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🔥 may i ask for a smut with a big, muscular and dominant Alpha Bazz B from Bleach and a submissive shorty omega male reader who is a weakling crybaby? With huge size difference and breeding impregnation kink, please? And Bazz dirty talking his lovely omega~ showing him who is the boss, fucking him rudely and mean but making him feel as heaven. Thank you in any case! Hope you have a great day, you deserve the world!

Mine to breed.

Bazz-B x male reader

Authors note: this was pretty fun to right! I hope you all enjoy this story and as always leave any tips comments or suggestions down below!

"Stop crying. It's pathetic." Bazz B's voice scraped like gravel under a boot heel. He didn't look up from cleaning his nails with a knife blade. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed like trapped flies in the cramped locker room. Sweat, cheap soap, and something metallic hung thick in the air.

You flinched, pressing your back harder against the cold metal lockers. The vibration rattled your teeth. "S-sorry," you mumbled, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. Your knees quivered. He towered over you even sitting on the bench—all corded muscle and sharp angles under his uniform. His stare finally lifted, slow and deliberate. It pinned you like a butterfly specimen. "Pathetic," he repeated softly-chuckling. The knife clicked shut.

He stood. The sudden movement made you gasp. One large hand closed around your throat—not choking, just holding. His thumb brushed your frantic pulse. "Always sniveling," he murmured, leaning down. His breath was hot against your ear. "Always trembling. Like a dog....no rabbit." His other hand slid down your side, rough fingers catching the hem of your shirt. The fabric ripped cleanly. "Know what rabbits are good for?" His chuckle was low, dark. "Breeding."

Your choked sob died as his mouth crashed onto yours—demanding, tasting salt tears. He shoved you down onto the bench. Your head thumped slightly against the locker. Stars burst behind your eyes. "Stay," he growled, knee forcing your legs apart. His zipper rasped open. "Gonna show you your place." His palm pressed flat against your belly. "Gonna fill you up. Make you useful."

His cock slapped heavy against your thigh—hot, thick, veined. You whimpered. "Please—" "Shut it." His fingers dug into your hips, lifting you. No prep. No gentleness. He slammed into you. A scream tore from your throat. Pain ripped through you, raw and blinding. You scrabbled against the bench edge. "Hurts—!" "You're fine," he snarled, thrusting deeper. "Take it. Fucking take it. You’ve done it before."

He buried himself to the hilt. Your muscles clenched, spasmed. Sweat dripped from his jaw onto your cheek. A bulge forming in your stomach. "Feel that?" His hips snapped forward again. A brutal position. "Feel how deep I got you?" His laugh vibrated through you. "Gonna knot you. Pump you full. Make you swell." His thumb rubbed circles low on your belly. "Right here. Gonna see it."

The fluorescent lights blurred. Your cries dissolved into ragged gasps. Each thrust jolted your spine against the metal. His grip bruised your hips. "Mine," he breathed against your ear. "All mine. Gonna breed you til you leak." His rhythm turned punishing, relentless. "Gonna make you beg for it."

Your belly felt stretched, stuffed. Every nerve screamed. Tears blurred the peeling paint on the ceiling. His knot swelled, locking him inside. Pressure bloomed deep. "There," he hissed. "Feel it? That's me claiming you." His hips jerked shallowly. Hot pulses flooded you. Liquid warmth pooled low. "Gonna swell up pretty." His chuckle scraped your skin. "Gonna show everyone who owns you."

His hand slid from your bruised hip. Rough fingers traced your trembling jaw. "Look at me." You forced your eyes open. His gaze pinned you—dark, satisfied. "Good," he murmured. Thumb swiped a tear track. The gentleness shocked you. "You take it so sweet." His other hand pressed low on your belly. "Gonna watch you grow. Round with my pups." The words were filthy velvet. "Gonna keep you full."

The knot eased slowly. He pulled out. Wetness trickled down your thigh. You shuddered. Cold air hit oversensitive skin. He hauled you upright. Your legs buckled. Strong arms caught you. Held you against his chest. "Easy," he rumbled. Sweat-slick skin pressed yours. His heartbeat thudded against your ear. "Got you." He wrapped his uniform jacket around your shoulders. The fabric smelled like him—smoke and iron. "Mine to protect now."

He tilted your chin up. His kiss wasn't all that gentle. Possessive. Demanding. But still loving at the end of the day. "No more crying," he ordered against your lips. "You carry my mark." His palm flattened over your lower stomach. "My claim..I got you know baby so rest.” He would carry you out the locker room, getting a hotel where he cleaned you up and laid you off to rest. He might’ve been mean to you earlier but at the end of the day you were his and his only.

Authors note: Well that was interesting! I hope you enjoyed that! Don’t hesitate to leave any ideas in my inbox I’m down to do pretty much everything within my rules! I love seeing the ideas that you guys come up with.

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