#Bleach scenario

[shadowsnlace]

Heyo! This is the same person that asked if headcanon request are open :). I wanted to ask if you can make a NSFW headcanon where grimmjow figures out what a vibrator is and decides to use it on his S/O

I saw this and started snickering because I could see him so clearly in my head. So, I had to do a scenario instead of headcanons because I had to do it justice. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it!

Note: Remember that look in the picture above, it is a great visual aid for what follows....

Smut so it goes below the cut. ;)

"Come On, It'll Be Fun" Grimmjow x Fem!Reader

by ShadowsNLace

You really needed a shower after the day you'd had. Work had really soured your mood and all you wanted was to stand under a hot spray of water to burn away the growling grumps you'd accumulated. Unfortunately, your boyfriend didn't take too kindly to being told that he was not invited to join you, especially since he was naked and ready for some fun in the shower. In fact, Grimmjow seemed to take your grumps and upped the ante to snarling, pouty huffs as he reluctantly left to let you shower alone.

Mistake No. 1 - Leaving Grimmjow alone in your bedroom pissed off and contemplating some form of revenge to exact on you once you came out of that shower.

Mistake No. 2 - Not hiding your "intimate" toys better.

Ever curious and quickly bored, Grimmjow began going through your room. He'd never really paid too much attention anything beyond the evil bottles on the vanity that you referred to as "perfume." He'd tried on several occasions to sneak one into the trash bin but you'd always find them and return them. He never would understand why you wanted to cover up your natural scent when it was so damn intoxicating to him.

The vanity didn't hold much mystery for him. He'd laid in bed many times and watched you prepare for your day by applying makeup.

He checked the nightstand: A book, a half-empty cup of tea, a pair of earrings, and the alarm clock that he'd had to buy for you after throwing yours against the wall the first night he'd slept over.

His eyes fell on the drawer of the nightstand. Oh-ho, what's this? I didn't know there was a hidden compartment here...

As the drawer opened his eyes, so quick to spot prey, quickly fell on a rather large object that looked like a penis and it was just laying there in the drawer daring him to touch it. Why does she have a cock in her drawer? His eyes narrowed as he turned to cast a look toward the bathroom door, a grin creasing his face. "Hey, babe, you gonna be in there all night or what?" He now had a weapon and couldn't wait to use it.

"I'll be out in a few minutes! Why don't you stretch out on the bed and relax?"

He reached for the object...something didn't feel right and he dropped it almost immediately causing a loud clatter when it hit the drawer. He scrambled to grab it and shut the drawer, hoping you hadn't heard the commotion.

"Grimm? Are you all right? What was that noise?"

Shit! "Uh, nothing, just knocked the tea cup off the nightstand."

You sighed, damn his temper, "I thought we talked about the cat compulsions --"

He interrupted, "It was an accident!"

You turned off the water and grabbed a towel. "Yeah, 'accident'" you walked into the bedroom to continue the scolding but froze when you saw him standing only a few feet away with your dildo in his hand. Shit!

"Why do you have a fake cock in your drawer? And why the hell is it purple?"

Heat crept up your neck so fast you felt like your hair was going to catch flame. "Why were you going through my stuff?" You made a grab for it but he held it up out of your reach.

"I asked first. No answering a question with a question, your rule, remember?" The look of near-triumph in his eyes would have made you giggle if he hadn't been holding your purple Pussy Pleaser up like an offering to the gods.

This situation wasn't going to magically go away. Best to just explain it to him and hope he gave it back. "It's called a dildo. Some people use them for sexual gratification."

He brought it to eye level to give it a closer look. "This thing? Babe, you've got me, I'm bigger than this," he gave you a sweet grin, "and I'm real, not weird like whatever this thing is made of." He sniffed it and you nearly spit out a laugh at the look of disgust. "Ugh! It smells horrible! I've smelled death pits in Heuco Mundo that smell better."

"I only use that when you're not around." You gave him a look of affection, "No sex toy could ever make me feel as good as you do. It's just something to ease the ache until I can have you." You smiled, "And, well, there is one function it has that you don't."

"Oh, really?"

"Push that button."

He did and it roared to life. Startled, he nearly dropped it again. "What the fuck?!" The astonishment was rapidly replaced with a wicked grin, "I need to see this in action."

You shook your head, "No way. You're not using that on me."

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun."

You started to back away, "I -- I ---"

He caught your wrist, whirled you onto the bed and crawled on top of you. "I promise, I'll be gentle."

"Honey, 'gentle' isn't in your nature. I don't want to have to explain to an ER doctor why I have half of a broken sex toy stuck in my cooch."

He cast a dubious look at the toy, "Do these things really break so easily?"

"I don't know but if anyone can it will be you."

"How about if you show me how you use it?" He just wanted you naked and doing something he'd never seen before. This could very well be a kinky experience and he wasn't going to miss out. He pulled the towel out of your hand exposing your body before sliding his bare chest against yours. His lips hovered over yours, voice husky, sultry, "The King will bend to your will. Show me." He moved to lay across the foot of your bed for the best place to view you.

Damn his hide, he knew just how to make your belly flutter and your core ache. Worst of all you knew the sensations would be pleasing and that having him watch you had been one of your fantasies. "OK." you couldn't believe the words were leaving your mouth. "you can watch."

Grimmjow's eyes were riveted to your hands as you took the toy and spread your legs. As always the sight of your welcoming, tender flesh sent his desire soaring. He licked his lips, wishing for a fleeting moment that his tongue was about to be caressing those lips instead of that purple thing.

He watched closely as you got a bottle of clear gel out of the drawer. "What is that?"

You popped the cap, "It's lubricant. I can't just stick it in. The material needs to be slick." A few drops on the tip then a finger to work the lube down the length and you were ready to start.

You watched Grimmjow's eyes grow wide in proportion to his grin as you rubbed the purple cock over your clit to get your desire climbing. Your face and chest felt flushed. You couldn't believe you were letting him watch you do this. His look of complete fascination made you feel bolder. Then, you slid the dildo inside of you and Grimmjow went stone still, the look of a predator about to pounce on prey was written all over his face. He watched every stroke you made, heard every huff of breath that increased little by little as the pleasure began to take over.

He inched toward you, eyes flicking from your eyes to your hands and the toy, waiting for you to tell him to stop or allow him to get closer. He laid his head against your inner thigh, one hand lowering to stroke his cock. "Fuck, babe, this is so hot." He nipped lightly at your skin, enjoying your flinch and soft moan that followed.

You kept a slow pace, then you pushed the button for vibrate. A deep groan, a slight arch in your lower back as the pleasure radiated throughout your pelvis. Grimmjow growled in response. You saw his face and knew how much control he was exerting to keep himself still. "Give me your hand," your voice was breathy. He stopped stroking himself and let you guide his hand to the toy. "Just remember, not too hard." You let your hand fall away, allowing him to take over.

He took over stroking the vibrating toy in and out of you. After a few strokes to gauge the feel and function, he shifted to prop over you and use his other hand to push your folds open over your clit. A deep growl was all you heard before he lowered this head and gently sucked your clit.

Your whole body bucked, "Oh my god!" The feeling of full penetration and Grimm's lips on your clit was new.

"Mmmmmm," he purred into your flesh.

You moaned so loud you drowned out the sound of the vibrator. You were wrong, Grimmjow definitely came with a vibration function!

Grimmjow chuckled, swirled his tongue around your clit before looking up at you with a grin. "I had a feeling you'd like that."

"More. More now, my king!" You wanted that sensation again.

He smiled, his voice sinful and silky, "As my queen commands." His mouth returned to the task.

Lick. Lick. Stroke. Suck. Purr. Lick. Lick. Lick. Purr. Stroke. Stroke. Suck.....Grimmjow kept varying the rhythm keeping you suspended in a never-ending maelstrom of ecstasy that seemed like it would go on forever. He went on and on until your thighs began trembling. You were about to cum and he knew it. He increased the pressure of this tongue and lips, leaning against you enough to keep your legs spread wide enough for him to keep going until you were spent.

"Grimm-j-jow...please..." Your hitching pants garbled the words.

He lifted his head, "Did you say something?"

Your eyes pinned his, "Get rid of the toy, I need you now."

No hesitation. All you saw was a purple blur flung over his shoulder. He said nothing as he moved over you, pulling your legs up. Firm, hot flesh replaced the vibrator. Sinking deep, he growled as his lips captured yours. Tongue delving deep into all the soft recesses of your mouth, he set a pace that had you halfway to another orgasm.

Nothing was more sexy than watching Grimmjow as his gorgeous body sent you to the heights of pleasure. But, what always sent you over the edge was his passion. He was wild for you and it was in every move, every kiss, every growl, pant, and moan.

He held you tight, moving so fast. His mouth was on your neck, teeth scraping at your skin. Your mouth was near his ear: words, moans, unnameable sounds spilling out. You were way past any control over your body. Grimmjow was practically a force of nature and the orgasms wouldn't stop until he stopped.

You were beginning to feel tingling throughout your body like all your nerves had tuned into the same frequency when Grimm went stiff for a few seconds buried deep inside you. You heard him grit "Fuck" against your neck then a few more jerky thrusts wrung growling grunts from him.

He turned his head to kiss your face. His cock was still deep inside you, throbbing and sending pulses of pleasure. You could tell from the sound of his pants that he was smiling. You opened your eyes to confirm it. He kissed your lips, "See, I told you it would be fun."

You chuckled, "Yes, you were right."

He slipped out of you, shifting to stretch out next to you. "You never answered my question."

Your brows furrowed, "Which one?"

"Why is that thing," (you knew he'd never refer to the dildo any other way, ever) "purple?"

"Because I like purple."

He looked thoughtful, ran a hand through his lush blue locks of hair, "Do they make them in blue?"

You started laughing, reaching over to stroke his uniquely beautiful hair, "Nothing compares to the blue one I already have...you."

[wing-ed-thing]

Sosuke Aizen Relationship Headcanons Part II

A bit more in depth than my og Sosuke Aizen Headcanons @stygianoir​

Warnings: Gaslighting, Emotional/Psychological Abuse

💕 I dunno man, is someone who is so focused on their greater aspirations and who routinely uses the affection of others for his own benefit capable of something as selfless as... love?

💕Fondness is the closest you’re going to get and you’re getting it in either two ways: you’re viewed as so far below him and harmless or you cannot be disposed of yet and the fondness is begrudging

💕As someone who separates himself from the more menial things, Aizen finds your emotions funny. Little things meant to please him that actually serve him enough to not find you annoying. Your usefulness is a large factor in keeping you around as a pet

💕Or if you happen to be an interesting spiritual specimen. Either way, stand out just enough (but not too much) and blindly serve in an amusing fashion

💕Aizen likes asking you questions that you don’t know the answer to or perhaps only know half the answer to. He needles, pressing you for more information until you break down completely. Or maybe he just asks “are you sure?”

💕Will ask you complex questions in front of people because watching you get the answer wrong or squirm under prying eyes is also a part of his fun

💕And of course, if you somehow get upset at his psychological digging, he’ll tell you that you’re reading into things if he’s not telling you he didn’t say what you thought he said in the first place

💕Aizen is fond of the control and the sense of superiority. He may feel a sense of disappointment at the prospect of getting rid of you, but he will hardly hesitate to follow through if need be. That is the closest you will get

💕So you better keep amusing him or else

💕A less likely scenario is that the cards have aligned just right that both of you are backed into a corner and need to create an agreement of sorts. Explosive.

💕Aizen does not like sharing, let alone being forced to. Perhaps he’ll be interested in the game of it all, but if it goes on for far too long or obstructs an objective, he’ll quickly turn sour

💕He needs to win. He needs to come out of top. It’s not enough that he’s met a worthy opponent, he is not satisfied unless the challenge is great enough to challenge him, but not a power that he can’t eventually overcome in a timely manner

💕Perhaps he will admire your efforts and the attributes that make you a formidable obstacle, but any feelings of admiration will come from a strictly logical stance

💕Even if Aizen begins to develop a sense deeper than fondness, he’s not someone within a mindset to allow that to foster. Rather, he will likely channel that energy to more insidious and kiniving things

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed and otherwise supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

[bubble4u]

Eres Tú

Warnings :mentions of death, contains spoilers

It's time to say goodbye

First time writing for bleach been watching this show and reading it since oof it first came out but I'm branching out writing for a different show

@festive @danni-k @bontensucker idk anyone else who watches bleach

Song

The voices of everyone started to sound muffled, you say there on your knees, feet starting to feel numb, how long has it been? And hour? 2 hours? You’ve stopped counting days after it all. The others would come and help you plan everything, the flowers, the food, was it pity? Did they see the shell of a person you became. You knew eventually his death would come but… you figured there was still time. You stared blankly as the few more people gave their condolences, some telling their precious memories of ukitake and how he impacted their lives or his shenanigans. You wanted to smile wishing you two had met sooner, but fate was funny like that, you didn’t give a reply or even a facial expression when they’d finish their reminiscing but they didn’t hold it against you. You’ve cried your tears, wailed until your voice went horse, laid awake many nights , the first meal you ate was today if you remember correctly. You were waiting though, waiting for him, you wanted to see that flowery robe, hear his low baritone voice even the smell of sake reminded you that one guest still hasn’t made his entrance. You knew besides you that he was also feeling the empty feeling, that ache that feels like your heart is being crushed, the weight on your chest that also stops your breathing. He was there for it…. To the last minute he was there… baring witness of the last time he’ll see his best friend.

“We should proceed with the service ma’am” the funeral director guided you to the side as everyone sat waiting for everything to start. Everyone who wanted speak spoke and said their goodbyes one last time, you sat looking at the ground looking at the design and creating various images from just lines and dots. As things started to close and everyone made their way to another part of the funeral home for food you stayed still seated and staring at the ground.

You felt a presence seat next you, not looking you smelled the faint smell of sake and cherry blossoms, in your peripheral you see pink fambric with small flowers…. You’re eyes started to water again you tried keep them from falling but it was useless.

Without a word you laid your head on the shoulder next to you

[sluttsumu]

☆ — breeding you

“ohmyfuckingod” you whine.

it’s been hours of him relentlessly pounding you, flipping you from position to position. but you love it, and he does too. watching you love drunk on his cock with hearts in your pupils, it’s adorable.

it’s a cute sight really, your ankles next to his ears while your knees hover over the sheets.

“gonna fill you up,” thrust. “wanna be a mommy?” thrust. “have my babies?” thrust. it was painfully delicious, the way he kissed your cervix so desperate to come inside of you, listening to the way you chant his name over and over.

“want it—! please.” he loves to hear you beg for it, seeing your eyes fixated on his length pumping in and out of you. it’s not long before his moans stutter and thrusts dwindle and he’s spilling a thick load into your pretty pussy, breeding you to your fullest.

“always such a good girl for me.”

☆ — atsumu, bokuto, ichigo, renji, shidou, nagi, geto, choso

sluttsumu 2023

[feitanii-ll]

巛—𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗶𝗴, 𝗳𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵—⫸

[[ crush!ichigo x reader headcannons ]]

✩ crush! ichigo who can't seem to stop thinking about you, wondering why you're always on his mind.

✩ crush! ichigo who doesn't know that you're harboring a huge crush on him, and unbeknownst to you, feels completely the same.

✩ crush! ichigo who gets distracted by the thoughts of you during hollow attacks— which ends him getting scolded, and a bright red blush on his face when asked "what happened out there!?"

✩ crush! ichigo who spots you one day at the grocery store, feeling his tummy erupt in butterflies when you see him and begin approaching.

✩ crush! ichigo who looks so damn good standing in front of you. he's always so well dressed, and he smells like a dream. he's so soft when he speaks to you, dropping that usual grumpy demeanor in your presence.

✩ crush! ichigo who gets so anxious and is determined to make a good impression when he suggests the two of you hang out at the mall.

☆ crush! ichigo who carries your bags from the things HE bought you. from books, to clothes, to jewelry— he simply shakes his when you say, "ichigo, I can do it myself." only for him to reply with, "noo, girly. I've got it. dont worry about, 'kay?" and he says it so nice, so tender that all you can do is swoon and pout, turning away to hide the clear embarrassment on your face.

☆ crush! ichigo who bring you to his favorite store in the mall, Zumies, and basically yaps about what he likes and doesn't like about their clothing options.

☆ crush! ichigo who is so passionate about fashion and clothing, it's a little heartwarming for him to open up about his interest, and you can't help but smile up at him as if he's the light of your life. and in a way, he is.

☆ crush! ichigo that's just so protective over you. you don't know it, but he feels the need to take care of you in a way. he WANTS to, just to make you happy.

☆ crush! ichigo who almost gets into a fight with a man in the store after you accidentally bumped into him. when you had tried to apologize, he had grumbled a mean name towards you that had ichigo livid! there's almost a scuffle, but you managed to convince him to just leave the asshole alone crush!ichigo who yaps about how he "should've kicked the guy's ass!", unable to get the memory out of his head, "I would've won, too. who the hell does he think he is?"

☆ crush! ichigo who, after getting so distracted by this thoughts, snaps out of it when he feels a light pressure on his arm. it's you, leaning your head against him as you sigh. "I know you would have... please don't feel like you NEED too, though." you murmur.

☆ crush! ichigo who feels his heart flutter at your actions and chuckles. "yeah? anything for you.." he says it casually, though it means so much more.

✩ crush! ichigo who you just love so so much <33

☆ crush! ichigo who's definitely already yours, even though you two aren't official.

☆ crush! ichigo that rambles to renji low-key about how much he likes you.

☆ crush! ichigo that sits up at night thinking about you. your time spent all the mall together. your laugh, your smile, your purse that he thinks is a little but ugly and tacky, but likes it only because you find it cute.

☆ crush! ichigo who, shamfully, traps his pillows between his strong arms and cuddles it vertically as if it's really you. though he learns to be cautious about that as Rukia tends to break into his room at ungodly hours of the day; which ends up rather embarrassing for him.

just..crush! ichigo

[sunshineszn]

The ex that keeps calling your new boyfriend a bum and is lowkey waiting for him to mess up. So when he spots your new man that you seem to love oh so much cosied up with some random woman at a bar he frequents, he can't help but sneak a picture or two and "accidentally" sends the attachments to you followed by a message about how that never was and could never be him...but hey he's just sayin'

Aomine, Eren, Connie, Grimmjow, Gojo (let's just pretend he drinks okay), Geto, Ace, Toji, Worick, Sanemi, Obanai, Benimaru, Baji (most tokyo rev characters tbh lol) Tsukishima, Kuroo etc.

Doflamingo too if he's feeling petty.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Ichigo and Grimmjow learning that their s/o managed to survive a dangerous situation without a single scratch?

Ichigo watched the great stone wall collapse under its own weight, once the beam from the Sternritter had pierced it’s hull. It would have been pretty cool, if it didn’t mean that their defenses were down and last he knew [Y/N] was standing right there!

“[Y/N]!” He called out, even though he was all the way on the other side of the battlefield.

Ichigo cut through his opponent and sprinted over to the scene where the dust was settling. Frantically scanning the rumble for some sign of his partner, but woefully optimistic in hoping he wouldn’t find anything. “Phew! That was close!”

The Shinigami turned and saw [Y/N] a few yards away from him. Unscathed, perfectly fine, and examining the rumble like him with a much less panicked look. “[Y/N]! You’re alright! How did you avoid the attack??”

“Oh. Well for one I was more over there,” they pointed towards the spot that they had moved to in the fighting, “plus once I saw the wall start to come down I shunpo-ed it out of there.”

“Shunpo….”

“Yeah, Yoruichi has been training me. She said I’ve been getting pretty good. I thought I mentioned that?”

Ichigo wasn’t sure if they had or hadn’t right now. All he knew was that he was relieved they were ok.

He came up to them and gave them a hug. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.” He told them. Before he let go and they went back to the fighting.

Grimmjow howled with laughter and glee as he cut through another one of these goons. Their bodies splitting open like they were made of paper. Or one of those pinata things from the human world with how they sprayed open when broke. What a time to be alive.

At first, he thought it had to be some kind of joke. Him? Fight for the shitty Shinigami? No way!

But apparently they had lost their idiotic minds, and rolled out the red carpet for him when he came to the Seireitei door. One he was all too happy to paint even redder with blood.

He’d do this little chore for them, then finally kill Kurosaki, and go back home to Hueco Mundo with [Y/N] as champions. This was the best day of his life.

In his hacking and slashing, Grimmjow looked up when he saw one of the buildings fall. Not uncommon in a fight. He thought it was stupid to have buildings that tall anyway. He grinned as he watched on of the Shinigami monuments fall, but then panned down and saw [Y/N] standing near where the rubble would fall. “Shit! [Y/N]!”

There was nothing to be done though. He was too far away. The building was falling to fast. Then by the time be got over there all that was left was rumble and dust. Grimmjow felt his heart stop, then come back to life beating furiously as he was now going to destroy now only these Quincy but everything here for taking his [Y/N] away.

The Arrancar turned to begin his killing spree, when suddenly a large piece of the rumble was dislodged and flew through the air. It barely missed him as he watched [Y/N] climb out of the hole they created. Dusting off their outfit while muttering, “this was brand new…”

Grimmjow watched in amazement but then grinned wildly as he saw that they were ok. Of course they were ok. How stupid of him to thinking a grubby old building would take out his [Y/N].

He scooped them up with one arm to pull them close, still with that grin. “I thought I lost you there for a second.”

“Who? Me?” They asked in amusement.

Grimmjow gave them a kiss before he let go and they both went back to the fighting. His spree might be on hold, but his ‘chore’ still wasn’t done. And Kurosaki was still out there somewhere.

[short-yandere-stories]

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CW: Yandere behavior, forced imprisonment, brief mentions of NSFW / Non/Con, threats of violence

This is a yandere work. Proceed with caution and please be mindful of your own triggers.

Happy birthday Aizen! I couldn't help but write a short little thing I love him. The Rock Musical is living rent free in my head and has done so since I watched it. The "Smile, Orihime" scene was in it too and I almost fainted seeing that in front of me on stage.

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The warmth of the palms of his hands burned through the white silk of the gown you were wearing, placed possessively on your waist.

Aizen was lounging in his throne, you perched uncomfortably on his lap in just the way he liked to have you. There was just something about having your soft, warm body close that stroked his ego just right. It was as much of a display of his power and authority for both the Espada and you alike -- a show of ownership.

Any time Aizen summoned the Espada to a meeting, you would be dragged into his lap, spending the meeting trying not to squirm around as large hands held your waist or fingers traced patterns into your thigh. It was humiliating, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. 

Making a scene wasn’t an option anymore. You’d tried to protest the first few times the ruler of Las Noches had forced you to sit in his lap during meetings. He’d been amused, but not at all bothered. A few words whispered into your ear in his smooth, baritone voice had your body freezing as your heartbeat picked up in fear before you reluctantly fell quiet and stopped squirming.

You knew all too well that Aizen made good on his promises and threats. You didn’t want your remaining family to suffer at the hands of Hollows or any of the Espada, nor did you want to spend more nights than you absolutely had to folded into a mating press as fucked you until he was satisfied.

There was no escape from Las Noches, after all. You couldn’t open a portal, and even if you somehow managed to get one of the Espada to open one for you, there was nowhere in the world that you would be able to escape Aizen. All you could do was obey and try to minimise the damage done to yourself or the people you cared about. You were no fighter. You had no powers. There was nothing you could do but let him do as he pleased.

You could feel Aizen’s smile press against the sensitive skin of your neck, no doubt knowing exactly what was on your mind. There was no hiding anything from him. You’d long since stopped trying. 

“Feeling powerless, pet?” Aizen mused, ignoring Nnoitora making a jab at Harribel, trying to rile her up. 

You didn’t grace him with a response, rebelling in one of the only ways you could. He chuckled, chest rumbling in amusement pressed against your back.

“If anyone, you’re the person with the most power here.” You turned your neck, looking back at Aizen with confusion on your face. He merely smiled.

“You’re the only one who controls my heart.” 

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[leiandroid]

just another day in hitsugaya's miserable life

and it always ends the same way...

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Hello! I was wondering, if you'd like, could you write a hc for Toshiro, Shinji and Shunsui (and if you'd like to add any other characters), dealing with a fem!reader who just won't confess her love, even though it's very obvious? It can be fluff or smut, whatever you prefer. I would love to see what you come up with! Thank you very much in advance! 💗

Bleach Men and Shy Reader

Hello! Sorry it took me a while to get to this! I'm always struggling to keep characterization accurate which is why this took forever. I love this request btw. So I just didn't get a HC feel for this because I felt like half the fun was in the dialogue of getting reader to confess. So I wrote scenarios instead. Hope you don't mind! ^_^' All fluff, slightly suggestive at places but mostly harmless.

icons by @/pfpanimes and @/xoxomyseriesxoxo

Toshiro (aged up)

"Y/n, I think we're good. We got all the information we need."

Toshiro runs a hand through his hair, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as he takes in their surroundings one last time. Their surveying mission had gone well and he was hoping to get back to Soul Society before the sun sets.

"Y/n...?"

He looks around, then his face turns into a look of exasperation as he sees you petting Hyorinmaru like a puppy. Even Hyorinamru seemed to be enjoying the attention, eyes closed, making a loud rumbling noise which he supposed could be comparable to a cat purring.

You were some distance away so he starts to walk over to you as you press your forehead against the large ice dragon's face. It was perplexing why Hyorinmaru behaved the way he did around you, but of course, zanpakuto were mainifestations of their owners. Hitsugaya's face relaxed slighty and took on a softer expression as you continued to play with Hyorinmaru. He was also uncomfortably aware of the way his heart beat a little faster when you were around. Perhaps that's why his zanpakuto behaved similarly.

You were cooing at the large blue dragon. "You're such a good boy. The best ice dwagon...yes..."

You press a kiss to Hyorinmaru's face. Softly, you then say, "I wonder if Hitsugaya taicho feels it when I kiss you..."

Hitsugaya freezes, wondering if he should say something. He didn't feel it, but wouldn't it be wondrous if he could?

"Y/n," he calls out, making you jump. Your face turns red, and you quickly try to compose yourself.

"Hitsugaya taicho! I apologize, I didn't hear you. Are we done with our mission?"

"Yes...I believe we are." He hesitates before saying, "What were you telling Hyorinmaru before?"

You feel your heart racing and try to brush off his question. "It's nothing! I was just being silly. He's a very sweet dragon."

"Yes, I suppose he can be..."

A moment of awkward silence passes between you both before you say, "We'd better get back to Soul Society huh?" Trying to pass over your awkward exchange, you slip past Hitsugaya and start walking back. Hyorinmaru vanishes a minute later as Hitsugaya follows you.

After a few minutes, Hitsugaya quietly says, "I can't feel it."

Your heart skips a beat. Surely you must have heard wrong. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I can't feel it when you kiss Hyorinmaru."

A jolt of electricty runs through you. Had he heard that?! "Oh, well good. That would have been weird."

"Yeah I guess so...but...would it be a bad thing?"

"Would what be a bad thing?"

"If I could feel it."

You feel like your heart may leap out of your chest. A nervous laugh bubbles out of you. "Well you can't so...I guess we'll never know!"

"I mean you could just tell me."

Your words catch in your throat. When you talk again, they come out shaky. "Tell you what?"

"If it's good or bad."

A very palpable, tense, moment lingers between both of you. All that can be heard is the rustling of your robes and your footsteps as the both of you continue to walk.

"I guess...it wouldn't be...too bad, right?" You offer.

"No, I don't think it would be." Hitsugaya looks directly at you. "Those words weren't meant for Hyorinmaru to hear excusively were they?"

You look away. "Well I wasn't saying it out loud intentionally if that's what you mean."

"What's the worst that could've happened? If you had said those words to me?"

"You may have gotten the wrong impression of me..."

"Wrong impression? So you don't like me?"

Well you had kind stepped right into that question. "I...I..."

Why was it so hard to admit your feelings? Your eyes squeeze shut.

"Hey, y/n. It's ok." Hitsugaya pats your shoulder reassuringly. "How about this? I'll bring out Hyorinmaru. You can tell him whatever you want. If that makes it easier."

You look at him with gratitude in your eyes. You knew you weren't getting out of this one until Hitsugaya had a satisfactory answer.

With a small swish of reiatsu, Hyorinmaru appears in front of you. You look into the striking blue eyes of the dragon, so similar to its owner, and take its face between your hands.

"Hey Hyorinmaru," you say softly. "So, I just wanted to say. I think I like someone, and he knows it. But...I'm scared to admit my feelings because...deep down...I feel like he's worthy of someone more talented and special. So if you have an answer to this, please let me know."

Warm hands wrap around your waist and to your surprise, Hitsugaya pulls you against him, resting his cheek on the back of your head.

"Is this enough for an answer?"

You take a deep breath, cheeks pink as a peach.

"Yeah. More than enough."

Shinji

You and Shinji trudged back to his quarters after a particularly tiring mission. It wasn't uncommon for you recuperate in his quarters because his place was simply the closest to the gate when getting back into the Seiretei. And after a long gruelling mission, questions about appropriateness get tossed out the window.

Your muscles ache and you feel your reiatsu pulse as you force yourself to walk. The comforting feeling of the courtyards near Shinji's quarters fill your senses.

"Not too far along now y/n. You can shower first this time."

You look at Shinji side eyed, remembering how the last time he'd hidden the soap when you had made a dash to the bathroom to shower first.

Clearly he was remembering it too because he smirks at you and says, "How about next time, you bring your own soap, you freeloader?"

"I'm a rookie shinigami, taicho. I hardly make enough to afford luxuries like soap." You respond sarcastically.

"You just wanna use mine because you like the way I smell. Admit it. You get off on having my scent on your skin." Shinji says teasingly, giving you a shit-eating grin.

The color rises in your face and you look away. It was true but you couldn't admit that. Instead you say, "As if. Like I enjoy smelling like your cheap deodarant."

"And how would you know my deodarant smells cheap? Have you been going through my toiletries y/n? Like some kind of pervert?" Shinji nudges you playfully.

"Why I might have to start hiding my boxers, in case I find you in my room sniffing around at night."

"Eeewww," you say, wrinkling your nose. You start to walk faster so that you're ahead of him, not wanting him to see how fantastically red your face is getting.

Chuckling, Shinji sprints after you, grabbing the back of your shihakusho, and bringing you to his side, arm draping possessively around your shoulders so that you can't move.

"Taicho," you say through gritted teeth. "What would happen if someone sees us this way? It's very unbecoming of a captain."

"Strange, I don't seem to recall you saying that whenever you crash at my place after a mission." Shinji stops walking and turns so that he's facing you, blocking your way, a hand on each of your shoulders.

You can't look at him now, and drop your gaze. "That's...different. I sleep in your spare bedroom. We both know that and would say the same. But this kind of behavior...out here in the open...someone might mistake us..."

"Mistake us how exactly?" Shinji presses, not relenting at the fact that you're barely able to keep your head up now. "Mistake us as...lovers?"

He drawls the last word and you squeeze your eyes shut. Your heart races and you can't seem to think of a comeback. He was so close to you and his hands were holding on tight.

"N-no," you stammer, trying to keep calm.

"No? What else could they mistake us for that's gotten you so red?" Shinji takes a step closer to you and grasps your chin, lifting you face up to look at his. Helpless, you look into his brown eyes which are looking at yours with amusement.

When you fail to reply, he continues. "There's plenty of reasons they could mistake us for lovers, y/n. I mean, we cuddle on the couch."

"That's because-"

"We've eaten together so many times I've lost count." He barrels over your objection. "Your toothbrush is in a cup on my bathroom counter. Do I need to keep giving you more examples about how unconventional our relationship is? It definitely isn't a captain-subordinate one anymore."

Caught, you try to jerk your face out of his grip which only tightens. "Well, doll? Because if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're living with me, but you seem to be trying to convince yourself otherwise."

"I-that's-" you sputter, trying to retort. "How about the fact that we don't feel that way about each other? Doesn't that count for anything?" you say desperately, hoping for a final chance to keep your heart from getting hurt.

Shinji's expression changes from amusement to thoughfulness. "Don't feel that way about each other...hmm...so...why am I teasing you this way? Why do I allow you to cuddle up to me when we're watching TV? Why am I here, forcing you to look at me, and making my intentions known if I don't feel that way about you?"

Your heart skips a beat and you quit struggling. He couldn't possibly...?

"And why are you blushing so much when I say all this? Why haven't you stopped looking at my lips this whole time?" His voice becomes a soft timbre and his hands drop from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Why are you so resistant to what you're feeling towards me?"

Your chest swells with emotion as his words wash over you. For the longest time, you'd hidden your feelings, hoping he wouldn't notice. Because how embarrssing and cliche? A subordinate falling for her captain?

"I...may...like you as more...than my captain..." You admit grudgingly.

"There we go. Now was that so hard?" Shinji rests his thumbs on your cheeks, stroking gently. "For the record, I'm not playing around. I'm serious."

You peek up at him. "Promise?"

"Well...I'm not a fan of making promises I can't keep- OUCH!" Shinji lets out a yelp of pain as you shove him hard in the ribs before scurrying off towards his quarters.

Humbled, he quickly chases after you. "Y/n! I am dead serious! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!"

When he hears you laughing, his eyes narrow.

"Very well then doll...I suppose I'll have to torture the confession out of you while hiding the soap again...maybe this time after you've gotten in the shower..."

Shunsui

Your eyes roam over the voluptous shinigami talking to Shunsui. He certainly seems to have a type. You sigh and try to focus on your own work. Being an aide to Shunsui has been insightful in terms of getting experience but also an eye-opening period where you would see how many women seem to sidle up to him for attention.

Shunsui chuckles at the woman before she saunters out, hips swaying. He fixes his hat and stretches, the neck of his shihakusho slipping down to reveal his toned pecs.

Such a slut you think to yourself as you try to finish your paperwork. Although, truth be told, you weren't sure if that was entirely true. Women went up to him all the time, sure. How many of those women made it back to his quarters was another question entirely. Not as many as people thought, according to Nanao.

Shunsui glances over at you, a cheeky smile widening over his face. "Enjoying the view?" he teases, as you suddenly flush, realizing you'd been staring shamelessly at his chest for the past minute.

"N-no," you stammer. "Just wondering how brazen you must be to have your shihakusho practically untied while in the office."

"Not as brazen as my subordinate who's been visually feeling me up," he shoots back with a wink.

You quickly look back to your paperwork. Was it your fault he was an attractive looking man for his age? You heart thuds in your chest and you take a deep breath to calm down. This does not go unnoticed by Kyoraku who puts his face on his palm, leaning on his desk looking at you.

"Let's get a drink tonight."

Surely you misheard him. "...What?"

"I know you heard me y/n." He chuckles, a rich, low, rumble emanating from his throat. "And based on what I've seen, I think you've imagined more than having a drink with me."

Your throat goes dry. "You got that...from a one-off look?" Your words come out like a croak.

"Well darling, you've been making eyes at me all evening. Thought I'd save you the trouble." He gets up from the desk and wanders over towards you.

Your brain goes into panic mode. "I-I can't. Busy today."

"Ah hm...I see." Shunsui says in that lazy way, getting closer to you. "Busy. So very busy. Tell me. What plans do you have tonight that you're too busy to get a drink with your captain?"

Your mind blanks out at his question. Seeing the look of disarray on your face, Shunsui offers you a sympathetic pat. "I can give you a minute if you need to come up with an excuse. Maybe pretend to watch the birds outside?"

Your cheeks burn at his suggestion. "Unnecessary. Clearly I don't have one. Apart from I don't want to."

"Now why's that? I like you, and you seem to return the feeling. I've been around long enough to know when a woman is interested in me. So what's the problem?"

"I'm your subordinate. And with your reputation I don't wish to be another statistic in your book."

"Statistic?" Shunsui looks at you with sharp eyes. "Darling, how many women do you think I've been with?"

"I don't know. 2000 years is a long time."

He looks stunned at your words then sighs deeply. "I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm not thinking of making you a 'statistic'. I actually like you."

Your heart races. "Say that again."

"I like you. I'm not too proud to hide how I feel. Now how about you stop insulting me and admit you like me too?"

You take a deep breath. "I'll have a drink with you."

"Well that's a start I suppose."

"And tie up your damn shihakusho."

"And miss the chance to have you stare at me all night?" Shunsui's eyes glitter with mischief. "I think not."

[wing-ed-thing]

General Arrancar Headcanons

𓆃 Most arrancar tend to be calculating and make decisions rather instinctually. This isn't to say that all arrancar are impulsive or that decisions are made impulsively.

𓆃 Arrancar, by nature, are naturally proficient at data collection meaning that arrancar analyze new information very quickly and logically.

𓆃 Some arrancar go off of this natural ability to sense information on the battle field to make decisions that otherwise appear impulsive while other arrancar tend to play their cards close to their hands. Although, this difference has more to do with an individual's nature.

𓆃 This also can explain the "culture" per se that arrancar have around staring. Many arrancar unabashedly stare for many reasons

𓆃 These reasons include vigilance for potential threats (it is a who-eats-who world), searching for exploitable weakness in other hollows, or other evolutionary/survival habits.

𓆃 In addition, arrancar may literally look to their stronger leaders for direction. It is also possible that this is the first time many arrancar have had physical and noticeable eyes.

𓆃 Staring plays a role in determining hierarchy among arrancars as well for these reasons. A weakness in leadership, perhaps an otherwise strong arrancar returning from battle with a fatal wound, may provide lower ranking arrancar an opportunity to elevate their status through opportunistic combat.

𓆃 Even in combat, arrancar have a tendency to stare at one another while waiting for the other to make a move when abilities are too evenly matched.

𓆃 While prideful, many arrancar are not above aligning themselves with the power they know is greater if it means survival. For arrancar, it's about surviving and striking when it is least expected.

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[sluttsumu]

❝ HEADS OR TAILS ? ❞

ೃ࿐ feat. various chars (hq, bllk, bleach, jjk)

in which certain animanga men like to give or receive.

contains: 18+, oral sex (f! + m! receiving and giving), face fucking, face sitting, hair pulling, dacryphillia, degradation.

ೃ࿐ ki’s note: something small to start posting again!

𝜗𝜚 — givers: miya twins, iwaizumi hajime, rin itoshi, ichigo kurosaki, gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, are you guys gonna kill me if i say todo

—

he loves making a mess out of you when he eats you out. watching you squirm while he pulls you onto his face is his favourite past time.

he likes to keep it casual, like it’s nothing — meanwhile he knows how flustered it’s gets you watching him devour in between your legs while you tell him about your day at work.

“it’s so aggravating!” you whine grabbing hold of the headboard to steady yourself.

though it sounds like you’re talking to yourself, you’re really talking to the man whose face you’re currently sitting on.

“like seriously, fuck— why do i have to pick up h-his paperwork because he doesn’t want to do it!”

this was hard, like really hard — almost like his dick in his boxers hard. focusing on explaining while focusing on how good he’s making you feel, your head is getting even more fuzzy just thinking about it.

“—baby” you let out an airy laugh, “ ‘m gonna cum, can’t do this”

you can’t even register how fucking pretty you sound telling him this little story of yours. you were genuinely trying to get your point across but this little whining spree was just turning him on.

“mmm,” his lips vibrate against you. “maybe he likes you…” even through his mumbling you could hear him, he smirks - tracing circles using the tip of his tongue on your clit.

“b-babe! why would you even say that!” he replaced his tongue for his thumb, repeatedly rubbing your clit back and forth. he could see it, you’re so fucking close, the tears in your eyes meanwhile he’s playing with your pussy on his chest gave you away.

“because it’s hot princess, and you look so hot about to cum on my face.”

𝜗𝜚 — receivers: sae itoshi is obviously here, geto suguru, suna rintarō, shidou ryusei (duh), abarai renji (DUH), and hot take: nanami kento.

—

he’s is rough face fucker, there’s no way to sugarcoat it. he doesn’t mean to be so rough all the time but he’s needy, and sooo desperate to cum down your throat.

he finds himself questioning himself when he dwells on the sight of you that he loves — which is you absolutely ruined. hair messy, tears streaming, mascara running, spit everywhere, with you, mouth wide slobbering on his cock. it’s quite kinky he finds, but he likes what he likes.

“naughty girl,” his voice shy above a whisper while he tugs at your hair. “you love this *huff* don’t you?”

you respond with something resembling a cry while his tip prods at your uvula.

it’s so lewd, the way your spit begins to pool at your knees while he grabs two fistfuls of that pretty hair of yours. he can’t help it, you feel too good, and as of lately you’ve had quite the mouth on you.

he finds it’s time to punish you for that.

his hips don’t falter, watching tears prod at your lash line — it only encourages him to keep going, given that he’s gonna cum at any minute.

“i know this is what you wanted—” he sighs, rearranging his grip.

he takes that meek muffle you emit around his girth as an answer, one he did not ask for.

“all that fucking mouth on you, think we’ve found a better use,” he chuckles, looking down on you as his hand facets itself to the back of your head, holding every inch of him down your throat. “dont’cha think?”

this will always be the ultimate stress relief for him and he wouldn’t have it any other way than releasing thick white ropes in your mouth at the end of a long day, week, or even month.

© SLUTTSUMU 2024

[monstas1ut]

Empty Headed

BYAKUYA KUCHIKI x black!reader

Summary

__ +18 bratty!black!reader gets her guts rearranged after finally ticking off her husband, now she’s all dumb off of her husband’s dick with drool coming out of her mouth and eyes rolled in the back of her head.. and Byakuya could care less.

Content

__ black!reader, female!reader, rough!Byakuya, reader makes Byakuya a meanie pants, choking, choking with a tie, dirty talk, squirting, doggystyle, clothed sex, dumbification, oral, “good girl” once or twice, choking, overstimulation, no condom y’all are married, lace front malfunction :(

___ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous

A/n

__ I’m back, my bad y’all

Those prominent veins were like tree roots deep in an ethereal forest. The way they connected, the raised texture of them, and the way they felt against your brown skin was heavenly. Byakuya Kuchiki had the prettiest attributes, and his veins were one of them. And as his perfect little wife, you’ve managed to memorize all of the Kuchiki heir’s perfectly natural attributes. The way his hair felt, the way his face showed little to no expression even when happy, and the way his veins would flex even more when he’d get all angry…

Who knew that the veins on his cock also protruded when his anger released above the surface. And as a perfect little wife, you had to memorize that too.

But that wasn’t all that hard when his pretty cock was stuck in the back of your throat.

The sweet taste of Byakuya’s slick precum edged you on as your tongue felt the underside of his unforgiving cock. Proportionate, long, and pretty. Those three words summed up your husband’s cock. It was pale, a contrast to your pretty brown sugar kissed skin. It was a contrast to those dark lined, glossy lips that were wrapped around it. And Byakuya loved it. Truthfully, he couldn’t get enough, and this was the exact moment to take advantage.

“Prove to me that you will cease every bit of attitude when I’m done with you, and If I sense anything other than obedience, I will corrupt your body without any remorse.”

Only loud breaths remained. Ropes of slimy saliva connected from the pink cock tip to your plump lips. Arousal hit right between your legs once Byakuya spoke to you in such a manner, and you couldn’t help but make it worse. And with bared lips and a brattish expression, you completely ignored his efforts at cutting this short. You’ve already sparked his flame at a formal event, and now you’re playing this absurd game.

Byakuya didn’t have time for it.

“Such blatant ignorance. You absolutely disgust me when you act this way. No matter, you won’t be able to act in such a manner when your pretty head is empty am I right…?” Byakuya’s voice rumbled from the depths of hell. His care and regard for your feelings dispersed into thin air the second you agreed with your conscience on being a slutty brat. The royal didn’t care anymore, he only cared about setting his woman straight, because she’s obviously lost her mind.

And with a cocky smirk etching onto your face, all while you were on your knees, you managed to try to talk. Even if you were being disciplined in this thin-walled hotel room, you still managed to conjure up the audacity… “Fuck-..”

Unfortunately it was cut short, and the thin lace that was glued to the skin on your hairline felt an enormous amount of tugging when Byakuya’s large, elegant hands gripped at the long, wavy hair. Both sides were balled up in his fists, and he pulled you forward as if you bore horns. Then, his pretty pink cockhead forced its way into your wide mouth just to shut you up once again.

“It was a rhetorical question, darling… or are you already more empty headed than before…?”

Cold as his words were, you definitely decided that you deserved this. After the raunchy attitude at the main floor, Byakuya managed to shoot a few looks your way. These looks did nothing but make it worse, and in all honesty, you knew what you were doing. But you figured the Kuchiki heir was going to drop it and go on about the day.

Being dragged back to the luxurious hotel room only to be brain fucked wasn’t anything you would’ve thought of. Byakuya’s mentality wasn’t like that, but as you drooled and breathed in with much trouble, you were obviously wrong. The feeling of Byakuya’s rock hard cock slipping down your throat with each passing thrust was exhilarating. It brought life to your pussy in many new ways. The roughness, the way he spoke, and his eyes. His dark colored eyes showed dominance that made your e/c irises turn into plump hearts.

“That’s a good girl… There's obviously potential for you to act sensible.” Byakuya hissed, his eyebrows only slightly furrowing with pained annoyance. Yet, watching you gag on his well endowed cock was soothing it oh so slowly but surely. He adored the way your eyes would squeeze shut with tears. He adored the way it sounded when his cock would hit the back of your throat. And to be honest, he’d love to hear more of your pathetic struggling. But the formal celebration needed him to speak soon, and Byakuya couldn’t miss it just for your behavior.

In a snap, you felt like you could barely breathe. The urge to gag and choke was so intense that you began to whine and flail just a little. Byakuya is usually so gentle when handling you, but the fact that your lips were touching his pelvis was indescribable. His long cock was digging deep into your soul, and you felt so dumb for liking it. Your pussy was so wet right now that it seeped through the white sundress that caressed your curves. It was a simple pairing to Byakuya’s suit which was black and white.. and he looked damn good when he finally released your bundles and leaned back to watch you struggle to breathe with saliva and precum spilling softly out of your mouth.

“Contain yourself.. speak and you will not leave this room today..” His words were like knives, but the way he said it felt like a shadow monster waiting to strike. It had given you trembles, and you obeyed him graciously. While sitting there on the cold floor, you were already regretting your actions prior. With how Byakuya’s cock was still leaking precum and pulsating.. you were in for it.

Those same bulging veins greeted you with dangerous intent. Byakuya’s soft, lengthy fingers pulled lazily at his black silky tie before he began removing his suit jacket. The idea wasn’t to completely wreck you, but as the taste of your suffering touched him, he wanted more.

“Clean it up, love…” Your husband was practically chuckling even if he didn’t fully express it. His hands gripped at his tie with thoughts roaming his filled brain. Lustful eyes stared down at you while your pretty acrylic nails glistened around his cock. Your mouth slurped up the naughty combination of precum and spit while bobbing your head eagerly. This caused Byakuya’s spicy moan to release from his throat. He’s been keeping quiet, but as he neared his orgasm, he couldn’t resist.

Byakuya didn’t want to cum just yet though.

Both of your hands were around that pretty cock, saliva dripping down your chin once again as your lips caressed him up and down. You barely even noticed the silky fabric that was being wrapped around your neck. However, the feeling of being forced off his cock was surprising. It made you gasp loudly as the thick cock slapped against your face once you let it free.. your hand eventually made its way back around it before you started to caress it against your face.

“Want it…Baby please…” it sounded like a purr, and Byakuya couldn’t resist. You might’ve been a brat today, but as he looked at you with your struggling lace, dried up spit on your chin, he only wanted to be inside of you. “Beg once more…” Byakuya’s voice sounded even more husky than before, his sharp eyes staring deep into yours.

“Please.. Baby, I want your dick so bad..”

Byakuya truly loved when you’d talk dirty to him, he absolutely loved it. He didn’t know for sure if it was the fact that you were bold or if you really just turned drunk over his cock. Either way, he loved it so much that he decided to stand up. His eyes didn’t leave you, especially since you looked so tempting while looking up at him like this. But with swift movement and your arms reaching up, Byakuya’s picked you up and took you to the hotel bed that was just the right height…

Now, Byakuya rarely puts you in doggystyle, it’s not sensual to him. However, he still wanted to teach you a lesson. So as you put your knees on the bed and leaned forward into a sweet arch, Byakuya’s hand already grabbed the tie that was still around your neck… and to think you forgot about it.

The feeling of your oxygen slightly being cut off made your pussy drool even more. His body was right behind yours and he didn’t hesitate to slide the long dress up to your torso. It revealed a pretty black thong that disappeared nicely in between your cheeks. To be honest, Byakuya didn’t care about body.. but the way your pretty brown skin was under this light… and the way your ass jiggled. He barely could contain his excitement. The heir couldn’t even control how fast he pressed his tip against your clit when he pulled the fabric to the side.

“I am going to fuck you. I am not going to make love to you because you do not deserve it… However, I do love you my dear, even if it’ll feel as if I think of you as nothing..”

Each word gave you a shock through your spine, each word felt like spikes under your feet. It all felt scary in a way because you’ve never heard your husband speak this way.. and frankly, he’s always called sex : ‘making love’. Byakuya saying he was going to fuck you made this experience all the more blood rushing. But you had no choice but to keep your back arched and control your breathing, because as Byakuya pulled you back by that silky tie, you slid right onto his pale cock. Your brown pussy opened right up for him, and your eyes widened before hazily staring at the bed frame in front of you.

“Don’t… Dont move” As calm and relaxed as Byakuya may seem, he cannot explain how hard it was to keep his orgasm at bay. Everytime he slides inside your tight pussy, he finds himself fighting against his own cock. It caused him to tighten the tie, which caused a chain reaction to your insides which also gripped around him. “You only make things more difficult… but yet, I am still married to you because I have a tendency to gain a high from your actions..”

Byakuya sounded ashamed of himself, but it went away in a swift fashion before the gushy sounds of your cunt started to echo. That sweet, pale cock was slowly maneuvering through you in slow strokes. The tiny ring of pre-cum was at the fair base of Byakuya’s cock now, however it was getting worse. With your wet pussy leaking all between your legs and his cock, the bed was slightly soaked.

“A-Ah~…B-Bya… kuya… fuck”

With a moan following the harsh swear word, Byakuya wrapped the tie around his fist once as he slightly leaned back to watch your fat brown ass take over his pelvis each time it would hit it. “Won’t my bratty wife talk filthy to me…? I’m sure she will.. yes?” With furrowed eyebrows, Byakuya shivered. His cock felt the pulsing around it, and the moans exiting from you made him release his own husky moans. His pretty, long, raven colored hair draped over your ass as he watched it bounce.

“Yes~… choke me more~… M’gonna cum so fuckin’ hard on that Dick… just keep… keep chokin’ me please~…” So pathetic you sounded, and Byakuya loved it, he ached for you to sound slutty. Sure, on the outside it seemed as if you both were all so classy and expensive, but when that door shuts it’s completely different. Byakuya urges you to lose it. He adores watching your pussy stretch out for him, and he loves when your pretty e/c eyes roll back before whining… because that’s when he knows you’re going to cum all over him.

And Byakuya loves a good mess.

“You do know it’s not over until you make a bit of a mess… right?” Byakuya practically demanded you to agree at the end, his breath running away from him as he let go of the tie, feeling as if it wasn’t doing as much justice as he wanted it to. And those elegant hands of his took hold of your neck, both of them. Oh did your pussy squirt the second he squeezed and pushed your head into that bed.

“Ah! Ah!… S-Stop… Fuck! Oh fuck~…”

Nothing but hearts were in your eyes, again. It felt like you lost vision and lost all ability to breathe as Byakuya’s cock went almost lightning fast. His hips snapped against your tight core, fighting against the pressure as your pussy gushed the honeyed substance on his cock and the hotel bed. Byakuya was purposely overstimulating your poor pussy as you struggled out moans. He didn’t care if you were all worn out and tired from the extreme orgasm, it just began.

“As you should remember… you have no authority to tell me to stop as of now. I also remember asking you to stop being a brat. You failed to listen, my dear..” Byakuya might have been a little harsh, but his words didn’t falter. He immediately turned you over on your back, his hands pulling down the top of your dress to show your pretty, darker brown areolas.

“I now will fail to listen to you as I use you like a pathetic toy” Byakuya’s voice smoothed over your ears as he leaned down gently. His hands slowly ran under your thighs before pushing them forward very harshly. Byakuya couldn’t help it, your pussy was so gorgeous like this, your body looked so precious like this. And the way his eyes trailed over your body, it made you feel just like prey. “It’s in my fucking guts… kuya…” you sharply moaned as the feeling of his cock slid right back inside of you. He pushed your legs open more with his arms as his hands were now against the bed.

“Byakuya~” with hazy eyes and drool sliding down your face, you listened to everything. Everything sounded absolutely raw. The bed frame hitting the wall, your skin slapping together, your whiny moans, his light groans, and your sloppy pussy all made this better. Curling your white toes as they stayed in those pretty open heels , golden just like your brown skin. This was the most submissive you’ve ever appeared, and the Kuchiki heir loved it.

“Damn it…” although rare, Byakuya did have to curse, it slipped merely because of your existence. He couldn’t fathom being with someone else even with your bratty little attitude. You just needed his cock, and it straightened you up. All you needed was to be pounded into, breasts bouncing prettily all with your mouth open. His veins up against your walls was all you needed right now. It made you feel dumb because that’s all you could think about.. your husband and his veiny pale cock that was beating your pussy in.

Byakuya’s cock never went this fast inside of you, and it was evident because you couldn’t handle it. With unstable moans and the constant looks at Byakuya waiting for him to give you a break, it was obvious. You kept holding your head up with a pleading face, your legs could barely stay open by themselves which is why his arms were there for support. You couldn’t even tell what was going on anymore. Everything was going blank and your mind was cock filled.

You were dumb off his cock.

Your pretty eyes rolled with furrowed eyebrows, giving Byakuya a rush. He knew he himself was close to cumming, and he could feel your insides trying to push him out. “M’gonna cum… M’gonna cum all over that fuckin dick , kuya…” you gasped in between, unable to try and stop your orgasm from peaking so hard. “Let me feel it..”

There was no need in telling you another time. Your next orgasm came rushing as you squeezed hard around him. His jaw clenched before letting out a string of clearly heard moans. His white, thick cum splashed your walls that color, and it was so far inside that when he filled you up, barely any came flowing out. His cum was so sticky and he had a good amount that came out.

You both continued to ride this high, and your whines and whimpers made it hard to not gain another hard on.

“I’m sorry.. I’m fucking sorry Kuya, baby…” you pleaded as you finally took that last heavy breath and you laid back completely. Your thighs were now able to be closed because he let you. His heart was racing just as fast, mainly because he couldn’t believe he treated you like this. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but he still felt a tiny bit bad.

That was mainly because you looked a bit messy now, gorgeous, but you couldn’t go back to the event looking this way. Not with a lifted lace, broken nail, and a dripping mess… but it made him smirk nonetheless.

“Apology accepted. Now, I’ll be going back to give out my speech. Behave, and do not move… I’ll be back… and if you listen, I’ll make love to you..”

ⓒ Monstas1ut , Do not copy

[ioniansunsets]

i loved your heartsteel!kayn scenarios! can you possibly do a scenario of fem!reader helping heartsteel!kayn dye his hair :3

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Getting His Hair Dyed by Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: 900

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: He has his default skin braid here. Stay tuned for more. I MISS THIS FUCKER'S BRAID OK. Also you are his long term partner! I thought it would be cute if you have been supporting him though all his ups and downs uwu

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" For reals, you've done this before right. Don't fuck it up I swear to god I will cry I'm dealing with enough shit right now babe." " You're the one that asked me to do this for you, have some trust in me."

You comb through his braid and neatly section if off one last time before slapping on the DIY at home bleach. After getting kicked out of his old band Kayn wanted a full makeover, so with five boxes of bleach and some whining he convinced you to help him bleach and dye his hair. You stood awkwardly behind him as you comb in the bleach. Kayn wasn't wearing a shirt, so that he wouldn't ruin any tees. So it was quite a sight, hair down, topless, you pause for a bit and stare. After some thinking you sigh, you were going to miss his blue and black hair...it was so soft too...

" Hey I heard that sigh! You know I HAVE to do this...I want to change my image, show them I'm better without them!"

Kayn pouts, you see it in the mirror and laugh. Slapping on more bleach, sectioning it out and complaining once again bout how the long hair sticks to the gloves and makes it all messy. But ok, you work hard, with a roll of aluminum foil ready you neatly bleach his long hair. As you wait for the first bleaching to set in you throw a little of the leftovers on your hair too, just enough for one strip.

" Should we match colors?"

You see Kayn visibly perk up as he hears your suggestion.

" Really? I think that will be cute. Like a cringey couple."

He smirks, leaning back to take a good look at you in the toilet mirror. He starts laughing loudly.

" Wait are you copying me or making fun of me! Why bleach that same chunk of hair as the old me!"

The two of you chat for a bit as you wait for the bleach to set in, when times up you help him wash it all off in the tub. Damn his hair was really such a dark black, it was just brown now. You comment about it needed a few more rounds of bleach. Kayn sighs this time instead, exhausted already but his rockstar image was at stake, he wanted to look cool so he had to do this. He had a goal already, an ombre fade of pink and purple, it would be so cool. Sitting back down, you blow dry his hair and start on round two.

And round three. Orange.

And four. Yellow.

And five before the yellow finally lifts enough! You were finally free from seeing that yellow, orange hue! And-

Oh no. You look at a handful of hair in your hands from where you combed through his hair.

" Kayn I am so sorry..." " No! I cannot deal with this right now please. Y/N Tell me its fine." " I'll fix it!"

You too were unsure how to react, were you going to cry or laugh. After five bleaches, his hair kinda...fried off. Ah...you were REALLY going to miss his long hair. Promising to fix it, you grab some hair scissors and did your best. With Kayn doing everything to hold himself together while you save what you can and work out a messy cut. It actually looked really good. You tell him to look up as you blow dry his hair yet again. Promising it wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be. Kayn tentatively pulls his hands away from his face as he looks at himself in the mirror. A smile slowly creeping across his face.

" Oh shit you really did fix it? The hell Y/N! Let's dye it right now! I still want that pink purple thing going down!"

He tilts his head left and right, trying to get a better look at it, an idol worthy style. Kayn nods, happy with what you've done with it. Quickly you work the colors onto his hair and yours. Laughing together as he admires himself in the mirror. Half an hour passes and you wash his hair and dry it off for the last time. Kayn himself also helping to wash the and dry your hair. You smile as the two of you admire your reflections.

" Is it me or are we looking super hot?"

He snakes and arm around your waist, pulling you close. Giving your cheek a quick kiss.

" I actually like this a lot I'm glad it worked out. Thank you Y/N."

Kayn gives you a warm smile as he runs his hands through his hair, giving it a little shake as it falls gracefully along his jawline. He turns his attention back to the mirror before he shouts.

" Oh shit yeah! Let me snap a photo!"

Kayn leaves the room for a bit, grabbing his phone and a nice shirt to snap a photo in. He returns, hand draped around your shoulder as he takes a mirror selfie with you both. The largest smile plastered on his face as he sits down and edits it to use as his new wallpaper. You would mourn his pretty braid but...he was still your charming boyfriend you could live with the new style. The short hair was starting to grow on your after all.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Grimmjow getting jealous of his s/o gushing over cute cats?

“Who’s a pretty kitty? Are you? Yes you are!”

Grimmjow growled under his breath. Watching [Y/N] pet some stray that had walked up to them and scratching behind the cats ears. Their loud purring and [Y/N]’s incessant cooing at them was getting annoying.

“Can we go? I’m tired of standing around out here.”

[Y/N] gave a quick ‘oh, sure’ and stood up. The two of them moved to leave and just as they got a few paces ahead, the cat was following them. “Awww! Look Grimm! He’s trying to follow us home.”

“This is why you shouldn’t pet strays.” He grumbled.

“But he was just so cute! Do you think he’ll really follow us the whole way home?”

Grimmjow growled again, then turned around a hissed loudly at the cat. The feline instantly shuttered and took off with it’s tail between his legs. “What was that for??”

“I don’t want it following us home.” He told them. Grabbing their hand and pulling them along.

[Y/N] frowned and tried to wrench their hand away. But, no luck. His grip was too strong. “That was still really mean Grimm. There’s no reason for you to scare the poor thing like that. He’s probably traumatized.”

The Arrancar scoffed. “Please. He’s a wild animal. He’ll be fine.”

“He’s a stray cat. Not a jaguar.”

“Which you already have at home.”

[Y/N] stopped all of a sudden. Acting as an anchor to their walk and stopping Grimmjow as well. “Is that what this is about? You’re jealous of a little cat.”

He looked shocked before he quickly frowned. “No! Don’t be stupid! I just don’t want all those fleas around the house. I don’t want to get contaminated just because you keep picking up strays.”

He pulled them along again, and this time [Y/N] followed. After a moment they told him, “if you want me to pet you when I get home I can.”

“I’m not jealous!” He snapped at them. But, after a moment as well, he told them, “if you wash your hands first….”