TW: SMUUUT š£ļø, Grimmy gets pretty rough, a little bit of degradation, breeding, the works :D
Grimmjow couldn't stand you.
You were a brat if there ever was one and far too comfortable speaking to him with disrespect on a daily basis. He couldn't stand you, but every time you spoke to him brazenly, mocked him, taunted him, and infuriated him, it made him want to stuff that big mouth of yours with his cock. He couldn't stand you, but if and when he got the chance, he was going to show you what he did to brats like you. He didn't need to like you to fuck you good and hard like you deserved.
He was already annoyed enough today, and there you were, as usual, saying something to piss him off even more. "Hey, quick question, do you ever stop talking?"
His eyes widened, anger flaring like scorching blue flames. You enjoyed just how easy it was to get under his skin. He was so simple, fists clenching at his sides before one of them slammed on the table in front of you. "What did you just say?! Who the hell do you think you are?!"
"I guess that means no," you sighed, suppressing an amused grin.
The truth was, you liked riling him up and did so intentionally. You liked watching the veins swell in his hands, arms and forehead because it was hot. He was hot. Watching him get mad had you fantasizing about just how roughly he'd manhandle you, how he'd meanly bully his cock into your tight cunt, how he'd have you crying and gagging on it. You weren't going to stop pushing his buttons until he was undoing yours.
"You're lucky I don't hit girls," he growled, his hands twitching, clenching and unclenching as if he was currently resisting the urge.
"That's too bad," you said, smirking lazily.
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Later, he proved to be a liar. He was hitting you, his hand coming down hard over and over again to smack your ass as he drilled into you from behind. He still didn't know how to stop talking, though you didn't mind it much now, clenching around him while he yanked you up by your hair to spew filth directly into your ear.
"Not so cocky now, are you? Huh?" He panted, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. "Where's that smirk, little girl? Your snide comments? Haven't you got anything to say?"
You couldn't reply, not with how cruelly he was pounding into you, his tip striking hard and deep, as furious as he was. All you could do was moan and whine dumbly. You may have bested him with your words earlier, but in the bedroom, he'd definitely won, just the way you wanted him to.
"That's what I thought," he laughed when you didn't respond. "Can't handle my fat cock and talk back to me at the same time. You're too busy making a mess of my sheets and whining like a bitch."
He threw you back into the mattress, pinning you down with his weight as his hips snapped against your ass. He thought he was teaching you a lesson, but it was your personal heaven, getting caged in by his big biceps and having your pussy ruined by his throbbing length. You could hardly breathe, suffocating under his weight, head under water with nothing but the sound of his grunts and growls right into your ear. You thought it'd be a pleasant way to die.
Then he suddenly left you, and before you had the chance to mourn the loss of his heat and fullness in between your legs, he was manhandling you onto your back, folding you into a mating press and fucking back into you, smirking maliciously at your dumbfounded expression.
"I want to see what you look like when you cum all over my cock," he snarled in explanation before wrapping his hand around your neck to hold you in place. "Maybe I'll fill you up. You want that, slut?"
"Yes!" You choked out, eyes rolling back as he stretched your legs to their max, going impossibly deeper inside you than he had been. Each thrust felt like a shock to your system, a terrifying yet exciting loss of control of your body.
He was shamelessly staring at himself thrusting in and out of you, at your tits bouncing, and at the tears leaking out of your eyes. It made him go feral, the sight of your defeat. He knew you were all talk, so outspoken yet so easy to break. It was music to his ears how pathetic you sounded. Now he just needed you squirting all over him before he unleashed his load into you. Only then would it truly be his victory.
He knew by the high-pitched squeals and whines you were making that you were close, and so he stayed focused and didn't hold back, maintaining his brutal pace until your legs were trembling, glassy eyes squeezing shut and loud mouth crying out as if you were being tortured. He lowered himself against you, fucking you through your orgasm as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, holding him to his word that he would fill you up. Moments later, he did, biting your neck and groaning into it as he twitched inside of you, shooting thick, white ropes of his seed into your walls. He pulled out to watch it leak out of you, mesmerized by how cute your bratty pussy was with his juices oozing out.
He collapsed at your side. He'd finally bested you, finally taught you a lesson, and you'd finally learned just how good of a fuck he was. You stressed him out, but he had finally taken that stress out on you. For the first time in a while, he felt at ease, one could even say peaceful. Your body and your energy was a much needed break for his nervous system, and he was starting to discover a newfound appreciation for you as you quietly came down from your high beside him.
He watched you carefully as you rose from his bed, excusing yourself to clean up the mess between your legs. He chuckled to himself as he watched you limp away, like a fawn attempting to walk for the first time. He supposed you were actually pretty cute.
No. It made him start to worry when you were taking a long time in his bathroom, wondering if you'd come back and get dressed to go. It wasn't like it was often he got to just lay there, skin to skin with another person. No one touched him unless it was in battle or in a sexual way, and now he found himself yearning for your body against his again, in a more gentle way this time.
He pretended to look unbothered when you finally came back, pretended that he wasn't elated when you took your place back in his bed, curling up next to him.
You decided to be nice to him just this once. "That was amazing," you complimented, pressing a quick kiss to the side of his mouth that made him freeze. "Thank you."
He felt irritated again, though he couldn't figure out why. "Are you fucking with me?" He glared at you.
"No," you responded calmly. "If I was lying, I wouldn't be on the verge of passing out right now," you giggled tiredly. "I came so hard I'm exhausted."
You yawned, and it gave Grimmjow a funny feeling in his chest. He yanked the blankets up over your naked form. "Get some sleep then." You could tell he found it difficult to be affectionate. It was kind of cute in its own weird way.
You draped an arm over his chest anyway, pushing him out of his comfort zone. "You gonna sleep with me?"
"Doesn't seem like you're giving me much of a choice," he grumbled.
You pressed sleepy kisses into his jaw, smiling against him as you felt his body soften beneath you. "No, I'm not. I like to cuddle after."
"Damn brat." He aggressively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against him and holding your hip. "You better not snore."
You gasped, a wide, almost painful smile spreading on your lips over the fact that this grumpy arrancar was seriously snuggling you. "Me? A lady? Never!"
"Yeah, yeah. I hear you snore once and I'm tossing you off the side of the bed." You doubted the hand currently caressing your torso would be used to throw you off the bed.
"You're such a gentleman."
"I am, letting you stink up my bed like this." He grinned, adjusting his body so that you could press into him more comfortably.
"Stop being mean to me, I'm soft!" You pouted playfully.
"You? Don't make me laugh." He murmured against your head.
You smiled contentedly, letting your eyes rest, finally having him where you wanted him. "Okay, I'm going to bed now, so kiss my forehead and tell me goodnight."
"You're a real piece of work," he groaned, as if he wasn't dying for an excuse to press his lips to you.
He did exactly that, bringing his mouth to your temple more gently than you ever could imagine him doing and pulling you impossibly closer before saying, "goodnight, princess."
"Goodnight, my prince."
He would've cringed, had anyone else said it, but hearing you call him your prince, he swore he could feel his heart growing. He didn't know he even had one before you. He was glad you were starting to doze off, glad that you didn't witness his cheeks flushing with admiration.
Grimmjow still couldn't stand you, only now because it was gonna be a real pain in the ass dealing with these feelings he had for you.
long-haired Shinji come back to meeeee
THE WIVES ARE GOING AT IT
Missing tis little goober š„°
Art Credits: @hail_stan on X
confession: the thought of aizen being extremely needy in the morning makes my loins froth
nsfw.
He quietly pushes your panties to the side and presses the tip of his leaky morning wood against your folds. Just the smooth head slips in but it has you stir in your sleep and push awayā sliding him back out and turning away with your back against him.
He gives you a moment to settle back into your slumber before spooning you from behind. He tries again and this time it was a successful invasion.
You finally feel something slip inside your walls and your eyes snap open in shock. The tender kisses along your bare arms soothe your racing heart.
āGood morning dearā, he whispers while giving you another minute before he began moving his hips.
āSosuke! My love. Itās very earlyā, you moaned, both in annoyance and in pleasure.
āLove is not bound to time, my dearā, he replied while picking up the pace from behind.
āSosuke. Let me have another hour of rest. Iām very tiredā, you begged, but your begging was not convincing enough.
āAnd I have grown tired waiting for you. Let me have what is mineā. He was not going to let you sleep until he came inside you twice.
And once he did fill you up, you became restless instead.
āAnother round my dear?ā, he suggested, his cock already halfway there.
i got extremely drunk last night and the horny demon possessed me i'm so sorry š
Shinji Hirako and Hiyori Sarugaki - Rebirth of Souls
warning: smut, explicit content & language, 18+mdni
Here you find yourself in the same situation again. Bended over on the desk by your husband Kenpachi in his Office. You bit down into your own hand to not be too loud, scared the other people of the division would hear you. But you knew it was pointless. Kenpachi rammed his fat hard cock into your wet squelching cunt in and out again. The desk cracked under the massive and rough thrusts of his hips, slamming into you like the wild primal animal he is.
,,Donāt hold back Baby, i wanna hear your beautiful moans. And let everyone hear how good i fuck you.āā Kenpachi growled with a cocky smirk. As you moaned loudly without any filter, he chuckles in satisfaction. ,,Thatās a good girl. Let em hear you. Let em know how filthy my little wifey is.āā
His big calloused hands grabbed your ass harshly, fingers digging deep into your soft flesh on the verge of bruising. His Cock was ramming your cunt without any fucking mercy, stuffing your little hole completely full. So full, you could feel his cock in your cute little belly, thatās how big he is. One Hand comes up to tangle firmly into your hair, exposing your neck to him. He leans down growling hotly into your ear, leaving wet kisses and licks on your sweaty skin. He slammed his hips even harder against you, you are sure the desk would break at any moment. But you couldnāt care less.
,,God you feel so good kenny⦠just like thatā¦āā you whimpered and he increased his pace even more. It was almost unbelievable on how rough this man was fucking you. You slammed your ass against his cock, moving greedily & desperately against him. He grinned at the sight and hitted you so deep, making you cry out loudly even the goddamn divisions nearby could hear your moans & cries. Spreading your ass cheeks open, he licks his lips in anticipation and his wet thumb rubs gentle circles on your other sensitive hole. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and Kenpachi gives your ass a hard rough smack.
,,Are you ready for my cum Baby? Gonna fill you up really good..āā he grunted and pulls you by your hips roughly against his pulsating cock. With a loud deep groan his sperm shots deep into your womb, stuffing you full completely. Sweat dripping his forehead down as his hand comes up to your sensitive clit, rubbing it and making you squirt all over his dick, earning a loud sinful moan from you.
,,Thatās it baby⦠cum all over my cock⦠god that looks so good our release all mixed up togetherā¦āā he growls against your neck as he squeezes your tits and chuckled devilishly. Panting and catching your breath your head lays on the desk completely and utterly satisfied and spent. As he pulled his cock out of your aching cunt, his cum drips out of your hole down your thighs but he didnāt waste any time pushing his thick fingers into your pussy. He wanted to make sure every drop would reach you and stays into your pussy.
,,Now now⦠you donāt wanna waste my good cum baby do you? Now be a good girl and get on your kneesāā he said grinning at you. You were in for a long night, no wonder everyone thought of you as a slut but you were just a good little wifey.
Kenpachissluut ā¤ļø
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How Aizen Soouke would act towards his significant other/lover headcannons
A/N: Before reading please note that if it seems ooc it's because this significant other must be VERY close with aizen for him to perform this way, someone he trusts to a certain degree. But I think i nailed his character pretty well so have no fear.
⢠Reserved Affection: Aizen tends to be emotionally reserved, so his gestures of love would be subtle and calculated, rather than overt displays of affection.
During a quiet evening together, Aizen might watch his partner from across the room, his gaze softening momentarily before he goes back to his book or work. Itās a rare moment, but when heās lost in thought, his partner might catch him staring with a faint, almost imperceptible smile that speaks volumes.
⢠Protective: While he may not openly show it, he cares deeply about his partnerās well-being. His protective nature is understated but evident in his actions, such as ensuring their safety or subtly guiding them without being controlling.
If they were ever in a dangerous situation, Aizen would remain calm but quickly place himself between them and the threat. Afterward, when they ask about his cold demeanor, he might downplay it, saying, "I trust you can handle yourself, but I donāt take chances with whatās mine."
⢠Intellectual Engagement: Aizen values intelligence and might engage in deep, philosophical discussions with his partner. He would find their intellectual compatibility stimulating and would often challenge them in ways that push them to grow.
Perhaps on a lazy afternoon, Aizen could begin discussing a philosophical topic that interests him, such as the nature of power or control, but with a twist,he invites his partner to challenge his views. "What do you think, darling? Is freedom really an illusion?" he might ask, genuinely interested in their perspective, while keeping his own thoughts measured.
⢠Unspoken Care: Aizen isnāt the type to express emotions openly, but small gestures like making sure his partner is comfortable or solving problems without them realizing could be his way of showing love.
After a long day, his partner might find a cup of tea waiting for them when they return to their shared space. Aizen didnāt say anything, but the gesture clearly shows he noticed their exhaustion. He would simply say, "I trust it will help you relax," in his usual calm tone.
⢠Occasional Praise: Though he might not shower them with compliments, when Aizen does offer praise, itās meaningful and often reserved for moments when itās most deserved.
If his partner has achieved something significant, like completing a project or handling a difficult situation, Aizen might offer a rare compliment. "That was... impressive," he might say with a hint of admiration, before moving back to his usual composed self, not one for excessive praise.
⢠Teasing or Provoking: Aizen might engage in subtle teasing, especially when he wants to see his partnerās reaction. He enjoys pushing boundaries but in a controlled way.
If his partner were trying to outsmart him in an intellectual debate, Aizen might lean back with a slight smirk. "Is that really the best you can do? How disappointing," heād say, but with a playful glint in his eye. Itās his way of showing affection through challenge, not cruelty.
⢠Thoughtful Gifts: Rather than spontaneous romantic gestures, Aizen might give thoughtful gifts that reflect his understanding of his partnerās needs or desires.
Instead of a typical romantic gift, Aizen might notice his partnerās interest in a particular rare book, or an obscure item that holds sentimental value, and surprise them with it. When they thank him, he responds, "I remember you mentioning it once. It seemed like something youād appreciate."
⢠Emotional Distance: He may sometimes seem emotionally distant, but itās more a result of his natural guardedness. He would never let his partner feel neglected, though it could be hard to read his true feelings at times.
When his partner is upset and seeking emotional comfort, Aizen might remain somewhat distant, offering practical advice instead of emotional solace. "Itās simpleādeal with it as you would any other obstacle. Emotion clouds judgment," heād say, before gently guiding them toward a more logical solution to their problem.
⢠Possessiveness : While he may not outright express jealousy, Aizen might demonstrate a quiet possessiveness, ensuring that his partner understands they are an integral part of his life, but it would be done in a way that feels almost natural, never overly dramatic.
If another person shows interest in his partner, Aizen might quietly observe the situation from afar. Later, in a private moment, heād comment, "I donāt mind you interacting with others, but be mindful of how much attention you invite. Some people don't know when to stop." His tone remains calm, but thereās an unmistakable edge to his words.
⢠Supportive in Crisis: When his partner is in trouble or needs guidance, Aizen will step in with strategic, calculated supportāoffering help in a way thatās effective but not necessarily emotional.
When something goes wrong, and his partner is panicked, Aizen steps in with his usual calm demeanor, offering a clear course of action. "Focus. We will resolve this, but first, you need to calm down." He might guide them through the steps in a quiet, no-nonsense way, demonstrating his unwavering support even though he doesn't show overt emotion.
⢠Reserved Physical Affection: Aizen may not be the most touchy-feely, but when he does engage in physical affection, itās likely to be intimate and sincere, albeit understated. For example, a hand on the back, a gentle touch, or a quiet hug could be his way of expressing closeness.
After an emotionally taxing day, Aizen might approach his partner as theyāre about to go to bed. Instead of a passionate kiss or hug, he may simply place a hand on their shoulder, his fingers gently squeezing as he murmurs, "Rest. Tomorrow will be easier," offering comfort in his understated way. He might offer you some tea before bed too š¤
A/N: omg was editing this on mobile HELL. I hope you guys enjoyed this š¤. I really tried introducing new English words to my dictionary so I don't sound basic š
Shinji would say this to his girl when she's feeling insecure āļøāļøāļøāļø i refuse to believe otherwise
the ability to see more beauty in the world is a skill. the more beauty you see, the more comes to you, the more you create yourself. so much of the disempowerment people feel is because they are trained to see the ugly and negative in everything. you have to unpick your mind from the lure of negativity and train yourself to find beauty. if you want a beautiful life, it starts with learning to find the beauty everywhere.
Have a ghostie onigiri
#ghostface