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Gasoline: Take Me to Eden

Masterlist

Higuchi answers questions and leaves them wanting to ask more.

Warnings: callback to chapter four Wicked Game (Higuzai smut), and reference to previous boss’ murder

Notes: Part Two- Death is the Piece of Mind.

“I don’t lead the Port Mafia Osamu.” She takes a step out the door, back to them all. “I am the Port Mafia.”

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PART TWO IS UP ON AO3 Gasoline ch12 Take Me to Eden

Witch higuchi, aftermath of the reveal and her knowing always knowing Tachihara was/is a traitor

So I am working on this right now got like half way through and realised you may have meant the "Death is a Piece of Mind" oneshot in Gasoline LOL but had already started writing a new reveal post but I've also reached a spot where my brain is like okay so... do the people want big powerful Higuchi reveal or she's the actual port mafia leader reveal on top of her revealing that she knows about Tachihara.

You might get two chapters just for you because I'm going down my own rabbit hole.

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Me: swamped by assignments

Also me: I really want to write more Higuchi oneshots out of nowhere

So if you want to be patient while I do this next essayyyyy feel free to shoot me some Higuchi requests for any of my works for her.

General (which is pretty much anything related to canon or doesn’t fit the themes we have lol)

Witch

Hexenbeist (from Grimm tv show)

Werewolf

You know the drill smut, fluff and angst are on the table

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It’s my birthday! I am now 25 🎂

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Mint Kisses

Masterlist

Of all the things that got him going, the sight of his girl in pretty mint green lingerie was not what he expected would rile him up today.

Warnings: smut | Shinji Hirako x reader fem

Notes: I was in a mood. - the lingerie

Oh and also @tomitsulikeslemons for being so patient

Shinji Hirako knew returning to his former position as Captain of the Fifth Division would be interesting. There were new members who had no idea who he was and some who did.

Especially her.

Fuck he missed her. Missed how her skin felt against his, how she would bend to his needs time and time again.

She hadn’t changed.

“Captain.” She whined, face scrunched in pleasure.

“Yeah?” His mouth pressed against her thigh, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

“You’re teasing.” Her lips formed a pout, one that made him groan.

“You started it.” He replied, lips finally ghosting over her pussy. “Wearing that pretty green thing, pure fucking sex.”

Of all the things that got him going, the sight of his girl in pretty mint green lingerie was not what he expected would rile him up today.

She whined again as his mouth pressed against her covered core, the lace doing nothing to hide her desire. His tongue pressed against the hot, wet fabric.

"Your tongue piercing." She reminds him.

He grins in return, lifting up slightly so his fingers can slip beneath the flimsy fabric and pull it down her thighs.

“Shinji.” She whines again.

“What? Don’t want to ruin the moment and get it stuck on this pretty little thing now do we?”

“Stop teasin’ me.” His teeth nipped against her thigh before sliding his tongue back against her cunt. "Shit."

"Atta girl." He sighs in bliss against her.

His tongue lapped between her folds, circling her clit, piercing rubbing against the bundle of nerves as well, making her thighs twitch every single time.

Shinji's eyes roamed upwards to see her scrunched up face peeking between a valley of temptation barely covered by more thin mint lace.

He groaned, hips rocking into the bed below.

"Fuck darlin' you really know how to drive me wild." His mouth moved against her still, determined to bring her to release with that alone.

And then he'd bring her to release again with his cock.

"Missed you." Her voice was breathy, face flushed as her fingers slid into his hair. "Missed you so much Shinji."

"Missed me or my tongue darlin'?" His teeth grazed her clit, tongue moving to soothe the sensation- or worsen it, he didn't really mind which and knew she didn't either. "I spent more time down here than my cock ever did."

A low whine leaves her, her hand tugs his hair, trying to pull him up and away as her thighs begin to spasm and hips undulate.

"You- you mhm." Her chest heaves as her mouth drops open to moan as he delivers one final swipe of his tongue.

"I what?" He lets her drag him up her body, slotting between her thighs, mouth meeting hers in a searing kiss. He pulls back with a laugh. "Why do you also taste like mint?"

"Because I wanted to be on theme." She says breathily. "And I know you like mint... as proven moments ago."

He stares down at her with piercing brown eyes, his body flush against hers and the lingering mint lace rubbing against his chest. Shinji hummed, rolling his hips forward to grind against her while his mouth moved along her jaw, ghosting down her throat. 

“Shinji.” She moaned again, breathless and needy just like he loved. 

“Already want more darlin’?” He smirked against her skin. “So insatiable.” 

Her legs hooked around his waist, heels digging into his lower back. Her only warning to hurry it seems as her head rolled back against the pillows, revealing more of that precious skin for his lips and teeth to mark. 

Shinji wasted no more time sliding his hand between their bodies, to help ease into her. He was slow, stretching her open for him- a divine moan falling from her lips following a gasp. 

Shit. 

He’d missed this. 

One hundred years hadn’t been enough time to forget the feel of her.

The way her body melted beneath his, the breathless way she said his name or the way she looked at him like he was all she needed. The way she molded around him and the way she arched into every thrust. 

But she just had to wear that fucking lingerie that made his brain short circut and his cock immediately crave her attention. 

He tried to keep a steady pace as the flimsy lace rubbed against his nipples. His hips stuttered instead and a growl left his lips. 

“Take this thing off before I rip it away.” He says against her throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin sure to leave a mark. 

Another thrust as she arches up, her arm sliding beneath her body to unclasp the stupid fucking thing- the drool worthy, mind emptying mint green lingerie. It slid down her arms seconds later, revealing her breasts- not that the lace had covered them in the first place. 

“Remind me to wear this whenever I want your attention Captain.” Her lips ghost against his before she settled beneath him again, her hands now sliding up his back like she was trying to tempt him even more.

It was working. 

By the Soul King was it fucking working. 

His mouth crashed against hers in a heated, messy kiss as his hips rocked forward again and again. His right hand slid down her body, hooking beneath her knee and lifting it upwards, changing the angle. 

“Fuck darlin’.” He moans, head dropping down to her shoulder as his pace quickens. 

Her nails dig into his back, her hips rocking up to meet his- whatever rhythm they’d had long gone as they raced for their releases. Her heel dug further into his lower back, her thighs tensing and- 

Oh-

Something else he had missed greatly.

She undulated beneath him, walls fluttering around his cock as she gasped and whined beneath him. 

“Shinji-fuck-Shinji.” His name was a mantra on her lips as her body shuddered.

That was all it took as one final thrust turned into his downfall, spilling into her and joining her as pleasure wracked through their bodies.

It felt like an eternity had passed by the time their orgasm’s rode out. Both panting heavily and just… staring into the others eyes- pure affection in their lingering gaze. 

“Hey.” She says softly. Her breath still smelt faintly of mint. 

“Hey.” He replies. 

Shinji lets his brown eyes wander her face, from the kiss swollen lips, to the faint marks along her jaw blooming- that he had done well before she had revealed the mint green lingerie. He is also fully aware of the matching marks he had left along her thighs the second he’d slotted himself between her legs. 

He really did miss this- miss her- and though he didn’t want to admit it out loud he’s glad she had missed him too. Glad that she had waited for him even if she didn’t know he was alive. Glad he had waited for her. 

Then it struck him- why he had missed her so deeply.

“You wanna know something darlin’?” He asks, lips barely a breath away from hers.

“That you missed me?” She smiles. 

“That’s true…” His nose bumps her softly. “But thought you should know- I love you.” 

“I love you too Shinji. Never stopped.” 

His mouth was on hers again only seconds later, tasting those sweet mint kisses.

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Colours and Lace- Mint Kisses update

ITS NEARLY FUCKING FINISHED

It’s not going to be super long- I mean my oneshots rarely are and all of the Colours and Lace ones are just straight smut so..

But yes getting there. I’m on a short uni break now so I will try to also get Midnight Marks done soon too. Lavender Dreams and Scarlet Touch I’d love to say will get done soon also so fingers crossed.

Idk if anyone wants to be tagged or something let me know

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Me: starts writing Mint Kisses for the Colours and Lace Oneshots

Also me: has two essays and an exam

(Well one essay I finished the other one on Monday)

Anyway my brain is being noisy with other ideas

Mainly Shunsui Kyoraku x Daughter of Yamamoto ideas

Like

Like SO MANY IDEASSSSSSS

And yet stupid uni is in the wayyyyyyyyy

Praise Loki for the chaos but also pls my brain smol good trickster

I think I just need a brain break to write something fun …. 🤷🏻‍♀️

I kinda love the idea of her (if we go with younger / secret) if she’s in Squad 11 because 1. I love squad 11 and 2. Yumichika 3&4 is Ikkaku, Kenny and Yachiru. She’d be a no nonsense or a quiet member of the squad and get to show off sometimes

CRACK

One night stand was purely cuz I had this hilarious idea yonks back of doing a time travel fic of bleach men x oc’s kids where they and adult Toshiro get sent on a mission and it’s pure crack chaos of them all trying to NOT get caught

Shunsui x oc = Tatsuya Kyoraku

Yumichika x oc = Hikari Ayasegawa

Izuru x oc = Yume Kira

Shuhei x Rangiku = Shouta Hisagi

(Obviously well after she’s healed from Gin because honestly a vibe of a ship and funny)

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What the hell I just published something for Colours and Lace and it’s gone??? Like not even remotely in my drafts or with my posts.

It’s not in queue either. It’s just all gone.

It wasn’t one of the oneshots so I don’t have a copy of it. It was “why I picked the colours/the vibes” post and it’s just gone.

Guess we aren't getting a fun bonus post then...

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Colours and Lace is still happening

I’ve started the oneshots but just heads up to people - I am a uni student and my studies come first! I have a lot of essays and quizzes to do this term. (I did pick history as my major so this is my own fault LOL)

But here’s the beginning of the oneshots haha

I’ll also do a “vibes” post with a kind of reason why I picked these colours.

And feel free to send reqs I might even open this up to BSD and Black Clover

Smut below

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Colours and Lace

Masterlist | AO3

A series of smut where pretty lace is on display in varying colours for our lovely Bleach Husbands and fem readers.

Send in a request ♥️

Shinji Hirako - Mint Kisses

Of all the things that got him going, the sight of his girl in pretty mint green lingerie was not what he expected would rile him up today.

Shunsui Kyoraku - Midnight Marks

The midnight blue lace had gotten an immediate reaction from Shunsui… and the demand to not remove it as he pushed her face down onto the bed.

Yumichika Ayasegawa - Lavender Dreams

“It matches your eyes Yumi.” She had said and Yumichika found in that moment that he was no better than any other man in their squad when his pretty wore lavender.

Ikkaku Madarame - Scarlet Touch

Note to self, wearing anything red will lead you to being bent over the nearest surface when in the presence of Ikkaku Madarame.

The colours and vibes

More to come- links will be added as they are uploaded

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𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 | 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: This has been on my mind for quite a long time, and I needed to get the idea out there, otherwise it would start collecting dust.

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: (18+) content, fem!reader, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, clit slapping (teeny-weeny), creampie, smut with plot, dirty talking (more like sweet talking cuz it’s Shunsui), non-established relationship (friends)

➳❥ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 3.5k

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Refusing to let his image be ruined by your assumptions, Kyoraku, ever the charmer, was more than thrilled to let you indulge in the best of what he offered with extra teasing for his favourite girl.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The air in Kyoraku’s office was thick with the scent of warm sake and the lingering sandalwood incense. You sat opposite him on the plush cushions he usually stored in his office for you, Captain’s haori still covering you, crisscrossed with a cup of sake in hand. The porcelain cup swirled between your fingers before you brought it to your lips and gulped the remaining sweet-tasting wine, humming at the smoothness of Kyoraku’s recent choice. Only because you preferred sweeter-tasting wine, he started indulging in your selective palate. Otherwise, it would be his typical bitter-sweet saké he consumed on a regular basis.

Sitting across from you, he lounged in his usually carefree manner, one leg stretched out, the other bent at the knee, elbow propped against the pile of cushions and fingers lazily tracing the rim of his cup. His hat was off, letting his hair down, a sight so rare, even with you, his dearly, beloved favourite person to harass—yet he appeared more at ease as his chestnut hair cascaded over his shoulders. His hairpins were resting on the desk behind him, along with his floral kimono and Captain’s robe—he lounged before you in just his Shihakusho. From where you sat, with the light filtering through the shutters, the plains of his exposed chest, covered in his chestnut hair, appeared more muscular and cushioned than usual.

A perfect picture of relaxation.

Which made it all the more entertaining to disrupt.

Glancing at him through your lashes as you set your cup down, you cleared your throat. “You know,” you mused with a clear penchant for mischief, “I made a little trip to the red-light district yesterday.”

Dark eyes, half-lidded with their usual indolence flickered upwards to meet yours with mild curiosity. You caught his attention loud and clear. “Oh? And what, may I ask, was the occasion?”

“My sister, of course. She’s still the most expensive Oiran in the district. Naturally, I had to stop by and see how she was doing,” you hummed, slowly pouring yourself another cup of wine.

“Ah,” he exhaled with an amused grin. “That explains it. I was beginning to wonder if you’d gone to…indulge yourself when you could have come to me.”

Rolling your eyes at his typical comment, you lifted your cup to your lips for a strong sip. Humming as the warmth seeped through you, you darted your tongue out to catch a stray droplet that escaped your mouth, something Kyoraku noticed and arched a brow at. You made nothing of the action. “Indulging would’ve been interesting, but I was more entertained by the conversations I overheard.”

“Oh?” Kyoraku prompted, his smile deepening as if he had an idea of where the conversation was heading. “And what little tales were being spun yesterday?”

You leaned in slightly, setting your cup aside and resting your chin on your palms as you regarded him. “The ladies from the other houses seemed to be quite taken with you.”

“Ah, that’s nothing new. A man can’t help it if he’s well-loved,” he chuckled and shifted slightly.

“Yes, yes,” you drawled, “but what really caught my attention was how they went on and on about your cock.”

Your words had Kyoraku choking on his sake. In a fit of sputters, he placed his cup down on the lacquered tray with a quiet thud, shoulders shaking with a mixture of laughter and coughs. He fought to gain control, casting you a look of amusement and bewilderment once he was able to. “My, my,” he wheezed, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb. “I wasn’t expecting such an…explicit topic of discussion.”

“Oh please, you shouldn’t be surprised since everything ends up becoming explicit when you’re around,” you teased with a grin. “Apparently, it’s quite the talk of the district. Big, thick, hard to take—the usual.”

Kyoraku exhaled with a single laugh, shaking his head at your description. “What can I say? I’m a generous man.”

Waving your hand at him dismissively, you leaned forward a little more. “Yeah, I’m aware, but—” you lowered your voice with a note of exaggerated scepticism, “—not a single one of them mentioned your skills.”

It was then, he stilled for a fraction of a second, though his expression remained one of easy amusement. This urged you to continue. So, resting your elbows on the table between you, bringing your face near enough that you could see the faintest flicker of curiosity in his sweet, brown eyes, you pursed your lips. “I find it strange. You frequent the district so often enough, and yet, not a single lady had anything to say about how good you are in bed. Just your size. So it makes me wonder…”

“And what exactly are you wondering, sweetheart?” he encouraged, arching a brow in a lazed motion.

“Are the rumours false? Do you actually have nothing but size going for you?” you pondered as though you trying to crack a mystery. “Or—” You reached out like a cat to trail your fingertips against the rim of his cup, gauging his expression through your lashes as you looked up. “—are the rumours about your skill completely exaggerated?”

“A rather bold line of questioning,” he murmured with his eyes heavily set on you, pupils slowly dilating as the minutes dwindled into seconds. “Either I’m all size and no skills, or very little skills.”

You smirked. “I just find it hard to believe, that’s all. A man’s size alone isn’t enough to make him a legend in the red-light district. And yet, here you are, whispered about like some kind of forbidden pleasure,” you dramatically sighed. “A man as lazy as you does nothing more than lie back and let your size do all the work.”

For a moment, a still silence fell over you two. The distant sounds of his men practising in the courtyard could be heard, followed by the gentle tapping of the wisteria against the window. Then, like a predator, he shortened the gap between you, his lips parting for his tongue to lick at the corners before he exhaled. The scent of cherry-flavoured saké on his breath. “And what would you do if you found out?”

You tilted your head innocently. “Depends on the answer.”

“Careful now, Captain,” he purred. “You keep talking like that, and I’ll have to prove you wrong.”

Licking your lips as your eyes darted from his mouth back to his eyes, darkened with his pupils now full-blown. “Oh please. I can handle it just fine. If anything, I bet I’d be disappointed.”

That did it. It was enough challenge to set the man before you, ablaze. There was a sudden shift in the atmosphere, warmer and more intense. You could have sworn you felt a bead of perspiration running down your collarbone and into the confinements of your Shihakusho. Your stomach was performing cartwheels the longer you held his eye contact, your pussy clenching around nothing in anticipation. Gently, ever so tenderly, his hand stretched over the table, as though it had evaporated between you, and cupped your jaw, tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his hungry, yet controlled, stare.

“Is that so?” His voice had dropped, sounding as though he was pouring caramel all over you, despite the edge of challenge. “Then would you care to test that theory, sweetheart?”

You knew better than to accept challenges around Shunsui. The man was a natural at whatever he attempted, and worse yet, anything involving intimacy, he was a professional. You should have shaken your head, laughed him off, and told him that this little leisurely moment was over. Instead, something inside you burned with the desire to prove him wrong, to wipe the smug look off his face. But the way his hand gripped your jaw, his calloused fingers pressing into your skin stirred a heat in your core, leading to a small trickle of your arousal leaking out. “That depends,” you breathed heavily, working up the courage to return his game by running your fingers along the edge of his kosode. “Are you confident you’ll leave me speechless with your so-called skills?”

Using his free hand to push the low table aside, now nothing stood between you both, he knelt over you, hand still cupping your jaw. “Oh darling,” he purred and leaned in to brush his nose against yours, making your stomach drop. “I guarantee it.”

“Big words,” you scoffed, trying to uphold your big-girl attitude.

Bumping his nose against yours, before trailing it across your cheek to run it along your jawline, his lips stopped just at the corner of your mouth. “Experience, darling. Experience.”

“Fine, then,” you challenged. “Prove me wrong.”

And that was how you found yourself exactly where you were now—spread out on the cushions, hakama discarded on the tatami floor, kosode pulled apart to expose your breasts, while Kyoraku held you open and leisurely fucked you into complete submission. Your knuckles nearly cramped on you from how hard you were gripping the cushions, fingers grasping desperately for purchase as your body trembled under the slow, deliberate pace he set. The thick weight of his cock stretched your walls, moulding them to take his shape—permanently—and spreading you open with every drag of his length. The sensation was too much, yet too good. He was so deep, and you refused to acknowledge this, but your body betrayed you.

Your pussy betrayed you.

The first few inches in and she seized up on you, gushing a torrential of juices all over his abdomen, cock and balls. “You were saying?” he teased as his lips curved into a lazy grin, but his eyes burned with satisfaction as he watched you struggle to keep up. “Didn’t even last five seconds before you started squirting all over me. What happened to being unimpressed?” The rich, audacious and humorous laughter that echoed from his lips sunk you into humiliation. Fucking hell, you were done for before you had even started.

Your Captain’s robe was still hanging off your body, a small symbol of dignity to hang on to while he fucked you stupid. One leg over his shoulder, your ankle dangling by his ear, while the other was hooked around his waist, heel digging into his lower back to unintentionally keep him from leaving the warmth of your pussy.

He was between your legs, his calloused hands gripping your thighs so deliciously, leaving his thumb imprints to bloom purple bruises—his signature as a constant reminder to never forget the mess he was about to leave you in. His entire uniform was removed, and haphazardly thrown across the floor, not bothering should someone enter his office and witness the sight of two captains entangled on the floor. His sole focus was watching the way your pussy gripped and swallowed his cock like it was starving for ages. The clear look of satisfaction in his lustful eyes left him smug.

“What was that you said earlier, sweetheart?” he goaded as he bottomed out, watching as your words died on your tongue. Your head flung backwards into the pile of pillows, jaw slackened, and eyes clamped shut as you tried to focus on anything but his cock deep in you, rubbing against your soft spongy spot. However, your legs were giving you away as they trembled around him, your pride fluttering out the window. “Something about not believing in the rumours?”

Grounding his hips against you, your clit getting caught in his pubic hair and stimulated as he leaned forward to apply more weight, pinning you under him. With a slow drag, he withdrew his cock, chuckling at the constant clenching of your walls as your attempted to suck him back in. His tip tickled your entrance, still fat enough to stretch you, stilled for a moment before he snapped forward, sinking into you again, forcing your walls to stretch around him in a perfect fit, leaving you unable to do anything but take it. The thick length of his cock pressed against your sweet spot with unrelenting precision, and the slow drag against your hypersensitive gummy walls made your back arch. Your slick was smeared along his cock, glistening with a ring of cream at the base, dripping down his balls. Messy and creamy, each thrust was accompanied by a lewd squelch that echoed throughout the cosy room, as if your pussy was singing his praises against your will.

You hated to accept the way your gummy, spongy walls moulded and clamped around him, reshaping to take him as though it was where he belonged. He was battering your pussy like a mad man—deep in your guts, rearranging it. His cock was bullying its way through your walls.

Gasping as you fought to control your breathing, the air knocked out your lungs, you opened your eyes to look up at him and view the sight that your pussy was creating. Head tossed back, throat bobbing as he groaned, beads of sweat rolling down his chest and collecting his hair, his long chestnut strands clinging to his skin, making him appear as some divine being ruining you. You were angry to say that you were lost for words at how handsome he looked in that moment—the way he was losing himself in your pussy, yet still in control. Could not say the same for you.

Shunsui groaned at the feeling, hands gripping your thighs firmly to keep you spread nicely for him, taking in the sensation of how your body trembled from the overwhelming pleasure. “You really thought you could handle me, huh?” he grinned as he opened his eyes to look down at your pouty, dazed and wide-blown expression. You could hear the condescension dripping in his voice as he mocked your bravo from earlier. “All that confidence yet look at you.” He tilted his head to watch the way your breath came in short, desperate gasps. “Cock-drunk already, and I’ve barely started.”

Yet, stubborn as ever, you had refused to admit it was because of him. “I-It’s just—ahh—b-because I haven’t…” Your words were a congested maelstrom of incoherent jumbling as you stuttered into a broken moan, your walls gripping helplessly around him.

“Because you haven’t been fucked in years?” Kyoraku finished your excused, his lips twitching into a wicked grin before he leaned down to press more of his weight on you, your thighs curling into your chest. “Sweetheart, that just means I get to ruin you properly.”

And ruin you he did.

Your walls clenched at his words as if your body agreed, and he chuckled. A deep rumbling in his chest reverberated through yours as he pressed down on you a little more to fuck you a much more forceful and faster. The friction of his chest hairs rubbing against your nipples aided in making your stomach tense, pleasure curling hot and tight in your core. You had already squirted the moment he fully seated himself inside you for the first time, an embarrassing display that had your face burning in humiliation. Your pride refused to let you acknowledge how good it felt, how your body responded to him with unchecked desperation.

“K-Kyoraku…” you groaned as his cock head brushed against your sweet spot again, feeling another wave coming along.

“Shunsui, darling. If I’m buried so deeply in you like this, making you cum. Say the right name,” he snickered, inclining his head to pepper kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

Your thighs trembled as he kept up the rapid rhythm, fucking into you with infuriating patience as if he had all the time in the world to make his point. Each stroke of his cock sent jolts of pleasure up your spine, your hands flying from the cushions to latch onto his back, feeling his rippling muscles flexing under each snap of his hips. All sweaty and slick, your hands glided along his back before finding purchase in his upper shoulders, your nails sinking into his skin, earning you a deep groan. “You sure you’re not enjoying this more than you’re letting on?” he rasped.

His eyes dipped down to the union of your bodies where he watched his cock, messy as hell, being swallowed whole by your pussy. “Like you don’t want me to leave,” he murmured with such amusement. “So different from your words earlier. What were them again? Something about handling it just fine, and being disappointed. Say something now, love. Admit…hmm, that you’re wrong, and you love it.”

“Screw you—shit—ughh.” A forceful snap of his hips left your words hanging in the air. Your pride warred with the undeniable ecstasy coursing through your veins, but your body gave him the answer you refused to voice. His thumb then reached down to press against your swollen clit before gently circling the nub, making your breath hitch.

Your mouth parted to give a silent gasp as the heat in your core grew like molten lava—his smirk against your neck widened once he recognised what your body was about to do. Just then, a small splash of juices squirted out again, covering his cock and thighs. The wicked laughter that escaped his throat made you grind your teeth at how unbecoming this situation was turning out to be. You were losing terribly.

“Admit it, princess,” he murmured against your throat, pressing an open-mouth kiss, sucking at the sensitive skin before dragging his lips up to your ear. “You love it.” His voice was filled with smug enjoyment. “You love the way I stretch you out, how deep I reach. No one else could fuck you like this, could they?” He punctuated his words with a particularly deep thrust, the head of his cock kissing your cervix in a way that had your eyes rolling back, a loud moan ripping from your throat. He was fucking you into hypersensitivity, leaving you spasming in his arms.

“F-Fuck you, S-Shunsui,” you wheezed, digging your nails into his back harder.

“No princess, fucking you is my job. You wanted proof, so you’re going to take everything I give you until you can’t even think straight. No other cock will ever satisfy you from now on.”

You shook your head, doing everything to drown out the sounds of sweaty skin slapping against each other, slipping and sliding as you fought to cling to him properly for anchorage. The sinful sounds of his heavy, sticky balls, dying to empty everything inside you, slapping quickly against your ass with each slap of his hips into you. His fingers had returned to your clit, pinching and slapping the delicate nub like it was his newfound toy. The delicious friction of your nipples against his sweaty, coarse hair, his mouth on your neck—you were going to combust under pressure. You hated how you were cracking, even whimpers escaping your throat were becoming of you.

“Shun–…sui…” you whined breathlessly with a pouty look, tears catching in your lashes as they built at the corners.

In an instant, he pulled his head back to gaze at you with such reverence, it made you forget that this was just a fuck to prove and nothing else. His pretty brown eyes softened as they peered at you affectionately. “Say it,” he commanded with a sweet, honey-like tone, brushing his lips against yours. “No one else can fuck you like this, and you were wrong.”

You wanted to say the words, but they were stuck in your throat. All you could do was whine breathless against his lips and vibrate under him as you were hurling towards another peak. The combination of his expert thrusts and skilled fingers pushed you over the edge, a high-pitched cry tore from your throat as you came, your body convulsing beneath him as you attempted to squirm away from the thrusts he continued delivering. Your walls squeezed him tightly, milking his cock as your orgasm crashed down on you like a tidal wave. Your vision blurred, and your body violently shuddered as ecstasy consumed you, leaving you utterly spent.

In return, Shunsui groaned at the feeling, his hips stuttering and his cock twitching as he chased his own release. The way your pussy held him like a vice, made it impossible for him to hold back. He buried himself to the hilt, grinding deep as he finally came, spilling his hot cum inside you, filling you to the brim with his thick, creamy load. His body tensed as he emptied himself completely, twitching slightly as he ensured every drop remained inside you. Once he was sure, he pulled back and looked down with satisfaction as his cum leaked out, thick and white against your swollen, plump pussy.

Humming, he slipped his cock out with a loud, wet slick, and reached down to drag a finger through the mess before pushing it back inside, making you whimper. “So?” he asked as he leaned down, brushing his lips over your ear. “Are you ready to finally admit I was right?”

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Black Clover the Musical

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One: Mamma Mia

Two: Dancing Queen

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When you wanna read about one of your husbands (William Vangeance) and realise that you’re one of the only people who writes for him 🫠

Someone please write me a delicious smut of this man because my brain is so fried from uni right now.

Like I just need his soft smile and gentle hands that turns ever so sinful. The way they slip beneath the hem of her uniform shirt or beneath a slip of soft night clothes. Cupping her breast or slipping further below the waistline as his lips press gentle burning kisses along her jaw and throat before claiming her lips in a heated, needy way. Where he sinks into bed with her, his mask and uniform long gone while he groans as her fingers tangle in his soft hair. One hand cupping her jaw as he grinds against her softly before her clothes are gone too and it’s just him and her and a tangle of sheets as he worships her body with his mouth and hands while whispering quiet sinful words that will only ever be for her ears. When they join it’s like the world falls away with every thrust and moan that spills from their throats, hands unable to stop moving, stop caressing, stop feeling. Where William deserves the love and devotion he feels for her too.

Anyway……… if that gave anyone ideas 👀 please tag me I’m craving some William amidst my studies right now.

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i loved the higuchi xsigma story you wrote, can you write another sigma x higuchi about higuchi being insecure about her body and sigma notices it and starts to worship her body and it slowly turns into smut

Yes, yes I can! Oooh this will be so sweet and sorry this was so delayed.

Nothing felt right.

Everything she put on felt wrong against her skin, her body, her everything. It would either stick to her skin or hang from her or sit in some odd way that made her look... bad.

She frowned, tears pricking the corner of her eyes as she threw her shit across the room, a scream itching to leave her throat.

She just wanted to look nice for Sigma since he planned a whole day date for them both and she just... couldn't.

A knock on the door had her tensing- he was early... no she just wasn't ready. Maybe she should tell him she wasn't feeling well. Pulling her pyjama shirt back on she slunk towards the door and opened it to see her lovely, perfect boyfriend.

"Chiyo!" He greeted with a smile which quickly turned into a worried pout. "What's wrong my dear?"

"I'm sorry Sigma I don't... feel good."

"Don't feel good?" He steps into her apartment, door shutting behind him and arms immediately wrapping around her. "Are you unwell?"

"I-no just.."

His eyes seemed to see through her, seemed to see every part she didn't want to see or feel right now.

"Ah..." He says after a moment, hands resting on her hips like an anchor.

"What does that mean?" She frowns up at him.

"You're making that face when you're unhappy with yourself." He says simply. "Don't deny it I've seen it countless times since meeting you."

"Your observations are irritating." She caves, melting into his touch as his hands smooth up her sides.

"What is it?" His voice is soft, warm... perfect.

"Everything." She concedes. "Nothing feels right on, I want to claw at everything and I just... don't feel good. It sticks to my skin, it's too loose, makes me feel too big and too small-"

Tears prick her eyes again as he presses his forehead against hers.

"Okay." He says. "How about we stay in hm?"

"But you planned a whole day." Her voice wobbled.

"And I can plan another. It's alright I promise."

"But-"

"Chiyo, I have something better in mind anyway... if you're up for it. You say no and I won't alright?" She frowns up at him, confused.

"Something better?"

He begins guiding her across the apartment, towards her bedroom.

His touch was so gentle, so soft across her skin. Every kiss and nuzzle sending her soul ablaze as he slowly stripped each item of clothing from their bodies. The bed felt like a cloud beneath her when all she could really feel was him.

First he kissed her lips, then moved down her jaw, her neck, teeth grazing along her collarbone and he whispered into her skin.

“Beautiful.”

“Stunning.”

“Mine.”

She’d gasped as his lips met the swell of her breast, tongue soon darting out to swirl around her nipple before he moved to give equal attention to the other. One of his hands held hers the entire time as he leant on it, the other resting on her hip, his mouth doing most of the work as he branded kisses down her sternum and stomach, eyelashes tickling the soft skin of her abdomen as he sucked a mark into her hipbone.

“You’re the most gorgeous being I have ever seen Chiyo. I cannot imagine a more beautiful person.” His tongue smooths over the mark on her right hip before his mouth moves to the left.

“Sigma.” Her voice was shaky, breathless as his hand careened down her thigh, lifting her leg to lay over his shoulder.

Again that mouth burnt into her, claimed her while his eyes smouldered into hers, watching every reaction as his tongue slipped between her folds. The wet muscle lapped at her core, each stroke setting her on fire and every swirl of his tongue over her clit making her hips buck against him.

“Sigma.” She whined this time as he held her hips in place while his tongue did disastrously wonderful things to her body.

Eventually his right hand moved from her hip, his fingers slipping into her with ease as he sucked and licked and groaned against her.

“Doing so well for me sweetheart.” He moaned against her, like her pleasure was all he needed, like her pleasure was some sort of drug. “So beautiful.”

Her hips rolled again, seeking out that blissful pleasure that felt further away than she expected.

She whispered pleas into the air as heat pooled in her belly while she watched him lose himself to her taste.

Close. She was so close.

“You deserve this.” His deep voice was muffled against her, muffled against the slick thrusts of his fingers inside her. “You deserve to feel this good all the time.”

A whine left her throat and her vision flashed white.

“Yes good girl just like that… just like that.” He sat up, fingers now slow and languidly moving, helping her ride out that blissful high.

“Sigma.” She could only say his name, only wanted too right now as he leant over her, hand slipping from between her thighs, fingers pressing against his tongue as he lapped at her taste once more.

“Ichiyo.” He says once there is nothing left. “Do you see what you do to me love? Make me wild with need for you.”

His hips now press against hers, his hardened length against her still soaked core.

“More.” She whispered, “Can you show me more?”

“Of course I can.” His voice was warm, inviting and it took all of her will to not melt away.

How had she been so blind before him? How had she not seen that this was the way she wanted and needed to be treated?

Even if the dark niggling thought now tucked far back in her mind was still there that she was not good enough for him, that she didn’t feel beautiful, didn’t look good. He pushed those thoughts back with a single thrust of his hips, a joining with no end or beginning that had her head tilting back into the pillow a soft pitched moan following.

“My everything, my love.” He murmured in her ears. “You feel divine.”

“Good, I feel so good.” She sounded desperate, needy and she did not care in the slightest.

Every rock of his hips had her seeing stars, every soft word that fell from her lips was an enlightenment all on its own.

“How could I have lived without you?” He asked.

She had no answer for she now wondered the same.

The moan that fell from his lips was deep and raw, it filled the room to its entirety. His name a song amongst moans, her name a whisper of pure passion.

“I love you.” She whispered following her final cry of pleasure, her body shuddering and arching beneath his.

“I love you.” He repeated. “And I will prove it every day.”

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I'm working on another Higuchi x Sigma request right now taking some time to do other shit too so please be patient

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Hello! I deeply enjoy your "Higuchi gets some lovin'" on ao3! I love how you write her and your writing in general!!

Can I request a HiguchixSigma, romance/fluff fanfic? Where its Higuchi's birthday, and she told no one about it, but Sigma knows and surprises her with gifts and cake?

Thank you and Happy holidays! <333

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Thank you so much I'm so happy people love Higuchi as much as I do too. Of course you can request such a cute oneshot!!!!!!!!

I hope you like it. And Happy Holidays to you too ♥️

Warnings: Fluff and cuteness, established relationship | Ichiyo Higuchi x Sigma

Ichiyo was never one to celebrate her birthday. It wasn’t because it never happened- in fact her family had spoiled her as much as she would allow but it just wasn’t a day she cared to indulge in when there was already other holidays and special events that occurred throughout the year anyway.

May Second always came around too damn fast for her liking.

Not that it mattered she never told anyone what today was, not even Tachihara- her self appointed little brother- knew what day she was born (admittedly it amused her that he was so pouty about it).

… considering she’d never told anyone that today was her birthday she had a terribly odd feeling in her gut that something was going to happen.

Surely Tachihara hadn’t figured it out… right?

When Ichiyo entered her empty apartment (Kuniko had gone home to their parents for the weekend) the only sound she had expected was the soft jingle of a cat bell and maybe a soft mew from Circe her cat.

Instead, she found Sigma, a new addition to the Armed Detective Agency and a man who’d been recently upgraded to boyfriend after a handful of successful dates, sitting in her kitchen with a chocolate cake and dimmed lighting.

“Happy Birthday Chiyo.” His blush was evident even under the candlelight.

He was wearing lounge clothes, sweatpants with a baggy t-shirt and his hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail that draped over his shoulder. He looked… good.

“What?” Was her elegant reply as she studied his lithe frame.

“It’s your birthday- I was sorting through some old files for Fukuzawa and Mori and saw it and then I asked your sister if it was right.” Sigma looked adorably embarrassed before quickly adding.- “This was Kuniko’s idea.”

Finally placing her bag down and shrugging off her jacket she steps into his personal space.

“Sorry I wasn’t expecting this- thank you Sigma this is perfect.” He beams at her, lit up like a puppy being given a treat.

How the hell did she get so lucky to have this man fall for her?

Her hand cups his jaw, thumb smoothing over the soft flesh of his cheek as she leans down- aiming to kiss his forehead. Her boyfriend had other plans as he tilted his head upwards and caught her lips in a soft kiss.

There was no heat behind it, nothing that insinuated he wanted something more. Just something soft, sweet and loving. Ichiyo smiled into the kiss as his hand reached for the small of her back before he pulled back.

"I set up a bath for you, got your leggings and one of my shirts- plus underwear I wasn't sure if you wanted a bra or not-" his face pinkened again and she smiled. "-I've ordered dinner just some sushi since I'd bought a cake and snacks."

"You've been busy." Ichiyo hums.

"After your bath you and I are going to sit on your couch, eat our dinner, cake and snacks, put on your favourite movie and cuddle." The boyish grin on his face almost had her swooning. "And yes, I fed Circe, she's curled up on your bed."

Sigma stands, hands resting on her hips as he spins her- nudging her towards the bathroom where a nice hot bath was waiting for her.

After her bath and the two of them scoffing the sushi, she had found herself tucked against his side, plate of cake resting on his thigh as they picked away at their dinner- The Princess Bride playing on the television.

"Thank you, Sigma."

"Hm?" He looked down at her, a chunk of cake in his mouth as he blinked owlishly.

"I don't usually celebrate my birthday, never really saw the point in it." She watched him frown at her. "But this is perfect I couldn't have asked for anything better."

He pauses the movie, places the plate on the coffee table and cups her jaw- cake having been promptly swallowed- before shifting so he was facing her rather than Ichiyo being tucked against him.

"I am still... learning about the world, about me- about you- and I want to keep learning. I want to know what makes you happy or sad what I should do to comfort you or make you laugh... it's too early to drop the L word but just know I care deeply about you Ichiyo."

It's her turn to shift, her legs draping across his thighs now as she gets as close as she can- almost sitting in his lap. Ichiyo cups his jaw again for what could have been the hundredth time since she became his girlfriend.

"How did I get so lucky?" She says with a smile. His arms wrapped around her, embraced her as she continued. "You've made me so very happy these last few months and I am so glad that even through the unfortunate circumstances that we met... I still have you here in my life now."

"I think I am the lucky one." He says before their lips met for the second time that evening.

He was always so gentle, like he couldn't bear to let her go, as if his gentle hold was all that kept them together. The kiss was perfect, just as most things with him were. Ichiyo tilted her head, leaning in further but he just smiled into the kiss and hugged her tightly.

"Would you like to continue the movie?" He asks against her mouth.

"Yes." She replies. "And then afterwards can we go cuddle in bed?"

"As you wish."

And there it was, that boyish grin that was making her swoon.

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Merry Christmas from down under!

Hope everyone got some good pressies.

I will start working on request(s) tomorrow

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