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Hello! Your writing is amazing! Can I request a yandere Sentinel Prime with a femme reader who has an overprotective Sire? Her sire does not care about who Sentinel is and clearly does not like him and it pisses Sentinel off. Take your time!

Yandere!Sentinel Prime/Femme!Reader with an overprotective sire [hcs]

tw: yandere behavior, mentions of manipulation, jealousy, very brief violence, possesiveness. word count: ~890 a/n: for some reason, I can see Ultra Magnus being this father figure, hehe. thank you for request, Anon~ smoooooch

Your sire doesn't like Sentinel? Well, that certainly wasn't in the plans for him. He expects everyone to treat him like a royalty and look up at him, so when someone treats him differently, it kinda catches off guard.

I don't think yandere!Sentinel will go into his 'killing mode' the moment he sees an obstacle, mainly because he's sure he can take care of that in a classy way.

Sentinel is definitely that guy who really wants to make a good first impression on your sire. He might act like a really confident mech in front of you, but for some reason, he is a little nervous about the thoughts of meeting your sire.

In his mind, it really goes quickly from «oh come on, why would her father dislike me? Everyone loves me!» to «oh Primus. what if he hates me?» and that's how it repeats 24/7. Eventually, the confident Sentinel wins, but he takes a lot of time to prepare for any possible scenario. Everything should be perfect, every single smallest detail is personally checked by him, so nothing goes past.

Imagine Sentinel's expression when your sire harshly brushes it off with a «You're not good enough for my daughter and I don't want you around her. End. Of. Story» and just SLAMS the door shut into his face the moment the other bot sees him. Basically, that's where everything goes wrong. Oh, his poor ego.

Yandere Sentinel especially hates when something goes wrong and not according to his plan. He's a perfectionist, and if he spots any imperfections, it's a total disaster for him! His mood quickly changes from sweet and kind to annoyed and impulsive, so it's better to stay away from him for a good few minutes until he takes a deep breath and goes like «this is fine...everything is fine! :)» with his optic twitching and a small frown on his faceplate, which is easily noticed through his smile.

Yandere!Sentinel gets paranoid with the thought that your sire will start putting the wrong thoughts in your processor, talking trash about him behind his back, so eventually you will start to question your love for Sentinel as well. So, he decides to step in and turn the tables, planting the seeds of distrust about your parental figure. Does your father really care that much for you? Nothing is wrong with being a little protective over your own little spark, but you're no sparkling, you should build your own life!

He does it carefully, using tiny, innocent and careful remarks whenever you two are alone after another disastrous meeting with your sire.

«If your sire really wants what is best for you, why he takes your chances of happiness?»

Until he practically struck you with a head-on, «You always tell me that you love me. So you should choose. Me or him.»

Sentinel is selfish. A small part of him understands how ridiculous it is, to feel jealousy just because your mentor is present in your life. But when you start having more of those father-and-daughter times together, when your attention goes more to your sire rather than him, all rationality in his processor just disappears.

He spends half the day trying to call for you. He wants to know where the frag you are and WHY you don't pick up his calls immediately, since he needs you right here and now. As his partner, you're obligated to always be there for him, and being ignored by you...the audacity!

Sentinel walks in circles in his office, and the silence is bothering him to the insanity. One moment, he will start crying his spark out to her about it.

“After everything I have done to her..! Can you imagine that?” he looks at Airachnid for validation, his voice full of frustration. “I swear, if she calls back, I'm going to tell her everything I think of her, that—”

But the moment he sees your name popping up on the screen, he is conflicted. On the one hand, he wants to pick up immediately, on the other hand, he doesn't want to seem desperate. So he waits a few seconds until he finally decides.

Airachnid gives him almost a disappointed look as she sees her boss using that sweet voice when he talks to you. Suddenly, Sentinel is not that angry anymore, and if anything, he's relieved to finally see and hear your precious voice. He almost forgets about what he said a moment ago until you hit him with «oh, sorry Sentinel, I was with my sire all day. I can't visit you today. See you tomorrow!».

He almost snaps the device in his servo by the end of the call.

Eventually, Sentinel gets exhausted from all of it. He really tried, despite the constant disrespect from your sire. He has no remorse when he finally asks Airachnid to deal with the obstacle in his way of getting you, covering the story as an incident. The death of your sire would shatter you, but don't worry, you will heal soon enough with him by your side.

I have yuri-beamed grimmulqui thoughts,,,

Hiii new to Tumblr so still tryna figure out how this app works but here’s a recent drawing I did of Tamaki <3

they're on the way to buy cup noodles

another comfort characters meme

Grrr predaking,,,,

Forgot I drew femjow :O

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Grimmjow JaegerJaquez x Fem! Small! Reader

Synopsis: you were his; his pretty canvas to paint however he liked, and that was how he liked it. Only the best for the King.

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A/n: im dead. Died. Gone to heaven. My brain is just a limp little noodle rip i combined four prompts into one to catch up teehee my b

Kinktober: Cum Play, Lingerie, Blood Play, Marking

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Warning: Cumplay, Lingerie, Marking, Biting, Blood Play, Mentions of Blood, Graphic Depictions of Blood, Mating Press, Slight Size Kink (reader is smol👉👈), Use of Wh*re, Praise 👏

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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You were so small compared to him.

Grimmjow was naturally a large man in stature and size; towering over you with ease as his menacing blue eyes took the pretty sight of you in. You were wearing a pretty baby doll--the same color as those dangerous eyes--the once-pretty lace and sheer fabric that had hugged your small body and curves now in bloodied little tatters on the bed sheets below the two of you.

There were teeth marks, cum, bruises, and pretty bloody lines lining your body, tears in those eyes he still wasn't sure if he loved or hated, and Grimmjow smirked as he sunk his cock as deep as he could into you, feeling those wet and gummy walls convulsing and constricting around him as he gripped the back of your knees with those unrelenting hands.

"Look at you, such a pretty fucking whore for me--taking my cock so fucking well."

You whimpered, clutching onto his biceps as he leaned over you, his lips curled to reveal his bloody teeth, and you sniffled as you spoke; voice almost croaking and wheezing as Grimmjow practically folded you in half to fuck himself deep inside of your wet and sopping hole.

"G-Grimm...!"

Grimmjow chuckled, raising his brow as he leaned his torso down, brushing his nose against your cheek and sticking his tongue out to lick up your tears.

"Aw, don't tell me you're gonna tap out...I'm not even finished with you yet."

Your eyes rolled slightly as Grimmjow rolled his hips, his tip kissing your cervix and making you jolt from the pain, and Grimmjow laughed at you before purring into your ear.

"You're gonna keep being good for me....or you can be a brat and whine and fucking complain, I don't really give a shit. I'm getting my fill one way or another, and you're not gonna fucking move until I say otherwise...not unless you want a Cero splitting those fucking legs of yours, and that'd just be a goddamn shame."

There was a slight bit of fear that echoed deep within your teary eyes, tinged your scent, and it made Grimmjow smile. His teeth dug themselves into your shoulder, biting down hard as he moaned and fucked himself deep inside of you, and you whined into his ear.

"Ah, s'too deep! You're too deep! Grimmjow!"

You were sobbing, but you weren't pushing him away. Desperately, you were trying to wrap your arms around him, but Grimmjow was just too big for your little arms to reach all around. You were nuzzling him, your wet nose and cheek brushing against the skin of his jaw and fuck, Grimmjow couldn't help but to sink his teeth deeper into your neck.

Grimmjow couldn't differentiate if he loved you or if he wanted to kill you. Your sounds and your warmth were too nice to just throw away, but you were such a weak and small little thing-the runt of the pack, if you will.

Maybe that's why he liked you.

You couldn't fight back against him even if you wanted to. You knew your place.

"Obedient little whore."

You whined and clutched at him as he pounded into you, fucking your hole harder and making you cry harder. You swore he was literally splitting you in half, ripping you open to bury his whole self in you, but for Grimmjow, you were compliant.

You would do anything for your King.

"M-My King...!"

His ears perked, pupils blowing wide, and Grimmjow sat up a bit, staring down at you with a crazed expression on his face.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you through all your fucking cryin'"

You called out when he slammed his cock all the way in, your back arching and his grip getting so tight that you were sure he was going to break your legs.

"My King!"

Grimmjow purred, low and deep from within his belly, and he smirked. Was it glee, pride, or bloodlust within those eyes-

Those goddamn eyes...

"That's right. Worship me. Give yourself completely to me."

Your walls tightened around him, and Grimmjow furrowed his brow, hissing slightly.

"Fuckin' hell, you like the thought of that, don't you? Dirty fucking whore. What a damn pushover."

In truth, Grimmjow hated pushovers. He hated complacency-people who listened with no reason no rhyme because where was the fight??-and monotony....but you were different. Something made you different.

He was addicted.

"What is it that makes you so damn special, huh? Why can't I just wrap my fucking hands around that tiny little neck and break it? You piss me the fuck off so badly!" But I just cant do it.

Grimmjow leaned down, his movement slowing down, a hand coming down to brush against your swollen and abused clit to help you over the edge as his lips kissed those pretty tears, and he jolted when you finally came all over him.

Wet. Soaking. He could feel it rushing all over him and Grimmjow groaned before pulling out of your pulsing cunt to jerk his cock and cum all over your stomach. You were panting, sweating, so beaten and broken, and Grimmjow licked his lips before beginning to spread his cum all around your body.

Along your thighs, teasing your folds, swiping some along your bloodied tits, you were so pretty for him. Grimmjow panted slightly before he leaned down to brush his lips against yours.

"You gonna keep being a big baby and crying about my dick?"

You wondered if you should even respond, but like an automated response, your hand crawled up his arm towards his hand as he swiped some of his cum over your lips. You suckled obediently, cleaning his fingers before you hummed, in a haze as you splayed your fingers against his.

"I'm not crying about your dick in a bad way."

Grimmjow snorted, watching your hand as you compared the size to his own-and holy fuck, your hands were tiny-and Grimmjow rolled his eyes as he lied next to you, his head propped up with his other hand.

"It's still annoying."

You pouted up at him, and Grimmjow bared his teeth at you before flicking your nose.

"Don't make that damn face at me."

"Don't be such a liar then."

He glared at you before rolling his eyes as you giggled before wincing as you sat up, rubbing your bloody neck.

"Whatever. Tch. Have fun cleaning all that up."

"You could always come join me."

Grimmjow looked at you with a raised brow before smirking.

"Now we're talking. Go on, then. Get yourself ready for me. If you're not ready by the time I get there, you're really gonna fucking regret it."

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cat nap

grimmjow jaegerjaquez/reader

- …the remnants of sleep are obvious in his voice. truly, you couldn’t help but think of a cat with the way the former espada lounged in bed, basking in the sunlight that peaked through the curtains. 

notes/warnings: look at me go another fluff piece, it’d be a shame if the next one wasn’t- uhhh maybe like one reference to manga events but that’s it so no real spoilers, also i blame @ryoskuna​ bc of all the bleach brainrot we have collectively been going through jdksjgks, also !!! slightly suggestive ! but not graphic so if that does not suit your fancy pls keep scrolling mwah mwah, gn!reader

You barely open your eyes, knowing that the sun has long since risen, if any of the sounds coming out from the shop was something to go by. This late in the day and you would have been up already and going about your day.

Would have anyway, were it not for the giant Espada currently clinging to your body, chin on your shoulder, legs tangled up with yours. It was rare for the man to be so physically affectionate, given Kisuke’s penchant for teasing anyone that lived there, Grimmjow would’ve raher been caught dead than give the shop owner anything to tease him with. You still cherish it all the same, after all, it was rare to see the constantly moving arrancar allow himself to slow down for once and relax.

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