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“Stop everything, I'm ovulating!”

Breeding kink: Kenpachi, Shunsui, Shinji, Grimmjow

Short imagines!

This is based on this smau by @kenpachissluut Thanks for the collab! 

Warning: Breeding kink alert! Mostly smut. Some soft fluff with Shinji inspired by @darthwhorecrux

Kenpachi x female reader

Of course, Kenpachi is not good with directions. Knowing him, he probably got lost getting to you. 

But for once, he didn't! 

“Wow wow. Hold on! How did you get here so fast? You didn't turn a bad corner?” you asked as he stormed into the barracks, leaving a trail of intense reiatsu behind. And Reiatsu wasn't the only thing leaking from him.

“Tch. Not when I got this thing telling me where to go”. He proudly flashed you his phone screen, the navigation system had mapped out his route. 

You had been begging him to use the navigation function for a while now. Funny how a little change in your hormones was a big motivator to try something new.

You have now arrived at your destination. 

That destination is your wet dripping pussy. 

“Not yet I haven't”, he grinned, his dick aching in his pants. 

He turned off the phone, not wanting any more disturbance while he mated mindlessly with his partner tonight. He was on a mission to knock you up. The scent of your hormones was already making him feral. 

Before you were brought down to your knees by his spiritual pressure, he unexpectedly lifted you off the ground and threw you on his shoulder like a towel. He carried you to his small room, walls so thin that everyone in the barracks was made aware it was that time of the month. Breeding season for these two animals.

As promised, his fat cock did not leave your pussy all night. He pumped you full of seed until you overflowed. And when his tank ran dry, he fucked you with his fingers to push back all the cum that was dripping down your ass and thighs.

You were left sore, covered in bruises with an achy back and another broken bed. 

“Ikkaku is going to flip when I ask for another new bed. Next time we should do it on the floor or outside”, you suggested. 

He was quiet for a moment as he lay beside you, his giant palm resting on your bare belly. 

“I don't think there will be a next time, princess”. 

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Shunsui x female reader

Shunsui tripped not once, not twice but several times. Not sure why, but he found it hard to run down the stairs while sporting an erection, the hard thick membrane smacking between his thighs because he refused to wear a loincloth. 

“Just set it free, petal. Go commando for me. I'll do the same”. The pervert had wrapped you up in his fetishes and you shamelessly obliged because you were no better.

You were coming back from lunch and your phone sent you a reminder that today was the day. It explained why you felt so wet and needy for your man. A quick text remedied that problem. 

Granted that he was the Head Captain, you were excused from your duties for the rest of the day. You were the closest to what you would call ‘home’. Being the first to arrive, you planned to take a quick bath and wash off the day’s filth.

As you reached for the front door, he suddenly appeared behind you, his hand landing gently on top of yours.

“You weren’t planning to take a bath, were you, petal?” he asked, his lips so close to your ear that you could feel the warmth of his breath tickling your eardrum.

It was a hot day. You were sweaty, hot and bothered. “I stink….”, you tried to explain but he placed a finger against your lips to silence you.

“And wash away that natural fragrance? Even the rain can ruin a beautifully bloomed flower, stripping away that natural essence that drives a man insane”.

Even his pick-up, poetic lines were perverted. It made you cringe and he hurried you inside the house. 

Clothes were flying all over the place, with no undergarments in sight, consequently, making access quick and easy.

Usually, Shunsui would take his time with you, make the most out of foreplay and have you cum and squirt on his tongue several times before he rewarded your pussy with his cock.

But when he was crunched for time, he got right down to business. And he fucked you in every which way, stuffing your womb full of his seed with no breaks inbetween. He had lost his sensual touch— nothing romantic about being folded into a mating press and his dick drilling cum into you like a jackhammer pounding the surface. 

His phone rang several times as duty called for Mr. Head Captain. He could never break free from the responsibilities that weighed on him.

Except, what could possibly be more important right now other than impregnating his sweet, ripe flower that is ready to bear his fruit?!

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Shinji x female reader

“Where is she? Come on, doll. Don't ya play hide ‘n seek with me ”, he yelled as soon as he stormed into the house. He was hoping to pounce on you the moment he entered the front door.

Sick, my ass. Pretty poor excuse for a Captain— especially one who’s supposed to lead by example.

You had already showered and decided to spice things up and wear his favourite lingerie. Not that you need any more spicing up. As soon as you said you were ovulating, his dick did a little dance in his pants, while in the middle of a meeting. Yup. Grateful for those baggy wide pants.

“Every second counts. Don't ya make it hard fer me or else….”, came his eager warning. 

He found you in the bedroom, ready for the marathon that was to cum.

To say he almost fucked your brains out was an understatement. There even came a point he fucked you vertically— your shoulders pinned firmly to the mattress while your waist, pelvis and ass bounced in mid-air with each thrust, thighs resting on his shoulders as anchors. Why work against gravity when you can depend on it?

Once he filled up the tank that was your womb, he made sure to keep your pelvic bowl elevated by propping your hips up on a stack of pillows.

“You know it doesn't work like that”, you tried to explain, knowing exactly what he was trying to achieve. 

“Ya ya. Jus’ wanna see you hold all my load inside. Kinda hot”, he grinned.

You reach out with your grabby two hands and clench onto his short blond bob.

“Ow ow…whatcha doin’ that fer. Ease up”, he winced at the tug of his hair. 

“Just want to see how our future kid will look like”, you smiled and held up two little pigtails tightly between your fists. “Adorable”. 

“Ya really wanna girl?”

“No. But I know you do”. 

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Grimmjow x female reader

It was way past midnight when he finally arrived. 

Grimmjow was right. Aizen could sense the urgency and he wasn't going to let the Espada have his way. So he dragged the meeting longer than necessary and even had Grimmjow go on a little side mission to eat up his time.

Grimmjow tried to be quick. Unfortunately, time waits for no one. Neither does your precious egg. 

The window of opportunity was gone.

Grimmjow was not in a good mood when he stepped into your bedroom. You were already asleep. He could smell the faint scent of your sweet arousal still lingering in the air. He spotted your panties in a pile of unwashed clothes on the ground. He picked them up and brought them close to his face, giving them a deep inhale.

They were still warm and wet. Despite being in a grumpy mood, he was able to get himself hard from sniffing your panties. It was a filthy habit of his. And you encouraged it by purposefully leaving unwashed panties for him to discover. 

Once he had his fill, he dropped the panties to the side and walked around the bed. He watched you sleeping while curled up in a ball. You were out of the blankets because your body temperature was slightly elevated due to the hormonal shift. Even though he missed his chance, he still wanted to pound you hard. His cock was throbbing and there was still that lingering scent that captivated his senses. 

He sat beside you on the bed and grabbed your dominant hand by the wrist. He leaned forward and gave your fingers a quick lick. Well, the licking turned into sucking and soon you were wide awake with two fingers in his mouth.

“What the hell? What am I, your dinner?”, you asked, trying to pry your hand away before he did sink his fangs into them.

“Look who's talkin’. Had some fun without me?”, he narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip around your wrist.

“Hey! Not my fault I helped myself. You were taking so damn long and I was horny”, you explained without struggling. 

“Fuck. Blame that bastard Aizen”, he clenched his jaw and ground his teeth. He was beyond stressed.

You noticed his hard erection poking against the side of your thigh. 

“You found my little present?”, you asked, trying to ease his tension.

“Hell yeah! Fuck I almost came sniffing that shit. It's like a drug. So can we fuck?”

“Babe! Since when do you ask to fuck?”

And with that statement, he is already pulling your clothes off you.

“Right. Right. Dicks going in. Gonna fuck ya full and plug ya up until your next heat”, he grinned. He quickly pulled off his pants and settled between your legs, where he would dwell for the next few hours. 

You roll your eyes, feeling your insides stretch open to make space for his invading fat cock. Now if you told him your fingers didn't feel as good as him, how far will his ego bloat?

Hey, can you write about Aizen being a girl dad and doting on her. Y/n and Aizen being parents and enjoying that parenthood together. The daughter looking like y/n but having similar wits as him.

Ohhh it's been a long time since I wrote Papa Aizen! Thank you for your request!

CW: this is SFW! Also human Aizen because I've been in a mood for him lately!

At his core, Aizen was a man of science and logic. He knew how genetics worked, he understood it at the cellular and molecular level.

Yet it amazed him every time he looked at his daughter, how she was a spitting image of you. The way her eyes lit up when he picked her up from daycare to the way she smiled or even cried – it was, much to Aizen's dismay, uncanny.

Yet even with your looks, your slight mannerisms (she was her own person after all – that much Aizen and you instilled into her), she was a clever little girl. It amused him and unnerved you.

Children are like sponges – he wonders what else she'll learn from him.

Today though, was just a simple grocery store run. You had asked Aizen to pick up a few things for dinner and your daughter politely asked if she could come along. Manners were important to him, and it is again, of no surprise, she learned them as well.

"Oh Aizen-san, your daughter is so well-behaved!"

"I never met such a polite child!"

He would smile and nod, thanking them for the compliments, but he always wondered about her - was she like him? Perceiving the world around them a bit differently from the rest? He noticed she would be a bit more protective of you, almost like he was.

Strangers would joke and tease how she was a “mini” version of you, but close friends and family knew she was more like her dear father.

Nonetheless, a grocery run with his daughter would provide some interesting insights. She was still small enough to sit in the cart, but he asked her (politely of course) if she wanted to sit. She nodded her head, and she became queen of the cart.

“Do you remember what mommy asked for?” Aizen quizzed her. The way she bit her lip and thought about it was so eerily like you.

“Green onions!”

“Excellent, what else?”

“Hmm… toys?”

Aizen chuckled, "no, I don't think that's what mommy asked for."

She pouted, but without missing a beat, "but mommy loves playing with me."

Interesting, Aizen thought, how she was using a fact about you to cover her own interests. An amused look crossed his face. "If I remember what mommy said, she asked for mirin."

His daughter opened her mouth to say something, but nodded along, clapping her hands. As he pushed the cart down the aisles, he would stop to look at different items. Without fail, he would see, in the corner of his eye, his daughter picking up an item with great interest, and trying carefully to place it into the cart without him knowing.

And now they were in the bakery, looking at the selection of cakes, pastries and other baked goods on display.

"Daddy, up please!" She pleaded, stretching her arms overhead. And who was Aizen to say no? He carefully picked her up out of the cart and steadied her. Her eyes lit up at the assortment of goods that laid in front of her.

Aizen walked slightly away, near the fresh breads and feigned interest in the variety of loaves. He watched his daughter pick up a pre-sliced cake piece and again, place it carefully in the cart.

Once she was successful, she quickly turned around and spotted him immediately. Rushing towards him, she clung to Aizen's leg. Without even a thought, he picked her up, "did you see anything interesting?" He asked her.

She shook her head, placing it on his shoulder. He could see she was getting tired.

"Then lets go home then, mommy must be waiting for us."

Aizen placed her back in the cart, but also began removing some of the items she had placed before. He could see her slowly blink, struggling to stay awake. He gently patted her head as she began to doze.

But he kept one item in the cart - the slice of cake. It happened to be your favourite. He wondered if it was because of you, or if she had also begun to enjoy the taste as well. Curiosity filled his mind as to what was going through his daughter's mind when she was picking up each item.

But Aizen knew better than to wake a sleeping toddler. Although his daughter was well-mannered, she was still a child, and he knew better than to start a tantrum.

But she groggily woke up as soon as they reached home.

"Welcome home!" You beamed, as you picked your daughter from Aizen. "And did you get everything I asked for?" You asked her.

She nodded her head vigorously, "we did! I also got you a bunch of stuff, mommy!"

"You did? Why don't you show me?"

Aizen couldn't help but smile at the sight of his daughter leading you to the kitchen as he carried the groceries. The three of you began to unpack, but your daughter was beginning to huff.

"Daddy," she whined, "where's all the stuff?"

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about." Aizen lied, wondering what she would do.

She blinked at him - as if your eyes were staring directly at him. He felt a smidge of guilt but held on to his curiosity.

"I got mommy pretty things." She said, her voice cracking, eyes watering instantly.

You looked at the two of them confused, "oh, you don't have to get me anything!" You cooed at her, picking her up. You nuzzled her cheek to comfort her, as she clung on to you tight.

"Did you mean this?" Aizen asked his daughter, holding the cake slice.

She shot up in your arms, "yes! Mommy's favourite!" She giggled.

"You got this for me?" You asked her, "you're too sweet." You smiled, kissing her on her forehead. “Let’s have it together after dinner.”

Aizen had a slight smirk on his face as he continued to observe his daughter. She seemed pleased with your suggestion.

Dinner came with a show, as you watched with amusement as your daughter tried to shove her food on to Aizen’s plate.

“That’s not very nice dear, food is for eating, not playing with.” You chided her. She pouted as she looked at her mess.

“She’s trying to get me full.” Aizen chuckled. “More cake for the two of you.” He smiled, catching on to what she was doing.

Your daughter’s mouth hung open; eyes wide as she got caught, “nuh uh! Daddy you don’t like cake.”

“I do like cake.” Aizen replied calmly, a smile on his face as he wondered where his daughter would go with this. “I especially like the cake mommy makes.”

“Me too! Mommy makes the best cakes.”

You couldn’t help but smile, “you two flatter me so much, how about we make a cake on the weekend?”

Your daughter nodded her head enthusiastically, clapping.

Once dinner was put away and your daughter cleaned up, you brought out the small slice of cake. You cut a piece for your daughter, feeding it to her, but she only took two bites. Aizen himself, didn’t want much of it. You were also full, leaving the remainder for tomorrow. Although your daughter was full, she was excited, “mommy, when is the weekend?”

“A few more days.” You gently patted her head.

“Can it come sooner? I wanna bake a cake with you and daddy now.” She whined.

It was then Aizen realized, the slice of cake wasn’t what she wanted, but to have the three of you make a cake together. He looked at his daughter, who stared back to him, a small smile on her face.

How amusing, Aizen thought, thinking of what other traps and ideas she would have in store for the two of you.

Thanks for your request! I had an idea based off something that happened between my little sister and dad when she was a toddler, but it was hard to write (and I can't see Aizen at WalMart HAHAHA).

The only man I’d let manipulate me 🙂‍↕️

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HEADCANNON!!!!!!! #1 >:)

I major headcannon mayuri to have some longgg ass eyelashes

hurr battering in front of a computer screen on my tv while I bark with unquenchable yearning 💔 just not fair is it.

i did a quick sketch (pls be kind im still learning and idk why I gave him a soft chin cuz we all know that man is CLEAN CUT MM)

can you tell i used the shower pic as my reference 🫣

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TW: Reigen mentions his PP, talks of anxiety

bf!Reigen x gf!reader where reader is feeling anxious and Reigen comforts her

You were curled up in bed, doomscrolling, practically pouting, mute, and ignoring your annoyingly unserious boyfriend. He hadn't done anything wrong, you were just stressing about work, already dreading the day that had yet to happen. You knew you'd be alright, you were always alright, and you also knew that you should talk about it instead of silently brooding, but old, bad habits died hard, and no amount of reasoning or rational could pull you out of your glum mood.

"Hellooo," Reigen called out tauntingly. "Anybody home?" He laughed, collapsing over your lap and crushing you with his weight.

You glared down at him momentarily before resuming your doomscrolling, though you were hardly paying any mind to what was on the screen now that he was demanding your attention.

"Yikes." He raised his eyebrows. You made a sound of protest when he snatched your phone out of your hand, locking it before tossing it aside on the bed. "You want to talk to me about something?" Reigen kept his cool and cocky facade, but you didn't miss the way his brows furrowed slightly.

"Sorry," you mumbled. "I just don't feel good right now." You avoided his prodding gaze.

He rolled off of your lap and shuffled to your side. "You need me to get you something? Water? Food? Motrin?" He studied you innocently.

"No, not like that." You smiled a little. For as goofy as he was, he could be so caring and gentle when the situation called for it. "I just feel so anxious right now," you sighed. "That's why I'm acting so bitchy." You cracked a sheepish grin. "Sorry."

Reigen laid on his side, propping his head up on his hand to look up at you. "That's okay. It's cute when you act all bratty." He grinned too, making you roll your eyes. "Talk to me though. What's bothering you?"

"Just work." You shrugged. "I don't want to have to deal with that project I was telling you about." You frowned.

"You can always come work for me." He wiggled his eyebrows. "I could use a sexy receptionist."

"Be serious," you groaned dramatically, suppressing a giggle.

Reigen smiled, snaking a hand under the blanket to caress your thigh. "It won't be as bad as your brain is telling you it is," he explained matter-of-factly, softly massaging your skin. "It will come and go, the same way it always does, and if you have a stressful day, you know I'll make it better tomorrow. For now, you're here, and you look super sleepy and pouty and adorable, it's making my junior throb..." He squeezed your thigh for extra measure.

"I hate when you call it that!" You giggled loudly. "You pervert!"

"Yeah, I just wanted to hear you laugh." Reigen grinned stupidly. He sat up, grabbing your face, squishing your cheeks, and making a show out of kissing your cheek, nose, and forehead. "You feel better yet, or do I have to kiss you somewhere else...?"

You playfully shoved at his chest. "You're so slutty."

"I was talking about your lips, the ones on your face!" He laughed. "I think you're the perverted one here."

"I learn from the best," you giggled. "Thanks for cheering me up." Your problems slowly fell to the back of your mind. Your anxiety would never vanish entirely, but it was nice that you had these moments and this man when it seemed all was lost. It never really was.

He kissed your cheek again. "No thanks needed. You're my girl. Happy wife, happy life, right?"

"I'm not your wife." You narrowed your eyes at him, but the smile that plastered your lips betrayed you.

"Not yet you aren't, crybaby."

She's obsessing again 🤪🤪🤪

Breakfast

Kenpachi x reader

Due to @ninaskylight and the post of his fangs, those images brought this piece.

WC: 652

Warning: first time smut writer, not proofread. Feel free to leave feedback!

Kenpachi was known for his intense appearance and dominating presence. Living with him as his partner, meant also growing accustomed to the heavy presence, constantly around. Yet in slumber, he seemed to be a bear in hibernation, upon rising, so has the beast. 

Kenpachi was not the early riser compared to you, as you tended to get up to make breakfast for you too, along with setting things up for the day, so he was surprised to see you still unmoving. He glanced towards your blank face, mouth slightly agape snoring softly, one arm crossing your chest. The blanket had shifted down exposing your chest to the cool air of the morning, leaving pebbled skin in its wake.

He shifted upwards, leaning over licking a long stripe up the middle of your chest. His long diligent tongue prodded at your raised nipples, giving a soft tug between his fangs. This elicited a small stir splaying out your limbs further. 

“I guess I’ll have to have my own breakfast this morning.” He chuckles as he lowers the blanket from you, uncovering your barely clothed body. Rather than basking in the beauty of your body, he acknowledged his own hunger and dove right between your legs. He slowly pulled down the minimal clothes covering your cunt, and let out a low growl. 

He dove right in spreading your pussy and using his long tongue the best way he knew how. He slowly licked from your opening up to your clit, flicking his tongue and slightly nibbling on it.

The sucking along with his teeth applying pressure was just enough to stir you awake from under him.

As your eyes slowly fluttered open, he looked up smirking, this is gonna be fun. 

He brought his tongue back down to your entrance prodding you, until he decided to wake you further. As you felt the pressure of his tongue enter your cunt, your eyes opened in an almost dreamy state, catching his gaze with just the look of bliss and satisfaction he had to offer. He offered more force, roughly lapping at you with his nose pressing and rubbing against your clit. When the sound of a moan breached your lips, he couldn’t hold himself back from groaning into you, causing an extra wave of pleasure from the vibrations. As he continued, he wrapped an arm around your hips pressing down, ensuring restraint so you can’t escape. 

He moved on, licking and sucking on your clit, making your back arch towards the ceiling and to his displeasure, covering your face. He splayed his hand and arm across your stomach to hold you still while slowly circling your entrance with his finger gathering enough slick, and pushing into you. The slick was just pouring out so he instinctively added another finger in and did not hold back, pumping fast and hard while harshly sucking on your clit. You tried to thrash against him, but his strength was too much. He pulled back and moved his thumb to keep ministrations on your clit while admiring the contortion of your face as he continued. 

He moved his fingers faster across you wanting to taste everything you had to offer. He slipped his tongue across you again wanting to devour you until he was satisfied, and he never was. He kept going taking little nips at your hip and clit, to make you shiver more as you trembled. “K-Kennyyy!” you screamed his name as you came all over his mouth, shaking trying to close your legs around his head as he moaned into you more, enjoying the tightness of your legs around his head. He continued with more flicks of his tongue enjoying the tremble that continued through your body. He slowly pulled away as you shook worse looking close to passing back out.

He chuckled, licking his mouth, “You are the best breakfast. I should have you every morning.”

When he thinks no one is looking…