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

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

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

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

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How would Gin, Shinji and Jugram react when they get it in the the wrong hole while have sex and their s/o start crying in pain

They get in the wrong hole during sex.

Starring: Shinji Hirako x f!reader; Gin Ichimaru x f!reader; Haschwalth Jugram x f!reader; mention to Rangiku Matsumoto, Hinamori Momo, Kira Izuru, Bambietta Basterbine, Candace Catnipp, Bazz-B, Robert Accutrone, Yhawach;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, accidental anal sex, remorse, aftercare, slight hints to degradation kink, dirty talk, spanking, mirror sex, hair pulling, crying during sex, dacryphilia;

Plot: In the heat of the moment, amidst goofy and tragicomic accidents that could occur during passionate sex, you end up experiencing one of the worst. How will your boyfriend deal with the situation? Is it going to kill the mood?

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Shinji Hirako.

When your boyfriend swung the front door of your flat open, barging into your apartment with a large luggage and shit-eating grin, you knew exactly what was going to happen. An eventful night, without the shadow of a doubt. At first, you just stared at him doumbfounded, eyes travelling up and down his frame, surprised to see he was not wearing his Captain’s haori and the shihakusho you loved oh so much. You had not been able to see him in a month, since he had taken back his former position as the Captain of the Fifth Division.

You knew it was going to be hard, but there was no difficulty you could not deal with, as long as you were together. And your relationship persisted.

“Well? Are ya just gonna sit there and ogle me? Doll, that’s not the way I expected ya to welcome me back! C’mon, bring that ass over here” Shinji sassily commenced, kicking the door closed with a foot and opening his arms to invite you to jump on him.

You dashed towards him instantly, glorious smile of victory over your face as you buried your face into his chest “You stupid jackass, I missed you like crazy!” you exclaimed, as he wrapped his arms around you and swept you off of your feet. You giggled, kicking your feet in the air, as he marched towards your bedroom without further ado. After all, he was still a man drunk on your love. Even if disrobing you right away might have resulted overly materialistic and egoistical, you had been dying to be touched too.

It was a romantic reunion, no matter what any bigoted stranger could think of it.

You were turned on, when he began to undress you, mouth devouring yours passionately, devotly, as you reached your hand out to switch the lights on. Shinji thought the darkness spiced things up even more, though, and he swatted your hand away.

“Roll over” he eventually chimed, quick to unbuckle his belt, or this is what you assumed he was doing for the metallic sound of his belt clinking.

Maybe, choosing such a position in a room scarcely illuminated by the streetlamps and neon lights of the shops outside was not exactly a brilliant idea. Centuries of fornicating around, however, had apparently helped your boyfriend to find the right hole even without the help of his sight. Or, at first, that was what you thought. Sheathed deep into you, Shinji held you down by gripping the back of your neck. The feeling of him filling you up repeatedly was ever so satisfying.

“Dear Gosh, don’t stop! Not even if I pass out!” you dramatically said, back arching up as his pelvis smacked against the back of your thighs roughly.

“My nymphomaniac vixen! You missed that cock, didn’t ya? I’m no where near to be done with ya” your menace of a boyfriend drawled out, wanton in his voice, cock twitching into you as he pulled out to readjust his position behind you. Those were moments before the disaster.

You whined for the lack of contact, shifting on your knees subconsciously to search again for the warmth of his body “Hurry up, Shinji! I need you back”.

“Have some patience, babe, I’m right here! You’re horny as fuck tonight” he replied, going straight for the kill and pushing the head of his cock back into your entrance. But the wrong entrance.

Dread washing over you, the stinging sensation in the most private part of your body, sensitive, now bruised, caused tears to overflow from your eyes. A small screech left your lips, throat burning as Shinji panicked and immediately pulled back.

“Holy cow, forgive me! Babe, are ya okay? Does it hurt? I’m so, so sorry, it’s my fault! The damn lights, I should have switched them up!” he profusely apologized, jumping back on his feet and finally allowing the lights to illuminate the bedroom. You collapsed on your side, curled up in a ball and taking sharp intakes of breaths.

Shinji rushed back to you, peppering your cheeks with kisses, hoping to calm you down “It’s okay… It happens, don’t worry”.

Your boyfriend was glad you had forgiven him, but the resoult was an immediate cockblock effect on him. He grew soft, as he slumped down next to you “I think we better rest tonight, love. I’ve taken two weeks off to stay with ya” he stated, defeated, still shocked by the accident.

You scooted closer to him, nose brushing against his one “Promise?”.

“Promise”.

Gin Ichimaru.

The barracks of the Third Division were terrifyingly empty, ghostly. When the Captain of the Eight Division threw a party, everyone attended it. No one turned down the opportunity to chug some high quality saké for free. No one besides you and your shrewd boyfriend, as well as the Captain of the Third Division. Working hours did not leave you the chance to spend some quality time together. The absence of new recruits and officers continously requiring either his, or your assistance was a manna from Heaven.

Now, in the privacy of his office, you were showing off your new uniform to a randy Gin. After years of him pleading you to purchase a skirt, you had given up and there you were, proudly twirling around to whet his appetite for your flesh. It did not take a lot for him to nimbly haul you over his shoulder and head straight to his desk. His bony hands shamelessly groped your ass through the thin fabric, visualizing your globes and the way he was going to smack them, while nestled deep into you.

“Damn, I really did not need another distraction at work… — Gin chimed, carefully letting your feet touch the floor, your face’s destination the smooth mahogany surface at your back, as you diligently turned around to slump over it with your torso — But don’t you dare wear those shitty pants again, sweetie” he warned you, provocative timbre sending frissons down your spine.

You clicked your tongue, propping yourself up on your elbows “And what about my panties? Should I wear them outside your office?” you instigated him to slide his slender digits past your folds in one smooth motion.

Gin hummed, pumping his fingers into you painfully slowly, savouring the lewd faces you were making through your reflection on the window. He was done playing nice. The prominent tent in his hakama indicated it was time to replace his fingers with his throbbing cock. It was only a matter of seconds, before you let out a strained whine and banged your fist over the desk, right beside your head, the stretch of his length penetrating you making it hard to breath.

“Shit! Gin— Oh!” you seethed, perching your ass up against his navel out of the reflex aroused from your boyfriend’s ministrations.

He leaned over you, his whole body draped over your back, mouth brushing agaisnt your earlobe “Only after I’ve shot my load up this irreverent pussy! I mean, they’re going to love seeing you all sticky, messy, cum running down the insides of your thighs… Fuck, would you like that? Do you want to waltz around the Soul Society leaking like a sieve?” he hissed, hot breath fanning your jawline as he thrusted into you with a hard and steady tempo making your velvety walls clamping around his cock.

You squealed out, overstimulated, his dirty talk reducing you to a flustered girl dealing with her first crush. Moans and guttural grunts echoed in the room, sweaty bodies and sinful remarks falling from both of your lips, until he grabbed a fist full of your hair and tugged you back towards him.

“Brace yourself, honey. I wanna see your face, when I shoot—” he rasped out, cock slipping out of your cunt accidentally.

He was about to slide in again, but a familiar voice coming from the outside of the door made him flinch and push you back down on the desk, hand over your mouth to muffle your frantic pants.

“Captain Ichimaru, I’m the Lieutenant of the Fifth Division! Are you awake?” Hinamori called out, not even daring to knock on the door.

The disgusting sound of someone puking shortly after followed her question and she gasped, clearly worried “Nevermind! I wanted to tell you Lieutenant Kira got drunk! Rangiku challenged him to a drinking game and I thought to accompany him back to his dorm! Goodnight!” she piped out, the sounds of footsteps fading away reassuring him enough to loll his head back and push himself back into you without double checking his actions.

The strangling constriction around his member was different. Weirdly so. Then, you screamed. A sob shook your form, body shaking uncontrollably, as Gin lowered his gaze and realized what had happened. You cried out in pain, mouth gaping in a struggle to endure the sudden intrusion and formulate coherent walls of protest. Gin’s eyes widened in shock, but the sight of some tears in your splendid eyes and the grip on his cock made him burst.

He groaned, the moment he spurted right into you. A white ring forming at the entrance of your puckered hole somehow electrifying him, but he was quick to pull out of you. Your body finally relaxed, breath labored as you glanced at him from above your shoulder in total bewilderment.

“Believe me, it was not intentional” Gin apologized hoarsely, hands slithering down the length of your back to provide you some comfort.

You hummed, eyes closing in exhaustion “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just… It’s no good crying over spilt milk”.

He kissed your cheek, nuzzling his face on the jucture of your neck “If I give you cookies and make you cum too, will you consider forgiving this poor man who was defeated by a sexy hole?”.

You could not help yourself but chuckle “Gin, please, stop!”.

“It was a matter of time anyway! You know, it always kept blinking up at me, while I fucked you like that!”.

“Stop!” you lamented, playfully slapping his forearm.

In the end, he kept his promise and granted you a mindblowing orgasm and some delicious cookies.

Haschwalth Jugram.

Abstinence and the unmanageable preparations for the incoming war had taken a toll on you. Your fiancé was beyond exhausted, yet he was exceptionally good at showcasing a completely different set of emotions than the ones he was dealing with in front of the others: professionalism, determination, authority and inflexibility left no room for tiredness and prostration. He barked orders around, keeping your comrades in line for the sake of your King. You knew him better than anyone else and you actually believed him when he said he was ready for this. However, it was exactly because you knew him that you sensed he was just as nervous and overwhelmed as you were. He was an atomic bomb about to explode.

Now, it had been another ordinary and chaotic day at the Palace. You were supposed to spend the night with Bambietta and Candace, when you heard a commotion resonating in the corridor. The source of the upheaval came directly from the training room. Curiosity killed the cat and you decided to sneak in and peek from behind the wall. Upon analyzing the situation, you realized a lot of people were gathering around two men. You were not surprised Bazz-B was picking up a fight, but you had to admit you had not expected his counterpart to be the ever so composed Robert Accutrone. It was hard figuring out what had caused the two Sternritters to throw hands, but you were displeased to assess no one was going to stop them.

No one besides your boyfriend.

The sound of his cape fluttering and the metallic sound of his sword being unsheathed from its scabbard made you flinch. Iciness in his eyes, he stepped between the two men and immediately pacified them without uttering a single word. He squarely gazed at Bazz-B, his jaw clenched, knuckles whitening around the hilt of his sword as the other scoffed and dashed out of the room, followed by some lower ranks supporting him. Robert merely bowed his head, eyes downcast, as he backed off.

“I am consternated” he curtly apologized, before leaving the room silently, index fixing his glasses over the bridge of his nose, probably out if habit rather than necessity.

The atmosphere in the training grounds was still thick, though. Some young recruits resumed their training sessions, while the rest of them began to gossip about what had just happened. When you saw Haschwalth sheathing back his sword, you decided to reveal yourself and hesitantly stepped into the room with a compassionate gleam in your eyes. Your boyfriend did not move an inch from where he was standing, always so descreet in the presence of your comrades, but you could tell he was beginning to feel tired of his role.

You approached him cautiously, hand reaching up to trace a path going from his forearm to his hand, still resting over the shiny hilt of his blade. The Sternitter Grandmaster inahled sharply, before suddenly enveloping your wrist in a bonebreaking grip stealing a low wince from your parted lips. This was new.

“Use it”.

A command. An order from the man you loved and your superior. You knew what it meant, though. Haschwalth was evidently fed up and in a desperate need to quell his wrath, to take his rage out somehow.

You gladly obliged his request, eyes closing as you snapped your fingers and a pool of pink light engulfed you two. You could have just walked straight out of that place to reach your destination. If Haschwalth Jugram had specifically asked you to resort to your power, he was decidedly about to make the entire Palace blow. What happened in your bedroom did not stupify you. The moment you reappeared in the privacy of your shared room, your boyfriend did not waste any precious time in superfluous compliments: he shoved you against the wall behind your back. The impact made you whimper out, but your huffs and puffs were swallowed by his mouth devouring yours to savor your taste.

You had missed the intimacy between you two. His hands popped the buttons of your uniform open, eager to finally claim your flesh after weeks of barely indulging into short make out sessions in the shadows. Opening his coat, he hastily unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, leaving you with the task of disrobing yourself before his stunning blue eyes.

“Turn around” he breathed out, hand already wrapped around his hardening cock, pumping his shaft a few times to make sure he was straight as a ramrod.

Once all of you clothes were scattered on the floor, you twirled around and planted your hands over the wall in front of you. Haschwalth slapped your rear, quick to bend you over a little more for him to angle you in a better position. Your moan, strained, wantoned, echoed in the bedroom and the man standing behind you pressed his tip to your glistening entrance.

“I apologize for the lack of foreplay” he stated, cock slipping carefully into your warm channel, body going taut in the effort of controlling himself.

The burning sensation soon dissipated, your forehead pressed against the wall to help you concentrate and relax your muscles. The stretch was immensely satisfying, but this time you felt a tad more excited. There was raw desire behind his actions. His fingertips were pressing onto the plush of your hips enough to leave crescent marks over the skin, pressing down until he could feel the sharp hipbone beneath the pads of his digits.

“You should apologize for not having slammed me against the wall sooner” you heaved out, nails scraping the polished grey bricks underneath your palms, your boyfriend groaned out with the way you shifted around to squeeze him up better.

Your fiancé lolled his head back, golden eyelashes fluttering and casting curvaceous shadows over his cheekbones, as he pulled out slowly only to thrust back into you forcefully. Your whimpers and breathy moans filled the air, your minds freed from the sense of disquietude cascading on you two those past few weeks. He let it out on you, heedless of the slight pain you were enduring, his movements frantic and desperate, eyebrows knitted even if not in concentration to please you. He had chosen to be selfish this time. It was not like he had any other feasible option to consider. The choice was between massacring his underlings, or riling you to oblivion.

Naturally, he knew he could go a little too far with you in some peculiar occasions like the current one. His onslaught on your body was authentically brutal and your cries were starting to sound high-pitched, strained. Among the moans, the unmistakable sound of skin against skin and his lust for you, Haschwalth never really rested. Upon sensing your King was awakening, he tensed and remembered he should have been ready to receive his new orders. He decided to speed up the pace, cock accidentally slipping out of your dripping cunt, and painfully invading your puckered hole.

You choked out a wince, eyes rounded in shock as he groaned for the sudden tight grip of your muscles around his member. Yet, he was quick to pull out and let you go, somehow horrified by what had just happened. You were a panting, weeping mess, as you slumped down on a nearby leather pouf, hands shaking for the adrenaline and surprise.

“I hurt you, didn’t I? — Haschwalth was the first to talk, eyes scrutinizing your face to decipher your thoughts on the matter — I’m mortified. It wasn’t my intention” he explained, only for you to raise your hand and stop him from apologizing further.

“It was an accident. I just need a few minutes to recover” you sighed, eyes flicking up to meet his ones reassuringly.

Your fiancé pinched the bridge of his nose, luscious blond hair draped over his visage “I think Yhwach is looking for me. I lost control because I felt him calling for me”.

You nodded your head, knowing damn well he had to drop whatever he was doing to assist the King. You stood up and walked up to him, hands reaching down to buckle back up his belt “Hey, it’s fine. I promise we can continue later on. Now, don’t let him wait, or he’s going to let you know what a pain in the ass is” you jested, only for your ever so serious man to huff and bend down to plant a small kiss on your forehead.

“I don’t think I want to find out” he muttered lowly, fingers threading your hair as you smiled brightly up at him.

“Definitely”.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! The poeople have spoken and I am glad to serve! I missed writing this format and I stumbled across this request in my inbox. Christmas is going to be chaotic and my time to write is diminishing drastically. I will therefore have some posts scheduled to feed y’all. Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Love,

– Luce

TAGS: tagging some of my lovely mutuals because I love to feed your fantasies @dehemetera @electronicwitchcollection @bankaizen @noirfan12 @suigetsusunny @my-my-my @velaenaa @villainsrtasty @brittscafe @akashis-waifu @sashi-ya @jesurum-says-hi @j-u-u-z-o @naru-mi-gen

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Summary: Gin was just a snake who found his perfect meal (you).

Pairing: Gin Ichimaru x f!reader

Contains: NSFW, MDNI, explicit sexual content, minor dom/sub undertone, Possesive! Gin, Dominant! Gin, masturbation, penetration, oral sex f!receiving, one minor mention of blood, food and snake 🐍 talk

Word Count: 1.7k-ish

NOTES: I'm throwing in my hat for Bleach smut... I miss Gin :(

#bleach smut #bleach x reader #gin ichimaru x reader #ichimaru gin x reader #this is my first m/f fic.. i apologize

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate and happy holidays everyone! This is just a fun idea I had rolling around in my head these past few days! I didn’t want to do all the squads, and the timeline is purposely fuzzy (who cares about character deaths? Not me!!!). So this is just a mishmash of characters I pictured having fun with this.

TW: MDNI! Technically it’s abuse of power with any of the captains, but it’s all consensual, (reader is either a lieutenant, low-ranking, or human), oral sex, dirty talk, inappropriate use of decorations, food play.

Characters: Gin Ichimaru, Retsu Unohana, Sousuke Aizen, Grimmjow Jaegerjacques.

hostage

☾ Summary: Working too hard has its consequences if you don't take a break. (Un)fortunately, Gin is there to help.

☾ Characters: Ichimaru Gin x Reader

☾ Word count: ~1,3k

☾ Content warning: not beta-read

☾ A/N: [entry for the Bleach Is Forever With You collab]

This is awfully self-indulgent and maybe Gin's a little OOC but we all need love from this man because I said so. ME WHEN

#BIFWYcollab #gin ichimaru x reader #ichimaru gin x reader #gin x reader #ichimaru x reader #bleach x reader #bleach fanfiction #bleach fanfic

you are mine.

♡ tw: explicit, dark content related. ♡ I want to write a psychopath! reader who ends up kidnapping and "torturing" -sexually- a male character. Both from Bleach and One Piece . Since tumblr allows 1 poll per post (ughh) this one belongs to Bleach characters. ♡ OP poll

For Bleach characters, who should reader "torture" first?

Ichimaru Gin

Hirako Shinji

Kuchiki Byakuya

Jushiro Ukitake

Renji Abarai

Toshiro Hitsugaya

Shuhei Hisagi

Ulquiorra Cifer

Jugram Haschwalth

Adult! Ishida Uryuu

Voting ended onMar 23, 2023

Don't worry I will add more in another poll... cause tumblr only allows me to include 10 per poll 🙃

#kuchiki byakuya x reader #ichimaru gin x reader #shinji hirako x reader #ukitake jushiro x reader #renji abarai x reader #hitsugaya toshiro x reader #shuhei hisagi x reader #ulquiorra cifer x reader #jugram x reader #uryu x reader

how bleach men would react if you told them you were ovulating/it’s ovulation week ?

They'd hear “ovulation” and instantly think about breeding, creampies, and raw fucking. Their expression would so easily darken, and already imagining you panting and squirming, begging for more, under them 😩

— Shunsui, Ichigo, Jugram, Askin, Grimmjow, Kenpachi, Bazz-B, Yhwach

They’d grin and start teasing you, making flirty comments, suggestive touches, and asking if their princess was “feeling needy” and needed some “help.” They make it a game. Turning it around to make you the desperate and needy one instead of them. Good luck!

— Gin, Shinji, Kisuke, Renji, Shunsui*, Grimmjow*

Wouldn’t say much at first, but there’s a definite shift in their gaze—possessive, dark, and calculating. You’ve triggered something primal, and they’re already planning when, where and how (long).

— Byakuya, Aizen, Ulquiorra, Starrk, Yhwach*, Uryu (adult), Ryuken

They'd check in first, ask how you’re feeling, if you’re okay, maybe blush a little. Their thoughts wouldn’t head to the hungry department quickly, but should you emphasise a little more, they’d be very eager to please if you gave the green light.

— Jushiro, Kira, Toshirō (adult), Uryu, Hisagi

EEKKK! Can you PLEASEEE do one where the beach men walk in on you changing or accidentally seeing you naked? Love your blog btw<33

Walks in, see skin, and their brains just short-circuit. There’s a solid two seconds where they absolutely can't move—just standing there with their eyes glued, not even blinking. The guilt only sets in after the initial jolt of “holy shit.” Stammering an apology after they’ve already had a three-second visual feast. They didn’t mean to look, they just did. The door shuts fast, but you know damn well they’re beating themselves up about it...after they've replayed the scene in their head at least once.

— Ichigo, Hisagi, Renji, Kira, Uryu, Toshiro

These men see too much in a second—maybe a bare back, side of a thigh, or the curve of your hip—and immediately look away. They don’t stare, nor linger. Just a low, choked “Ah—pardon,” and they’re gone with the door shut more carefully than they’ve ever shut a door. They’re calm on the surface, but their inner shame is burning through their ribs, and you can bet that the image of you is burned into their minds even though they try to act unaffected 🤭

— Jushiro, Byakuya, Kira, Ryuken, Starrk, Jugram

The door swings open, they catch you mid-change, and instead of panicking, they just lean against the frame with a crooked smirk and say something shameless like, “Don’t let me stop you.” They're cocky pricks and absolutely NOT SORRY IN ANY WAY. Maybe they do step back out eventually, but only after they’ve had their fun teasing you and getting a full hour of gawking. They’ll make sure you know they liked what they saw, and if you blush, well, that just encourages them.

— Gin, Kisuke, Askin, Grimmjow, Shinji, Shunsui, Bazz-B, Kenpachi*

They don't scream, don't panic. They either don't care—or they’re so composed they fake it well. They might apologise curtly, but it’s clear they don’t regret walking in. Some of them might not say anything at all—just take you in, hold your gaze, then slowly shut the door behind them like nothing happened. They mostly look like they purposefully walked in and pretended not to lol

— Kenpachi, Yhwach, Ulquiorra