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[bleach-your-panties]

New post! Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Dark Smut🍡🍫

“Suzuya-san, how much further do we have to go?” You inquired of your black-haired squad captain.

Juuzou had demanded quite urgently for you to come along with him to deliver Christmas gifts to all of the investigators in your building.

You currently serve as his second-in-command in the newly formed Suzuya Squad and Juuzou holds you in high regards, always keeping you by his side. He even brought you with him to deliver a fresh bouquet to Mr. Shinohara in the infirmary.

“Just try and keep up, Y/N-chan! We have a lot of presents to deliver before we leave for Christmas vacation today!” He looked at you with his red eyes beaming like stop lights.

Humming and skipping ahead of you, he then stopped at yet another office door.

“Knock, knock! Open up, Akira-chan!” You heard him say as said blonde woman opened the door for him.

She smiled at the two of you upon your entrance. Juuzou reached into his bag and handed her a small, neatly wrapped gift. It was about the size of a square coaster and decorated in shimmery red and white paper with a white bow on top.

“Ah, thank you, Juuzou! That is very thoughtful of you.”

He squealed in childish delight as she petted his black head before reaching into the drawer of her desk to pull something out. A candy cane.

“Thank you, very much, Akira-chan! Let’s head out, Y/N!” He gripped your arm and dragged you back out the door.

Inside his bag, Juuzou had a collection of the sugary, curved candy sticks. What could he possibly be planning to do with all of those candy canes?

—-

You were sorry that you ever wondered.

After all of the gifts had been delivered, Juuzou brought you back to his office and locked the door behind him. 

Once the shades had been pulled over all the windows, he gave you that cute, innocent smile of his.

“Do you want to play a game, Y/N-chan?”

“W-what, what kind of game?”

A devious smirk covered his lips, followed by a thick, pink tongue flicking out to lick at them.

“A fun one.”

—--

“Suzuya-san…is there a reason for this?” Your shaky voice barely reached the ears of your superior. 

The faux-noir was really paying you no mind as his tongue swirled around the tip of yet another candy cane. He had managed to sharpen their ends into sharp points using his tongue alone.

You attempted to free your arms and legs from their bindings, but with Juuzou’s strength and skills you were no match for the intricate trap that he’d encased you in. 

With your legs spread-eagle and ankles tied to either side of his small desk, you couldn’t help but feel the burn and stretch of this awkwardly painful position.

All around you, Juuzou had you pinned with his sharpened candy canes. Some dug into the meat of your thighs, some your tits, and others in various places strewn all over your trembling, bleeding body.

“Please, Suzuya-san…let me out of this! I..I can’t take this anymore! Please, just fuck me!” You begged. 

“Oh? What’s that, you said you want me to fuck you? That’s what I’m doing right now, Y/N-chan!” He cheered gleefully then rubbed his tongue over your swollen clit, sticky from both his saliva, your cum, and the striped candy that he kept rubbing all along your slickened folds.

“N-no…not like this. With your dick*..”

Juuzou leaned up onto his elbows and spat on your clit before using his entire hand to rub it side to side. His movements were rough, but luckily your arousal had you wet enough that it didn’t hurt too badly.

“You’re such a whiny bitch, Y/N. I seriously doubt that you could take my dick*, so what was the point in you even asking me that, hm?!”

He slapped your pussy hard with his hand then thrust his red-stitched middle finger in your cunt to the hilt. A pained shout tore from your throat as he moved it in hard and fast; his fingers were so long, he might as well have been cervix-checking you.

“Aww, it’s okay, Y/N-chan. You may not be able to handle my dick*, but this should suffice just as well!” 

E/c orbs doubled in horror as he pulled one last candy cane from his sack. An extra-large one, green and red-striped with a prominently phallic-shaped tip.

“Merry Christmas!”

*yes, he was castrated which means he has no balls, but he likely still has a dick!

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ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ��ᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

[bleach-your-panties]

Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Suggestive🍭

You always felt there was something strange about Nishiki.

He’s a year above you, him being a junior and you a sophomore at Kamii University.

The first time you ever saw him was when the pharmacy department hosted an informational seminar for first and second-year students.

The department head wanted to encourage more students to join their department, thus recruiting Nishiki and a few other upperclassmen to give the seminar.

Your class just so happened to be chosen first.

As a biology major, you were more so focused on your dream of becoming a medical doctor more so than a pharmacist.

From your knowledge, it was mainly chemistry majors that were most likely to pursue careers as pharmacists since the profession requires adept chemical application.

Chemistry has never been your best subject and probably never will be.

—-

“So that completes the seminar. If you have any questions, you can direct them to the department chair or see one of us after class. Thank you for your time and attention.”

Nishiki announced to the class just before it was dismissed for the afternoon. He was disconnecting his laptop from the Promethean board when you strolled up to him.

His honey-golden eyes drunk in your frame from behind his glasses and he gave you a light smile.

“Have a question?”

A bit timidly, you nodded your head. “I’d like to learn more about the pharmacy program, if you have the time.”

Nishiki seemed a bit surprised - did his lackluster lecture on his chosen career actually inspire someone? 

“Sure. Meet me at the library in about fifteen minutes.”

—--

On that day, you officially switched your concentration from ‘pre-medicine’ to ‘pre-pharmacy.’

Sometimes you questioned your decision, but Nishiki always made sure to reassure you that you'd made an excellent choice for your future.

When your class schedule for the semester was printed, your eyes almost bulged out your head at how many additional chemistry classes and labs had been added to your course load.

Not gonna lie, the first thought that crossed your mind was to go straight back to the registrar and have her change you back.

That was until you bumped into Nishiki on the way back to your dorm.

“You seem distraught. What's the matter?” He asked genuinely with those citrine eyes full of concern.

“Oh, Nishiki! Sorry, I was just looking over my new schedule. My fucking advisor added all these damn chem classes and I-I just don't know if I can do this.” You sighed heavily.

The wind began whipping heavily around around you both, making your hair rustle and Nishiki stepped forward to shield you with his body.

The large, orange and black scarf wrapped around his neck unraveled before you knew what was happening, its thick warmth now enveloping your own neck. 

Heat radiated throughout your neck and you found yourself deeply inhaling the scent of Nishiki's cologne.

“Thank you, but…”

“It's going to be cold out today. I don't need you getting sick on me. We still have that organic midterm to study for, yeah?”

He titled his head to the side, eyes slanting into small slits as he smiled at you. 

You thought he looked really cute like this.

“Oh, right, right. Your place as usual?” 

“Mhmm.”

—-

The first time that Nishiki brought you over to his house, you were astonished.

He told you that he'd been living alone since his older sister passed away and that he supported himself financially using student loans and his job at Anteiku, the coffee shop that he frequently brought you lattes from.

Funnily enough, you would always see him sipping on a latte or a canned coffee but you rarely ever saw him eat anything when it was just the two of you.

You probably should have exercised more awareness since you do live in a world where humans and ghouls coexist, but never once did it cross your mind that Nishiki might be one.

—-

Tonight was another night where the temperature outside had reached to just a few degrees below freezing.

You'd been with Nishiki all afternoon after classes let out. To study for your next chemistry exam.

Since it was so cold outside and likely to snow, Nishiki asked if you'd like to stay the night and he'd drive you back to campus in the morning.

You agreed, of course.

The fire crackled beside you as you huddled inside a large, thick red blanket. Nishiki was in the kitchen making you both a steaming cup of coffee.

He was taking quite a long time, so you decided to check up on him and see if he needed any help.

“Hey Nish, I-”

Your mouth dropped open at the sight before you.

Nishiki's slender frame was bent over the open refrigerator. The pale orange light from the door made a 45° arc across the linoleum kitchen floor.

“Hmm, something wrong, Y/N?” 

He drawled lazily, lifting his head out of the fridge and turning towards you, a cocky grin on his bloody lips.

Red irises with black sclera.

“Y-you're a…” 

Your voice wavered in fear, making Nishiki tilt his head to the side in that same way that you always found so adorable…

…But right now he looked nothing less than sinister.

Before you realized it, you were running. You knew that it would be fruitless - he's a ghoul, no doubt he'll catch up to you in an instant. 

It took him literally no effort to grab you around the waist and pull your back into his chest, making your bottom collide with his pelvic region.

Is he…is he hard from seeing you cower in fear of him? 

“Shh, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you.” Nishiki whispered right beside your ear.

In your haste, the collar of your sweater had slipped down, revealing your warm s/c flesh to his hungry eyes.

He poked his nose into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, taking a large whiff and then sighing loudly in pleasure. 

“You always smell so damn good.”

“Please, Nishiki…just let me go. I won't tell anyone that I know…”

“So what if you did tell?” He barked out a sarcastic laugh. “Doesn't make me any difference, Y/N."

Without even a grunt, Nishiki scooped you up bridal style and brought you back out to the living room.

He laid you back gently on the blanket and situated himself between your legs.

“Oh? What's the matter, you look a little needy, Y/N?” He regarded you with excruciating detail - examining every inch of your beautiful face.

Your bottom lip quivered just slightly as you felt your panties moisten from the position that you were in - Nishiki staring you down with his kakugan, knees spreading your thighs open for him, and that heavenly scent of cologne on him.

You want him.

“You like that shit, huh? Like my eyes? Or is it the fact that I can easily overpower you and have you trembling underneath me like you are right now?” 

He was hovering over you now, face inches from yours as all you could see was red, literally.

A tongue licked up your neck.

“Don't worry; like I said, you don't have to worry about me eating you. At least…not in that way.” 

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ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

[bleach-your-panties]

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Nishiki Nishio

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Juuzou Suzuya

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