#jugram headcanons

[weakheroo]

What would Yhwach's and Jugram's reaction be if their s/o randomly burried her face in their chest like that one meme

I burst out laughing reading this request, I love it.

Yhwach

He'd raise an eyebrow at first but then sigh and wrap his arms around you knowing this is just one of your shenanigans give him a break Then he'd ask if you were okay or if you had a bad day just to make sure, although your muffled giggles said otherwise. Idk but I feel like he'd do something like suffocate you against his chest for pay back and when you whine he'd release you and chuckle if your hair got messed up or something Xd

Jugram

I mean the way you buried your face and snuggled in his chest was pretty funny so his cool demeanor cracked a little and he'd try not to laugh. He'd ask you what you were doing in the most serious voice he could possibly put on at the moment and when you reply with feigned innocence, he'd just lightly drape his arms around you and tell you that you need to behave more often.

[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.

[satsugacafe]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐭 𝐁𝐞 | (𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Ishida Ryuken, Urahara Kisuke, Kyoraku Shunsui, Jugram Haschwalth, Kuchiki Byakuya

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: female reader (AFAB), fingering, spanking, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, dirty talking, manhandling, edging (squint), brat taming, top!reader and sub!reader (cuz you know, reader teasing before control is taken away)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: You learn that it’s not nice to tease your lover.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

➳❥ Ishida Ryuken

The soft hum of the air conditioner thrumming in the background while Ryuken scribbled away at his reports was all that filled his office. His office was as spotless as his reputation. You, on the other hand, were much more content with eradicating the annoying sound and filling the room with something more…indulgent.

Positioning yourself just out of his line of sight, you casually leaned against the desk, admiring the way his nimble fingers gripped his pen, or how he would adjust his glasses ever so often, followed by a lick of his lips. Your blouse, deliberately unbuttoned a little too low and revealing at the top, displayed an ample amount of your cleavage which peaked even more with your movements. As for your skirt, well, it wasn’t any better than the blouse—short enough to flirt with propriety, and tight enough to cling to your curves like a second skin.

“You’re working so hard Ryuken,” you teased lightly as you shifted your weight to ensure your skirt strained against your hips and thighs while your fingers idly traced along the polished edge of this desk. “Don’t you ever take a break?”

His pen paused mid-stroke, though he didn’t immediately lift his gaze. Slowly, his deep blue eyes flicked briefly over you before returning to his paper, the muscle in his jaw tightening from the mere glance at you. “Please don’t test my patience,” he muttered, stiffly, too stiff to be stern. In his brief glance, you took in the way his eyes fell upon the swell of your breasts and felt heated.

Leaning closer, your arm snaked around his shoulders, the position allowed for your breasts to almost brush against his arm as you pushed your chest forward. “I’m just trying to help,” you purred and tilted your head to meet his eyes. “Don’t you agree with a little distraction being good for productivity?”

Ryuken’s hand stilled completely as his breathing increased under your touch. Leaning in further, you placed your hand over his, your fingers idly tracing the veins as you licked your lips and leaned into his face. “Don’t overwork yourself to death Ryuken, I’m here to help, remember?” you whispered inches from his lips, ghosting the corner with a phantom touch.

His gaze finally locked onto yours, sending a shiver down your spine. Before you knew it, he stood abruptly, kicking the chair away and reaching out to grab you by your arm. In an instant, you were pressed against his desk—sandwiched—feeling his erection against your ass. “You think this is a game?” he whispered coldly, though his actions betrayed as his hands gripped your hips firmly, grounding them into his crotch. “You’ve been pushing me all day, not having a single idea of what you’re asking for.”

Before you reply with a smart-ass remark, you felt his hands snake under your skirt and pushed your panty aside to ran two fingers through your folds. Your words were swallowed at the back of your throat, and in place was a loud relieving moan. The way his fingers toyed with your clit, rubbing and pinching the delicate nub has you vibrating in his hold, unfortunately, he wasn’t allowing you to control the pace. His other hand gripping your hip halted your movements as he dragged his fingers down to your slit and pushed them in, wasting no time finding your sweet spot.

The whimpers that left your throat matched the sloppy sounds of his fingers dragging through your pussy. Loud, wet and obscene.

“Look at you. Wanting my attention so badly,” he darkly laughed as his hands moved from your hip to grip the back of your neck and pull you upwards to meet his chest. His lips grazed the shell of your ear as he kissed your lobe, running them lower to meet the junction of your neck. The combination of his lips and fingers—those sinfully, articulate fingers that massaged every spot perfectly—on your skin left you a gasping mess.

You weren’t sure whether to keep your eyes open, roll them, or have them shut. His digits were sliding deliciously in and out your pussy causing you to clench around them, sucking them back in. “Look at you, so eager,” he groaned into your neck, enjoying the warmth and tightness. “You want more don’t you?”

You nodded because speaking wasn’t a function available to you any longer. Yet at the same time, Ryuken, crooked his fingers against your sweet spot, purposefully rubbing the tips on the area, leaving you gasping for breath. Your fingers were gripping the edge of his desk tightly while you instinctively rocked your hips for more. The pressure was building, and you could feel and hear it coming—the increase in your juices flowing was evident. His hand was coated in your arousal as it flowed from your pussy like you had a leaking tap.

“Ryu…ken, pl–…ease, fuck, yes!” You weren’t even sure what you were asking for in the heat of the moment.

Arching your back and crying out his name in syllables, his lips feverishly worked along your neck, kissing and taunting you further until you could take it no longer. Unable to control yourself, with a wicked crook of his fingers, you shrieked and came all over his hand. However, his fingers continued to move through the tightness of your walls around him, groaning at the sensation as he pushed them deeper. Your body trembled as you reached behind to hold onto him for support, but Ryuken was faster. Just as you came, he pulled out with a loud squelch, spun you around and sat you on his desk.

The sound of his belt unbuckling snapped you out of your haze as you looked over at him unzipping his trousers. His cock sprang free—thick, long and curved, just the way you remembered. At the sight, your pussy clenched and a fresh flow of arousal oozed you. “Ryuken?”

“Did you think I was going to let you off with that alone?” he muttered as he stepped forward and pried your legs apart, pulling you to the edge so your legs could easily wrap around his waist. “You’ve been teasing me all day—there’s no such thing as letting you off the hook with one round.”

➳❥ Jugram Haschwalth

“So serious, as always,” you purred, tilting your head to study his face. His sharp jawline, perfect golden hair, and piercing blue eyes made him appear as if sculpted by divine hands. Yet his cold demeanour gave the impression he was untouchable, unmoveable. “Do you ever take a break from being the right-hand man, Jugram? Or is being the Grandmaster your entire personality?”

His fingers still for a moment—reading the letter was placed on pause—before his gaze flickered to you, and then back at the letter. “I do not recall giving you permission to address me by my first name,” he replied calmly—almost detached.

“Oh, so formal.” You smirked, slithering yourself closer to where he stood against the bookshelf in his study. “Maybe that’s the problem, Jugram. You’re always so stiff. So uptight.” You leaned forward once you were close enough to bridge the gap and allow your body to brush against him. “Don’t you ever want to let loose? Relax? Or is that against Quincy regulations too?”

His hand tightened imperceptibly on the letter, his knuckles whitening. Still, he didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, his eyes remained firmly on the paper in front of him, though the tension in his shoulders betrayed him. Deciding to push him further, emboldened by his silence, you stepped even closer and placed your hand on his wrist. “I bet even your soldiers wonder. Does the Grandmaster ever let anyone close? Or are you just as cold in…other areas?”

Unable to recognise the speed of his following movements, you found yourself pinned between him and the bookshelf. Both hands were placed beside your head as he inched his face closer to yours. His jaw clenched, the tension radiating from him was intense, as his breathing sounded strained. “Careful,” he lowly warned.

“Or what?” you pushed, leaning even closer, your lips hovering near his, and yet he made no move to pull away. “What’s the worst you’ll do? Scold me? Deduct my non-existent points from the Quincy honour roll?”

For a moment, the room seemed to freeze. His movements were fluid while he held onto the last of his restraints, and stepped closer, the plane of his chest just an inch away from pressing against your chest and immobilising you completely. His towering form loomed over you, his cold eyes burning with an intensity you hadn’t seen before. “Do you think I haven’t noticed and understood what you’ve been doing all day?”

“And here I thought you were too busy paying attention to your reports,” you quipped with a grin. As the words left your lips, his right hand slid down to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes and maintain eye contact. Your breathing hitched the moment his hand came in contact with your skin. Firm and commanding like its owner, and yet, despite his icy aura, it sparked a heat.

From your chin, his hand gripped the nape of your neck instead, tilting your head upwards. Brushing his lips against yours, you felt your knees buckle under you—thankful for the arm that snaked around your waist. “I believe our situation is quite unfair at this moment,” he whispered darkly against your lips before dipping his head to run his lips along your jaw to meet your ear. “Shall I fix it?”

You felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation as he pulled away from your body, guiding you to bend over the back of the sofa. There was a faint click of his tongue, sounding rather disappointing, as he bunched the hem of your dress around your waist and saw how you lacked underwear. The sight of your folds all wet and pluff was enough for him to lose a fraction of composure and remove his trench coat, followed by his belt and trousers.

“Look at you, frolicking about with no panties,” he growled into your ear as he pulled you into an arch. His hand came down to slap your ass before he rubbed the area and landed another on the other cheek. With ease, his fingers made contact with your pussy, prompting you to curl your fingers into the plush of the sofa.

He wasn’t gentle as they plunged into your heat, releasing loud squelching sounds as he pushed his digits deeper. “And you expect me to just give you what you seek when you parade around like this?” he muttered rather disappointingly. His cock brushed against your thigh and your pussy quivered, more juices trickled down, something his eyes didn’t miss, making him scoff.

“Look at you,” he continued, “dripped all over and desperate for my touch. Is this all for me?” Swallowing hard to reply, your words were cut off by a loud smack to your ass.

“…Yes,” you choked out as his fingers retracted.

Lining himself to your entrance, one hand on your waist, the other guiding his cock inside, you both moaned in bliss at the sensation of him being sheathed. Unlike most sessions, he would take his time to slide in, however this time, he buried himself to the hilt and gave you no time to adjust to the rhythm of his thrusts as he started his pace. From moaning in bliss, you were whimpering and squealing at the fast and hard pace he set, his hand preventing you from squirming too much.

Leaning down to press his chest against your back, his lips found your ear. “Why are you running? I don’t recall running away when you had your fun,” he stated in between his grunts, pausing to suck his lower lips between his teeth when you clenched around him. “Enjoy this as much as you did teasing me.”

And with that, he pulled you up to meet his thrusts. The loud sounds of his hips meeting your ass as he drove himself deeper, moulding your insides to fit him perfectly as they always did. For every brush of his tip against your sweet spot, you clenched around him and oozed more arousal—the slick sound created by his cock sliding in and out fuelled him to move faster.  

“You wanted my attention,” he groaned with a low growl. “Now that you have it, let’s see how well you can handle it.”

➳❥ Urahara Kisuke

The air in Urahara’s shop was humid and filled with the scent of sex as he leaned against his workbench, hat tilted downwards to partially obscure his face, but not to hide the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His shirt hung open, loose and wrinkled, baring his chest and midsection to the faint glow of the shop’s overhead lights. His breath hitched, a low vibration in his throat as your lips brushed along the base of his cock, teasing the sensitive skin with the barest hint of suction.

“You’re enjoying this far too much, love,” he murmured in amusement with a hint of a strain. You could sense his undeniable frustration, yet you chose to ignore it.

Glancing at him, your hand wrapped loosely around the base of his cock, fingers trailing agonisingly slow from the base to the tip while your lips followed, littering tiny kisses. His twitched in your grip, swallowing a groan when you lips reached the tip, and your tongue swirled the head. “What can I say? I enjoy seeing you squirm,” you chuckled with a grin before you tongue shifting to trace the underside of his head, just enough to make him groan and buck his hips forwards instinctively.

You watched as his hands twitched at his sides, gripping the edge of the bench as he forced himself to keep still. His self-control was impressive, considering the way you kept your touch deliberately featherlight, never giving him enough to push him over the edge. “Squirming am I?” he panted, though the faint tremor in his voice betrayed him.

You hummed in response and pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of his cock before pulling away entirely to sluggishly give him teasing strokes. His hips buck slightly, chasing the fleeting warmth of your mouth, but you held him firmly, pulling back enough to maintain control.

“Now, now,” he muttered playfully with an underlying warning. “I hope you realise what you’re getting yourself into.”

Feigning innocence, you raised your brow and tightened your grip, your thumb brushing over the sensitive slit at the head of his cock, earning you a delicious groan form him. “Oh? And what would that be?”

He chuckled, though it sounded strained, his knuckled whitening as he gripped the bench harder. “Pushing your luck, for starters.”  

“Oh please, Kisuke. You enjoying teasing, but can never take what you dish out,” you remarked and leaned forward to flick your tongue against him before you took him into your mouth, just enough to make his words falter. You felt his muscles tense under your palm, his cock throbbing against your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks and drew back slowly. But as he began to let out a groan signally his release nearing, you stopped, pulling back once more and gave him a sweet-eyed smile.

Instantly, his eyes snapped opened, and he tilted his head to look down at you, the faintest glimmer of mischief faded into a predatory look. “Alright then,” he softly said with a dangerous edge. “I did warn you.”

Before you could react, his hand shot out, gripping your hair and pulling your closer with a firm but not painful grip. The suddenness of it made your breath hitch, your hands reaching out to brace yourself against his thighs as he guided your mouth back to his cock. This time, there was no reason for teasing—his hips pressed forward as he pushed himself past your lips, filling your mouth and forcing your to take him deeper.

“Much better,” he murmured lowly with satisfaction as he held you there for a moment, his cock throbbing at the back of your throat. You wanted to smile at his frustration, laugh even, but when he fingers tightened in your hair to control your movements as he began to guide you up and down his length, the idea was cut. He was far from gentle.

The teasing was clearly over, and Kisuke made it abundantly clear who was in charge now. His other hand found your chin, tilting your head just slightly to adjust the angle, allowing him to slight even deeper. The sound of your muffled moans mixed with the obscenely wet noises of your mouth on him, filled the quiet room.

“Sound like a good girl when you’re not being a menace,” he breathed with a smirk, though his voice was strained, his usual playful tone now thick with lust. His hips rolled against your face, each thrust measured and precise, his cock hitting the back of your throat with every movement, producing a series of gurgles he seemed to enjoy.

You felt your eyes water as he held you in place, his thumb brushing against your cheek as if you sooth you. Despite his dominance, there was still tenderness in his touch, a gentle reminder that he was paying attention to every little reaction, ensuring you were comfortable as he pushed you to your limits.

“Ah, that’s it,” he groaned, his head tipping back and baring the delicious curve of his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he allowed himself to lose some of his composure. His breaths came in short, ragged gasps, his control slipping as he felt the heat coiling tighter and tighter in his core. “Just like that…don’t stop now.”

When he finally came, his cock throbbed against your tongue as he spilled into your mouth, his cum hot and salty as it coated your throat. He held you there for a moment, his chest heaving as he rode out the waves of his orgasm while his fingers loosening in your hair. As he pulled back, his cock slipping from your mouth, he let out a chuckle, his grin returning in full colour despite the faint blush on his cheeks. “Well,” he hummed, “you certainly know how to keep things…interesting.”

“That’s the perks of being with you, Kisuke.” You gave a sly smile and wiped the corners of your mouth before leaning upwards to kiss his cheeks.

➳❥ Kyoraku Shunsui

Shunsui lounged lazily on a cushion near the open shoji doors, his hat tilted back slightly to reveal the sharp edge of his jawline and the teasing glint in his eyes. Or, at least, it had been there earlier. Now, his expression was a mixture of irritation and desire, his jaw clenched just slightly as his gaze followed you like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

You stood a few feet away, leaning casually against the wooden frame of the door. The light fabric of your kimono was loose, slipping tantalisingly off one shoulder to reveal the soft curve of your collarbone. The neckline dipped just enough to give him a hint of cleavage—plump, inviting, and entirely intentional. Your lips curved into a sly smile as you caught him staring again.

“Shunsui,” you purred, your voice low and sultry. “You’ve been staring at me all day. Is something on your mind?”

His eyes narrowed slightly, though the corners of his lips twitched, betraying his amusement. “Now, now, don’t play coy with me. You know exactly what’s on my mind.”

“Oh, do I?” You tilted your head innocently, though your smile betrayed your intent. You took a step closer, your bare feet silent on the tatami. With each step, the hem of your kimono shifted, the fabric parting just enough to give him a glimpse of your thighs. His eyes followed the movement, darkening with each inch of exposed skin.

When you were close enough to touch, you knelt beside him, your movements slow and deliberate. His breath hitched as you leaned in, your lips so close to his ear that he could feel the warmth of your breath.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” you whispered, your voice dripping with sweetness. Your fingers brushed lightly against his arm, trailing up to his shoulder. “About your hands…your tongue on me. Deep in my pussy making me cum…”

His body tensed beneath your touch, his composure slipping as he turned his head slightly, his lips just shy of brushing yours.

“You’re cruel,” he murmured lowly and rough. “Saying things like that and then leaving me wanting.”

You chuckled softly, your hand sliding down his chest as you leaned even closer. Your lips barely grazed his, a phantom touch that left him chasing you as you pulled back. “Am I?”

Before he could respond, you were up again, moving across the room with a playful sway of your hips. The frustration etched across his face was delicious, and you revelled in the power you held over him.

It wasn’t until later in the evening when the sun had dipped below the horizon and the room was bathed in the soft glow of lanterns, that he finally snapped. You were standing by the table, pouring yourself a cup of sake, when you felt it—a sudden shift in the air, thick with intent. Before you could react, strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against a broad, firm chest.

“I believe I’ve had enough,” Shunsui growled into your ear, his voice low and dangerous.

You gasped, the cup slipping from your fingers and clattering to the table as he spun you around, his hands gripping your waist firmly but not painfully. His dark eyes bore into yours, the teasing glint from earlier replaced by a smouldering intensity that made your breath catch. “You’ve been tormenting me all day,” he said with a husky rasp. “Whispering all those filthy things, touching me, kissing me, only to dance away like some cruel little vixen. Do you enjoy driving me mad?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat as he lifted you off your feet, carrying you to the futon and laying you down with surprising gentleness given the intensity burning in his eyes. His hands moved to the tie of your kimono, pulling it loose with practised ease. The fabric fell open, exposing the soft curves of your body to his hungry gaze.

You shivered under his touch, your body arching into him as he leaned down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbone. His lips moved lower, teasing the sensitive skin of your breasts before capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. You gasped, your hands tangling in his hair as his tongue swirled over the sensitive peak.

“Shunsui,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He hummed against your skin, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through you as he continued his slow, torturous assault. His other hand moved lower, sliding between your thighs to tease your already aching core.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of awe and satisfaction. “Is this all from teasing me, or were you thinking about this too?”

“Both,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing as his fingers found your clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make your hips buck.

He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “Good. Now let me hear just how good I make you feel, sweetheart.”

Without warning, he slid a finger inside you, curling it just right to make you cry out. He watched your reaction with darkened eyes, clearly enjoying the way you writhed beneath him. As his fingers slid inside, enjoying the way your gummy walls clamped down and sucking them back in, he brushed the tips against your sweet spot, earning a series of gasps. Your fingers scrambled to find purchase onto his shoulders, digging into the planes of his back and not caring that you were ruining his kimono.

Twisting and crooking them with vigour, your body trembled as you felt the fire building and your walls clenching around him. Your voice grew raspy as you clung to him, hips moving in sync with his rhythm to draw out your orgasm faster. The combination of his mouth on your breasts, switching sides as he swirled the hardened peaks between his lips and giving the occasional nips, alongside his thick digits rubbing your spot tipped you over the edge.

“Are you going to apologise, sweetness?” he whispered against your skin, pulling away from your breast to give a chaste kiss to your lips. “Or do I have to make you to beg to cum?”

“S-Shunsui…” you whined when his fingers slowed.

“Yes, sweetheart?” he urged sweetly and playfully, compared to the wickedness his fingers were performing below. “Are you sorry for teasing me without remorse?”

Unable to respond, you wrapped your hands around his neck and drew him in for a kiss, loving the gentle hum resonating in his chest as it escalated. Nevertheless, the torturous pace of his fingers remained. Even with the addition of his thumb circling your clit, causing your hips to stutter, he still didn’t give you want you sought, preferring to enjoy the needy whines and pleas.

“Shunsui, please…please let me cum.”

Breaking the kiss to meet your eyes, watching the way your brows cutely furrowed and your lips quivered, he grinned and pecked your lips once more. “I like it when you beg—it makes it harder to resist, especially when you look so cute,” he grinned against your lips. “But I still want to feel how sorry you are. So, let’s see how many times you can show me tonight.”

➳❥ Kuchiki Byakuya

You knew that testing his patience was the most dangerous thing you could do, yet here you were, doing the very same thing. He was reclined against the pillows, his dark hair sprawled out around him, giving him an angelic appearance while his facial expression was the opposite. Those piercing grey eyes watched you with precision as you straddled him, his hands resting at his sides, fingers twitching every now and then with the effort of restraining himself. You moved aching slowly on his cock at a pace that could only be described as torturous.

The soft, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out your pussy and your ass meeting his thighs lightly reverberated across the room. However, as much as you were enjoying the moment, tossing your head back and pressing your hands against his chest for support, he wasn’t accepting your performance. It wasn’t deserving of a standing ovation.

“Must you always test my limits?” he murmured with a faint tinge of irritation slipping through. His brows were furrowed and his lips pressed in a thin line as his eyes flickered from your face to where you two were connected. “You are aware that you are testing my discipline in ways that border on cruelty.”

A mischievous smirk played on your lips as you rolled your hips gently, deliberately squeezing around him. “But you look so good when you’re barely holding it together,” you purred as you traced your fingers down his abs. “I just want to take my time. I think you can handle it, Captain Kuchiki.” Accentuating his title as you languidly rocked your hips, grinding against him at an excruciating pace, Byakuya’s jaw clenched. The only outward sign of his patience—he let out a long, slow breath, his lips thinning as if he were attempting to mediate through your torment.

His response was a low growl, his composure eventually cracking for the briefest moment. Finally, his hands moved, resting on your hips, his grip firm but not yet demanding. “You mistake my restraint for endless indulgence,” he said deceptively calm, though there was an unmistakable edge of warning beneath his words.

Ignoring the warning and leaning forward so that your breasts brushed against his chest as you kissed the corner of his mouth. “Maybe I just want to see how far I can push you,” you taunted.

The shift was sudden, as though a dam had broken. Byakuya’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he sat up in fluid motion, forcing you to squeal in surprise. Before you could fully process the change, he had flipped you onto your back, his movements smooth and efficient. “I tire of your games,” he warned and positioned himself above you.

Your smirk faltered, replaced by a gasp as he thrust into you without hesitation, the sudden vigour making your back arch off the futon. Your nails clung to his skin, raking down his back and leaving red marks in their wake. The soft sound of sweaty skin meeting changed into the loud pitter-patter of his cock sliding in and out your pussy at a faster rate. For every thrust, a fresh gush of your juices flowed out, soaking his entire cock and the futon underneath. A glance at the sight between you two prompted a deep hum in his chest.

“Do you still wish to ‘take your time’ with me?” he asked in a clipped tone dripping with condescension. His lips curled into a faint smirk as he watched your expression twist—jaw slack, eyes shut and pathetic whimpers escaping your lips. Your nails continued to rake across his back as you struggled to find purchase. Every thrust of his was punctuated with a silent warning to not test his patience.

“Y-you don’t have to—oh god—prove your point like this,” you stammered between breathless moans.

Byakuya arched an elegant brow, clearly unimpressed by your attempt to reason with him. “You seemed intent on drawing this out,” he muttered in satisfaction, his eyes displaying the same emotion. “Now, we shall do things my way.”

His hands gripped your thighs tighter and pulled them higher around his waist to deepen the angle, and the new position sent a jolt of pleasure through your body that left you stuttering his name. His cock was punishing your insides, brushing against your sweet spot with abandon want. You could feel how much your insides were stirring, his cock pushing deeper behind every thrust, making your toes curls. “Tell me, is this pace more to your liking?”

You couldn’t respond with words, your voice lost to the relentlessness of the waves of sensation coursing through your body. All you could do was cling to him, your body trembling as he continued his unyielding rhythm. The expert rolls off his hips as he paused momentarily to ground them against yours, causing his tip to press heavily against your sweet spot leaving you spasming. Your body shuddered as you clung to him desperately. The silent, sinful thrusts Byakuya delivered, each leaving your speech function incapacitated.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him down for a desperate kiss that he returned with equal fervour, his usual restraint giving way to something more primal. His lips moved against yours, hot and demanding as he pried more sounds from you, his hips never faltering.

“Byakyua, please—” you gasped when he pulled back, his name ringing out frantically, unsure of what you were asking for.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he quipped, displaying his rare touch of humour. His smirk widened, clearly satisfied with your incoherent whimpering as the room was filled with the sounds of skin meeting and your breathless, needy moans.

©satsugacafé 2024: no permission to repost, plagiarise, copy or translate my work onto any other platform or this one.

[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…

Taglist of amazing babes: @awas-posts @missfuriosa @theneighbourhoodferret @cyberdazetragedy @ariesbbytings @animesnowstorm @lenablack9919

[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

[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

[sahara-solaris-solace]

I’m having crossover thoughts of Supa Strikas X Bleach SternRitter people.

Like imagine if Jugram being assistant Coach and Manager of Hydra FC, being awarded as the most beautiful man in Super League every seasons and Liquido fights with North more when he found out North tried to send flowers to Jugram, with Riano and Don Aldo lining up to ask for a date.

North Shaw : Hey, blonde. Wanna ditch the pitch and blow some steam at the Island nearby?

Jugram : …….

Liquido : ‘Face red because it’s been a whole week since Jugram enter Hydra that he received flowers to the point the fans and commentators neglect the team’ Fuck this. Not you too!!!!

North Shaw: Back off, Liquido! I’m asking Jugram for a date here!!!

Shane and Skipper rolled their eyes as they folded their arms while back scanned the locker room to see the room filled with flowers for Jugram.

Bazz B : ‘Who happens to go to every match to ensure no one tries to date him.’ Sorry, guys. He’s taken.

[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

[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.

[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. :)

[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 ˚₊✯͡ 🜚 *·.

[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.

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𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 | (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 3)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Yhwach, Jugram Haschwalth, Askin Nakk Le Vaar, Bazz-B, Ishida Ryuken, Ishida Uryu

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Part 1 | Part 2

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 |

𑁍 Yhwach — Dominant and Assertive Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა The Quincy King is possessive of you to a high degree and would not hesitate to remove anyone who tries to approach you with any intentions (sort of yandere if you ask me). A hand around your waist or shoulder in public to make it clear—you’re the King’s. And look out for the kisses that scream ‘Mine!’

˚₊‧꒰ა You are the only person on this earth and in the afterlife who has some leeway to command or ask him for something without being judged on the spot or removed. And believe it or not, Yhwach will simply smile and respond with an “As you wish, my love/dear.”

˚₊‧꒰ა When it comes to being in his presence, you’re the only person who can have the King hovering around 25/8, and it’s not because he wants to have you around, but more wanting to have your undivided attention on him. Often pulling you away from councils to spend time, leaving Jugram to handle it.

˚₊‧꒰ა As the King, the majority, if not all, the noble houses follow his rule. So this invites gifts and the royal treatment. You would like a huge room that connects to a library and a garden? Bet. You wish for diamonds and pearls? Of course! Anything for you once he can display his wealth and power.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you’re a member of the Sternritters, he would prefer to have you assigned close to him at all times wherever he goes. This way, he can protect you from any harm and danger on the battlefield, showing off his grand strengths and feats (gotta make himself look good in your eyes as your protector). He will also assign personal escorts, like Jugram or one of the other Schutzstaffel to keep you safe at all times.

˚₊‧꒰ა In private, you would get to see his domineering aura slip away as he cradles your face, presses soft kisses to your forehead and drapes you in his cloak to keep you warm. His tone softens as you both talk about your future together or as he listens to rambling about some hobby or item you like—making mental notes.

˚₊‧꒰ა He isn’t a man of romantic words—always speaking about the future of the Quincy Empire—but when he does express his heart, which once again includes the empire, he reassures you that there can be no future for the empire if you aren’t at his side. You are his motivation and goal.

𑁍 Jugram Haschwalth — Overprotective Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s like a silent bodyguard HOVERING. He has eyes everywhere on you, and should you mention it, his response is always along the lines of, “It is my duty to protect and ensure your safety, my love. You must be safe at all times.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s a man who lives on acts of service and will go out of his way to do almost anything for you, whether it’s your favourite drinks or handling a task that gave you a hard time. He is silent about this, never one to speak about it since he believes actions speak louder than words.

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, we all know this man is stoic and all about propriety, however, you will get the small and meaningful moments when he cracks a genuine smile or holds your hands amidst the crowd. In private, the way he holds onto you as if he’s afraid of losing you brings out his softer side. Holding you close to his chest as he whispers about protecting you from the harshness of the world.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I noticed you were very close and friendly with that person.” Enough said to let you know that he was jealous. Did he need to eliminate someone who thought they had a chance? It was brewing under his skin, itching to claw its way out.

˚₊‧꒰ა But Jugram being Jugram, wouldn’t further elaborate on the statement but rather spend more time with you so you didn’t need to be around the other person. Anyone who believes they have a chance will be receiving a healthy dose of misfortune.

˚₊‧꒰ა Treats you like you’re made of glass. It can be annoying at times because he fears when you have to fight, always jumping in front of an attack to defend you and never letting you get a moment to act independently during a fight. Yet, it is also sentimental when it comes to affection—his touch is tender as though you would break.

˚₊‧꒰ა You once asked him to train you to fight and despite his silent demeanour, you could see the questions floating around his head. “Why? What for? I’m here to protect you, aren’t I? Am I not doing a good job? Did someone harm you?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Will lose his mind (silently) if you ever decide to wear something revealing. It’s worse when you walk around, flaunting how you look as other Sternritters ogle your body in the outfit. He’s ready to pop a vein, and you can feel his intense, cold stare. Bazz-B and Askin make sure to tease him, which earns them glares.

𑁍 Askin Nakk Le Vaar — Playful and Flirtatious Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა This man could never take things seriously and is always up for jokes and games. Very touchy. Always poking, pinching, biting and turning everything into a competition for the sake of laughter and seeing you both happy. Amidst the fun and games, it’s also the perfect opportunity to make himself extra flirty. “Oh, come on, you know you can’t resist my charm.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Eccentric. And you will have to endure his quirkiness which is mostly shown through the gifts he gives you and his sense of fashion. One day he comes in looking like a peacock and the other, a runway model. There’s no in-between with this man. At least you get to raid his extensive collection of shades.

˚₊‧꒰ა Askin is a cool as a cucumber and not interested in sweating over something that isn’t worth his time or effort. This behaviour extended into his approach when it comes to giving you support. He understands your goal is important to you, thus important to him, however, you shouldn’t pressure yourself and over-stress. Take it easy.

˚₊‧꒰ა Not so much the jealous type with his whole laidback personality but doesn’t appreciate when others overlook the boundaries of what should and shouldn’t be. Masks it behind sarcastic remarks and playful banter, it’s obviously clear that he doesn’t enjoy the other person’s proximity. “Who’s the new friend? Should I be jealous and ready to fight?”

˚₊‧꒰ა With all the laidback personality he possesses, he has his degree of protectiveness ready to use. He knows you’re strong and you can handle yourself, but at the same time, he wants to be your protector. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this. Just sit back and enjoy the show.” And then he proceeds to show off.

˚₊‧꒰ა With his unpredictable nature, you can expect to be randomly cheered up or surprised by him in the middle of doing literally anything. He’ll just slide into your room and mumble something about how he brought you a snack, or ‘Let’s go somewhere, I found a cool place.’

˚₊‧꒰ა The best person you have to compliment you. They roll off his tongue like silk, always making you feel pretty and boosting your confidence, even during the most random times. It could be in the middle of a conversation about something he did as a kid, and he’ll stop to compliment your outfit or smile.

𑁍 Bazz-B — Aggressively Passionate Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა The Mohawk King is fiercely protective of you with a high degree of aggressiveness. Will not hesitate to burn someone to cinders if they mess with you the wrong way or come too close for his liking. “If anyone even thinks about messing with you they’ll have to deal with me.” Just kiss his bald spot and he’ll calm down.

˚₊‧꒰ა Passionate when it comes to expressing his love towards you and also every affectionate, physically. He enjoys having you close to him, like glued to his side with an arm around your waist, while he whispers in your ear about how much you mean to him, and he doesn’t hold back with his feelings. It’s as intense as his powers.

˚₊‧꒰ა Listen, you need to know that people will be getting turned into cinders very quickly once they try to get close and comfortable. With the way he’s always around you, showing you off and having no shame for public displays of affection, people should already know you’re taken by the fiery mohawk guy. “Do I need to turn that person into a burnt piece of steak?”

˚₊‧꒰ა So I mentioned that he’s into PDA, so get accustomed to being pulled into corners of the hallway or gathering rooms to make out, even when others are present—except for Yhwach being around. Hickeys are being left in visible areas for everyone to see what you two have been up to and expect a smack to your ass from time to time.

˚₊‧꒰ა With his possessiveness comes his devotion and loyalty. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me for life.” His loyalty to you is unwavering—he’s standing by your stand side no matter the situation, ready to defend and support you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Expect one of his forms of affection to be bold gestures. Showing off with over-the-top gestures, like creating a spectacular display of his Burner Fingers just to impress you. At the same time, you don’t have to worry about the cold with him around. He’s your personal heater.

˚₊‧꒰ა Playful banter is never ending with his guy. You two will be acting like children. “Let’s playfight! Race you to the gathering room! Wanna see me chug this in one gulp? Think you can beat me? In your dreams!” The both of you are always competing over the smallest of things.

𑁍 Ishida Ryuken — Subtle Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა Attentive about everything you say and do, given his medical background, and will always make it his business to check up on you, ensuring that you’ve eaten and gotten enough rest. You might get a little scolding when you tell him you have eaten or rested enough.

˚₊‧꒰ა Do not look towards receiving any PDA from this man, I’m telling you, he’s reserved. He just doesn’t want Isshin to see and make a fool out of him. This does not take away from the affections he chooses to publicly display, like giving you his jacket when it’s cold, holding your hand and rubbing his thumb against your skin, a kiss to your forehead or temple.

˚₊‧꒰ა You don’t have to worry about getting sick and being alone or paying an expensive medical bill, Ryuken is here to cover that for you. He’s both your doctor and benefactor, so points for you. He’s always ensuring that your health is well-cared for. As much as he appears calm on the exterior, he’s worried on the inside.

˚₊‧꒰ა You don’t have to worry about him looking at another person, his eyes are reserved for you and you alone. Ryuken’s loyalty is unmatched and unwavering, and he will be by your side every step of the way. That man is there to support you through thick and thin.

˚₊‧꒰ა Likewise, Ryuken’s jealousy is…erm, subtle like him. He can and will get jealous at times, however, he hides it so well (kinda like Jugram). He will become more attentive and protective, spending more time with you when he feels or notices something getting closer. “I noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with that colleague. Is everything alright?”

˚₊‧꒰ა In privacy, you will see his layers of reservations peel off with ease, knowing that he can display how much he adores you without someone noticing. Ryuken will more than just hold your hands and have his arms around your waist. Kissing you a lot more which grows more passionate with each kiss and his hands keeping you pressed against his body.

˚₊‧꒰ა Surprises you from time to time with gifts, mostly things you’ve spoken about, and he made a mental note to get them. It shows how much he pays attention to details and the things you care about.

𑁍 Ishida Uryu — Gentleman Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა Uryu is so sweet when it comes to you. The way he gently looks at you with such admiration and adoration anytime you’re speaking or helping him is masked perfectly behind his calm appearance, but the eyes never lie. Not around you. He’s much more patient and willing when it comes to you.

˚₊‧꒰ა He would often surprise you with small, thoughtful gifts. Like in winter, he’ll present you with a new custom scarf he knitted. It doesn’t matter if you have fifty million scarves, he still wants to give you the one he made by hand because he cares for you, and it’s better than the others you have.

˚₊‧꒰ა He is a respectful gentleman, never pushing you to do anything your uncomfortable with, and will stand up for you if he notices others forcing you. “If you ever need some time alone or someone to talk to, just let me know. I’ll understand.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You can look forward to his gentle protective nature, always looking out for your safety. If you were walking home late, he might insist on accompanying you. Along the way, he would make some small comments and jokes to bring about a sense of extra security amidst the cold, lonely night. “It’s not safe to walk alone at this hour. Let me walk you home.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He probably hates when Ichigo and the gang are around, given their nature to snoop and learn that he’s crushing on you. They make everything worse, especially Ichigo and Renji who will constantly tease him while telling you all the embarrassing things about Uryu until he decides enough is enough and fires a bunch of arrows at their asses.

˚₊‧꒰ა Given Uryu’s nature to display great levels of respect, he’s someone who gives lots of support and compliments, ensuring that you know your worth and are amazing in his eyes. Paying great attention to details, that way, he is able to assess the situation and know the right words and encouragement to give. “You’re an amazing and strong person. It’s one of the things I admire about you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You don’t have to worry about jealousy when it comes to Uryu. That was a lie in fact. Uryu would be imagining shooting the person with his arrows like a dart board. He’s similar to his father—not one to come out and admit he’s jealous, but his behaviour would change. Meaning, he becomes more attached even when it seems out of character.

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"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.

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SEASONAL  AESTHETICS !

[ bold = applies ; ítalics = sometimes applies ; both = perfect ; strikethrough = doesn't apply ]

WINTER.     a chill right down to the bones.   tobogganing.   teeth chattering.   sleeping all day.   sitting by the fireplace.   spending time with family.   layered clothing.   seeing another’s breath.   loving the cold.   a state of inactivity.   cold hands.   blistering winds shaking the closed windows.   a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.   cable knit socks.   a bitter remark.   a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.   hating the cold.   full length windows to peer out of.   pale skin.   deep conversations.   watching the snow fall.   sharp edges.   hot cocoa.   smelling every candle in the store.   a wild snowstorm.   melancholy.   lighting candles around the bathtub.   snow globes.   expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words.   the softest of blankets.   liking, but not loving something or someone.

SPRING.     the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself.   a soft breeze blowing your hair.   lightning when it strikes.   cherry blossoms.   bright mornings.   the first sign of hope.   the relief of finding something you lost.   paris in the spring.   birds chirping.   the art of growing.   a kiss on the cheek.   the clap of thunder.   a tornado in the valley.   smiling at a stranger.   planning.   saccharine pinks.   making promises.   trying something new.   hugs when you need them most.   a bee sting.   sitting on the steps of the met.   coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.   picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.   that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.   a long hike.   rushing when you can take your time.   going to the gym/training at ungodly hours.   excitement for what’s coming.   becoming yourself.   rain boots.

SUMMER.     lanterns lit around a campfire.   seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again.   melting ice cream.   the warmth of sun rays upon skin.   fireworks.   the feeling of never wanting something to end.   beach days.   the lone blow up floaty left in the pool.   drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.   music blasting at 3am, loud and proud.   palms trees on sunset boulevard.   longer days and shorter nights.   wanderlust.   nights spent staring at the stars.   sand castles.   road trips.   blood orange sunsets.   leaving the laundry to hang outside.   flowers in bloom.   sneaking out of your room late at night.   pure contentment.   barefoot in the sand.   the street lights coming on.   the sound of the ocean in a seashell.   freshly squeezed lemonade.   loose clothing.   a cannonball into the pool.   sunflowers.   the hazy pink before dusk.   relaxation.

FALL.     the leaves changing colors.   a heavy backpack.   the smell of old books.   eating until you’re stuffed.   deep, dark woods.   the silence in loudness.   abandoned houses.   ripped jeans.   crunching leaves beneath feet.   feeling like you’ve been somewhere before.   sitting at a bay window.   having endless amount of work.   charcoal drawings.   screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.   pumpkin patches.   creaky floorboards.   accepting that some things do have to change.   museums.   small talk.   being ignored.   procrastinating.   a door slamming shut.   going to bed early.   baking pies.   the fear of walking alone in the dark.   feeling completely and terribly lost.   a twig snapping.   crisp, cool days.   belly laughter after crying.   converse.   foggy mornings at the shoreline.   writing a daily entry in a journal.   a lonely day.

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