Bleach Male Oc Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I'm still trying to cut off my screams so as to tell them that I’m about to cum when I realize that I'm already cumming and I have Dion already covered in my juices. “Fuck yeah!” I hear him scream as he licks me clean. “So fucking beautiful,” Declan adds, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against his frame. As my body relaxes against him, I watch Dion lick his lips, then wipe the corners of his mouth clean with his hand. "I can't believe you belong to us. If this is a dream, I don't want to ever wake up." Declan whispers in my ear. ** "So sweet. So beautiful. My precious little mate." A voice comes from behind me.

“You’ve been staring at me for the last five minutes, June.” “I have not.” “You absolutely have.” He smirks. A quiet chuckle leaves him before he drags a hand through his damp hair, somehow making the situation even worse. “You’re blushing.” “I’m sweating.” “That’s not what this looks like.” His eyes darken slightly with amusement while he watches me struggle, and the worst part is that he looks entirely too pleased with himself. “I can hear your heartbeat,” Caleb says softly, stepping even closer now. “It gets faster every time you look at me.”

He lifted a hand and wiped the tears from my cheek with his thumb, and though the move seemed almost gentle, it was underlined by the sight of his bitten nails and the cheap vodka stench on his breath. "Don’t cry, Atlas," he said, voice dripping with mockery. "You’re so fucking pretty when you cry. Makes me even harder." His thumb slid lower, smearing my tears across my bottom lip. "Relax, baby. I’m actually really good at this. Both guys and girls usually beg me to keep going once I get started." Disgusting. From somewhere behind him, maybe near the door or leaning against the dresser, Alex let out a low, ugly chuckle.

I said tenderly, smiling as he granted me a sweet kiss. "Ehem!" We both looked toward the person clearing their throat and laughed at the sight of Razen’s face, which was twisted in a grimace. "You guys are an eyesore, you know that? You really went and blessed the secret room. I’m not going in there anymore, it probably smells like bleach." My brow furrowed. "Bleach?" I asked, confused, which made Razen laugh. What is this brat even talking about? "Idiot," Raze said. "Why were you looking for us anyway? You can see I’m having bebe time with my wife."

He asked but before any of the males could reply; the front door of the building that we had just come through opened again and was immediately followed by sound of several footsteps approaching us We turned towards them to see Beta Dean and another male who I didn't recognize stop before us. He was tall, a few inches taller than Beta Dean and had smooth olive skin with a stylish haircut that was trimmed around the edges and full in the center The unfamiliar male's brown eyes were wide with shock as he gazed at Greyson for a few seconds before he lowered it to the floor as he bared his entire neck to him to show submission

She quickly took out a concealer from her purse and with a smile on her face told me "Go and wash up. " I sheepishly took it from her and went to washroom for a shower. I changed intoa grey lower and blue half sleeves tshirt . Then I applied the ointment on to my wounds and applied concealer on to my neck hide those gruesome hickeys. That Elijah had left three big hickeys on my neck and now they look even more terrifying. After making sure that everything done for I got out from the washroom and then my Nephew came running towards me by calling my name. I picked him up and twilred him around and hugged him into my arms. He also hugged me and then looked at my face and with his cute and inn

My nose caught the different scent of earthy cologne, far different from my boyfriend’s clean fruity cologne. I opened my eyes despite the blinding pain that came with the bright light and lifted my head. A man lay there sprawled, his chest rising and falling, vine-like tattoos spreading as far as the eye could go. His hair was a dark mess, draping over his overly handsome face. Recognition hit me like a punch to the gut.

He squeezes until black spots shimmer around the edges of my vision. “You’re mine. You stupid slut.” My mouth fills with the taste of copper. A smooth, silent cloud of violet and stardust settles throughout the room before two men appear. One is dressed in jeans and an undone button-down shirt–casual. Soren’s always been casual, down to the faded, worn down blue ball cap he’s wearing backward as he races toward us and lands a vicious blow to the side of Dean’s head. Dean lets go. I gasp for breath. Mom’s thundering footsteps merge with Blake’s as they race toward me from different directions.

He’s standing there naked, biting his lip like this is some fantasy come to life, jerking himself off while he talks about me putting my mouth on him. Please no, please don’t say that, don’t think that, don’t put that picture in my head, don’t you dare, Darren, don’t you dare twist me into this nightmare. “And I know you might be wondering,” he went on, his smirk widening, his eyes locking on mine like he could hear the chaos spilling through my brain, “why it’s not still bleeding after you ripped it off.” My heart stopped. I froze so hard. Yeah that’s true. I had clawed it off, I had torn it from him, I had ripped him open and yet here he was, standing over me, stroking himself, hard as sto

She glanced at Alex who was now busy going through his phone. “You changed me?” She asked and he looked at her. “Yeah.” He replied and she gave him a questioning look. Alex rolled his eyes knowing what was going on in her mind. “I didn't fuck you. If I wanted to, I would have done it and besides, I don't do Necrophilia.” “I’m not a corpse.” Blakeley mumbled, finding his reply offensive. “Come.” He ordered stretching his hand to her, Blakeley slowly took it and he pulled her up from the bed, she walked to him and he wrapped his arms around her waist and stared at her face.