#bleach kinktober

[kiwicopia]

🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Brat Taming 🔞

🎃 Aizen x Fem!Reader 🎃

TW: Slight choking, bit of dacryphilia, punishment, rough blowjob, throat fucking, throat bulge, cum swallowing, rough sex, table sex, reader held down, creampie, some praise & degradation, squirting.

tags: @shes-so-insane @stygianoir @uzxotic @aizenwifey

Aizen was a man of many things, and that heavily included patience when it came to your bratty behavior. There were many things he could let slide, so long as you abided by his rules, however, you overstepped and broke the one rule he held of the utmost importance: do not interrupt his meetings with his espada. You were supposed to sit there and remain quiet as he discussed business with his arrancar, yet you did the exact opposite. From having constantly pulled at his sleeves for attention, to letting out small huffs in-between everyone speaking, and it wore his patience thin to the point where he felt the need to remind you of your place.

Only when his subordinates left did he get you on your knees, his hand on your throat to keep you steady as he stuffed your mouth with his cock. He hummed in delight at the way your throat expanded a little to accommodate him, and you stared up at him through your lashes. Your eyes pricked with tears at the sheer size of him, and your nostrils flared when you saw the way his lips curled into a smirk. “You’re so quiet,” he said. His eyes narrowed slightly before he moved his other hand to the back of your head and pushed it down onto him. Your eyes widened as he fucked into your face without warning, setting the pace quickly, and you couldn’t help it when the tears flowed. “I suppose it is difficult to make noise when you’re choking on my cock.” 

Your moan was muffled, though the vibration against his dick caused him to fist your hair as he shoved your down again. It was difficult to breathe with how fast he kept bringing your face down on his length, and that only increased the tears that slipped out because of it. Your hands clawed at his thighs the further his dick bullied your mouth, and he groaned in response. “You never listen,” he growled. The hand that held your throat moved to the other side of your head, keeping it in placed as he now fucked into your face. “I need to make you listen.” 

It wasn’t but a few more thrusts before he spilled into your mouth, groaning in the process as he held your head still. The brunet was quick to slip his cock out and, before you could try and spit his seed out, his hand quickly closed your mouth shut. “Swallow,” he ordered. You did it without hesitation, letting his cum slide down your throat. “Good girl,” he smirked. Your little brain didn’t have time to think of anything before he yanked you to your feet and turned you around. 

His front pressed against your back as he bent you over the table before shoving your bottoms down. You were already wet from him abusing your mouth, and he hummed in satisfaction as his finger slid up and down your dampened panties. His fingers then hooked around the fabric before pulling them down, and a sharp gasp left your lips when his cockhead pushed past your folds as he entered you. Your body shifted, yet his own quickly pushed you back down against the table before his hand gripped your wrists and pinned them to the table in front of you. His other hand squeezed your hip as he moved forward, going deeper inside of you. “Don’t you dare move,” he hissed. 

“But—.” 

Your sentence was cut short when his hips drew back before slamming into you, drawing out another sharp gasp. Your back tried to arch in response to the pleasure that shot up your body, however, Aizen kept you pinned against the table with his own body as he fucked you. Your legs clenched every single time his hips rammed into your ass, and you moaned before biting your bottom lip. “I’m going to make you listen,” he said, his breathing turning ragged the more he bullied your hole with his dick. “Even if I have to fuck the brat out of you.” 

Gods, he felt so good inside of you, and with the way your sloppy cunt kept pulling him back in, he couldn’t get enough. His fingers pressed into your hips, not caring if he left bruises on you or not as his merciless thrusting continued. “Such a brat,” he growled, his hot breath tickling your ear. You moaned in response, and he chuckled. “Now you sound like a whore. Just the way I like you.” His name left your lips in a string of wanton moans as the pleasure inside you kept building. 

“Aizen,” you whined his name as his cock shoved itself further inside you, and you couldn’t take it anymore. It was absolute bliss when you came, gushing on his dick with a small whine. Even though you hit your release, he kept going, riding out your orgasm and wetting his cock even further with your juices before he finally came inside you. Your wrists hurt as his hand squeezed them while the other gripped your hip like his life depended on it, and his chest pressed down into you as he let your pussy constrict his length, milking him greedily. 

Your legs shook from your orgasm as your body relaxed against the table, and you panted to calm your racing heart. “Are you going to be a good girl from now on?” He asked, his breathing heavy while keeping you pinned against the table. 

“Nope,” you answered, popping the P in a way that caused him to growl. 

His hand tightened around your wrists, and he slid himself out of you before turning you around to face him. “Then I suppose I’ll have to keep making you learn, brat.” 

[demensrage]

f for fucking you until you lose your mind ⚊ • . with zaraki kenpachi

summary: when stress is beyond his ability to bear, kenpachi of the eleventh division must use his favorite container of semen to ease his mind.

cw: unestablished relationship, praise kink, petnames, big dick!zaraki, doggy style, fingering, oral (f. receiving), creampie.

wordcount: 4.6k

note: english is not my firts lenguage so please forgive me for the grammatical errors I may commit

© demensrage 2024. do not plagiarize, copy, repost, feed to ai, or translate my works to any other platforms.

You always had a lot of work, especially because in the division you're part of, the work seems never to end. Having a boss with an unhealthy obsession for following the rules, there's always something to do, no matter how insignificant. I knew that being part of the Sixth Division would never be easy, especially because they always expect something from you. You don't do your job to become a captain or lieutenant; you really do it because you were chosen to be part of it.

You don't even know why you ended up in this division; you aspired to be part of the patrol corps. That way, you could legally travel to the human world without appearing as a deserter, but you don't complain. The atmosphere is good when the captain isn't lurking around, watching everyone's illicit movements, especially now that he seems to have had a reality check about how he views life. You thank Ichigo for making him see reason.

Things were starting to calm down in the Seireitei. For two months now, everything seemed lighter—less tension between the captains and more order. After the intrusion into the Soul Society, several meetings took place. From what you had heard, the surveillance forces were reinforced. Of course, they had to; some kids broke into the place believed to be impenetrable, and they must project a good image with the security changes and reinforcements, especially after Aizen and Gin's betrayal.

As you sat in the office, organizing the documents you had been given, you couldn't help but curse your luck. Renji was on a mission in the human world, which meant all his paperwork had ended up on your desk. You sighed deeply, wondering when Byakuya had decided you were more useful in the Seireitei dealing with bureaucratic tasks than on the battlefield.

Your pen glided over the reports, but your mind was elsewhere, distracted. The Seireitei was quieter than usual, and that only intensified your frustration. You had trained, you had fought, and now you felt trapped behind a desk.

You didn't even get the chance to deal with the Ryoka situation. Despite preparing for it, your captain had been clear in his decision: "I'm not going to waste your intellect on the battlefield," he had told you, as if those words were enough to quell the frustration you felt. But they weren't. In fact, they only made you feel even more trapped in this maze of papers, where your ability to fight seemed to have no value.

You looked at the pile of documents on your desk and felt a weight in your chest. You had always admired those who fought in the field, like Kenpachi, who found their greatest purpose in battle. And there you were, considered too valuable to waste on something as "mundane" as a fight, according to your captain.

Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the halls, and you immediately recognized who it was—that energy was unmistakable. Zaraki Kenpachi was nearby. It wasn't common for him to approach the offices, which sent a mix of curiosity and tension through your body.

The door to your office swung open abruptly, pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked up only to see his imposing figure leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, with his typical mocking smile.

"Let's go," he said, without even bothering to explain further.

The order was as direct as he was, and your heart skipped a beat. He didn't give you time to think or ask why he was there or what he wanted, though you could make a vague guess.

"Byakuya is nearby, Zaraki," you reminded him, trying to impose some logic on a situation that clearly had none. Knowing the friction between both captains, it was a bad omen for Zaraki to show up unannounced. Neither of them could stand each other, not even a little, and they avoided being near each other outside of strict work requirements.

Zaraki let out a harsh laugh, unfazed by your warning. "So what? Let him come if he wants... He could use some fun," he replied disdainfully, a dangerous spark shining in his eyes.

It was typical of him—defiant, irreverent. He didn’t care what Byakuya or anyone else thought. And although you had grown accustomed to Kenpachi’s unpredictable nature, his presence now made you feel vulnerable.

"It won't be fun if my work gets compromised," you grumbled, starting to file away the documents you'd already reviewed. You knew there was no escaping Zaraki once he'd made a decision, but that didn't stop you from expressing your frustration.

You could feel his heavy gaze on you as you continued organizing the papers, but Zaraki's impatient nature made one thing clear: if you took too long, he wouldn’t hesitate to do something even more reckless.

“Boring work,” he murmured with a mocking grin. “That’s not what defines you. Let’s go before you regret it.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and though it irritated you that he barged into your space and routine, a part of you knew that going along with him would be far more exciting than the papers in your hands.

With curiosity scratching at the back of your mind, you finally set the documents aside and rose from your seat, resigned. You knew that despite your complaints, there was a part of you that couldn’t resist what Zaraki offered: an escape from the tedium, the monotony, and, above all, a dose of adrenaline.

Without saying anything more, you walked toward him, feeling the tension melt away as you left the office and ventured into the unknown. Zaraki turned around with his usual confidence and began walking without looking back, as if he already knew you would follow. After all, when Kenpachi Zaraki asked you to join him, you knew that “fun” was guaranteed, though sometimes fun with him could turn dangerously chaotic.

You had no idea how you ended up in such a compromising position, straddling his lap as his tongue roved over your skin with an insatiable hunger. He licked and sucked at the delicate skin of your breasts, barely covered by your shihakusho. The heat of his body, the wild scent that always accompanied him, and the way he engulfed you made you lose track of everything except the desire consuming you.

This wasn’t the first time you had found yourself tangled up with Zaraki like this. You’d lost count of how many times you’d woken up at his place, subjected to his will and his insatiable need to possess you.

You tried to make sense of the situation, but it was impossible. No matter how much you thought about it, you couldn’t tell whether Zaraki preferred to fight with you, fuck you, or if the two were intertwined in his mind, an extension of his untamable nature. The only thing that was clear was that when he had you like this, any attempt at control or reason was completely out of your reach.

The sound of your clothes being ripped filled the room, and the air became thick with tension. The way Zaraki kneaded your breasts, with a mixture of roughness and hunger, made a moan escape your lips. You couldn’t help it—your hands buried themselves in his wild hair, pulling him closer as his lips mercilessly claimed your flesh.

This whole situation was a damn contradiction. You had promised yourself and your principles not to get involved with him, not to fall into temptation. But the captain of the 11th Division was a walking sin, an embodiment of lust that pulled you in with just a glance. He enveloped you in his desire in the same way he did on the battlefield—with violence, with intensity, with a hunger that seemed endless.

And now here you were, completely surrendered to his touch, to the bites he planted on your nipples, sending waves of forbidden pleasure through your body.

It was messed up. Messed up because you knew you should keep your distance from him, but instead, you found yourself getting closer, relishing in the painful pleasure he provoked. You were growing feverish for him, for the man you should have kept away from, but who always dragged you into his jaws as easily as he crushed his enemies.

You explored his body with reverence, a mix of desire and submission. Every line of his tense muscles under your fingers was a reminder of the brutal strength he possessed, the same strength that now seemed to be given to you. You knew he was desperate—you felt it in the way he grabbed you, in the urgency of his hands. He always sought you when he needed instant release, when the weight of being a captain was too much, and the instinct to fight in him began to consume him.

For Zaraki, life was always a battle. And right now, this moment between your intertwined bodies was his battlefield.

Your fingers glided over his torso, tracing scars you knew well—marks from past battles that he carried with pride. Every touch seemed to ignite the fire in his eyes, and though he didn't say it, you understood what it meant. He wasn’t one for sweet words or affectionate gestures, but in these moments, when his desire overflowed, you were his escape, his way of releasing the pressure that came with being a warrior always on the edge.

Your lips brushed his neck as your hands continued exploring his skin. He growled, a low, guttural sound, and at that moment, you knew he was completely lost to you. There was no turning back. He didn’t need to tell you that right now, you were both his opponent and his release.

You arched your back as you felt him suck forcefully, sharp pleasure shooting through every fiber of your being as your nails dug into his shoulders. Zaraki was an unstoppable force, and though his desire was ravenous, there was something in the way he touched you that spoke of more than just lust. His need for you was as raw as his very nature.

To Zaraki, at first, you were just another arrogant figure, one more from the pretentious Sixth Division. The same attitude he despised in Byakuya, he thought you shared as well. He had no patience for pride games or the rigidity of rules and saw you in the same light—until he saw you fight.

That’s when everything changed. On the battlefield, far from the formalities and stiffness of your division, you had shown you were something more. He saw a spark in you that caught his attention, a fierceness he hadn’t expected to find. You weren’t as arrogant as he’d thought, not when you drew your zanpakutō and let your true instincts take over.

Your hips rolled over his hardness, feeling the pressure between you grow with every movement. The need to strip him of his clothes was almost desperate, an action seeking to release the tension building between you both. However, just as you were about to succeed, his voice echoed in the air, mocking and deep: "Anxious?"

His hands, strong and firm, trailed down your stomach, the touch sending a shiver of anticipation through your body. When his fingers slipped between your legs, an involuntary moan escaped your lips. It was a bold move, a reminder of his dominance, and at the same time, an invitation to lose yourself in the moment.

The way he touched you was both a question and a statement. His fingers explored, teased, and ignited a burning need that seemed impossible to quench. Every caress made your hips move with more urgency, an uncontrollable impulse that only intensified the tension between you.

You felt him curve his fingers inside you, pumping with a precision that stole your breath away. The pleasure hit you so intensely that your head fell back, your lips parted, releasing a raw and ragged moan that echoed in the room. Your body reacted instinctively, arching against his touch, as every movement he made caused you to tremble more.

Zaraki watched with a mix of satisfaction and hunger, his eyes locked on your expression of complete surrender. You could feel his own need growing with every passing second, but as always, he had his own pace, savoring every reaction he drew from you.

Your nails dug deep into his skin, leaving marks as you felt him lift you effortlessly, turning your body until you were lying on the bed. The moment your back hit the sheets, his hands disappeared, leaving an emptiness between your legs that made you arch desperately, seeking the pressure you had just lost.

Zaraki gave you no respite. With his gaze fixed on you, his expert hands tore off what was left of your clothes, stripping you completely in the blink of an eye. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but also eager, your body burning from the lack of contact. And like the hungry man he was, Zaraki wasted no time in taking what he wanted. He grabbed you firmly, parting your legs without consideration, opening you up for him with a brutality only he could manage, leaving you completely at his mercy, ready to be devoured.

His gaze darkened, taking in every corner of you, his heavy breathing and palpable need, and you, trembling under his control, could only wait for him to take you as only he knew how to do, with that mix of desire and savagery that left you on the edge of the abyss every time.

“First I plan to feast on this pretty little pussy you have for me,” Zaraki murmured, his voice husky and heavy with desire, as his thumb began to move firmly against your clit. The sensation shook you, making you shiver under his control. You arched into him, but he was determined to take his time, enjoying every second of your desperation.

He knelt between your spread legs, leaning over you, and began to leave kisses and bites on the soft flesh of your inner thighs. Each touch of his lips, each bite that left small marks on your skin, only increased the tension within you. You could feel his hot breath coming closer to your core, as your body responded with each caress, unable to contain the moans that escaped your lips.

You grabbed his hair tightly, pulling on it desperately, guiding it to where you wanted it most. Your body trembled, clenching in a void only he could fill, as your legs spread wider, offering yourself to him without reservation. You couldn’t think of anything but the urgent need to feel him, to have his mouth and hands tear you from the misery of waiting.

“Just a little,” you whispered, your voice cracking with desire, your hips leaning into him in search of that release he seemed to purposely deny you. Your pussy throbbed, clenching around nothing, eager for the contact Zaraki was taking his time giving you.

He placed a slow, deliberate kiss on your folds, the warmth of his mouth drawing a barely contained moan from you. His eyes lifted to meet yours, that dark gaze filled with desire. The smile that curved his lips was pure arrogance, as if he relished in your desperation, as if he knew exactly the power he had over you at that moment.

And then, without further warning, he devoured you. His mouth sank into you, his tongue moving with precision, licking and sucking every corner, drawing moans from you that you couldn’t control. The sensation shot through you like lightning, making you arch your back as your hands tangled themselves tighter in his hair, clinging to him as if he were going to consume you whole.

His tongue moved slowly but firmly, tracing every fold with a precision that made you lose your breath. The heat of his mouth and the pressure of his lips against you drew involuntary moans from you, louder and louder. Zaraki relished in every reaction from you, devouring you mercilessly, knowing perfectly how to bring you to the edge of ecstasy.

His hands held your hips in place as his tongue teased your clit, alternating between sucking and gentle licks that drove you wild. The pleasure built up, making you feel like you were going to explode at any moment. You arched into him, seeking more contact, but he remained in control, giving you exactly what he wanted and at his pace.

Every time you thought you couldn't take any more, he changed the pace, making your body tense with anticipation and desire.

You couldn't help yourself. The moment you felt his fingers sink into you with ease, you arched up and began grinding your hips against his face, seeking more of that delicious friction that was driving you crazy. The warmth and wetness of his mouth, coupled with the insistent rhythm of his fingers pumping inside you, had you losing control.

Every thrust, every movement of his, brought you closer to the edge, as your moans filled the room. Your hands were still tangled in his hair, pulling hard as you held onto the feeling he gave you, completely surrendered to the pleasure Zaraki knew how to draw from you.

Your hips moved against his mouth, feeling his tongue continue to play with your clit as his fingers curled inside you found that spot that made you tremble, making it clear that he wouldn’t let you go until he saw you completely broken by pleasure.

Zaraki growled against you as he felt your hips grind more insistently against his face, his fingers sinking deeper and moving with merciless precision. “You like it that way, don’t you?” he murmured against your skin, his voice husky and laden with satisfaction. "You're so damn impatient… you can't even wait, huh?"

His words turned you on even more, and you couldn't hold back a moan as your hands tugged hard at his hair, guiding him even closer. "Shut up and keep going…" you gasped, your body shaking with every movement of his tongue and fingers. You needed it, you wanted it, and there was no turning back now.

"Always so bossy," he taunted, his cocky smirk visible even as his tongue continued to torture you, licking and sucking with more intensity. "But look at how you're begging me… you're such a slut when you're like this."

Those words made you shudder, your hips instinctively moving against him, seeking more, seeking the finish only he could give you. "Fuck, Zaraki…" you moaned, feeling his fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that made you see stars.

"Do you feel it?" he murmured, his breath hot against your skin as his thumb pressed hard against your clit. “I’m going to make you cum, and you’re going to scream my name like the good girl you are.”

The combination of his mouth and fingers was too much, the pleasure building so fast you could barely think. “Yes… fuck, yes…” you moaned, your body getting closer and closer to the edge, unable to resist the absolute control he had over you.

But he had other plans for you. With one last teasing lick, he pulled away from you, leaving a void that made you moan in frustration. He looked at you with a mischievous grin as he removed his clothes, each item falling to the floor, revealing his muscled, defined body, perfectly designed for domination.

“Turn around and put that little ass up for me,” he ordered, his voice deep and full of desire. “I want to see that beautiful ass offer itself to me. Come on, I want to enjoy you.”

You didn’t have to think twice. Heart pounding, you turned around, arching your back as you lifted your hips, offering your body to his mercy.

“That’s it, good girl. Show off that perfect little ass just for me,” he said, his hands firm on your hips as he took in your exposed body. “You love it when I tell you what to do, don’t you? You know you’re mine, and I love it when you get like this.”

You nodded, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks at his words. “Yes, I love it… I want you to use me,” you replied, desire burning in your chest as you offered yourself completely.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice a lust-laden whisper. “I’m going to make you scream, and I want to hear you beg me for more. I just hope you’re ready for what’s coming, because I’m not holding back this time.”

Zaraki leaned forward, his warm, powerful body pressing against your back. You could feel his hardness against you, and it only increased the need burning inside you. “You’re so damn delicious,” he whispered, his hands gripping your hips as he positioned himself to enter you.

With one firm motion, he pushed his body against you, filling you completely. A deep moan escaped your lips, and you couldn’t help but press your hips back, seeking more of that sensation only he could offer. “That’s it, baby,” he said, enjoying the way you gave yourself to him. “Let me feel you clench for me.”

He continued to move inside you, his pace slow at first, but soon turning into a mix of ferocity and control. “You like it, don’t you?” he murmured, picking up speed, as his hands continued to roam every curve of your body. “Tell me. Tell me you like me using you like this.”

“Yes… yes, Zaraki,” you moaned, feeling yourself being pushed to the edge of your pleasure. “I love it… I love it when you take me like this.” Your words made him smile, and that only fueled the fire between you more.

“You’re such a good girl, always ready for what I give you,” he said, his voice deeper, as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. “Don’t play dumb, I know you want this as much as I do. Scream my name, I want to hear you break for me.”

“Zaraki…!” you cried, feeling the pleasure building in your belly, taking you to the point of no return. Each thrust made it more intense, each rub against your inner walls bringing you closer to the abyss. You knew you weren’t going to be able to hold out much longer.

Zaraki growled with a smile of pure pride as he watched you collapse onto the bed, your chest crushed against the sheets as you moaned and squealed under his control. His large, rough hands gripped your hips, making sure you couldn't escape what was to come. Every movement of his hips was calculated, searching for that perfect angle that would draw out every heart-wrenching moan he loved to hear.

Your cries of pleasure filled the room, but he only cared about one thing: getting you to the point where you couldn't think of anything but him, his hardness filling you completely.

“That’s it… stay there, hold on… you’re going to be cock drunk by the time I’m done with you,” he growled, increasing the pace until you were babbling incoherently. Your hands tried to grab onto the sheets, but you were too lost in the maelstrom of pleasure to hold on to anything. Each direct hit to your cervix drew louder cries from you, your walls clenching around him desperately.

Your eyes were completely clouded with tears of pure pleasure, you could barely see, but the sensation was overwhelming, filling you to the brim in a way only Zaraki could. Everything in you was shaking, the pressure in your belly was unbearable, and you knew you were close to breaking completely. Then, you felt him slide two of his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste them. The base of his cock glistened with a mix of your juices and his pre-seed.

“Look how fucking wet you are, baby,” he growled with a crooked smile, his fingers curling in your mouth, playing with your tongue as he kept up his relentless thrusts. “You know how good you make me feel, don’t you? All drunk on my cock, you can’t even think about anything else, right?”

Your eyes rolled back as you sucked on his fingers hungrily, unable to respond coherently, babbling between uncontrollable moans. Each slam against your pussy drew a gasp from you, as your inner walls tightened around him, a vicious cycle of pleasure that was tearing you apart from the inside.

And as he continued, your tears fell, your moans turning into sobs, completely lost in him, in that desperate need to feel him, to have him fill you to the point of no return.

Zaraki slowly pulled his fingers out of your mouth, leaving a wet trail as he guided them to your pussy, his large, calloused hands squeezing your bundle of nerves and pinching it. One of your hands shot up to his grip on your hip, seeking any sort of stability as he increased the force of his thrusts, making you feel every inch of his hardness sinking deeper into you.

The wet, messy sound of his thrusts filled the room, and with each movement, he ripped moans from you that could only be described as desperate. “More… please, more…” you gasped raggedly, unable to hold back the words that spilled from your lips.

Zaraki let out a husky laugh, pleased by how broken and needy you were for him. “You want more, huh?” I don't know if your body can take it, but I'm going to give you what you ask for anyway," he murmured, pressing his hands harder against your skin, lifting you up and pressing you against his body to make sure you felt every thrust deep inside you.

With each thrust of his hips, your body reacted as if it were on the verge of collapse. Your moans built into an uncontrolled crescendo, as you felt the pleasure drag you over the edge. “That’s it… keep asking, baby… I want to hear how needy you are for me to fill you,” he growled, digging his fingers into the flesh of your hip, holding you tight to sink even deeper into you.

You were completely lost, your thoughts washed away by the pleasure, and all you could do was cling to him, begging with incoherent moans and babbles, completely at his mercy, as he fucked you harder, deeper, bringing you to a point where reality and pleasure blurred into a whirlwind of intoxicating sensations.

You squeezed him tightly, feeling his seed flooding inside you, hot and thick, filling you to the brim. Pleasure washed over you, a rush of sensations that left you breathless as you rode the wave of ecstasy.

“Zaraki!” you commanded, your voice echoing with desperation and desire, as if you were trying to absorb every bit of him, every moment that belonged to you. In that instant, you felt like you would never get enough of him, of his body, of his intensity, of the way he made you forget the world and kept you completely caught up in his maelstrom of pleasure.

He let out a low, satisfied laugh as his gaze met yours, filled with arrogance and desire. “See? I told you I was going to leave you a mess, crying for more.” His hips continued to move, slow at first, enjoying every second, making sure you felt every inch of his p0ll4 still inside you, but increasing the pressure with one final movement.

“But, baby, this is just the beginning. There’s always more for you.” His tone was a whisper laden with promise, and you knew that every time you fell into his arms, you were swept away into a world where he was your only reality, where everything revolved around that intense, wild connection you shared.

The euphoria of his seed inside you transformed into a heat that left you yearning for more, and no matter how many times he filled you, there would always be an insatiable hunger for him.

[brittscafe]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏

Kinktober day 1: Body worship, Rangiku x fem! reader.

A/n: Happy first day of Kinktober my friends <3 Also, I've never really written body worship before so hopefully this is good <3

If there was one thing Rangiku loved the most, it was to worship you and your temple of a body. You're pretty, hot, and sexy to her that she can't control herself around you, hence the reason why you're finding yourself in this situation right now.

The room is hot with lust in the air as you're sitting on the edge of the bed, Rangiku on the floor below you. Both of you are bare bodies. Her hands are on your thighs, fingers kneading into the flesh.

"You're so pretty, y/n," Rangiku comments, eyes glistening.

Rangiku's core is soaking wet as her hands roam all over your body, worshipping you. Rangiku sits up on her knees and dips her head down to your bare pussy.

She runs her tongue over your clit, sending shivers up your face. Her hands move up to your breasts, hands cupping them and squeezing them, earning a moan from you.

"Such a pretty pussy. So so beautiful," Rangiku practically whines out, wrapping her lips around your clit and sucking it lightly. A few breathless moans leave your mouth as her lips suck on your sensitive bud.

Her thumbs flick over your nipples and they harden. You lean into Rangiku's touch, her tongue lapping at your bud. She's devouring you in the most angelic way to exist.

Her fingers knead your plush breasts and squeeze them, earning a muffled groan from you. Rangiku gazes up at you from her knees, eyes glistening full of lust and despair.

She pops her lips off of her clit and runs her hands down your torso.

"May I please worship you? You're such a goddess, y/n," she breathes out, pink lips parting open. A smile tugs on your face and you nod your head.

"I would love that," you whisper out. She sits up on her knees, cupping your face and pressing her warm lips on yours. Your lips melt together as one, taking turns lapping at each other's plush lips.

Her hands run down to your shoulders and she massages them. Her fingers are so soft and warm, dipping into your flesh. Rangiku feels herself getting wetter as her hands roam your body.

Rangiku wants to burn her touch into your memory. "I've wanted to worship you so bad," Rangiku comments, voice husky. Her hand trails down to your waist then to your wet core.

A tiny escapes your lips as she slides in two digits into your pussy.

Her fingers easily find that plush spot inside of you and start lapping at it with the pads of her finger. You dig into fingers into the bedsheets, gripping them tightly.

"God, I cannot get enough of you," Rangiku squeezes her thighs together. You're starting to breath heavily as the pleasure increases from the way her fingers slide in and out of you, pushing right up against that soft spot.

"Rangiku," you softly moan out, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Her other hand slides down your thigh and onto your ankle, massaging it gently.

The way your ankle feels against her fingers makes her even wetter than she already is. She bows her head down and places a shower of kisses along your ankle.

She moves her hand over to your other ankle and does the same, increasing the pace of her fingers. Your moans grow louder and louder.

"Oh my-Rangiku. Keep going," you demand, reaching your hand into her hair and tugging on it. She whines and nods her head, burying her fingers deep inside of you.

Her fingers stroke your g-spot continuously as your body tenses up, holding your breath for a moment. The pleasure takes over you, cumming all over Rangiku's fingers.

Your chest heaves up and down as you come down from your high, Rangiku slowly sliding out her cum ridden fingers. Her clean hand cups your face as she sinks down on her knees, cheeks red and flustered.

"That felt really good," you huff out, smiling down at her. She returns the kind smile and caresses your cheek.

"You deserve it, baby. You deserve all of it," she speaks softly, pressing a soft kiss to your ankle.

[sashi-ya]

エロチックトバー２０２４ > KINKTOBER 24 MASTERLIST

⚠️ tw: minors do not interact. this is purely nsfw. there are "hard" kinks (marked with a ⚠️) as well as more soft ones. please be sure to read the tws first before engaging with these stories. be aware this content is explicit, you are responsable for what you decide to read.

🐙 october 1st. impregnation. aizen sosuke x f! reader 🐙 october 2nd. monster form. hoshina soshiro x f! reader 🐙 october 3rd. stepcest. portgas d. ace x f! reader ⚠️ 🐙 october 4th. spanking. aizen sosuke x f! reader 🐙 october 5th. mommy/daddy. adult ichigo x f! reader 🐙 october 6th. biting. vinsmoke ichiji x f! reader 🐙 october 7th. anal. trafalgar law x m! reader

🐙 october 8th. bareback. trafalgar law x f! reader 🐙 october 9th. creampie. sabo x f! reader 🐙 october 10th. feminization. ishida uryu x f! reader 🐙 october 11th. humilliation. aizen sosuke x f! reader 🐙 october 12th. lactation. kuchiki byakuya x f! reader 🐙 october 13th. face sitting. eustass kidd x f! reader 🐙 october 14th. hard sex. hibino kafka x f! reader 🐙 october 15th. rimming. orihime inoue x f! reader 🐙 october 16th. cnc. hoshina soshiro x f! reader x narumi gen ⚠️

🐙 october 18th.slave master. shanks x f! reader 🐙 october 19th.onsen/pool/water.soshiro hoshina x f! reader 🐙 october 20th. toys . hirako shinji x f! reader 🐙 october 21st. knife play. soshiro hoshina x f! reader 🐙 october 22nd. watersports. kuchiki byakuya x f! reader ⚠️ 🐙 october 23rd. size kink. nnoitra gilga x f! reader 🐙 october 24th. public. grimmjow x f! reader. 🐙 october 25th. dp. Bazz & Jugram x f! reader

coming next.. 🐙 october 17th. threesome. aizen sosuke x f! reader x gin ichimaru - lost the file, i'll write it asap -- i have one already written with this pair, in the meantime you can enjoy this one: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍.

[my-my-my]

KINKTOBER DAY 9 - Hate fucking/degradation: Sosuke Aizen x Female Reader x Kisuke Urahara

Summary: Aizen hates you. He hates you so much. It’s why he comes to all your parties, especially the one you’re having tonight, because he hates you so much, you know? He hates your cute smile, your sweet personality, your doting attention to him, and how he thinks about you constantly. He also hates you talking to Urahara Kisuke.

TW: MDNI! Modern AU. Aizen is a tsundere in this, I guess? (not familiar with the -dere types haha). Creepy Aizen, violent thoughts, implied stalking, jealousy, panty stealing, dry humping, dirty talk, hair pulling, rough sex, double penetration (vaginal & anal), denial of feelings.

Word count: 3588

Read on AO3 here.

Aizen hates this.

No, he loathes this.

He sits in your apartment seething, sipping the beer bottle you had given him, as he watches you play the wonderful hostess to Hirako Shinji and Urahara Kisuke (and everyone else).

He hates beer, but he graciously took the bottle you gave him. How could he say no with everyone around, with you batting your disgusting, stunning eyes at him, and telling him it was your favourite brand?

He wanted to pour the bottle over your head instead.

But no, the mild-mannered Aizen Sosuke was polite, kind and gracious. That would be unheard of to everyone.

Except you. You wormed your way under his skin, into his thoughts and his dreams. It was almost as if you knew what would enrage him, trick him into letting his mask slip.

There were other people in your apartment, but he didn't care about them. His eyes were on you alone, as you mingled with everyone. But every so often you would come to check on those two, specifically Urahara. Aizen narrowed his eyes when saw the faintest hint of a blush on your cheeks.

Aizen would also catch you glimpsing at him every so often, but you would quickly turn your head. You played it cool with him. He didn't like that.

He wanted to snap your neck and force you to look at him, but you danced a fine line with him instead.

Every chug of the disgusting beer reinforces how much Aizen doesn’t like you. How he doesn’t like anyone in this room, but especially you.

You wanted to throw a party for the fun of it, claiming you felt like being social, and he was the first person you asked. He frowns at the memory, recalling the way you cutely smiled as you thought of who else to invite (which was everyone he hates), what snacks you serve (foods that revolted him) and what drinks to offer everyone (alcohol that disgusted him). Your idiotic, beautiful smile irritated him. And he agreed to come over.

“Oh maybe I should invite Urahara-san and Hirako-san! That would be fun, wouldn’t it be Sosuke?” You laughed, a grin spreading wide on your ugly, lovely face.

People sit next to him, chattering away and ever the courteous person, Aizen responds. He has a reputation to uphold. He gives a fake chuckle at some inane joke a person, who he doesn’t care for, tries to make.

Another person chats with him as they talk about politics, but it’s too shallow of a conversation for his liking. Aizen hates their opinions and rather smash their face in, but he gives a polite smile and offers a mild oppositional thought. But it goes over the person’s head and Aizen is furious.

Aizen engages with more people at your party. He laughs with them, smiles at them, but he’ll catch you looking at him, a knowing smile on your hideous, angelic face.

It’s why Aizen hates you. You enjoy his presence, especially when he’s alone, away from the fawning and cooing of women and men around him. He hates how fast his mask slips around you. You manage to pull out his cold personality, where’s he’s cruel with his thoughts and feelings towards other people, where he thinks he’s above everyone.

Especially you.

It’s why he excuses himself to go to the bathroom, but instead finds himself in your bedroom. As if he hasn’t been here before.

He hates you so much, which is why he knows where you keep your clothes, your bags and your dirty laundry.  He’s staring at your hamper in disgust as he sees a black, lacy thong. Of course he doesn’t like you, it was earlier today when you bent down to grab your pen in front of him and he saw your pussy covered by the offending fabric. And you gave him that thoughtless, cute smile as if you didn’t flash him. He hates you, that’s why his cock is growing hard.

Aizen picks up the flimsy piece of underwear, seeing light, sticky residue where your pussy would be.

He isn’t doing anything wrong. You deserve this because you had the audacity to invite him over in the first place. He hates you so much, he’ll cover your ugly, sexy thong in his cum.

Aizen lets out a groan as he fists your thong over his cock. His eyebrows are furrowed, thinking about the way your ass was so round and perky, the only thing that would make it perfect were his missing handprints.

He can’t stand you, as he thinks of you finding him like this. How you’d have that stupid, beautiful smile of yours and help him. How you’d politely sit between his legs, licking the tip of his cock. Of course he hates you, it’s why he hisses out your name as his cum covers your thong, as he lays on your neat bed that smells of you.

He stares at the pair of panties in his hand, covered in his cum, as he uses it to wipe his cock clean. Aizen tucks himself in and pulls out his phone, taking a photo of his prize. He doesn’t like you, it’s why he has photos of your cum-covered blue panties, your nude-coloured bra and now your black thong.

He leaves your bedroom as it was before and makes his way to your bathroom. He’s washing his hands, grimacing at the scent of the soap. The scent reminds him of you, sweet and floral, and it infuriates him.

No one bats an eye to Aizen as he enters the room again, picking up a new conversation with someone else he can barely tolerate. He sees you mingling with Urahara again.

One pointless conversation after another, but soon people began to leave your apartment. Aizen is sitting on your couch, drinking another bottle of your favourite, disgusting beer. He watches you giggle and joke around with Urahara, as Hirako excuses himself to leave. You give him a hug, and it’s a bit too tight and too long for Aizen’s liking, but he continues chatting with the random person blathering away next to him, nodding his head to another terrible opinion.

He should have left your place sooner. He should have never come at all. Which is why he’s the last one there as Urahara leaves. Aizen can’t stand you, which is why he’s staring intently as he sees you give Urahara a tighter, longer hug.

The party is over and it’s just you and him. Aizen takes off his fake glasses and glares at you as you hum and clean your apartment. He doesn’t like you, which is why he’s helping you with the trash.

The two of you sit on the couch, and Aizen gets a whiff of your shampoo. It’s pleasant and clean and it bothers him like no other. You sigh and lean next to him, “thanks for coming, Sosuke. I know you don’t like these things.”

Aizen doesn’t say anything as he glares at you, but his body is relaxed as he feels you lay next to him. His hate for you is beginning to make him feel disoriented.

“I have a present for you for being so good today.” You give him a soft smile, and he wants to grab your face. If it were any other person, Aizen expected a bottle of his favourite wine, an actual meal he’d appreciate or a book he’d enjoyed.

Instead, you stand up and slip your hands under your skirt, handing him the lilac panties you were just wearing. Aizen’s eyes are wide as you place it in his hands, as you sit back down next to him, snuggling into his chest.

This is why he hates you. He hates this gift. He hates how you make him feel.

“What is this?” He asks, his tone pointed and laced with venom.

“My underwear. I figured you’d want to keep a pair this time.” You say, a small yawn escaping your lips as if you two were talking about the weather.

Silence echoes the room, as Aizen stares at the panties in his hand, back to you. Your eyes are drooping. You’re too comfortable around him and he’s sick of it.

He rather see you cry over his cock in your mouth, your pussy or your ass.

“You’re an insufferable woman. What makes you think I’d enjoy this?” Aizen sneers, but the grip on your panties is tight, his knuckles are white.

You smile at him, eyes drooping, “Sosuke, I think you know why. Can I watch you cum on them this time?” You cup his face and steal a peck from his lips, leaving him in shock again.

But before you can lay on his chest again, Aizen grabs a fistful of your hair, earning a yelp as he forces your head up. Aizen is furious, his eyes flaring, but you smile, giggling at his reaction.

“You should relax sometimes,” you laugh, but wince as his grip gets tighter in your hair, “you’re so nice, it makes me puke. We both know you don’t give a rat’s ass about most people.” You crudely laugh.

Aizen’s eyes flash again. He thinks about slamming your head against the wall, but brings your face close to his, smashing his lips against yours. Your arms claw at his chest as he nips at your lips, forcing you to open your mouth as you feel his tongue enter.

Then he pulls you away, the hand in your hair gone as you felt the dull pain from your scalp. Aizen’s face is expressionless as he runs a thumb over your disgusting, lovely lips.

“Were you mad I was talking to Kisuke-chan?” You give him a snicker, crawling into his lap. “I’m so sorry Sosuke,” you teased, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his bare chest.

“You’re a vile woman.” Aizen scoffs, pulling your hair again to stop your kisses. You’re being forced to look into his eyes, and he watches in amusement and disgust how gorgeous your eyes are with tears threatening to spill.

You moan into the kiss as you feel Aizen grip your hips and pull you down against his erection. Your bare pussy rubbing against the cloth, adding friction between you. He pulls away from the kiss again, and you whine, “Sosuke, you’re so mean.” You pouted, then gasp as he leans into his seat, your pussy rubbing against his erection again.

Aizen gives you a cruel smirk, “I thought that’s what you wanted, or do you want,” Aizen slightly lifts your hips, “something else?” and slams you against his erection again, earning a loud groan from you. You bite your lip and try to steady yourself against his chest, while Aizen grins at watching you struggle. “Why don’t you show me what you want?” Aizen remarks cruelly, his eyes glinting with danger.

You trail your hands down to his pants, but he stops you, grabbing your wrist and placing them on his chest again, “I didn’t give you permission to do that.” Aizen scolds you, followed by a heavy smack against your ass. You yelp in his lap. “I said show me what you want.”

Your cheeks feel hot as you adjust yourself in his lap again. You shakily lower your hips against the bulge in his pants, the feeling forcing you to moan. Then you feel Aizen’s hands on your hips again, guiding you to a steady rhythm, until you feel your orgasm fast approaching.

You writhe and moan in Aizen’s lap, as your pussy rubs across his cloth-covered erection. Aizen watches in satisfaction at the tears spilling from your eyes as you chase your orgasm. His name echoes across the room as you scream. You clutch his shirt and pant loudly, your breathing shaky and eyes watery from what just happened.

Once you catch your breath, you lift your hips and look down, “oh Sosuke, you made such a mess of your pants.” You coo, reaching down to touch him, only to be shocked that he’s still hard.

Aizen smirks at you, “wasn’t it a dirty slut that just made a mess of my pants? Or is she too cock-hungry to notice what she’s done?” Your cheeks flare red from his insults.

But before you could quip back at him, your phone rang, it was the buzzer to your unit. You quickly grabbed your phone and immediately answered it, while in Aizen’s lap.

Aizen kissed your neckline, squeezing your breasts as you answered the phone. “Oh hi! Yeah, no worries. You can come up right now.” You happily said, earning a frown from Aizen.

He narrowed his eyes, unsure of who was on the other line.

“Don’t you worry, Sosuke! We’ll still have fun, I promise.” You giggle, kissing his cheek.

Then rapt knocks were heard, as you rushed to the door. You peeked through the peephole to make sure it was your guest.

“Hi Kisuke-chan! Come right in, I’ll go grab your stuff.” You smile, pulling him inside.

Aizen fucking hates you.

“Oh, hello Aizen-san. I didn’t know you were still here.” Kisuke sheepishly laughed, noticing the disheveled look on both him and you.

You appeared with his unopened sake box, “here you go!” You said, smiling brightly at him. You leaned into him, and whispered into his ear, “but you’re more than happy to stay. We’re just about to have some fun.” You teased, before beaming at Aizen.

“I don’t want to intrude or impose.” Kisuke smiled back, “but if the hostess insists…” leaning down to give you a kiss.

Aizen stares coldly as you pull Kisuke to the seat next to him. “Oh Kisuke-chan, you’ll have to forgive me.” You pout, “Sosuke-kun gets a bit jealous.”

The two of them watch you crawl to the ground, finding yourself between Sosuke’s spread legs. With no hesitation, you pull his stiff cock from his pants, precum dripping down his shaft. You look up at him as you swallow his tip, savouring his taste. Sosuke stifles a groan, but leans back into his seat, his fingers threading your hair once again. You moan softly around him then pull yourself away, lapping at his cock as your hand replaces your mouth.

“Sosuke-kun, it’s ok to share.” You tease again, your other hand on Kisuke’s thigh. Kisuke wastes no time and pulls his erection, sliding his hand up and down before you grab it in your other hand. You fist both cocks, taking turns to taste each one.

You soon find yourself bobbing your head on Kisuke’s cock. You run your tongue over the veins of his shaft, not noticing Sosuke left his seat.

Until he licks your slick cunt. He laps at your clit in fervor, pumping two fingers inside you. As if he were a starving man, eagerly lapping at your cunt. The lewd sound fills your ears as you continue to suck on Kisuke’s heavy cock. You gasped loudly once Sosuke pushes his cock into your weeping cunt. You pull your mouth away, moaning loudly, before Kisuke taps your face with his cock. Sosuke bends down to your ear, pounding away at your pussy, “dirty slut, finish what you started.” He sneers, pushing your head back into Kisuke’s cock.

Kisuke smirks down at you as you struggle to fit him with Sosuke thrusting behind you. Before you know it, Kisuke’s slamming his cock down your throat as Sosuke relentlessly fucks your pussy, slapping your ass along the way. You whine and cry as the two men use your body as they see fit.

Kisuke pulls his cock out of your mouth, saliva dribbling down your chin and his cock. A sharp cry escapes your lips as Sosuke rubs your clit, forcing another orgasm out of you. The sound is obscene in your living room, as your pussy clenches tightly around him.

Then he pulls out and sits back on the couch. His cock standing erect, covered in your glistening juices. Sosuke pulls out a condom and slides it over his shaft, before throwing another one to Kisuke.

“I have a present for you,” Sosuke smirks, “but only if you sit here.” He says, pointing to his cock. Your eyes widen, your pussy clenching as you make your way into his lap, but he forces your back to him. You stare at Kisuke, as he slides the condom over his own cock. You begin to pant as Sosuke grabs your thighs and forces them apart, lining his cock with your ass. Your puckered hole inches away from his tip.

Your pussy was soaking wet that your juices covered your puckered hole. You inhaled harshly as Sosuke pushes his cock inside your ass. The burn was a new sensation, but he took care to rub your pussy, distracting you before he was fully inside you.

You moaned at the unusual feeling, your pussy aching to be filled. Kisuke watched in amusement, “did you get your fill? Or is that not enough for you?” He teased, a cheshire grin appearing on his face.

You bit your lip and spread your pussy lips for him, “there’s still room for one more” you murmur, circling your pussy. Sosuke started to thrust into your ass, moans bubbling out of you, “Sosuke-kun needs to learn how to share tonight.” You tease.

Kisuke laughs, “I’m happy to oblige.” Kisuke bends down to your pussy, pressing his face as he licks away, sucking on your clit as he circles a finger around your entrance. Unlike Sosuke, Kisuke’s taking his time with your pussy. The swipes of his tongue are long, but gentle, as if you were a meal he was savouring. You tug on Kisuke’s hair as another orgasm approaches, your pussy throbbing from the sensation of Sosuke’s cock buried in your ass, and the gentle touches of Kisuke’s mouth. But before you could beg for more, Kisuke gently cups your face and kisses you, his cock pushing into your pussy. The feeling was different than Sosuke’s, but you felt so full. Both men stayed still, letting you get adjusted to the feeling of both their cocks.

But Sosuke was impatient, he doesn’t want you to get familiar to the feeling and slams his hips into you. He bites your ear and shoulder, and any part of your exposed body. Kisuke kisses you in return, as he increases his pace in your sore cunt.

The feeling’s too much though, and tears spill from your eyes as your body loses itself from the pleasure. Kisuke feasts on your breasts, while Sosuke reaches to your clit and rubs it gently. You writhe in between them, chasing your orgasm.

You clench your pussy as Sosuke rubs your clit faster and harder, Kisuke’s thrusts matching Sosuke’s pace. “She has such a tight pussy, Aizen-san. No wonder you don’t want to share.”

Sosuke glares at Kisuke but says nothing.

“I c-can’t.” You babble, another orgasm fast approaching. You whine at how full they make you feel, before you cum again. Kisuke’s thrusts become more erratic, matching Sosuke’s intensity, before they both cum inside you.

Kisuke is the first to pull out, kissing you gently on the lips. Sosuke’s softening cock is still in your ass, as you squirm in his lap. You watch Kisuke tuck himself away and put back his clothes. He throws away the condom and grabs his belongings.

“Have a good night’s sleep, you two!” Kisuke beams cheerfully, waving goodbye, as if he didn’t fuck your pussy sore.

It was just the two of you now. Sosuke kisses all the bite marks he left on your body. You can’t help but wince as Sosuke pulls himself out of you. Your ass is sore from him fucking you silly and the spanking he gave earlier. You laid on the couch as Aizen got up, pulling the condom off his soft cock. “Sosuke-kun, don’t leave please.” You whined, your body completely sore from what just happened.

Sosuke stares down at you and holds the used condom over you. His cooling cum drops all over your face. Sosuke hates you and thoroughly enjoys rubbing cum into your skin. He can't stand how you look beautiful with his cum all over you.

“I’ll stay.” He says softly, scooping you into his arms. He doesn't like you, but relishes that you asked him to stay instead of Kisuke. He carries you to your bedroom and tucks you in.

“Did you and Urahara plan this out before?” Sosuke asked, in denial that he had a threesome with two people he disliked. He finds it disgusting how cute you look when you’re sleepy.

Yawns escape your mouth as you lie next to him, not registering his question. “Thank you for tonight, Sosuke” you say, sleep lacing your words, “I’ve never tried anal before.” You murmured, “I’m glad it was with you though.” Sosuke’s shocked by your words, but a small part of him reels in the fact that he was your first, not Kisuke.

“Were you planning this from the start? Have you fucked Kisuke before?” Sosuke asked, narrowing his eyes at how… easy it was to get him to fuck you.

Sosuke glared as you pulled him closer to you. You yawned loudly again and snuggled into his chest, “you think too much, Sosuke. I’m yours, nothing’s gonna change that.”

Sosuke sighs in annoyance, “I hate you so much, you insufferable minx.” But you’re already asleep. Sosuke can’t stand you but has the best night’s sleep with you in his arms.

PHEW. WOW. Didn't expect to write this one today, but here we are!! The title on AO3 comes from Sex Schön vs Sam Amant - Psycho Bitch (TW youtube link contains blood/injury!).

[yeowangies]

Encouragement

PAIRING: Kenpachi/AFAB!Reader. CONTENTS: Established relationship, Inexperienced!reader, Oral Sex (M and F receiving). WORDCOUNT: 1056

Summary:

It had been embarrassing to confess to a man like Kenpachi that you hadn’t had a lot of experience regarding sex.

Notes:

KINKTOBER DAY 3: Deepthroating and Facesitting

I don't have much to say except. I love my feral insane man Kenpachi, and I know @actuallysaiyan does too!

divider by @/saradika-graphics

It had been embarrassing to confess to a man like Kenpachi that you hadn’t had a lot of experience when it came to sex. You didn’t even go into details, but the look in your eyes probably gave away a lot of the things you would have liked to confess. 

For once, you were shy to even say out loud that you hadn’t really enjoyed giving head before, but you’d try for him. Out of all the things you knew about Kenpachi, one of them was how loud he was when he was enjoying himself, and you’d certainly appreciate the encouragement; it was a turn on to know you could give him such pleasure. It was the bare minimum you needed to know you were doing well.

So once you were both naked on his bed, you were thrilled. 

Holding his cock in your hand, you ran your tongue from the underside all the way up to the tip slowly, looking at him with wide eyes, expecting some kind of feedback for the small act. 

“Keep going,” Kenpachi smirked, sitting back on one of his elbows as he threaded his fingers through your hair. “Put it in your mouth.”

You might have been excited, heat pooling quickly in your abdomen the more you touched him, but you were still nervous. His cock was commensurate to the rest of his body; thick, long and imposing. You would still try to please him, no matter how intimidating that was; you wanted to be good for him. 

Wrapping your lips around the head, you slowly slid your lips down his length, taking him inside your mouth. He grunted, fingers tightening into your hair, though he didn’t push you. 

“You have to suck.” He instructed you in a hoarse voice. “Use your tongue.”

You followed his orders, suckling softly on the head, stroking the rest of his dick with your hand. The taste of his skin was strange, salty, but you didn’t mind it. 

You pulled back after a beat, running your tongue up and down before taking him inside your mouth again, trying to fit more of it in, only managing to get halfway down his cock before the fear that you might choke kicked in, causing you to halt your action. 

“Fuck!” Kenpachi groaned, tugging at your hair, making you moan around him. “That’s it, you’re doing great.”

Humming contently, you bobbed your head up and down, moving your hand in sync with your mouth. You might not get to deepthroat him that day, but you were going to get him off one way or another. Taking his cock would require practice, practice that you were excited to do over and over again.

Kenpachi let out a long grunt, hips bucking into your mouth, when you pressed your tongue over the slit. 

“You were born to take my cock in your mouth, girl.” He grinned salaciously, licking his lips. You stared at him with glossy eyes, making him chuckle. “It’ll fit, don’t worry.”

Keeping your gaze on him, you attempted to swallow more of his length. Kenpachi groaned, fingers digging into your scalp. He must have wanted to push your head down, but you appreciated that he wasn’t. 

Picking up your pace, you moved your lips over his cock, twisting your hand over what you couldn’t fit, as the noises coming spilling from his mouth got louder and breathier. You noticed the muscles in his abdomen tensing, veins pulsing, and God, you were so turned on. He obviously had so much power over you, but the pleasure you were giving him seemed to be making him weak. You were rejoicing in the action more than you expected.

It took you by surprise when a deep growl rumbled from his chest before he pressed your head down his cock, forcing you to take him all the way down your throat. You inevitably gagged when he came, his dick pulsing in your mouth as it spilled his load, making you swallow. Tears formed in your eyes instantly, and while your instinct was kicking in, telling you to pull away, you couldn’t have been more wet, slick coating the inside of your thighs. 

When Kenpachi yanked at your hair, pulling you off him, you coughed, embarrassed to show your face to him, but he pushed your hair off your face, running his thumb to wipe your tears away. 

“Fuck, you did great,” Kenpachi grinned, looking at you with dark eyes that sent shivers down your spine. “Can’t wait to use that mouth again.”

You gasped when he suddenly pulled you up, gripping your thighs as he made you straddle his face. 

“What are you doing?!” You yelled, blushing as you tried to get off him to no avail; his hold on your legs too strong to break free from. 

“Tasting your pussy,” Kenpachi replied, his breath hitting the sensitive skin between your thighs, making you shudder. “Glad to know sucking my cock made you so wet.”

Whatever you were going to say died in your throat when he ran his tongue over your slit, eliciting a shaky moan from your lips. 

That was the only gentle action you received from him before Kenpachi pressed your hips down, forcing you to actually sit on his face, smothering him with your whole sex against his face. You were alarmed, in a panic, that you might actually deprive him of oxygen, but he groaned, almost desperately, against your entrance as he pushed his tongue inside you. 

Teasing licks and swirls, nose digging into your clit, put your mind in a frenzy. It was too much too quickly, the attention he was giving you more intense that what you anticipated; if it wasn’t for the firm grip he had on your legs and hips, you’d fall over. 

Kenpachi slurped, drinking everything you were giving him, making your thighs quiver uncontrollably against his head, your nerves ablaze. You moaned, arching your back, burying your fingers in his hair, trying to anchor yourself to anything as your mind turned to mush.

It was surprising how enthusiastically he was pleasing you, you didn’t think such pleasure could even be possible. He didn’t relent for a second, running his tongue all over your skin, sliding his lips over your folds over and over until you tipped over the edge.

[kysslasher]

KINKTOBER:: 2024

DAY 1— scream: gojo satoru

SUMMARY:: Halloween night alone can be scary! but when a phone call comes in on your land line, you can feel the chills in your bones when a raspy voice on the other line meets your ears.

DAY 2— my hero: nanami kento

SUMMARY:: How could you ever repay the man who saved you from near death? By offering to blow him whenever he's off duty.

DAY 3— mr.officer: choso kamo

SUMMARY:: speeding to the reception of your sisters wedding and getting pulled over was not in your plans, but offering to do anything to get out of a ticket with the fine officer who pulled you over was a last ditch effort.

DAY 4— impact play: toji fushiguro

SUMMARY::you and this attitude have gotten on Toji’s nerves for the last time.

DAY 5— just the tip: touya todoroki

SUMMARY:: he never listens. Why would you expect him to listen? Especially when you say just the tip? You never mean it and he knows it.

DAY 6— ride a cowboy: getou suguru

SUMMARY:: being moderately tipsy at the bar, flirting with the sexiest man you've ever seen, snagging the hat off his head without knowing the rule.

DAY 7— lunch: leon kennedy

SUMMARY:: every 2 month the vampire you've grown to have a fling with comes for a quick fix of blood and sex.

DAY 8—deny, deny, deny: eren yeager

SUMMARY:: he loves the you squirm and whine when you don't get your way, the way tears well up in your eyes, or your thighs squeezing together, maybe even the way you beg to get off.

DAY 9— mirrors: ichigo kurosaki

SUMMARY:: after a day of shopping you decide to try on a few new outfits and a bit of lingerie you bought.

DAY 10— praise: chrollo lucifer

SUMMARY:: after sleeping with chrollo for months and not putting a label on it you grow envious of your friends who brag about their dating lives.

DAY 11—breeding: grimjow Jaegerjaquez

SUMMARY:: grimjow is addicted to the idea of cumming inside you, filling you up with his babies.

DAY 12— sexual feeling: tengen uzui

SUMMARY:: he loves to watch you be completely overtaken by your orgasm, the way your eyes roll back and thighs squeeze around him when you’ve had too much.

DAY 13— hair pulling: byakuya kuchiki

SUMMARY:: he knows that you just got your hair done, and it looks great! But he would just love it so much better if it was wrapped around his fist while he fucks you.

DAY 14— stripping: subzero

SUMMARY:: while training your grandmaster proposes that each round you lose an item of clothing must go.

DAY 15— distraction: Simon ghost riley

SUMMARY:: you love that your man is a hard worker, but sometimes he just works too hard.

DAY 16— riding: liu kang

SUMMARY:: he loves the way you look on top of him, the way you grip onto him as if it’s your last time.

DAY 17— monster: pyramid head

SUMMARY:: your friends thought it would be funny to make you roam the halls of the silent hill asylum, it was all fun and games until a big monster catches you.

DAY 18— stretching: kung Lao

SUMMARY:: when your boyfriend says that he can’t train without stretching you ask to aid him in his prep.

DAY 19— webcam: roronoa zorro

SUMMARY:: when your roommate gets to drunk she shows you a  camboy she follows, the same night you get into bed thinking about the green haired man and open up the website he streams on with a swiftness.

DAY 20—handcuffs: nightwing

SUMMARY:: why are the villains alway so attracted to nightwing like a magnet? He can’t just let you go…after all you are a villain.

DAY 21— coworkers: captain america

SUMMARY:: is it normal to want to have sex with a close coworker? Steve rogers has been asking himself that for weeks.

DAY 22—manhandling: bucky barnes

SUMMARY:: sometimes he just likes to be rough with you, god you look so good under him while he’s holding you down and making you take it.

DAY 23— power imbalance: Loki laufeyson

SUMMARY:: who are you to deny your king what he wants? When he comes to the maid quarters and demands you aid him.

DAY 24— knife play: the joker

SUMMARY:: he hates when you don’t pay attention him.

DAY 25— threesome: poison ivy, Harley Quinn

SUMMARY:: how you got roped into the tactics of ivy and Harley is beyond you, but it seems in success of a scheme a celebration ensues.

DAY 26— vamp sex: Damon Salvatore

SUMMARY:: being a witch in a small town word is quick to get out, when a Salvatore brother is at your front door requesting your help he has a means of payment for your help.

DAY 27— gambling debt: dean winchester

SUMMARY:: nobody ever told you that it’s a bad idea to make a deal with a hunter because they always come and collect what is owed.

DAY 28— phone sex: suna rintaro

SUMMARY:: meeting a complete stranger at a house party the two of you flirt and exchange numbers, eventually making it back to your place you get yourself off with him on the other line.

DAY 29— edging: kenma kozume

SUMMARY:: you can’t help but tease him, he just looks so above you as you sit between his thighs.

DAY 30— thigh riding: hua cheng

SUMMARY:: sitting on his lap is always nice, being needy and in his lap is another story.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

[bridgetotheskyyy]

Kisuke; Praise kink

a/n: the title for this was 'sweet things' btw! 18+ only. Praise kink, fingering, kisuke is weird and perhaps stalking reader lol. wc 2.5k bc i love my man

Kinktober Masterlist.

Your fingers worried the loose cardboard of the supply box in your grip. The lovely Tessai took one box after the other into the shops, Ururu and Ginta played and chased each other in his minute absences. 

Mr. Urahara was nowhere to be found.

And it was a good thing, too; you didn’t think you could resist him.

Ever since you had started supplying his store with goods, he had taken every opportunity to lavish you with flattery, concealing his smiling face with the fan you wished you possessed to conceal your sheepishness in these moments: 

“What a pretty woman you are!”

“Ginta, the lovely supply woman is here!” 

“Of course, I can’t imagine anything being sweeter than your lips ~”

Damn your love language. Damn it. 

But Mr. Urahara was never rude or vulgar, yet Tessai would often come around and chastise him for bothering you regardless. 

But it didn’t matter; you ate it up. You weren’t a fool; now and then you caught glimpses of the gorgeous dark-skinned visitor coming and going out of Urahara’s shop. You were certainly not the prettiest woman he’d ever seen, and you both knew it. 

“I don’t often hear those types of things,” You admitted softly to him one day, cheeks warm. 

“Oho no.” He had held you under his loving appraisal. “I don’t believe that.” 

“Well, believe it,” You said, laughing nervously. “I usually get yelled at for delivering the wrong thing. The address is always right,” you shrugged, “and I don’t pack the boxes, so …”

“Oh, if only you’d deliver the wrong package to me,” Mr. Urahara said, leaning toward you. “It would mean I’d get to see you twice a week.”

Oh, god, help.

You anticipated each and every delivery to his shop. You yearned for the praise. 

Until last Tuesday.

 You had taken a chance to move one of the biggest boxes taped up to the tenth. I can move this myself, c’mon, don’t be a deadweight. And Mr. Tessai was always so kind, couldn’t you help him out just once? 

You moved not one, but two, the last one prompting a drawn-out groan from you as you leaned over to drop it on the ground with care. 

You stretched your back out, heard a crack or two. You sensed Mr. Urahara’s  presence, heard those sandals. Clop. Clop. Clop. But for once you were too preoccupied with not being a nuisance to mind his proximity to you. 

“That’s a good girl,” came his voice, husked and breathy at your neck. “Such a strong, pretty girl you are, moving boxes for me ―”

You did the worst thing you could possibly do in that moment ― you moaned.

“Hm?” You heard from behind.

You squeaked and startled away.

“M ― M ― Mr. Urahara!” You stammered. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, a sweet lilt to his voice always. “Did I scare you?” 

“No ― I just, erm, aha, I’m going to be late for my next delivery!” You scurried back to your truck. “Bye!” 

You didn’t miss the muted, searching look Mr. Urahara had given you as your engine reared to life and you drove off, thanking the gods you had closed your trunk before driving over the speed limit. 

But despite your fears, Mr. Urahara didn’t show himself, and you were safe to hop in your truck and drive off. 

It was only when night struck ― you got a phone call.

You stared at the random number. Normally, you wouldn’t answer calls from strangers, but you took a gamble. 

Click.

“Hello?”

“Hello, (Y/n).”

You gawked, your phone nearly slipping from your hand. You knew that voice.

“Mr. Urahara?” You stammered. “I ― What ― How did you get my number?”

A silky laugh on the other line. “I’ve been watching you for quite some time, my lovely (Y/n).”

Whoa. Unease settled over you. Were you being stalked?

Another laugh, louder this time, more human. “Just kidding! Your number is on the side of your truck, remember?”

You blinked. Oh. Oh, yeah.

“Anyway, I called because I was worried I might have scared you off the other day” ― ruffling on the other side of the line ― “Are you all right?”

“Oh.” You sighed. You laughed at yourself. You let your mind get away from you. “No, it’s fine ― I’m fine. Really. I was just … having a bit of a rough day, is all.”

“Ahh, I see,” Mr. Urahara said. “Well, Miss (Y/n), I don’t pretend to know what’s best for you, but perhaps a day off is in order?”

You snorted. “A day off? What’s that?”

The two of you shared a laugh. Your shoulders relaxed. You sunk into your pillows and listened to the tapering sounds of his chuckles. He was easy, light, and it felt good to simply chat with the man after all the stress he had inadvertently caused you.

“I know, times are hard, aren’t they?” Mr. Urahara said. “You’ve been so good to my shop. If you’d let me, I would love for you to come over ― no business involved ― and allow me to treat you.”

You giggled. “That’s very kind, Mr. Urahara ―”

“Kisuke, please.”

“Kisuke,” You corrected. “But, I’m afraid I don’t have much of a sweet tooth.”

But he was such a sweet man, and you had a weakness for that. 

“I don’t know how you would treat me, exactly.”

“Hmm, well, I don’t know,” Kisuke said. “Perhaps ― and this is just off the top of my head! ― I could treat you to a … massage?”

You froze. If this were a tv show, you were sure the record scratch would be playing right about now. 

Impossible. No way you heard him right. 

You were quieter for longer than you intended; your mouth ran dry as the beginning of a fantasy ― another one you did not need ― flourished. Kisuke’s large hands kneading into your oiled skin. Your breasts, the inside of your thighs, drifting ever farther south … 

Stop. Stop. Stop.

“Haha ― hahaha.” Your laughs paired with a quickening heartbeat. “Mr. Urahara ― hahaha ― if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to proposition me!”

You waited for the man on the other land to speak, waited for the punchline, for the inevitable laugh track.

“...Guilty.”

…

Your phone would’ve fallen to the floor had it not been wedged against your cheek.

Oh no.

“I recognize this is awfully forward,” Kisuke said in that easy voice of his. “And if I’m going the wrong way to go about it, I apologize.” A subtle clearing of his throat. “But I like you very much, Miss (Y/n) … And I suspect you may feel the same way about me.”

You felt like you had swallowed a fish whole. 

“Look, Mr ― Kisuke,” You corrected yourself again. “I’m ― I’m flattered and all ―”

Shut up.

“ ― and I ― I do think you’re very handsome!”

Shut up.

“― And I always like it when you say sweet things to me!”

Shut up!

“B ― But ―”

“You like it when I say sweet things to you?” You could almost see Kisuke’s brow lift through the phone.

You gulped. Kisuke’s voice had taken on a distinct purr. How could his voice do this to you? Any man’s voice! It was just a man’s voice.

His voice.

You admitted defeat. “Yes.” Your voice was a leaf in the wind.

“Hm.” More shuffling on the other land, and you were probably crazy, but it was almost as if he was … “You want to know what I think, Miss (Y/n)? I think a beautiful woman like you deserves to hear sweet things said about her every day.”

Your throat was dangerously dry now. 

“I’m more than willing to fulfill that requirement for you. Come on over, Miss (Y/n),” he coaxed. “I would like to show you just how sweet I can be to you.” 

Ah, fuck. 

“I can’t sleep with a client,” You whispered into the phone, because this was apparently craziness you were actually considering. “It would be untoward.”

“And I won’t be a client, silly!” Kisuke said. “Didn’t you hear me before? It will just be a day between us, no business involved.” 

You couldn’t refute him, and you hated it.

“C’mon,” he cajoled. “Be a good girl for me. Don’t you like being my good girl?”

You rubbed your legs together in a foolish attempt to temper the throb at your cunt, and only adding unneeded friction there.

“Like the day you moved those boxes for me,” Kisuke continued, the husk in his voice clipping at the receiver. “You’re always so good to me. Let me be good to you. Hm? Pretty please?”

You hung up.

You panted ― panted ― and hoped you weren’t making a horrible decision as you abandoned your bed for your closet, keeping in mind to wear your prettiest panties.

“Miss (Y/n)!” Tessai greeted. “What a lovely surprise!”

You let yourself in, worrying the strap of your tote bag as you slinked into the  shop and found it deathly quiet within. You looked every which way, looking for the infernal candy man.

“I was not aware we were expecting a delivery,” Tessai said pleasantly. 

“There isn’t one,” You said. “I ― I came to see Mr. Urahara.”

“Ahh, I see!” Tessai said. “Well, it just so happens Ururu, Ginta, and I are going out for a day on the town!”

Of fucking course.

“I see.” You suppressed your fidgeting hands. “Well, Mr. Urahara and I probably won’t be long.”

“Very well then, you let me know if he gives you any trouble and I’ll be sure to set him straight.”

You waved Tessi goodbye and listened to the bell jingle in farewell.

Then you were alone. You browsed the aisles of candy displayed at random. You were fiddling with the wrapper of a gummy candy when ―

“I didn’t think you were coming ―”

You spun to see Kisuke beside you. You shot a glance at the door; you hadn’t heard it open, nor had you heard footsteps. How did he keep doing this?

Kisuke smiled, unfazed by your surprise. “But I’m glad you did.”

“Mr. Urahara ―” You continued wrinkling the candy, unsure of what to do with your hands, or, frankly, yourself at all. “I ― I should go, I ―”

“Aww.” Kisuke prowled toward you. He had a great bit of size and height on you; you were nearly face level with his open chest. “And deprive me of your pretty face?”

You bit your lip as Kisuke caressed your face. “I know you’re lying about all that. I’m not ― I’m not even all that.”

“I’m not,” he said. “And you are. Come on back and let me prove it.”

You don’t know how it happened, but before you know it the shogi to the back room was closing. Kisuke’s hands were disappearing underneath your shirt, his lips pressing kisses and devious words into your neck.

“Perfect,” he purred. One hand was unlatching your bra clasp while its twin tweaked and pinched at your nipple through a bra cup. His five o’ clock shadow tickled the skin just below your earlobe. “Just perfect! Would a girl not all that have such” ― he kneaded and groped at your breasts, barely protected by a bra gone limp ― “gorgeous tits? Hm?”

Your head hung back, coincidentally giving Kisuke greater access to your neck, greater opportunity to mark you with teasing teeth marks. Both hands palmed at your breasts now, sending shock waves through your person as his long, talented fingers cornered and bullied your nipples.

“Aah …” You bucked into him, too dazed to be ashamed, eager for his learned touch.

He had put you in such a daze, a maddening collusion of hands and lips and words ― the sweetest words you’d ever heard. Pretty girl, beautiful, so sweet, perfect, so wet. You blinked, opened your eyes; you were naked. When had he gotten you naked and why was he still clothed save his hat and robe? 

And with the last iota of sanity you had left you wondered idly whether or not you’d been drugged before that too was taken from you by Kisuke dipping three fingers into your cunt with a drawn out, approving hum.

“Oh!” You could feel your slick coming over his fingers, though nothing in comparison to the sweet pressure of Kisuke’s digits. The intrusion burned. You bit your lip against the sudden pressure. Already his fingers angled upwards in search of the spot that would make you scream, render you speechless. “Kisuke, oh …!”

“So good for me,” Kisuke cooed. His fingers had found their target, and now their thrusts began and ended with your ragged g-spot. You cried out and almost in reward he left a soft kiss on your cheek. “See? You could’ve had this such a long time ago; in the future, let’s not deny ourselves things that feel good.”

Your breath was haggard, patchy. The world had shrunk to the thrust of Kisuke’s fingers. He had you in his lap, an arm wrapped around your middle while his other did its work. You held on to him, arms lazily wrapped around his shoulders, hips rocking into his fingers. All the while he watched you, stormy eyes flickering intently over your face.

“I bet you’d like to come now, right?” he said in a low taunt, thumb brushing idly over your clit.

You nodded frantically, nails dug into his shoulders as he chuckled. “Yes, yes, please ―” you bucked. “Please, Kisuke, please, your ― your thumb!”

“Hm? Oh!” Kisuke’s voice was hilariously casual, as though he didn’t have you sitting in his lap, fingers deep in your cunt, nearing your end. “I didn’t even notice that. Wasn’t trying to be mean.” 

And without ceremony he brought his thumb to your clit and gave it the frantic attention you needed, incessantly flicking, rolling, his other fingers still entertained with your sopping hole.

“Go on,” he coaxed. “Pretty girls get to come.”

Your eyes rolled back. Kisuke’s fingers refused to cease, instead speeding up. You hollered and began to clench down on them.

“Good girl …” Kisuke’s head dipped forward to capture one of your nipples in his mouth and suck ―

“Fuck!” You quivered in his hold. The obvious imprint of his erection underneath your thigh only sent a second wave of pleasure through you. Kisuke nibbled on your nipple and the fight went out of you, forcing you to fall slack in his arms.

Your cunt continued to suck at his fingers until your whimpers bordered on painful. Only then did Kisuke have the wherewithal ― or mercy or both ― to remove them. Through heavy-lidded eyes you watched him suck the juices from his fingers.

“Hmmm,” he moaned. “Just as I thought; you’re right at home in a candy shop!”

You were still catching your breath, and witnessing such a raunchy display only took away more. “What do you mean?”

“Hm.” Kisuke smiled down at you, wiggling his now clean fingers. “Sweet.”  

[kiwicopia]

🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Monster 🔞

🎃 Vampire!Aizen x Noble!Fem!Reader 🎃

TW: Monster fucking, some blood, reader gets fed on a little, use of vampiric powers, reader gets gagged, wall fucking, some praise, reader tasting her own blood, slight non-con, use of a pet name, creampie.

tags: @stygianoir @shes-so-insane @byakuyawifey @uzxotic

Sosuke Aizen was a man completely shrouded in mystery. No one knew who he was or where he had come from. Or rather, no one knew where his wealth came from. He wasn’t tied to any of the noble houses within the city, nor was it known whether he could have been a distant relative of someone living here. All anyone knew was that he was rich enough to host such grand and extravagant masquerade balls almost every week. It wouldn’t have struck you as peculiar if the host attended his parties most of the time, yet each time he was nowhere to be seen. Not that it bothered any of his guests. After all, almost all of them were far too drunk and engrossed with the party to even care. Except you.

You noticed how he would disappear right before things would start—typically before the first dance—and he wouldn’t return until most of his guests had left. What was even stranger was the fact that he would be accompanied by a young woman each time, only that it would be a different one every week. No one thought anything of it, and neither did you, until those women were noted as missing in the papers. Still, no one thought about who it could have been or how it could have happened—except for you. You knew. Which was why you decided to investigate the matter. 

His routine was the same every time. Host the party, mingle for a few moments, whisk a young woman away, and then return by himself to dismiss the guests. You had his routine down like clockwork, yet you never expected him to suddenly change things up this time. The party started off the same as any other. Aizen thanked all his guests for attending before setting out to mingle amongst a few of them. His lips curled into a smile that would give the devil a run for his money, and you watched as he chuckled softly at something a man said. However, the mood quickly shifted when something else was said, and you noticed the way the brunet’s brows furrowed in response. His lips were a taut line, and you could visibly see that he was now angered at what was said. 

You weren’t able to hear what, exactly, they spoke of next, but you watched as the host whispered to the man before leading him elsewhere and away from the party. It was strange. Usually he took a woman, yet this time it was a man. With narrowed eyes, you followed them, making sure to keep your distance so neither would notice your presence. You weaved through the crowds of noblemen and women and eventually followed the pair into a dimly lit hallway. 

The chattering of the guests was but faint sounds at this distance, and you quickly pressed yourself back against the wall as the pair stopped. They talked a bit too low for you to hear and, shortly after Aizen stepped closer to him, the man let out a deafening scream. Sadly, no one heard it—only you—and you watched as blood trickled down and stained the noble’s shirt. 

You weren’t sure what was happening and, before you turned to leave, you saw them. The brunet turned slightly and gave you full view of his new appearance. Those warm eyes of his were now crimson, and a pair of fangs glinted faintly in the dim lighting as Aizen ran his tongue along them, lapping up any remaining blood. He feasted on that man. Drank his blood. Just what in the world was he? 

“Are you going to stand there, my dear, or are you going to show yourself?” His voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you stared at him as he turned to face you. The man’s body crumpled to the floor, but Aizen paid no attention to it as his sole focus was now on you. You stepped out from your spot against the wall and watched as his lips curled into a slight smile. “That’s better,” he said, crimson eyes slowly looking you up and down. It made you feel uncomfortable, especially after witnessing what he had done to that man. “I didn’t expect to be found out so soon, and by a little lamb no less.” 

He took a step forward and you took one backwards. “What are you?” Your question elicited a small chuckle from him as he stopped and gestured to his face, at which his mouth opened to reveal his fangs once more. 

“Is it not obvious?” He asked. When you didn’t reply, he sighed. “I am called many things, my dear.” Aizen took another step forward, yet you remained in place. “A demon, a leech, a beast,” he paused momentarily as he took another step closer to you, “a vampire.” 

Your brows furrowed in response to his claim. Such creatures were fables, were they not? Then again, he had just fed on a man right before your eyes. That was all the proof needed to back his words. “Did you do the same thing to those women that you did to him?” You asked. The brunet ceased his movements as his crimson eyes stared intently at you. He didn’t think anyone noticed him sneak off. 

Aizen’s lips curled into a slight smile before he spoke. “Yes,” he replied, “although I was far gentler with them than I was with him.” He came closer once more and you backed away, again. You assumed that he planned to deal with you the same way he did the others. After all, you knew his little secret. You could try and run away from him. Perhaps you could make it back to the party and reveal the monster that he truly is. Though with your lack of a response, he figured your thoughts out before you could turn away from him. “I wouldn’t, dear. You won’t make it very far.” 

You frowned at him, and he mimicked it and sighed when you disobeyed. Your body barely made it down the dimly lit hallway towards the ballroom before being shoved against the wall, and his hand clamped over your mouth to keep you quiet. Your sounds were muffled against his hold, and even more so with the loud laughter of the other partygoers. 

“I tried to tell you,” he sighed, “though I should know by now that little lambs never listen.” You struggled against him in an attempt to break free from his hold, yet he was far too strong to relent. Aizen clicked his tongue at your squirming and tightened his hold on you before he leaned close, his nose barely touching yours. “Be still,” he commanded. 

His pupils dilated as his crimson eyes bore into yours, and you suddenly felt a strange feeling wash over you. It was a sudden calmness that you knew he somehow forced. Your body felt more relaxed as the fear from earlier slowly ebbed away. It felt like magic, and you were inclined to believe he had some sort of power. When he felt your body cease its tedious wriggling, he smirked lightly. 

“Good girl,” he whispered. Aizen’s face then moved to the side of your neck. You knew he was going to bite you, yet there was nothing you could do. Your body felt so heavy under his little spell. The only thing you were able to do was let out a shaky breath when his tongue slid a fat stripe from your collarbone and up your neck. Your reaction caused him to chuckle lightly. “I’m still a bit parched, my dear, so you won’t mind if I have a little drink, right?” The brunet didn’t wait for an answer and dove right in. His mouth stretched a bit as his fangs poked out, and he slid them down your neck, allowing them to scrape against your skin. 

A small gasp fell from your lips as his fangs broke your skin, causing blood to slowly seep out. His tongue made quick work of the wound as it slowly lapped up the crimson substance. He hummed in delight at the sweet taste of your blood. It was far sweeter than that of the other women—or anyone for that matter—that he had fed on. It was delicious, and he let out a soft growl shortly after realizing just how euphoric feeding from you was starting to become. 

For you, the experience was nothing short of odd yet satisfying. While it pained you when he first started, it was now becoming oddly arousing. You wondered if he could tell. Aizen pulled away from your neck and sighed in such content before glancing at you from the side. “You're quite delicious, little lamb,” he whispered, bringing his lips close to yours, “you should have a taste.” Without warning, his lips crashed against yours, and his tongue roughly pushed past your lips to taste you further. He still had remnants of your blood on his mouth, and you could easily recognize the harsh metallic taste it carried. 

Though a simple kiss wasn’t what he intended. At least not at this moment. Initially, Aizen thought about killing you for finding the truth about what he was, however, his mind quickly changed the second he got a taste of your sweet, sweet blood. In all his years of being alive—or rather, undead—he had never tasted someone quite as delicious as you. No, he couldn’t kill you now. He’d keep you. Feeding on you wasn’t enough, though, and he knew that. You felt his arm snake itself around your waist while his other hand cupped your face as he pulled away from you. 

“I am going to indulge myself with you,” he whispered, crimson eyes staring deeply into yours, “so relax yourself, little lamb, and enjoy.” The hand on your waist slid further down, grabbing a fistful of your dress and hiking it up and over your hips. You didn’t utter a single sound in response, and Aizen took note of that. “Don’t be so quiet, dear,” he said, “I want to hear you.” His other hand then removed itself from your face and slid down to your exposed thigh, gripping it with enough force to elicit a small moan from you. “That’s better, now put your arms around me.” 

Your body moved on its own accord, and your arms immediately wrapped around his neck. This caused the brunet’s lips to curl into a slight smirk as he leaned in and kissed you, again. The distraction gave him enough time to not only pull down your panties, but for him to unzip his pants. Your brain was distracted to the point that you didn’t register what he was doing, until you felt his tip push past your folds as he buried himself inside of you. There was no warning, no preparation, nothing. You couldn’t deny the pleasure that came shortly after, though, mixing itself with the little bit of pain until it was all you could feel. Until it was the only thing you could feel. 

A deep, guttural growl came from Aizen as he gripped your thighs a bit tighter now. You were so deliciously tight that he had to fight back the urge to cum that very second. As much as he wanted to repeatedly drill into you, he decided to take his time.His lips remained locked with yours, his tongue exploring every little crevice within your mouth before rubbing your tongue. You felt utterly divine to him. Not only with your blood but your body, too. It was almost as if you were made just for him. 

Aizen’s body shuddered when you moaned against his lips, and he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into you. His grip on your thighs tightened to the point where his nails dug into your skin, but that only seemed to draw out even more noises from you. It spurred him on. His movements were slow and sensual at first, as if savoring the way your insides molded perfectly with his length. 

His body pressed into yours, keeping you balanced in-between him and the wall as he fucked you. The brunet kept your legs lifted, though his hands slid to your hips when they wrapped around his waist. Your constant moaning egged him on, your little noises nothing but absolute music to his ears. He couldn't recall the last time he had such a good fuck with a woman—or anyone. 

“Little lamb,” he cooed, pulling away from your lips, “you’re making such sweet sounds for me.” His face leaned closer, his lips against your ear. “But I can’t have you being too noisy. Stragglers could find us, and I’d hate to have to kill them for interrupting our pleasure.” You then felt him pry your lips apart as he stuck a piece of cloth in your mouth. The material felt familiar, and it soon registered in your little mind that it was your panties. It did well to muffle your moans as Aizen started thrusting into you again. 

His cock reached deeper and deeper, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. His pace was faster now, sliding in and out of your slick hole with relative ease now. Oh, he certainly believed you were made for him now. Your arms tightened around his neck as your jaw clenched from the pleasure, causing you to bite down on the panties in your mouth. 

A muffled moan slipped out of you when you felt his fangs graze your neck, slicing into the same spot from earlier. The sensation of him not only drinking from you but also fucking you was unbearable, and it didn’t seem as though he would be letting up anytime soon. No, he kept going, and you kept moaning. However, when your body started lightly shaking, Aizen ceased feeding from you. 

“Mm, you’re close, aren’t you?” He asked. When you gave a weak sound in response, he only smirked and picked up his pace. His arms wrapped around your waist as he shoved his face into your neck, and his body practically squished you up against the wall as he fucked you even harder. His cock continuously drilled itself into your soaked cunt, and his animalistic grunts filled your ears. Your walls sucked him each time he pounded into you. “Such a greedy little lamb,” he teased. 

He pleased you in a way you didn’t think was even possible, and you loved every single second of it. With one small and final moan, albeit muffled against your gag, you came undone. The little spasm from your body sent the brunet over the edge, and he shoved himself into you one last time as his cum spilled out, filling your insides. He panted softly and kissed your neck as your walls clamped down on him, milking him for every drop of cum he had. 

Aizen moved his head back so that he could see the look on your face. The complete and utter fucked-out-of-your-mind expression you held caused him to chuckle in response. “I believe you enjoyed it more than I,” he chuckled, again. His grip on your waist loosened as he pulled out of you, but he kept a hand in place while the other slid himself back into his pants. Your body felt so lightweight now, and you held onto him tightly, not wanting to let go. 

What control he had over you earlier slowly ebbed away as your muddled thoughts returned to normal. The haziness from whatever power he used on you dissipated, and you stared at him with tired, half-lidded eyes. You had quite a few questions for this man, if you could even call him that now. “Why did you do it?” You asked in-between your soft panting. 

“The women?” He raised a brow at you. “Food, of course,” he replied, “but that should have been a given. I’d say the same could be said for the man, but he didn’t taste as good as I thought. Now, as for you, little lamb, I’m quite certain you know what I was going to do to you.” 

“Yet you didn’t, why?” 

Aizen leaned his face closer to yours and smirked. “You have such a unique taste and feel, and so it would be a waste if I simply killed you.” 

Your brows furrowed in response to his words. “Then what will you do to me?” 

“I’m going to keep you, of course,” he replied. The smirk never left his face, and you frowned. “You’ll be mine, little lamb, forever.” 

[devildomresidentt]

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟒’ (UPDATED)

I’ve come to the decision that I will be participating in Kinktober 24’, I’ll be posting a fic every other day.

Intro fic will be posted 9/14, every other fic written will be tagged below for your viewing, starting October 3rd.

Hope you enjoy the lineup for this year <3

Intro -> Intox + Mammon (OMSWD)

3/10 -> Marking + Beelzebub (OMSWD)

5/10 -> First Time + Armin Arlert (AOT!CollegeAU)

7/10 -> One Night Stand + Jiraiya (Naruto)

21/10 -> Dry Humping + Belphegor (OMSWD)

22/10 -> Edging + Satoru Gojo (JJK)

23/10 -> Size Difference + Kenpachi (Bleach)

24/10 -> Hate Sex + Eren Jeager (AOT!CollegeAU)

25/10 -> Risky Sex + Kakashi Hatake (Naruto)

26/10 -> Degradation + Leviathan (OMSWD)

27/10 -> Praise + Suguru Geto (JJK)

28/10 -> Quickie + Kento Nanami (JJK)

29/10 -> Orgasm Control + Reiner Braun (AOT!CollegeAU)

30/10 -> Cock Warming + Diavolo (OMSWD!)

31/10 -> Threesome + Kakuzu/Hidan (Naruto)

This list is up for change, days may be skipped and prompts/charas may be swapped or changed, Viewer Discretion Advised

[brittscafe]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟓

Kinktober day 5: Size kink/manhandling, Kenpachi x fem! reader

A/n: Sorry this is late!! I was suppose to write this before my fall break from college, but that unfortunately did not happen 😭 So enjoy this short little piece

The way Kenpachi's hips are slamming into yours makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. He's towering over you, pinning one of your hands down to the mattress while his other hand is on your throat, squeezing it.

Your moans fill the room along with the sweat and lust. The way his cock just hits that sweet spot inside of you makes your body tingle and shiver.

He's so huge and muscular over you. Your eyes gaze over his abs and strong torso, mouth watering. Kenpachi is just such a strong manly man and it turns you on so much.

It making your pussy wetter thinking about it as he thrusts in and out of you. The way his hands are so large and big around your tiny throat, squeezing it. The way his other hand is around your wrist and looks so big compared to yours.

"God, you're such a slut for my dick, aren't you?" Kenpachi groans out, feeling your walls squeeze around him. You whimper and nod your head.

"Ahhh, yes," your words slur out, mind filled with pleasure. He grins at the way your words are filled to the brim with pleasure and how your voice is so whiny for him.

"Such a good girl for me," he comments, squeezing your throat a tad and causing you to let out a tiny moan. You cling onto Kenpachi and his cock throbs inside of you.

The way your pussy basically sucks him up and is so desperate for him makes a shiver run up his shiver.

He loves it when you do that, digging your nails into his tough skin.

"You're doing so good," he tenders speaks, gazing down at you beneath him. You look so tiny and fragile as he's slamming his cock into your pussy and watching as your jaw falls open with each powerful thrust.

"Kenny...please," you mumble out, feeling your high coming on. He cocks an eyebrow and chuckles.

"Take it, baby. Be a good girl and take it," he growls underneath his breathe, hips thrusting into yours. Your mind becomes fuzzy and your moans turn into super heavy breaths.

His voice is raspy and thick, causing your face to heat up. The way his hips meet yours in a perfect rhythm brings you to your climax, warm liquid covering his cock.

Kenpachi lets out a heavy breath feeling your juices on his bare cock as you whine and squirm. He releases your throat and grips onto your jaw tightly, still thrusting into your abused cunt.

"Poor baby, can't handle it, huh? I'll help you, baby," he grumbles out, chest glistening in the light. Your mind is still fuzzy coming down from your climax as Kenpachi continues fucking you.

He's growling and panting, desperate for his own release...

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー２０２４> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT

THE SUCCESSOR 🐙 SOSUKE AIZEN X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 1: IMPREGNATION

🐙 requested by: @muzansfangs Hi, honey! Your event looks absolutely awesome! Here I am submitting a request because you are an amazing writer❤️ Day 1 + Aizen Sosuke + f!reader (impregnation). Take your time, love you!❤️ ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. impregnation. mentions of pregnancy. reader "used" by Aizen to fulfill the need for a successor. 🐙 wc: 637 // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

With his hands around your waist, pressing you against him, he whispers in your ear how much he desires to make you the “bearer of his descendance”

Your back laying on his chest, your legs hanging down his legs; sitting on that sterile “throne”, the king assures a step further on his plans...

Oh, Sosuke Aizen, what do you see in that future of yours? Solitude? Defeat? Why do you need a successor?

Your nape, your hair, rest on Sosuke’s shoulder and neck. Up, his right hand slides; your neck it finds, crushing carotids and jugulars, making you dizzy… out of breath, perhaps even controlling you to go and come from the brink of death. Slap after slap, thighs hitting against your ass. Sweaty surfaces that go up and down, as he drills into you with desperate hips.

“Will you bear my child, dear (Name)?” he asks, coercing you to say yes… in any case, a blurred mind and an almost limp body is unable to say otherwise.

“Y-ye-yes, Aizen-sa-sama” you cry, as he presses your cheeks, so your lips become pouty, and your words come out in an adorably humiliating way.

A sophisticated, tinted in psychopathic, smirk escapes his lips. It makes you tremble, how can someone be so sexy, so soft and yet so scary at the same time? Guess the strongest don’t really need to be violent.. oh, but what definitely holds an almost unbearable violence, are those hip thrusts that wont stop pumping on you.

And your walls, as lustful, as desperate as those thrusts, spasm, milking that man that needs to shut his chocolate eyes closed… see, there is a reason why you were chosen to serve Aizen-sama.

“Aren’t you a little bit needy? Heh” he murmurs, biting ever so softly the lobe of your right ear. The humid words of his hot breath, feels like they are kissing your brain, pulling you down with tingles everywhere.

“Always for you, Aizen-sama” you purr, in heaven, with your inner thighs trembling and your toes a little curled. “I am yours to please, I am yours to be used…”

Sosuke growls; he definitely knows how his you are. But, even though, the moment he listens to those words, his body reacts uncontrollably… So far from the cold, calm, and collected Aizen you know, he bites your neck. His thrusts are even more violent than before, this time you can’t bounce properly as his delicate hands, yet strong and evil, grab you by your waist. He lifts you up, he doesn’t really need you moving… just be a hole for his insatiable hunger this time.

“Shsh, baby…” he murmurs, penetrating you so perfectly. The position, with you lifted and softly bent forward allows the tip of his sex to hardly push your sweet spot. Like an expert, knowing so very well, exactly where to press, he makes you retort with just the violent drill of unstoppable ramming.

It is nearly impossible for you not to come, viciously and aggressively, as suspended in between heaven and hell… well, isn’t it funny how the new king of Hueco Mundo is actually fucking your right now?

“Come on, cum so that I can fill you up very well…” he continues, enjoying the pleasure of your milking walls. “You know you shouldn’t waste a single drop, baby? Would you keep it inside for me? We need to make you very, very pregnant”

You shiver… exactly why, you don’t really know. Is it because of your orgasm taking over? Or is it because you are being entrusted with such a high order from Aizen-sama?

In any case… “Yes, Aizen-sama… make me, really, really pregnant…” “Very good, my beautiful ray of sun… come on, do it with a smile for me… but, please, make sure not to fail”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAh, toxic motherfucker!

Taglist of amazing babes: @awas-posts @missfuriosa @theneighbourhoodferret @ariesbbytings @animesnowstorm @lenablack9919 💕🌻

[dark-mnjiro]

[i want you to] give in :: kurosaki ichigo

kinktober 2023 :: week one :: kurosaki ichigo

author’s note: welcome to week one of my very first kinktober/kinktober 2023. I’m very new to the bleach game but… after binging the entire series back in may - welp here we are.

content warnings: ichigo x afab!reader, explicit sexual content, dom/sun dynamics, light bondage, blindfolds, breath play, choking, blowjobs, throat bulge, breeding, teasing, nicknames refer to reader as: “pretty girl, princess, etc”

Your vision is obscured by the blindfold placed delicately over your eyes. You tug against the soft bindings around your wrists to see just how strong the bindings are. It seems pretty sturdy before a soft whine moves past your lips. It seemed you weren’t able to see or do anything.

“Ichi—”

A callous thumb brushes over your cheek before you hear him hush you. “Stop squirming,” he teases as his breath dances over your throat. His touch moves to your throat. Against his orders, you squirm again wishing you could witness his hand encircle your throat. Excitement erupts in your belly as heat pools between your legs. He couldn’t possibly tease you like this forever? Right?

A gasp moves past your lips as you feel his hand squeeze your throat, prohibiting decent airflow. His touch wasn’t particularly rough, but enough to elicit a strained moan.

“I told you not to move, pretty,” he replies.

You offer a response with a mere pathetic whine as his large hands move further down your body before reaching your panties. Your thighs squeeze together as your lower lip sticks out just enough to pout.

Ichigo clicks his tongue before using his strength to push apart your legs. His weight shifts on the bed to settle in between your legs. A thumb presses against your clothed cunt causing you to squirm in response.

“Dirty girl,” he comments. “Soaking your underwear that quickly.”

You’re whining again as you try to move your hips just right against his touch to get even the tiniest amount of relief from the heat pooling between your legs. His touch disappears before hearing Ichigo tutting. The bed shifts again.

“Open your mouth,” he says.

“Ichi,” you whimper. “Not fair!”

“Open your mouth.”

You tug the bindings again before turning your face to the side. “No.”

A disappointed sigh falls from his lips. “Don’t act like this now.”

“No.”

“Princess,” his voice becomes stern. “Open.”

You shake your head in response.

His movements are swift as you feel his fingers pinch your nose just enough to inhibit your flow of air and force you to open your mouth. He slips his cock into your mouth before finally releasing his grip on your nose. His hand slipped down to feel your throat before pushing his length further down your throat.

Saliva began gathering in your mouth before looking up at Ichigo with teary eyes. You try your best to sit still and look pretty for him. Just how he wanted you.

“Good girl. Hold right there,” he said. His hand squeezes your throat before you struggle to breathe again. “Feel that? That’s me right there…”

You struggle to breathe before tears gather on your lashes, signaling you can only handle just a bit longer before your gag reflex kicks in. Your eyes dart up to Ichigo before a pathetic whine vibrates against his length.

“Just a bit more.”

The saliva in your mouth becomes too much before bits slip from the corners of your mouth, sliding down your chin and along your throat.

“Good girl,” he comments before pulling his cock out of your mouth.

You gasp for air before whining. “Ichi…”

No response.

You feel the bed shift.

“No touching,” he orders. “Do you understand?”

A nod.

You feel his arms wrap around your thighs and tug you further down the bed before he settles between your legs. Biting your lip, a small whine escapes your throat before you manage to feel his hands trailing up the length of your legs. He guides your legs securely around his waist before you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your cunt.

“Ichi…”

He doesn’t respond with words but merely a chuckle before a gasp leaves your lips as his length pushes into you. The feeling is strange, not being able to touch your lover as you feel him pull out and slam back into your dripping cunt. But, it seems to light every nerve on your skin on fire.

“That’s my girl,” he says, increasing his pace. “Look how good you are. Taking me so well. Always listening to me.”

A whine moves past your lips at his praises. A coil in your gut begins to tighten as your hands tug on your bindings. Your orgasm rushes in quickly - and you want nothing more than to touch him finally.

“No. None of that,” he orders, smacking your thigh. His hands adjust the position of one of your legs, gently setting it on top of his shoulder. The angle becomes much more profound as you gasp again. “No touching. I already told you.”

“P-please!”

“No.”

Another smack lands on your thigh as you cry out his name.

“Oh you sweet girl,” he growls. “You're clenching now. You gonna cum already?”

At this point, the heat pooling between your legs from his increasing thrusts was becoming overwhelming. Tugging again on your bindings, you whimper his name before another chuckle leaves his lips.

“Tell me pretty,” he grunts. “Tell me how badly you want to cum.”

“P-please!”

His movements slowed only causing you further agony.

“I want to come, Ichi!”

“How badly?”

“I’m going crazy!” you almost scream now.

“That’s my girl.”

A free hand moves to brush against your clit as the sensation sent electricity throughout your body. A wave of pleasure crashes over your body as your cunt clenches around him, earning a grunt from your lover. You cry out his name desperately before feeling his thrusts stuttering.

“Cum.”

You cry out again before feeling his hips stutter before pushing as far as he can into you before finally cumming himself.

Panting, you relax against the bed as you feel Ichigo slowly pull out of you. He places a gentle kiss on your temple before removing the blindfold and the bindings. He takes your hands into his own before rubbing your wrists gently and kissing them.

“You did well,” he cooes as he pulls you into his chest. “Rest now, pretty.”

All of your strength spent, your eyes slip shut as a smile curls over your lips.

[my-my-my]

KINKTOBER DAY 1 - Grooming: Shunsui Kyoraku x Reader

Summary: Paperwork, paperwork, and more paperwork. A surefire way for Shunsui's headache to appear. But before it grabs a hold of him, maybe visiting you, a hair stylist in the World of the Living, would give him a much needed reprieve. Also, his hair was in need of a trim anyways.

TW: MDNI! NSFW. Shinigami Shunsui Kyoraku (Post TYBW) with human Reader. I tried to make Reader a bit of a tsundere. Oral sex (fem receiving).

Word count: 2030

Read on AO3 here.

This is a two-parter, with the second part falling under Face Sitting.

Head Captain Kyoraku hung his head and sighed. Paperwork was so cumbersome, there was too many on his desk, too many to read and too many to sign. Damn… how does Nanao do all of this, he thought to himself, slightly regretting giving her time off.

Another sigh echoed the room as he tried to concentrate at the task at hand. Paper after paper, sighs followed by grumbles and muttering from reading strange contracts and requests. Shunsui recognized the familiar pain that was flaring in his skull.

He leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes to try and minimize the approaching headache. It was then, it hit him like a strike of lightning, a brilliant idea on how to get this headache to go away.

Not one to be too irresponsible, he left a message with Lieutenant Okikiba that he’d back shortly.

To see Mr. Kyoraku at your salon was certainly a surprise. You didn’t quite know the man, but he enjoyed your company after you first gave his curly brown hair a simple trim. He came in one day, as you were closing, then would randomly visit you. Sometimes this was when you were already busy with a client, waiting around until you were free, other times it was right when you were closing. The relationship you had was… interesting. You couldn’t deny the immediate attraction to him as he was so handsome, but he also came across as silly that you couldn’t help but laugh at some of his antics and comments.

At the same time, the randomness annoyed you to a degree, so you gave him your number. What shocked you was that it was almost as if he had never heard of a cellphone number before. He stared at the slip of paper with confusion across his face. You remembered that night as you had burst into laughter, and he followed up with, “you have a beautiful laugh” and a dashing smile.

And now, here he was again, showing up when you had just finished with a client, making his way to a seat.

“Mr. Kyoraku! It’s nice to see you, but you need to remember to book an appointment with me.” You laughed as you brushed any remaining cut pieces of hair off your client, paying no mind to him. You attended to your client, as Mr. Kyoraku sat in his seat, his head down.

Once the client left, you were alone in your shop. You had been visited by Mr. Kyoraku several times now, and he would pay a hefty amount for being alone. It startled you the first time, but he said he wanted your complete and undivided attention, and he would pay extra for that.

Which was why he was here, again. How many years has it been since this came to be? But this visit was a bit different, the air was a bit tense. You proceeded to close up shop as Mr. Kyoraku asked you about your day. You focused on sweeping the floor, then looked at him from the mirror in front of you.

“Mr. Kyoraku! What happened?” You gasped, turning around to face him. He wore an eye patch, and an evident scar ran behind it to his ear.

“Oh this? You should have seen the other guy.” He laughed, trying to ease your worry, but without thinking, you held his face as you lightly traced the scar. The worry never faded from your face.

“You’ve always been so sweet to me, my dear.” Mr. Kyoraku said, cupping your hand to his face. He looked at you with his one eye and gave you a tender smile. “I’m alright, you really shouldn’t worry about an old man like me.” You frowned and knew he wouldn’t say much about himself, so you clicked your tongue and pulled him out of his seat.

“So can I assume you’re here for the usual?” You asked, preparing your tools to cut his hair.

He hummed in appreciation, as you draped the hair cutting cape over him. He undid his ponytail, and you began to lightly tussle his locks, “well your hair is super healthy! I hope it wasn’t a hassle to take care of as you recovered from your eye injury, sir.” You asked, politely.

“My dear, you can call me Shunsui.” He smiled at you through the mirror. You blushed at the lack of formality but nodded along. You could sense he was a bit self-conscious, but he had no reason to be. For some reason though, you felt that even if you said that to him, it wouldn’t detract from his insecurity.

You proceeded to trim the ends of his hairs to the shape he preferred. You were no nonsense in your approach, which he had told you before was what he preferred. He could sense your methodical approach, and as he had to move his head up and down, saw how focused you were on him and his hair.

It was… nice being cared for this way.

Then you quickly brushed him and led him to the sinks to wash his hair. “Could you… give me a longer massage today?” Shunsui asked, with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Oh of course, let me just clean your hair first, and I promise to give you the best scalp massage ever!” You exclaimed, wanting to make him feel better.

You carefully lathered and rinsed his hair. The long, brown tresses flowed softly along the sink, your nimble fingers gently detangling his hair. Your fingers made his way to his scalp, and you softly massaged his scalp. Shunsui sank deeper into his chair and let out a content sigh, “that’s great, just what I needed.” He murmured, a large smile gracing his face.

“If you want Mr. Kyo- I mean Shunsui, after I dry your hair, I can give you a back massage. I can see your back muscles are quite tense too.” You asked, noticing the way he was still tense in his chair. He gave you a sincere smile, “I’d love that.”

Once Shunsui’s hair had dried, and he placed his hair in a ponytail again, you led him to one of your spare esthetician rooms where you would give skincare treatments to a few of your clients. The bed doubled as a massage bed, so you instructed him to lay down on it.

Shunsui proceeded to take off his dress shirt, earning a flustered noise from you, “hold on! Let me leave the room.” Shunsui laughed, “it’s alright. We don’t have to be so modest with each other.” Giving you a wink.

“You just like teasing me.” You pouted, as you pushed him on to the bed. It did startle you to see how muscular he was, with mattering of chest hair, but you tried to be professional.

Tried being the operative word.

You placed the cover on top of him and began to feel out his back, noticing where tension was placed across his muscles. You also noticed the faint, timeworn scars across his back.

“You know, Shunsui, we’ve known each other for years… but you never told me what you do.”

“Is that so?” Shunsui replied, with a slight air of indifference, “why don’t you take a guess as to what I do?”

You hummed to yourself, trying to piece together what you knew about him coupled with the scars across his body and eye injury.

“An archery teacher?” You asked, thinking it was a bit of an odd job, but one you could see him do.

Shunsui gave a low chuckle, “no, bows aren’t my weapon of choice.”

Interesting you thought to yourself.

“A kendo teacher perhaps?” As you kneaded a particularly tense muscle of his. Shunsui inhaled sharply from the instant pain, but then relaxed.

“No, but you’re getting slightly warmer.”

Slightly warmer? You questioned. “Have you been working this job for long time?”

Shunsui let out another deep, muffled laugh, “you have no idea.”

“Something to do with the military?” You stopped, peering down at him. Shunsui looked up at you and gave you a lazy smile.

“Close enough.”

Confusion ran through your face, but you were done with his massage. Shunsui sat up on the table, rolling his shoulders and flexing his neck. He let out a loud groan of satisfaction from the relief he felt, “you had no idea how much I needed that.”

But you stared at him with a puzzled look on his face, trying to still figure out his career. Shunsui couldn’t help but laugh at your expression. “You look cute with that look on your face” he chuckled, poking your face.

This earned him another pout from you, “I’m not cute! I’m a grown woman.” This earned another laugh from him.

“You’re both cute and beautiful, how about that?” Shunsui explained, calling your name.

You crossed your arms, pretending to be hurt and mad at what he said, “you have to apologize, you know.” You huffed. Shunsui stared and then gave you a sly smile, cupping your face in his large hand.

“I think I know what to do so you can accept my apology.” Shunsui said, his face hovering close to yours. You closed your eyes as you felt his lips on yours, his hand holding your chin. You could feel the familiar tingles flowing through your body, as the kiss deepened.

He pulled away from you, a lazy, yet satisfied smile crossing his lips. Without a word, he lifted you with ease, putting you back on to the massage table.

“I think you need to take somethings off, if I’m supposed to give you a proper massage.” Shunsui said, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. You quickly shimmied off your bottoms and underwear, then spread your legs wide for him.

“See what I mean, you truly are both cute and beautiful.” Shunsui said in his teasing tone. Your pussy was bare for him to see, not quite wet enough to his liking, but it was a start. He kissed you again, as one of his hands traveled down, cupping your pussy. His large thumb gently rubbed against your clit, earning a gasp from you.

“That’s it,” Shunsui said, pulling his face away from you. He felt the growing slickness from you and kissed his way down your body, giving your nipples some quick bites and sucks. Soon he was hunched over the table, with your legs on his shoulders, as he was face-to-face with your wet pussy.

Shunsui let a long swipe against your wet folds. He groaned at your taste, suckling on your clit as one of his fingers entered you.

You were seeing stars, loudly moaning at how intense Shunsui was with your pussy. His thick finger was already so full for you, then he added two more, earning a deep groan from you. Your orgasm was approaching, as you threaded your fingers in Shunsui’s curls. His large nose rubbed along your slick pussy as he lapped away, savouring your taste.

You shrieked as your orgasm came, your pussy drenching his face with your wetness. Your face was flushed as you laid on the massage bed, watching Shunsui sit up and straighten himself out. A lazy, smug smile appeared on Shunsui face as he watched you in satisfaction, trying to ride out the remnants of your orgasm.

Shunsui pulled you up, kissing your forehead as your body began to calm down. Your pussy throbbed from what had just happened, but you wanted more of it, and more of him.

“If you’re free the rest of the evening, why don’t you come back to my place, Shunsui?” You asked, spreading your bare legs again as if to entice him.

Another lazy grin graced Shunsui’s face, “I thought you’d never ask.”

As he helped you finish the remaining tasks to close your salon, the headache he had and the boring paperwork, were a distant memory to him. A memory soon to be replaced by the sounds of your moans, the feel of your pussy and mouth around his cock, and your flushed body next to his.

TBC in face sitting.

Thanks for reading!!

[blueparadis]

about: this year i don't wanna do k!oct. i wanna take it easy :)) october is the busiest month of the year for me due to certain cultural & religious festivities so it gets a little too much for me to participate in k!oct and since i don't wanna miss the fun i always end up doing it anyway. so, this year i'm trying to do something different. i don't know how many will join or reach out to me but at least let me try from my end.

i have joined the ffg initiative and i have two genshin impact fics that i intend to finish so that i can post them in the month of october but there isn't a hard deadline so, what will i be doing all these months? I can help you with your k!oct event as:-

– beta-reader

– fic banner editor; sample: simple + elements banner + gif banner.

– k!oct event manager[ formatting, brainstorming ideas, schedule planning, send requests. ]

all you need to do is to dm or send an ask :) moots are so welcome for this event and even if you're not moots with me, that's okay :)

[kysslasher]

KINKTOBER DAY 9:: mirrors— Ichigo kurosaki

WARNING:: mirror sex, marking, scratching, manhandling, praise/degradation ooc!ichigo(?)

SUMMARY:: after a day of shopping you decide to try on a few new outfits and a bit of lingerie you bought.

The sound of your doorknob twisting and keys jiggling you look up from your phone as you lay on the couch, after hours of straining his body Suna just simply knows he couldn't wait to come home to you.

He was a bit frustrated, work was feeling more like a chore, and the more trainings that took place the less ichigo got to see you. The sound of his shoes thumping at the 'welcome' mat and his keys being set in the key dish.

A small sigh emitted from his lips, walking further into your home ichigo found you lying stomach down on the couch but your head turned in curiosity of his arrival.

"Hey, how was training? You look tired" you say, turning over on your side to make room on the cushions for the man. "It was a fine practice but I'm stressed is all" he groaned sitting down on the end of the couch where your feet rested.

"What happened?" You ask, completely shifting your attention towards your boyfriend. "It's like, everytime we're training they want harder lessons and less time for us to have breaks. On top of that our schedules are so damn packed I barely get to see you" he sighs the utter frustration in the puff of air coming past his lips makes your chest hurt.

sitting up completely you crawl over to his end, straddle him, tainting his view of the TV "I'm here now, just do what you want to do while I am " you look him in his eyes with no hint of restraint in your eyes that comes with the statement.

Completely disregarding his tired state he rubs your thighs humming at the idea. Your hands wrapped around his neck you brush your nose against his, his large palms now gripping at your plush thighs, a bulge growing in his pants at the thought of doing what he wants with you.

Pulling at the hem of your shorts you lift your hips high enough until they are far down enough to kick them off your legs. Waiting until ichigo could strip himself of his pants as well you rid your shirt leaving you in nothing but your underwear and bra. You settle back down into his lap comfortably.

Your hips began to slowly grind into his thigh making you suck in a deep breath, ichigo closing whatever partial distance could be between the both of you, your lips clashing together tracing the others slowly pulling away as you both murmured words of pleasure.

you rocked your hips over his, feeling his erection grow with your actions. He let out a moan as he buried his face in your neck, the two of you now needily rutting against each other.

Letting out a small groan the fabric of your pants sent stimulation straight down to your core, ichigo grabbed at your hips, his nails dug into them as he pushed you down harder resulting in a small moan coming from your lips.

You felt dizzy at all the stimulation. "You really like this don't you?" He asked,pressing hot kisses into the skin of your neck. You almost whine in embarrassment but choke them down. Nodding your head ichigo gets a boyish grin to take over his lips "I bet you do" he says as his lips kiss a trail down from the corner lips to your neck.

You feel his warm tongue lick a stripe on your throat making your whimper "Ichigo-" his lips attach themselves onto your neck harshly sucking and licking the spot leaving a small red mark that would surely bruise over by the next day in the shape of blooming flowers.

Your fingers gently grasp at the hair on the back of his neck driving the orange haired man mad under you. Guiding your hips at a faster pace you could only imagine the build-up of your orgasm pooling in your underwear seeping through.

The small wet watch of precum becomes larger as your panties make friction soaking his underwear as well. The outline of his cock rubbing against your clit makes your head spin and you couldn't help but moan and grind harder against him.

"You feel so good" you whimper hearing the sticky sounds of your slick thighs rubbing together, it was messy yet the both of you were too eager chasing some form of an orgasm to care what kind of mess you make.

You look down at ichigo whose head was thrown back while he lets out the deepest groans of pleasure. His hands guiding your hips against his at a faster pace makes you choke out louder moans.

Opening his eyes at the sound of your raspy moans at the sight of you with messy hair and mascara running down your cheeks, "you looked too good" you whisper, placing one of your hands down on his lower abdomen as you feel ichigo bucked his hips into you faster.

The feeling of the fabric running against your pussy slightly burned but it felt too good to care. "Feels so good" he grumbled as the pressure began to build. The both of you chasing your orgasms he pushes your panties to the side rubbing your bare pussy against the fabric of his boxers at a fast pace that makes you whine.

You gasp feeling yourself being sent over the edge, ichigo begins to slow down but you only shake your head as you anticipate him reaching his peak. "Please keep going, I want you to cum" you moan as your nails drag against his skin leaving behind a trail of red marks.

Your needy words make his eyes roll back as he pushes your hips down, he ruts into you as he moans shamelessly. You huffed for air from your red kiss swollen lips, your head was tossed back in ecstasy, the feeling of his thighs getting you off made everything feel so much better.

The small knot in the bottom of your stomach snapping at the final buck of your hips, letting out a gasp you place a hand on Ichigo’s chest hoping he would stop pushing and pulling your hips but the small moans coming from your lips only egged him on.

Your hips twitch at overstimulation you chant his name "please- fuck" you groan as you feel your orgasm washing over you in waves yet again. "Please? I thought you were my stress reliever and you can't even grind against me without complaining" he at your form all tired out on his lap.

He didn't care.

Lifting your left thigh off of him he gently pushed you off of his lap. "You're my relief for the night, hm?" He says in less of a questioning tone and more of a matter-of-fact statement yet regardless you find yourself nodding.

Ichigo, giving you no time or space, turned you around giving him the perfect view of everything. Pushing the small of your back down as you arch your back on all fours, your chest pushed against the fabric of the couch you were met with the mirror perched up in the corner of your living room, the view of your bare body.

Heat practically traveling to your face in record time, you could see ichigo looking down at your ass, his hand rubbing gentle circles making you close your eyes, a sharp sting on your ass making your eyes shoot open as you felt his hand leave a harsh smack on your skin.

And another. Your body feeding into the pain, you could only moan at the satisfaction of his palm meeting the bare skin of your ass. "Does that feel good?" he said as you felt the harsh wet pad of his thumb rub against your aching pussy. "Yes" you whimper as you're letting out harsh huffs of air from your throat.

You clench around nothing begging for him to actually fuck you without saying a word. ichigou his knees to spread your legs more, his hand at the base of his cock that's painfully hard, rubbing it against your entrance, your hips shake at the sudden feeling making the both of you hiss.

Pushing himself inside you, you felt full to the brim like he could split you open, his hips slowly fucking into you. "Please" you beg and for what exactly? You didn't know. "You feel so fucking good" he groaned as one of his hands gripped at your ass.

The sound of skin on skin reverberated through the room, your moans are unceremoniously loud and cannot be helped, "fuck ichigo" you feel the harsh snap of his hips as he gave you no time to get used to be stuffed full of his cock.

Your arms reach back as you let out a whine wishing his brutal pace would slow down, only for him to grab both of your forearms as he pulled you in harder, "fuck" he said letting out guttural moans.

Your hips shake and you moan at every snap of his hips, the sound of your sopping wet hole makes you even more embarrassed yet you couldn't get enough. "You wanna cum?" He asked his moans getting caught in his throat yet you only nod.

"Yes- please let me cum" you beg, as his hips relentlessly snap into a spot that made your mind go completely blank, "right there" you groan making him hum "yeah? Right here?" He says as he pushes you down completely his legs caging you in, your hands grip at the cushion of the couch wanting to Barry your face and hide your loud moans.

His tip plunging in and out of you at the same spot, gasping as you feel the familiar tightening in the pit of your stomach completely release and tighten around him, his hips twitch and his thrusts become sloppy, he was close and you could tell as he fucked you through your high.

"I'm cumming" he slurred, you bite your lips holding in a loud groan as his hands press your hips down against his pelvis as he finishes inside you filling you with the warm feeling of his cum. Catching his breath he pulls out and watches his cum drip on the fabric, too high off of his own orgasm to care his thumb comes in contact with your slit rubbing his cum against your clit you hiss in sensitivity letting your thighs snap shut.

You hadn't let the embarrassment of your eyes burning into your own reflection as you got fucked sink in completely as you let the soft comfort of the couch slightly whisk you away into sleep.