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[thezoraprince]

Taking Care of You - Bazz x reader

hi hi!!!! long time, no stories! i FINALLY got this one ready, and i couldn't wait to post it!

enjoy :)

dedicated to dear @rocklover719 <3

y/n - your name 1.8k+ words (1,852) kinda nsfw at the end (take caution in last part)

‘Where is he?’

You’ve been waiting ever so patiently for Bazz to return from the _____ tower. It’s felt like an eternity, and with the sludge falling from the sky out were beginning to get worried. ‘I’m sure he’s fine.’ you think to yourself. ‘He’s probably caught up with this investigation and lost track of time.’

A few more hours pass. You’re sitting alone at the table, Bazz’s dinner growing cold. You sigh in frustration as you carry the plates to the sink. ‘He said he’d be back by now… right?’

Bazz had always told you when he expected to be home, and he was very clear that if he was going to be late, he’d let you know. You remember how hesitant he was to give you a specific time before leaving this morning, but he was very adamant about being home before sun down.

The sun’s just beginning to set.

‘Where is he?’

—————

It was late. There you sat, in the living area of your home, waiting. Waiting for Bazz to return. The sun had set hours ago, dinner was long past, and you wondered if he would ever walk through the door.

There was a strong bang like knock. You got up from your spot and opened the door cautiously to see Dunma, carrying the black and white Zora you’d grown to love. Your heart sank into your chest. “Bring him in.” 

Dunma entered your home and gently laid him down on the bed. “Do you know what happened?” you asked. She shakes her head slightly with a shrug. “I found him as I was heading back from the lake, passed out on the grass.” She sighs. “All I got from him was a quiet ‘Watch for the sludge’ before he was out again.” 

You caress his face with your hand as you listen. He looked to be in worse shape than you imagined. “Would you care to find Lady Yona for me? If it’s something to do with sludge, I think we should at least have her take a look at him.”

“Of course.” She turns for the door. “Oh, he’s going to hate me for having to report this to Prince Sidon.” 

And with that, Dunma left. You sit with Bazz, trying so hard to hold yourself together. He looks so lifeless, yet so… so peaceful. You hear him wheeze quietly, and it does make you feel a little better. You sit there for quite sometime, waiting for Lady Yona to arrive. And soon enough, she does. You answer the door, getting up slowly from your spot as to not disturb Bazz. 

“Y/n! Do you know how this happened?”

You shake your head. “All I know is that Dunma found him on her way back from Toto Lake.”

“That’s alright.” she says, following you to see Bazz. “For now, I’ll treat him as best I can, and we’ll go from there.”

“Thank you, Lady Yona. I really appreciate you.”

You walk out of the room and sit back on the sofa to wait.

You wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And just as you hoped, Lady Yona comes to you with a smile. “He seems to be doing fine for now.” She sits beside you, placing her hand over yours. “I can assure you that he’ll be back to his normal self soon enough. Just give it time.” Relief washes over you. “And if you find out any more information on this incident, feel free to let me know.”

“Thank you again, Lady Yona.” you reply. “And I will. Be safe on your way back to the infirmary.”

She gives you a nod before heading for the door. “One more thing.” she adds, turning back to you. “I know Bazz is one for staying busy, so please make sure he rests as much as he can. He’s very important to the domain, and Sidon’s very worried about his state. He has Rivan and Gaddison taking on most of Bazz’s duties until he feels that Bazz is ready to return.” She sighs. “You know how Sidon is… always worrying about something.”

You give her a smile. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Good good!” She turns back to the doorway. “I’ll come back at some point in the next few days to check in on him. Let me know if there’s anything else I can do to help.”

Lady Yona heads back to the infirmary. You watch as she leaves, checking for any sludge that may be falling in her direction. And when you know she’s safe, you head back in to see Bazz. He’s still in the same position he was before, looking much better now. You kiss his forehead gently before laying down beside him, trying not to disturb his rest. He groans softly from the movement, however, your heart racing with excitement when he does so.

But, he remains asleep. And you decide that it’s probably best for you to get some rest as well.

—————

The sun rises over Zora’s Domain not too long after you’ve fallen asleep, the rays blinding you as you open your eyes. You let out a soft moan of disapproval, knowing that you won’t be able to sleep again until the sun has at least halfway set. You roll over to see Bazz turned on his side. Oh, it makes you feel so happy. You smile at him before getting up to make breakfast.

After some time, the kitchen starts to smell of cooked salmon and eggs. You hum quietly to yourself as you prepare a plate, feeling a rather familiar set of arms wrap around your waist. “My angelfish.” His voice is hushed and hoarse, as if he’s has a cold. “My lovely, darling angelfish.” He rests his head on top of yours, holding you tightly. “I’m sorry I was late last night. A lot happened all at once, and I—” 

You could tell he was uncomfortable standing. You manage to turn around and face him while he speaks, his arms not moving. “Bazz, you should be resting.”

“Nonsense.” he said. “What’s got you in such a tizzy?”

You sigh. “You gave me quite a scare last night, you know?”

“Whatever do you mean, y/n?” He scrunches his face a tad, as if he were in pain. 

You turn back around to finish preparing plates for the two of you. “Go lie in bed, and I’ll bring your breakfast.”

Bazz gives you a questioning look, but does as he’s told. You watch as he heads back to bed, stumbling over his own feet as he walks. You’re quick to help him, and once he’s back in bed, you grab the plates. As soon as he’s comfortable, you hand him his breakfast and sit down beside him. 

“Please tell me, my darling.” 

“We can discuss it after you’ve eaten.”

—————

“It’s all a blur, really.” he says, taking another bite of salmon. 

You’re quiet, still chewing the last bite of your food. You grab Bazz’s plate from him once he’s finished and take them back to the kitchen. It doesn’t take long for you to return, Bazz still trying to tidy up whatever he can manage to.

“Bazz, please lie down.” You knew this was going to be a hard time for both of you, but you never expected Bazz to disregard his state completely.

“Y/n please. I’m only trying to help.” he frowns.

You walk over to him as he’s crawling back into bed, placing the blanket over his body. “You can help by letting me take care of you.” You sit beside him, placing your hand over his that’s resting just below his chest. “Please…”

He exhales loudly. “Fine…”

You kiss his cheek softly before laying down. “So, what exactly happened?”

He takes a moment to respond, thinking hard about the incident. “Again, it’s mostly a blur. All I remember is getting pelted by sludge, Link using some splash fruit to clear it, and then taking a breather before making my way back. I don’t remember much after that, or even getting home.”

“Oh, Bazz…” 

“But at least I made it home… somehow.” 

You swallow. Hard. “Well, yes, but…”

“But what?”

“Dunma brought you home.”

Bazz gives you a stern, yet anxious expression. “Whatever do you mean?”

“Dunma brought you home.” you say once more. “Dunma found you.” Bazz was silent. “It was late. Very late. I was just about to turn in when she stopped by.” Tears start to fill your eyes. “Bazz, I was so worried I’d lost you, your body almost lifeless as it lie here. I— I don’t want to— to lose you.” You start to sob into your hands.

Bazz slowly reaches for your face, wiping your tears with his thumb. “Oh, my darling.” You look up at him giving you a reassuring smile. “I promise I’ll be around for a long time.”

“You can’t promise that, Bazz!” Somehow you manage to cry harder. Bazz pulls you into his chest, stroking your hair.

“Shh shh.” He holds you tightly. “My sweet, darling y/n. I know how much you worry when I’m away, and it’s alright.” You once again look at him, him nuzzling his forehead into yours almost immediately. “Let me reassure you that I’m not going anywhere.”

You’re both silent for quite sometime, Bazz gently rubbing your back to soothe your cries. He slips his free hand into yours and kisses your forehead.

“Are you sure this is comfortable for you?” you ask, almost whispering.

Bazz matched your tone, yet a little more softly. “Right now, I… I need you close to me.” He pauses, squeezing your hand. “It’ll help me feel better.”

—————

Over the next few weeks, Bazz is much better than he’s been. You share the information you got with Lady Yona, and she’s more than relieved to know Bazz fis in a much better state. More caution’s advised to the residence in the domain, mostly for the safety of the children and those not in the Zora Royal Guard.

“Do you have to return to your duties?” you ask. 

Though Bazz is healed, you’re hesitant to let him return to work. Just the thought of it terrifies you.

He nods, a little more reluctantly than you expect. “I do.” He takes your hand into his, pulling you close. “Though, I don’t wish to leave you for more than a second, my angelfish.” 

You exhale, feeling a little sad. “Please be safe.”

“I will.” He places his lips on yours. “I… will…” 

Slowly, he presses his lips to yours once more, one hand caressing your cheek, and the other pulling you closer and closer with every movement. He pulls away for just a moment to look at you, eyeing you in a way that makes your heart flutter. “Oh, y/n…” 

He has this look in his eye, something only you would know. “Work can wait.” he breathes. He picks you up, your legs wrapping around his torso as he carries you back to bed. The door shuts behind him as you both enter the bedroom.

“It’s my turn to take care of you.”

[satsugacafe]

「 𝐖𝐞’𝐯𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞! 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 」

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Yhwach, Jugram, Askin, Bazz-B, Ryuken, Uryu, Shunsui, Jushiro, Byakuya, Kisuke, Shinji, Aizen, Gin, Hisagi, Kira, Toshiro, Zaraki, Renji, Ichigo, Unohana, Grimmjow, Starrk, Ulquiorra

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, brat taming, 18+content

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

「 Ultimate Brat Tamers 」

They don’t just tolerate your bratty behaviour—they crave it. To them, it’s a challenge, a game where they already know the outcome, and you only exist to play your role. When you start acting out, mouthing off or rolling your eyes at their authority, they don’t react right away. They’ll let you build up your confidence, feeding into your illusion of control. A flicker of amusement will cross their faces when you push them too far, but they won’t act—not yet. They enjoy the anticipation, the look of defiance in your eyes as you think you’ve won.

But once they’ve had enough, there’s no hesitation. They’ll close the distance between you with a calm, predatory energy, cornering you until there’s nowhere left to run. Their hand will find its way to your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp as they pin you against the wall. “You’ve been awfully bold tonight,” they’ll murmur, their lips brushing against yours without giving you the satisfaction of a kiss. “Do you think I’d just let you get away with that? Poor thing, you’re in for a rude awakening.” Their words are soft, almost affectionate, but the glint in their eyes is anything but.

What follows isn’t just punishment—it’s a performance. They take their time, savouring every whimper and plea that escapes your lips as they remind you exactly who’s in charge. They’ll have you begging, not just for mercy, but for more, dragging you to the brink of pleasure only to pull back at the last second. “Oh no, love. You wanted to act up, so now you’ll take everything I give you. Don’t you dare think about cumming until I say so.” They relish your submission, taking you apart piece by piece until there’s nothing left of your defiance. By the end, you’re trembling and spent, but you both know you’ll act up again soon—it’s their favourite game, after all.

— Yhwach, Aizen, Jugram, Zaraki, Renji, Ichigo, Grimmjow, Bazz-B

「 Sneaky Brat Tamers 」

They’re infuriatingly calm in the face of your attitude, which only makes you act out more. You’ll throw tantrums, roll your eyes, and push every button you can think of, and they’ll just sit there with a faint smirk, as if they find your antics amusing. They’ll let you think you’re winning, that they’re too lazy or indifferent to care about your behaviour. But beneath that nonchalant exterior, they’re biding their time, mentally noting every time you’ve stepped out of line.

They’ll wait until you’ve let your guard down, completely unsuspecting of their plans. Maybe it’s after a quiet evening when you’re feeling relaxed and content, or perhaps they’ll strike after a particularly bratty outburst when you think they’ve let it slide. They’ll approach you casually, pulling you close with that same infuriating smirk. “You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” they’ll say. “I’ve been keeping track, you know. All those little stunts you’ve pulled—they’ve added up.”

Before you can respond, they’ll have you pinned, their hands roaming possessively as they list off every time you’ve tested their patience. “You thought I didn’t notice? Cute. Now, let’s see if you can keep track, too.” They’ll make you count each punishment, their tone teasing but their actions anything but. For every mistake, there’s a sharp slap, a lingering touch, or a denial of pleasure that leaves you gasping. They’ll drag it out, savouring your squirming and begging as they take their time teaching you a lesson. “Don’t worry, love. We’ve got all night,” they’ll whisper with amusement as they push you to your limits.

— Gin, Kisuke, Shunsui, Askin, Starrk, Shinji, Unohana

「 One-time Brat Tamer 」

They’re not the type to obsess over your attitude. Most of the time, they’ll let your sass and tantrums slide, brushing it off as harmless fun. But when you push them too far, they’ll strike with the kind of intensity that leaves you reeling. It’s not calculated or premeditated—it’s an immediate, visceral response to you crossing the line.

You won’t see it coming. They’ll approach you with an unnerving calm, their voice steady as they tell you to step aside with them. There’s no hint of what’s to come until you’re alone, the door shutting behind you with a definitive click. Then, in a flash, they’ve got you pinned, their body pressing you against the nearest surface as their lips brush against your ear. “You’ve been testing me all night,” they’ll murmur. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? That I’d let you get away with it?”

They won’t rush. Their movements are deliberate, their touches firm but controlled as they remind you exactly who you’re dealing with. “Apologies won’t cut it,” they’ll say, their hands roaming over your body as they take their time unravelling your composure. They’ll push you to your limits, leaving you breathless and trembling by the time they’re done. But once it’s over, they’ll make it clear—this was a one-time event, a lesson you’re expected to remember. “Don’t make me do this again,” they’ll warn, as they press a final kiss to your forehead. But there’s a glint of satisfaction in their eyes, a hint that maybe they wouldn’t mind if you did.

— Kira, Hisagi, Toshiro (adult), Uryu (adult), Jushiro, Ryuken, Byakuya, Ulquiorra

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @stygianoir @spellboundsuguru @cookielovesbook-akie @kennys-partner @sovl-society @villainsrtasty @foxycrafterofgreenwood @carnationdoe @darthwhorecrux @kryptoniteforsale @jxstsh @dazaisk0rspe

©satsugacafé 2025: no permission to repost, plagiarise, copy or translate my work onto any other platform or this one.

[multbasa]

The Leap of Courage at Shatterback Point with Link and Bazz

And the Aftermath of The Big Bad Bazz Brigade's Leap of Courage:

[gabelew]

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[merbear25]

Day 12 afab reader getting fucked in the gloryhole.

Feel free to choose any of the following 😩

Shinji, Ichigo, Aizen, Shunsui, Shuhei, Renji, Byakuya, Grimmjow, Bazz-B, Jugram

I immediately had an idea for Bazz-B... I adore him and was excited to write something with him. Hope you like it 💜🧡

Agitation was a feeling he felt far too often. Dread of not being good enough was setting in and he needed to blow off steam. With a brothel not far from where he was, the shameless decision to use a human woman for his own selfish release was made.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, gloryhole, vaginal penetration, reader is a sexworker, cum shot, post-nut clarity

Taking you for a ride (Bazz-B)

Facing humiliation felt like a recurring nightmare within his ranking. He had so much more to offer than any of them dared to recognize. Their stubbornness to continue ignoring his potential lit a fire in him.

After being berated by his fellow Quincy in the Sternritter, he stomped through the streets in search of a way of blowing off steam. However, with the night fully settled, there weren’t many wandering the dirt paths. Scoffing at the lack of entertainment, he made the bold decision of crossing over into the world of the living because at least there he could find some unfortunate soul drunkenly stumbling around.

The need to feel like he was more, that he had power over someone gnawed at him. Trudging down the streets of some hell hole city in the human world, he hunted the cobble-stone paved area for some unfortunate soul to feel the brunt of his fury.

When a tattered flier pinned to the wall was tugged at by the breeze, he went to it. Promptly, he ripped it off, inspecting it after noticing the “XXX” in bold red letters. With a huff, he shoved it in his pocket before searching out the house that was making promises which seemed too good to be true.

“What a dump,” he grumbled, scowling at the entrance. Even with his standards being higher than this, his want to be the one in power for once overshadowed it.

Upon entry, the elderly woman manning the desk gave him a basic run-down of how they operated. “Everything is kept anonymous to keep your identity safe.” She peered up at him from the top of her glasses, her expression dull and uninterested.

After paying the fee, he journeyed further down the hall. His steps were heavy when he rounded the corner. He halted in the entryway: the room was filled with an assortment of different women to choose from—their photos pinned above each type of hole being the only way of indicating who he’d be subjecting his cruelty to.

The sight of women’s lower halves being presented, some in missionary and some in doggy, while the standard glory hole: he was spoiled for choice.

Stepping into the dimly lit room, his eyes flickered from the exposed women and their photos. He reached out to touch them as he passed by—leaving a firm spank on their asses or on their slits. The whimpers and gasps that trailed behind him was already filling him with that sense of power he was after.

He continued his fun until he stumbled upon your picture; the sweet smile and semi-modest clothing when strategically placed above a woman who was restrained in the missionary position made him smirk. Your legs had been splayed out, comfortably resting on the smaller platforms.

His fingers ran down your thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He relished in the way your body trembled from the touch of your new lover—the anticipation of the unknown being felt with full force must be a rush no other could match.

With the touch feigning that of a gentle lover’s, he caressed your soft folds, pressing them together to see the wetness bubbling between them from the pressure. He parted your lips, giving himself a full view of your walls. You were already ripe for the picking.

Plunging a finger in, then two, your body took well to him. Just a few pumps to gather how wet you were sufficed. There was no need to waste too much time in preparing you; you were, after all, chosen to be his anger relief.

Unzipping his pants, he took out his hardened length. He slapped it against your clit, which caused you to squirm. Your shocked whines were muffled from behind the wall, further fueling his rising lust. 

Teasing your entrance with his tip, your own arousal sounded as he eased it in and out. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he slammed into you without warning. The full force of feeling him made you cry out from the sudden stretching. Without being given a chance to adjust properly, you writhed under him. His grip found its way to your waist, digging into your skin.

The sounds of you pawing at the wall out of desperation for something sturdy to hold on to only fueled his ruthlessness. As he picked up the pace, you coated his shaft—each thrust bullying against your sweet spot.

Your choked sobs, the sounds of your nails scraping against the wooden barrier, your cunt squeezing him for all he was worth: he didn’t think a human would make for such a good lay.

As your groans of an impending climax seeped through the wall, he planted his hands on your thighs. Squeezing them so tightly they were sure to bruise, he paid your personal comfort no mind as he chased after his own high.

The grunts from you were mixing with the moans of women who were servicing the other men. Heights of ecstasy that before this moment had gone unventured were wearing him down quickly.

Your trembling body, shaky sobs, and the other women’s euphoric moans: it was enough to drive him mad. With a final thrust, he forced his way into you as deep as he could before barely pulling out in time. Each rope of cum laced your skin, drenching it with his sinful display of weakness—mating with a non Quincy. 

Glazing you with the seed of a race you were much below, he thought he was better than this. Leaving you coated in his sperm, he left the brothel, not even bothering to look back. He never spoke of that night, knowing that there’d be consequences from his “peers” who already looked down on him. It was better to keep such a scandal tightly left under lock and key.

Despite the shame that set in, every now and then he caught himself thinking about sneaking off to that place to unwind again. He cursed to himself for the fantasies which were now plaguing his mind. It made him restless which led to reckless more visits.

[brittscafe]

ohh could you do a bazz b one? they have an established relationship and reader is very affectionate towards him, often stealing kisses when he isn’t expecting it and i feel like he’d get flustered over it or get mad at her but like in a nice kind of way if that makes sense??

Awww ofccc <3 This is sooo cute and I love Bazzzz!!!

You think that Bazz B would finally start to expect your sudden, surprise kisses after all this time. His nose crinkles up each time your lips touch any part of his skin and he shoots you a firm glare. He never expects it though and that just might be the part he likes the best is the surprise.

Bazz B leans back into the chair, humming quietly, not noticing you entering the room. His back is facing towards you, but you can recognize that red hair anywhere.

You quietly stalk up to him and wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing a kiss on his cheek. Bazz B's eyes light up and

"Y/n," he snaps his head up, shooting you a piercing glare. You just smile at his glare and raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah?" you ask innocently, squeezing him in your grip. You run your fingers through his hair and he scoffs, turning his head away from you.

"Hey, what did I say about being so affectionate?" he grumbles out, sighing. You chuckle and press another soft kiss to his face, this time on the other side of his face.

He presses his lips together firmly and his cheeks start to turn a light blush pink.

"Hmmm, that you absolutely loveee it?" you ask, smirking widely and Bazz scoffs quietly.

"Go away, y/n. I'm trying to do work and you're...distracting me," Bazz clears his throat, sinking down in his figure. You let out a tiny sigh and lean back away from him, your hands falling onto his shoulders.

You start to work your fingers into his flesh, gently kneading his skin and massaging his shoulders. Bazz's eyes roll back in relief and he groans quietly underneath his breath.

If Bazz B could have things the way he wanted them, he'd have you to himself all day, everyday. He doesn't actually mind the affectionate from you, but he's got his guard up.

"Ugh, but I'm a good needed distraction," you comment and Bazz chuckles lightly.

"Sure," he mumbles out, shifting through some papers.

"Come on, Bazz. You've just got to relax," you speak with a soft voice, sitting down and straddling his lap. He's got a mischievous gleam in his daring eyes as he wraps his arms around your waist.

The tip of his ears are starting to turn red and he lowers his head down, trying to almost hide himself and his expression.

"You're lucky I like you," Bazz growls out as you cup his face and lift it up. You tilt your head and smile at him.

"Oh, I know," you say, resting your head on his chest and smiling to yourself. Bazz inhales deeply, trying to make himself less flustered, but he knows he can't, not when you're around.

[thewritetofreespeech]

hello! could you do some scenarios for quicy boys? like jugram haschwalth, uyrru, ryuuken ishida, and bazz b with a reader with long hair? maybe finding out they have long hair because they always have it up?

You pinched the bridge of your nose as you felt the start of a class 1 headache budding behind your eyes. A symptom of being around the Bambie's for too long.

You loved all your Quincy ‘sisters’ equally. There were so few of you these days that they must be cherished and protected, even if you weren’t part of the group. But like most sisters they could get on your nerves and be almost impossible to deal with. Sometimes you needed a break.

Quickly making your way out of ear shot of the squabbling through the many secret corridors of the palace, you heave out a heavy sigh at the sound of peace & quiet and let your hair down. Relaxing for the first time in what felt like months now.

“What are you doing?”

You jump at being startled by another voice coming from another secret corridor, this part of the castle really just a maze, and feel your face heat up. “I was…just trying to be alone.”

Standing up straight and trying to right yourself in front of the Quincy Grand Master, you feel very uneasy being out of uniform like this. It was undignified, and unworthy of your station. “This portion of the castle is usually abandoned.”

“I know. That’s why I come here.” Jugram replied. Much to your surprise. “They’re quite loud aren’t they?”

“The Bambie's?”

“All of them.”

He then walked closer to you. Your breath catching in your throat as you thought he was going to scold you for being out of uniform. Instead, Jugram reached out and grabbed a lock of your hair. “I didn’t know your hair was this long.”

Your face felt incredibly hot as you looked up at him. Having to turn away from those green eyes before you faint. “I…I keep it up usually. It’s more presentable that way.”

Jugram smiled softly at you, and you thought your knees might buckle right then. “That’s what I admire about you. You always think of your actions in how they will affect the Sternritter and His Majesty.” You were surprised. You thought that Jugram never thought of you at all.

The blonde released your hair and took a step back. “Try not to wander off too far.” He then told you. “Can’t have you getting lost. Try to be back before last call.”

“I..I will!” He gave you a single nod and then went on his way. Leaving you a bit confused, as you stroked your hair.

“Oi! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” You turn around at the loud sound of Bazz-B barking. Able to hear him more than see him with the helmet on your head. “I’m the only hot head around here! You can’t just be running off like that!”

“But isn’t that supposed to be what an infantry member does?” You tell him as you pulled off your helmet. “Go in first and clear the way so the rest of you can come in and finish them off?”

Bazz-B seemed startled for a moment, but it certainly couldn’t have been by your logic. “What’s that?” He asked, pointing at you.

“What? What’s what?”

“That!” He repeated. Just pointing with more emphasis at your head like it he made it more obvious you’d get it. “What’s going on with your head?”

“My head?” You asked. Touching it and feeling for a wound. You don’t feel any and suddenly realize he was talking about your hair. He’d never seen it down before. “I couldn’t fit my helmet on with it up the usual way, so I had to just bunch it up under there. Why? Does it look bad?” You probably had the worst helmet hair.

The senior Quincy didn’t say anything. He just turned his head away. His face as pink as his mohawk. “No! I mean…it looks fine. I just didn’t know your hair was that long. It’s…nice.”

“Do you like people with long hair Bazz-B?”

“No!” He snapped at you, but seemed to immediately want to take it back as he turned away again. “It’s whatever. Hair is dumb anyway. It just gets in the way.”

“Do you think I should cut it then? So it fits under my helmet better?”

“No!!” That was the loudest one yet, and you smirk. “I mean…do whatever you want! What do I care what your hair looks like?!”

Bazz-B literally waved you off as he marched off. Seeming done with the conversation. You don’t cut it, but any time he annoyed you from then on you would comment on Liltotto, or some other short hair cut you saw, and how cute it would look on you.

“Hmmm….I’m never going to get this….” Something about math was just beyond your grasp. Words you were fine with. Pictures, descriptions. But math? You must have missed the line when you were supposed to queue up and get that skill that day.

“Don’t be so discouraged.” Uryuu told you, trying to be encouraging. “You’re getting better.”

“You’re just saying that because we’ve been at it for over an hour.” Time did not seem to be playing a factor in your skills at all.

It was that time of year when all the students buckled down and started cramming for their university finals. This would be the test that decided their future, and they had to be perfect. Funny how you’ve faced literal monsters and nearly the end of the world, but a stupid test was what kept you up at night worrying.

“Let’s just call it quits and help me pick an easier university. Or a job in retail.” You tell him as you pull your braid bun down.

“Don’t say that! You really are getting it. You just need too…..” Uryuu’s pep talk stopped as you started to take your braid apart. “What are you doing?”

“It’s too tight. I need to give it a minute to breathe.”

“I just…I’ve never seen you like that. With your hair down before.”

You thought about it for a moment and you supposed he was right. Since it was so long, you usually kept it up & braided for ease. You never really thought about wearing it another way. “I’d wear it down, but it just seems like a hassle.”

“You should….maybe try it some time….”

You turn to look at Uryuu, who was pushing up his glasses as he continued to write notes, “do you like long hair Uryuu?” He didn’t answer you, but his face turned pink as he started at his notes. His pen pressing into the paper harder.

You might not be good at math, but you could see what this was adding up to. “Maybe I’ll leave it down more.”

Surgery had been very loud. 6 hours working on your patient, but you were confident he was going to pull through. You were dead tired. You needed a shower to get the smell of blood and disinfectant off you, followed by a very long nap.

“Good work in there.” You look up to see Ryuuken following behind you. Pulling off his mask and surgical cap.

“Thanks. You too.” You told him, pulling off your own cap. “I was worried when they put the Director in for my surgery. All that time behind the desk, I thought you’d lost your touch.” You click on the water the wash up some and, when you don’t hear anything from behind you, you look back at Ryuuken. “What? I hurt your feelings?”

“Your hair is long.”

You blink a few times at the older man, then reach up to touch your hair. It was down. Like completely down. Your hair tie must have snapped when you were taking your cap off, but you were too tired to notice. “Damnit,” you curse quietly. Now what were you going to do? “I keep it up because it’s a little hard to practice medicine with it flying around. Why? You got a problem with it?”

“No,” he told you matter-of-factly. Also making his way over to the wash sink. “Actually, it suits you.”

You were a little taken a back by his compliment. Two in the last half hour no less. As far as you knew, that was more complimenting than Director Ishida did in a year. “Well, thanks.”

“Are you on call?” He then asked. To which you sort of shrug in response.

“I guess. I can’t leave until my patient wakes up.”

“Come by my office then.” Another surprise. “I want to go over the surgery notes when you’re done.”

You weren’t sure why, but it felt like surgery notes were the last thing he wanted to go over. Maybe you were just tired. In any case: shower, nap, check on patient, go see Ryuuken. Somewhere in there you had to find a new hair tie, but that could wait til later.

[katsuma6]

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

[gloryhrs]

━━ ⟡ 𝓦𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝓓𝐎, various.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 it’s just him and his significant other; he was a complete and utter darling, despite the fact that he may appear to be a frightening and intimidating man to others. He was the kind of man who never kept his feelings to himself when he was around you; he was openly vulnerable when it came to you. Many didn't believe he was the kind to appreciate back rubs, cuddling, and soft kisses after a long day at work. They certainly wouldn't believe you if you told them they enjoy spending time with you while wearing a cute face mask while playing a variety of board games. As soon as he arrives home, he’ll immediately drop his things and cling to you like a kitten begging for attention from its owner.

“𝐀𝐑𝐄 you sure you won't get in trouble? I don't want you to get into any because you choose to slack off with me.” While he moaned and muttered curses in his sleep, your smooth and soothing voice talked in his ear as you touched his cheek and interlaced his hand with yours. After you prepared one of his favorite foods for lunch and brought it to him, he seemed to interpret it as an invitation for some cuddling and kissing time with you.

The man just scoffed and tightened his grasp around your waist before burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your delicious aroma and barely opening his eyes. “Who cares, just give me five more minutes and I’ll let you go.” He huffed again before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep in your arms. You didn't even try to argue with him; instead, you sighed softly and placed your arms around his neck. You gave him a short kiss on the cheek before quietly smiling. If he kept doing this, he was bound to get into some problems later.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 zaraki, 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐈 muguruma, 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 abarai, 𝐒𝐎̃𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 aizen, 𝐁𝐀𝐙𝐙 b, 𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔 madarame, 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 kuchiki, 𝐔𝐋𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀 cifer, 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐖 jaegerjaquez, 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 kurosaki, 𝐂𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐄 stark, 𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 sado, 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐆 du, 𝐉𝐔𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌 haschwalth, 𝐆𝐈𝐍 ichimaru, 𝐒𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐍 komamura + more!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

© gloryhrs, 093023. — notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦)

[midonamiqui]

my brain : A Zora's severed head (for example floating in the water) bears a very close resemblance with literal fish. The difference isn't noticeable from afar. Now, imagine a guard (like Gaddison for example, or Bazz) doing their morning watch and -ooooh, would you look at that, that's a fucking good catch just below the bridge !!! Wrong. No. Upon closer inspection, it is, in fact, not a big fish at all

me, in the shower : w h a t

[thezoraprince]

Classmates - zora x reader headcanons

“I know you’re closed bestie but I’m just sending this in before I forget it in my goldfish brain. I have a particular classmate in my geology courses that takes every opportunity they can to work with me, and he basically doesn’t do his own work and makes me teach him things even when I don’t understand. I’ve have to talk to professors about him before, and I thought he’d finally leave me alone and then BAM the fothermucker was back at it again!! I get so drained from working with him, and it honestly ruins my day. But I can’t tell him no or else I look like the bitch. How would Bazz/Sidon/Ledo/literally anyone defend their sweetheart from this behavior when they noticed?” - @rocklover719

you and @bertie-bats are literally keeping my blog alive. not because of the requests, but because you both motivate me to write stuff lmaooooo (i have 0 drive to do anything right now, so your presence in my inbox is greatly appreciated)

i only did zora's for this one, and i wanted to add more, but my brain is literal mush rn. i made Bazz's the longest though, just for you :)

i hope you enjoy :) 

(p.s.: i’ll kick someone’s ass if i need to. i’m willing to make the 24+ hour cross country drive <3)

Sidon

he listens so intently as you vent

and he has half a mind to go talk to this person for you

but he knows it would be best if you did it yourself

“Y/n… if you come off in a way that seems… bitchy… then that’s his problem.”

he’d do his best to make you feel better

“You can do it. I believe in you.”

but of course he’s coming with you

because he wants to be there for emotional support

Bazz

as soon as you begin to vent, he’s ready to kick someone’s ass

and you have to sternly tell him no

“Y/n…”

“Bazz…”

“What? He’s a grown adult. He should know how to behave and that his actions have consequences. Let. Me. Handle. It.”

he’d sneak into class with you and watch everything unfold, watching how this guy weasels his way into your space and practically steals your work

and as class ends, he’d walk up to the both of you, pulling this guy to the side

“May I speak to you for a moment?”

you know shit’s about to get real

“I don’t really appreciate how you’re using y/n’s knowledge for your own benefit.”

you can hear them from just around the corner

“It’s uncomfortable to watch, and I can’t even begin imagine how [they] feel. Please stop, or you’ll be seeing more of me.” 

he’d come find you after, walking with you to wherever you needed to be next

“If he tries that again, let me know.”

RIVAN

this whole conversation is ‘I’m not listening as your partner. I’m listening as your bff.’

“Omg he did wHAT? That’s CRAZY!”

he actually lets you vent without trying to solve your problems

being a single dad has taught him a few things

“I think someone has a crush on you. Oooh!”

but he’ll definitely ask if you need him to step in

“But in all seriousness, if you need me to do something about it, you know I will.”

eventually, Rivan would sneak into your class

and instead of talking to the guy about the situation…

he’d give him a taste of his own medicine

Rivan would practically beg this guy to work with him, claiming to be a new student that got transferred in late

and you can bet after that, this guy will never speak to you again

Ledo

Ledo is 100000% taking this class with you

so he knows exactly how everything plays out

after class he’d pull you aside, making sure you’re out of ears reach from this guy

“Next time that asshole tries to pull that stunt, say you’ve promised to work with me.”

he’d sit next to you every day after that

and he’d be sure to give that guy dirty looks when you’re not looking

Torfeau

you vent ONE TIME

just once

that’s all it takes for Torfeau to ‘discuss the situation’ with him

[satsugacafe]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 (𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲) | 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐫. (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 2)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Zaraki Kenpachi, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Bazz-B, Kurosaki Ichigo

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: If it's okay can I request a yandere grimmjow, yandere bazz -b, yandere mayuri, and kenpachi reacting to reader trying to escape.

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: yandere content, hunter and prey themes, kidnapping, violence, threats to physical hurt reader, manipulation

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✧Zaraki Kenpachi✧

˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t even gone that long. Maybe a few hours out on some chaos-run, tearing through a district because he felt like cracking skulls, and then came back bloodstained and grinning, expecting to hear your heartbeat somewhere in the house. He didn’t.

˚₊‧꒰ა The first few minutes were quiet. No scent of your shampoo. No clatter in the kitchen. No footsteps dodging his line of sight.

˚₊‧꒰ა That alone made him irritable as he stomped from room to room, opening doors he already knew were empty. “Oi...quit playin’ around. I’m not in the mood.”

˚₊‧꒰ა With his level of patience, it was only a matter of time before he tore the place apart within minutes. Punched a hole through a wall when he saw the open window. The curtain flapping like it was mocking him. That's when the grin dropped.

˚₊‧꒰ა “So you actually fuckin’ did it. Clever little rat.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Just the sheer thought and idea alone made him laughed. The type of laugh that wasn’t loud—it was quiet, throaty, and dead serious. “You think you’ve got time. That’s cute. Makes it more fun.”

˚₊‧꒰ა The 11th Division had never seen him this focused. He stopped responding to summons. Left Ikkaku in charge. Left a blood trail through Rukongai following every scrap of your presence like a beast sniffing out a rabbit hole.

˚₊‧꒰ა Found a bit of your clothing caught on a fence. Picked it up like it was sacred. “You’ll regret droppin’ this, love. Gave me somethin’ to follow.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Days turned into weeks and he didn’t stop. He didn’t eat. If someone mentioned you, even accidentally, they’d find themselves pinned against a wall with a blade to their throat. “Say that name again. Go on. I fuckin’ dare you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He started talking to himself in an amused, calm, crackling-before-the-fire-starts kind of way. “You thought I kept you locked up ‘cause I didn’t trust you. Nah. I just knew you were stupid.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Every fight he picked with someone who reminded him of you ended with him whispering your name after their last breath. It was ritualistic. Like he was keeping you with him through every bit of violence.

˚₊‧꒰ა When he finally found the safehouse you were hiding in, he didn’t knock, not even smash the door. He just stood outside, waited for silence, and said in the coldest tone: “I’m gonna give you five seconds to open this fuckin’ door before I start removing pieces.”

˚₊‧꒰ა And when you tried to run again, he let you. Just for a few seconds, he watched you sprint until your legs gave out, and walked behind you with that grin back on his face.

˚₊‧꒰ა “All that effort. All that runnin’. And what’d it get you?” he said, crouching in front of you. “Bet your heart’s racin’ right now. I missed that sound.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t drag you back, just threw you over his shoulder like a sack and muttered, “Try that shit again, and I’ll clip you. Don’t think I won’t.”

˚₊‧꒰ა And this time when he locked the door behind you, there were two locks. Then three. Then chains. You were part of the house now. Part of the hunt. Part of him.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Nowhere you go that I won’t find, love. Might as well get used to the sound of my footsteps. They’re the last thing you’ll hear if you try again.”

✧Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez✧

˚₊‧꒰ა He only left to handle a mission Aizen threw at him which was supposed to be a quick job. Smash some souls, toss a few threats, maybe show off a bit. Didn’t even think to chain the window this time. He thought fear was enough of a leash.

˚₊‧꒰ა Walked back into Las Noches with a smug smirk and a bag of something stolen, meant to give to you like a gift. A stolen bracelet. He wanted to see the way your face would twitch, grateful and scared at the same time.

˚₊‧꒰ა Turned out, your room was empty—dead air—and that gift hit the floor with a clink and he blinked. Tilted his head. “Oi?”

˚₊‧꒰ა You didn’t leave a note. Of course you didn’t. He didn’t teach you manners, only submission, and that made it worse.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You little cretin,” he growled, running a hand through his hair before slamming his fist into the wall, cracking it.

˚₊‧꒰ა He punched through the bedframe, tore down the curtain, and checked under the bed even though he knew better. “Coward. Fuckin’ coward. Can’t even say it to my face?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Even the others kept clear, especially Ulquiorra. Grimmjow didn’t talk for a full day. Not a single word. His spiritual pressure leaked like acid, twisting corridors and choking the air.

˚₊‧꒰ა When he finally moved again, it was like hunting prey that owed him blood. Traced you across realms. Even dropped into the World of the Living, ripped through buildings because he caught your scent near a school. Killed three hollows on instinct just to clear his head.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Thought you were different," he muttered one night, crouched on a rooftop, licking blood off his knuckles. "Thought you had guts."

˚₊‧꒰ა Found a lock of your hair weeks later, left lying around in some old abandoned building you used as shelter. He carried that hair around for days, folded in his fist.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You belong to me,” he hissed to no one, eyes wide.

˚₊‧꒰ა He stopped sleeping and started muttering things while sparring. “Bet you’re cold. Hungry. Bet you miss the way I held your jaw when I was pissed.” Laughing between hits.

˚₊‧꒰ა But when he found your scent again, he didn’t make a sound. Just warped right into the space behind you. “You really made me chase you,” he said, voice low. “That’s bold. Stupid, but bold.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You ran, of course. Again. He let you get through one door before tackling you into a wall hard enough to crack it. Hand on your throat and smiling.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Try that again, and I’ll rip your fuckin’ legs off. You get me?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t tie you up when he brought you back. Didn’t need to. He slept with both eyes open. Sat in the corner of the room some nights, just watching you.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Go ahead, try it again. I’ll make it hurt next time. Might even enjoy it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა But some nights, when he thought you were asleep, he’d murmur, “Don’t ever leave me again. Don’t care if I have to break every bone in your body. You stay.”

˚₊‧꒰ა The new collar around your ankle wasn’t flashy. Just iron and cold and his idea of a promise ring.

˚₊‧꒰ა “This time, you’re not goin’ anywhere. And if you do…” he grinned, “I’ll find you. Again. And again. And again.”

✧Bazz-B✧

˚₊‧꒰ა He had just gone out for a short patrol around Silbern, boots cracking against the frostbitten ground as he muttered about how boring everything was lately. Only gone for a few hours, but when he returned, he saw the window cracked open and your coat missing.

˚₊‧꒰ა He stared at the empty bed for a long moment, jaw tight, eyes unblinking. Then the whole room exploded. Literally. The wall caved under his punch, ice melting as he shouted. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!”

˚₊‧꒰ა His first instinct was rage because you had chosen to go. After everything. After he’d let you that close, let his guard down, let himself believe you’d stay.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You think this is a fuckin’ game?” he snarled to no one in particular, kicking over a chair as he stormed through the wreckage of the room. “What, you get bored? Decide you’re too good for me all of a sudden?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He refused to believe anyone had helped you. Because if they had, there wouldn’t be a body left. Just ash. And he wanted someone to blame. Wanted to burn the whole damn ice castle down if it meant smoking you out.

˚₊‧꒰ა Sleeping didn’t exist for him. He paced the corridors, threatened every Sternritter who so much as looked smug. He nearly torched Liltotto when she made a snide remark about “being too clingy.” His fire was constantly simmering, leaking from his palms like his body couldn’t contain it anymore.

˚₊‧꒰ა He started retracing your steps. Found the smudged boot print in the snow, the slight dent in the fence where you slipped through. It was like chasing a ghost, but he knew your patterns. You always paused before turning left. Always checked over your shoulder twice.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Where are you, huh?” he muttered under his breath, riding the wind across districts like a missile. “C’mon, show me somethin’. Just a fuckin’ trail. Just a scent.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He finally found you days later, crouched behind a ruined tavern in a low-ranked area of the Wandenreich’s outskirts. You’d cut your hair. Changed clothes. But the look in your eyes when you saw him—that brief flicker of fear—lit his fuse.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You really thought I’d just let you walk?” he snarled. “Did you forget what I am? Did you forget what you are to me?”

˚₊‧꒰ა You tried to run. He grabbed your collar and against the stone, his other hand burning with fire he refused to use. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t leave me. You stay. Even if I’ve gotta keep you in chains.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He dragged you back himself, one hand gripping your wrist so tight your bones ached. “Try it again,” he growled, not even looking at you. “Next time, I burn the whole fuckin’ city just to make sure you’ve got nowhere to run.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Back at home, he didn’t let you out of his sight. He slept next to the door, watched you while you ate, and ready ignite anything—or anyone—that got too close. “You’re mine. Don’t need a vow or a collar or any of that romantic shit. Just know it.”

✧Kurosaki Ichigo✧

˚₊‧꒰ა When he returned from patrol expecting calm, all he wanted was to collapse on the bed with you, maybe bury his face in your shoulder for a while.

˚₊‧꒰ა Yeah, but turned out, the bed was cold and empty, just like the room and the entire house. Your presence—so familiar it had become like background noise—was gone.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Huh?” he said aloud, staring at the empty room like it might change if he blinked enough. “You out?”

˚₊‧꒰ა A slow crawl of dread slithered into his gut when he noticed your bag was missing, clothes haphazardly scattered on the floor. And the shoes he always saw by the door were gone. No note. No goodbye. Just…vanished.

˚₊‧꒰ა “No. No, you wouldn’t,” he said softly, clutching the doorway like his legs suddenly got weak.

˚₊‧꒰ა This was just the perfect moment for White's laughter to echo, all giddy like he’d been waiting for this. “Oooohh…they ran, King. Damn. Shoulda seen that one comin’. You got soft. You forgot what they really was.”

˚₊‧꒰ა “Shut up,” Ichigo snapped out loud, staggering back into the centre of the room. “Just—shut up!”

˚₊‧꒰ა “C’mon. You really think they loved you like that? You think they wanted this?” White taunted. “You turned a golden cage into a prison. They saw it. Felt it. And now they’re gone.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Eating and sleeping were non-existent at this point. Just moving and checking every damn place you’d ever mentioned. He hovered outside Urahara’s shop until he was practically a ghost.

˚₊‧꒰ა And the whole time, White was there, finding the chase exhilarating. “Our little mouse is quite good at hiding. I’m liking this game far too much. Be a shame when it’s all over.”

˚₊‧꒰ა The shift came slow. Ichigo didn’t break down. He simply closed off to become colder, sharper and more efficient. His kindness drained with each step, and smiling wasn’t a thing of his. That hesitation of his, gone.

˚₊‧꒰ა But when he finally found you hiding out in some old building where the homeless resided, he stood behind you in the hallway like a ghost. “You really thought I wouldn’t find you?”

˚₊‧꒰ა You turned, eyes wide, lips trembling. There he was. No smiling, just desperation. Didn’t need to raise his voice, while you felt White’s glee bleeding through his skin and itching to break free.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You thought I was being overbearing. Controlling. I wasn’t,” he whispered strained, holding back himself from going crazy. “I was being careful. I was keeping you safe. But now? Now you don’t get a choice.”

˚₊‧꒰ა The return trip filled with dead silence. He simply dragged you by the wrist, and when you resisted, tossed you over his shoulder. Anyone who tried to stop him got silenced. He didn’t even look angry. That was the scariest part.

˚₊‧꒰ა Back home, you weren’t allowed out of the room. He got Urahara to reinforced it with spiritual barriers, hand-sealed kido, and White watched through his eyes, amused. “Now we’re on the same page, King. You wanna keep them? You do it our way.”

˚₊‧꒰ა From then on, he sat beside you every night, eyes shadowed, hands gentle, voice low. “You don’t have to like me. Just stay. That’s all. Just…stay this time.”

˚₊‧꒰ა But there was no more softness, or warm smiles. Only White’s quiet warnings when he slipped out. “This is the price of walking away. You broke the chains he tried to make gentle. Now they’ll never loosen again.”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @stygianoir @cactimorada @cookielovesbook-akie @kennys-partner @spellboundsuguru @sovl-society @villainsrtasty @carnationdoe @darthwhorecrux @kryptoniteforsale

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[muzansfangs]

How would Gin, Shinji and Jugram react when they get it in the the wrong hole while have sex and their s/o start crying in pain

They get in the wrong hole during sex.

Starring: Shinji Hirako x f!reader; Gin Ichimaru x f!reader; Haschwalth Jugram x f!reader; mention to Rangiku Matsumoto, Hinamori Momo, Kira Izuru, Bambietta Basterbine, Candace Catnipp, Bazz-B, Robert Accutrone, Yhawach;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, accidental anal sex, remorse, aftercare, slight hints to degradation kink, dirty talk, spanking, mirror sex, hair pulling, crying during sex, dacryphilia;

Plot: In the heat of the moment, amidst goofy and tragicomic accidents that could occur during passionate sex, you end up experiencing one of the worst. How will your boyfriend deal with the situation? Is it going to kill the mood?

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Shinji Hirako.

When your boyfriend swung the front door of your flat open, barging into your apartment with a large luggage and shit-eating grin, you knew exactly what was going to happen. An eventful night, without the shadow of a doubt. At first, you just stared at him doumbfounded, eyes travelling up and down his frame, surprised to see he was not wearing his Captain’s haori and the shihakusho you loved oh so much. You had not been able to see him in a month, since he had taken back his former position as the Captain of the Fifth Division.

You knew it was going to be hard, but there was no difficulty you could not deal with, as long as you were together. And your relationship persisted.

“Well? Are ya just gonna sit there and ogle me? Doll, that’s not the way I expected ya to welcome me back! C’mon, bring that ass over here” Shinji sassily commenced, kicking the door closed with a foot and opening his arms to invite you to jump on him.

You dashed towards him instantly, glorious smile of victory over your face as you buried your face into his chest “You stupid jackass, I missed you like crazy!” you exclaimed, as he wrapped his arms around you and swept you off of your feet. You giggled, kicking your feet in the air, as he marched towards your bedroom without further ado. After all, he was still a man drunk on your love. Even if disrobing you right away might have resulted overly materialistic and egoistical, you had been dying to be touched too.

It was a romantic reunion, no matter what any bigoted stranger could think of it.

You were turned on, when he began to undress you, mouth devouring yours passionately, devotly, as you reached your hand out to switch the lights on. Shinji thought the darkness spiced things up even more, though, and he swatted your hand away.

“Roll over” he eventually chimed, quick to unbuckle his belt, or this is what you assumed he was doing for the metallic sound of his belt clinking.

Maybe, choosing such a position in a room scarcely illuminated by the streetlamps and neon lights of the shops outside was not exactly a brilliant idea. Centuries of fornicating around, however, had apparently helped your boyfriend to find the right hole even without the help of his sight. Or, at first, that was what you thought. Sheathed deep into you, Shinji held you down by gripping the back of your neck. The feeling of him filling you up repeatedly was ever so satisfying.

“Dear Gosh, don’t stop! Not even if I pass out!” you dramatically said, back arching up as his pelvis smacked against the back of your thighs roughly.

“My nymphomaniac vixen! You missed that cock, didn’t ya? I’m no where near to be done with ya” your menace of a boyfriend drawled out, wanton in his voice, cock twitching into you as he pulled out to readjust his position behind you. Those were moments before the disaster.

You whined for the lack of contact, shifting on your knees subconsciously to search again for the warmth of his body “Hurry up, Shinji! I need you back”.

“Have some patience, babe, I’m right here! You’re horny as fuck tonight” he replied, going straight for the kill and pushing the head of his cock back into your entrance. But the wrong entrance.

Dread washing over you, the stinging sensation in the most private part of your body, sensitive, now bruised, caused tears to overflow from your eyes. A small screech left your lips, throat burning as Shinji panicked and immediately pulled back.

“Holy cow, forgive me! Babe, are ya okay? Does it hurt? I’m so, so sorry, it’s my fault! The damn lights, I should have switched them up!” he profusely apologized, jumping back on his feet and finally allowing the lights to illuminate the bedroom. You collapsed on your side, curled up in a ball and taking sharp intakes of breaths.

Shinji rushed back to you, peppering your cheeks with kisses, hoping to calm you down “It’s okay… It happens, don’t worry”.

Your boyfriend was glad you had forgiven him, but the resoult was an immediate cockblock effect on him. He grew soft, as he slumped down next to you “I think we better rest tonight, love. I’ve taken two weeks off to stay with ya” he stated, defeated, still shocked by the accident.

You scooted closer to him, nose brushing against his one “Promise?”.

“Promise”.

Gin Ichimaru.

The barracks of the Third Division were terrifyingly empty, ghostly. When the Captain of the Eight Division threw a party, everyone attended it. No one turned down the opportunity to chug some high quality saké for free. No one besides you and your shrewd boyfriend, as well as the Captain of the Third Division. Working hours did not leave you the chance to spend some quality time together. The absence of new recruits and officers continously requiring either his, or your assistance was a manna from Heaven.

Now, in the privacy of his office, you were showing off your new uniform to a randy Gin. After years of him pleading you to purchase a skirt, you had given up and there you were, proudly twirling around to whet his appetite for your flesh. It did not take a lot for him to nimbly haul you over his shoulder and head straight to his desk. His bony hands shamelessly groped your ass through the thin fabric, visualizing your globes and the way he was going to smack them, while nestled deep into you.

“Damn, I really did not need another distraction at work… — Gin chimed, carefully letting your feet touch the floor, your face’s destination the smooth mahogany surface at your back, as you diligently turned around to slump over it with your torso — But don’t you dare wear those shitty pants again, sweetie” he warned you, provocative timbre sending frissons down your spine.

You clicked your tongue, propping yourself up on your elbows “And what about my panties? Should I wear them outside your office?” you instigated him to slide his slender digits past your folds in one smooth motion.

Gin hummed, pumping his fingers into you painfully slowly, savouring the lewd faces you were making through your reflection on the window. He was done playing nice. The prominent tent in his hakama indicated it was time to replace his fingers with his throbbing cock. It was only a matter of seconds, before you let out a strained whine and banged your fist over the desk, right beside your head, the stretch of his length penetrating you making it hard to breath.

“Shit! Gin— Oh!” you seethed, perching your ass up against his navel out of the reflex aroused from your boyfriend’s ministrations.

He leaned over you, his whole body draped over your back, mouth brushing agaisnt your earlobe “Only after I’ve shot my load up this irreverent pussy! I mean, they’re going to love seeing you all sticky, messy, cum running down the insides of your thighs… Fuck, would you like that? Do you want to waltz around the Soul Society leaking like a sieve?” he hissed, hot breath fanning your jawline as he thrusted into you with a hard and steady tempo making your velvety walls clamping around his cock.

You squealed out, overstimulated, his dirty talk reducing you to a flustered girl dealing with her first crush. Moans and guttural grunts echoed in the room, sweaty bodies and sinful remarks falling from both of your lips, until he grabbed a fist full of your hair and tugged you back towards him.

“Brace yourself, honey. I wanna see your face, when I shoot—” he rasped out, cock slipping out of your cunt accidentally.

He was about to slide in again, but a familiar voice coming from the outside of the door made him flinch and push you back down on the desk, hand over your mouth to muffle your frantic pants.

“Captain Ichimaru, I’m the Lieutenant of the Fifth Division! Are you awake?” Hinamori called out, not even daring to knock on the door.

The disgusting sound of someone puking shortly after followed her question and she gasped, clearly worried “Nevermind! I wanted to tell you Lieutenant Kira got drunk! Rangiku challenged him to a drinking game and I thought to accompany him back to his dorm! Goodnight!” she piped out, the sounds of footsteps fading away reassuring him enough to loll his head back and push himself back into you without double checking his actions.

The strangling constriction around his member was different. Weirdly so. Then, you screamed. A sob shook your form, body shaking uncontrollably, as Gin lowered his gaze and realized what had happened. You cried out in pain, mouth gaping in a struggle to endure the sudden intrusion and formulate coherent walls of protest. Gin’s eyes widened in shock, but the sight of some tears in your splendid eyes and the grip on his cock made him burst.

He groaned, the moment he spurted right into you. A white ring forming at the entrance of your puckered hole somehow electrifying him, but he was quick to pull out of you. Your body finally relaxed, breath labored as you glanced at him from above your shoulder in total bewilderment.

“Believe me, it was not intentional” Gin apologized hoarsely, hands slithering down the length of your back to provide you some comfort.

You hummed, eyes closing in exhaustion “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just… It’s no good crying over spilt milk”.

He kissed your cheek, nuzzling his face on the jucture of your neck “If I give you cookies and make you cum too, will you consider forgiving this poor man who was defeated by a sexy hole?”.

You could not help yourself but chuckle “Gin, please, stop!”.

“It was a matter of time anyway! You know, it always kept blinking up at me, while I fucked you like that!”.

“Stop!” you lamented, playfully slapping his forearm.

In the end, he kept his promise and granted you a mindblowing orgasm and some delicious cookies.

Haschwalth Jugram.

Abstinence and the unmanageable preparations for the incoming war had taken a toll on you. Your fiancé was beyond exhausted, yet he was exceptionally good at showcasing a completely different set of emotions than the ones he was dealing with in front of the others: professionalism, determination, authority and inflexibility left no room for tiredness and prostration. He barked orders around, keeping your comrades in line for the sake of your King. You knew him better than anyone else and you actually believed him when he said he was ready for this. However, it was exactly because you knew him that you sensed he was just as nervous and overwhelmed as you were. He was an atomic bomb about to explode.

Now, it had been another ordinary and chaotic day at the Palace. You were supposed to spend the night with Bambietta and Candace, when you heard a commotion resonating in the corridor. The source of the upheaval came directly from the training room. Curiosity killed the cat and you decided to sneak in and peek from behind the wall. Upon analyzing the situation, you realized a lot of people were gathering around two men. You were not surprised Bazz-B was picking up a fight, but you had to admit you had not expected his counterpart to be the ever so composed Robert Accutrone. It was hard figuring out what had caused the two Sternritters to throw hands, but you were displeased to assess no one was going to stop them.

No one besides your boyfriend.

The sound of his cape fluttering and the metallic sound of his sword being unsheathed from its scabbard made you flinch. Iciness in his eyes, he stepped between the two men and immediately pacified them without uttering a single word. He squarely gazed at Bazz-B, his jaw clenched, knuckles whitening around the hilt of his sword as the other scoffed and dashed out of the room, followed by some lower ranks supporting him. Robert merely bowed his head, eyes downcast, as he backed off.

“I am consternated” he curtly apologized, before leaving the room silently, index fixing his glasses over the bridge of his nose, probably out if habit rather than necessity.

The atmosphere in the training grounds was still thick, though. Some young recruits resumed their training sessions, while the rest of them began to gossip about what had just happened. When you saw Haschwalth sheathing back his sword, you decided to reveal yourself and hesitantly stepped into the room with a compassionate gleam in your eyes. Your boyfriend did not move an inch from where he was standing, always so descreet in the presence of your comrades, but you could tell he was beginning to feel tired of his role.

You approached him cautiously, hand reaching up to trace a path going from his forearm to his hand, still resting over the shiny hilt of his blade. The Sternitter Grandmaster inahled sharply, before suddenly enveloping your wrist in a bonebreaking grip stealing a low wince from your parted lips. This was new.

“Use it”.

A command. An order from the man you loved and your superior. You knew what it meant, though. Haschwalth was evidently fed up and in a desperate need to quell his wrath, to take his rage out somehow.

You gladly obliged his request, eyes closing as you snapped your fingers and a pool of pink light engulfed you two. You could have just walked straight out of that place to reach your destination. If Haschwalth Jugram had specifically asked you to resort to your power, he was decidedly about to make the entire Palace blow. What happened in your bedroom did not stupify you. The moment you reappeared in the privacy of your shared room, your boyfriend did not waste any precious time in superfluous compliments: he shoved you against the wall behind your back. The impact made you whimper out, but your huffs and puffs were swallowed by his mouth devouring yours to savor your taste.

You had missed the intimacy between you two. His hands popped the buttons of your uniform open, eager to finally claim your flesh after weeks of barely indulging into short make out sessions in the shadows. Opening his coat, he hastily unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, leaving you with the task of disrobing yourself before his stunning blue eyes.

“Turn around” he breathed out, hand already wrapped around his hardening cock, pumping his shaft a few times to make sure he was straight as a ramrod.

Once all of you clothes were scattered on the floor, you twirled around and planted your hands over the wall in front of you. Haschwalth slapped your rear, quick to bend you over a little more for him to angle you in a better position. Your moan, strained, wantoned, echoed in the bedroom and the man standing behind you pressed his tip to your glistening entrance.

“I apologize for the lack of foreplay” he stated, cock slipping carefully into your warm channel, body going taut in the effort of controlling himself.

The burning sensation soon dissipated, your forehead pressed against the wall to help you concentrate and relax your muscles. The stretch was immensely satisfying, but this time you felt a tad more excited. There was raw desire behind his actions. His fingertips were pressing onto the plush of your hips enough to leave crescent marks over the skin, pressing down until he could feel the sharp hipbone beneath the pads of his digits.

“You should apologize for not having slammed me against the wall sooner” you heaved out, nails scraping the polished grey bricks underneath your palms, your boyfriend groaned out with the way you shifted around to squeeze him up better.

Your fiancé lolled his head back, golden eyelashes fluttering and casting curvaceous shadows over his cheekbones, as he pulled out slowly only to thrust back into you forcefully. Your whimpers and breathy moans filled the air, your minds freed from the sense of disquietude cascading on you two those past few weeks. He let it out on you, heedless of the slight pain you were enduring, his movements frantic and desperate, eyebrows knitted even if not in concentration to please you. He had chosen to be selfish this time. It was not like he had any other feasible option to consider. The choice was between massacring his underlings, or riling you to oblivion.

Naturally, he knew he could go a little too far with you in some peculiar occasions like the current one. His onslaught on your body was authentically brutal and your cries were starting to sound high-pitched, strained. Among the moans, the unmistakable sound of skin against skin and his lust for you, Haschwalth never really rested. Upon sensing your King was awakening, he tensed and remembered he should have been ready to receive his new orders. He decided to speed up the pace, cock accidentally slipping out of your dripping cunt, and painfully invading your puckered hole.

You choked out a wince, eyes rounded in shock as he groaned for the sudden tight grip of your muscles around his member. Yet, he was quick to pull out and let you go, somehow horrified by what had just happened. You were a panting, weeping mess, as you slumped down on a nearby leather pouf, hands shaking for the adrenaline and surprise.

“I hurt you, didn’t I? — Haschwalth was the first to talk, eyes scrutinizing your face to decipher your thoughts on the matter — I’m mortified. It wasn’t my intention” he explained, only for you to raise your hand and stop him from apologizing further.

“It was an accident. I just need a few minutes to recover” you sighed, eyes flicking up to meet his ones reassuringly.

Your fiancé pinched the bridge of his nose, luscious blond hair draped over his visage “I think Yhwach is looking for me. I lost control because I felt him calling for me”.

You nodded your head, knowing damn well he had to drop whatever he was doing to assist the King. You stood up and walked up to him, hands reaching down to buckle back up his belt “Hey, it’s fine. I promise we can continue later on. Now, don’t let him wait, or he’s going to let you know what a pain in the ass is” you jested, only for your ever so serious man to huff and bend down to plant a small kiss on your forehead.

“I don’t think I want to find out” he muttered lowly, fingers threading your hair as you smiled brightly up at him.

“Definitely”.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! The poeople have spoken and I am glad to serve! I missed writing this format and I stumbled across this request in my inbox. Christmas is going to be chaotic and my time to write is diminishing drastically. I will therefore have some posts scheduled to feed y’all. Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Love,

– Luce

TAGS: tagging some of my lovely mutuals because I love to feed your fantasies @dehemetera @electronicwitchcollection @bankaizen @noirfan12 @suigetsusunny @my-my-my @velaenaa @villainsrtasty @brittscafe @akashis-waifu @sashi-ya @jesurum-says-hi @j-u-u-z-o @naru-mi-gen

[niiusa]

Once I imagined Grimmbazz like cats so let me cook.

Ichigo bring Grimmjow, Renji bring Bazz. They agree to let cats go and see how they react to each other.

In conclusion we have to aggressive cats that hiss. But than in some hours we have the picture where Bazz licks the Grimm's fur.

Also Urahara and this two fluffy asses

[brittscafe]

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐳𝐳

Pairing: Bazz B x female reader.

Summary: Bazz B gets a hand massage from his girlfriend and decides to show her just how good he is with his fingers.

Request: Heyooooo! Hope you are doing well! Can I please get a scenario for my hot fire rooster, Bazz-B? I don’t see many T-T One where he could be angrily ranting to his girlfriend reader about something(I imagine it happens often lol), and while he does that, reader would sneakily start messing with his hands to calm him down and get him to stop? Like touching them, massaging them, removing his gloves, kissing his fingers and so on? Maybe starting cute/gentle and probably getting gradually sexy? He would try to stay mad cuz reader isn’t really listening to his looong ass rant but can’t. He would probably become a bit of a blushing mess because it would be sweet but a huge turn on for him. Could go into full blown sexy times, but that’s up to you ;) Just had the random thought the other day since he always claims to be good with his fingers lmao. So I would love to see what you come up with if you feel up for it. Thanks and love your work! P.S: I really like this whole anon emoji thing so can I claim either ❤️‍🔥 or 🔥? Cuz expect to hear from me often….. if it’s not a problem. 😅

A/n: Omggg heyy <3 Feel free to claim ❤️‍🔥 I honestly think Bazz is sooo hot, it's insane.

Content: Smut, Bazz B being a little bit of a hothead, fingering, cursing.

Ko-fi link (anything is appreciated <3)

The bedroom door slams open and you perk your head up. Your boyfriend, Bazz B comes marching into the room. His fists are clenched and his nostrils are flared.

"That stupid idiot! You know, sometimes I wonder just how they could be so insanely stupid!" Bazz scoffs out, shaking his head in denial.

"Awww, tell me more," you encourage him and he continues onto his long rant. He's spewing out words, left and right, but they go through right your eardrums.

Your eyes glance down at his gloved hands, clenched at his side and you reach out.

"Oh...uh huh," you nod your head, grabbing onto his hands and starting to massage them. Bazz doesn't even notice as he angrily rants on, his voice filling the room.

"Hey...you're not even listening," he speaks sternly, catching your attention. You gaze up at him, slowly taking off his gloves and tossing them aside.

"No, I am. Keep on going," you assure him, shooting him a sly smile.

He lets out a tiny sigh and cocks an eyebrow, pondering for a minute before going back to his rant. You bring his hands up to your lips and shower them in soft kisses.

Bazz stops in the middle of his sentence, stuttering as his cheeks turn a slight pink.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he asks, glaring down at you. You shrug your shoulders.

"Nothing," you reply innocently.

"Well...I just thought you could show me how good you are with your fingers since you claim to be, but oh well," you tease him, letting out a tiny, playful sigh.

Bazz's whole expression changes from hearing your words. A grin tugs along his face and he lets out a chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Yeah? Does somebody want me to show them how good I am with my fingers and how good I can make them feel?" Bazz asks, his voice low and raspy.

Your heart thuds against your chest and you nod your head. Bazz wastes no time, tugging down your pants and underwear. His fingers wrap around your underwear, gazing at the large wet spot on them.

He lets out a tiny chuckle and tosses them aside. "Look at that, pretty girl. You're so wet for me already, aren't you?" he asks, his voice deep and sending a chill down your spine.

He places his pointer finger on your clit and you inhale sharply. Even the slightest touch has got you jumping. Bazz takes notice of your reaction and replaces his pointer finger with his thumb, rubbing your clit.

You wrap your fingers around the bedsheets squeezing them as pleasure starts to tingle your body. Bazz smirks and a gleam overtakes his eyes.

"Somebody's very sensitive," he teases you, fingers brushing against your wet folds.

"Stop teasing me," you breathe out, almost begging him. The look inside of Bazz's eyes changes and they darken in a way. The room becomes hot and heavy as he slowly slides two fingers inside of you, earning a quiet gasp from you.

The pads of his fingers tap against that plush spot inside of you and grabs onto your hip with his other hand. His hand is pushing your body into the plush bed as his fingers work on building up the pleasure inside of you.

"That feels really good," you comment, spreading your thighs wider to feel more of his fingers.

"Yeah, baby?" Bazz asks you, inserting a third finger inside of you. You clench around his fingers, moans leaving your mouth as his fingers dance along your g-spot.

"Yes," you whimper out, heart beat speeding up and a knot twisting inside of your gut. The way his fingers prod right up against your spot makes your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Bazz's eyes gaze over your face, pleasure written all over it. He loves the way his fingers can make you feel and how pretty your moans are for him.

The pleasure starts building up inside of you as his thick fingers slide in and out of you. Wet squelches fill the room along with your heavy breathing, moans, and whines.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for me, baby?" Bazz asks, grabbing onto your jaw and forces you to look up at him. Your eyes are welling up with tears, so immense from the pleasure.

"Yes, p-please Bazz," you beg him, feeling your climax coming on. He speeds up the pace of his fingers and your jaw falls open, loud moans leaving it.

The room becomes filled with lewd sounds of moans, wetness, and high pitched whines as you cum onto Bazz's fingers. He feels the warm liquid spill onto his thick fingers, leaving his fingers inside of you as you come down from your high.

You pant heavily as tears slide down the side of your face, happy ones of course. Bazz's fingers press into your jaw and he slowly slides his cum covered fingers out from your pussy.

"God, you sound so pretty when you cum for me," he chuckles out with a deep voice, dipping his head down towards yours and kissing you roughly.

Your pussy is throbbing still, a reminder of how good Bazz is with his fingers.

[thehypnone]

Give me the weird silicone noise fic I’m begging!!!

I couldn't help myself and not write it right away... well, here's the original idea and one and two additional ones that I took and weaved together and turned into this little ficlet. I recall @sphylor @kroas-adtam @revengeghoulette @moldycantaloupe and @jazz-bazz being particularly interested in this, hence the tags. no nose riding itself in here, but I do hope you enjoy

edit: I remembered this ficlet from a while ago, y'all can treat it as a loose continuation of this one

Dewdrop didn’t even dare hope he would get away with it. Nothing stays a secret in the ghouls’ den and certainly nothing related to sex.

It’s his own fault, really.

For months he used to rely on his imagination alone, fucking his own fingers or a toy in and out of his cunt as he thought about it. After a while he caved in and made his purchase, probably the stupidest thing he’s ever bought.

But it worked well enough and so for another few weeks he took care of his sinful thoughts by riding a fucking silicone nose. Not the weirdest fantasy he’s heard of or indulged in, but every single time he takes that thing out from his toy box, shame burns through his core.

He used to fall to temptation only where he was absolutely sure no one would interrupt him; the main rule was Rain being out of the den. One unfortunate time, though, Dewdrop is sure he’s being teased on purpose.

For some mysterious reason, Rain decided to wear his helmet and balaclava to the rehearsal, without painting his nose black. Of course, why would he, but why would he wear his gear in the first place, if not to condemn the fire ghoul to two hours of walking around with a pool of slick in his underwear?

Still, Dewdrop doubts he knows. The real mistake was him getting down to business right after the rehearsal. He was in such a rush he didn’t even care to lock his door.

He regrets his carelessness immensely as Rain stares him down with comical disbelief in his eyes and a growing smirk.

“It’s not what it looks like–” the poor fire ghoul pants, not moving off of his toy. He’s both trying to hide it and for his pleasure not to end. Lucifer only knows how big of a slut Dewdrop is for some humiliation.

“Is it now?” Rain scoffs. The look in his eyes, the way he stands there, his voice…Dewdrop knows what version of his mate he’s getting and, frankly, he’s as terrified as he’s excited. “Seems to me like you’ve been grinding your pretty cunt against a fake nose. Moaning and whimpering my name, all the while.”

“I–I’m–”

“Oh, shut it,” the water ghoul chuckles, waving an elegant hand in the air; a mimicry of one of his favorite stunts when they play live. He approaches to stand right over the impossibly flustered Dewdrop and looks down at him, his expression an image of condescension. The fire ghoul can’t bear it; he hangs his head and curls in on himself. If he manages a little roll of his hips against the thing he’s still sitting on…well, that’s for him to know and for Rain to laugh about. “Pathetic.”

It’s hard not to agree.

Rain gets on the bed and makes himself comfortable against the headboard, with his arms folded under his head. He doesn’t speak or move for a while and it’s only Dewdrop’s desperation that breaks the silence.

“Rainy, please, I just–”

“Just what, you whore?” the water ghoul growls and Dewdrop curls in on himself even more. “Such a slut you can’t help but sexualize even the least sexual pieces of me, are you not?”

The fire ghoul doesn’t answer.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, I–I do. I am,” Dewdrop stammers out. He can’t see him—staring pointedly at a mole on his thigh—but Rain’s cruel smile grows.

“Move,” he orders. Dewdrop couldn’t disobey under his heavy stare even if he wanted to. He lifts his hips and scoots backwards, leaving the silicone nose laying soaked between his thighs. “Give it to me.”

The fire ghoul cries out in shame before lifting it with a shaky hand and extending it for his mate to grab.

“Disgusting,” Rain scoffs as slick covers his palm. He shakes his head before throwing that wretched piece of silicone across the room. They’ll worry about it later. “You should’ve come to me. Asked for the real thing.”

Finally, Dewdrop lifts his head with a confused and terrified look.

“Yeah, I would’ve let you,” the water ghoul admits, “I love you so much, you know I would do anything for you.”

“I…I’m sorry, I didn’t think–”

“No, you didn’t,” Rain sighs as he finally shifts. He scoots down to lay down more than sit. “Now you’ll have to show me what it is that you’ve really been up to.”

“Oh…oh no, Rainy, I won’t–”

“Yes, you will. Come here,” he orders and Dewdrop lets out a dry sob as he crawls over. Rain digs his long fingers into his pale thighs and manhandles the fire ghoul to straddle him.

He shakes the entire time and can’t help a wanton moan that rips itself out of him when Rain scrunches his nose at him.

“Come on, baby,” he grins from in between Dewdrop’s legs, “take a seat.”