#bleach x reader insert

[deathc-re]

your bf who can't control his boner while he watches you work out at the gym. he sees your ponytail swinging on the treadmill and remembers how he was pulling on it just before y'all left.

he sees how your ass clenches while you do your squats and remembers how he loves to grip that flesh, to slap it.

he sees you sitting on a bench, catching your breath, chest heaving and sweat dripping from your forehead. and he remembers that your chest heaves the same way and you sweat the same way after y'all have been going at it for hours but can't seem to get enough of each other.

he fucked you as soon you guys got home after that. after gym musk be damned. all he wanted as to feel you. (yall agreed to go to the gym at separate times after this incident)

yuuji, gojo, bakugo, denki, ichigo, kenpachi, renji, zoro, sanji, kidd, bokuto, daichi + whoever else you'd like

[dark-konohagakure2]

just aizen and baby trapping... can you see the vision... just him being a yan and breeding his squad member bc she keeps going agasint his word, aizen doesnt want her to ingure herself, after all aizen needs her for his plan..

tw: noncon, breeding, baby trapping, manipulation, power imbalance, abuse, size difference, humiliation, forced orgasm, sensory manipulation

All characters depicted are 18+

Aizen is a very calm man, frighteningly so, it would take the most dire of dire circumstances for him to so much as break a sweat, let alone lose his cold composure. Very few things irritate him, although insubordination is one thing he can't stand for, especially if it's continuously being done by the same person over and over again.

Normally Aizen would murder or mentally break anyone who'd dare to defy him, but he can't do that in this special case, this minion of his is required for his grand plan, and losing her would be a minor setback, a slight annoyance even. She's a tiny piece in his vast puzzle, but even the absence of the smallest of pieces will make the picture look incomplete. So instead of murdering or imprisoning her, Aizen has a different way to force her to remain by his side.

Aizen could easily just use his ability to instil feelings of adoration into her, but that would be too easy, not very fun for him. While usually a very serious man, Aizen does desire some recreation from time to time, and he isn't fully immune to desiring pleasures of the flesh, and if he can use those pleasures to ensure his plan stays on track, then Aizen will gladly indulge himself on her.

Aizen doesn't need to worry about getting her alone, he knows Las Noches inside and out, so if he needs to find her, he'll do so very quickly, whether she's preoccupied or not. Aizen's expression is unreadable, he's smiling like usual, but it doesn't reach his eyes, it never does reach those cold, calculating eyes of his. His touch is deceptively gentle yet firm as he holds her in place, his words as vague as usual.

"Why are you so insistent on defying me, hmm? Are you perhaps upset about not having enough responsibilities in my ranks? Well don't worry, I'll give you the most important responsibility of them all..."

His vagueness doesn't last very long when his intentions become very clear, as he pulls down her underwear, keeping her in place with his superior strength and size. Aizen is only doing this to remind her of his authority and to give her his 'responsibilities', but that doesn't mean he can't have a bit of fun with it, cruelly mocking her for being such a silly girl in thinking she can defy him without consequence, his mockery of her not stopping when when he's balls deep in her.

He isn't gentle, but he isn't rutting into her like an untamed beast in heat, he's not a simpleton who thinks with the head between his legs, instead he'll move at a pace that's somehow both too slow and too fast at the same time, the tip of his long cock brutally poking against her cervix with each thrust as he prepares to bestow her with his progeny.

Somebody walking in on them is a very real possibility, in fact she won't even know if someone is able to see them or is watching them, because Aizen will manipulate her perception to make it impossible for her to see anybody but him, so she has no clue if they're alone or surrounded by spectators. He's feeling especially cruel, so Aizen will tell her how good a show she's putting on for his Espada, even if they're completely alone.

There is one word that can be used to perfectly encapsulate Aizen's entire being: manipulation. Aizen can manipulate people with both his words and his Kyoka Suigetsu. In this case, Aizen will use his Kanzen Saimin to control not her mind, but her bodies reactions. He won't tell her that he's controlling her body of course, letting her believe that she's cumming uncontrollably on his cock all on her own.

"My my, cumming again are we? Your mouth might lie, but your body certainly doesn't... This is precisely why you're more suited for breeding than fighting."

Aizen will walk away from this lovely little encounter feeling very accomplished. Not only did he put a wayward puzzle piece back into it's proper place, but he ensured that it stays there permanenty. He doesn't really care about having a child, children aren't very interesting for him to interact with, but she certainly needs a baby in her fertile little womb, it'll do wonders to keep her compliant.

[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]

➡ 𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 2/2

bleach masterlist 1: multichapter & events main list.

bleach masterlist 2: older events and sfw & nsfw random fics, not event related.

ＳＡＦＥ ＦＯＲ ＷＯＲＫ ⋆ 𝐔𝐋𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ⋆ 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ⋆ 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 ⋆ 𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐄𝐀 ⋆ 𝐇𝐂𝐒: 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌 ⋆ 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏, 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀. ⋆ 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 - 𝐛𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⟢ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 // 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦

ＮＯＴ ＳＡＦＥ ＦＯＲ ＷＯＲＫ ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐗 & 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘! 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐒 ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐘 ⋆ 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐔𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ⋆ 𝐇𝐂𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄𝐍 ⋆ 𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 - 𝐊𝐎𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐒 & 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐃𝐒 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊!+18. 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆- 𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐃𝐓 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

ＥＶＥＮＴＳ 2/2 (recent events on masterlist 1)

𝐀 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 + 𝐀 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⭒ 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 kuchiki byakuya x f! reader⭒ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 jushiro ukitake x gn! reader⭒ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 adult! ishida uryu x f! reader R18+⭒ 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. kuchiki byakuya x f! reader. R18+

五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧 [+18] 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 - 𝙷𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚘 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 [+18] 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐞 - 𝙶𝚘𝚍! 𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍 𝕽𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘 ⋆ +18 Eyes For The King. Äs Nödt x f! reader ⋆ +18. Serve Me. Dom! Kuchiki Byakuya x f! reader ⋆ +18. HCs: Sexy Things Byakuya and you do together ⋆ +18. Eternity Only Lasts For a Minute. Aizen Sōsuke x f! reader ⋆ +18. adult! Kurosaki Ichigo n/s.fw Headcanons

𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 (𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐) +18 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐: 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓! 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟗: 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 - 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓! 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐗 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐁! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟎: 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 - 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎: 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟐: 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 - 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟔: 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐗, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 – 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⋆ 霊圧 + 淫慾. //𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 + 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭. [𝐓𝐇𝐄-𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇-𝐎𝐅-𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝘹 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈-𝐘𝐀 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣] ➡ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬t

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐱 (𝐕-𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭) ⋆ +18. 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18. 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏. 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

月が綺麗ですね 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐣𝐨 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⋆ +18. 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝟏: 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍. 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐: 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18. 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐱𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭) ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆+18 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐇𝐄𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⋆ +18 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒. 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 - 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐒 - 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18. 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 - 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 - 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⋆ +18. 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐑 𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐄 ⋆ +18. 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅! 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓! 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐓 ⋆ +18. 𝐔𝐋𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃

𝐎𝐡, 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⋆ +18. 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18. 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐖 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ~ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⋆ +18. 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋! 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⋆ +18. 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍! 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐖 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄

[ouch-thats-harsh]

Warnings: yandere ish, abuse and just upsetting slightly

Obsessions run deep, a simple liking to something or someone gone wrong... losing control has never seemed more tempting. he never meant to let it grow so foul, he liked the way you looked, the way you talked, the way you smiled. its was so sweet, sickeningly so after a while. his touches were friendly, now borderline threatening. you screamed for him to stop and let you be, he screamed to let him in your heart, how 'they' wanted to you see you two fall apart. he yells about how if you leave, its the end of you both, he knows where you belong, you really got a hold on him, so this isn't just puppy love. you nails dig deep in his skin, leaving red crescent indents, he finds pleasure in them. blood oozes from your wounds. It's clear to him when you stopped struggling, you love him now.

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𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐞-𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 | 𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Been holding onto this for a while. Don’t know why. But I needed to get some more fluff out there for this giant teddy bear man. Plus, anon with that soft ask unknowingly encouraged me 🥰

➳❥ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.9k

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, short reader (cuz this damn man is tall af), none, fluff, humour

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Zaraki finds it damn near impossible to control himself when an angry chipmunk was scolding him.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The heavy doors to the training room of the 11th Division swung open with a loud and resounding thud, startling a handful of Shinigami mid-practise. There you stood, fists clenched at your sides, eyes blazing with unrestrained fury. The sheer anger of your stormy expression was almost comical when contrasted with your stature—a fact that didn’t escape the trainees watching you march in like an avenging storm. Your small frame made every determined stomp echo louder, and for a moment, the entire room froze, unsure whether to be terrified or amused.

“Oi, what’s this now?” he drawled lazily as his gravelly voice carried an undertone of amusement while his smirk widened. His sharp eyes glinted with interest, but you didn’t falter.

He turned his head, a slow smirk spreading across his scarred face as he spotted you marching towards him like a tiny whirlwind of rage. His men instinctively stepped aside as you closed the distance, your reiatsu flaring just enough to hint at how furious you were.

“Zaraki Kenpachi!” you barked loudly, far louder than your stature should allow. “We need to talk. Now!”

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening into a toothy grin. Tilting his head and feigning confusion, the glint of mischief in his eyes betrayed his intentions. “Something wrong, shorty?”

“You know damn well what’s wrong! And don’t ‘shorty’ me!” Your fists clenched tighter at the nickname, and you stopped directly in front of him, craning your neck to glare up at his towering form. It was like talking to a mountain. Zaraki didn’t move, didn’t blink, and didn’t stop grinning down at you. His expression made it clear that he wasn’t taking you seriously in the slightest, and that only stroked the fire in your anger.

“You were supposed to take me on the mission!” you snapped and jabbed a finger toward his chest—well, toward his diaphragm, considering how high you could reach. “We planned this! You, me, side by side, taking on whatever threat there was in the World of the Living. And then, last minute, you station me with them.”

He didn’t need clarification to know you were referring to Ikkaku and Yumichika. The duo had returned with you just hours ago, still rattling on about the mission’s chaos, and now here you were, looking like you wanted to tear him apart. He could almost hear Ikkaku laughing somewhere in the distance.

“Those two are good backups,” Zaraki explained with a shrug as though that should be enough.

But it clearly wasn’t for you. You bristled, practically vibrating in your spot. “They’re not you! You left me out of the real fight and sent me on cleanup duty with them! Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?”

Leaning forward slightly, Zaraki closed the already vast height difference between you. His shadow loomed over you, and yet, despite the raw power radiating from him, all you felt was irritation. “What’re you gonna do about it, huh?”

You didn’t hesitate to lash out, taking the bait he was giving for free. “I’m gonna give you a piece of my mind!”

The sight of you squaring up to him—a small, furious figure practically buzzing with willpower—was too much for Zaraki. He snorted, the sound rumbling deep in his chest like distant thunder, and his grin widened, showing a flash of teeth as he crossed his arms again, waiting for you to continue your outburst.

But he couldn’t help it. The longer you stood there, glaring up at him with your hands on your hips, the more you reminded him of a tiny animal puffing itself up to look intimidating. A squirrel, perhaps. Or maybe a chipmunk. Unfortunately, the comparison further prompted him to chuckle a deep, guttural sound which only fuelled your irritation.

“Are you laughing at me?” you demanded, narrowing your eyes.

“You’re just so damn tiny,” Zaraki said, his grin splitting into a full-on laugh now. “Look at you, tryna to act all tough. It’s hilarious.”

Your face flushed with anger. He was deliberately pushing your buttons, and it was working.

“Fine!” you huffed. Spinning on your heel, you stormed off toward the corner of the training hall, where a small stack of stools was neatly tucked away.

All he could do was watch with curiosity as you grabbed one of the stools and dragged it back toward him, the wooden legs screeching slightly against the floor. The sound was obnoxious, but you didn’t care. You were on a mission.

“What the hell ya doin’?” he asked, still laughing as he watched you struggle to position the stool in front of him. You continued to ignore him and climbed onto it, finally able to look him in the eye—well, almost. The stool gave you just enough height to reach his upper chest, but you refused to let that stop you. Placing your hands on your hips, you glared up at him with all the ferocity you could muster.

“Now,” you said, voice firm and steady, “maybe you’ll actually take me seriously.”

That was the final straw for Zaraki. He threw his head back and laughed, the sound booming and unrestrained. The sight of you—tiny, determined, and standing on a stool to lecture him—was too much for him to handle.

“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me,” he said between laughs, wiping at his eye with one hand. “This is the funniest thing I’ve seen all week.”

Your eye twitched. You came here with every intention of making him understand how upset you were, but instead, he was treating you like a joke.

“I’m serious, Zaraki!” you snapped, stomping one foot on the stool for emphasis. “You can’t just make decisions like that without telling me first!”

He merely grinned down at you, his expression still one of pure amusement. “You’re really gonna stand on that thing and lecture me?”

“Damn right I am!” you shot back.

His grin widened, and he leaned in closer, his eye gleaming with mischief. “You’re not even tall enough to reach my shoulder, even with that stool. You think I’m scared of you, shorty?”

“You should be!” you retorted, jabbing a finger at his chest again. “Because if you ever pull a stunt like this again, I swear—”

“You’ll what?” Zaraki interrupted teasingly.

Your mind blanked for a moment. What could you do to a man like Zaraki Kenpachi? The sheer absurdity of your situation hit you all at once, and you found yourself struggling to come up with a suitable threat.

“I’ll—”

“Yeah?” he repeated, leaning in even closer, his breath warm against your face.

You groaned, throwing your hands up in frustration. “I don’t know, but I’ll think of something!”

He barked out another laugh, stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest again. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

“I’m not trying to be adorable!” you protested, stamping your foot again.

“That’s what makes it funny,” he said, still grinning.

You stared at him, utterly exasperated. He wasn’t going to take you seriously, no matter what you said or did, and you were starting to feel like you were fighting a losing battle.

“Why do I even bother?” you muttered under your breath, stepping off the stool and pushing it aside with a huff.

His grin softened slightly as he reached out and ruffled your hair, much to your annoyance. “You’re too cute when you’re mad, shorty. Can’t help but mess with you.”

You swatted his hand away, glaring up at him again. “You’re annoying.”

“And you’re fun to mess with,” he countered, still smirking.

You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could say anything, one of the trainees in the corner let out an audible snicker. Your head snapped toward the sound, and the poor Shinigami immediately straightened, looking like he wanted to sink into the floor.

“This isn’t funny!” you shouted, pointing a finger in his direction.

That only made Zaraki laugh harder, prompting you to spin back around to face him, fists clenched at your sides again. “Stop laughing at me, you overgrown oaf! I’m trying to have a serious conversation here!”

“You call this serious?” Zaraki said, wiping a tear from his eye. His grin hadn’t faltered for a second. “You look like a pissed-off chipmunk. I half expect you to start throwing acorns at me.”

You let out a growl of frustration, which only added to his amusement. He towered over you like an unshakable mountain, completely unfazed by your anger, and it was infuriating.

“Do you even understand why I’m mad?” you demanded, planting your hands on your hips.

“Yeah, yeah,” Zaraki said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “You’re mad ‘cause I didn’t take you with me, and you got stuck with those two instead of fighting the big guy with me. I get it.”

“Then why are you laughing?” you snapped, glaring up at him.

“Because you’re making it too easy,” he said, his grin widening. “Look at you, all puffed up and tiny. How am I supposed to keep a straight face when you’re like this?”

You let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I swear, Zaraki if you call me tiny one more time—”

“What?” he interrupted, leaning down again with a playful glint in his eye. “What’re you gonna do about it, shorty?”

Your patience finally snapped. You launched yourself at him, aiming a punch at his chest, but he caught your fist effortlessly, his grin never wavering.

“Feisty,” he said, holding your hand in his massive grip. “You really think you can take me down?”

Instead of answering, you stuck your tongue out like a child. “You’re so mean to me. Let go!”

“Not until you calm down,” he said, his tone teasing but firm.

“I’ll calm down when you stop being an ass!” you shot back, glaring up at him.

Chuckling, he released your hand and stepped back. “Alright, alright. You’ve made your point. You’re mad. I get it.”

“Do you?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. “Because it doesn’t feel like you’re taking me seriously at all.”

He tilted his head, his grin softening slightly. “I get it. You wanted to fight with me, not with those two idiots. Next time, I’ll think twice before leaving you out, alright?”

You stared at him, trying to decide if he was being sincere or just trying to placate you. His expression was still dripping with amusement, but there was a hint of something else—something genuine—in his tone.

“Fine,” you muttered, turning away from him. “But if you pull this stunt again, I swear I’ll hide your bells.”

He laughed again, the sound echoing through the training hall. “I would pay to see that happen.”

The trainees in the corner were trying—and failing—not to laugh, and you shot them a glare that made them immediately look away. Zaraki, however, was unfazed, still grinning down at you like you were the most entertaining thing he’d seen in years.

“Just…don’t leave me out next time,” you said, your tone softer now.

“Deal.”

You sighed, finally letting your anger melt away. “Good. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find Ikkaku and Yumichika before they spread more embarrassing stories about me.”

Watching as you turned and marched out of the training hall, your head held high, he laughed once more. As much as he loved teasing you, he couldn’t help but admire your fire.

“You’re so damn funny,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head with a grin.

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[beyondallodds]

THINKING! About a fanfic with a reader-insert, where the plot goes along normally. They're part of the main characters, they defeat villains, they know everyone's futures and past, help them with their struggles – but one little thing.

No one knows their name.

They're a foreign-exchange student? The teachers are wondering who tf "Y/N" or "[ name ]" is, but whenever they have to call them out, they suddenly voice out the name.

They randomly appeared in the destination you were supposed to be in? What's that literal BLUR on the ground that LOOKS like a human being?

Might not even be a human being. Could be a slime.

Whenever characters think about them, their characteristics always blurs; what hair? What clothing? Do they have siblings? Why're they so quirky and involved in everyone's lives?

It's seemingly just the little things you're meant to know about someone.

But after they marry the main lead, sharing a last name, suddenly.. it all becomes clear. They gain a name.

That's [ Y/N ] [ L/N ]. You don't know them? Neither do I.

[mightbmel]

MDNI | soft sex with a gentle giant

He watches your chest rise faster, feels your palms on his chest, ever so slightly pushing him away, yet he stays and stares at you, watching every expression and movement you made, refusing to let go as he keeps you underneath him, so full of him, as you’ve taken him before.

Your poor attempt to push him away does nothing to get him off you, his will stronger than your desire to escape how he made you feel, and how full he felt inside of you.

“I can’t take it”, you said, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Not when he’s made love to you before and will do so again, showing you again and again you can take him. Take all the love he so strongly desires to give you, even if your body tries its hardest to push him away, to escape the long drag of his cock sliding deep inside you, little by little.

He does nothing but watch, the light in his eyes meeting your own as there’s nothing but affection and adoration in them, watching you fall apart as he gives you his all.

And you take him, as you have before, and will again, feeling his cock inch his way inside you, thighs threatening to shut around his hips while he thrusts himself inside, ever so slowly, his eyes never leaving your face as he watches your brows furrow, and your breath quicken the deeper he gets inside.

His arms, heavily planted beside your shoulders as he lowers himself, to plant a kiss beneath your chin, down to your neck, deeply mumbling sweet nothings as you tremble beneath him.

He hears you, and he listens, answering your soft whines with the sweetest kisses and softest touch as his lips linger on your neck, pressing so gently as his hair tickles your skin in just the slightest. He moves, continuing, until his lips find the other side of your neck, sucking just long enough to leave a mark of his affection behind. But you say nothing, focusing your breathing in an attempt to calm down, just like he told you.

“Breathe, mi amor..” he told you, doing so with his lips now beside your ear as you swear you could hear every breath of his own, making contact with the skin on the curves of your neck where he’s buried, a soft and warm wind grazing your skin in the slightest.

For a second, he thought back on how sensitive you used to be. His body hovering over yours on the bed in your room, two teenagers exploring intimacy as his breath mingled with yours, the softest kisses on your skin as he sucked and nipped at your skin, slowly around your neck, just as he was now.

Memories of watching you shy away as his lips press on your neck, your room filled only with the smallest sounds of his mouth meeting your neck, suckling as the slightest red appeared on the surface.

He cherished all of it, from the start of exploring intimacy together during your youth as seniors in high school, to the present, showing you what he learned in that time by loving you just the way you liked. Whether that meant being by your side soaking in each others warmth quietly underneath the blanket, or sliding himself so slow and deep enough you swear you could feel him in your stomach, kissing you along the way.

But soon enough, when his skin meets yours, meeting you all the way inside, you can’t help but breathe hastily at how full you felt. Your thighs trembling slightly at the stretch of him penetrating your insides, as he’s quick to hush your cries, swallowing them with his full lips against your own, as he shifts upwards further to press deep inside you, adoring the way your breath picks up and your eyes widen, lips open just enough to let your breaths leave you.

Steadily, he makes the move to roll his hips against your own, slowly, quick to swallow the moan you let out the instant he did as he sunk deep inside, pulling out to thrust back in, as the pitch of your voice began to escalate.

The creaking of the bed became an instrument in the orchestra you two played, your song of cries mingling with the cymbals of his heavy breath, intertwining together to make a symphony of intimacy and longing love.

Yasutora wouldn’t want it any other way, to have you underneath him singing songs of pleasure and crying his name, as every roll of his hips to slide back inside you felt like heaven, swearing your cunt sucked him back in anytime he threatened to slip back out, with your ring of flesh pulling him in each time.

“Shit— carino.. it’s like you’re pulling me in—“ he struggled, his breathing heavy as his attempts to quell his ravenous desire to go faster and go harder were tougher the more you tightened around him, like the feeling of his body rolling against your own as the sweat in between glued you together wasn’t enough.

But he didn’t still, continuing to please you as he was driven to do so with passion, taking a strong hand to lift your thigh as he angled your hips on the bed, somehow thrusting even deeper as he had further reach to thrust inside you.

“Yasutora—!”

Your cries of pleasure swam around his ears and into the bank of his mind, taking them in as they drove him to go deeper, go harder, and he did, rolling his hips against yours with your skin flushed together so closely you felt like you could truly intertwine with him any moment and be one, as his heavy breaths beside your ear told you he was close, your cunt telling him you were, too.

The view you had from below of him on top of you made you react, your walls tightening around him the second your gaze lingered on his chiseled face, parted lips releasing heavy grunts, rolling abs, and loving eyes, never parting from your form as he looked down at you, giving you his all.

And the sight of you beneath him, sweaty and flushed in all your glory, sweet soft lips parting to mewl his name, breasts bouncing with every thrust, and your eyes, teary with pleasure and overstimulation from it all as the fullness of his cock inside you was too much, lidded by your eyelids as they threatens to roll back, only to focus as rolled them back to him, giving him the same lustful and passionate gaze he gave you.

The look in your eyes and sounds of your voice was what got to him, the sudden feeling he knew too well pooling in the lower half of his body as he began to go faster, and sloppier, driven to make you cum before he did.

And you did, locking your arms around his giant frame and digging your nails into his skin with a loud cry, shaking violently in his arms as he took in the way your eyes rolled back and shut the second you came, tightening so harshly around his cock that it pulled him out of his own lustful haze, spilling deep inside of you with a last few final thrusts, thumbing your clit in circles to get you through your high.

But that wasn’t enough for Yasutora, no. He wanted more, wanted to make you feel more, and he gave you more. So before you could even recover from your last climax, he slipped outside to stroke his cock, reading himself again to enter inside you again before flipping you over, to your surprise.

You clutched the sheets with wide eyes, looking back at him as you only met his eyes looking back, staring deeply into yours with affection, as his hand rubbed at your plump backside.

“Yasutora, I—“

“I know you can take it, my love. I want to make you feel good..”

Looking back at him, after a moment of thought you nodded, warmth filling your cheeks, as he was always eager to please.

With a slow breath and release of the tension in your muscles, the pads of his fingers spread your cheeks wide enough, earning a groan from behind while he parted your lips, watching how his cum spilled out from inside of you.

But he wasted no time, planting his arms back to where they were to hover over you while you felt him slide back inside, letting go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.

He checked up on you once more, a hand caressing your sides and your cheek as you smiled back, faltering for a moment the second he moved.

The night went on as his hips rolled against your backside, rhythmically rocking back and forth while the chirps of cicadas and crickets were lost on your consciousness, fading away in the background of your mind, as you were much more focused on the sensation he made you feel.

Already being overstimulated from coming once, twice, thrice, at least, to your recollection, it wasn’t hard to find yourself tightening around him again with the way your clit rubbed against the surface of the sheets.

He felt you too, he knew you were close, the way your voice pitched higher and your grip on the sheets grew tighter, feeling the same as he rocked himself inside and out of your cunt.

And it didn’t take long for his deep grunts and your whiny moans to intertwine, swiftly reaching down with big hands to your own much smaller ones to meet as he kept at it, going faster, with the jingle of his gold coin necklace rocking with him.

The closer he got to his release, the lower he bent, his chest against your chest practically burying you in the sheets beneath his body to surround you as he felt the way you tightened around his cock, gripping his hands, telling him all, as he felt you cum all over him, shaking with the same intensity as before, if not more, as this brought upon his own release, spilling deep inside of you for the last time that night.

Yasutora stilled, his pelvis locked to the skin of your ass cheeks as the hold of his arms beside you faltered for just a second, cumming in thick ropes as it painted your insides. Even with his strength, the feeling of you wrapped around him so tightly while he came made it difficult to hold himself up above you for long, so carefully, he pulled out inch by inch, earning a whine from you as the slick sound of him leaving your cunt wasn’t lost on you.

It took a moment to catch your breath, sweat sticking to your skin and in turn the sheets, while you honestly felt empty, now that he no longer filled you.

But you didn’t mind, as the aftercare always made up for it.

He picked you up, washed you down with the gentlest touch in the tub you shared, and laid you back down, on fresh, new sheets.

And no matter how much time has passed, he’s proven to you time and time again, he’ll always love you, just the way you liked.

[marionettesgarden]

BITE ME | grimmjow x reader

SYNOPSIS. in which—a dumb human asks a dumb question. seriously, grimmjow would throttle you if he wasn't concerned that you would lose more of the braincells that you so desperately need.

CONTENT. fluff, slight ooc!grimmjow, gn!reader, no use of y/n, ambiguous reader, can be read as platonic or romantic, denial of feelings, soft!grimmjow, unreliable narrator

WORD COUNT. 458

AUTHOR'S NOTE. just a little thought i quickly jotted down that i ended up expanding upon! idk what it is abt grimmjow but i LOVE HIM lol!! i also really want to expand more on their relationship bc i have so many more ideas written down! anyways, enjoy my first work on here!

It was a fairly normal day. You weaved your fingers between his light blue strands as he used your lap as his own personal pillow.

But, of course, you had to open your mouth.

“Hey, what do you think my soul tastes like?”

He snapped back, “Ya want ta get eaten by a hollow that badly, or what?”

That draws a little laugh from you and, without realizing it, his body relaxes further beneath the soothing sounds you emit. 

Looking at you now, all flesh, laughter, and everything else that marked you as one of the living, he wonders how you would taste. Would it be the warm spice of sunny afternoons spent lounging on your couch as you played whatever inane movie you found? Sweet, like the damn decadent pastries you’d sometimes bring home and shove down his throat? Bitter? Some indescribable taste he could never fathom? Or, worse, nothing?

His brow furrows. He feels the tension return, the emptiness he could never sate amplifies as his stomach twists itself into knots.

You wouldn’t taste good, he half-heartedly snorts, if how his body reacts is any indication. No, he’s quite sure you’d taste dreadful. You serve more use alive and tending to his every need than as some one time meal he likely wouldn’t enjoy. 

Despite convincing himself of this, there was still an unnecessary tension in his body. He surmises it to be some leftover instinct from when he was an adjuchas. After all, he had already laid claim to your space, to you. No wonder he was getting all pissed, he always had hated the thought of others messing with what was his.

He huffs, shifting to lay face up on your lap, long limbs stretching with an almost feline likeness as he shamelessly takes up your space. 

“You’re mine, got it? Ain’t lettin’ a damn thing touch what’s mine.”

Now that gets a reaction out of you. He’d never admit aloud that he enjoys the flustered look on your face. Teasing you was just so easy. He never really had the chance to lightheartedly tease someone, such was the nature of hollows whose sole purpose was to survive.

“Yours, huh?” He preens a little at that, at how you so easily admitted it. “You wouldn’t be interested in even a tiny little nibble?”

He shifts, now laying on his side and facing away from you.

“Like I’d even enjoy eatin’ ya in the first place.” His tone, offended as he lazily grumbled.

You laugh again and, this time, he allows the muscles in his face to move and pull his lips into a semblance of a smile. 

Yeah, he thinks as he sinks deeper into you and the couch, he likes you better alive.

divider by @bronzewasp

[my-my-my]

Hello! I haven’t figured out if your requests are still open, in that case I apologize. You write Aizen in a magnificent way and I was wondering if I can submit a request. I was thinking of “Aizen x female reader”. To be specific, Aizen having sex with Urahara’s sister? I see him as the type to do that, help😽

Thank you for your kind words! Also I LOVE your idea. It took me a fair bit to grapple with it, but I hope you like and enjoy it! I've also been an AU mood, so I hope that's ok!

I low-key hc Urahara as a little brother since he gives spoiled baby brother vibes, so reader is his older sister for this 🤭.

NSFW: Aizen x (Slightly) Older Reader, Kisuke's out-and-about... and may have an idea of what's happening.

Word Count: 3970 words

[Click here to read on AO3.]

This is arguably one of the longest things I've written. I really ran with this idea lol.

It bothered Sosuke to no end to see his lab mate, Urahara Kisuke, clumsily complete his portion of the PowerPoint presentation that they were both presenting… one hour before their class.

Beyond the fake, thick lensed glasses, and the tight, yet polite smile, Sosuke was seething that the clown in front of him was getting a higher grade in their Applications of Chemometrics class.

“Urahara-san, I can help with your portion of the PowerPoint.” Sosuke offered, to the bewildered-looking Kisuke. His pale blonde hair was disheveled, his clothes in disarray, and the dark bags under his eyes emphasizing how haggard he looked.

Kisuke made a motion for Sosuke to stop talking, as he focused on the screen in front of him, muttering his key points under his breath.

“Have this then.” Sosuke curtly said, handing him a medium cup of coffee with some sugar. The one thing he knew Kisuke wouldn’t say no to. Kisuke immediately grabbed the drink and chugged it down quickly, surprising Sosuke at how the man didn’t flinch at the hot liquid burning his throat.

“Thanks for that, Aizen-san!” Kisuke beemed at him, as if the coffee was key to transform him into his usual, lackadaisical self. The man had a large grin on his face as he happily typed the rest of his points on to the slide deck.

Sosuke looked at him, dismayed again, by the notion that someone of Kisuke’s intellect, was still so… foolish.

“That went well, don’t you think Aizen-san?” Kisuke laughed as he patted Sosuke on the back.

Sosuke let out a sign, “yes, it did. But it surely would’ve been better if you spent more time preparing.”

Kisuke’s laughs increased, as if he was snickering, “and where would the fun be in that?”

“You call this fun!?” Sosuke asked, exasperated.

“Anyways, why don’t you come to my family home for Golden Week? And don’t tell me you can’t because, you’re going to be studying.” Kisuke said, drawing out his sentence in a teasing tone. “We’re taking the same courses, and we don’t have any assignments due for the next few weeks.”

Sosuke glared at him, “no.” Kisuke pouted, which Sosuke hated.

“C’mon!” Kisuke whined, “I know you’re just going to hole yourself in the library.”

“I don’t want to meet the family of whoever gave rise to you.” Sosuke remarked, making his way to the chemistry labs.

“I have it on good authority, that there is only one of me, Aizen-san!” Urahara said, snickering at him. “The rest of my family, is what you would call…” Urahara tilted his head to the ceiling, thinking, “normal.”

Sosuke scoffed again, “I doubt that.”

“Then let’s have a bet! If you stay with me for Golden Week, and you don’t find my family normal, I owe you 20,000 yen.” Kisuke said, grinning as he extended his hand. Sosuke glared at him, staring at Kisuke’s open hand and the smug look on the blonde man’s face.

“You have yourself a deal.” Sosuke said, shaking Kisuke’s hand in a firm grip.

“And welcome to my humble abode!” Urahara exclaimed spreading his arms wide at the entrance to his home. The Urahara estate was surprisingly grand in nature. Well, Sosuke wasn’t too surprised, because the careless behaviour Kisuke exhibited from time to time always came across as someone who didn’t really understand the value of money.

The garden seemed well maintained, and the house was in perfect shape, with modest decor. A complete contrast to the utter disgust and horror of Kisuke’s personal apartment near campus.

Kisuke instructed Sosuke to leave his belongings near the entrance, as “the housekeeper will put in your room.” Which again, did not surprise Sosuke that Kisuke relied on a housekeeper.

“How long have you had a housekeeper for?” Sosuke inquired, as Kisuke led them to the sitting room. There were no family photos, but beautiful pieces of artwork and paintings filling the space.

Kisuke shrugged as he explained there was always one when he grew up. Sosuke made no remarks but noted that the man had some kind of upper-class upbringing.

“Oh Ki-chan, is that you!?” Sosuke turned around, seeing you enter the room.

Kisuke gave a sheepish laugh as he waved at you. “Aizen-san, this is my sister.” As he introduced you. Sosuke bowed towards you, “thank you for having me, I’m Aizen Sosuke.”

“Oh of course! A friend of my brother is always welcome!” You beamed at him, taking note that how polite Aizen was, and quite handsome, albeit a bit nerdy looking with his glasses.

“I didn’t know you would be home” Kisuke explained, “mom said she’d be away for Golden Week. She didn’t say anything about you staying or anything.”

You laughed at his response and patted Kisuke’s hair, earning him a grumble of “I’m a grown man.”

“Midori mentioned you were coming over with a friend so I wanted to say hi.” Your head patting became slightly more forceful, “since someone doesn’t like texting me back.”

Sosuke stared at the scene in front of him, thinking of how Kisuke not only blew off his classmates and friends, but also his sibling.

“He doesn’t respond to my texts either.” Sosuke interjected with a soft laugh. “I thought he would at least have some courtesy to respond to his family.”

You sighed dramatically, letting go of Kisuke’s scalp, “See, Ki-chan? It’s normal to check-in every once in a while. Have you been to his apartment, Aizen-san?”

“Please call me, Sosuke.” Aizen politely requested, giving you a kind smile. Kisuke narrowed his eyes as he watched the scene unfold, but his expression was unreadable.

“Sure! Sosuke-kun it is. Have you been to Ki-chan’s apartment? Has he cleaned up after himself yet?” You giggled as you looked at your brother. Kisuke gave you a glare, but nothing you weren’t used to.

Sosuke shook his head, “I try to avoid it if I can. I don’t think it’s habitable for humans.” The two of you shared a laugh as Kisuke scoffed.

“Stop bothering Sosuke-kun and get out of here sis.” Kisuke said, as he tried to push you out of the room. Sosuke gave a pointed look at Kisuke at the use of his first name, but said nothing of it.

“Fine, fine! But let me make dinner for you two, it’ll be my treat!” Kisuke rolled his eyes and agreed for the both of them as you went about the rest of your day.

Three days had passed as Sosuke stayed with Kisuke on his estate. He hated to admit it, but once Kisuke was serious about something, he was a great conversation partner. A larger part of himself also didn’t want to admit he enjoyed your company during dinner or lunch. You insisted that Kisuke eat homemade meals, and made “Ki-chan’s” favourites. Sosuke took in great pride watching Kisuke embarrass himself over your fussing. Sosuke also didn’t want to admit how attractive you were to him. It bothered him immensely to have developed an attraction so quickly to someone, let alone Kisuke’s sibling. So many things bothered Sosuke about this “vacation.” But there were only a few days left during this stay at the estate, and Sosuke was never one to quit.

Which is why he resorted to masturbating to fantasies of you during his routine showers.

As the water rained down his body, Sosuke stared at his growing erection, his thoughts still lingering of you from last night’s dinner. The way your eyes lit up as he complimented your dishes, the slight blush of your cheeks for every praise he doled out to you. Or the way you would bite your lip or pout whenever Kisuke did something that annoyed you (and Sosuke).

He slowly began to pump his cock, thinking about how you had tried to grab some ingredients from the top shelf of the pantry closet, and he held the small of your back. The soft gasp that escaped your lips and the way your eyes widened at his touch. The way your lips curved to give him a gentle smile.

Sosuke let a groan as he thought about the sound and looks you gave him, thinking of you underneath him. Groans were followed by pants before hot liquid covered his hand, that was sooner washed away by the shower.

Sosuke knew he had to get a grip. There were only a few days left and he would leave this estate and you behind.

Walking through the estate, Sosuke couldn’t find Kisuke anywhere. In fact, it felt like no one was around, until he walked by the kitchen. Sosuke stood near the door, as he quietly watched you put away groceries, your eyes lighting up, from what he assumed over ideas on what to cook. You had music playing in the background, as you hummed and sang along. He watched you intensely as you danced around the kitchen, putting things away.

It amazed him how similar, yet dissimilar you and Kisuke were. You were thoughtful, respectful and generous. You took initiative in trying to understand Kisuke (and Sosuke’s) interests and hobbies, even if it went over your head sometimes. Yet at the same time, you and Kisuke had the same affinity for childish humour and pranks. You played along with his bizarre ideas, often encouraging him. Sometimes Sosuke felt that Kisuke was being spoiled, and that made him a bit jealous.

Just a bit, he thought to himself.

You were lost in thought and didn’t realize Sosuke was behind you until you turned around, faceplanting yourself in his chest.

“I’m so sorry Sosuke-kun! I didn’t notice you were here. I thought you went out with my brother.” You explained, brushing Sosuke’s shirt for nonexistent dust.

“It’s quite alright.” Sosuke said, with the ever so kind smile again. You couldn’t get a read off of him. He was incredibly polite and thoughtful, to the point you were surprised your brother had made such a friend. “Do you happen to know where he is?” Sosuke inquired, a puzzled look on his face.

“Sadly I don’t, and I tried texting him as well. I’m guessing he didn’t say anything to you either?” You asked, leaning your back to the counter. Sosuke shook his head, to which you sighed in response, “what am I going to do with him…”

Sosuke stood there, still with the same smile on his face. “Sosuke-kun, would you like me to make you anything in the meantime?”

Sosuke sat in the parlour room with you as you had prepared him a pot of your favourite Western tea. You explained to him how you enjoyed “afternoon tea” lately, and the variety of sweet and savoury dishes that accompanied it. Sosuke, of course, had already known about the concept, but indulged you as you explained it to him. His eyes would soften as you looked at him with smiles and the fluttering of your voice as you shared favourite aspects for him.

“I hope my brother hasn’t been too much of a bother for you, Sosuke-kun.” You said, refilling his porcelain cup with more of your favourite tea. “Ki-chan can be peculiar about things, and he never was great at keeping friends.” You had admitted, “well there’s Yoruichi-san and Tessai-san, but he doesn’t bring them up anymore. It’s been years since I last saw them with him.”

Sosuke vaguely recalled Yoruichi, but Tessai was someone he was unfamiliar with. “I see, well we’ve been classmates for years, at differing moments of our life, but I suppose you can say that graduate school is where we got to know each other.” Sosuke explained, taking a sip of the tea.

“Really? You’ve known Ki-chan for longer? He’s never mentioned you before.” You were shocked at the revelation, but Sosuke didn’t seem bother by it.

“We went to the same elementary and high schools, but weren’t in the same classes, were in different friend groups and had different extracurriculars.” Sosuke continued on, unsure as to why he was sharing this with you.

You laughed to yourself, “extracurriculars? Ki-chan wouldn’t even bother. Our mother tried so hard to get him to do something with his time, but he had no interest in it. I’m honestly surprised he mustered up the discipline to do his PhD.” You said, swirling your teacup before taking a sip.

“He’s a brilliant man,” Sosuke admitted.

“Yes he is, but so are you, Sosuke-kun! Don’t sell yourself short.” As you gave him a big grin.

For once, Sosuke felt flustered at your response. He felt his cheeks warm and muttered a thank you. He thought he was used to praises and admiring remarks from men and women alike, but from you, it was different – it felt heartfelt and sincere.

The two of you enjoyed the rest of the afternoon in quiet conversation, from the weather outside, to childhood memories and everything in between. But still, Kisuke was nowhere to be found.

Sighing in defeat, you began to gather the tea ware to clean, but Sosuke, ever the gentleman, helped you carry some of the fine porcelain pieces back into the kitchen.

“I don’t mean to offend,” Sosuke said, calling your name, “but I’m surprised you cook and clean. Doesn’t your housekeeper do it for you?”

“Oh, Midori-san? When I was a teenager, it didn't feel right with me to have a housekeeper, so when our mother was away, I asked Midori-san to teach me things. I never saw myself living in this house forever, so I wanted to know how to cook and clean on my own.”

“Hm, so Urahara-san never bothered to learn with you it seems.” To which you laughed in response.

“Yes, I suppose so!” You smiled at him, as the two of you quietly cleaned the cups and cutlery together.  

“Sosuke-kun, do you know how to play Koi-Koi?

Koi-Koi was a game Sosuke knew of in passing but had never actually played. You provided him a cheat sheet with all the possible pairings and explained the rules to him. His face as emotionless, but your excitement over the game was cute.

“Do people make bets with this game?” Sosuke inquired, as he inspected his hand.

“Oh, I suppose some might. Would you like to bet something, Sosuke-kun?” You asked politely.

Sosuke nodded his head, “how about we decide after we play?” He suggested, giving you again, the same kind smile. You didn’t think he was being genuine this time but wanted to play along.

“I’ve never made a bet playing koi-koi, but I also don’t play it as often as I’d like. Ki-chan hates playing it.” You said sadly.

“Why?”

“I think it’s because this game is left to chance, and he is someone who always works with plan after plan. He may have devised a strategy to secure whatever combinations with what he was dealt with, but koi-koi can be unforgiving.” You explained, as you dealt the cards for the table. “He can build the combinations he has planned out, but he will never know when I can end it for him. I think it’s for that reason, it bothers him.” You surmised, a wistful look on your face as you neatly arranged the cards for the table.

Sosuke had to agree to play for three rounds, which he learned, were also referred to as months. He inspected the cards and noticed that they were fairly faded, with the black edges fading to white. He was also surprised by how small the cards were, his hands engulfing them, while again, you looked cute holding yours.

Sosuke had drawn the better card, determining him to go first. You had offered to go “easy” on him by showing your hand and he would show his, but he explained it wasn’t necessary. “You said I was a quick learner a few days ago.” Sosuke said with a chuckle.

He played conservatively the first round, securing five points after building “Blue Ribbons,” which allowed him to go first again for the second round. Confident with the rules of the game, Sosuke could see what possible combinations he could make with his hand, and repeated “koi-koi” as he built his growing point pile.

Then you had to ruin it. You made a measly junk pile, worth one point and refused to call koi, ending the round.

All the points Sosuke had built, the Rainy Four Lights, Red Poetry Ribbons and both Moon and Cherry Blossom Viewing… all gone.

Sosuke furrowed his eyebrows and exhaled. His eye twitching at how quickly it came apart, remembering your words about Kisuke’s disdain for the game, “but koi-koi can be unforgiving.”

You gave the same wistful smile at him and prepared for the final round. Since you had won the second round, you went first. Cards were taken, others were put on to the table. Sosuke felt vindictive as he saw you growing “Boar Deer Butterfly” in your pile along with “Three Lights.”

Yes, koi-koi was unforgiving. As if to punish you for ending the round with one point, he had built “Red Poetry Ribbons” again and snagged the Butterfly you needed for your own pile, “I end the round.” Sosuke said with a smirk.

“You really are a fast learner, Sosuke-kun!” You smiled at him as you began to pack the cards away. But as soon as your hand reached out to grab his pile, Sosuke caught your wrist, catching you off guard.

“Since I win, I know what I want.” Sosuke said, staring right at you. It was the first time you gave a good look at his face, noticing how sharp and intense his eyes were beyond the lenses. It startled you, but you again, played along, curious to see where this would go.

“And what is that Sosuke-kun?” You politely asked, relaxing your hand in his grip, leaning closer to him over the table.

Without saying a word, Sosuke pulled you in for a kiss, sealing the distance between you two. Your eyes were wide open, shocked over what was happening… but you didn’t mind it. You gently pulled him away and watched him take off his glasses, both of you breathing heavy.

Nothing was said between you, just stares and heavy panting, with Sosuke’s grip on your wrist still ever present. Closing your eyes, you took an inhale, knowing you two were going to cross a line (what line? A small part of you wondered.)

“Maybe we should stop, Sosuke-kun.” You said, regretting each word escaping your mouth. “Kisuke won’t like this.”

“I don’t care what he thinks.” Sosuke said in a pointed tone, his eyes narrowing in anger, “the man plays by his own rules. I think it’s time we play our own.” You were transfixed by his voice, nodding and agreeing with what he was saying. “Let’s finish this elsewhere, Sosuke-kun.” You murmured, pulling him away from his seat. The grip on your wrist tightened as he led you to the guest bedroom.

Clothes were strewn about in Sosuke’s bedroom, as he pulled you against him for more kisses. Sosuke hated how needy he felt, but wanted more of your kisses, more of your attention on him. He held your face in his hands as he peppered kisses across your face, paying special attention to your lips.

He pushed you on to the bed, and continued down your body, nipping across your neck and chest. The greediness he felt grew the more he touched your body, leaving him with the urge to mark you. Harsh bites and sucks across your neck and chest, surely strong enough to bruise later, but you welcomed you. Curiosity and excitement grew in you to see Sosuke go further.

Sosuke parted your bare legs and dipped between them, as he immediately lapped at your wet pussy. He took care to with gentle licks to your clit, then pushed one finger inside you. You moaned loudly, without a care as to who would be able to hear it. You chanted Sosuke’s name, praising him with how good he made you feel.

Your orgasm was approaching, and you had a feeling Sosuke knew that too, with the way he began to pump his fingers faster inside you and the licks to your clit growing more intense. Your legs shook as you felt your orgasm crash around you, a loud scream piercing the room.

Sosuke dropped your legs and pushed his hand through his hair, a lone strand in front of his face. He watched you with a satisfied smirk as you tried to regain your strength. You were shaking trying to sit up, and he watched you with glee.

His cock was hard and erect, with precum dripping down the tip. He gave himself a pump as he watched you struggle to get up. Once you managed to do so, you leaned towards his cock, pushing his hand away.

His cock was thick in your mouth, but you wanted to reward him with the same pleasure you felt. Wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, you began to suckle on his tip as you pumped the base of his shaft. Sosuke threaded his fingeres in your hair, pushing you down further along his cock. He groaned your name as you swallowed his cock whole.

You bobbed your head up and down, keeping the pace as you savoured the precum escaping from Sosuke’s cock.

Until you heard the familiar, sing-song voice of your brother. You tried to pull away, but Sosuke gripped your hair tighter, forcing his cock in your mouth.

You could hear Kisuke’s footsteps coming closer, and then a sudden knock. “Aizen-san, are you there? Do you know where my sister is?”

You looked up at Sosuke, eyes widen while your mouth was filled with his cock. He grinned menacingly at you, shoving your head further towards his crotch. “No, I haven’t. I didn’t see her at all today.”

“Oh…” Kisuke said, “Can I come in? I have some exciting news to share.” He said in a sing-song voice.

“I’m about to take a shower.” Sosuke said, his voice even as if he wasn’t throat fucking you, “I’ll meet you at your parlour room.”

Kisuke made an appreciative sound and went away, with Sosuke letting go of the grip on your hair. Your hair was a mess, with drool and cum dripping down your mouth on to your body, your lips swollen from Sosuke’s kisses and from sucking him off.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” Sosuke said, pushing you back down, “but we can make up for it later.”

You gave him a kiss as a sign of agreement, as he spread your legs apart again. He pushed the tip of his cock into your wet pussy. The slopping noises echoed in your ears.

Sosuke put a hand over your mouth as soon as he saw you moan. He slowly pushed himself in and out of you, your eyes rolling at the sensation of him repeatedly filling you up. Soon his pace quickened, and from your earlier blowjob, Sosuke knew he wasn’t going to last long. He pushed himself down against you and kissed you deeply as his thrusts became erratic. Then, without warning, and your own orgasm approaching, he pulled out his cock and came all over your pussy, rubbing his tip along your clit, earning him a small shriek from you.

You sighed, knowing that you couldn’t bask in the moment with Sosuke, so you quickly gathered your clothes and slowly opened the door, peering down the hallway to ensure no one was around. But before you could leave, Sosuke’s strong arms were wrapped around your waist, as he nuzzled your ear.

“Let’s continue this later tonight.” You turned around, giving him a quick peck on the lips, “I’ll be waiting, Sosuke-kun.”

Thanks for reading!! I had a lot of fun writing this 😅.

[amostimprobabledream]

Sweet talk & Switchblades (Delinquent!Grimmjow x Reader)

Also available on Ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/65163163

The whole thing started with an argument over a bike.

You were running a bit late. That was nothing new. You didn't know how you always managed to be racing the clock when you tried to set several alarms to wake up on time, but perhaps your neighbours and their incessant arguing had well and truly fucked up your Circadian rhythm. You’d tried to ask them nicely to keep it down, but they always apologised and then forgot their promises to lower the volume a couple of weeks later. You'd woken from a fractious sleep like the dead hauled from a grave, only for your body to clumsily lurch into gear when you realised the time.

Either way, you were in no mood for some wannabe delinquent's shit, especially not when they looked like they were barely out of high school.

You were hurrying to get to the station, your bag banging painfully against your hip as you moved, trying not to outright run and get out of breath but moving fast enough to make an actual difference, and your armpits were already starting to dampen from the exertion. You could see the steps leading down to the platform up ahead, like some kind of beacon.

There was a convenience store right beside the station entrance, which normally was a godsend when you forgot to make breakfast and wanting to grab a quick snack to keep you going on the ride to work, or a place you could walk to in the evenings on balmy evenings to pick something up and stretch your legs before winding down for the night. You recognised its glowing sign very well, like a checkpoint that indicated you were nearly home after a long day. Under normal circumstances, its presence was a stable, comforting one. But that was not the case today.

Your path was impeded by a bunch of bikes. Admittedly you didn't know shit about bikes, so you couldn't tell if they were just large scooters or small motorbikes or something inbetween, but either way they were blocking your path to the steps. You nearly tripped over your own toes as you suddenly lurched to a halt to avoid them, given how fast you’d been walking, hissing between your teeth as you knocked lightly into one of the bikes. A group of guys who looked like their ages ranged from late teens to perhaps their thirties, judging by the tall skinny guy, had the nerve to look over at you like you’d disturbed them.

"Oi, watch it, girlie." said a blonde guy who might have been attractive if it wasn't for the sneer on his face, like he was smelling something bad.

You bristled instinctively at his tone. Girlie?

"Excuse me?" you bit out, doing your best to keep your voice, an even volume and not let it go all high and priggish.

"Yeah, watch it!" a shorter guy with a mouth that looked like it's been punched several times chime in, his teeth chipped as he speaks. "You coulda scratched the paint!"

"By lightly bumping it with my bag? Where'd you get it, random parts in a junkyard?" you snark in response, unimpressed by the posturing. Real tough guys these were, five of them all staring down one woman who just wanted to get down the goddamn stairs. Not to mention, what were they doing loitering on some random street? Didn’t they have another gang to go punch or whatever it was they did to amuse themselves?

The boy's face was painted with shock at your retort for a split second and it took him a moment to recover, like he was taking a second to process what you said, like a slow computer buffering.

"You got a mouth on you, huh?" a heavyset guy with a red mohawk commented, more a factual statement than an accusation, but it didn't put you any more at ease. The way they were looking at you wasn't dissimilar to a pack of dogs who have heard an animal moving through the brush and are debating if it’s worth the chase.

They still hadn’t moved and you desperately wanted to check the time on your phone, but you didn’t want to risk taking it out and tempting them to snatch it off you – you wouldn’t have been able to stop all of them if they did, and with their bikes they could easily get away before you had time to react. Instead you drew in some air, trying to keep your cool despite the mounting irritation.

“I just want to get past.” You said, but they just chuckle mockingly at you.

“Yeah, sorry, but we’re waiting. You’re gonna have to take the long way.” Drawled the blonde guy, leaning back against his bike, hair spilling down his back over his jacket.

Your patience (what little you had left of it) was reaching its limit – you shouldn’t have to ask them to move more than once. Or at all.

"Move your goddamn bikes."

All of them suddenly stopped smirking. If this were a movie, it would be the scene where tumbleweed crossed the barren landscape, just before the shootout.

Got to stop watching shows so late at night. You thought to yourself, irrationally.

The shortest guy stepped closer.

"What did you say?" he said, and you're starting to understand why his teeth look like that - you're starting to want to punch him in the mouth as well. What was so difficult for them to understand, exactly? And because you doubt another girl would be as upfront as you, should one happen to be the next poor person who simply needed to get from A to B in a timely manner, you couldn't back down now. You would not.

"You heard." you replied, folding your arms, anger pulsing through you like a second heartbeat.

The stunned looks on their faces would have been pretty amusing if you weren't so keenly aware of the five of them against one of you, the bikes in your way like a shiver of steel sharks, but there was nowhere else for you to get onto the platform, not unless you crossed the street and walked even further and you had a feeling that if you tried that now, they'd chase you. Probably yelling insults and throwing things. Or worse. The best way around this is through.

The runtier guy glanced over his shoulder for a second, like he's asking the others silent permission or something. He's trying to look menacing but the scowl on his face made him look more petulant than anything else.

"You little-"

"What's this?"

A deep voice suddenly cut through the tension, and immediately, it's like they'd all forgotten about you. Every head turned towards the source of the noise and, unwittingly, you raised your eyes.

A tall figure strode towards the commotion, having just emerged from the convenience store. Your eyes were drawn to him inexorably, something about him immediately demanding your attention. He wore jeans and a black leather jacket with silver studs on the shoulders, which caught the light. Electric blue hair was swept back off a handsome, chiselled face, a couple of strands hanging between his eyes. He was smirking and something about the curve of his mouth, the half-lidded slant to his eyes, sent a spark licking down the length of your spine. There's something about the way he moved that told you he knew how to fight, there's a fluid, feral grace to his movements.

"I told you dumbasses to wait out here and you can't even do that right?"

He drew closer to you and you could smell him, a spicy kind of cologne mixed with cigarette smoke and styling wax. He wasted zero time in getting all up into your personal space and your feet gave ground to his approach on reflex. He grinned, looming over you, the collar of his shirt gaping open enough to reveal hard, firm pectoral muscles and a silver dog tag glinting between them. Your legs hit the bushes bordering the path and the leaves tickled your skin.

"I just asked them to move out of the way." you said, proud of yourself for keeping your voice from shaking, even if it sounds breathy to your ears.

"She mouthed off at us, Grimmjow!" piped the runt behind him, like a kid tattling to his older brother.

Grimmjow - what a strange name, yet it suits him somehow, adding an extra flair to his already striking appearance - regarded you with amusement and slight condescension.

"Did she."

He doesn't look angry, there's a glint in his eyes as if he's intrigued, and you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away, his eyes sucking you in and holding you there, rendering your body immobile, refusing to obey your mind's commands. He moved in closer, taking obvious pleasure in crowding you and cutting off any potential escape route.

“You’re lucky I don’t have time for you right now, sweetheart.” He said in a lazy drawl, leaning in and resting a hand on your shoulder, where you noticed that several thick silver rings adorned his fingers. “Got places to be. But before I go, what’s your name?”

Your heart was pounding in your chest – would he seriously let you just walk off after giving his friends attitude? He definitely looked the part of a delinquent, maybe even a gangster, far more than any of his friends did. And he seemed to be the leader and you had no doubt if you were a man the situation wouldn’t be playing out this way, but you weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Why do you want to know my name?” you asked, and he gave a soft, dangerous chuckle.

“Playing hard to get, huh?” he asked, quietly enough that only you could hear him. His eyes bored into yours and his hand dipped lower, settling on your waist and squeezing. The strength in his fingers alone drove a gasp from your throat. “Heh. Have it your own way.”

An indignant splutter left your mouth as his hand brushes over the swell of your ass as he straightened up and a blush burned your face – did he just-?! Your mouth fell open to say something, which was probably not wise, but nothing happened, just a faint croaking noise emerging from your throat. It happened so quickly you’re already doubting it it did at all.

“We’re leaving.” Grimmjow commanded the men behind him casually, like he was giving out his drink order. “Move it.”

“But-“ the runt protested.

He glared at the smallest guy, who visibly shrank back, chin dipping to his chest.

“Yeah? Got something to say, D-Roy?”

D-Roy? That had to be a nickname, surely. Unless the idiot just happened to have particularly cruel parents. D-Roy quickly shook his head, shooting a glance at you that was both fearful and resentful, and one by one the gathered group get on their bikes and just like that, your path was cleared. You half expected to hear a videogame jingle to indicate you could proceed.

You were determined not to look back as you practically ran for the stairs, but just as your head was about to disappear down past the brick wall either side of the steps, you couldn’t stop yourself from looking out of the corner of your eye.

Grimmjow was watching you, a smirk on his face that immediately made you uneasy, like he knew something you didn’t and was savouring in your woeful ignorance. With a sharp inhale, you faced forward and hurried down the steps – perhaps if you were lucky, you could still get your train.

Grimmjow strode towards his bike, which had been concealed from your vision by the others. His was larger, sleeker and cooler-looking than those of his gang and he straddled it with the expertise of a cowboy getting atop his horse, revving the engine.

“You’re really going to let her off the hook that easy?” Shawlong queried, in a dry voice, drawing his bike up beside Grimmjow’s, but still staying slightly behind out of silent respect. Grimmjow’s lip quirked, revealing a flash of teeth.

“Who said anything about letting her off the hook?” he responded with a shrug of his wide shoulders. “When I want to find her, I know where to look.”

“How do you know that?” Ilforte asked, sounding surprised. “You’ve met her before?”

“Nah,” Grimmjow answered, procuring something from his sleeve and holding it between two fingers, the grin on his face widening.

Between index and middle finger sat what looked like a building pass, complete with a lanyard strap dangling down, the corporate logo at complete odds when contrasted against the worn leather of his jacket sleeve. You hadn’t even noticed him lift it from your pocket, too busy getting flustered over him touching you. You’d pay for your lack of observational skills later.

“She’ll be wanting this back.” Grimmjow said, a feral spark lighting the blue of his eyes.

Let the hunt begin.

[quintiscent]

Make Ups (Ichigo x GN! Reader)

Content: Angst with a happy ending. Reader is having a rough time grasping the reality of it all after the snowball incident, but thanks to Orihime and your reluctance to agree, you got to patch things up! (Highly recommended to read pt 1)

A/N: Hello!! It’s been a while.. I’ve been caught up with work lately and was busy! This has been in my drafts for a while but do expect bulk posts in the upcoming days! (˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) ✧

(Part 1)

It had been days since the incident, and you still couldn’t shake the feeling off. Your tears dried and staining your cheeks, your eyelids puffy. It felt so hard to breathe—your thoughts had become more condescending, you couldn’t help but blame yourself for this. Your worst fear became a reality, and what made it unbearable were the thoughts you brushed off weren’t so easy to ignore anymore.

The more time you spent isolated, the more you reflected and looked into those thoughts. The little glimpses of Ichigo’s feelings for you in your memory—the feelings you held for him that you wouldn’t have dared acknowledged or voiced, but now reality came crashing down—you felt so selfish and disgusted at yourself for even thinking about how you had a chance with him because he reciprocated.

Through it all, Orihime still lingered at back of your mind. Her expression that day, it wasn’t something you could easily shake off. The genuine horror she had, she was visibly upset and you felt even more sick. How could you hold these feelings for him? It’s unfair to her.

“Damn it…” you muttered under your breath as you hugged your legs close to you. One hand extending out to reach for your phone as it buzzed.

As you pulled it closer to your face, you read the new notification. It was a new message from Ichigo again—among the countless of messages he left you and your friends left. Before you could fully read his message, another notification popped up, replacing his, it was from Orihime. Your eyes scanned the notification thoroughly.

“It’s been a while! I was hoping if I could come over—if it’s okay with you—and discuss something. If you’re too tired, it’s okay!” you read to yourself mentally as you sighed. She was still the sweetest despite everything.

For moment, you laid there curled up on your bed. Hesitating as you unlocked your phone and stared at her message. You took a few moments to let it sink into your brain—and having to think about how you should respond to her. How will you even face her? More and more thoughts plagued your mind as your hand and fingers worked on autopilot as you responded to her message, whilst thinking of it all.

When you face her, you’ll try your best to be honest. That was your resolve. Though, how will you face the others after? You’ve ignored their texts and calls. You couldn’t face them right now. You feel like a shitty friend because of this—after all, in your eyes you’re being immature for refusing to communicate and focusing on these thoughts. Most importantly, you ignored Ichigo the most. You read his notifications from time to time but you always ended up deeper in thought when you did.

Slowly you snapped out of your self deprecating trance and looked at what you typed out. Your eyes examined the lines of text before ultimately deciding to delete it with a grumble. It was too long and it got depressing. You settled for a simple “sure”, though you cringed as you sent it. Curled up, you plopped your phone down beside you. There was an irking sickness pooling in your stomach. As much you didn’t want to talk to anyone right now, it’s the least you could do for her. After all, she must be going through worse.

You stayed in your bed curled up, your eyes closed, waiting for time to pass. Too tired to move or get up and make yourself fully presentable. It didn’t matter though, to you—at least you showered earlier in the day. That’s enough.

As you were slowly drifting off, you were lulled back awake by a ring. You figured it could be Orihime, even if it wasn’t, you still got up and made yourself mildly presentable. Fixing your hair, changing out of your shirt into a new one, the simple things and the bare minimum you could do. You did this all quickly and you went from your room, straight down the stairs and you’re at your front door. You looked through the peephole of the door, taking a good look at who it was and you spotted a familiar head of light brown hair with her blue hair clips. Letting out a sigh of relief as you unlocked your door and opened it, trying your best to smile at her—although you’re absolutely sure you looked like a zombie—and welcomed her in. The auburn haired girl smiled back at you as she made her way in and took off her shoes. Placing them on a shoe rack nearby.

“Make yourself at home, I’ll be back with some snacks and tea. We can talk about what you wanted to discuss once it’s done.” Your voice gruff and it cracked a bit. You haven’t talked in a while, and it’s clear with how awkward you sounded.

“That sounds wonderful! Oh, and I will don’t you worry about it!” Orihime chimed, her voice as flattering as ever. She always seemed to be a ray of sunshine regardless of the circumstances. You appreciated that about her, yet… it somehow made you feel more sick. How could you ever take away something—much less someone as precious as Ichigo to her? You brushed off those thoughts with a small shake of your head and a smile as you walked to your kitchen.

For Orihime, she only stayed there and sat on the cushions. Waiting as she played with her fingers. She was just as nervous but she did a lot of thinking before messaging you today. Frankly, she didn’t think you would respond. While you were typing for a long while, she only got more nervous at that moment before she sighed as she got a message back. She was thankful you were open enough to let her talk to you. She may be an airhead, but she has noticed the way Ichigo looks at you. As much as she envied you, she knew that you were special to him. Her thoughts drifted off as she waited, and before she knew it—she was brought back to reality as she heard the clink of your kyusu and cups, followed by a plate of assorted tea biscuits.

“Ah!—Thank you so much! These look wonderful…and so tasty” she stared in awe at the assortment. There was that gleam in her eyes whenever she had baked goods in front of her. You only chuckled at her reaction, although it sounded dry, you still truly appreciated her antics.

“Help yourself.” You sat down in front of her, crossing your legs as you took your cup of tea, watching as Orihime took a butter biscuit in her hand and ate it. She made a small “mmm” sound afterwards. You let her enjoy it a little more before clearing your throat, curious about what she wanted to discuss.

“So…” you trailed off awkwardly, “you wanted to discuss something with me?”

Her eyes widened a little as her cheeks flushed a light pink tint out of embarrassment. “Ah, yes…” she laughed softly, “silly me!”

You only smiled a little and let a chuckle out, it had been days since she saw you and she’s glad you could be enjoying it a little before she turned the conversation back.

“So… I’ve been thinking about what happened last time—when we all hanged out and Ichigo…” she trailed off, finding the words and trying her best not to sound so awkward. “I’ve seen how he looks at you for a while now, and I’ve done some reflecting on it since that day. Honestly, he feels more like family to me than someone I’d have as a boyfriend!” You almost spat out your tea at the remark, you were in disbelief.

“Orihime…” before you could continue, she had cut you off.

“I know you’re going to say that I should rethink and be so sure—but I’m honest! I’m really sure about this!” She exclaimed and look directly into your eyes as if she was trying to prove something. You only stared back, trying to find any hint of sadness in her expression but there was…nothing, just pure and genuine confidence.

“You know…he loves you dearly. He loves you more than anyone else in his life and we talked a little.” she stared up onto your ceiling, “He really admires you, you’re like… the sun to him! I know it’s been hard on you, you haven’t been responding to anyone and they haven’t seen you outside at all.” You only sat in silence, listening to everything she had to say. “We’re worried for you, especially Ichigo. You two should talk!”

You sat there for a few more minutes, processing everything. The girl you knew had a massive crush for Ichigo and had been watching him from afar is currently encouraging you to go to him. The slight sickness was still there, but you agreed with her mentally. She was right and it was her resolve—it was her life and her decision to. Who are you to change what she does? But, to make sure you had to ask again.

“Are you… sure? Are you sure about all of this? I really don’t want to ruin anything for you.” You stared down onto your cup and fidgeted with your fingers.

“I’m sure! You’re a really great person, so who wouldn’t like you?” Her voice was filled with genuine affection. She was reassuring you, and how could you refuse? You also missed everyone, and it was getting tiring to be constantly swallowed in self deprecating thoughts.

“Okay… I trust your word.” You smiled at her softly, before taking the last few sips. Orihime only hummed in satisfaction, happy to have convinced you and talked to you.

She took her tea and drank it, the biscuits almost gone, and the two of you exchanged a few more words and conversed. Time went by, and you decided to walk with her—having planned now to drop by Ichigo’s place, with her convincing. The walk on the way there was silent, the two of you bundled up and simply just… there, in a way. It was peaceful, yet there was that awkwardness in the air. You both said your goodbyes as you reached the front porch of Ichigo’s house.

You waved her off and turned you back. Now walking towards the door of the Kurosaki residence. Before you could even ring the bell—you see a familiar orange haired male at the corner of your eye. You turned, and there he was. Ichigo was in his shinigami form, his shikakusho flowing in the wind. You could see the eyebags under his eyes—it seems like he hasn’t slept in a while or slept well enough the past few days.

The two of you stood there in awkward silence. He was examining you. He noticed the way you looked more pale, the way you seemed to be more lifeless—the way you looked much more frail. He mentally blamed himself, but right now it’s clear that tension must be resolved. Before he could open his mouth, your voice overpowered his.

“I know it’s weird of me to show up but—Orihime came over just now and we talked about…things.” Your voice trailed off a little, eyes wandering to his face, searching for anything…just anything as you took a deep breath and continued.

“I did some reflecting and honestly I feel the same. I thought I was selfish and all, because ya know…” you scratched the back of your head , “She liked you and I prioritized her feelings over mine. I only wanted to her happy—I wanted you to be happy. After all, we were only best friends and I didn’t want to make it awkward with stupid feelings.” Laughing a little, you truly felt silly.

Ichigo’s hands were balled up into fists. He didn’t like hearing you invalidating yourself, at all. “Your feelings aren’t stupid at all.” His voice was gruff with a hint of annoyance, but he understood why you would feel that way.

“It was my fault for the outburst. I didn’t mean to… spill it all out that day. It wasn’t my intention, everything was just too much—“

“We shouldn’t have pushed you, it was immature. We all knew about Orihime’s feelings and it’s my fault as well for pushing it further.” You cut him off.

There was a brief pause between the two of you. The air was thick with tension, unspoken words lingered—but it was broken by Ichigo.

“We can discuss that another time, I already forgave you. I’ve been worried about you, and I thought our friendship would be over. You haven’t been answering my texts, I thought something had happened to you but right now I’m more than glad you’re unscathed.” He admitted to you, voice hinting his vulnerability. “I also want you to be sure about your feelings to me.”

You took his hand into yours, your fingers tracing his knuckles as you looked at him again. Your gaze softened as you spoke, “I really do like you Ichigo, I have for a while now I just didn’t want to face them. I didn’t want to ruin the friendship we had or our friend group.”

He stared at you, his hand now fully holding yours as he sighed in relief and replaced it with a soft smile. It was rare for him to, and right now it was reserved for you. Your cheeks were dusted in pink, yet you continued to speak.

“I’ve always noticed those little glimpses and how you looked at me. I always thought I was imagining things, but I’ve been proved wrong.” You laughed lightheartedly.

“Those were only reserved for you. I always… looked at you that way in hopes you may catch on that—maybe I might have a chance. I’ve loved you for a while now and having this happening? I must be dreaming but… It’s glad to know I’m not.” He leaned forward, and gave you a chaste kiss. All of his unspoken feelings—they were poured into it.

You couldn’t help but smile now, you looked goofy and he loved it. Like he always has, he loved every part of you and today will be forever burned into his memory, and into yours. Today is a start of a new chapter, for the both of you. Though most importantly, he finally had you.

DO NOT steal, reposts are appreciated! Asks are always open ♡

[an-angel-in-the-garden]

Ichigo, Grimmjow, Aizen and Alucard (Hellsing) reaction that fem Reader being not human, but true appearence being highly magical, that shapeshifting, small, agile, have long tails, sneaky, climbing everywhere and grabby critter/creature (think of those magical beings from myths like Imp/Puka/Kikimora).

This is such a fun request! I didn't pick one specific creature for this so I could kinda change up the appearance and skills. Past some monster features reader has no appearance

Ichigo

He always thought you might not be human. It's just that it was never a big enough deal for him to ask

Ichigo is used to the supernatural so the way you slink around or just appear out of nowhere is a giveaway, still you don't look or feel like a threat, so he was happy to become your friend

Hanging out and playing games was a great way for him to step away from all the responsibilities that being a soul reaper gave him, and it wasn't until after you all had gotten closer that your real form really becomes an important detail

It wasn't even a big deal, he had asked you to hang out at his place he just happened to be running late, and it wasn't uncommon for you to just let yourself in since he gave you a key

He'd expected to see you laying on the couch watching something, maybe scrolling on your phone with some snacks or just reading, really anything but what he finds

Darting from one part of the room to another he sees you...? With a long almost rat like tail, thin but tall curled horns and strange clawed hands Ichigo isn't really sure what to think

You're rushing around his apartment, stacking papers, sweeping and just making the place look nice and tidy again with giggles sometimes escaping your lips that he notices are stretched just a touch too wide

" Hey....sorry I'm late? " Ichigo didn't mean to startled but the squeak that you let out was pretty funny, it's not hard for him to move on from the looks, you're still his best friend, his important someone and that's not going to change

Honestly your true form is cute in his eyes, it's not the weirdest thing he's ever seen and the fact that you use your powers for such nice deeds really warms his heart

Not too bothered by it at all and now his home is a great place to just fully be yourself with him around, nothing really changes for Ichigo, human or not you all have each other and that's enough

Grimmjow

It's no surprise that Grimmjow meets you somewhere in Hueco Mundo, at first, he fully thinks you're just another hollow he plans on attacking you with no remorse but then you talk back

You snip and sneer at him and he can't help but think it's a little fun, not too many people do that to him

With bright colorful feather plums and birdlike legs Grimmjow sees this as a game to start, you become prey for him to catch

For you it's nothing but a game of tag, every time you run into him it's a chance to soar a bit higher or laugh a little louder until he's shouting and demanding you make things even!

Soon enough these meetings become shared meals and you babbling about your little collections. From shinny beads or bits of glass to parts of hollows your found slayed or half eaten, there's a little bit of everything and Grimmjow thinks that cool

You know how wolfs will hunt with crows sometimes, it's that, that's what you all have

You're quick and quiet not to mention a great scout, Grimmjow is strong and agile together you two are a pair to be feared, he keeps you fed, and you keep him company

On rare occasions he brings you trinkets from the base or stuff from the human world just so he can watch you scramble to find the perfect place to put it and hear you go on and on about its use and such

It's just fun, Grimmjow likes having someone around that keep up with him and sometimes even outpace him, he likes the weird habits that come with how different you are from him, you're something he looks forward to

Aizen

It doesn't matter if you're trying to hide what you are, Aizen already knows from the moment you meet

It's part of why he adores you, you aren't like anything else he's really seen, not a hollow or a soul reaper but something that lays beyond normal reach

Though he doesn't mind never seeing your true form Aizen does WANT to see it, he likes the idea of seeing a side of you no one else knows

It's a shock then to find you just lazing around one day, little clawed hands, a big toothy smile and the most adorable horns poking out of your head, you are the most imp looking creature he could have thought of

You seem so at peace and relaxed, as much as he'd like to ask questions, he can't really bring himself to just ruin this moment, so he waits and waits and waits

Aizen has more time on his hands then he knows what to do with sometimes and his new favorite hobby is just..watching you both in and out of that form he wants to know what you do, think and feel all at once

The contrast of looks is nice because you as a person never changes it just gives him more insight on how you do some things, like the tricks and pranks you pull on some of the espada or how you can wiggle your way out of things so easily

For the most part he just lets you do as you please, Aizen sees no reason to stop you if you wish to be a bit mischievous and he enjoys getting to see your imp form running around and taking advantage of the vast world he controls

Yes, this really is such a wonderful pastime for him, you are his favorite hobby and that likely won't change for years to come

Alucard

Now Alucard is someone who can really appreciate another supernatural, so long as they aren't his enemy there's a joy in knowing you aren't as fragile as a normal human or as hungry as a vampire, he's hoping it's a happier life for you

He likes getting to learn about what you are, what you like or want to do, Alucard can get pretty board when there's no work for him to do since Integra doesn't always let him wander around

If you've lived for a long time, he hopes you're willing to trade stories, he'll make a whole date night of it! With snacks for you and drinks to share. He'll tell you tales of his pasts and lessons he's learned, while eagerly waiting to hear of the houses or people you've visited

When out for work Alucard finds himself thinking of you, of things you might do or think if you'd been here with him this leads him more often than not to taking items or little treasures to give you later

If you don't already have a collection Alucard is now helping you make one and he's nice enough to even help you keep them clean, want to mess with some of the Hellsing workers? Well good news he's knows almost all of their schedules and would love to see what your mind comes up with

He definitely protects you from Integra, he knows she'll try and get you to work for them if she finds out more about you and he can't stand the idea of you having to fight

Alucard really is the most accepting of you, the ears, tail and teeth mean nothing to him, you're simply you and he likes you; he likes the feeling you give him and the good things you remind him of it just helps that he knows you won't break

I'm not really sure if this is what you wanted but I kinda like it. Alucard really came out of nowhere; he was the unexpected twist, but I do feel like he was the easiest for me to write for even though I didn't write as much. I just like writing for him, I think. Anyway, thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoyed, have a good day or night~ Lilly Feedback is always appreciated and if you'd you like to support me here's my Kofi

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Cute Aggression With Your Bleach Man Headcanons

author's note: this all started bc i wanted to bite kensei. also all of the banners you see in this post were created by the wonderful @actuallysaiyan!!! please give bacon lots of love, as she deserves every bit of it 🩷🩷🩷

pairings: kensei muguruma x gn!reader, grimmjow jeagerjaquez x gn!reader, renji abarai x gn!reader, byakuya kuchiki x gn!reader, kūgo ginjō x gn!reader

warnings: biting, grimmjow, mentions of alcohol, overall it's just fluff

Kensei is no stranger to receiving bites from partners. His big, muscled, veiny arms are just about the perfect target for anybody’s cute aggression!

So, surprisingly, it doesn't really bother him

This doesn't mean he understands, however

“Why are you like this?” He murmurs as you bite his bicep, having come up out of nowhere as he innocently reads in his armchair

It's not like you can be blamed!! He's the one wearing a compression tank top that makes him look a thousand times more delicious than he already is!!!

“‘ike ‘at?” Your teeth are still firmly latched into his flesh, but he does find the fact you're trying to still make conversation with him cute, and he kisses your temple before resuming his reading

Kensei Muguruma is soft and it's all your fault

And what's all his fault is being sleeveless all the time, thus provoking you!

He won't admit it, but he actually really loves when you bite him

You think he's cute :3

Admittedly, you don't often get cute aggression when you're with Grimmjow

Biting is often reserved for… Different feelings

But sometimes he's just the most adorable thing in this entire world, particularly when he's minding his own business, the demon on his shoulder having a nap and your teeth just itch for him

He's watching a movie, twirling a toothpick between his lips and is fully invested in the plot

You, however, are fully tuned into just how good his forearms look

You pounce right on him, your sharp teeth catching right onto one of those leanly muscled forearms

Your bite is rather strong, though it isn't as if Grimm doesn't deserve it

“Oi!” Grimm leaves the toothpick between his teeth as he uses his strong fingers to push your lower jaw together and release the bite. “Take me to dinner first!”

You're forced off of him quickly, and your boyfriend quickly tackles you to the floor

His bites can't exactly be chalked up to ‘cute’ aggression, though they’re certainly belligerent

Not that you mind these different feelings from him

As much as Renji tries to be cool and collected, he fails at it

The man is a bit of a klutz, and when he gets embarrassed he turns an adorable shade of pink!

So he sees more than his fair share of cute aggression from you

And goodness he doesn't get it. Which only spurs you on further!

It's movie night, and Renji’s decided to get fancy and make the popcorn on the stovetop rather than do the usual microwave popcorn

He's humming to himself, the kernels popping as if to his beat and he can't help but shimmy his hips a bit

He has got to spend less time on TikTok; he's had the same song in his head for days!

“Twin? Where have you been?” He sings, swinging his hips like they don't lie

There's a giggle from the doorway and Renji swings around, eyes wide and he knocks the lid from the pot in his haste

Popcorn begins to fly everywhere, and Renji’s socked foot slips on a bit of oil he spilled and subsequently forgot about, slamming right onto the floor

Your chest fills with love and you curl your fists before jumping on him, squeezing his face into your chest as hard as you can while layering kiss after kiss on him

The sore butt isn't very nice, but he decides he can make peace with it!

Cute isn't the first thing that comes to mind when you see your darling husband. Handsome, certainly. Refined, even. A big dork, absolutely!

Though it's during an evening tea time on the terrace when you first look at him and feel such… positive emotions that it makes your teeth clench and hands ache to pinch and squish his cheeks

He's beside you on the swing, having a sip from his teacup as the warm sun sets. His hair is silky and long, his lashes practically kissing his pale skin as he enjoys the warm tea

Your hands are already clasped together, fingers laced tightly. Byakuya can't help but run his thumb over your wedding band; it's a Kuchiki family heirloom and it's never looked better than right on your finger

And you'll swear on your life that when you brought his hand to your lips, it was just for a kiss to his knuckles

But your jaw had other plans, and that's when you oh so gently bite his hand. It isn't for long, and you do place an apologetic kiss after!

And then you realize yourself right after, and look up to find steel blue eyes staring at you with quizzical undertones

“What on earth are you doing?”

Laughing nervously, heat flushes the back of your neck. “I… I don't know. You looked so… so cute and sweet that I couldn't help myself.”

“Hm. Consider yourself, should this urge rise again. Such behavior is unbecoming of a Kuchiki, as you are aware.”

An attempt to hide how flustered and perhaps even pleased he is behind his next draw of tea is fruitless versus the pastel pink on the bridge of his nose

Despite living in a constant state of bastard, you find that Kūgo is often quite adorable!

He pouts rather habitually, though he doesn't always mean to

Whether he's rolling out pasta dough or working on his latest charcoal drawing, his lips press together in his bout of concentration, and sometimes the little pink tip of his tongue peeks out too

He loves to be on the receiving end of your overwhelming positive feelings so much that you almost think he does these things intentionally

But he's a bad actor, so it can't ever be anything but genuine

You hear some rustling downstairs and check the time: Kūgo must be home from his night out with his friends

You round the corner to see him sitting halfway up the stairs, his long body stretching out as he reaches towards you with a dopey smile on his face; he's plastered

And you want to be angry! He promised not to get drunk; you're set to have brunch with your parents tomorrow, and he's quite the bitch when he's hungover!

But then he makes the grabby hands and that pout comes to his lips, and his big brown eyes are so sad now too

“You're so cute, I wanna die.” You hop down to his level and crush him in a hug, swaying side to side as you coo, blowing a raspberry on his cheek too

Kūgo giggles at that, his cheeks turning red as he begs you to stop!

Which, of course, only continues the cycle! It takes ten minutes before you can finally get up to bed!

He's not quite as cute when he's hungover, but there's still enough of something precious in the man's pathetic, self-inflicted misery to earn him a kiss on the cheek

[sashi-ya]

𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘆. barista! ulquiorra cifer x f! reader. nsfw

request: Ulquiorra and fem!Reader "discovering" each other, the way innocent creatures do. They're both completely inexperienced and try making their way around each other, at times she's too yielding, maybe he's somewhat forceful (in the "isn't this what I'm supposed to be doing?" kind of way), being completely mesmerised by her foreign to him self (maybe only half aware of that). Cute and a little bit dark ("you've forfeited your right to belong to another. you have given yourself to me, and must accept the consequences of your foolish action." or something emo like that lol). Bonus points for ONNA, but I'll understand if you skip it ;) Thank you for filling whichever one, or just for reading <3 a/n: hi anon! of course love!! it's a little long but I love to write for Ulqui so I hope you enjoy 💙 tw: +18 mdni. first time together. discovering each other. oral g/r. masturbating g/r. romantic (as romantic as ulquiorra can be) love making. rough in the end. open to interpretation wether you want them to be virgins or not. wc: 3.8k masterlist

While your lips suck on a paper straw, your eyes are only focused upon “an emerald mystery”. 

Those smaragdine eyes, that pale skin that seems it’s never seen the sun, hair and nails as black as onyx. The barista always works alone, at the back, almost hidden, as if he forced himself not to talk, not to speak to any person around. 

He is delicate, metodic; pouring coffee, milk and syrups, everyday he prepares the drink you pay for. But, at least from what you know, he has never once looked at you. It’s ok; you wouldn’t know how to begin a conversation with him either way; your knowledge regarding men is quite limited. 

“What are you looking at?” that beautiful ginger woman asks with a tray of sweets in her hands. 

“Uh! Nohting. Sorry, were you telling me something?” you ask her; she is the owner of that small bakery in Karakura town. 

She smiles sweetly, and serves you a variety of sweet breads. There are buns filled with strawberry and cream, others with crème pâtissière and some others with jam. 

“Ah! Are these new?” you ask, happy. Since it opened you have been visiting her bakery. However, just recently -at least a couple of months ago- she hired a barista. That handsome, pale and “emo” one you enjoy looking at. 

“Yes! I’ve been craving a lot more of those recently, so I wanted to add them to the menu. Please try them, those are on the house ~” she says, tracing little circles on her lower belly. 

Ah, she must be pregnant… How cute! 

“Ulquiorra-kun!” she turns around, calling the -up until now unnamed- barista. “Please make our best client the new cappuccino! Add cinnamon to it, don’t forget! Ah… cinnamon…” she goes away, with her index on her cheek, thinking perhaps about a new recipe. 

You flush, feeling your heart beat faster and your legs becoming bouncy from those two green eyes looking straight towards your table.

He is looking at me… he is looking at me! 

Soon, maybe sooner than expected, he personally brings you a new cup. His pale hands, slender, handsome, arrange the beverage on the table. Perhaps he takes more time than what it would normally take someone to serve a customer. 

“Here. “Little Bun Cappuccino” – or uh- something like that I don’t know” he comments; letting you know he indeed has a voice. A very low toned, but deadly voice. 

“Thank you… Ulquiorra ~” you dare to mention his name, catching his attention for longer than a couple of seconds. 

He nods, looking straight into the ground immediately after and as he goes back to his “cave”.  You giggle; now you know what he actually reminds you of. A bat! 

It took at least a couple of months for you two to finally share a somehow proper conversation; the boss, Orihime, left her bakery to Ulquiorra while her pregnancy made her stay at home more often. She still visited and worked there, but the closer it got to her due date, the less she attended…

“Good afternoon ~” you salute, happy to see his emerald big orbs gain a little shine when you cross the door. 

“It is technically already night” Ulquiorra corrects you with a tint of reproach in his tone. 

It is true, you weren’t able to make it earlier at the café. You had to stay at Uni for longer than expected today. 

“Sorry; I have a lot to study… I might need the strongest, blackest coffee you could make me! Like a black hole!” you chime, letting your bag flop into the ground while you climb the stool. Those days when you sat back at a table belong in the past; now, you sit right at the counter, close to him. 

Ulquiorra diligently prepares exactly what you’ve asked for; though you should be a little more careful with your requests as he can take things very literally. 

He places a white cup filled up to the brim with indeed a liquid that looks like a pure void, closer to dark matter in it. He does by bending forward, enough for her nose to almost reach yours. 

“女… Here. Drink. I’m closing soon, wait for me?” straight to the point, Ulquiorra asks you… even if he didn’t actually need to ask. 

Pleased, you sip on your cup, and nod energetically while you do. It took time, but you have become very comfortable around him. 

Amazingly, the coffee tastes good. And, as always, the temperature is just right for you. He has mastered his technique only and just to adjust to your likings, something he didn’t think was “the sweetest thing ever” but still was to you. 

The “bat boy” prepares everything for the closing time, turning the machines off, making sure everything that belongs into the fridge is indeed inside of it. He then starts washing the last few cups and plates left, while he seems a little troubled, even fidgety. Something is on his mind, something he might need to ask.

“What is it?” you utter, fixed on the black matter slowly swirling inside the cup. “You seem uneasy, what is going on?” 

Ulquiorra turns the tap off; still silent. He sighs and finally drops the bomb. 

“Are you staying late at your uni because you have a romantic interest there?” he asks, seriously, without a single hint of emotion. 

You look him in the eyes, confused. Slowly, as you let the cup over the counter, you turn your head to the side. A romantic interest he says? Your only romantic interest is actually him… 

“Ulqui… I- you…” you are left speechless for some time. Thinking of the right choice of words -on a very innocent and inexperienced mental book- you scratch your head before talking. “Are you asking this because you wanna know or because you are jealous?”

You immediately wanna slap yourself; why would you ask something like that instead of telling him the evident truth; you two were silently dating, but none of you dared to acknowledge it. 

“How can I be jealous if I don’t know if you have or not a romantic interest?” he asks, making a very good point. 

You laugh, cutely. It only makes him blink a couple of times more than usual. And maybe, perhaps, his heart beat a lot faster than ever. 

“I do have a romantic interest, but is not from uni” you comment, playing with a used paper napkin to avoid looking straight into his eyes. 

“Ah…” he mutters, this time a little sad. 

“Don’t you wanna know his name?” you ask, playfully. What an absolute cute dork he can be. 

“No, it wouldn’t change a thing” he answers, right away. Ulquiorra turns around and keeps doing his work. Now he has become even more silent than ever; virtually, a mute. 

You do as well; speechless for real this time. WHAT? HOW- AH!! 

“You know what? I’m heading home now, I’m sorry… I’m tired” you murmur, with a lump in your throat. Apparently he doesn’t really care, nor is he jealous. He was simply… curious?

Ulquiorra keeps drying his hands with a white cloth, looking a little mad you are leaving but still without saying a single word.

You give him a “sad smile”, almost ironic, mad and hurt, and turn around without looking back. Yet, before you could cross the door, you stop.

“By the way, my “romantic interest” is called Ulquiorra” you spit, ready to disappear. After such a revelation, that shouldn’t even take him as a surprise, you need to escape such deadly silence that’s loud and also violent. 

You get stopped by a cold hand wrapped around your wrist just before you leave.

“Wait, Onna” he says, pulling you to get back inside.

“What do you want?” you sigh, turning around with teary eyes.

The bat man takes a deep breath before talking. “You like me?” he asks, almost amazed by how someone could think about him that way. 

You sigh; defeated. He didn’t tell by now? 

“Of course I do ~” you murmur, shy, looking at his hand still tightly gripped from your wrist. 

He takes some time to think; a little too much. It feels like an eternity, while you wait for him to say something, to do something. You swallow incipient tears, those that were about to fall right after you let him know about your feelings. 

“Then you are not scared of me?” he says, making absolutely no sense. Why would you? 

You shake your head, quickly, denying such stupid question. 

Suddenly, then, Ulquiorra pulls you -in a rather violent swing- closer to him. So much closer, enough for your body to crash with his.

The tension in between you both can be compared with the strength of a lighting; for the very first time, your emo boy is finally holding you into his arms; the scent of his skin, so soft and fresh, hits you like the last spark necessary to light up the fire in your heart. 

It is almost impossible to stop you from kissing or biting his pristine white skin; how can someone be that pale? Isn’t that an unspoken invitation to left marks on it? 

You slither, just a little, for your nose to reach the small of his neck. Though you first aim for his right cheek; a subtle peck that paralyzes your lover. Then, the little protrusion of his jugular, of his muscles tensing become a deadly temptation you can’t dismiss…

Would it be so wrong for you to finally attack such a divine alluring place? 

It’s fast; it’s subtle. It’s daring, as well, especially for him. However, in terms of delicacy, this kiss will be the last since Ulquiorra doesn’t really know how to be particularly…soft. As you, he is completely clueless, allowing his needs and instincts to guide him from now on. 

“You have chosen me, then? No other person, but me? Are you sure you want me, Onna? ” he asks, passing his index underneath your chin to lift your head up and face him. 

“No other, but you… It is you who I want…” you whisper back, becoming the epitome of devotion. 

In a sudden rapt of desperation, his lips crash with yours. You can feel his front teeth against yours, but still, you don’t mind. Even if it’s a little too much, you are amazed to discover a hidden feral creature.

Many kisses, that clumsily evolve into passionate ones, make you slowly allow your body to relax. So much your arms surround his neck, you need support… maybe your legs are failing, maybe your body only wishes to be handled by his hands only. 

During one of those little pauses you take to breathe in between brutal making out, you mention the need to definitely close the bakery; anyone could enter, anyone could see from the sidewalk such lewd spectacle. 

Ulquiorra agrees and only separates from you to press the button to close the metallic curtains down. Those seconds feel eternal; come back, I need more of your kisses… please.

The emerald eyed man comes back right after; now, nothing can interfere in between you and him. He strikes you like a spear, back at your lips. His hands, welcome back the indentation of your waist, squeezing, palpating, enjoying how your flesh feels against his palm. 

Tripping, you take little steps back. Enough you do, until your ass hits the table you used to seat at when you met him for the very first time. There, exactly there, is where Ulqui desires to take you. 

Your back bends over, adopting the table’s form until you end up laying flat. His arms land one on each side, your legs spread open on their own to let his slim body fit in between. 

The “bat” man takes a look at your body; he seems to be more than attracted, perhaps even more than curious; his façade shows an expression you’ve never seen before… lust. 

He lusts for you, his body does, his eyes do, and his heart does. 

Ulquiorra bends over your body; he doesn’t want to kiss you now, though. He only needs to uncover your anatomy, discovering what’s hiding underneath your clothing. 

“You are going to show me your body; you won’t say anything but "yes", Onna” he says, scaring you just a little. 

“That’s… a little harsh” you whisper; and despite your words, your hips buck up in a desperate attempt of your core to meet his. 

Ulquiorra frowns, confused. Isn’t this what he is supposed to do with a woman that pleads for him?

“However, I want to say yes to you, to everything you wish and want… so, yes… Ulquiorra-kun~” you answer, meekly, obediently, wickedly. 

He sighs; his brain getting completely taken over by a dark fog of sexual, obscene, pornographic imagery. So much it leads him to rip your blouse apart and expose your chest to him. His fingers act like claws, like a thirsty monster. 

You whine in response; your back arching accompanies the blouse opening. You allow Ulquiorra to finally witness the blooming of your biteable breasts. 

In fact, because of that, he pounces right to your chest; he needs more, he wants to see more. And more is what he gets, as he continues to undress you fully. 

You want to do the same, although his energy is not easily surpassed. However, you rely on a special weapon; your lips, your voice, your smutty pleads…

“Take your shirt off, Ulqui-kun… please ~” you purr, pulling from one of his sleeves. 

You would lie if you said you didn’t dream with this moment many times, but now that you can see the pale extents of his chest you can say it’s even better.

You also discover a round scar over where his heart is; your fingertips trace the bumpy traces of regenerated skin, wondering what could have caused such mark. 

Ulquiorra grabs your hand to stop you from touching, you can tell. “I will explain later…” he lets you know, taking your hand to his lips, placing a sweet kiss on your fingers and pinning it back against the table. 

You tremble; that warm peck, the feeling of pure connection… you are discovering what it feels to be praised, loved and devoured by a man you love. 

But his kisses do not limit to your lips and fingers, and sooner you have him leaving wet traces on every inch of your neck, chest, breasts and belly. Down, down he goes until the cold metallic button of your skirt meets his chin. 

“I will take this off” he comments; even with no experience and perhaps a violent approach, he asks for consent in his own ways. And you, of course, allow him to go as far as he wishes for. 

“Yes, Ulquiorra…”   you moan, while he continues to squeeze your breasts with his free hand. 

Fast enough, he frees the button of your skirt and lifts it up until your waist. He takes some time to admire the wet patch in between your legs, and the way your knee-high socks squeeze enough the skin of your thighs. 

Lost in temptation and dark thoughts, he bends over again; his tiny precious nose reach your core, he desires to watch, but also to smell and taste. 

You squirm at his now delicate approach; “Your sex is wet…” he mutters, and he does it so close to it you can even feel the warmth of his breath. “Stay still…” 

As if it were so easy, Ulquiorra Cifer!

He first enjoys your womanly perfume and then takes his tongue to trace little circles still over your panties. Your legs tend to close, but his hands squeeze them enough to keep them opened. 

“Open, keep them opened” he continues, while his indexes curl on the hem of your lingerie to pull them down. 

You can only nod, trying to see what his expressions look like while he discovers your sex for the very first time. It’s pointless, you can’t see his face when he finally buries his tongue in between the slit of your flower. 

This time you spasm a lot harder, tensing, blind searching for something to grab. And soon, his hair ends up tangled around your fingers, while he blesses you with an oral delight. 

Still a little clumsy, he manages to suck and relish every little drop of your honeys; to lick, to taste and stimulate every corner, every bump and hardness of your feminine anatomy. His fingers also become curious, playing with, sliding in and out of your entrance. 

You contort in response, carving your heels on his waist, discovering that this could be the very start of ecstasy. 

“Onna, your flavour… I like it, I like it so much” Ulquiorra grunts, emerging from your core and topping you back again. He crawls and slides his hands underneath your waist to pull your whole body down so that your core gets closer to his. 

He kisses your lips with still salty traces of your heat. You try to lift your back from the table, but he won’t allow you. You are trapped underneath that slim man, showing you that despite his body build he is way stronger than you. 

You shiver; squeezing both of his arms, with your nails chiselled into his skin. Sloppy eyelids covering prasine orbs look at you, while his fingers haven’t stopped playing with your sex. He learnt already that the more he hit your upper wall, the more you pant and gasp.

His black jeans fall to the ground of that bakery during some unknown moment you can’t quite recall; you don’t mind, though. You are amazed by the way his muscles create a perfect V, and in between the valley of his protruding hip bones down, his hardness shows itself. 

Your hand, unable to stay still, squirms from Ulqui’s grab and tries to reach the bulge in between his legs. You can barely touch, but you can already tell it has become the warmest spot on his body; you can also tell it is throbbing, yearning to be engulfed and surrounded by either your palms, or most definitely your milking walls. 

“What are you doing, woman?” he asks, while he keeps on masturbating you and biting every inch of your neck. 

“I wanna touch you…” you moan, trying to sound logical while your brain has turned into a mush of pleasure and desire. 

“You wanna touch me? Then do” he growls, with a voice that it is still soft and calmed but definitely soaked in lust. 

You widen your eyes; in between his forearm showing some protruding veins, showing muscles tensed to keep fingering you with proficiency, you see his boxer briefs slide down his hips and legs. 

Exposed, now, his shaft lays erect; so erect, it rests on his lower belly on an almost straight line. And it is pale as he is, even perhaps a little more. Also sprinkled by plumped veins, and a pinkish tip, it drips precum in a desperate attempt to honour its main purpose: seed. 

He comes closer, standing by your side and never once letting your folds go and much less the tiny button you have proven him to be your perdition. 

Clumsy and a little embarrassed you reach for his manhood, getting your palm coated of his transparent droplets. You know how to do it, you aren’t stupid; yet, when it comes to him, you feel like a virginal nymph. 

Slowly, you begin to touch, amazed by the reaction of an impassable Ulquiorra turn into rapt. When you increase the rhythm of the pumps, you enjoy his sharp mandible tensing and the way he throws his head back… oh, his slightly long hair raining on his nape, his lips separating just enough to let manly moans escape in between his front teeth. 

Such imagery impulses you to do more and more. Pulling him softly against you, the tip of your tongue catches the fine dripping thread of precum first, guiding his sex right into your wet mouth then. 

Ulquiorra gasps; to feel your lips surrounding his sex, to feel the dampened warmth of your mouth trapping his hardness… weak, that man has found his kryptonite… while his hips beg for more and automatically begin ramming against your throat. 

You don’t mind; in fact, the gagging that also blurs your eyes with little tears, makes it even hotter for you. But this is just the start, and while you enjoy him fucking your mouth, that lonely barista you once met needs to be buried deep, very deep inside of you. 

It takes all of his inner strength to finally take his manhood out of your mouth; He manages to do so, keeping in mind how much better it will feel once he gets to dive inside your heat. And so, moved by such desire, he abandons your side to crawl right in between your legs once more. 

This time, there is nothing he can say. He can’t ask, he can’t communicate he will indeed fuck you hard. He simply lets his eyes speak for him, fixed into yours, letting you know what his heart truly desires… he lusts for you, he lusts for your body, but most importantly, he lusts to become one in such sinful reunion of the flesh… 

No need to move, your sex is conveniently placed by the limits of the table so that Ulquiorra can reach just right. You wonder what will be able to clean the surface but now is not the time to regret any of your actions. 

He doesn’t really need to guide his shaft, as it reaches your entrance by simply crawling a little on top of you. You can feel his throbbing tip, clumsily but surely, sliding right in, giving you that first taste of heaven. 

You hug him, palms wide open caressing his back. You can feel it on your touch, the way his spine and shoulder blades move when he begins to go in and out of you. At first, he does slow, matching the pace of the sloppy kisses you both share. 

But then, as both become hungry, insatiable, addicted to the pleasure you want more… more, more… faster, harder, rougher… 

Ulqui’s back arches, his hips turn into violent hammers, the ramming is almost too strong for you to tolerate. Both bite each other’s flesh, leaving marks and purple reminders of your pass. 

Whines and moaning. Grunting, panting, desperately… in and out, slapping skins, wet noises… 

Fingers intertwined with yours, plastered against the table, squeezing your hands in romantic, but still concupiscent reaction to an arriving climax… 

“Onna… this is the first time I am able to see the colours of your eyes” he sighs, loudly, exhausted, still twitching as he finishes in and out of your core.

“The "colours" ?” you ask, relaxing your body after an intense orgasm.

“I can’t see colours… but your eyes, this is the very first time I’ve seen any colour at all…” 

Who would have said he did not only looked and acted like a bat, he was also colourblind… colourblind, except for your eyes 💚 ~  

[rkthot00]

Kenpachi Zaraki with a witchy reader?

[Hello!!! Hope you manage to see this despite how long it's been but I really enjoyed writing this!!!! Heavily inspired by that one meme that's like "my hot witch wife, me doing whatever the hell she wants" you know the one,,,,lol]

[Female reader] [Just fun and cute] [Kenpachi Zaraki x Witchy!reader] [Slightly spicy at the end!]

“Y/N…” 

“Hmmm?” You looked over from your spot on the floor, covered in ash, herbs, and candle wax. Various crystals of all shapes, sizes, and colors surrounded the two of you. Right in the middle of your room, in a meticulously drawn pentagram, lay the fearsome captain of squad 11. 

“This stuff is making me sneeze…” Kenpachi complained, sniffing slightly at the tickle in his nose from all the incense. Despite his complaints, he stayed put in his spot. 

“Aw…” You frowned, feeling a bit bad. You leaned over him, smiling down at him sweetly and brushing a stray piece of sage away from his cheek. “We’re almost done. Can you hold out a little longer?” 

He sighed, looking up into your puppy dog eyes and realizing there was no escaping this madness. “Alright.” 

You giggled with excitement and got back to work on your ritual. Kenpachi was a rather large man, so you had initially struggled to fit him in the circle correctly but with enough maneuvering you were successful. His legs were partially under your bed, but hey you’d take what you could get. You were curious to know if your spells would work on the captain, already being a spirit and all. You had only ever done spells on yourself and other living beings so this would be an interesting experiment! 

This was a simple spell, nothing too drastic just in case it did work. A small love spell, not one that would force anyone into anything, just something to…spice things up a bit. You hadn’t told your boyfriend what was supposed to happen for fear of influencing the outcome. Kenpachi, being the ever-patient (only with you, it seemed) man he was, was allowing you to do as you pleased, despite his disbelief in your craft. Turning back to your books, you double-checked that all the ingredients were in place. 

“Alright, we’re ready!” You announced, clapping your hands together. “Close your eyes, and try to relax, okay?” You said to Kenpachi. 

He grumbled something under his breath and closed his eyes, his arms folded over his chest. He still looked a bit tense, but this would do. 

You moved to stand over him, closing your eyes and holding your hands out you began to murmur the words of the ritual in a language Kenpachi had never heard before. You felt your mind going blank, your body relaxed and almost in a trance as you muttered the spell. Your fingertips felt warm, and your breathing was slowing down as you asked the gods to grace you with their presence. You felt powerful. With one more deep breath, you concluded the ritual, murmuring your final thanks to the gods and slowly opening your eyes. 

In the dim candlelight, you couldn’t tell the expression on Kenpachi’s face. His eyes were still closed and he was breathing slowly and evenly as if he were asleep. Surely it hadn’t gone for that long? Kneeling, you lightly prodded his shoulder. 

“Zaraki?” You called out to him gently, knowing that a frightened Kenpachi was not a pleasant one. 

Suddenly, he sat up, his eyes open. You gasped and sat back. 

“A-Are you okay?” 

Examining his surroundings, he slowly turned back to you. His eyelids were low, a slight flush to his cheeks. His frown grew into a smirk. 

Quickly and irreverently, he crawled towards you, knocking the crystals and candles away and smudging the pentagram underneath you. He grabbed you by the neck and pulled you close, his face now level with yours and you suddenly couldn’t breathe. 

His voice was low and gravelly when he spoke next, “I don’t know what you did, sweetheart, but it worked.” 

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