“Ready Ta Pop Ya In My Mouth~”

Okay, so since you did the squirting question, it's only fair I ask for those who would enjoy it if you creamed a lot.

So who would be ecstatic to learn that you tend to cream a lot? Just loving the sight (I know Kyoraku would definitely be there) ❣️

A/N: That man appreciates all the things you have to offer him. A hedonist. And we love him for that.

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐢 — a hedonist at heart, Shunsui would groan in pleasure, spreading you open just to watch your slickness coat his fingers before sucking them clean. He’d whisper lazy praises about how perfect you are, murmuring about how he could stay between your thighs all day.

𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧 — he’d smirk, enjoying the way your creamy arousal betrays you. He’d stroke through your wetness with teasing slowness, murmuring something smug about how much you need him and how messy you’ve become just for him, before finally indulging fully.

𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 — a refined indulgence. He might act composed, but there’s something about a perfectly creaming pussy that utterly ruins him. Loves seeing how drenched you get just from his fingers, whispering soft yet filthy praise as he spreads you open. Would spend a ridiculous amount of time between your thighs just admiring the wetness before ever giving you his cock.

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 — clenching around him, so wet that it drips down his length. Loves seeing you full and dripping, spreading your open just to watch how much you’ve creamed from his touch alone. Would bury his face in your folds and murmur sweet praises while making you gush on his tongue before making his cock look equally messy.

𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 — enjoys watching the mess you make around his cock, and loves feeling how wet you get for him. Would purposefully take his time, making sure you’re creaming endlessly before he even starts fucking you properly. Runs his fingers through it, revelling in the way you react. He’d lose himself in the creamy slickness. He’d press his forehead against yours, breath hitching, eyes locked onto the way you drip for him.

𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 — this man appreciates pleasure, and he’d find it downright addictive. He’d tease you relentlessly, dipping a finger into your cunt and bringing it to his lips, tasting it with a slow, exaggerated hum of approval, running his cock through your folds to cover him in your creamy goodness.

𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐰 — wild and primal, Grimmjow would love seeing your pussy messy with arousal. He’d drag his tongue over you, groaning, making a complete mess of your slickness just to rile you up more. The sight alone would make his cock throb.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐤 — normally lazy and easygoing, but the moment he notices how creamy you’ve become, his eyes would darken. He’d run his fingers through your slick folds, testing just how wet you were before giving a slow, approving hum. He’d contemplate between eating you out first or getting you to make a greater mess all over his cock.

𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 — he definitely loves it, but he’d be so overwhelmed by how sexy you look that he’d struggle to find the words. He’d bite his lip, groan, and run his hands over your thighs, mesmerised, before burying himself in your mess and adding to it.

𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 — absolutely ravenous. He’s messy, impatient, and insatiable. Loves seeing you creaming for him. He’s hungry. The type to shove his cock right back at the moment he pulls out and sees you dripping. Loves seeing your body react so viscerally to him, knowing he’s the one making you this messy.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢 — would act like it’s just a normal part of sex but definitely notices and enjoys it. He’d tease you about how worked up you are. Calling you a messy girl and how he’s here to clean you up (he makes more mess instead), smirking as he rubs the rip of his cock through your wetness.

𝐆𝐢𝐧 — loves the visual of a creaming pussy, the way it clings to him. Would constantly tease, dipping just the tip in and watching the way you leak before fully thrusting in. Enjoys feeling how slick you get, whispering wicked things as he lazily plays with you.

𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 — he just wants to feel and taste everything. Would shove his face between your thighs and stay there for as long as he damn well pleases, making sure you’re completely ruined before he even starts fucking you. The kind of man who wouldn’t stop until you’re drenched and trembling.

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Hisagi, Ryuken, Uryu

My boyfriend everyone 🧎‍♀️

🍭 Warning: Messy smut of all kind. nsfw.

🍭 Sensually and suggestively sucking on a lollipop during a meeting and making eye contact with him the entire time as you stand at the back of the crowd.

🍭 Victims: Szayelaporro, Grimmjow, Starrk, Askin, Bazz-B, Ryuken

Post-meeting Briefing. Espada and Quincy Edition.

Soul Reaper Captains edition here

Szayelaporro doesn't even wait for the meeting to end. You are standing in the back of the room, something creepy crawls up your leg under your pant legs and injects itself into your wet folds, tearing through the fabric of your panties because damn thing is alive. You drop the lollipop and squeal. The closest to you turn their heads from the sudden disturbance and distraction. You bite your lower lip and silently orgasm, his grin and eyes locked on you the entire time.

Grimmjow impatiently waits for the damn meeting to end, unable to concentrate and focus. You seductively deep-throat the lollipop while standing at the back of the crowd. No one noticed you except for Grimmjow. The man is itching to scratch your insides with his throbbing dick. The lollipop is licked to the last bite, and the meeting finally ends. He eventually does end up chasing you down the hallway like a maniac and pins you down on the floor, hard dick slaps you across the face and he deep throats you until your vision becomes blurry. He foolishly thinks you learned your lesson until you try it again at the next meeting, not with one, but two lollipops. Licking back and forth between the two before taking them both into your mouth, cheeks poking out like a chipmunk, eagerly waiting for your next punishment. Two lollipops? What the hell were you implying now?

Starrk doesn't seem bothered. He passes you a glance and watches you lick the handy treat as if you were licking his dick under the table. You know it is bothering him, but he shows no emotions. He looked tired as the meeting dragged on for an hour. And once the meeting finished, you followed behind him, waiting for his reaction. He gives you a yawn and curls up on his mountain of pillows. You pout and sit beside him, poking his cheeks, demanding attention. Too late. He is already out. So you help yourself. Pulling out his painfully hard cock out of his pants, you shake your head in disbelief as he would choose sleep over a blow job. Why not have both? He doesn't seem to mind.

Askin had to do a double-take when you flashed him a brightly coloured lollipop, red 40, his nemesis. He didn't like artificial dyes because he could taste the chemical aftertaste. He passed you a thumbs down, disapproving of your bad taste, but you continued with your actions regardless. The point was to tease him during the meeting, not to judge your palate. He had to fix your mistake and offer your taste buds something more 'sophisticated'. His dick. And so he had you on your knees, guiding his hard 'coated' cock all the way down your throats because the taste buds do happen to linger far beyond the oral cavity. What do you taste? Pomegranate. A good natural replacement for red 40.

Bazz-B just endures it. He surprisingly, quietly endures it while you tease him with a ‘thick’ long lollipop that is thicker than the girth of his dick. He knows what game you are playing and the silent insults you are throwing at him. So he just patiently endures it until the end of the meeting. The silence worries you. And he doesn't say another word about it until the next day and another meeting. Before the meeting started, he shoved you under the table and unzipped his pants, pulling out his flaccid cock. And you went to work, trying to be discreet and sneaky, legs of other high-ranking Qunicies slowly surround you as they take their seats at the table. You suck and choke, tears down your cheek when he forces himself balls deep down your throat. Now, who was thicker? His balls or the lollipop?

Ryuken was finishing up a staff meeting at his hospital. He didn't expect to see you performing a vulgar tongue dance at the back of the staff room. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow. A staff member asked if he was alright. “A headache” was his quick reply. He wasn't lying. After the staff meeting, he entered an empty treatment/exam room. You followed without an invitation. The open door was the invitation. He pushed you on top of the exam table and had his way, a quickie before his next patient. The next patient was already waiting in the waiting room. It was fast and quick. Time was ticking, and he was known as a punctual doctor. You pulled up your pants, cum leaking down your legs and before you exit the room, you stick your hand in the jar of lollipops and help yourself, passing him a wink-- 'until next time'.

Begging you to please post the reigen edit you have of him to nails, hair, hips, heels it’s been one of my favorite edits and it doesn’t load properly on Twitter anymore so I can’t show people 😭

ask and u shall receive

grimmjow has wisdom to share w us all

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original audio: whoismaxwell

absolute beautyyyy

SHINJI HIRAKO

Drabble, I had this random thought for about a few months, but didn’t want to make a plot for it lol.

NSFW, Aizen x Reader, hypnotic play, dubious consent, nipple play, anal, gags, restraints and blindfolds.

You wake up to the strange sensation of being bound, gagged and blinded. You jerk in confusion, hearing a deep, low groan in your ear and realize a tight grip of a man’s hand is holding you in place.

You arch your back at the sensation, as you struggle to moan. How did you get here? What was happening?

Ah right, you agreed to let Sosuke hypnotize you. You pant at how sensitive your body was - your nipples were in pain… did he clamp them?

“It seems that you’re awake,” he murmurs, nipping your neck.

His grip remains tight on your hips as you struggle against him, a quick slap on your ass keeps you still.

Soon you feel the blindfold loosen. You blink slowly to adjust to the dim lighting and see Sosuke’s face so close to you. He kisses your forehead and you notice the sheen of sweat all over him, his face slightly flushed.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” he says, running a hand over your clamped nipples. You flinch in response, but he continues “for squeezing my cock for so long.”

You nodded your head, wanting to feel him move inside you. You squeezed your pussy, drool slipping past the gag as you watch Sosuke close his eyes.

At the same time, you felt something snug in your ass. You whine and whimper against him as he trails kisses all over your neck and shoulders.

“And because you’ve been so good,” Sosuke murmurs, his lips so close to your pinched nipple, “I’ll untie you.”

He reaches behind you and the rope holding your arms together is undone. And as if on instinct, you wrap your arms around his neck as you slowly raise your body, letting his cock slip out of you, to only slam your hips back down.

Sosuke grits his teeth, his hands immediately slapping your cheeks as you feel the butt plug inside you. You want to tell him how good he feels, but this gag is in the way!

Sosuke leans back into the bed as he watches with satisfaction to the sight of you clumsily riding him. The drool dripping down your face and your puffy nipples clamped are a feast to his eyes. He reaches behind you and pushes the plug further into your ass as you arch your back in response.

Tears begin to fall from you from your approaching orgasm and the pain of the clamps. You begin to babble, more drool escaping as you point towards your chest - you know better than to take the clamps off yourself, the faint memory of Sosuke’s belt causes you to whimper and squeeze his cock again.

Sosuke gives a faint smirk as he kisses your breasts, completely avoiding your nipples. Tears fall freely as you struggle from the sensation. He gently shakes the chain holding the clamps, causing you to scream from the slight tugging movement.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, undoing the clamps. His warm mouth suckles on your breasts as he begins to thrust deeper in your body.

Your eyes rolled as your body rocked to his thrusts. You screamed against the gag as his thrusts grew faster and his groans grew louder. You cries and screams continued to be muffled as drool dripped down your chin. You started seeing white as Sosuke’s pants grew louder, before collapsing in his arms again.

Sosuke stroked your back and continued to thrust inside you. He undid the gag as your unconscious body laid against his. He gently pulled the plug out of your body, replacing it with his cock. He closed his eyes at the tight feeling, letting his cum spill.

Leaning back into bed, your body still on top of him, Sosuke gently rubbed and massaged your body.

He knew you were already susceptible to his hypnosis, but this… ideas began to run through his mind of more suggestions he could make you do.

Summary: Byakuya's not one for gossip, trends or anything of the like, but whisperings of an exclusive spa has made him somewhat curious (though he denies it). Trends come and go, and eventually talks of this spa die down... but not in Byakuya's mind or curiosity.

CW: MDNI! SMUT! So much of it. I haven't written anything so smutty like this in SO LONG. Rimming (m receiving), squirting, tit jobs, 69-ing, anal fingering.

Reader tags: @kennys-partner @villainsrtasty (if you wish to be tagged for future posts, please fill this out)

Author's note: I've been replaying Yakuza ha.. ha. haahahahahahaha.

Word count: 3602

When Byakuya first became captain of Squad 6, he never cared for trends, fads or whatever popular markers were for the Gotei 13. He didn’t necessarily think he was above it all, but it just didn’t concern him. He had to uphold the noble Kuchiki family and the laws of the Gotei 13.

But now, as he grew comfortable in his captaincy, he became more cognizant of the murmurings and chattering of his squad. He knew there were certain food trends that were popular in the World of the Living that were becoming popular in Seireitei, he knew of what music was becoming popular due to what Captain Hirako, Captain Otoribashi and Lietuenant Hisagi would share (not that he had a particular care to listen).

But he also had to thank Rukia and Renji for some part of his newly acquired “knowledge.” Rukia seemed obsessed with some series popular in the World of the Living, and Renji with whatever movies were being shown.

Again, not that he particularly had any interest in consuming.

But for a while now, maybe for several months now, he heard whisperings of an exclusive spa that had opened.

Byakuya wasn’t one for such establishments, yet… no one would stop talking about it.

So much so, he heard Captain Hirako discuss it with Head Captain Kyoraku.

The weeks went by and talks of this spa had yet to die down. Soldiers lamenting that they couldn’t get in, but captains and lieutenants discussing how rejuvenated they felt.

Byakuya… was curious, yet didn’t engage with the conversations. Until he walked by Captain Kotetsu talk to her sister about how relaxed she felt.

But like all trends and rumours, they all die down and something new comes to replace it.

Yet something about this spa wormed its way into Byakuya’s mind. Was it the exclusivity? He could arguably hire the best masseuses in Seireitei and have his own “retreat” at home… yet something about the rumours, and the fact that several captains had talked about it, made Byakuya curious.

Byakuya frowned as he concentrated on the paperwork in front of him. He didn’t know the name of the spa, he didn’t even know if it was in the World of the Living or in Seireitei. He quickly read through documents and signed whatever needed to be signed, and “retired” for the night.

Except he decided to visit Captain Kotetsu. Byakuya was not interested in the other captains heeming and hawing at his sudden interest in the spa, and he also knew Captain Kotetsu would keep his visit to herself.

So when he appeared at the Squad 4 barracks, it was a surprise for everyone. Isane immediately took him to her office.

“Are you alright Captain Kuchiki?” Isane asked, her voice heavy with worry as she scanned him.

“I’m fine.” Byakuya responded, “I’m here to ask you a question.” Isane raised her eyebrows as her sister brought some tea for the two of them.

“By all means, sir, you can ask me anything.” Isane replied, she was beginning to grow nervous.

“I’m looking for a spa recommendation.” He asked, watching Isane’s reaction. She seemed surprised, with the way her eyes widened, and nervous with the way she was hesitant to speak.

“Are your muscles in pain, Captain Kuchiki?”

“No.” He briskly replied, “I overheard you tell your lieutenant about a spa. I’m interested in that one.”

Isane’s cheeks grew pink, “oh you heard that? I’m not sure you’ll like it…” Isane mumbled.

Byakuya narrowed his eyes in response, causing Isane to shudder in anxiety. She nervously laughed and began to look away from Byakuya. She fidgeted with her fingers, a nervous tick she couldn’t shake off, “so that one is Negai, it’s in the World of the Living.” She mumbled, avoiding Byakuya’s gaze.

Byakuya slightly bowed his head in thanks, “I heard it is difficult to get into.”

“Um, yes –“ Isane paused, her face growing redder, “but I can arrange it for you!” She hastily replied, “so when you visit, they can take you in immediately.” She gave a nervous laugh, quickly grabbing a piece of paper to write down the information.

Byakuya took the piece of paper from her hand, “thank you.”

“I will send a hell butterfly once I confirm with them.” She shakily said, her blush not disappearing.

Byakuya nodded again before taking his leave, wondering why Captain Kotetsu was nervous in sharing.

Captain Kotetsu was true to her word and sent a hell butterfly in a matter of days since he met with her that night. Due to his own diligence as a captain, Byakuya accrued a few days off, leaving Renji in charge. The two of them were responding to last minute paperwork before Byakuya headed off for his vacation.

“Captain Kuchiki, where are you headin’ off to?” Renji asked, curious as to the sudden vacation request.

“I am going to the World of the Living.” Byakuya responded curtly.

Renji raised his eyebrows in surprise, “really?”

“Yes.” Byakuya replied, a cold tone evident in his voice. The atmosphere between them changed and Renji knew, after decades of working with his captain, that that tone meant no more questions.

“Well I hope you enjoy your time off, captain. I’ll take care of the squad in your absence.” Renji said, shaking his stack of papers.

Byakuya nodded and left the Squad 6 barracks, heading back to his estate.

Negai was located just outside Tokyo, along a street of non-descript buildings. The building it was in was unremarkable. Other than the elegant signage above the entry way, it was easy to miss. In a way, Byakuya preferred this, avoiding overly flashy establishments.

He was greeted immediately once he entered, “you must be Kuchiki-san, yes?” A man at the front desk asked, as his colleague, a woman, entered something into the computer.

“Your colleague, Kotetsu-san, informed of us of your visit today.” The woman smiled. “Since this is your first visit with us, we suggested that you should have a 120-minute session today.”

Byakuya nodded, “and do I pay now, or after?” He inquired.

“We can take a deposit now if you prefer or you can pay at the end in case there are additional services you request during your time.”

Byakuya remained silent.

The man quickly dialed a number, “Dear, your client is here. Are you ready?” The man grinned at Byakuya, hanging up the phone. “Let me escort you to your room.”

Byakuya was taken to private change room that connected to the larger room he would be in for the duration of his stay. He was provided a silk bathrobe, to which Byakuya felt was of high quality, and a similar quality towel.

Folding his clothes neatly, Byakuya wrapped the towel around his waist and draped the robe over his shoulders. He opened the door to a beautiful, brightly lit room. He narrowed his eyes though… there was no massage table in sight. Instead, there was a large bed, with sleek furnishings, and another door connected elsewhere.

In the middle of the room, stood you, wrapped in a similar, yet much shorter, silk robe. Byakuya wondered if it even reached the top of your thighs.

“Thank you for your patronage, Kuchiki-sama,” you smiled introducing yourself to Byakuya. “Would you like anything to drink before we begin?”

“Is this not a spa?” Byakuya asked raising his eyebrows, noticing that you were completely nude under your robe. You weren’t modest or shy about that fact.

You looked at him in confusion, “spa? This is a soapland, but I suppose legally it’s considered a ‘health’ establishment…” you murmured, “part of our session today includes a massage, do you want to start with that?” You asked.

Byakuya’s eyes widened, but he remained silent. A soapland, that was what everyone was lamenting about… no wonder the other captains seemed in a relaxed mood afterwards.

He quickly pondered if he should leave… but…

He was already here. He was also a someone who would not turn his back on his word. He didn’t care what Captain Kotetsu thought of him if he did leave but he wondered how “relaxing” this place truly could be to have most of the Gotei 13 as its clientele. He narrowed his eyes slightly at you, but relaxed. You were incredibly attractive; he couldn’t deny that and seemed well-mannered.

You on the other hand, looked at Byakuya expectantly. Your pussy was throbbing with how attractive this man was. His long black hair was styled neatly, his face was incredible handsome, and his chiseled body left little to your imagination. You wanted to lick your lips in anticipation for what was under his towel.

You immediately extended your hand and led him to the room behind the closed door he initially saw. Inside, a similarly decorated bathroom greeted him, with a shower, a hot tub… and what looked like a large, inflatable mat. No massage table in sight.

“Sir, if you could please lie face down on this mat, and I can start on your massage.” You smiled at him, pulling out what he assumed to be various types of oils and lotions.

Byakuya laid down on the mat quietly. You couldn’t help but giggle at the fact that he didn’t remove his towel.

“Kuchiki-sama, do you have a particular scent you prefer?” You asked him.

“Jasmine.” He brusquely replied.

“Ok then, I’m going to start now.” You said cheerily. You loosened your robe and gently kneeled between his body, pouring the jasmine oil over the broad expanse of his back. You started at his shoulders, rubbing the oil into his skin. His initially tense shoulders began to relax as you gently kneaded a particular knot in his back.

Your hands moved further down his back, kneading and massaging other areas, until you reached his towel. You decided to keep it on, but moved to his legs, taking gentle care to massage him. Eventually, once most of his body was covered in oil, you gently laid on top of him, pushing your breasts against his back, peppering kisses along the way.

Byakuya shuddered from the sensation, feeling his cock twitch as you rubbed yourself along his body. He turned his head and saw your robe was on the ground – you were completely nude above him.

“Kuchiki-sama, is it ok if I take your towel off?” You asked politely.

Byakuya didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled it off himself, earning a large grin from you. He laid back down and you continued to massage his back, before reaching under him. Your warm hand wrapped around his somewhat erect cock, as you gently pumped him, kissing his shoulder blades.

“Kuchiki-sama, could you please get on all fours for him?” You whispered into his ear, before kissing it. You could feel Byakuya shudder underneath you. You licked your lips as he managed to stay still, his cock slowly growing in stiffness.

The man was incredibly fit, not an ounce of fat on him… except for his ass. You wondered what he did to obtain such a physique, but it was best not to ask clients what they did. Instead, you picked up a different oil and dripped it along his bottom, squeezing and massage it, before you tenderly spread his cheeks. You heard him take a deep inhale once you began to lick his puckered hole.

Byakuya stifled a groan as the strange, yet pleasant sensation filled his body. One of your hands was holding him steady, while another wrapped around his cock, pumping it in time with your mouth. Soon you began to move, dragging your tongue along his underside before he saw you underneath, wrapping your lips on the head of his erection. You sucked as your hands slid up and down his cock.

You pulled yourself up and giggled. Byakuya turned around and faced you. His cheeks were rosy, his hair clinging to his face while his muscular body was covered in a sheen of sweat and oil. His cock stood tall, your saliva and his pre-cum dripping down his engorged shaft.

“Oh my, Kuchik-sama, you’re more tense than I thought.” You teased. “I have some additional relaxation techniques.”

He narrowed his eyes, “even though you’re the source of my stress?” He replied cooly.

You laughed at his response but led him out of the room and back to the bedroom. “Why don’t you lie down,” you murmured, your fingers moving softly against his chiseled abdomen, “while I correct my mistake.”

Byakuya leaned into the bed as you kissed your way down his body before reaching his weeping cock. You smiled at him as he watched you kiss the base of his erection, your tongue darting out to lick his underside. You slowly made your way back to the tip of his cock, licking away his pre cum while massaging his base. You then lifted your body up, pushing your breasts together, and gently pushed his erection between them.

You smiled at him as his eyes widened, watching his cock piston out of your breasts, pre-cum smearing alongside them. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back from coming. He hated to admit that he was enjoying your skills, but hated how quickly his body fell apart from your touches, so he decided to return the favour…

He reached down and pinched your nipples, rubbing them between his fingers. You let out a low moan as you continued to push yourself up and down on his cock. You let your tongue out trying to taste his cock every time it reached your lips.

But it wasn’t enough for Byakuya. He weaved his hand into your hair and pulled you off from his cock, earning a whine from you.

“You’ll need to ask for permission to continue further.” He rasped; his face defying is words. With his cheeks flushed, Byakuya looked like he was going to cum right there, but he had other plans.

He flipped you over and held your hands above you. His other hand squeezed your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples before they dipped to your pussy.

Byakuya gave a small smirk, feeling how wet you were. He pushed one finger into your wet pussy, while his thumb rubbed against your clit, causing you to arch your back. You moaned loudly as he pushed two more fingers inside you, rapidly thrusting them in you.

He watched your face contort from the pleasure, eyes rolling back as your body began to thrash.

“Oh god, too much!” You screamed, before he felt hot liquid cover his hand. He pulled his fingers out of you and pushed them to your mouth, watching you immediately taste yourself.

Your lips were covered in your juices, and without warning, Byakuya reached down and kissed you. He licked at your lips, then pulled himself away.

“We’re not done yet.” He said softly, as he laid down on the bed. “If I make you orgasm again, I’ll have my way with you.”

You raised your eyebrows, chest heaving from the intense orgasm you had, “and what if I make you cum?”

“You can do what you want with me.” Your pussy began to throb. You adjusted yourself as you sat on his face while you reached for cock. And without warning, Byakuya delved straight to your pussy, his lips immediately sucking on your clit as a finger teased your ass.

You let out a loud moan before stuffing your mouth with his cock, trying to stifle yourself. You felt Byakuya shudder again as you bobbed your head on his cock, trying to ignore the pleasure coursing through your body.

But he was devouring your pussy as if it was the last thing on Earth. You pulled your mouth away and squealed as his tongue lapped at you with such intensity and fervor. You felt your orgasm building up quickly as his tongue pushed into your sopping pussy.

You saw stars, screaming Byakuya’s name as you came over his face. You whimpered as he began to slow down his ministrations, his once intense licks and sucks became gentle and soft until he pulled you away.

“So it seems that I won.” He remarked, inspecting your flushed figure. Your eyes were half-lidded, as your body heaved heavily, trying to compose yourself from the two intense orgasms you just experienced.

But… you wanted more, and you wanted his cock. It was still as stiff as ever, standing tall as Byakuya pushed your legs apart. You immediately circled your pussy, your other hand squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples as you began to whine, “Kuchiki-sama, please.”

Byakuya took a deep inhale as he watched you finger yourself for him, the taste of your pussy still lingering on his lips. He took his cock and slapped the tip on your clit, a moan bubbling out of you. You watched in anticipation as he slowly pushed himself into your pussy. Byakuya hissed at how tight you were, your cunt clenching at his cock as he stretched you out.

He let out a low groan once he was fully inside you, relishing how you gripped his cock tightly. He rolled his hips forward, earning a moan from you.

“Kuchiki-sama, faster,” you moaned, “please!”

“I don’t take,” Byakuya heaved, pulling himself out, “orders from you” as he slammed his cock back in. You screamed as his thrusts were slow, but powerful, your legs shaking as he slammed his cock into you. You could feel every inch of him fill you up, to then suddenly have it gone. Your vision began turning white as the familiar rush of an orgasm was fast approaching.

You arched your back as Byakuya’s hand circled your clit, rubbing it in tandem with his thrusts. You cried out as your orgasm hit you again.

But Byakuya didn’t stop this time. Instead, he began to increase his pace, slamming his cock out of your drooling pussy. The obscene sounds, coupled with his moans and your screams, filled the room.

In the back of your mind, you wondered how lucky you were to be fucked like this. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him in for a kiss as he pounded away at your cunt. You pulled away to let out another cry, your body trembling as another orgasm claimed you.

Byakuya pulled his cock out once you came again and placed his cock on your mouth.

“Finish what you started.” He ordered, tapping his cock across your face. You immediately obliged, tasting your pussy juices all over his thick shaft. You began to drool around him, happily and loudly moaning as you bobbed your head along.

Byakuya nestled his hand into your hair again and gently pulled you off from his cock. His hand immediately stroking his cock, “close your eyes” he panted softly, as you felt hot, thick spurts of his cum land all over your face.

You sighed blissfully. You never really swallowed a client’s cum unless they asked, but you wanted to taste him. Opening your eyes, you looked at him dead on, scooping some of his cooling cum on to your finger and tasting it.

“Delicious, Kuchiki-sama” you beamed, the rest of his cum still covering your face. Byakuya chuckled softly, entranced at the sight. “In return… Let me wash you up and you can be on your way.” Giving him a wink.

Byakuya approached concierge and paid ¥350,000 for his time. He didn’t blink at the cost as he handed over the card he used for when he was in the World of the Living.

“I hope everything was to your liking, Kuchiki-san!” Remarked the woman at the front desk.

“Yes, it was much needed.” He murmured, not delving more into it.

“If you’d like, I can book you again.”

Byakuya closed his eyes in thought. “Yes, I’d like to see her in two weeks.” The receptionist took down his preferred day and time, scheduling him in.

“Thanks again for your patronage!”

Byakuya came back to Seireitei, his short-lived vacation finished. Things were running as normal in Squad 6, with Renji updating him on any pressing issues and concerns he needed to address. Once that was taken care of, Byakuya decided to pay a visit to Captain Kotetsu, bringing her a box of expensive wagashi.

Captain Kotetsu’s face was deeply pink as Byakuya strolled in to her office. No words were spoken as she stared down at the floor.

“Thank you for the recommendation, Captain Kotetsu.” Byakuya said, his voice as even as ever. “This gift is a token of my appreciation.”

Isane laughed out of nerves, immediately thanking him and giving a deep bow. Nothing else was said as Byakuya took his leave.

Isane patted her face, trying not to think of what Byakuya “appreciated.”

Back at the Soapland, you and the receptionist were catching up. “Kuchiki-san seemed to really like your work! You’ve gotten a lot of new clients lately” Your friend beamed, as she typed away appointment reminders.

“He’s very…” a blush appearing on your face, “skilled. I’m definitely glad to see him again.” Your friend laughed at the comment, “honestly I’m really grateful the people I’m seeing know how fuck a woman, you know?” You sighed happily.

The receptionist stopped typing and turned to you, “so who do you think was better?” She pulled up your file, seeing all the names you had for future bookings. “There’s Kotetsu-san, Kenpachi-san, Kyoraku-san… Shihouin-san, Urahara-san… or Kuchiki-san?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in concentration. Putting your hand to your chin, you were deep in thought, “Hm… I would have to say…”

READER IS LIVING HER BEST LIFE AND WE LOVE THAT FOR HER!! Who do you think reader enjoyed the most?! HAHAHAHA

Yeah yeah yeah I wanted to write Byakuya at a Soapland because I think his ass would hate to be caught dead there but he needs to let loose once in a while (and reader is gonna make sure that happens!!)

ANYWAYS ENJOY!!!

Shinji: Do you mind if I come in? Mayuri: Not at all. Do you mind if I leave?

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Szayelaporro x Reader

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Warning: smut heavy, some angst, mention of mental health struggles, Foursome, clone fucking, anal, vaginal, oral, handcuffs, messy sex, overstimulated, usage of pills, dildo, dildo up male’s ass, prostate stimulation, sex marathon for hours, birthday sex, pet names used: good girl, fuck toy, darling, lab rat.

🩷 H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y 🩷 @saltychonk LOVE YOU to the moon HELL and back! <3

Thank you for beta read so I have all my dicks in order. @kryptoniteforsale @whitefoxfiction

You stir in your bed, unsettled by the uncanny sensation of being watched. And sure enough, the moment your drowsy eyes flutter open, you’re met with the familiar sight of your boyfriend — an Arrancar who occasionally pays you a visit when he needs something. 

You blink a few more times, trying to shake the last bit of sleep. Your vision was still a little blurry, so you weren’t too surprised when you saw him in triplicate. It wasn’t until one moved to the right and the others didn’t follow that you realized it wasn’t your vision that was out of whack—it was your head.

“What the hell? I see three of you!”, you said while blinking hard.

He gave you one of those sexy smirks while sliding his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his long, slender middle finger. The other two followed suit. 

You rubbed your eyes to clear the grogginess, the blurry haze around your peripheral vision slowly fading away.

Yup. It wasn’t your vision at all. 

There they stood, cocky smirks planted on their perfectly symmetrical faces and each of them held a small, neatly wrapped present.

“What is all this?”, you asked as you slowly sat up.

“It’s May the 9th”, one of them reminded you.

“I know it’s my birthday. But since when did you ever give a fuck?” You had been with him for three years. Every year he made excuses and never showed up on your birthday. So you weren’t really expecting much from him this year either. Especially not triplets. It seemed like he was trying to make up for the last three years all at once. 

“I wasn’t going to have you sulk all alone in your room on your birthday. Now be more appreciative and give your gratitude”, he replied with excitement that gave you whiplash. The one who did most of the talking may be the real Szayelaporro. That was the logic you were going to go with. 

“So you made me clones of yourself for my birthday? Great. Triple the headache”. You rolled your eyes and exaggerated your annoyance. On the surface, you appeared irritated and unimpressed but on the inside you were ready to pounce on all three. Didn’t help your hormones were a train wreck and got you horny at the worst of times. Maybe he had a play in it. He was always giving you weird concoctions to try. And you being his experimental human partner, took whatever he had you swallow without hesitation. You have yet to grow an extra limb. So that was enough to trust him. For now. 

“You certainly know how to fool yourself. I can smell your pussy squeezing the emptiness. Why don’t we give it something to squeeze onto?”

“I ain’t squeezing anything! Freak!”, you denied while staring at the gifts they held in their hands. “Gimme gimme”, you ordered while putting out your empty hands.

The first one stepped forward and placed their gift in your palms. You brought it upto your ears and gave it a little shake and something rattled inside. You were cautious because they all wore that eager grin.

You unwrapped the gift and found yourself holding a small key. You raised an eyebrow and examined the shiny metal for some clues. “Did you get me a car?”

“Not exactly”, the first one replied. Was he the real Szayelaporro?

“Ah…so is this a puzzle I have to solve? How exciting!”, you said sarcastically and tossed the key to the side with disappointment. Of course he would make you work for your birthday gifts on your birthday. Someone had to explain to this narcissist that birthdays are special occasions, and not an opportunity for his own personal entertainment.

The second one stepped forward and placed his gift onto your open palms. You slowly unwrapped the present and gave out a deep sigh. It was a bottle of pink pills. 

“Now you want me to try an experimental drug on my birthday? I can’t be bothered with the third one”, you sighed with disappointment and tossed the pill bottle to the side. 

You were ready to get up from the bed but the third Szayelaporro towered before you. He grabbed your hand by the wrist and forced the third present into your hands. 

“Open it. If this one disappoints you, we will pack up and leave”, he explained. 

As if he was the one to keep his promises. But then again, your birthdays were always a disappointment to begin with. How much worse could it get?

You unravel the gift, slowly peeling away the paper. The present was much bigger than the other two so at least that held up some ounce of enthusiasm.

“Huh?” You blink a few times as you hold a thick glass dildo to your face, the transparent glass magnifying your facial features. “Ok, first off, pervert. Secondly, I ain’t surprised. And finally, could have started off with this gift”.

All three of them chuckled and the third one who gave you the delicate glass dildo leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours. “And ruin the surprise for my sweet lab rat? Now, did my rat figure out the maze?”

He was definitely playing a game here. A puzzle? A riddle? You couldn’t tell. Your deep silence told them that you were stumped. 

“You get to pick one gift. And rest will go back to us. And we are about to have a little party here. Just the four of us! So pick wisely, my darling”.

“Hell, what!!! A foursome?” Not that it wasn’t something you never imagined but in reality it sounded very intimidating, and with Szayelaporro, very dangerous!

“Well we do have to make up for the parties we missed in the last three years. So tell me, which one will you pick?”

You look at the selection of gifts that were displayed before you. A key, a bottle of strange pills and a glass dildo. Of course you picked the most innocent one. The key!!!

“Are you sure darling?”

“Ya I am sure!!!” Your confidence will not be faltered by self doubt and his trickeries.

“Very well”. He took the rest of the items and began preparing for the little ‘party’. Preparing in a way where everyone was stripped of all their clothes, including yourself.

You watched as one of the Szayelaporro took the strange pill. The other prepared his hole with some gel and you assumed the glass dildo was going up his tight asshole. You would pity his tight hole but you know he wouldn’t have given the same level of empathy if you were on the receiving end. 

The third one was without a gift. He held a tray of shot glasses and offered them to everyone. You took the glass and made your toast and chugged it down. 

It wasn’t alcohol.

It wasn’t soda either.

But everyone else took the same shots so it didn’t matter what was in it. 

The third Szayelaporro who was without a gift suddenly laid on his back and had the other two shackle him with cuffs. They made sure both his hands were securely in place and bound to the bedpost. You just stood there in awe, now understanding what the key was for. In your hands, you probably held the key to the handcuffs and you wondered if they planned to do some weird experiments on the one who was shackled up. 

It seems like you got the better end of the bargain. You got immunity.

But you were wrong.

You were NOT the one granted immunity. 

“Shit”, you gasped and suddenly felt a wave of heat creep up your body. Although your skin was covered in goosebumps like a carpet, your insides were burning. You glanced around and noticed two of the three Szayelaporro were already hard and dripping precum. The one bound to the bedpost and the one with a fat dildo up his ass were in the same pathetic state as yourself. A mindless horny mess. The one who took the pill was the only one who seemed to have his senses intact.

“Shit! So you put something in the shots and the pill was an antidote?”, you whispered, your legs barely holding you upright. Your pussy was already leaking a mixture of clear and slippery fluids. You were ready to be bred. 

“How observant and excellent logical thinking. Especially in your current state”, he continued with pride. The other two Szayelaporro were in no position to talk anymore. Whatever those pills contained, it was fucking them up real good. 

“Let me guess. You picked the pill for immunity. So you are the real asshole?” You tensed up— something began to throb on the inside of your pelvis. It was like your beating heart had migrated from your chest and into your pelvic region.

The most coherent Szayelaporro just shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe. What would have I done if you had taken the pills?” he grinned, challenging your sanity one last time. He wasn’t merely indulging in amusement of it all; he was discreetly studying the situation.

“You know me so well. I- I would rather have a dil-dildo up my ass than grab an unmarked bot-bottle of strange pills”, you explained, barely able to carry on a conversation. Your heart was racing and palpitating and so was your clit. You wanted this asshole to ravish you from the inside out— with no reservations and absolutely no hesitation. Yet your stubbornness clings to you still—a final, desperate attempt to preserve the very little dignity left. 

Whoever was the real Szayelaporro, it didn't matter anymore. It never mattered. His clones were his clones. Just as menacing and deranged. 

The two who did not take the antidote were flashing their erect dripping cocks at you as if you were nothing more but a fuck machine. In their eyes, that is exactly what they saw— a body with plenty of holes to use and bury their burning cocks deep within. 

You weren't in any better condition. As time ticked by, your judgment grew cloudy, casting a shadow over the last speck of self-preservation. You were slowly handing yourself over to pleasure, yielding to your fate.

The clear headed Szayelaporro stood before you, back of his hand lightly brushing up against the side of your cheek. “Good girl. Finally becoming my mindless fucktoy?”, he whispered softly. The light touch was enough to make you whimper. Your skin was very sensitive and it sent electrical sparks, awakening every neurological synapse in your body.

“Quit talking! Get that ass over here!”, growled the one who was tied up to the bedpost. He was growing impatient and so was his cock (both growing and becoming impatient).

The one with the glass dildo jammed up his butt stepped forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair. He yanked hard and began to pull you towards the bed, forcing you to straddle the cuffed one’s lap and slide his upright dick into your messy cunt.

Slurp.

Your pussy slurped him in with ease. Your tight muscles grabbed onto his length as if your life depended on it. Because it did. 

The Szayelaporro with free hands (but not a free asshole) guided himself behind you and began to prepare your tight hole. The pressure of the tip of the dildo on his prostate had him shuddering and leaking a steady stream of pre— enough to coat your tight entrance and allow him to slip in with less resistance than otherwise.

What a sight to behold.

And with that thought, the third one with immunity grabbed a chair to entertain himself. Live sensory porn with all the smells and sounds. He took a seat in the ‘splash zone’. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked his length while watching everything unfold.

You rode the one beneath you while the one behind slammed his hips in no particular rhythm. Both were already leaking inside, a messy flow of fluids pooled onto your favorite bed sheets. 

No one said a word. Nothing had to be said. The body did all the talking, fulfilling your deepest darkest request. 

Two dicks simultaneously fucking your holes was now a forbidden fantasy of the past. He caught a glimpse of your kinks through the adult books you read and the fanfictions you were fed. And here you thought he was a self-centered, narcissistic bastard who didn't know you all that well. 

Oh, he knew you well.

He knew your kinks, your desires and your secrets. 

He knew your struggles, your worries and your mental state. 

He read your journals, he saw your colorful art. 

He read each line and he read between those lines. 

He carefully studied your pieces, extrapolated the meaning. 

It pained him. It pained him that he wasn't the cause of your grief. 

To make you forget it all, for at least one day, he made you a mindless slut on your birthday. You had been reduced to a mindless sex addict along with his unhinged clones. 

“Let it all go”, he whispered on the chair, stroking his cock fast while watching you melt between the two bodies without a care in the world.

An hour turned to three, you were still at it with the three. Eventually, the one on the chair decided to join the party and fill your third hole. 

All holes plugged, your muffled moans sounded more like begging. Begging to not stop because if they did, the weight of the world would come crashing. 

Even the immune Szayelaporro, who was mercilessly throat fucking your pretty face, had succumb to pleasure and couldn't stop moving his hips. Balls slapping against your chins, a fist full of your hair to lock you in place.  

The room was filthy. The sounds were even filthier. The smell of sex and cum was sure to seep into the furniture and linger in the air for days to come.

“Fuck”. All three came in unison. You were already twitching, not sure if you were having an orgasm or recovering from the previous one. You lost count. So did they. 

The party continued even though the ‘drug’ wore off an hour ago. Was there even a legit drug to begin with? Or was it just a placebo? Those were questions for you to ponder upon later once you are sound of mind. 

Everyone slowly pulled out of your well used holes with an audible pop and a messy splatter. You collapse on the one below you, his wrists bruised and red from the straining cuffs. 

Once you catch your breath, you reach for the key to free the one beneath you. 

But the key didn't work.

“What the hell?”. You fumbled and tried again.

“The key isn't for the cuff, darling”, one of them explained.

“Then what the fuck is it for?”, you asked. 

Szayelaporro, who was supposedly ‘immune’ the entire time, grabbed your hand by the wrist and placed it on his heartless chest.

“A key to my heart”, he said with a straight face, holding your hand firmly against his chest.

Your eyes soften, your heart skipped a beat. The intense sex marathon you just had didn't break you, but this was about to. 

“Wh…what?”, came your breathless gasp. 

It took a few seconds for the dynamic to shift. The three Szayelaporro gave out a manic cry of laughter. 

“You should have seen your face”, the one holding your hand gave you a cocky and mocking smile.

“Oh fuck off!” you spat.

“I don't think your holes can handle another round of that. But if you insist”. The two were stroking their tired angry cocks again to prepare for the second wind. The third one started grinding his hips from below. 

“Hold on! Stop! Put on the breaks. Tell me what the key is for?” you insisted. Your stubbornness has returned. 

He held your hand again, this time the one holding the key. His face was serious, for real this time.

“A key to the gates of hell. Because that is where I am headed”. He leaned forward to whisper into your ears. “And you are coming with me, my love”.

The key was metaphoric— representing freedom and liberation from this world, from your struggles and from your woes.

“Happy Birthday darling. Times three and no more”. 

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