#szayelaporro smut

[kiwicopia]

🔞 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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IM WRITING FOR THE ESPADA SEND IN REQUEST SO I CAN DO THEM IN CLASS

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request written for @stygianoir for “love at first sight fluff” starring Szayelaporro, Mayuri, Aizen and Adult Uryu. I added the prompt “kiss me” because I’ve been wanting to use it for a while 😂 had to do it as headcannon(esq) otherwise it would’ve been 30k and taken me three/six weeks. Aizen is also written slightly different, I couldn’t match his personality with the pure emotion of love 🙃 First time writing for three of these, they’re not my usual, so I struggled, hope I didn’t disappoint 💜

Szayelaporro

*When Szayelaporro first laid eyes on you, you were bound tightly, bag covering your face

Aizen had entered his lab, dragging you along behind him, ignoring the muffled protests coming from you.

* "Aizen sama? To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence in my laboratory this morning?"

*"a gift"  you were thrown forward, hitting the ground loudly"to do with as you please "

*Intrigued and almost giddy with the prospect of a new body to experiment on, Szayelaporro lifted you easily in his arms, dropping you unceremoniously to the large metal operating table situated in the middle of his lab.

*Pulling the bag from your head "let's see what we have under here" his whole world stopped spinning on his axis when his eyes caught your own. A defiant gleam in your eyes overshadowed the unknown fear as you stared him down

* You were magnificent. A truly breathtaking specimen. Every curve of your face, the rose colour tint of your lips as they bit down over the fabric gagging you to silence. Perfection personified.

* His heart froze, tightly pinching in his chest as the scenery around you blurred into washed out white.

* Fate. He had heard the absurd phenomena used by humans. An unknown series of decisions dictating the direction your life lead. And until that moment, the scientist had brushed it away as unfounded nonsense.

*Until he laid eyes on you. You were made for him, he was sure. No test or experiment could offer physical proof of what he felt in that moment.

*You were his and he was yours. He fell in love in that moment.

*He brought you to live in his palace, warning all the underlings that if any harm came to you, they would be subjected to the most horrific experimentations, they would spend the rest of their days pleading for death

*He came to your room often, showering you with gifts, inventions he had made for you. A synthetic flower he created in a glass jar sat next to your bed. It had arrived the day after you confessed you missed flowers, something unable to grow in the dark barren wasteland of hueco Mundo.

*You talked, late into the nights. Listening intently to his excitement regarding new experiments, sparing you the gory details. Offering your own intelligent insight

*He touched you often. Pushing your hair behind your ear. Hand settling at the small of your back when he accompanied you in strolls. Yet you seemed oblivious to his advances, never returning your own

*"Am I not sufficiently fulfilling your needs?" He asked you suddenly one evening, as you sat together reading

*You closed your book, regarding him with a confused look "Szayelaporro?"

*"why do you not reciprocate my love for you?" He crawled closer to you on the couch, lifting your hand in his own.

*"your love?" Your mind started swimming. He loved you? How have you not noticed? Your eyes scan your room, no longer feeling like a prison.. it hadn't felt that way for weeks..

* The flower he gifted you next to your bed, covered in brightly colours blankets and pillows to bring a pop of colour to the drab space.The piles of books he brought for your entertainment. The sweet human treats you didn't even give thought to how he came in possession of...

*"I have loved you since the first moment I laid my eyes on you. You have burrowed your way into my every waking thought. Every decision I make, I make with you in mind. I yearn to see your smile, that mischievous grin. I..."

*"Szayelaporro,"  you interrupted him breathlessly "kiss me"

Mayuri 

*The 12th gave you the creeps. You hurried down the corridor, following the twists and turns. Trying to ignore the suspicious screaming coming from behind closed doors, the strong aroma of chemicals. Your Captain had asked you to deliver the most recent numbers regarding Hollow attacks, and you were desperate to get in and out as fast as you could

*The door to the main lab opened with a whoosh. The darkened space made it difficult to see as you walked in "excuse me, Captain Kurotsuchi. I have the report from ... ooof" 

*You had walked into something solid, papers falling from your hand to scatter on the floor as you reached out to stable yourself

*Mayuri froze as you gripped onto his captains coat. The instinct to cut off your arm, modify it to chase you around and beat you across the head quickly evaporated as Your warm delicate fingers, seeped your warmth quickly through to his skin. His body rose in temperature, heart burning with desire as he saw your startled face.

*Too soon you let go. Apologies falling from your pretty lips as you knelt on the floor, gathering the reports he couldn't care less about in that moment.

* Embarrassed you gather the repot, laying it neatly on the desk. With a final apology you all but ran from the room

*"Nemu... who is that girl?" Mayuri asked, staring at the space you last were as if by sheer willpower he could materialise you back there

*"YN... from division 3"

*"YN."  He tasted the way your name sounded on his lips "write to the third Captain, I want YN to deliver the reports from now on" 

*"yes, Mayuri sama"

.*You plagued his thoughts for the rest of the week. Your face swimming in his vision in the most opportune times. More than one experiment had ended in an explosion due to his lack of concentration.

*He was obsessed. Head jerking around every time the door opened, heart sinking when it wasn't.

*He gave himself a physical. Jotting down his symptoms. Lack of appetite.. insomnia.. heart palpitations.. sweaty palms.. Hallucinations . He drew blood and analysed it himself. There was no tangible proof of an ailment. No scientific explanation of his behaviour 

*His heart throbbed as he read the results, everything healthy. He didn't dare speak what he already knew. It was absurd. Love. In that one moment he laid his eyes on you he had fallen in love. Pathetic, useless feeling. Held no weight in the world of science.. and yet.. 

*He couldn't wait any longer. Summoning a hellbutterfly, he summoned you to his office. He paced the floor, drying his sweaty palms on his clothes. He caught his reflection in a large metal container and stilled...

*while running tests on himself he had removed the white and black makeup he usually wore. He looked so.. human. The thought sent a shiver of disgust through him 

*you knocked on the office door, heart hammering a Mile a minute. You couldn't understand why you would be summoned personally to see the 12th captain,, unless he was mad about you bumping into him 

*the door whooshed open, and you tentatively stepped inside. "Captain Kurotsuchi?" You call into the thankfully well lit room 

*A handsome man with blue hair spun to face you at your call. You appreciated his defined jaw, subtle rugged hood looks. "Excuse me, do you know where .." you stop... he was wearing the 12th captains coat   "Captain Kurotsuchi?"

*he nodded, mouth suddenly drying of all moisture. He closed the distance to stand before you. "I have called you here because.."

*"I'm sorry" you interrupted "Im sorry I bumped into you."

*"no, that's  not why I..."  but you cut him off again

*"did I rip the report? I could write it up again for you" 

*"no. Listen. Since the day you came to my office I.." 

*"did I break something?" You worriedly asked, you didn't remember hearing anything break.. but it did and you had to replace it, you didn't much fancy asking your captain for a part of the budget

*"WOMAN! Will you stop interrupting me!" He shouted, throwing his arms up in the air and pacing the office, grumbling to himself "absurd. Love.. maybe I can cure it? Create a drug to stop the processors in my brain." 

*love? Did you hear that right? What has live got to do with your reports? Had someone fallen in love with a hollow?

*"Captain?"  You Interrupt his thinking out loud "I'm afraid I don't understand"

*He walked to his desk to pick up a peice of paper, all but thrusting it under your nose. You took it in your hands reading quickly, blood results.. clear.. symptoms including heart palpitations... loss of appetite? "Are you sick?"

*"you are as enragingly obtuse as you are beautiful "  he muttered under his breath, taking the paper from your hand and throwing it to the floor "these symptoms have been plaguing me since the moment you bumped into me. I can't stop thinking about you. I can't eat, my work is suffering because all I can think about is you. Why? How? How have you entered my thoughts? Why are you all I can think about?"

*You stare, mouth agape at his confessions. You? He was in love with you? The thought didn't scare you as much as it probably should have. 

*"you should test your theory" you whisper

*"how?! I've taken blood, run tests..."

*"kiss me"

Aizen

Aizen had everything planned. Every aspect of his plan had a plan and a back up plan. Nothing happened that he didn’t foresee. That he didn’t sculpt and manipulate to mould to his desires

that was, until he laid eyes on you

You were the great unknown, the one thing he could never foresee, not for himself, not now.

You were perfect, flawless. The crowning jewel on his accent to the top of the world. You were made to be by his side, share with him the new world he envisioned, the new world order he would create and reside over.

He had to have you, the moment he laid eyes on you, you were his. There was no one who could match your beauty, your grace. None were fit to call you their own, no one but him

The time had come to leave soul society, create his kingdom, his loyal army in hueco mundo, with the help of the  Hōgyoku

You were tightly held by Tosen, his loyal subordinate during the great accent.

The moment you arrived to your new kingdom, you were freed, crumbling to a heep on the floor

“Aizen…why?”

He knelt in the dirt before you, large hand caressing your soft cheek, directing your tear filled eyes to his cool gaze

“because I love you, YN. From that very first moment I saw you, I knew, you belonged to me Your place is here, at my side. You will be queen, my dear”

”I will never join you Aizen…”

”my dear YN, you’ll have no choice”

Adult Uryu

You screamed, suspended in thin air, a tight, invisible grip around your middle. The rancid hot breath of a monster you were unable to see, the vicious sound of teeth snapping together closing in on your face…

You heard the snap of a bow, the whoosh of an arrow slicing through the air. An ear splitting scream and suddenly you were falling

strong arms caught you, pulling you to a hardened chest. The pale, chiselled face of your saviour the last fleeting image before you blacked out

Uryu held you close as he made his decent, could feel the moment you went limp in your arms

he laid you down on the ground and pushed your hair away from your face. All the air got sucked from his lungs the moment he saw you for the first time. You were beautiful. Soft features, unblemished skin. Truly a vision of the purest beauty he had seen.

His heart beat rapidly in his chest, hand quivering over your face, tracing the bruise left by the hollow on your cheek

He knew in that moment, he needed to hear your voice, know your name

that you would be the one he would spend the rest of his life with. He had to see your face everyday for the rest of his life

He stayed with you until you woke. Explained about hollows and Quincey’s.

You thanked him for saving you, threw yourself at him in a hug that set his body alight. He wrapped his arms around you, vowing to never let you go

every day he would visit you. Get to know you little by little, fall deeper in love with every tiny detail you shared about yourself

And he exposed his heart to you, every fear, every dream.

The usual knock came at the usual time. Uryu had come to see you again. The biggest smile on your face as you opened the door, letting him into your home

”so, is it usual for Quincey’s to visit everyone they save?” You had asked him teasingly

“no” he answered seriously, wetting his lip nervously “I just can’t seem to stay away from you”

You couldn’t make sense of his confession, didn’t understand the burning passion behind his eyes

“was it something the hollow did?” You ask worried, what if that monster did something to you?

”no, it’s you.” Your breath caught in your throat

“me? But I haven’t done anything ”

”it’s not what you’ve done. It’s who you are. The way your smile takes my breath away. The way your laugh fills my chest so fully I’m afraid it’ll burst. How for the first time, I fear death, because I finally have something I’m too afraid to loose. I can’t imagine my life without you by my side YN.. I’m in love with you ”

Your heart swells with emotion… finally having a word to describe the feelings you had; Love

“I love you too”

Quicker than you thought possible, he had you in his arms, holding you just as tight as that first time he held you

“Uryu..kiss me”

#szayelaporro granz #uryu ishida #mayuri kurotsuchi #sosuke aizen #bleach fanfiction #bleach #bleach headcanons #bleach x reader #First time I’ve written something without smut #Quick. I need to think of something filthy 😂

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Hiii can you do the “Don’t be shy now. Sit on my face.” Prompt with Szayelaporro please :)))

AHHH HAVE Y'ALL SEEN THIS MAN'S TONGUE?!!! I would sit there for hours.

"I want to test something," Szayel explains, laying down on the bed and glancing up at you.

"Another experiment? Right now? Are you serious?" you scoff out, huffing. You're dead naked, both of you. Was it really time for an experiment now?

"I think you'll like this one," Szayel smirks wryly and you raise an eyebrow with interest.

"Oh really?" you ask, a grin tugging on your face and Szayel nods his head.

"Come on and sit on my face," Szayel waves his finger at you, beckoning for you to come over. Your heart skips a beat and you gulp.

"What?" your breath hitches in your throat and Szayel lets out a tiny chuckle.

"There's no need to turn shy now, y/n. Come sit on my face and enjoy the ride," Szayel comments, grabbing onto your wrist. You gulp and slowly nod your head.

Szayel leans his head down on the bed and guides you onto his face, hovering above his mouth. Your core becomes wetter feeling his breath on it.

His tongue runs over your folds and you gasp loudly. His hands run up your thighs and rest on your waist, holding you there steadily. His tongue slowly slides inside of your cunt and you close your eyes, moaning softly.

You slowly rock your hips forward, pushing his tongue deeper inside of you. His whole mouth soon covers your entire core, sucking and licking at the arsoual already dripping out from you.

Szayel chuckles from underneath you, his fingers squeezing into the flesh of your hips. His tongue circles around your clit before his mouth clamps down and sucks on the sensitive bead.

Whimpers and cries leave your lips as you ride the waves of pleasure.

Your clit becomes sore as your thighs slightly start to tremble, feeling yourself becoming closer and closer. His lips massage your folds as his tongue creates circles over it.

"Szayel," you moan out, clenching your walls as you squirt out into Szayel's mouth. Your hot cum spills his mouth and he runs his tongue, lapping it all up.

You pant heavily and Szayel grips onto your waist, slowly lifting you up. You move down to his lap and Szayel sits up, licking his lips.

"So, what did you think of my experiment?" he breathes out and a smile tugs on your face.

"I think we should do that more often," you whisper and Szayel lets out a tiny chuckle, nodding his head.

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Request for @stygianoir

Asking Bleach Characters ass or tits?

You ask Bleach Characters ass or tits. This is how they respond.

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Can you do a smut scenario with Szayelaporro please where he gets dominated :)

a/n: oooh 👀 this is gonna be a fun one i think~ ended up a liiittle longer than it was supposed to… but oh well

szayelaporro being dominated

scenario (more of a drabble, really)

contains: gn!reader, dirty talk, begging, a little bit of edging, szayel trying and failing to be a brat, light bondage (his wrists are bound), mirror sex (mirror handjob?)

word count: ~1.2k

szayel was acting entirely too smug.

he'd been teasing all day, speaking quietly to you in moments when he shouldn't have been. such as when you were receiving a message from aizen via ulquiorra. while that didn't happen too often, it was important nonetheless, and you would have liked to listen to it without szayel cooing obscenities into your ear.

his trailing hands didn't help much, either. not when he'd ghost them over your waist and hips, muttering quiet things to himself while his eyes bore holes into you.

and all that teasing was exactly how he ended up in this situation.

seated in front of you and between your legs, his back pressed against your chest. his wrists are bound behind him, though you were careful to make sure that it was a comfortable enough placement for him. your ankles hook over top of his, keeping his legs wide open while your hand pumps at an agonizingly slow pace over his cock.

and if that wasn’t enough, you have him in front of a mirror.

a full, body length mirror.

he can watch every second of his falling apart under your hands. the way his hips lurch towards your touch and his face contorts in blatant pleasure.

you lean forward and your lips find his ear with a low hum that has his breath hitching in his chest.

how cruel of you to be able to have such an effect on him.

“you look so pretty, szyael,” you whisper, your lips brushing across the shell of his ear with each snd every word. the man between your legs seems like he wants to melt into you. “don’t you think so, baby? all pretty and flushed because i’m touching you.”

szayel shakes his head stubbornly. yet, he can’t seem to tear his gaze away from the mirror. no, not when he can see you looking at him in the reflection, your eyes full of hungry and cloudy with lust.

“you-“

your thumb rubs up and over the tip of his dick and it shuts him up immediately.

“shh… no need to talk just yet, hm? you kept wanting my attention all day, so you’re getting it. just sit still and look pretty.”

he quiets himself for the time being, apparently unable to resist you for now. you smile, pressing a fond kiss under his ear before allowing the pace of your hand to increase gradually. as a little treat for your good boy.

szayel jerks in your hold, huffing out a breathless “hah”. his head rolls back onto your shoulder and promptly displays his neck to you, pretty pale skin barren aside from a few marks that lingered from nights past.

your lips find his neck again and that pulls another moan from him. his hips buck incessantly towards your hand.

after a few more excruciating minutes, szayel is twitching with your every touch, his head still thrown back in the throes of the pleasure you’re so sweetly, or cruelly, rather, providing him. his hands clench into fists behind his back.

the amusement on your face is evident. it becomes very clear to him as your freehand slides up his chest and over his throat, lingering there just long enough to draw a whine out of him before your grip finds his jaw.

“aht, aht,” your teasing tone makes him want to whimper. “you’ve gotta look at yourself, pretty boy. only good boys who listen get to cum.”

you tug lightly at his jaw and he slowly follows along with your movement, the complaint dying out on his tongue.

he looks like a mess. his hair is mussed up, his lips bit-swollen and red from his own gnawing teeth, and his neck already bears the blooming marks of your ministrations. there’s a distinct tremble in his body, various muscles jerking and locking with esch upward slide of your hand.

his eyes flit rapidly between your eyes and the blur of your hand, working quickly over his dick to the point that his body reflexively wants to close his knees (it has tried a few times, but your coaxing coos and mockingly sympathetic tones draw them right back open.)

you seem so… pleased with yourself to be affecting him so. it only makes every sensation greater.

his breath catches inside of his chest and then he tries to fuck up into your hand again. he can feel that knot in his abdomen tightening. it threatens to snap at any moment…

only for you to pull your hand away.

he whines at his loss, practically gasping for air while he tries to move towards your touch.

“w-wait-“ he murmurs, hands curling into fists behind his back. “please. i’m- i’m almost there.”

you hum quietly. your hand trails idly over his thigh, gliding up and over his stomach, so close to what he wanted but not quite giving it to him just yet. it has him whining all over again.

how sweet of him to fall apart like this for you.

“mm… i don’t know. you were awfully teasing today, szayel.”

“please. i’ll be good. it won’t happen again.” his voice is so different now, the usual snarkiness long gone and instead replaced with sweet pleads.

you ghost your fingers across the under side of his cock and his eyelashes flutter beautifully. the whimpering sound he makes borders on pitiful.

“alright, alright. i suppose you’ve been a good enough boy for me tonight.”

your hand curls around him again and he all but mewls, hips bucking impatiently. you huff a laugh but don’t chastise him for it, instead letting him fuck into your hand until his thighs start to tremble again.

he never takes his eyes off of yours in the mirror, even as his own threaten to roll back.

he wanted you to see everything; to know that he was being ever-so obedient for you.

you smile, your lips grazing across his ear again.

“go ahead and cum for me, sweet boy. you’ve done so well for me… and let me hear how pretty my name sounds on your tongue, yeah?”

szayel’s eyes finally fall shut. his back arches away from your chest, but his hips push closer into your touch as spurts of white paint both his stomach and your hand.

you gently talk him through it, muttering praises to him and slowly pumping your fist. his body trembles faintly. he lays his head back onto your shoulder and rolls it to the side again, now staring almost absently into a wall.

he stays silent as you clean him up, merely letting you do whatever needed to be done.

after a few moments of this, once he has regained conscious thought, he lets out a small huff.

“you ruined me. edged me. that was cruel… do it again?”

your answering laugh is music to his ears.

“sure, szayel. but maybe just ask this time, instead of being a brat and actively trying to get me in trouble for not listening to orders.”

his lips kick up into a grin and he turns his head to face you, planting a peck onto your lips.

“i’ll consider it.”

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[jplupine]

Day 2: Szayelaporro Granz ~ Tentacles

Pairing: Szayelaporro Granz x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~2.6k Date Published: October 2, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Monster!Szayel, Dom!Szayel, Exophilia, Size Difference, Tentacles, Tentacle Bondage, Vaginal Sex, Hair Pulling, Outdoor Sex, Throat Grabbing, Creampie, Dub/Non-Con Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. Szayel also uses the term 'little fighter' to refer to Wynter. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: Wynter is on a camping trip and walking back to their tent when a strange flower catches their eye.

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  Sighing as I pushed a lower tree branch out of my way, I was heading back to my tent. This camping trip had quickly soured when a fight broke out between two of the others, but it was thankfully quiet now with everyone going off to bed.

  The night sky was full of stars as crickets chirped from the shadows. The moon was high and bright, so I could thankfully see the woods around me.

  I was almost back to my tent when a sweet scent tickled my nose. It was floral and enticing, and when I looked in the direction it was coming from, I saw a large flower growing from a squat bush. I'd never seen one like it before with thick, pink petals and a paler center.

  Glancing back ahead, I could see my tent between the trees. It wouldn't hurt to take a short look at the sweet-smelling flower.

  Getting closer, I realized it was bigger than I had previously thought. The stem also looked black with strange swirls like eyes. The center lacked any stamens or pistils as well.

  My brows furrowed at the odd flower. I didn't have a clue what type it was and pulled out my phone from my back pocket. Pulling up my camera app, I used my other hand to cup the flower to keep it still for the picture. I was shocked to find that it was warm to the touch.

  It was summer, but the heat of the flower couldn't be explained by the warm air. Taking a picture to be able to later identify it, the flash revealed more beyond the squat bush.

  Stumbling back after seeing what was just a few feet away, I tripped and fell. My phone landed in the grass, and the creature on the other side of the bushes stood up. It was tall with a lithe body and wing-like appendages stretching out.

  When it turned, I was surprised to see the face of a man. He looked down at me with his pale eyes before resting a clawed hand on his chin. The strange flower moved, and I saw it was actually the tip of his tail as it now swayed behind him.

  How his eyes seemed to study me before his wings lowered gave no indication as to what he was thinking. Glancing at my phone, I thought fast and picked it up before bolting toward camp. I didn't get far when something wrapped around my leg and dragged me back.

  I hit the ground with a quiet thud, and when I went to shout for help, my mouth was covered.

  "I haven't seen one like you before." He spoke with a calm, cool tone from behind me. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw more appendages coming from him with markings that looked like black eyes with white, slit pupils.

  I was panicking as another one wrapped around my other leg and I was brought closer to the bushes. Dropping my phone, I then twisted around to try and pry the tentacles off my legs. More quickly grabbed my wrists to pull my hands away.

  I kept struggling and shouting even if it was muffled. Kicking out my legs, I was then lifted off the ground.

  "Aren't you a fighter?" He smirked while watching me squirm and fight to no avail. From this angle, I could now see his legs were long and bird-like with sharp talons. "Oh, listen to your little heart racing. How adorable." He held his cheek while having a patronizing tone.

  Screaming as loudly as I could, my throat hurt from the strain, but his tentacle covering my mouth muffled most of the noise. My failed efforts made him chuckle.

  "You don't have to be so frightened. I only wish to sate my curiosity." He then reached out and ran his fingers through my hair. "I've never seen a human with such features before." I was brought closer as his hand tilted up my jaw. "Let's have a better look, shall we?"

  His claws lazily dragged over my skin as his fingertips went down my neck. I swallowed, and his fingers went lower. His dark lips curled up into a mischievous smile when his claws met the top of my shirt.

  My heart beat faster when he began to undo each button. My hands balled into fists, and I felt his claws rake down my chest.

  "Mm. Such pretty skin." I tried to fight to get free again and didn't succeed. The tentacles wrapped around my limbs tighter, and my button-up was pulled open. "Oh? What's this?" He looked perplexed when he saw the scars on my chest.

  His fingers lightly traced my scars, causing a tingle to go up my spine from the gentle touch.

  "How peculiar." He muttered before his head slightly tilted. "Would you tell me what these are from?" He only looked me in the eye for a second to get his answer. "No, you'd scream as soon as you got the chance. You have a stronger drive for survival than other humans I've encountered." His hands went down my torso as his eyes observed the exposed parts of my body. "Short stature, but strong physique. Healthy looking." He was muttering to himself absentmindedly until his hands reached the waistband of my pants.

  His warm hands traced over my hips, sending sparks dancing across my skin. I was terrified of this creature and what he might do, but his gentle touch and soft voice were eliciting reactions I didn't want.

  Biting the inside of my cheek, I tried to ignore how my nipples had hardened. It also didn't help that his human face was rather handsome.

  Around his pale eyes were dark while the left one had black markings reaching up his forehead and down his cheek. His pink hair went past his shoulders, and his pale eyes were still looking down at my stomach.

  "How odd. You don't seem to have any other scars, little fighter." Without hesitation, he grabbed the button of my jeans and undid it before grabbing my zipper. I hollered against the tentacle still over my mouth while struggling to get free once more.

  The creature simply wrapped another tentacle around my hips to keep me as still as possible as he pulled my pants down. I tried to kick but couldn't.

  "I'm glad I caught you when I did. I'd bet you'd be rather fast once you picked up speed." He mused while looking at my thighs that were flexing from trying to kick him in the face. However, his gaze drifted, and he did a double-take.

  I felt my cheeks burn with shame since I could tell he was looking at my crotch. Even if I had on underwear, I still felt as if I was bare.

  Without saying a word, he grabbed the waistband of my underwear to pull them down. I tried to close my legs only to fail. He didn't say anything as his slit pupils continued to stare.

  He then looked back at my chest and seemed to figure something out.

  "Now I wonder what other mysteries you may hold." The tentacles holding my limbs moved to make me nearly parallel with the ground. "Hm. This looks normal enough for your species." The tentacles around my ankles forced my legs higher, and my face burned with shame.

  I hated this. I hated it. I hated it.

  But something about it had me so aroused.

  "Wait...." His brows furrowed as he leaned in closer. I struggled to keep him back, but he ignored my fighting since his tentacles kept him from harm. My fingers flexed like claws as my jaw clenched when I felt his claws against my vulva. I yelled in frustration and anger as he spread my lips with two fingers. "Oh. I see." The creature smirked with my wet heat exposed to him.

  I yelled some more, but any noise I made was smothered by the tentacle over my mouth. His tail swayed before he looked up at me.

  "You certainly are unique, little fighter. To struggle so much for freedom, yet become so aroused by being bound." He gently blew, and his breath rolled over my skin in a way that made my thighs twitch. "Let us explore this further." My eyes widened as he spread his fingers wider, and his tail came closer.

  I jolted when the petal-like appendage nudged against my clit. The warmth and velvety texture made me shudder. My eyes closed as I bared my teeth and tried not to enjoy it.

  However, the way it rubbed against me reminded me just how long it'd been since the last time I was touched. I was soon dripping wet and covering the tip of his tail with my slick arousal. The beast watched with amusement as I squirmed and gained a devilish smirk when my hips bucked.

  "You can't look away anymore, can you?" He questioned as his head slightly tilted. "You're too curious. Too fascinated. I, too, am curious about the outcome of this experiment." The tip of his tail pressed against my entrance, and I grunted from the bulbous head pushing inside.

  It then occurred to me as he inched in deeper that this appendage may not even be a tail at all. He was an amalgamation of features creating a creature I'd never seen before. How certain was I that anything I saw was what I assumed it to be?

  The way he exhaled and his feathered ears twitched made me believe even more....the flower was the head of his cock, not the tip of his tail. And it was currently buried deep inside me.

  He sat down, and his tentacles brought me down into his lap. He grabbed my legs with a firm grip before his tentacles shifted to pull my pants and underwear off completely. I tried kicking, but he was much stronger than he looked.

  The free tentacles then traveled up my torso and slid over my chest. The floral appendage inside me slid out until only the very tip remained. He shoved it back in, and my thighs flexed as I moaned.

  "You're so small. I'm surprised you can fit so much." The creature cooed near my ear. "But how long can you last?" My hands were held firmly near my head with my ankles spread as he looked down at me.

  The shape and texture of the flower stroking from inside made me have to bite my lip and clench my hands into fists in an attempt to quiet any more moans. I tried to close my legs but only managed to press my knees together. However, that didn't stop the creature from fucking me as he gave a disapproving hum.

  The tentacles on my chest moved and wrapped around my thighs to pull them apart. I tried to fight it, but he was so damn strong.

  And that excited me more deep down.

  His hands let go of my shins to touch me more. I shuddered and watched as his cock plunged into me over and over again with sick fascination. Each time I saw the pink petals glistening in the moonlight when he pulled out, I couldn't believe how wet I was.

  "You're so warm." He purred near my ear before squeezing my chest and pinching my nipples. "I wonder how you taste." His tongue glided over my cheek and temple as his breath caressed my face. "Delicious." His nose ventured into my hair, and he dragged his thumbs over my nipples. "My, you certainly don't want me to know how good this feels, do you? Go on, little fighter. You might as well moan since no one else can hear you."

  He was becoming distracted, and I could tell by how the tentacles around my wrists were loosening just a bit. The creature didn't seem to notice, and I quickly reached back before he could stop me. I grabbed his long hair and pulled hard enough that his head flew back just as his cock drove deep into my pussy. My back arched as I moaned, but it was utterly drowned out by his lewd moan.

  He didn't even bother to take my hands away because of how much he liked having his hair pulled. His claws raked down my chest and stomach as the tentacles around my wrists actually loosened more. In fact, they let go entirely to touch my body along with his hands instead.

  And I didn't let go of his hair. I pulled harder, making him moan again as the flower-tipped tentacle was making rhythmic, wet sounds between my thighs. I shuddered as my toes splayed from him pumping faster with enthusiasm.

  I felt his thighs twitch beneath me, and one of his hands came up around my throat. His lips brushed over the shell of my ear before he spoke again.

  "Do you want to cum?" His voice was low before he groaned. My back arched as I shivered, and he licked the side of my neck. "If you don't answer, I'll drag this out until you're whimpering and won't let you even if you beg."

  My hips bucked as heat dripped down my ass and trailed down the dark flesh of his cock. I nodded and moaned as my grip in his hair tightened.

  "Yes? You want to cum?" I nodded again, and he hummed before one of his tentacles slid down to my clit. I cried out as my head lolled back from the added stimulation. My back arched and my toes curled while I grabbed his thigh.

  Soft feathers were between my fingers as my hips rocked into his cock and tentacle to get more friction. His other hand pressed against my lower stomach, making me feel how the floral tip was pounding into me even more. Fuck, my head felt as if it was spinning.

  The tentacle on my clit undulated as the need to cum became so strong. I could feel the pressure building and so close to exploding. The beast leaned back and kept my back against his chest by his hold on my throat. His tentacles kept my thighs spread, and the new angle made it easier for his cock to rapidly fuck into me at an inhuman speed.

  My body shook as I cried out and the dam broke. I couldn't take anymore and was cumming around his floral dick while moaning and bucking since he didn't stop or slow down. He forced me to ride out my orgasm to the very end before I felt something warmer flooding my pussy.

  With how he groaned, I could only assume he was cumming as well. His grip on me tightened so much that I thought I might be covered in bruises later. He growled low near the end, and when his cock pulled out, a mix of fluids covered the floral tip. The petals looked darker and more swollen than when I'd first seen them, and cum dripped from them to the ground.

  "I'd deem this experiment a success. Wouldn't you?" He cooed near my ear, and I was just panting as my chest rose and fell. His other tentacles began to unwrap from my body, and I was dropped limply in his lap. "What would you say to future experiments? I'd like to see if these results are replicable." The tentacle around my mouth lifted to let me verbally respond.

  "Yeah. Same place?"

  "I'll be waiting, little fighter."

  "Wynter."

  "Hmm?"

  "My name's Wynter." I sighed and closed my eyes while resting my head against his shoulder. "What the fuck are you?"

  "I'm just Szayelaporro." He chuckled as his knuckles brushed against my jaw.

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[suvidrache]

NSFW Alphabet - Szayelaporro Granz

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Word Count: 434 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

A: Aftercare - What they're like after sex?

With this being his first time, he isn't entirely sure what to do, but he will bathe you and himself. He can't stand being dirty.

B: Body Part - Their favorite part of themselves/you?

His entire body, his hair, if he must choose.

Your chest.

C: Cum - Taste, texture, etc?

An opaque color, with a slightly metallic taste.

D: Dirty Secret

Loves spying on you, and has been caught a few times. However, he would deny it and blame you.

E: Experience - How much experience do they have?

None, he wasn't interested in a relationship until now.

F: Favorite Position

Lotus, missionary, any that allows him to see your face better.

G: Goofy - How are they: serious, funny, etc?

Not serious, but not funny.

H: Hair - Shaved, not shaved, color?

Unshaven, may trim every once in a while, pink.

I: Intimacy - How are they romantically?

Very romantic, or will try to be.

J: Jack Off - How often do they masturbate?

2-3 times a week.

K: Kink - Their kinks?

Breeding, flexibility.

L: Location - Favorite place(s) to do it?

The lab and bedroom.

M: Motivation - What gets them into it?

Lingerie, sitting on his lap.

N: No - Will not do/turns them off?

Anything that's messy, he hates being dirty. Anything that will get him caught. He isn't going to be seen like this.

O: Oral - Giving, receiving, skill?

Prefers receiving and is very skilled in giving.

P: Pace - Fast, rough, slow, etc?

Slow and hard, but if he's in a certain mood, he'll go harder.

Q: Quickie - How often?

As often as you'll let him.

R: Risk - Willing to take risks/experiment?

By experiment, do you mean see if you can move differently? No. Then no.

S: Stamina - How long/many rounds can they go?

4 for about 45 minutes.

T: Toys - Do they have any/will they use them?

Not until you suggested them.

U: Unfair - How much do they tease?

A lot, he likes seeing you stuttering and blushing if he can.

V: Volume - How loud are they?

Not very loud, but will moan.

W: Wild Card - Something random?

Loves buying you lingerie and adding it to your collection, you probably wouldn't notice.

X: X-Ray - Size, appearance, etc?

6½, pale with some noticeable veins, with a small hole on the side (his hollow hole), cut.

Y: Yearning - How high is their sex drive?

Very high, but he has self-control.

Z: ZZZ - How quickly do they fall asleep?

As soon as everything has been taken care of, he doesn't want to look tired in the morning.

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[kiwicopia]

🔞 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.” 

#bleach #bleach x reader #bleach x male reader #bleach x you #bleach x y/n #bleach szayel #bleach szayelaporro #szayelaporro granz #szayelaporro x reader #szayel x reader #szayelaporro x you #szayelaporro x y/n #szayel x y/n #bleach smut #bleach kinktober #szayel smut #szayelaporro smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #mdni #kiwicopia writes

[b4nka1]

ANIME men and cockwarming (not proofread)

cw: sexual content, dni if uncomfortable, smut, choking, usage of pet names, cockwarming ofc, not all kinks are mentioned here bc i forgot what i wrote

— GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ

definitely into cockwarming. would shamelessly bring you to the espada meeting amd make you sit on his lap, cockwarming him while the other espada stared at y'all in disbelief. by the end of the meeting, after all the espada left, he would throw you onto the table and fuck you mercilessly, grabbing your throat, squeezing it harshly. the next day yoy definitely had to ask szayelaporro for painkillers as well as birth control.

— UCHIHA SHISUI

he definitely hates the idea of cockwarming. he thinks that it is pointless to have a cock buried inside of you when there's no sex happening at all. so its definitely a no-no from shisui. but he would give in very rarely, and when he does, he makes sure that you don't move an inch or you're done for. you asked for it so you're getting it, so you better behave, that's what he thinks.

— HISAGI SHUHEI

he automatically becomes the sub when cocmwarming. your tight walls surround his thick length, clenching at his cock. he moans loudly, gripping your hips tighter as his face buries in between your tits.you can feel his cock twitch inside you. man is so sensitive, he might just come if you squeeze a little tighter.

— HATAKE KAKASHI

an absolute whore for cockwarming. could have you sat down on his lap for hours while his cock is buried into you and he reads icha icha. when really aroused, he would use your mouth as a cockwarmer. would have you on your knees, gagging on his cock as tears slipped from your eyes. though, whenever you sit on his lap, he makes sure to thrust up once or twice in ever 30 minutes, teasing you for the reward you would get later if you behaved.

— NANAMI KENTO

oh god. this man would absolutely have you sitting on him while he is doing his work overtime, that's when he's the most stressed. if you don't behave he'll probably either slap your ass nice and hard or tweak your sensitive nipples. when he's done with his work, he gently puts his laptop and phone aside and roughly shoves all the other items on his table to the floor, slamming you ass down on it, hips thrusting upward. he would fuck the living daylights out of you and make sure that you behave like a good girl for him

— RORONOA ZORO

OKAYYYYY like bro where do i start. my man doesn't like cockwarming using a mouth or a pussy. he straight up shoves his cock between your round tits and every once or so he pushes the tip of his cock to your chin to wipe the precum on it. if you're being a good girl he might as well give you a suck or two. he could go all day while having his cock pressed between your tits, and when he reaches his limit, he just fucks your cleavage and cums all over your face and tits.

— ABARAI RENJI

he's loud, and so is his sex drive. cockwarming doesn't last for more than 2 minutes with him. he gets bored of it quickly and pushes your face down onto the bed, holding your hands from the behind and fucks you ruthlessly, ignoring your cries and moans. he definitely loves to see a cunt squeezing around nothing after he cums into you and pulls out, cum dripping down your hole and flowing down your thighs.

a/n: i feel so pressured to write the requests so here yall go 😭😭😭💕

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[dreadsuitsamus]

Crazed | Sōsuke Aizen x Reader |

author's note: blame @yeowangies for this, idk 🙈

pairing: sōsuke aizen x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, dubcon, sex pollen, thigh riding, humiliation and a bit of degradation

You lost track of how many days have passed since that last day in Soul Society. Has it been months, or just a few weeks? Mealtimes once kept you on track, though Sōsuke Aizen is the craftiest bastard you've ever met and as such, you can't trust the timeline you once gave yourself— not to mention, you stopped eating sometime ago. Your eyes are tired, the life drained of you from this imprisonment in Hueco Mundo; the memory of Tōsen flanking and kidnapping you during a mission in the World of the Living blurs now.

Why did they take you? You haven't had the chance to ask. You've yet to see Aizen at all since the day he betrayed Soul Society, though your trust in him was quite minimal long before that. He had always seemed a little too put together and perfect; perhaps you should've said something. Not that anyone would've believed you— could anything have even been done if you were heard?

Light floods your room and dread creeps at your senses. The Arrancar is back for yet another experiment to levy on you, and this time he's got the cruel, blue-haired Espada with him. Having long lost the ability to speak, you approach the scientist and the muscle.

Sexta’s grin is unbearably wide as he taps your chin up with his knuckle, forcing the dead look in your eye to meet with the crazed, monstrous look in his. He forces a pitiful, played-up pout on his lips. “Poor thing… We should let her out of the cage more often. See how far she can run.”

The spirit of your zanpakutō, while the weapon has been long lost in this hellish dimension, cries out in agony to light the briefest flicker of a fire in your eyes, surprising Grimmjow and replacing the smirk on his lips once more. He doesn't speak further, however, and instead grabs your arm with more force than is needed these days— much to Szayelaporro’s chagrin, as the lack of strength in you compared to his previous experiments has thrown quite the wrench into his data. He'll have to fix an IV drip on you; forcing you to eat isn't particularly his style, and he'd rather not worry about the things you could do in retaliation that would stain any of the white clothes he wears.

Sexta doesn't stick around once you're in the lab again, strapped to your usual chair as the bright lights feel like piercing needles to your growing migraine. Szayelaporro is quick to set up a drip and address the dehydration; you'll be no good to test the latest drug on if you aren't lucid. His blood itches within him, so ready to spray you with the mixture— he nearly growls at the irritation you’ve caused to bubble in his chest. How dare you alter his control like this?

Your eyes slip shut, unable to withstand the urge to sleep anymore. Maybe one day the sabotage to your basic health will win you the battle of freedom, but today very clearly won't be the day.

Unfortunately, you're feeling much better when you've come back to consciousness. Szayelaporro grins, fulfilling the stereotype he's most proud of as he instantly spritzes your face, the liquid inside it a deep pink color reminiscent of the flurries of Senbonzakura. Instantly you sneeze, though the sounds of Szayelaporro’s disgust soon fade out as the concoction forms a haze on your mind, glazing your eyes with a cloud as the temperature in the room seems to rise.

Fingers fumbling for the glass of water sitting nearby, you desperately gulp it down to ease the heat growing— it doesn't work, however. Your chest rises and falls as the heat focuses between your legs; what the hell did he spray on you? Pressing your thighs together, a soft little sound escapes you at the minimal pleasure the friction provides.

“Interesting…” The Espada hums, notating the entirely unintended side effects down onto a notepad, and you sit there humiliated by the feelings he's forced upon you as he shoves a thermometer in your mouth to test for fever.

You're unbearably horny, the slick between your legs pooling into your panties while your nipples, as sensitive as you've ever felt them, harden into little peaks that can be seen through the fabric of your clothes. Your brain hardly has the ability to be thankful that Grimmjow is long gone and unable to see such a display from you; you'd never, ever live it down if he witnessed this.

“This is… Hmmm…” The Arrancar hums to himself, rubbing his chin in thought. This certainly has no place in his research— the plan isn't to make Aizen's enemies so horny they're incapacitated, despite how successful the potion’s effect is. Certainly he'll have to shelve this and his curiosity on just how far this goes, but there's still certainly some work to be done.

Will it wear off with time? Or… Must you achieve orgasm for it to go away? There's always the chance of lethal happenings if you don't cum, but without data and further research, Szayelaporro can't know.

This is above his pay grade, so to speak.

“Come.” Szayelaporro unstraps you from the bonds of the chair, hesitating to touch you and force you out of it. Somehow, he wishes the Sexta Espada hadn't left. If nothing else, he could certainly help with the research…

But something tells him that Aizen would rather deal with this personally.

You can hardly move on your own as the burning ache of your cunt grows. Desperation plagues every thought, each one more perverse than the last and god you couldn't be any more disgusted with yourself if you tried. You'd allow anyone to touch your depraved body at this point, even the disgusting Szayelaporro, the one who'd done this and plenty other horrible things, and no doubt with plans to do worse, himself.

Your eyes widen soon— this pressure, this aura… he's been this close the entire time? As long as you've been here, you've never felt the strong Spiritual Pressure of Sōsuke Aizen, despite knowing there's no other place he'd be. But feeling him, being absolutely certain that he's close by and really and truly here…

Pitifully, more slick is produced from your heated core.

You stumble to your knees, hardly strong enough to brace yourself against the smooth floor beneath you. Aizen's presence, his heavy Reiatsu nearly crushes you as Szayelaporro leaves you on the floor in favor of approaching Aizen's throne.

Aizen's chocolate-toned eyes slide to your direction, nearly tuning out his Espada entirely as a thrill tickles his chest, traveling lower as his blood makes his cock twitch. It's not often he feels such a way; and it's not often he's presented with such a sweet gift either. As much as his Arrancars throw themselves at him, he's never once desired them.

You, the one that always hated him? Such an opportunity won't be wasted.

Aizen waves his hand, dismissing Szayelaporro and any other Arrancar that lingers. His pink tongue swipes over his lips before he speaks. “Are you able to stand?”

A shudder runs through you at the sound of his deep voice; never once have you been attracted to him, not even when almost all of Soul Society wanted in his bed. But now, under this stupid poison, he's everything all the others swooned over. Against your will, you shake as you slowly look up to meet his gaze. “No.” You whisper, fever warming you thoroughly as your eyes meet his— was Sōsuke always so striking without his glasses?

Aizen slouches in the throne just a bit and rests his cheek against his fist. “Hmm…”

His hum practically vibrates against your clit, the echo in the room bouncing the sound around in your sex-addled brain. Your pussy clenches at all the filth that floods your mind, each idea producing a dribble of slick that further ruins your panties and stickys your soft inner thighs. The pace of your heart’s beating slams against your breast, nervous under Aizen's stare.

“Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.” He can't stop the slow rising smirk on his lips, doesn't even want to fight the sick pleasure he gains from this position he's in. His words can convey all the benevolence in the world— you both know what lies beneath them, cradling his heart in the inky swaths of evil.

Your cheeks flush with a fresh burst of heat, from anger, humiliation or from being so turned on, you're not sure. Sweat pours from your pounding forehead, dripping onto the tile beneath you. The room is scorching, absolutely burning your skin beneath all the layers of fabric Ulquiorra brought you this morning. No amount of washing or drycleaning can salvage the bottoms from the slickness of your salivating cunt, and further embarrassment sinks into your skin.

Aizen leans forward in his throne, resting a large palm on his thigh and rubbing the length of it slowly. “Don't be stubborn. I'll help you, but you've got to ask for it.”

Tears pool in your eyes as the desperation begins to swallow you— it's getting hard to breathe with how humid you feel. It's absolutely sweltering in this room and the cool tile beneath you means absolutely nothing now. Squeezing your eyes shut stubbornly, your fists curl up. “To cum.”

“I did say to ask me, didn't I?”

Rage burns in your, causing your fist to slam to the floor. “God dammit, Aizen, when I get the chance to slaughter you I will!”

Your proclamation loses its punch when, after Aizen’s condescending chuckle, goosebumps litter your skin. “Come here, pet.”

Why am I listening to him?

You're far too weak to stand, let alone walk, so you're merely left to pathetically crawl to the stairs before his throne. It's a slow, humiliating journey and all you can do is pray a trail of wetness doesn't follow. Shakes wrack your body by the time you've made it up the steps, and a harsh gasp tears out of your throat as Aizen's rather delicate palm meets your face, gently, guiding your face close enough to his that his breath fans along your cheek.

“Ask me to help you.” He croons, the evil in his eyes absolutely sick with glee.

Closing your eyes does no good, as Aizen squeezes your cheeks harshly until you open them once more. Biting harshly on your tongue, you finally speak. “Please… h-help me.”

“With?”

Oh, he's such a prick! “I need to cum. Please… Please help me cum.” The tears in your eyes pour over your cheeks, leaving beautiful stains behind on your skin. Aizen wipes one away with his thumb, his lips rather close to yours as he speaks.

“You see that wasn't as difficult as you made it, hm? Just this once, your wish is my command.” In a display of his well-hidden strength, Aizen plucks the buttons of your uniform enough to tear them off completely, cool air soothing your skin as the layers are slowly peeled away until all that remains is your bra and utterly destroyed panties.

Aizen leans back into his throne again once you're stripped, jutting his leg out and patting his thigh. Your pussy throbs in anticipation and lust has plagued your mind entirely now— nothing will stop you from chasing your high now, not with your sensibilities long tossed out the window. Strength finds you when you need it most, jolting you to your feet long enough to straddle your enemy's awaiting thigh, and a loud moan is ripped from deep within your chest as the contact alone makes you cum. It's so fast it nearly hurts, the pleasure coursing through you like lightning as your fist feebly finds purchase in Aizen's shirt, just for you to stay upright.

It was good and fast, but the heat, the lust, the willingness to degrade yourself in front of Aizen doesn't subside. If anything, it's much worse now.

Your hips rock without permission from your brain, smearing Aizen’s pant leg with the slick desire you've produced. Your hole, aching and unfathomably wet, throbs and clenches in demand for a cock to fill it. Aizen allows your hold on him, merely staring at you, fist to his cheek as always, as you pleasure yourself on his thigh. It's humiliating, so perfectly in line with his intentions, but you can't stop. The friction is too good now to possibly consider stopping.

You'll kill Szayelaporro for this.

You grind faster, breasts bouncing a bit in your bra as you work your body. Another orgasm approaches quickly and you take it without hesitation, cumming harshly again and then again soon after. Finally, the air clears enough for each intake to feel fresh again, and you collapse against Aizen's solid body with heavy, ragged breaths.

Aizen smirks as you try to collect yourself. He'll be sure to have his dear scientist create more of this potion— it holds far too much value to let it go to waste.

It will be the thing that breaks you.

#aizen sosuke x reader #aizen x reader #aizen sosuke x you #aizen x you #bleach x you #bleach x reader #bleach imagine #nsft #cw dubcon #fic #reader insert #x reader

[recurring-polynya]

Request Time!

I am sure this is a categorically terrible idea, but I am too squirrel-brained to pick a writing project to work on, but also I'm tired of not writing and additionally, I am puffed up on my own hubris from hitting 1M words on AO3, so let's gooooooooo!

I am taking requests from now until I get tired of this! I promise I will write at least one thing! I do not promise when that will be!!

This is a fanfic event

I will do the ones that speak to me the most. It’s not first-come, first-served! If you have a good idea, send it in! It's fine to send in more than one!

I delete the requests that I don’t accept.

No theme this time! Anything goes!

Here are some tips:

I do have anon asks on, but if you log in, it means I can ask questions if I need to, plus it makes me feel like we’re friends when I get a name with the request.

Ideally my short fiction comes out between 1k and 2k, so we’re usually talking just a scene or two. I am notoriously bad at sticking to this.

You can see all my previous short fiction here. (Each yearly volume has a table of contents in the first chapter). Try not to request things that I’ve done before, unless it’s explicitly a continuation. Alternatively, you can check out some of my previous request tags like 500 Follower Drabble Weekend or What If Requests

You can request extra scenes from my existing fanfics.

The best requests are specific enough to be inspirational, but not so overconstrained that you’ve basically written the whole thing yourself. Specifying a set of characters is okay, but it’s better if you add a setting or a scenario or a mood. Think about what the description would be if you had to post it to ao3 yourself.

If you read my blog and/or my fanfic, you will probably get a good idea of which characters I love and the kinds of things that delight me and the things that do not. I primarily do these requests for the benefit of my regular readers, so if this process is biased towards them, that is by design.

Here's a list of stuff I am probably going to say no to. If you feel like you know me really well and have a killer idea that you think I'll love, go ahead and hit me with it, but otherwise, please don't.

Reader/x (this is a hard no, don't even ask)

Kidfic

Any ships that are captains/their lieutenants or Karakura Kids/shinigami. No Aizen ships period.

The only endgame romantic ship I will write for Renji or Rukia is Renruki. I might be open to some explorations during their separation years or like some weird AU thing that's Wrong on Purpose, but in both these cases, you're getting undercurrents of Renruki for free, whether you want them or not. The only Byakuya ship I will write is Byahisa. Friendships and other kinds of non-romantic relationships are always welcome!

Anything featuring Sternritter, aside from as villains. Actually, same goes for Nnoitra and Szayelaporro. Mayuri also on extremely thin ice, but I have a lot of Mayuri-loving pals on this site, so I might be convincible with the right prompt.

I am not explicitly ruling out NSFW, but you gotta give me a good hook, I’m only good at writing smut if it’s weird. The only smut I will write is Renruki. Also, my smut is always super consensual, no exceptions.

Send your requests to my Askbox!

#reader requests #1M words request event #it's been forever since i've done one of these. here's hoping it will be good for me!! #also it's been so quiet lately i'm not sure if there's even any interest in this sort of thing anymore #oh well! we'll see!!!

[brittscafe]

HIII!!! I really love ur writing, it is so good, and your posts never cease to amaze me. That Shunsui and Ukitake with that phrase prompt, 😩🫶🫶🫶 you have been feeding the Simps well.

mirror sex with Szayel, but it’s a male reader. Reader is the one ducking Szayel, making him look right where reader is touching Szayel, and stopping every time he looks away so that he is forced to look while reader ruins him ☺️

Ahhh, thank you!

Szayel's eyes lock onto himself in the mirror, your hand running up and down the shaft of his cock. His mouth gapes open and a moan leaves his lips.

He tears his gaze away from the mirror and you let out a tiny scoff, stopping all your movements. You grab onto his jaw and tilt his head back to the mirror.

"Look or I'll stop," you demand and Szayel's eyes widen with desperation. He slowly shifts his eyes down to his cock as you start to squeeze the tip of it.

Szayel inhales sharply and you grab onto his slim waist, propping yourself up. You slowly push yourself into his aching hole and he cries out.

Szayel grunts heavily as you push deeper inside of him and he pants heavily. You start to thrust in and out of him, skin slapping against his.

Szayel's eyes lock onto your hand, dragging up and down his cock, precum dripping out from his top. Drool drips down Szyael's bottom lip and onto his chin. Hiccups and stutters escape his mouth.

As you pound into Szayel, his moans grow louder and louder. The knots in stomach start to come undone. His eyes shift away for a split moment and you stop.

"Go to hell," Szayel curses out, gazing back in the mirror. Szayel digs his fingers into the floor below him as you rock your hips forward again.

Your hand moves along his cock as it twitches and hardens. Szayel cries out in pleasure, cum squirting out from the tip of his cock. He pants heavily as you still sloppily thrust in and out of him.

Your hand runs down to the tip of his cock, collecting his liquids with your hand.

"I really hate you," Szayel groans out as you slide out of him. You let out a deep chuckle and shake your head.

"I'm sure you do."

#szayelaporro granz #szayelaporro x reader #bleach #bleach imagines #bleachanime #bleach headcanons #bleach anime #bleach x reader #bleach x y/n #bleach x you #bleach x male reader #bleach szayel x reader #bleach szayel #szayel x reader #bleach smut #szayeloporro smut

[behindthestrings]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: Vix

PRONOUNS: They/Them, Ze/Hir (if you know how to use it)

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Discord!

NAME OF MUSE(S): Szayelaporro Granz(main), Senjumaru Shutara (main), Kisuke Urahara (main), Uryuu Ishida (strong, but usually on my group blog), Emilou Apacci (secondary), Kaname Tousen (secondary), Many secret muses

RP EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?):  From 2014 on.  Fanfiction author before that starting in the early 2000′s so was never new to writing.

BEST EXPERIENCE: Finding so many amazing people.  I literally have friends across the globe and have actually met a HUGE number of them in person.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS: Elitism.  Cliquishness.  Believing that you “own” a character/ deserve it more than the creator (look...I lived through the Ann Rice bullshit...we’ve had people pay for your freedom to write a muse in the courtrooms...so if you do this, and are around my age especially, you are a fucking ungrateful ass).  People who use their public blogs to brag about private RP.  Single-shipping in a common verse in most cases (I’m aro and romance repulsed--you do you, but if I have to acknowledge your ships in my RP with you?  I’m out.)

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: All 3 please!  Or mix some of them together!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Depends.  I’ve been on discord a lot lately and that’s shorter in form.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: Whenever I can.  I have very limited time.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Sometimes.  People see more similarities between my muses and I than I do.  XD.  I’m a scientist like Szayel and Kisuke.  I’ve got resting bitch face like Shutara...and I’m an ostentatious dresser as well.  I have pink hair like Szayel.  I’m a fandom ancient like Shutara.  I’m resourceful and adaptive like Kisuke.  I have a sense of humor that ranges from pervy to absurd like all 3.  Also...we’re all just kind of odd...and NOT for everyone.  <3

TAGGED BY: @candyhawks (thank you so much!  I need to come bother youuuu)

TAGGING: anyone who wants

#behind the curtain #ooc #munday #on a sunday

[prettyboychoso]

bleach masterlist

(f) fluff, (a) angst, (s) smut

Piano - Byakuya Kuchiki x Reader

Byakuya can't take his mind off you, his third seat, especially when he finds out you have a talent you'd been hiding from himword count 1.1k, (f)

Call Me - Alternative!Szayelaporro Granz x Alternative!Reader (AU)

The new Hot Topic cashier is super cuteword count 1.5k, (f)

#fanfiction #masterlist #headcanon #drabbles #bleach #anime #manga

[jplupine]

[WIP] So things are going....well 💦

Monster!Szayel be hittin different

#WIP #szayelaporro granz #bleach szayel #bleach smut #oc x canon #exophilia #Wolf does fanart #lemon #minors dni