#yhwach x haschwalth

[girlsslovemyswag]

What would Yhwach's and Jugram's reaction be if their s/o randomly burried her face in their chest like that one meme

I burst out laughing reading this request, I love it.

Yhwach

He'd raise an eyebrow at first but then sigh and wrap his arms around you knowing this is just one of your shenanigans give him a break Then he'd ask if you were okay or if you had a bad day just to make sure, although your muffled giggles said otherwise. Idk but I feel like he'd do something like suffocate you against his chest for pay back and when you whine he'd release you and chuckle if your hair got messed up or something Xd

Jugram

I mean the way you buried your face and snuggled in his chest was pretty funny so his cool demeanor cracked a little and he'd try not to laugh. He'd ask you what you were doing in the most serious voice he could possibly put on at the moment and when you reply with feigned innocence, he'd just lightly drape his arms around you and tell you that you need to behave more often.

[dabisoka]

˚.🎀༘⋆ Synopsis: You suddenly need cuddles and cling to them like they are your giant, grumpy teddy bear.

✩°｡🧸𓏲⋆.🧺𖦹 ₊˚

Includes: Grimmjow, Bazz-B, Ulquiorra, Nnoitra, Kenpachi, Jugram, Renji, Yhwach, Äs Nödt x fem!reader (fluff)

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

��I just… need to hold onto something. Don’t move.” You latch onto him like a life-sized stuffed animal.

“The hell are you doing?!”

He would stiffen up immediately, fists clenched, ready to punch whatever dared sneak up on him. When he realizes it’s you, cuddling him like he’s a plush toy, he’d blush furiously, then try to play it off with a snarl.

But he lets you stay. His hand is resting on your back protectively and after a moment, he awkwardly lowers one arm and wraps it around you.

“Tch… I’ll let it slide this once. You better not start crying on me or anything.”

Bazz-B

You literally throw yourself at him.

“Whoa, hey! You’re bold today, huh?”

He actually enjoys affection and will lean into it a bit more than he lets on.

“Don’t make it weird.“

“Too late! I’m the best damn emotional support you’ll ever have.” He’s warm, literally, and emotional. He might wrap an arm around you and act cocky, but he’s definitely blushing.

“You want snacks? A blanket?”

You’re laughing in spite of yourself. He’s good at this. Surprisingly good.

Ulquiorra Cifer

“I know you don’t understand, but I need to hold you. Just…let me.” You rest your head against his chest.

He looks down at you, curious. After a moment he just murmurs: “Very well.”

He doesn’t move away. If anything, he watches your face intently, like he’s trying to understand the meaning behind the gesture.

After a long silence, he places his hand lightly on your shoulder. Not out of instinct…more like curiosity.

“Strange… I do not dislike this,” he may mutter.

Nnoitra Gilga

You suddenly press against him and refuse to let him go.

“Ugh, get off of me! What do I look like? Your damn plush toy?!” He tries to shake you off like a spider.

Hates it… or says he does. He’ll insult you, twist his face in disgust, and maybe even try to shake you off. He lets you cling while he stares at the ceiling, muttering curses.

If you don’t budge, he gives up with a scoff. “Tch, pathetic…whatever.”

He’ll let you stay, and you might catch him resting his chin on your head when he thinks you’re asleep. You catch him looking at you when he thinks you’re asleep. And his hand stays on your shoulder longer than needed. He cares. He just hates that he does.

Kenpachi Zaraki

Even if he doesn't say anything, you storm into his quarters. “Shut up and let me use you as a pillow.”

You throw yourself against his side like a human koala.

“Huh? You clingin’ to me like I’m a blanket now?”

He’s so confused. Cuddles are not part of his daily life. His instinct is to laugh and ruffle your hair, roughly, but not push you off.

“I’m fragile right now, Kenpachi.”

He lets you cling while he leans back and relaxes, grinning. He will probably fall asleep, snoring like a beast with you still on him.

Jugram Haschwalth

“Don’t say anything. I just…don’t want to be alone right now.” You hug him tightly and he flinches.

He reacts calm but is visibly uncomfortable at first. His hands hover like he’s unsure if he should pull away.

He’ll try to gently pull you off at first out of formality.

“This is inappropriate…”

But when you don’t let go, he sighs and allows it, posture straight as a board.

Eventually, he gives in and slowly rests his hand around you. He doesn’t say anything, but it’s a silent show of trust. You feel safe, and he secretly appreciates it more than he lets on.

Despite how formal he tries to remain, his thumb moves slowly in calming motions. He may look like a statue, but his heartbeat betrays him.

Renji Abarai

“Can I hold onto you for a while?”

He’s instantly soft. “Yeah, of course. You okay?”

He opens his arms, letting you dive right into his chest and you clinging to him makes him think you’re sad or scared. He’ll instinctively hug you back, gently and firmly.

“Just needed someone real. You’re good for that.”

He’s the warmest, safest space in the room. You don’t even realize you fell asleep on him until you wake up tucked under his arm like you belonged there.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” He sits with you for as long as you need, even caress your back a little.

Yhwach

“…I need to hold onto something. You’re here. That’s enough.” You carefully wrap your arms around his towering figure.

For a full five seconds, there’s nothing but silence. “This is unexpected.” His tone is even, but there’s a long pause where he doesn’t move.

You expect cold rejection, but instead, he lets you stay. He places one large hand on your back like he’s unsure what to do with it.

He may allow it for a while, almost as a curiosity. He doesn’t return the cuddles, but he does allow it, which is basically his version of cuddling you back.

If you fall asleep, he quietly observes you.

Äs Nödt

“Please don’t freak out. I just need to… feel someone.” You wrap your arms gently around him.

He visibly panics and the second you touch him, he freezes..

He’s not used to comfort, warmth, or being treated gently.

“Why… aren’t you afraid?,” he’d whisper.

He doesn’t push you away. He might tremble slightly, but stays frozen while you cuddle him.

It actually soothes him, even if he doesn’t admit it.

You feel the way he’s trying not to lean into you. Like he’s terrified of shattering something fragile. But still, he lets you stay. And for him, that’s everything.

[satsugacafe]

Hey, what if the quincies (jugram, yhwach, uryu, ryuken) lost their s/o... I've been thinking about that all week after I started watching tybw. and don't forget to eat well and drink water!

A/N: I just love angst where reader dies. Satisfies the suffering I’ll get from enjoying it, and the sight of the characters in agony 🤌

𝐘𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐜𝐡

He would be furious, a righteous, divine wrath. He’d curse his own power for failing to protect you. But the most dangerous part? He’d mourn. He’d grieve in private, but in the sacred solitude of his throne, he’d press his forehead to something you left behind: a scarf, a hairpin, a sketchbook, anything to feel your presence again.

𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦

He’d blame himself instantly. As Yhwach’s "other half," he’d think he should have foreseen it, prevented it, and taken your place. His pain would be like a dam just shy of bursting. He’d cut himself off emotionally from everyone, refusing even Bazz-B’s attempts to speak to him. The rooms he once shared with you would be left untouched, as if waiting for your return. He’d polish your belongings, talking to each piece as if you would hear him through it.

𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧

Play it off. Pretend. “Shit happens, right? Death rate’s 100%—ain’t nobody escaping it.” He’d sip his coffee with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. But the truth? He'd go through the motions, but his heart wouldn't be in it. Sleep would elude him. Food would taste bland. Jokes would ring empty. He’d still talk like you were still there. Even during missions, he’d mumble, “You’d hate this place… way too dusty.” He might probably try to flirt again. Act like nothing’s wrong. But deep down? He’d never feel warmth again.

𝐁𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐁

Denial. Ballistic. Explosive. He’d shout, curse, set fire to things, scream into the wind. He’d punch walls until his knuckles bled. Rage would be his first language of grief. And then silence would follow like desolating silence. And if your death was caused by someone, he’ll swear an oath to hunt that person down to the ends of the earth

𝐔𝐫𝐲𝐮

He’d throw himself into work, research, ANYTHING. He’d try to remain logical, rational, but still break down. He’d break hard, in solitude, hands clenched against his eyes to hold in the tears. He wouldn’t talk about you unless pressed—but when he did, it would be like a dam giving way. He'd visit your grave constantly.

𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐞𝐧

No tears left to cry. But damn, he'd come colder than ever, even by his own standards. The house would be pristine, eerily still, as though erasing signs of life would numb the emptiness. His grief would also manifest in avoidance—working late, pushing others away, locking rooms he can’t bear to see. And yet still, he’d keep one thing: maybe a photo tucked into his wallet or a watch of yours he wears on his wrist beneath his coat sleeve.

[child-of-illuvitar]

You know the biggest hate crime in the Bleach fandom? The absolute lack of Jugram Haschwalth content. What do you mean there are just EIGHT Jugram x reader/oc fics on ao3? In total even his tag carries but 14 pages on the site AND IT HAS BEEN NEARLY 3 YEARS SINCE TYBW CAME OUT!

Fellow writers. I beg, we need more Jugram love in this house. I don't even mean romance, just gimme some good Jugram content where he exists beyond being a single mention.

[rudzcrudz]

Cute Yhwach as Gaul chief Abraracourcix, Uryu and Jugram carrying him on shield, then dropping him bc of course they did!

Loved your cute Yhwach >ω<, he kinda looked like character from Asterix to me, so that's why.

I have never heard of this show before, but you're a genius. Ty🐱🫶🫶🎀

EDIT: I re-added tags since they didn't save..😒

[tiftifbee]

Heroes. Giants. Villains. Wizards. True Love. - Not just your basic, average, everyday, ordinary, run-of-the-mill, ho-hum fairy tale.

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This is a little birthday present for @simonouma as it's his birthday! For his gift, I decided to do a crossover of Bleach and The Princess Bride as I believe Simon is a fan of the film adaption. I drew several characters from the Bleach series with some ocs of ours and it was hard figuring out who should play who, but here's who I settled on in the end: Westley/Dread Pirate Roberts - Uryu Ishida Princess Buttercup - Fiona Amamiya (my oc) Prince Humperdink - Jugram Haschwalth Rugen - Yhwach Inigo Montoya - Ichigo Kurosaki Fezzik - Yasutora "Chad" Sado Vizzini - Kon Miracle Max - Renji Abarai Valerie - Rukia Kuchiki Impressive Clergyman (or clergywoman in this case) - Orihime Inoue I decided to frame it that my oc Rei Takenouchi is reading the book to her son Ryuji (a next gen oc that Simon and I made to be a little brother to Uryu as Rei is Ryuken's pairing), while her adoptive son Ren (Simon's oc) seems to act bored, much to his adoptive stepfather's annoyance.

Hope you like it, Simon! Happy Birthday!!

Bleach, Uryu Ishida, Ryuken Ishida, Ichigo Kurosaki, Yasutora Sado, Orihime Inoue, Kon, Renji Abarai, Rukia Kuchiki, Kon, Jugram Haschwalth and Yhwach belong to Tite Kubo The Princess Bride original novel and characters belong to William Goldman Fiona Amamiya and Rei Takenouchi belong to me Ren Takenouchi belongs to @simonouma Ryuji Ishida belongs to me and @simonouma

[distinguishedshoeduckdonut]

BLEACH: Thousand Year Blood War x Nijigennomori Collaboration

🔥✨️(Official illustrations)✨️🔥

[evonilikesfnftabi]

AWWW✨!!!

THEY ARE SO CUTE!!!

Zaywa Lore: [Roses] 🫀🥀 (Chapter 10)

• Explanation: During Ichigo 's time with the Squad 0, Zaywa was bonding little with the Quincy's getting to know their names and hobbies only for Zaywa to be called by Jugram who was assigned by Yhwach to bring him to where Yhwach is. Zaywa followed Jugram thru the empty hallways before arriving in the room where Yhwach awaits for Zaywa. Yhwach made a hand signal to Jugram ordering him to leave them alone as they have a private conversation: "Zaywa...There is something you should know that the Seireitei kept away from you.." he says as he walked by to Zaywa inviting him to sit down with him. Once Zaywa sat down on the chair Yhwach got some hot tea that Zaywa had stolen when the invasion from the Quincy's to the Seireitei. Zaywa accepted it taking a small sip before looking up at him, curiosity and interest in his eyes.

• | Zaywa placed his tea down before asking Yhwach: "What did the Seireitei keep from me?" A small curiosity in his voice Before Yhwach said: "have they told you about your mother?...When you're seven years old?" Zaywa was very puzzled and Interested he made a silent shake of his head giving Yhwach a silent No. Yhwach sighed heavily with Disappointment before deciding to tell Zaywa everything: "You're mother...was a brave shinigami just like you...She wanted peace and balance with the Quincy's and Soul Reapers, something that None has ever done..." He pauses for a moment before continuing "She made good things in my young throne years even the shinigami's and Quincy's start being together....And...To be honest, She made me....Happy.... Something none has ever done...To me.." Yhwach looked at Zaywa before deciding to stand up and take something from the shelf and then returning back to where he sat down. "This was your mother.." He says with a softened look handing out the picture frame to Zaywa letting Zaywa Take a look at what she looks like.

• | The picture frame shows a white long haired woman with half of her face covered by it and a small soft smile on her face as She held onto Yhwach. Zaywa was filled with Awe and little sadness and some pain seeing his mother for the first time. Yhwach decided to move his chair closer so they could talk more: "She was beautiful...A Kind-hearted but Smart woman...I will never forget the times we had together... before you were born.." Yhwach's Face became Softened as he looked at the picture then to Zaywa, Almost immediately he saw Zaywa's tears fall down his face as he held onto the picture frame. Yhwach felt some emotions seeing Zaywa cry from seeing his mother's face, Yhwach hesitated for awhile before getting Zaywa and embracing him with a hug Feeling not used to being a fan of hugging another person that seems to be his friends kid.

• | Zaywa Immediately hugged back feeling so much Sadness and pain that he missed everything with his mother and wasn't able to see her. That's when Zaywa had a thought in mind before deciding to Ask Yhwach: "...What Happened to...My Mom?.....W-What Was her name?..." Yhwach hesitated again before deciding to Answer the question: "Her name was Zage...The last name is the same as yours.." He says Softly before moving himself away from Zaywa. "Your mother....Died after she gave birth to you...I never knew what caused her death...But I'm sure we'll find out together..." He says looking at Zaywa With Almost a Fatherly Look " But...I Don't think we might have time to find the murderer we have to focus on the present.." He says his soft side becomes back to what he is.

• | Zaywa Nodded holding onto the Picture frame for dear life Yhwach Sighed Softly: "You can keep it if you want you still have time to Relax and accept what has happened.." Yhwach then dismisses Zaywa allowing Zaywa to leave. Zaywa walked back to his assigned room Feeling Sad and Some Comfort for Knowing What his mother was. Zaywa lay down on the fluffy bed just to sleep while hugging the picture frame, Remembering what he should Do participating in the upcoming War.

(DANGGIT 😭😭 I ALMOST CRIED AF..But Yehey!!!)

[ ASKIN CAN'T SLEEP HE HAS TO SEE THIS😭😭✨ BAMBIETTA HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS..]

(They Heard Zaywa Crying soooo! I Guess Sleepover 😭✨)

[muzansfangs]

Hate sex with Jugram maybe? Please? Thank you, I love ur fics! <3

The assassin.

Starring: Haschwalth Jugram x f!reader; mention to Uryu Ishida;

Format: drabble;

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, the reader is Uryu’s older sister, violence, manhandling, semi-public sex, language, hatred, choking, clothed sex, frustration, attempted murder, TYBW timeline, hint at some possible spoilers for the upcoming arc, breeding kink, pregnancy;

Plot: you had only followed Uryu to make sure he did not get hurt, or made further idiotic decisions through his ‘apparent’ existential crisis. Whilst you had mastered a good poker face and blended in with the Stern Ritters, you found it hard to calm your spirits in Haschwalth’s presence. You blamed him for gradually turning your brother into an empty shell overflowing hatred and vitriolic offences to whomever crossed his path. Maybe, it was about time you tried to shoot an arrow through his neck. Little did you know your plan was destined to fail.

He was impossibly deep into you. Through bleary eyes, you tried to keep your focus on the door at his back, the door you had crossed a few minutes ago. The door leading to his quarters, to Hell. Out of all the drastic scenarios you had foreseen happening to you, flashing before your eyes as soon as you had nocked your arrow in your bow, being ravaged against the wall by your target, the man you had come to slaughter like a swine, was decidedly not how you had expected things to escalate.

You were fed up with him. You viscerally wished to butcher him and set fire to his guts. His arrival in your life had disrupted whatever was left of your family and severely damaged your younger brother, barely raditating vital energy. Uryu was his shadow-self. Wiping the Stern Ritter Grand Master off the face of the Earth was your ultimate desire, your personal vendetta, the only way you knew to quench your thirst for revenge. This whole ordeal had probably emotionally scarred you as well. You were far from the person you used to be, when you had joined Yhwach.

You gritted your teeth, the moment Haschwalth thrusted upwards, shoving you further against the travertine at your back. The cold simmered through your uniform, shaking your bones, reminding you of the position you were in. Powerless, devoid of any positive feeling that was now irremediably polluted by hatred and appalling repulsion for the man slotted between your quivering thighs. He had not even bothered disrobing you of your clothes, upon shoving you roughly against the wall.

Why? Did he have any reason to make you feel less of a slut?

When he had caught the arrow viciously shot to the vulnerable side of his neck, precisely aiming at his jugular, you had sprinted towards him with the fierciness of a cheetah catching an antelope with claws. Dagger in hand, you had leapt up, cape fluttering around your body, supposedly obscuring his view on your weapon, mouth vomiting all your aversion to him like you had a death wish. Perhaps, you did.

You barely ended up stabbing at his uniform, the blade not piercing further than the first layer of his clothes. All you had succeeded in was ruining his coat, ripping the pristine fabric right over his heart. You should have been faster, nimble, but the sight of him was enough to make you see red and you had failed to eradicate that plague from your life. When you had recoiled, you had tried to land kick at his side, but his hand had hastily latched around your ankle and tossed you violently against the wall behind the massive desk of his office.

“Predictable. A soldat driven by emotions has no virtue and value” his tone had sounded condescending, whilst he was circling the desk to stand tall over you.

Panting, with a dislocated shoulder, you had coughed and inhaled sharply to compose yourself, to possibly fight through the temporary pain and stand your ground “I am no soldat”.

His foot had raised and firmly squashed your injured shoulder on the polished floor, preventing you from moving an inch away from him. You had winced in agony, writhing at his feet like a vermin squirming on the muddy ground to escape the birds chasing him down to bring him as a source of nutrition to their offspring.

“You are right. — he had agreed with you then, hand reaching down to grab a fist full of your hair and straining your neck backwards to force a grim eye-contact with him — Your rank is even lower than that of a courtesan. You are nothing. I shall tell the future Soul King you could be useful as a cheap plaything for the guards to release their pent up frustration on”.

You really should have not felt offended by him. Not when his existence alone provided you an amount of sorrow incomparable to anything else you had ever experienced in your whole life. However, tears were forming at the border of your eyelashes, threatening to spill and feeding his ego to the point he had even grinned in disdain. You were unable to articulate a witty response, let alone smite him, which had inevitably caused you to seethe in anger, ticking like a nuclear bomb until you were detonated.

You remembered spitting at his face, saliva littering his cheek, dribbling down his smooth skin slowly, until he had snorted and pulled you roughly back on your feet, hand wrapped around your windpipe to pin you up against the wall. Trapped with no way out of that situation, you had bared your teeth at him like a feral animal, hands tugging at his wrist without success.

“Clean up my face” he had lowly commmanded, expecting you to actually comply to his request.

“How does it make you feel? Powerful?” you had provoked him, his grip on your neck intensifying warningly.

Not another word. Just do it and you could get out of that hellish room. But you were the kind of person who just played with fire until she became a wildfire herself.

“What are you implying?”.

You had smiled, before choked out words left your throat “Doing to me what Yhwach does to you”.

You could have been ready to swear he had popped a vessel. His hand left your neck, before the palm met your cheek with enough force to make your head snap to the side. You had been through worse, which is why you had not flinched, but chuckling was surely not the reaction he was expecting from you. Not in that moment. Not when you reached your hand up and smeared the blood dribbling from your nostril all over your upper lip, white glove now stained in crimson stripes.

Haschwalth’s jaw had clenched, blue eyes staring you down in disgust “You are a fiend”.

“Yeah, probably. So, Hail Satan, let’s go back home together!” you had retorted, before your knee met his crotch and he stumbled back with a pained groan. When his back had met the edge of the desk, you had removed your cape, before launching yourself on him. You had tried to claw at his angelic face, profanities tumbling from your lips, when he had slammed you onto his side. Objects and files were clattering on the floor, as he had hovered over you and his hand was roughly grasping your jaw.

Your chest heaved, as your legs were spread to make space for him, his crotch making direct contact with your clothed pussy. You knew a wrong move could lead to a catastrophe. Which is why you had stilled your movements, merely staring into crystalline eyes in horror.

Haschwalth had not broken the eye-contact, not until he was sure your whole attention was on him. Then he had let his eyes travell up and down your from, lips pursed in a silent disapproval “Dishevelled like this, sprawled over a desk, screw eyes practically begging me to fuck you until you shut that stupid mouth of yours once and for all… — he had murmured, leaning hia face down until his lips were grazing yours — Do you want me to give you one more reason to hate me? Maybe an incentive to sharpen your knife the next time you will try to kill me?”.

“You can bet I will have your head on a silver plate, Grand Master”.

“One of us is going to die at the end of this war. I expect you to survive until it will be just you and me on the battlefield at some point”.

You had no idea if he had already kissed you by the time you yanked him closer to you, but you were making out on his desk. Haschwalth was slowly grinding against your core, teeth biting harshly on your bottom lip until it cracked. The matallic taste of blood had seemed to drive him insane, because it was in that exact moment that he had picked you up and pinned you back against the wall.

Now, back at the present, Haschwalth was grunting next to your ear. Masculine scent inhebriating you, he thrusted in your core as if his intent was really that of making you hate him more than you already did.

He knew you were liking it. And you hated how much you loved it. You did not wish to have happy memories with him. He incarnated the pinnacle of everything you despised. Let alone how you would have cursed yourself one day, knowing he had fucked you to oblivion and you had let him touch your body. But there you were, moaning, legs wrapped tightly around his hips, as he used your body without an ounce of respect for your persona.

“Do you like the way I fuck you? I could bet my life you do. — he cooed then, when your inner walls clenched around his cock — Whore. Only a whore gets to be ravaged like that and, to me, you are nothing more than that”.

You did not bother replying. Not even when he released his load into you, certain this was probably his last chance to do that in his life, especially to you.

To the very girl he hated.

When you left his office, sticky between your legs, but doing your best to fix your shamble and uniform, you knew the next time you two were going to be alone he would have been staring at the sky with glassy eyes, drowning in a pool of his own blood.

But, at least, he would have left that corrupted world knowing you would have had something to think about for months. Someone to look at for years, mortified by the mere sight of a set of blue eyes reminding you of the man you had hated until the very end. The ghost of him would have been always haunting you in the form of a bundle of joy.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Here we go! I have updated something again, lmao. Hopefully, more is coming soon. But, for the time being, please, enjoy this small piece. Haschwalth is … Ngh, no, I can’t describe a divine being. It’d only an insult to his beauty. Comments, re-posts and likes are greatly appreciated!

Luce.

Credits for the divider: @cafekitsune

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー２０２４> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT

TURBULENCE ✈ JUGRAM HASCHWALTH X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 27: PLANE SEX

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. Hiii, the theme for the event is a bomb😳Do you write for the Sternitters too? (Bleach). If so, I’d take a Jugram Haschwalth for the airplane sex kink. The gender can be female or gn, I don’t mind. Thanks in advance! ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. modern au. business trip. airplane sex. 🐙 wc: 2.4k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

Ah, he has always been next to the general director. He even works more than him. Jugram this, Jugram that. Go here, go there… 

“Jugram-sama, I just received an e-“ you inform but get interrupted by him. “I know…” the blonde answers, checking his phone for the third time since you both seated on that plane. 

Uncomfortable, both try to get your legs ready for a lot of hours over the clouds. No matter how much you were -the Silbern company- willing to pay, a last-minute flight across the world only had barely two tickets available on economy. Forget first class, not even a single one free on business class. 

However, if Yhwach ordered Jugram to do it, he must do it. And you, his assistant, tried your best to find accommodation… took whatever it took. 

You keep quiet as his crystalline eyes fix on the screen of one of his six phones. What an amazing beauty this man holds, with manly features but still delicate to be mistaken by an angel… still, he might be the loneliest of them all, by choice perhaps, pushing everybody away… 

“Did you pay wifi on board, right? I’ll need it” he utters, as cold as always. As serious as ever. 

You nod, searching for a little card with a special code they gave you when you were checking in. 

“Here, Jugram-sama” you give it to him, grazing your fingers. He is not really looking at you, he just seems especially glued to the screen. 

It doesn’t take much for the plane’s doors to be finally closed and for a flight attendant to reach your spot. A young beautiful woman, dressed in the airline’s sexy uniform, stops right by your side noticing Jugram still on his phone. 

“Ah, Sir. Excuse me, we are about to take off, you should put your phone down until we reach cruise alt-“ she says, shutting up the moment the blonde looks at her in a very “not amused” grim. 

 The immediate change of that woman when seeing his handsome face isn’t something new for you, in fact, the flight attendant didn’t even notice you were also on your phone. She immediately recognize him, acting all silly and flirtatious towards him. 

“Sorry. Will shut it off in a moment” Jugram says, blocking his phone and sliding it inside the chest pocket of his white suit. 

You do the same, sighing. It’s ok, the flight attendant won’t notice, nor will Jugram. He doesn’t care about you; you are just a mere software that breathes and speaks to help him… or so you think. 

“Fasten it. Tight” he suddenly says, bending just a little to reach for your seatbelt and adjust it closer to your lower stomach. And you gasp, when did he ever cared about your safety? 

You nod, again. Out of words, even more than always. You can’t say much, you just fix your eyes into the little screen in front of you. Hot ears, hot cheeks… a simple touch of this man, and you are sent to heaven. 

And, speaking of heaven, soon and with your ears popping the plane leaves the ground to be finally airborne. In complete silence, the only sounds you are blessed with are the roaring of the engines and the little creeks of the plastic insides of the plane. 

Time flies, they say, when you are comfortable… however, this wasn’t exactly the definition of comfort. You tried to squeeze yourself in that tiny seat, as much as possible. Your left elbow carved into the plane’s fuselage wall, and your right arm crossed over your chest. You don’t wanna take Jugram much space, and as much as you wish, you don’t even dare claiming the middle armrest for your own. 

“You look uncomfortable, (Name)” he mutters, this time with his eyes scanning a haggard magazine. You have no idea how he does it, but he sees you without looking. 

“Not to sound very cocky, but economy nowadays is a torture… we haven’t even left Germany, and my legs are already dead, I wonder if I’ll be able to walk when we get to Japan” you whisper, as the lights of the cabin have already been turned off and some snoring from other passengers filter in between the sound of the engines. 

“Try to rest, we will need energy” he simply says, closing the magazine and turning his head to the side. His eyes closed, but his facial muscles still tensed.

When will you rest, Jugram Haschwalth? 

Seven hours in, and that water bottle you chugged in while bored, has started to affect you. But how to leave your seat to go to the bathroom, if that would mean crawling on top of Jugram who has finally -incredible to you- fallen asleep? 

Yet, your bladder has a limit and after several minutes trying to forget about your necessities, urgence takes over… 

Taking a deep breath before starting to move, you stand up. You hit your head with the overhead compartment and swear in silence. Then, facing Jugram, your left leg goes first, passing over his long legs. And just like this, with your hands on each side of his face, on the headrest, your hips seem like straddled on his, even though your crotches aren’t touching. 

A soft rocking motion, known as turbulence, seems to complot against you as it becomes a little more noticeable. It obviously affects your balance, but you are not willing to wake this man up, much less with you in such position. 

However, Jugram seems to never really rest, and suddenly a pair of hands land on your waist. 

“Careful” he whispers, opening two shining stars per eyes. His hands are strong, his hold making you feel secure. 

“I’m sorry, I had to go to the toile-“

“You should have asked me to move…” he answers back, helping you to reach the aisle. 

You nod, out of words, and quickly run -as best as you can- to the toilet. You can’t normalize your breathing for at least a couple of minutes after you finally relieve yourself and in the mirror in front of you, you try your best to fix your image… 

Yet, seems destiny has decided to play with you, once again…

The up and down motions increase, turbulence becoming more and more noticeable, and a flight attendant asking you to hurry and go back to your seat once you’ve managed to leave the restroom.  

You grunt; why in the world there isn’t something able to deal with turbulence yet? Grabbing anything, really, while you walk to your very uncomfortable seat, you pray for Jugram not to be asleep.

“Uh, Jugram-sama, I’m ba-!” you try to ask for him to move so you can squeeze back into your seat. But, of course, to make it a lot more shamefully to you, turbulence makes you jump. 

The blonde once again snatches you, this time saving you big time not to hurt yourself badly. You get locked in his arms, on top of his lap. Your face close to his, noses almost touching, eyes fixed on each other’s. 

“You ok? Did you hurt yourself? Is your head ok?” he asks, touching the back of your head, grabbing you real close to his body, seriously worried. 

You nod, finally breathing back. 

“I’m ok… thank you for saving me, Jugram-sama” you whisper, letting your forehead rest on his shoulder. You are sure you shouldn’t have done such thing, but you couldn’t help it… it is hella scary to feel like gravity has abandoned you. 

“Don’t… worry” he whispers back, allowing you to rest as much as you wish on him. His hand on your head makes it clear, “stay here if you wish”

The scent of his skin, and the sweet perfume he wears, makes you dizzy… what a delicious combination. The warmth of his flesh on your lips, invites you to kiss him… how much you wish you could do it, but just the way the plane moves will have to do, an indirect kiss that can’t be call as it. 

And, the more the plane moves, the more you softly jump on his lap. And Jugram seems to tense, more and more… is it that maybe the constant graze of your legs on his crotch, the warm breath of your mouth, or your nose buried on his skin it is making it really difficult for him? 

You notice his muscles becoming stiff, and thankful for the darkness surrounding the fuselage, you take a little bit of advantage of the situation… I’m sorry, Jugram-sama, this is a dream came true. 

However, common sense comes back to you; “Sorry, Jugram-sama! I’m gonna go back to my seat. I’m sorry...” you try to stand up, but you can’t. 

“Stay…” he grunts in your ear, pressing your body, harder, against him. This time you can feel a man’s reaction to a beautiful woman jumping on him… 

You look at him; this time your eyes are imbued with lust. You only just needed a plead, a single word… you are just a human, you have been pushed to the limit… You have always wanted him… and apparently, he has always wanted you. 

Perhaps a couple of seconds passed, but to you it felt like an eternity. His hand landed on your cheek, with its fingers reaching the back of your head. 

In silence, trying to recognize each other’s traits with the soft led lights of the bathroom sign on the back of the plane, you spend some more minutes until he devours you in one kiss. 

It is more than magical and also painfully needy; you have no idea if he had been wanting to kiss you since forever, or this is just something out of the blue. And who cares? Kiss me more, Jugram-sama. 

Indecently, the kiss become more and more deep, in a full plane, surrounded by strangers… and his hardness keeps growing, as if was searching for your core to go desperately deep inside. 

“Toilet, go. Wait for me” he commands in between tongues playing. 

You widen your eyes; he wants to fuck you in that tiny bathroom?

“Please…” he adds, again pleading, begging. 

You nod, this time biting your lower lip. He helps you; the turbulence continues but has decreased in intensity. You walk to the bathroom in the back, praying for nobody, including the crew, to see you. 

Your clearly agitated -and horny- imagery reflects on the mirror of the tiny toilet. You wonder how is Jugram going to manage to get inside without being noticed. 

Trust Jugram Haschwalth, he is not only wise, he is rich and the second hand of one of the largest companies in the world… 

“Miss, if I give you my number, would you close the bathroom for me and my assistant? She is not feeling well and I will try to help her. Please, contact me soon, we are soon purchasing a private jet, and we will need a flight attendant like you to join us” 

“Oh! Of course, Jugram-sama! Thank you!! And please, don’t worry, take all the time you need!” 

A sudden knock on the door announces he is here, not even a minute has passed. You open, sticking yourself against the back of the toilet. Amazed you noticed nobody but him around, where are the flight attendants? 

There is no time to think, as he gets inside and closes the door right behind him. Pleased with the loud noises of that Boeing 777, he turns you around. Your belly hits the mini counter, Jugram’s hands lowering your bamboula pants. 

“I don’t know why you chose to wear these today, but I’m so glad you did” he grunts in your ear, as it was hella easy to lower them down and expose your ass. 

You were about to reply it was because of comfort, but it’d be pointless to add anything at all. He lifts your right leg on top of the counter, for better access, feeling your wetness with his free hand. 

His chest hits your back, his chin carved on your shoulder, both looking at each other through the mirror. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time… I’m sorry it has to be on a plane’s toilet” he says, smirking. 

For a long time, Jugram-sama? Amazed, amused, impressed… the very first time he is showing you a smile and it’s when he has his fingers inside your folds… 

“I- I don’t- I don’t care…”  you simply answer, because you can’t even think straight; by now, Jugram has started fingering you like nobody else did before. 

Your inner thighs tremble, your skin becomes bumpy. Your hand tries to reach for Jugram’s hips, you want him closer -inside-. And he understands his job, immediately. 

“You want me to fuck you, mh?��� Jugram asks, pinching your cheeks and making you look yourself in front of the mirror. 

“yes… please…” you plead, lifting your hips, grabbing yourself from the little counter in front of you. It isn’t easy not to lose balance on such a tiny place, on a plane with occasional turbulence. 

Jugram, however, seems not to notice the motion of the plane and keeps both feet steadily on the ground. He lowers his zipper, freeing his sex from his white pants. Ready, so ready to impale you, he doesn’t even take a single moment to do it. 

His strong hand lands on your mouth the moment he finally gets deep inside you; a Boeing might be loud, but your moan could have been heard by others.

The slaps against your ass and thighs force you to put your hands on the mirror in front, where both never stopped looking at each other. It is both magical and perverted the way  you enjoy this moment through the reflection. 

One, two, three. More and more. But is not enough, is not deep enough… “Come here…” he commands, turning you around. 

You pant, legs trembling, wanting more and more. 

Jugram sits on the toilet and spreads his arms to receive you. And you immediately understand; time to bounce on his hard sex. 

You let yourself fall on his lap; the need allows his dick to slide right in with no difficulty whatsoever. Facing your blonde lover snatches your lips in a feverish kiss, his hands press the small of your back against him, and his legs begin to bounce along with you… ah, deep Jugram-sama; deep, fast… faster… 

And now turbulence is making it even better, don’t you think?!

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KINKTOBER DAY 8 - Masturbation: Jugram Haschwalth x Female Reader

By popular vote, this is posted today!

Summary: The seasons come and go. Summer, spring, autumn, and winter leave memories of you, your piano and knight Jugram Haschwalth, haunting your mind.

TW: MDNI! This is a historical AU (the time period is purposefully unclear), where you are Yhwach’s niece. Classism, implied gender and class roles, unrequited feelings, infidelity, arranged marriage. Mutual masturbation. This is kind of melancholic for the most part.

Word count: (the longest so far!) 4548

Read on AO3 here.

It’s autumn and you’re standing on the tips of your toes to watch the new pages practice with wooden swords.

They look small, like you, with childlike wonder as they hold their makeshift swords. Their eyes are filled with wonder and excitement. Except for one.

One of the shortest of the bunch, a boy with brilliant blonde hair, looks at his sword with concern and hesitation. He gives it a weak swing; you swear he looks like he’s trembling. Another boy, with dark red hair, yells at him, scaring the blonde boy, forcing his head up. You press your face against the window for a better look.

“He’s so pretty.” You said out loud, when one of your maids tugs your hand away from the scene.

“Mistress! Remove your face from the window this instance!” Your caretaker rushes to you, pulling you away from the view below. “You must attend your piano lessons. Don’t mind those boys.” Your caretaker scolds you, holding your hand firmly as you’re led away from the window. As you move away, you see the little blonde boy look up and you give him a wave as you’re pulled away.

It's autumn and you rather be playing outside in the fallen leaves with the blonde boy who doesn’t want to hold his sword.

Your piano teacher waits for you in the music room, where your black, grand piano awaits. It’s massive compared to your piano teacher, it’s even bigger compared to you. The piano is near another window, one that is open. The light breeze fills the room with a faint scent of fallen leaves and the grunts and yelps of the pages practicing outside. Your piano teacher, a lean, young man with blonde hair but not as pretty as the blonde boy outside you thought, approaches you. He gave you a grin, “little lady, you’ve kept me waitin’!” His voice has a bit of an accent, you were told he came from lands “far, far away.”

Your caretaker taps your shoulder, reminding you of your manners, “I’m sorry Mr. Hirako. Please excuse my tardiness.” You recite, your tone monotonous. Words repeated and echoed through your etiquette training.

Mr. Hirako lets out a snicker, “don’t worry about it, miss. Let’s get you warmed up with some scales.”

You watch your caretaker leave the room once Mr. Hirako ushers you to your seat. The notes glide off your fingertips, as Mr. Hirako watches you with intensity. Scale after scale, note after note, your music fills the room, echoing nearby.

The pages, who were done for the day, walk away from their practice session. But the little blonde boy hears the distant sound of piano playing and walks closer. He watches you, the little girl from the window. He stares at you in awe and envy, as he listens to your music playing. “Jugo! Whatcha doin’?! We gotta hurry back, Sister Retsu will get angry at us if we’re late!” The red-haired boy from earlier yells, slapping “Jugo’s” back. He pulls at the blonde boy’s sleeves, dragging him away from the window, while the blonde boy just stares until you’re out of his view.

It’s winter and beautiful. Fresh snow covers your manor in a haunting shade of white. It leaves your manor in absolute silence. There is no one around, and so you open the window in your piano room. There’s a slight chill in the air, but you love it nonetheless. The atmosphere helps you with your concentration.

Your recital approaches and you stare at your music sheets. You read over Mr. Hirako’s instructions and tips to steel yourself for your first recital. Little slips of paper stick out of your music books, while notes and coloured markings fill sections on what you need to practice, reminders to yourself of mistakes you have made.

You warm up with selections from Hanon’s Virtuoso Pianist. Scales, arpeggios and everything in between fly from your fingers. It feels effortless, your mind is focused and clear. You begin the first piece of your recital’s repertoire, Bach’s Fugue No. 16 from the second book of his Well-Tempered Clavier. The notes start heavy, with your fingers increasing in speed as bars fly from your vision.

Snap.

You stop playing, the loud snap shaking you out of your concentration. An animal wouldn’t have made such loud noises, it sounded like footsteps, you thought. You peer down the window and see the blonde boy of your youth, now a squire. His blonde hair is past his ears now, and he dons a black, long-sleeved tunic with your uncle’s family crest above his chest with white pants. He looks startled to see you, as you are of him.

You give him a polite smile and wave to him, but he doesn’t respond. It wasn’t just his hair that grew, you realized. The pages who trained endlessly, day after day, in sunshine, rain or snow, have now became squires. The changing of seasons and time reflected their physical growth as well. The blonde boy was now a teen, and he was tall, taller than you are now.

“Wait!” You yell at him, as he begins to walk away. You run through your manor, pushing past servants until you see him outside.

It’s winter and terribly cold, but you don’t care. The blonde teen looks startled to see you, and you were right, he was taller than you.

“Mistress, you shouldn’t be out here.” His voice is shaky as he tries step away from you.

“I’m fine!” You shout. He smiles weakly at you.

“How can I be of service to you, Mistress?” The teen asks, bowing his head at you.

You click your tongue disapprovingly, “we’re the same age, right?” You say, introducing yourself and extending your hand. The teen avoids your gaze and open palm as he whispers your name.

He ignores your question, “I’m Jugram Haschwalth, Lord Yhwach’s squire.” He says, finally looking at you. Hesitation and anxiousness fill his voice.

His eyes are a brilliant shade of green, reminding you of the meadows in springtime. You repeated his name over and over again, “I’ll definitely be able to remember that! And besides, I knew you were one of my uncle’s squires.” You laughed, “I just didn’t know your name.”

“Oh, right…” Jugram said softly.

The winter chill is creeping up through your clothes, as the two of you stand awkwardly.

“You’ll do anything I say, Jugram?” You ask, as you stare at him, you notice his posture, the way he slouches, and how he holds his arm behind his back.

He looks at you briefly, then looks away, “yes.”

“Then come listen to me practice!” You exclaim, “I need an audience anyways. I have my first recital coming.” You beamed at him, trying to get Jugram to relax a little.

He looks at you and then back to his feet, “I can’t –” and he immediately regrets his words, as disappoint washes over your face, “I mean, I can stay for one song.” He offers.

You give him a grin and bring him inside.

Music fills the room as Jugram watches you play. His back is straight as an arrow, but not out of confidence, but out of nerves. I don’t belong here, he thinks to himself.

But your music snaps him out of his thoughts as you continue to play your pieces. Before he even realizes, he’s smiling as he watches you play. You beamed at him from your seat, as you continued to play. You look back to your music sheets and close your eyes, your fingers having memorized every note and crescendo.

You come to a stop. Without looking up, you ask “Will you come to my recital, Jugram?” But he was gone. The room empty once again.

It’s spring, and you’re struggling to breathe. Your caretaker watches you as the seamstress tightens your corset. Your débutante ball is tonight and all your etiquette training, tutoring and classes prepared you for this night. You were to be presented as a young woman of upper society.

You looked at yourself in the mirror: rosy lips, lashes long and thick, hair styled tastefully, with an exceptionally beautiful silk ball gown. An elegant necklace drapes over your décolletage, with matching earrings already in place. You were to be a vision to guests and suitors alike.

It’s spring and you were dreading nightfall. Upper society was so stiff with its rules and mannerisms. Your one solace was your piano. As the seamstress continues her tightening, you stare at your hands, covered in matching silk gloves as your dress. Long and thin, evidence of the years of piano playing etched on every single finger. You chuckled to yourself as the memories of Mr. Hirako’s tutelage floods your mind.

You rather prepare for another recital than for a ball. Sighing, you turned your head and looked out the window, the setting sun in the distance. It fills your room and the nearby meadows with a golden glow.

You wonder if Jugram will be there tonight. It had been a few years since that day in the music room. He never came to your recital, but he was always around the manor, practicing, training, preparing with the other squires.

Well, you gave a quiet laugh, he wasn’t a squire anymore. The once shy boy and nervous teen was now a calm, talented and confident knight. A faint blush spreads your face at the thought of him. He would politely engage with you if you were nearby, asking you about your music, how you were, and what was occupying your time, but he would never acknowledge your first recital, or any recitals you invited to him after that. On the rare occasion he would sit and listen to you to play, maybe that’s a recital in it of itself, you mused. He would applaud you once you were finished but spoke only a few words about your music and talent.

You two would be in the same room, but sometimes it felt like you were distances apart. A wall between him and you that your only your music would lower.

You weren’t sure if he was a friend or not. You would watch him from afar, how he commanded his small troop with a cool confidence. His once bruise-covered, shaking arms, held his sword and shield with grace and poise, while he was distant and cold with his men, there was a soft, respectful and caring tone with you.

The seamstress stepped away from you, finished with your dress and admiring her work, “she’s ready.”

Your caretaker eyes are filled with love and awe, “you look magnificent, Mistress! You’ll be the talk of the ball tonight.” You gave her a wry smile, “thank you.”

It’s spring and you were wistful, looking out your carriage. Your manor grows smaller in the distance as the night grows darker.

The carriage comes to a halt in front of the castle. The castle was large and imposing, made of bright white stone. Women and men dressed in exquisite silk, satin and velvet, as they mingled, chatted and drank through the halls.

You were immediately escorted to another room, with other ladies who were preparing for their debut as well. You recognized some of them – classmates and acquaintances from your lessons. You politely nodded your head at them, but kept your distance, rather looking out the window instead.

“Ugh, he’s so boring.” You heard one woman say, loudly. Her brown, almost black hair was styled in a French twist with a thin tiara on top of her head. Her dress was red, it almost reminded you of blood.

“Bambietta, he’s your fiancé!” Another woman with blonde hair in loose curls and a seafoam-coloured gown, whispered harshly. You pretended not to pay attention to them but watched them through the faint reflection of the window.

Bambietta Basterbine, you recalled. The daughter of a weapons manufacturer who was close to your uncle. You had only met her a handful of times but found her quite rude with how she treated servants and those of lower rank.

“No, it’s insulting!” Bambietta scoffed, “if he weren’t one of Lord Yhwach’s most trusted knights, he wouldn’t even be here. He is a peasant in knight’s armour.” She sneered. Your ears twitched, one of your uncle’s knights?

“But at least he’s handsome… Lord Yhwach has some pretty ugly soldiers in his army.” Her blonde friend quipped, trying to diffuse the situation.

You could see Bambietta roll her eyes, “and he’s probably terrible in bed. His friend, you know the one with the black hair. Hubert?” Bambietta grinned, licking her lips, “he was fun. And besides, I’ll have my pick of the litter if he doesn’t satisfy me.” Bambietta said with a dismissive tone.

Your eyes widened from hearing their conversation, but you kept your cool. This was between her and her fiancé. Although... Hubert… you knew vaguely of him within your uncle’s army… he was Jugram’s second-in-command.

You felt your body churn out of anxiety, but your heart felt like it was crumbling.

An older madame entered the room and ushered all the ladies together, including you. You were each to be escorted by a knight as you descended the royal steps. Your stomach was in knots with anxiety creeping up your body.

Bambietta was to be in front of you and you could tell she was in a foul mood with the way she was pouting and glaring at you and everyone in the room.

And soon, the knights entered. You recognized Jugram immediately, one of the taller knights. You thought you saw his eyes widen as he saw you, but his gaze diverted to Bambietta. He was decorated in a fine white uniform, reminding you of snow, with a turquoise fur trim running along his jacket and gold fixtures. His sword fastened at his hip, and long blonde hair tied in a loose ponytail. “Bambietta” Jugram said, a bit coldly you thought. He held his hand to Bambietta, who scoffed and begrudgingly held it.

You were one of the few without a fiancé and were to be assigned a knight to escort you tonight. Hubert, the man in your uncle’s army, the second-in-command to Jugram, and Bambietta’s bed partner, gave you a small smile and bowed, taking your hand, “it’ll be my honor to escort you tonight, milady.”

You gave a sad smile and extended your hand. He kissed the back of your hand, and you wanted to wince. But you recalled your etiquette training and remained polite.

The train of knights and ladies descended the steps as orchestral music filled the hall. You looked ahead of you, to Jugram’s back, as he confidently escorted Bambietta down the steps.

“Announcing Lady Bambietta of the Basterbine family, escorted by her fiancé, Grandmaster Jugram Haschwalth.”

Then it was you and Hubert, stepping down to the marble floor. Once all the pairs were called upon, the first dance commenced. You smiled politely as Hubert held you. His grip was too tight on your hip and arm, as you winced while you danced. Eventually the song came to an end, and you parted ways.

The elites of the upper society began to swarm you, prodding you on to take Hubert as a fiancé, how your uncle would support you on the endeavour, but you politely declined. Stepping away from the crowd, you found a balcony to decompress, and people watch.

Some couples were dancing still, including Jugram and Bambietta. Their movements were fluid and graceful. You could hear in the distance guests gossiping about them, how beautiful their family would be.

Once the song ended you followed Jugram to another balcony outside. He was shocked to see you, eyes wide as you tried to gather courage for what you were about to say.

“Bambietta isn’t good for you!” You yelled, as sadness enveloped you, “she’s been sleeping with Hubert, and has no issues with seeing other men besides you.”

The look Jugram gave you scared you. Cold, lifeless green eyes staring into your soul. “It’s my duty to Lord Yhwach to marry who he sees fit.” He stared at you, his voice devoid of its usual warmth for you, “it doesn’t matter to me, as long as she’s happy.” He pushed you aside, walking back to the hall, leaving you alone on the balcony.

It was spring and you wanted to cry.

It’s summer and you’re visiting your uncle’s manor. Nothing has changed from what you can see. The gardens are beautiful as ever, with your favourite flowers in full bloom. You’re greeted by familiar servants and staff, welcoming you back into your home as they take your belongings to your room.

You walked through the halls towards your music room. Passing by the window, you see a familiar scene of young pages training to become knights, of wooden swords and childish laughter. How nostalgic you thought.

Lord Yhwach is away but promised to visit in the coming days. Your uncle wanted you to enjoy your stay in his home for the time being, taking a break from “the disgusting air of the city” as he described it. He didn’t like you living in the city, but you preferred it, playing recitals and teaching students music.

He also didn’t like that you remained unmarried. Neither did the rest of your family and your caretaker. Suitors would visit you from afar, and past visits back home would have a man waiting for your return, but you would dismiss each one.

Now you were reaching the “ineligible” age. An age where the annoying, nosy and rude ladies of upper society turned their noses at unmarried women. Sighing, you entered your music room. A song would distract you from those thoughts.

Your piano room was clean, albeit a bit stuffy. You opened the large windows by them to air out the room. The faint sound of children laughing can be heard, followed by the buzzing of cicadas, bringing a smile to your lips.

It’s summer and you deserve to enjoy yourself at your own pace.

You lift the cover of your piano to find clean and polished keys. You run your fingers gently across them, no sound being made. You settle yourself and decide on what piece to play. Your mind flashes to one of your first concerts in the city, where you received a standing ovation, and a large bouquet of your favourite flowers awaited your waiting room. There was no name attached to the bouquet, other than the note of “Congratulations.” Signed with your uncle’s crest. To this day you figured it was him. Recital after recital, you would find beautiful bouquets awaiting you with a note from your uncle.

Your fingers glided over the keys as you played the first piece from your first ever recital. The one where you had dragged Jugram to listen to that one winter’s day. You smiled to yourself as you closed your eyes, letting your fingers play the song from memory. You mind wandered as you continued to play, thinking of Jugram.

In the coming days after the ball, to save face, you had congratulated him on his engagement. You were a witness to his coronation as Imperial Advisor to your uncle. You had attended his wedding to Bambietta. And then you ran to the city.

Your hands were moving on their own as you recalled all of it, as tears started to prick your eyes. As the piece was nearing its end, you felt your hands grow heavy and you stopped.

“That was an old piece you played.” Jugram’s voice startled you.

“Jugram! I didn’t notice you were here.” You exclaimed, jumping out of your seat. You bowed to him as he did to you. “Did you just come in?” You asked, wondering when he entered the room.

“The servants told me you had arrived. I knew I would find you here.” He said, his voice even and calm. His uniform was stark white, he looked even taller than before.

But his green eyes were soft today, unlike the time at the ball. This was the Jugram you wanted to remember.

“Please excuse my intrusion,” a maid servant announced, as she brought tea and snacks for you.

“Oh thank you, but could you bring these outside? I’d like to enjoy them with Advisor Haschwalth.” You smiled, as the three of you were led outside.

The two of you sat in the gazebo in silence, as the wind tickled your hair. The sun was slowly beginning its descent into the horizon.

“How have you been, Jugram? How is Bambietta?”

Jugram sipped on his water, as his eyes lingered to the flowers nearby. “She’s fine.” He murmured.

“And you?” You asked again.

“Fine.” He said, always a man with few words. The air was warm, but comforting, but you noticed him unbutton his jacket.

“I’m always surprised to see you wearing your uniform during this heat.” You laughed, to which Jugram gave a slight smile.

“The fabric is suitable for all seasons, but it’s quite warm today.” He mused, taking another sip of water.

Silence grew again, as the two of you stared out in the distance.

“I –”

“You –”

The two of you spoke at the same time. Jugram ushered you to go first.

“I’m sorry about the ball. I know it’s been so many years, but I’m sorry for how I acted. It wasn’t my place.” You apologized, looking at him. Jugram’s face was expressionless.

“Bambietta and I are separating for now.” He murmured, still staring at the garden. Was he… disappointed? Relieved? You couldn’t tell.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Jugram. That must have been difficult for you both to agree on.” You sighed.

Jugram gave you a sad smile. “She was upset with the bouquets I was having delivered.”

Your eyes widened in surprised, “isn’t that a bit hypocritical of her? But I’m surprised, you had someone else?”

Jugram gave a dry chuckle, “no, I never bedded them, but I suppose it was unfair to her that I would gift flowers to someone and visit the city every now and then.” Your heart panged again, sadness washing over you that Jugram’s affections laid with someone else... again.

“Are you going to be with this person once your separation is finalized?” You asked, unsure if you could handle his answer.

“I want to.” He said calmly, his face again, remained expressionless, “but that depends on her.” He mused, his lips forming to a wistful smile.

“Do you regret what happened?” You asked softly, trying to remain composed for whatever Jugram may say.

“I have no regrets.” He murmured, “I made my own choice to marry her, and it’s now my choice to separate from her and be with someone else.”

“But what about my uncle?” You asked, worried that Jugram may have been on the receiving end of your uncle’s ruthlessness.

“He signed off on it. I suppose whatever deal he had with the Basterbine family was fulfilled.” Jugram said, wistfully.

The silence between you two grew again as the sun began to set.

“Did you like the bouquets?” He asked, staring at you.

“The bouquets?” You asked in confusion. “Wait, that… that was from you?”

Jugram nodded. “I attended some of your recitals.” He said calmly, finishing his glass of water. “You are truly a gift from God.” He quietly said.

“I thought they were from Lord Yhwach all this time…” You said, your voice wavering. Your heart was beating so loudly. You began to feel felt faint.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were there? I—” You asked, trying to calm yourself.

Jugram remained silent, as he continued to stare into the gardens.

“If I didn’t see you play at least once in my life,” Jugram said, “I would die with that regret.” He whispered, looking at the distance with a longing in eyes. “And then one recital, became multiple.”

Jugram got up from his seat and stood in front of you, extending his hand. You gave him yours, to which he bowed and kissed the back of your hand. “Please allow me to escort you to dinner tonight, your highness.” Jugram asked.

The days are long, and the nights are warm. Your body aches and your pussy is sore, sticky remnants covering your thigh. You had consummated your marriage to Jugram.

Your nipples are sensitive from Jugram’s teeth marks. Your lips are puffy and swollen from the kisses he stole from you.

Although everything hurt, you ached for more of him.

His cheeks were slightly flushed for the evening’s earlier activities, but now he laid asleep next you, his broad chest moving to every hitch of breath he was taking. His face was relaxed, his lips weren’t frowning, his eyebrows weren’t crossed. He looked at peace. You gently placed your hand over his heart, your long fingers gently tapping to the song from your youth.

Yet like everything Jugram does, he surprises you as his hand interlocks with yours.

“I’m sorry to wake you, Jugo.” You whispered, kissing him softly on the lips. “I couldn’t help myself.” You murmured, kissing him again, “you just looked so content.”

Jugram cupped your face in his hand as the two of you laid side-by-side. “You must be sore from tonight.” He said, kissing your forehead.

You felt heat rise below and peered down below the blanket. Jugram’s cock was growing stiff. You bit your lip in anticipation, reaching your hand down below, but Jugram stopped you.

“Rest, my highness.” Jugram murmured, “I can wait.”

You pouted at him, “can I watch at least?” You politely asked, giving him an innocent look. Jugram looked at you, eyes wide at the question. Your hand reached down and gently grabbed his growing erection, sliding your hand up and down.

Jugram grunted at the feeling, and pulled your arm away from his cock, replacing it with his own. “What her majesty wants, her majesty will get.” He whispered into your ear, as you watched Jugram slide his hand over his stiff cock. Precum leaked from the tip as Jugram watched you. He pinched your nipple and stole another kiss from you.

You moaned into him, throwing your arms around his neck, but he pulled away, continuing to pump his cock.

Watching him left a familiar ache of your own, as your hand darted to your pussy, rubbing your clit gently watching Jugram masturbate on top of you. You slipped one of your fingers inside, whimpering as you thought of Jugram’s cock inside you instead.

Jugram’s movements grew more erratic, and his breath more laboured as he watched you play with yourself, moaning his name. He watched you insert a second finger inside you, arching your back at the feeling, another moan of his name escaping his lips.

It was too much for him, as Jugram closed his eyes and groaned your name, his cum thick on your stomach. You slipped your fingers out from your pussy, using them to scoop his cooling cum of your body and tasting it. “Delicious.” You teased, licking your fingers clean.

Jugram panted, but gave you a wry smile, “you will be the death of me, your majesty.”

THANKS FOR READING!! This was originally planned to be super angst heavy, but my brain went another way haha! Here are some notes for this fic:

The title of the song on AO3 is from Duran Duran's "The Chauffeur" (one of my top favourite songs of all time), but I was specifically listening to Sneaker Pimps' cover of it.

Hanon's Virtuoso Pianist, is actually a great tool to build your finger strength and helps with scales and technical studies for piano playing.

The Bach piece that reader plays with Jugram in the room is Bach's Fugue No. 16 in G Minor from Book 2 of The Well-Tempered Clavier.

For the reason I chose Bambietta is based off this goofy omake between her and Jugram lmao

I really enjoyed writing this fic, so I hope you all enjoy it as well!!

[girlsslovemyswag]

Yhwach and Jugram yandere headcanons . ̬ 𝓸𝓯.ㅤ★ܠ𝟬𝟮⃝▒

Yhwach

Very possessive. If anyone ever got too comfortable with you, they're suddenly gone the next day whaatt xd. He'd want to be the only one you talk to and would most likely try to isolate you.

One time you were reading a book in the palaces library when a, lets say, brave soul decided to sit pretty close to you striking a conversation about the book you were currently reading. And when he got closer that your sides touched, as if on cue Yhwachs spiritual pressure was felt and suddenly the quincy next to you was decapitated, blood splashing everywhere, on your clothes too. "My apologies darling..." he lightly smiled, you weren't sure if it was directed at you or the body. "I'll have some servants clean you up...I'll also have to make a private library for you hm?...so no one will bother you." He said the last part darkly before exiting.

He's overall sweet and tries not to scare you, but won't hesitate to punish you if you're being bratty, for exp only allowing you to dry hump him until you learn your lesson or not letting you cum until he says so. Loves to let others know you're his so he'll always leave something characteristic of his on you, like his reishi lingering on you, his cloak wrapped around you. Very controlling and demanding.

Jugram

Has a death stare battle with anyone that looks your way guess who wins. At first he was cold and only wanted to keep you in his room and he honestly had no idea with what to do with you, but he felt the need to keep you close to him forever, so when you first showed him affection, he got more addicted than he already was and started being softer. Unlike Yhwach he doesn't realize he's a "yandere".

Very overprotective and would be at most rest if you only stayed locked up in his chambers. Doesn't wanna lose you and would deem killing someone "necessary" for your protection. Often catches himself staring at you from a distance. If y'all ever argued he'd be the one giving you the silent treatment with that cold demeanor, he'd also be veryy passive aggressive. yes he's petty like that.

Is pretty gentle during love making though. He prides himself in being the only to see you like that. After he cleans you up and give you some cuddles he'd tell you to rest in his bed and practically lock you up in his room so you don't even have a choice to leave girl atp you live in his room.

Requested by: @stuckinhell2 ˚₊✯͡ 🜚 *·.

[truelotus]

HIII LOTUS<33 hope you’ve been well w everything!!

may i pls request angst for jugram like im DYING for more jugram content on tumblr and angst is so good thank youuuu

- 🪻anon <33

The one that got away ᢉ𐭩 Jugram Haschwalth x reader

𓂃۶ৎ context: Jugram loves a shinigami, you. But later on chooses to ultimately serve under his majesty. Later on, he learns that the beloved shinigami he loved has been arranged to marry someone else. Realizing his mistake.. does he take to action?

𓂃۶ৎ warnings: angst!, female! reader, quincy x shinigami, arranged marriage.

a/n: Hey 🪻anon! Tysm for this request, It was a bif rushly made but I hope you like it :) also idrk if this is angst?? if someone can message me and help me with angst😢

A shinigami in love with a quincy? That’s something that could never happen in a billion years, well that’s what Jugram Haschwalth thought at least.

He soon realized that was possible when meeting you.

He hated the fact that you could make him smile like nobody ever has, you were an enemy. And he was your enemy as well, so why did you treat like so normal?

He accidentally met you, he never thought he’d ever see you again after that one encounter. But one day he found you sitting by the lake, the place he goes to relax. When he saw you, he turned away but you noticed him already, calling him out and telling him to stay.

“Don’t be so rude quincy, why don’t you stay?”

You knew from the start he wasn’t a shinigami or an arrancar, you just had that instinct on him—that he was a quincy.

Jugram was hesitant about talking to you, he couldn’t figure out what your intentions were. But he still turned around and sat with you by the lake.

At first he found your kindness a bit irritating, he had no intentions of entertaining you. But the more he saw you, coming around him, things shifted.

He found himself coming back to you, even though he never wanted to come back to you, he did. Of course you weren’t going to say no to the handsome quincy.

You two would secretly meet up with each other whenever you both could, you would be doing most of the talking and he’d listen.

There were a few times where he was supporting the conversation but it was rare. When he did though, he’d talk about being the right hand man to a man named his majesty, you obviously knew it was Yhwach.

“Sounds stressful.” You said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“It quite is.”

He was grateful for you, you always listened to him. He was accepting that he was falling in love with you, but he knew it could never work. He’d try to push his feelings down for you but it could never just stay down.

It was helpless.

Your presence made everything better, he’d never admit that though. Even though he felt this way towards you, being the right hand of his majesty was an important job of his. Meaning that he could never actually have a relationship with you. But that didn’t mean that he’d stop meeting up with you.

“Hey! Jugo!” You said, running down the hill to once again secretly meet up with him. He turned around, Jugrams hair majestically blowing by the wind. His gaze softened up, just a bit— once laying his eyes on your figure.

You and Bazz-B are the only people who have ever called him Jugo, he didn’t care when Bazz-B said it, they were old close friends after all. But with you? He loved when hearing you call out to him so casually, he found it adorable.

“How are things with your family?” Jugram asked as you hugged him, he didn’t hug you back but once you pulled away, he held your figure, not letting go. He wasn’t much of a hugger, but he did crave your touch at times, it’s natural.

“Great! They finally left the guy alone, y’know? The one I was supposed to marry.” Ah yes, that. You’re apart of one of the noble families in the soul society. You were being pushed into marrying the current head of the Kuchiki clan, Byakuya Kuchiki. Since his wife recently had just passed away. They needed a lady for the clan, so the Kuchiki clan and yours came together, trying to set an arranged marriage. But neither of you were going to put up with it.

Eventually, they stopped trying and just dropped it.

“I see.. Well how do you feel about that?” Jugram asked, moving a strand of your hair, tucking it behind your ear, his touch lingering on your skin longer than expected.

Deep down, he was grateful that that the families finally left you two alone. He knows he cannot have a relationship with you, but that doesn’t mean he wants you to go on and have a relationship with another man.

“I’m super happy! Now.. I can finally focus on someone else.” You said in a teasing tone, poking Jugrams chest. He chuckled before grabbing your hand, bringing it to his lips, lightly kissing it.

“Who may that be?” You giggled, blushing by his romantic gesture.

“I don’t know.. a certain quincy. His name is Jugram Haschwalth. You know him don’t you?”

“That would be me.”

“You’re right!”

“So Jugo, whats with that shinigami girl you’ve been meeting.” Bazz-B said, mocking the right hand man. Jugram turned, widening his eyes ever so slightly. Surprised that Bazz-B found out about the you.

“How did you..”

“Never mind that, whats you should be focusing on is how she’ll be dealt with once other people find out about her.”

Bazz-B had a point.

“How would his majesty react to this? Don’t you think that he’ll just kill her off.”

Jugram clutched his fist, the thought of you disappearing, just because of him.. caused him to feel cautious and anxious about things with you now.

He knew from the start it could never work, but he couldn’t help but be captivated by you. But then again..

He was the right hand man of the quincy king, he had much better things to do than to be hanging around with a shinigami, right?

“If you say a word, you know very well what will happen if you do.” Jugram said over his shoulder when he walked away from Bazz-B’s presence.

He walked angrily to his room, wondering on what he should do. He could either risk your life and continue to be around you, or leave you alone and focus on his path. Both were big decisions he had to make, and one was a bit more important than the other. Knowing what he has to do, he clutched his fist once more, his nails dug into his skin, drawing blood.

He told himself that this was the best, he didn’t want to cause any trouble for you either, you’re a shinigami.. if someone found out about you, they’d for sure hunt you down. They’d think that you were trying to seduce the right hand man of the quincy king.

He was doing what he thought was right, the path he thought he was destined to go down on.

“Well then.”

Jugram rushed to the spot to find you, and obviously he did. He noticed the glowing, bright and the excitement in your eyes once you noticed his presence.

“Jugo!” You exclaimed, you immediately moved your feet, running to him. You fell into his arms and looked up with him with a cheeky smile, “I waited for you again!” Jugram couldn’t stare at you for long, he turned his gaze away from you, looking at the grass beside you.

And he didn’t even say anything, or do anything. Usually, he’ll kiss your forehead as a hello greeting but.. there was no kiss. “Is something wrong?” You removed yourself from his grasp, anxious on what was happening.

“It’s best if we sit down, let’s sit by the lake.” Without any more words, Jugram walked forward, towards the lake. You watched him walk away, looking at the back of his head. You could feel your heart getting heavier with each step you took to catch up to Jugram.

“What’s going on?” You mumbled out when taking the empty spot next to him on the grass. Jugram didn’t dare to look at you, he continued to look straight forward, observing how beautiful the water moved in the lake.

“It’s best if we cut ties.”

Your heart dropped.

Was he finished with you? Was he done using you for entertainment of his own? What did you do wrong? Did every moment you two had mean nothing to him? What was the point of all of this?

“You’re serious?” You went to grab his hand, but before you could he pulled away, preventing you from reaching him. You looked at him with wide and now tearful eyes.

“I don’t understand.” You continued to look at him, you could only see his side profile, he still wasn’t turning to you.

“I don’t think you will understand.” Was all he said. It was annoying how even now, Jugram looked magnificent as ever, the sunlight was highlighting his sharp features, along with his long blonde hair. The wind was blowing lightly, causing strands of his hair to get into his face.

“You don’t think.. I’ll understand?” You said, offended by what he meant. Did he think you were some loser shinigami?

When you were to engrossed by your thoughts, Jugram got up from his spot, gaining your attention then.

“Please, Don’t go.” You grabbed onto his pants leg, trying to make him sit back down but he shook his leg to get you off of him.

He looked down at you, you could then see the hurt in his eyes, if he was hurting this much, why couldn’t he just stay? why did things have to turn out like this?

“This is for the better, I don’t.. want anything happening to you.” Those were the last words he ever said to you before he walked away, you quickly stood up from your spot, watching him walk away. You so badly wanted to reach out to him and stop him but would he get angry with you if you did?

“Please! Jugo..! Nothing will happen to me, I’ll get stronger and won’t you be there for me?” Jugram then stopped his steps for a second, turning his fave slightly, only showing his side profile. He looked at you one last time before he took off.

“Jugram..”

It’s been well over a year since Jugram left you that day. Everyday you thought of him, wondering what went wrong, what you could have done differently, what could’ve made him stay.

But today was a day where those thoughts shouldn’t be thought of.

Today,

You were going to marry the head of the Kuchiki clan, Byakuya Kuchiki.

After being abandoned, you were depressed, devastated by the loss of your love. Your clan took notice of this a couple months later, so for some odd reason.. they asked you if you would like to be arranged to marry the head of the Kuchiki clan.

You had enough of their nonsense, but you were sure that Jugram had no intentions of coming back. He has probably moved on with his life, maybe found another lover since, a quincy instead of a shinigami.

“Okay. I will marry Kuchiki Byakuya then, for the clan.” You announced your agreement to the marriage in front of the whole family, including the Kuchiki family. You remember seeing Byakuya’s eyes widened ever so slightly.

It’s not like he’s a bad guy, you honestly wouldn’t mind marrying him. But since your heart belonged to someone else.. it was a bit hard to come around to. But he’s gone, perhaps with another woman.. you couldn’t just wait around for him.

Byakuya on the other hand, didn’t like the idea of remarrying. He preferred to stay a widow for the rest of his life, but his grandfather had convinced him that it would be for the clan, so he agreed.

Well anyways, today was the wedding day for the arranged wedding. You were wearing the finest and richest shiromuku, along with a wataboshi.

Your only request for the wedding, was that you get married in near that lake.

“I have a request, Kuchiki-Sama.” Your voice was soft and low, it lacked confidence. “I would like.. to have the wedding at this lake. It’s quite elegant and perhaps suiting to your taste..?” Surprisingly, Byakuya did not argue, he agreed to where the wedding will take place at.

You looked at yourself in the mirror before leaving to the lake, you felt beautiful and you were beautiful. You would’ve imagined that you were going to have this moment with the person you love most, Jugram Haschwalth.. but it seems like it really wasn’t going to ever happen.

It should’ve been him, is what you thought.

“M’lady, we should be heading out now.” You snapped out of your mind and quickly walked out of the room.

Byakuya would be lying to himself if he said that you didn’t make a beautiful bride. Everything was incredibly beautiful about you this day.

You walked down the aisle, holding the arm of your father. Today should be a happy day, but Byakuya didn’t even see a slight smile on your lips.

It was a short wedding, the both of you wanted it that way.

“I do.”

“I do.”

As the wedding was finishing up, you could see someone, in the shadows, watching afar.

They looked familiar, could it be a family member who you forgot to greet? You squinted your eyes to get a clearer look.

That’s when you met his gaze.

“Ju..go.” You muttered out, it was almost by instinct on how fast you ran towards his direction, you caused a sudden commotion because you ran away so quickly once everything was over.

It was a bit hard to run to Jugram because of your dress, but you made it. You were a panting mess, you looked at him for so long that he averted his gaze from you.

“What are.. you doing here.”

“I was here to find you.”

“What do you mean? You mean you came all this way just to find me? What? Did you expect that you were going to find me sulking and waiting for you?!”

He turned his gaze to you once again, eyeing you. “No. But I was wishing that I would.”

You cried.

You couldn’t help it.

What if you waited long enough?

Would you actually be with him then?

“Well it’s too late. I’m married now, you can see that.”

“I can.”

“Why didn’t you come to me sooner?! I waited for you for so long. I visited this lake almost everyday! Why couldn’t you just come during those times?!”

“I did visit this lake, I never found you.”

“You.. did?”

Jugram hummed in response.

Jugram waited for you everyday at this lake, hoping he’d find you but you never showed up. So when he had enough of waiting, he’d leave. And that’s when you would come around, waiting for him.

“Lady Kuchiki! Please come back!” Your new name was already being used, but you still turned your head to the person calling out to you.

“Kuchiki, Huh? Is that what I call you now?”

“As if you’re going to ever see me again.”

“Of course I will, I was hoping I could take you away from all of this.”

You froze, was he joking with you? Is Jugram really going to take you away from all of this? Was he going to love you once more? and stay?

“Y/N, please come out. Our family is waiting.”

You then heard the voice of your husband, he was calling out to you.

“You’re too late, Haschwalth.”

Jugram watched as you turned away this time, usually you’d be the one watching his back as he walked away from you but this time? He was doing that instead. How funny.

He watches as you sweetly called out to your new husband. Seeing your husband filled him with rage, he so badly wanted to rip you away from his arms, the way he casualty touched you.

But in the end he knew this was all his fault.

If he just trusted you.

If he just had more faith in you.

He shouldn’t have thrown you away so easily.

For a year, he spent time to get stronger, just so he could come back to you and stay with you, protect you from any quincy or even shinigami that came your way.

But he just wasted his time.

ngl this was lowkey butt, this was SO rushed.. I’m sorry

[whitefoxfiction]

ngl The Kisuke one was hot AND in literally made me laugh out loud.

Which bleach guys would be ecstatic to find out that the reader is a squirter?

A/N: This is such a messy question, and I love it :) In no specific order, except for Kyoraku, because he’s a man of culture and we love him for it.

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐢 — is a fucking connoisseur of pleasure. He loves a wet, messy, soaking pussy, and the second he realises you squirt? Oh, he’s gone. He’ll tease you for it, all lazy smirks and low, deep murmurs about how “you’re drenching the sheets already, sweetheart,” but his mouth never stops moving. His tongue is everywhere—lapping, sucking, teasing that sensitive clit just to feel you gush all over his face. And once you do? He’s humming like it’s his favourite drink, fingers stroking inside to keep it coming. Then he’s pushing his thick cock inside, groaning at how slippery you are, grinding in slow and deep so you can feel every inch stretch you open.

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 — he’s not as innocent as you think—yeah sure, he can be. But the moment he feels that first hot gush coat his fingers? Oh, you’ve awakened something dangerous in him. He’d drown in it, licking up every drop, fingers deep inside and pressing just right to keep you cumming over and over. He loves the way you shake, the way your thighs clamp around his head, how your moans get desperate when he doesn’t stop. And when he finally replaces his tongue with his cock? He’s slow, and deep, loving the way you squeeze and leak all over him, soaking his balls every time he thrusts.

𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 — this man? Obsessed. He’s the type to trigger it on purpose, learning exactly what makes you gush so he can abuse it. You’re not squirting enough? That just means he hasn’t worked you up enough. His mouth is all over your clit, tongue flicking, lips sucking, fingers pressing deep to feel your walls flutter—and when you finally break, he’s groaning against your pussy, lapping up every drop like a man starved. And once his cock is in you? He’s pounding you through every gush, watching in awe as your juices drip down his abs, the bed ruined beneath you. And he loves it.

𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 — oh, he lives for this shit. He’s feral about it. The first time you squirt on him, he’s hooked. He wants to see it, wants to feel you soak his tongue, his fingers, his cock. His tongue is rough, everywhere, teasing, devouring until you can’t even think. And when he fucks you? It’s desperate, fast, his balls slapping against you as he watches you gush all over his thick cock, grinning through his panting moans.

𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 — may look composed, but the moment he realises you can squirt? His control shatters. He’s the type to hold you down while his tongue works you raw, forcing you to cum over and over, making you beg him to stop—but he won’t. He needs to see it again, feel it again, watch your thighs tremble and your voice break as you soak his face. And when he finally fucks you? Oh, he’s relentless. Deep, slow thrusts that force you to gush again, his mouth catching your screams before he groans, “Again.”

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 — ugghh this man? He loves a mess. The moment you squirt, he’s laughing in delight, tongue dipping in to taste, fingers pushing to feel every contraction. He’ll tease you for it, calling you his “adorable little fountain,” (thank you Kisuke) but his cock is aching to be inside, to feel you squirt all over him as he fucks you into oblivion. And when he does? He’s fucking fascinated, watching every shudder, every shake, loving the way your juices drip down his shaft as he pounds into you, chasing another squirt, another orgasm, just because he can.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢 — loves getting soaked. That smirk of his? Pure arrogance because he knows exactly how to make you gush all over his tongue and cock. Would take his sweet time, loving the way your thighs shake. He’d keep going, barely giving you time to recover before plunging his tongue or cock right back in, determined to make you flood the sheets.

𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 — no hesitation, no restraint. He loves the mess, whether it’s squirting or creaming—he just wants to feel and taste everything. Would shove his face between your thighs and stay there for as long as he damn well pleases, making sure you’re completely ruined before he even starts fucking you. The kind of man who wouldn’t stop until you’re drenched and trembling.

𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 — the moment you squirt, he groans like it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever fucking seen. He loves how messy you get, how helpless you are under his tongue. And he doesn’t stop—doesn’t want to stop—his fingers pressing into you, tongue swirling around your clit as he pushes you through another orgasm, and another. When he finally fucks you? He’s panting against your lips, feeling your juices drip down his thighs, your pussy sucking him in so fucking tight, and he’s losing his mind.

𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 — he loves a squirting pussy because it’s fascinating to him. He’d tease you for it, that lazy smirk in place, but the moment it actually happens? He’s groaning, obsessed with the way it spills over his lips. He’s addicted now, watching you shake every time he dips his tongue back in, grinning when you squirm because he knows you’re too sensitive but he wants to push you further. And when he fucks you? It’s slow, deep, and drawn out, making sure he wrings every last drop from you before he spills deep inside.

𝐘𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐜𝐡 — owns your squirting pussy the moment he discovers it. The first time you soak his fingers, he’s intrigued. The second time? He’s determined to break you. His tongue is ruthless, exploring every inch of you until he’s learned exactly what makes you gush, and then he abuses it. He won’t let you stop, won’t let you breathe, forcing you through orgasm after orgasm because he enjoys watching you lose control. And when he finally fucks you? He’s slow, deliberate, commanding you to drench his cock before he fills you up.

[brittscafe]

Kinktober Day 27

Kinktober Day 27: Soft sex, Jugram Haschwalth x female reader.

Jugram loves to be soft and romantic with you. Especially, after he hasn't seen you in a few weeks since he's so busy being Yhwach's right hand man.

You walk inside your shared bedroom, dim with candles around the room and rose petals along the ground and bed. Your eyes widen and a smile tugs on your face.

Jugram stands in front of your bed, his warm blonde bangs tucked behind his ear, dressed in his usual uniform.

"Hi, my love," Jugram greets you with a warm, tender smile. You gaze up at his pale face and return the kind smile.

"Hi, what's all this?" you ask as he slowly stalks over to you. Your heart rams against your chest and Jugram's eyes are soft, filled with warmth.

"Well, we haven't seen each other in a few weeks. I want to have a nice night with you," Jugram explains and your heart fills up with happiness.

You love the way Jugram can be so sweet and kind. He thoughts are planned out and nice.

Jugram reaches out his bare hand and cups your cheek, thumb grazing along your skin. His touch pricks the hair up along the back of your neck and you lean into his touch.

"I've missed you dearly," you express and Jugram's lips tug into a tiny grin.

"Allow me to express how much I've missed you," his voice is husky, sending a chill down your spine. Jugram dips his head down, closing his eyes and capturing your lips.

Your body becomes warm in his touch, lips pressing together. His blonde eyelashes tickle your cheeks as the kiss grows deeper, lips meshing together.

You're the first to pull away, quietly inhaling sharply for air.

"Yhwach has been working you hard, my love. Are you sure you're up for this?" you ask softly, seeing the tiredness behind his forest green eyes.

Jugram tilts his head to the side, a faint smile along his face. He appreciates your concern for him, but he is more than just fine.

"I can assure you that I am perfectly fine, my dear," Jugram speaks softly and you nod your head. He presses his hand slightly deeper against your cheek, tilting your head up and exposing your bare neck.

His eyes fill with hunger, his mouth watering. Jugram lowers his head to your neck, peppering it with wet kisses. Your hands reach out and grab onto the long sleeves of his uniform, steadying yourself.

A soft moan leaves your lips as Jugram's lips suck and nibble on your sensitive skin. Jugram snakes an arm around your waist, hand flattening against your lower back and circling you in closer to him.

Your eyelids flutter half closed, tiny waves of pleasuring shocking your body. Jugram's long blonde hair, tickles your neck and any bare part of your upper body.

Jugram's hand falls down from your cheek, working on undoing his green belt. His golden belt buckle jiggles as he pulls the belt off his body and tosses it on the ground.

Your hands tug on his trench coat, slowly pulling it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the ground. Jugram pulls you even closer, your breasts pressing up against his now, bare chest.

"Jugram," you whisper out and he pulls away from your neck now covered in red and slightly purple marks. His eyes meet yours as you run your hands over his slim upper torso, feeling every one of his muscles.

"Let me take care of you, angel," Jugram whispers, hands gripping onto the hem of your shirt and tugging it over your head. Your heart skips a beat and you nod your head.

You don't know how to control your heartbeat when Jugram is so soft with his words and calling you such sweet pet names.

Jugram's hand runs down the middle of your chest all the way down to where your pants are. You squeeze your thighs together, just the thought of his fingers being so close to your core make you wet.

His hand travels up from your lower back to where your bra is clasped in the back. You don't even notice him unclipping your bra and sliding it off your skin until the cold air hits your bare breasts.

Jugram's eyes glisten in the dim lighting, admiring you with such hunger. His cock grows hard inside of his boxers at the sight of you.

You're so beautiful and stunning.

Your eyes lock onto Jugram's hand, ever so painfully slowly taking off your pants. He tugs them down your thighs that are sticking to them and down your ankles.

Jugram captures your lips with a heated kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth and easily dominating yours. Jugram's hands grip onto your hips and push you back.

You let a tiny yelp as you sink into the mattress and Jugram's weight presses down on you. Jugram presses his hands on the mattress near your head, holding himself above you.

His knee is positioned in between your thighs, dangerously inching closer and closer to your dripping core. You press your clothed core to his knee, being relieved from the pressure.

Jugram hand travels from your stomach to your underwear where he slowly pulls it down. His eyes widen at the huge wet spot on the crotch of your underwear.

"Oh, you're so wet for me, my angel. I'm sorry I've left you unattended for so long," Jugram huffs out, thumb rubbing circles against your throbbing clit.

You squirm against him and moan as if you've never felt a man's touch before. Jugram dips his head down, leaving a trail of kisses on your stomach up to your breasts.

His lips wrap around your nipple, feeling the bead grow hard inside of your mouth. His free hand runs up your side and squeezes your other breast.

"Mhm! S-shit, Jugram," you hiss out, bucking your hips forward as his thumb firmly presses down on your clit. You wrap an arm around his shoulder, your hand flattening against the nape of his neck.

Jugram releases your nipple with a wet pop, lifting his head up and his narrow eyes meeting yours.

You clench around nothing, whimpering. The way he's got you trapped underneath his hot gaze makes you even more turned on.

"Tell me what you want, my dear," Jugram urges you on, thumb rubbing over your nipple.

"I-I want you inside of me. Please," you beg him, unable how much longer you'll be able to take him pressing down on your clit. A grin tugs on Jugram's face and he pecks your lips softly.

Jugram doesn't hesitate to discard of the rest of his his clothes, his pants and boxers discarded with the rest of his clothes scattered on the ground.

You lift your head up, gazing at his hard, long cock. Jugram takes his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times. You bite on your bottom lip and Jugram gazes down at your pussy.

"So wet for me, angel," he whispers huskily, fingers teasing your pussy folds. You're practically dripping out of your hole at this point, your eyes screaming at Jugram to just fuck you.

He hooks one of your legs around his hip, bringing himself even closer. Your jaw drops open as Jugram slowly pushes his raging tip inside of your aching hole.

A gasp rattles your body as Jugram slowly slides his length inside of you. Jugram hand runs up your arm and his fingers interlace with yours.

He presses your hand into the mattress, groaning as he finally bottoms out inside of your pussy. Jugram hangs his head low, his nose resting against yours.

He brings his free hand up and cups your cheek, gazing deeply into your eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asks and you nod your head, unable to form words from the pressure building up inside of your stomach. Jugram lightly taps your cheek and you meet his gaze.

He needs words from you or he won't continue. He has to know that you're okay.

"I'm fine, Jugram. If you stay like this any longer I might go crazy," you warn him, giggling. Jugram smiles warmly and nods his head.

Your cheeks are boiling and your toes are curling from the sweet praises being whispered into your ear as Jugram's hips meet yours.

His hold on your hand is soft yet tight. He's groaning and moaning into your neck, giving your hand a light squeeze. The sound of skin against skin filling the room, fueling something deep inside of Jugram.

His cock fits inside of you so perfectly, walls clenching around his length. The head of his cock hitting that sweet spot each time he thrusts inside of you, his hips meeting yours.

Your moans grow louder and louder, filling the room. Your grip on Jugram's neck is harsh, fingers digging into his skin. His hand is still latched onto yours, never daring to let go.

"O-oh, I'm close, Jugram," you moan out, your jaw going slack, sounds of pleasure spilling out. Jugram hips relentlessly smack into yours, his pace slow and sensual.

Each time, he leaves his cock inside of you for a moment before pulling out and pushing in again.

Jugram's eyes meet yours as you pant heavily. "I know," he mumbles out, hips meeting yours. A loud moan leaves your lips as your thighs tremble and the knots in your stomach come undone.

Your cum spills out of your stuffed hole, dripping onto the base of Jugram's cock.

"There you go, my love. You did so well," he groans out, eyelids fluttering closed. He clenches his jaw, unsure how much longer he can hold out.

Jugram doesn't cum inside of you often, he's a gentleman and prefers not to cum inside of your pretty pussy. Although, he loves to, but he would never go against your wishes and hates to make a mess.

A gleam of sweat glistens over Jugram's face as wet sounds arise from his cock sinking in and out of your pussy.

"Y/n, may I?" he pants out. You glance over at him, knowing exactly what's he asking by the desperate look on his face. He's barely holding himself together.

"Of course," you nod your head, your breasts jiggling with each sharp thrust. Jugram lowers his face to yours, lips grazing over yours. He moans loudly into your mouth, thick ropes of cum filling up your hole.

He continues to thrust sloppily inside of you, before stopping all of his movements. His muscles are aching as he's been holding himself up for a long period of time.

Your heavy breaths mix together and Jugram rests his forehead against yours. His cum mixed with yours start to drool onto the bedsheets and your thighs.

Jugram presses his lips to your forehead as he pulls back his hips, slowly sliding out of you. He hisses slightly when the air hits his soft, sensitive cock.

His blonde hair hangs down onto your face and your nose scrunches up when it tickles you. Jugram sinks down onto the mattress besides you, turning onto his side and propping himself up on his elbow.

His eyes gleam over your body and he reaches out, his hand grabbing your face and pulling you closer. Jugram reaches for the cloth he set aside on the bed just in case.

"Are you okay, my dear?" he asks with a tender voice, running the cloth along your sticky thighs. You smile warmly and nod your head.

"I am more than okay, Jugram," you assure him and he chuckles deeply.

"I shall never leave you unattended for so long again, my love," he presses a soft kiss to your lips, intending for that to seal his promise.

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Spoilers for Jujutsu Kaisen, Bleach.

The other day I saw someone post that Jujutsu Kaisen was a better manga before it became mainstream and Gege felt pressured by fans to write in a certain way and the story went awry after becoming mainstream. (Can’t find the post now so paraphrasing here but it was basically about the ending which has left many people disappointed.) I’ve been thinking over the post and I don’t know if I agree. For one, most artists want their work to reach more people. Not only does that mean commercial success, more income, future opportunities, etc but also it means you created something which resonates with so many people. If you become mainstream and then feel pressured by your fan base, that is something you have to resolve as an artist internally, by holding true to your vision. This is not to say that fans are always right or kind or generous (I mean here we are reading leaks…) but to blame fans for the writing in the manga doesn’t seem right. So where did it go wrong?

This is my take on it and of course feel free to disagree.

Personally I think Gege kind of set up his own problems and they were foundational and early in the manga. This right here:

In Gogo, we had a character who was canonically the strongest in the world. Undefeated. Yes, his students have potential but Gojo’s techniques were unrivaled. This by itself was not the issue. There are lots of manga with overpowered teachers/leaders. I just watched Bleach, and the head captain Genryusai Yamamoto is the OP character. In Hunter x Hunter, it is the chairman, Netero. Both of them are defeated and killed by a foe who is introduced as the gravest threat, etc etc. The issue is the suspension of disbelief that fans are expected to perform. How is this little tot of a protagonist going to defeat an antagonist who could defeat the strongest good guy in that world? This is also why I will always get on my soapbox for Hunter x Hunter and Togashi’s writing. Gon never fights Meruem (because he would be swatted aside like a fly) and his fight with catperson (whose name I have forgotten) has horrific consequences. Togashi’s solution was not to give his protagonist a training regimen at Planet Fitness for three weeks. The ant king’s death is so much more realistic. Netero’s means of killing the ant king are underhanded because he acknowledges that they were NOT on the same power level and even his technique was no match at the end of the day. Also other powerful characters who could have taken on the ant king are not introduced until later. The writing and plot development was brilliant, believable, and had us weeping for EVERYONE. Togashi wrote an ethical dilemma about whether the ant king’s murder was justified into that fight.

Bleach is probably a better comparison to JJK because it is also setting up Ichigo to fight Yhwach who has defeated all the canonically strong characters (the head caption, royal guards). No doubt he is going to get new forms, new swords, and fifty chapters where he nearly dies three times. (At the end of it, we will want the fight to end and Ichigo to win because we can’t bear to read another chapter 😂) The difference between the two though, and this is where Gege compounds his mistake, is writing Gojo as a fully fledged character in his own right with plenty of screentime. You end up with people rooting for the supposedly secondary character rather than your protagonist. We might overlook Kubo killing the head captain - he barely appeared in the story, didn’t have much of a personality when he did appear, and was not written as an attractive, interesting, compelling character. He was just a placeholder for what Soul Society represented. It might not be the best writing but we can forgive it. Because the manga focuses us on Ichigo and other characters who we are invested in. Kenpachi v Unohana was rich. Kyoraku inviting Haschwalth to tea was comedy. Mayuri as some mad scientist perversion of a sunflower was dazzling …and puzzling. The same is not true for JJK. Gege wrote BOTH Gojo and Yuji into the spotlight, AND routinely disappeared characters (Nobara?) until they randomly showed up again. As the reader you end up asking where characters are offscreen because there isn’t a satisfactory answer. I don’t think I understood the culling games. The pacing in the ending chapters has been very off. I don’t know if fans can be blamed for this. Personally speaking, the last stroke of brilliance in the plot for me was Gege boxing Gojo (because it makes Gojo so heartrendingly human, to pause at the sight of the one he cares, whom he killed). After that it felt like the plot didn’t know what to do with Gojo.

Also just want to say that I do feel for Gege. I can’t imagine carrying the burden of such high expectations. I am sure the pressure was high, and I think we already know that mangaka are so overworked. It’s something Togashi has talked about when he explains why HxH has been so slow. It can’t be easy to keep churning out issues. And I do wonder about editorial oversight because Gege couldn’t be solely responsible for some of these problems. I don’t support writers being hated on. We can feel disappointed and not like how a story played out, but at the end of the day the writers are human too and also have feelings. At the end of the day we have to give credit to Gege for creating this interesting story world and for giving us characters who entertained us and drew us in.

Anyway this post has become long. I haven’t watched Naruto (which I’ve heard praised for its writing too) so curious how that show handles OP characters who are not the protagonist.

PS - Mayuri. What even is this 😂😂😂😂