#sternritter x you

[my0vershareworld]

𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖…,𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼!, 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖!

Pairing: Äs Nödt x GN!Human reader, Gerard Valkyrie x GN!Human reader, Giselle Gewelle x GN!Human reader

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons, Romantic.

CW: None.

Requested by @rambling-idi0t: Happy valentines babe!! Can I please request as nodt,gerard and giselle (separate) celebrating valentines day with their s/o?

A/N: happy valentines day to you too stupo. AND YK DAMN WELL I LOVE GERARD..DAMN U-

Äs Nödt

he never knew the day of love. he never receive such a love as yours. a warm and soft love. he never receive them before.

you are his everything.

the moment he heard the word love he felt guilty for not knowing this sooner (he'll remember it next year. he won't ever forget it too)

he felt really relieved when you said it's fine.

he get a little awkward because he still does not know what to do with this so called love day. you probably have to explain how to celebrate Valentines to him honestly.

but don't worry he'll know what to do and know when is gonna be Valentine.

for this year he might as well gave you something for his apology. like some chocolate and some flowers he found.

hopefully you forgave him.

Gerard Valkyrie

he's like Äs. he doesn't know what is Valentines day.

he'll be the type to express his questions on the day of Valentines.

he'll ask a lot of questions about it since he wanted to know the full detail of Valentines day. and he will find a way to impress you. like getting (stole) the best chocolate he can find. the most beautiful flower with a very nice smell..that he totally pay for.

he puts you above everything. you are very dear to him. you're like his majesty and he's the knight. and he will always and forever protect you.

Giselle Gewelle

she was quite confused when you mentioned Valentines day. she never heard of such a day.

when she heard of it she immediately got so excited. she wanted to do so many things with you.

she'll get you many many things just to bribe you so she can 'mmm' with you.

she view Valentines day as a good day for her to 'mmm' with you (horny asshole)

but she never view you as a toy like the others (Bambiette) she view you as something more important and something to protect and something to not take control of..unless needed.

[muzansfangs]

Bloodstain.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; mention to past Shuhei Hisagi x f!reader; Rukia, Ichigo and Renji;

Format: multi-chapers story;

General warnings for the following chapters: nsfw, age gap between Sosuke and the reader (who is twenty-three years old), post TYBW events, solitude, touch-starved Aizen, possible spoilers, mention to hook-ups, vaginal sex, use of alcohol, drunk sex, unprotected sex, marking the partner, breeding kink, rough sex, dom!Aizen, sub!reader, accidental pregnancy, protective Aizen, struggling with emotions, mutual pining, self-doubting, domestic fluff, conflict with the Central 46, mention to violence and gore;

Warnings for this chapter: mention to war, casual hook-up between Shuhei and the reader, use of alcohol, self-deprecating behavior, fainting, mention to pregnancy;

Plot: With Yhwach’s defeat, you can finally go back to your ordinary life in the World of the livings, or so you thought. Staying in the Soul Society for another day to attend the celebration of the glorious victory over the Sternritters did not sound that bad, until you crossed paths with your recent fling. Drinking too much to forget about it, you end up falling at the feet of your greatest source of distress: Aizen Sosuke.

MASTERLIST | PROLOGUE | TO THE NEXT CHAPTER

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟’𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐧.

People chattering about unimportant matters, taking swigs of saké, finally enjoying the gentle breeze of a summer night without drawing their blades to defend their lives were delightfully comforting. The Seireitei was gradually going back to restore its former beauty. Some buildings were still undergoing renovations, the injured soldiers and Captains were still recovering from the fierce battles they had fought, but that night people were, at least, leaving their barracks and homes to enjoy the jollifications of Yhwach's downfall.

No more battlecries and bloodcurdling screams of agony echoed through the streets, replaced by the unmistakable glee of a crowd of people who had survived the brutality of a war no one was prepared for. There was hope twinkling in the eyes of the kids playing around the Soul Society, looking for the officers who had saved their lives to thank them and proudly announcing they were soon going to enroll at the Academy. Their parents, injured and tired, watched them from afar, not frightened anymore by the idea of a Sternritter slicing their heads off of their shoulders.

You faintly smiled, your eyes searching for your friends to join them. You were pretty sure you had caught a glimpse of Renji's crimson hair in your peripheral, but you had been dragged in the opposite direction by the human tide marching towards the drinking stalls.

Perhaps, you should have accepted Rukia's suggestion to spend the day at the Kuchiki Estate and attending the festival together. Yet, the idea of bumping into her stolid, grumpy brother, who tended to pop out of no where and make you regret stepping into his manor every single time you wandered through the intricate corridors of his mazy house, sounded unappealing back then.

Still, the perspective of being humiliated by Byakuya's paternalistic way of chiding you did not seem that awful now that you were literally adrift and in need of assistance to find your way out of the flood of drunk and dancing people surrounding you.

You were genuinely frustrated, head whipping around erratically, yearning to spot a familiar face. Apparently, you were destined to spend the night alone. Or so you thought.

Hands sliding down your hips and dragging you out of the crowd made you both let out a pathetic screech and almost draw your blade. The risk of accidentally slashing someone, though, worked as a deterrent to unsheathe your zanpakuto and therefore you resolved on the self-defence lessons you had received from Urahara. Swinging your right arm on your right, you tried to backhand your kidnapper across the jaw. Missing your target, you scoffed and, when your feet touched the ground again, you were determined to knock your aggressor down.

His hand promptly wrapping around your ankle the moment your foot tried to hit his side, prevented you two from spending a most likely awkward night in the Fourth Division's hospital wing. Now, face to face with the stranger, your jaw went slack and you were glad he decided to break the ice first. Out of everyone you could run into, of course you had to meet your most recent fling.

"We need to stop meeting like that" Shuhei jested, cocking his head to the side upon letting go of your ankle and granting you the chance to lower your leg.

Your parted lips closed, hands tugging the hem of your skirt down, whilst the angles of your lips lifted in a soft smile "Definitely" you agreed, nodding your head and raising your hands apologetically.

"I think you owe me a 'thank you, Lieutenant Hisagi'. Maybe also a kiss, or two to idolatrize me like I deserve, you know?" he bantered, folding his arms against his chest, his dark grey eyes vainly attempting to fathom the layers of your mind .

But you both knew there was only one person around who could do that and, surely, it was not Shuhei Hisagi.

You scrunched up your nose and waved your hand at him dismissively, mentally cursing yourself for not having cleared things out between you two before the commotion caused by the war. How could you, though? With you living in the World of the livings and being a university student with a part-time job at Urahara's shop, you did not have much time left to visit the Soul Society.

On the other hand, Shuhei was always swamped with work and dealing with his new Captain was decidedly a challenge. After that one-night stand you had a couple of months ago, when you offered him a place to stay to spend the night after a mission in Karakura, you had not talked about your relationship anymore. What were you two? Allies and friends aside, obviously.

"There's no need to gloat. I'm not a damsel in distress. I would have found my way out of there anyway. — you replied, a tinge of feigned annoyance in your voice as you shot an arrogant look at him — Sorry about it, but no kisses tonight" you added, right before you heard someone calling out your name at your back.

You glanced above your shoulder quickly, eyes landing on Rukia and your younger step-brother, Ichigo, waving at you enthusiastically. It was refreshing seeing them smile again after everything you all had been through. It still felt surreal.

Shuhei followed your gaze, quirking a dark eyebrow up resignedly. Another day wasted in trying to figure you out, another chance to confess his feelings evaporating before his eyes.

"Just tonight? What about tomorrow?" he asked you, a small grin crossing his lips as you felt cold sweat collect on the back of your neck. He was undoubtedly giving it his best shot.

"You are persistent. The war changed you, I see" you commented, avoiding his question as you always did.

"I know what I want now. Or better, who I want".

His words caused you to falter, lips parting as you let the implications of his assertion sink in. He wanted you, he had really just thrown his intentions at your face and left you with the burden of making such a decision over a night, letting it weigh on your shoulders at the worst moment possible. Maybe you deserved it: striving and ripping your heart out of your chest, while everyone else cheered and celebrated the incoming years of peace and stability, was nothing but the law of retaliation you had ended up subjecting yourself to with your evasive way of handling love-issues.

You swallowed forcefully, but before you could even pronounce his name again, Ichigo's voice pierced your ears again and you shrugged in defeat, taking some lumpish steps back to join your crew.

"I really should go. See you tomorrow, okay?" you stated way too quickly for your own likings, hoping he would drop the topic for the time being.

Shuhei nodded his head at you, hands raising to give you the thumbs-up "No problem" he reassured you, but you could tell he yearned to spend more time talking with you. His gaze was longing for more than a frivolous chit-chat, just like it did that infamous night spent in talking on the small balcony of your flat, among the bittersweet scent of peonies.

You two had an undeniable connection. But it was not enough for you. It would have never been enough, because you had, much to your dismay, molded your standards over the worst person ever. You refused to even say his name, to add another problem to deal with to your already plagued mind, even if you had to admit you had not been able to get him out of your head since you crossed paths again on the battlefield a few days ago.

That man, your nemesis, the achetype of everything you should have viscerally hated, was undeniably the only one who knew what secrets your eyes harboured. Your relationship with him was far from being healthy.

It was the antonym of healthy, actually.

A public enemy, an emotionally unavaiable man with a pretty evident god complex could never be able to show empathy to anyone, not even to himself. Surprisingly, though, your interactions had always been quite inspiring. Who was this man? A brilliant genius gone bad, alone, utterly alone. It was infuriating how he could read your mind the same way he read your body language during a fight. Drawn to him, you wondered why you had always had such a low sense of self-preservation and found yourself enticed by unreliable men with a debatable scheme of things.

"Gosh, what did Shuhei tell you? You look distraught" Rukia noted, furrowing her brows.

"Distraught? You've been way too kind. She looks more like a cantankerous granny who got rolled over by a car" Ichigo interjected, earning a kick in the shins by the short shinigami.

Or, as you loved to call her, his biggest 'what if'.

Fixing your attitude, you forcefully smiled, shrugging it off with a nod "Oh, it's nothing! I haven't slept well in that Inn. — you partially lied, albeit your back agreed with your complaint — It's more like I'm not used to sleep on the floor" you added, as the three of you took what you assumed was a short-cut to the village square.

"I will pretend to buy your words. Frankly, just because I heard there's a stall selling plushies of Chappy and I intend to purchase the limited edition one" Rukia saved you, tugging at the hem of Ichigo's sleeve to drag him along and leave you some space to clear out your mind.

You were glad Rukia had seen it in your eyes. You would have caught up with them later on. For the time being, all you needed was a distraction. A distraction in the form of saké and candy floss, to be precise. A weird mix, way too sugary and disgusting, but with your head in the clouds and your heart sinking into a sea of sorrow you did not feel like self-deprecating about your eating habits.

Distancing yourself from the jolly atmosphere around you sounded like a good idea and you therefore decided to venture towards the old barracks. You did not pay much attention to where you were going, your feet led you up through a wooden staircase, your hands occupied by your snacks, as you kept on brooding over your shortcomings. On top of that stood your inability of trying to be happy, for once.

"Fuck it all, fuck me and fuck him" you grumbled, gulping down the alcohol in search for a magical solution to your problem.

You were soon spent, the taste of the saké mixed with sugar left such a syrupy taste indulging on your tongue that you almost felt like puking. The Moon was no longer shining up above, ominous and dark clouds gathered on the horizon, ironically matching your mood. Not long after the first thunder rolled out in the distance, a droplet of water splashed onto the tip of your nose and you pouted. Rain. It was raining.

You could not make it back to your room at the Inn to find shelter and you were way too far from your friends's quarters to make it in time before it began to pour. Also, how would you have made it there in the first place, when you kept on stumbling on your feet and your vision was beginning to get blurry?

Cussing under your breath, you glanced at the doors at your right. No officers were there, or at least so you had been told. The idea of getting soaked not to barge in and wait for you to sober up out in the rain did not even crossed your mind for a second. Marching towards one of the doors, you sighed and raised your hand to slide it open. Your grip on the jug, thoug, loosened, your hands trembling all of a sudden making you frown, as the sound of pottery shattering into a million splinters made you flinch. How did it happen? Were you really that far gone?

What you did not expect, though, was for your knees to buckle as the wave of a familiar reiatsu hit you with such a force to make your rotula ungraciously hit the floor. You were drunk, there was no doubt about it, but you were not hallucinating. Your wary eyes flicked up, the sharp jawline of the man you had been cursing for years and longing for blessing your vision like a lucid dream. The eye-patch, the way his lips curled into a cocky grin upon watching you struggle onto the floor, even his posture gave away the fact that it was not a trick your mind was playing on you.

He was there, a palm away from you.

You gawked, the tall man in front of you peering down at you like someone who was inspecting a wounded animal at their doorway with unbridled curiosity. There you were, unable to move a muscle, out of your mind and puzzled by his presence. He was not supposed to be there.

"Fancy meeting you here" he chimed, hands behind his back, as he leaned forward just enough to make sure your eyes were staring deeply into his shimmering caramel one.

Your mouth had gone dry, it felt like chalk, a million of questions popping into your mind one after the other made your head spin. You were supposed to talk, to say something, to stand up and leave but all you did was whispering a name, his name.

"Sosuke" your vision darkening, as you eventually slumped down at his feet with a thud, unable to withstand the stress and his reiatsu in the poor state you were in.

How he had missed the way you, only you out of everyone, called him by his first name, even if he had almost killed your step-brother and your beloved father. There was no way he was going to leave you, the potential form of entertainment at hand, stay out there alone, unconscious, and miss his opportunity to get under your skin as he always had done.

“Pitiful” he uttered, rolling you over your back with his foot and bending down to hook his hands underneath your armpits to drag you inside the warm room.

You two could not know it back then, but this was the first link in a chain leading to a series of unfortunate events that were going to inevitably end in only one way. The day you were going to hold a pregnancy test in your hand, standing on the threshold of Kisuke’s shop, staring at him with a dumbfounded expression on your face, was not that far.

AUTHOR NOTE.

My dear readers, I am honored to finally introduce you to my Aizen Sosuke fan fiction. I had been thinking about this for months. I still have no idea of how many chapters long it will be. Stick around and find out yourselves. All I know is that the next chapter is going to be shameless filth. The same story will be uploaded on my Wattpad profile under the username of @/muzansfangs. As per usual, likes, comments and, mostly, re-posts are greatly appreciated.

Love, Luce ✨

TAGS: @pseudowho @stygianoir @onyxino @sashi-ya

[sashi-ya]

𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 Äs Nödt x F! Nurse! Reader

ಇ. I had this fic saved for myself, but I honestly didn't think my heart would be that broken when his inevitable end would get animated. Don't get me wrong, I loved Rukia and Byaku's win, but... you gotta understand that for a nurse, As Nodt represents those who you couldn't save. A patient whose hand needed a squeeze, but still it was too painful for him... poor thing. ಇ. tw: medical terminology. be careful if you are sensitive to illness and death topics. it is full of little metaphors, try to understand where I was going with what I wrote. you can ask me too! ಇ. wc: 1k

Before he was even a Sternritter, As was a simple man. A suffering, yet simple man. And you knew him very well.

He was sick, bedridden. It was too painful for him to even breathe. His existence was cold, sterile, and for him so unworthy.

However, there was a Sun. A Sun that would shine a light every time it walked through the doors of his ever-pristine white room… you.

His voice has never been loud, but really, really low. It wasn’t sweet, it was very raspy, as if he was trembling in fear. His short, straight hair framed his façade, the mask giving him oxygen carved red marks on his cheeks and black eyes fixed in a boring ceiling.

Oh, but you. His only reason to smile. But did he show it to you? No. Did he tell you? Neither.

But you knew…

“Hello Äs! how are you doing today?” you ask, with a metallic tray on your hands. Who knows how many pills are in there, but all of them are equally necessary for him to stay alive.

“H- hello… g- good” he said, every time. He doesn’t feel good, he never does. But does he want for you to worry about him? No.

You come closer to his bed, leaving the tray over his tiny bedside table. Taking a swift look at his monitor, you see -as always- his heart rate slightly going up. Ah… he is at least interested in feeling something besides pain and fear about his inevitable end.

“So, Sir Nödt… I’m aware today is your physical therapy day. Nurse (male name) won’t be able to attend the hospital today, would you allow me to do it for him?” you ask. Everything should be professional. You probably were waiting a “no” but instead he took a little time to answer.

“Hmh…” he nods, as much as he could possibly move his neck without grimacing in pain.

You smile, kindly. Your look softens. You didn’t want to feel sorry, pity for him. You really thought those feelings weren’t proper. But you couldn’t help it. Your heart ached too, and you wanted to help him as much as you could… “Good! Let’s make those muscles move with utmost care! Let me put on some tunes too”

You weren’t sure about him wanting for real to do it. He never did, as your colleagues said. “He is in pain, but he is equally scared to feel pain and that freezes him even more. He won’t ever get better…”

Again, your heart ached. What do they know about getting better? Why judging him? He needed help, not critics. And… who knows, maybe, he just needed someone to believe in him to feel better.

You make sure your hands aren’t cold. You wear a mask to come close to him, you don’t want to create more problems for him, a simple germ could cost him his thread hanging life.

You take your phone and press play. A soft melody starts playing. You don’t really know when it was, but you were sure he said he likes the sound of pianos playing to relax.

 Äs widens his eyes. Extremely black orbs fix on you, he is amazed by the song filling the room, he is probably glad to hear something besides the sound of the oxygen flow on his face.

“Give your hand, please” you whisper, trying not to cover the song. You let him choose which one of his pale hands will move first.

He breathes in a considerable amount of air into his lungs, and then, with trembling motion his right bony hand reaches yours. It feels soft. Lightweight.

And so needy.

You begin to inspect his joints. Of course it’s painful for him, not only because of being sick but also because of avoiding to move them for so long. “One finger at a time” you murmur, as you can feel him desiring to grab your hand.

He goes slow. Äs wants more, but he is in pain. He is afraid.

“Don’t be scared. I’m holding your hand right now. You can try to hold mine” you encourage him. You, perhaps, wanted more and even the same way he does for him to grab your hand… Are you falling in love with a patient? A.. dying patient?

He sees you. You see him. He closes his eyes. And maybe a little smile wanted to adorn his lips. His fine, chapped, lips.

“Follow me, Äs”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ.

When he opens his eyes he isn’t lying down in a mattress. He is standing, in two feet. He is still pale, his hands show that. A cold breeze kisses his cheeks, he notices his hair is way longer now as it flows with the wind around.

He can hear kids laughing, and the greenery around feels refreshing. A park… it’s been so long since he stood in the middle of one.

Suddenly, something lands on his cold nose. It’s as soft as the wind, but it’s pink. A cherry blossom petal just flew up to where he is. And like that rosy flower, a million rain down from dark wooden trees.

“Spring? Is this Hanami?” he asks and notices he can speak louder. And when he does, it’s not painful… it’s… normal.

He slowly turns around. And again, moving doesn’t hurt. Breathing doesn’t hurt. Her arms around his waist coming from behind, either.

“Äs! Love! Turn around, I wanna take a picture of you with the Cherry Blossoms in the back!” you chime. Your camera, an old analogue one, captures the beauty of a pinkish rain that doesn’t wet but only kisses your skin with a soft, soft scent.

He is absolutely stunned by your beauty as you walk back pointing the camera lens to him. Your hair also flows. You are his nurse, his sun. What are you doing there? Why is he alive?

“Smile you silly! You are scaring me! What’s gotten into you?” you scold him, his death stare creeps you out sometimes.

As the camera shots and captures his amazed look, you walk back towards his thin arms. “Wanna have some ice cream? Or do you prefer cotton candy? Oh wait, maybe you want Takoyaki?” you excitedly jump, feeling the hard edges of his hipbones against your belly when hugging him.

“I just want to hug you for a little longer…” he murmurs. It kinda scares you, because when he ever said something sweet?

“Hug me for as long as you want, sweetheart…” you whisper, nuzzled in the crook of his neck. He rests his chin on the crown of your head, it’s so soothing to feel his chest go up and down, breathing pure air…  

Don't wake up. Don't wake up. please, just for a few moments now... Your Majesty.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Lightly stalled on the second half of the AEIWAM outline, can y'all send me asks/thoughts about the following:

The Quincy army/Yhwach/the sternritter: the vibes, your meta, your faves, your least faves, who should have gotten a chance to live, who should have died worse, etc.

Similar thoughts about the Royal Guard? Impressions? Who's cool, who's a freak? What the fuck was the plan with soul king's corpse?

How do y'all like fights/battles in fiction? Like what's fun to imagine about a matchup between X and Y? The fight itself? X outwitting Y and avoiding combat altogether? The emotional catharsis with minimal descriptions of combat?

How about wars? What's interesting to read about a war? The horror of everything going wrong at once? Someone using logistics correctly for once? The brotherhood of battle and alliances coming through? Betrayal and suffering?

Any other lore you were curious about?

[yggdraseed]

My Deal with Giselle Gewelle

So, let me preface this by saying that I'm trans. I'm not saying that to invalidate the feelings of other trans people, just to specify that mine isn't some outsider's perspective. There's also spoilers for Bleach: TYBW, but I'm guessing that there aren't a lot of interested parties left who don't know about this. You probably also know this goes into transphobia, necrophilia, and rape, but if you don't, uh... trigger warning! Reader beware, you're in for a scare!

Recently, an episode of Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War came out in which noted bitchy asshole who uses too much product Yumichika Ayasegawa misgendered darling, sweet murderous trans babygirl Giselle Gewelle. It's also implied that upon necromancing Bambietta's corpse, Giselle had sex with her, probably against her will. That's all pretty fucked up, and I want to talk about it.

I started my transition about ten years ago, and exposure to trans or gender non-conforming anime and manga characters in general went a long way towards me accepting I was trans. Looking back, Giselle was one of the most significant characters to me at that early stage. I've always loved her design, and she was the first legit trans character I ever really saw and resonated with in anime and manga.

Get this: there used to be this thing in Shonen Jump's manga line-up called the Big Three. The most influential, bestselling manga in the bunch. One Piece, Naruto, and Bleach. And you wanna know something? Bleach was the first one to have a trans woman character. We can debate whether or not Giselle was good representation, but you know what? At the time, the closest we ever got was Haku pulling the "Oh, by the way, I'm a boy" card in Naruto's first major arc back in the early 2000s and a constant bombardment of okama jokes in One Piece. Okama is a derogatory term for gay men and drag queens, and for a long time, Oda could not get enough of making jokes about big, hairy men in women's clothing.

Now there was also Alluka Zoldyck in Hunter X Hunter, but the vast stretches of time Hunter X Hunter spends on hiatus makes it unclear to me whether she or Giselle came first. But within the Big Three - a designation which doesn't mean much now, but meant a ton back then - Giselle was first. Hunter X Hunter was never quite considered part of the Big 3. But either way, I think Alluka is the better character in terms of how her being trans is written. She's cute, she's precious, she's perfect in every way, and I'll make you pay if you say a single bad thing about her.

Years and years later, Oda would go on to write Kikunojo and Yamato. I still have complicated thoughts about Yamato as trans rep, but Kiku is great trans rep for being a relatively minor character. Oda has also phased the okama jokes out of the story over time. Jujutsu Kaisen also has a subtle, but well-handled example of a trans woman in Kirara Hoshi. She doesn't get nearly enough time in the story, and her identity hasn't been explored yet, but I hope GeGe will unpack that before the story's conclusion.

I tell you all of that so you realize that even if Giselle could have been handled better, Kubo was the first of the Big 3 authors to even try to write a trans girl. Not a femboy, not an okama - a trans woman/girl. He also gave us Charlotte Cuulhorne, and while Charlotte's depiction flirts with being just an okama gag and nothing more, she's so fabulous and so positive in her outlook on life that I can't bring myself to be mad.

So let's look at Giselle as a character. She's very cute, with her big eyes and goofy, purposefully adorable mannerisms. None of the other Sternritter girls try to be cute in quite the way Giselle does. Meninas likes cute things, but doesn't act cute, and that's as close as it gets. Unlike the other Femritters, Giselle wears clothes that cover up as much as possible. Even Liltotto's outfit shows off her shoulders and thighs some; Giselle keeps her shoulders and neck completely covered by a baggy sweater, and her legs covered by tights. Kubo drew a swimsuit picture with the Bambis all together, and he opted to put Giselle in a swimsuit with a skirt. It's pretty apparent that Giselle has concerns about how she looks and covers up as much as she can out of dysphoria. As a card-carrying member of the big jacket-long pants-closed toe shoes gang, I can tell you that when you're not very progressed with your transition, it's like that.

I think you can also make the argument that part of why Giselle acts so cutesy is because of her insecurities and feeling like she has to make up for them by being extra, overtly feminine and adorable. It's like that.

There's not a doubt in my mind that Kubo intended for Giselle to be trans. But is she good trans rep? Probably not, but she might not be as bad as she's made out to be.

People who criticize how Giselle is depicted as a trans character have two or three go-to arguments. Three points of interest to say that she's being written in a transphobic way.

1.) Yumichika scopes her out as trans and misgenders her.

2.) Charlotte says she and Giselle have a lot in common.

3.) The most damning: what Giselle does to Bambietta.

So, I've never liked people using Yumichika as a litmus test for how Kubo feels about trans people. Let me explain something to you: Yumichika is a bitch, an asshole, and the consummate gadfly. One of his defining traits is his awful personality and his inability to resist saying cruel, petty things to others. He's awful to Charlotte and he's awful to GiGi, and he's pretty much awful to anyone besides Ikkaku and Kenpachi, but especially Charlotte and GiGi.

Yumichika is an allegory for a closeted gay man. He has this deep admiration, respect, loyalty, and arguably love for Kenpachi and Ikkaku that's led him to stay in the 11th Division even though it's not where his talents are best put to work. He's adept at kido and his zanpakuto is based in kido, but he refuses to use the former or reveal the latter to his squad because he doesn't want them to reject him. The 11th Division is the manly man squad, all testosterone and sweat and bulging muscles and... ahem. Sorry, I got a little carried away. It's all very erotic. Anyways, Yumichika wants to be close to the men with whom he shares a bond of emotion and martial loyalty alike, and he refuses to embrace his gifts because of it. He's afraid his friends in the boys' club will kick him out for having interests and inclinations that most of them look down on.

I think you can make the argument that Yumichika hates Charlotte and Giselle precisely because they're being true to themselves, meaning they've made a leap he hasn't yet. He's too scared of what might happen if he doesn't keep the lie going about his zanpakuto, and he resents Giselle and Charlotte because they overcame a similar fear of rejection. And he expresses that by rejecting their truth, i.e., misgendering them. This is the interpretation I like the best. It's a sad fact that lots of gay men, closeted or otherwise, refuse to accept trans women.

Charlotte says she and Giselle have a lot in common, and honestly, I don't think this is transphobic either. If you choose to read Charlotte as a trans woman who isn't stereotypically feminine, but is true to herself, then what she's stating is just a fact. She and Giselle may not look the same, and Giselle may have an easier time passing, but they're both trans women if you ask me. And I think Giselle reacting with discomfort isn't innaccurate, either. Charlotte's confidence is admirable in some ways, but I think it sets of Giselle's alarm bells that she's going to be outed and rejected. Lots of trans women - myself included - are haunted by this fear that we'll never pass, never be accepted, or will be incapable of retaining our desired presentation as we get older. It's like that.

So, that brings us to the Bambietta Incident. Not quite as wide-reaching as the Shibuya Incident, but about as traumatizing for some, apparently. Full disclosure, I don't believe any heinous acts should be censored from fiction. If it makes you uncomfortable or awakens traumatic memories, then I'm sympathetic to that, but I do not believe that the right answer is to sanitize every work of fiction of every immoral act that could have that effect. You know where your limits are, so don't count on authors to protect you. Most of them won't, and I think you're stronger and smarter and more able to navigate a world with fictitious depictions like that in it than you realize.

I'm not gonna sugarcoat it, Giselle probably sexually assaulted Bambi. And is that right of her to do? Fuck no, it isn't. But nobody's really debating if that's right or wrong. The problem is that if you look at it a certain way, this is just reinforcing the old, awful stereotype of trans women being predators in disguise. Lots of shitty writers have done that, and it sucks.

However, those depictions assume that trans women are predators, by definition. Or at least sexual deviants. We could go down the rabbit hole of how sexual deviancy has historically been defined by people who use sex as a form of control anyway, but I'm not well-read enough to do that and - well, you've seen how long this post is. Be honest, you wouldn't want me to even try.

The point is that a depiction like that assumes trans woman = deviant. I don't want to make that logical leap here, because that means you need to assume that Kubo wrote Giselle with the intention that she assaulted Bambi because she's trans. I'm not a mind reader, so I'm uncomfortable with acting like I can know Kubo's intentions. It's a bad look to us in the Western sphere of the anime fandom, but I'm not sure how Kubo saw it. He might have not realized how it would look until that chapter was out there and he couldn't undo it, but given the fact they kept it in the anime, he either probably doesn't see a problem with it or there were other rewrites he saw as more important to allocate his mental energies to. Writing Bleach burned this man out, so I'll cut him some slack if so.

My point is, I'm not sure if you can say for sure that the story intends you to believe that Giselle assaulted Bambi because she's trans. When you look at it, Kubo seems to have a more in-depth understanding of trans people than some of you might have first realized. And I mean, shit man, he gave her biology manipulation powers. Every trans girl's first pick for super powers is shapeshifting or some form of biology manipulation. He knows. He's onto us. He's familiar with our ways. The jig is up, girls.

Looking at the broader scope of the narrative, Bleach is littered with characters who perform heinous actions and are not just shoved out the "All Villains Die" airlock. Chief example being Mayuri. The man committed war crimes, experiments on human beings, turns his own subordinates into bombs, and is heavily implied to have performed some very sexual deeds to reconstitute his daughter Nemu after Szayel parasitized her. Yet he still saves the day multiple times and he isn't gotten rid of, because he's more useful to the side of overall good alive than dead. Bleach is one of very few series to have characters who perform heinous deeds and still be treated as humans, rather than reducing them to those deeds and nothing else.

Plus, nobody really treats it as an issue with Kubo's writing that Bambietta killed one of her own fellow Quincies in cold blood just to vent her frustrations. I think because it's sexual and because Giselle is trans, she ends up being the lightning rod when... let's be honest, compared to what some of the Shinigami have done, what Giselle did is kind of quaint. She even helps rescue Candice and I think Meninas after they're taken captive by Mayuri in the novels, and she's considering releasing Bambietta from her control.

Given what we've seen, I think it's less accurate to pick on Giselle and try to say she's a case of Kubo being transphobic, and more accurate to say that living in the Shadow Realm under Yhwach's cruel, exploitative regime has made all the Sternritters fucked up in their own unique, vibrant ways. And for that matter, Kubo never kills her off. He clearly likes her enough to want her to still be around after the end of the series.

When you look at how Kubo draws Giselle in the manga and in illustrations after the manga's conclusion, you can tell he enjoys himself when he's drawing her. He always lavishes her facial expressions with detail, and you can feel love radiating off the page. That's more than you can say for a lot of the Quincies. I think Kubo was overjoyed to not have to draw PePe and his Vollständig anymore.

So like, yeah, Giselle is my problematic fave transgender character. And I don't think she's even as problematic as people's kneejerk reactions are to think she is. If you disagree, I don't care, I don't value your opinion. Particularly if you're not trans. If you're an ally, then that's sweet and all, but never try to speak for trans people about depictions of trans characters. If you are trans and Giselle made you uncomfortable, then I'm sorry you feel that way.

[littleeyesofpallas]

Can you do the new sternritter's Vollstandig Name in the new anime?

Oh yeah, I wasn't sure if there had been any kanji released for that but it seems like the Bleach wiki has something up there for them, although they haven't cited their sources, as usual... They cite the chapter and episode they each appear in respectively, but go figure, you guys... the anime appearance does not include t e x t. So no idea where either the kanji or the romanized names came from.(wait did they get the kanji and katakana from Japanese closedcaptioning? Do they include furigana on [cc] in Japan??)

This wound up way longer than I'd intended...

Barbarriel[神の雷霆] phonetically, BA-RU-BA-RI-E-RU[バルバリエル]. So weirdly this is how Japanese defines the name Ramiel/Remiel/Reniel[רַעַמְאֵל] the name of an actual biblical angel, so both Japanese epithets here, plus the original hebrew all translate as "Thunder of God." But oddly it sounds a lot more like Bariel, which is an angel named in the Ars Paulonia, part of the Lesser Key of Solomon, a grimoire foundational to a lot of the surviving legacy of Christian occultism and demonology nonsense.(i.e. It was some nerd's 18th century Pokedex of fanfic and headcanons.) That being said, it has no actual meaning the way biblical angels(Gabriel, Raphael, Ariel, Uriel, Michael, etc...) do, because it's not hebrew and the idiot who made it up in the 1800s obviously didn't know what he was talking about. It is of course the exact same kanji used for her Schrift The Thunderbolt[雷霆].

Azhalbiora[神の死] meaning "Death of God" and written as phonetically A-ZA-RU-BI-O-RA[アザルビオラ]. Other than seemingly a little lazy the name just kinda doesn't make a lot of sense as a name for her power. Also since i have no idea where they got these I don't really know if that's an -AL- or an -AR-, a -BI- or a -VI-, or a -ORA or an -OLA. And once again there is no apparent basis in actual angelic names so it's not like there's context to work with. It has an almost vaguely fake "arabic" sound to it? Like the sort of shit H.P Lovecraft would've come up with?

Pornipora[神の力] I'm sure any weeb worth their salt can recognize the kanji for "power," so it's "Power of God." And the phonetics are POO-NI-PO-RA[ポーニポラ], again, PORA? POLA? Who can say.

Gagael[神の飢え] at last something resembling creative input! "Hunger of God," in which [飢え] is not just directly lifted from her existing Schrift. ([食いしんぼう]: "Glutton/Gourmand." Same root kanji though so they weren't thinking that hard.) And while the phonetics, GA-GA-E-RU[ガガエル] are yet more gibberish, they at least go back to the sort of appropriated hebrew -el[אֵל] meaning "of god" used in the names of the aforementioned biblical archangels.

[edit]: and since there's a new one to add to this list...

So, you've probably noticed these all just use the same kanji as the girls' actual Schrifts, so there's nothing terribly clever going on, which isn't too surprising but is kind of a shame no one took the opportunity to get creative with it. (Even the attacks names they peppered into the extended fight scene were a little too goofy and bland for my taste. I mean, come on, giving Lili attacks called Spork and Spife?? Really?)

Thunder[雷霆] and Thunder[雷霆]

Deadperson[死者] and Dead[死]

Power[力] and Power[力]

Glutton[食いしんぼう] and Hunger[飢え]

For comparison the side by side on Kubo's actual Vollstandig and associated Schrift were:

Prison[監獄] vs Righteouness[正義]

Fear[恐怖*] vs Be afraid(of)[怯え] (*technically As Nodt's Schrift was never written out, but that's the kanji he used talking about "Fear" all the time when using it so I consider it a safe assumption.)

Love[愛] vs Love[情愛] (I don't know how to clarify the distinction between these two words... the former is more broad? Like it can include a few extra examples the latter can't?)

Penetrate Everything[万物貫通] vs Judgement[裁き]

Lethal Dose[致死量] vs Tasting(for poison)[毒見]

Miracle[奇跡] vs Authority[権能]

Oh and also the names

Piskiel[ピスキエル]

Grimaniel[グリマニエル]

Tatarforas[タタルフォラス]

Gudoero[グドエロ]

Jilliel[ジリエル]

Hasshein[ハスハイン]

Aschetonig[アシュトニグ]

Are basically all gibberish too, so I can't exactly say the names don't fit a "pattern," since there isn't on, but they still don't feel quite right to me, save maybe Lili's. Hasshein and Aschetonig are at least clearly playing with German-esque phonetics*, and Piskiel, Grimaniel, and Jilliel are all playing into recognizable angelology cliches. (Gudoero/Gudoel might be too, but in a way that's hard to separate it from the clearl intentional "ero" wordplay. It just doesn't work outside of th eJapanese phonetics.) And Tartarforas is just suspiciously close to Tartarus but otherwise doesn't really register to my ear as any language that would make sense in the context of the Quincy's associations...

Wait... The German sounding ones might actually be German after all. Like, bad German, but technically German...

*Asche is a n fact German for "Ash," and Ton is "Clay," in fact Tonig can mean "Clayley" as in "Clay-like" so I guess Gerard's actually is German for "Clay-like Ash"... That's actually kind of cool, and vaguely biblical? Adam being sculpted from clay, and "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust" and all that? Huh... Weird I never bothered to actually check that I guess, I just assumed if most of them were nonsense that even the ones that sounded more legit would be too...

Wait... Damn... have I really been slacking this much???

The Haß sound in Hasshein could be the German for "Hate" and although it's not really a ""word"" in a functional sense by itself, hein is a part of the term Freund Hein is a kind of grim reaper where, I guess "Hein" was kind of an old euphemism for the devil for some reason? So, Death personified is the "Friend (of) Hein/TheDevil" but I'd bet the intended reading of Kubo's slapdash German here would be "Hate(s) Death" as is suitable to Askin's whole shtick of narrowly avoiding death.

I'm mad I never sat down and tried to hash those out sooner...

[rose-riot-johnson]

Hello my Tumblr Peeps😁👍As of late, in some of the posts I've been noticing that some people are a fan of non other than Shuhei Hisagi (from Bleach), so any1 reading this whole post (the fanfic itself included) who is a fan of his, good news... Since I'm a fan of Shuhei, myself and I have ideas about how to write about him, I decided that I will be writing a fanfic about him😃👍

*This fanfic may contain 1 or more long paragraphs😅

🪻You Were Always There When I Needed You🪻(Shuhei Hisagi x Any Gender Reader)

Genres: Angst and Comfort (Warning (especially any possible trigger warning(s))⚠️: Murder (only killing tbe hollow), Mentions of death, Negative self talk, Possible Survivors Guilt, Mentions of Grief)

Both you and Shuhei Hisagi have been dating for a couple of years, since after Sternritter were defeated. You are basically a soul reaper in (Squad of reader's choice), in the Gotei 13. You had always comforted him, whenever he needed to talk to you. He always felt that you're always there when he needed you the most.

One day, for some reason head captain Shunsui Kyoraku assigned you on a special and important mission, which involves killing a different hollow. This type of hollow isn't a typical hollow nor an arrancar of any kind (especially not an espada, obviously). You then decided to investigate the situation. However, before Shunsui could advise you to wait for your boyfriend Shuhei (you thought you were the only one assigned for this mission for some reason) and warn you with more information pertaining that different hollow, you got on your way in a rush to complete your mission. When Shuhei arrived where Shunsui told him the same thing he told you, warned Shuhei about the hollow, and advised him to find you due to the fact you were in a hurry to investigate the mission before he could tell you to wait for Shuhei and to tell you more about the mission, which Shuhei does go to find you.

Meanwhile, you already went into the forest, where an incident happened caused by this different hollow, that was there. You were slightly, annoyed and confused about that this different hollow caused this much collateral damage as you mumbled to yourself, "How the hell this hollow who's not in any form of an arrancar cause this much collateral damage? What the hell is that thing, if it's not even a god damn espada? I just don't get it...". You then heard a loud noise, as you felt a really, strong spiritual pressure, coming from whatever the loud noise is.

The next thing you knew was something swung at you from behind before you could even turn around, as you crashed into a hard tree. As you were about to get up, you saw the appearance of this different type of hollow. This hollow has so many tentacles where it wouldn't even need to use it's arms nor legs that the hollow did have. "So that's how that bastard was able to manage to cause this much damage...", you mumbled to yourself, as you made your attempt to get up.

Unfortunately when you tried to get up, you felt pain in your right leg and your left ankle, as you began to realize that after you crashed into the hard tree from that swing that hollow hit you with it was only your right leg and left ankle that was injured. You just weren't sure how you weren't injured any worse than you have been, despite of the right leg and left ankle injury you had from that ambush caused by that octopus headed hollow who swung at you to the point you crashed into that tree. As that octopus headed hollow was aiming his tentacles to finish you off, you thought this was all over for you.

The next thing that happened was you heard a familiar voice say, "Reap Kazeshini...". You began to turn your head to look, as it turned out you saw who that familiar voice belonged to, which was non other than, Shuhei Hisagi. The octopus headed hollow turned his attention to Shuhei, as the hollow tried it's hardest to use all of it's tentacles, as an attempt to atleast damage him, however the way Shuhei was using his zanpakuto, Kazeshini (and his shikai), he managed to chop every tentacle off it's head, then killed the octopus headed hollow, much quicker. After he finished killing the octopus headed hollow off, he then walked up to you.

After Shuhei, walked up to you, he asked, "Hey (Any Gender Reader Name), are you alright?". You then replied, "Shouldn't you be scolding me?! After all I couldn't even defeat that hollow with those injuries I have! Just because you saved me doesn't make a difference that I still feel like I failed that mission! All I can do is see myself as worthless, just because of the fact this hollow ambushed me! I don't know how I'm not anymore injured or how I'm still breathing with the way it swung it's tentacles at me! I'm just lucky I survived! You should be angry with me, Shuhei!". For what you just said to your boyfriend Shuhei, he was really upset with you as he replied back, "Well the only thing I should be angry with you with and scolding you about is the fact you're putting yourself down and talking horrible about yourself! No one should be being mean to you like that, not even yourself! The important thing is that you're still alive. And since you are still alive, I'm going to carry you straight to squad 4 barracks, so you can be healed...".

Once Shuhei took you over to squad 4, he left you in their care, until your injuries are fully healed. After all, your injuries are definitely possible to heal, in atleast in the matter of weeks, luckily for you. However you have been quiet after that day, Shuhei Hisagi saved you from that octopus headed hollow who injured you in the first place. You have been worried that he will plan on breaking up with you, because of feeling like you're ungrateful and the fact that you talk very badly about yourself due to some form of your survivors guilt. You felt that eversince that day, it was somehow all your fault that your relationship with Shuhei was falling apart.

Days later, Shuhei decided to visit you in the squad 4 barracks. You have been laying in some form of a hospital bed for soul reapers, since he carried you to the squad 4 barracks. After what you said to him that day he killed that hollow, you were surprised to see him, especially while he was holding your favorite flowers in a vase for you. You felt you didn't deserve his kindness.

After Shuhei set the flowers on top of a dresser next to the bed you're laying in, he then said, "I heard you haven't said a word, after I carried you to the squad 4 barracks, (Any Gender Reader). By the way, I apologize for my tone with you, that day... It's just... I have my reasons why I had to be stern with you, aside from you being, too hard on yourself...". You then replied, "You mean, I didn't kill our relationship, after everything I said that day?", as a tear rolled down your face and confused at the face he surprised you with a visit, the flowers, and everything he just said to you. He was confused as he then answered, "What are you talking about? Ofcourse not, my angel... Yes, I was upset that you were harsh about yourself, however I have no reason to blame you... You may have went on the mission by yourself without waiting, however I don't want you to blame yourself, especially when it pertains out relationship... Okay? There are things I need to get off my chest, so you would understand my reason I was a little stern with you, (Any Gender Reader)...".

You then listen as Shuhei explained, "You see, (Any Gender Reader)... You were always there for me when I needed you. At times I needed you the most you even comforted me. I'm not sure, if you remember me opening up about Captian Tosen, however I wasn't very happy to watch him die, especially like this. So, needless to say, you even comforted me about his death, as well. Also, I'm sure there are others, besides myself who would have been devastated, if you would have died on the mission days ago, especially the current captain of squad, Captian Kensei Muguruma and the head captain Shunsui Kyoraku... Both of the captains think highly of you and both of them were worried about your life more than anything, like I was...". From thinking about what he said, began to sob, as you said, "I'm sorry I made everyone worry about me.", as you hugged him. He then hugged you back, as he replied, "No need to apologize, my sunshine... We worry, because we all care about you, especially my... I wished I did arrive to rescue you earlier, however at the same time I'm glad I arrived, as soon as I did, because if I wouldn't have came to save you, soon as I did, I would have lost you that day. It just dawned on me...", as he started petting your head.

Shuhei needed a minute to collect his thoughts, then he continued, "I'm just happy you're okay now... I just never wanted to lose you in anyway... Especially like I almost did that day... I also never want you to ever blame yourself, especially when it's pertaining that day... I can tell you were even hard on yourself for our conversation before I took you to the squad 4 barracks... I honestly don't see how any of this was your fault... Sometimes things just happen unexpectedly and this is one of those missions that is really unpredictable, especially with that hollow... So, please don't be, too hard on yourself? I know it's hard, because of the injuries that happened, however I never want you to think that any of this was your fault... I also would like for you to have confidence in yourself again... And I love you, (Any Gender Reader)...". You began to feel better after everything he told you and you began to realize he is right. Before you went back to sleep to continue resting, you replied, "I love you too, Shuhei Hisagi... Thanks for being there for me...". Shuhei replied back, "No problem... I'm happy to be there for you...".

After that day, your left ankle and right leg were fully healed and you began training with the captain of (Squad of reader's choice), while there were times you have trained with your boyfriend, Shuhei Hisagi, as well. As time went by, thanks to training with your captain of (Squad of reader's choice) and sometimes Shuhei Hisagi (considering you do enjoy training with Shuhei for some reason), you became confident in yourself and your abilities, as a soul reaper, again, since then. Your Captain (Squad of reader's choice Captian Name) and Shuhei were, so proud that you regained your self confidence, especially in your skills, as a soul reaper.

The End

Okay my Tumblr Peeps, I hope you enjoyed this fanfic with Shuhei Hisagi, as the staring character😁👍I wanted to write about him for a long time, however I wanted to makesure I have the ideas on what story to wtite for this fanfic, before I got started😅Honestly, as time went by with writing this particular fanfic with Shuhei Hisagi, as tge staring character, I'm having atleast a couple more different fanfic ideas that really have been popping in my head, so I'm likely to work on another Shuhei fanfic😃👍I hope reading this fanfic makes your day and/or night my Tumblr Peeps☀️🌕

*Fun Facts: Shuhei Hisagi was the 2nd character I recall reading a fanfic about😃👍

[danddymaro]

Run | Byakuya Kuchiki x Reader

This has slight Byakuya x reader as well as a hint of the sternritter showing a slight interest in her too.

- Let’s pretend

During the fight against  Äs Nödt

Word count: 3050

Run 

Clammy red ornamented the ground, the resistance it has as you take a trembling step back hard to overlook. 

Regret immediately fills you as you soon come in full contact with a body that nearly cocoons you still, blocking off your escape.

Scarlet clings to the bottom of your sandals, acting as red ropes that bind you to the spot as you feebly watch what you dreadfully accept are the final breaths of your captain. 

And you do so at the hands of the very man you now utterly despise. 

His large, pale hands tenderly pet the sides of your arms before they each cease their travel, finding comfort on the spot that's right between your shoulder and neck. 

You can feel the pointed black ends curl into you, caging you furthermore as he leans down to you.

A falling river of sable softly tickles your cheek before it falls past your shoulder, and there's a part of you that imagines it aiming for your neck, coiling like a serpent that takes what's left of your life. However, it's seemingly harmless, soon flowing down to touch the most pronounced bit of your exposed collarbone with a tease that steals a breath from you.

The feather-soft strands that fall to you pet you, and even though it's an unwanted caress you feel as though it's a sense of betrayal. 

After all, It's damning to be so close to your enemy and do nothing.

What isn’t covered by your uniform can feel him and the sickening twist that comes from the delicate contact blends the insides of your stomach until the contents threaten to rise up. Heavy heat collects between the travel of your throat and stomach, and you try not to think about how revolting it is to have his scent surround you, owning you. 

It's the nauseating stench of too clean, reminding you of a once prolonged stay at the 4's barracks. It reminds you of powdered latex too, and as it overwhelms you,  you try to escape the invisible snare that has you at his mercy.

But all you can do is look toward your captain, helpless.

He sees you in a way no one ever has, and while pride has been a staple in your demeanor, in your very duties... it's lacking at the moment.

A low chuckle that comes from behind you forces a tiny shiver from you, and as you swallow down thickly you release a breath that quivers.

You want to fight back, yet, you've yet to draw your blade. 

Instead, the gleaming sharpness resides in its decorated sheath at your side as you feel defeated, beaten without a breath that harbors evidence of resistance.

A low, warm breath scarcely graces your right cheek as it escapes his black mask while he speaks, starting with a single sound that’s of consideration. 

“Ah...” he says. " Yes, you are terrified," he observes, and somewhere in there, you can hear his excitement gently dribbling from his wicked tongue. 

-And perhaps that's why the monster that teases you treads so close, so intimately.

It's mere entertainment to him.

"But moreso...grieving," he murmurs as he realizes that the man before you is someone precious to you.

It’s not the fear of your death that has you stunned, but instead, his. 

"He's dying," he tells you in his low, dragged-out voice that only makes the dreadful moment feel eternal, the very deep hum of his words just more mockery that pulls you into despair. 

Your moves feel terribly slow as your sluggish body proceeds to act, and as the Dark haired being that mercilessly taunts you watches, he wonders if you realize how much your movements hold no peril.

He stirs not one bit, and no movement is made to stop you. 

He merely stands in wait, truly curious as to how you will proceed.

Your fellow officers are slain, scattered bits of their remains only bloody trails that paint the ground of demise.

Your lieutenant is defeated as well, but faring better than the rest of your squadron as he lays motionless while low, struggled breaths emit from his bloodied mouth. 

He hangs over the crumbled ground and the Sternritter knows it's only minutes in counting before he draws his final one.

 And the captain he had witnessed you gaze at awe with was painted red, slowly drained of his life as he remained where he'd last left him, defeated by his own power.

-There was no saving him by that point.

' What will you do? ' he idly wonders.

It feels like a century before your clammy palm comes in contact with your zanpakuto, but as it finally reaches it, you bite your inner cheek with no true idea as to how to proceed. 

Feebly, you continue to look over to your Captain, your eyes gleaming with sorrow, speaking unsaid words too as your voice has no volume.

What has always felt like second nature leaves you, and you're bare to the world, defenseless like a beast without teeth, left to fend without claws.

The hand that firmly grasps your sword trembles as your shoulders begin to slack, and you swallow down thickly, 

"I..." your voice catches in your throat, and as the Quincy hears it he feels rather piqued by curiosity to know just how soft you sound when conquered. 

It's only a breath, but his ears perk, and he even stills his own.

Meanwhile, you're not sure what you want to say, what matters most. 

Would it be an apology? Should it be a sorrowful apology for failing before even trying?

-For being such a coward when he'd done the contrary.

Would another attempt at a breath be enough to tell him that you'd been happy before? 

-That just before the attack, before the declaration of war when it'd been just another day... you'd been happy?

Your red-haired lieutenant grins too hard, and he narrows his eyes at you with so much mischievous playfulness, you're immediately flustered. 

"Why didn't you tell me," he says lowly while he finds a way to jab his elbow at your ribs. "Huh?" he presses on while coming close as though he's being inconspicuous despite how loud his harsh whispers are.

You barely have time to argue before he proceeds, 

" Look at you putting the moves on him," he adds with actual awe that worsens your response.

You can feel yourself overheat, slowly melting like a well-lit candle, and as you try to say something a small squeak escapes, making things even worse. 

All you'd done was Bring the man some tea and a sample of some baked goods you thought would pair nicely. You had free time and thought of it as a good idea before.

"It's not like that!" you say, your voice failing at first, and when you stutter it's worse for your case, making Renji laugh. 

The way he throws his head back as he releases the sound has you wanting to hide, but not much more than when your superior finds you two.

Your moment is interrupted as your captain arrives, his eyes immediately on his desk where your offerings had been delicately placed. 

There's a touch of surprise there, but it slowly softens before his dark eyes then skim over to you two.

"Evening captain!" Abarai quickly finds his composure, the touch of respect and cordiality he addresses your captain with, one you hope to one day find balance with. 

 A little hum and nod are offered to him before you seem to be specifically targeted by his gaze, and your hands begin to sweat beneath the long sleeves of your attire.

Your greeting is small and terribly bashful as you fight through the intensity of his glare, and what is definitely a stifled chuckle from the man beside you.

"Wouldn't you know..." Renji starts as he places a hand on your shoulder, tightly gripping it, " I actually find someone to fill in," he adds while gesturing to you as you look at him with terribly wide eyes, not knowing what he's referring to.

You're terribly lost, but you're too afraid to ask.

"Oh?" Byakuya raises a perfectly trimmed brow as he looks at you. 

"She said she'd loved to be here with you all day," Abarai claims, and you can hear your heart pounding away as your breath fastens.

is he really  throwing you under the bus like that?

"She even made snacks," he points out merrily before he lets out a soft sigh.

"I don't know why you'd want to be stuck here all day," he then tells you, and there's a discreet touch of tease in there you catch and has you feeling nervous.

"But who am I to argue," he says before he halfheartedly shrugs, leaving with just that before letting you fill in on the extra workload that had been left to him.

It's only until your alone, stuck before a towering stack of paperwork that you realize how he'd played you.

'That asshole,' you think to yourself, your jaw tightened as you think about how Renji had found a way to stack his paperwork onto you while he was probably getting drunk with that pretentious prick Yumichika and that big, shiny-headed jerk Ikkaku.

It was supposed to be his shift! His work! His duties!

'i'll get him back,' you swear as you're about to leave, but you are stopped by the sound of your name.

You're rooted by the exit, your hand on the door as you slowly peek back, 

"Yes?" you say back your voice soft as silk. Anything he says is listened to dutifully, and if you knew how much your face glowed at his attention, you'd understand how easy it is to discover your closely harbored secret.

- The one you’re so afraid to let anyone know.

Byakuya remains seated on his chair, and he's overlooking the last bits of the reports in hand as he speaks, his entire demeanor untroubled as always, 

"Thank you for your help," he tells you, the straightforward appreciation greeted with graciousness of your own. 

Your response comes naturally.

 You smile at him, subtly, and touched with a faint show of fluster that he does find endearing, even if he doesn't comment on it. 

Momentarily, he eyes it as he breaks his concentration on his work.

Somehow you manage to respond, and it earns you a faint sound that hints at content.

" Oh," he then sounds, as though he remembers something, 

 "The calligraphy club is having a meeting this Thursday," he informs you, and you look at him with surprise. 

You recall how exclusive it is, how the only other remembers are respected captains, and you nod in acknowledgment before it strikes you that maybe he’s inviting you. 

‘Is he inviting me?’ you wonder dumbly before he says more.

"I hope it interests you, " he then proceeds, and after a moment of disbelief, you fiercely nod.

And you smile in a way that has him certain you'll attend. 

You practically glow.

' I was so hopeful,' you think idly, and your face softened into a melancholic smile directed at him.

'So...happy,' you add. 

'That I'd like to think you were too....' you proceed to wistfully muse.

Rukia has trouble not looking your way, her dark eyes briefly skimming over you to admire how lovely you look as you walk alongside her brother who seems rather lighthearted as of late.

She's noticed, even if it's been a rather modest change, but he has a certain glow to him that's warm. And the occasional smile he walks with is also a sight she can’t overlook.

" You know I'd been hiding from her for hours," Renji said while looking at you, finding everything but a seething woman.

At first, he was convinced were going to get back at him and that it was all an act to make him drop his defenses, but the more that time progressed, the more he was changing his mind about it.

 " I thought she'd be angry when she saw me, but it's like she's been floating on air, " he notes, having observed how happy you seemed.

 Much more the lack of animosity towards him when he did bump into you, which would have eventually happened given how close you and captain Kuchiki had been as of late. 

“They've both been...” he takes a short pause before his eyes round, quickly looking at Rukia who only offers him a soft smile.

'Run...' Byakuya silently pleas, detesting how it's his immediate thought.

It’s a bitter sting to him, and an insult to you, but it’s the only thing his heart tells him is right.

He looks at you with dread, with unfortunate defeat as he fails to reach you, helplessly watching the enemy so near you. 

It’s sickening to him, and he can’t do anything about it.

His eyes then skim down to his broken blade that serves no purpose but to lay there silently.

.

.

.

.

"I've yet to pierce you," the slender male that observes you comments as he cranes his head to the side, his wide-eyed stare more apparent than yours, yet holding none of your tremor and dread.

 His eyes which are the emptiest black lack an empathetic shine, harnessing the same empty existence as the center of black holes, holding nothing but mystery within them that you don't wish to look back to.

'- Run away,' Kuchiki silently begs again. 

It's like he's crying out to you, and the speed at which your face hides from his sight is near blinding. 

You shut your eyes tight, and as your chest heaves, there's a sound that leaves you that reaches long distances before you finally react. 

The echo of your misery is one that peaks with determination as you finally find your courage.

The hand that reaches for your blade quits shaking, and while your first strike fails as your opponent dodges, you advance with another swing.

The cold sweat that had decorated your forehead finally rushes off you as you fight, the narrow misses your blade preforms encouraging you enough until one good strike gets him.

-An opening.

You move with haste delivering a second strike, and whilst you feel the connection, he seems unscathed, a truth that has you peeved. Blow after blow he’s unaffected.

Instead, he simply looks to you with just the softest touch of amusement in his dead eyes as he waits for you to realize your attempts are futile, that he has no weak spot.

The precise jut of your blade’s point that touches his neck’s base is blocked off, angering you.

 ‘Of course,’ reality hits you. ‘We don’t know anything about them,’ you inwardly curse, not knowing how to proceed.

 ‘And what little we’ve just found out doesn’t help me at all!’ you add as a cursed thorn flies past you.

You stare with a hard glare at the last that threatens to pierce you, and you swallow down bitter spit.

  He’s practically toying with you, something you can’t seem to understand until he moves, his true speed a terror to you as he approaches you, nearing dangerously close. 

The sharp points of his mask seem even more threatening as they've approached you, soon digging into your flesh as he even leans closer to your terribly stilled form, yet again at an intimate distance.

“Tell me,” he starts, “ Do you fear me?” he dares to ask, and he stares at you the entire time, unable to look away, hardly able to waste a moment with a blink that obscures the sight of you.

one of his hands take hold of your face’s lower half, tightly gripping for only half a second before he yanks the hand away, black nails wickedly raking over your skin, leaving angry marks over you. 

His touch grazes you before he intentionally pulls back, yet another showboat of his that has you cold shivering.

‘I can’t beat him,’ you think solemnly, knowing so, aware any strike of yours would be immediately deflected by his strange shield. 

“I have to...” you breathe, struggling through the ache in your chest as you know what you have to do. You’re certain, yet it doesn't take away from what you feel.  

He can see it in your eyes, the desperation, the pretty shine your gaze holds and it fully captivates him.

‘I don’t want to go...’ you lament wishing you had the strength to stand your ground.

The gentle flicker that is your captain is hardly there for you to feel, and it’s like you can feel him slowly fading away, forcing you to focus on another presence instead.  

‘But he’s still there,’ you think with relief, and��you accept the only other choice you have as your empty hand aims to your neck where the choker that snugly decorates it is hastily torn off.

‘We lost the battle...but not the war,’ you think.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, and while you look toward the man before you, you’re not speaking to him.

With an underhanded swing you send the choker towards the sternritter and as it explodes you make an escape.

 It’s a diversion with a small window for you as smoke spreads after the blast. 

As you hold your blade in one hand, the other collects the thick tears that obscure your sight as you speed through the destruction that has destroyed everything you knew.

The very ground you once walked on is crumbed and painted red, a scene that makes your heart wrench, but you continue to move forward.

Meanwhile, the dark haired menace that stays behind glances at you idly, his eyes following your figure as it draws further from him, as you head to the same direction he’d seen your lieutenant land.

“Are you still there captain?” he asks, his eyes possessed by you as you flee.

A spiteful, stuttered breath leaves Byakuya , yet it causes the Quincy no torment.

Instead, he seems pleased as he grins at the defeated male,“ You must be relieved,” he proceeds.

“ - To have her far from me,” he then muses. 

“You seem to have some luck,  you won’t have to watch her die,” he adds.

[recurring-polynya]

Request Time!

I am sure this is a categorically terrible idea, but I am too squirrel-brained to pick a writing project to work on, but also I'm tired of not writing and additionally, I am puffed up on my own hubris from hitting 1M words on AO3, so let's gooooooooo!

I am taking requests from now until I get tired of this! I promise I will write at least one thing! I do not promise when that will be!!

This is a fanfic event

I will do the ones that speak to me the most. It’s not first-come, first-served! If you have a good idea, send it in! It's fine to send in more than one!

I delete the requests that I don’t accept.

No theme this time! Anything goes!

Here are some tips:

I do have anon asks on, but if you log in, it means I can ask questions if I need to, plus it makes me feel like we’re friends when I get a name with the request.

Ideally my short fiction comes out between 1k and 2k, so we’re usually talking just a scene or two. I am notoriously bad at sticking to this.

You can see all my previous short fiction here. (Each yearly volume has a table of contents in the first chapter). Try not to request things that I’ve done before, unless it’s explicitly a continuation. Alternatively, you can check out some of my previous request tags like 500 Follower Drabble Weekend or What If Requests

You can request extra scenes from my existing fanfics.

The best requests are specific enough to be inspirational, but not so overconstrained that you’ve basically written the whole thing yourself. Specifying a set of characters is okay, but it’s better if you add a setting or a scenario or a mood. Think about what the description would be if you had to post it to ao3 yourself.

If you read my blog and/or my fanfic, you will probably get a good idea of which characters I love and the kinds of things that delight me and the things that do not. I primarily do these requests for the benefit of my regular readers, so if this process is biased towards them, that is by design.

Here's a list of stuff I am probably going to say no to. If you feel like you know me really well and have a killer idea that you think I'll love, go ahead and hit me with it, but otherwise, please don't.

Reader/x (this is a hard no, don't even ask)

Kidfic

Any ships that are captains/their lieutenants or Karakura Kids/shinigami. No Aizen ships period.

The only endgame romantic ship I will write for Renji or Rukia is Renruki. I might be open to some explorations during their separation years or like some weird AU thing that's Wrong on Purpose, but in both these cases, you're getting undercurrents of Renruki for free, whether you want them or not. The only Byakuya ship I will write is Byahisa. Friendships and other kinds of non-romantic relationships are always welcome!

Anything featuring Sternritter, aside from as villains. Actually, same goes for Nnoitra and Szayelaporro. Mayuri also on extremely thin ice, but I have a lot of Mayuri-loving pals on this site, so I might be convincible with the right prompt.

I am not explicitly ruling out NSFW, but you gotta give me a good hook, I’m only good at writing smut if it’s weird. The only smut I will write is Renruki. Also, my smut is always super consensual, no exceptions.

Send your requests to my Askbox!

[my0vershareworld]

𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖, 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖

Pairing: Cang Du, Bazz-B, Jugram Harschwalth, Gremmy Thomeaux x GN!Human reader

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons.

CW: None

Requested by @sahara-solaris-solace: Hello I read about your Sternritter headcanon. May I request u do part 2 involving Cang Du, Bazz B, Jugram and Gremmy? Please

A/N: WAHHH I LOVE CANG THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! these are all such a lovely characters. but sowwy abt the suggestive gestures i rlly can not think of how would they do it so uhhh ye have only gremmy doing it bc little shit move go brr

Cang Du

you told him is valentine. he was confuzzled on what was it about so he took a few time to listen to you and what you meant

after that he goes out his way to get some gifts and allat lovely things and all the things you love to give it to you

"I'm sorry for not knowing, but here..I got you these"

he said handing you all the gifts, flowers, things you love, chocolate

he totally pay for those.

very serious about spending all the time in the world with you

Bazz-B

get angry when you told him is love day

"IDIOT!- WHY DIDN'T YOU TOLD ME SOONER!?"

he said before storming off all angy

before he comes back with gifts and flowers (for both apologizing for yelling and for valentine)

"tch..sorry for- yelling or whatever- just take these, alright?!-"

oh boy he was so nervous and red as hell

give this boy a kiss and he'll melt before storming off like usual all flustered

Jugram Haschwalth

told him is valentine and he'll be confused before explaining it to him

a way to show love so he got up and walk out silently without a words

come back with good expensive ass gifts for no reason (that he totally paid for)

"I apologize for not knowing about this, next time I'll shall remember and get you a gift sooner, love"

god what a charmer even though his face is so fucking dead you could tell he love you more than anything..well uh not more than Yhwach but still-

Gremmy Thomeaux

LITTLE SHIT.

why in 100 versions of hell and heaven are you with him

when you tell him is love day he'll chuckles and look at you and go

"are you expecting a gift?"

he said with his little shit eating grin before walking away

he's taking his time to think of what gift to get for you

instead his room is now filled with all the gifts he come up with and imagine and he got tired of accidentally using his power so he just.. get them all and give it to you

I don't even know how much gifts you get but like..is a lot and I can't explain some of them-

"well here's your gifts, I got tired of thinking so have these. if you want something more tell me"

he said with his little SHITTY ASS WINK and walk off

[za-baransu]

CHARACTER STATISTICS

TAGGED BY : i have huge ass memes stored away on my other blogs

TAGGING : love you all 💕 so suffer :)

@quirofiliac ; @chernozemic ; @pwophet | @thusspoke ; @humificates | @determinazione | @kuraikyu | @ichigokurosaki | @biskael | @cinghialefedele | @despairforme ; @ksaru | @imagend | @killershinigami | @yasuhtora ; @inouehs | @baishouqijia | @gyakusama ; @owabisuru | @kcibumi | @jinjahime | @bornhollow | @kamitakes | @midnightactual | @neonbitch | @soulxfragments ; @x-vandrelyst-x | @deivorous ; @amaranthineoni | @hxbiris | @keikakudori [ and whoever wants to otherwise i make this just as long as the rest! ]

——   PHYSICAL STATS;

RUNNING SPEED   —   10 / 10.

RUNNING ENDURANCE   —   10 / 10.

JUMPING ABILITY   —   10 / 10.  ||  Bleach Characters can will the air, so

THROWING STRENGTH   —   10 / 10.

HUNTING   —   10 / 10.

STEALTH ABILITY   —   4 / 10. || he doesn’t care.

PAIN TOLERANCE   —   10 / 10.

SWIMMING SPEED   —   7 / 10.

SWIMMING ENDURANCE   —   7 / 10.

DANCING ABILITY   —   7 / 10.

CLIMBING ABILITY   —   10 / 10.

TOUCH SENSITIVITY  ( PLATONIC )   —   1 / 10.

TOUCH SENSITIVITY  ( INTIMATE )   —   7 / 10.

GENERAL REFLEXES   —   10 / 10.

OVERALL PHYSICAL CONDITION   —    10 / 10. 

HAKUDA   —   8 / 10.

KIDŌ   —   0 / 10. || Quincy don't use kidō

SWORD ART   —   10 / 10.

SPIRITUAL PRESSURE   —   10 / 10.

SIDE NOTE: Due to the fact that he is a part of the Elite Unit of Yhwach Bach's army, meaning the Sternritter, his stats are pretty much 'off the charts' so to say. Aside from the abilities he would deem unnecessary if questioned, Jugram excels in all of them by sheer force of his upbringing and personal physical skill. He is trained to be the Leader, to be the successor of Yhwach Bach [ point aside that the canon dictates that Uryu was destined to inherit that place later as bait ], Jugram's training regime would have been brutal and all-encompassing, similar to what one would want to associate with a young Prince or High-Class Noble, the idealised picture that they have to be 'perfect' in whatever they are doing. That they have to have the skill to fulfil whatever is expected of them, without showing weaknesses, fear or uncertainty.

Additionally for him comes the fact that he stands even above the Sternritter as their Grandmaster and is, not only by words alone, Yhwach's second half, so one might want to not only assume that the Emperor would insist that whatever he can do, Jugram would be able to do as well.

Some things are, in fact, easier for him: like anything that has to do with pure physical strength. Some things took a bit longer or he just didn't care all that much, like any form of stealth ability, so the possibility was, ultimately, lost on him. Whatever he doesn't see as 'necessary' in the ways he serves his King, will be pushed aside as a ballast and skill unworthy to pursue.

——   MENTAL STATS;

ADVANCED MATHEMATICS   —   8 / 10.

SIMPLE MATHEMATICS   —   9 / 10.

SPATIAL AWARENESS   —   10 / 10.

CHEMISTRY UNDERSTANDING   —   9 / 10.

BIOLOGICAL UNDERSTANDING   —   10 / 10.

NATURE SCIENCES UNDERSTANDING   —   10 / 10.

CREATIVE INTELLIGENCE   —   10 / 10.

ARTISTIC ABILITY   —   8 / 10.

MUSICAL PROWESS   —   8 / 10.

MIMICKING ABILITY  ( AUDITORY )   —   8 / 10.

ODD PROBLEM-SOLVING —   10 / 10.

COMPREHENSION  ( SPOKEN WORD )   —   10 / 10.

COMPREHENSION  ( WRITTEN WORD )   —   10 / 10.

COMEDIC ABILITY   —   4 / 10.

COMEDIC TIMING   —   7 / 10.

OVERALL MENTAL PROWESS   —   10 / 10. 

SIDE NOTE: Everything in here can be seen similarly to the physical statistics. Jugram very much differentiates between whatever he 'needs' and whatever he 'doesn't need', making some of his things a rather weird mix and mash of oddities [ like everything related to comedy, he doesn't care about it, but he's so blunt and down to the point that his timing in particular, with his dark and dry remarks, can truly catch people off guard ].

A lot listed above is general education, keeping in mind that Jugram was taken into Yhwach's court at an age around of 15/16 and when we see him again as the Commander/General of the new Sternritter, he was 18/19, so he would have gone through a very quick, court-related education that involves base level understanding of 'how the world works' and, given his place in line, for him in particular also the knowledge of "how a royal court should and would get managed". That being said, he went out of his way to learn more than maybe 'need be', given his forced education on more or less physicalities, but Yhwach is not someone who would stop his men from gathering more knowledge. He is a brilliant writer and has quite a bit of artistic skill, mostly self-taught because he didn't like the teachers that were assigned to him and a lot of his sword art is also, past the minimum requirements, taken out of books and incorporated in whatever he fancied by the moment.

——   EMOTIONAL STATS;

INTERPERSONAL INSTINCT   —   9 / 10. 

INTRAPERSONAL INSTINCT   —   4 / 10. 

EXTROVERSION   —   5 / 10.

MORAL COMPASS   —   5 / 10. || it's very screwed

EMPATHY   —   7 / 10.

EXTRASENSORY ABILITY  ( PSYCHIC )   —   8 / 10.

EMOTIONAL ENDURANCE   —   10 / 10.

COPING ABILITY   —    2 / 10.

TENDENCY TOWARDS ABUSIVE BEHAVIOUR   —   8 / 10.

TENDENCY TOWARDS VICTIM BEHAVIOUR   —   0 / 10.

LEVEL OF DENIAL   —    8 / 10

PROTECTOR COMPLEX   —   5 / 10. || also kind of screwed because he will let people die but there's a select few people where he will take anything to have them survive

DAMSEL COMPLEX   —   0 / 10.

EMOTIONAL INTIMACY  ( WITH PARTNER )   —   7 / 10.

EMOTIONAL INTIMACY  ( WITH FRIENDS )   —   3 / 10.

EMOTIONAL COMPREHENSION   —    5 / 10.

TENDENCY TOWARDS PANIC   —    0 / 10.  

GENERAL EMOTIONAL STABILITY   —    2 / 10.

SIDE NOTE: Emotions in general are exceptionally complicated with someone like him. There's only two-sided extremes, either he will react with force to what is shown to him or he will not react at all [ the latter being more likely ]. Watching people die in front of him is something that he considers the losses of the war and it does not matter how far/when/what is happening in this war, as long as it is an ongoing preparation and will be considered as a fact pursued in the future, he will consider any 'losses' a necessity.

His awareness when it coms to how someone should behave is very low. He has some loose knowledge how people act and react towards given situations [ also due to the fact that Bazz is a very explosive person, and watching the Femritter also does its part ] and he can, if he really wants to, copy and mimic it to blend in better, but in itself? One would be hard pressed to say that he would truly bother with something as futile as that, his rank is too high, his position too powerful, his goal in life literally too important to consider what everybody else around him thinks, making him a particularly dangerous man to be around, as he will turn on whoever is threatening His Majesty's goals without a second thought.

That doesn't mean he is a bad conversational partner when it comes to emotional matters. People just need to keep in mind that his answers will be blunt to a point that they can be downright hurtful. Questioning someone's place in the Wandenreich, for example, will in a very high likelihood draw a smidgen of his ire, but will he leave the person and not help them get through that 'slump' they are in? No, he won't, but he will make his displeasure known. Obviously not the best idea when it comes to emotionally vulnerable people, but quite frankly, he rather believes that someone needs to have a honest opinion than things being packed up in cotton and silk, because the whole 'facade' that someone will build for themselves will, very surely, break down again.

They are inside of a war-era, Jugram in particular has been stuck there for 1000 years, to say that he is emotionally numb, would be an understatement.

[muzansfangs]

I just read your "Accidentally sees you naked" fic

AJD EJDNEMRRJBRBRHEBE

IM FROTHING LITERALLY--- 😭❤️❤️

I WAS BLUSHING SO HARD WHILE READING URAHARA, AIZEN AND JUGRAM'S JDBEUBEJE! 🙈🙈

There are hardly any fics about Haschwalth anywhere 😭

If you get time van you write something similar with Haschwalth but both of them receiving the "nice treatment" ya'know (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Forbidden attraction.

Starring: Haschwalth Jugram x f!reader; Giselle and Candice;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, slight alteration of canon events, dom!Haschwalth, sub!reader, oral sex (f!reader receiving), oral sex (Haschwalth receiving), vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, choking, unprotected sex, creampie, language, kidnapping, biting, mention of murderous intents, verbal abuse, threats;

Plot: while you were a mere human without any valuable ability, you were Ichigo Kurosaki’s adoptive sister. That alone was enough for Yhwach to kidnap you and confine you into a cell in his luxurious palace. Everyone loathed you and that was the main reason why you rarely left your room. That and the fact that you would have rather been alone than spending your time with the people who were trying to kill your friends and family. However, one of the them, the one no one dared to cross, had always protected you from the sharp tongues of his colleagues. He was cold, distant, impeccable, deadly, not bothered by human emotions. But you, you literally drove him nuts.

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One month. You started to wonder if your friends had forgotten about you in the chaos of the war. You were almost getting used to the white walls of your new bedroom. Everything radiated a creepy purity that made your stomach clench in disgust. You loathed the grey and white walls, just like you wanted to rip to shreds the snow-white blankets of the king sized bed you slept in every single night, since they had thrown you in that majestic chamber. They did not call it a prison and, actually, it really was not a cell. But your heart felt like you were trapped into one.

The inhabitants of that dull fortress despised you. You could see the way they looked at you, when you were forced to leave your room. You knew they would have loved to tear you apart, scattering your limbs around for your friends to collect. You were a useless human being, after all. They did not get why Yhwach had ordered them to kidnap you. He could have just asked them to kill you right on the spot, leaving you to die an agonizing death and drown in a pool of your own blood.

Yet, there you were. You had a comfortable bedroom, a private space and you were even granted the chance to have all the drinks and food you craved, along with fresh clothes and blankets.

You were sitting on the windowsill, a book in your hand, as you tried to keep your mind focused on something else than the army of psychopaths roaming down the corridors outside your room. However, your door banging opened all of a sudden made you shriek on your seat, your grip on the novel slipping, as the volume landed on the marble floor with a thud.

Eyes widening even so slightly, you flicked your gaze up at the intruders of the hour and your blood instantly ran cold. Giggles and light footsteps echoed in the room as the two wicked Sternritters walked in, closing the door behind them hastily to taunt you out of prying eyes for the umpteenth time that day.

“Ah, there you are! I’m so glad you are still alive…” Candice piped out, her leaf green eyes locking with yours as she folded her arms against her chest to stare you down in disdain.

“Isn’t she pretty, Candice? I mean, I could make her even prettier, if I turned her into a zombie! What do you say? Should I do it? Ah, she looks delicious!” the shorter one, Giselle, chimed in as she strolled towards you with a malicious glint in her doe eyes. Maybe, Giselle was the worst of them all. Those blue orbs of hers had been transfixed on you since the first day you had stepped into that pit of vipers. Her intent was clear.

More than once, even when you were minding your business, the Sternritter Z had tried to approach you and whisper in your ear all the wicked things she wished she could do to you.

Chills ran down your spine, as you gritted your teeth and glared at them “Get out of my room. You don’t seem that smart, otherwise you would think twice before laying a finger on me. If you hurt me, you would probably end up dead too” you stated, clenching your fists down your sides, as you tried to stand your ground.

They laughed at your face, their grins making it painly clear that you were nothing more than a joker to mock and abuse for their entertainment.

“Oh, would you look at that, Giselle? The tramp is finally showing her teeth! Maybe I should just electrocute her” Candice blurted out, her spiritual pressure increasing as she showed you her fist and the familiar sparks of green and blue electricity engulfing it.

Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of what would have probably determined your death and your heartbeat increased notably. You were hopeless this time. Your lower lip wobbled, your arms raising up in a defensive stance, as you squeezed your eyes shut and waited for the pain to strike you.

For the first time ever, you wished he was there to save you. You never appreciated his assistance, his cold and detached help, but this time your life was in danger. His deep voice, his scent and the sound of his cape fluttering around his slender figure were things you were grown almost fond of. He was the worst of the worst, the man you should have feared the most among those blood-thirsted monsters. Yet, he was the only one who treated you with respect and kindness.

Sometimes, you wondered if he really cared about you. Once you had even dared to ask him why he protected you from his subordinates, although you never received an answer. His stolid façade never cracked.

Maybe, he did not genuinely care about you and, if he had bumped into you on the battlefield, he would have probably sliced you up like a tenderloin, but there was something else in his icy blue eyes, when he helped you clean your wounds, or left new novels on your nightstand for you to find when you woke up in the morning.

He was just executing Yhwach’s orders, right?

“Don’t mess up her face, Candy! I want my new toy to look pretty!” Giselle’s voice abruptly interrupted your stream of consciousness, reminding you of how miserable your end was going to be.

How ironic was it that you were thinking of Haschwalth Jugram in the last moments of your life?

Candice hummed and sprinted towards you, a sadistic smirk gracing her lips as she consumed the distance between you two. You flinched in anticipation, waiting for her fist to make contact with your cheek, but a gust of wind whipping your face and the sound of a sword being unsheathed made you instantly relax.

You could have not been so lucky, right? But his deep voice echoing through your room and the gasps of fear from your aggressors made you lift your lids up to witness to the scene unraveling before your eyes.

“I don’t like to repeat myself, but apparently you two understand only violence. — Haschwalth said, his tone of voice flat but firm — Leave this room and do not even dare to glance at her anymore” he deadpanned, watching as the two Sternritters reluctantly nodded their heads and darted their eyes on you one last time, quick to leave you two alone.

The door closing behind them with a slam made you release a breath you did not know you were holding. He had saved once again. Your fingers were still trembling as you hopped down from the windowsill, your feet finally hitting the polished floor. You were still breathing quite heavily, your mouth dry, making it almost impossible for you to even mutter a simple ‘thank you’.

His back was still facing you, his broad shoulders and his height imposing over you and causing a turmoil of contrasting emotions in your stomach.

“Thank you, Haschwalth” you breathed out then, darting your eyes on the white wall not to be forced to lock eyes with him, when he turned around to look at your shaking frame.

Blonde and long hair, light-blue eyes and that white uniform he wore had always reminded you of how similiar to the popular portrait of a Prince Charming he was, despite his cruel intentions and villainous antics. His exterior jarred with his physical appearence.

“You were lucky I was around” he stated flatly, his eyes intently studying your features.

What was that insufferable feeling consuming him from the insides, whenever you were around him? It was not only connected to the way your beauty whetted his appetites, it was not a lustful and carnal desire. There was more. You were most likely the only person he did not enterily despise.

“Yeah, probably” you replied shortly, fumbling with the hem of your shirt in nervousness. He could sense you were avoiding his gaze, fear and anxiety were flinging around you.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, not moving an inch from where he was standing.

“I’m fine”.

Haschwalth did not trust you. He took a single step towards you, his hand reaching down to raise your face and his thumb and forefinger grasped your chin. Your eyes met for a split second, your heart skipping a beat at the unexpected gentle touch, but you were still way too shaken from the previous events to even bear a confrontation with him. Therefore, you swatted his hand away and took a step back, only to end up against the wall behind you. Your back flattened against it, your eyes half-lidded as you shot a pleading glance up at him.

Haschwalth was not surprised by your reaction but, instead of pushing your buttons further, he dropped his arm back down his side and arched a blonde eyebrow up. You had never really shoved him off of you, when he tended your wounds or checked on you. Something had changed. Was it only fear? The fear of being touched by one of the same people that had tried to harm you was undoubtedly coursing through your veins, glowing into your wary eyes, but there was something more. It was another kind of fear.

“What is it now? Am I not allowed to touch you anymore? You did not seem to be that scared of me before” he pointed out, resting his left hand on the hilt of his sword out of habit.

Cold sweat ran down your back at the accusation. Why had you escaped his gentle touch? It was not the fear of being hurt. You were liking your proximity, his concern, even though it was surely fake, was comforting. You liked his touch and that fact terrorized you to the point that your stomach clenched and twisted at the thought of how you craved some warmth, especially his warmth.

“It’s not—” you started, but a knock on the door cut you off, as Haschwalth immediately walked up to grasp the silver handle and opening it.

A petite woman, holding a refined silver tray in her gloved hands, came in. Her eyes were downcast as she silently settled it on your table, before bowing her head at the both of you and scurring out of your room. She did not fear you. She would have probably been capable of causing you enough damage to kill you, if you two were to engage a fight. It was him the one she was scared of.

“I was just about to wish you a good rest. Enjoy your dinner” he then spoke out, glancing briefly at you before disappearing behind the door too.

Once again, you were alone with your thoughts and contrasting feelings. You were not that hungry anymore, after what had happened, but you needed to eat to keep yourself healthy. As you sat down at your desk and poured yourself a glass of water, you realized that the event causing your lack of appetite was not what had happened with the Sternitters T and Z. It was the Sternitter B’s fault.

A restless night followed your meal. You thought you could find some peace among the silky bedsheets of your bed, but everything about that bedroom reminded you of him. Your eyes darted on the clock beside your bed, sighing as, much to your dismay, you realized it was two in the morning. For three hours you had tried to shift positions, read some more pages of the historical novel Haschwalth had left for you to read, but nothing worked. Your body craved some sleep, but your mind was unstoppable.

In a utter distress, you scoffed and sat up on the bed, bringing your knees to your chest and curling yourself up in a ball. Your forehead rested on the top of your knees, eyes closed, as you listened to the steady sound of the clock ticking. You were tired of being stuck in that place, you were tired of restraining yourself to feel forbidden emotions.

But just when you thought things could not get worst, you heard the door creaking open again. You lifted your head up, alredy alarmed by the fact that someone was entering your chamber in the the dead of the night, when you were supposed to be vulnerable and asleep.

However, as you jumped out of the bed and switched the lights on, you gasped at the sight of Haschwalth holding some books in his hands. He furrowed his brows, clearly not expecting to find you wide awake and ready to throw hands, if it was necessary.

“I thought you were asleep. I apologize, it was not my intention to startle you” Haschwalth declared, settling the three books over the desk.

You shrugged and looked at your feet, realizing how poorly covered you were before him. Your nightgown barely reached the middle of your thighs, granting him the chance to look at the entire length of your legs.

“I can’t sleep. Thank you for the books, anyway” you said, gesturing at the novels he had just brought to you as a form of entertainment from the living hell you were experiencing. It was a small attention he reserved to you, one of the things that made you believe he actually had an ounce of uncontaminated respect towards you.

“It’s nothing. You told me you liked to read, when you arrived here. You mentioned it being the closest form of freedom and escapism a prisoner could get to experience” the tall Sternitter said, his eyes somehow softer as he gazed at you.

Was it an attempt to make a small and civil conversation with you? Whatever it was, you were glad he had given some importance to your words. While the accomodation was something he had provided you under the strict command of his King, this was a small gesture of sympathy and mercy coming right from his core. In that very moment, it was hard believing he was the same cold-blooded man that had massacred legions of shinigamis before your eyes.

You bitterly smiled, making an effort in dealing with reality as you bit the insides of your cheeks. You oughed him some sort of an answer and, judging by his curious gaze, he was expecting you to reply something.

“You were not obliged to lend me your novels. I thought you were supposed to simply keep me alive and hold me captive… — you reasoned, your voice calm as you switched your attention from the blue cover of the book to his pale visage — These small gestures are not your Master’s orders, am I right?” you inquired, hoping this time he would properly retort something instead of walking away and avoiding your questions.

“Why do you care? It’s not the first time you’re questioning my actions” the blonde man noted, elgantly gliding his hand over the smooth surface of the desk.

You hated the way your eyes followed his movements attentively, or the way your mind played tricks on you.

‘How would those huge, calloused hands feel on my skin?’ you asked yourself, before turning around and sitting on the edge of the bed. The tension was palpable and you were more than sure that, despite the umpertubable expression freezing his face over, he could sense it too. After all, if your eyes had acted on their own accord and lingered on him for way too long, his ones were doing the same.

“Because I can’t figure you out” you admitted softly, sinking your foreteeth onto your bottom lip right after it.

You did not expect him to bother keeping this conversation up, but you were surprised as he took a step towards you and looked down at you. His jaw was clenched, eyes boring into yours in what resembled frustration, a battle clearly waging into his logical mind, as he stunned you in silence with his own confession.

“Honestly, I cannot figure you out too and it is driving me nuts” he stated bitterly, causing you to swallow down forcefully.

You tried to speak again, but the only sound leaving your lips was a small gasp of surprise as he wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you up on your feet. You craned your neck to look him in the eye and all you saw was a primordial desire, the same flame enveloping your heart and leaving ashes in your chest.

Before you had time to realize what was happening, his hands glided down your spine, until he hooked them behind your thighs and lifted you up easily. Your eyes were wide opened, as your legs were now tightly wrapped around his waist. What followed was a sinful action you did not fully know back then, if you would have ever been able to forgive yourself from having done.

His lips hingrily captured yours, as he made your back flatten against the wall. Your fingers found his hair, as your lips followed the lead of the man used to command and give orders. His tongue dominated yours without any resistance coming from you. It was too much to handle, too pleasurable to stop now.

A small moan left your lips, as he bit down onto your lower lip before he attacked your neck with equal hunger for your flesh, for you. You felt your cheeks boiling, his touch consuming you to the bone as if he was coating you in lava. Each bite onto your neck, or down to your cleavage, was a sign of how much he was conflicted by what he was feeling around you. You made him lose himself, it was unacceptable.

As his hand slithered down in the middle of you thighs, you felt ashamed of yourself for how much you wanted him to touch you. Haschwalth groaned as the pads of his fingers met the damp fabric of your panties, gliding them up and down through the thin item only to increase your arousal.

“Dripping for your enemy, tsk” he rasped, tugging them harshly to the side before drawing irregular patterns over your bundle of nerves.

Electricity coursed through your veins, your toes curling at the dirty remark he had made. The worst part of it was that he was right, there was no way you could deny it, or hide it from you. Not when his fingers easily delved into your warm core. Whimpers of pleasure fell from your lips as you lolled your head back against the wall, chest raising and falling erratically as you tried your best not to make too much noise.

However, despite his long fingers thrusting into you made it hard to think straight, you somehow still found the guts to fire something back.

“I may be dripping but you’re rock hard” you panted, mewling as Haschwalth remove his index from your aching heat and settled you back down on your feet.

His hands meticulously slipped underneath your nightgown, grasping the straps of your underwear and dragging the item down your legs, until they rested on your ankles. He was feral, almost tearing the panties apart as he hastily tossed them somewhere behind him. Haschwalth knelt down in front of you and grasped your right leg, draping it over his shoulder as he shot a lustful glare.

“I liked you better when you simply moaned” he remarked, before running his tongue flatly down your slit. You whined, eyes squeezing shut as your fingers threaded his hair in pleasure. No one had ever gone down on you like that, as if the juices streaming down your inner thighs were some divine nectar.

His lips sucked deliciously on your throbbing clit, making your legs shaking violently as you tried to keep yourself straight against the wall. You could not get enough, your mouth hanging open as you did not even care about who heard you anymore. Who would have complained about what was happening in your bedroom anyway? There was a perverse sting of satisfaction and pride in watching the Sternitter Grand Master delve his tongue into you. He was on his knees for you, serving a prisoner as if she was some queen whose approval counted.

As you whimpered one last time, hips bucking up against his face, Haschwalth growl and squeezed your rear in primordial desire. You came onto his tongue, almost slumping down onto the floor as he pulled away from you and wiped his chin and mouth with a tissue in his double-breast jacket.

More. He wanted more, he was ready for more. He could not fight the attraction he felt for you, therefore he had no qualms about dragging you to the bed and quickly unbuckle the belt of his trousers. Your eyes were glued on him as you watched the way he slowly stripped out of his candid uniform. His abs, his chest, his thighs seemed the precious work of a greek sculptor. Never in your life you had seen someone as perfect as he was.

You thought that removing your nighthgown was the least you could do for him. You did not fail to notice how his eyes gazed at your perky breasts, just like you almost flinched at the sight of his shaft spriging out of his tight boxers.

“Come here” he said, his tone unnaturally soothing as he climbed onto the bed and stood up on his knees. You did not hesitate to follow his command, your mouth watering as you crawled up to him and gently wrapped your hand around his cock. There was no more shame in your eyes, your body almost moving under the influence of a forbidden desire eating you up from the inside.

You heard him suck in a breath, his eyes closing, as you started to swirl your tongue around the pinkish tip to tease him. His hand grabbed the back of your neck and prompted you to give him more, to part your lips and let him experience the warmth of your welcoming mouth. You did not put on a fight, eager to hear him grunt just as much as he had enjoyed breaking you earlier. Each inch you took in made him tightened the grip on your hair, your mouth and tongue working to let him accomodate into your cavity.

“Damn it…” Haschwalth huskily said, a guttural moan falling from his lips, while you bobbed your head up and down to elicit more moans from him. Yet, he stopped you. Gripping on your hair tightly enough to make you pull your mouth away from him, he sighed and pushed you down onto your back.

For a second, you thought you were not doing a good job but, when he hovered over you and spread your legs for him to settle in between, his thumb brushed over your lower lip and he whispered something in your ear that made you whimper in anticipation.

“Don’t worry, it’s just that I intend to empty myself into you” he uttered, hooking one of your leg around his hip before shoving himself into you slowly, gradually.

A strained moan left your lips, as he grunted and bit onto the crook of your neck with each inch he conquered into you. Your eyes rolled in the back of your skull, the intrusion both pleasurable and painful as you adjusted yourself at his impressive size.

As Haschwalth carefully began to thrust into you, your hands cupped his smooth cheeks. Your lips found each others in sloppy and messy kisses, so unlike him, out of his style, out of the world. You could not believe you had allowed him into your bed, the sound of skin against skin filling the room and fueling something inside the composed Sternitter.

His hand found its way around your neck, the other flying up to the bedhead to balance himself as his hips smacked against yours in a feral pace. You did not protest to the blatant act of dominance, the grip on your neck only increasing your pleasure as you could focusing on your sensation.

“H-Hascwalth, I—” you whimpered, eyes watering as you gripped the bedsheets beside you so tightly your knuckles turned white.

“I know… Me too” he rasped, before releasing your neck and kissing you passionately. Your legs shook, your moan muffled by his lips pressing against your as you both came. His forehead was resting against yours, as he panted and gently stroked your cheek.

Sleeping was not hard, after that. You fell asleep over his chest, one of his arm draped over your waist in a firm grip, in which you woke up in the morning. Once again, when he slept, it was hard to believe Haschwalth Jugram was a monster. Haschwalth Jugram was just an angel who had lost his wings down his way to Hell.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I am not going to apologize for that long and lewd one-shot. Actually, looking back at all of my works, this is probably the filthiest thing I have ever written in my life, lol! Well, what can I say? Some characters bring out the worst in me… Let me know what you guys think about this! Likes, comments and re-posts are always appreciated!

Until next,

x o x o

TAGS: @stygianoir @byakuyandaizenwifey @shattereddreamssara and my queen @sashi-ya because, if I’m not mistaken, you kind of like our deadly Prince Charming✨

[sashi-ya]

𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂//𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 Jugram x Arrancar! F! Reader x Virgin! Adult! Uryu. [+18]

⋆ au: some years after the war, where the Quincy have won. Uryu is +20 y/o ⋆ tw: mdni. threesome. virgin Uryu gets a lesson from Jugram. oral. cum swallowing. humilliation. cream pie. fingering. ⋆ taglist: @hohoooowhy @cyberdazetragedy @stygianoir @tsuukichan

“Haschwalt, Uryuu… when will you two cooperate to make me a little bit happier?” “ Your majesty, I am always open to do so”

White capes blowing against the sordid winds of the Silbern. Purest black strands and blonde ones, imitating the motions. Your image reflected on those glasses, and the shine of a sword that seems to balance the weight of the world on its edge.

The hollow in your chest, so dark as the void you feel in what once represented your heart. Who are these people? Why are they here? Why did they do the things they do to your people? What do they want from such arid lands, where the sun is never up and a moon shines eternally on a dry sky?

“What is this woman doing here?” the glasses wearing man asks. Your muffled gasp still audible gets to his ears.

That young adult has eyes as blue as a deep sea, and the finest face expressions you ever seen.

“Your Majesty has brought her to you as a gift, appreciate it. A true King needs to have fun sometimes too” the blonde one says, his face is barely visible underneath the Sternritter hat and the long strands popping.  

“Is not just for Uryu, Haschwalt. Share her, get along. I need you two cooperating for the greater good of the new world” the man that has brought only pain and destruction to your endless lands of sand says. And those words make you shiver, the way the blonde man gasps and how he takes off his hat… showing underneath a beautiful masculine depiction of perfection.

It won’t be admitted, until that king looking man leaves, that none of the guys standing in front of you wanna hurt you. However, you can see it in their eyes.

But your work there was, in order to have your fracciones and your life forgiven, to please the Quincy…

And just about two or three seconds after the maroon caped old man flew out of the place, both men came closer to you.

“Don’t worry, we don’t need you to do anything” the one, apparently named Uryuu, says. He assures you, in all honesty that nothing will happen to you as long as you keep it quiet.

However, the blonde one, refuses to follow Uryuu’s sayings.

“Your Majesty said we have to use her” he categorically says, so impassively it’s almost scary.

“Use her? What do you think she is, Jugram?” the dark-haired youngster says, almost bumping heads with the blonde one.

Jugram’s turquoise eyes fix on the deep blue ones that so morally are judging him, and sighs.

“You are gonna be the king, aren’t you? Why are you afraid, Ishida Uryu? Do you regret taking our Majesty’s blood? Are you sure you are on this side?”

The hate in between both men grows stronger every second it passes, and it feels like your knees will collapse soon. You need to stop them, but most importantly, make sure you will do your work… if not, there is a lot involved that you might lose.

“Jugram-sama! Uryu-sama! I’m here, willingly offering my body for you both to take as many bites as you desire from it!”

Silence takes over, their noses almost touching and their frowning so very serious now takes a glimpse of your subduing posture on the ground.

On your knees, covered by white clothes that you slowly unzip to reveal the purest form of your Arrancar body.

“Please, use me. I wanna please you both” you purr, in hopes of luring them into your trap of honey and lust.

Uryu swallows; pale cheeks blushed, sprinkled with reddish shame. Jugram tilts his head, slowly to the right. His blonde bangs softly caress the bridge of his straight nose, and an almost visible smirk garnishes his lips.

“Go ahead, future King… dig in” he murmurs, pushing Uryuu to be the one to take the first taste. Out of pure courtesy, perhaps. Or who knows why.

You nod, fixing into the deep blue eyes of the future ruler of the Quincies. “Come… sir, please” you whisper, stretching your right hand to him.

Wary steps are taken towards your submissive persona; is not that Uryuu isn’t interested in the bouncing motion of your breasts, or the fresh flesh displayed for his only enjoyment, but right now? This way? He is already an adult, but he has never… not after winning the war.

“May I ask, future King… you wish to be guided?” Jugram asks, as keen as always, when noticing Uryuu’s doubts come from inexperience.

The dark-haired man isn’t able to look you nor him in the eyes, but rather to the side. His lips semi open, the accelerated breathing, the warmth on his lips and in between his legs… a body so desperate, a mind so confused, a soul so naïve.

“Yes…” he sighs.

“Very well, then. Should I show you how to please a woman?” Jugram asks, lifting you in one swift swing up from your hand.

Uryuu fixes his glasses, using his left index to move the frame upwards. “Hnn…” he nods, this time adopting a position of a younger brother. What it takes for him to finally be taught something so basic, instead of being required to rule a new world with the blood of his friends still dripping all around.

Jugram takes a good look at your body proportions with squinting eyes. He is probably calculating where and how to touch for his motions to be the most effective. He still needs to show the future king the perfect way this is done.

When he finally positions himself behind you, a shiver runs through your back. You were there because of different reasons, but you couldn’t blame yourself for experiencing real desire for those two men. The experienced teacher, and the virginal pupil, both about to enjoy a new lesson based in your body…

When the cold hand of the blonde comes from behind, and places it over your breast, you squirm a little.

“Stay still, we are here to show our future king how to please a piece of meat like you” he murmurs, right in your ear. It makes you bite your lip; it makes you moan when he finally pulls from your hardened nipple.

Jugram shows his pupil how rock and erect your pleasure points are in between his slender delicate fingers. You look to the side, but still, you are able to see how Uryuu fixes his eyes into the turgor of your chest.  “I’m sure you know about erogenous zones; you’ve been studying the human body. This is one of them. You need to pull, touch, and if you feel fancy enough… use your mouth to do it. In fact, you could use your mouth all over… even your teeth”

The blonde, turns you to the side with no mercy. And with no mercy he also sits you over the huge white table in the centre of that cerulean lights room.  

“Never, ever you should kneel. Is the woman who should be lifted if it’s small enough for your lips not to reach her breasts” Jugram sentences; he takes it very seriously; he is raising a true king.

He cups your chest with one of his hands as his pale lips reaches for your nipple. First, the tip of his tongue. Then, the wet sensation of it, dampening your hardness. And ultimately, the sharp surface of his teeth, nibbling on them, making your head to be thrown back in total pleasure.

“See? She likes it. Now, if you want it to be faster so that you can use her insides you need to prep her” Jugram says, as if you were non-existent, like a piece of meat, like a doll to use…

And you couldn’t care less; as Jugram’s fingers open its way inside your sex. He didn’t take much to undress you, the white skirt wouldn’t cover much either way.

The pumping motions start slowly and from there the rhythm increases. Reflected on Uryuu’s glasses is the image of your body reaction to such blissful movements, going in and out, always hitting up so that you feel like you are about to burst.

“See how she retorts? It is exactly because she wants more… right, you slut? As a Quincy we should kill you, but first this hole should be useful” the blonde spits, so indecently fingering you while he does nothing but degrade you.

Uryu, who fights a moral battle inside himself, focuses on the way his white pants are now tightly crushing his erection. Why is he hard to such humiliation… when did he become the way he did? Why he is moving on his own, right now?

You whine louder as the glasses boy is also all over you in a blink of an eye. His delicate hand grab you by your cheeks, pressing hard with violence he never knew he had.

He swallows, letting his cape fall to the ground while cracking his neck. Your pleading eyes, and your opened lips are like a beautiful trap in which he had fallen.

Jugram has now added uncountable number of fingers inside you while pulls from your hair back to show your neck to his friend. Like the Devil presenting temptation to the young apprentice, he invites him to carve his teeth on your body.

And that’s exactly what Uryu does. He bites, as if he was trying to retrieve blood from your carotid, leaving marks in your skin. He takes the time, next, to smell the scent of your sweating sex flesh.

His soft lips travel up and down, the tip of his tongue too.

Jugram finds it fascinating; it doesn’t matter how much of a virgin Uryu could be, a man’s instinct can lead the way perfectly fine. And he notices, also, the way his pupil slowly kisses down your belly towards your already about to burst sex.

The blonde stops the masturbating pumps and allows Uryu to reach your folds as he can see his avid need to drink from it.

“Guess I don’t have to explain how to do that, huh?” he kinda laughs, something weird coming from the balanced man. And while Uryu gets lost in the perfume of your dripping core, he makes sure you spread your legs as it is proper.

And after slapping your inner thighs Jugram enjoys the way your eyes turn white when the tip of his next king’s tongue reaches for your salty taste.

Your belly spasms, your back arches but even if you wish you could lay on it over the table, Jugram won’t let you. His hand hasn’t stop pulling from your hair, and it’s both painful and pleasant.

“Do you think we are here just to please you? Open your mouth” he commands, moving your head towards him while he lets his zipper down.

You swallow, knowing that saliva will be the last thing you will have before his hardness hits your throat. And indeed, he lifts one of his legs over the table so that his crotch could reach your mouth, and guiding his sex inside your mouth, he makes you gag.

The frame of Uryu’s glasses carve into your thighs, as you involuntarily close your legs. He is not worried; he is actually enjoying the warmth of your skin against his blushed cheeks.

Your juices drip from the lips that once were tinted in blood, to his chin as if he was devouring a fruit. Uryu eats you out desperately; his senses have been overly stimulated and he swears he could cum by just this.

His eyes sometimes scan the way his blonde teacher makes you gag, with all of his length buried in your throat. He can only think of doing the same next. The tears running through your cheeks, the way you run out of oxygen, the protrusion of Jugram’s dick showing on your throat… why is he enjoying this? why the more you plead for mercy the more he gets harder, and harder?

In any case, the sudden explosion of your breathless climax amazes him. Uryu can feel your inner walls clenching to his fingers, and your orgasm invading his tongue.

Drop by drop, he feeds well off you. While Jugram grunts, because your mouth tries to close on its own as you come.

“Don’t bite, you bitch!” he protests, slapping your cheek hard enough to feel it but still soft enough not to hurt you. He might speak that way, but he is indeed very delicate on its own. He won’t go deeper for an inch more; he knows how not to cause you damage.

Uryu stands up, watching Jugram about to reach his own orgasm with the wetness of your mouth around his dick. He looks at his glasses wearing “little brother” with a smirk.

“I know you wanna fuck her, go ahead. Fill her cunt, I will stuff his stomach with my cum” he says, in between breathy pants. Words that surprise Uryu to no extent, where is the sophisticated Jugram he knows?

You give him a look, with blurry vision and a needy broken sight. You wanna tell him to do it, you want Uryu to fuck you and fill you up as Jugram said. You hope that your looks will be enough for him to understand, because you can’t use your mouth as it begins to get flooded with warm, sticky, white release.

He gets the message, clearly. But he is still inexpert; he thinks he knows what to do, but he doesn’t really.

Haschwalt sticks his dick out, pumping with his hands the last drops of his orgasm onto your lips. His seed drips from your lips to your neck and into your breasts, and it’s ok.

“Come on, fuck her… or should I show you that too?” he mocks his dark-haired companion while coming closer to him.

Jugram stands behind Uryu, grabbing a fistful of his straight hair. In other situation he could have been killed for doing so to the future king, but Uryu didn’t mind; he was too lost in pleasure to even think about it.

The blonde Quincy whispers on his ear, pushing him against you slowly and dominantly. “remember what our majesty told us… use her, now”

Reddish cheeks and warm breathe kissing Uryu’s lips, his eyelids sloppily falling down as he fixes his eyes in yours. His white pants fall to the ground, and the wet spot on his underwear grows bigger as his hardness does to.

You can only wait for his intrusion, eagerly to be penetrated, panting, and cleaning the still rests of Jugram’s cum off your lips and chin.

Uryu’s pale hand pump his never used sex, getting him ready to slide right in as Jugram spreads your legs surrounding Uryu from behind, leaving him in between you and him.

“Go…” he murmurs, ordering so sweetly. “Ye-yes” Uryu stutters, getting ready to fix all the time lost.

He is delicate, but it feels amazingly well. He slides in, resting, as Jugram grab him by his hip for a moment, right by your entrance. “Calm down, do it slower at first”

It’s so perverse to see Jugram believe he is the right of taking the lead, but it’s even more depraved that Uryu seems to be enjoying it even more than both you and Jugram.

“Now, begin moving… fuck her rough” the blonde finally says, while smiling so corruptly towards you as if he wanted to warn you of something. Perhaps, he was happy to find the perfect hollow to use on and on.

Like a total slave of desire, with no humanity left whatsoever, his glasses get foggy, and you take them off his beautiful face. Jugram allows you to close your legs, trapping Uryu with them around the waist.

You lift your hips up, allowing for him to go even deeper in that steady rhythm he has so easily learned to maintain. Carving nails like claws into his soft back, allowing for him to moan into your mouth, as you do the same.

Sometimes you take a look at the man who taught him; Jugram is sitting on one of the couches, ready to continue once his pupil is over.

But the one who is almost over, is you. And the grunts and moans become louder and faster. Your insides clench, milk your lover desperately. Uryu can feel it, he shakes, he bites your lip pulling with no mercy from them. You fix your eyes into his deep blue ones, mumbling something similar to an “I’m coming” and “please don’t stop”.

Of course he won’t stop, he can’t even if he wanted to. And soon after you carve your heel into the small of his back as you climax, he does to.

Uryu slams the table right next to you, as he is sweating and filling you up. What a beautiful façade of pure extasy and delicious desire…

More, I want more. From the regret to the need. Hollows might be toxic to Quincy, but Quincy aren’t toxic to Hollows… only deadly.

[dopepoisonivyoncrack]

Interesting table setting

I wonder how they chose the places and what does it tell about their relationship

Its kinda funny to imagine someone wreaking their brains with sternritter places at conference table like its a wedding table planning where you can't put aunt x next to uncle y because he owes her money lmao

Also not everyone is present, like...aside from who died in part one, this table misses Lille, Gerard, Pernida...

[girlwiththepapatattoo]

Protocols for the Exceptionally Lonely, Chapter 1

Fandom: Bleach

Warnings: angst, Kenpachi-typical wounds, frank talk about sex, spoilers for the end of the manga (just in case)

Pairing: Zaraki Kenpachi x Original Female Character

Summary: Zaraki Kenpachi, feared captain of the 11th division, has been feeling out of sorts since the battle with the Sternritter. Chōko Akane, his dedicated healer in the 4th, offers to help in a way he doesn't expect.

Notes: This story came around after talking with the wonderful @kleineshexenkraut, about the idea of the 4th offering more than just physical healing to those in need. And like my brain is wont to do, it took that idea, ran with it and fled the country into places I didn't expect. XD So I hope that you enjoy! <3 (And if you see any tense mistakes, please don’t hesitate to let me know! Tenses are my nemesis! XD)

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Chōko Akane walks down the hall, ignoring the whispers that follow her down the pristine white expanse. She ignores, too, the pitying looks on her squadmates’ faces, looks that say she’s going to her doom. She understands their fears, truly, but she doesn’t think she has anything to worry about. 

After all, she’s treated Zaraki Kenpachi, taichō of the 11th division many times before, and nothing bad had happened. 

She’s seen to his injuries for a few years now. Not many people can actually treat him using traditional healing methods, like sutures or such, due to his absurd amount of reiatsu making it impossible for normal shinigami to pierce his skin with needles. But Kotetsu Isane-taichou wasn’t always available to see him, and Kotetsu Kiyone-fukutaichou outright refused. So she volunteered without a problem. 

The first time she’d treated him on her own had been…memorable to say the least.

“Good afternoon, Zaraki-taichō. I’m-”

“You’re not Kotetsu,” Kenpachi growls, covered in blood on her table. She’s not sure how much of it isn’t his. 

“Very astute, taichō,” she replies smoothly, her eyes already looking for open wounds. “I’m-”

“You’re not gonna be able to do anything unless you use that kidō crap,” he interrupts again. 

She pauses and looks up, because even sitting down he’s taller than her, and she’s not exactly a tiny woman. Only a couple inches shorter than Kotetsu-taichō herself, she’s enjoyed the reputation that her height, her calm demeanor, and her professionalism have obtained her. 

Namely, people are rather scared of her. 

Or at least, people outside her division are. People inside her division are fiercely loyal, because she stands up for them whenever she can, protecting them from danger, whether that takes the form of hollows or some 11th division asshole. 

Such as the man in front of her. 

Her eyes flash with annoyance as she meets his menacing gaze. “Zaraki-taichō, with all due respect, if you’d stop interrupting me I’ll be able to tell you why I was sent.” He blinks in surprise that she’d dare to use a tone like that with him. His eye narrows, and she has a fleeting thought of, ‘oops,’ but he remains silent. “Thank you. I’m Chōko Akane, 4th seat. I was sent to heal you because I’ve healed you before. I helped tend to your wounds after you came back half dead from taking on two vasto lorde ten years ago.” 

He blinks again. “...that was you?” 

“Partly,” she says, pulling on a pair of gloves. “I helped Unohana-taichō, though back then I was still the 6th seat. Please remove your haori and shihakusho and lean back on the table.”

He gave her another look, from the tips of her long hair (which is pulled into a tight ponytail and pitch black, but she’s showing signs of premature graying as flecks of silver glint in the light), over her face (dark, chocolate brown eyes that are rather severe right now behind half-rim glasses, a button nose with a cute little scar across the bridge, full lips and a strong chin), down over wide shoulders and well muscled arms. Her torso is thick, also well muscled but with a softness over the steel that many people would underestimate her for. His eyes snap back to hers and, without a word, he does as she said. He’s quiet the entire rest of his visit, save for when he grunts out answers to a question. Once she pronounces him healed, he leaves without a word, which is all well and fine in her book. 

Three days after that incident, he’d been back with a broken arm, and Akane has been his personal healer in all but name only from that day since. A fact that both relieves the general population of the 4th division, and worries them greatly. After all, they would gladly throw themselves into battle to protect her if something goes wrong (barring the fact that she could probably handle it herself) but…what could they do if their enemy is Zaraki? Not much, that’s what. 

Today she walks into her treatment room to find him lounging back on the table, one long leg bent up at the knee, the other crossed over it, foot bouncing as he waits. His arms are crossed behind his head, bony elbows and wiry but thickly muscled forearms poking out of his sleeves, visible eye on the ceiling…and his face covered in blood. “Good afternoon, Zaraki-taichō,” she says pleasantly as she shuts the door. “Did you catch another roof with your face?” 

The giant man grins as he sits up. He’s come to appreciate her desert-dry humor over the years. “Nah, Ikkaku got a lucky hit or three.” 

“Or three,” she snorts, pulling on her gloves. She readies a small pail of water and a stack of soft washcloths to clean the blood away, then steps over to him, standing at his knees. “Lean forward please.” He does so without complaint, his forearms bracing on his knees, and she gets to work gently sluicing the blood from his skin. 

His eye scans her face, as always narrowing in on the scar on the bridge of her nose. “You still haven’t told me how you got that,” he rumbles. This close, the sound of his voice is almost more felt than heard. She tells herself the goosebumps running down the backs of her arms are from the cool breeze from the open window. 

“You’ve asked the last sixteen times you’ve been in, taichō,” she replies with a faint, almost fond smile. “And just like the last sixteen times, I will tell you to ask me next time.” 

“Tch. You’re never gonna tell me, are you?” 

Her smile widens a hair. “Maybe I like being mysterious. Or maybe it’s from some ordinary accident, like I tripped and smashed my face on a door.” 

He huffs a laugh, and her eyes flick up from her task to meet his before focusing in again. “You think I buy that?” 

“Nope.” She says it cheerfully enough that he laughs again, and her heart warms. 

If she’s being honest with herself, she’s been a little bit worried about the huge man. She’s heard that he’s taken the disappearance of his lieutenant and adopted daughter, Kusajishi Yachiru, pretty hard. The first time that he was in to see her since the incident, he was dead silent, not even a grunt of pain as she assisted the 12th division in regenerating his arm. His eyes had looked almost dead...and that had scared her more than his presence ever had. 

Lately it seems like he’s been doing better. He laughs again, he talks with her, they flirt a bit (though she’d never admit that’s what they were doing to anyone, least of all Kenpachi himself). But there’s still something…off, from how he used to be. 

“Zaraki-taichō…could I ask you a question that’s unrelated to your bleeding face?” she asks hesitantly. 

His gaze leaves her scar and focuses on her eyes, gauging the look in them before giving her his trademark razor-sharp grin. “You just did.”

In spite of her nerves, she rolls her eyes. “Very funny.” 

“I thought so.” 

“Taichō.”

He snickers, then snorts at her when she jabs at some blood under a cut a little harder than necessary. “All right, all right. Go ahead.” 

She tosses the current cloth, covered in his blood, into the bio-hazard hamper and reaches for the next, trying to figure out how to phrase it correctly. Then she remembers who she’s talking to and decides to just be a little more blunt than she’d usually be. “How have you been feeling lately? Not physically.” 

He blinks at her. He’d been expecting any number of questions, but that hadn’t been one of them. “...what do you mean?” 

“Eight months ago, you were not in a good state,” she says carefully. “You didn’t speak, I heard from Madarame-fukutaichou that you barely ate or slept for weeks. You’ve seemed better lately, but…I’ve been worried about you.” 

She sounds sheepish, as if that was hard to admit for her. He realizes that it probably is, considering how closed off she is around almost everyone. A small part of him is flattered. “...been okay,” he finally says, slowly, as if unsure what he should be saying. 

“Just okay?” she asks gently, finally finished cleaning away all the blood. His immense reiatsu has already started to close the wounds, though the neat slices are still bleeding slightly. Her hands start to glow a soft green, healing kidō beginning to work on the rest. His jaw tightens slightly, some of his good humor falling away, and he lets his eye fall. She can sense the hesitation in him, not used to telling other people his mental state when they didn’t happen to be tiny with pink hair , and she’s not sure if that’s because there hasn’t been anyone else or because he’s afraid it would make him seem weak. “Taichō, you should know by now that I won’t judge you for anything.” 

He lets out a slow breath,and with how close she is healing him it blows gently over her lower jaw. She hides another shiver. “I’ve been feelin’...a bit restless. Lonely, kind of. Yachiru was…” His brow twitches. “She’s not really gone. I keep tryin’ to tell people that.” His hand wraps gently around the hilt of his sword. “She’s still here, but different. It’s been…” He huffs an annoyed breath, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “Can’t ever seem to explain it right. She’s here, but she’s not here, and I…” His eye closes, and even being this close to him she has to strain to hear when he whispers, “I miss her weight on my shoulder, you know?” 

The last of his cuts seal shut, and it looks like he was never injured in the first place. In spite of trying to remain professional, her heart breaks for him. She swallows hard, then does something she’s never done before: she shifts to his side and sits next to him. “Zaraki-taichō, here at the 4th we believe in looking after the entirety of a person, not just their physical body. You’ve been under my care for quite a number of years now, and I take that responsibility very seriously.” She keeps her voice gentle, and she lets just a hint of the fondness she feels for him slip into her voice, knowing that he’ll hear it. Indeed, he blinks in surprise at her, paying a little more attention, his visible eye watching her as she folds her hands in her lap. “That being said, the 4th offers a range of services that aren’t just related to healing wounds. If someone needs company, we will provide it. If someone needs physical touch, we offer massage and also non-sexual cuddling. If someone needs sex, we offer certain sexual acts to help them.” 

“Wait. What?” For the first time in her life, Akane has witnessed Kenpachi being absolutely shell-shocked. Her lips twitch before she reins it in. “You’re fuckin’ with me.” 

“I assure you I’m not.” She eyes him with a raised eyebrow. “Surely you know that sex is very healthy to those who experience sexual desire. There is a whole host of benefits that-” 

“‘Course I know that,” he interrupts gruffly. “If sex wasn’t good for you, it wouldn’t feel good.” He shifts a little, turning towards her more fully as she digests that…rather inaccurate statement. “I mean, are you offering to fuck me?” 

In spite of herself and her professionalism, a faint blush rises to her cheeks. “Not necessarily, though if that’s what you end up needing I wouldn’t be opposed to offering. Right now, I would like to do a reiatsu analysis on you.” 

“A…reiatsu analysis?” he asks in confusion. 

She nods. “You can tell a great many things about someone from their reiatsu, taichō, beyond how strong they are. I can feel someone’s reiatsu and know exactly what sort of feelings they’ve been struggling with lately. Then I can know what will help them going forward.” He eyes her warily, and she almost lets her surprise show on her face. There’s no way he’s actually scared of me, she thinks. But instead, she gentles her voice as she says, “You know that not only could I not hurt you very much, I wouldn’t want to. I promise you, I only want to help.” 

He stares down at her for just a moment more, taking in her open expression, the worry in her brows that he knows she’s trying to hide. He finally heaves a sigh and shifts back so he’s facing forward once more. “What do I gotta do?” 

She can’t help but beam. “Wonderful!” She hops off the table and has him lie down flat. She almost grins to see his feet hanging off the ends. “You’re going to feel my reiatsu flowing into you, taichō. I need you to not fight it. You need to accept me, not reject me. If you do fight it, you’ll probably hurt me greatly.” 

He stares up at her, looking just a hint nervous. “You sure you want to do this, Akane?” 

She pauses. She’s pretty sure this is the first time he’s ever used her name like that. She has to push down on just how much she enjoys it. “Of course I am. I want to help you. This is the best way to do it.” His look doesn’t change, concerned and nervous and just a little confused, as if he doesn’t know why someone would take such a risk for him. But he finally nods and closes his eyes. “Good, you just relax as best you can.” Her voice turns soothing and gentle, and he finds his hearing straining towards her, not because he can’t hear her well, but because he likes the way she sounds. “Let the tension bleed out of you. Start at your forehead, relax the muscles there, and move slowly down your face, your shoulders, your back.” 

Despite his nerves, he can feel himself relaxing, the tension he normally carries (in his face especially) melting away. He could probably fall asleep like this, and he wonders if that could help or hinder her. 

“All right, I’m going to start now. You stay just like that, taichō, nice and relaxed for me. You’re doing so well.” 

His hands twitch at her words. He’s not sure if someone's actually said that to him before, outside of Yachiru. But he focuses on keeping the tension out of his muscles, taking slow, deep breaths. Her gentle touch at his temples nearly make him shift, if only to turn his head into her fingers. 

Akane takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, then sends just a trickle of her reiatsu into him to start. Considering his raw power, she’s not sure what to expect. Certain types of reiatsu can sweep a healer’s away like leaves in a hurricane, and if anyone’s reiatsu would do that to her, it would be Kenpachi’s. 

She makes contact with the golden power before her, and the awareness of her physical body goes numb. She can’t see, she can’t hear, her nerves are dead. 

But her mind is catapulted into Kenpachi’s inner world, the place at the heart of every shinigami, where their zanpakuto spirit usually resides. She opens her eyes (metaphorical eyes, she supposes) and her heart nearly seizes up. 

It’s a yawning cavern of pure black. Nothing but a void, cold and desperately empty. It calls to her, wants to swallow her too. She’s overcome with a sadness that feels all-consuming, her body quivering as the darkness yawns before her. She takes a step back, watching her shadow disappear into that inky nothing…wait, shadow?

A small hand suddenly takes hers. She looks down, and is greeted with a stunningly happy smile. “Hiya!” 

“Yachiru!” Akane gasps, and she immediately drops to her knees to pull the little pink-haired girl into her arms, the darkness’ hold on her breaking. “Oh, Yachiru-chan, it all makes sense now!” 

“Yeah, Ken-chan’s not great at explaining what happened,” she says with a giggle, hugging the healer back. But then she pulls away, looking to her left, and Akane sees a small campfire sitting on the floor. “We don’t have a lot of time, Aka-chan,” she says softly. “Ken-chan needs help, or else…or else his loneliness is gonna swallow up even me.” 

Akane swallows past the sudden lump in her throat. “Yachiru-chan, if Zaraki-taichō is this bad, why don’t you manifest again?” 

She shakes his head. “This is where I was always meant to be,” she says softly, scuffing her little foot in the hard packed dirt of the cave floor. “Ken-chan will always have me around, but he needs to learn that it’s okay to like people out there too. Like you, and Baldy and YunYun and Icchi!” Her lower lip wobbles. “He thinks he’s all alone, and it’s eating away at his heart. Please, Aka-chan, please help him!” 

“Oh, Yachiru-chan, I will, I promise you I will,” the healer whispers, hugging the little girl to her again. “I won’t let him be alone.” 

“Thank you!” Akane feels Yachiru suddenly stiffen up in her arms. “Oh, we’re out of time. You’ve gotta go, before Ken-chan’s reiatsu finds you.” 

“Yes. I’ll come and see you again soon, Yachiru-chan. You keep helping him from in here, okay?” She stands, giving the little girl's hair a soft ruffle as she begins to see golden sparks in her peripheral vision. “You’ll always be the most important to him, you know that?” 

Yachiru beams wide. “Oh, I know! Bye, Aka-chan! Come visit again!” 

Akane smiles, though it’s tremulous with unshed tears, and her body disappears just as a wave of golden power smashes down where she’d been standing. Without a target now, the power retreats. 

Alone once more, Yachiru steps quietly over to her little campfire and squats down, hugging her knees. The quiet and the dark loom before her, threatening to swallow her and her small fire. “You can do it, Aka-chan. You have to.” Her words, whispered as they are, seem to echo in the cavernous space, until they too are swallowed by the void.