's just a death sentence when he finds out.

Speaking of work and relationship mixing, he's very good about not letting it get in the way of certain decisions he has to make, however, this can change depending on how new or cemented in the relationship is. If it's just starting out, yeah, he's able to make clearer decisions. If it's already cemented in, we'll, that can make it more difficult and might cloud his judgement on certain things.

Likes to leave you little gifts with a handwritten note, when he's able to. His handwriting is the most elegant you've ever seen, but what he writes is never cheesy, or so he thinks. "Thought about you today", "Have a great day", and "See you tonight" are typically what he writes.

Jugram can be jealous at times, especially when seeing some random foot soldier talking to you so nonchalantly. He'll stand off to the side, watching and waiting for you to finish the conversation so that he can have you. He's a patient man, so he doesn't mind waiting, but he also doesn't like it when that soldier decides to just keep talking. Or if he deviates from the topic and to another.

He's possessive in the sense that he keeps a part of him on you when he can. Whether it be a hand, his fingers, etc. People know of your relationship, but there will always be a few that think they can still try something and get away with it. If his cold, hard glared don't work, then expect him to hold your hand or even have it placed on your shoulder while he's staring daggers at the person. Jugram is most likely planning their downfall in his head. At least it makes for some good fucking later in the bedroom.

Couples argue and have little fights. It happens, but he absolutely hates it when the two of you do it. He's not above giving you the cold shoulder to make you learn a lesson, but he can't deny the bit of guilt he feels when he does it. He also doesn't like it when you ignore him as well, and he usually busies himself with his duties to get the spat off of his mind. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. One of you eventually caves in and apologizes, to which the other does as well before he suggests talking it out. Jugram likes to learn from his mistakes, even if you were in the wrong.

As punctual as he is, and always has been, you honestly make him want to lie in bed a little longer. Just to feel the warmth radiating from your body. He loves what the two of you have, not that he'd admit it to anyone else but you, but that's besides the point. Even though everything is hectic for the Sternritter at times, you make him feel normal, or as normal as he can possibly feel.

[3rosx]

This is just a little drabble I thought of cause I was bored in class, lolz. I haven't posted in a while ૮꒰ ˊᗜˋ ꒱ა I'm in college now, 1st year accountant student ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ so I don't have much free time like before, I think my writing skills have gotten rusty but I really wanted to post this since cour 3's out now.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Jugram Haschwalth Headcannon, what if he started to fall for you? ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

He's def the type to yearn, like really yearn when he starts to love someone. ᯓ★ ૮₍´˶• . •🎀₎ა

My reason to think so? His childhood, I feel like his shitty uncle would take away anything that he starts to show interest in because he's controlling like that. So kid Jugo would always hide his interests, always timid and apprehensive, just saying yes and doing what the adults want him to do.

The first thing that Jugo could call 'his' was his best friend, Bazz because his uncle died in the village fire soon after. He was free, he didn't need to hide anymore. But old habits like that die hard, Yhwach found him, and even though he wasn't as controlling as Jugo's shitty uncle, he was more dangerous, he could do more.

So even if he and Bazz didn't have that disagreement when Haschwalth got chosen instead of Bazz when they were kids, Haschwalth would have still distanced himself from his friend. Not because he didn't want to be friends anymore, but because he's the Quincy Grandmaster now, the King's second-in-command. Before, it would only be his uncle watching him like a hawk, now, the whole of Silbern (Wandenreich?) is observant of his every move. If he showed his favor to anyone, friend or whatknot, they would get targeted.

So in the end, Haschwalth never really stopped hiding.

Haschwalth is a yearner, he'd never admit to his feelings out loud. He's the silent type to love from afar, you'd never really know what he feels for you since he'd never utter a word. For your sake.

[brittscafe]

Pairing: Jugram, Cang Du, Ichigo, and Shunsui x reader (separately)

Summary: Headcanons for bleach men, Jugram, Cang Du, Ichigo, and Shunsui who have a s/o who easily forgets things bc of their trauma.

Request: Hello,sorry if I'm asking this early but can you do a headcanon about bleach men jugram,cang du,Ichigo and shunsui with a reader who forget things easily because of their trauma like muichiro tokito from demon slayer?

A/n: Helloooooo. ofcccc,

Content: PTSD, trauma, comfort, angsty fluff.

Jugram:

He's superrr patient with you and lets you take your time on things.

Jugram never really tries to help you when you forget things bc he truly wants to help you deep down. He wants you to figure it out on your own and help yourself.

A smile tugs along his face as you light up with excitement, eventually remembering the thing you forgot.

He will help you sometimes if you just can't get it, but he really wants you to be independent for the most part and let you have a sense of accomplishment.

Jugram observes things very closely and he keeps track of all the things you forget, he's even got a list.

He'll check off things on the list when you eventually remember, if you do.

He even gets you stickers for each thing you remember. Sometimes he'll even just give you a sticker because he likes seeing the way your face lights up.

Def comforts you and holds your hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

Gives you little kisses as rewards for remembering stuff.

Cang Du:

He won't show his emotions or anything, he keeps a deadpan expression, even though it hurts him on the inside knowing that you forget things bc of your trauma.

Cang Du will discuss your trauma with you and how you forget things if you want.

He's a super good listener, nodding his head and holding eye contact with you the whole time.

As we know, he doesn't really speak unless needed, but he does like to speak to you.

He'll comfort you with a calm, loving voice.

He isn't super touchy, but he'll comfort you with a big hug and let you melt into his arms.

You appreciate the conversations and hugs from Cang Du as it shows just how much he loves you.

He won't express how much he loves you often, but when you can't remember something and become sad, he'll express it.

Cang is super soft with you and never raises his voice or gets angry when you forget things.

He's a sweetheart, knowing about your past.

Ichigo:

Doesn't mind when you easily forget things nor does he really talk about it much with you.

He knows why you forget things so easily and he does tug on his heartstrings a little.

Ichigo doesn't like to bring it up with you because he doesn't want to make you sad or bring up your past trauma.

You can see it in his eyes though, you can see that he hates that your past has made you forget things.

If he could, Ichigo would go back into the past and protect you from all the traumas you endured.

He's very warm hearted with you and lets you take your time.

He doesn't mind it when in almost every conversation, you forget past memories and eventually remember them.

Ichigo will enhance certain words in convos just in case you forget and he says the word again to spark up the gears in your brain to remember once again.

He always thinks about your needs first and puts you before him.

Shunsui:

Shunsui does get a little sad knowing that you forget things so easily because of the trauma you've been through in the past.

He wishes he could take it all away from you, but he can't, so he helps you.

He likes to help you concentrate and likes to help you remember by playing silly little games.

It'll be like a guessing game for you and he'll sometimes will trace letters into the palm of your hand to further help you.

Shunsui will bring up a memory of you two, on vacation or doing something significant together and when you don't remember, he has to hide the frown on his face.

He gets a tad disappointed, but not at you at all. He's disappointed that your past has made you forget things so easily. Shunsui gets sad about it.

He's like a big plushy bear tho that you can come to when you needed comfort about your past ptsd.

He'll open his arms and wrap them around you, slightly rocking you back and forth to comfort you.

Shunsui always says how proud he is of you while pressing a kiss to your cheek or forehead.

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー２０２４> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT

BOTH 🍒 JUGRAM X F! READER X BAZZ B ＫINKTOBER DAY 25: DP

🐙 Requested by: Anonymous. Hnnng. Afab reader with DP with Jugram and Bazz-B??? omg 😳 I'm sorry- ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. there is always a way to stop a fight... jugram and bazz fucking you at the same time. dp. 🐙 wc: 1,1k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

- “Then why don’t you fight me, huh? Jugo!”  - “Calm down, Bazz-B…”  - “Ha! Bazz-B?! Come on! You won’t fight for her like you don’t fight for being the succ-“ - “Shut up!” 

You get in the middle; their eyes are blue and red fire, their veins pop from their temples, foreheads and squeezed hands. 

Their hearts beat so fast they tend to lose the rhythm; you can feel it in your palms, as they land on their chests to separate and stop an imminent fight. 

“Stop, guys… please” you murmur, they have gone silent the moment you step in between them. “Stop fighting, my heart hurts when you do this” you continue, acting like an angel in distress… but it was you who gave them another reason to want to kill each other.

Jugram sighs, he takes his hand from the pommel of his sword to put it on your cheek. His blond, long eyelashes flutter over sky orbs that fix on yours with deep regret. 

Bazz, who also stays silent, takes his arm in a much more violent way around your waist. 

“Leave. Her. Alone” he grunts, snatching you against his chest. 

You enjoy the natural warmth of a man that’s made of fire, that also turn Jugrams into a conflagration of hate and jealousy. 

He lifts his chin a little bit, looking at him from the side with superiority intent. Perhaps is just pain, but that’s the only way Jugram had been taught to behave. 

“She is the one to decide” the blonde states. 

“Yeah! Who is it gonna be, (Name)?!” bazz answers back. 

You take some air, passing your hand through Jugram’s small of his back to bring him closer to you and your “captor”

Your eyes go from the mohawk man to the prince, and biting your lip you whisper your final resolve…

“Both… I want both of you… I don’t wanna chose, I want to be shared”

To them, the word <both> had been pronounced in slo-mo. Your lips moving so slow, so juicy, so tempting. A perverted proposal that Bazz-B took as a challenge, while Jugram pondered whether letting reason win or desire… and of course, the scales ended up tipping to lust… 

Immediately after, both attack your neck. A kiss on your right, and a kiss on your left. A bite here, a bite there. Hands around your waist, sometimes crashing their fingertips with the other right in the small of your back. 

Engulfed by their masculine frame, your fists clench to their white Sternritter uniforms, pulling them closer, so close to your body. 

You want their mouths on yours, you want them freed from their pristine clothes… you want the darkness of their souls letting loose and all inside your own. 

Their lips take turns to kiss yours, while one attacks your juicy mouth, the other bites your neck and your collar bones. And then, their hands, playful, blatantly, desperate, rip the buttons that hold your white uniform together. 

There is nothing they wanted more than seeing your naked skin shine with the faint light of the Silbern… the cold surrounding the palace can’t reach your skin, and the bumps on your flesh are only caused by their soft grunts… the heat of their hands, making their way all over you, it is even making you sweat. 

You, feeling so loved and desired, want more… you pull from their clothes even harder, wanting to rip them, to tore them. Yet, you stop yourself, you don’t need to do it, you just need to let their manhood win… a poor damsel, their object… is it that bad to feel that way from time to time? Just, and only, as precious as Heika’s blood? 

You let them do, and by the time you realize, there was no need to ask for it. Bazz walks around and stands at your back. His arms snake around your waist to the front, falling down your belly button. You can feel the hardness of his sex against the small of your back, while his chin rests on your left shoulder. 

As for Jugram, he prefers to stay right in front of you, crunching to devour your chest, breasts and nipples. Sucking, biting, licking, while his index softly caresses your already sensitive lips, forcing his fingertip to bury on your mouth. 

Your explosive lover reaches for your core, spreading your labia until finding your clit. He focuses there, getting his fingertip hotter, just enough to make you squirm in complete warm pleasure.

You try to reach for both bulges, blindly groping as Bazz keeps your head back with his hand on your mandible and his teeth carved on your nape. 

“Desperate, (Name)? What do you want? Tell Jugo and I” Bazz whispers on your ear.

You moan; “what do I want? Both… didn’t I tell you earlier?” 

“Heh…” he answers back, taking a quick look at his blonde friend who had stood up just on time to look at your raptured façade pleading for their dicks. 

“At the same time, (Name)?” Jugram asks, speaking up for the very first time since this is all started. He is a man of few words, and that even made him a little blushed. 

You nod; desperately, moving your hips back and forth to graze both hardnesses… “Please, Jugo, Bazz ~” you purr. 

Enough, that was enough for them. Their pants fall down the floor in a matter of seconds, their sexes, impetuous, violent, hasty, already play against your folds. They get wet, they soak into your neediness… please, please, please. I want you both inside, I wanna feel you throbbing right inside at the same time. 

The first to open its way inside wasn't Bazz, but Jugram. His eyes told his friend to stop, to let him go first, to let him do it before him. And Bazz acceded, he understood you needed the balanced intrusion of someone not -that- explosive. 

When the blond slid right in, you let your head rest on Bazz’s shoulder, trapping his mouth with yours, and kissing him desperately as his friend started moving in and out of you. 

Jugram carves his fangs on your neck, like a vampire, something that kinda looks so proper to him. “Bazz… come on” he mourns, still with his mouth against your flesh. He knows your insides are ready to take him as well; he couldn’t keep your milking walls to be enjoyed just by him only.

“Ready, love?” Bazz whispers, guiding his tip to your entrance. At first, the touch of their manhood stop them for a little bit, but lust prevailed… no friendship, nor brotherhood could stop them from getting deep, deep inside of you. 

And so, with your mouth opened agape, and short breathing filled with random sounds that couldn’t form a word, you feel yourself full. With synchronized rams, stretching you till the point of feeling like ripping in half… trembling, biting, kissing, whining. 

Full, make me full. Both, both, both… Full, we will make you full…

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[weakheroo]

Yhwachs hair is so long because theres this unspoken rule that he told himself ever since he was young, to cut his hair only when he loses a battle. And other Quincy like Jugram and Gerard took their majesty as an inspiration to grown their hair as a sign of respect.

[drgarrisonandpaul]

The Quincys Around Kids

Again, SUPER open to criticism, discussion, and additions. I love talking to people <3

Quilge: He hates them and he doesn't want to be around them, but he's not aggressive. Just stiff and uncomfortable. Like, maybe they bumble around and show him their toys and he just goes "Ohhhh, wow that's... that's greaaattttt." Honestly, he prefers teens. They can just mutually ignore each other.

Askin: Doesn't hate them, but also doesn't exactly "like" them. They're messy and loud and gross. He'll be a nice wine uncle though, bring them little gifts that their parents disapprove of like fake tattoos and clip-on piercings.

Mask De Masculine: He's the best possible Quincy you could ever leave your kid with. Mask can be gentle but he can just as easily be rough, depending on the kid. Wanna wrestle? Why not. He'll wrestle a three-year-old, but he'll have also have enough restraint to get on their level. Timid kid that just wants to draw? Heck yeah! He'll sit down at your Dora table and draw all day! Though... he might break the matching Dora chairs-

Nanana: Also a pretty chill dude to leave your kid with. He's probably going to sit back and just chill and play video games or board games with them. One of my headcanons is that he's a mathematician at heart because it just sounds awesome paired with his "Morphine Pattern" Grids. He'd be more than happy to help with math homework, whether it be addition, time, or (his favorite) graphing.

Uryu: He's awkward around kids. Like, he likes them, and he has a way with them. However, something about him just DRAWS kids towards him. Kids love this poor man, happy to play and draw and hang out with him, and he just stands there and lets them drag him away like "Uhhhh, okayyyy, where are we goinggg???" and then he's stuck playing barbies for three hours (he loves it)

Giselle: ... ... no.

Gremmy: He's being nice, but also the kids are terrified of him. If he finds a child that ISN'T afraid of him, they'll probably grab a huge box and play rocketship. Gremmy feels like a rocketship-player.

Äs Nödt: Horrendous with children. He's tried being timid, and proceeds to get walked on. He's tried being more intense, and proceeds to scare them. He can't really find a balance in interacting with kids so he simply... doesn't.

Jugram: Please don't leave your child with this man, he will show them around the Silbern and there are things in the Silbern that children should NOT be seeing. Like war things and his collection of knives (he's totally a knife collector)

Ryūken: We see how he is with Uryu. This man cares for almost nothing, he's dull and cold and doesn't really connect emotionally with ANYTHING

Bazz-B: One would think that because of his aggression and punk guy attitude that Bazz isn't good with kids, and they'd be wrong. He's awesome with kids. He'll take them on his motorcycle (he totally has a motorcycle and does donuts in Hueco Mundo), he'll get them some ice cream, and he'll buy them some Pokémon cards. They'll probably play Xbox all day, even if the kid can't figure out the controls

Bambietta: Might scare the kid even if she doesn't mean it, she's pretty intense and explosive, but with a kid that can match her energy? I can see her taking them outside and blowing things up with them, either literally or with little soldier toys, making mouth noises for the explosions

Yhwach: I mean... you COULD leave your child with this man. You shouldn't, but you COULD. Sure, they'd be alive and well and probably happy at the end of the day, since I can definitely see him being calm and level-headed and sweet with a child. But the kid might also have a new little baby Sternritter uniform

Robert Accutrone: He doesn't talk to the kid, since he doesn't know what to really say, however, he does make them pancakes and turn on Bluey or Steven Universe for them. Have a lazy day

[my0vershareworld]

𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖, 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖

Pairing: Cang Du, Bazz-B, Jugram Harschwalth, Gremmy Thomeaux x GN!Human reader

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons.

CW: None

Requested by @sahara-solaris-solace: Hello I read about your Sternritter headcanon. May I request u do part 2 involving Cang Du, Bazz B, Jugram and Gremmy? Please

A/N: WAHHH I LOVE CANG THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! these are all such a lovely characters. but sowwy abt the suggestive gestures i rlly can not think of how would they do it so uhhh ye have only gremmy doing it bc little shit move go brr

Cang Du

you told him is valentine. he was confuzzled on what was it about so he took a few time to listen to you and what you meant

after that he goes out his way to get some gifts and allat lovely things and all the things you love to give it to you

"I'm sorry for not knowing, but here..I got you these"

he said handing you all the gifts, flowers, things you love, chocolate

he totally pay for those.

very serious about spending all the time in the world with you

Bazz-B

get angry when you told him is love day

"IDIOT!- WHY DIDN'T YOU TOLD ME SOONER!?"

he said before storming off all angy

before he comes back with gifts and flowers (for both apologizing for yelling and for valentine)

"tch..sorry for- yelling or whatever- just take these, alright?!-"

oh boy he was so nervous and red as hell

give this boy a kiss and he'll melt before storming off like usual all flustered

Jugram Haschwalth

told him is valentine and he'll be confused before explaining it to him

a way to show love so he got up and walk out silently without a words

come back with good expensive ass gifts for no reason (that he totally paid for)

"I apologize for not knowing about this, next time I'll shall remember and get you a gift sooner, love"

god what a charmer even though his face is so fucking dead you could tell he love you more than anything..well uh not more than Yhwach but still-

Gremmy Thomeaux

LITTLE SHIT.

why in 100 versions of hell and heaven are you with him

when you tell him is love day he'll chuckles and look at you and go

"are you expecting a gift?"

he said with his little shit eating grin before walking away

he's taking his time to think of what gift to get for you

instead his room is now filled with all the gifts he come up with and imagine and he got tired of accidentally using his power so he just.. get them all and give it to you

I don't even know how much gifts you get but like..is a lot and I can't explain some of them-

"well here's your gifts, I got tired of thinking so have these. if you want something more tell me"

he said with his little SHITTY ASS WINK and walk off

[superbeth18]

Some Bleach characters have names from different countries and ethnicities, so here's my interpretation:

• Nel - Norwegian and has some indigenous features

• Ulquiorra - Spanish but speaks English

• Nnoitra - Swedish

• Jugram - German

• Bambietta - American

• Yhwach - Mexican but naturalized German

[countesswilsy]

So, friends, I have some headcanons on Bazz and I'm ready to share them with you.

Well. The first thing I would like to start with and my most important headcanon is that Bazz has ADHD. So common, it's obvious.

He also keeps the whole of Silbern at bay. It's not like As Nodt, literally, but in the fact that you obviously wouldn't want to stumble upon him in one of the corridors of the palace.

He became friends with Ishida. Bazz may have disliked him at first, but when Ishida revealed to him his plan to kill Yhwach and avenge his mother, they would have become bro. :D

And Bazz sees Uryu as a little Jugram, only more stuffy.

Bazzard is a member of the Wandenreich criminal gang, which he himself created. He is the leader and the soul of the company there. Nowhere without him.

Black had a motorcycle.

The motorcycle was confiscated from him by Jugram, because Bazz staged a deadly show at night under the windows of the Grandmaster.

Easily gets drunk and thsn talks nonsense.

He flirts with almost all the girls he meets.

And not just girls.

One day he fell in love with a chair.

A metalhead.

Obviously has his own rock metal band. He plays electric guitar at rehearsals or classical in his chambers.

Often makes decisions based on emotions.

In fact, inside he is a cinnamon bun, he just doesn't show this side to anyone.

He often bribes the Loyd brothers to dance to him in the image of Yhwach.

After 500 years of pestering by Bazzard, he decided to give Haschwalth ultimatums and challenges.

A good card player.

Finally, headcannons on Bazz-B's childhood

He was a rather capricious child.

Did not suffer from overprotection. On the contrary, his parents didn't care about him.

His mom didn't work anywhere and had parties with her friends every day.

And the father was a busy man and he didn't have time for some son.

Probably studied at a music school. (if there were any at all then😶)

He talked to the saleswomen and bought goods, because Jugram was afraid to talk to people. :)

[uraharasandals]

I'm going feral for thoughts of Jugram with a male S/O. Putting Chika thirst thoughts on hold atm

JUGRAM HALSCHWALTH W/ MALE S/O

Jugram is so unbelievably gentle in all aspects of life. There is tenderness found in mundane moments of daily life - his fingers lingering on the buttons of his lover's shirt, brushing against the cheekbones of his lover's face as he gazes into his eyes tenderly; he takes life slow whenever he can, and it's easy to romanticise life when it's with him.

I don't think Jugram would like his lover to join the Sternritter, but he wouldn't oppose Yhwach if he insists, nor would he necessarily prevent him from doing so if he'd like to. He doesn't like the idea of injecting a power element into their relationship - Jugram wants his lover to feel equal to himself, and having him under his own command feels...wrong, somehow. Because he doesn't think he could hold himself back as a distant commander when his beloved is on the battlefield, but then again, only the best of the best make their way into the Sternritter. He ensures this.

Jugram is a man of gentle gestures, words and kisses. Because he's such a subtle and private person, even when in private it's hard for him to be overtly expressive - he brushes his lips against the rough knuckles of his lover's hands while holding them in his palms, he leaves another kiss on his collarbone. He's a very old man, and there's no hurry in him for love, especially not when he finally found someone for himself.

The man definitely admires the scars on his lover's hands, and the chafed and roughness on them, because this meant labours well done and battles well fought. Jugram allows his hands to be enveloped in the warmth of another hand or vice versa, settling in the comfort of something resembling home.

Despite his preference for privacy regarding his person life, Jugram does not shy away from showing his lover off in public. Not in an overt or explicit way, but rather slotting him in the normalcy of life, because there's nothing wrong with taking a man for a lover at all - whoever thinks otherwise doesn't voice their thoughts, especially since Jugram is literally the Grandmaster of the Sternritter. Jugram is not a fan of PDA, but the way he interacts with his lover makes it absolutely clear the two are in a relationship - the only time he shows as much devotion is to Yhwach, but that was more obedience than an equal relationship.

He calls his lover by his name in public settings, but in private, he calls him 'mein schatz' (my treasure). It's a term that most old people use, but isn't Jugram a youthful man with an old soul anyways? To him, his lover is a treasure at the end of a rainbow, someone who belongs to him and only him, someone he could have outside of the brutality and roughness of daily life in the army.

He hates it when people touch his hair, but makes an exception for his lover. Jugram makes a noise when his lover combs his hair or braids it or plays with it, something in between a relieved sigh and a purr. One bonding activity between the two is his boyfriend combing his hair and getting rid of knots in the early morning, while Jugram drinks his coffee and reads morning reports, both still in bed.

[kiwicopia]

jugram smut? 🥲

I'm not sure if you meant this as a request or what, but if so, here's some random smut headcanons for Jugram.

🔞 MDNI 🔞

As much as he prefers all of his sexual exploits with his partner to be a secret, or at least only between him and them, he can't deny that he enjoys testing those waters. Teasing him under the table? That's where it starts. Blowjobs during briefings? He hopes the others can't tell, but secretly wants them to be aware. Just the little notion, a little inkling that they've figured out something is going on, it gets him off.

He won't admit the fact that it turns him on when there's a chance he and his partner could be caught in the act, or even doing something so little such as touching. He doesn't want to be caught, but it's the fact that they could get caught that gets him going. He could have his partner pressed up against the wall with his tongue down their throat, just waiting for another Sternritter to walk by.

Jugram is an elegant man, so it's expected for his sexual endeavors to have that to at least some degree. But, if the mood strikes, he does like to be messy. Though he would prefer to be the one making his partner a mess, he honestly wouldn't have any issue if the roles were reversed. However, that's on a level of trust his partner would have to earn.

He enjoys it when his partner begs. Whether it be them begging for his cock, begging to suck him off, begging for him to suck them off or eat them out, it doesn't matter. The man just enjoys hearing his partner beg for it. It's music to his ears, and it certainly spurs him on. Only when they beg sweetly, though. ;)

Jugram doesn't look it, but he can give in oh so easily. If he and his partner are at that level of trust with one another, all it takes is just one little placement of their hand on his shoulder or chest and some sweetly whispered words into his ear. Only for his partner, though, and typically when they're alone. He can't have the other Sternritters seeing that.

That being said, he can switch the roles in bed. He doesn't mind playing the submissive one if his partner knows how to correctly dominate him. In fact, he can be quite a good sub. Though this won't happen too often, so it's best his partner takes the chance when they have it, because it'll be a while before he'd want to be submissive again.

Jugram is 50/50 with his dominant side. Depending on the mood he's in, which also depends on whether or not another Sternritter or lowly recruit ticked him off, he can be a hard dom or a soft dom. He can be sweet and gentle, or hard and rough. Though he mostly prefers being a soft dom, but sometimes that other side just comes out.

Loves bending his partner into all sorts of positions. He enjoys their flexibility and relishes at the fact that he's the only one able to witness it. No one else can or ever will bend his partner the way he can.

[weebbooks]

my favorite bleach husbando <3

🥵 Jugram

this was interesting since Jugram is sort of the living embodiment of that ‘is this allowed????’ vine (but polite) to me.

Jugram Haschwalth:

Jugram’s stilted intimacy issues will come leaping out now that you’re together for weeks on end, with no where for him to hide his vulnerabilities.

He’s unused to making a lot of needless (let alone very friendly) conversation, his catalogue of casual topics tapering to a select few interests when compared to his childhood. You’ll often catch him shutting his mouth and walking away mere seconds after he steps into the room you’re in. His approach to initiating sex is much the same–in other words, the seducing is up to you and you’ve certainly got your work cut out for you.

Sex is more of a duty than a past-time to him. This isn’t to say he dislikes sex; he simply views it as more than fun. He takes it seriously. Having sex has a purpose. To him, it’s his duty to show his care for you as well as pleasure you within a consummated relationship. Perhaps he’s slow to consider ‘netflix and chill’, but a cold bed will never be something you’ll worry about.

Jugram spend so many years pretending to be dispassionate about those he cared for under Yhwach that he still struggles to expose his desire for you outside of ‘marriage bed hours’. He’ll kiss you awake, but as soon as you’re completely lucid and pulling him on top of you for more, he’ll stiffen before insisting he needs to start his day. The majority of your attempts to start will be met with a knee jerk stop.

All of that said, he’s got a huge breeding kink. It doesn’t matter if it’s possible or not–the thought is more than enough to count. He will shamelessly look at the creampie he’s left you with before pinning you with the most intense look he can muster while he presses your legs as far back as they’ll go, declaring that he’s going to give you another. (You and the breeding press will become more than well acquainted).

He has a tendency to throw out a lot of pet names and titles during sex. ‘Just there, my dear’, ‘you’re maddening, darling’, ‘cum for me, wife’.

[brittscafe]

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I wanted to request some delicious, mouth watering, nail scratching Jugram smut. FULL ON ROUGH, DEGRADING AND ALL THAT. I'm in love with this man it's unhealthy 🤞😍 ALSO VOICE KINK, CUZ HE HAS SUCH A HOT VOICE OMG?!?! Sprinkle some 'you're enjoying this so much, aren't you?' SBWISJSINIW HIHIHI :twirls my hair:

Can I be ❄ anon plssss

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OMGG HIIII!!!! I'm good, thanks for asking! I love Jugram soooo much, it's not even funny 😭 and ofc you can be ❄ anon! <3

"Are your eyes covered, Jugram?!" you call out from the bathroom, dressed in your lacy, silky lingerie set that you had just bought.

"Yes, I promise, my love," he replies, sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed. He's only wearing his boxers, his muscular chest glistening in the lighting, patiently waiting for you.

You poke your head out of the bathroom and see Jugram doing exactly what you asked.

A smile tugs on your face and you walk out from the bathroom. You stand in between Jugram's legs, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"Ready?" you ask, biting on your bottom lip. Jugram smiles, letting out a tiny huff and nodding his head. You tap his shoulde twice, indicating that he can open his eyes.

Jugram's eyelids slowly flutter open, eyes gluing onto your body. The way your lingerie hugs your curves, ass, and breasts make Jugram's mouth water.

"You're beautiful, my love," Jugram comments, his voice deep and lingering in your mind

His cock grows hard inside of his boxers and he inhales sharply. He grabs onto your hips and pulls you on top of him, falling back onto the bed.

You giggle as you land on top of him, straddling his lap. He grabs onto your jaw and pulls your face towards him, locking his lips with yours.

His warm tongue slides into your mouth and you moan, closing your eyes. His hand slides down to your underwear and he starts to rub your clothed clit.

He slowly pulls away from the kiss, flipping you over onto your back so that he's on top of you.

"Gonna be good for me?" Jugram dips his head down next to your ear, whispering and you nod your head, holding back a whimper.

His voice is so hot, especially when he's whispering in your ear. You can feel his breath on your ear as he nibbles on your earlobe. You arch your back, pressing yourself into him.

Jugram hums with content, wasting no time in getting rid of the pretty lingerie you had on. It's now thrown across the room.

"Go ahead and get on your knees for me," Jugram demands, sitting back and giving you enough room.

You obey, getting on all fours and arching your back. Your bare ass is up in the air and Jugram discards of his boxers, his hard cock springing out, the tip red and raging.

Jugram postions himself behind you, on his knees with his hands on your hips.

"This pretty pussy is all mine," Jugram growls out, hand slapping your bare pussy and you whimper. He leaves his hand there, rubbing it against your folds for a minute before pulling away.

His hand slaps your ass and squeezes the fat flesh. You press your ass back into Jugram's body. You can feel his hard cock pressing into your ass and he lets out a tiny chuckle.

"So pathetic and needy for me, my little slut," Jugram spits out, reaching down and stroking his cock. He spreads the pre-cum out along his length before lining it up with your entrance.

You cry out as Jugram fully shoves his cock inside of your hole fully, no warning.

"J-Jugram!" you whine out, your pussy stretching out in a painful, pleasing way.

"You're enjoying so much, aren't you?" Jugram chimes out, thrusting his hips against your ass. He drives his cock deep inside of you, hitting your precious bundle of nerves.

You grip onto the sheets and respond with a filthy moan, your back arching even more.

Jugram pounds into you from behind, balls slapping against your bare ass. Gasps, moans, and whimpers leaving your mouth as he drags his thick, veiny cock along the walls of your cunt.

Your pussy sucks him in and he clenches his jaw, trying to hold himself together. Thick cock sliding against your g-spot each time he pulls his hips back and snaps into you.

"Oh my god, Jugram. Please, slow down," you beg him, clenching around him.

"Shut up and take it," Jugram groans out, feeling your walls hug around his cock and squeeze it. He grabs onto your head and pushes it down into the pillow.

Your body folds as Jugram presses his chest down on your back, panting heavily. Your shaking and whimpering underneath him, ready to come undone.

"Jugram, please!" you moan out. A white ring of cum forms around the base of Jugram's cock as lewd sounds of his skin slapping against yours fill the room.

"Gonna cum for me, you slut?" Jugram asks through gritted teeth and you bob your head.

"Yes," your voice is muffled by the pillow. He feels your pussy flutter and your cum gushes out onto his cock. Jugram's eyes roll into the back of his head as he continues to pound into you from behind.

Driving his cock deep inside of you, the head hitting that gummy spot inside of you makes the knot in your stomach break. You moan loudly as your cum gushes out, painting Jugram's cock.

The action of you just cumming on his cock makes him to want to come undone as well.

He runs his hand down your spine to your head and grabs onto your hair, tugging on it. You whimper from his action as he hips drives into your ass.

Jugram drops his head, eyes squeezing shut and he groans loudly. He grits his teeth, his cock twitching inside of you and releasing thick, hot ropes of cum inside of you.

His cum paints the inside of your walls and start to ooze out from your stuffed hole. His weight presses you down into the bed and he collapses on top of you, panting heavily into your ear.

Jugram props one arm up, making sure not to crush you. "My good little slut," Jugram whispers into your ear, hand grazing over the side of your stomach.

His lingering touch and voice dripping with lust makes you squeeze your thighs together.

[my-my-my]

I've never done this before but I'm planning a mini-kinktober! It's something I've wanted to try writing for.

I have some ideas/characters for some prompts, but if there's a character you want to see me write for, by all means request away! There are characters I do not write for, so I will let you know if that’s the case. These will be with a female reader, unless otherwise specified. Depending on how October goes, they'll either be mini fics, headcanons, or the typical length of fics you see from me.

Hate fucking/Degradation - Sousuke Aizen

Phone sex - Post-TYBW/Adult Ichigo Kurosaki

Grooming - Shunsui Kyoraku

Restraints - Bazz B

Somnophilia - Sousuke Aizen

Corset - Post-TYBW/Adult Uryuu Ishida

Ritual - Jushiro Ukitake

Humiliation - Kisuke Urahara

Voyeurism - Sousuke Aizen

Face Sitting - Shunsui Kyoraku

Masturbation - Jugram Haschwalth

Aphrodisiacs - Mayuri Kurotsuchi

Fucking Machine - Akon

Orgasm Denial + age gap - Ryuken Ishida

Overstimulation - Askin Nakk Le Vaar

This isn't a lot, but if there are characters you want to see (either from JJK or Bleach), please let me know! I will operate on a first-come-first-serve basis :).

Thank you!

Update (09/29): slots have been filled! Thank you everyone for your support!! I've temporarily closed my requests so I can focus on Kinktober.

Here is my master list/writing tag and AO3 if you'd like to read my previous work.

[weakheroo]

Yhwach and Jugram yandere headcanons . ̬ 𝓸𝓯.ㅤ★ܠ𝟬𝟮⃝▒

Yhwach

Very possessive. If anyone ever got too comfortable with you, they're suddenly gone the next day whaatt xd. He'd want to be the only one you talk to and would most likely try to isolate you.

One time you were reading a book in the palaces library when a, lets say, brave soul decided to sit pretty close to you striking a conversation about the book you were currently reading. And when he got closer that your sides touched, as if on cue Yhwachs spiritual pressure was felt and suddenly the quincy next to you was decapitated, blood splashing everywhere, on your clothes too. "My apologies darling..." he lightly smiled, you weren't sure if it was directed at you or the body. "I'll have some servants clean you up...I'll also have to make a private library for you hm?...so no one will bother you." He said the last part darkly before exiting.

He's overall sweet and tries not to scare you, but won't hesitate to punish you if you're being bratty, for exp only allowing you to dry hump him until you learn your lesson or not letting you cum until he says so. Loves to let others know you're his so he'll always leave something characteristic of his on you, like his reishi lingering on you, his cloak wrapped around you. Very controlling and demanding.

Jugram

Has a death stare battle with anyone that looks your way guess who wins. At first he was cold and only wanted to keep you in his room and he honestly had no idea with what to do with you, but he felt the need to keep you close to him forever, so when you first showed him affection, he got more addicted than he already was and started being softer. Unlike Yhwach he doesn't realize he's a "yandere".

Very overprotective and would be at most rest if you only stayed locked up in his chambers. Doesn't wanna lose you and would deem killing someone "necessary" for your protection. Often catches himself staring at you from a distance. If y'all ever argued he'd be the one giving you the silent treatment with that cold demeanor, he'd also be veryy passive aggressive. yes he's petty like that.

Is pretty gentle during love making though. He prides himself in being the only to see you like that. After he cleans you up and give you some cuddles he'd tell you to rest in his bed and practically lock you up in his room so you don't even have a choice to leave girl atp you live in his room.

Requested by: @stuckinhell2 ˚₊✯͡ 🜚 *·.

[aizenswhore]

New bleach post on my main account❤️

hello, may I request bleach male characters reaction to F! reader breaking up with them in a modern au?

You break up with them.

Starring: Kyoraku Shunsui x f!reader; Jugram Haschwalth x f!reader; Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; mention to Jushiro Ukitake, Ulquiorra Cifer, Yoruichi Shihoin and Sosuke Aizen;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: sfw, angst, modern au, breaking-up, alcohol consumption, toxic relationship, self-deprecating behavior, mental struggle, anxiety, psychological abuse, inferiority complex, suggestive themes, mutual pining, power imbalance, family problems, trust issues, infedelity, violence, gore;

Plot: Once upon a time, you were happy by their side. Things changed, though. Their flaws, their behaviors hurt you to the point of no return. You left them, they are now coping with the absence of the only woman they had ever claimed to love, whilst you try to build yourself up again.

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Kyoraku Shunsui.

Lumpish, unsteady steps approched your bedroom. He probably figured you were already asleep. After all, it was three in the morning. However, you were wide-awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, a luggage at your feet and a livid expression plastered over your face. You had spared him the fatigue of moving cautiously in the room not to startle you. The last act of magnanimity you had ultimately decided to grant him.

“What are you doing awake, sweetheart?” Shunsui slurred, a frown on his face, droopy eyes boring into yours as he sauntered towards you confidently.

You scoffed, even jumping on your feet to catch him in your arms, when he tripped over the carpet. He was blind drunk, the stench of saké wafting over your face making your skin crawl and your heart shatter in your chest. It was already broken, for what could matter, hence your decision to leave. On the other hand, you cared way too much about him.

Shunsui sighed, slumping down onto the bed, weary from the lack of sleep and hours spent chugging down enough alcohol to slip you, or anyone else, into an ethylic coma. Dark circles under his eyes, disheveled hair and a feminine perfume that was not yours had given him away that night, like the privious ones. This relationship was toxic and you were not going to spend the best years of your youth attempting to save the life of a lothario who had a tendency of loving self-destruction activities.

“I’m leaving, Shunsui. We’re done. I can’t do this anymore” you simply explained, watching him sulk, obviously expecting you to give up on him, sooner or later.

“Is there anything I can do to make you stay?”.

You felt tears prickle at your eyes, jaw clenching as you shook your head and picked up your trolley. You were devastated.

“Don’t make it harder than it already is. — you admonished him, swallowing the lump in your throat as he stood up and tried to reach for your hand, but you stepped away — No, Shunsui. I tried really hard to show you how much I cared about you, about us. All you did was choosing bottles of liquors over me”.

“Honey, wait, I care about you, let’s go to sleep. We can talk about it tomorrow—” he rambled, his grey eyes shimmering in the dimly illuminated bedroom. They always seemed sincere, even his tone was softer and somehow more serious than it usually was. Yet, you knew better than falling for his sugarcoated promises to work on himself.

“There’s no tomorrow for us. We’ve been there before, Shunsui. I’m tired of being the only one invested into this relationship! It’s one-sided and, frankly, I don’t deserve it” you declared, watching him slick back one of his unruly cowlick constantly tickling his nose. You were going to miss him, of course you were.

No one fell out of love in one single night. Naturally, you were not an exception. You could not stop the tears rolling down your cheeks, not even a sob escaping your quivering lips, but you could run away to save your heart from being buried underneath a pile of ashes and dust, shambles of the wildfire consuming what remained of your love. Shunsui knew he had lost you. He fell onto his knees the moment you turned your back at him and walked out the room. He was in no condition to chase after you, not right now. He cussed and fell onto his knees, hands planted onto the carpet, fisting the fabric in his huge hands out of frustration and despair. It was all his fault and he knew you were right.

The sound of the front door slamming close made his heart sink into his chest as he punched the floor in anger. He was worried sick about you. Disappearing from his life in the dead of the night, alone, in a city as big as that. He felt miserable. He wanted you back. He wanted you safe in his arms, not alone at the bus station looking for a place to spend the night at.

You were right to leave him. He had no right to stop you. Shunsui knew he did not deserve you. But he could try to change and, hopefully, win you back. The last thing he did before laying down onto the floor was sending a message to you.

“Please, send me a text, when you’re somewhere safe”.

Obviously, you did not text him back, but your mutual friend Jushiro did. At least, Shunsui thought, you were in good hands. Better than his ones, undoubtedly.

Haschwalth Jugram.

It happened after the umpteenth dinner at the Royal Palace. Your relationship with him was balanced. He treated you with so much care, stared at you from across the rooms in adoration and reverence, gave you more than you could have ever asked for. The real problem was who he was: a Prince, the scion of a Royal family that had never truly accepted you and the class you came from.

His father’s glacial stare spoke volumes, it made you feel so out of place you often ended up having panic attacks during balls and dinners. The spotlight was perpetually on you. Snippy remarks from his mother and the uptight members of the upper class hanging around the royal family poisoned you to no end. Restless nights and a sudden incapacity to concentrate on easy tasks, such as walking down aisles alone, or dancing with your beloved boyfriend under their attentive eyes, were the results of their ferocious tongues.

The worst part of it was that you had no one to talk to about the stressful situation you were experiencing. You had been forced to move to the castle with your boyfriend, determining your connections outside to keep their distance from you. Your old flat had been abandoned along with your ordinary life. Nights out in a pub with your friends had become a taboo and even the necessary visits to your parents had been drastically reduced to mere lunches with bodyguards roaming through their house.

Talking to Haschwalth about your uneasiness and discomfort had led to arguments between the two of you and you had not failed to notice how his mother seemed uncharacteristically gregarious the day after your altercations with her son. Maids talked a lot, unfortunately. However, you were not going to tolerate this situation any longer. Collecting your clothes and belonging into a bag, you had asked Haschwalth to meet you at the train stations after escaping the bodyguards watch, while shopping at the mall.

When he found you, alone, piercing blue eyes pinning you on the spot, he realized it was the end of the road for you two. You were distraught, hands wiping away the tears from your face, whilst you attempted to talk.

“I love you. I really do. But that’s not the life I expected to live with you. It’s never the two of us. They hate me, Haschwalth” you started, your boyfriend jaw clenching.

“I am expected to become the King of this Country. If you expect me to turn my back at my family, you are clearly mistaken” he replied lowly, twisting the blade in your heart already making you bleed out before his magnificent eyes.

You shook your head “That’s why I have to leave, Haschwalth. I don’t want you to give up on the throne, or go against your family. I just… I needed you to stand by my side, when they denigrated me publicly” you punctuated, but even this was not enough to make him flinch.

They had taught him how to suppress his emotions well. Stolid, impassive, detached from sentimental matters. Maybe way too much for him to build a strong, intimate connection in a healthy relationship.

He did not look away, instead he took a single step closer to you “You do underatand that’s not affordable for the future heir of the throne . It’s something beyond my willpower. — he replied, voice firm and devoid of any affection he had usually opted for in your regards — I would never ask you to disrepect your parents, if their antics offended you. Insofar as possible, I’ll make sure you can rely on me. Don’t make a scene”.

“No, Haschwalth. I refuse to be mistreated by the band of lackeys your mother surrounds herself with and pretend everything’s fine! — you blurted out, drawing the attentions of some people waiting for their train on the platform — I should have known I meant less than a noble title” you choked out, right before turning around and heading straight to the coach assigned to you.

His eyes follewed you, a turmoil of contrasting feeling making their ways in his mind. This was far from the life he wanted to share with you. Only when he saw the train departing, he realized he had lost you forever and how much emtional damage his parents had inflicted to him. He felt kind of dehumanized, an empty shell even in private matters.

Your absence affected him more than you could have ever imagined. He watched you from afar for months, making sure you were fine without him and you were. It hurt him immensely and, even though he wanted to contact you, he did not. You needed space and time and it was probably for the better. He had watched your lovable smile fade from your face through the time you had spent at the Royal Palace. Now, watching you eat a pizza with your friends, he witnessed to you blossoming again into the radiant girl he had met a long time ago.

Maybe, one day, if you still wanted him, he would have come knocking at your door again, offering his heart to you on a silver tray.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

From the moment you had seen him getting off of his motorbike outside a bar, black leather jacket and cheeky grin modeling the wondrous eyes of the girls sipping on their drink into glossy hearts, hoping vainly for him to choose them. The wise ones turned their heads away from him, reminding themselves of who he was, where he came from and what kind of player he was. You had tried to do the same, but you were a little more adventorous and naive back then.

He bought you a drink, rizzed you up and you decided to stay by his side for more than a one-night stand. Boy, how delighted you were to find out he actually had decided to stop collecting broken hearts anywhere he went. You dated for a while, then you settled down and your life turned upside down. You met his friends, learned a little more about the place he came from and you had the confirmation he was part of a gang called ‘The Espada’.

You thought you could handle the situation. You even stitched up his friends for free, when they dropped by your houses wounded, collecting scars from the violenta fights with cops, or members of other gangs. It took a while to realize Grimmjow did not want to change his lifestyle. According to him, he already had made a lot of progresses since you two had become a couple. You would have been a liar not to agree with him on that: after all, he had even dressed up in a nice clean white shirt and attended a dinner with your parents. He behaved that night, you felt on cloud nine.

But things changed abruptly a couole of weeks later.

He began to come home later than usual, battered, nervous. The news a new gang was emerging and had declared war to ‘The Espada’ began to spread.

It was your best friend’s birthday and Grimmjow had been invited too. He was busy patrolling a zone, hence he had let you know he would have met up with you later. When hours began to pass and most of the guests had left the party, you sensed something had gone wrong. You hopped into your car, driving to what you had grown to learn was his gang’s den. Of course they tried to keep you out of the situation, but how could you not fight your way inside, when you heard someone screaming at the top of his lungs. The scene welcoming you into that barrelhouse made your stomach churn. A man, battered, tethered like an animal to a chair. His face was a bloody mess, but so was your boyfriend’s one.

When your eyes met, he cussed and punched that man one last time before marching towards you. For the first time ever you feared he was going to harm you too and, when his hand gripped your forearm with far less grace than you expected, you began to wriggle in terror.

“Let me go! Grimmjow, hands off, now!” you squealed, your protests falling to deaf ears as he led you out of the pub.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”.

“Is that even important?! Look at yourself, Grimmjow! That’s blood! There’s blood on your clothes, on your face! What the Hell was that?” you questioned him, hands trying to reach for his face to check on him for any injuries.

He groaned and turned his head to the side scornfully “It’s not mine, alright? Mind your damn business, princess. That’s not place for you. What is it, don’t you like this anymore?”.

His words blinded you, the sound of your hand colliding against his cheek made you flinch as well. You had hit him. You really had. Despite that, the one sobbing before his eyes were you. He sighed, glaring down at your smaller frame like a caged animal. He was restraining himself.

You took a step back, swallowing thickly “I can’t stand there and watch you ruin your life and… And kill people” you stated then, hands shaking.

Grimmjow shoved his hands into his pockets, eyeing you contemptuously “I was like that before I met you, sweet cheeks. — he gruffly said — If you want to stick around, suck it up. Otherwise, go hook up with a Prince. One of those fuckers whose hands smell like money, not of gasoline and blood”.

The world seemed to shake under your feet, your hand clasped over your mouth as you realized how stupid you had been to fall for him. To believe he could actually change. He was toxic for you. He was a monster. This was not your boyfriend.

“Fuck you” you muttered, jogging towards your car with a blurry vision and stomach cramps. You drove away into the night, miraculously making it back home safe and sound. Clueless that Grimmjow had sent Ulquiorra after you to make sure you were fine.

Deep down he knew he had screwed up and, every single time he drove by your house, he remembered all those summer evenings spent on your rooftop with your fingers running through his soft blue hair and how much loved he had felt for the first time ever in his life. It was not just sex. It was not just about the way he fucked you. You were not a random girl. He loved you.

Urahara Kisuke.

A brilliant, laidback engineer who had easily whisked you off to live a colourful life travelling the world by his side. It was easy loving Kisuke Urahara. He never missed a chance to make you laugh and tell you to pack your things for your next tropical destination for a project he was working on. He was also a party person, very popular among important people and, unfortunately, with the ladies.

Kisuke would have never broken your heart. This was what he had promised you so many times, espacially while you were tangled into the bedsheets of your bedroom. Panting, sweating, he swore to love you through breathy groans. You believed him, of course you did. Maybe, you should have kept an eye on him and his best friend, the eclectic artist Yoruichi Shihoin. Maybe you should have not let her hang around with you so often. Still, you did not like being controlling. You had no apparent reason to be resentful to her, or to put a leash on your boyfriend.

Staring in horror at the two of them, naked, into the bed where Kisuke had told you so many times you were the only woman he loved, felt like someone had kicked you in your guts. They had played you like a complete idiot. It pained you to find out your boyfriend’s rival was right. He had tried to warn you about Kisuke’s habit of enchanting people with words and hide his second nature masterly.

“I can explain!” Kisuke breathed out, reaching for his sweatpants in a hurry to chase after you.

Yoruichi, on the other hand, sat comfortably on your side of the bed. Her topaz yellow eyes bored into yours, a mocking grin gracing her lips. She could keep him, for all you cared. A man who cheated would have done it again and again.

You scoffed and stormed out of the bedroom hastily “I don’t need a goddamn oculist, Kisuke. Go to Hell” you snapped, hellbent to leave that house as soon as possible.

He ran after you, quick to block your path “Baby, please, I know I fucked up. I’m sorry, I’m terribly sorry! Just… Just let me explain” he pleaded you, vulnerability in his eyes almost making you faltering. But it was enough. You were fed up. He had cheated on you, you had wasted opportunities and chances to support him in his work. All for what?

Where did it get you? To be disrespected in your own house, under your nose.

“No, thank you, I don’t want to hear another word coming out of your mouth. Congrats for having reduced out relationship to a huge pile of shit. That’s the best construction you’ve ever made” you spitefully hissed at his face, your throat constricting with wach hateful word leaving your mouth as you pushed past him and ran off to your car.

Kisuke fell onto his knees, hands fisting his sandy hair, while he realized what he had done. He felt lost without you. Yoruichi made her getaway almost immediately, leaving him alone and with a shattered heart in his chest. The bitter taste of your break-up indulged on his tongue for a long time, culminating in terrible phase of regrets when he saw you walking by Sosuke Aizen’s side. A gleeful smile on your lips, you let that bastard loop his arm around your waist.

You seemed happy. You truly were. The problem was you were happy without him. This was something he could have never done something about.

Kisuke knew he had lost you forever.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! Angst, yes, a lot of angst. If any of the above shit happen to you, RUN FROM THAT MAN. Those are not red flags, those are RED BLANKETS. Love you all! Let me know what you think about this!

As per usual, likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Love,

Luce