#bleach headcanons

[aizenswhore]

Have you ever noticed that the book Uryuu is reading in ep. 227 of Bleach is written in German?

One of the lines ‘Alle scheitert’ should mean “Everybody/everything fails”. I never studied German, so it would be really appreciated if someone would like to barge in and point out more details❤️

[daddyissuesmademe]

men who look at you like you are their whole world.

men who notice your abnormal silence only to realize you are overthinking and quickly interrupt with a soft "hey, i love you"

men who take pride in being your safe space.

men who would want to give you the moon but realistically can't, so instead they make it a point to send you pretty moon pics every day.

men who understand how much their presence calms you down and they actively seek you out when you feel anxious.

men who put you first. always. Not because you expect them to, but the truly want to.

men who give space and are patient with you, who console you, comfort you, reassure you

men who love you just because. It comes to them as easy and naturally as breathing.

men who provide, because they want to, not because they think less of you and your independent choices, but because they think you are above such mundane tasks that might bring you even a percent of stress.

men who maintain their tones throughout the conversation, because not only they understand the impact of loud harsh word but also why you feel the panic need to raise yours in an unbalanced situation.

men who understand why in a movie, the male lead finally found and chose to stay with their tortured/ kidnapped partner instead of running behind the bad guy.

men who hold onto you, so tightly, burying themselves into you, because they truly believe, your embrace is the problem to all their solutions.

men who are in love with you, truly, madly, foolishly, completely, proudly, unabashedly, timelessly.

[backwzzds]

ೃ⁀➷ call her daddy, ichigo kurosaki (nsfw)

inexperienced ichigo has a time with his slutty girlfriend.

thinking about giving flustered!ichigo head like. you both were sophomores in college but known each other since elementary. first grade was the year ichigo learned he had a crush on you, and for the past twelve years, it’s been hard for him to keep quiet about it.

the thing was, you were polar opposite to him. ichigo was such a…boy. he blushed fire red at the sight of any female skin showing, he screamed at any touch of you holding his hand, and he acted a fool the moment he saw you naked. you two have only been dating for a while, the poor boy finally manning up and asking you out denior year of high school.

you on the other hand, you were a girl’s girl. all you ever wore were multiple shades of pink and purple, lip gloss, always had your hair and nails done, and you were expressive in how you felt in every moment. you were the fire to ichigo’s already hot personality, and for some reason you two were like peas in a love pod.

almost three years of dating, ichigo still was nervous around you. and you couldn’t help but admit how much you loved watching him get flustered at the sight of you naked and on your knees.

“‘m i making you feel good daddy?” your voice is sweet as sultry as you lick up the young boy’s blush pink cock.

ichigo can’t even process anything going on in his head at the moment. he still didn’t know how to react whenever you called him daddy. in fact, he was sure you were the dominant one in the relationship and deserved to call you mommy (he’d actually been wanting to call you that for the past 6 months but was terrified of how you’d react).

sex was such an easy conversation for you to have. of course, you were more experienced than he was, having taken his virginity and all. you could talk about your previous sex session the night before over some pancakes and waffles for breakfast like it was the sunday news from the day before. you couldn’t help but explain to him many times why you called him that intimate name.

“me calling you daddy has nothing to do with your dominance, ichi,” you laughed with a kiss of your teeth, “i call you daddy because it’s a security thing for me. sure you’re not big and macho right now, but you make me feel safe and secure. and your dick is big so why would i not call you daddy? ichigo, boy please!”

you loved teasing your man. something about seeing the red head all flustered in your hands was all you needed to feel something between your own legs. nights like this by kehlani is playing on your speaker lowly as you take your time on ichigo. the cherry red gloss plastered on your lips disappeared long time ago and is smeared all over ichigo’s rock hard length as you continue sucking him dry.

ichigo is sat manspreading on your bed, gripping onto your pink duvet for dear life. your sanrio duck nails look so pretty against his dick leaking pure cum.

“fuck, baby,” the strawberry blonde boy breathes out. he’s not sure how long he’ll be able to last. ichigo hated when he cums fast, it makes him feel so adjuvant compared to you. he hated how you did most of the work sometimes. all he wanted was for you to feel good. but little did he know, you pleasuring him was enough to pleasure yourself.

you snake one hand down between your legs and rub your clothed clit through the extremely thin fabric of your lace panties. ichigo’s large hand is snaked across your back and rubbing at the fat of your ass in comfort as you suck on the slit of his tip, driving him over the edge.

“mhm, you like that baby?” ichigo can’t help but nod as you release up off him and lick your full lips. still pumping his oozing length up and down, you reach up to kiss him, all while working his lower half.

ichigo is a moaning mess against you as his lips sloppily engulf your own. “s-shit,” he whimpers. “oh fuck, please baby. ‘m boutta cum.”

“yeah?” you tease with a fresh smirk. “you wanna cum for me? mommy’s got you, baby.” you could see ichigo’s usually honey brown eyes completely widen at the new nickname for yourself. talk about fantasies coming alive.

with screwed eyes shut, ichigo is bucking his hip into your grip. wrestling with pleasure and reality as he fights off his incoming orgasm. sensing his retaliation, you speed up the pace of your hands.

“don’t you fucking hold back on me, ichigo,” you glare at him, jerking his reddening tip faster. you run your manicured fingers across the slit of his tip and give him a stern look, demanding his much deserved orgasm. “you fucking cum right now. cum right now, ichi.” you knew how ichigo got when he didn’t believe in himself, even when it came to sex.

the poor boy is breathing hard and intensely as he grabs onto your free hand and shoves his head in the crook of your neck. finally, he feels his orgasm releasing against your half naked body. “there you go baby,” your voice is softening as the creamy base spurting all over the place in a big mess from his chest to your nipples. “watch me, daddy.”

ichigo fights one eye open to look down at you. there, you hold your tongue out wide as you finish jerking him off, allowing the last of his warm cum to coat your mouth. you use that as lubricant to suck him off just one more time, deciding to overstimulate him a bit.

this riund of head is ten times more messy. with a mix of your saliva and ichigo’s cum practically oozing out your mouth, the only audio heard in your room is the nasty gargling sounds of you gagging on his fat cock, deepthroting the poor thing till you felt his angry head prodding at the back of your throat.

“oh, shit!”

this sends ichigo overboard as he grips onto the duvet beside him and completely bucks up into you, reaching deeper into your throat. he helps you hold your braids out the way as you stay against him for a few seconds, completely blocking your airways as you dared yourself to deepthroat him for as long as you could.

“i’m gonna cum again—fuck!” ichigo screams as he mindlessly pushes your head back down further against him. you could see the reluctance he had in his actions once he realized exactly what he’d done and was about to pull you back up, but you grab his hand and place it back on your head, forcing him to push you back down.

“i got you daddy, make a mess of me, papa.” your voice is sweet and seductive as you kiss all along his tip. you place the mushroom head of his cock back in your mouth and slowly begin cleaning up your own mess. once you were done, you came back up and proudly kissed him, allowing him to suck all his cum off the base of your tongue.

it was so easy to get him nasty like this.

[angelltheninth]

Hollow Ichigo Uses You for Pleasure

"That feels good doeasn'f it? You can't deny it when you keep tightening up every time I pull out and push that cum back in." His near crazy wide eyes dart from your face to your abused pussy. "Push me away will you? Try it. Come on, its even better when you struggle, when you act like you hate this." Your bit your lip from how much you wanted to yell at him but you knew that this version of Ichigo would enjoy that too much.

You would never give the Hollow that satisfaction.

"After this... I... ah, fuck..." You could hardly even curse him out, moans and harsh smacking sounds of his hips ramming into yours being your constant interuption. "I'll..."

"Come. I know. You'll come again. No need to say it." This smug fucking bastard was getting on your last nerves. "Such a good expression while I fuck your brains out. Hate me all you want but you know I won't stop. I never had a hole this warm and inviting." He growled out the last word as if he was mocking you with it. "Nothing beats a good cunt after a mission. Especially yours, I'll be using it from now on 'kay? You better keep it available for me."

Available? For him? You hated how the words made your hips jump and your clit ache for a brief second. "You'll have to make me." You bit back, making sure to leave as deep of marks as you could on his body. His smile widened, hands lifting your up, cock hitting deeper as if to silently accept your offer.

"Every. Fucking. Day." Ichigo promised.

[j-u-u-z-o]

Tell Me,What's on Your Mind? (Kenpachi x F.Reader) NSFW‼️ 18+

AN: Ahh yes, I finally finished it!!!! This is a -very- late birthday present for ZADDY Kenny. He makes me soft. He derseves the whole world and me🥲 I feel like he needs to be reminded that he’s not a monster and that he’s just a good guy who cares for everyone around him. happy birthday Kenny 11.19! 💕 thank you so much for waiting for so long for this too. Enjoy! 😊

Shoutout to: @ur-favorite-pincushion @sister-cna-reader @electronicwitchcollection for helping me with the emotional parts of the story! Thank you 🙏🏾❤️

Synopsis: Kenny has some things in his mind and it’s been repeating over and over in his head, recently. How can he overcome that? You.

WARNING: cuddles, kenny being kenny, looove and confessionsss, humping, fingering, squirting, mirror kink(?), GRAMMAR.

I wanted to make this special so please take your time reading due to pacing and dive into the story! ✨☺️

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The sun rays tried to shine through the curtains but to no avail. The sounds of the birds chirping outside so early in the morning filled the air between you and the man beneath you. The random sounds of wood creaking in the house from time to time. Everything, all at once, felt eerily comfortable — in his ears.

Including you.

Your soft exhales filled his ears while you were sleeping. Your body was felt by the rise and fall of your gentle unconsciousness on his chest. He felt a sense of belonging. The type when a bead didn’t fall off the other end of the knotted string. Peace. The feeling when a bloodthirsty beast was in the state of submission. And truth — Lying beneath him is a fragile woman sleeping on top of that monster.

Me.

Kenpachi stared up at the wooden ceiling. In fact, he has been staring at it for a very long time. His light brown orbs looked in between the cracks in the ceiling — finding a way out of those dark holes that takes up space in his mind. He’s not sure why, but he’s aware that it’s been happening recently. After the war, he lost a very close friend of his. Yachiru. Who isn’t physically here anymore. He blinked slowly and eagerly searched for another crack in the ceiling.

Another reason why you haven’t left him…

Yet.

The white noise filled with your soft exhales sounds oddly pulled him out of those thoughts, randomly. There’s something special about you.

Was it your looks?

Your calm voice?

Your fortunate background? of not having to live in the rough slums?

He took in a deep breath and exhaled as he stared into space, and blinked again. “Mn.” You groaned. His eyes ripped away from the ceiling and looked down at you. your body was shifting a bit from the sudden movement below you. but you immediately fell back asleep, peacefully. He pulled the white blanket up to your back and rested his left hand on your head. His other hand was on your back under the covers. You shifted a bit more to relish his warm embrace.

Protection.

He then looked at the tall mirror in front of the futon and saw his reflection. He noticed how safe you looked in his arms.

You’re not scared?

Of me?

He continued staring at himself before he looked down at you. You looked so calm. His soft orbs observed your messy hair slightly covering your face in your unconscious state. He watched the way your form gently rose up and down on his broad chest. Especially, the feeling of your dry drool on it too he mentally noted.

His peace.

Kenpachi felt comfortable in this state. With you. Weakened by your presence and your relentless love for him. He didn’t want to loose any time with you. So he remained unmoved. Relishing your warmth and his love for you. And only you.

I…never felt love.

I was never loved by anybody in this life.

In this world.

But…she showed me that with open arms.

With an open heart.

To a bloody man like me.

I didn’t even have a name.

And yet…

He took another deep breath to stop being so dramatic. No. Emotional. “Mm.” You hummed again, slowly raising your head up while trying to open your eyes. Your neck strained a bit while you stretched it a little bit.

He observed you. Watching every move you made.

And yet…

“Babe?” You called sleepily, still trying to open your eyes. He didn’t answer. He continued watching the beautiful scene in front of him. You finally shifted your head to face him — chest to chest and your hazy yet dowey eyes finally met his.

“Mornin’.” He said in a low gruff, feeling warm inside and welcomed by your endearment. He stroked your back underneath the white covers — his rough fingers tracing circles on your soft skin. You gave a soft smile and giggled while you rubbed your eyes.

“Mmm.” You hummed. “Happy Birthday, Kenny.” You said softly, smiling at the man in front of you.

Kenny.

He felt another wave of warmth in his chest. A familiar one. Belonging.

Ah. Right. She always call me that. But why?

“You finally ‘wake?” He asked, still drawn in by your beauty — your round dewey eyes and your puffy face from your sleep.

You nodded. “You’re welcome.”

“For what?” He raised an eyebrow, his lips moving downward. He’s confused. You laughed softly at his question. That it echoed in the room. “It’s your birthday today, Kenny. Did you forget?” You kept giggling at the bewildered man below you.

“Hah?”

You sighed and sat up. The white covers fell off your back. Your bare body in full view in front of the man who forgot that today was his birthday. “It is?” He wanted to make sure you weren’t being silly even though, he had unintentionally forgotten about it; he won’t admit it.

“Mhmm.” You nodded.

You…even remember my birthday.

You always did.

Your eyes still felt heavy from sleep but you still looked at him in the eyes — you meant it. You leaned forward and gave him a morning kiss. Your soft lips smacked against his a few times, playfully. His chapped lips slowly began to not feel chapped anymore. You broke the kiss and smiled. “I would give you all the kisses to count for your age but that would take foreeever.” You giggled, raising yourself to stretch as you straddled him. Your back arched to break the tension in your muscles while you stretched your arms above your head. He looked at all the love bites while he admired your beautiful body — caressing your lower back as a silent apology.

You had the most passionate and rough sex with him as an early birthday gift. Which explains why your body felt sore in some places. Nothing hurt though. You felt completely satisfied from the amazing sex you had last night. It was worth it.

Afterwards, you laid back down on his chest. His hand naturally slid down the sheet and grabbed your ass cheek. You raised your leg up by his side to feel his hand fully grasp your ass. A satisfied groan escaped from your nose — his hand felt so warm. To reward him, you peppered kisses on his chest where your face laid on.

After a while, you stopped and traced his arm with your fingers. You watched as it traced his veins like a stream and then gliding up his muscles as if they were mountains.

There it is. There’s that comfortable silence again. But now, it’s felt between you and him.

There’s something special about you.

But. What is it?

The room started to get bright due to the sun’s persistence on piercing its rays through the curtains. Creating a warm atmosphere in the room. And now, the bedroom glowed with enough sunlight. You listened to the random wood creaks in his household and each other’s gentle breathes. However, his mind was still clouded. Unbeknownst to you.

Your eyes felt heavy again — you were going to go back to sleep. But that got intercepted when a sudden rough smack was felt on your ass cheek. You whined. You raised your head to look at him and pouted. You turned away but he did it again. Gently. You let out a playful whine while your head remained on his chest. He chuckled while he grabbed it — He can’t get enough of you.

Another way to get out of his mind.

“You feelin’ alright?” He asked, his left hand gently ruffling your messy hair. You nodded. “Nothing hurts. Just a little sore.” You mumbled, staring at the wooden walls across the room, relishing his fingers massaging your head.

“I’m sorry.” He said.

Your eyes slowly widened. You waited for him to continue but he didn’t. You rose up a bit and gave him a confused look. He looked at you with guilt. “Why?” You said lowly, looking into his eyes for an answer but you saw a sad expression in them. “I hurt you.” He whispered, feeling bad for being rough on you last night. “Ken.” You called him softly. “You didn’t hurt me.”

“But -“ his eyes lowered to your form covered with his love bites. Some are red and some are blue.

“We made love.” You spoke softly, cutting him off. “This is what happens when you’re so in love with someone that you’re willing to show them just that.” You pointed out. “You didn’t hurt me at all, babe.” You gently lifted his head that was atop your head and and kissed the back of it.

“Y/n…”

“Plus, I had so much fun!” You giggled, caressing your puffy cheeks with it.

Just ask her already.

“Why do you love me?” He suddenly blurted out. You stopped in your tracks — trying to register what he said. You stared down blankly at him. Confused. His heart sank. Ready to be crushed. But, Without hesitation, you placed your hands on his broad chest and said, “because I love you just the way you are.”

“Y/n.” He said, looking into your eyes, searching for lies. But all he sees are you round dewey eyes blinking down at him, softly. There’s no fear behind them. He mentally noted. But he wants a better…answer. More, in fact.

“Yes?” Your head tilted.

“What do you see in me?” His eyes lowered. Afraid to know the truth.

I’m a monster. Just say it -

Without delay, your first response was a soft smile forming on your lips. His eyes stared into yours anxiously.

“Everything.” You admitted, your calm voice came out low. smooth like warm honey. Gently pouring onto his face. He took in every word and remained silent.

The birds still kept on chirping and the random wood creaking sounds in his house echoed through the walls.

Again.

His eyes softened.

Again.

There’s that familiar yet comfortable silence. Your voice always ends with a homey feeling. His rough hands brushed your thighs under the covers, gently.

You’re safe with me.

You always have.

As if you read his mind, your soft voice melted into his ears as you spoke:

“I love your honesty.” You lowered yourself to his gaze. “You’re always chasing after what you love. Even when it doesn't necessarily paint you in a good light.” You moved your hand up to cup his left cheek. Your voice poured out on his chest like warm honey again as he watched your lips. “you don’t let your authority get to you because You’re caring — you take care of those working underneath you and actively push for their growth as warriors.” You softly spoke, your soft fingers traced the scar on his face.

He blinked softly. Absorbing your true feelings while he was silently asking for more. You leaned down on his chest. Feeling your nipples on his chest. Your body quickly felt the familiar comfort and warmth as you laid on him. He felt the same way too. So much that he wrapped his arm around your back to keep you close. “You wear your scars with pride.” You added, watching your fingers lazily trace the scar up and down, softly. “And I really like that. A lot. “You admitted, focusing on your task.

“it’s physical evidence of everything you lived through.” You leaned over to kiss it. He closed his eyes briefly. Your warm and soft lips made him feel warm inside while you peppered it with kisses. “and a reminder that as long as you’re living, you will feel the thrill of fighting again.” You giggled, continuing your task. “Kind of like a trophy in a way.” You mumbled, your lips softly traced the scar and moved down to kiss the side of his neck. The gentle lip smacking sounds echoed in his ears.

“Mmm.” He hummed.

His eyes flickered up at the ceiling. Mindlessly, looking for more cracks as you so. But got interrupted when you licked his nipple playfully. Making him twitch. “Oi.” he said, almost sounding like a growl. You giggled. He knows you can be playful in certain situations. Like this. But not now. Not when you’re in a position of vulnerability. You raised your head and giggled at him. “Sorry, I so sound cheesy, babe.” You mumbled, snuggling up in his chest.

“You don’t.” He looked up at you, softly. He noticed your eyes widen slightly from his words. “Hmm.” You blushed, slowly laying your head down on his chest, watching your finger circle his nipple as a distraction.

“Well…” you puckered your lips, trying not to feel shy. “ I love how much you love yachiru.” Your eyes flickered to his almond colored eyes, “the girl is like a daughter to you and she’s very attached to you.” Your eyes glanced at his sheathed sword laying beside his dresser and looked back down to your finger doing its task. “In any shape or form. You taught her to appreciate the simple things in life.” You eyes searched around the room for an example. “like creating your own sun set…on Ikkaku.” You giggled softly. “Even a moonlight.” You added, the motions from your body shifted above him as you laughed at the memories. He snorted and rubbed your lower back.

“Mhmm.” you hummed, switching to caress his chest with the palm of your hand, removing the memory from your mind. “But more importantly,” you took your time to think of the right words to say to him. You looked up at him. “I love you because you love me back, Kenny.” You whispered.

Suddenly the sun was covered in the clouds and room became murky.

“I love you.” His voice filled the void, gently. You leaned closer and your soft lips wrapped around his. A soft and gentle one that lasted for a short moment. but he wanted more. His free hand reached out and held the back of your head and he deepened the kiss. His lips danced with yours — keeping you close to his. The slow yet deep lip smacking sounds filled the air in the shadowy room.

As the slow deep kisses echoed in the shadowy room, You hand reached for his own that laid atop your lower back under the covers. You moved it under and in between your legs and wrapped your dainty hand around his wrist. Kenpachi was lost in the sensual kiss. His lips slowly moved with yours while his eyes were closed. Letting you do your thing. You then rubbed your pussy against his rough callous fingertips. Sliding up and down your slit — aiding you to spread your folds. “Mmm.” You moaned, holding his wrist up as you humped on his digits. The rough calloused pads stroked your folds and up to your clit — sparking fires inside your tummy. You slowly circled your hips — allowing the digits to explore your pussy. The sheer friction making your pussy bloom by making you wet. your slickness starting to cover his fingertips— making it slippery whenever you grind on it.

“Ahh.” You hissed, your pussy throbbing in delight from the friction. You rolled your hips steadily — Feeling the fingertips rub your clit so well. You broke the kiss to focus on the feathery sensation. Your steady breaths fell onto his face. “Ooh. Yeah.” You whispered, circling your hips on the digits for good measure due to your arousal covering them up. He watched how flushed you looked while you glided on them. Soon after, his left hand held the back of your head and pulled you closer to him. His long tongue easily slipped into your mouth — in search for yours. You whimpered when he founded it. The strong appendage circled yours over and over. making you get hotter and dizzy.

You pulled back a little to watch the way your tongues danced with each other. Flicking each other’s tips and twisting them around; earning an open mouth moan from you. The sounds of your tongues gliding around rang your ears, erotically. His fingers stroked your hair as You sucked his long and thick tongue — bobbing your head slowly as if you were sucking his veiny cock, and closing it with a few thick kisses.

The sun still remained hidden behind the clouds. “Mmmm.” The heavy kisses lasted for a while until you broke it. You sat up and licked your lips; making his free hand slide down your back. Your soft hands caressed his broad chest. “Haaa…yeah baby.” You breathed, steadily rolling your hips up as he rubbed your pussy. He watched you as he slowly glided through your folds — back and forth. Your slickness feeling so warm on his fingertips.

Soon after, he bent two digits and began rubbing your clit. Your clit throbbed as he rubbed it in a “beckoning” way. You bucked your hips back and forth with enough force. “Oooh.” You moaned, sounding erotic while the fluttering sensations danced in your veins.. “Unh.” Your mouth ajar as it spread through your body.

“Mmm, I feel so good.” You leaned over on his chest to give him a few kisses, rewarding him for how good he’s rubbing your throbbing pussy. He hummed in agreement, feeling your erect nipples rub his chest, and grabbing your ass cheek, all while you peppered his lips with kisses. Your hand rested on the side of his face while you kissed him — as you’re rocking your body to meet his beckoning fingers rubbing on your clit. “You like that, baby.” He said gruffly in between the soft kisses, grabbing your ass cheek roughly and smacking it. “Mhmm.” You giggled softly in the kisses, making him chuckle and grab it roughly again.

“Rubbing your pretty pussy on my fingers.” He added, focusing on his task as his lips smacked gently against yours, with his eyes closed. You hummed. He did the same while he caressed your ass cheek. “Riding it like it’s my cock.” He said thickly, resting it there.

His big hand felt so warm on your ass cheek. Making you feel more needy for his touch from his last statement. You circled your hips — Trying to get his finger to enter your core. He gave a throaty chuckle in between the kisses and smacked your ass, roughly. You whined while you were trying to get it in.

Soon after, you broke the kiss and breathed onto his face. He slowly slid his thick and long middle finger into your cunt. He watched how hot your were getting while he did so. Your plush walls gladly pulling him in. Your breathes kept hitching pleasurably as you looked at him — taking him all in, in one go.

He hummed in approval when he felt you squeeze around him. “U-unh.” You breathed out, relishing the rough digit now fully inside your cunt. He chuckled at your response. Smirking at how soaked his finger has gotten. “Oh baby.” You whispered, feeling the rough finger thrust into your needy cunt, slowly. You quivered from the slow yet sensual burns from his skin — squeezing it lovingly.

To make this the best morning orgasm ever, the sheets quickly shifted under your feet as you spread your legs further apart and arched your back. Spreading your cunt open more than you think you can. To get it in deeper — to feel everything. Even though, you already are. As if he read your mind, he grabbed your ass cheek with his other hand to “help”you get it inside deeply. He began thrusting his finger slowly into your needy cunt. “Ungh.” You groaned, clenching his finger relentlessly, when he’s only giving you short thrusts.

You could literally cum in any minute.

No. You didn’t want that. Not that you’d minded, though.

He noticed how blissed out you looked. “Y’okay there, baby?” He chuckled, kneading your ass, encouraging you to do as you please. feeling hot, you sighed and smiled softly. You can take it. Just like you took his thick girth with no problem last night. “For the record,m, I’m always okay, with you. Kenny.” You admitted, leaning back up, skimming his chest with your soft hands.

“Hmph.” He hummed and smacked your ass again — making you whine playfully. “I like that a lot, baby.” Relishing the sensation of your fingertips brushing his nipples in circles.

You looked down at him deeply in the eyes and slowly began rolling your hips on the girthy digit. Pushing it back and forth. Steadily with enough force. “Ahh.” You hissed, taking your time to relish the pleasurable sensation, squeezing his finger each time you rolled it up. The light wet sounds was heard between you two — his finger completely covered by your arousal, each time it entered your warm cunt. “Mmm.” You hummed, feeling the sole finger massage your walls and poke your sweet spongy spot.

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“Ahh, fuck.” Slowly bouncing off of his finger while he gave short strokes, the squealching grew more relentless, ringing in his ears erotically. “That’s it, baby.” He mumbled, feeling your slickness drip down his digit and on the back of his hand. His free hand gripped your ass gently while you bounced on the digit steadily. “Good girl. Ride it.” He watched your tits bounce, eyeing your suckable nipples bounce around his sight; distracting him from his strokes. “Mmm.” He groaned, lifting his head up to suck your right nipple with so much need. “Unh. Baby.” You whispered, holding the back of his head, Brushing his hair with your fingers lovingly as you felt his tongue licking your pebbled nipple in circles.

He sucked it with so much desire. “Mmm. Yeah baby. Like that.” You praised breathlessly, clenching his digit. The lewd sucking sounds rang in your ears. He rewarded you by increasing his pace. Pushing his finger up into your sobbing cunt, rapidly. “U-ungh!” you gasped, your hips started jerking and your legs squeezed his sides. “Oh fuck!” you started riding it roughly — His fingertip kept poking your g-spot — making your mind spin.

His tongue flicked your nipple frantically. “Ooooh.” You dragged out. “Hehe.” He pulled back, looking at how hard your nipple had gotten. He looked past you and saw your reflection on the mirror. Your ass bouncing under the blanket; the squelching sounds adding more to the thick atmosphere. He bucked his finger roughly. The wet slapping sounds sounded rough while he slammed into your soaked cunt. “Uuungghh.” You whined, the pleasure felt so good, your long gratified breathes echoed in his ears. He smacked your ass with his free hand and moved it up to stroke your glistening back.

He laid his head down on the pillow. His almond colored eyes watched as you so. Absorbing your beauty as you pleasured yourself. His orbs followed every move you made. Your beautiful assets responding to his and your ministrations. “Oh baby.” You called out breathlessly, snapping him out of his daze. “Feels so good.” You praised him, looking at him with pure lust behind your eyes.

He grinned and slid his hand down to smack your ass again. “Good. Cum on my finger baby.” He said thickly in a low voice. You leaned over to kiss him. Your soft lips met his own with so much want. “M-mmm.” You whimpered in the kiss, feeling his finger bend to get more out of you. You took a deep breath , “haaaa.” You sighed, pushing your legs up, stretching them so that your legs squeezed his sides. “Ungh. Fuck yeah.” You breathed out in his mouth, the new position making you get better friction as you bounced the girthy finger.

He held the back of your head to keep your from moving away. He gently pushed it down to meet your lips again. His finger wriggled in your tight cunt and brushed your spongy spot. “Mm!” You twitched in the kisses, trying to keep control of your body. However, he kept rubbing it relentlessly that you were getting closer to your climax. You legs started trembling — pushing your knees up and down against the sheet uncontrollably as your body kept jerking. You whined in the kiss. You were getting closer. you knees digger into the bed and ass gyrated quickly as you rode on it, feverishly.

The sounds of the bed sheets getting pushed and pulled under your feet and the wet stokes bounced off the walls. You exhaled heavily in his face through your nose in between the kisses. Your lower stomach started swelling as Your walls started trembling uncontrollably. He grabbed your ass cheek roughly and thrusted roughly in your cunt while he felt your walls crumbling.

“Ha…ha…” you broke the kiss, breathing heavily, feeling the tingles of your orgasm coming in seconds. Soon after, you slowly started spurting out your fluids. “Unh-ah!” You cried, the feather-light release overtook your body as your squirted on his hand, dripping down on the bed. “Ah! Kenny!” You grabbed on the sheet, slamming your hips down on him, roughly. He kept slamming his finger into your clenching cunt while you spurted your fluids out each time, forcefully. “Mmm. Let it all out, baby.” He mumbled, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you from moving away. You whimpered. Feeling your ass getting bumped roughly by his soaked palm while he did so. “Good….don’t…stop.” His mouth opened slowly, letting the words come out of his mouth one by one, as if he was caught in a daze — feeling your walls squeeze around his finger, lovingly. Reminding him of the same feeling of his cock getting embraced by your tight trembling walls when you were cumming last night.

He slammed in your cunt once more and froze.

“Good girl.”

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“Mmm.” You whined erotically, feeling fully satiated after the orgasm. You lifted yourself a bit and pushed your hips back on his digit slowly. “Mmmmm.” You dragged out, circling your hips side to side, hearing the filthy thick wet sounds coming from your cunt.

He listened to the slow thick sounds too as he watched you ride your the remaining sparks of your orgasm. A few moments passed, the clouds moved away from the sun. Slowly illuminating the bedroom. “Phew!” You sat up, fanning yourself with your hands. “Now that was a good orgasm.” You said out loud. “Wow.” You giggled breathlessly, looking down at the mess you made on him. “Yeah. You did that.” He pointed, chuckling at your surprised face. He loves it though. Your genuineness. He mentally noted. Even from the mess you made proving that you’re not afraid to go all out. Even if he told you to.

“W-well!” You stuttered, pouting at him. “It’s your fault that I was in the moment!” You smacked his chest, gently. “Sure.” He smirked, chuckling as he thrusts his finger in your warm cunt. You gasped,— feeling your pussy pulsate from the familiar muscle. “Kenny!” You pouted, your body relishing the sensation.

“I’m still sore!”

“Didn’t seem like it at the time.” He replied quickly, sitting up, grinning like a smartass.

“Oh yeah?” You smirked, resting your hands on his shoulders, giggling at his game now. “Yeah.” He bit his bottom lip, caressing your ass cheek. You leaned to forward and gave him a kiss. For being right. “You know, you always make me feel so good.” You broke the kiss. “I do?” He said, a soft smile creeping up as he pulled out his middle finger from your cunt and began rubbing your clit. “Mhmm.” You nodded, meeting his lips again, bucking your hips slowly against the calloused pad.

“Mmm.” You began peppering his neck with kisses while your small hand rested on its sides. You moaned while he rubbed your throbbing clit. “Good to know, then.” He stared at his own reflection in the mirror, watching himself in your embrace.

I’m safe.

In your arms.

He smiled before You pulled back and looked at him. “Mhmm. Wanna know what else you can do to make me feel good?” You whispered, smiling softly at him. “What?” He answered, kneading your ass softly with both hands.

I feel at home when I’m with you —

I love you.

“Tell me, Kenny.” You smiled knowingly. “Why do you love me?” you stroked his face with your thumbs.

“With pleasure.” He grinned and smacked your ass roughly.

“Happy birthday, Kenny~.” You said quickly, giggling as your body was shifting under his grasp to be underneath him, his warm cock landing on your tummy.

I love you.

End.

[nyimasu]

BLEACH MEN, PART 1

───── 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝑇𝑈𝑅𝑁𝑆 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑀 𝑂𝑁

— CHARACTERS : Urahara Kisuke, Hirako Shinji, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

— CONTENT WARNING : sex toys, fingering, oral (f receiving), lingerie kink, rough manhandling, bdsm content (primal sex play, biting), use of pet names, dry humping, bits of breast play, cervix fucking, creampie, dacryphilia

ANYA'S CORNER : this is the first part of my bleach hcs regarding men. soon I will be digging into the beautiful world of bleach women too 🤍

you can find the second part here !

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

✧. URAHARA KISUKE — SEX TOYS

It doesn’t matter if he’s on the receiving end or you are. At the end of the day, Urahara Kisuke is the winner, and the victor takes it all.

“Kisuke, ‘s too much. Be gentler, please.”

The low buzzing cuts off, its pressure vanishes from your aching clit and a soft kiss in the crook of your knee follows your words, as if to accept them. Then the tender moment turns into a steamy one when a chuckle comes from the man nestled between your legs. 

Tonight you lose yourself in his eyes. His bucket hat is gone — probably because you are the one wearing it by the man’s explicit request. Mind you, that’s the only garment you have on. 

He’s so unpredictable, your lover.

Kisuke’s breath caresses your thighs as he finally raises his head, silvery gaze skittering all over your form until a hand of his comes to cup your breasts. The other one stays where it was before, three fingers buried in you with his thumb right above your little bundle of nerves.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry. Do you want to stop? Are you feeling hot? 

Here, let me help you.”

The slight pressure on your lower half disappears but before you can snap back at the lack of touch, puffs of fresh air glide over you and you sigh in relief the moment the man kisses your wet folds and his fan provides you a much needed break. 

The scenario in which you find yourself starring as the main character is always the same: you, sprawled on the futon you and Kisuke share while the man experiments on your body. Every day a new invention of his to test out, and you’re his most willing victim. 

It’s intoxicating, really, the realisation you feel every time: to be worthy of unrestrained passion, reverence even, from such a poised person as Urahara Kisuke is. 

Especially if your praises for his work, laced with strings of his name and soft pants, get to push him beyond his own limits.

Back to reality, you stare at the scene unfolding before you. It’s as if every frame of it is embedded in your eyelids, yet you can’t help but tilt your head to the side and spread your legs further, fingers sneaking down to press on either side of your lower lips for Kisuke to suck in a groan. The sound goes straight to your pussy, and he sees it when he stoops over it, humming in elation at your body’s reactions to each movement of his. 

Painfully so, because now the fan he’s been using to both pleasure and torment you for no one knows much clicks shut. A moan escapes you at that, and that’s when the man goes ballistic.

Needy are his hands once they’re on you again, his thrusts against the futon to relieve some of the strain in his pants are futile. They don't compare to your warmth. With that in mind, his voice breaks under his own appetite when he says, 

“Are you ready for me? I won’t hold back this time.”

You nod and under your lust-filled pupils, the white fan liquifies in the man’s hold once more, moulding itself into a shape you are very familiar with. Your tensed muscles relax instantly with Kisuke’s tongue flattened on your engorged bud, this time sparing it the attention of his newest invention. Of course he turned his beloved fan turned into a vibrator moulded after his own dick.

A little joke of yours that Kisuke made sure you will never forget, just to “remind you he can have your every hole at any time of the day just with a flick of his wrist.” 

Oh, and he has a portable cast of your pussy. For scientific purposes, by all means.

It’s only natural for a man of science like him, now, isn’t it?

✧. HIRAKO SHINJI — LINGERIE KINK

The man is too stunned to speak. A rare occurrence, since Hirako is well known for being pretty quick at giving others a piece of his mind. But with you, he’s perpetually at a loss of words.

You spin yourself around again, slower this time, to give him a full show of your naked self but for the lace set of bra and panties hugging your forms just right. Your lips curl in a teasing smile as you watch the blondie fall down in a spiral of despair. 

All because of the lingerie. It’s always been the biggest kink of his.

Alas, his eagerness to fuck you stupid in the expensive sets he buys for you never diminish its grip on him, on the contrary. 

Shinji can’t get enough to see you walking around the house wearing only a satin babydoll, a pair of black panties with little golden ribbons on the back. 

More, more.

“What do you think? Does it look good on me?”

His grin is feral and it follows the beckoning sign of his hand, motioning for you to come closer. Once you do, he’s quick to encircle your waist with his arms and bend his head towards your chest. The wetness of his tongue sends shivers down your spine and you arch your back against him for more. 

He notes it and chuckles, and with the most shit-eating grin he’s able to pull off right now with your tits in his mouth, he deadpans, “Not tonight.” 

And with that the man’s lips let go of your nipples, and you bite back a curse. If you complain, he’s going to prolong the moment and drive you more insane than usual. 

The moment he falls to his knees while leaving a trail of kisses on your navel, his hands explore the thin fabric around your waist. That alone should’ve been enough warning for you. Then he draws a loud moan out of your throat, and it’s too late.

Hazy eyes set on his as he places an open-mouthed kiss on your clothed pussy, sucking the wetness leaking through the lace loudly. He’s doing it on purpose.

Your fingers glide through his hair, a sigh escaping your parted lips as you do so. Its length reaches below his waist once again but you yank just at his roots to make him go faster. You feel his cock slap against your leg when he shifts position, tongue slipping through the garment while his nose hits your clit.

"Shin- Fuck."

Another sob of yours is all it takes for him to get on his feet, spin you around to bend you over the bed, roughly push aside the panties and ease himself in you in one go. His own pants mix with yours and it feels so good.

All because Shinji can’t get enough of the sensation of the lavish texture and your greedy walls brushing and hugging his cock.

✧. GRIMMJOW — PRIMAL SEX PLAY

The first time he saw you come undone around his fingers, with your pretty face scrunched in ecstasy and your inner walls sucking him in impossibly close, he made an oath to you and himself. 

He was ready to indulge every capricious whim of your heart as long as you were prepared to do the same with his. 

Except Grimmjow is prone to more… animalistic tendencies, per se. Nonetheless, you had agreed by pulling him closer for a messy kiss he accepted, digging his teeth into your lower lip when your nails sank into the flesh of his back.

After the agreement, you’d always play a little game, the two of you. No matter the circumstance, the one who eventually ends up on their back or stomach most of the time — be it against a wall or laid down on either a bed or the floor itself — is you.

Today is no different and a grunt crawls its way out of your lungs. 

Furious with yourself for losing again, you whip your head to the side and stare at your partner. Light blue orbs bore holes in yours as he bares his teeth at you and grunts, just to spite you, to which you reply by licking the sliver of his arm’s skin you can reach before biting the flesh. Blood spills from the tiny wound and Grimmjow straight out hisses now, his callous fingers forcefully running through your hair to keep you in place. “You fucking bit me, woman.”

Your knees, pressed on either side of his waist, quiver around him. But you don’t back off and reply with a heated, “What about it? You deserve it. 

You cheated today.” 

His whole body is caging you on the floor of his residence in the Hueco Mundo, and the coolness radiating from it balances out the heatwave engulfing your senses. He’s a breadth away from literally tearing all your clothes apart with his teeth. 

"You're just a sore loser who talks back too much for my liking. I'm faster and stronger than you. It's only natural for me to win, woman. Uhm, what should I do with you?" his smirk borders sadism when his dominant hand wraps around your throat. Not enough to cut the air out of you, but tight to the point where you throw your head back and pant.

The Arrancar has fucked you so many times using all of his antics that now nothing he does really scares you anymore, rather it riles you up. 

And seeing you so boundless turns him on in a split second. 

His hair kisses your body as the sound of fabric being torn apart buzzes in your ears. Your pants, shirt and underwear? Gone. Ripped to shreds by the Espada’s touch. 

Grimmjow is really destroying your wardrobe each time he’s in a hurry to fuck you, and you bite the expanse of flesh between his thumb and pointer finger on your throat in retaliation.

He stops in his tracks, and the look he pins you down with is positively murderous. 

“You tryin’ to make yourself bleed till morning?”

"What if I am? What are you going to do about it?" you challenge him with your eyes and buck your hips upward to meet his clothed ones halfway. His startled grunt persuades you to do it again. 

But this time his hold on you slides to your hips, and he anchors himself on them with his free hand while the one on your throat snakes down to palm himself through his pants. 

It doesn't take long for your jaw to go slack at the sight of the prominent outline of his erection and Grimmjow nips at the expanse of skin behind your ear before growling: 

“Want my cock so bad, woman? Take it, then”, his last piece of cloth rolls down to his knees, too impatient to take it off unlike his sash and jacket.

“Make me feel good, yeah?”

Eyes roll in the back of your head once you feel his tip prod at your entrance. He falls on the heavier side, and his generous girth fills you up to the brim in a moment.

Once he feels you relax a bit around him, his thrusts gain momentum and he drives himself so deep in you by grabbing you by the back of your thighs to shove them closer to your torso that tears roll down your cheeks without you noticing. Grimmjow kisses your cervix over and over again while his tongue licks clean your cheeks.

He adores how glassy your eyes turn whenever he's balls deep in you, how fragments of tears get stuck in your pretty eyelashes.

"Grimmjow." his names tumbles off your lips so naturally and he fights against his instincts, the urge to flip you on your back and claim you in the most primal position.

He feigns ignorance and sink his fingers further in your flesh. "What?"

"Come in me. I need to f-feel you."

Your fingers somehow wander on his body as you say so, and with whatever strength is left, your nails climb up his back to trace with unbridled fury the lines and curves of the number '6' tattooed on him. The man's grunts grow in volume and you respond with an elated laugh laced with wanting.

He looks down at you, and his lips clash against yours in a battle for dominance, a battle with no holds barred.

Despite being considered too raw for anyone else, Grimmjow has some tiny pieces of humanity left in him and as he slows down to hover over you and cum into your pulsing walls with a low groan — he refuses to do so elsewhere — his bites on your chin and short hums chanted against your neck while you clench around him are somewhat tender. 

Who says Espadas can’t be happy with humans?

© azanthys — do not copy, translate, repost and modify my works.

[muzansfangs]

How they eat you out.

Starring: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Shinji Hirako x f!reader; Isshin Kurosaki x f!reader;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, language, dirty talk, overstimulation, shibari, vaginal fingering, oral sex (reader!receiving), daddy kink, marking the partner, hair pulling, praise kink, possessiviness, pussy slapping, edging, orgasm denial, dom!Grimmjow, dom!Shinji, dom!Isshin, small age gap between Isshin and the reader, sub!reader;

Plot: they love you, they love you so much that giving you oral has become an art for them. But they all have a different style, their own unique way of doing it. How do they eat you out? What do they do to make you melt under their skilful tongue?

PART ONE| PART TWO| PART THREE.

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

This man is a menace. A predator, he is keen to devour you messily, obviously. When he eats you out, Grimmjow makes you feel like a hapless antelope chased down the savanna by a leopard, caged in his chokehold, quite literally. His nails felt like claws digging onto your thighs to keep you in place at his mercy. In his shimmering piercing blue eyes, you did not fail to recognize the panther living inside of him. Grimmjow was a wild animal, you had to deal with it.

When he feasted on you, he always did it as if he was a starving man. He lapped, groaned, manhandled you to accomodate you in a position he enjoyed the most in that very moment and he even slapped your pussy, if you dared to protest.

Albeit he could be rough, though, he would have never hurt you.

Grimmjow was not a man prone to pour his heart out in tear-jerker love confessions. After telling you he liked you, he meant it and confined himself to territorial gestures and passionate nights of lust and love. His ownership over you was already established, yet he loved to remind you of how deeply he cared about you and your ultimate pleasure by spending hours with his face buried between your legs.

He could never get enough of you, of your taste, of the way you writhed beneath the licks he gave you. His tongue lapped at your core non-stop, his feline eyes scrutinizing in delight the way your face scrunched up, as he made you navigate the different seas of lust and pleasure.

As you laid on your back, his hands keeping your legs spread in front of his face, his mouth worked on your pussy to make sure not a single inch of your flesh was left untouched. You could swear you had even heard him growl as you bucked your hips up erratically. As a reflex, your knees spasmed and you attempted to close your legs. Wrong choice. Terrible accident.

“Keep your fucking legs like that, woman” he rasped out, forcing them back down as he shot you a resentful glare through his lashes.

You whimpered, hands covering your face in dispair as you panted “G–Grimmjow, baby, I’m sorry! It’s too much…” you gingerly whined, only to hear him snort and flick his tongue over your sensitive clit as a delectable form of punishment.

“You better be sorry. Look at you, soaking wet, and trying to rob me of my meal. Stop bitching around” he chided you, making you gawk as your hand reached out to grasp a pillow and you playfully hit him with it over his head.

This was such a natural course of events for you two. Moments of domestic tenderness and play time paired up with steamy activities. Maybe, deep down, you had truly tamed him!

Grimmjow groaned and slapped your folds as a payback, making you regret having chuckled at him and his dumbfounded expression the moment the fluffy pillow had landed on his face. Had you, by any chance, forgotten who was in charge? The audacity of acting like an alpha, when he was supposed to be the one, at least in bed, was surely going too far.

“You little pest, you know what? I’m done tongue-fucking you. On your hands and knees, now” the blue-haired former Espada ordered you, standing back up and unbuckling his belt right before your now rounded eyes.

Oh, well, your little stunts always led to him sheathing himself deep into you and hours spent in sitting down with a certain discomfort. Little did he know you always tried to piss him off to get pinned down like that and, honestly, he did not feel like complaining.

Not when he could mark you down over and over again.

Shinji Hirako.

Your boyfriend and his unhealthy, enervating, obnoxious obsession for doing things in unconventional ways had repercussions on sex too at times. While it was always an enjoyable experience, there were days it could lead you to insanity. Shinji loved to vary. You surely could not say sex with him was static, basic. On the contrary, it was appallingly turbolent. Along with loving to give you oral, Shinji literally put you in every possible position humanly practicable.

Upside down, preferably.

Dangling from the ceiling, ropes meticulously tying your limbs, you whimpered at the feeling of Shinji’s pierced tongue flicking your bundle of nerves. Your body shrieked, jaw going slack as your eyes fluttered closed to enjoy the sensation to its fullest. His sarcastic and infuriatingly childish attitude were reflected by his actions. He was born to tease you, to break you down piece by piece, until you were nothing but a whining mass of sweat and pleas.

“Your hole clenching around nothing is calling me, babe. Can you hear it whisper to me? Atta girl, you’re doing so fuckin’ good for me” your boyfriend crooned, his lips still hovering over your dripping sex, amber eyes drifting down your body until he made eye-contact with you.

Arching your back, a breathy moan ripped from your throat, your movements restricted by the ropes amplifying your perception to the maximum level “Shinji! Baby, please, just … Just add a finger, I can’t do this anymore” you begged him, teary eyes meeting his cunning ones, through your eyelashes.

Honestly, you had lost count of how many times he had brought you close to the edge only to let you down on the verge of your orgasm. He loved watching you bewailing, wiggling around, when all you could do was begging him to just finish you off. It was satisfying, amusing even.

“Damn, this greedy pussy’s so hungry for me. Have you heard her, babe? She wants a finger to fill her up! Fine, fine, I think it’s time to feed her. Brace yourself” Shinji casually chimed them, eyeing you amusedly with his characteristic shit-eating grin plastered over his face.

He was overly sassy, when it came down to you and your presumably pathetic antics. Testing your endurance, your patience, your self-control were delectable activities he loved to involve in your intercourses. His divious ways of unraveling you piece by piece, watching you unfold before his sharp eyes radiated a very much unparalleled sadistic aura you had never seen in anyone else before him.

The moment he glided his finger down your slit, temporizing for a little longer around your opening, before finally burying his finger into you, made you almost sob in need. Eyes squeezed shut, you shrieked, foreteeth sinking onto your lower lip almost causing it to bleed. It was still not enough, you needed more, you needed him.

Your feeble protests did not go unnoticed, though, and your partner was kind of feeling guilty for having edged you for so long. He sighed, ducking his face back down to your heat, darting his tongue out to swirl it over your clitoris. Adding a second finger, he began to scissor them into you at a fast tempo, the silver sphere on his tongue stimulating you in the right spots.

“Shinji! Babe, I’m— Shit!” you cried out in ecstasy, the pleasure coiling on your lower abdomen making it hard for you to stammer out a sensible speech.

Out of your head, breathless, knackered, you arched your spine and the sound of your strained moan eachoed through the walls of your empty flat. Finally, he had let you reach your pined climax. Chin glistening, coated by your juices, Shinji took a step back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

That smug smile of his never ceased to make butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“Your pussy has such ‘a foul mouth’, when I eat her out. Yer should tell her to behave, damn it” he jested, earning a tired eye-roll from your behalf. Asking him to keep his attitude on check was the equivalent of talking to a wall.

“Untie me now, Hikaro Shinji. Or I will be delighted to show you how foul my mouth can really be” you countered back, only for him to snicker and begin to loosen up the ropes restraining your limbs.

After all, you were both far from being done and you were sure as hell not going to let his tantrum slide that easily.

Isshin Kurosaki.

The things this man would do for you go beyond your fervid imagination. He is not a boy, he is a man, husband material to be precise. Isshin knows how to please a woman and, according to him, the best part about giving you pleasure and incommensurable bliss is watching you unfold before his adoring eyes. One thing about him: you are his queen and priority. He would literally neglect his own urges and needs to take care or yours.

“I think I will skip the dessert tonight” Isshin announced, wiping his mouth with a napkin, eying you through his dark eyelashes from the other side of the table.

You knew exactly what he meant by that and you unconsciously found yourself pressing your thighs together under the table.

“You skip the dessert, but maybe you have had too much wine” you teased him back, albeit you played along his goofy game of seduction and shot a coquettish gaze towards him.

Isshin grinned and stood up, stretching his arms over his head, before he circled the table and stopped right next to you. His eyes devoured you, as he dragged your chair along the floor, parting you from the table with ease. He always made you feel as light as a feather, his strength something he was so proud of.

Cocking your head to the side questioningly, you flicked your gaze up to him “What are you up to now?” you inquired, watching the way he dropped to his knees right in front of you. He had insisted for you to wear that dress all day long and now you could finally see why he had been a literal pest.

His hands carefully hiked up the flowy skirt of your dress, his smile widening as you did not hesitate to be collaborative and hold it up in your hands while be settled his hands on each of your rotula, cupping it and pushing your legs apart for him. When he went down on you, Isshin never put you through too much trouble. He specifically asked you to simply enjoy the experience and pull at his hair. He spoiled you, he lavished you.

His hot breath fanning your clothed sex made you suck in a breath and he leisurely tugged the hem of your panties to the side to expose your folds to his longing eyes.

“Hush, baby, let daddy enjoy his well-deserved dessert, alright? I need it so badly, baby. It’s been so long since I did it” he dramatized the situation, eliciting a chuckle from you as his tongue tickled your clit.

“But, daddy, you did it yesterday morning on your desk! – you pointed out, lolling your head back as you securely tangled your fingers between his hair, tugging at them gently – Was it not enough?” you asked him, hips bucking up unintentionally and pulling a husky grunt out of him.

Enough? Of course it was not enough. This man loved nipping, lapping and sucking your pussy dry. He needed to do it, at least, twice a day.

Before his tongue could finally dive into your wet cavern, he knitted his eyebrows together, scoffing “That’s offensive. You left me starving, darling. Let daddy be happy, please, be a good girl” he pleaded you, his mouth leaving a sloppy kiss over your pubes before his tongue made you see stars.

Keeping it low with him was impossible. Either you laughed out loud, or you let out pornographic screams of pleasure hard not to hear down the streets.

Especially, when he left the window open for letting people covet what was rightfully his.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I’m so glad I have finally completed this series! Maybe, one day, when my requests will be opened again, I will add other characters too but as for now let’s just enjoy these ones. As per usual, your support means a lot! Thanks for having read this piece and I hope you’ve drawn enough enjoyment to simp for those folks. Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated! Also, writing for Isshin has been hell on Earth, help🥹

Until next,

x o x o

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[driaswrld]

devoted husband! byakuya

devoted husband byakuya! who marries you in the middle of spring, just when the cherry blossoms are falling, despite the elders scheduling your wedding for winter

devoted husband byakuya! who leaves his entire estate in your hands while he is away, daring any member of the kuchiki clan to oppose you in his absence

devoted husband byakuya! who lets you help him dress in the mornings, fixing his kenseikan and wrapping his scarf for him

devoted husband byakuya! who is known for being calm and collected, losing all form of restraint when he sees you wearing anything bearing the kuchiki crest

devoted husband byakuya! who happily spends his fortune on you, a room filled with gifts, anything that you've even mentioned absentmindedly is already bought

devoted husband byakuya! who introduces himself as your husband, never just byakuya kuchiki sixth division captain. because he's yn's husband, byakuya kuchiki, sixth division captain.

devoted husband byakuya! who refuses to leave home without kneeling in front of you, letting you kiss his knuckles, and fasten the tekkō around his hand, wishing him safe return

devoted husband byakuya! who leaves senbonzakura at your bedside whenever he stays late at the sixth division to finish paperwork

devoted husband byakuya! who claims he only trusts himself and senbonzakura to watch over you

devoted husband byakuya! who loves to be held by his doting spouse, drifting off to sleep in your arms, your fingers combing through his hair

devoted husband byakuya! who always comes home to you, no matter what

devoted husband byakuya! who secretly wants to marry you again, just as the cherry blossoms begin to bloom, to relive his greatest blessing

"we should get married again."

he lays beside you in bed, it's the middle of the night, you thought he was asleep.

"byakuya?"

"i want to marry you again."

notes ; oh to be mrs kuchiki...

[katsuma6]

"She's Busy Right Now"

Part 1.

[mushies-stories]

Grimmjow: Fantasy come true

Grimmjow X FReader

SMUT18+

what happens when Grimmjow notices how flustered your get around him and he comes across you touching yourself and whining his name?

Warning: Smut, pnv, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (Freviving), no use of Y/N

This is my birthday fic to myself! I hope everyone enjoys!

Word count: 3135

Grimmjow’s new favorite thing was to tease you. He realized after only a few days of being at Kisukes that you couldn't keep your eyes off him. He loved finding little ways to watch you squirm. Reaching for something above you while standing too close, grabbing your hips to get by or calling you pet names he sees you respond too with a blush.

It was when he heard you from outside your door while you thought everyone was gone, your voice whiny with soft moans. Grimmjow however was asked to stay back as well. He was just going to bug you for entertainment but once he heard your sweet desperate moans echo from behind your door he was frozen in place. He listened for a moment and thought about what he was going to do, there was no way he was keeping it a secret and was going to just walk away, it was just too good. The face you'd made when he brought it up later, how bright red and flustered you'd be.

“Grimm-mhh Grimmjow~” you whimpered his name, breathless and needy.

A low growl made its way through his chest. You were thinking of him while you touched yourself, how… delicious he thought. A new desire rose in him as he listened to you beg for him, thinking of how you were pleasuring yourself to the thought of him. He wanted to see you, he needed to. 

Without a second thought he slid the door open and took a step into the room only to lock eyes with you. You lay at the edge of the bed with your legs spread and one hanging over the edge. For a moment you couldn't move, shocked that Grimmjow was looking at your naked body while your fingers were buried in your cunt and completely naked.

Grimmjow stared down at you with a wide grin, enjoying the sight he gets to witness. “Well, didn't know you were such a dirty little girl.” he chuckled and his words brought you out of your daze.

You quickly tried to cover yourself, sitting and turning around so your back was to him. “Grimmjow! What are you doing?!” you shouted.

Before you could manage to scoot any farther away or grab a blanket he was behind you, grabbing your hips and pulling you back enough so your ass was over the edge of the bed now. “What am I doing? Oh little human, I'm not the one touching myself so desperately while everyone is away.” he chuckled. 

He held you in place as you struggled to get out of his grasp. “It has nothing to do with you, now get out!” you whined. 

“Oh?” Grimmjow cocked a brow at your statement. “Sure about that? Because if i'm not mistaken that was my name i heard you calling out so wantonly a moment ago, right?” Your face was burning at his words. You shook your head and buried it in the sheet below you. Another chuckle came from behind you. “Oh little one, it's okay. I'll help make you feel good.” he cooed.

Before you could even look back at him to protest he was lowering himself before you and was face to face with your dripping core. He kept his hold on your hips as he stuck his tongue out and licked a path through your folds. You moaned involuntarily and jerked in his hold. “Grimmjow what-” you were cut off by a choked moan. Grimmjow’s tongue sliding along your clit and his teeth grazing your sensitive nub had your breath escaping you. 

“You taste sweet little human.” his hot breath fanned your thighs as he spoke. Again, before you could protest he was back to lapping at your cunt. Teasing your clit with his teeth and licking at your dripping core. Pressing his tongue flat against your heat he licked up to your sopping hole before sliding his lounge in as far as it could.

A desperately needy moan ripped out of you as you withered in his hold. “Grimmjow! No-not there!” you cried out. Your brain is still trying to catch up to everything happening and he has his tongue in your pussy, causing more fog to fill your head space. Grimmjow ignored you however, having already tasted you enough to fuel his own desires. Instead he brought a hand down to rub fast rough circles to your sensitive clit while his tongue insisted to see how deep it could reach inside your pussy. He was sending more jolts of pleasure ripping through your body than you could keep up with. “Wai-t! If you keep doing tha-'' you choked on a moan, his tongue hitting your sweet spot at the perfect pace with his thumb. 

Your eyes screwed shut as you felt your climax knotting up inside you, ready to release at any moment. Grimmjow could feel it, the way your pussy was throbbing and clenching around him. Pulling you back by the hip so he could reach just a bit deeper had you arching your back at the same time his tongue flickered across your bundle of nerves. 

It took only a moment for your orgasim to wash over you in a powerful wave.”Grimmjow, fu-uck.” you gasped out, becoming a quivering mess around his tongue as you panted and whimpered into sheets. He lapped at your pussy as you came, making sure to lick up all of your sweet slick onto his tongue. A low groan came from him when he pulled back and looked at your pulsing cunt, watching how slick still dripped from your needy hole.

Smirking he looked past your ass to see your eyes fighting to stay open as you catch your breath. “Fucked out already?” he boasted, proud of himself. 

You shook your head into the sheets before pushing yourself up. “I'm just fine!” you defend yourself. Not wanting to show him just how much of an affect he really had on you.

He smirked and came to stand behind you again, both hands gripping your ass to keep you in place. “That so? Looks like I didn't do my job correctly then.” he said, bringing a hand to the waistband of his pants and sliding them down agonizingly slowly as he watched your eyes widen at his implication. “Got to make sure I live up to your fantasies. What are those by the way?” he inquired, bringing the head of his cock to glide through your folds.

You almost let out a needy whimper but bite it back. His cock teases you and when he pushes the tip at your entrance you fall back to the bed and hide your face into the sheets as best you could. You were embarrassed Grimmjow had heard you and now he wanted to know what you thought about when you touched yourself to the thought of him? How could you say those dirt thoughts out loud?

This made Grimmjow tisk and pull back and released your hips. Before you could even move to see why you were being flipped around and onto your back. “None of that hiding shit sweet thing.” His legs caught your thighs and held them apart as he stood above you with his trademark smark. 

Your arms came up to cover your chest as his eyes seemed to take in your whole body at once. “Grimmjow…” you said. Your whole body felt like it was on fire under his stare. 

His grin turned into a softer kind of smile. Still holding his cockyness but much pleasester, more calming. He leaned now, letting his cock glide through your folds as he hovered above you, just a few inches from your face. His arms boxed you in on both sides as he rested them above you. “Tell me little one, do you imagine my cock filling your tight little pussy?” his voice was quieter, lower than before. “Dont be scared, tell me how much you think about me fucking you. Do you think about it at night while everyones asleep?” he pushed. When you struggled to get any words out Grimmjow frowned down at you. He pulled back and grabbed your arms, bringing them to hold his shoulders. “Hold on.” He commanded. 

You knit your browns together in confusion but do as he said and loosely grip his shoulder. All confusion was resolved when he hooked his hands around your thighs and hoisted you up. “Grimmjow!” you squealed, now clinging to him out of fear of falling back. He holds you with both legs at his hips and his cock nestled between your lips.

“Look at your dripping pussy, want my cock stretch you out and fuck you until you come?” He asked, smirking at you as his cock lined up with your waiting entrance. 

You couldn’t deny how wet you were and how this was really turning into a fantasy come true. His words were making you forget your own embarrassment over the situation bit by bit, allowing the cloud of need and desire to start swirling around in your head.

You looked at him through half lidded eyes and nod sheepishly. He smirked and slowly popped the head into your overly excited pussy. He hissed as your pussy gripped him, even with just the tip you could feel how big he was. You gasped at the stretch and clung tighter to his jacked.  “Watch sweet thing.” He said. “Watch my cock stretch you out and fill you up.” he cooed into your eyes. 

Your face flushed when you did as he said and glanced down at his cock slowly sinking into you. He just started and there was still so much of him left and he was thick. You gulped and let out a shaky moan when he got halfway in. “b-big, Grimmjow.” you squeaked out as his cock inches in slowly.

He leaned into your ear and coaxed you through the pain of him. Going slowly and allowing you to catch your breath and adjust when you made a particularly strangled sound. “That's it, little one, relax for me. You're taking my cock so well. Just a bit more. see, there we go.” he soothed attempted to sooth you as his cock felt like it was going to split you in two.

You watched the whole time, his massive cock pushing into you was a sight indeed and you almost couldn't believe it. Your forehead fell into the crook of his neck, just enough so you could still see his cock burying itself in your pussy. You clung to him, panting and gasping as he bottomed out in you. “So full.” you whimpered against him.

Grimmjow took a minute himself to adjust to your tight warm pussy clenching relentlessly around him. You were so tight and the slightest movement had your pussy gripping him like a vice. “Hey, relax please.” His voice was soothing in your ear, calming and low. “You pussy is so tight my cock cant move.” he said, trying to pull back but being met with resistance.

You took a few deep breaths and let your body relax, letting him pull back just enough to get some friction going. For a while that's how he stayed, slowly rocking you into his cock, not pulling out more than half way before sinking back in as deep as he could. Once your whimpers turned into moans of pleasure and he could feel your pussy flutter around him he picked up the pace. “Your doing so well, i think your ready for me to really fuck you now, dont you tink?” he asked, bringing your attention back to him. He grinned and gripped your thighs a little tighter. “I hope so because I can't hold back much longer.” he chimed. 

Youmoaned, feeling his thrust getting harder and faster slowly, working you up to just how much he wants to really ruin your pussy. “Please Grimmjow.” you said, ready for him to do whatever he wanted. He was making you feel so good already, your pussy was making the lewdest sounds in the quiet, dum lighting of your bedroom. 

He smirked and slowed his hips, now slowly rocking into you again. “Please? So needy now, why don't you answer my question from earlier. How much do you think about my cock, how much do you want it?”

You shake your head and hide it in the crook of his neck, a soft whimper leaving your lips. “Grimmjow, please!” you begged. 

He chuckled and stilled you on his cock, keeping himself fully pressed against you. you wiggled in his hold. “You know how to beg me, but you answer a simple question?” he teased. He held you tight as he brought himself to kneel on the bed. He laid you down on your back and came to hover over you, cock still fully buried in your pussy. “Tell me little human, and I'll give you what you need.” he husked, rolling his hips against you and hitting your sweet spot at the same time.

Your pussy fluttered around him as you let your dirty confessions out, no longer able to hold on to any embarrassment. His cock was just too much and it felt too good to deny. “Since the first day.” you felt his cock twitched at your words. “I think about you every night.” you tried to sound more confident but it still sounded like a whimper. 

He brought a hand up to cradle your cheek as he took in your disheveled appearance and rosy cheeks. “Oh sweet thing, should have told me sooner.” he grinned down at you. “I could have made your sweet little pussy feel so good a long time ago.” he said, now starting to thrust his hips back into you at a steady pace. “It’s okay, I got you now.” he cooed as his hips sped up, his hands came down to hold your hips so he could find the best angle and when he did your face contorted into one of pure pleasure. The longer he watched you wither under him and the loader your moans got the more he was fueled to fuck into you faster and harder, never stopping his assault on your sweet spot. The way your pussy pulled him in and strangled his cock was intoxicating and his only goal was to make you cum on his cock so he could feel your pussy around him when you came undone.

You had tears streaming down your face as you gripped his forearms for support as he pounded into you. You babbled nonsense, barely making out more than a few words at once. “Mo-ore, please. So fuu-Aahha~ Grim-mjow!” his breathy name falling from your parted lips was like music to his ears. 

He leaned down with one arm holding himself above you. His lips grazed yours before pushing against them and kissing you. Your eyes blinked shut as he deepened the kiss the same time his cock pressed impossibly deep. You let out a loud needy moan that he eagerly swallowed with his own mouth. Now with full access he slid his tongue past your lips in a claiming kiss.

Your fingers dig into his arms as you feel your pussy begin to spasm. Grimmjow pulls back at the same time with a hiss. “Fuck, gripping me so tight little one, need to come?” he asked, watching you attempt to focus back on his face as your chest heaved and your thighs wrapped around him, locking him in place and allowing him to hit just that little but deeper. He growled and came back down to the crook of your neck. He sucked and bit the skin in a frenzy, wanting to mark you but his own mind was focused on feeling your pussy and listening to your sweet sounds. “You can do it little one, come for me. Let me feel your little pussy squeeze me cock.” he groaned into your neck before sucking particularly hard on a mark he just made. 

Your eyes screwed shut, before you knew it your oragism was hitting you like a ton of bricks. “Grimmjow!” you couldn't help but cry out his name, he was the only thing in your mind as your pussy spasmed around his cock. 

Without slowing down he continued to pound into you. “Fuck, you can take me cum right little human? You’ll let me fill you up?” he practically growled, face still hidden in the crook of your neck. Truly he didn't want you to see just how pussy drunk you were making him.

You whined under him, feeling overstimulated as his cock continued to thrust into you, though his movements have become sloppier, more erratic. “Please, cum in me, want to feel it.” you managed to choke out.

“Fuck” he grit his teeth and slammed his hips into you a few times for you felt his hot seed coat you walls ins spurts. You clung to him, arms holding tight and legs locked firm as he rutted his hips against you, forcing his cum as deep as he could. “Fuck, so good. Taking all of me.” he praised. He ushed himself up with one arm and smirked down at your fucked out face. “Look at you, a mess on my cock.” he mocked but you could tell it wasn't meant to be mean.  

Your eyes focused and your head slowed down. You looked down between your bodies and almost whimpered at the sight of his cum leaking out around his cock. You did whimper when he began to drag his softening cock out of you slowly, letting it drag along your walls as his cum flowed out. He let out a low groan when you were finally empty, your fluids mixing and dripping out of you. 

“Fuck, i cant wait to do this again.” he said, eyes fixed on your glistening pussy. 

Your head snapped to full attention. “Again?” you asked quietly, not sure you heard him right. 

His eyes snapped to yours with a growing smirk before shifting back to your sopping cunt. “Mhhmm.” he almost growled. With two fingers he slid his dripping cum back up and stuffed back into your pussy, pushing in deep as you let out a soft sigh. “I want to see your pussy full of my cum every night.” he said, pulling his fingers out and bringing them to your lips, waiting for you to open them. “Would you like that pretty thing?” You parted your lips slightly and let him slide them between your lips and onto your tongue. 

Your only response was a needy moan around his thick fingers as you tasted your mixed climaxes. How could you say no? This was a fantasy come true.

[kyokutsu-sama]

Protecting you from somenone

Characters : Zaraki Kenpachi, Kuchiki Byakuya, Kyoraku Shunsui Author's notes : I was wondering about the way they protect you if they saw someone bothering you. Sorry for my little absence btw🙏 I hope you like it 😊

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Kenpachi :

If someone is dreaming of getting close to you, then it will be their last dream.

He has a very strong protective instinct and is out of control too so if he sees that you are feeling uncomfortable because of another guy who is messing with you he won't even stop to think, he goes for the fight.

Even if the guy tries to run away from him (because any sane person would run away from fighting someone like him), he will catch him and cut him into mincemeat.

You will have to intervene a lot of times for him to not go too far with the situation. He'll listen to you and sheathe his sword, unless he's in a bad mood because then there's nothing you can do.

He will always have his big strong arm around you so you're close to him and no idiot gets the excellent idea to mess with you.

Byakuya :

He is very civil in all situations, however you are a different case.

He's not really the type to show his concern with words but he sure does with actions and if someone messes with you, he'll act.

He'll walk up to you and ask if you're okay without taking his eyes off the guy who was bothering you.

He will be quick to get you out of that situation, he will hold your hand and take you away from that person.

If the situation lasts he will just use spiritual pressure to knock that person to the ground in seconds.

He will do anything not to attract attention, and besides, a nobleman must maintain his image.

Shunsui :

Shunsu is the true meaning of gentleman. He loves you and beyond telling you he will also show you.

He tries to resolve any issue with the least amount of effort as he is not one to get into big trouble.

If he sees that you are feeling uncomfortable because someone is bothering you, he will do his best to get that person away from you.

He will come up behind you and put an arm around your waist asking the guy if he needs anything from you.

Shunsui's presence turns out to be a little intimidating as he is tall and has a large build, but if the situation escalates he can approach that person and give a small warning and that will be enough.

He's not a person to warn too often and we know that if he has to get into a fight, he'll go all the way just to protect you.

[dreadsuitsamus]

Bleach Men Taking Your Baby to the Grocery Store Headcanons

author's note: yes the premise is random but it's also very cute and perfectly in line with my recent onslaught of baby fever. also, the banners in this post were created by the always amazing @actuallysaiyan!! thank you for the gorgeous banners, babe! 🩷🩷🩷

pairings: kensei muguruma x reader, byakuya kuchiki x reader, grimmjow jaegerjaquez x reader, renji abarai x reader, ichigo kurosaki x reader

warnings: children ages 5 and younger and grimmjow's parenting lmao this is mostly fluff and some mischief mixed in from the babies

Kensei is definitely the tough parent of the two of you, and he relishes in that fact

But goddammit do those baby eyes make him waver

As he carries little Mila into the store, he tells her they're only there for necessities

No candy, no sugary cereals, only what you've tasked him to buy for dinner

Despite being only three and a half, however, Mila has a pretty good idea of how to get her way with Kensei

It's gotten slightly less effective since the pacifiers have been removed from her arsenal, but anything that cracks her dad's tough exterior is remarkable as is

It starts off innocently enough, though soon the way she sings her little song and bops her head around becomes rife with intent

"Daddy, can has hug?" She blinks up at him, holding her arms up

Either he's willfully choosing to fall into the trap, or Kensei is merely blind in the face of his precious girl

"Of course, baby." Kensei picks her up from the cart and kisses her wonderfully chubby cheek, leading the cart behind him as he continues through the store with Mila hooked on his hip

Mila curls up, humming as her eyes scan the shelves for something she wants

"Hold Momma's list for Daddy, okay?"

Mila's little fingers hold the list carefully, and soon Kensei is at a crossroad

"Broth. What kind of broth?" He mutters, fishing his cell phone from his pocket to call you

As usual, it turns into a bit of a squabbling match. He thinks remembering every little detail is silly, and you think you've made this dish so many times he should know you need chicken broth

Kensei is sufficiently annoyed by the time the phone call ends, and Mila strikes then

"Daddy, can has kiss?"

"Yes, baby." She gets a kiss on either cheek, and the kiss she gives his cheek right back is just about the final nail in the coffin

With Kensei holding her, she's able to reach the shelf and snag a little box of animal crackers

"Daddy, can has this?"

Played by the fucking toddler again!! That's three times this week!

"... Don't tell your brothers." Kensei sighs, hanging his head in shame

It's not all bad though; he does get another sweet kiss from his princess

Byakuya is a strict but ultimately fair father

Little Jasmine has grown up under his watchful eye, though through that she's certainly learned just how many of his limits she can press and how to get around them

Going to the grocery store is rare, and even more so if you're not present for the journey

But it's vacation time, and you're busy setting up the cabin for your family's stay, so Byakuya has been tasked with gathering enough groceries to make it through dinner and the morning's breakfast

Byakuya holds Jasmine’s hand and they walk inside together, Byakuya using a tissue to pick up one of the small hand baskets. There's no telling the last time this thing has been sanitized!

“What would you like for dinner tonight?” Byakuya asks the five year old, and Jasmine hums thoughtfully

How can she end the first day of this vacation with a delicious banana split?

Appealing to her father's tastes will increase the likelihood of success, and her father is quite fond of spicy foods…

“Can we have curry?”

The light in his eyes isn't missed by the girl, and she can practically taste an ice cream sundae with a waffle bowl already

“You're becoming more accustomed to spices, I see.” Byakuya hums and begins to survey the store's offerings, whereas Jasmine is mentally preparing her list for dessert

“Daddy?” Jasmine dials up the sweetness in her tone while Byakuya examines the various cuts of chicken on display

“Yes?” He hums

“Can we have a treat tonight?”

“What sort of treat?”

“A surprise treat. Please, Daddy?”

Byakuya pauses. He's no fan of sweets, and in general sugar is limited in the Kuchiki household

But she did say please

“Mm… I suppose.”

Byakuya doesn't meet your eyes when he and Jasmine return from the store with more ingredients for ice cream sundaes than dinner and breakfast combined

He is such a sucker, but he's happy to be played when he receives his banana split with a chocolate syrup drawing of his beloved Wakame Taishi from his darling daughter

Renji tries his best to be a strict father, but his determination wavers frequently. He wanted for many things as a child, and as a parent he doesn't wish to push that same feeling on his child as long as he's capable of providing a warm, loving home

Not to mention, that damn two year is old is just so cute it makes his heart melt at the mere sight of the toddler

“C’mon, honey, gotta get some soup for Mommy.” Renji murmurs as he carefully takes little Rin from his car seat, carrying him into the store on his hip

“Why?” is Rin’s favorite question right now, and Renji’s eye twitches a bit

“Because her tummy is upset.”

“Why?”

“... I don't know.”

“Why?”

“I don't know!”

“Why?”

Renji gently pinches his son's lips between his fingers. “Shhh… Quiet time.”

But of course, the moment he lets go, Rin is back at it again

“Why?”

“Because now Daddy has a headache.”

Rin, as gently as he can while simultaneously not managing much grace in the act, pats his father's sunglasses that sit atop his head

“All bedder?”

Renji's lip practically wobbles at the sweetness. “Yes, Daddy's all better. Thank you, sweetie.”

Rin rests his head against his father, playing with the Renji’s chain while he surveys all of the varieties of soup, Renji occasionally pulling the chain away from the baby's open mouth

Rin whines after his third attempt to eat the necklace, so Renji quickly grabs the first can of chicken noodle soup he sees and makes a dash for the checkout. No baby meltdowns in public, for the love of God

Renji gently bounces the baby, pleading softly with him to calm down. It's not working very well, however, and these damn checkout lines aren't moving at all!

Desperation wins and Renji's grabbing a lollipop before he knows it, tearing the wrapping off and popping the sucker into Rin’s teeny mouth

His plan to calm the baby works, and by the time he's actually able to check out and purchase the soup, the small pop is already gone and the tantrum is starting to blossom again

And just as Renji gets the baby strapped back into his carseat, he checks his phone to see a text you sent twenty minutes ago that practically sends his eyes popping out of his skull

Can you pick up a pregnancy test too?

He glances over at the toddler, and can practically see the boy as a big brother already

Even with a fussy baby in round two of the long lines, Renji's smile doesn't waver and he just kisses and coos at the hopefully soon-to-be big brother

Grimmjow is an interesting parent. Much like how every day with a four year old is a mystery, every day with Grimmjow is a deep dive into the unknown

So when sending the man and his mini-me to the grocery store, you're not quite sure what they're going to come home with. Hopefully it at least includes the items on the list, otherwise dinner is going to be very different from what you've planned

“Oi, keep up!” Grimm looks over his shoulder, the four year old having been distracted by a vending machine

“Want snack.”

“Too bad. Let's go.”

The toddler’s stare is a little too lead paint-y for Grimmjow's liking

“Zen.” Grimmjow looks on, unimpressed as he fishes a coin from his pocket. “Fine, brat. You win, you get a snack. I win, I get a snack.”

That gets the boy to smile, clapping his hands as he jumps in excitement

Grimmjow smirks. “Heads I win, tails you lose.”

The coin is flipped off of Grimmjow's thumb and he catches it easily, Zen waiting with bated breath for the results. Does Daddy win or does he lose??

Grimm sucks his teeth, shaking his head and tucking the quarter back into his pocket. “Heads I win. Tough luck, kid. Maybe next time.”

Zen pouts, watching his father slip a dollar into the vending machine and press the buttons for a honey bun. “Aw man…”

“C’mon.” Grimmjow opens up the snack, taking a big bite and grabbing the front of Zen’s coat, carrying him inside of the store like a handbag

The boy can't help but giggle as he looks up at his father; he loves air jail!

“You're in jail. Stop laughing, fuckin’ psycho.” Grimm shakes his son a bit, hiding his own laughter into the next bite of his honey bun. He's a hardass, but that baby's laugh is precious and melts him like ice cream on a sunny day

Heads turn at the way Grimmjow carries Zen, but Grimm is highly unbothered by such judgment. His kid is happy and healthy, and anyone that thinks otherwise can kiss his ass, for all he cares

“You got the list?” Grimm looks down at Zen, the boy fishing out the neatly-folded post-it note you lovingly tucked into his jacket pocket

Grimmjow perks a brow as he reads off the ingredients you've listed. “Say, kid—” he looks down at his son. “Whaddya say we ditch the list and get some pizza instead?”

Zen claps happily at the idea and Grimm grins menacingly, crushing up the grocery list and tossing it on the floor as he hoists his boy over his shoulder, stuffing the last bite of the honey bun in his baby's mouth whilst flipping off a scandalized woman at the checkouts

Growing up with two younger sisters was good for something after all, Ichigo thinks as he wrangles his twin girls through the parking lot with relative ease

The three year olds are stubborn and independent, having insisted they walk instead of having daddy carry them! But they still want to hold his hands, of course

why no he is not melting like a lava cake, why do you ask?

The girls gasp at the sight of a shopping cart with a racecar on the end that's the perfect size for two little ones!

“We don't even need a cart.” Ichigo deadpans, though it's in one ear and out the other as the babies pile into the little racecar, turning the steering wheels and beeping the (thankfully noiseless) horns

He feels like an idiot but as the dutiful father he is, Ichigo complies with his girls’ wishes and pushes the cart into the store

Chubby fingers point as little voices call out for candies and trinkets, and Ichigo's quick with each of his responses

“No.”

“I said no.”

“No ma'am!”

He's definitely cleaning their ears out when they get home, because clearly they can't hear him! Why else would they ask for things a million times over, hm?

“Daddy always say no.” Indigo pouts, her sister nodding in agreement. All they want is some candy!! Why is Daddy so mean?

Ichigo sighs in frustration as the aisle he needs to go down is absolutely packed, and he's stuck with this behemoth of a shopping cart. Settling it at the end of the aisle, he kneels down to make eye contact with the girls

“Stay put; I’ll be right back.”

Ichigo quickly rushes down the aisle, weaving between people to get to the pasta section

Now… If only he could remember what shape of pasta you told him to buy

Indigo and Imani look at each other, covering their mouths to hide their mischievous giggles

Those Push Pops they were eyeing are still nearby, and Daddy isn't!

As the tag team they are, Indigo and Imani spring into action, Indigo rushing to get the candy while Imani (who turns up the cuteness to a ten!) rushes down the aisle to her father

Ichigo frowns and picks up Imani, scolding her for leaving the cart

It isn't exactly effective, however, as the baby eyes and the cooing let her off the hook easily

When they get back to the cart after Ichigo remembers which pasta you've requested, he sets Imani back into the racecar

Indigo slips a blue Push Pop into her twin's hand, the two of them sharing a conspiratorial smile

They almost get away with it too, though when Ichigo's strapping them into their car seats he notices the lollipops

“Stop stealing!!!!”

These girls will surely be the reason he takes medication for his blood pressure, and he dreads the day when they become teenagers!

[sashi-ya]

朽木 白哉 ・𝐊𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚

brother, strong captain, reborn, kind soul ~

[ifonlyitwasmidnight]

It had started as a joke.

I have a few characters in mind, but I'm curious about who you think fits.

MDNI 18+

Likes, comments, and reblogs appreciated as always 🖤

CW/TW: SOMNOPHILIA! Dear god, please pay attention to that first one. There is explicit consent prior. Oral (m. & f. receiving).

It had started as a joke.  

A simple conversation had sitting amongst friends, laughing too loudly after dinner and drink that lingered, hanging in the shadows of his memory. 

You were leaning up against your boyfriend, your mind more than a little fuzzy from the number of drinks you had. Your boyfriend’s arm rested on the back of the booth you sat on, but his fingers teased up and down the side of your neck onto your shoulder. You could feel his smirk as he pressed a kiss to your temple before sipping heavily from his own drink. 

“But, no — guys, no. I’ve gotta,” one of your friends was cut off by the amount of laughter filling the room, “So, she asked me if I would fuck her while she was asleep. And I panicked! Is that a thing girls like?” Your friend's eyes widened as he looked around the group, settling on you and your boyfriend. You both shrugged.

“If she asked you, and it was consent, I would assume she likes it.” You laughed. 

Your best friend nodded, “It’s hot.” 

You hummed an agreement. 

That was all it took. A simple hum of acknowledgment that you thought someone taking advantage of you in your sleep was a turn-on. After that night, how many hours had he spent hard as a rock thinking about pushing himself between your thighs while you slept? He thought about what it would feel like to sink the leaking tip of his cock between your lips while you were on your back, spread out for him without even knowing. He’d fucked his own fist too many times to count at the image, coming hard enough each time that his knees would give out. 

He wanted it. 

He wanted to experience knowing you were so at ease being around him that the thought of him fucking you while you were asleep was okay. That you’d be willing to let him use your body like that. He leaned his head back and groaned loudly. He was painfully hard again, and you wouldn’t be home for another few hours. 

You could tell your boyfriend wanted to talk to you about something. Since you got home, you kept catching him staring at you, looking away before you could ask what he needed. When you finally got him to sit on the couch with you to watch a movie you both wanted to see, the whole couch shook from how hard he was bouncing his leg.

The TV clicking off snapped his attention to you. “I was watching that.”

“No, you weren’t,” you answered, facing him. “What’s going on, baby? You’ve been distracted since I got home.”

A blush quickly bloomed across his cheeks, spreading to the tips of his ears. You sucked in a deep breath when he finally looked at you, pupils blown wide with lust. 

“Can I ask you something?” His voice was low as he crawled over you, forcing your back onto the couch. He dipped his head, snaking his tongue up the side of your neck. Your head was spinning. One second, you were watching a movie. The next, you were pinned under your very hard boyfriend with no heads up.

“Uh,” you tilted your head to the side, allowing him more access. “Yeah, yes. What do you need?” 

“‘Member the other night at dinner?” His voice was muffled against the skin of your neck. 

“We have a lot of dinners, handsome.” Your hands slowly explored his body, hooking into the loops of his jeans, pulling his hips forward to rut against yours, creating a delicious friction against your rapidly wetting cunt over your thin pajama shorts. 

He pulled one of your legs up and wrapped it around his waist. “When we were out, and we got to talking about fucking your girl while she’s asleep.”

You paused for a second, the fuzzy conversation and memories slowly coming back to you. The way you had been woken up a few times since that night with your boyfriend just looking at you, not in a weird way, but just more than normal. How you kept feeling his fingers against your thighs when you were on the precipice of awake and sleep. 

He watched your eyes widen when you put two and two together, realizing his direction in this conversation.  Your body was jostled as he sat back on the couch, pulling you into his lap. 

“We don’t—” he started, but you quickly stopped him with a hand over his mouth. A hint of confusion and embarrassment filtered into his honeyed eyes.

“Do you want to try that?” You always told your boyfriend you’d be willing to try most things once, and you’d be lying if you said the thought of waking up full of his cock wasn’t something you’d considered. 

He nodded slowly, kissing your fingers. 

“I need you to explain to me then, baby.” You felt his cock twitch under you at your words. “Want you to tell me while I suck your cock.” 

“Oh, fuck.” His eyes trailed you while you climbed off his lap and sank to the ground between his legs. You raised an eyebrow, popping open the button on his jeans, rubbing a hand over his inner thigh.

“Well?” He lifted his hips, allowing you to pull his jeans and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free. He sucked in a hissing breath between his teeth at the first touch of the cool air. His tip was red, a bead of precum glistening, waiting to be licked. Your hand slid up to gently cup his balls, rolling them between your fingers. His cock bobbed as his lower abdomen flexed.

“Fuck, gorgeous. You’re gonna make me cum already,” he groaned. 

Your movements halted, and he whined, biting down hard on his fist. 

“You’re so needy,” you teased. 

His hips bucked into the air, seeking any kind of friction. The vein on the underside of his cock was pulsing, the rhythm of his heart fast and unrelenting. 

“Yeah, 'cause I’ve been sittin’ here for days thinkin’ ‘bout sticking my fat cock down your throat while you're asleep. Spreading my pre all over your lips. You try dealin’ with that shit.” He moaned your name loudly as your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, your tongue teasing at his slit.

Your tongue swirled around the head of his cock, letting your spit fall through your lips and down his cock before squeezing him tightly with your hand, stroking him from tip to base. You hummed, encouraging him to keep going. 

“I lay down next to you at night just staring at your perfect ass,” his fingers tangled in your hair and gripped at the roots, forcing you down onto his cock. “I just wanna spread your thighs apart and work my cock into you, watching your face to see if you’re gonna wake up.”

You took him further into your mouth with each stroke. Your tongue swirled a circle around his tip each time you retreated. His hips slowly began to buck into your mouth, matching your pace and moving you further down on his cock until your nose was tickled by the trimmed hair at his pelvis.

“I wanna see you wake up screaming my name on my cock as you cum. Fu-fuck,” he stuttered. His hands tightened in your hair, and you looked up at him through your lashes, moaning as he held your head still and bucked into your hot mouth, taking control of your movements. You gagged around him slightly, and his eyes flared. 

It was already too much for him. The image of your sleeping figure taking his cock so well. You on your knees in front of him, indulging his little fantasy. His mouth was open, gasping for breath as he fucked your mouth. Your hands traveled down, one cupping his balls again, rolling them between your fingers perfectly as the other disappeared, and you dragged a finger across his perineurium, causing his body to hips to stutter again.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said, “gon’ cum in your mouth. Want you to swallow and show me, ya?”

You moaned in agreement, and he swore loudly as he pushed your head down once more and held you there while spurt after spurt of hot cum shot down your throat. His ears rang as he held you there, head thrown back and eyes closed, trying to bring himself back to earth. 

A small tap at his thigh had him releasing your hair quickly, and you gasped down a breath, a smirk gracing your perfect fucking mouth. 

“Lemme see, baby,” he said weakly, “Fucking Christ.” He threw an arm over his eyes when you stuck your tongue out, and all his cum was gone. You were fucking perfect. 

“You have my consent to fuck me while I’m asleep, handsome.”

He could have come again just at your words.

Which is how he wound up here, weeks later, cock buried to the hilt in your soaked pussy, doing everything he could do to keep from waking you up. Your pussy was sucking him in, refusing to let him go as if even in your sleep, you knew that he was going to pump you full. You had been so spread out for him when he came home late from work, a blanket barely flung over your body, wearing one of his shirts and no panties. 

His mind thought of nothing but your sweet cunt at that moment. He could only think of how you tasted as he dipped his tongue in and out of your glistening hole, prepping you to take his thick cock.

The sound of skin on skin filled the room as his balls slapped against your ass with every thrust. His pelvis added the perfect amount of pressure that even your sleeping form sought him out, sucking him back in every time he pulled out. 

He muffled his moans with your tit in his mouth, sucking your nipple into a taught peak as his hips stuttered and lost their rhythm more than once. He kept having to shove his cock back into your hole, too caught up in the way your body felt under him, so pliant and welcoming, to keep himself straight. He didn't understand how you were still asleep.

The soft mewls and moans that escaped your lips urged him on, and he watched your face as it scrunched up and your walls began to flutter around him. Your hand grabbed his forearm as you slowly woke up, realizing that the pleasure being wrung from your body wasn’t just in a dream.  

“G’mornin baby,” your boyfriend whispered before slamming his hips into yours, unable to keep himself at his leisure pace any longer. 

You moaned as he rubbed at your clit, snapping the cord in your belly that had been growing while you slept, and you came on his cock, your pleasure leaking from your body as you did. All it took was a few sloppy thrusts for him to empty himself deep inside you. He pushed his lips against yours, and you hummed into the kiss.  

“Good morning to you too."

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x HAWKS, Aizawa, Shinso, Bakugou, Grimmjow, Hanma, Kazutora, Chifuyu, Mikey, Kakashi.

A/N: this was supposed to be posted yesterday, but the ending kept fist-fighting me. Oh well, here ya go!

[angelltheninth]

Reunion Sex with Ichigo Kurosaki

Pairing: Ichigo Kurosaki x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, creampie, being pinned down, dirty talk, breathplay, subspace, rough dom!Ichigo

A/N: I like to think Ichigo can be both very gentle and very rough, regardless of his Hollow side.

"I missed you!" You moaned against Ichigo's chest while he continued to push his cock in and out of you like it was his first time doing so. You heard him sneaking into your room and what began as a make out session quickly escalated into you on your back, the sheets thrown over both of you on your one-person sized bed, bodies pressed tightly against each other's and moving in sync.

"I know, I know, I missed you too. I'm sorry for being away for so long." You felt his hand sneak between your bodies and find your clit, rubbing it in tight little circles that made your moans falter against his ear. "But I'm here now, I'll take care of you. And this little hole right here." His thrusts stopped for a second to feel how you pulsed around him, dripped down his cock and his balls, "It's mine to take care of isn't it?"

You tried with toys before, they helped a little but nothing could ease the emptiness you felt when your boyfriend was away, "All yours. Ichigo it's always been yours." From that first kiss you shared, you knew you wanted no one else.

"Well then I've been doing a poor job of taking care of it. You've been so good and took my cock without a word." His fingers wrapped around your throat, pressing you against the bed while his other hand still teased your clit and his cock kept thrusting in, he didn't need any more incentive to come inside you but still he asked, "Does my pretty girl want to take my load?"

As you tried to say yes his grip tightened and all that left your mouth was a wheeze. When you were on the edge of blacking out he let go, "Y-Yes." You managed to reply before he squeezed again. He wouldn't hurt you, that was something you were sure of, but he could come close when he wanted to. Your eyes fluttered closed, your body surrendering to him completely, your breathing, your orgasms, they were all Ichigo's to control. He would never disappoint you.

Sure enough he didn't.

His grip loosened just in time for you to moan his name in pleasure as your hips desperately tried to match his pace. He felt you becoming tighter, so fucking tight and warm, "Perfect little cum hole." He snickered as he fucked you through your orgasm, joining you in his own soon enough and shooting every drop if his cum as deep as it could go.

Ichigo's fingers were back on your body, gently caressing you, his lips gentle on your neck, against the marks he left. He didn't want to pull out until you came back to him. His soft touch and kisses slowly brought you out of your subspace, but you still had wrapped your legs around him, keen on keeping his cock inside you a little longer.

[thewritetofreespeech]

New Years Kisses - Bleach

Ichigo

Spends New Year’s home with his family, like any typical teen with very typical traditions, and invites you to join. Or as typical as an evening with the Kurosaki’s can be.

He likes watching you make the soba with Yuzu and setting up the kotatsu with Karin. It’s like your part of the family.

All of you eat and watch New Year’s specials until midnight finally comes, and then head out for the shrine. Ichigo isn’t sure he believes much in prayer anymore, with everything he’s seen & been through, but the tradition is nice.

After you all make your offerings, Ichigo sneaks the two of you off behind the fortune stand to still a kiss. Since he couldn’t give you a kiss officially at midnight with his dad & sisters around, this will have to do.

Renji

There’s a pretty big party for the lieutenants & rowdier members of the Soul Society that Renji goes to, and he brings you as his date.

It’s a pretty normal party. For Soul Reapers anyway. A lot of drinking, eating, and then inevitable challenges of strength (especially when Ikkaku gets drunk).

Renji of course gets swept up in it, but a lot less than usual since joining the 6th and because you’re there.

When he wins, he gives you a big kiss as his reward. If he loses, he still wants a kiss to console him.

Shuhei

At the same party as Renji, but tries to be more civil and reserved.

The key word is ‘tries.

Being around Rangiku, whose favorite past times are drinking and getting other people to drink, Shuhei is quickly swayed into the mayhem, despite his best efforts.

Spends a lot of the evening lying on the back patio, convinced the fresh air will sober him up, and falls over the banister when he tries to give you a kiss at midnight. Turning your romantic NYE kiss into a ‘kiss his boo-boo’ kind of kiss.

Byakuya

New Year’s is a big time for the Kuchiki Clan. It’s one of the few mandatory events all the extended family is expected to attend at the main estate, with a lot of ceremonies and a lot of people.

Byakuya has no opinion on the festivities. Tradition is tradition, and as head of the clan it is his duty to preserve them.

He tries to make time with you 1-on-1 during the event, but it always seems to be some crisis or conversation that needs his attention. Or yours, as your very integral to all the moving cogs of this event as well.

Still, he manages to sneak both of you out to the garden with Shunpo. Stealing just one private moment for the two of you, and a soft kiss in the moonlight, before you both have to go back and be good hosts.

Grimmjow

Zero concept of what a ‘New Years’ is.

There are no new years in Huecho Mundo. Time is sort of an unchanging constant for creatures there, so there is no need to mark it with a calendar like humans do.

For that reasons, Grimmjow thinks it’s pretty dumb. But he goes along with it because, in your relationship, he’s learned that if he goes along with it he will usually get treats in the end.

He likes the idea of kissing though. Wants to just skip to that part and has no understanding on this waiting until midnight crap. He just wants to kiss now!