#bleach drabbles

[mightbmel]

Uryu Ishida who watches you pine over another man.

The feeling of envy seethes within him, souring his mood everytime he sees the two of you together

He hates it, that feeling he can’t quite describe.

Although he surely knows what it is, he just won’t admit it.

That Quincy pride is too strong to admit feelings like jealousy, at least that’s what he says.

But you’re none the wiser, with the man’s hand around your hip, and a smile on your lips as you giggle at his joke by his side.

He watched you, and you looked so pretty. The color hoodie you wore complemented your skin color quite well, he thought.

The glisten of your lips shining in his eyes, almost shooting against the reflection of his glasses like a bow.

Threatening to aim his way.

The way you nodded your head, showing interest while the man babbled on about whatever career he had or what kind of cars he was into.

All the things you weren’t into, of course. But Uryu watched as you entertained the guy, with the brightest smile that never faltered.

He never expected less of you. Always so genuine and attentive to the words of others, nodding your head as you had a pep in your step, just to pick up your pace to match the others.

It was your genuine consideration that caught his attention in the first place, really, remembering how you patched him up after battle even if he might’ve had mean things to say about people like you.

Soul reapers, that is, but he came around to eventually have a sweet spot for the likes of you. Maybe even more so than the rivalry, friendship dynamic he had going on with Ichigo, that grew stronger over the years.

But he shook his head, furrowing his brows as he ‘tsk’d on the way, throwing his school bag full of knitting and sewing supplies over his shoulder.

It was hard not to look, but he had to try.

To see you with another man he knew didn’t really share common interests or manners with you made him irk. It made him pissed, to be honest.

Like he knew you deserved better.

But for now, being the reserved man he was, walked along the pathway back home.

Although, on the way, he couldn’t help but look back. He didn’t miss the smile that faltered for a second on your lips, or the way you strayed away from his touch when he attempted to bring you closer.

Uryu, at this point couldn’t stand it anymore.

So, at some point, he’ll decide when it’s the time to tell you the truth.

[lightning-wyvern]

the kitten

30 Days of Sosuke Aizen 6/30 ; previous entry

sosuke aizen x male reader | romance, lowkey crack

content

pov you're accidentally domesticating sosuke aizen like he's a motherfucking cat

note kitten.

words 634

reblogs appreciated!

banner made by @saradika-graphics

© lightning-wyvern.

you and aizen were wandering hueco mundo, just talking. about nothing in particular. war plans, aizen's scientific garble, date plans for soon and later on, etc.

what you weren't talking about was cats.

but that changed quickly.

meew...

"what the fuck was that?" aizen said suddenly, cutting off his own sentence. he stopped in his tracks, listening carefully.

"that sounded like the weakest little baby ever..." you pouted, turning on your heel and staring around wildly for the source of the sound.

mew...

and you saw it.

the kitten was filthy, starved, and very clearly lost.

you grabbed aizen's wrist and tiptoed over, finding the kitten huddled in a shadowed corridor near the outer barracks—eyes much too wide for its tiny face, shaking, and hissing at your outstretched hand like it thought it had a chance. you had no idea how a living creature even got into hueco mundo, let alone survived. for this long. but it was alive, trembling, and warm.

so of course, you took it in.

but you hadn't counted on... sosuke.

the next morning, you were halfway through gently towel-drying the little baby, which you had named captain hiss, when a soft voice cut through the sterile silence of your quarters.

"what is that little thing?"

you flinched, and the towel slipped. hiss snarled and bolted underneath your bed.

you looked up and saw sosuke standing in your doorway like a bored deity, arms loosely folded behind his back and head tilted. he wasn't angry. he wasn't smug. just… curious. which was moundss worse.

you tried to stand your ground.

"it's a cat. a baby, so specifically a kitten."

his gaze flicked to the little tufts of fur clinging to your shirt.

"it's a nuisance."

"he is harmless, sosuke."

a beat of silence.

aizen stepped inside, silent as a mouse. you watched him warily as he crouched next to your bed, peering under it with that unreadable calm he always wore. hiss growled. a tiny sound, barely audible, which meant he was all the way up against the wall. maybe back in the corner.

sosuke... smiled.

not his usual mock-polite bullshit. not his manipulator's grin, either. an actual smile. small, crooked, amused... warm.

"interesting," he whispered, "he reminds me of you, m/n."

"what? why, because we both hiss at you?"

"no," sosuke responded, standing up, "because neither of you has learned when to run."

"i'm not sure whether that was a threat or a joke."

he brushed imaginary dust from his clothes, then paused by your desk, where a chipped bowl of water sat beside a ragged pillow. his fingers hovered over the bowl for a second, then his hand dropped back to his side.

"he'll need some protein. raw meat, maybe. small cuts so he can get it down his little throat."

you blinked.

"i thought you hated hiss."

"i said he was a nuisance. i didn't say i wanted him to die. nor did i say i hated him. and furthermore, it's hard to hate things you like, and i haven't yet figured out why. that's part of the reason i chose you as my boyfriend in the first place."

you frowned, choosing to ignore the last comment.

"you're... helping?"

sosuke turned around again, and this time his gaze actually softened—not in kindness, but in something that almost felt worse: interest.

"consider it an experiment for now," he said, "i want to see what kind of creature thrives under your care."

he smiled, kissed your forehead, and left before you could respond.

later that night, you found a silver dish set neatly by your door. it was filled with diced meat: expensive, fresh.

captain hiss curled up on your chest as you started at the door and wondered if aizen was courting you, the cat, or chaos itself.

© lightning-wyvern.

[ankoist]

hello and welcome!

i'm jenn, and i have been writing and roleplaying since late 2021 on discord exclusively. that mentioned, i would love to branch out and interact with more people on this platform! my main fandoms include:

bleach

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[aitheria]

Bleach 100 Word Drabbles- PT. 1 Canon Characters

Misc. 100 word drabbles. Some silly, some angsty, one AU. All prompted in our Bleach Discord Server

Includes: Aizen, Aizen/Gin, Aizen x Ichigo, Akon/Mayuri, Gin/Izuru, Izuru/Rose, Shinji/Aizen/Gin

Aizen- Reprehensible Regret

Flower on the precipice. Crumpled before it blossomed, rain soaked, and blood smeared. Alone he sits. The darkness is a comfort to the rest of an eternity. Mind muddled with carefully curated words, harshly executed ideas and a reprehensible regret. He would never speak those words aloud; they would rest on idle tongue. Lost in the musing of a single thought. Ghosts and memories. Behind closed eyes- replays of even the simplest days. Sun on skin, calligraphy brush and ink on paper, a steaming cup of tea.

He was but a flower on the precipice, for the rest of eternity.

The sort of heat that was inescapable unless you were in water. Gin tugged at his robes, shamelessly nude he dove in. The night air was sticky, the blood covering him was sticky and he was hot. He resurfaced moments later, waving to the figure on the shore. A small lake in the Rukongai, a small reprieve after such a long night. "C'mon Captain, the waters great!" he called, pushing back his bangs. Aizen didn't move, just stood on the shoreline, waiting for Gin to finish his swim.

Aizen & Gin - Lake

It was hot.

"Dontcha know how to swim?" Silence was the response.

Aizen x Ichigo- Prison AU

Mayuri & Akon

Five minutes were free, four of them were a tirade regarding Kisuke Uruhara and the corrupt system. Ichigo looked at his phone screen and sighed. No need to keep it next to his ear, the other was loud enough.

Aizen was on the other end. Now an inmate of Muken Penitentiary with a lifetime sentence no less. Ichigo couldn't believe his luck- a cop falling in love with a criminal, his reputation ruined, their faces were on every news station.

"Add money to the card, Ichigo." Aizen spoke, one minute left. Who was he to make demands?

Ichigo hung up.

That nail. That fucking creepy nail. Akon watched his Captain tap it on the keyboard, with each tap his eye twitched. What was the purpose of such an ugly thing? Well, he did know, he just preferred being ignorant. He didn't want to think about it- too long, too dark and it most certainly did not match the rest. It probably had dirt under it, scratch that. Even worse under it. The shudder that ran over his body stopped him midsentence in his note taking. "What’s wrong?" Mayuri gave him a pointed glare, disapproving. Akon sighed, he needed a cigarette.

Gin & Izuru- Summer Rain

It was raining steadily, warm. The sound of droplets ate up the silence between them. His peculiar captain stood there- shihakusho and haori drenched, silver hair plastered to his face. As if trying to see something invisible or trying to wash something away. Izuru walked into the courtyard, holding the bangasa over Gin's head. He couldn't face getting reprimanded for allowing his captain to catch a cold.

"Kind of cathartic dontcha think?" Gin slid his gaze to the lieutenant.

"I don't care to be wet," Izuru responded.

Smiling, Gin snatched the bangasa so both of them would be soaked.

Izuru & Rose- The Incident

Pt. 1

Hiyori was clapping her feet together through the video chat, laughing, "Theres two baldies!!"

"Oh, that’s not right..." His captain’s voice came out in a whisper. Izuru looked into the mirror, his eyes widened. His head looked like a fuzzy ball, no worse- a bird’s nest. He glared up at Rose, an angry flush rising to his cheeks. "What did you do to me!?" He hissed; Rose threw his hands up feigning innocent, "I thought you needed a new haircare routine! No harm meant!". Izuru looked back into the mirror. No harm meant!? How could he face the rest of the division like this!? This was the last time he'd take his captain’s advice.

Pt. 2

Shinji flinched holding the phone out from his ear, "Really did a number on him kid, geez."

Shinji, Lt. Aizen & Little Gin- Kancho King!

Shinji was shaking his head in Izuru’s direction. Behind them was the blaring melodramatic sounds of a violin, three days of this since the incident.

The NAIR incident.

When Shuhei said it took off all his body hair, he wasn't lying. When Izuru slipped it into Rose's shampoo bottle it was an innocent payback. He rubbed his own frizz, grumbling. He would no longer take any advice from anyone.

He snuck along the corridors on the balls of his feet. He may be Third Seat, but it didn't mean he couldn't have fun.

The figure in front of him was prattling about another record, something stupid. Gin took quick steps, if he were to guesstimate the exact spot. Oh, it would be so funny to hear the bony man yelp like a little girl. He cupped his small hands together, crouching, pointed fingers ready for attack. The smile curled up his face as he braced for the impact into something... squishy.

Gin frowned, Shinji cackled, and Aizen sighed "Gin."

@whitefoxfiction

[dealervel]

NEW POST FROM @munybagd

i am going to fuck him … i have a thing for men that moan especially the ones with deep voices .. mm makes my toes sweat 😛 ( NSFW )

whimpers came out as he tried his best to talk “ mmm fuck baby p-please,” his nail dug into your hips as he helped you bounce on his cock faster. he didn’t want you to stop — oh no, he doesn’t know what he would do with himself if you stopped .. maybe he would cry or beg on his knees. honestly, he would do anything for you to keep going. “ oh yeah … don’t stop — i w-want you to make a mess of m-me ” oh he looked so pretty under you … tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked at you -sucking on your fingers .. he so nasty but you like it. LINK 1

he fucks you sooo good that he’s moaning too. “ o-oh my good girl .. my good fucking girl ” his plan is to slut you out doesn’t matter if it’s in the bed, living room, kitchen, or even the car. he wants you a moaning mess which slowly turns him into a moaning mess as well. “ yeahhh th-there you go .. mm you’re daddy’s good girl, taking my c-cock so fucking well ” It’s like a race ‘ who can tap out first ’ by the way he’s moans you would think it’s him with his heavy breathing but little do you know that this is just the beginning.. LINK 2

sensitive, dom, and a moaning mess … he is a three-in-one! gosh, you love it — the way he sharply breathes in when he strokes his cock into you, the way he moans in between words, and the way he talks dirty to you excites you. “ mm s-say it .. u-use your words, baby ” makes you wanna cum right then and there. he loves hearing you talk, even if it’s just babbling, it makes him smile, but not like you would know cause his face is pressed against your neck due to him leaving deep bite marks. LINK 3

( BOUNS )

no shame in his game . he enjoys making audios for you, especially in random places it’s his favorite thing to do and he ALWAYS sends them to you when you’re out and about. “ guess where i-i’m at baby — mm i’m in our parking g-garage ” things like this turns him on and he knows that you get to turn on hearing him slur and stutter on his words. “ i-i-i have our f-favorite toy .. fuck i wish y-you were here to use it on m-me” gosh why does he do this to you and when you come home he acts like nothing is wrong :/ LINK 4

[dinnersyummy]

He was like honey; sweet and sticky, you couldn’t get enough of him. Seeping through your insides, he was addicting. His taste will forever be on the tip of your tongue—the taste of his lips is everlasting, always lingering. He savours you like wine, taking his time. But yet he himself was like that of a fine wine—rich, intoxicating, his scent was ingrained into your skin. His love was overflowing, spill it and he’ll forever taint you; it’s hard to wash out. His touch was soft as silk, finely woven, smooth. His hands traced over your skin gently—ghost like if you will. His fingers were careful strokes like a master painter, in their wake left an unforgettable sensation. He treated like you were spun of glass, always so gentle, always so tentative. Each touch was calculated, his hands explored your body as if it were a map. Every curve and dip were burned into his memory. He was addicted.

*divider by petalpxl*

lowkey had sanji in mind while writing this

[sorreldolli]

7:14AM

The moment he realized he was in love with you, it wasn’t a sunny day or a celebratory moment. It wasn’t a date, and you weren’t even in your best dress.

It was a lazy Tuesday, where the two of you had just finished eating a greasy pizza from your favorite restaurant downtown. Your go-to comfort after your favorite character died in a show. You were upset, so you ate to numb the feeling.

You sat on the couch, scrolling through shows on the TV—while he watched you, quietly, waiting for you to pick a new show.

There was one slice of pizza, but two people feeling very different things.

The day he realized he was inlove with you—you looked over at him, laughing as he choked on a piece of pepperoni. A genuine moment— your laughter filled the room followed by a soft, worried, ‘are you okay?’

In that moment, he knew: you were his comfort. His happiness.

And in the silence that followed the uncontrollable laughter—he realized—undeniably, that he was in love.

Gojo, BOKUTO, kuroo, TAKUMA, isagi, choso, DENKI, + your favs

[paithology]

𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙀𝙓 ☆ ݁ ⋆

- What it's like to wake up next to your loving boyfriend.

Content warnings: Overstimulation, breeding, cnc

Men who appreciate every day they get to wake up to your gorgeous face and just love sharing a bed with you overall. Making sure your pussy is easily accessible to him at all times.

Every morning, the only thought that plagues his mind is your tank top stuck to your skin, exposing your nipples, the flush of your ass against your lacy panties, and the desperate look on your face when you wake up. It gives him a throbbing urge to sink his cock into your pussy.

He’d start with his hands wandering everywhere. from his arms wrapped around your waist to gripping your ass and rubbing you through your panties. 

Pulling them to the side to reveal your wet pussy. The feeling of his cock teasing your folds before he slides his cock in makes you whimper.

He can’t help but groan when your juices flow out as he pushes inside of you. You're just so wet. He loves fucking you from the side because it only makes his thrust deeper, hitting your spot every time.

He tries to silence your cries by shoving his tongue down your throat as you babble and whine about how you can't take much more. Your eyes are filling with pleasurable tears, and your mouth is welling with drool from overstimulation from the way the head of his cock hits your sweet spot nonstop.

He rubs small circles onto your clit, ass swaying from the sheer force of his hips. He begins to get so lost in the feeling of your pussy that he fucks you till he can’t stop. Fucking you through your orgasm His head is in the crook of your neck as he groans at the feeling of you clenching down on his overly sensitive tip.

After what feels like hours, you're reaching back to grip his hair, eyes rolled back. Just begging for him to fill you up again.

Suguru Geto , Choso Kamo, Yuta Okkotsu, Aki Hayakawa, Renji Abarai, Reno Sinclar

Work of: Paige, do not copy.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Baby Snatcher || Ichigo Kurosaki ||

A/n: Wrote this before going into work

The hospital room was peaceful—well, as peaceful as it could be after the exhausting ordeal of childbirth. You laid in the bed, eyes barely open, utterly drained but filled with warmth at the sight of Ichigo holding your newborn son for the first time. His usual sharp features were softened, his amber eyes filled with awe as he cradled the tiny bundle in his arms.

It was a beautiful moment.

Then Isshin Kurosaki happened.

Like a hurricane in human form, Isshin swooped in, dramatically wiping away nonexistent tears as he declared, “MY FIRST GRANDCHILD! OH, THE HEAVENS HAVE BLESSED ME!” Before anyone could react, he snatched the baby from Ichigo’s arms, twirling dramatically as if he were starring in some over-the-top stage play.

You could see Ichigo’s entire body lock up, your eyes closing already knowing where this was leading.

“…Give him back,” Ichigo’s voice was dangerously low, his jaw tightening. His hands twitched at his sides, visibly restraining himself from grabbing his father by the collar and shaking him senseless.

Isshin, completely ignoring his son’s impending meltdown, held the baby close, cooing at him with an exaggerated pout. “Oh, little one, don’t you worry! Grandpa will protect you from your mean, scary father! Unlike Ichigo, I actually love expressing my emotions!”

Ichigo took a slow, deep breath. His reiatsu spiked—just slightly. He sworn to himself feeling that his teeth were about to crack at any moment.

“Dad,” he gritted out, fists clenching. “I swear to every spirit in existence, if you don’t give my son back right now, I will commit a crime...they won't even be able to find your body.”

“Oh-ho, threats already? Is fatherhood turning you violent, Ichigo?!” Isshin gasped dramatically, bouncing the baby gently in his arms. “I never knew you had it in you! It took me at least a year before I started having murder fantasies over my own father!”

You let out a tired groan, turning your head weakly toward them. “Isshin,” you mumbled, barely able to lift your hand. “Give. Me. My. Son."

“Oh, but my dear daughter-in-law, you need your rest! Leave the baby to Grandpa Isshin! I will teach him the ways of love, passion, and drama! Just look how adorable he is...nothing like his father!"

Ichigo’s eye twitched so violently you were surprised his soul hadn’t left his body in frustration. His fingers twitched as though he was seconds away from pulling Zangetsu straight out of thin air and settling this the old-fashioned way.

“DAD.”

But Isshin only grinned, unbothered by his son’s barely restrained bloodlust. He looked down at his grandson, then back up at Ichigo.

“…Alright, alright, I’m done.” With a sigh (and what looked suspiciously like a mischievous glint in his eyes), Isshin finally—finally—handed the baby back to Ichigo.

The new born barely opened his eyes looking up at his father until he relaxed again letting out a soft coo.Ichigo’s expression immediately softened as he held his son again, glaring at his father one last time for good measure before muttering, “Idiot.”

Isshin, completely unfazed, wiped away another fake tear. “Ah, I see how it is. My son becomes a father, and suddenly I am tossed aside like an old rag! Cast into the shadows! Forgotten—”

Ichigo turned, eyes flashing. “Get out.”

Isshin cackled, ducked under a swipe then darted out of the hospital room.

You sighed, too tired to intervene, but at least you had your baby back. And maybe—just maybe—Ichigo wouldn’t actually murder his father today.

…Maybe....hopefully

[mightbmel]

Chad kissing your neck with a hand on your hip to keep you still, feeling you try to squirm away from him. He only slides himself in deeper, a hand caressing your soft sides to comfort you in your weak attempt of squirming away.

“Don’t run, my love. You can take it..”

He says, truthfully, confidently, because he knows you can. And the firm yet gentle tone in his voice keeps you grounded. Much more than your fingers twisting between the sheets have.

And Chad kisses you on your neck one last time, straightening upwards to get a view of you like this from behind. Bent over on your hands and knees, sweating, thighs trembling and your skin flushed all over. The sight makes him smile before he pulls back, just to thrust right back in.

[fbfh]

did you know that Dean wakes up one morning and realizes he has a fucking bombshell of a wife/husband/spouse, a cozy (slightly rural) suburban house, and not one but three fucking daughters???? Did you know that he woke up one morning to toddler giggles and little kid bickering and baby babbling????? and your girls come charging in hushing their little giggles so they don't wake up mommy and daddy and so OBVIOUSLY he has to pretend to be asleep so he doesn't foil their plan. he focuses all his energy on keeping his face and body relaxed, keeping his breathing even. they're whispering and babbling and Dean peeks an eye open and looks at the love of his life and these three angels with their daddy's attitude and their mama's heart. they have your eyes and his smile. they're... the best parts of both of you, and there's something entirely new and beautiful in each of them too.

Bobby Dean is your oldest, and her 4th birthday is just around the corner. She's 3 and 3/4 right now, and won't let anyone forget it.

Your second is Jodi John, or JJ informally. She's fought her way half way through the terrible twos and is already getting a head start on the whole 3 going on 13 thing.

Mary Cass, or Cassie, is your youngest. She's just over a year old, and wants to do everything her big sisters do.

And Dean is looking at your little girls, and at you. He sees the way the morning sunlight dapples in through the window and illuminates their tangled hair and disney princess nightgowns. Your face is all puffy from sleep, and you still smell like the apple pie you made yesterday.

it's real, he realizes. that pipe dream that apple pie life.

you gave that to him. you did that. you turned his deepest, most unspoken desires into a reality like it was nothing. and every ounce of joy and love and peace he feels every moment of every day, he owes it all to you. You try to tell him on occasion when he gets all sentimental on you, he deserves it. he deserves every good thing he feels, and he's so great with the girls, he's a natural dad and you couldn't possibly dream of a better husband to do it with.

Because at his heart, Dean is a family man. He's your family man.

[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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[wordsfromthymouth]

things learnt

‪ ❤︎‬ pairing: byakuya kuchiki x f reader : readers physical description is not specified

𓇬 drabble challenge, 100 words. prompt: “so that’s what you’re into!” 𓇬

warnings: 18+ smut (kids don’t read this shit) praise. word count: 100

"Ah, so, that's what you like." Byakuya's voice was calm, with the tiniest hint of amusement, and at your expense, no less.

You were lying on your back, breathless and shaking. His eyes fell to where his cock sat buried in your still-pulsing cunt; the evidence of your explosive orgasm was dripping all over his abdomen and thighs.

Your face and ears burned with embarrassment at his words, and Byakuya chuckled dryly. A rare sound to hear.

"Do you want me to say it again?" He asked as he leaned in closer. You looked up shyly and nodded.

"Good girl."

@bleachsmutfest

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

DRABBLE: HE’S SO F**KING BIG THAT HE COULD CRUSH YOU & YOU LOVE IT (18+) (for Fem!Readers)

Writer’s Note: I came up with this on the fly thinking of getting pounded into my mattress by Zoro & how big n strong he is. He’d probably leave me all bruised & achy but it’d be totally fine with me! This is for the girls who adore the big bois. Enjoy! -Jazz 💋💋💋

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“You’re…so…big…and…strong!”

Each word was punctuated by a thrust by your boyfriend hovering over you.

Correction: your very big, very strong, very sexy boyfriend hovering over you, his dick filling you to the brim and his big, veiny hands pinning your knees to your chest. You love it when he does this. When he shows you just how strong he is.

You can’t help but tell your man what he already knows, panting and raggedly moaning out this statement as he puts your ass straight into the mattress. A big, prideful smile stretches across his handsome face shining in sweat from constantly, roughly fucking your pretty brains out of your head.

“Yeah?” He teasingly asks. “Does my baby love gettin’ pinned down and fucked by her big, strong man?”

He speeds up, fucking you at a pace that has your pants and heavy breaths increasing. His cock seems to stretch you out every single he plunges back into the velvety, wet walls of your pussy that squelch and clench around him, gripping him and keeping him there inside of you.

“Yes!” You damn near scream out. “Yes, I fucking love it! I love gettin’ fucked by you, Daddy!”

You grip his hard, broad shoulders and pecs you could motorboat forever, digging your nails into his skin as he fucks you harder. Faster. Rougher. He smiles down at you, leaning down to press a passionate, searing hot kiss to your lips. “Good girl,” he whispers against your mouth.

He then tosses one of your legs over the other and begins to fuck you from the side, driving you up against the bed. Thank God the pillows are above you because your head would be knocking against the headboard at this point…but it is knocking against the wall every time he drives himself into you with all the energy and force he can muster.

You love it when he gets this feral. This uncontrollable. This unbound and unbridled with his strength. You can’t get enough of it! The way he can toss your body and limbs around like a salad, rip your clothes off (which he has), and use you as he wants to is everything you want and need.

You love feeling his big body on top of you, feeling his weight pressing down onto your body while your feet dangle from his shoulders and his dick pummels into you.

You love feeling his big arms wrap around you, making you feel oh-so small yet safe, his bulging veins prominent underneath his skin. You can’t resist the urge to run your fingers up them every time he snakes them around you or to tell him to squeeze you more.

He often gets nervous when you tell him to do this, especially during sex, but he does it, squeezing you to your little heart’s content. “Is this okay?” He would ask, concerned. “I’m not hurting you?”

“No!” You’d squeak out, smiling contently and feeling like a boa constrictor was hugging you. “Harder please!”

But you especially love it when he flips you over without even asking (because he knows you want it) and drills your shit from behind. His big body mounts you and his calloused hands grip your hips as he drives his hips into you again and again and again.

Sometimes, he forces you into his favorite position (face down, ass up) and locks your legs in with his powerful thighs while pounding your pussy from behind, sending you reeling like you are now. He has now tossed you onto all fours, ass tooted up and face pressed into the bed. His hands dig into your hips and the flesh of your ass that you can tell you’ll have bruises tomorrow.

But you don’t care. You can’t care. Not when the sex is this fucking amazing. Not when your pussy is squelching and dripping and gushing and singing around his beautiful, thick, fat, veiny cock.

“You’re the only one I do this for,” he pants out, transfixed by the way your ass bounces against him and the way your pretty pussy takes him. “Only you can make me this fuckin’ insane.”

You want to tell him the same thing. That his big body and even bigger muscles make you absolutely unhinged. His ripping abs. His bulging biceps and pectorals. His thighs that look like they could crush watermelons and you. The way his size and height make you feel so small even when standing next to him or lying in your bed with him which he sometimes makes you feel is doll-sized.

He’s just so goddamn big!

But your tongue is too tied and your words a babbling mess to reply. But he don’t give a shit. One of his big hands move to grip your throat while the other smacks your ass, leaving it stinging. “Give me your fuckin’ words, baby,” he huffs. “C’mon, my dick isn’t leavin’ you that speechless, is it? Let me know how you feel.”

And so you say the only words on your mind as your orgasm quickly begins approaching: “I-I-I love you!” You sob, open-mouthed and bawling into the mattress.

He doesn’t answer immediately, but when he does, you can tell he’s smiling: “I love you too, baby. Now make that slutty pussy cum for me.”

And as usual, when you cum, you cum hard all around his dick. And when he finally cums for you, he pins you down underneath his body and fills you to the brim with all of him. “Take it,” he demands. “Fuckin’ take all of me, baby!”

You do. You don’t have a choice. He is right on top of you, forcing you to take all of his cum deep inside of your pussy. By the time he finishes, you are both exhausted and his nut drips down your inner thighs, creating a pool between them that stains the sheets beneath you.

With a sigh, your man gently pulls out of you and flops down beside you onto his back. You turn your head toward him and admire his toned body with muscles carved from steel and stone glistening in sweat and adorned in the afterglow of a good, rough fucking.

Noticing your eyes on him, he turns to you and smiles, love and all the affection all woman could want in his eyes. “Okay?” He asks.

You tilt your head up and press a small, loving kiss to his lips, exhausted, achy, and oh-so satisfied. “Okay,” you sigh.

Dedicated to: Zoro, Bakugou, Geto, Gojo, Grimmjow, Sukuna, Law, Shunsui, Shanks, Toji, Aizawa, Ichigo, Nico, Kirishima, Nanami, Worick, Fatgum, Draken, Choso & any other beautiful, big man I’m missing lol

[dealervel]

NEW POST FROM @munybagd

his prize possession ! idk what this really is yall… it’s a drabble ig …

His favorite kind of girls were the lonely ones who sat alone at the bars while their friends danced around with other men, gosh he could go for those all day - taking them to his home and molding them into his personal 'good little girls' before slowly getting tired of them and throwing them out. But the day he found you he just couldn't throw you out.. he wanted to keep you. You were his prize possession, he treated you like a trophy — everything you wanted he would get not matter what it was.

But if you want something you had to do something back in return and those 'returns' were movies for him... the once sweet man at the bar offering to pay for your drinks and making you giggle now had your hands tied up with a camera in your face. “Smile for me baby” his voice raspy but heavenly — the only thing you could do was smile. “Good girl” his ‘good girl ’.. his ‘ innocent girl ’.. his ‘ beautiful piece of art ’.

His friends were even jealous of him. His sweet girl who started to do everything for him — “ my love .. could you make our guest some tea? ” your sweet smile and cheerful voice made the other men crave you. “ you’re a lucky man ” , “ mmm i would love to be laid up with her all day ” , “ her innocence… it would drive me insane ” , “ she’s such a sweetheart ” .

Those were a few things his friends would say about you — sometimes they would be sweet and kind things but sometimes it would be very sexual things. Yet he never got mad but instead he would do some of the things with you … fucking you by a big open window, playing with you under the tables at restaurants, or even teasing you in front of his friends. You were his ‘ prize possession ’ and his only.

“shh.. shh you’re okay my sweet girl” he whispered in your ear causing a goosebump reaction to hit your warm body. pumping and pumping you felt your nails dig deeper into his back while his cold hands helped your body bounce on his thick cock — “ you feel it baby? is that why you are lost for words? ” the non stop pumping now had your legs twitching. You felt his breath against your skin .. it was heavy and yet steady. he wanted to please this his toy … because again you are his prize possession and soon to be the love of his life.