#Bleach scenario

[shadowsnlace]

Heyo! This is the same person that asked if headcanon request are open :). I wanted to ask if you can make a NSFW headcanon where grimmjow figures out what a vibrator is and decides to use it on his S/O

I saw this and started snickering because I could see him so clearly in my head. So, I had to do a scenario instead of headcanons because I had to do it justice. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it!

Note: Remember that look in the picture above, it is a great visual aid for what follows....

Smut so it goes below the cut. ;)

"Come On, It'll Be Fun" Grimmjow x Fem!Reader

by ShadowsNLace

You really needed a shower after the day you'd had. Work had really soured your mood and all you wanted was to stand under a hot spray of water to burn away the growling grumps you'd accumulated. Unfortunately, your boyfriend didn't take too kindly to being told that he was not invited to join you, especially since he was naked and ready for some fun in the shower. In fact, Grimmjow seemed to take your grumps and upped the ante to snarling, pouty huffs as he reluctantly left to let you shower alone.

Mistake No. 1 - Leaving Grimmjow alone in your bedroom pissed off and contemplating some form of revenge to exact on you once you came out of that shower.

Mistake No. 2 - Not hiding your "intimate" toys better.

Ever curious and quickly bored, Grimmjow began going through your room. He'd never really paid too much attention anything beyond the evil bottles on the vanity that you referred to as "perfume." He'd tried on several occasions to sneak one into the trash bin but you'd always find them and return them. He never would understand why you wanted to cover up your natural scent when it was so damn intoxicating to him.

The vanity didn't hold much mystery for him. He'd laid in bed many times and watched you prepare for your day by applying makeup.

He checked the nightstand: A book, a half-empty cup of tea, a pair of earrings, and the alarm clock that he'd had to buy for you after throwing yours against the wall the first night he'd slept over.

His eyes fell on the drawer of the nightstand. Oh-ho, what's this? I didn't know there was a hidden compartment here...

As the drawer opened his eyes, so quick to spot prey, quickly fell on a rather large object that looked like a penis and it was just laying there in the drawer daring him to touch it. Why does she have a cock in her drawer? His eyes narrowed as he turned to cast a look toward the bathroom door, a grin creasing his face. "Hey, babe, you gonna be in there all night or what?" He now had a weapon and couldn't wait to use it.

"I'll be out in a few minutes! Why don't you stretch out on the bed and relax?"

He reached for the object...something didn't feel right and he dropped it almost immediately causing a loud clatter when it hit the drawer. He scrambled to grab it and shut the drawer, hoping you hadn't heard the commotion.

"Grimm? Are you all right? What was that noise?"

Shit! "Uh, nothing, just knocked the tea cup off the nightstand."

You sighed, damn his temper, "I thought we talked about the cat compulsions --"

He interrupted, "It was an accident!"

You turned off the water and grabbed a towel. "Yeah, 'accident'" you walked into the bedroom to continue the scolding but froze when you saw him standing only a few feet away with your dildo in his hand. Shit!

"Why do you have a fake cock in your drawer? And why the hell is it purple?"

Heat crept up your neck so fast you felt like your hair was going to catch flame. "Why were you going through my stuff?" You made a grab for it but he held it up out of your reach.

"I asked first. No answering a question with a question, your rule, remember?" The look of near-triumph in his eyes would have made you giggle if he hadn't been holding your purple Pussy Pleaser up like an offering to the gods.

This situation wasn't going to magically go away. Best to just explain it to him and hope he gave it back. "It's called a dildo. Some people use them for sexual gratification."

He brought it to eye level to give it a closer look. "This thing? Babe, you've got me, I'm bigger than this," he gave you a sweet grin, "and I'm real, not weird like whatever this thing is made of." He sniffed it and you nearly spit out a laugh at the look of disgust. "Ugh! It smells horrible! I've smelled death pits in Heuco Mundo that smell better."

"I only use that when you're not around." You gave him a look of affection, "No sex toy could ever make me feel as good as you do. It's just something to ease the ache until I can have you." You smiled, "And, well, there is one function it has that you don't."

"Oh, really?"

"Push that button."

He did and it roared to life. Startled, he nearly dropped it again. "What the fuck?!" The astonishment was rapidly replaced with a wicked grin, "I need to see this in action."

You shook your head, "No way. You're not using that on me."

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun."

You started to back away, "I -- I ---"

He caught your wrist, whirled you onto the bed and crawled on top of you. "I promise, I'll be gentle."

"Honey, 'gentle' isn't in your nature. I don't want to have to explain to an ER doctor why I have half of a broken sex toy stuck in my cooch."

He cast a dubious look at the toy, "Do these things really break so easily?"

"I don't know but if anyone can it will be you."

"How about if you show me how you use it?" He just wanted you naked and doing something he'd never seen before. This could very well be a kinky experience and he wasn't going to miss out. He pulled the towel out of your hand exposing your body before sliding his bare chest against yours. His lips hovered over yours, voice husky, sultry, "The King will bend to your will. Show me." He moved to lay across the foot of your bed for the best place to view you.

Damn his hide, he knew just how to make your belly flutter and your core ache. Worst of all you knew the sensations would be pleasing and that having him watch you had been one of your fantasies. "OK." you couldn't believe the words were leaving your mouth. "you can watch."

Grimmjow's eyes were riveted to your hands as you took the toy and spread your legs. As always the sight of your welcoming, tender flesh sent his desire soaring. He licked his lips, wishing for a fleeting moment that his tongue was about to be caressing those lips instead of that purple thing.

He watched closely as you got a bottle of clear gel out of the drawer. "What is that?"

You popped the cap, "It's lubricant. I can't just stick it in. The material needs to be slick." A few drops on the tip then a finger to work the lube down the length and you were ready to start.

You watched Grimmjow's eyes grow wide in proportion to his grin as you rubbed the purple cock over your clit to get your desire climbing. Your face and chest felt flushed. You couldn't believe you were letting him watch you do this. His look of complete fascination made you feel bolder. Then, you slid the dildo inside of you and Grimmjow went stone still, the look of a predator about to pounce on prey was written all over his face. He watched every stroke you made, heard every huff of breath that increased little by little as the pleasure began to take over.

He inched toward you, eyes flicking from your eyes to your hands and the toy, waiting for you to tell him to stop or allow him to get closer. He laid his head against your inner thigh, one hand lowering to stroke his cock. "Fuck, babe, this is so hot." He nipped lightly at your skin, enjoying your flinch and soft moan that followed.

You kept a slow pace, then you pushed the button for vibrate. A deep groan, a slight arch in your lower back as the pleasure radiated throughout your pelvis. Grimmjow growled in response. You saw his face and knew how much control he was exerting to keep himself still. "Give me your hand," your voice was breathy. He stopped stroking himself and let you guide his hand to the toy. "Just remember, not too hard." You let your hand fall away, allowing him to take over.

He took over stroking the vibrating toy in and out of you. After a few strokes to gauge the feel and function, he shifted to prop over you and use his other hand to push your folds open over your clit. A deep growl was all you heard before he lowered this head and gently sucked your clit.

Your whole body bucked, "Oh my god!" The feeling of full penetration and Grimm's lips on your clit was new.

"Mmmmmm," he purred into your flesh.

You moaned so loud you drowned out the sound of the vibrator. You were wrong, Grimmjow definitely came with a vibration function!

Grimmjow chuckled, swirled his tongue around your clit before looking up at you with a grin. "I had a feeling you'd like that."

"More. More now, my king!" You wanted that sensation again.

He smiled, his voice sinful and silky, "As my queen commands." His mouth returned to the task.

Lick. Lick. Stroke. Suck. Purr. Lick. Lick. Lick. Purr. Stroke. Stroke. Suck.....Grimmjow kept varying the rhythm keeping you suspended in a never-ending maelstrom of ecstasy that seemed like it would go on forever. He went on and on until your thighs began trembling. You were about to cum and he knew it. He increased the pressure of this tongue and lips, leaning against you enough to keep your legs spread wide enough for him to keep going until you were spent.

"Grimm-j-jow...please..." Your hitching pants garbled the words.

He lifted his head, "Did you say something?"

Your eyes pinned his, "Get rid of the toy, I need you now."

No hesitation. All you saw was a purple blur flung over his shoulder. He said nothing as he moved over you, pulling your legs up. Firm, hot flesh replaced the vibrator. Sinking deep, he growled as his lips captured yours. Tongue delving deep into all the soft recesses of your mouth, he set a pace that had you halfway to another orgasm.

Nothing was more sexy than watching Grimmjow as his gorgeous body sent you to the heights of pleasure. But, what always sent you over the edge was his passion. He was wild for you and it was in every move, every kiss, every growl, pant, and moan.

He held you tight, moving so fast. His mouth was on your neck, teeth scraping at your skin. Your mouth was near his ear: words, moans, unnameable sounds spilling out. You were way past any control over your body. Grimmjow was practically a force of nature and the orgasms wouldn't stop until he stopped.

You were beginning to feel tingling throughout your body like all your nerves had tuned into the same frequency when Grimm went stiff for a few seconds buried deep inside you. You heard him grit "Fuck" against your neck then a few more jerky thrusts wrung growling grunts from him.

He turned his head to kiss your face. His cock was still deep inside you, throbbing and sending pulses of pleasure. You could tell from the sound of his pants that he was smiling. You opened your eyes to confirm it. He kissed your lips, "See, I told you it would be fun."

You chuckled, "Yes, you were right."

He slipped out of you, shifting to stretch out next to you. "You never answered my question."

Your brows furrowed, "Which one?"

"Why is that thing," (you knew he'd never refer to the dildo any other way, ever) "purple?"

"Because I like purple."

He looked thoughtful, ran a hand through his lush blue locks of hair, "Do they make them in blue?"

You started laughing, reaching over to stroke his uniquely beautiful hair, "Nothing compares to the blue one I already have...you."

[wing-ed-thing]

General Arrancar Headcanons

𓆃 Most arrancar tend to be calculating and make decisions rather instinctually. This isn't to say that all arrancar are impulsive or that decisions are made impulsively.

𓆃 Arrancar, by nature, are naturally proficient at data collection meaning that arrancar analyze new information very quickly and logically.

𓆃 Some arrancar go off of this natural ability to sense information on the battle field to make decisions that otherwise appear impulsive while other arrancar tend to play their cards close to their hands. Although, this difference has more to do with an individual's nature.

𓆃 This also can explain the "culture" per se that arrancar have around staring. Many arrancar unabashedly stare for many reasons

𓆃 These reasons include vigilance for potential threats (it is a who-eats-who world), searching for exploitable weakness in other hollows, or other evolutionary/survival habits.

𓆃 In addition, arrancar may literally look to their stronger leaders for direction. It is also possible that this is the first time many arrancar have had physical and noticeable eyes.

𓆃 Staring plays a role in determining hierarchy among arrancars as well for these reasons. A weakness in leadership, perhaps an otherwise strong arrancar returning from battle with a fatal wound, may provide lower ranking arrancar an opportunity to elevate their status through opportunistic combat.

𓆃 Even in combat, arrancar have a tendency to stare at one another while waiting for the other to make a move when abilities are too evenly matched.

𓆃 While prideful, many arrancar are not above aligning themselves with the power they know is greater if it means survival. For arrancar, it's about surviving and striking when it is least expected.

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[sluttsumu]

☆ — breeding you

“ohmyfuckingod” you whine.

it’s been hours of him relentlessly pounding you, flipping you from position to position. but you love it, and he does too. watching you love drunk on his cock with hearts in your pupils, it’s adorable.

it’s a cute sight really, your ankles next to his ears while your knees hover over the sheets.

“gonna fill you up,” thrust. “wanna be a mommy?” thrust. “have my babies?” thrust. it was painfully delicious, the way he kissed your cervix so desperate to come inside of you, listening to the way you chant his name over and over.

“want it—! please.” he loves to hear you beg for it, seeing your eyes fixated on his length pumping in and out of you. it’s not long before his moans stutter and thrusts dwindle and he’s spilling a thick load into your pretty pussy, breeding you to your fullest.

“always such a good girl for me.”

☆ — atsumu, bokuto, ichigo, renji, shidou, nagi, geto, choso

sluttsumu 2023

[leiandroid]

just another day in hitsugaya's miserable life

and it always ends the same way...

[feitanii-ll]

巛—𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗶𝗴, 𝗳𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵—⫸

[[ crush!ichigo x reader headcannons ]]

✩ crush! ichigo who can't seem to stop thinking about you, wondering why you're always on his mind.

✩ crush! ichigo who doesn't know that you're harboring a huge crush on him, and unbeknownst to you, feels completely the same.

✩ crush! ichigo who gets distracted by the thoughts of you during hollow attacks— which ends him getting scolded, and a bright red blush on his face when asked "what happened out there!?"

✩ crush! ichigo who spots you one day at the grocery store, feeling his tummy erupt in butterflies when you see him and begin approaching.

✩ crush! ichigo who looks so damn good standing in front of you. he's always so well dressed, and he smells like a dream. he's so soft when he speaks to you, dropping that usual grumpy demeanor in your presence.

✩ crush! ichigo who gets so anxious and is determined to make a good impression when he suggests the two of you hang out at the mall.

☆ crush! ichigo who carries your bags from the things HE bought you. from books, to clothes, to jewelry— he simply shakes his when you say, "ichigo, I can do it myself." only for him to reply with, "noo, girly. I've got it. dont worry about, 'kay?" and he says it so nice, so tender that all you can do is swoon and pout, turning away to hide the clear embarrassment on your face.

☆ crush! ichigo who bring you to his favorite store in the mall, Zumies, and basically yaps about what he likes and doesn't like about their clothing options.

☆ crush! ichigo who is so passionate about fashion and clothing, it's a little heartwarming for him to open up about his interest, and you can't help but smile up at him as if he's the light of your life. and in a way, he is.

☆ crush! ichigo that's just so protective over you. you don't know it, but he feels the need to take care of you in a way. he WANTS to, just to make you happy.

☆ crush! ichigo who almost gets into a fight with a man in the store after you accidentally bumped into him. when you had tried to apologize, he had grumbled a mean name towards you that had ichigo livid! there's almost a scuffle, but you managed to convince him to just leave the asshole alone crush!ichigo who yaps about how he "should've kicked the guy's ass!", unable to get the memory out of his head, "I would've won, too. who the hell does he think he is?"

☆ crush! ichigo who, after getting so distracted by this thoughts, snaps out of it when he feels a light pressure on his arm. it's you, leaning your head against him as you sigh. "I know you would have... please don't feel like you NEED too, though." you murmur.

☆ crush! ichigo who feels his heart flutter at your actions and chuckles. "yeah? anything for you.." he says it casually, though it means so much more.

✩ crush! ichigo who you just love so so much <33

☆ crush! ichigo who's definitely already yours, even though you two aren't official.

☆ crush! ichigo that rambles to renji low-key about how much he likes you.

☆ crush! ichigo that sits up at night thinking about you. your time spent all the mall together. your laugh, your smile, your purse that he thinks is a little but ugly and tacky, but likes it only because you find it cute.

☆ crush! ichigo who, shamfully, traps his pillows between his strong arms and cuddles it vertically as if it's really you. though he learns to be cautious about that as Rukia tends to break into his room at ungodly hours of the day; which ends up rather embarrassing for him.

just..crush! ichigo

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Ichigo and Grimmjow learning that their s/o managed to survive a dangerous situation without a single scratch?

Ichigo watched the great stone wall collapse under its own weight, once the beam from the Sternritter had pierced it’s hull. It would have been pretty cool, if it didn’t mean that their defenses were down and last he knew [Y/N] was standing right there!

“[Y/N]!” He called out, even though he was all the way on the other side of the battlefield.

Ichigo cut through his opponent and sprinted over to the scene where the dust was settling. Frantically scanning the rumble for some sign of his partner, but woefully optimistic in hoping he wouldn’t find anything. “Phew! That was close!”

The Shinigami turned and saw [Y/N] a few yards away from him. Unscathed, perfectly fine, and examining the rumble like him with a much less panicked look. “[Y/N]! You’re alright! How did you avoid the attack??”

“Oh. Well for one I was more over there,” they pointed towards the spot that they had moved to in the fighting, “plus once I saw the wall start to come down I shunpo-ed it out of there.”

“Shunpo….”

“Yeah, Yoruichi has been training me. She said I’ve been getting pretty good. I thought I mentioned that?”

Ichigo wasn’t sure if they had or hadn’t right now. All he knew was that he was relieved they were ok.

He came up to them and gave them a hug. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.” He told them. Before he let go and they went back to the fighting.

Grimmjow howled with laughter and glee as he cut through another one of these goons. Their bodies splitting open like they were made of paper. Or one of those pinata things from the human world with how they sprayed open when broke. What a time to be alive.

At first, he thought it had to be some kind of joke. Him? Fight for the shitty Shinigami? No way!

But apparently they had lost their idiotic minds, and rolled out the red carpet for him when he came to the Seireitei door. One he was all too happy to paint even redder with blood.

He’d do this little chore for them, then finally kill Kurosaki, and go back home to Hueco Mundo with [Y/N] as champions. This was the best day of his life.

In his hacking and slashing, Grimmjow looked up when he saw one of the buildings fall. Not uncommon in a fight. He thought it was stupid to have buildings that tall anyway. He grinned as he watched on of the Shinigami monuments fall, but then panned down and saw [Y/N] standing near where the rubble would fall. “Shit! [Y/N]!”

There was nothing to be done though. He was too far away. The building was falling to fast. Then by the time be got over there all that was left was rumble and dust. Grimmjow felt his heart stop, then come back to life beating furiously as he was now going to destroy now only these Quincy but everything here for taking his [Y/N] away.

The Arrancar turned to begin his killing spree, when suddenly a large piece of the rumble was dislodged and flew through the air. It barely missed him as he watched [Y/N] climb out of the hole they created. Dusting off their outfit while muttering, “this was brand new…”

Grimmjow watched in amazement but then grinned wildly as he saw that they were ok. Of course they were ok. How stupid of him to thinking a grubby old building would take out his [Y/N].

He scooped them up with one arm to pull them close, still with that grin. “I thought I lost you there for a second.”

“Who? Me?” They asked in amusement.

Grimmjow gave them a kiss before he let go and they both went back to the fighting. His spree might be on hold, but his ‘chore’ still wasn’t done. And Kurosaki was still out there somewhere.

[satsugacafe]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐭 𝐁𝐞 | 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 2)

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hi! I deeply admire your works and I was wondering if you could make a part 2 of “𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐭 𝐁𝐞 | (𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦)” with Aizen + Hisagi + Ukitake! Thanks for your works, anyway! – 😽 anon

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Aizen Sosuke, Ukitake Jushiro, Shuhei Hisagi

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I was giggling and kicking my feet writing this, mainly because of Jushiro. Thanks for this request anon.

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fem!reader, dom!Aizen, slight exhibitionism (no one gets caught, it’s done in secrecy), fingering, edging, orgasm denial, oral (male receiving), soft dom!Jushiro, authority kink, begging, brat taming (squint), pet names (good girl), bratty reader, begging, cockwarming, dom!Hisagi, powerplay, reader gets control snatched away

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: You learn that it’s not nice to tease your lover.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Part 1

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

˚₊‧꒰ა Aizen Sosuke ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You knew better than to tease him off all people. It never ended well for you, but the thrill of watching him pretend to act as though he wasn’t affected was glorious. You knew he was hot and bothered, just his reserved and nonchalant nature allowed him to mask the cracks underneath. Hence why your fingers were busy trailing over his thigh, inching nearer and nearer to his crotch under the table. The meeting room was silent save for the droning of Gimmjow complaining about why they couldn’t head over to the World of the Living and end Ichigo.

Your hand slid higher, nails dragging lightly over the fabric of his trousers, stopping just short of where you knew he was starting to harden. It was all too easy. Displaying that he wasn’t affected when his cock spoke an entirely different song. His voice remained steady, his face unreadable as he contributed to the list of reasons, but the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his growing frustration. Without breaking his calm façade, his hand shot out, catching your wrist under the table with a firm yet silent warning. Rolling your eyes, you gave him an innocent smile as you wrung your wrist free of his grasp and continued.

However, before you could return to his cock, Gin cleared his throat to announce that the meeting was over. Albeit you assumed that he was merely shielding Aizen from your taunting, when it was the opposite.

Aizen had you pinned against the cold, smooth wall of his private chambers, his tall, imposing frame pressing close enough that you felt the heat radiating from his body. His fingers were wrapped around your wrists, holding them above your head with ease, while his other hand hovered just above your flushed, trembling form. His dark eyes were alight with a dangerous, almost amused glint, his expression one of infuriating calm, as though your predicament amused him more than it annoyed him.

“You thought you could tease me during a meeting and face no consequences?” he darkly chuckled as he brushed his lips against your ear, trailing it lower, as his tone grew to sound darkly amused. “You overestimate your freedom.”

His lips hovered just above yours, tantalisingly close, but he didn’t close the gap. Instead, his hand slid downward, brushing over your throat, your collarbone, and lower still, until his fingertips grazed the swell of your breasts. His touch was featherlight, maddeningly so, and every brush of his fingers only heightened your need, your desperation growing with each passing second.

Your breathing was erratic, chest heaving against his teasing hand. You tried to press your thighs together, seeking some semblance of relief, but his knee had slipped between your legs, keeping them spread just enough to frustrate you further. “Sosuke, please,” you murmured, your voice trembling with need, but his grip on your wrists tightened slightly, his expression shifting to one of warning.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as he observed you. “You seem to forget your place.” His knee pressed upward, barely brushing against your aching core, the faint pressure eliciting a whimper from your lips. His smirk deepened. “Look at you. Already so desperate, and I’ve barely even touched you.”

His hand moved lower, trailing down your stomach until it reached the waistband of your uniform. With deliberate slowness, he tugged the fabric down, exposing your bare skin to the cool air of the room. The sudden exposure made you shiver, but the heat pooling in your core was far more consuming.

Aizen’s fingers brushed over your slick folds, a low hum of satisfaction escaping him as he felt how wet you were. “All this, from a little teasing? You truly are insatiable.” His thumb pressed lightly against your swollen clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make you gasp, but not enough to offer the relief you so desperately craved.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction, but Aizen’s hand withdrew immediately, his dark gaze narrowing. “Ah, ah. Patience,” he chided with a hint of gentle mockery. “You don’t get to dictate the pace here. That privilege belongs to me.”

He released your wrists, but before you could move, his hand gripped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “I want you to remember this moment,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “The next time you think of teasing me, you’ll recall how utterly powerless you are under my control.”

His lips finally met yours, but it was no act of tenderness. The kiss was demanding, consuming, his tongue claiming every inch of your mouth as his hand returned to your dripping heat. His fingers slid through your folds, spreading your slickness over your sensitive skin before pressing two fingers inside you. The sudden intrusion made you cry out against his lips, but he didn’t relent.

“Look at you, so needy, so eager,” he murmured against your lips as his fingers began a slow, deliberate rhythm, curling just enough to brush against that spot inside you that made your legs tremble. “But you won’t get what you want. Not yet.”

Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his uniform as you tried to ground yourself against the overwhelming sensations. His fingers worked you relentlessly, his thumb occasionally brushing over your clit just to keep you on edge but never giving you enough to push you over.

“S-Sosuke, please,” you begged, your voice a desperate whisper. “I need—”

“I know what you need,” he interrupted, his tone calm but firm. “But you’ll only have it when I decide you’ve earned it.”

His fingers withdrew suddenly, leaving you aching and empty, a frustrated whimper escaping your lips. He chuckled softly at your reaction, his amusement evident. “Poor thing,” he mocked, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. “So desperate, so needy. But you brought this upon yourself.”

He stepped back, leaving you trembling and vulnerable, your body aching for the release he so cruelly denied. “And now,” he said, his tone shifting back to that infuriating calm, “you’ll spend the rest of the day remembering this feeling. You’re not to touch yourself, not even once. Do you understand?”

The weight of his command settled over you, your mind racing at the thought of enduring the rest of the day in this state. You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “Y-yes.”

“Good.” His smirk returned, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face, the gesture oddly tender despite the situation. “Remember, this is a lesson. Don’t forget it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ukitake Jushiro ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Jushiro let out a quiet sigh, one that could have been mistaken for tiredness by anyone else, but you knew better. You couldn’t help the mischievous smile that curled on your lips, even as you kept sucking him slowly, teasingly. He had tried to scold you earlier for your boldness, his gentle reprimand about appropriate behaviour entirely undermined by the fact that he had grown hard almost immediately when you’d slid under the desk.

He cleared his throat, his voice as steady as he could manage. “You’re pushing your luck,” he murmured softly, his eyes flicking down briefly before returning to his report. “This is highly…inappropriate.”

You hummed around his cock in response, the vibrations making his breath hitch ever so slightly. You didn’t speed up, didn’t give him the relief he so clearly craved. Instead, you drew it out, relishing the way his body tensed, the way his hand gripped his brush just a little too tightly.

Jushiro exhaled a controlled breath, his free hand tightening into a fist against his thigh. “You’re testing my patience,” he warned, though his voice betrayed the struggle to maintain his usual serene tone. You smiled inwardly, enjoying the rare sight of him unsettled, the faint tremor in his hand as he tried to keep writing.

“It’s not often you lose it, Captain,” you purred, emphasising on his title as your tongue deliberately traced the veins on his cock all the way to the tip, swirling your tongue around the area before pressing a kiss.

The knock at the door was almost comical in its timing. Jushiro stiffened immediately, his breath catching in his throat. He shot you a look of warning, but you ignored it, your lips still moving slowly over his length, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

“Come in,” he called, his voice as even as he could make it, though there was a slight strain that would be imperceptible to anyone who didn’t know him well.

The door slid open, and one of his subordinates stepped in, bowing respectfully before beginning to speak. The man’s voice was steady as he delivered his message about an upcoming meeting and additional reports for the division. Jushiro nodded along, responding calmly, though his answers were clipped, his usual eloquence somewhat diminished.

You took the opportunity to escalate your teasing, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked him deeper, your tongue pressing against the underside of his cock. You felt him twitch, his thigh muscles tightening as he fought to keep his composure. His hand gripped the edge of the desk now, his knuckles white. Just as he was about to reach his peak, his breathing uneven, you pulled back abruptly, letting his cock slip from your lips.

He inhaled sharply, his frustration evident in the way his hands clenched into fists on the desk. You glanced up at him, catching the briefest flicker of annoyance in his usually calm eyes before he schooled his expression. The sight made you grin, stifling a laugh as you licked your lips, savouring the taste of him.

“Understood,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse. “Thank you. That will be all.”

The subordinate bowed again and departed, sliding the door shut behind him. The moment the latch clicked, Jushiro exhaled a shaky breath, his head tilting back slightly. His eyes closed for a moment, but when he opened them, they were sharp and focused, locking onto you beneath the desk.

You could see the frustration etched in his features, the faint flush on his cheeks. He looked at you as though he were trying to decide what to do with you, his lips pressed into a thin line. Then, with a sigh, he pushed his chair back slightly and extended a hand toward you.

“Come out,” he said softly, though there was an unmistakable edge to his tone.

You took his hand, allowing him to help you to your feet. The moment you were standing, he gazed at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. “That wasn’t very nice of you,” he murmured strained yet calmly. “What am I going to do with you?”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, knowing that no matter how stern he tried to sound, Jushiro’s inherently gentle nature meant he would never truly be angry with you. Still, there was something different in his eyes now, a flicker of fortitude that made your heart skip a beat.

Without another word, he grasped your waist and pressed you against the edge of his desk. His hands were swift as they untied your sash, letting it fall to the floor. Your hakama followed, pooling around your ankles. He lifted you effortlessly, settling you on the edge of the desk, his hands spreading your thighs wide to stand between them. His cock, still hard and glistening from your earlier ministrations, brushed against your inner thigh, making you shiver.

“You seem to think I’m too gentle. That you can tease me like that without consequences,” he whispered coolly, though there was a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “But sometimes, a little punishment is necessary.”

You tried to respond, but the words caught in your throat as he aligned himself with your entrance and pushed inside in one smooth motion. Your body arched instinctively, a gasp escaping your lips as he filled you completely. The stretch was exquisite, and you tried to move, to buck your hips against him, but his hands gripped your waist firmly, holding you still.

“Not so fast,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “You don’t get to move until I say so. You wanted to tease me, didn’t you?”

He began to move slowly, agonisingly slow, each thrust deliberate and measured. You whimpered, your hands gripping the edge of the desk for support as he set a pace that was both torturous and intoxicating. Your eyes falling on the sight of his cock disappearing between your folds with a slick sound. His hips rolled with a precision that left you trembling, each stroke hitting just the right spot to make you see stars.

“Apologise,” he calmly whispered, laced with an underlying dominance that made your pulse quicken. “Tell me you’re sorry for what you did.”

You bit your lip, torn between defiance and the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body. His hands tightened on your waist, his thrusts deepening slightly, making it even harder to think. “I—I’m sorry,” you managed to gasp, though the words were barely coherent.

“You’re forgetting something, love,” he reminded with playfulness in his tone. “Who am I?”

You hiccupped as he sent a particularly deep thrust that urged you to arch your back, pressing your chest into his. The words were at the tip of your tongue as you whined impatiently. “C-captain, I’m s-sorry.”

“Not good enough, love,” he teased, as a gentle smile tugged at his lips as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck. “Try again.”

He slowed his movements even further, almost pulling out entirely before pushing back in with antagonising slowness. The sensation was maddening, and you felt tears prick the corners of your eyes as your body begged for release. “I’m sorry, Captain,” you repeated, more earnestly this time, your voice trembling with need. “I won’t do it again, I promise.”

His smile widened slightly, and he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “Much better, sweetheart,” he murmured. “But I’m not finished with you yet.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Shuhei Hisagi ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

His hands were everywhere—your waist, your back, the curve of your ass—as his lips moved hungrily against yours. The heat of his bare skin pressed against yours, the firmness of his muscles shifting beneath your touch as you clung to him. His tongue slid past your lips, tangling with yours in a kiss that was both passionate and unrelenting. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling against your breasts as he leaned back into the sofa, dragging you more firmly into his lap.

You could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your slick folds, the way his length throbbed against you as you shifted your hips slightly. The teasing friction sent jolts of pleasure through your body, and you couldn’t help the soft whimper that escaped your lips when the head of his cock brushed against your clit. A groan escaped his lips in response, his hands gripping your waist tightly as if to keep you from moving away.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” he muttered, low and husky as his eyes locked onto yours. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, but there was a flicker of impatience in his gaze, a hunger that he was struggling to control. “Keep grinding on me like that, and I might not be able to hold back.”

You gave him a teasing smile, your hips rolling against him again. His cock slid along your wet folds, the sensation making both of you gasp. Hisagi’s head fell back against the sofa, a deep groan rumbling from his throat as you leaned forward to press kisses along the side of his neck. Your hands roamed over his chest, your fingertips brushing over the intricate lines of his tattoos, and you could feel the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch.

He shifted slightly beneath you, his cock pressing more insistently against your entrance, and you knew he was ready for more. You lifted your hips just enough to line him up, the swollen head of his cock pressing against your tight opening. Slowly, you began to sink down onto him, the stretch making your breath hitch as he filled you inch by inch. Hisagi’s hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he watched you take him, his eyes dark with lust.

“Fuck,” he groaned as you finally settled yourself fully onto his cock. “You’re so tight.”

His head fell back, his eyes squeezed shut as your walls clenched around him, slick and warm and perfect. You couldn’t deny the pleasure that coursed through you as his thick length stretched you so perfectly, but instead of moving, you stayed still, your walls fluttering around him. His brow furrowed in confusion at first, his hands flexing against your hips as he tried to urge you to move. When you didn’t, his lips quirked into a bemused smile. He opened his mouth to speak, but you placed a finger against his lips, silencing him.

“Shh,” you murmured. “We’re just going to stay like this for a while.”

His eyes snapped open, wide with disbelief. “Are you serious right now?”

You hummed in response, resting your head against his shoulder as though you had every intention of staying put. His hands flexed against your waist, his frustration mounting as your walls fluttered around him, taunting him.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is not to just flip you over and fuck you right now?” he muttered, strained.

You bit your lip, suppressing a smile as you leaned forward, your breasts brushing against his chest. “Maybe,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his as you spoke.

You could feel the tension in his body, the way his cock twitched inside you as he fought to keep control. But instead of giving in, he leaned back slightly, his lips curling into a wicked smirk. “Alright,” he said with mock calm. “You want to tease? Let’s see who can do it better.”

Before you could respond, his hands slid up your sides, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples. He leaned forward, his lips finding your neck again, this time trailing slow, measured kisses down to your collarbone. His hips remained perfectly still, but his cock throbbed inside you, a constant reminder of his presence. His lips found your breast, and he took your nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it with maddening precision. The combination of his mouth on you and his cock buried deep inside had you squirming, but Hisagi’s hands held you firmly in place.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he mumbled against your skin like a dark velvet. “But you’re not going to get away with teasing me.”

His hands moved to your waist, and he began to roll his hips in slow, shallow thrusts, just enough to make you feel the drag of his cock against your walls. The movement was torturously light, each shift sending a jolt of pleasure through your body without giving you the satisfaction of a full thrust. His lower abdomen and tufts of his hair brushing against your clit. “You feel that?” he rumbled. “That’s what you’re making me do. You’re driving me insane.”

You let out a soft moan, your hands gripping his shoulders for support as he continued his slow, teasing movements. Hisagi’s lips found yours again, and he kissed you deeply, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as his hands roamed your body. His control was infuriatingly precise, his every movement calculated to make you beg for more.

“If you wanted to tease me, you should have been ready to handle the consequences,” he chuckled against your lips darkly. “Because now, I’m not stopping until you’re begging me to fuck you properly.”

His hips pressed up into you with slightly more force, his cock brushing against your most sensitive spots, prompting you to cry out. The pleasure was overwhelming, but it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. Your thighs trembled as you tried to move, but Hisagi’s hands held you firmly in place, his strength unyielding.

“Uh-uh,” he chided, his grin widening. “You don’t get to move. Not until I say so.”

The pressure built inside you with every slow roll of his hips, your body aching for release. His dark eyes watched you intently, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and satisfaction as he saw the effect he was having on you. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice low and taunting. “I can feel you squeezing me.”

You whimpered in response, your head falling forward as the tension in your body reached its breaking point. His lips found your ear, and he whispered, “All you have to do is beg. Tell me you’re sorry for teasing me, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Your pride held you back for a moment, but the overwhelming need for release finally broke your resolve. “I’m sorry,” you desperately pleaded. “Please, babe. I need you.”

A satisfied smirk spread across his face, and he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. “That’s my good girl,” he said, his voice dripping with approval. “Now, hold on tight.”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @stygianoir @edensrose

©satsugacafé 2025: no permission to repost, plagiarise, copy or translate my work onto any other platform or this one.

[sunshineszn]

The ex that keeps calling your new boyfriend a bum and is excitedly waiting for him to mess up. So when he spots your new man that you seem to love oh so much, cosied up with some random woman at a bar he frequents, he can't help but sneak a picture or two and "accidentally" sends the images to you followed by a message about how that never was and could never be him...but hey he's just sayin'

Aomine, Eren, Connie, Grimmjow, Gojo (let's just pretend he drinks okay), Geto, Ace, Toji, Worick, Sanemi, Obanai, Benimaru, Baji (most tokyo rev characters tbh lol) Tsukishima, Kuroo etc.

Doflamingo too if he's feeling petty.

[short-yandere-stories]

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CW: Yandere behavior, forced imprisonment, brief mentions of NSFW / Non/Con, threats of violence

This is a yandere work. Proceed with caution and please be mindful of your own triggers.

Happy birthday Aizen! I couldn't help but write a short little thing I love him. The Rock Musical is living rent free in my head and has done so since I watched it. The "Smile, Orihime" scene was in it too and I almost fainted seeing that in front of me on stage.

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The warmth of the palms of his hands burned through the white silk of the gown you were wearing, placed possessively on your waist.

Aizen was lounging in his throne, you perched uncomfortably on his lap in just the way he liked to have you. There was just something about having your soft, warm body close that stroked his ego just right. It was as much of a display of his power and authority for both the Espada and you alike -- a show of ownership.

Any time Aizen summoned the Espada to a meeting, you would be dragged into his lap, spending the meeting trying not to squirm around as large hands held your waist or fingers traced patterns into your thigh. It was humiliating, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. 

Making a scene wasn’t an option anymore. You’d tried to protest the first few times the ruler of Las Noches had forced you to sit in his lap during meetings. He’d been amused, but not at all bothered. A few words whispered into your ear in his smooth, baritone voice had your body freezing as your heartbeat picked up in fear before you reluctantly fell quiet and stopped squirming.

You knew all too well that Aizen made good on his promises and threats. You didn’t want your remaining family to suffer at the hands of Hollows or any of the Espada, nor did you want to spend more nights than you absolutely had to folded into a mating press as fucked you until he was satisfied.

There was no escape from Las Noches, after all. You couldn’t open a portal, and even if you somehow managed to get one of the Espada to open one for you, there was nowhere in the world that you would be able to escape Aizen. All you could do was obey and try to minimise the damage done to yourself or the people you cared about. You were no fighter. You had no powers. There was nothing you could do but let him do as he pleased.

You could feel Aizen’s smile press against the sensitive skin of your neck, no doubt knowing exactly what was on your mind. There was no hiding anything from him. You’d long since stopped trying. 

“Feeling powerless, pet?” Aizen mused, ignoring Nnoitora making a jab at Harribel, trying to rile her up. 

You didn’t grace him with a response, rebelling in one of the only ways you could. He chuckled, chest rumbling in amusement pressed against your back.

“If anyone, you’re the person with the most power here.” You turned your neck, looking back at Aizen with confusion on your face. He merely smiled.

“You’re the only one who controls my heart.” 

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[soprawrites]

ੈ✩‧₊˚🥂ੈ✩‧₊˚ New Year's Temptation ੈ✩‧₊˚🥂ੈ✩‧₊˚

Shinji Hirako x reader

CW: MDNI, nsfw, smut, glove kink, fingering, edging, oral fingering, established relationship, fem! reader (shinji calls reader a good girl)

WC: 1,222

Notes: I kept seeing fan art of his New Year's outfit in Bleach Soul Puzzle and it has reignited the glove kink in me. So, of course, I had to write something even though we're half way through January now. If you've yet to see any of the fanart, I implore you to check them out! I'm not going to repost art, but here are a couple links to the fanart I had in mind while writing -> 1 and 2

You hadn’t expected your New Year’s to turn out like this. You were supposed to be enjoying all of the festivities that the Seireitei had to offer, spending quality time with Shinji and your friends. But here you are, a quivering and whimpering mess, all because of some gloves.

Those damn gloves.

You had finished getting ready to go out first, smoothing down the cloth on the long sleeves of your elegant furisode as you waited for Shinji to finish. When he had stepped out dressed in a colorful haori hakama set while pulling on some black silk gloves, you had paused, entranced with the way his lithe fingers flexed and stretched with the movement. When he caught you staring—because of course he had, ever perceptive as always—his face immediately split into a cocky grin. You knew that the second he gave you that look, you wouldn’t be going out anymore, you’re fate sealed.

He had sauntered over to you, whispering sweet nothings in a seductive voice, kissing you fervently and tempting you until eventually, he had his hands all over you, running up and down your body and touching your most sensitive parts to have you soaking wet for him.

You jolt, brought back to the present as one of his hands, still gloved, pumps into you and presses against a particular spot that has you trembling. You clutch onto the light green cloth of his haori to steady yourself as his other hand slides up your abdomen toward your chest, the smooth silk of the glove tickling your skin. He had pulled your obi free and opened your kimono, laying you bare to the cool air of your shared living space.

Shinji’s fingers brush against the spot again, a small yelp leaving your lips as you squeeze tight around him. He grins widely at your reaction as he keeps his pace, stretching your dripping pussy with his gloved fingers. You're tingling all over as he continues to prod at your g-spot, feeling your orgasm coming. All you need is a little more pressure, so you jerk your hips into him, hoping that he’ll understand what you want; you don’t want to give him the smug satisfaction of hearing you beg for it because you know you’ll never hear the end of it if you do.

His thumb grazes against your clit making you gasp from the pleasurable sensation as you reach closer to your high but instead of repeating the motion, Shinji simply pulls his hand away from you. Your eyebrows draw together as you bite your lip in frustration, your building release fading away from you.

“Hm? What’s that look for?” He’s smirking deviously. “Isn’t this what ya wanted?” He tugs on his gloves, making sure they’re snug before examining the slick damp spots on the hand that had just been knuckle-deep inside of you. It’s like he’s putting on a show for you, exaggerating the way he turns his slender hands this way and that to get a good look at the mess you had made of them.

His brown eyes level with yours, a playful glimmer in them as he smirks at the enthralled expression on your face; your eyes are half-lidded and dazed, lips parted as you pant slightly. “Am I wrong? Is this not what ya wanted?” You watch as he leans slightly further back from you, tilting his head in a questioning manner, his short silky hair falling with the movement as he teases you. Shinji cups the side of your face, running his thumb delicately over your bottom lip which was more plump than usual from all of the heated kissing you had done earlier. “Show me what ya want.” He whispers, voice dropping to take on an even more seductive tone.

Still immensely frustrated at the loss of pleasure and from his teasing antics, you decide to just listen to him, knowing that if you don’t he’ll edge you even more and you’re too worked up to want that at the moment. You had been so close to your release that you would do anything to get the feeling back.

You reach for his wrist and guide his hand back down to your slick folds, pushing your hips against him and urging him to continue. A pleased expression crosses his face, his sly smirk stretching wider. “Good girl.” You’re still so wet from his previous touch that his clothed fingers slide back into you easily. A combination of a delighted sigh and moan slips past your lips and he uses the opportunity to slide the thumb that had been prodding against your lip into your mouth.

Turned on, you wrap your lips around the digit, sucking as he presses gently against your tongue. He sucks in a sharp breath of air, eyes clouding over in a dazed lust as he lazily pumps his other hand in and out of you. “How naughty of ya…” his voice is shaky as his usual cunning demeanor starts to falter. He slides his thumb out of your mouth, replacing it with his middle and forefinger and you repeat the same motion. The wet heat of your mouth soaks into the cloth on his fingers as you continue running your tongue along them, sucking. 

It seems like he’s had enough of the gloves, at least on one of his hands, as he pulls it away from your core quickly. He uses his teeth to pull off the now completely soaked piece of clothing off of his hand before promptly sliding his fingers back into you. He groans in a low voice, now able to feel your slick walls as they squeeze around him while his fingers fuck into you. Your arousal builds as he nudges against that one spot much like he did earlier when he was teasing you only now he doesn’t relent, repeatedly pushing against it.

The palm of his hand presses onto your clit firmly, grinding against it in time with his thrusting digits. With the added friction it only takes a few more strokes to push you over the edge. You cum, moaning around his fingers in your mouth and clenching tightly around his hand as he slowly pumps into you to draw out your release.

When he pulls away after a minute he examines his hand again, admiring your slick arousal that cotes his thin fingers before smirking at you mischievously. “Didn’t know ya had a glove kink, darlin’! Remind me to wear them more often!”

Your face heats up, embarrassed by the fact that he clocked your kink before you even had the chance to realize you had it. “No, I don’t!” He arches a thin eyebrow in disbelief, gesturing with his wet hand toward you for emphasis as you drip onto the end table he had pushed you onto earlier. “Don’t look at me like that! Ugh, you are so insufferable.” You huff with a pout, crossing your arms over your chest and looking off to the side.

“Ya know ya like it.” He snickers in amusement and there’s that shit-eating grin back on his face. You just sigh, unable to stop the smile that starts to form on your lips. He may be insufferable but that’s what you love about him after all.

[sluttsumu]

❝ HEADS OR TAILS ? ❞

ೃ࿐ feat. various chars (hq, bllk, bleach, jjk)

in which certain animanga men like to give or receive.

contains: 18+, oral sex (f! + m! receiving and giving), face fucking, face sitting, hair pulling, dacryphillia, degradation.

ೃ࿐ ki’s note: something small to start posting again!

𝜗𝜚 — givers: miya twins, iwaizumi hajime, rin itoshi, ichigo kurosaki, gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, are you guys gonna kill me if i say todo

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he loves making a mess out of you when he eats you out. watching you squirm while he pulls you onto his face is his favourite past time.

he likes to keep it casual, like it’s nothing — meanwhile he knows how flustered it’s gets you watching him devour in between your legs while you tell him about your day at work.

“it’s so aggravating!” you whine grabbing hold of the headboard to steady yourself.

though it sounds like you’re talking to yourself, you’re really talking to the man whose face you’re currently sitting on.

“like seriously, fuck— why do i have to pick up h-his paperwork because he doesn’t want to do it!”

this was hard, like really hard — almost like his dick in his boxers hard. focusing on explaining while focusing on how good he’s making you feel, your head is getting even more fuzzy just thinking about it.

“—baby” you let out an airy laugh, “ ‘m gonna cum, can’t do this”

you can’t even register how fucking pretty you sound telling him this little story of yours. you were genuinely trying to get your point across but this little whining spree was just turning him on.

“mmm,” his lips vibrate against you. “maybe he likes you…” even through his mumbling you could hear him, he smirks - tracing circles using the tip of his tongue on your clit.

“b-babe! why would you even say that!” he replaced his tongue for his thumb, repeatedly rubbing your clit back and forth. he could see it, you’re so fucking close, the tears in your eyes meanwhile he’s playing with your pussy on his chest gave you away.

“because it’s hot princess, and you look so hot about to cum on my face.”

𝜗𝜚 — receivers: sae itoshi is obviously here, geto suguru, suna rintarō, shidou ryusei (duh), abarai renji (DUH), and hot take: nanami kento.

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he’s is rough face fucker, there’s no way to sugarcoat it. he doesn’t mean to be so rough all the time but he’s needy, and sooo desperate to cum down your throat.

he finds himself questioning himself when he dwells on the sight of you that he loves — which is you absolutely ruined. hair messy, tears streaming, mascara running, spit everywhere, with you, mouth wide slobbering on his cock. it’s quite kinky he finds, but he likes what he likes.

“naughty girl,” his voice shy above a whisper while he tugs at your hair. “you love this *huff* don’t you?”

you respond with something resembling a cry while his tip prods at your uvula.

it’s so lewd, the way your spit begins to pool at your knees while he grabs two fistfuls of that pretty hair of yours. he can’t help it, you feel too good, and as of lately you’ve had quite the mouth on you.

he finds it’s time to punish you for that.

his hips don’t falter, watching tears prod at your lash line — it only encourages him to keep going, given that he’s gonna cum at any minute.

“i know this is what you wanted—” he sighs, rearranging his grip.

he takes that meek muffle you emit around his girth as an answer, one he did not ask for.

“all that fucking mouth on you, think we’ve found a better use,” he chuckles, looking down on you as his hand facets itself to the back of your head, holding every inch of him down your throat. “dont’cha think?”

this will always be the ultimate stress relief for him and he wouldn’t have it any other way than releasing thick white ropes in your mouth at the end of a long day, week, or even month.

© SLUTTSUMU 2024

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Hello! I was wondering, if you'd like, could you write a hc for Toshiro, Shinji and Shunsui (and if you'd like to add any other characters), dealing with a fem!reader who just won't confess her love, even though it's very obvious? It can be fluff or smut, whatever you prefer. I would love to see what you come up with! Thank you very much in advance! 💗

Bleach Men and Shy Reader

Hello! Sorry it took me a while to get to this! I'm always struggling to keep characterization accurate which is why this took forever. I love this request btw. So I just didn't get a HC feel for this because I felt like half the fun was in the dialogue of getting reader to confess. So I wrote scenarios instead. Hope you don't mind! ^_^' All fluff, slightly suggestive at places but mostly harmless.

icons by @/pfpanimes and @/xoxomyseriesxoxo

Toshiro (aged up)

"Y/n, I think we're good. We got all the information we need."

Toshiro runs a hand through his hair, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as he takes in their surroundings one last time. Their surveying mission had gone well and he was hoping to get back to Soul Society before the sun sets.

"Y/n...?"

He looks around, then his face turns into a look of exasperation as he sees you petting Hyorinmaru like a puppy. Even Hyorinamru seemed to be enjoying the attention, eyes closed, making a loud rumbling noise which he supposed could be comparable to a cat purring.

You were some distance away so he starts to walk over to you as you press your forehead against the large ice dragon's face. It was perplexing why Hyorinmaru behaved the way he did around you, but of course, zanpakuto were mainifestations of their owners. Hitsugaya's face relaxed slighty and took on a softer expression as you continued to play with Hyorinmaru. He was also uncomfortably aware of the way his heart beat a little faster when you were around. Perhaps that's why his zanpakuto behaved similarly.

You were cooing at the large blue dragon. "You're such a good boy. The best ice dwagon...yes..."

You press a kiss to Hyorinmaru's face. Softly, you then say, "I wonder if Hitsugaya taicho feels it when I kiss you..."

Hitsugaya freezes, wondering if he should say something. He didn't feel it, but wouldn't it be wondrous if he could?

"Y/n," he calls out, making you jump. Your face turns red, and you quickly try to compose yourself.

"Hitsugaya taicho! I apologize, I didn't hear you. Are we done with our mission?"

"Yes...I believe we are." He hesitates before saying, "What were you telling Hyorinmaru before?"

You feel your heart racing and try to brush off his question. "It's nothing! I was just being silly. He's a very sweet dragon."

"Yes, I suppose he can be..."

A moment of awkward silence passes between you both before you say, "We'd better get back to Soul Society huh?" Trying to pass over your awkward exchange, you slip past Hitsugaya and start walking back. Hyorinmaru vanishes a minute later as Hitsugaya follows you.

After a few minutes, Hitsugaya quietly says, "I can't feel it."

Your heart skips a beat. Surely you must have heard wrong. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I can't feel it when you kiss Hyorinmaru."

A jolt of electricty runs through you. Had he heard that?! "Oh, well good. That would have been weird."

"Yeah I guess so...but...would it be a bad thing?"

"Would what be a bad thing?"

"If I could feel it."

You feel like your heart may leap out of your chest. A nervous laugh bubbles out of you. "Well you can't so...I guess we'll never know!"

"I mean you could just tell me."

Your words catch in your throat. When you talk again, they come out shaky. "Tell you what?"

"If it's good or bad."

A very palpable, tense, moment lingers between both of you. All that can be heard is the rustling of your robes and your footsteps as the both of you continue to walk.

"I guess...it wouldn't be...too bad, right?" You offer.

"No, I don't think it would be." Hitsugaya looks directly at you. "Those words weren't meant for Hyorinmaru to hear excusively were they?"

You look away. "Well I wasn't saying it out loud intentionally if that's what you mean."

"What's the worst that could've happened? If you had said those words to me?"

"You may have gotten the wrong impression of me..."

"Wrong impression? So you don't like me?"

Well you had kind stepped right into that question. "I...I..."

Why was it so hard to admit your feelings? Your eyes squeeze shut.

"Hey, y/n. It's ok." Hitsugaya pats your shoulder reassuringly. "How about this? I'll bring out Hyorinmaru. You can tell him whatever you want. If that makes it easier."

You look at him with gratitude in your eyes. You knew you weren't getting out of this one until Hitsugaya had a satisfactory answer.

With a small swish of reiatsu, Hyorinmaru appears in front of you. You look into the striking blue eyes of the dragon, so similar to its owner, and take its face between your hands.

"Hey Hyorinmaru," you say softly. "So, I just wanted to say. I think I like someone, and he knows it. But...I'm scared to admit my feelings because...deep down...I feel like he's worthy of someone more talented and special. So if you have an answer to this, please let me know."

Warm hands wrap around your waist and to your surprise, Hitsugaya pulls you against him, resting his cheek on the back of your head.

"Is this enough for an answer?"

You take a deep breath, cheeks pink as a peach.

"Yeah. More than enough."

Shinji

You and Shinji trudged back to his quarters after a particularly tiring mission. It wasn't uncommon for you recuperate in his quarters because his place was simply the closest to the gate when getting back into the Seiretei. And after a long gruelling mission, questions about appropriateness get tossed out the window.

Your muscles ache and you feel your reiatsu pulse as you force yourself to walk. The comforting feeling of the courtyards near Shinji's quarters fill your senses.

"Not too far along now y/n. You can shower first this time."

You look at Shinji side eyed, remembering how the last time he'd hidden the soap when you had made a dash to the bathroom to shower first.

Clearly he was remembering it too because he smirks at you and says, "How about next time, you bring your own soap, you freeloader?"

"I'm a rookie shinigami, taicho. I hardly make enough to afford luxuries like soap." You respond sarcastically.

"You just wanna use mine because you like the way I smell. Admit it. You get off on having my scent on your skin." Shinji says teasingly, giving you a shit-eating grin.

The color rises in your face and you look away. It was true but you couldn't admit that. Instead you say, "As if. Like I enjoy smelling like your cheap deodarant."

"And how would you know my deodarant smells cheap? Have you been going through my toiletries y/n? Like some kind of pervert?" Shinji nudges you playfully.

"Why I might have to start hiding my boxers, in case I find you in my room sniffing around at night."

"Eeewww," you say, wrinkling your nose. You start to walk faster so that you're ahead of him, not wanting him to see how fantastically red your face is getting.

Chuckling, Shinji sprints after you, grabbing the back of your shihakusho, and bringing you to his side, arm draping possessively around your shoulders so that you can't move.

"Taicho," you say through gritted teeth. "What would happen if someone sees us this way? It's very unbecoming of a captain."

"Strange, I don't seem to recall you saying that whenever you crash at my place after a mission." Shinji stops walking and turns so that he's facing you, blocking your way, a hand on each of your shoulders.

You can't look at him now, and drop your gaze. "That's...different. I sleep in your spare bedroom. We both know that and would say the same. But this kind of behavior...out here in the open...someone might mistake us..."

"Mistake us how exactly?" Shinji presses, not relenting at the fact that you're barely able to keep your head up now. "Mistake us as...lovers?"

He drawls the last word and you squeeze your eyes shut. Your heart races and you can't seem to think of a comeback. He was so close to you and his hands were holding on tight.

"N-no," you stammer, trying to keep calm.

"No? What else could they mistake us for that's gotten you so red?" Shinji takes a step closer to you and grasps your chin, lifting you face up to look at his. Helpless, you look into his brown eyes which are looking at yours with amusement.

When you fail to reply, he continues. "There's plenty of reasons they could mistake us for lovers, y/n. I mean, we cuddle on the couch."

"That's because-"

"We've eaten together so many times I've lost count." He barrels over your objection. "Your toothbrush is in a cup on my bathroom counter. Do I need to keep giving you more examples about how unconventional our relationship is? It definitely isn't a captain-subordinate one anymore."

Caught, you try to jerk your face out of his grip which only tightens. "Well, doll? Because if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're living with me, but you seem to be trying to convince yourself otherwise."

"I-that's-" you sputter, trying to retort. "How about the fact that we don't feel that way about each other? Doesn't that count for anything?" you say desperately, hoping for a final chance to keep your heart from getting hurt.

Shinji's expression changes from amusement to thoughfulness. "Don't feel that way about each other...hmm...so...why am I teasing you this way? Why do I allow you to cuddle up to me when we're watching TV? Why am I here, forcing you to look at me, and making my intentions known if I don't feel that way about you?"

Your heart skips a beat and you quit struggling. He couldn't possibly...?

"And why are you blushing so much when I say all this? Why haven't you stopped looking at my lips this whole time?" His voice becomes a soft timbre and his hands drop from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Why are you so resistant to what you're feeling towards me?"

Your chest swells with emotion as his words wash over you. For the longest time, you'd hidden your feelings, hoping he wouldn't notice. Because how embarrssing and cliche? A subordinate falling for her captain?

"I...may...like you as more...than my captain..." You admit grudgingly.

"There we go. Now was that so hard?" Shinji rests his thumbs on your cheeks, stroking gently. "For the record, I'm not playing around. I'm serious."

You peek up at him. "Promise?"

"Well...I'm not a fan of making promises I can't keep- OUCH!" Shinji lets out a yelp of pain as you shove him hard in the ribs before scurrying off towards his quarters.

Humbled, he quickly chases after you. "Y/n! I am dead serious! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!"

When he hears you laughing, his eyes narrow.

"Very well then doll...I suppose I'll have to torture the confession out of you while hiding the soap again...maybe this time after you've gotten in the shower..."

Shunsui

Your eyes roam over the voluptous shinigami talking to Shunsui. He certainly seems to have a type. You sigh and try to focus on your own work. Being an aide to Shunsui has been insightful in terms of getting experience but also an eye-opening period where you would see how many women seem to sidle up to him for attention.

Shunsui chuckles at the woman before she saunters out, hips swaying. He fixes his hat and stretches, the neck of his shihakusho slipping down to reveal his toned pecs.

Such a slut you think to yourself as you try to finish your paperwork. Although, truth be told, you weren't sure if that was entirely true. Women went up to him all the time, sure. How many of those women made it back to his quarters was another question entirely. Not as many as people thought, according to Nanao.

Shunsui glances over at you, a cheeky smile widening over his face. "Enjoying the view?" he teases, as you suddenly flush, realizing you'd been staring shamelessly at his chest for the past minute.

"N-no," you stammer. "Just wondering how brazen you must be to have your shihakusho practically untied while in the office."

"Not as brazen as my subordinate who's been visually feeling me up," he shoots back with a wink.

You quickly look back to your paperwork. Was it your fault he was an attractive looking man for his age? You heart thuds in your chest and you take a deep breath to calm down. This does not go unnoticed by Kyoraku who puts his face on his palm, leaning on his desk looking at you.

"Let's get a drink tonight."

Surely you misheard him. "...What?"

"I know you heard me y/n." He chuckles, a rich, low, rumble emanating from his throat. "And based on what I've seen, I think you've imagined more than having a drink with me."

Your throat goes dry. "You got that...from a one-off look?" Your words come out like a croak.

"Well darling, you've been making eyes at me all evening. Thought I'd save you the trouble." He gets up from the desk and wanders over towards you.

Your brain goes into panic mode. "I-I can't. Busy today."

"Ah hm...I see." Shunsui says in that lazy way, getting closer to you. "Busy. So very busy. Tell me. What plans do you have tonight that you're too busy to get a drink with your captain?"

Your mind blanks out at his question. Seeing the look of disarray on your face, Shunsui offers you a sympathetic pat. "I can give you a minute if you need to come up with an excuse. Maybe pretend to watch the birds outside?"

Your cheeks burn at his suggestion. "Unnecessary. Clearly I don't have one. Apart from I don't want to."

"Now why's that? I like you, and you seem to return the feeling. I've been around long enough to know when a woman is interested in me. So what's the problem?"

"I'm your subordinate. And with your reputation I don't wish to be another statistic in your book."

"Statistic?" Shunsui looks at you with sharp eyes. "Darling, how many women do you think I've been with?"

"I don't know. 2000 years is a long time."

He looks stunned at your words then sighs deeply. "I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm not thinking of making you a 'statistic'. I actually like you."

Your heart races. "Say that again."

"I like you. I'm not too proud to hide how I feel. Now how about you stop insulting me and admit you like me too?"

You take a deep breath. "I'll have a drink with you."

"Well that's a start I suppose."

"And tie up your damn shihakusho."

"And miss the chance to have you stare at me all night?" Shunsui's eyes glitter with mischief. "I think not."

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Grimmjow getting jealous of his s/o gushing over cute cats?

“Who’s a pretty kitty? Are you? Yes you are!”

Grimmjow growled under his breath. Watching [Y/N] pet some stray that had walked up to them and scratching behind the cats ears. Their loud purring and [Y/N]’s incessant cooing at them was getting annoying.

“Can we go? I’m tired of standing around out here.”

[Y/N] gave a quick ‘oh, sure’ and stood up. The two of them moved to leave and just as they got a few paces ahead, the cat was following them. “Awww! Look Grimm! He’s trying to follow us home.”

“This is why you shouldn’t pet strays.” He grumbled.

“But he was just so cute! Do you think he’ll really follow us the whole way home?”

Grimmjow growled again, then turned around a hissed loudly at the cat. The feline instantly shuttered and took off with it’s tail between his legs. “What was that for??”

“I don’t want it following us home.” He told them. Grabbing their hand and pulling them along.

[Y/N] frowned and tried to wrench their hand away. But, no luck. His grip was too strong. “That was still really mean Grimm. There’s no reason for you to scare the poor thing like that. He’s probably traumatized.”

The Arrancar scoffed. “Please. He’s a wild animal. He’ll be fine.”

“He’s a stray cat. Not a jaguar.”

“Which you already have at home.”

[Y/N] stopped all of a sudden. Acting as an anchor to their walk and stopping Grimmjow as well. “Is that what this is about? You’re jealous of a little cat.”

He looked shocked before he quickly frowned. “No! Don’t be stupid! I just don’t want all those fleas around the house. I don’t want to get contaminated just because you keep picking up strays.”

He pulled them along again, and this time [Y/N] followed. After a moment they told him, “if you want me to pet you when I get home I can.”

“I’m not jealous!” He snapped at them. But, after a moment as well, he told them, “if you wash your hands first….”

[satsugacafe]

𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: (1) Can I ask for relationship hcs for Jugram?(If it really possible? Lollol) And NSFW too, if u dont mind :)This boy need more love in this fandom :c (2) Can you please write sfw and nsfw headcanons for jugram, yhwach (separately) x fem reader? Thanks ❤️❤️

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Yhwach headcanons will be in a separate post, anon, since I wrote so much for Jugram. I really hope you all enjoy this and aren’t overwhelmed by the length, because I tend to be thorough for these types of content, and I also wanted to write a lot for him (he’s my fav). I also sectioned of the SFW from the NSFW for those who just wanna read the SFW.

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: I tried to make this entirely GN reader, but got sidetracked in the NSFW section, so fem!reader in the NSFW section, very long, possessiveness, talks of hard and soft dom!Jugram, oral (giving & receiving), rough & soft sex, sub!reader, marking (spanking & creampies), hair pulling, pet names, fingering, aftercare

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: SFW and NSFW headcanons for being in a relationship with Jugram Haschwalth

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

「 ✦ SFW Headcanons ✦ 」

˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t perfect when it came to dating you. At first, he made it appear out of duty rather than emotions and connections, so it was a bumpy start. Juggling you, his duty to Yhwach and his friendship was an imbalance in the beginning. He struggled to separate his time for each of you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Dating Jugram is not an easy task because you have to be prepared to have most of your time with him fragmented, because of his dedication and loyalty to Yhwach. A date you two planned might be interrupted by the sudden request of his presence or helping him de-stress would be interrupted by him needing to sort out some arising matters.

˚₊‧꒰ა You once joked about how Yhwach might be jealous of you stealing away his right-hand man and having him devoted to another, which made him momentarily smile. He doesn’t admit it much, but you make him feel alive and help add colour to the mechanical aspect of his life.

˚₊‧꒰ა You must be prepared to receive his form of words of affirmation. They’re not over-the-top, or flowery. Instead, they are rather curt and straightforward. His compliments and adoration surround your duties and how good you are to him. “You were excellent today on the field,” he’ll mention softly, or on softer days, “You’ve ruined me, you know?”

˚₊‧꒰ა There are moments when you can manage to catch him in a slight sentimental drift, and many tender words come tumbling out. Preferably during a stressful period when Yhwach came down harsher than usual, or he had a burnout—he would hold you tighter as though you were his lifeline. “This feels nice. Thank you,” he whispers into your stomach as he holds you.

˚₊‧꒰ა It’s an odd, yet comforting and understanding gesture you had come to learn about him. Given his childhood and upbringing, physical affections weren’t something Jugram relied on or received in a comforting manner. It left him touch-starved with a bitter taste in his mouth. Hesitant to approach the act even though he desired to.

˚₊‧꒰ა So when you came into the picture and started showering him with physical affection, he treated you with feline behaviour, seeking distance because it was overwhelming and not within his stoic mannerism to be so physical. But when he did come around, you’d get those moments when he would cling to you as though you were about to vanish.

˚₊‧꒰ა All his touches are reserved for closed doors, minus brushing your hair out your face, placing a hand on your lower back or brushing his hand against yours. He found it odd how much he craved your warmth and safety. You were his safe haven.

˚₊‧꒰ა Falls asleep in your arms after a long day of duties and overseeing the Empire for Yhwach. At first, he used to tense when you ran your fingers through his hair. Now, he melts under your touch as it lulls him to sleep. Your arms have become a frequent place for him to disassociate from the world.

˚₊‧꒰ა Speaking of hair. You once asked him for his hair routine, and he calmly stated that he had none and that his hair was naturally silky and majestic. You had never been so bummed out in your entire life. However, it doesn’t stop you from offering to wash his hair or combing it after a long day.

˚₊‧꒰ა You’re the only person who can convince him—through dire persuasion—to allow you to style his hair during your private moments behind closed doors. But you’re not getting to put bows and clips in his hair. He’ll let you put some braids in since he’s from a time when braids were a common practice and a form of affection, even let you wash his hair (scratch his scalp and he might pur).

˚₊‧꒰ა Though, he would request that you keep your affections quieter in public settings since he had his professional image to upon and Yhwach was always observing. He didn’t need his King questioning why you were clingy and could not control yourself.

˚₊‧꒰ა Getting Jugram to whisper those three little words was perhaps a roller coaster ride. To him, his acts of service and words of affirmation should be enough to let you know that he loved you. Why do you need him to vocalise it?

˚₊‧꒰ა A trip to one of the female Sternritters or Bazz would let him know that it was important to say nonetheless. And that’s how you got Jugram to whisper, “I love you,” in the most heartfelt and tender tone as he held you closely. Still, it’s not all the time he says it.

˚₊‧꒰ა Expect to hear it if you get injured and he nearly loses you, after a sentimental moment filled with reassurance, or when you shower him in kisses and whisper the words until he mutters them with a tender smile.

˚₊‧꒰ა As an individual who is focused on displaying his devotion through his loyalty and service, the same will be done towards you. Silently draping his cloak over you when he notices you forgot yours or were chill, sending up fresh tea or breakfast each morning because he knows you’re too stubborn to eat properly, helping you ascend through the ranks.

˚₊‧꒰ა Jugram cares more than he likes to admit, believing that his actions were enough to convince you of his affection and devotion towards him. In the beginning, your relationship would be rough since he treated it like a duty similar to serving Yhwach. You had to be patient when it came to teaching him the proper ropes of relationship etiquette, so he could excel.

˚₊‧꒰ა Overprotective to some degree. The world is already cruel to Quincies, he doesn’t need to lose someone he considers important to the horrors of this world. Hence, his reason for excluding you from certain fieldwork or tagging along for extra security when he can. If not, he would pair you with someone he considered capable, though he never once saw anyone worthy of protecting you besides himself.

˚₊‧꒰ა His protectiveness does become overbearing because he treats you like glass as if you didn’t have the capability to dismantle the second-strongest Quincy with a few sweet words and hugs. It does lead to arguments which results in getting nowhere due to his stagnation. However, for your sake, as much as he wouldn’t outrightly admit, he would ease up on certain protective measures.

˚₊‧꒰ა Gifts will be given and that’s one time Jugram will not hold back, nor will he accept you informing him that he was doing too much. It’s his way of expressing his love and devotion—by wanting the person he’s with to have all that they need and want to make living comfortable. “Is there anything else you wish for, liebchen?”

˚₊‧꒰ა It is also his way of apologising if he did something. However, he would take a trip to Bazz, Askin or Bambietta for a bit of advice on what he could do to make it up to you, without revealing your relationship details.

˚₊‧꒰ა On that note—incredibly private on any topic involving your relationship and hate when something speaks about you. He would stand nearby, straining his ears to overhear the conversation, and should it be negative, whoever it was, would be removed from office before the day was over. “You’ve exercised your ability to be insolent for quite some time—today that ends.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Doesn’t like when you talk negatively about yourself because what do you mean you don’t see yourself as capable or strong or worthy? Hello?! In his mind, the fact that you were able to convince him that you were the best person to be with and managed to bag yourself a complex man like him, was an accomplishment by itself. You should be praising yourself, highly.

˚₊‧꒰ა He would be awkward on the emotional spectrum of consoling you. He would sit there, staring at you and wondering what exactly he should do. Say something? Hold you? Give you space? Sit and wait till you were done? Call for help? His words, when he does find the right thing to say, will carry notes of warmth and appreciation. “Please do not cry, schatz. It hurts me to see you this broken—you are one of the strongest people I know.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He would nestle you in bed, draping a ton of blankets over you and demanding that you remain stationed since you were in no condition to perform your duties. Would send the servants to fetch you food and tea, and well…you might be lucky to have him feed you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Stepping aside from that, you have Jugram who grows weak and flustered whenever he sees you in his clothes. Be it his uniform or his clothes, it doesn’t matter if it’s fitted or loose, he grows weakened at the sight. His hands would curl into fists at his sides as he fights to restrain himself from holding you. “You look…—It would appear that my clothes suit you better than me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Reassurances. On his end that is. You need to let this man know that he’s enough and important. Let him know how much you adore and need him, he is loved and appreciated. He’ll fumble—stunned at the emotional display of words being directed towards him but appreciated them.

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, onto kissing him. The first time he experienced what a kiss felt like, he would not admit it—he melted on the inside and couldn’t shake the feeling of your lips on his. From that day on, kissing you has become one of his favourite forms of physical affection. Be it to his forehead, the crown of his head, your hand or wrist, your cheek, neck or lips.

˚₊‧꒰ა There’s something about you kissing him goodbye or good morning that helps to make his day a little brighter. It’s like a good luck charm that unconventionally chases away the stormy clouds.

˚₊‧꒰ა Kissing him easily ventures into an erratic interaction if one of you doesn’t break apart. His lips will remain glued to your skin and wander, while his grip on you tightens, his body pressing firmly against yours. He becomes a little more vocal during this moment, his terms of expressions confidently flowing from his mouth. “You drive me crazy, you know that? I could keep you here with me all day—you’re mine.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ah yes, how could I have forgotten. His possessive streak. You cannot tell me that this man is not naturally possessive and jealous. Like why do you need to be close to others when you have me? Why do you need someone else to train you? I’m here. Where are you going without me? Why was that person flirting with what’s mine? “You’re mine, don’t forget that, or I’ll have to remind you and everyone else.”

˚₊‧꒰ა When it comes to ensuring that you and others remember who you belong to, Jugram transforms into a calculating, dominant individual (as if he isn’t). He wouldn’t be heavily affectionate and whatnot, but he will hover and remain glued at your side, and use terms of endearment a lot more, like ‘Schatz, engel, liebchen, liebe lien and so forth.’

˚₊‧꒰ა He’ll whisper against your lips after a hungry kiss, “You’re mine. Don’t forget that, or I’ll have to remind you.” His way of saying that you’re his, while it is possessive, he says it with the hidden meaning of ‘Don’t leave me, you’re all I have,’ since you are regarded as the (second) most precious person to him. You gotta fight against Yhwach for first place.

「 ✦ NSFW Headcanons ✦ 」

˚₊‧꒰ა First and foremost, his cock is pretty (if y’all didn’t know that). It’s pretty just like him—long, thick and girthy. And his stamina is insanely otherworldly. He could edge himself for a long while, all for the sake of ensuring you come first, and to display his dominance.

˚₊‧꒰ა He is a service top. This man’s entire life is built around being devoted and serving, you cannot tell me that while he retains his dominance, he is willing to showcase his ability to care and provide through being a thorough lover—listening to your needs and desires and giving, while incorporating his touch.

˚₊‧꒰ა He thrives off knowing that your pleasure is taken care of and you are satisfied. But it doesn’t mean that he isn’t willing to accept reciprocity. On his days when he’s stressed or requires reassurance, you just gotta push him down in his chair or bed and get to work. He’ll be gripping the sheets or you for life.

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, with his service top complex, he is a dominant, somewhere in between a hard and soft dom. Being submissive isn’t something you would get from him, but Jugram will allow you a moment to show your devotion by relaxing and letting you do your thing. He’s still holding onto the reigns.

˚₊‧꒰ა So, with his possessive streak, he enjoys body worshipping and leaving his mark all over you, in discreet places, of course. His mouth is attached to your skin throughout the entire session. If he’s not whispering in your ear, he’s biting or kissing your skin. Or his hands are gripping you tightly to leave a few bruises. And, uh, he secretly enjoys it when you leave scratches down his back.

˚₊‧꒰ა You once saw him looking at his back in the mirror one morning after a rough night, his fingers tracing the red lines he could reach with a small smile on his face. He likes the idea of having a mark that represents you, on him.

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, speaking of marking. Jugram has a thing (his possessiveness) for filling you up to the brim and no, he doesn’t agree to make a mess. It’s either swallowing (if you’re into it) or he empties himself inside you, and he prefers the latter a lot more due to his mild breeding kink. It’s not to get you pregnant, but he enjoys the idea of you being thoroughly marked through this method.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’ll calmly push his cum back into your pussy if it was spilling out, murmuring about how pretty it looked in you, and this leads to him fingering you into another orgasm. He also enjoys watching his handprints all over your ass after he spanks you.

˚₊‧꒰ა When he’s being a hard dom, you can expect it to showcase during times of high stress or you’ve riled him up. He’s rougher and will have you pinned under him for hours, leaving you incapacitated when finished. He’ll take you from behind, pulling your hair to sink you into a deeper arch while leaving handprints all over your ass as he whispers his filth. “Look at how well you take me. Just like that, liebchen. Squeeze me tighter.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s a simple guy when it comes to positions, sticking to missionary, face down ass up, cowgirl, bent of his desk and taking you against the wall. As for where he takes you, mainly resides behind closed doors—you aren’t getting him to take you in public. In the bedroom or in his office for the most public of places.

˚₊‧꒰ა His patience is unnerving. The way you could tease and taunt this man the entire mission, even if it takes days to complete, he will retain his composure UNTIL you return to Silbern. Then it’s his game, and you are to do as he commands otherwise, punishment.

˚₊‧꒰ა Jugram’s usual form of punishment, when you misbehave, would focus on spanking, overstimulation, edging and orgasm denial. He loves to hear you beg and sound needy and desperate for him—fuels his pride to know you want him so badly. He’ll use this opportunity to have you on your knees and show him just how much you crave him—suck his dick.

˚₊‧꒰ა I’m serious. He really enjoys it when you suck him off—when you struggle to take all of him yet determined to continue pleasing. It makes him smile as he guides your mouth along his cock. “Such a good girl. You’re doing so well.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ugh, the way he speaks to you during sex is heavenly. The things he says make you question where this vocality was hiding. “You were made for me, every inch of you belongs to my will,” “I can’t get enough of you,” “Look at me—let me see how crazy I drive you,” “Do you feel that? How consumed you are by me?” “You know exactly what you do to me, and you like it, don’t you?” “Say my name. Say who you belong to.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He loves to whisper and remind you that you belong to him. Whether you’ve done something that requires him to put you in your place or a passionate moment—he’ll always tell you that you’re his and never forget that.

˚₊‧꒰ა  Underneath this shell of his, Jugram also has his softer dom side which is displayed more often whenever you two have sex on the regular. His soft dom side is filled with him expressing his reverence, like a sentimental moment, a little session before you sleep or you returned from fieldwork alive. Along the lines of that.

˚₊‧꒰ა His lips are attached to you most of the time, his forehead against yours and looking into your eyes. There’s not an inch of space between your bodies due to the way he’s moulded himself against yours. A little more vocal in terms of moaning, and fewer words since he’s deep into the moment, trying to connect with your soul.

˚₊‧꒰ა Eye contact is a serious thing for him. Whether his face is buried between your thighs, you’re going down on him or either of you are on top, he wants to maintain some level of eye contact.

˚₊‧꒰ა During his softer side, he’ll have you face him a lot more and will also allow you to ride him without attempting to manhandle you under him. However, the grip on your waist and hips is a silent reminder that he is still in control.

˚₊‧꒰ა Ah, yes. Pet names. I know I’ve mentioned terms of endearment he would address you by, but during sex, he’ll call you a ‘good girl,’ ‘princess,’ ‘darling,’ ‘sweetheart,’ in his sultry voice. Especially when he’s moaning in your ear or sweet-talking and praising you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Jugram really loves it when you moan his name. It doesn’t matter how. Be it sweetly, raspy, broken, squealing, whining, pathetically—he loves the way his name rolls off your tongue. A reason why he indulges in eating you out, just to watch you lose composure as you struggle to catch your breath and speak his name.

˚₊‧꒰ა I might not have mentioned it, but Jugram loves the way you taste. The act of eating you out is something he views as him venturing into losing control. Like, he knows he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself after getting a taste. He gets so lost in your taste, that he can’t believe you’re this heavenly and capable of making him lose his composure.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s not going to tell you this, but during the session when you take the lead, mainly because of him being stressed or needing reassurance. When you praise him, letting him know how good of a lover he is, how he takes good care of you and how important he is to you and the empire—he loves it. Makes him feel good.

˚₊‧꒰ა Just praise this man more often. He praises Yhwach far too much, that he deserves his moment for being front and centre.

˚₊‧꒰ა This one doesn’t matter whether or not he’s in hard or soft dom mode: wear lingerie for him and watch as he slowly cracks, especially if it’s his favourite colour. He has a preference for babydoll dresses, but honestly, just wear lingerie or even his clothes if you want to drive him up a wall.

˚₊‧꒰ა Whisper in his ear how much you want him, run your hands all over his chest, rake your fingers through his hair. Congratulations, you have a composed man who lost his control and has become unhinged. If you’re in his office, you’re getting bent over his desk, if in the bedroom, then pinned under him in some position.

˚₊‧꒰ა Not a fan of quickies since he isn’t allowed to have you the way he would like, however, he would oblige if he has the time for them, due to your persuasive methods. A quickie in the shower is one he wouldn’t have an issue with.

˚₊‧꒰ა Doesn’t matter whether hard or soft dom, aftercare is important to him. Jugram will clean you up, get you a glass of water and massage what areas he can while asking how you’re feeling. His favourite aftermath is mostly pillow talk, as you two are lying in each other’s arms, your body still trembling from the intensity because he’s a thorough lover. He’ll press a kiss to your hair and whisper, “You did well. I love you.”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @edensrose

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You're All I Want ᢉ𐭩Kurosaki Ichigo X reader

𓂃۶ৎ warnings: time-skip ichigo (18+), nsfw, masturbation, smut content/lemon , Female reader + slight angst :P

𓂃۶ৎ context: Ichigo lies in his bed, his mind consumed by the thoughts of you after breaking up with you every. inch of his mind is filled with memories of your touch. Eventually, one thing leads to another.

a/n: this was fun , lols

𓂃۶ৎ The room was dim, there was nothing bur silence in the as Ichigo lies in his bed, thinking about you. He was recalling every moment of you, each moment consuming him more than the last. He couldn’t shake the image of you smiling out of his head, the sound of your voice echoing through his ears.

Almost every night was like this after he broke up with you, he’d go home after a long day of work, lying on his bed for maybe even hours, thinking about you. He’d think about how your perfume would smell when you walked past by him, the way your hips swayed, your hair flowing behind you as you walked by.

He hugged his pillow, imagining that it was you, having regrets for even leaving you. He wanted you to be here oh so badly, he wanted to hold you closer to his chest, smell the scent of your shampoo in your hair. Why did he make such a dumb choice..

It drove him insane that he couldn’t talk to you, how he couldn’t know what you were up to.

Even though you guys were no longer together he saw you everyday—at work—he hated seeing the other guys at work starting to flirt with you after finding out you two were separated. Why was he feeling this way? He’s the one that broke up with you.

Just then, another memory of you flashed through his mind, a lewd one.

He remember seeing you drop papers onto the floor on accident, he was just about to help you pick them up until you bent over, revealing your red laced panties. He stand back, shocked by the pair.. he’s never seen those panties before, were you already seeing someone else? And you were wearing those panties just to impress them?

That’s what he thought after he finished touching himself to you in his private space.

But anyways,

You drove him absolutely nuts, there would be times he wouldn’t sleep because of you, he couldn’t eat comfortably without you, he can’t even feel without you.

He turned side to side in his bed, uncomfortable and ashamed of the throbbing feeling down his crotch. He was ashamed of his erection, he shouldn’t be feeling this way.. he shouldn’t be remembering your sweet ass bending over right in front of him, almost like it was intentional.. but he couldn’t help it.

“Fuck it.”

almost immediately, ichigo pulls down his pants before grabbing his phone from his nightstand. He went through his camera roll, wanting to find a specific video..

He respected you, he really did. But he couldn’t delete a video the two of you made together, he had desires and you were the only person who could fulfill those desires. You gave him permission of course to let him record you while you were riding him, Ichigo said he’d use it when you’re not around, to remind himself that waiting for you would be worth it.

Eventually—after scrolling so far— Ichigo found the video he was looking for, the video he needed for this very moment.

He spat into his own hand to use as lube, he pressed play finally.

He began to thrust his cock into his hand, slowly at first. But soon enough as the video continued to play further—to his favorite part— his hand began to move up and down at a faster rate.

It was the part where he filled your pussy to the brim with his cum, seeing you roll back your eyes, biting your lips to prevent making any noise, but slight moans continued to flow out of you.

After he finished coming inside of you, he lowered the camera down, making sure to video his cum leaking out of your destroyed pussy, when he thought that the cum was about to completely ooze out of you and onto the sheets, he took his figure, shoving his finger into your cunt to shove his cum right back inside of you.

“I-Ichigo!” you moaned out, your back arching just by his finger. He shushed you up politely, “I’m just making sure you take all of my cum.”

Oh how Ichigo missed you.. if only you were here jerking him off. You always did a much better job than he did. Ichigo furrowed his eyebrows together, he stopped the jerking movement of his hand and grabbed his pillow.

He sat up on his knees on his bed, he placed his phone aside, letting the video continue to play as he was going to fuck his pillow.

Soft grunts and groans could be heard from his room, he fucked his pillow as if it were you. Thrusting his cock into it at a rapid pace, he gripped the pillow as if they were your hips, helping you bounce on his dick much better.

Imagining and remembering how your ass jiggled on top of his dick, how your walls gripped onto him, your sweet lustful moans, the way his balls slapped against your ass..

How the room you two would be fucking in, be filled with moans, grunts, whimpers as well with the sound of skin clapping on each other.

“A-Ah fuck..” He whimpered out as he came all over his pillow. Annoyed that he’d have to clean his pillow once again this week.

He pulled back his pants, putting away his still hard and twitching sex. He was just about to leave the room to get ready for bed, until..

Y/N <3, calling.

When he saw his phone ringing, he jumped in place. He grabbed his phone as quickly as possible, afraid that you’d end up ending the call or the call would end up ending itself because he took too long to answer.

In a shaky and almost scared voice—as if you somehow caught him masturbating— he said, “H-Hello..?”

“When were you planning to call me?!” His body stiffened up when hearing your voice go through his phone, he was planning on calling you but he wasn’t sure if you wanted to even get a call from him.. so he was just procrastinating on it really.

“I didn’t know if-”

“You idiot! Of course I wanted a call from you?! don’t you see how much I’m in pain?” He pulled his phone away slightly by how loud you were yelling over the phone.

“You know it wasn’t easy letting you in.. so how’d you leave and be able to go to sleep without me..” Your voice became quieter and softer over the phone, he could hear your voice crack, letting him know that you were on the verge of tears.

“Y/N.”

“Y-Yes..?”

“Will you please take me back.. I’m so sorry. I have no idea what I was doing, I was so lost, lost without you. I need you, and I need you bad. Will you please forgive this idiot of yours? and maybe even take him back.”

“You idiot..

Of course I’ll take you back.”

yayy

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍫ɞ˚‧｡⋆ Sweeter Than Chocolate ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍫ɞ˚‧｡⋆

Shinji Hirako x reader

CW: MDNI, nsfw smut, established relationship, afab!reader, use of pet names (it's Shinji after all), making out, oral sex (female and male receiving), hair pulling, frotting, vaginal sex, cowgirl

WC: 2,800

Notes: Happy Valentine's Day! Here's a little sweet treat for you all 💖 Prompt 7 from this prompt list here was used for inspiration! I tweaked it a bit, though, just to better fit the Bleach universe and Shinji's way of speaking. 💕

“Ah, that was fun, doll!” Shinji sings as you both enter your shared home, slipping off your shoes. You had just returned from a surprise date in the World of the Living that Shinji had planned for you both to celebrate Valentine’s Day.

“Mhm, it sure was! Thanks again.” You give him a quick back hug as he had already been making his way to the living room after taking off his plum-colored beret and tinted glasses. He gives you a toothy grin over his shoulder, plopping the cap onto your head. “Anythin’ fer my darlin’.”

You laugh as you release him, taking the beret off and following him to the couch where he drops his dark overcoat after shrugging it off before heading to the record player that sits in the room.

“Any requests?” He questions in a slightly distracted tone as he rifles through his vast record collection.

“Hmm, no... Surprise me!” 

Shinji gives you a sly smirk over his shoulder before picking an album and placing it on the turntable.

“Though, speaking of surprises…” you continue luringly, drawing his attention away from the record player and towards you. “I’ve got one for you this time.” You announce, reaching for the bag that you had been carrying throughout the night and grabbing something tucked away inside. “Ta-da!”

You hand him a small heart-shaped box that’s gold in color and sealed with an elegantly tied red bow. He raises a curious eyebrow before a look of realization flashes on his face.

“Ahh, so ya had ‘em with ya the whole time. No wonder I didn’t see ‘em anywhere here before we left. I was wonderin’ when ya’d give ‘em to me!”

You sigh, “and that’s why I kept them with me. I knew you were going to look for them while I didn’t have my eye on them!”

His wide grin turns sheepish as he raises his shoulders in a slight shrug. “I can’t help it. Not when I know ya got me somethin’ sweet.”

With a chuckle and a slight shake of your head, you press him to open the box of chocolates. “Well, I won’t keep you waiting any longer. Happy Valentine’s Day.” 

He moves to take the chocolates from your hands and you lean up to place a gentle kiss on his lips. When you pull away, you see a soft smile and a faint blush dancing on his cheeks.

“Thanks, darlin’. Was waitin’ all day fer these.” Shinji pulls you to the couch where you both take a seat as he sets the box onto the coffee table to start opening it.

You watch as he pulls the red bow free, opening the small box to reveal all of the assorted chocolate truffles nestled delicately inside the box. He grins at you, picking one up and handing it to you before grabbing another and plopping it into his mouth. “Mmm! These’re good!”

“Right!? I got them from a popular place in the World of the Living known for their chocolates.” You share excitedly. You had to reserve the box in advance to ensure they would be ready in time for today, especially with all the steps you had to go through to bring them to Soul Society. “I’m glad you like them.”

“I bet ya had to go through a lot to get these, huh? And ya did it all fer me?” When you nod, he smiles at you brightly. “Thanks again, darlin’.” He says appreciatively, leaning in to give you a tender kiss in thanks. You return it, leaning into him and tasting the sugary sweetness of the rich chocolate you both shared on his lips.

You expect him to pull away after a second but he doesn’t. Instead, he deepens the kiss, holding you tighter and pressing into you. One of his hands cups the side of your face while the other wraps around your waist to hold you close.

He kisses you hungrily as he nudges you to lie back on the couch, his tongue swiping against your lips, pleading for you to part them. When you do, his warm tongue presses against yours, and you can feel the smooth metal of his tongue piercing as it glides against you.

Shinji’s knee raises to part your legs, pressing against your now aching core. The pressure from it has you jerking your hips against him as you moan into the heated kiss.

He breaks away from you, panting to catch his breath, lips wet from the kiss. When his burning gaze meets yours, he smirks widely.

“Doll, love those chocolates, but no one in the world’s managed to invent somethin’ half as sweet as ya!”

You can’t help but laugh. “Really? That’s so cheesy!” Turning your head away from him, you’re unable to control the giggles that slip past your lips, your hand covering your face.

“What? I mean it ya know.” He drawls in a quiet voice, gripping your chin and turning you to face him again. The alluring look in his honey eyes has the chuckles stopping short in your chest, but the smile doesn’t leave your face. Instead, you give him a coy look, tilting your head enticingly.

“That so?”

“Mm,” he hums, mouth at your jaw, placing hot kisses down your neck. “I could even have ya fer dinner.” He breathes in between kisses, nipping at the soft skin of your throat.

You try not to laugh again at how corny he’s being, instead playing along. “Don’t you know? It’s wrong to have dessert before dinner.”

You feel him pause in his ministrations before his lips stretch into his wide trademark smirk. He takes a peek at you through half-lidded eyes, a toying look forming on his face. “Ah, that’s right, my bad. Gotta save dessert fer later, hm?”

He pulls away from you, looking like he’s about to get up off the couch. That has you moving. Out of habit from being placed in this situation countless times before with him—he loves to be a tease—you reach to grab for his tie, but you remember he’s not wearing one today. So, instead, you grab a fistful of the lavender turtleneck he’s wearing and tug him back closer to you.

The surprised look on his face shifts to a pearly smirk as he hears you say, “I think it’s ok just this once, though, if you have dessert first.”

“Ya sure?” He murmurs in a low and flirtatious tone, his smirk turning smug as if he already knows how you’ll answer.

“Oh, I’m sure.” You pull him one more time, crashing your lips to his once again for a searing hot kiss.

The both of you quickly shrug off your clothing as you kiss, tossing them without care to random spots across the room. Shinji places burning kisses down your body, your skin tingling as he trails down lower and lower.

When he reaches your core, his gaze flickers to yours briefly, a teasing cheshire-like smirk gracing his lips before he licks a long strip through your glistening folds, not once breaking eye contact with you. The intense look he gives you has you squirming, heart hammering in your chest as he repeats the motion. You squeeze your thighs around his head but his hands stop you, keeping you wide open for him.

“Uh-uh, doll. Yer gonna stay open like this fer me, ok? Gotta have my dessert, right?” Shinji teases before giving you another lick.

You jolt when his tongue piercing flicks against your clit, the friction igniting the little bundle of nerves and giving you pleasure. With every swipe of his tongue, he draws more and more of your release, spreading the slickness of it through your folds. Your hands shoot to his hair, tangling in the silky strands and tugging on them.

“Taste so good, darlin’,” he lets out a delighted groan before diving back in and lapping at your cunt. He savors the way you feel, the way your sweet wetness drips down his tongue. He can’t help it when his hips start to grind against the couch, trying to find relief for himself as he pleasures you with his mouth.

You moan loudly when his lips circle around your bud, giving it a good, long suck. The obscene sounds of him slurping at your pussy and moaning into you has your already warm face heating up even more. Even though he’s eaten you out numerous times by now, it still has you feeling embarrassed whenever he gets loud about it like this. Still, it's immensely hot and turns you on.

As your pleasure starts to mount, your hands tighten their grip at the back of Shinji’s head, a deep groan rumbling through his chest and into you, adding to your heightening satisfaction. He inserts two fingers into your slick walls and starts to pump them, causing you to yelp. The way his digits work you, pushing and sliding against your inner walls, filling you, it all feels too good. Especially when paired with the sinful way he sucks at your clit.

When you hazily look at him between your legs through half-lidded eyes, you find him watching you, a shade of pink dusting his cheeks and a fiery lust darkening his usually warm eyes. He looks so heavenly, so beautiful like this. Your heart warms at the sight.

His fingers shift just slightly while his mouth stays persistent at your clit, and with the deeply intense look he gives you, it has you cumming in no time. He prolongs your release by slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of you, giving your bud little kitten licks.

When it becomes too much, you tug on the silky blond strands tangled between your fingers. He rises up to kiss you and for a brief moment, you let him, relishing the sweet kiss before pushing him off of you so that he lays on his back by the other end of the couch.

Nipping at his neck, you place kisses down the length of it, moving lower and lower, much like he did with you, until you reach his achingly hard cock. You wrap your hand delicately around the girth of it and lower your head to place a hot kiss on his wet tip as it oozes precum. You lick at his slit, drawing the slick there before wrapping your lips around him, sucking him into your warm mouth. 

Shinji hisses at the feeling of your wet mouth sucking him in as you start to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks. “Ah, just like that, babe.”

He grabs a fistful of your hair, holding on tight as his hips jerk into you, wanting more. You moan from the slight sting as he pulls on your hair, the vibration causing him to twitch inside your mouth. “Ahhh… fuck…” he groans, sighing harshly.

With your empty hand, you reach to fondle his tight balls. You can’t help but smirk around him when you hear a sweet whimper escape his lips when you suck harder, swirling your tongue along his length and applying more pressure with your hands. “Mm, darlin’, I…” another whimper slips out. Such a sweet sound he makes when he’s like this; he’s basically putty in your hands.

Shinji’s breath hitches in his throat when the hand that’s holding the base of his cock starts to twist up and down in time with your mouth, the slick from your saliva mixed with his precum helps your hand to move along his length. When you hear him choke on a moan, you flick your gaze up to check to see if he’s ok, but all you see is that dazed look in his eyes, his lips parted, golden strands of hair clumping and sticking to his face.

Seeing the man you love with such a lustful expression has you craving to see him cum. But before you can do anything to help him reach his peak, he’s tugging on your hair, gently pulling you off of his throbbing cock. “Doll, I can’t hold on any longer… Not when ya look at me like that.” He expresses, voice strained and chest heaving. “I wanna, no, I hafta finish inside ya.” His brown eyes burn into you, thin brows scrunched together.

With his hand still on the back of your head he pulls you in for one more kiss, the residual taste of both of your juices on your lips, the sweetness of the chocolate from earlier long gone.

Shinji guides your hips to his as he scooches back to sit up against the arm of the couch. You use the opportunity to place your hands on his lithe shoulders when he leans back, gliding your wet folds along his length. You both moan from the feeling as your arousal pools at your entrance, making it even easier to slide along his wet member.

“Gonna ride me?” He questions with a playful smirk and half-lidded eyes, his hands caressing the skin at your hips where they rest.

“Hmm… should I?” You respond, a mischievous twinkle in your eye as you continue your motion of grinding along his length, the tip of his cock catching on your sensitive clit and making you crave for more. However, you think you’d like to tease him just a bit more first. “I’m quite content like this, though?”

“I’ll admit,” he breathes, “it ain’t bad, but ahh…” he groans when you move a hand to run it up from his lower abdomen to his chest, nails scratching lightly at his skin. “Yer gonna drive me crazy at this point.”

Tired of waiting, Shinji’s grip on your hips tightens as he pulls you away to hover over him so you can’t tease him anymore. Placing a kiss on your chest, he takes hold of his cock and guides it towards your opening, the tip prodding at your entrance.

You sink down his length, relishing in the way he fills you just right and sighing as your pelvis meets his. You take a moment to adjust to the position before starting a slow pace by rocking back and forth. “Feels good, so fuckin’ good,” he exhales with a groan.

Shinji's grip on your hips tightens even more, fingers indenting into your plush flesh as he helps to guide your movements. His head lolls back from the pleasure, silky blond strands fluttering from the movement. The feeling of your gummy walls hugging him so tightly as you ride him has him biting his bottom lip to hold back from cumming too soon.

Picking up the pace, you start to rise up and down faster. Shinji’s eyes are glued to the spot where your hips meet, fascinated by the way his cock slips and disappears inside of you. “Look at ya, babydoll,” he sighs, voice sounding strained and hoarse with desire. “Yer takin’ my cock so good.”

The way he says it has you shivering, walls squeezing tight around him. He grunts, fingers gripping into the soft skin of your hips as he raises his in time to meet yours. Panting fills the room along with the lewd sound of your skin smacking against one another. Desperate moans leave Shinji’s lips as he tries to reach his growing high.

You’re close too, the heat in your core building to a fever pitch. But you need just a little more. “Touch me! Please…” you whimper desperately and without hesitating, Shinji’s thumb is on your clit, rubbing firm circles.

“That’s it,” he says your name, voice breathless, “cum fer me.”

And you do. The combined friction of your movements and his circling thumb has you seeing stars, the shockwaves of your orgasm coursing through you. Your nails scratch at the smooth skin on his shoulders, your grip tightening as you cum and causing Shinji to moan from the delightful sting. 

His cock twitches inside you as you clamp down tight onto him, coaxing out his own release. He climaxes with a shout, his hot cum shooting inside you and eventually spilling out when he slips out of your pulsing walls.

Tired and spent, you collapse on top of him as the two of you try to catch your breaths, coming down from your highs. Shinji’s arms wrap around you, holding you to him as he presses a soft kiss to your temple. You’re both covered in sweat but you don’t mind the close proximity.

A moment of comfortable silence passes by as you bask in the presence of one another, hearing his gentle heartbeat as you rise and fall with each breath he takes. With a delighted sigh and a lop-sided grin, Shinji gives you one final smooch on your lips.

“Yer still fer sure sweeter than chocolate, doll!”