หโโง๊ฐแ Hi! I'm Mina, 25, and welcome to satsugacafรฉ! For starters, this blog will contain NSFW and possibly dark content, which will be tagged accordingly. Minors do not interact. I am not responsible for the content you view. This blog is here for leisurely purposes since I run other writing blogs เป๊ฑ โงโห
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๐ปJune๐ป
๐ Aizen, Ichigo, Toshiro, Shunsui and Kisuke for when someon hurts you/makes you cry
๐ Kira x reader โ Between the Lines
๐ Renji, Aizen and Grimmjow dating a nonchalant reader
๐ Toshiro x reader โ Tears on Ice
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Ily and ur works sm, and they also bring me a lot of comfort >0<
- ๐ anon
(Not trump)
LMAO. He's the least expected person to send me such a heartwarming ask. But thanks for making sure I didn't think otherwise ๐ anon lol. I appreciate it even more ๐
Hiii I read your bleach fics a while ago and thank you for writing for Toshiro ๐ญ๐ญ makes me so happy to see!!! Canโt tell you enough how grateful I am for your writing โค๏ธ
Yeah. Donโt see much Toshiro content out there for those of you who adore him ๐. But I'm glad you enjoyed the pieces I wrote so far for him and the others. I thank you as well โฃ๏ธโฃ๏ธโจ๏ธ
hey, first of all, your writing is greatly appreciated! not many bleach authors out there๐ i really hope this wonโt bother you, but may i ask if you have an idea when youโll open up requests again? just so i know when to come back :)
The goal is to reopen in September. Somewhere in the middle. But when I do settle on a date, I usually announce it a week in advance, so you donโt need to panic about missing out โบ๏ธ
โณโฅ ๐/๐: A little something that has been staring at me for a while lol
โณโฅ ๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: humour, heavily suggestive, talks of kinks: breeding, power dynamics, restrains
โณโฅ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ: 1.2k
โณโฅ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฑ๐ญ: Denial at itโs finest after taking the BDSM test and being gobblesmack by the results. Who else to make you see the truth besides Shunsui?
At this point, all of Seireitei could hear your whines and protests as you endlessly stomped your feet against the polished wooden floor of your quarters, clenching into fists at your sides as you glared down at the offending screen of your denreishinki.
โThis shitโs fucking rigged!โ you whined even loudly, and ready to throw yourself on the floor.
And to your demise, your fellow Captain, your longtime comradeโand, most annoyingly, your smug bastard of a boyfriendโsat leisurely across the room, his haori loosely draped over his shoulders while he continuously observed you with a stupid smirk. His deep brown eyes gleaming with amusement, hat tilted just enough to let you see the barely restrained laughter threatening to spill from his lips.
โAh, now, now, my dear,โ he drawled, stretching his long legs out in front of him, arms resting behind his head as he reclined further against the cushions. โWhat exactly has got you so worked up?โ He knew. Of course, he knew. Youโd been ranting about it for the past ten minutes, throwing a fit that any of your subordinates would have been terrified to witness. But Shunsui? No, he was eating this up.
You shoved your denreishinki toward him like a weapon, thrusting it into his face. โLook at this nonsense! Thisโthis absolute slander!โ
Lazily he plucked the device from your hand and scanning the results with a slow hum. โMm. 100% brat, 100% submissive, 100% rope bunny, 99% degradee, 98% prey, 98% breedableโฆoho~.โ His grin widened as he lifted his gaze to meet yours, mirth dancing in his expression. โQuite the resume, sweetheart.โ
โItโs wrong,โ you snapped, mostly to yourself. โIt has to be. Thereโs no wayโno wayโthat Iโm submissive. Iโm a Captain, for fuckโs sake! I give orders, I donโt take them! I lead my squad, I manage every mission efficiently, I keep everything under controlโโ
โAnd yet,โ Kyoraku interjected smoothly, eyes sparkling with mischievousย intent, โyou threw a full-blown tantrum when I took the last dango stick earlier today.โ
You whipped around, scowling. โThat doesnโt mean anything!โ
โOh?โ He chuckled, propping himself up on one elbow. โYou stomped your foot and crossed your arms, pouting about how โunfairโ it was. Then you got all huffy when I told you Iโd give it to you if you asked nicely.โ
Mouthing your mouth to retort, you snapped it shut. Tsk. He was right.
โI was just pointing out a pattern,โ he continued, lounging even more obnoxiously. โYouโre quite fond of complaining when things donโt go your way, especially when I tease you.โ
โThat doesnโt make me a brat!โ
He raised a brow, that smirk growing into something altogether more cunning. โNo? So, what does it make you, then, hm?โ
You felt your cheeks warm as you spluttered. โIโI donโt know! Justโฆnot that! IโI wanted to be dominant!โ
โOh, my sweet petal, youโah, you kill me,โ he wheezed, wiping a fake tear at his eyes. โDominant? You?โ
โShut up, you ass! Why is that so hard to believe?!โ Marching over, you reeled your hand to deliver slap to his arm, however, he caught your wrist with ease, tugging you forward until you stumbled onto his lap, legs awkwardly straddling his hips. His grip remained firm as he tilted his head, appraising you with that slow, knowing look that always made your stomach twist.
โBecause, my dear,โ he murmured, fingers trailing along your wrist, up your forearm, then back down again, โyou love being handled. You love it when I take the lead, when I put you exactly where I want you. You melt when I call you my good, little thing. You squirm when I tease you just right. You fight it, oh, you fight it so hardโbut in the end?โ His voice dipped lower, melting over you like caramel. โYou surrender every single time.โ
You wanted to resist. To fight back, but all you could do was remain silent, lips parting with no sound escaping.
โYou see,โ he continued, shifting beneath you, making you hyper-aware of just how strong he felt beneath his layers of fabric, โI admire your strength. Your power. Your intelligence. I always have.โ His hands settled on your hips, thumbs rubbing slow, sensual circles. โBut thereโs nothing more beautiful than watching you come undone, watching you give in. And sweetheart?โ He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. โI think you love that I know it, too.โ
You hated how right he was because your entire body burned under the weight of his words. He wasnโt wrong, and that was the worst part.
Trying to gain some form of composure, you swallowed hard and attempted to appear unyielding within his grip. โItโs just a stupid quiz,โ you muttered, attempting to wriggle out of his hold.
It only made him chuckle and tighten his grip just enough to make you still. โOh, of course, of course. Just a stupid quiz. Nothing to be upset about, right?โ
โIโm not upset,โ you scowled.
โHmm. If you say so, sweetheart.โ
He took that moment to dip his fingers lower, tracing the curve of your thighs with a touch so featherlight. Your breathing was fumbling at this point, betraying all attempts at composure. Something he thrived on.
โBut, just out of curiosity,โ he mused, โif you were dominant, what exactly would you do to me, hm?โ
Thrown off suddenly, you blinked โWhโwhat?โ
โIf youโre so sure youโre not submissive,โ he breathed heavily, pressing the faintest of kisses to your throat, โthen show me, sweetheart. Take control. Prove me wrong.โ
Oh, he was a bastard. A devious, smug, infuriating bastard.
Trying to summon an ounce of that dominant energy you so desperately wanted to believe you had, your hands clenched against his shoulders. But his hands were still on your hips, his lips ghosting over your skin, his breath warm and taunting. He was making you wait, making you hesitate, andโ
Oh.
You realised, with mortifying clarity, that you were waiting for his next move.
And it made him revel in satisfaction. โThatโs what I thought.โ
Heat was practically surging through your veins as you glared down at him. The pure frustration of him winning at his own game. Damn him, damn it, but he was right.
Carefully, while still fuming, his fingers slid up your spine, drawing a slow shudder from you. โCome on, sweetheart,โ he purred, coaxing. โSay it.โ
You bit your lip. โSay what?โ
His lips curled against your skin before planting a gentle bite, waking a trail of goosebumps. โThat Iโm right.โ
You did everything but say those words. Swallowing hard at the stubbornness building in your throat with the undeniable truth of it all, you huffed.
โYouโre pissing me off,โ you grumbled.
He chuckled. โThatโs not a denial.โ
โFine. You win. Iโmโโ you muttered quietly, the admission bitter on your tongue, โโnot dominant.โ
โAnd?โ
You shot him a glare from the corner of your eyes that told him he was pushing it. โAnd I might be a brat.โ
โSee? That wasnโt so hard, was it, my sweet girl?โ His arms wrapped around you fully, holding you against him as he pressed a lingering kiss to your jaw.
Hi!! Do you think that Jugram would date somebody who has a different majesty? You said he would left our date for Yhwach. But what would his reaction be if th e reader did the same? Would he get mad? Would he empathize the reader? Have been wondering this๐๐
No, I donโt see Jugram having any external or critical internal crisis should the roles be reversed. He knows there will be possible conflict and complications in the future. Frequently, he would advise and caution the relationship because he knows there's a possibility of something escalating in a not, so positive direction. But heโs a man who understands duty, loyalty, honour, and sacrifice. Even if it were for another monarch, as heartbreaking as it would be for him, should reader show similar attributes to him when serving their leader, he would politely allow it, and not resist. Not to say he wouldnโt feel lonely and miss readerโhe wouldโbut he has the ability to also place duty above all else, so it wouldnโt consume him entirely. Nor is he the person to grovel and beg. So expect a very quiet and respectable separation.
Would Ryuken be worried about what or who Uryu dates?
Yes, he would. And it would mostly circulate around whether or not the individual was a devoted Quincy or not, and what their interest is in his son.
Now, Ryuken isn't interested in his son's romantic life or about to give emotional and romantic advice on who to date and how. However, he will give caution to his son to choose well, since he would be pleased to know that his son found happiness (even though he doesn't show it). Any parent would be pleased to know that their child found a good partner who cares and loves them.
For Ryuken, his major fear would continually be his son and the Quincy world. Heโs experienced what it has done to his family, thus, his dislike for his kind. He knows he couldnโt prevent his son from stepping into the world he left behind. However, the last thing he needs is his son having a partner who would jeopardise his life. I can see Ryuken becoming a little stern should something like that were to happen.
Honestly, Ryuken might be more inclined if Uryu ended up with a human. A normal, regular, simple, every day, non-magical, mortal being. To give his life the normalcy it lacked for so long and to hopefully, and subtly, convince him to leave the Quincy badge of honour behind. He wouldnโt dismiss if Uryuโs choice was a Shinigami, Quincy or Fullbringer, but just his safer preference.
Would Ryuken come out and say this? No. But would he subtly show favouritism towards certain individuals? Yes (in his own nonchalant way). Ryuken no longer has that interest in bloodlines and legacy anymore ever since he made the decision to marry his wife, who was a servant. So, class wouldnโt bother him either. Once his son's partner was a good person who wouldnโt bring harm and more chaos.
Helloo, I love your writings! My ask is that would quincies kill their s/o if yhwach told them to,or if they had to? Same for Yhwach please. I want to know his reaction too.
Oh boy ๐ซ my response to this would be out of the 6 of the quincies (ryuken included), it would be somewhat evenly matched, with Askin in the middle as the last decision.
Bazz, Uryu, and Ryuken without a doubt arenโt gonna. Ryuken and Bazz would give Yhwach the middle finger and say โfuck you.โ Uryu, for all his brilliance, would come up with a fake death scenario for reader, just to make his loyalty appear honest, and to get his s/o out of this nightmare.
The others (Yhwach and Jugram) without a doubt and not even a second glance WILL. Their s/o can kiss their life goodbye and out the window. Either Yhwach uses them as a power boost in Auswรคhlen, killing them instantly or takes you out himself (cuz he's merciless like that). And as for Jugramโฆ too obvious. If he could kill his bestie, and have no issue giving his life for Yhwach, who is his s/o. Another pawn to be removed ๐ฅฒ. Sorrows. Prayers.
PS: This was my reaction when I read this question
How would the bleach men+unohana react to reader giving them a hickey, have a nice day
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SMUG AF, and milking every reaction they could get out of you by teasing. Expect them to lean down mid-conversation just to whisper something filthy about the last time your lips were there. Even if they had important duties, theyโd show zero shame about being seen with it, as if daring anyone to say something.
Treats it like a silent badge of possession. Youโve made your mark. They are yours. Period. Though, they wouldnโt flaunt it, but wouldnโt hide it eitherโit would stay exactly as you left it, and theyโd go about their day with a quiet sense of satisfaction. Later, behind closed doors, theyโd murmur about how you should leave another one, maybe somewhere only theyโd know about.
The moment they realised they had a hickey, their first reaction would be mild shockโeyes widening, maybe a hand going up to cover it instinctively. But the embarrassment wouldnโt last long; beneath it, theyโd secretly love that youโd marked them. If anyone commented on it, theyโd get flustered fast, fumbling for excuses or trying to change the subject, even though their mind kept replaying the feeling of your lips on them. Later, when you were alone, theyโd give you this soft, shy smile, maybe brushing your hair back before quietly asking if you wanted to โdo that again sometime.โ They wouldnโt admit how much it turned them on.
okay. here me out...listening? great! which of the bleach men would be the type to eat it for their pleasure or eat it for yours? ๐
A/N: Oh I heard you LOUD and CLEAR ๐๐๐. Bless you, anon
๐๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ (๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐๐๐๐๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ข๐ง ๐ข๐ญ) โ gets messy like theyโre eating cake. The munchers and slurpers. Loud as hell, eats everything, and stops when they believe theyโre satisfied. Not you. Them. If theyโre starving? Lie there for moan for them while they feast on a 5-star meal.
๐๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ โ for the sole intention of making you cum multiple times, and they only stop when youโre spent. Their satisfaction is seeing you shatter under their mouth, all needy and begging. They get turned on knowing how much you crave themโyour pleas while guiding their mouths to where you want them most.
โณโฅ ๐๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ: I really love your blog!I was hoping you could make sfw & nsfw headcanon for Starrk, Ulqiuorra, and Grimmjow. TYSM!
หโโง๊ฐแ He doesnโt do soft the traditional way, but for you, he has his own brand of affectionโrough around the edges but unmistakably genuine.
หโโง๊ฐแ He always walks on the side closest to danger without even thinking about it. If you're walking together in Hueco Mundo or the human world, heโll shove you behind him the second he senses anything off.
หโโง๊ฐแ He pretends like heโs not protective, but you catch the subtle signs: his hand lingering behind your back when you walk through a crowd, his slight narrowing of eyes when someone speaks too long to you, his tendency to ask, โWho the fuck was that?โ
หโโง๊ฐแ You once had to bandage him up after a fight, and he sulked because โI donโt need no fuckinโ babysitter,โ but then didnโt move a muscle the entire time you were tending to his wounds. He stared at your face the whole time, quiet.
หโโง๊ฐแ โTch...youโre too soft for this place. Thatโs why I gotta keep you alive,โ he muttered one night, thinking you were asleep. You werenโt.
หโโง๊ฐแ Heโs incredibly warm to lie next toโhot, really. Sleeping against him is like curling up beside a living furnace, but you never complain.
หโโง๊ฐแ Grimmjow likes to rest his head in your lap while you're reading or doing paperwork. If anyone else enters the room, he immediately gets up and pretends like it never happened.
หโโง๊ฐแ He doesnโt say โI love youโ unless itโs absolutely necessary, but when he does, itโs usually blurted out in a heated moment: โShitโI love you, alright? You happy now?โ
หโโง๊ฐแ He eats like a wild animal but will give you the best pieces of whatever heโs stolen or hunted without a second thought.
หโโง๊ฐแ If you get injured, he loses it. Like, properly loses it. Heโs pacing, punching walls, snarling at healers, and if it was someoneโs fault, theyโre probably already dead.
หโโง๊ฐแ He doesnโt like when you cry, not because heโs uncomfortable, but because it makes him feel. โOi...donโt do that. Cโmere,โ heโll grumble, pulling you into his chest with a heavy hand on your head. โYouโre tougher than this.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Surprisingly great at giving piggyback rides. In fact, it became a thing after a particularly long patrolโyou whined about your feet, and he bent down with an annoyed sigh. โGet on, dumbass.โ He carried you the entire way home, grumbling, but didn't let you down once.
หโโง๊ฐแ Heโll straight-up growl at anyone who flirts with you, even if itโs innocent. โKeep your fuckinโ eyes to yourself,โ he says, baring his teeth like itโs a warning from a predator.
หโโง๊ฐแ Likes sparring with you just to see you all riled up. If you land a hit, he gets this feral, proud grin. โHeh...thatโs my babes.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ He has no idea how to comfort verbally, so he does it physically. Big, warm, grounding hugs from behind. A palm on your back. Letting your fingers interlace with his clawed ones.
หโโง๊ฐแ If youโre sleeping in, heโll wake up before you (rare) and just lie there watching you, his hair falling into his eyes, chest rising and falling slow. He looks at you like youโre his whole world.
หโโง๊ฐแ Doesnโt understand nicknames at first but slowly starts using themโโbrat,โ โidiot,โ โsquirtโโall growled affectionately. Then one day, softly: โHey...you alright, kitten?โ
หโโง๊ฐแ He never says no when you ask him to sit beside you, even if he was mid-prowl or about to go kill something. โTch...fine. But you owe me.โ He doesnโt even cash in.
หโโง๊ฐแ When he holds your hand, itโs firm and unshakeable. His claws never dig in, even by accident. Heโs always aware of your skin.
หโโง๊ฐแ Sometimes you catch him watching you with a look in his eyes like he canโt quite believe youโre realโlike youโre some impossible miracle in the middle of all this dust and blood.
หโโง๊ฐแ Heโll never admit it, but he memorises everything about youโyour scent, your heartbeat, the exact way you say his name when youโre annoyed.
หโโง๊ฐแ His idea of a date is running off with you to some ruined part of Hueco Mundo no one else dares enter and just...sitting in the sand with you in silence. โAinโt no one gonna bug us out here,โ heโll mutter while pulling you closer.
หโโง๊ฐแ When youโre sick, heโs surprisingly good at caring. Heโll toss soup at you like heโs annoyed, but he sits at your side until youโre better. โYou die on me, and I swear Iโll drag your ass back just to yell at you.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Once, when you were napping with your head on his shoulder, he stayed still for three hours straight because he didnโt want to wake you.
หโโง๊ฐแ โYโknow...youโre the only one Iโd let see me like this,โ he once said quietly, laying beside you. โDonโt fuckinโ ruin it.โ
โง NSFW Headcanons
หโโง๊ฐแ LAWD this feral kittyโs sex drive is absolutely feral. He wants you often, wants you badly, and doesnโt bother hiding it.
หโโง๊ฐแ Heโs loud in bedโgrowling, panting, biting, saying the filthiest things in the most guttural voice. โYou feel that? Fuckinโ hellโฆyouโre takinโ me so good, kitten.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ He has no shame. If he wants you, it doesnโt matter if youโre mid-conversation, mid-meal, mid-fightโheโll lean in, breath hot against your ear: โBend over. Now.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ His favourite position is taking you from behind, gripping your hips with those clawed hands, watching your back arch and ass bounce with every savage thrust.
หโโง๊ฐแ But he also secretly loves when you're on topโwatching you ride him, hands splayed on his chest, hair falling in your face, the way your thighs tremble from overstimulation. โYeahโฆthatโs it. Look at you. Ridinโ my cock like you were fuckinโ made for it.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ He has a breeding kink the size of a Garganta. He lives to cum deep, groaning low into your neck while he presses himself as far inside as he can go.
หโโง๊ฐแ Grimmjowโs tongue is long and hot and very skilled. He loves eating you outโon his knees, face buried between your thighs, arms wrapped under your legs to keep you still as he devours your pussy like itโs a meal heโs starving for.
หโโง๊ฐแ โFuckinโ sweetโฆthis is what I fight for,โ heโll growl between licks, licking his lips slick with your slick.
หโโง๊ฐแ He loves marking youโscratches down your back, bite marks on your thighs, bruises on your hips from where he held you too tight.
หโโง๊ฐแ Heโs obsessed with the way you moan his name. It drives him wild. โSay it again. Louder.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Aftercare with him is clumsy but earnestโdragging you close, tossing a blanket over you both, stroking your thighs lazily even while he pretends not to be all soft. โTch...you wore yourself out, huh? Knew you couldnโt handle all this.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ If you're in a dangerous mood and tease him in public, be prepared to pay for it later. Heโll drag you somewhere private and fuck you hard and fast, pressed against the wall with his hand over your mouth. โThat what you wanted, kitten? Huh? This what you were begginโ for?โ
หโโง๊ฐแ He has a fixation on your assโgrabbing it constantly, spanking it, pulling you back onto his cock by your hips, watching it jiggle as he pounds you mercilessly.
หโโง๊ฐแ Morning sex is always lazy but deepโslow, grinding thrusts, his voice still heavy with sleep. โMorninโ, babe. Cโmere...lemme wake you up proper.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Heโs not opposed to toys, but only if heโs using them on you. Watching you squirm while he works a toy into you and whispers all the filthy things heโs going to do next has him painfully hard.
หโโง๊ฐแ He loves watching his cum drip out of youโsometimes spreading you open just to see how messy heโs made you. โFuckinโ wrecked, huh? Thatโs mine, every drop.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ If you ever touch yourself in front of him, heโll stop everything heโs doing to watch. His eyes go dark, and his voice drops low: โKeep goinโ. I wanna see you cum begginโ for me.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ He loves fucking you into exhaustion. His endurance is insane, and he enjoys testing how many orgasms you can take before your legs give out.
หโโง๊ฐแ โDonโt tap out yet, kitten...I ainโt even fuckinโ close to done with you.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Shower sex turns into a full-on battle for dominanceโslippery bodies, hot steam, mouths crashing together, his hand tangled in your wet hair while he pins you to the tile.
หโโง๊ฐแ He gets more possessive the rougher he is. โNo one else gets to see you like this. You hear me? Youโre mine.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ If you whimper, he melts. It turns him on more than anything. โThat little sound...shit. Gonna ruin you all over again.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Occasionally, he gets caught off guard by how emotional sex with you can be. When heโs fucking you slow, holding your face, looking into your eyes, heโll lose all his bravado. โ...Fuck, I love you. You feel so fuckinโ good.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ He talks you through it the whole time. โYouโre takinโ me so deep, fuck...clench around me like that again and I swear Iโll lose it.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Sometimes, he fucks you in total silenceโjust his heavy breathing, the slick sound of your bodies, his eyes fixed on you like heโs studying the way you come apart.
หโโง๊ฐแ Heโs addicted to the way your body reacts to him. One twitch of your cunt around his cock and heโs already thrusting harder.
หโโง๊ฐแ Post-sex, he likes to bite lightly at your shoulder, drag his tongue up your spine, kiss your neck lazily while youโre still trembling from the aftershocks.
หโโง๊ฐแ โOi...donโt fall asleep yet. I wanna go again.โ He always wants to go again.
หโโง๊ฐแ Even when heโs rough, thereโs a reverence to itโyouโre the only person who gets this side of him, the only one who can tame the beast and feed it.
โหโฟหยฐ Coyote Starrk
SFW Headcanons
หโโง๊ฐแ Starrk is lazy, yeah, but not when it comes to you. If you so much as sigh tiredly, heโs shifting an arm under you and muttering, โYou wanna lie down? Cโmere, Iโll make space.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ The king of napping with you. Not just beside you, but curled around you like a slow-moving blanket, hand resting on your stomach, head in your neck, breathing slow and even.
หโโง๊ฐแ He calls you โsunshineโ half-sarcastically at first, but it sticks because he likes the way it sounds in his mouth. โMorninโ, sunshineโฆalready up without me?โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Starrk doesnโt ask for affection; he just gently nudges into it like a sleepy dog. Lays his head in your lap while youโre sitting, brushes his fingers down your arm when passing.
หโโง๊ฐแ He hates when people interrupt your time together. One lazy blink toward the intruder is enough to make most scurry off.
หโโง๊ฐแ He brings you feathers from Lilinette when she moults, even though she screeches about it. โThought youโd like something soft,โ he shrugs, trying to act like it wasnโt his idea.
หโโง๊ฐแ His silences are never empty. Sitting next to him while he stares out over Las Noches is weirdly romantic. Sometimes heโll quietly say, โI never thought Iโd want anyone around this long. Guess youโre the exception.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ He warms your hands with his when theyโre cold. Just takes them without warning and cups them inside his larger palms. Doesnโt even look at you while doing it.
หโโง๊ฐแ Starrkโs lowkey jealous but too tired to act on it, so he just stares at whoeverโs making him annoyed until they leave. โTheyโre lookinโ a little too long,โ heโll mutter with a deadpan expression.
หโโง๊ฐแ If you ever cry, he lets you sob against his chest with no questions. One hand on your back, one in your hair. โLet it out. Iโve got you.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ When you get injured, he becomes terrifying. He moves like a ghost, and only returns to his usual sleepy state once youโre safe again.
หโโง๊ฐแ He likes slow walks with you in Hueco Mundoโs pale sands, your fingers laced in his. No words. Just the two of you and the wind.
หโโง๊ฐแ He remembers every small detail you mentionโfavourite foods, colours, placesโand stores them away for later use.
หโโง๊ฐแ When he laughs, really laughs, itโs low, warm, and rare. You treasure every single one like a sunrise.
หโโง๊ฐแ โYou know youโre my peace, right?โ he says once, out of nowhere with his eyes barely open, face buried in your neck. โEven if everything else turns to hellโฆyouโre still peace.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ He lets you wear his coat without asking. Itโs huge on you. He secretly finds it adorable.
หโโง๊ฐแ Your presence pulls the most human bits of him forwardโsmiles, lazy grins, the sleepy way he says your name like itโs something sacred.
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หโโง๊ฐแ ADORES slow, sleepy sex. That languid, grinding, deep kind of fucking where neither of you rush and he takes his time exploring every inch of your body.
หโโง๊ฐแ โMmm...just stay like that a little longer,โ he whispers, lips brushing your ear, cock buried inside you, moving so slowly youโre trembling.
หโโง๊ฐแ He has stamina. Donโt be fooled by the drowsy act. He can go for hours, changing angles, pace, positionsโkeeping you right at the edge.
หโโง๊ฐแ Heโs filthy when riled up. Dirty talk delivered in a gravelly voice, barely above a whisper. โThatโs itโฆlet me hear how good I make you feel. Louder, sunshine.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Loves fucking you while spooning. Lazy thrusts, one hand on your tit, the other between your thighs, mouth on your shoulder. Itโs so intimate, youโre breathless before heโs even halfway in.
หโโง๊ฐแ Heโs obsessed with your tits. Grabs them, sucks them, bites into them gently while heโs ascending you into the next dimension. โPretty little thingโฆtastes better every fuckinโ time.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ He has a kink for making you come multiple times before he even puts it in. Heโll finger you slow, tongue curling inside you until youโre shaking, and only then slide his cock in.
หโโง๊ฐแ โYouโre drippinโ all over meโฆcโmon, kitten. One more. Just one more for me.โ (Itโs never just one more.)
หโโง๊ฐแ He loves your face when youโre lost in pleasureโeyes fluttering, mouth open, flushed and gasping. He watches every twitch.
หโโง๊ฐแ Shower sex happens a lot. You join him thinking itโs innocent. He presses you into the wall, cock slowly easing into you from behind. โCouldnโt resistโฆโ
หโโง๊ฐแ Heโs not rough unless you ask for itโbut when you do, the contrast is delicious. Youโll have bite marks down your neck, bruises on your hips, his voice rougher than usual.
หโโง๊ฐแ Has a filthy little obsession with your cuntโlikes tasting himself in you, licking it up, pushing his cum back in with his fingers.
หโโง๊ฐแ He loves when you ride him. Arms behind his head, lazy grin on his face, just watching you lose your rhythm from overstimulation. โThatโs itโฆyouโre doinโ all the work. Show me how much you need it.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ After sex, he keeps you locked against him. Wonโt even let you shift. โNahโฆjust rest. Youโre not goinโ anywhere.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ His favourite sound? The breathy little gasp you make right as he pushes in. It kills him.
หโโง๊ฐแ He will whisper how much he loves being inside you mid-thrust, low and hot against your neck. โSo fuckinโ warmโฆfeels like home.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ You once rode him until your legs gave out. He caught you before you collapsed, then grinned lazily. โTired already?โ
โหโฟหยฐ Ulquiorra Cifer
SFW Headcanons
หโโง๊ฐแ Well, he doesnโt understand loveโnot at firstโbut he understands you, and over time, he learns to translate that into something soft and sacred.
หโโง๊ฐแ He watches you constantly out of curiosity. You do the simplest thingโtie your hair, laugh softlyโand he stares like itโs a revelation.
หโโง๊ฐแ You once gave him a flower. He held it, stared at it, then stored it inside a sealed cabinet as if it were priceless. Itโs still there.
หโโง๊ฐแ Ulquiorra never says heโs cold, but he gravitates toward your body heat in small, subtle ways. Sitting close. Standing a little too near. Fingers brushing.
หโโง๊ฐแ When he sleeps, itโs only because he feels safe with you. He lies beside you, face turned toward yours, breath slow.
หโโง๊ฐแ โI do not understand...but your presence brings stillness to my mind,โ he murmurs one night, unblinking and justโฆstaring.
หโโง๊ฐแ He studies your expressions. If you smile, he notes the muscle shifts. If you frown, his hand twitches as if to reach for you but doesnโt quite know how.
หโโง๊ฐแ If anyone threatens you, Ulquiorra becomes absolute silence and utter terror. He wonโt shout or rage. Heโll just annihilate. No mercy.
หโโง๊ฐแ You taught him how to hold hands. He stared at your fingers interlaced with his like it was some alien miracle. โStrange...but pleasant.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Ulquiorra doesnโt kiss in public. But in private, he presses lips to your temple, your knuckles, your shoulderโquiet little rituals of closeness.
หโโง๊ฐแ If you cry, he gently cups your face, thumb brushing tears away. โYour emotional instability is troubling. Allow me to assist.โ He then proceeds to hold you until you fall asleep.
หโโง๊ฐแ You once caught him staring at you with that half-lidded gaze, like he was trying to understand the soul. โYou are...captivating.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ He takes your presence seriously. Every word you speak is weighed, considered, stored away.
หโโง๊ฐแ He doesnโt sleep much, but he keeps vigil when you do. Standing at your side, sword in hand, completely still.
หโโง๊ฐแ The first time you told him โI love you,โ he said nothingโฆuntil hours later, when he whispered, โI believe I am beginning to...comprehend.โ
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หโโง๊ฐแ He is clinicalโฆuntil heโs not. Sex with him starts controlled, meticulousโuntil your moans break his composure and he fucks you like heโs unravelling.
หโโง๊ฐแ He starts slow. Observing your reactions to every motion, every stroke of his fingers, the press of his cockhead against your entrance. โYou respond...significantly to stimulation here.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ His voice during sex is ruinous. โYou are...extraordinarily tight. I can feel every contour.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ He fucks you like heโs memorising you; every movement has purpose, every thrust is perfect in angle and depth.
หโโง๊ฐแ When he finally loses control, itโs breathtaking. Rougher thrusts, laboured breath, his hands tight on your hips, jaw clenched. โThis...sensation...defies logic.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Ulquiorra is obsessed with eye contact. He must watch you come. Must see your face when you fall apart.
หโโง๊ฐแ He has a dangerous kink for overstimulation. Once you come, he doesnโt stop. โYour body has not reached its limit. We continue.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ You once teased him mid-meeting by whispering something filthy. He teleported you away instantly and had you bent over a cold stone table. โYour provocations have consequences.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ He eats pussy like an experiment, except it becomes religiousโtongue firm, lips sealed around your clit, expression blank while your legs shake violently. โYou are dripping. Fascinating. Arousing.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Heโs hard for a long time, meaning: he doesnโt need breaks. He could fuck you until your voice gives out.
หโโง๊ฐแ When you ride him, his hands grip your thighs tight, green eyes locked on you. โDo not stop. I wish to witness your release.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ After sex, he holds you like youโre a specimen he canโt risk losing. So carefully and possessively.
หโโง๊ฐแ He frequently asks ย to study your body in the aftermath. Tracing the fluids, tasting you off his fingers, noting your heartbeat. โYour reaction to climax...is exquisite.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ He may not say โI love you,โ but he will bury his face in your neck after the fifth orgasm and breathe out, โYou are...mine.โ
โณโฅ ๐๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ: Umm, idk if this is in your wheel house, but may i request for omega grimmjow with a submissive, alpha reader?
โณโฅ ๐/๐: Not gonna lieโฆI wasnโt expecting to struggle with this reverse dynamic. I hope I wrote it well for an first attempt and you all enjoyed it ๐ซฃ
โณโฅ ๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: 18+content, gn!reader, omegaverse, abo dynamics, mentions of heat and rut, marking, possessiveness, aggressive behaviour, fluff content as well
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...wanted to explode and tear everything to pieces the day he discovered he was your Omega, but then calmed down after realising that you werenโt controlling or dominant. It made he relax and shift into protective mode.
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...loved to tease how soft and submissive you were for an alpha. In the beginning, he was such an ass and did hurt your feelings because it was a concern for you given the rank you held. But now, if anyone so much as comment of your docile ways, he doesnโt care. Heโs ready to fight. โWanna say that again asshole, but with my claws down your throat?โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...is ready to fight anyone and everyone, tooth, claw and nail for you. It took him such a long while to warm up to the idea of being an omega. But due to you being softer and more gentler than what he expected, the natural instincts to be nurtured won, and led him to submitting. โYouโre lucky itโs you. Anyone else and Iโd tear them to pieces. Now rub my headโฆplease.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...lives for how easy it is to fluster you. Itโs as simple as brushing his hand over your stomach while youโre cuddling and heโs grinning as you stammer out his name, wide eyes, and flushed cheeks. โHehโฆthat easy to wind up, huh?โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...doesnโt let you make decisions when it comes to him. โTch. You donโt pick where we eat, what we do, or how Iโm spendinโ the day with you. You just sit there lookinโ pretty and let me take care of you, yeah?โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...tugs you down into his lap after missions, big clawed hand petting your head while you lie against his chest like a worn-out pup.
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...steals your hoodies and wears them around your shared space with zero shame, sleeves bunched up around his elbows, tail flicking lazily, his scent layered thick over yours until you smell like him entirely.
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...keeps a nest that youโre not allowed to touch unless invited. Itโs full of clothes that smell like you, pillows youโve used, and sometimes even a shirt you didnโt know was missing. You only realise itโs there when you find him curled around it, purring.
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...always makes you sit between his thighs, back to his chest, so he can wrap his arms around your middle and nuzzle into your neck like heโs the alpha, not you.
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...growls low when anyone talks to you for too long, especially other alphas. He has no fear, nor does he let them finish their sentence before dragging you by the wrist and muttering,
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...calls you โhis good alphaโ only when youโve been especially obedientโlike keeping quiet while you straddle his lap and letting him thrust upwards slowly, cooing against your lips, โThatโs itโฆstay still, lemme use you proper.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...gets into these moods where he just wants to hold you and not let go. Heโll sit in bed with you in his lap, hand under your shirt. โYouโre mine. Every inch of you.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...absolutely spoils you without letting you know. Leaves little things in your spaceโyour favourite snack, favourite scent in his nest, a new blanket. If you ask, he huffs and says โWasn't for you. I just had extra.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...gets annoyed when you apologise too much. Heโll grip your face, force you to stare at him. โYou donโt need to say sorry every five seconds. Youโre my alpha. Act like it.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...always smells like home. That soft, musky comfort that makes you dizzy and safe, like heโs your whole worldโand he knows it. โYou get needy off my scent, donโt you?โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...pretends to hate cuddles but wraps his arms and legs around you like a damn octopus in bed. If you even try to get up, he growls against your shoulder. โI didnโt say you could move yet.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...gets genuinely offended when you donโt ask him to help with something. Youโre struggling with a box? Picking up clothes? Looking for something? โWhy the hell didnโt you call me? You think I donโt take care of my alpha?โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...laughs low and dirty when heโs got you blushing, thighs rubbing together and breath shaky. โYou gonna beg yet, or you just gonna sit there lookinโ cute and squirmy?โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...gives the softest kisses when youโre crying. Heโll pull your face into his hands, press slow kisses to your brow, cheek, lips, and murmurs, โYouโre okay, sweetheart. Youโve got me. Youโve always got me.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...wonโt let you walk properly after a bad rut. Not because heโs meanโbut because he insists on carrying you bridal style with a smug grin all the way to the bath.
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...nuzzles you awake every morning with a sleepy voice and heavy limbs wrapped around you. โMorninโ. Youโre warm. Stay here a bit longer. Just five more minutes, yeah?โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...eats off your plate. Doesnโt ask. Doesnโt care. Just takes your food and growls if you try to stop him.
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...lets you bite his mating gland only once, and then gets so overwhelmed by how deep it made him feel bonded to you that he hides his face in your chest for the next hour, shaking and clingy.
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...always calls you โhis alphaโ with a smirk, like he owns you even though youโre the one technically higher rank. โCโmere, my alpha. Youโre too far away.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...strokes your hair while you suck on his fingers during heat, and murmurs with a soft chuckle, โLook at you. Just for me.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...lets you lie in his lap, head on his thigh, while he reads or watches something. Every few minutes, his hand just cards through your hair or scratches your scalp while you hum contentedly.
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...gets extremely protective when youโre sick. You can barely sneeze before heโs dragging you back to bed, pressing his forehead to yours, and growling at the thermometer like it insulted him.
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...whispers filthy things with the softest voice imaginable while spooning you during rut. โGonna keep you full all week. Not gonna let a drop out. All mine.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...kisses your knuckles every time you start doubting yourself. Holds your hand and presses warm kisses to your fingers with quiet devotion. โYouโre not weak. Youโre perfect. Youโre mine.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...never says โI love youโ in words, but shows it in every rough cuddle, every plate of food shoved at you, every blanket dragged over your shoulders when you're tired.
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...teases you for crying during sex, but softens the second you hide your face. Kisses your cheek and whispers, โDonโt hide that. I like how much you feel. Makes me wanna keep you forever.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...is lowkey obsessed with your scent and makes you sit in his lap while he just breathes you in. Doesnโt talk. Just holds you. Nose buried against your neck, lips brushing your scent gland.
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...hums lullabies under his breath to help you sleepโnot that heโd ever admit it. If you ask, he just says, โYou were twitchinโ. Shut up and go to sleep.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...pushes you down gently and tells you, โDonโt worry. Iโll take care of everything. You just lie back and feel me.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...makes you wear his bite mark visible. If you try to cover it, he physically removes your collar, smirks, and says, โTry again. Thatโs my fuckinโ claim.โ
หโโง๊ฐแ Omega!Grimmjow who...always comes back to you no matter what. Bloody, tired, angryโhe still crawls into your space, buries himself in your arms, and mutters, โYouโre the only thing that calms me down, yโknow that?โ
You werenโt even sure how this discussion escalated into an argument, more one-sided than anything elseโsomething about conduct, your choice of words at the last clan meeting, how โutterly unbecoming it was for a woman of your standing to speak with such uncouth flippancy.โ The sheer audacity of the comment had you rolling your eyes which only made him disapprove more. Now he was halfway through an icy monologue, your name already used thrice in full like if it was your mother who caught you with your hand in the cookie jar. That alone was a sign of his temper boiling under his noble shell.
โYou are impulsive,โ he uttered clipped. โDisrespectful. It would do you well to consider the example you set, rather than indulge inโโ
Sighing loudly, you rolled your eyes once again. โGod, Byakuya, do you ever stop?โ
Just a brow twitch, a sign that you had gotten under his skinโฆsubtly.
โโin theatrics unbecoming of your rank and name. As a representative of your house and this district, you are expected to conduct yourself with dignity. Not barge into court matters half-dressed and spouting sarcasm as ifโโ
โIโm bored,โ you sighed.
โI beg your pardon?โ
โI said Iโm bored, Byakuya. Youโve been yapping for eight minutes. Eight whole minutes. And every sentence sounds like youโre reading off an old reprimand scroll.โ
Abruptly he stepped forward, his fingers curling against his robes in the attempt to mask their twitching. โDo not trivialise this discussion. Your actionsโโ
Before he would finished his sentence, you heaved heavily while maintaining eyes contact and reached your fingers upwards to grasp the edge of your kosode before yanking it apart, baring your breasts to the slightly chill room and his gaze. Your nipples were already perked from the change in air, high and tight, like you were doing this entirely on purpose.
The silence hit like a sealed barrier, and for once, Byakuyaโs mouth had halfway hit the floor, eyes slightly widened while his words died on his tongue.
โWhat were you saying again?โ you coyly whispered, tilting your head and pushing your chest out a little more. The action prompting your breasts to shake.
Not once did his stare waver. As for his words? Vanished into the air. You could see the way his throat slowly bobbed as he swallowed, while his eyes, despite his immense training, darted downwardโtwice.
โYou were saying something about dignity? Blah, blah, blahโฆโ Your hands reached up to cup your tits and give them a little lift, causing him to inhale deeply, but softly. โSomething about how I shouldnโt โindulge in theatricsโ? Like these ones?โ
He looked like a man physically trying to reboot his entire mind as he stood there with his arms limp at his sides.
โI mean,โ you went on casually, โI could button back up. But you look like youโre thinking more clearly now. Maybe I should flash you at the start of every argument. Might save time.โ
For the first, he blinked and broke out of his spell, but his voice was as hoarse as expected. โThat is wholly inappropriate.โ
โMhm. So is starting a lecture before Iโve even finished breakfast.โ
Moving closer until you were right before him, you leaned in for your breasts brushed his chest through his kosode.
โYou gonna keep going, or are you finished being my noble disciplinarian for the day?โ
His lips twitched just a fraction, but the faint smirk was there.
โYou may cover up now.โ
You grinned. โOnly if you say please.โ
Fortunately for you, he didnโt say please and you didnโt cover up. Instead, the argument led to the rest of your closes came offโฆas well as his.
โหโฟหยฐ Urahara Kisuke
โYou knew that would make things worse! But you still opened your mouth andโno, donโt do that thing with your eyesโdonโt look at me like Iโm the one being irrational when youโโ
โIโm not looking at you like anything,โ you retorted, sitting with arms folded across your chest. โYouโre ranting over something that doesnโt even matter.โ
โDoesnโtโ?!โ He stopped mid-step, face twisting into disbelief. โYou made a deal with Kurotsuchi! Kurotsuchi, of all people! Thatโs like asking a Hollow to babysit a Shinigamiโs child!โ
That comparison made you flinched a little, but your tolerance was already threadbare. โHe owed me a favour, so I cashed it in. End of story.โ
โYou donโt make side deals with men like that. You know what kind of twisted shit he pulls, and you think Iโm just supposed to shrug and go, โOh well, sheโll probably surviveโ?โ he growled much darker than his usual argumentative tone.
Rolling your eyes, utterly exhausted, you clearly didnโt have the strength for thisโfor his righteous anger, for the way he got when he cared too much but refused to call it that. And the direction he was still heading, waving his arms like he needed to physically swat away the idiocy of your actions, was exhausting.
โDo you even think about what I have to do to clean up after you when you get in over your head? Or do you just assume Iโll come running to patch up whatever mess you leave behind? Because if you do, then you clearly donโtโโ
Zoning out his voice, you calmly reached up and unbuttoned your top mid-rant until the fabric fell open just enough to bare your tits fully. Not a single word followed your actions, just a simple recline of your position against the chair and a smug expression crossing your face as you stared at him.
Whatever words he was halfway into prattling, died on his tongue as his jaw reached the floor. A subtle blink, once, then twice, before his lashes batted against his cheeks. Then very slowly, as if the air itself had stopped working in his lungs, he took a breath and whispered, โ...Are you serious right now?โ
You shrugged with a nonchalant hum, tits still out, eyes daring him to continue like it was a totally normal negotiation strategy.
Stunned in silence, his eyes dropped without his permission, flicking to your chest, then back to your face. Then dropped again, lingering this time, eyes dragging over the swell of each breast like he was trying to memorise the curves thatโd just sucker-punched his entire argument into oblivion.
โI wasโwhat were weโโ He cleared his throat, visibly recalibrating. โWe were fighting. Right. Something about...ethics, and possibly your complete lack of themโwait no, thatโs not what I meantโโ
Encouraged by his reaction, you gave your tits a subtle little bounce, just enough to send them jiggling. Not even seductiveโjust disrespectful enough to underline your complete disinterest in continuing the conversation.
Kisuke swore under his breath and dragged a hand down his face, grinning despite himself.
โThis is against proper argumentative ethics,โ he muttered. โWeaponised nudity is a crime.โ
โWorked, didnโt it?โ
He was still staring, trying and failing to look serious. โYou canโt just flash me mid-rant and think itโs a valid strategy.โ
โBut I did flash you mid-rant. And you stopped ranting. Thatโs called success.โ
With a heavy, defeated sigh, he dropped onto the floor in front of you, reaching out with both hands to cup your tits like they were sacred objects now deserving proper attention, and gave them a gentle squeeze, thumbing your nipples until they hardened under his touch, eyes softening, frustration draining from his face. โYouโre still reckless,โ he muttered quietly, kissing the curve of one breast. โStill infuriating. Still dangerously attractive when you do dumb shit.โ
You only hummed, letting his tongue drag over your nipple with slow, lazy strokes, now arching into his mouth just to hear the way he moaned at the taste of you. Threading your fingers through his messy blond hair as he licked and sucked, hot breath now replacing angry words, tongue circling like he was trying to replace every insult with worship, you grinned
โYouโre not mad anymore?โ you teased.
โOh, Iโm furious,โ he muttered, muffled by your tits. โBut Iโm also busy.โ
โหโฟหยฐ Izuru Kira
You quiet-toned boyfriend was never one to raise his voice, but today he was pacingโactually pacingโacross the garden of the 3rd Division barracks with that deep crease in his brow and his arms moving in exaggerated frustration. The golden sunlight made his blond hair gleam, and his lieutenant badge clinked slightly as he turned, again and again, caught in the rhythm of his agitation.
โYou could have waited, at least,โ he grumbled, gesturing with a sharp motion of his hand. โI was in the middle of resolving the forms with the 5th, and you justโyou just charged in like it was a battlefield!โ
โIt was an interdivisional meeting, Kira. Not a hostage situation.โ
โThatโs not the point! You undermined the entire chain of command, again! Do you even know how much work Iโve had to do to smooth over that stunt?! Youโโ
He turned again, mid-rant, hands now dragging through his hair in exasperation. It wasnโt even about the meeting anymoreโhis rants always turned into a swirl of emotional exhaustion and pent-up guilt.
โI try to defend you,โ he muttered, half to himself and pacing faster. โEvery time you do something like this. Every time I tell them, no, she means well. Sheโs just passionate. But you keepโyou keep doing it, and Iโโ
โKira.โ
Ignoring you, going off again about your โpattern of disruption,โ your โhabit of steamrolling meetings,โ and how โjust onceโ he wished he didnโt have to apologise for you to half the Gotei-13.
โIzuru.โ
โWhat?!โ he barked, turning around mid-strideโand froze.
There you had already stood with your kosode pulled open and your breasts on display. You werenโt even wearing your binder underneathโit was warm todayโand the look on his face was a slow-motion slide from stunned to panicked. Round eyes, mouth hitting the ground, and stiff shoulders; hilarious.
โYou were saying something about apologising for me?โ
โIโwhatโwhat are you doing?!โ
โInterrupting your panic spiral. Successfully, I might add.โ
Spiralling into a further panic, he started waving his hands and searching around like someone might be watching, which was rich considering you were deep in the garden where no one ever came this time of day. โYouโyou canโt justโthis isโ!โ
โCanโt just what, Izuru?โ you grinned while stepping forward for your breasts to meet his chest.
Internally dying, he stared directly at your chest, then visibly flinched and forced his eyes up to the sky. โYouโre not even listening to me,โ he mumbled.
โNope,โ you said cheerfully. โBecause you werenโt saying anything helpful. You were just stress-spiralling like usual, and I didnโt want to waste another thirty minutes waiting for you to reach the end of your guilt parade.โ
โThis isnโt how you end an argument!โ he hissed, still refusing to look directly at you. โThis isโthis is inappropriate! This is harassment!โ
โOh please. Youโve been in love with these tits since the first time I rode you in the hot springs that one winter night.โ
โThatโsโthatโs notโโ His mouth flapped like a goldfish, opening and closing repeatedly, unable to formulate a proper statement.
โCome on, Kirs.โ You bounced them slightly. โLook me in the eyes and tell me you havenโt fantasised about burying your face right here.โ
Silence.
โI thought so,โ you cooed sweetly, and reached forward to pinch his chin between your fingers. โNow stop yelling and start thinking with your real brain.โ
โIโโ he squeaked, โโI need to sit down.โ
You smirked and let go of his chin.
โAnd I donโt need to be lectured like a cadet by my flustered lieutenant boyfriend,โ you whispered as you leaned over, letting your tits fall on his face and smoother him with the innocent intentions to calm him down.
โหโฟหยฐ Jugram Haschwalth
You stood in your shared quarters, one boot still unlaced because heโd started his bloody lecture the moment you stepped inside, ready to undress.
โYouโre reckless,โ he snapped, brows drawn, and his tone too smooth for how pissed he clearly was. โCharging ahead when you knew they outnumbered you. Youโre not invincible. Just because Iโve pulled you out of enough traps doesnโt mean Iโll always get there in time.โ
Tired of hearing the same polished concern disguised as scolding, you rolled your eyes. โJugramโโ
โNo. Donโt interrupt me when Iโm trying to make you understand. It isnโt just about you. What if someone else had to take a hit for you? What if someoneโโ
Sighing as you two went down the same road countless times, again and again like a merry-go-round, you began undressing as you originally intended, ignoring his words. Removing each your coat, followed by your jacket and shirt, you didnโt even bother to unbutton your shirt ceremoniously, just popping it open, buttoned scattering on the carpet and flashing your tits out for him.
A thousands times heโd seen them, and still, a thousand times all over again, he was frozen in place as they sat there all ripe and tempting for his eyes.
โโฆWhat the hell are you doing,โ he muttered after a moment, and now trembling slightly with something entirely different from anger. As dedicated and stern of a man he was, everyone man had his weakness.
โI got tired of hearing you go on and on like Iโm a child,โ you murmured dryly, your tits still out and nipples hardening under the cool air. โFigured this would shut you up faster.โ
It only made his eyes trailed downwards, hungrily and angrily, betrayed by his own natural instincts. Darting his tongue out to wet his lips, his jaw tightening as he tried to stop himself from reacting, and was failing miserably.
โYou canโt simply flash me in the middle of an argument,โ he growled, but his eyes were locked onto the soft bounce of your breasts, the way your nipples had hardened slightly under the cool air.
โYou didnโt stop,โ you grinned with a lazy shrug, sauntering towards him with a seductive strut. โYou only seem to respond when I stop speaking and do something.โ
โPut them away.โ His gaze flickered back up to yours, dark now.
โMake me.โ
The mere audacity of you to challenge him led to him stepping forward so fast, you barely had time to brace before your back hit the nearest wall. One of his hands slammed beside your head, the other cupped your bare breast, while his rough thumb brushed your nipple. โYou think this is a game?โ he hissed.
โYou were too busy scolding me like a subordinate instead of fucking me like a lover,โ you shot back and tilted you chin in defiance. โYouโre so predictable. Lecturing until your cockโs hard and you donโt know what to do with yourself.โ
Exhaling sharply and biting back a curse as his hand slid down to your waist, his grip tightened. โI should leave you standing here like this. Let you stew in the mess you made.โ
โBut you wonโt. You never do,โ you purred as you leaned forward and allowed your lips to brush the base of his throat.
Within seconds, he dragged you off the wall and tossed you onto the couch, removing his coat and jacket, ready to teach you a lesson.
โหโฟหยฐ Ishida Uryu
โYou omitted the part where you directly contradicted a senior officerโs orders. Thatโs deliberate, reckless, andโโ
You sat across from him, slumped in the chair, and bored out of your mind, idly picking at your nail. โI did what worked. End of story.โ
โItโs not the end of the story. Youโre jeopardising our trust with the higher-ups! This is exactly the kind of thing that makes collaboration impossibleโyour refusal to listen, toโare you even listening to me?โ
โNo,โ you said plainly, then stood up, walked over, and unbuttoned your top in three brisk flicks. Pulling your shirt open and letting your breasts spill out in front of his shocked, rapidly flushing face, giving them a subtle jiggle and pushing them further into his face. โThere. Iโm listening now. Are you?โ
He could feel his jaw tensing the close you got to his face. By now, his hands were gripping the edge of the table as he staredโno, gawked. His glasses were sliding down the bridge of his nose, mouth opening again but no sound came outโhe looked helplessly at your tits, then your face, then your tits again.
โWhโwhat the hell,โ he croaked, adjusting his glasses with trembling fingers. โYou canโt justโthis isnโtโ!โ
You stepped closer, letting your exposed chest brush against his arm. โStill talking and lecturing. I bet if I put your hand right hereโโ you grabbed one of his and placed it firmly over your breast, watching the way his fingers twitched, โโyouโd stop.โ
Well, it was then he looked like he might short-circuit.
โThis is sexual harassment, you know.โ
Scoffing at his attempt at fighting back, you gave his hand on your breasts a squeeze to hold you firmly. โIโm your girlfriend.โ
โYou flashed me in the middle of an argument!โ
โAnd youโre hard now.โ
His eyes widened as if heโd just realised. โI am notโโ
Reaching down to palm his erection through his slacks to prove him wrong and foolish to counter when you had already won, his breath caught in his throat.
โโฆโ
โExactly,โ you murmured, tugging him up by his collar and kissing him before he could blurt out another complaint. There was resistance for all of five seconds before melting into the kiss and returning the favour with the kind of frustration only pent-up tension and an aggressively smart-mouthed lover could cause.
Pushing you onto the desk and sweeping aside the mission report with a sharp movement of his arm, your blouse hung open, breasts still bare and bouncing as you laughed at how quickly his righteous indignation collapsed under the weight of your tits and some clever timing. โNow that I have your attention,โ you whispered against his ear, tugging his belt loose with one hand, โyou gonna keep ranting, or are you gonna shut up and fuck me like youโre supposed to?โ
Hey, what if the quincies (jugram, yhwach, uryu, ryuken) lost their s/o... I've been thinking about that all week after I started watching tybw.
and don't forget to eat well and drink water!
A/N: I just love angst where reader dies. Satisfies the suffering Iโll get from enjoying it, and the sight of the characters in agony ๐ค
๐๐ก๐ฐ๐๐๐ก
He would be furious, a righteous, divine wrath. Heโd curse his own power for failing to protect you. But the most dangerous part? Heโd mourn. Heโd grieve in private, but in the sacred solitude of his throne, heโd press his forehead to something you left behind: a scarf, a hairpin, a sketchbook, anything to feel your presence again.
๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฆ
Heโd blame himself instantly. As Yhwachโs "other half," heโd think he should have foreseen it, prevented it, and taken your place. His pain would be like a dam just shy of bursting. Heโd cut himself off emotionally from everyone, refusing even Bazz-Bโs attempts to speak to him. The rooms he once shared with you would be left untouched, as if waiting for your return. Heโd polish your belongings, talking to each piece as if you would hear him through it.
๐๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ง
Play it off. Pretend. โShit happens, right? Death rateโs 100%โainโt nobody escaping it.โ Heโd sip his coffee with a smile that didnโt reach his eyes. But the truth? He'd go through the motions, but his heart wouldn't be in it. Sleep would elude him. Food would taste bland. Jokes would ring empty. Heโd still talk like you were still there. Even during missions, heโd mumble, โYouโd hate this placeโฆ way too dusty.โ He might probably try to flirt again. Act like nothingโs wrong. But deep down? Heโd never feel warmth again.
๐๐๐ณ๐ณ๐
Denial. Ballistic. Explosive. Heโd shout, curse, set fire to things, scream into the wind. Heโd punch walls until his knuckles bled. Rage would be his first language of grief. And then silence would follow like desolating silence. And if your death was caused by someone, heโll swear an oath to hunt that person down to the ends of the earth
๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐ฎ
Heโd throw himself into work, research, ANYTHING. Heโd try to remain logical, rational, but still break down. Heโd break hard, in solitude, hands clenched against his eyes to hold in the tears. He wouldnโt talk about you unless pressedโbut when he did, it would be like a dam giving way. He'd visit your grave constantly.
๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ค๐๐ง
No tears left to cry. But damn, he'd come colder than ever, even by his own standards. The house would be pristine, eerily still, as though erasing signs of life would numb the emptiness. His grief would also manifest in avoidanceโworking late, pushing others away, locking rooms he canโt bear to see. And yet still, heโd keep one thing: maybe a photo tucked into his wallet or a watch of yours he wears on his wrist beneath his coat sleeve.
EEKKK! Can you PLEASEEE do one where the beach men walk in on you changing or accidentally seeing you naked? Love your blog btw<33
Walks in, see skin, and their brains just short-circuit. Thereโs a solid two seconds where they absolutely can't moveโjust standing there with their eyes glued, not even blinking. The guilt only sets in after the initial jolt of โholy shit.โ Stammering an apology after theyโve already had a three-second visual feast. They didnโt mean to look, they just did. The door shuts fast, but you know damn well theyโre beating themselves up about it...after they've replayed the scene in their head at least once.
โ Ichigo, Hisagi, Renji, Kira, Uryu, Toshiro
These men see too much in a secondโmaybe a bare back, side of a thigh, or the curve of your hipโand immediately look away. They donโt stare, nor linger. Just a low, choked โAhโpardon,โ and theyโre gone with the door shut more carefully than theyโve ever shut a door. Theyโre calm on the surface, but their inner shame is burning through their ribs, and you can bet that the image of you is burned into their minds even though they try to act unaffected ๐คญ
The door swings open, they catch you mid-change, and instead of panicking, they just lean against the frame with a crooked smirk and say something shameless like, โDonโt let me stop you.โ They're cocky pricks and absolutely NOT SORRY IN ANY WAY. Maybe they do step back out eventually, but only after theyโve had their fun teasing you and getting a full hour of gawking. Theyโll make sure you know they liked what they saw, and if you blush, well, that just encourages them.
They don't scream, don't panic. They either don't careโor theyโre so composed they fake it well. They might apologise curtly, but itโs clear they donโt regret walking in. Some of them might not say anything at allโjust take you in, hold your gaze, then slowly shut the door behind them like nothing happened. They mostly look like they purposefully walked in and pretended not to lol
Heloooo! It's the Tetsuko person here again. First of all, I want to tysm for not making fun of me. I was totally expecting you to either ignore it or call my oc trash but ur so niceโก
I have another oc idea, I haven't even come up with a name yet but imagine ULQUIORRA (Yep, we're coming for the Espada!) with an s/o who teaches him emotions. Like the Hueco Mundo food chain is so toxic, revolving around power, but what if his s/o teaches him that peace isn't erasure, unity isn't healing. Order isn't the same thing as wholeness. A person without emotions is a person never taught how to connect, lashing out at a world that never made space for them. Someone who wants closeness, yet never fits the traditional ideas of love and friendship. That echoes loudly in their loneliness. They don't understand the world, so they try to make the world understand them through order and authority. Like a s/o who dismantles the whole Hueco Mundo power system and the stuff about how weak emotions are and that they have to bury it and focus on power
I'm not asking you to write about this, I'm just sharing the concept with you bcs let me tell you, I have SO MANY oc and plot ideas for bleach that I desperately just want someone to share with. That will be all for today. Have a wonderful day<33
HELLOOOOO dearie!!! ๐. I remember you, and it's nice to see youโre back!! And first of all, let me just say this as clearly as possible:
Your OC ideas are NOT trash. They are thoughtful, emotional, and wildly original!!!! A lot of us just need someone to listen and show interest for that support to get up and running. Youโre practically doing what the best kind of storytelling doesโtaking canon and cracking it open to explore what lies underneath.
Now onto your idea with Ulquiorra not just โthe cold guy with a hole in his chest,โ but instead is being starved of context. That line: โA person without emotions is a person never taught how to connect.โ ๐ค
The way you framed Hueco Mundo hierarchy isnโt natural, but a trauma response coded into a system ๐ฉ. The idea of a partner who doesnโt just comfort Ulquiorra, but unravels the lies he's been taught, slowly showing him how craving peace doesnโt make him weak, and how he never needed to erase his pain to be accepted ๐ค. Like a partner who sits with him in the void, not trying to fill it, but showing him that even emptiness can echo with someone elseโs voice beside you.
This OC of yours could be the first thing that ever feels like truth to Ulquiorra. He doesnโt understand why they look at him with compassion instead of fear. He doesnโt understand why they listen instead of command.
You are absolutely welcome to share more OC and plot ideas with me anytime you want. No judgement. Just my thoughts and full-on support.
