#bleach x black!reader

[apollostears]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ！︎ʽ︎ 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢

‥︎ uhh idk what to call this. a blurb ? KEEP READING !

‥︎‥︎‥︎ ANGST

“i’ll change” he always said. in the beginning the words sounded promising—︎legit. now, as she catches him in yet another lie, “i’ll change” wretches itself from his chapped lips. the words fall with a loud thud on the cool tile beneath them. the weight of the untold lie weighing it down. she hears it. the same way you can hear when a bowling ball drops on a hard ground. he hears it too. but its a different sound. its the sound of something expensive begin bulldozed to the ground, shattered into unsalvageable pieces. it was the sound of her heart breaking, because she knew what he meant. “i’ll change, but not for you.”

…︎…︎…︎ ❛︎ toji, hawks, sanemi, suna, renji, ichigo, trevor belmont, eren + whoever else ❜︎

[hoetachi]

WHEN U FEEL LONELY — K. TŌSEN

➠ DJ! tosen x jamaican! reader

she seh mi deserve a bag ah trophy

FLASHING NEON LIGHTS, bass booming speakers and a sea of bodies meshing together following whatever melody that entered the atmosphere. this was the sight, as well as the life of the famous international dj tosen. DJ-ing just came to tosen naturally, which brought in the crowds of people almost too easily and soon led him to bring gin and some friends along; being the most unstoppable crew in clubs all around the world

“these girls are wild kan! i can’t wait to see what we’ll see tonight” a toothy grin plastered against gin’s lips as the video of girls sitting on their head tops while their legs twisted and turned to the whatever beat that was blasting through the video

“jamaica is one of the best places for a good time, so i don’t think we’ll be disappointed as along as we give them what they want” shuhei chimed it as emerged from the back of the jet and took a seat across from the two

gin was ecstatic for this trip— they weren’t sure if he was excited to play his set or moreover for the amount of girls he was gonna try to take back to hotel, but they definitely knew someone was gonna have to keep an eye on him “especially the girls. you think i’m gonna get a dance while we perform?”

tosen simply shrugged before placing his headphones back on and continuing adjusting the mix he was focused on, mixtures of old school reggae and the newer generation of dancehall to accommodate everyone perfectly. yeah, gin and shuhei joked constantly that he keeps his head down in his laptop he’ll look like yamamoto before he even touch the ripe age of 30. he always disregarded them because they don’t understand he doesn’t get head over heels about every woman he crosses paths with— he just rather have someone understand his passion and why he loves it; that’s his version of finding the one.

after finally landing on the island, they were immediately escorted to a rental car with a driver. they drove through the busy streets of MONTEGO BAY. people of all ages traveling by foot, either heading to/from school, work or to a shop as well as vendors on the roads selling fruits or cds; some even washing people’s cars as they waited for the light. love di vibes by i-octane sounding loudly through the nonstop streets, caused a smile to tease the young dj’s lips

this wasn’t his first visit to jamaica and he just love that he’ll forever feel nostalgic when he’s here— a lot of good memories from his childhood emerged and it felt as if he was boy again running loose through the streets again.

tosen stared aimlessly through the window as the others asked many questions about the island and itself lifestyle towards the driver. it wasn’t like he didn’t have any interest in the small q&a, he just knew majority of the answers to their questions. this wasn’t anything new to him yet he had to act like it was, just for their sake

the trip to the hotel was enjoyable with all the sights and aromas that surrounded the group. the island blew them away in more ways than they would ever imagine. the hotel they were staying for the time being was another breathtaker. the suite was cozy and nicely decorated and to compliment it was a balcony view of the beach; white sands and crystal blue waters occupied by local fishermen while kids played on the beach without a care in the world, what a peaceful sight

tosen stayed clung to the railing of the balcony as the others argued about who was going to claim which room. his eyes soon shone a interest towards the small collection of shops down the roads, deciding a solo adventure wouldn’t hurt anyone.

pushing himself off the railing and reentering the living room, he grabbed from wallet as well his phone and was trucking it to the door

“where you heading off to, kaname?” shuhei asked as he poked his head out of his room curious on his friend’s departure. “just going to see what the local shops have” tosen simply answered and soon gin shoved shuhei out the way, snickering at the ambushed man

“ouu! bring me back some oxtail then! i heard it’s really good!” he licked his lips with an starved look but was soon tackled back into the room, resuming the earlier fight for who was going to claim said room. tosen shook his head at their antics and left without another thought.

tosen was very familiar with the streets of montego bay from his previous experiences. he wouldn’t say jamaica was his original home, however it didn’t change the fact he had relatives from his mother’s side that lived on the tranquil island. luckily enough for him, his mother taught him the native language to avoid being scammed for being a foreigner and blending with the crowd

many shops littered the strip, yet a particular shop caught his attention unintentionally. two mutts laid by the entrance of the shop which painted in a sunset orange with hand-drawn trees and some the island’s popular fruits

he entered the shop and noticed you almost immediately. there you lean forward against the wooden counter doodling away on back of a receipt he thinks, face full of focus that she didn’t sense his presence once he finally reached the front counter. she moved with effortless grace, her sun-kissed skin glowing with a rich, golden undertone that catches the light. her hair cascades in soft waves, framing precise cheekbones and full lips that always seem to carry a knowing smile. her kind eyes, deep and expressive, hold a warmth like the sun that peek through the open shop window

she jumped causing the pen to fly out of her hand and roll off somewhere under the refrigerator. she felt her cheeks warm, “my apologies” she bowed her head quickly, trying to hide her head in your shoulders. a light chuckle tumbled out from him, “mi da one dat frighten you. it’s my apology” he spoke the language fluently, being exact and precise with the accent

“Wah yuh wudda like todeh sir? (what would you like today, sir?)” she offered a kind smile. he didn’t know if she were just being nice since it’s her job, but he could tell her energy was warm.

“Tree spice bun an cheese please” he ordered expertly, he was quite surprised with himself how fluent his patois sounded after all those missed visits and he could tell by the pause she took the wheels in her mind was turning. nevertheless, she rang him up, “$300”

opening his wallet he pulled out $10 and handed it to her, “keep the change” he said before she could correct him the actual price. she paused again, a more quizzical look gracing her features once again

“tank you” you thanked him suspiciously, causing another chest rattling chuckle from the man. she infatuated him immensely to the point now he was the one leaning against the counter, “weh yuh deh pan latah? (what are you doing later?” he genuinely questioned, staring her down seeing if he could find an opening in this slight facade

“mi ah gwan ah mi yaad (im going home)” you answered rocking back and forth on your heels holding his stare, “yuh mussi tink mi foo foo (you must think im foolish)” she kissed her teeth as if she knew what antics he was trying to pull over her. “you’re that international dj that everyone in mobay has been talking constantly about?”

he shrugged his shoulders, demeanor still lax as his shielded eyes clung onto her every movement. “maybe, maybe not but it all depends on if you’ll be attending this club tonight to really get an answer” he slid a half folded flyer your way. she unfolded it and her eyes shifted quickly between it and him

“Mi nuh undastan” she knitted her brows, curious on what he wanted this flyer to do for you. tosen held a sly smirk.

“stop changing the language barrier”

she cleared her throat and decided to be slick, “what do you not understand?” he asked

“what is flyer gonna do for me? it’s just a piece of paper”

“on the back has a personal invitation to my section” he explained

she laughed wholeheartedly causing his eyebrows to raised. he doesn’t recall saying thing particularly funny, so bashfulness settled in slightly “do you do this with all the girls back home?” she teased, picking up on the light sweat on his temple. “n-no! i just wanted you to consider coming out tonight instead of going home”

“i’m only poking fun,” she reassured him with sincerity, “famous dj, yet he gets shy from a simple tease”

“i don’t do a lot of talking with my job”

this peaked her interest again “are you saying this is the most you spoken?”

“yes.”

she pondered a bit, nibbling on her bottom lip before she made her next decision. “hmm it’s only right you get a name for generous invitation. it’s y/n” she properly introduced

“it’s my pleasure to break the ice, y/n” he took your hand; they were calloused yet there was a softness to them. she can say it sort of represented him well as an whole so far; stoic outside persona, but if you took the time to peel his layers back she might avail a more tender side

“so i’ll see you tonight?”

“i’ll make an appearance” she winked before waving him off whilst he exited the shop. for the first time since he started his career, tosen was actually nervous for tonight.

THE BASS thumps through the floor, vibrating beneath the crowd's feet as neon lights pulse in time with the music. the air is thick with the scent of sweat, spilled drinks, and a faint trace of perfume. bodies move in sync, some swaying lazily, others grinding with reckless abandonment.

at the bar, a row of glasses catches the flickering strobe lights, the clink of ice against glass barely audible over the gin’s relentless beat. a bartender, moving with practiced efficiency, pours shots and mixes cocktails for shuhei and a couple of ladies that accompanied him, their hands a blur as they cater to a restless sea of patrons shouting their orders.

in the dark corners offer hushed conversations and stolen glances, where laughter and whispered secrets get lost in the cacophony. the dance floor is the heart of it all—hot, electric, alive. every flicker of colored light catches on sequins, on sweat-dampened skin, on the gleam of lips curved in a knowing smile.

it’s chaos, but the kind that pulls you in, a world where the night stretches endlessly, and reality fades beneath the intoxicating promise of music, movement, and the thrill of the unknown. however, tosen isn’t caught up in this.

he’s caught up in this section with you beside him, talking about whatever came to mind and sharing endless laughs. both don’t know what time it was or how many shots you both equally had, but you knew for a fact the conversation is just flowing between the both of you.

he leans in, his lips close to your ear, his voice a low murmur beneath the pounding bass. "It’s a little loud in here, don’t you think?"

you turn slightly, your eyes catching his in the flashing neon lights, amusement flickering in them. "that’s kind of the point."

he chuckles, tilting his head toward the exit. "true, but i was hoping for a conversation where I don’t have to yell." he gets up and offers a hand towards to accompany him.

your brow lifts, playful skepticism dancing in your expression. "oh? and what exactly do you want to talk about?"

he holds the door open as you both step into the cool night air, the muffled thump of the club’s bass still reverberating behind you. you took a deep breath, tilting your face to the sky, letting the night wash over you.

"needed a break from all that?" you teased, watching him shove his hands into his pockets .

he smirks, rolling his eyes. "oh, please. i’m used to the chaos that goes on in these things."

there was subtle silence yet the heavy bass still hums through the club’s walls behind him, but it didn’t seemed to matter too much out here. under the soft glow of the moonlight, it’s just the two of you.

"didn’t think you’d actually show," he says, flashing her a lopsided grin. his voice is smoother now, stripped of the commanding energy he had behind the decks. he noticed the beach from across the way and ushered her to follow him

she laughs, slow and knowing, tilting her head to the side as she looks up at him during their walk. "i figured i needed a break."

"and here i thought miss y/n was party pooper ." his gaze flicks over to her figure. once they reached the sand, they were quick to take their shoes and start to walk the lengths of the beach.

you stopped by a tree, which happened to have an hammock. you sat back carefully on it, grazing your toes over the cool sand, your voice dropped into a playful whisper. "guess that depends... do i look like i’m all work and no play?"

he joins you without a second thought "not even close."

your smile curves, warm and inviting. "good. then how about you tell me why you didn’t wanna stay in the chaos?" you referred to the club. you didn’t feel too bad stealing him away from his friends but you were curious on how quickly you two became enamored with each other. it hasn’t be an entire 24 hours and you already felt the butterflies in your stomach going into an frenzy being in his presence— mean look at him

the moonlight casted a silver glow over his deep, rich skin, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline and the curve of his cheekbones. his eyes, dark and intense, catch the faint glimmer of the stars above, holding a quiet depth that seems to pull everything around him into focus.

the night breeze ruffles his locs that he let hang freely, and the faintest hint of a smile lingers at the corner of his full lips, like he knows something the world doesn’t. his broad shoulders and strong frame are relaxed, yet there’s an effortless power in the way he stands—calm, confident, like a man who is entirely at ease in his own skin.

the world around him is bathed in quiet, but he commands attention without a single word. in the soft glow of the night, he looks like something carved from midnight itself—strong, striking, and unforgettable.

you became flustered with your thoughts of him and thought it best to focus on the ocean ahead. waves crashed onshore as if begging for your attention long ago— the blue water glimmered just like the stars above, like a friendly competition on who can outshine the other

“the beach brings me a peace that i can’t ever pay for. my mother always told me to find someone that brings that same feeling” his voice is low and smooth, if it was any quieter it could’ve been one with the gently breeze

you turned towards him again, tilting your head with a gentle smile. “you’re a simple man, tosen” he watches you for a beat, the way your lips curve into that innocent smile makes his heart almost want to flutter out of his chest and right into your hands

“is that a bad thing?” he questioned, gentle and curious as he adjust himself to lay down. his embrace is open to you and you nuzzle into him

the hammock sways gently, cradling you both in a slow, rhythmic motion as the night air hums with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant waves. your head rests against his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing soothing, like a quiet lullaby. his fingers trace lazy circles along the bare skin of your backless dress, his touch light, almost absentminded, but you feel every stroke, every whisper of warmth against your skin.

“no, mi just like dat bout you.. and you in general” you confessed

he wished he could stay in this hammock all morning with you against his chest, but the reality of his job could never let him have such a luxury. he found it ironic how the world could give him almost anything he would want, but not what he truly need. meeting you was the greatest pleasure in his years of living, not one woman could compare to the beauty you held within your heart nor in your body— one of a kind and the tortuous thought of leaving without you, made his head hurt and stomach twist, it was an sickening feeling

he didn’t know how to tell you this would be your last time seeing due to his next flight being later that afternoon. he felt guilty to earn access to your heart, just for it to be left here right on this beach with his

“i leave in a few hours” he broke the sound silence and for a second he thought he felt you wince at those words, making him nauseous for a moment

“when will i see you again?” your voice was barely above a whisper. they felt fragile as if you gave anymore power to them, his time would go from hours to seconds. you tilted your head up to him and you both didn’t realized how close you truly were.

the moment hangs heavy between you, thick with unspoken words and the weight of uncertainty. his hand finds your waist, fingers pressing gently as if memorizing the shape of you, unsure if he’ll ever get to touch you again. you don’t move away. don’t stop him. but you don’t lean in, either.

Still, he takes the risk.

his lips meet yours, slow at first—hesitant, searching—until the need overwhelms him. the kiss deepens, raw and urgent, pouring everything he can’t say into the space between them. but yet he wants you to feel that he will see you again. his fingers slide up your spine, pulling you closer, but there’s still a flicker of distance, an edge of hesitation in the way you respond.

for a moment, just a moment, you kiss him back—soft but fleeting, like a whisper of something that could be. then you slacken. a sharp inhale. a lingering pause.

When he finally pulls away, his breath is unsteady, his forehead resting against yours. he searches your eyes, hopeful and yearning. “i’m not sure, but i’ll be back” hoping this glimmer of hope you can take for now and hound until his return

“you promise?” you breathlessly asked, small and hopeful and that’s all he truly needed from you.

“i’m a man of honor as well as a man of my word. i promise you, y/n”

please reblog this. i went through HELL to write this

[sangorous]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋

word count: 1.4k

genre/warnings: angst/none really?

kuchiki byakuya x black!fem!reader

Heartbreak invokes different emotions in someone. It can cause suffering, depression, emptiness, happiness, a sense of relief, and the list could go on. For some, a breakup is their escape from something they're not happy with. For some, it's a never-ending saga of sadness.

For Byakuya, he wasn't sure what he felt. He was relieved that [your name] could finally be happy but felt empty. It's been a year since the couple split, and he hasn't found out how he felt. This was supposed to be their fourth anniversary. Now that he's beginning to think of it, there was a time when he was happy. It was when he was with her.

Four years ago, Byakuya was in a happy relationship. His first relationship and he didn't want it to end. Their first encounter was when she entered his plant shop and looked for [favorite plant]. Instead, she became captivated by his cherry blossom tree in the back.

"I've never seen one in person," she gushed in awe.

"Beautiful isn't it?" he stood beside her as she nodded.

"Here, I can let you through the back to get a better view," he grabbed the keys from his pocket and unlocked the back door.

He led her through the back, and her eyes lit up. It was beautiful in person. She looked so happy there, so he didn't want to interrupt her. He searched for the [favorite plant] as she stood there.

It wouldn't take him long to find it, considering that he's the one who created and designed the shop, "there you are..." he muttered to himself. No wonder why she couldn't find it. The other plants in its area covered it.

The last thing he wanted was to disturb her peace, so the plant was placed to the side. Whenever she was ready, she could take the plant.

"Thank ya' so much!" she smiled at the long-haired male.

"You're welcome," he smiled back. This was a genuine smile; it wasn't fake.

Since that day, he's been intrigued by the girl. Every day he'd hope to see her, maybe show up out of the blue. That week he'd purposely act like he was doing something productive by the door. Unfortunately, she never came. Or so he thought.

Hearing the little bells make noise, and he quickly and calmly walked over to where the plants were and pretended to work. It was her again. What should he do?

"Good afternoon," he cleared his throat, trying not to peak over her.

"Good afternoon; how's your afternoon so far?" she hummed, looking around at the plants.

"Been pretty slow, might close up early today," he sighed, glancing over at her.

"Yours?"

"Ugh! I Don't know where to start; let's say my afternoon isn't great. Now I'm here trying to find another plant child to ease my nerves," she huffed, looking at various plants around her.

"Do you own a spider plant?" she shook her head no and gestured for her to follow him.

"This is beautiful," she gushed, looking at the plant.

"Spider plants purify the indoor air by eliminating the harmful chemicals that float around you, and I think that it'll help you calm down at times," he took it from the hanging planter.

"I knew if I came back here, you'd be able to help me again," she followed him to the register.

"I'm glad to hear that," he tried his best to hide his red cheeks, but he couldn't.

"How much?"

"Only $20..." he trailed off, waiting for the receipt to print.

"And maybe a cup of coffee tomorrow if you're not busy?" he added while she nodded with a small smile.

"Of course, here!" she grabbed a sticky note and wrote her number for him.

"See you tomorrow," she waved goodbye as she left the store.

Once that door shut, he let a deep breath out. He couldn't believe he had done that; he had asked her on a date. What was shocking was that she said yes.

The following day came rather quickly, and he was a bit nervous. What if she changed her mind last minute?

He was becoming anxious, but he didn't understand why. He was here five minutes early, while she might be on time.

Byakuya sat down at a booth near the door, hoping to grab [your name] just in case she walked in the door. Tapping his fingers on the table, he heard the coffee shop's bell ding. There she was; she looked beautiful.

"Hey!" and his eyes lit up a bit.

"Hello," there was a slight smile as he exited the booth.

They walked over to the counter, where he paid for their drinks and sat at the booth. When they got to know each other, he learned that [your name] was completing her master's degree in [major], and she was in her last year. She realized that he had started his business two years ago and grew his plants in the backyard of his house. He also had a younger sister.

In both of their eyes, they felt like they had hit it off. Especially Byakuya. "we should see each other again... How about dinner Saturday night?" She slowly nodded, trying not to smile.

Agreeing to that date at the time was probably the best thing [your name] could do. Byakuya had this mysterious aura about him that she was intrigued by.

They'd have dates every Friday, but more than each Friday was needed for him. His eyes lit up whenever she stopped by the shop, and eventually, he'd ask her to be his girlfriend.

Despite him not being fully open about himself, [your name] was okay with that. They found a way to make it work, but it wouldn't be able to last forever. A sweet relationship filled with laughter and good times turned sour real quick. Neither of them saw it coming; it was a surprise. A surprise that grabbed them by the neck.

"I do not understand what you're saying..." he trailed off, staring at her.

Of course, he knew what she was saying. He did not want to accept what she was saying. He was not ready for this yet.

"What is hard for you to understand right now? Let's go our separate ways... We're not happy anymore. We try so hard to try and salvage this relationship, and it just leads to more arguing. I'm unsure why you're so scared to open up to me, but I can't keep losing my mind. I ask the bare minimum, but I can't keep fighting you over that," Byakuya couldn't speak. Everything she said was right.

And he knew that once she was right and made her mind up, she was not changing. So she would be leaving for good this time. There were no breaks from each other for two weeks or maybe a month.

"I'm sorry, Kuya... I can't this time," he felt tears falling down his face or thought he did.

Maybe they were in his head. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. Why couldn't he? He didn't understand why his body was suddenly paralyzed. His eyelids wouldn't shut. What was going on?

Hearing the door slam told him that everything was already over. He's lost everything. The only person who'd keep him sane. The only person who made him happy. The only person who helped him try new things in life. He couldn't lie; it felt like he got the wind knocked out of him.

There was a "thud," and those knees were dropping on the floor. The silence in the apartment consumed him while he stared off into space. Now his tears began to stream down his face. He lost the only thing that mattered to him.

He opened the heart in his necklace and looked at the picture of the two of them, "you were beautiful," he whispered to himself.

The slight smile on his face was bittersweet. He wished she could still be here to spend time with him again. He was hoping that they'd be getting ready to do something that they'd love, like going to the beach and staring at the stars until she'd let a yawn out, or going on a picnic at an empty area around the park, or even a lovely dinner where'd they'd be in the farthest booth away from everyone.

Byakuya couldn't lie. Sometimes he'd wait for her to come through the doors. He hoped they could restore what they once had, but he already knew it was done. They were over.

He'd do everything right if he just had the chance to be with her again. He'd listen to every feedback she'd given him and incorporate it into their relationship. He'd be more open with her instead of holding everything in or everything back. He'd also let her know how much he loved her and how beautiful she was.

[shiinavanhellsing]

𝙏𝙪𝙧𝙠𝙨 (𝙄 𝘼𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙯𝙚)

“I just want to lunch you, want to dinner you, and dessert you. Don't deserve you, these niggas don't deserve you right. Talking loud cause you think a nigga never heard you right?”

- Cash Cobain, Play Cash Cobain (2024)

ᴜʀʏᴜ ɪꜱʜɪᴅᴀ x ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴄ

word count: at this point way too much but it's worth it, just trust me

synopsis: when Uryu finally faces Azure after her capture from the Bambies, he gets a lot than what he bargains for when she shows off her vulnerability.

cw: cunnilingus, oral (f receiving, m receiving!), squirting, creaming, adult language, penetration, doggy style, cowgirl, modified doggy style, lotus, missionary, drug usage, nipple biting and minor acts of violence (mdni!) and yes Uryu is a adult during all of this

Uryu then placed his hand on the cold steel door, he thought that it was a lie until the potent fragrance of brown sugar, coconut milk and toasted marshmallow danced around his nostrils. He was amazed by the fact that the swift lioness deity was even in here in the first place!

He knew of her presence when he entered Paradise Island with Ichigo, Orihime and Chad when they first encountered EBK Hekka. But to actually see her for the first time in weeks? Insanity!

He then opened the door to be greeted by a nasty punch to the throat followed up a swift elbow to the nose. Uryu immediately restrained her until he felt a harsh bite his wrist.

“OW! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I LITERALLY DIDN'T COME HERE TO FIGHT!” Uryu snarled.

“Nigga please!” A familiar voice snapped at him, “You was there when them whack ass bitches jumped me, you could've done something Uryu! The fuck you thought this was?!”

“Azure?” He asked feeling a small warm smile form on his face. “Oh my god, you're okay!”

“Oh my god, you're okay!” She stated mocking him. “Fuck outta here bro, you abandoned me dick head!”

“Azure, I'm so sorry but I had to.” Uryu stated, carefully choosing his words. “It's a long story....” He then was taken aback by the atmosphere of her prison chambers.

It was all muted but light, the sky was a ombre hue of blue and white.

What was once the cold, bland yet sleek black metal flooring now turned into soft pillowy grains of teak colored sand.

The itchy cot that was basically a large potato sack was formed into cotton candy shaped clouds.

When he finally got to take a look at her, he was in awe by her beauty. She was sitting down on one of the clouds looking at him in a way like she was studying his movements.

Azure looked ethereally breathtaking. Something about her just drove him insane in particular, she was brash and hot-headed despite having the element of peace and tranquility. She didn't take shit from anybody and she always spoke her mind.

“You just like them other niggas it's so funny.” She chuckled, breaking him out of his sudden trance. “You act so fuckin dayroom towards me around ya little friends to put up this front like you're so much better than me when you're really not. It's pathetic my heart!”

“Dayroom?” He repeated slightly glaring at her. “I always took an interest in you and your powers. I saw the potential in you that nobody else has.”

“You act like you're only here for my well-being and my god like powers but in reality you're obsessed with me.” She remarked, using a sultry singsong emphasis on “obsessed”.

He then started to feel his face redden up and his body aching. It's like she has him under his spell.

The young quincy was warned about how seductive the divine divas were supposed to be but this was on a whole other level.

Intimate feelings were bubbling inside of him, he really couldn't shake any of it off no matter how calm and collected he looked. She was right, he was, no IS obsessed with her.

She then smirked and took out the cream white blunt from her bra pocket, then rustled out a metallic white gold lighter with dark silver lettering of “Azure” written in fancy gothic script.

Uryu kept his eyes glued to her, the way she blew out the smoke from her weed. It's like he literally has become fascinated by her every action.

“If you wanna smoke with me just say that, you keep staring at me every time I take a puff bro.” She giggled, handing the blunt towards his direction.

He then politely declined her tempting offer but, sat down next to her edging himself closer to her. “So, what happened to Olori, Lotus and Nuria?” He asked genuinely.

Azure bit the inside of her lip and sighed, running her fingers through her hair. “Shit man, I wish I knew what happened to Olori, last time I saw her she was with Ichigo and em. Lotus is with them squad eight niggas, so I just know that nigga with the kimono happy as fuck that he got to be with her now. Nuria might be in Hueco Mondo with Hagi, Kartier and Nico.”

Tears started forming around the brims of her eyes, she immediately started wiping them away not wanting to show off any signs of weakness at all. “I'm supposed to be the leader of the divine divas and I had one fuckin job son.” She murmured.

“Zuzu...” He mumbled, wiping some of her tears away. “I swear to God when I catch Bambietta thot ass it's on sight!” She growled. “Can't believe I let her sneak me like that, I'm literally the reincarnation of the lion war god Shu and I literally almost had that bitch Candice by her throat-”

“Technically, Shu was a peaceful deity.” Uryu corrected her, finally giving in and taking a puff from her spliff. “But, he fought willingly in combat when necessary. Azure, you don't have to put all the burden on yourself-” She then snatched the blunt his hand and used it to mush his head to the side.

“Fuck up, you only saying this shit because you switched up on us and joined the opposition! You switched up on me!” She hissed. “And for what?! Some fuckin ego trip to get over your goddamn daddy issues, hmmm? My dad abandoned my mom and the rest of my siblings but, I ain't never went to look for his bum ass approval. That nigga can suck my dick from the back and choke on it for all I care.”

He wanted to tell her so badly but he couldn't, he was in way too deep and Uryu couldn't risk getting exposed for being exposed for true intentions of joining the Sternritters. Especially when Yhwach has eyes everywhere.

“I unfortunately can't tell you any details on why I did what I did, but I do assure you that I still care about you and I cherished ever single moment we had together training side by side despite how short it was.” He beckoned, lifting her chin up with his index finger. “And I'll even prove it to you right now if I have to.”

He immediately smashed his lips onto hers tasting the flavor of cherry cola from the clear gloss she was currently wearing.

He then started to move towards her neck, sucking and kissing on it. A couple of small moans were heard here and there from Azure but, she was still a bit too prideful to let Uryu know that he got the best of her.

He then moved from her neck to her collarbone with ease, unzipping the cropped beige hoodie Azure sported. He began to playfully bite on her left nipple earning a slight hum from her in return.

“S-Shit.” She managed to muster out as he flatly pressed his tongue against her right nipple and begins to start sucking aggressively. Without noticing, Uryu stuck his middle and index finger inside of her soft plush shorts he then also started to rub small fast circles around her clit.

The one thing that she loved about spending time with Uryu was how laid back he was around her, He would drop the quiet and strict act with the drop of the hat and it was like he was a whole other person.

He was more goofy, sarcastic and more charismatic. He still has his traits of solidarity and morality but, also learned how to cut loose and not to stress himself out over stupid shit.

There were even times that he would catch himself using the lingo he learned from Azure on the Karakura gang which caught everybody else off guard, especially Ichigo.

One time he accidentally stated that three particular captains in the gotei 13 were starting to move a bit tender over Lotus but, thankfully Dotty and Riina covered for him while teasing him for talking like Azure for a whole month.

“Oh my god....FUCK!” Azure whined throwing her head back. Running her hands through Uryu's hair, her vision began to wane in and out of consciousness, fighting the urge to pass out from the sweet relief of him devouring her pussy like it was his last meal.

The one thing that always charmed Azure about Uryu was the fact that not only he actually knew how to eat pussy, but how amazing he was at it!

The first time they flirted with each other, he was joking around with her about eating it until she passes out. One thing led to another and he definitely put his money where his mouth was because, he literally started panicking as soon as he saw Azure with a smile on her face and her eyes shut.

“Uryu, fuck! You look so good eating my pussy like that!” She moaned. “FUUUUUUUCCCKK! You look so sexy sucking on my clit like a pacifier!” A cocky grin formed on his lips and he continued to bite, suck, eat, lick and kiss on her pretty pussy.

It was like she was on cloud nine, Azure was so happy that Uryu was with her again.

Yeah, she had a short fling with Shuhei but it was like he kept stringing her along for the ride and truth be told: she didn't think that the feeling was mutual either.

He removed his lips and pushed her legs back so aggressively, her knees were about to touch her shoulders. She bit her lip and rolled her eyes back slightly hissing at the feeling of his dick slowly inserting into her throbbing pussy.

He pinned her arms above her head, starting thrusting in and out her quickening his pace. Her moans started growing louder and louder with each stroke, the lewd noises growing increasingly louder with each thrust.

He then had her straddle him as he continued fucking her brains out as tears starting to spill out of her eyes.

“FUCK! URYU, I'M ABOUT TO CUM! LET ME CUM.” She whined. “I know ma, I know. Just hold on for a few minutes.” He groaned, letting out a low moan.

“Shit! This pussy is so magical baby. Got me obsessed with how pretty it is with my dick inside of it.”

After the both of them came he slowly pulled out of her, his cock being coated with a sparky white creamy substance no thanks to Azure.

“Nizhoni are you fuckin serious?! Look at what you did to my dick!” Uryu snapped being caught off guard, calling Azure by her real name.

“Aww duh yu fulljoy yuh likkle conjugal visit wid me? yu seemed tuh really fulljoy a eat mi pussy...” Azure cooed batting her eyelashes at him.

He then playfully glared at her and snorted at her response. “I thought that I fucked that attitude out of you real good, yet here you are still talking shit...”

“Yes nigga, you did. But clearly you failed at fucking the sarcasm and shit talking outta my system.” She jokingly sneered at him.

“You a whole lie and a half because last time that I checked all I heard was ‘fuck Uryu, you're digging in me. Mmm, nut in me papi. This your pussy daddy.’ every time I was deep in your vagina.” He clapped back accurately mimicking her.

“First of all, you're dragging it because I ain't say any of that at all!” She exclaimed playfully smacking his chest. “Secondly, you're talking all that shit right now but then you wanna keep saying how tight and wet my pussy is every time you in it.”

“The fuck am I supposed to do, lie?!” He exclaimed making the both of them laugh. “Your pussy kept gripping the hell out of my dick per stroke! I thought you was milking the hell out of me. If anything this is your fault!”

“Not you keep blaming me for having good pussy problems! That's what being a divine diva comes with.” She huffed out. “What do you want me to do clean it up?”

“Umm, yes?! You did this to me!” He growled gesturing towards his member.

Azure sighed dramatically rolling her eyes while she started kissing Uryu on the lips once again.

“I'm still mad at you for not letting me nut in your mouth.” She mumbled in between kisses making him suck his teeth.

“You're such a fuckin brat.....” He grimaced grabbing a chunk of Azure's ass. “You're so lucky that your pussy is immaculate.”

“Aww, I already know that.” She purred, slowly kissing and licking on his member. “You're the one who always smells like a coffee creamer after our sessions.”

“Even when I'm on the receiving end, you still wanna be a smartass?” He gritted. “Bet. I got something for you.” Uryu followed up with a low moan, grabbing fistfuls of Azure's hair in the process.

Her head was bobbing up and down as her chrome colored cream white nails were seen gingerly grazing his member back and forth.

She ended up choking a little bit and slowly letting her throat loosen up every five minutes almost making Uryu cum so quickly.

It's been a long while since he's been in here having sex with Azure and yet not one Quincy has even thought about questioning his whereabouts for some strange reason.

She then felt the warm liquid filling up the back of her throat and she ended up swallowing each and every drop of cum before she went back to kissing him.

“Not for nothing but, don't you have somewhere else to be right now?” She asked cautiously. “What if they start looking for you?”

“I was basically tasked with looking after you all day to make sure you don't try to kill anybody.” Uryu replied.

“Yet here you are, rearranging my guts and eating my pussy like you're on death row. Says more about you than you think, right Ishida?” She chirped referring to him by his surname.

Getting tired of her sassy ass quips to everything he says, Uryu pinned her arms down to her back, aggressively bending her over on all fours.

He then slowly inserted himself inside of her and roughly started to penetrate her with each moan growing louder and higher from both parties.

Azure then decided to start throwing it back on him matching the rhythm of his strokes and letting him know that she wasn't gonna do down without a fight.

Noticing what she was trying to do to him, Uryu then grabbed her by her neck and then grabbed her by waist and started to speed up the pace.

“You really think that you're gonna get the upper hand on me? Babygirl, I'm literally always three steps ahead of you. Remember that.” He gritted before licking the side of her neck and tugging on her hair.

After coming at the same time once again, Azure managed to catch her breath as she slowly turned herself around facing him placing her knees on the bed.

She then aligned his member to her slit and carefully inserted it inside of her making her whisper a low fuck under her breath.

“What's up dolly, no smartass comeback this time?” Uryu taunted her. “Aww, did I almost break your pussy like last time?”

“Fuck up.” She grimaced lightly choking him as she started riding him. “Mmm, you like seeing my pretty ass riding you like this?”

“Fuck Azure, that ass moving just like water. SHIT! YOU ABOUT ME BUST QUICKLY, FUUUUUCK!” He moaned.

“You like staring at my pretty fat pussy while I'm grinding on it baby?” She cooed, letting out some moans that was about to make Uryu tap out. “Mmm, what's wrong? N-no smartass comeback this time papi?”

“Why would I need to respond back to you when you about to tap out first ma? Don't think I notice you getting weak in the knees......Mendoza.....” He grunted, scooping her up by her thighs drilling her insides to the core in result.

“S-Shit! Baby why don't you just let me hav- FUUU-FUUCK PAPI YOU'RE HOOKING DEEP INTO ME. I'M ABOUT TO COME, SHIT I'M ABOUT TO COME!” She whined, having her voice getting higher and higher with each moan. Tears were spilling from her eye sockets and her body started shaking with their libidos at a all time high.

She then ended up coming first, squirting all over his abdomen and lower body feeling her soul almost escaping her body.

He ended up coming five seconds after her, ribbons of cum shooting out of him and onto her stomach and inner thigh.

“Oh my god, what the fuck just happened?” She breathed out feeling her body tingle from the back to back rounds. “The hell did you do to me?”

“I fucked you?” He responded in a deadpanned “duh” like tone which made him smirk arrogantly. “And you came way too quick.” He added earning a light flick of her fingers to his mouth.

“Fuck up! You jack hammered me, you never let me have my fun.” She pouted, purposely flicking her bone straight platinum white hair in his face.

Uryu rolled his eyes on how childish Azure was acting and started rubbing her inner thigh. He felt bad that he didn't let her come on his face when he ate her out earlier.

Although, he'll never fully admit this to her Uryu loved the taste of her cum on his lips and it always made him act like a fein when she sat on his face and started grinding on his lips and nose.

“If I eat your pussy again and let you come this time are you gonna stop acting like a fuckin brat?” He asked planting small kisses near her thighs.

“Bro, if you wanted me to sit on your face just say that. Stop being a fuckin tease all the damn time, this is why I be nutting too early. Goddamn!” She snapped.

Despite her playful bantering with Uryu, she managed to gently sit on his face. He immediately gripped on her soft plush ass cheeks and started lapping his tongue onto her pussy.

“Ooo....shit!” She moaned. “Right there baby.”

Uryu managed to speed up the pace but this time he decided to get creative, he started to start spelling her government name with the tip of his tongue while continuing to suck and bite on her clit.

Her cum was starting to coat his tongue as he felt his lips becoming glossy and the sweet taste of vanilla rum on his taste buds slowly making him drunk.

Thank god he can actually hold his liquor unlike a certain lightweight substitute soul reaper.

She ended up coming on his mouth and he lightly tapped her thigh signaling her to get off of her. The both of them sloppily kissed each other, Uryu letting Azure taste herself from his mouth.

“Oh. So you were actually deadass about being pussy drunk the entire time.” Azure murmured, with a light-hearted smirk forming on her face.

“Yeah, something like that.” He mumbled into the kisses.

“So are you staying here tonight or what? You missed being up under me baby?” She hummed, softly rubbing her fingers all over his face tracing each outline and detail of his facial features.

“You saw what the rooms looked like, umm duh!” He stated. “I'm not laying on no cold ass floor on some fuckin itchy ass rags no thank you.”

As Azure slowly drifted to soundly to sleep on his chest, a sharp pang of guilt hit his chest like a truck. He felt bad for betraying everybody especially Azure.

Luckily this wasn't going to last long at all, but he needed to get everything in order before Yhwach found out.

“I promise you that I'm going to make up the lost time once this is over” He whispered into the crook of her neck.

He then planted a few soft kisses on Azure's tattooed shoulder and finally went to sleep knowing that she was the one person that mattered to him despite their constant back and forths and sarcastic remarks.

[monstas1ut]

omg ur backkk 🥹💓 can’t wait to read ur latest writing glad to see u on my dash again!!

I ammmmm😊 I’m really throwing up ideas from outta my brain lmao. If you have any ideas that I could work on, I surely will! That goes for everyone though too.

I am working on an Armin x black!reader fic and he’s a nerdy dom…

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

♧↝𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 ♤↝𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ♡↝𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ♢↝𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄

{𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇}

—𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗈

—𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗂

—𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖺

—𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺

—𝗒𝗈𝗋𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗂

—𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂

—𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗐

—𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗂

—𝖻𝗒𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗒𝖺

—𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗎

—𝖺𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗇

[gaar8a]

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

[wxxpingangxls]

big men with hefty muscles who purposely don't hold you still when you're having sex together - particularly when he's eating you out - purely because he wants you to think you have a chance at escaping his overstimulating grasp. no no no, he wants you to run away. he wants you to run away so he can yank you back to your place by your ankle, before giving you a knowing look. he loves seeing the sudden shock and fear over come your face before it contorts into pleasure once again. and instead of fear coming on your face, you come on his. he truly loves his life and more importantly he loves you.

Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Kishibe, Kenpachi, Shuhei, Shunsui, Reiner, Choso, Sae, anyone else 🤗

[doodlenoodleboi]

Characters I can’t find fanfiction for or little of part 3

Literally the main character. Just a fine side character

It’s ego what can I say. Literally the main    character again

Just two well refined gentlemen that I need to ravish me.

(I just noticed I put ippo twice)

[mtcloudsworld]

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | lower case intended, short smut, +18 mdni, creampie, reverse cowgirl, p in v, black!fem intended, pet names: baby, daddy, doll,

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | suguru getou, onyankopon, ryomen sukuna, renji abarai

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 | just a little sum sum ;) enjoy!! ignore any errors, thank you <3

𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌 | masterlist

"mmm, baby..."

"s-shit, just like that..."

"like that, daddy?"

"yeahhhh...like.. that... Just, like, that...there you fucking go." he coos, releasing a throaty grunt.

"oooh f-fuck daddy!' you wailed, bouncing up and down.

you ride him, you ride him good.

reverse cowgirl.

the perfect angle to see his glossy cum coated cock slide in and out of your tight soaking pussy.

you ride him relentlessly to the point he loses all sense of control. you had him wrapped around your finger. constantly worship you while he bit at his bottom lip, head thrown back as shameless whimpering moans emits from your lips.

he was just eager to fuck you.

eager to get his dick wet.

eager to feel your pussy wrapped around his cock.

pussy lips clenching around him, you milk him to a T, sucking every last drop till you were filled to the brim.

his creamy goodness eventually creates a sticky, warm feeling where your hips meet. as you wind your hips, you feel his tip kissing at your cervix repeatedly.

"f-fucking hell, doll." His hands roughly slap your ass once more, watching it jiggle within his veiny hold as he goes to spread your cheeks apart. he observes your shared cum rolling down the base of his shaft from your drooling cunt as you continue to go down on him.

your pace slows down, your hand placed at his defined abdomen, you lustfully gaze over your shoulder at him, bashing your lashes to give him a pleading look for more.

he notices you starting to grind steadily against him.

"feels good now don't it?" he becomes smug, taking a hold of your hips, "you love riding daddy's cock don't you baby?"

and like the obedient babygirl you were, you nodded with a gentle. "mhmm."

"mhmm, I know you do, c'mere."

his arms wrap around you securely for you to lean back in his embrace. moaning loudly, he starts to fuck you hard, deeply pounding into your cervix while kissing you sloppy.

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

p.s: thank you for all the love and support <3<3

[backwzzds]

thinking about sending your man a video of you waiting on him while he was at work. he’s been gone since you woke up this morning and won’t be back till tomorrow. it was hard wnough trying to control yourself throughout the day, but now—now you couldn’t help it. you just couldn’t behave when you sent him the twenty second video just for his eyes, snickering the moment you heard the whoosh sound of your message deliver. you knew he was gonna be pissed, but you didn’t care. you needed him, and you needed him real bad. he doesn’t miss the way your long acrylic nails get stuffed in your cream as you fill yourself with them in attempt to replicate the existence of his own slender fingers. your soft moans infiltrate the video as you watch the nasty sight of your own cream drip onto the base below you.

he sends you back a reply in just under a minute. you were so lucky his brightness and volume was always kept on minimum in hopes of less distractions during his meetings. and thats exactly what you were being in the moment; a distraction keeping him from work. watching you spread your cleanly shaven cunt so far open he could see inside your gaping hole begging for him to come back home. he stared at your gummy walls in envy as the bulge in his work pants grew larger. your plush thighs are barely enough to keep your slutty legs open, and he grows angry enough to see you enjoying this based on your smirk in the video. he was gonna fuck that same malevolent look off your face, he promised himself. the way that his eyes falter upon the screen he’s squeezing so tight below in his hand and his jaw clenches doesn’t go unnoticed by his coworkers. he assures his cohort he’s alright, and that he must excuse himself. with a heavy trip to the bathroom, he wastes no time in typing you a two second reply. you were gonna get it now.

pookie <3: yeahhh, u jus wait till i get home.

EREN, CONNIE, ONY, draken, ICHIGO, renji, KENPACHI, urahara, CHOSO, TOJI, luffy, LAW, ZORO, CROCODILE + any of ur faves

[tojiscumdumpster]

⠀ ⠀⠀ "unwanted" MATRIMONY

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀byakuya kuchiki.

✧ summary to preserve the existence of y/n's clan, she is forced to wed the twenty-eighth head of the kuchiki clan—byakuya kuchiki.

✧ content warnings reader is described as a black woman who uses she/her pronouns. clanhead!reader x captain!byakuya. bleach verse au (no manga spoilers) byakuya is a noble, so they'll both be speaking as such. lowkey giving royalty au vibes. told in first POV — reader's. tropes included: arranged marriage, childhood rivals to lovers. usage of c*nt, missionary position, fingering, nipple play, praise and breeding kink, primal play, terms of endearment — blossom, my love, etc. plot with smut, fluff, and a touch of angst if you squint hard enough. lengthy, but the build up is worth it and necessary!

✧ author's note i don't have much to say, but here's to adding more bleach men to my roster. i knew i wanted to write for byakuya because that's my baby daddy, and now i finally have this idea i hope you guys enjoy. support me by reblogging, liking, and commenting your thoughts. i would greatly appreciate it. ♡ MINORS AND BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS - DO NOT INTERACT.

 I must make my days do, lazing around in my private chambers as I am bound to a marriage I wanted no parts of. Especially not with Byakuya Kuchiki. 

 Lord Byakuya, as he prefers me to call him.

 Because I am the current and possibly the final head of the L /N Clan, I am forced to complete my duties as such. Those duties entailed me following through with my grandparents final wish: get married and keep our family name alive. 

 Which I have no issue with fulfilling. 

 My dreams are filled with having children with a man that loves me. To extend our family and grow old together where our souls will find each other in another life. 

 However, I hadn’t planned my marriage to be an arrangement that I wasn’t aware of because of an agreement our grandfathers had prior to me being born. 

 It’s shocking, honestly. More so, ludicrous for them to think this was okay. But I just couldn’t deny my grandfather. Not when his palm was in mine, lacking its warmth that’s usually there due to his near passing. 

 I remember tears staining my cheeks and a smile gracing his when he made his final request for me. 

 That was two years ago. Now, I am married. Have been for almost a year and every day I dread my decision. 

 How could I possibly wed a man as cold as Byakuya Kuchiki? We barely speak. We sleep in separate chambers. The most we see each other is during dinner because it would be ridiculous to have the servants prepare us food at different times. But even so, the silence and tension always remains deafening.

 And to make matters worse, we have yet to consummate our marriage. 

 This is something I cannot possibly do on my own. He may or may not be attracted to me, and I am convinced to assume the latter because he never utters a look in my direction. 

 It’s shameful how he treats me. The words he spoke to me the night of our ceremony is a constant memory I do my best to forget but cannot. 

 I’m officially married. Not the way I expected to be, but what other choice do I have? Grandfather has died and I made a promise to him to marry and bear children to keep the L /N Clan everlasting. Even if that meant being forced into marriage with my childhood rival. 

 As we sit side-by-side next to each other, bowing and thanking all of our guests for their blessings, I feel the coldness radiating off Byakuya. Of course, one of us has to be graceful and fake smiles while greeting everyone, so I am left to the task. 

 Byakuya? He doesn’t hide how dissatisfied he is with how this night is going. 

 To an extent, I understand. Forcing to wed after the loss of his wife, Hisana, is not ideal. Despite it being centuries since her soul has passed, I’m almost positive the heartbreak is still present. 

 Maybe tonight reminds him of her? 

 “Byakuya—what is the matter? Is everything alright?” I inquired. I turn to face him and await a response. 

 The squareness of his jawline catches my attention and I think how it was carved by the gods themselves. I’ve known Byakuya since we were both children, and seeing the fine man he has grown into today never ceases to amaze me. 

 His profile is… beautiful. I’m mesmerized by the softness of his pale complexion and how it contrasts with the darkness of his raven colored locks. 

 The further I stare at him, the more heat floods underneath my cheeks and my mouth watering at the sight of his beauty. 

 But when he finally speaks, all of the emotions I’ve felt have completely diminished. 

 “Do you feel no shame being forced into a marriage where your partner feels nothing for you?”

 Since then, I’ve kept my distance from him. I remember the pain that pinged my chest when processing the words that left his mouth. I remember rushing to my chambers after the ceremony and crying until it felt like a million shards of glass were piercing them. 

 Yes, I feel ashamed. But I never expected Byakuya to be so direct with me. He’s certainly not the young boy I remember growing up with. Where we would make everything into a competition. 

 Our swordsmanship. Our knowledge. Our abilities. Whatever can be turned into a challenge for us, Byakuya and I competed. 

 That led him to be a captain of the Gotei Thirteen and twenty-eighth head of the Kuchiki Clan. And me, the twenty-third head of my family. I initially wanted to enter the Shin’ō Academy along with Byakuya, but I chose to stay with my family and oversee our medicine and agriculture. 

 However, even when he entered the academy, he always made time to see me because we were friends before any juvenile competition we made. 

 So why can he not see his wrongdoings in our marriage? Could he at least try for the sake of me fulfilling my duties? 

 All that keeps me company are movements of the servants coming in and out of my chambers, along with the river that flows past my view. 

 As always, dinner is silent. 

 Byakuya has returned to the manor after attending his captain duties, and this is the only time of day where I see him. He is stripped from his formal wear and has been dressed in a simple dark blue yukata that has specks of cherry blossoms scattered across the garment. 

 If I didn’t loathe him so much, I could take my time appreciating how handsome he looks while being in the comfort of his manor. His locks are released from the kenseikan he wears that symbolizes his nobility as the head of the Kuchiki Clan. 

 I occasionally steal glances at him while he eats, and yes, while I do despise being in this forced marriage just as he does, I can’t help but be captivated by him.

 My lady parts wouldn’t allow me to deny the attraction. 

 As I watch my beloved husband, I think of all the sexual acts I would like for him to do to me. Please me in ways I could only imagine he can do. Make love to me and whisper in my ear how breathtaking I am.

 When I look at Byakuya, I think of all the times I’ve spent time with Lady Kyōraku and she tells me how madly in love she is with Captain Kyōraku. How well he treats her, and even with his demands in his new position, they spend much quality time together. 

 She even graced my ears with a few details about a picnic session they recently had where it led to activities that typically aren't done out in public.

 I wonder if my husband will ever be reckless enough to do an act as obscene as that. 

 Not likely. 

 I hate quiet, especially while we eat together. What is the purpose if no words will be spoken amongst each other? No eye contact. No going to bed together after we have finished. Why? 

 Why am I not able to be served dinner in my private chambers? Surely, I can make a request for this going forward. 

 Or… perhaps there is a different way for me to get him to speak. 

 I take a sip of my cremè sake before clearing my throat. “How did your day treat you, my lord?”

 “It was fine,” he responds, flatly. Should I be shocked that he didn’t lift his chin when speaking to me? 

 “There is something I would like to discuss with you.”

 “It can wait. I’m not up for discussion at the moment.” His dismissive tone has annoyance leaching onto my flesh, and I feel like I am on the verge of exploding.

 “Perhaps it cannot. I would like to discuss something with you, my husband.” The authority in my voice grabs his attention and finally, he looks up at me and catches my hardened gaze. 

 He deeply sighs, sitting down his bowl of rice and chopsticks. “What is it?”

 “Maybe we should… begin the process of annulment.”

 His face remains calm. Expressionless, like I always remembered. Does he care enough to show a reaction to me asking for a cancellation of our marriage? 

 This shouldn’t be a difficult decision for him, so why is he taking his time to respond? 

 The longer I wait, the more his lack of response bothers me. It’s not similar to before, where the quiet was filled by the sounds of us eating and the servants coming in to check on us.

 No, it’s the silence where if he does not speak, I will make the decision for him and walk out and permanently leave the manor.

 I think of all the conversations I’ve had with Lady Rukia, his younger sister. And Renji, his lieutenant, about how I should be patient with Byaykuya. That, eventually, he will come around and warm up to me being his wife. 

 But how long?

 How long would it take for us to share a chamber? For us to act like we’re in this agreement together? For him to look at me with the same attraction I have for him?

 How long? 

 It possibly couldn’t be more than a year. 

 This is not the Byakuya Kuchiki I grew up with. No, I wasn’t in his life those five years he was wedded to Hisana due to my own family issues. Maybe I could’ve been there for him and witnessed his change that caused him to be so apathetic. 

 However, this cold man that sits before me… I don’t know who he is.

 “Is there someone else you’re interested in?” He finally speaks, breaking me from my musings. 

 I draw my brows together, confused at his accusation. “Are you… insinuating that I am having an affair?”

 “We’ve been wedded for a year. No acts of intimacy have been done between us. Now suddenly you—”

 “Because of you!” My voice roars, interrupting whatever nonsense that he was about to spew. 

 I refuse to allow him to put the blame on me for the stillness in our marriage. I have tried, time after time, and all I am met with is a man that constantly rejects any type of advances I attempt to provide him.

 So, I continue. 

 “I have given you a year, Byakuya,” I begin, standing over him. He looks up at me and again, his expression remains undetectable. “The day of our ceremony, I have accepted that I will be your lady, and on that night, I was prepared for consummation. But what did you do instead? Humiliate me in front of all our guests with your trivial question!”

 My chest heaves an adrenaline I haven’t felt in a while. Maybe even never, however, leave it to Byakuya to rile me up this way. 

 “If you or anyone thinks I will bear children with a man that looks at me with utter disgust, then you all are sadly mistaken.” Are my last words to him before I rush out the supper room, tears threatening to fall, reminding me of the night we wedded. 

 I feel like such a fool. Disgrace descends upon me and my mind quickly goes to my grandfather and the words he spoke to me on his deathbed. Be strong, child, and fulfill your duties as the current head of the L /N Clan. Bear beautiful children with Young Byakuya and fall effortlessly in love. 

 Oh, grandfather. What am I to do? I can no longer stand to be in this marriage. Not like this. 

 Not with Byakuya. 

 By this time already, I had returned to my chambers and began preparing for bed. I allowed my emotions to get the best of me tonight, so some sleep will do me good. 

 But my suggestion of annulment will continue in the morning. 

 Just as I was moisturizing my body, a knock at the door interrupts my nightly routine and I immediately grow annoyed. 

 I know it isn’t one of the servants checking on me. They know when I don’t want to be bothered with. So that leaves the man that’s responsible for my current state of mind. 

 Ignore him, I say to myself. He’ll think I’m asleep and eventually leave. But no. He barges into my chambers, unannounced, and shuts the door behind him. 

 “Excuse me. I don’t recall giving you permission to en—”

 “Do you think this is easy for me?” He asks, paying no mind to my protests. “Being… married to you.”

 I turned my back to him and continued with the task I was doing before he interrupted. “Save me the boredom and keep it to yourself. No need to further remind—”

 “For a year… I have been… fighting these emotions. These… feelings that have been forming in my chest at the thought of you being my lady.” His admission shocks me… but I remain quiet and stare at him intently through my mirror and allow him to finish. “Do you wish to know how I feel about you, Lady Y/N?”

 My chest slowly heaves up and down and I hold eye contact with him. “How?” I breathed. 

 “You interfere with my routine. Daily… weekly… monthly. Just the thought of you has my mind spiraling.” He moves closer to me with every word he speaks. “A noble. A clan head such as myself, loses all sense of control with just a whiff of your scent. Your jasmine scent that drives me utterly insane. I simply cannot act with honor when I’m around you, so I purposely choose to ignore you.”

 “But… why?” I questioned. 

 “Because you are you, my lady. You may think I don’t keep my eyes on you, but I do. All day… every day. I… watch you sit by the river and simply smile at the sight of nature. From a distance, I hear how kind you are when you speak to others. It’s… enchanting.”

 I slowly release a breath and swallow a thick gulp. “So why is that you don’t speak to me? If I’m, as you stated, enchanting?”

 “Speaking is not what I wish to do with you when we are alone,” he admits. Arousal rushed between my legs at the true meaning of his statement. 

 “It is hard for me to believe that you have an attraction toward me, Lord Byakuya.” As if my words triggered him, he takes long strides to close the distance between us. 

 “Perhaps it’s because you do not look at me the way you look at others. I, too, should be questioning your attraction toward me.”

 I stand to meet with him, but fail miserably due his tall frame towering me. Still, I stand firm with my gaze. “Others such as who?”

 “Shūhei Hisagi,” he deadpans. 

 “You’re being ridicu—”

 “That smile… Your eyes… The look you give him… you have never looked at me that way before. He personally delivers the newsletter to our manor, which he doesn’t have to, but he does for you.”

 “Are you… jealous? Of the small interactions I have with Hisagi a few times throughout the week?”

 It is hard for me to believe that the honorable Byakuya Kuchiki himself is getting flared up over a platonic friendship between Hisagi and I. 

 Sure, there may be a chance he feels more for me than I know, judging by how his cheeks stain a light pink color when he delivers the newsletter. 

 But in no shape or form do I feel the same way, and I would never stoop as low as stepping out in my marriage. Even if my husband treats me like I am a fly on the wall. 

 Though, now, as he stands before me, slightly flustered, nostrils flaring, and a pinched expression—Byakuya is in fact—jealous. 

 I do not know how to feel about this, but I do know it is better than the distance I was getting before. 

 “Does this,” he grabs my hand to slip between us so I can feel his hardened erection, causing me to suck in a breath, “feel like I hold no attraction to you?”

 “Byakuya,” I barely said above a hushed tone. 

 He presses his forward against mine, whispering, “Everyday… I curse myself for these feelings I have for you, to the point where I attempt to avoid you yet fail horribly because I can’t help but watch you from afar.” His hand gently runs up and down my arm, and this bit of contact burns warmth to my flesh. 

 “I feel wrong. Felt, wrong for having such feelings for you, knowing my late Hisana has passed away. I thought my heart went along with her illness, however, you returned to my life unexpectedly.”

 I lick my lips before asking, “Are you saying you… love me, my lord?”

 “I desire you, my lady. Crave you in ways that make me want to act animalistic.” His lips ghost over mine before he falls to my neck and inhales heavily. “I’ve always wanted to know what it is like to have you on my tongue. To hear you beg for me to give you more than what I am giving.”

 “My lord… please.” 

 He shushes me. “Your beauty is beyond words. I have… never seen a rich, deep, golden brown complexion such as yours. You hold yourself with grace, but I know you’re a minx underneath these silk garments.”

 He begins trailing faint kisses along my flesh until meeting with my face once more. I stare at him and take advantage of his ash-colored hues that resemble the sky on a cloudy day. 

 I don’t recall ever being this close in proximity to Byakuya. I’m enthralled by the smoothness of his skin and the color of his lips that reminds me of a thousand cherry blossoms. 

 I want to kiss him. I, too, also want to know what it feels like to have the taste of him on my tongue. Just—

 “May I kiss you, Y/N?” The octave of his voice, slightly lower than usual, breathy with a touch of desperation… it does something to my core. 

 His cheeks flush red and my eyes widen at the sight of him. It feels like this is a fantasy, a moment I thought I would only see in my dreams. He is completely vulnerable, stipped down to where he forgets the formalities and calls my name. He is like this for me because of me. 

 When he is like this–I do not loathe him.

 “You may.”

 Byakuya gently presses his mouth against mine, our lips merely touching as if he is skeptical about what he is doing. He pulls back to look at me and I know desperation is shown on my face. And I know he feels the same.

 How he engulfs my arm with his hand, applying immense pressure to show his desire for me tells me so. 

 My breaths are staggered. I’m thinking, what will he do next? Will he turn around and return to his chambers, regretting this moment ever happened? No. He does not. 

 He caresses my nose with his, breathing me in before meeting with my lips once more. 

 This time, he cuffs my face and deepens our kiss. My hands latched  onto his wrist to hold him in place because I will not allow him to show any skepticism once again. 

 Byakuya takes his time exploring my mouth, but a touch of eagerness is shown when his tongue slips inside of me to get more. Heat hums throughout my body and I feel wetness pooling between my thighs due to the lack of under garments I am not wearing. 

 Is this what it feels like to kiss him? Is it normal for my limbs to grow weak? As if he read my thoughts, he sweeps me off the ground and wraps my legs around his waist. Our heads move side-to-side in unison while we devour each other’s grunts and moans. 

 We head in the direction to my futon and ever so lightly, he lays me down and pulls away from me. 

 “Strip for me.” His order is soft but filled with dominance I can’t be anything but submissive to. 

 I untie my silk robe, slowly until it falls off my shoulders and bares my body. His eyes… where I know Byakuya to be calm and collective during battle, right now a beast rages through him, and I am his prey that he is ready to feast on. 

 My legs spread, revealing my sex that is moist beyond measure. A growl forms in the pit of Byakuya’s stomach and it spreads chills down my spine.

 He palms my breasts while gazing at me and I shudder from his touch. I could believe that this is in fact a dream, but it is not. 

 No longer than a second later, and he pinches my nipple between his fingers. 

 “My lord,” I softly cried, arching my back. 

 “You are art, Y/N.”

 “Address me as your lady,” I demanded. 

 “Apologies, Lady Y/N.” He leans forward to press a quick kiss to my lips. “Is there anything else you would like for me to do?”

 “Strip for me as well,” I instructed, teasingly. 

 His yukata drapes low on his hips and I am met with his slender build. Squared shoulders. A trimmed waist. And an abdomen where I would enjoy rubbing my wetness along that leads to what will bring me pleasure tonight. 

 He stands to completely remove his garments and my mouth floods at the sight of him. His groin, hard and veiny, drips liquid that I’m yearning to taste. 

 Byakuya, as expected, is well trimmed, but leaves just enough hair, perfect to my liking. 

 He’s much larger than I imagined. A size I need time adjusting to, that’s for certain. 

 “Am I up to your liking?” He quips. 

 I hum, tugging my bottom lip between my teeth. “Perhaps.”

 The smallest chuckle, almost faint, escapes his mouth. “Perhaps…” He mocks, catching onto the lie that I uttered. 

  He kneels down before me and sucks my lower lip into his mouth while he widens my legs even further to bring pleasure to my cunt. Those slender fingers, so long and delicate, slip inside of me and I mewl at the slight intrusion. He massages my walls as if he is exploring, attempting to familiarize himself with how I pulsate around his fingers. 

 I break our kiss to moan his name, and my lord takes advantage of the opening to plunge his tongue in the back of my throat and sink deeper into my cunt. 

 I never expected Byakuya to be well equipped with his fingers this way. Those same fingers that are used for battle are currently being used to bring me to my release. 

 Soon, his lips find the valley of my breasts where he leaves bruises on my flesh with teeth. I whimper so pathetically, shocking myself at the sound that leaks from me. 

 He sucks on my nipples greedily, like a starved man that’s hungry for his lover, and this time, I let out a moan of his name. 

 “Byakuya…”

 He looks at me through his lashes and firmly grips my breast. “Remember, my lady. Address me as your lord.”

 “I am sorry, my lord. Please… I can no longer wait. I want to come.”

 “Where is that fire that was present earlier? Begging?” I clench around his fingers at the sound of him taunting me. 

 He flickers his digits quicker inside of me, pulling such obscene noises from my cunt that mingles with my moans and his praises in my chambers. 

 Byakuya, this time, does not kiss me. No, instead, he ogles me and gently holds my chin in place where I am forced to watch him deliver me a release I’ve been waiting a year for. 

 There was a time where I thought he didn’t have an ounce of attraction to me, and now here he is, pleasing me in a way I haven’t been before. 

 “Oh, Lord Byakuya… I… I’m about to come. I feel a release coming,” I purred. 

  “But I have barely touched you, blossom.”

 I latched onto his wrist and rolled my hips to meet his fingers thrusting inside of my cunt. “I—I know. I’ve been waiting for this… for so long.”

 “You’ve fantasized about me bringing you pleasure?” I nod, causing a small smirk to form on his lips. “Tell me more, Lady Y/N. What else do you want? Would you like my shaft inside your tight cunt?”

 “Yes.”

 “Tell you how breathtaking you look while being filled with me?”

 “Oh, yes. Yes, Lord Byakuya.”  

 The faintest, most gentle kiss is placed on the side of my mouth and I feel the tension at the bottom of my stomach unraveling.

 “Are you prepared to bear my children? To have my come flooding your cunt until it drips out?” He ghosts over my ear. “Will you take me?”

 “Bya… kuya…” My orgasm suddenly crept onto me and I’ve created a mess on his hand. 

 I throw my head back and moan to the gods above. I can’t stop shaking and he continues to pump his fingers inside of me. 

 For a year I thought this man loathed me, but tonight I am proved otherwise. 

 Lord Byakuya has described himself as a madman when he is around me, and it is shown when he doesn’t permit me the time to come down from my release before guiding his cock to my entrance. 

 I look between us, anticipating the moment he enters my body and wondering how I will take him. 

 He attempts to push himself inside, but is met with interference and clicks his tongue. Frustrated at the constriction of my cunt because his cock is aching to feel my walls. 

 “I see she is as stubborn as you are,” he taunts. 

 I slyly smirk at him. “Giving up—Ohh…”

 Byakuya does not allow me to finish my retort before giving me one long thrust between my folds to completely stuff me. My brows knits together at the slight intrusion and hint of pain that’s mended by my wetness. 

 I’m… stretched. How could he fit? He’s so… big. Large. I feel his veins pleasurably grazing me when he slowly begins to pull in and out. My cunt molds around his cock like he’s all she knows and I gasp with every movement. 

 My thighs are pushed back so he could see all of me, to see how I’m swallowing him whole. He swears underneath his breath and seeing Byakuya so vulnerable like this has me pulsating. 

 “You… are amazing, my lady. This cunt of yours… It's perfect,” he declares. “For a year you have been keeping this from me?”

 “More, my lord. Give me a bit more.”

 “So desperate for my come, are you?”

 I eagerly nod and grip his forearms to take his pounding. He wastes no time acquiescing to my request, increasing his thrusts to pull such lewd noises from me.

  I’m almost embarrassed by the loudness of my dripping sex. I’m practically making a mess on my futon and I’m mortified that the servants will need to replace my sheets. 

 Again, his mouth and hands are back on my breast, sucking and circling my nipples until they ache. Byakuya alternates between the two to show equal amounts of love and I have never felt so overwhelmed.

 He drives into me with so much passion while marking me with his teeth and alleviating the pain with his tongue. 

 “When I breed you, you will be completely mine, my love. You will be full of me, carrying my child,” he rasps, rutting into me with more force. “How many will you give me?”

 I gasped. “As many as you want, Lord Byakuya. Just please… make me come again. I feel it approaching.”

 “So come for me, blossom.”

 His thrusts are harsher than before. The head of his cock repeatedly presses my sweet spot and I feel the spark of electricity tingling in my lower back. My breasts are still occupied by his mouth, but they move obnoxiously with the rhythm of his poundings. 

 I cry his name, scream to my lord how wonderful this feels and tears prick the corner of my eyes. His free hand that was on my breast moves to thumb my clit to aid with my near release. 

 Byakuya moans soon joins mine to tell me how my cunt squeezes his cock, nearly strangling. And if it were to lose circulation, I would be the cause. But does he not feel how he throbs inside of me? 

 How he hopes to breed me so we will be bound for life? 

 “You asked me earlier… if I love you. Would you still like to know?”

 “Yes, Byakuya. Tell me… do you?”

 “I do,” he simply answers. “Since the day I saw you staring at the river and smiling at the water flowing. How could I not love you?” He brushes his lips across mine and lowers his voice. “How could I not love you after having you like this? Having your beautiful body, every dip and curve bare underneath me?”

 “Lord Byakuya… I’m coming.”

 “And you sound beautiful when my name drips from your lips. Continue calling me your lord until I have filled you with my come.”

 Over and over, he rocks into me at a frenzied pace, causing my orgasm to burst out of me. Tears stain my cheeks and arousal prickles my flesh from my overwhelming release. However, Byakuya does not let up until his thrusts are uncoordinated, indicating his own climax.

 Coming together as lovers for the first time after our ceremony has me seeing stars in my chambers. His load… it’s heavy. Hot and sticky. It mingles with my own come and creates a mess between us.

 Lord Byakuya, too, is a vocal lover. He comes down from his own release and whispers how ethereal I am. How he would never grow tired of pleasing me and filling my cunt. 

 But it’s the delicacy of him brushing my coils away from my face and placing soft kisses on my cheeks that causes my heart to skip a beat. 

 An hour has already passed, and we have been basking in each other’s presence. His embrace is comforting. It provides me with a warmth that was well needed to fill the coldness beside me when I slept alone at night for the past year. 

 “I’m sorry,” he says, breaking the silence. 

 I know the reason for his apology, but ask anyway. “For what, my lord?”

 “For the discomfort I have provided you since our engagement. You didn’t deserve that… Before anything, you were a dear childhood companion of mine and I treated you horribly.”

 His kind words move me. I place my palm against his cheek and look up at him. “We can discuss it some more later on. For now, I would like to enjoy your company. Is that okay?”

 He kisses the top of my head and pulls me further into his arms. “Of course, my lady… Of course.”

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[luvlyycy]

"fuck, make me a mommy, 'chigo. pleeeaase.." you push your ass back on the orange haired male, his whole body shudders— "ya wanna be a mommy?"

"fuck, yes please."

he groans as he flips you over, hands pushing your legs sharply against your chest, folding you into a mean mean mating press.

his mouth hangs open as he fucks you, squelching and slapping clouding your mind as he bullies his fat cock into your juicy and squishy pussy.

"ohh fuck, baby. tell me how much ya wanna be a mommy, yeah? tell daddy just how bad you want 'im to breed ya." he grins when your tongue lolls out your mouth, drool slipping down your chin.

"shhoooo— byaddd... !! so bad. s'fuckin'bad!! omigod, 'm g'nna—"

"cum." ichigo demands, pushing his dick as far as it could go inside of you. your squishy body feels so good beneath his rock hard one..

you let out a sharp shriek as you cum all over his cock, creaming and squirting— he lets out a deep grunt as he does four more thrusts before cumming inside and filling up your greedy womb like you told him too.

"guess 'm gonna be a daddy.."

[kinq-sleazee]

18+ feral thoughts of meanie!ichigo pulling your hair while you top him of in his frat brother!grimmjow cause it’s his birthday and that’s my man.

tw! degradation, oral , recording 🫶🏾

♕ ♕ ♕ ♕

they’re so bad too. like super sleazy bros that major in mansplaining and manipulation but get absolutely irate when you choose the bear !

you’re the problem not them.

why’d you wear such glossy lips if you didn’t plan on sucking dick today , whore ?

valid.

meanie!ichigo is very mean about it. he doesn’t care if you can breathe. he’ll pinch your nose while he feeds you his cock. in and out , brutally thrusting into your warm wet mouth. the way your throat bulges makes him throb.

meanie!ichigo moans so sluttily when you gagged around him. it feels so good , y’know? wraps your hair around his hand and just holds you against him. you couldn’t move even if you wanted to.

“that’s it, sweetie. be a good girl and take it. that’s all you’re really good for anyway”

fratbrother!grimmjow has the camera making sure to get every single angle of you chocking on his bro. loves the way you whimper and whine.

he’s definitely stroking his cock in time with ichigo’s thrust. you look so good with all those tears running down that pretty face of yours.

“y’know you sound way smarter with a cock in your mouth, pretty. can’t wait for my turn”.

[gaar8a]

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.