ficlet dump from Bleack Kink Meme
From yesterday's Bleach Kink Meme this is my contribution. There are still a lot of unclaimed prompts, and a lot of kinks not yet done.
Title: Dirty
Pairing: Gin/Orihime
Rating: NC-17
Kink: Consensual bloodplay
She felt dirty. Every time she felt his hands on her, his breath on her neck she felt like she could die of shame. He was nothing like Kurosaki-kun, and his mere presence was enough to remind her of where she was.
"Orihime-chan," his mockingly sweet voice whispered in her ear while he thrust inside her.
She arched and came, closing her eyes so she didn't have to see his smile, that creepy smile that hid everything.
His tongue moved down her neck until it reached her breast, laving her nipples while she shuddered and gasped. "Ichimaru-san!"
"What do you want, Orihime-chan?" he said, staying still inside her for an instant.
"I--" she couldn't say it.
"Orihime-chan," his sing-song voice forced her to open her eyes, knowing he was getting annoyed.
She looked at the side, and could feel the tears stinging her eyes at the sight of the broken Zangetsu.
"Ahh, the zanpakutou," his smile widened, acquiring an edge.
He withdrew, and she moaned at the loss. The next second he was back on top of her, entering her in one hard thrust and brushing her breast with the remnants of the sword. Not enough to fight, as Kurosaki had discovered, but still sharp enough to make the blood swell and run down her round breasts.
"Ah, Ichimaru-san, please, deeper," she begged, and both of them knew what she was referring to.
He complied, driving into her deep and hard while Orihime cried out in pleasure and despair.
"Deeper," she closed her eyes again, hoping that this time he would make a mistake and cut her really deep.
She still had them closed when it was over. When she opened them again she was alone in the room, the broken zanpakutou back on its place.
She knew she had a few days to heal before she needed to call him again, wishing that would be day he finally went too far. She was too much of a coward to do it herself.
She cried remembering what her friends had done to try to free her, the least she could do was bleed for them.
Title: Lessons
Pairing: Matsumoto/Hitsugaya
Rating: NC-17
Kink: Teacher student role-play, dildo, spanking
This had to be the worst idea in the history of really bad ideas.
"Matsumoto," Toushirou said embarrassed, feeling the cold air hitting his bare arse.
"It's Matsumoto-sensei for now, Toushirou-kun," a sharp smack on his arse made him jump against the desk, and he bit his tongue not to curse.
Definitely a bad idea.
"Do you know what a bad boy had you been, Toushirou-kun?" she said, her hand caressing his buttock when she had hit him.
"Do you know how clichéd you sound, Matsumoto? Ouch!" another smack, harder this time convinced him to shut his mouth. He had agreed to this, now he had to carry it to the end.
"Skipping classes for no reason, disrespecting your teacher, and finally failing the test so spectacularly. You wanted to be punished, Toushirou-kun."
Another smack, and another, and then some more, until Toushirou felt his arse was about to combust from sheet hotness. Some other part of his brain seemed to think it was hot as well, he realized after his cock, hard and already dripping, rubbed against the desk.
He moaned.
Matsumoto stopped and took a step back, looking at him. "You do like this, Toushirou-kun." She smiled, and he shuddered. That smile meant trouble, more trouble. "This is not proper punishment if you enjoy it."
Matsumoto opened one of the drawers and took something out. "I wasn't planning in using this today," she said, as if she was talking about the weather, and Toushirou moved his head to see her holding a violet dildo in her hand.
"No way, Matsumoto."
"It's Matsumoto-sensei, Toushirou-kun," she delivered another smack, and a groan fell from his lips.
He was doomed.
The feeling of that thing pressing into his arse was strange, and slightly painful but nothing unbearable. Matsumoto was bent over him and he could feel her breast on his back while she entered slowly with the dildo. And then she turned it on, and he shouted.
That thing moved in a circle motion touching something inside him while Matsumoto thrust it in and out of his body.
"Matsumoto!" he shouted.
"Matsumoto-sensei," she corrected him softly, pressing the thing deeper inside.
"Fuck," he said, and all his body stiffened, his cock spurting on to of the desk in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
His face burning but feeling more relaxed he had in a long time; he waited for her to take that thing out.
When she did he turned round to look at her, and then Toushirou smiled and dropped to his knees.
Matsumoto was sitting at the chair, her legs spread open and her hand already moving to touch her pussy. Taking her hands off, Toushirou buried his face between her thighs and put his tongue to work.
It hadn't been that bad idea to play out his fantasy. He couldn't wait to see what she came out with next.
Title: Blame
Pairing: Gin/Hitsugaya
Rating:NC-17
Kink: Humiliation, Mirror sex, ropes, dildo
The cloth tasted of sweat and dirt, and was down enough his throat Toushirou was afraid he would die of asphyxiation or chocking in his own vomit.
That was the least of his problems.
How the hell had he ended in that situation? Matsumoto was the one to blame. Only he couldn't pin the blame on her, not when he could see her blood stained hair on the floor not too far from where he was. She was still alive, but he didn't know how long that would last.
"Are you worried about your fukutaichou, Hitsugaya-taichou?" the voice belonged to the person he hated the most, and Toushirou had to suppress a shiver. He stared resolutely ahead, only to be confronted with the sight of his own naked body in the mirror Ichimaru had deposited in the middle of the room. "We may still be in time to save her, if only you weren't so stubborn," Ichimaru said conversationally.
Hitsugaya glared at him on the mirror.
Ichimaru was sitting in a couch behind him, his clothes gaping open and exposing his hard body. Hitsugaya closed his eyes, not wanting to see.
"You only need to submit to me, Hitsugaya-taichou, and I'll get help for her." Ichimaru smiled, "but hurry up, I don't know how long she will last."
Toushirou knew that; hanging his head he nodded. He had no other choice.
"Good, I knew you would see reason."
The next he knew, the cloth was being removed from his mouth. Sucking a huge breath, he tried to cleanse his lungs and mouth. "I'll kill you for this, Ichimaru," he rasped, and the bastard laughed.
"You can try, Shiro-chan," he said mockingly, before pressing his cock against Toushirou's mouth.
Defeated, he opened his mouth and took him in, trying not choke. His eyes stinging with suppressed tears, he sucked and licked the flesh in his mouth, thinking all the time in getting Ichimaru to come before Matsumoto ran out of time.
"Look at yourself, Hitsugaya-taichou," Ichimaru said, pointing at the mirror. "This is the perfect position for you, on your knees putting that sharp tongue to good use. Do you like it?"
He didn't want to, but he had to look and then closed his eyes to the image. He hadn't felt so ashamed in his all life, tied up, naked and kneeling in front of his enemy, completely helpless.
"Something is missing," Ichimaru said, and he withdrew and moved to a corner or the room. "Aha!" he went to sit again. "Come here, Shiro-chan."
Toushirou did, crawling to him, unable to stand up because of the ropes digging into his skin.
"Continue, and be careful with those teeth," Ichimaru said, his hands caressing Toushirou's back lightly, moving down till they reached his arse.
The fingers pressed against his opening, and Toushirou stiffened, dreading what was coming.
Riding the pain while he continued sucking on Ichimaru's cock, Toushirou thought about his revenge. He wasn't going to leave things like that, if they didn't kill him, Ichimaru had better find a place to hide. And then there was something else at his entrance, something bigger and colder. He had to hold a scream when that pushed inside, the pain sharp and intense.
He moaned in pain around the flesh in his mouth, the tears finally falling.
"There you go, now you look perfect." Ichimaru touched the thing inside him and it started vibrating, increasing the pain while sending strange sparks through his spine. "Don’t stop what you're doing, Shiro-chan."
And he continued, not caring anymore if he was crying freely now.
It was all Matsumoto's fault that he was in that position now, but remembering why she had fallen he realised that maybe he was the one to blame.
Title: Dirty
Pairing: Gin/Orihime
Rating: NC-17
Kink: Consensual bloodplay
She felt dirty. Every time she felt his hands on her, his breath on her neck she felt like she could die of shame. He was nothing like Kurosaki-kun, and his mere presence was enough to remind her of where she was.
"Orihime-chan," his mockingly sweet voice whispered in her ear while he thrust inside her.
She arched and came, closing her eyes so she didn't have to see his smile, that creepy smile that hid everything.
His tongue moved down her neck until it reached her breast, laving her nipples while she shuddered and gasped. "Ichimaru-san!"
"What do you want, Orihime-chan?" he said, staying still inside her for an instant.
"I--" she couldn't say it.
"Orihime-chan," his sing-song voice forced her to open her eyes, knowing he was getting annoyed.
She looked at the side, and could feel the tears stinging her eyes at the sight of the broken Zangetsu.
"Ahh, the zanpakutou," his smile widened, acquiring an edge.
He withdrew, and she moaned at the loss. The next second he was back on top of her, entering her in one hard thrust and brushing her breast with the remnants of the sword. Not enough to fight, as Kurosaki had discovered, but still sharp enough to make the blood swell and run down her round breasts.
"Ah, Ichimaru-san, please, deeper," she begged, and both of them knew what she was referring to.
He complied, driving into her deep and hard while Orihime cried out in pleasure and despair.
"Deeper," she closed her eyes again, hoping that this time he would make a mistake and cut her really deep.
She still had them closed when it was over. When she opened them again she was alone in the room, the broken zanpakutou back on its place.
She knew she had a few days to heal before she needed to call him again, wishing that would be day he finally went too far. She was too much of a coward to do it herself.
She cried remembering what her friends had done to try to free her, the least she could do was bleed for them.
Title: Lessons
Pairing: Matsumoto/Hitsugaya
Rating: NC-17
Kink: Teacher student role-play, dildo, spanking
This had to be the worst idea in the history of really bad ideas.
"Matsumoto," Toushirou said embarrassed, feeling the cold air hitting his bare arse.
"It's Matsumoto-sensei for now, Toushirou-kun," a sharp smack on his arse made him jump against the desk, and he bit his tongue not to curse.
Definitely a bad idea.
"Do you know what a bad boy had you been, Toushirou-kun?" she said, her hand caressing his buttock when she had hit him.
"Do you know how clichéd you sound, Matsumoto? Ouch!" another smack, harder this time convinced him to shut his mouth. He had agreed to this, now he had to carry it to the end.
"Skipping classes for no reason, disrespecting your teacher, and finally failing the test so spectacularly. You wanted to be punished, Toushirou-kun."
Another smack, and another, and then some more, until Toushirou felt his arse was about to combust from sheet hotness. Some other part of his brain seemed to think it was hot as well, he realized after his cock, hard and already dripping, rubbed against the desk.
He moaned.
Matsumoto stopped and took a step back, looking at him. "You do like this, Toushirou-kun." She smiled, and he shuddered. That smile meant trouble, more trouble. "This is not proper punishment if you enjoy it."
Matsumoto opened one of the drawers and took something out. "I wasn't planning in using this today," she said, as if she was talking about the weather, and Toushirou moved his head to see her holding a violet dildo in her hand.
"No way, Matsumoto."
"It's Matsumoto-sensei, Toushirou-kun," she delivered another smack, and a groan fell from his lips.
He was doomed.
The feeling of that thing pressing into his arse was strange, and slightly painful but nothing unbearable. Matsumoto was bent over him and he could feel her breast on his back while she entered slowly with the dildo. And then she turned it on, and he shouted.
That thing moved in a circle motion touching something inside him while Matsumoto thrust it in and out of his body.
"Matsumoto!" he shouted.
"Matsumoto-sensei," she corrected him softly, pressing the thing deeper inside.
"Fuck," he said, and all his body stiffened, his cock spurting on to of the desk in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
His face burning but feeling more relaxed he had in a long time; he waited for her to take that thing out.
When she did he turned round to look at her, and then Toushirou smiled and dropped to his knees.
Matsumoto was sitting at the chair, her legs spread open and her hand already moving to touch her pussy. Taking her hands off, Toushirou buried his face between her thighs and put his tongue to work.
It hadn't been that bad idea to play out his fantasy. He couldn't wait to see what she came out with next.
Title: Blame
Pairing: Gin/Hitsugaya
Rating:NC-17
Kink: Humiliation, Mirror sex, ropes, dildo
The cloth tasted of sweat and dirt, and was down enough his throat Toushirou was afraid he would die of asphyxiation or chocking in his own vomit.
That was the least of his problems.
How the hell had he ended in that situation? Matsumoto was the one to blame. Only he couldn't pin the blame on her, not when he could see her blood stained hair on the floor not too far from where he was. She was still alive, but he didn't know how long that would last.
"Are you worried about your fukutaichou, Hitsugaya-taichou?" the voice belonged to the person he hated the most, and Toushirou had to suppress a shiver. He stared resolutely ahead, only to be confronted with the sight of his own naked body in the mirror Ichimaru had deposited in the middle of the room. "We may still be in time to save her, if only you weren't so stubborn," Ichimaru said conversationally.
Hitsugaya glared at him on the mirror.
Ichimaru was sitting in a couch behind him, his clothes gaping open and exposing his hard body. Hitsugaya closed his eyes, not wanting to see.
"You only need to submit to me, Hitsugaya-taichou, and I'll get help for her." Ichimaru smiled, "but hurry up, I don't know how long she will last."
Toushirou knew that; hanging his head he nodded. He had no other choice.
"Good, I knew you would see reason."
The next he knew, the cloth was being removed from his mouth. Sucking a huge breath, he tried to cleanse his lungs and mouth. "I'll kill you for this, Ichimaru," he rasped, and the bastard laughed.
"You can try, Shiro-chan," he said mockingly, before pressing his cock against Toushirou's mouth.
Defeated, he opened his mouth and took him in, trying not choke. His eyes stinging with suppressed tears, he sucked and licked the flesh in his mouth, thinking all the time in getting Ichimaru to come before Matsumoto ran out of time.
"Look at yourself, Hitsugaya-taichou," Ichimaru said, pointing at the mirror. "This is the perfect position for you, on your knees putting that sharp tongue to good use. Do you like it?"
He didn't want to, but he had to look and then closed his eyes to the image. He hadn't felt so ashamed in his all life, tied up, naked and kneeling in front of his enemy, completely helpless.
"Something is missing," Ichimaru said, and he withdrew and moved to a corner or the room. "Aha!" he went to sit again. "Come here, Shiro-chan."
Toushirou did, crawling to him, unable to stand up because of the ropes digging into his skin.
"Continue, and be careful with those teeth," Ichimaru said, his hands caressing Toushirou's back lightly, moving down till they reached his arse.
The fingers pressed against his opening, and Toushirou stiffened, dreading what was coming.
Riding the pain while he continued sucking on Ichimaru's cock, Toushirou thought about his revenge. He wasn't going to leave things like that, if they didn't kill him, Ichimaru had better find a place to hide. And then there was something else at his entrance, something bigger and colder. He had to hold a scream when that pushed inside, the pain sharp and intense.
He moaned in pain around the flesh in his mouth, the tears finally falling.
"There you go, now you look perfect." Ichimaru touched the thing inside him and it started vibrating, increasing the pain while sending strange sparks through his spine. "Don’t stop what you're doing, Shiro-chan."
And he continued, not caring anymore if he was crying freely now.
It was all Matsumoto's fault that he was in that position now, but remembering why she had fallen he realised that maybe he was the one to blame.