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kiwicopia · 3 months

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🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Double Penetration 🔞

🎃 Shark!Szayelaporro x Marine Biologist!Fem!Reader 🎃

TW: double penetration (vaginal), dubcon, creampie, rough sex (little pain), scratching, biting, licking, tiddy sucking, slight breeding kink, slight choking, blood, murder, some punishment, sex in the water, possessiveness, name calling (cock sleeve, whore), orgasm denial, belly bulge.

tags: @shes-so-insane @uzxotic

Five years as a marine biologist meant that you had seen quite a lot of interesting things. From the discovery of new flora and fauna to behavioral changes within various marine life, nothing really took you by surprise anymore. Or so you thought. There was the presence of something new in the area, an animal of sorts, yet no one knew what kind. Some folks claimed it to be a monster while others said it looked like the average shark. Either way, it intrigued both you and your team enough to try and find it for research. If only you knew better.

Finding the creature felt too easy—almost as if it was a trap—yet you thought nothing of it when swimming deeper into the underwater cave. Your partner trailed behind you, his waterproof flashlight shining along the inside of the cave walls. A few fish swam by, slowly, yet they quickly diverted off their initial course and swam in the opposite direction, as if to get away from something. The cave was too dark to see anything, despite having a light source, and so you never noticed the shadow that moved above you and your fellow researcher.

There was a sudden whoosh as something swam past you, causing you to turn around as quickly as possible in the water. Your eyes widened when you didn’t see your partner behind you. Instead, his scuba mask was all that was there, slowly floating to the bottom of the cave floor. Your breathing quickened, draining a bit more oxygen from the tank as you panicked. The light from your flashlight followed the mask as it finally touched the cave floor, and your brows soon furrowed when small puffs of red got caught in the light. The color swirled around with the water, and you immediately knew it was blood.

Another whoosh came from above you this time, and you quickly moved your flashlight upward, barely catching a glimpse of what looked like a tail—followed by the horrid sight of your partner’s severed arm. Blood wafted out as the appendage slowly sank to the bottom of the cave, and the sight was enough to make you swim back towards the entrance. Your breathing was frantic, taking in too much air from your tank as your legs kicked as fast as they could. You did everything you could to make it out of the cavern, only to feel a hand tightly grip your ankle before yanking you backward. The sudden action had you scream, which caused the mouthpiece to slip out from between your lips, and you desperately tried to grasp it—but to no avail. The last thing you saw before your vision darkened was pink hair—pink hair and a devilish smirk.

You were no longer in the water when you came to. Instead, you laid on a makeshift bed that consisted of many different things—old blankets, tattered and soggy pillows, and human remains. A screech left your lips as your body jolted in fright, and you quickly moved away from the bed. Your eyes roved over the remains, taking note that they were both old and fresh—with the fresher one being that of your research partner. It was a disgusting sight to behold, and before you could even think about a plan to escape, you heard a sudden splash and small groan from your left. Coming out of the small pool was a man—no, a merman. Your brows furrowed as you stared at him, partially in fear while the other half of you was curious.

Szayelaporro didn’t look like the mythical merfolk you read about in fairytale books. His body was slenderer, with salmon hair while the lower half of him resembled a shark—except his tail was an unusual pale pink. He looked incredibly bizarre, yet also interesting, but you were quick to ignore those thoughts when he caught you staring at him. The creature’s lips curled into a cocky grin, revealing pointed teeth in the process. “About time you woke up,” he said. Your eyes darted away from him before landing back on the bed, specifically the remains of your colleague. The shark took notice and chuckled. “Not much of a fighter, but he made a good snack.”

Your chest tightened while your face scrunched up slightly in disgust at his comment. “Why?” You asked. The shark raised a brow, lips parted to speak until you beat him to it. “Why did you kill him?”

“I was hungry,” he answered. The look on his face suggested that he believed his answer to be justifiable. He then scoffed at the forlorn expression on your face before rolling his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not going to eat you. Yet.” You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked away from him. Your gaze found itself on the water, and it didn’t take long for your brain to come up with a plan of escape. Whether it worked or not, well, you decided to take the chance, even if the odds were against you. The shark raised a brow at you, studying you for a moment before he tried to crawl towards you—and that’s when you struck him.

He hissed when a skull smacked against his head, followed by a ravenous growl as he watched you dive into the water to escape. Your little surprise hit gave you a slight head start, but it was all futile in the end. Once the shark dove into the water after you, it was over. A rough hand jerked you back by your ankle before the other latched around your neck, and his body pressed against yours as he pinned you against one of the cavern walls. Despite the urge to drown you for attempting to escape, let alone throwing the skull at him, he kept your head above the water to let you breathe.

“Little bitch,” he growled. Szayelaporro moved his face closer to you, the tip of his nose touching yours as he growled again. His amber eyes bore into yours with hatred, yet you noticed the way they relaxed, almost as if he had thought of something. His lips curled into a devilish smirk before letting the hand around your throat squeeze a little, which brought forth a small whimper from you. “I was going to kill you,” he said, “but I have a better idea.”

The salmon-haired shark slid his free hand down your body, letting his claws scrape against your wetsuit before ripping it at your hips. The clothing that kept your body warm in the water was now gone, and the coldness that replaced it caused you to squirm in his grip. Your movements only made Szayelaporro squeeze your neck a little more to keep you still. Only when you did what he wanted did his hand tear at your wetsuit a little more, watching the material give way to your tits. With his hand still wrapped around your neck while the other gripped your hip, he dipped his head down and let his mouth latch onto a nipple.

Your eyes closed as a soft moan slipped out, which only served to entice the creature. He let his tongue swirl around the bud, hardening it just enough for him to pull at it with his teeth. Another moan fell from your lips as you leaned your head back against the cave wall, and he groaned when your hands gripped his shoulders. Szayelaporro didn’t mind the way your nails dug into his skin, and it only made him tug your nipple a little more. The shark kept you distracted with that while the hand on your hip slipped a little lower before ripping off the remainder of your wetsuit.

The sudden coldness against the heat of your cunt made you gasp, and your hold on him tightened. Your reactions let him know that he made the right choice in not killing you—at least not yet—and his mouth soon relented with your nipple. The shark then smirked before pressing his lower half against you even more, and the slow realization to what you felt as he slowly rubbed himself against you only excited him. “Is that—.”

“Yes,” he answered, cutting you off. The man’s eyes lowered as he watched another question form on your face. “There’s two.” His whisper sent a shiver down your spine. “And you’re taking them both.” You didn’t have time to protest about what he said before he flipped you around and pressed himself up against you again, pinning your front to the cave wall. Szayelaporro was merciless with his actions as he positioned both cocks at your entrance before sheathing them inside your heat. There was no preparation at all, and the scream that ripped from your throat echoed in the cave, but he ignored it.

His thrusts were relentless as he pounded into you, stretching your walls to the point that you thought he wanted to rip you apart. Perhaps that was his intention, but it wasn’t as though you could do anything about it. Your nails scraped against the rocky wall as the sounds of water splashing and him growling filled your ears, and the way his cocks hammered into you brought forth a few tears. The shark knew it was painful for you, yet he believed it was fitting. Not only did you try and escape, but you wounded him in the process, and he couldn’t let you get away with that.

“I won’t kill you,” he grunted. His face pressed against your shoulder blade for a moment before he let his tongue lick a thick stripe up your neck. The roughness of his tongue gave you goosebumps, and you let out a breathy moan as your body shivered. “I’ll keep you here, with me—as my little cock sleeve.” His amber eyes lit up when your pussy clenched his dicks, and he chuckled. You were enjoying this now. “I’ll fill you up. Over and over, using you like a whore.” The shark groaned in pleasure when your cunt clenched him again.

Oh, he was going to have fun with you. Szayelaporro wasn’t about to let you leave, not ever. You’d stay with him, and he’d use you every day, filling you up until you were swollen with his pups. The idea of such a thing excited him, and he continued bullying your tight hole while digging his claws into your hips. You whimpered at the painful sensation, but it was quickly overshadowed by the pleasure that overtook you.

The way his cocks inched deeper and deeper, pushing up against your gummy walls as the tips repeatedly kissed your cervix was enough to make you come undone. Almost. The shark wouldn’t let you have the satisfaction of cumming. Not yet anyway. His hips continued slamming against your ass, stuttering slightly as he felt himself getting closer and closer. You felt it too—the way his cocks twitched every few seconds inside of you had you clawing the cavern wall. Your forehead leaned against the rocky surface as he plowed into you, faster and faster, his growls constant in your ear.

It wasn’t until he slammed into you one last time that you moaned loudly, body trembling as his cocks filled your heat with his cum. It was hot and felt like too much, considering your stomach bulged slightly from the sheer amount he unloaded into you. Szayelaporro moved his face closer to your neck again before suddenly sinking his jaws into the flesh, causing you to scream in surprise. The bite wasn’t too painful, but it drew a bit of blood, which he quickly lapped up with his tongue. His actions didn’t make sense until your head was clear enough to think. He marked you, and you now belonged to him—forever.

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kiwicopia · 7 months

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🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Aphrodisiac 🔞

🎃 Szayelaporro x Male!Reader 🎃

TW: Drugging, sub!reader, sexual experimentation, teasing, blowjob, face fucking, cum swallowing, slight degradation, implied overstimulation, no lube, use of nickname (Szayel).

tags: @tehyunnie @bleachbrainrotbro

You didn’t quite know what to expect when you agreed to assist him with a little experiment of his. Then again, with Szayelaporro, you were always left to expect the unexpected, which is what led you to your current situation. His fingers trailed along your jaw, soon gripping your chin and tilting your head back a little as he inspected you. “Is it working?” He asked. “Do you feel any differently?”

The drug you consented to taking earlier didn’t seem to be giving him the desired effect on you like he assumed it would. “No,” you answered, earning a dissatisfied huff from the fuchsia haired Arrancar.

“Shame,” he said, letting go of your face to turn his back to you. You couldn’t see what he was doing with some of the strange ingredients he had spread out along the table, but you figured he was working to create a more potent drug for you to try. He had been at this for weeks, but you only offered your assistance now when he was left with only one fracción. You were reluctant to even help him with this experiment, considering all but one of his fracciónes perished. Of course, Szayelaporro said it was because they weren’t “pure” test subjects—but you were—and he stated that you would fine, for the most part. “Let’s try this again.”

He turned back around, and you noticed the small, red item in between his thumb and forefinger. It looked like a candy of sorts, unlike what he gave to you earlier. The Espada stepped closer to you, one hand holding the edible while the other gripped your chin and tilted your head back, again. Without question, your mouth opened, and he placed it inside before closing your mouth. Szayelaporro watched with hooded eyes, making sure you chewed and swallowed his creation before releasing his grip on your chin.

You both sat there for a moment, him studying you for some sort of reaction while you simply waited for the new drug to take effect. “Szayel,” you started, “I don’t think it’s working.” You frowned and he raised a brow at you. He grumbled, his lips parting as he went to speak, but you beat him to it. “Wait—.”

The rest of your words caught in your throat as a sudden heat consumed your body, causing you to groan at how uncomfortable it felt. Szayelaporro watched with growing interest as you shifted your body, sinking down to the floor as you held your stomach. The heat was unbearable at this point, causing you to whine. “Oh? It appears the drug is working this time.” His lips curled into a teasing smirk as he stood over you, watching your body writhe in what he assumed was pain, but knew was something else. “Tell me, how do you feel?” He asked.

“It hurts,” you whined, still clutching your stomach. He hummed in response and continued watching you. The heat had spread throughout your entire body, but it was more prominent in your loins for some reason. “It feels like my body is on fire.” An insatiable fire. A lustful heat. The pink haired Espada hummed once more at your words, his lack of a vocal reply prompting you to continue speaking. “It’s making me feel strange.”

“I know,” he said, “that was the intention.” Szayelaporro eased himself down on one knee as he inspected your face. It was flushed, with your eyes half closed and lips parted as another whine fell from them. “If my calculations are correct, which they are, you should soon be experiencing a heat so unbearable that you’d do just about anything to make it go away.” His emphasis on the word drew your gaze up to him, and you watched as he stared at you with that sly smirk of his. It was a shame realization clicked with you a little too late.

The drug he was working on was part of a larger experiment that involved you, and you didn’t realize that fact until it was too late. “Is this what your fracciónes experienced?” You asked.

“No,” he replied, still smirking, “they didn’t make it past the excruciating part of the heat. Although, part of that may have been due to a minor dosage miscalculation.” His face came closer as he whispered, “I wanted to get it perfect for you.” His hand then reached up, gripping your chin in between his thumb and forefinger. His touch had your body aching for more, fueling the fever within as you whined in response. “Look at you,” he teased, “already feeling the effects of the drug, aren’t we?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, slowly nodding as you held eye contact with him. “Please,” you whispered, although it came out as more of a beg than anything. The warmth that consumed your body caused you to groan as it started getting to be too much for you to handle. You wanted it gone, or to at least have the feeling diminished in a way that was tolerable.

“What?” He chuckled, still gripping your chin. “Come now, use your words. Tell me what you want,” he said, leaning closer to your ear, “what you desire.”

“To make it stop,” you replied, “the heat is unbearable, Szayel.”

You groaned softly when he traced small circles on your skin with his thumb. His touch was incredibly teasing, and he knew what it was doing to you. The lustful feeling steadily grew, and you soon found yourself panting as your thoughts got the best of you, and it was a matter of seconds before you felt your cock throb beneath the confines of your pants.

“Is it? Then we should remedy that,” he said. Szayelaporro relinquished his hold on your chin as he stood to his feet, though his eyes remained on you. Your half-lidded eyes shined sinfully as you heard the fabric of his pants rustle, soon dropping to reveal his hardened cock. It was longer than it was thick, curving upward slightly with a flushed cockhead that leaked of precum. “Suck it.”

You swallowed hard, crawling the few feet on your hands and knees towards him before sitting back on your legs. Your hands came up, one gripping the base of his dick while the other wrapped around the middle. Your thumb gently stroked his tip, smearing it with his precum before you brought your face closer and slid your tongue over it. The fuchsia haired Espada groaned in response as he watched you. He groaned again when you took him in your mouth, soon letting out a small breath as you slowly sucked him off.

Your tongue swirled around his length as your head bobbed up and down on him. It didn’t quite quench the fever raging inside of you, but it simmered the uncomfortable feeling down just enough to be bearable for now. Your sucking motions continued, garnering a few groans of satisfaction from the Arrancar before feeling his hands cup your head, keeping you still for just a moment. Your eyes flicked up at him, and you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but that devilish smirk of his told you that he had something planned.

In one swift motion, his hands jerked your head forward, slamming your face down on his cock. The tip pressed harshly against the back of your throat, causing you to release a small choking noise, gagging slightly as your hands now gripping onto his bare thighs. The action made your dick twitch uncomfortably in your pants, as if begging for some sort of stimulation. You went to slide a hand down to palm yourself, but Szayelaporro stopped you by pulling your face back and slamming it back down onto him again.

You gagged again, whining softly as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. It felt like too much, especially since he was so long. “Don’t you dare think about touching yourself,” he spat. Your eyes blinked away the tears before you glanced up at him, keeping eye contact with him long enough before he repeated the action of fucking your face, keeping your head in place this time. His hips moved forward at a brutal pace, his cock thrusting inside your mouth, stretching your throat out just enough to make it seem as though it would bruise. “Fuck,” he groaned, “you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this. How long I’ve wanted this. To fuck you like the slut you are.”

To think, all he had to do to get you like this was concoct a little drug to enhance your arousal tenfold. He smirked, musing at the mere thought of his plan and how perfectly it worked out. Szayelaporro’s head lolled back slightly, his hips continuing their harsh thrusts as he brutally fucked your face. Your hands squeezed his thighs as you felt the need to breathe. It was difficult when your mouth was so full of his cock.

“Gonna—,” he groaned, not even finishing his sentence as his hips suddenly sputtered, his dick twitching as he let himself spill into your mouth. Your eyes widened as his cum filled your mouth, and you wasted no time in swallowing every drop. “Good slut,” he said, slowly pulling out of you with a wet pop. You coughed a little, taking deep breaths to let the oxygen flood back into your lungs as you looked up at him. “Strip and get on the table.”

It was a demand you didn’t hesitate to follow. The heat swirling inside your body didn’t let you refuse, and your clothes piled on the floor within a matter of seconds. The Espada chuckled, no doubt in a way that teased you for your eagerness, but he knew it couldn’t be helped. The table felt cold against your skin as you laid down on your back, letting your legs dangle off the edge. Szayelaporro stood over you, hand slowly pumping his cock before lining the tip with your hole.

No warning was given as he shoved himself inside, garnering a pained groan from you as his hips moved slowly. “Szayel,” you whined, his name falling from your lips in such a needy way that made his movements quicken. His thrusts were rough but precise, his cockhead hitting that sweet spot inside of you at just the right angle, making you moan. His hands gripped your ankles firmly, lifting your legs up and over his shoulders to fuck you easier.

The table made a slight creaking noise as your body rocked on top of it, and you had to grip the sides of it as he continued pounding into your tight, little hole. The fever within your body didn’t seem to be diminishing, only growing as his hips slammed against yours repeatedly. Your cock twitched at the feeling, beads of precum seeping down your length slowly as the Espada continued thrusting into you.

You needed more—craved it—and you whined for him again. “Such a little bitch,” he breathed out in between thrusts, “so needy for this cock, aren’t you?” It wasn’t your fault you felt like such a dog in heat. The drug inside altered your body in a way that you absolutely needed him for that uncomfortable feeling to go away.

“Please, Szayel,” you moaned, “fuck—please.”

He loved hearing you beg for him, and he knew right then and there that he made the right decision to use the drug on you for this. He used a free hand to stroke your throbbing erection, eliciting another pretty moan from your lips as he continued pounding into you. It was a lot, almost too much, but gods did it feel so fucking good. His grip on your cock tightened as he repeatedly pumped it, using your precum as a lubricant. “Gonna cum for me?” He asked, and you nodded your head in response. “Good.”

Szayelaporro’s hand moved faster, stroking you at an ungodly pace as his cock buried itself deeper inside of you. His hips sputtered, his erection twitching to let you know he was about to release—and release he did. A guttural groan came from his throat as his seed speed inside of you, filling your hole with his cum. At the same time, you reached your breaking point as well, hips bucking upward as your own cum spurted out, painting your lower half in thick, white ropes.

The effects of the drug slowly ebbed away, for now, but you could still feel the fever that remained pooling inside. The fuchsia haired man slid out of you, causing another wet pop noise to be heard. “Thank you,” you panted out.

“Don’t think this is over,” he chuckled, his hands grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to the edge of the table, “because the effects of that drug won’t be wearing off anytime soon.” Your brows furrowed at him, chest slightly heaving as you breathed hard. “I’ll be having fun with you repeatedly. All night.”

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