#grimmjow and reader

[writemessybleach]

falling asleep with Grimmjow while stoned. you get extremely stoned. it lasts for such a long time. it's kind of insane. by late in the night, you're tired but still somehow awake, but just barely. you didn't know how touch-starved you were until leaning against him on accident. it's not like you're not close but you're just friends, and maybe it just annoys you that if you even breathe near a man too much, everyone suddenly thinks he's your boyfriend. the relief and pleasure of this touch makes you nervous. what if it's a secret crush and you don't know? what if it leads to things you don't want? no, it's fine. he doesn't want that stuff either. you let your head rest against his shoulder when you feel too tired to hold your head up. he hasn't stopped using his phone since you brushed against him on the couch. leaning on him feels like inviting him to do something you don't want. or, maybe it doesn't mean anything to him. you ready yourself to lean yourself in closer against him. his sweatshirt is warm, his shoulder warm. it smells like him: earthy and clear. he makes no effort to move your head away from his shoulder. no twitch, no tense; just a deep long sigh that you can hear with your ear pressed against him. in a short time, you're asleep and so is he. the tangled mess you end up in throughout the night is healing. waking up like this is magical.

[sunarc]

Boys who can’t control their moans so instead of holding back they just sink their teeth into your neck to let off some steam. He’s losing his mind. His cock is buried deep inside of you while his head is shoved into the crook of your neck. His moans are loud paired with the squeaking of the bed. His hands hold your legs apart spreading you open so he can fuck himself deeper inside of you.

“Fuck you drive me crazy baby” he groans.

His hips slam into yours creating a pattern of rough thrust that leaves you drooling, moaning his name. He’s been going for so long he’s fucking the two of you into overstimulation. Your whimpers sound like music to his ears, telling him you can’t take it, begging him to slow down. You’ve come so many times already and he’s determined to make you cum again.

“I- I can’t” you whimper. Your voice is a broken whine barely heard over the sounds of his cock diving into your cunt but he hears you. The smirk that grows on his face when he hears your cries is menacing.

“You can take it , I know you can. Listen to how this pussy is begging for me, she’s basically calling my fucking name” his voice his like silk whispering the words in your ear.

His tongue glides against your neck up to your ear. Your moans come out as broken sobs singing his name. His cock grows harder hearing how you call out to him.

“That’s it, say my name, tell me who fucks you this good” his voice sounds like a low growl.

Your trembling, mind gone with only pleasure and lust clouding your thoughts. Your nails drag down his back leaving marks he’ll smile proudly at later. You can barely form a sentence. Your words come out as a mix of slurred versions of his name and whimpers about how close you are.

“I knew you could do it” he purrs

His thrusts are slow, long and hard. Your hands shakily grab onto his shoulder desperately clinging onto him .

“Please please please” you whine.

“Please what? You want my cum?” He knows what you want, he just wants to hear you say it.

You fumble over your words continuously being caught in a moan. Your legs wrap around him pushing him deeper inside. You're overwhelmed by the pleasure . You squeeze your eyes shut feeling tears glide down your cheeks.

“Aww is my poor baby, Can’t take my cock?” He chuckles, licking the tears that stream down your face.

His thrust picks up speed. His hips slam into yours at a ruthless pace.

“Come on baby, give me one more and I promise I’ll lick that sweet pussy until your nice and clean”

He can’t contain the moans that spill past his lips. He bites your shoulder while he plunges his cock into you at a constant pace. His teeth dig into your skin earning him a soft cry. Your mouth hangs open, stuck between pain and pleasure. Your orgasm drowns you. Your body trembles as your nails cling onto him. Your legs tighten around him holding him in place. Your heart beats against your chest like a drum as you breathe heavily coming down from your high. He licks at the bite mark while pressing loving kisses to your skin. His lips meet yours with a delicate touch compared to his previous rough actions. Your lips dance against each other in sync to the beat of your hearts.

“You were so good for me” he whispers in between kisses. “Let me clean you up baby”

He kisses a trail down your trembling body to your core. His eyes gaze at the way your core glistens like stars in the night.

“So messy for me” he moans at the sight.

He dives in, licking a long strip between your slit.

“Don’t worry I’ll clean you up my messy baby”

~Grimmjow, Toji, Nanami, Geto, Choso, Tsukishima, Kuroo, Matsukawa, Atsumu, Oikawa, Suna, Connie, Armin, Eren

[kenpachissluut]

❦Ovulation❦

men who let you take control for one particular night in the month. when you are on ovulation.

straddling your man‘s lap on the couch while you bounce your ass and hips up and down his fat cock, your back pressed against his chest in an reverse cowgirl position. looking down where your man and you are connected, watching his glistening cock sliding in and out your wet squelching pussy. stretching and filling your hole at the same time. his muscular strong arms come up under your thighs lifting them up in the air and wrapping his big hands thightly behind your head holding you in a full nelson position. Your man’s dominance take over once again but you couldn’t be happier at this moment as you were ready to be filled. Thrusting upwards, pounding deep and mean as hell into your dripping wet pussy. Moaning and whimpering you let yourself getting fucked in that mean but fucking amazing position, where he could hit your sweet spots in all the right places. With a final deep mean thrust he coates your walls completely white, your hole leaking and dripping with his sticky cum. looking down at the mess you both made you smile in amazement. seeing yourself stuffed with his dick and cum, filling up your pretty little womb. Your man plants a wet kiss against your neck as his breath hitches your ear and he whispers:

,,Look at you all filled up with my cum, ready to become a beautiful mommy.‘‘

Toji fushiguro, Naoya Zenin, Shiu Kong, Sukuna Ryomen, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Sosuke Aizen, Shunsui Kyoraku, Kenpachi Zaraki, Urahara Kisuke, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Grimjow Jaegerjaquez, Coyotte Stark, Ichigo Kurosaki, Renji Abarai

⋆˚ lunaeanima 𝜗𝜚˚⋆🎀

[honeyteddygrahams-blog]

~ DOMINATE MEN

pls don’t read this if you don’t like porn links please know that the characters are up to age meaning they are either adults or teen ages 18-19

~ GRIMMJOW JEAGERJAQUEZ

Link1

Link2

Link3

Link4

Link5

Link6

~ RYOMEN SUKUNA

Link1

Link2

Link3

Link4

Link5

Link6

~ TOJI FUSHIGURO

Link1

Link2

Link3

Link4

Link5

Link6

~ AIZEN SOSUKE

Link1

Link2

Link3

Link4

Link5

Link6

[arabella0001]

bleach men eating you out - part 2

characters: ichigo kurosaki, renji abarai, tōshirō hitsugaya, uryuu ishida, byakuya kuchiki

part 1: urahara kisuke, aizen sosuke, kenpachi zaraki, shunsui kyōraku, grimmjow jaegerjaquez

cn: oral (f receiving), praising, slight degrading, edging, bondage, rough/soft, sub/dom, fingering, overstimulation

ichigo

he isn’t the best at it, but he sure puts all his heart into it—kissing and licking without stopping, making you moan shamelessly without letting you catch a breath.

“i-ichigo,” you moan, your voice barely audible.

“mm?” he stops for a second, looking up at you, his face covered in your wetness,his eyes adoring. his hands press against your legs, keeping you still as he touches your pussy with purposeful intent.

“p-please… p-please make me…”

“of course, y/n.” he dives back in, licking you all the way down “i got you” his tongue flickering against your pussy more rapidly until you reach your orgasm.

byakuya

byakuya is the type of man who takes his time, making every touch feel planned, determined, every kiss a slow-burning tease. his lips trace a path over your body, his voice smooth like a calming breeze. “my beautiful woman…”

his tongue moves with calculated precision, worshipping you, relishing each second. in the stillness of the morning, he whispers praises you’d never expect from a man like him. “you taste so good, my love.”

your mind crumbles under the weight of his words, his mouth working you over with unshaken focus. “i won’t stop until you’re satisfied.,” he murmurs, and you know he means it.

tōshirō

he takes pleasuring you very seriously—focused, precise, determined to be the best for you.

“do you like it like that, y/n?” he asks between kisses, slurping against your cunt, teasing your clit with each flick of his tongue.

“right there?”

before you can answer, he dives in deeper, his tongue pressing into you while circling your clit with his thumb in a way that has your body trembling.

“t-tōshirō, baby… f-fuck—”

he doesn’t let up. his fingers start thrusting into your pussy, moving fast and his mouth relentless. your legs try to clamp around his head, but he pushes them apart, refusing to stop until you melt all over his mouth, his abs—anywhere you want.

renji

renji is the type of man who researches before trying something new—and he always wants to try things with you. his goal? to leave you shaking after every experiment.

“renji, c-can you…”

“wait a sec, y/n…” his brows furrow  “so… i should lick like this?” he glances at his phone, then leans in and drags his tongue over your cunt. but when he looks up—sees your parted lips, the way your chest rises and falls, the absolute wrecked expression on your face—everything stops.

“shit… sorry, baby.” and then he’s all in, no more overthinking, just feeling—the way you tremble under him, the way you fall apart so easily when he does it the way you like.

ishida

he catches you by surprise when he does it—kissing everywhere, collarbone, chest, belly—before slowly kneeling in front of you. “i-ishida?”

“shh.” his fingers part your folds “be still” and his tongue flicking against your throbbing pussy while his piercing gaze locks onto yours. “oh my g—”  the intensity is overwhelming, a sharp contrast to his usual composed self. his dominant nature remains, even when he’s the one on his knees.

[satsugacafe]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐎𝐧

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Shunsui, Jushiro, Ichigo, Byakuya, Renji, Hisagi, Gin, Kira, Aizen, Toshiro, Kisuke, Shinji, Zaraki, Unohana, Yhwach, Jugram, Askin, Bazz-B, Ryuken, Uryu, Grimmjow, Starrk, Ulquiorra

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I wasn’t expecting to write to write for everyone, but I also didn’t want to do this in parts. So everyone’s here in one post :)

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content, fem!reader in the smut part, asphyxiation, blood and knife play, manhandling, cunnilingus, blowjobs, fingering, lingerie, rough play, power play, cockwarming, thigh-riding, marking, light bondage, dirty talking, sleepy sex

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Non-sexual and sexual things you do that turns them on.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Kyoraku Shunsui

Non-sexual turn-ons:

A playful sense of humour and teasing wit.

Wearing his haori or hat just to mess with him.

Intelligence that reveals itself subtly.

Being affectionate and touchy without needing a reason.

Showing empathy and gentleness, especially with others.

Drinking tolerance can match or outdo his

Sexual turn-ons:

Whispering into his ear while seated on his lap

Flashing glimpses of cleavage, thighs, or the curve of your hip when you pretend not to notice

Lazy, sensual makeout sessions while straddling him on the porch

Being the one to initiate things slowly, then letting him take over

The sight of you stroking the base of his cock while still dressed in one of his robes

Ukitake Jushiro

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Soft spoken encouragements and genuine smiles

Gentle physical affection—stroking his hair, massaging his back

Bringing him food or medicine without being asked

Listening to him talk about history or poetry with interest

Seeing you play with children or his younger siblings

Sexual turn-ons:

Tender, unhurried touches—especially trailing fingers down his chest

Sucking lightly on his tongue when you kiss

Gently guiding his hand under your robes while making eye contact

Being vocal, breathy, but sweet—he melts hearing your moans

Giving him slow, teasing head with your hands stroking his thighs

Kurosaki Ichigo

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Standing up for yourself or others unapologetically

Sparring with him and actually managing to knock him down

Wearing his clothes and acting like it’s no big deal

Brushing your fingers through his hair after he’s bathed

Letting him protect you but also fighting at his side

Sexual turn-ons:

Grinding against him while you’re both fully clothed

Tugging on his hair when you kiss roughly

The look in your eyes when you drop to your knees for him

Telling him how big and hard he feels in your mouth

Riding him while biting your lip and watching his reactions

Kuchiki Byakuya

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Elegance, poise, and self-discipline

The graceful way you move—particularly in formal attire

Quiet loyalty that never needs announcing

Speaking refined, poetic compliments that catch him off guard

Playing a traditional instrument or painting in silence near him

Sexual turn-ons:

Undressing slowly and deliberately in front of him

Moaning softly into his ear as you ride him in his private quarters

Holding eye contact as you suck him off—subtly defiant

Leaving lipstick marks on his collarbone

Whispering your filthy thoughts in a voice soft as silk

Abarai Renji

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Boldness and unfiltered honesty

Sparring or working out together, especially if you show him up

Wearing something tight or revealing without even trying

Cheering him on at his matches or missions

Talking dirty in casual conversation just to mess with him

Sexual turn-ons:

Biting his neck and shoulders while he's deep inside you

Taking control—pushing him back, pinning his wrists

Moaning his name when he hits just the right angle

Tugging on his hair and smirking while you’re on top

The sight of you bent over, looking back at him with a dare in your eyes

Ichimaru Gin

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Playing his game of sly remarks and never flinching

Giving him a mysterious smile of your own

Feeding him something sweet with your fingers

Staring him down until he laughs genuinely

Reading or observing him silently like he’s a puzzle

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting him tie your wrists and whisper what he’ll do to you

Moaning his name when he ghosts his tongue over your sskn

Clenching around his cock while grinning up at him

Giving him a look that says you want him to ruin you

Being playful, coy, and just a little bratty—he loves the chase

Izuru Kira

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet empathy and gentle support

Touching his hair or face with loving patience

Listening to him without judgement

Writing him notes or letters instead of saying things aloud

Seeing you defend him when he doubts himself

Sexual turn-ons:

Stroking his cock softly while looking up at him with flushed cheeks

Running your hands across his chest while kissing his neck

Light bondage or being guided firmly—he secretly likes being told what to do

Soft sighs and moans that escape you as you ride him slow and deep

Letting him worship your body like you’re sacred

Shuhei Hisagi

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Confidence that doesn’t cross into arrogance

Tracing his tattoos with curious fingers

Wearing his sleeveless uniform and mimicking him with a grin

Helping him relax when he's stressed—running your hands through his hair

Admiring his scars or voice work sincerely

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching your nails down his back while he’s fucking you rough

Letting him pin your arms above your head with just one hand

Moaning shamelessly when he squeezes your throat lightly with his fingers

Riding his thigh until you’re dripping for him

Sucking on his fingers while you grind into his lap

Hitsugaya Toshiro

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Intelligence, especially when it challenges him

Cold weather snuggles—wrapping yourself around him

Running your hands along his chest or collar absentmindedly

Letting him take care of you when you're injured

Playing an instrument or humming to yourself while working

Sexual turn-ons:

Warming his cock between your thighs before sliding him in

Leaving frostbitten kisses on his chest and neck

Gasping when he pushes your legs apart with firm hands

Riding him hard enough to melt the ice under you both

Letting him lose control—he rarely does, but when he does…

Zaraki Kenpachi

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Anyone who can take a hit and laugh

Bloodied lips and challenging stares

Wearing nothing but a haori or his eyepatch

Joking about fucking in the middle of a battlefield

Fighting him and moaning when he slams you to the ground

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching down his chest while he fucks you brutally

Screaming for more while you ride his cock until your thighs give out

Biting his lip until he bleeds and shoving him back for round two

Taking him raw and wild, begging for him to fill your pussy

Letting him fuck you against a wall with one hand on your throat

Hirako Shinji

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quirky humour and refusing to take things seriously

Playing with his hair or trying on his hats

Teasing him with clever innuendos

Letting him cook for you and pretending it’s better than it is

Kissing him upside-down just to throw him off

Sexual turn-ons:

Riding his face with slow, shivering control

Moaning his name sweetly when he stretches you open

Light biting and tongue-play—especially on his ears. And his tongue piercing—tell him you like it when you use it on you

Getting on all fours and arching your back for him

Pinning him down and whispering what you want him to do

Aizen Sosuke

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Polished confidence, intellectual curiosity

Subtly challenging his authority with charm

Wearing glasses or reading books on complex topics

Obeying him flawlessly and then seducing him with a glance

Letting him teach you something, and acting too impressed

Sexual turn-ons:

Licking his cock while you whisper how powerful he feels

Spreading yourself open and begging him to “study” you

Moaning his name as you ride him slow, cunt squeezing him rhythmically

Telling him how you want to be rearranged by his cock

Letting him fuck your mouth until your eyes water and you thank him

Urahara Kisuke

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Brainy curiosity and scientific banter

Wearing his hat or clogs and acting like the boss

Fixing his tech for him with a wink

Subtle acts of devotion: tea when he’s exhausted, bandages on his hands

Purring innuendo in his ear while he’s trying to focus

Sexual turn-ons:

Straddling him and slowly sinking onto his cock while teasing his brain

Moaning nonsense while he fingerfucks you with wild precision

Sitting on his face and grinding until you’re sobbing his name

Letting him record your moans while he fucks you from behind. Also letting his try his new gadgets on you

Making him beg for release while you edge him for hours

Unohana Retsu

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Calm confidence, quiet control in a crisis

Precision in combat or healing—grace over brute strength

Obedience without submission; challenge without disrespect

Running your fingers through her hair or over her blade

Speaking softly but firmly, holding her gaze without flinching

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting her take full control—bound, blindfolded, at her mercy

Bleeding lightly beneath her nails as she rides you slow and deep

Moaning her full name while she traces your throat with her blade

Taking her strapon in full, whimpering, and asking for more or when she grinds her pussy on you

Eyes rolling back when she fucks you until you cry her name like a prayer

Yhwach

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Absolute devotion and confidence in your own strength

Kneeling before him without being told, eyes proud and unwavering

Speaking to him without fear, and daring to offer advice

Soft dominance—stroking his hair while he rests against you

Wearing his insignia or colours like a second skin

Sexual turn-ons:

Spreading your legs for him without a word

Taking every inch of his cock while moaning his name

Holding eye contact while he fucks you on his throne

Licking your lips after he cums on your face

Letting him use your body as his reward after war

Jugram Haschwalth

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet authority and strong posture

Wearing long, elegant clothes that match his aesthetic

Obeying his commands with subtle grace and precision

Showing tactical intelligence in a high-pressure situation

Reading or writing near him by candlelight

Sexual turn-ons:

Kneeling between his legs, eyes wide, waiting for his permission

The sound of your moans as he fucks you slow and deep

Cupping his balls while taking his full length into your throat

Letting him bind you to his desk and stroke you with precision

The flushed, ruined look on your face after he’s spent himself inside you

Askin Nakk Le Vaar

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Sarcasm and biting wit delivered with a pretty smile

Watching you experiment with food, drinks, or poisons

Wearing silky clothes that brush against his fingers when you pass

Subtle manipulation that surprises even him

Laughing at his morbid jokes and then one-upping them

Sexual turn-ons:

Sucking on his fingers while looking into his eyes

Licking his cock from base to tip with slow, deliberate flicks

Riding him in lace lingerie while playing with your own nipples

Letting him drip things on your body and lick them off

Playfully threatening to overstimulate him—he’ll beg beautifully

Bazz-B

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Boldness, fire, and being louder than him when you argue

Revealing outfits, crop tops, battle armour that shows skin

Throwing playful punches and getting pinned for it

Cheering him on when he’s being dramatic

Letting him brag and then putting him in his place

Sexual turn-ons:

Groping his cock through his trousers and laughing at his growl

Taking charge and riding him wild until he taps out

Clawing his back while he fucks you against a wall

Sucking on his balls while he tugs your hair

Calling him “hot stuff” while your cunt clenches around him

Ishida Ryuken

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Intelligence matched with calm maturity

Wearing lingerie under a lab coat

Pouring his coffee without asking, quiet domestic gestures

Knowing when to shut out the world and let him have silence

Precision, elegance, and reading medical journals in bed

Sexual turn-ons:

Sucking his cock under his desk while he pretends to work

Letting him finger you with his gloves still on

Whispering dirty praise into his ear with clinical detail

Riding him slow, grinding until he swears under his breath

Guiding his hand over your clit and telling him what you need

Ishida Uryu

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Graceful intellect and sharp wit

Wearing his scarf or coat and fixing your glasses teasingly

Being meticulous in your crafts or hobbies

Challenging his logic just to watch him ramble

Quiet, firm affection—holding his hand while working

Sexual turn-ons:

Licking the seam of his lips before kissing him

Stroking his cock while whispering how proud you are of him

Gasping softly when he kisses your inner thighs

Letting him tie your ankles with his Quincy threads

Telling him he’s perfect while you cum around his cock

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Arrogant smirks, spitfire sass, and biting back

Showing your battle scars like they’re trophies

Tearing your clothes mid-fight and laughing about it

Challenging him with no fear in your eyes

Wearing nothing but a grin and calling him a pussycat

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching his scalp while he eats you out with zero mercy

Choking on his cock and crying from the stretch

Letting him fuck you over any surface, raw and rabid

Cumming from just how rough he bites your nipples

Riding him while yelling how good he feels—and slapping his chest

Coyote Starrk

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet companionship and non-verbal affection

Dozing on his chest without saying a word

Wearing his clothes and letting him see your cleavage

Soft eyes and lazy mornings in bed

Listening to his silences and responding in kind

Sexual turn-ons:

Slow, sleepy sex where you grind against his cock until he wakes fully

Letting him suck your tits while you ride him

Whispering “please” while you ride him under the covers

Letting him watch you touch yourself while you straddle his lap

Taking him so slowly he shivers—he never shivers

Ulquiorra Cifer

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Existential curiosity and thought-provoking questions

Crying in front of him without shame—he notices

Gently touching his face without asking

Wearing white, black, or green in contrast to his own shades

Showing emotion just for him—never for others

Sexual turn-ons:

Soft moans while you take his cock inch by inch, eyes fluttering shut

Letting him explore your cunt like it’s a mystery

Kissing him without permission and whispering “mine”

Wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in deeper

Crying out his name as you cum—he won’t say it, but he lives for it

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @stygianoir @spellboundsuguru @cookielovesbook-akie @kennys-partner @sovl-society @villainsrtasty @foxycrafterofgreenwood @carnationdoe @darthwhorecrux @kryptoniteforsale

©satsugacafé 2025: no permission to repost, plagiarise, copy or translate my work onto any other platform or this one.

[aizenswhore]

His lap is your throne.

There are things you need to understand. Just like you gradually learn how to walk, when you are a toddler, there are just some small habits you need to learn when you are an adult. He needs you. You need to get this concept into your head. You have to worship him, to let admiration and devotion drip from your eyes and mouth as you walk towards him in that cute like skirt that drives him crazy.

You perfectly know what you do to him and with that comes the depraved hunger of being ruined by him over and over again. Your eyes lock, a demanding glare shimmering in his eyes, as he waits patiently for you to take your seat on your throne. You do, eventually, unbuckling his belt and freeing his bulge from the tight boxers he is wearing underneath.

He reaches his hand up, underneath your skirt, his fingers gliding down your slit as he notes you are not wearing any panties. No words are shared, he grips your hips and allows you to sink down onto his hard shaft. A strained moan leave your lips. No matter how many times you have done it, the sensation is always going to be the same. The stretch, it drives you mad. Your hands settle onto his shoulders, balancing yourself as you finally adjust to the intrusion.

“Welcome back to your throne, baby” he whispers in your ear, as you slowly begin to ride him.

Your moans fill the air, echoes of your skin slapping together making you remember how much you crave him, how deeply you want him to stretch you out like that, and how badly you wish to feel his cum fill you up until it drips down your thighs. Why? Because, after all, you know that his lap is your throne. No one will ever ride him as you do and no one will ever possess your body and soul as he does.

And, as your inner walls clamp down onto him, your head lolling back as a strained moan leave your lips, this much you know: you will ride him until your legs will work.

GETO SUGURU, GOJO SATORU, RYOMEN SUKUNA, AIZEN SOSUKE, GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ, DRACULE MIHAWK, SHANKS, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA, NANAMI KENTO, JUGRAM HASCHWALTH, CROCODILE, DOUMA.

credits for the banner: @cafekitsune

main account: @muzansfangs

[electronicwitchcollection]

~*How they kiss*~

edited: I added Byakuya 🩵

Shinji

Shinji kisses you dirtily. Not one for chaste brushing of lips or quick, soft presses of your mouths, no, Shinj wants devour every single crevace of your mouth. His tongue will drag across your own, twirling and manipulating your tongue in ways you never knew it could bend. He'd memorise the very shape and placement of your teeth, extract your taste from your mouth until it over powers his own. He pushes into the kiss, invading your space and pushing you off balance, keeping you pinned flush againt his body until hes the only thing you can feel. His hands would wonder and explore, grabbing, pinching, squeezing anything he can get hold of, just to taste your sweet moans. It would be hot and heavy, a far cry from what would be considered acceptable PDA. He would be vocal, groaning and grunting into your mouth, hips rolling into you to let you feel just how much he wants you.

Gin

The way Gin kisses can only be described as torturous. Gin would keep you waiting, until you were needy and desperate and then he would make you wait some more. He'd ghost his lips over yours, his breath tickling the sensitive skin, tingling with the the taunt of what could be. He'd lean in, keeping you on the edge before averting to your ear, a sly grin on his lips when he hears your breath catch in your throat at the denial. You can hear the amusement in his tone, so intertwined with the almost cruel satisfaction as he whispers in your ear..  "I don' think ya desperate enough yet..". When he finally, after begging, pleading, bribing, kisses you, it would just be the next step of sweet torture. He would kiss you excruciating slow, bearly there pressure moulding your lips together. He would move away if you tried to take any control, making your start his torturous dance all over again. He would slide his tongue into your mouth only a fraction, giving you only a sliver of what you crave, building up slowly. He'd give you only a moment of everything this has been building up to before pulling away, leaving you desperately wanting more.

Shunsui

Consumingly. Shunsui kisses like he does everything else. Languid, lazy, unhurried and savoured. He takes the time to throughly enjoy and experience every facet of kissing you. While the kiss isnt outwardly passionate or ravenous.. you cant help but feel completely consumed by him and his ownership of the kiss. Shunsui's fingers trail softly over your curves, lovingly memorising every flawless imperfection on your body. He tilts your head up to meet him with a gentle yet confident finger under your chin, thumb brushing tantilisingly slow over your bottom lip. When he leans down and captures your lips with his own, your sences are consumed by him. The softness of his lips contrasting against the slight scratch of his beard. The floral smell that clings to his clothes, almost transporting you to a field of wild flowers on a summers day. The heat of his body slowly sinking into your own, relaxing you fully into his embrace. His sake infused breath would mingle with your own as he parts your lips, slowly caressing your tongue with his. Shunsui plays with varying pressures, tilting your head this way and that to ensure he consumes every ounce of pleasure from you. He exubes a lazy confidence, knowing exactly how to make you melt and surrender to him completely

Urahara

Urahara kisses you teasingly. He'd kiss his way up your neck, grinning into your skin as he feels your pulse quicken. Changing up between firm presses and barely there brushes, nipping and grazing his lip against you. He would look down at you with mischief in his eyes, teasingly getting closer to your lips, before turning your head and tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. He'd chuckle darkly at your impatient huff.. "you're cute when you pout.."  he'd husk in your ear, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you flush against him. His other hand would cup your jaw, tilting your head up to take in your frustrated look. Leaning in again, he'd flick the tip of his tongue over your lip, grinning cockily as he pulls away... "Beg for it.." . When you break, whining and fisting his top in your hands, "Kisuke...please..."  .. he'd lower his head back to your lips, moving back slightly to make you groan, smirking before whispering "good girl.."  When Kisuke finaly kisses you, its perfectly constructed to drive you wild. Pressing his lips against yours, hand squeezing your ass, he'd run his tongue over your bottom lip, playfully backing away when you part them. The corners of his mouth would turn up in a smirk, letting you chase him before surging forward and claiming your mouth. He'd groan when your tongues meet, greedily tasting you, working himself just as much as you with his teasing.

Grimmjow

Grimmjow kisses you hungrily.. possessively. You are his and he will take what he wants from you. Grimmjow doesn't waste time with teasing or playful kisses. Dosen't do soft caresses or lingering touches. Grimmjow is hungry for you and he is going to devour you. He'd grip you, fingers pawing at your hips or ass as he held you prisoner in his grasp, leaving you no chance of escaping until he was fully sated and satisfied. Grimmjow would wrap his hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to prove his ownership, keeping you exactly where he wants you as he slams his lips into yours. Sharp teeth would nip at your lip, demanding entrance, tongue forcing its way through if you took too long for his liking. Grimmjow would growl into the kiss, tongue battling with yours, forcing your submission. He would greedily lap up your taste,  tongue rolling over your own again and again, parting only when his chest burned for oxygen. When he finally breaks the kiss, you're both left panting. He keeps you close, your hot breath mixing together, eyes taking in your lips, plump and swollen, parted with drsperate breaths.. looking so wrecked from just his kiss.. he'd growl "mine"

Ukitake

Ukitake would kiss you tenderly. Soft touches and gentle caresses is the only way this man would touch you. You are precious to him, the love of his life and he couldn't imagine touching you with anything other than delicate, tender touches. He would cup your cheek, sming down at you with adoration as he places a loving kiss on your forehead. He would let his lips linger, savouring the sweet genture. His eyes closing to fully take in the way his lips press into your forhead, breathing in the warm scent of your shampoo. Pulling back he would rub gos thumb gently over your cheek, so soft and smooth. Intertwining his othe hand with yours, Jushiro would bring them up to his lips, curved in a soft smile. He'd plant gentle kisses to each of your fingers, eyes locked onto yours for every one. Taking a step closer, he would angle your face up to his, eyes slowly taking in every feature of your face. He would tilt his head, pressing his lips to yours. Lingering together, holding onto the connection for as long as he could. Jushiro would press his forhead into yours, embracing the quiet, intimate moment. 

Kensei

Kensei would kiss you completely. Kensei is very much a 'if it's worth doing, it's worth doing right' kind of man and kissing you is no different. When he kisses you, he kisses you thoroughly. There will not be a single doubt in your mind that he has kissed you as good as he could've. Kensei would run his fingers through your hair, fisting it just above the nape of your neck and manipulate you to the perfect angle. Hand covering your hip, he would hold onto you protectivly, pressing his lips firmly against yours. He would kiss your top lip softly before kissing your bottom lip harder. Tugging your hair slightly in a silent command to open your mouth, Kensei would tilt his head to fit against you seamlessly. He would start out slowly, savouring the feel and taste of your tongue swirling around his own. With a grunt Kensei would pull you closer, deepening the kiss, leaving no part of your mouth without his attention. He would loosen his hold on your hair, gently cupping the back of your neck as he slows down the kiss. Leaving you feeling fully and completely kissed. 

Byakuya 

Byakuya kisses you like it’s the last time. Byakuya knows the pain of loosing the one you love, the heartache of knowing what that last kiss feels like. When he kisses you, he kisses you with everything. He would cup your cheek gently, tilting your head up just right to be able to look deep in your eyes. He would brush your hair behind your ear and  lower his lips to yours, pouring all his love and affection into the soft kiss. Not leaving you any doubt just how much this man adores you. Byakuya would pull you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist as he deepens the kiss. Gently coaxing your lips apart and sensually brushing his tongue against yours. Committing to memory your taste, the feel of you, your scent. When you part he’d keep you close, breaths mingling between you as you steady your breathing, before resting his forehead against yours. 

[cupidologys]

⸻ imprint.

pairing: grimmjow x reader

word count: 2.4k

synopsis: life becomes increasingly complicated after a seemingly one-night stand with grimmjow extends way past the one-night mark.

as it turns out, arrancars become very clingy, very fast.

Opening your eyes to an arrancar laid next to you in your bed was not your idea of a happy wake-up call. He was still asleep; his gentle snores break the silence as you spring up, scrambling to retrace last night’s memories. A soft groan leaves you as it all comes flooding back.

The break up. The violent sobbing. The tissues and excessive consumption of bottom shelf tequila. The violent puking. The rebound that was currently still in your bed.

Oh, you are so thoroughly, completely fucked.

You curse yourself. How could you be so stupid as to drunkenly hook up with—

Your thoughts stutter as your brain fully catches up to last night’s memories. You remember the screaming and anger when you found out about your ex’s infidelity, which led to a night of reckless abandonment at a nearby bar, which further led to your very worried friends picking you up and bringing you home. Grimmjow was there for reasons you can’t remember. What you can recall, definitively, is that you did not sleep with him. He had carried you up to your apartment, settled you in bed, and was about to leave when you dragged him into the sheets for cuddles, refusing to let go until he conceded.

Embarrassing? Yes. As bad as hooking up with him? Not by a long shot.

A shift in movement beside you jolts you out of your thoughts. Grimmjow mutters something, voice still groggy with sleep. You freeze and ignore him, pretending not to hear. You pray that he goes back to sleep. Your prayers go unheard.

“[Y/N]?”

Silence.

He blinks one strikingly blue eye open and settles it on you. With a roll of his neck, he stretches out—lazy and languid. You stare straight at your bedroom door, hoping to avoid eye contact��and his incredibly sculpted muscles.

Why the hell is he shirtless?!

“Good morning,” you say with as much casualness as you can muster. It isn’t a lot. Your words come out more strangled than you intended. You want to weep.

Grimmjow doesn’t seem to notice—or care. “Morning. You want coffee?”

“I…” you swallow, unsure of how to navigate this situation. You decide to blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “I think you should go.”

Grimmjow opens his mouth to say something, but something in your expression stops him. He just gives you a slightly perplexed look before nodding slowly.

“You gonna be okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Are you serious?” He scoffs, unbelieving. “You realize the entire reason why I barely slept a wink last night was because you kept tossing, turning, and crying so hard I thought you’d shrivel up from dehydration?”

You feel your cheeks flame.

“You didn’t have to stay!”

Grimmjow moves closer to you, angling himself to face you directly. The proximity makes you dizzy among such tension.

“What was I supposed to do, sweetheart? Leave you to drown in your own tears? I’m not that cruel.”

You repeat yourself, quieter this time. “You still didn’t have to stay.”

“I chose to.”

He moves away, leaving you speechless and confused.

“Get dressed.”

“What?” You reply, still reeling from his words. “Why?”

“I’m taking you to breakfast.”

Dumbfounded, you can only manage another: “What?”

“Breakfast. To replenish all those fluids you lost.” Grimmjow swings his coat over his shoulders before tossing a hoodie on your head. “And to fuel up before killing that ex boyfriend of yours.”

He leaves the room before you can process his words. Once you do, you jump up from the bed with a wince—the hangover still piercing—and scramble after him in alarm.

“Grim! Don’t you fucking dare! Get back here, you overgrown lab rat!”

୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧

“I need help.”

Ichigo barely looks up from the eggs benedict he’s scarfing down. If you didn’t know him any better, you’d be scared he’d choke.

“Wow. You must be desperate if you’re coming to me for relationship advice.”

“First of all, it's not a relationship. Second of all, I know enough embarrassing things about you to ruin the rest of your very long life if you ever decided to speak of this to someone else.”

He shoots you a sideways look. “Noted.”

You anxiously drum your fingers on the table. “It’s about Grimmjow.”

Ichigo wrinkles his nose. “What about him?”

“He’s been acting weird.”

The shinigami bites into a piece of bacon. You already regret bringing him to brunch to sort this out. Sadly, it was the only way to get him to bail on his college club meeting.

“Weird how?” He asks between chews.

You sigh. “I don’t even know. Ever since that night, something’s been different. He’s weirdly clingy—the other day, I was running errands and ended up with a six-foot-one tag-along for every single one. It made my bank visit and hair appointment interesting, to say the least. Does he have a crush on me now or something?”

“Oh that’s not new.”

You look at Ichigo in puzzlement. “What are you talking about?”

“The crush? That’s not new. Whatever this thing is, it’s worse,” he answers nonchalantly.

The news makes your head spin. Grimmjow has a crush on you? Why? How? Since when? Was it when he moved to the human world?

Ichigo’s voice pulls you from your spiral. “Have you watched any vampire or werewolf movies?”

You balk at the insinuation. “Are you saying he imprinted on me? Like some kind of giant freak baby duck?!”

“More like he’s simply gotten attached to you… maybe it’s some weird arrancar mating thing?” Ichigo offers.

You deflate. “That is so not better.”

He shrugs. “You’re the one that decided to get into bed with an arrancar.”

“We didn’t do anything!”

“...Would you want to?”

You open your mouth for a firm rejection, but for some reason the words lodge in your throat. Grimmjow is rough around the edges, without question. He’s stubborn, reckless, and a pain in your ass. Regardless, you’ve been privy to his genuinity firsthand. You can’t recall a single time he hadn’t been there for you when you needed him.

“I don’t know,” you sigh.

“You should figure that out then. It seems you both have some complicated feelings to sort out.”

୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧

Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing for the last twenty minutes. Your ex has found another number already—the last one was blocked only two days ago. You have half a mind to throw your phone into the pond in front of you. The koi fish probably wouldn’t be too happy about that, though—and neither would their owner. Out of respect for the wildlife—and Rukia—you settle for shutting the device off entirely. A temporary fix, yes, but at least you’ll have some peace and quiet for the rest of the night.

The party inside is in full swing—crowds of people mill around the house with drinks in hand and inhibitions loose. The music is so loud the bass shakes the foundations of the building; four stories of flashing lights, hazy vapours, and drunken stupors thrum a few hundred feet behind you. Rukia’s place is huge—perfect for a summer send off for a bunch of rowdy college students. You only hope Byakuya doesn’t find out about this one. The last time that happened… you cringe at the memory.

The garden is far enough from the main part of the house—mansion, more appropriately—that you only hear muffled beats of the blaring stereos and screaming students. A good thing too as you feel a headache coming on from the events of the night. You sit on a soft patch of grass a few metres from the edge of the water, watching as shining fish circle each other in colourful rhythms. The solo cup in your hand has long run dry. You prefer to stay sober from now on; you don’t need a repeat of what happened two months ago.

The moon is high against the dark canvas of the sky. It should be half past one by now. From your experience, the partygoers won’t filter out until hours later.

The sound of footsteps makes you turn. Grimmjow saunters towards you, a beer in hand. You aren’t sure how to act around him. You haven’t ever since you found out about his crush on you. You aren’t even sure you believe it to be true; it’s Grimmjow, for heaven’s sake. A crush? Romantic feelings? Such concepts don’t even exist in the lives of people like him.

Regardless, it’s been an awkward couple of weeks—for you, at least. It’s not easy trying to ignore an arrancar hellbent on pestering you every second of the day.

You’d be lying if you say you haven’t missed him though.

“Drink?” He holds out his bottle to you in offering.

You wince. “Better not. I have plans tomorrow morning.”

He takes a seat next to you in the grass. You shuffle over slightly, still wary of his closeness. The movement makes him frown, but surprisingly, he doesn’t comment on it.

“What plans?”

“I…” You hesitate. For reasons you don’t want to understand, it feels uncomfortable to tell him. “I have a date.”

Grimmjow’s beer bottle shatters in his hand, spraying him with alcohol. You jump up in alarm, panicking at the mess of glass and foaming liquid.

“Holy shit! Are you okay?! What the hell was that?!”

“I’m fine,” he grits out between clenched teeth.

You stare at him in bewilderment. The liquid drips down his forearm, pooling at his feet. Glass shards litter the grass around him as he wipes his hand on the front of his jeans.

“Let me see your hand.”

He pulls away from you as you try to take his hand in yours. “I said I’m fine.”

“Your hand, Grimmjow. Give it,” you insist.

He grumbles in annoyance but eventually relents. He was right—there’s no cut in sight. His skin is unbroken and… really, really warm. You yank your hand away, flustered at the heated contact.

“A date? Seriously?”

“Huh?” You look up, embarrassment forgotten. He’s looking straight ahead towards the pond and garden fixtures, avoiding direct eye contact with you.

He’s beautiful.

You startle yourself with that sudden thought. When did you start noticing the little things? Like the curve of his lips and the vibrance of his eyes. When did you start viewing him… differently? You ignore these dangerous thoughts—pushing them aside to maintain a semblance of control.

“What’s wrong with a date?”

He grunts in answer. He still hasn’t looked at you.

“It’s just this blind date thing I promised a friend I would try. It’s not like it’ll go anywhere,” you ramble. You’re not quite sure why you feel the need to explain yourself but you do it regardless. “Anyway, I’m still dealing with the break-up so it’s not like I have time or the mental capacity to actually date.”

“You still haven’t moved on?” He asks, disgust lacing his tone.

You shrug. From your asshole ex? Absolutely. From the emotional turmoil of the relationship’s aftermath? Not so much.

“I’m dealing with it.”

Grimmjow does not like that answer. “For fucks sake, [Y/N], how are you still hung up on him? How is he worth this? Any of this? That bastard hasn’t deserved you since the day he got you!”

Your jaw drops at his outburst.

“Why are you getting so worked up about this?”

“Because you’re being fucking stupid!” Grimmjow stands up and starts pacing. The unexpected argument sends you spiralling into a fit of anger matching his own.

“Excuse me?” You stand up too and narrow your eyes at the arrancar.

He whips around to you, all six-foot-one of him towering over your frame. The heat emanating off of him is palpable in the chilly night air. His gaze is sharp—cutting into your own with intense emotion.

“You’re stupid because you don’t realize you deserve better.”

“And what? Who the hell is better? You?” You’re pushing him for a reaction.

He gives it to you.

“Yes!”

The word makes you both freeze. Grimmjow looks shocked at his own response; his eyes are so wide you can see your own surprise reflected in their icy blue.

“So you do have feelings for me,” you whisper.

Grimmjow’s head drops, his gaze now boring into the ground. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was embarrassed.

“Was that not fucking obvious?” He grumbles.

“Apparently not to me.”

He rubs his neck and lets out a long breath. “Well…” His eyes focus on you. “Now you know.”

Your heart is beating so fast it feels like it’ll burst out of your chest.

“Are you gonna say anything?” Grimmjow asks uneasily. He fidgets with his hair, anxiously waiting for your reply.

“You’re one of my closest friends, Grim. I don’t like change. I’m not very good at it,” you note.

“But what if the change is good?”

You cough out a dry laugh. “Are you saying you’re good? You? Mr. Almighty Espada?”

“Depends who you ask.”

You pretend to think. “Hmm… how about Ichigo?”

“Who cares what that moron thinks.”

“Well, considering he’s my best friend—”

Grimmjow scowls. “Still not thrilled about that, by the way.”

You smile at his indignation.

“I’m not cancelling my date.”

“What?” Grimmjow’s face falls and you try not to giggle at how easily he resembles a kicked puppy.

“Tomorrow. 5pm. Pick me up then?”

It takes a second for him to register what you mean, but when he does, he smirks and throws an arm around you, pulling you in for a side-hug that nearly suffocates you. You don’t mind at all.

“Or we can just start the date now.”

You laugh. “Slow done, cowboy. I have to change my number first thing tomorrow morning. He hasn’t stopped blowing up my phone.”

Grimmjow growls. “You know, you shouldn’t have stopped me from killing him last time.”

“Sometimes, I don’t know if you’re joking.” You tilt your head in concern. “It’s worrying.”

He shoots you an irritated look. “Why would I be joking?”

You merely shake your head, looking at him in amusement. For the first time in a long while, you have a feeling that everything will work out just fine.

[muzansfangs]

A man.

Starring: Ryuken Ishida x f!reader; Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader; Shunsui Kyoraku x f!reader; brief and implied mention to Uryu Ishida, Kanae Katagiri, Ichigo Kurosaki, Kisuke Urahara;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, fluff, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, age gaps (especially in Ryuken and Shunsui’s parts, but the reader is above the legal age of 21), manhandling, praise kink, degradation, spanking, rough sex, bondage, marking the partner, hair pulling, edging, dirty talk, choking, feeding alcohol through kisses, breeding kink;

Plot: Who was he? A man, your man, a gentleman, the incarnation of “touch her and you die”, of “she deserves the world”, of “I would tear myself apart to make her happy, to keep her safe”. However, if someone heard the profanities he hissed in your ear, when he was buried deep into you, or idly watched the way he massacred your body only to build you back up later and publicly, you were not sure they were going to agree he loved you that much. But he did.

Ryuken Ishida.

You had not anticipated a rainstorm in the middle of July. The movie had just ended and the audience was searching for shelter from the sudden downpour, crowding at the exit. A bold couple in a hurry dashed down the muddy road, heedless of the dirt caking on their shoes and the hems of their trousers. You, on the other hand, were scrutinizing the busy street in search for Ryuken. You were standing on the sidewalk, below the awning supposed to shield you and twenty other people from the deluge. You shuddered, when some droplets of cool water splattered over your naked forearms, reminding you of never trusting a sunny day ever again. Not to mention you had opted for a brand new pair of black Jimmy Choo, seven inches of class and a gift from Dr. Ishida himself. You could not contemplate the idea of ruining them.

Now, though, you were genuinely surprised when Ryuken settled his hand on the small of your back, grey eyes transfixed on the flooding water making you stall on the sidewalk, and leaned down to whisper a command to you “Stay right where you are”.

You opened your mouth to protest, the moment he departed to fetch the car, only to realise he was not going to desist. You figured he wanted to minimize damage. Parking the vehicle closer to the theatre was the only thing he could do to help you out of that situation. Even such a kind gesture, though, flattered you. Ryuken was not close to be the extrovert kind of man who publicly displayed his feelings for you. He was the kind of man that stood by your side, made it loud and clear that you were taken, but rarely indulged into affectionate gestures. You wondered how it felt for him to go that far for you. Everyone stared at him, the moment he jogged off in the rain for you.

Lost in your thoughts, you had not even realised his car was parked right in the middle of the road, until he got out of it and circled the vehicle to open the car door for you. You bit your lower lip, knowing damn well you had to cross the turbid stream generated by the deadly combination of the downpour and the uneven road surface. Taking a deep breath, you tried to take the first step out of the crowd. Only for Ryuken to stop you.

“Hold on” he said, looking at you squarely, before bending down to slide his arm down your thighs and sweep you off of your feet. The gasp leaving your mouth was imperceptible, but the way your hands clutched the fabric of his jacket to anchor yourself to him spoke volumes. This was new.

Where was the descreet man meticulously, obsessively hiding his feelings for you behind a mastered poker face? But you knew better than goading him into pouring his heart out for you, when he had dozens of eyes goggling at him and the way he marched to his car briskly, straight as a line, precise like the surgeon he was, holding his woman bridal-style in his arms. You nuzzled your face delicately in the crook of his neck, a small smile gracing your lips, a blush blooming on your face.

“I love you” you murmured and you could swear his grip on your body intensified.

He had been the perfect incarnation of the Prince Charming. A few hours later, however, he had turned in the main villain of your story. Metaphorically speaking, naturally. His calloused fingers threaded through your hair, yanking you up against his chest, whilst the other hand was buried between your quivering thighs. You were both knelt on the bed, his larger frame almost enveloping you. Your knuckles had turned white for your iron grip on the headboard. Teary eyes, heaving chest, your body jerked when he pinched your throbbing clitoris for the umpteenth time that night.

You had lost the count of how many times he had brought you to the edge, before pausing and reeling at the sight of your desperate face, stained in mascara lines drawing black lines on your cheeks.

“Ryuken, please, I can’t do this anymore” you breathed out, catching a glimpse of his stormy eyes in your peripheral. Your body was exhausted, but you ached for a mindblowing release. Specifically, a bonebreaking release that only Ryuken had ever made you experience.

He plunged his fingers into your weeping hole, collecting the arousal coating your slippery folds “I wonder why I deliberately push my limits for you, to see you happy, only to desire nothing more than wrecking you like a filthy harlot undeserving of love” he ranted, before pulling his digits out again and pushing your head onto the pillow, roughly, yet careful not to hurt you for real. Goosebumps raised on your skin, lips parting to let a pathetic whine erupt from your throat.

Ryuken pumped his shaft a few times, lolling his head back in bliss, before removing his glasses in frustration with his free hand and discarding them carelessly on the bed. You wished you could see his face all scrunched up, when he finally pushed the head of his cock past your folds and made sure to bury himself into you to the hilt. The air seemed to have been knocked out of your lungs, when your walls clamped down on his shaft, the perception of the veins dragging against your inner parts making your cry out in overstimulation.

“Ryuken—” you hiccuped, fists clenching on the pillow to support yourself, when he pulled out and slammed himself back into your sappy entrance.

He grunted, fingertips bruising your hipbones, his clutch possessive and unyielding. The perfect balance between pleasure and pain, the touch of a man, not an inexperienced boy. He had loved before and he surely knew how to love you now.

He groaned, a low sound rambling from somewhere deep in his chest, as he thrusted into you with renovated vigor, fueled by the primal need to keep you close to him, to leave his scent of you, to stain your insides with his semen.

“Do you love me?” he asked you, his voice raspy, as he enclosed the back of your neck with his hand, pinning you down, pressing your cheek further into the puffy pillow below your head. Your toes curled, a strangled moan leaving your lips, swollen by the previous kisses you shared on your way to the bedroom.

“I do! I do, Ryuken!”.

“You are doing amazing. — he praised you, his pelvis repeatedly smacking against the back of your thighs — Could I finish inside? Would you love for me to give you a child?”.

It came to you as an unexpected request, especially since Ryuken was already a father. However, how could you deny yourself the pleasure of connecting your bodies so intimately, of granting his wish to become a parent again with you?

“Fill me up” you agreed, wanton in your voice, as you pushed your ass back against him to meet his thrusts. In a matter of seconds, the doctor behind you lost the last shred of self-control left in him and you layed down, spent, with a pool of pearly cum oozing out of your abused core.

Byakuya Kuchiki.

Dating a Captain of the Gotei 13 was hard. If you were the older sister of the man who had saved the world, it was almost impossible not to do it without feeling the pressure of the entire Soul Society passing judgment on you. If the Captain you were sharing your heart with was a member of the Kuchiki clan it inevitably meant migraines and days spent in escaping the flashing lights of the paparazzi pestering you anywhere you went.

You had no idea for how long you had been trying to avoid them that day. All you knew was that you were supposed to meet up with Byakuya at the Seinkaimon, but for some reason you had not found him waiting for you there. Welcoming you to the Soul Society there were dozens of shinigami working for the Seireitei Bulletin, instead. Suppressing your reiatsu had been useless. The impudent questions thrown at your face, along with the sound of their cameras taking pictures of you, made your head spin and you flash-stepped away from them as soon as you could.

Running through the mazy, intricate streets of the Soul Society, hoping to reach the gates of the Sixth Division, was your only option. Too bad those journalists wannabe knew how to navigate those roads better than you did and you often ended up bumping into one of them. Reaching your destination was nearly impossible. You were not the type to scream for help, especially for such trivial reasons you could perfectly handle yourself. However, you had the impression something was off today and the anxiety was preventing you from thinking straight. Out of breath, you slumped down against the wall of a blind alley, breath uneven, slightly dishevelled and, definitely, lost.

“Miss, stop running! — someone piped out, their footsteps approaching you quickly, but you had no strength to look up at them — O my Gosh, look at you! You are so pale, weak, are maybe sick? Is this the reason why Captain Kuchiki left his manor early in the morning to visit the Captain Commander? To take some days off to look after you?”.

At this point, the young shinigami standing a few feet away from you, scribbling down only God knew what on his small notebook, was downright assuming things. You knew you should have denied everything, chased him away, fought back for some privacy. However, you were not in the right state of mind to argue and your body was in need of some rest. You just panted, screwed your eyes shut, hoping he was going to drop the topic and leave you alone. But he did not stop talking. At least, not until the air was knocked out of your lungs by a familiar reiatsu shielding you from that stranger.

You did not need to peer up to the massive man standing in front of you to check who it was. White cape, black silky hair swaying around a sharp visage, the Captain of the Sixth Division impassibly stared down at the now terrified shinigami tiring you out.

“I can assure you she is perfectly fine. — Byakuya said, piercing blue eyes pinning the lanky man on the spot — On the other hand, you will need someone to look after you, once I am done with you”.

He never lost his composure. Not even in moments like this, in which he seemed a minute away from tearing that prick apart limb from limb. Your shoulders slacked, as the young shinigami bowed down and flash-stepped out of your sight, leaving you two alone in the desolate street. A comforting silence blanketed the area, as Byakuya turned around and offered you his hand.

“I apologise for having troubled you. I thought I would have made it in time to pick you up at the Seinkaimon” he admitted, baritone voice coating you whole in a warm cocoon of your boyfriend’s love language: acts of service.

“I’m fine, really! Don’t blame yourself, Byakuya. You did not send them after me” you fretted, gladly grabbing his hand and pushing yourself back on your feet.

He studied your face, reverently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb “No, but I feel responsible for your safety. I should prevent inconveniences like that to occur. I won’t deny I am altogether considering sending someone after them”.

You gaped, shaking your head “Wait, no! That is not necessary! You have sufficiently flexed your shiny armor by protecting me. Trust me, your presence alone scares people off” you nervously chortled, before Byakuya tugged you closer to him, until your hips connected. You felt his muscles tense underneath his shihakusho. You suppressed a soft gasp, as his hands cupped your face and he impudently brushed his lips against yours, not capturing them in a kiss but aurely setting you ablaze.

Acts of service.

And was he not indulging you on his futon hours later, when he had you whining his name in a mating press? Your slick drenched the insides of your thighs, along with his pelvis. You almost felt ashamed of the mess you were making. A mere glance at the trail of dark, trimmed hair, glistening, trailing from his navel to his cock was enough to make you look away. But Byakuya had no intention to break the intense eye-contact he was stucking you in.

His hand reached down, roughly grabbing you by your chin and turning your head back to him “What do I have to do to make you understand how deeply devoted to you I am?”.

When he plunged his length back into you with a fluid motion, you moaned again. Your chest raised and fell rhythmically, your breasts jiggling with each thrust into you he made. You were a sight to behold.

“N-Nothing! You made it loud and clear, Bya— Ngh!”.

Oh, dear Lord, he loved the way your face scrunched up in bliss, when he hit certain sweet spot within you. Your toes curled, your walls tightened around him. Byakuya grunted “Maybe I know what to do” he inhaled sharply, stormy eyes clouded over in lust and mischief. He was plotting something. You knew him and that look on his face, the way a knot formed between his eyebrows and he harshly bit down on his lower lip until it cracked.

“I will give those bottom-dwellers something to talk about for months and, luckily, something that will keep them away from you for months. — Byakuya groaned, cock furiously bullying you, until he accidentally hit your cervix and you squealed out in a pained moan — I am going to stuff you full tonight. My semen will fertilize your womb, darling. Pictures of your creamy hole are going to be sent— Goddamn!”.

A throaty moan rang in your ears, your teary eyes driving him nuts. He had lost his restraints. Byakuya Kuchiki, a nobleman, the Captain who never cussed, was unable to be impertubable when it came down to you. Cupping your cheeks in his hands, Byakuya kissed you. Your tongues wrestled, as you reached your orgasms. When he pulled out of you, he was panting, the bulbous head of his cock teasing your sappy entrance, sharp eyes watching in glee his seed leaking out of you.

Yes, there he was. Byakuya Kuchiki, the proud Captain, your man.

Shunsui Kyoraku.

How did you find yourself all dolled up in a flowery kimono, hair meticulously plaited and gathered in a chignon adorned by a silver hairpin? Blame Shunsui Kyoraku for that. Running through the Dangai dressed up like that had been challenging, but there was nearly nothing you would have not done to please him. Now you were looking for him through the stalls, hoping to recognise his familiar face among the jubilant crowd of shinigamis.

As soon as your eyes landed on a wooden plate reciting ‘bar’ you knew exactly he was waiting for you there. What you did not expect, however, was for him to have company. A willowy shinigami, bleary-eyed from the shameful amount of alcohol she had clearly consumed, was leaning towards Shunsui with pursed lips and the intent of leaving the festival with him. He, on the other hand, was not really indulging her avances. Instead, he gifted her short and dry chuckles, respectful of her solely for her gender.

You were fuming, anyway. Debating on whether staying, or leaving, when he caught you gaping at the scene unfolding before your eyes and subtly gestured for you to approach him. Smug bastard, he always had had his way with words. Swallowing your pride, you slided next to him, silently assessing what the Hell was going on. He knew you were a second away from snapping that goose’s neck like a twig. And maybe this was the reason why he squeezed your thigh reassuringly, but hard enough to get your attention.

“Alright, dear. Since you do seem eager to win me over, why don’t you buy me a drink, huh?” Shunsui suggested, earning a murderous look from you and a chortle from the other woman.

He seemed to have everything under his control. Everything, including you, because as soon as he caught a glimpse of your hand gliding over the hilt of your zanpakuto, his hand was wrapped around your wrist in a iron grip.

“Let me go” you seethed.

“Have some patience, honey”.

You scoffed, barely registering the slice of lemon on a silver tray the barman had settled on the counter before you. Not even the drink Shunsui had in his hand, ready to chug it down out of habit.

“Bite on the lemon, suck up the juice for me, as if it was… Well, you know” he murmured lowly, falshing a lazy smile at the drunk woman at his other side, eating him alive with her doe green eyes. Witch.

Nevertheless, you did. You grabbed the slice of the fruit, teeth sinking onto it, until Shunsui grasped your jaw and captured your lips with his in mindblowing kiss. You gasped, lips parting as Shunsui allowed the alcohol to run down your throat, his groan displaying his enjoyment in watching you yielding at him. He was such in a natural in situations like this. And you, swallowing down the bitter liquor, complied to his antics. At times, he acted as if everything was nothing but a comedy and he was on the stage to entertain the spectators. You shuddered, cheeks flushing up when you felt the eyes of some people passing by labeling you two as ‘shameless swines without any sense of docorum’ on you.

But this was nothing but Shunsui’s way to send a message to the woman upsetting you, the same woman now gawking in bewilderment as your boyfriend lapped at your lips, slowly dragging his tongue over your lips, cracking a grey eye open to silently shoo her away.

What a man you had found yourself.

And you were so lucky to have an experienced, older man who could have perfectly blended in the human world as a porn actor, given the way he languidly fucked you dumb. You were on your side, one hand wrapped around you thigh to lift it for you, the other around your throat, applying a gentle pressure on your windpipe.

His cock was bullying your cunt, slick in your arousal. The stretch, as per usual, had extremely delicate. Now, however, you were so wet it kept on entering and exiting your hole smoothly, effortlessly.

“Have I ever told you how catastrophically exquisite you look like when you are mad at me? Sometimes, I want to have you all bossy and irritated just to show you how hard you get me” he cooed, a throaty moan resonating in the room as he glided his nose down your jawline.

Not the dirty talk. Not again. You had lost the count of how many times you had reached your climax that night. The first orgasm had hit you while he had decided that fingering you in the gardens of his quarters was a good idea.

The rest was a blurry line of scandalous moans and limbs tangled in the desperate fight of tearing your clothes apart.

“You are risking your own life… — you chided him, eyes rolling in the back of your skull — Fuck! Fuck, Shunsui, I’m cumming again!” you cried out, frissons running down your legs as you bit down on your bottom lip until it bled. The metallic taste driving you wild was what you needed to suck his cock in, coating it in your juices.

He bit your cheek, affectionately, before he frowned and gave you a few sloppy thrusts before he finally ended up spurting his own release into you, painting your walls white to make sure you knew he had decided to stay with you until the very end.

“The first and last woman I loved… My woman”.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez had always been unhinged, territorial, radiating testosterone like the alpha male in a pack establishing its leadership. Strangely enough, much to your surprise, he was adapting to living in Karakura pretty well. Through the passing of time, he had learned not to pick up fights over trivial matters and was attempting to abstain from vomiting insults and vulgar terms in front of complete strangers. Sometimes, Kisuke had to call you to ask you to come to the shop, where he was risiding, to calm him down, but it had been quite a while since he had been out of his bonkers. He was making progresses and it was all in the name of his love for you. Or so you liked to think.

There were still so many things you had yet to do with Grimmjow and he was eager to explore the human world. Therefore, when one of your closest friends called you up to enjoy a night out at the local discotheque, you gladly accepted her invitation and persuaded Grimmjow to come with you. At first, he was baffled by the idea humans had of entertainment. He just stood in a corner, arms folded against his chest, as he inspected the strobs suspiciously, almost expecting them to explode in a million of lethal splinters. He claimed he did not mind you drifting away in the crowd of sweaty, dancing people occupying what you told him was a ‘dance floor’. Then his piercing blue eyes grew comically round. And he sensed something unpleasant was about to happen.

You were giggling, swaying your hips, clueless about the thug at your back disgustingly checking you out, as if you were a slice of cake to guzzle down. But Grimmjow had already elbowed his way up to you, hastily sliding behind your back and encircling your waist with his muscular arms. For once, it was not straight up territorial. It was a protective gesture. You could feel his chest heaving behind you, his abs pressed agaisnt your spine, his grip firm but not possessive.

“Grimm, what’s wrong?” you chimed, only for him to clench his jaw and stare daggers at someone behind you. You tried to twirl around to face him, to have a look at what was actually going on, but he prevented you from seeing the homicidal glare he was directing to that guy.

“Keep dancing, nothing’s worth of your attention”.

“You are clearly upset—”.

“Doll, drop it. Go dance with your friend, see you later”.

And just like that, he let you go, making sure you were skidding off in your friends arms. You blinked skeptically, when Grimmjow dashed out of the pub, fist tugging at the collar of a guy’s shirt, literally dragging him out of the dance floor and to the exit, you knew exactly what had happened.

Later, he made sure you felt each and every vein of his cock, engraving its shape into your tight, warm channel. He was frustrated, but not with you. His knuckles were bruised, sweat dribbled down his nose. You were perched on his lap, wrists tied with a rope behind your back, as Grimmjow slammed you down his shaft repeatedly. Your neck was ruined by feral marks he had left on your skin, teeth carving your flesh in hunger.

“Fuck— It’s hella hard taking ya out, okay? Ya just stroll around happily, ignoring the dogs drooling after ya with the only intent to screw you” he ranted, grinning as you pathetically whined on top of him. Your mind was gradually going blank.

Fragments of what had happened earlier outside the bar flashing before your eyes. You had felt ashamed, when you had grown wet at the sight of Grimmjow punching that man on his face. Blood had splattered on his knuckles and face, indecorous epithets shouted at his victim as he spat on the ground to emphasise his disgust towards him. Then he had said certain words and the world had stopped revolving for you.

“Leer at my fuckin’ girl like that again and I’ll make ya swallow your teeth”.

You were toasted. Just like now, with your pussy clenching shamelessly around his cock, teary eyes soaking in the sight of Grimmjow biting in the side of your throat again, his dick throbbing into you.

“Grimm—”.

“Pretty girl, my absurdly stunning chick making heads turn. Gotta breed ya, tonight. Don’t wanna waste time anymore” he reasoned, planting a sloppy kiss on your swollen lips as he secured one arm around your waist and enclasped his hand behind your nape. You felt his cock dive deeper into you, a strained moan falling from your lips as he thrusted up into you.

Your forehead was pressed against his shoulders, your eyes closed as you cried out pathetically near his ear “Close! I’m— I’m really close, babe! Ngh— I’m cumming!” you wept, thighs quivering the moment he began to thrust up into you as if the world was going to wnd that night, if he did not get you pregnant.

And the moment he stilled, your own fluids gushing out of you and soaking his thighs, Grimmjow shot his load right into you, clutching you close like you were his possession. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, his cock twitching one last time until it eventually softened. You hummed, kissing the side of his jaw, whilst Grimmjow kneaded your ass out of habit, before delivering a firm spank on your left rear.

“Wanna go to the club again tomorrow? I’m yearning for more action” he jested, as you chuckled softly against his skin.

Well, despite what most of your friends still said about him, Grimmjow had proved himself to be a man that night, not a ruthless fuckboy not looking for a real relationship. You were his mate. He was not going to leave you, unless someone killed him. And, let’s be real, this was going to he a very hard task.

Author note.

Took me long enough to upload this, but I made it! I’m sorry for the slow updates, but I confess I’ve barely got time to take care of myself as of late. I’ve a lot of ideas and little time to write, sigh. But I promise, this is going to be a good summer! Let me know what you think about this! Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Love,

Luce.

Credits for the theme divider: @cafekitsune

Tags: @villainsrtasty @whatshernameis @anxiadix @jesurum-says-hi @sovl-society @koalaoffandoms @my-my-my

[b4nka1]

nsfw : breeding, breakups, cockwarming.

MEN who ever so casually tell everyone you're their best friend, swinging an arm around your shoulder as you spoke to others.

MEN who know it isn't right. you have a boyfriend, they shouldn't be feeling this way towards you. they're just a friend to you, nothing more than that.

MEN who shamelessly admit to their friends that they like you, but since you have a boyfriend they hold themselves back.

MEN who let you cry into their shoulder as you keep telling them how much of an asshole your ex was, how he cheated on you, and how much he'd taunted you.

MEN who shameless pound into your sloppy cunt, to make you forget about the ex who wasn't so worth it. they drill into your cunt so perfectly, showing you who is more worth your love and affection.

MEN who stuff you full of their cum, until your tiny hole is leaking of his seed.

MEN who scoop up that dripping cum with their fingers amd shove it back into you, moaning at the way your gummy walls are sucking his fingers in even more.

MEN who kiss your forehead goodnight, as you're still sticky and hot down there, with his dick shoved into you sp you don't spill any of his cum out in your sleep.

MEN who treat you like an absolute goddess once they find out you're pregnant with his child, ready to kill whoever comes in his way.

✩✩✩✩

toji, sukuna, miguel, hobie, gojo, kakyoin, shiu, nanami, geto, hakari, polnareff, reiner, eren, ichigo, grimmjow, starrk .

✩✩✩✩

© 2023 @b4nka1 ;; do not imitate.

[seneon]

"fuck your boyfriend, he a bitch." boyfriend referring to your 6 year old stinky plushie that you sleep with which hasn't been washed in months. probably even years. he's just jealous because your "male" plushie gets to be cuddled by you and not him. he calls your cute little plushie 'a bitch' because he absolutely despises the unalive creature. everytime he sees you holding the toy, he'd say "i think it's time you switch." switch what? switch the plush with him.

reo, dot, renji, otoya, denji, orter, grimmjow, ikkaku, kaldo, yoshida, wirth, kishibe, slursagi, rin, sae, katsuki, hitoshi, dabi. additionally the uchiha + senju clan boys.

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[kenpachissluut]

Men who pound your pussy with a fervor that borders almost on physical abuse. Stretching out your tiny hole with their fat cock, rough mean thrusts who reach deep into your womb. Slapping your cunt with their beefy hand and abusing your sensitive clit with rough aggressive circles. Their fat cock slams hard into your poor cunt, balls slapping against your ass as they spit into your tears streaked whimpering face. Ramming their cock even harsher and deeper until they pent up huge load of cum spills deep into your womb, making you one hundred percent pregnant. Slowly pulling their cock out from your puffy swollen aching cunt only to stuff their leaking cum deeper into you with their thick long fingers.

,,Nah don’t waste a drop on me princess, i didn’t fucked you for days only for you to waste my cum now.“

kenpachi zaraki, shunsui kyoraku, grimmjow jaegerjaquez, aizen sosuke, mayuri kurotsuchi, kisuke urahara, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, shiu kong, suguru geto, naoya zenin

Kenpachissluut 𐚁

[master-muffinn]

Bleach: sitting on their lap in public headcanons

With Ichigo, Renji, Grimmjow and Yoruichi. x reader

Ichigo:

 🍓 I feel like Ichigo would be more fine with you sitting on his lap in a semi-public place, like at the park, library, waiting for the bus/train outside the city or if you are out in the evening together.

 🍓 If it’s too many people around it would be too much and he doesn't like the stares and the whispering!

 🍓 Of course he wouldn't accept it until you have been together for a couple of months at the very least. And you will most likely be the one starting it. Ichigo will be blushing quite a lot in the beginning but be more comfortable after every time. 

 🍓 He would prefer to not do it infront of his friends either, because they probably would make fun of him and that would make him even more embarrassed, but as we know, Ichigo wouldn't exactly let it slide either. 

“Renji, you are just jealous because you are still single!” 

“HUH?! I’M NOT!!” 

 🍓 However Ichigo prefers to be home alone with you and cuddle together without staring, judging eyes. 

Renji:

 🍍 This boy has been watching way too many series and movies by now. Taking inspiration from different romance shows and adding it to your relationship so that he can be more romantic and be the best boyfriend there is! 

 🍍 I can see him being the one who straight out asks you about it when you two are watching movies together and then regret it because it sounded so stupid! 

 🍍 If you accept it, Renji will be so nervous and awkward and be blushing the whole time. He’ll be wondering if you can hear his fast going heartbeat through his chest. ‘Why does it look so easy in the movies???’ If you start talking about the movie later he will have no idea what youre are talking about.

 🍍 Renji would also be more fine with semi-public places while being awkward and blushing most of the time even after doing it for months. He would rather have you on his lap in privacy and cuddle. Then you can have all his attention and no one would disturb you. ;) 

 🍍 If you were sitting on Renji's lap in a semi-public place and his friends would see you two like that, teasing would have a great effect on Renji at that moment.

“SHUT UP ICHIGO!! NOBODY ASKED FOR YOUR OPTION!!” 

“Geez Renji, y/n will go deaf if you scream like that”

Grimmjow:

 😾 This boy is a little complicated. You sitting on his lap is both prideful and embarrassing. He wants you to sit on his lap in the public and show off his amazing s/o and that they are obviously taken. But at the same time he’ll want you all by himself ALONE with no prying eyes. 

 😾 It’s the same with Grimmjow, you’ll have to be the one to start sitting down on his lap first, after that he’ll be the one who will grab you the most. He’ll find your physical affection very comfortable and calming. 

😾 Romance and relationship in general is something he is lacking, which is something he gets to experience and learn more and more with you. In the beginning he probably wouldn't be too fine to be lovey dovey in public, then it would be embarrassing. But the longer you are together the more pride and love he takes in you and your relationship so later on you can basically sit on his lap whenever you want and wherever you want, unless he’s out and fighting or training. Grimmjow will be happy either way and he won't take peoples crap either!

Yoruichi:

🐾 Yoruichi is literally a cat. She has been sitting on your lap in her cat form long before you have been in a relationship. So of course it’s no big deal! 

🐾 It doesn't really matter when or where, as long as she gets your attention and affection, but don’t forget to let her sit in your arms too! Yoruichi loves both and people who staring doesn't affect her. 

“Y/n what we do is none of other people’s business, just ignore them okay?”

🐾 Yoruichi wouldn't mind sitting with you in front of her friends either. Kiskue and the others wouldn't judge. Everyone in that shop is so used to your relationship by now. 

🐾 But don’t forget that Yoruichi also has a lot of energy and likes to mess with people and prank them, so watch out! Like that time when she was sitting in Byakuya's garden with you in her lap and was making out with you in front of him just to get a reaction. Byakuya was not happy.

“You are a disgrace…Leave immediately!”

“What? Are you uncomfortable? Or just jealous, hmm?” 

“...Bankai, senbonzakura..”

Thank you for reading! If liked, please reblog! 💖 Have a good day!

Post made by @master-muffinn

[sukun4scumdump]

18+, visual content, mdni - p!link included.

He jerking his cock violently, on the verge to cum while you just stand in front of him, whining and begging to either touch his cock or be touched. He grunts when he sees your pouty little expression, your plump lower lip jutting out which turned him in even more. He's fisting his dick harder now, hips jerking to meet the pace of his hands. His other hand swiftly tugs the hem of your panties as he cums into them, watching his thick, translucent send drip onto your folds and clit. With a smile on his face he lets go, patting your sweet, aching and throbbing cunny through your panties, giving you a quick kiss.

"My cum dumpster will take such good care of my load, I know."

satoru, toji, kento, eren, jean, ichigo, renji, grimmjow, sukuna, obito, simon, hiromi, gintoki, light, miguel, your faves >~<

© 2024 @sukun4scumdump . do not copy, imitate or plagiarize. all content is purely an imagination, except for characters and universes .

[totallynotpochacco]

“The loss that shaped me.”

-Angst; Blood; mentions of stabbing; nothing extremely gory; this is set in the past;

He should have protected you, he should have done better.

If he’s being honest there was a lot of things he should have done, but never did.

Like tell you he loves you more often, be more empathetic, open up about his emotions.

He knew from the start that he might lose you, either from your own hands or the enemy. But he wouldn’t let you go so easily. He made you hold on, he made you need life. If you loved him as much as he loved you, you’d stay. And stay you did, until he got sloppy.

You were cornered by the enemy, he had told you to run for it, run and don’t look back. That he’ll be fine. He just didn’t account for one of the stray enemies behind coming after you.

When he had finally managed to get out of there, adding more blood to his hands, more souls to haunt him, he went to look for you. Only to find you in a pool of your own blood. A large hole in your stomach, as if they had plunged what ever nearby object they could find into you.

It was cruel, and unfair, and all of the other words he could think of.

He ripped off a piece of fabric from his clothes, and tried to stop the bleeding, even tho he knew it wasn’t going to work.

The hope he had fought against the reality.

He only glanced up when he heard your unsteady voice, brows furrowed and jaw locked.

“All I ever wanted was to feel okay. At the time I believed my demise was the only way out. Because of that, I used to have open arms towards death, I wanted it even though it didn’t want me back. But now that my feelings are returned, I don’t know if I want it anymore. How selfish is that?”

“It’s not selfish,” he breathed out, hands gripping tightly at yours. Watching the blood drip out of your mouth with each cough.

“You worked hard, trying to- no, not trying to fix me, or save me. Trying to love me. You knew what could happen, yet you still found room for me in your heart. I can’t explain how thankful I am for you.” Your hand gently squeezed his with what little strength you had.

“Stop it. Don’t talk like that. You’re gonna be okay, I know it. We’re gonna find you help, and you’re gonna be back on your feet and in my arms like nothing happened.” That was the hope in him talking, believing his own words until he’d have to learn the hard way.

It wasn’t just a blow to his heart; but to his ego. He’s never lost, not a battle, not a game, he’s always come out on top. Or so he’d like to believe. But losing you felt different, it felt so incredibly wrong. Like this wasn’t meant to happen. Like it wasn’t real.

The moment he watched the life fade from your eyes, was the day he’d figure out how cruel the world could be. He’d never forgive it, he’d raise hell for this brutal act. Nobody could replace you, nobody could stop him until he was reunited with you.

Idv; Norton Campell, Richard Sterling, Weeping Clown, Naib Subedar.

Bleach; Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Kenpachi zaraki, Shinji Hirako, Renji Abarai, kisuke Urahara.

Rdr2; Arthur Morgan, Dutch VanDerlinde, Javier Escuella, John Marston, Sean Macguire.