#bleach smut

[truelotus]

omg can we get a nasty urahara smut?? you can freestyle it but id love if urahara is playing/teasing the reader with touches, glances, flirtatious comments until the reader finally gives in, to a really nasty time :)) thank you!!

All Mine ೃ⁀➷ Kisuke Urahara X reader

╰┈➤ Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut/lemon, pussy eating, fingering, tongue fucking, unprotected sex, creampie, public sex if you squint your eyes, sex while on the phone, dominant kisuke, sub reader, jealous kisuke, female reader

・❥・ a/n : I’m so happy to see Kisuke finally in my inbox😭thank you for the request! (I just finished writing this at 1 am lol)

You’ve always been attracted by the owner of Urahara Shop. It’s really the only reason why you kept on passing by the shop. Seeing his slightly revealed chest out in the open always caused something to fire up something inside of you.

Of course you didn’t see him for just his looks, he was funny, thoughtful, mysterious in a way. And you could tell that he is a man with great intellect but decides to be nonchalant about it. He was definitely your type.

You had the same effect on him, he looked forward to you visiting his shop. He’d always sneak a look at your ass if you were to pass by him. And once you left the shop, he’d quickly excuse himself and lock himself up in his room.

He’d fist his cock in his hand right on the edge of the bed, moaning out your name, imagining on how your hand would feel wrapped around his cock. He’d wonder during that moment on how deep you can take his cock in your mouth, on how your tongue would feel swirling around his tip.

He’d let his thoughts go wild, how would you moan out his name? What kind of look would you have while he was balls deep inside you? How would your ass and boobs bounce from his thrusts? He could only wonder.. for now.

Once he was finished, he’d clean himself up and head to bed, hoping that you’d come to the shop the next day.

And maybe this time, things could change.

You decided that you were going to Kisuke’s shop right before going to the beach with your friends, you wanted him to see you in your swimsuit because knowing him, he’d probably be anywhere but at the beach.

You stepped into Urahara’s shop, you weren’t going to buy anything obviously.. you only came to see the owner of it.

You noticed the tension between you two but you never enacted on anything, you thought that Kisuke Urahara was just a playboy.

You wore a bandeau swimsuit, you loved the swimsuit of course but you kept on having to pick up the top, you wouldn’t want to flash anyone.

“Urahara-San!” You yelled out his name, you saw his head poke out the corner, you saw him pause for a second before he came out.

“Ah! If it isn’t Y/N, I was wondering when I’d see your pretty face again.” He walked right behind you to get something.

But unknowingly to you, he was only doing that to check your ass out.

You were confused by this, so you turned your head and he quickly averted his gaze from your bottom and cleared his throat.

“So, going to the beach today I see?” He casually said, you hummed in response.

“Why else would I be dressed like this?

He chuckled before saying, “The beach hm?” He stepped closer to you, repeating your words, he let his chin rest on your shoulder, “And here I was thinking that you dressed up like that just for me.” He whispered the last part. He laughed and removed himself from your bare shoulder, he was now standing in front of you.

He flicked his fan open, covering the bottom of his face but you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes, “I’m only kidding of course.” You rolled your eyes trying hard to ignore the heat on your cheeks.

“You’re too much Urahara-San.” You walked right past him, you didn’t want him to see how flustered he got you.

“Well, I came by to see if you wanted to join me and my friends on the beach.” You said as you went behind the counter, leaning over it. Letting him look at your breasts.

“Oh? And who are these friends of yours?” He replied, he leaned over the counter across from you.

You caught him glance down at your chest over and over again, then to your lips. Then finally to your eyes, “Just a few guys from my graduating class. They thought it’d be a fun idea to catch up at the beach.” For a second you saw Kisuke’s smile drop but he quickly smiled again, “Mm, a few guys huh?” He repeated your words, he leaned over the counter even more, his chest was just as exposed as yours.

“Tell me, do these old classmates know how to keep their eyes to themselves?” He took a strand of your hair, twirling it in his finger, “Or are they going to be as distracted as I am right now?”

His gaze lingered onto your chest before he met with your eyes, he smiled. “I’m just wondering if I have to show up, to let them know you’re not exactly..available.” you scoffed then.

“What are you getting at, Urahara-San?” You watched him come up behind the counter with you, to stand next to you.

“This tension between us..” he tilted his head, his voice was low and lazy, “It’s a bit exhausting, don’t you think?” You let your body, letting your elbows rest on the counter. Kisuke moved and he was now standing right in front of you, his tall frame towering over you.

You were at a loss for words, sure you were this confident and maybe even cocky girl, but that little act drops as soon as someone is putting their foot down.

“I- Uh.. Urahara-San.” You stuttered with your words, you put your hand on his bare chest, wanting to push him away but you didn’t.

“At a loss for words now aren’t we?” Kisuke leaned in closer, you felt his lips brush over your ears, “Why don’t you ditch your friends? I’ll show you that you and I could have a fun time.” He pulled his head back, looking dead into your eyes. He was serious, serious about you ditching your friends.

You cleared your throat, trying your best to sound calm, “What kind of fun stuff do you have planned?” You saw his lips slowly curve upwards into a sly smirk, he took off his hat and placed it down next to you on the counter, “You’ll see, why don’t you take your phone out real quick?” You were confused but you nodded, you took your phone out of your bag and before you could even unlock it, Kisuke lifted you up, sitting you down right on the counter.

“Before we.. go further. I just wanna check how the lady really feels about this.” He was making sure that you were into this and weren’t forcing yourself to do anything.

“Well I am curious on what kind of fun stuff you have planned.”

“Mm. I like the sound of that.” You watched as he leaned in closer than ever before, he was dangerously close to your face, noses touching.

“I’m not going to hold back, you know that, right?” He was giving you one last chance to get away, to stop all of this.

“Please, just kiss me already Urahara-San.” You pleaded.

Kisuke chuckled before saying, “Just call me Kisuke, no need for formalities, especially after this..”

Kisuke lifted his hand, palm sliding up to the cradle of your neck, he used his other hand to graze on your jawline. You watched as his eyes drifted from yours then to your lips.

Finally his warm and soft lips touched yours, but it lasted for only a few seconds. He was testing out the waters right before he could dive back in.

His lips smashed right onto yours, this kiss was much more passionate, deeper, and sure. He tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss even more, you could feel him place his hand on your hip, playing and pulling the string of your swimsuit bottom.

Then you could feel his teeth biting the bottom of your lip, pulling on it and letting it go.

His hand slipped from your hip to the inner of your thigh, he was massaging your thigh gently, it was enough to let out a small moan.

He took that chance and slid his tongue into your mouth, tongue exploring yours. You felt his fingers brush your pussy slightly, he quickly withdrew his hand, afraid that he was going too fast about this.

Thats when you spread your thighs wider, taking his hand and letting his fingers touch your clothed pussy. You could feel him smirking, he felt your pussy up through your swimsuit, lightly rubbing it. He pulled his head back, “I’m going all in, okay?” You smirked and your hand traveled down to the area between your thighs, pushing your swimsuit aside, showing him your wet pussy.

“Go ahead, Kisuke.” His smirk grew wider, he slowly took one of his fingers and let it slide into your squishy walls, shivers ran down your spine and your body jolted as you felt only one of his fingers inside you. He pumped his finger in your pussy, hearing carefully the squishy sounds, “You’re very wet, Y/N.” you let out soft moans with each pump he did, soon enough he slid his finger out of you, licking his finger clean, “I must say, you taste delicious.” He held up two fingers to you, “Now let’s see how much noise you can make with two.” He slid right back in perfectly, his fingers curled up inside of you, “Oh my.. fuck.” you let out a shaky moan, eyes beginning to roll to the back of your head.

As he was fingering you, you saw how there was a a mischievous glint in his eyes. He lowered down, spreading your thighs apart wider than ever before, licking his lips as he looked up to you, “I want more of you.”

You nodded, giving him permission for whatever he was about to do.

“Kisuke!” You let out a loud moan, his tongue vicariously lapping at your core.

“Haah..” His tongue teasing your throbbing clit, you arched your back, completely giving up, giving up on being quiet.

He slid his fingers out, replacing it with his wet tongue. His thumb reached up to your clit, circling and pinching. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, pushing his heed deeper into your inner thighs, “More.. more Kisuke.”

You were beginning to see stars now, your moans shorten, a sign that you were about to come soon. “Kisuke.. I’m.. fuck!”

“Come on baby, come on my face, let me have all of you, right now.”

You let out a shaky moan as you came right on his face, he made sure to get every last bit of you, licking his lips and using the back of his hand to wipe his chin.

You let your arms fall to the side, forgetting that your phone was still in your hand. “Hey hold on now,” His hand topped over yours, he made you hold your phone correctly.

“We still need to call your friends, it’s not nice to ditch them without saying anything!” You had no idea what he had planned but you nodded, he smirked and let you down from the counter. You turned your back from him, unlocking your phone and searching for your friend’s contact.

And just as you found it, you felt him press himself up against your body, you could feel his hard cock pressing up against your ass, it was impossible to miss it.

“May I?” he whispered into your ear, you laughed lightly, he was still asking for permission. You thought it was sweet though.

“I don’t see why not.” You bent over slightly, rubbing your ass on his crotch, he nervously laughed. You could hear the sounds of clothing being messed around with.

And just as you found the contact of one of your friends, you felt his hand pull down your swimsuit bottom, you snapped your neck at him. “I wouldn’t want to mess up this lovely swimsuit of yours. Thought I’d play it safe, y’know?” You could feel his tip touching the entrance of your pussy.

He politely pushed your head down to the counter as he slowly slid his hard and throbbing cock inside of your walls, you both let out a sharp moan.

His size stretched out your walls. As for him, you were incredibly tight.. he was going to loosen up your walls soon enough though.

His thrusts were slow at first, testing out the waters again but with your pussy instead. He placed both of his hands on yours hips, holding them tight and using it as support to hold your body close together with his as he was about to fuck you.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He grunted, your walls clamped down on his cock, his thrusts were steady, not too slow or too fast. He was being nice with you and you knew.

“Kisuke..come on. Fuck me like you mean it.” You groaned out, challenging him. You saw how a little drop of sweat rolled down from his forehead, the shop was filled with sounds of skin clapping against each other.

“Go on baby, call your friend,” Kisuke whispered, “Let them know just how much fun you’re having without them.” His thrusts became quicker and a bit more aggressive than before.

His cock was balls deep in your tight pussy, your ass jiggled with each thrust he did. “W-Wait are you-“

“Yes, I’m sure. Call them baby.” He closed his eyes as he threw his head back from the great pleasure.

You muttered ‘okay’ as you pressed call, Kisuke didn’t bother to stop, groans and grunts escaped from his lips, you covered your mouth with your hand as you heard it ring.

Finally, your friend picked up.

“Yo! Y/N! Where you at? I thought you were gonna come out today with us?” You cleared your throat, trying to sound as casual as possible.

Kisuke was making this hard for you, his thrusts became much more passionate, and much rougher than ever before. Not to mention that your body was being moved uncontrollably. It was going to be hard to say anything while being fucked relentlessly.

You uncovered your mouth,“Hah.. about that.. oh fuck..! I don’t think I’d be able to.. make it..! I’m so sorry..”

You accidentally let out a loud and lustful moan, you quickly covered your mouth, muffling your moans.

“Oh.. no worries. I was kind of hoping I’d get to see you. You know, it’s been a while since we last spoke.”

Kisuke heard this and he uncovered your mouth, hips smashing against your ass, you couldn’t hold back anymore. You let out short and lustful moans, letting your friend hear what was happening on the other end.

“Kisuke!” You moaned out his name loudly as you felt yourself about to come on his cock soon, your walls clamped down onto him, Kisuke hissed.

With just a few more thrusts, you let your juices flow all over Kisuke’s cock as he was still fucking you, drool dripped down your chin.

“S-Sorry about that then.. I have to.. go.” You quickly hung up on your friend, you let your body relax and let Kisuke fuck your tired pussy now.

“I’m gonna cum.” Kisuke said, soon enough he let his seed fill up your pussy. He slowly slid himself out of you, your pussy spilled out a bit of his cum.

“You.. did that on purpose.” You panted out, you were talking about the phone call you had with your friend.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” Kisuke smirked, “Why don’t you spend the rest of your day here? Maybe even spend the night. Let me take care of you.”

“Yeah, you owe me. For coming inside of me.”

[kenpachissluut]

𐚁 Bleach men finding your secret toy box (smau) 𐚁

warning: smut, explicit content & language, 18+mdni

featuring: kenpachi zaraki, shunsui kyoraku, aizen sosuke, shinji hirako, grimmjow jaegerjaquez, kisuke urahara

Kenpachissluut 🩷

comments & reblogs appreciated 🫶🏻

[wxxpingangxls]

big men with hefty muscles who purposely don't hold you still when you're having sex together - particularly when he's eating you out - purely because he wants you to think you have a chance at escaping his overstimulating grasp. no no no, he wants you to run away. he wants you to run away so he can yank you back to your place by your ankle, before giving you a knowing look. he loves seeing the sudden shock and fear over come your face before it contorts into pleasure once again. and instead of fear coming on your face, you come on his. he truly loves his life and more importantly he loves you.

Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Kishibe, Kenpachi, Shuhei, Shunsui, Reiner, Choso, Sae, anyone else 🤗

[angelkiyo]

MAKE A FRAT BOY GRIMMJOW NSFW HCS ILL GIVE YOU MY FIRST BORN

a/n: LMAOOO yesss! loved writing for grimmjow ty for this ask ml ☺️💕 lowkey this isn’t even “frat boy!” but more so in general butttt shhhhh — original post<3

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⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who is as bold in bed as he is in person. giving you his cologne sprayed jackets and his shirts is one thing. but hickies? that man LOVES to mark you while having sex, strategically putting hickies all around your neck so people know he fucks you good. it’s the cherry on top when you’re at a party and a guy attempts to hit you up, only to be met with your neck scattered with hickies and grimmjow holding you, arms around your waist as he practically stares daggers at the poor guy.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who is an insane fucking tease in bed and definitely not vanilla. while he loves to give you pleasure and goes off on making sure you feel good, he loves going that extra mile. he’s the type to be really into edging until you practically cry and beg. in the rare moments where you likes to tease him yourself by “flirting” with other people, he gives you payback by thrusting into you at such a slow pace, that it has you in tears due to overstimulation, making him grip your hips in place to stop attempting to grind on him yourself for self-induced pleasure.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who is in love with having you suck him off. he loves how your cute doe eyes look up at him while you suck and gag on his cock. he likes to guide you, slightly tugging at your hair while doing so and praises you, “taking it so goddamn good”. he mutters filthy nothings while you’re a mess, barely keeping it together with your mascara streaked, lip gloss smeared onto his cock and everywhere but your lips.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who loves to feel you up. he likes ass and tits, and don’t get him started on your beautiful legs and hips. he loves to play with your tits while in missionary, cowgirl, or lotus position. while at the same time, he likes to see your ass bounce against his abdomen every time he fucks you dumb and enjoys slapping your ass every time you’re on all fours. he’s really into worshipping your body and kissing every part of you. to him, you’re a beautiful sculpture of a woman that deserves to be fuckin’ praised. he likes to brag about you and how “fuckin’ gorgeous” his girl is.

speaking of which… ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who loves cowgirl and you dominating. don’t even get him started on that position. he’s no virgin or prude and he is a massive, prideful, obnoxious prick to everyone, don’t get him wrong, but there’s something about you dominating him while riding him that just makes him feel so restless. his ego swells up every time you ride him to whatever pace you’re feeling that. he’s comfortable with you to let you get the reins and loves muttering every praise in the book when you do so.

[qualitynightmarelove]

♡ Warnings : age gap (college student x professor), explicit content (18+), heavy tension, possessive behavior, semi-public setting, morally grey dynamics, obsessive thoughts, slight degradation, power imbalance, praise kink, fem reader, dom professor.

Words : 1,851k

♡ A/N : this is my first fanfic on this platform so please bear with me and sorry for any typos.

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I shouldn't be thinking about him like this. Not here, not now not during a physics lecture. But the way he looks when he leans over the desk his thick black framed glasses perched at the tip of his nose, that quiet confidence in his velvety voice when he explains an equation, the way his sleeves are always rolled up just enough to show the veins in his forearms—it drives me insane.

And somehow, in the blur between boredom and longing, my mind slips into places it shouldn’t.

In my daydream, he’s no longer standing by the whiteboard. He’s on his knees. Devoted. Starving.

He starts slow—teasing, like he knows he has all the time in the world. His hands grip my thighs like I'm something sacred, and his mouth... his mouth is sin incarnate. Each stroke of his tongue sends heat spiraling through me, and I can practically feel his breath against my skin, feel his groan reverberating where it matters most.

My fingers tangle in his thick chestnut hair, tugging just enough to make him groan again—and he doesn't stop. Not even when my thighs tremble around him. Not when I gasp his name like it’s the only one I remember.

By the time I reach the edge and fall over it, I imagine him ruined.

My hand is buried in his hair, still clinging to the remnants of pleasure. His lips are slick, glistening with my essence, the taste of me dripping slowly down his chin. His breathing is heavy, uneven, and his eyes—God, those eyes—glazed over, pupils blown wide, like he's high on the taste of me.

And the worst part?

I blink back to reality, still sitting in that hard plastic chair as he scribbles equations on the board. Completely unaware. Innocent. And I’m left burning, hand clenched around my pen, trying to look normal while my imagination begs me to go back.

 

I’m still recovering from the daydream when it happens.

He turns. Looks right at me.

Not a passing glance. Not a quick scan of the room. His eyes lock with mine like he felt it—the shift in the air, the way my thoughts wrapped around him just moments ago. My breath catches. His expression doesn’t change, not fully, but there’s something different in his gaze now. Something knowing.

Did I stare too long? Did he see it on my face? The heat? The guilt?

The hunger?

“Everything alright?” he asks, voice low and smooth, just for me.

I nod too quickly. “Yeah. Just... thinking.”

His brow lifts, just slightly. “About?”

God. If only he knew.

Or maybe he does.

His steps are quiet as he moves down the aisle between desks, but somehow, each one echoes in my chest. He stops just beside mine, leaning in to glance at my page, but he’s too close. That cologne—something clean and warm—hits me first. Then the sound of his voice, a soft murmur right beside my ear.

“You’ve been zoning out a lot today.”

His words are innocent. But the way he says them? Loaded.

I swallow. “Didn’t sleep much.”

He hums, low and thoughtful, still far too close. “You look flushed,” he says, almost like an afterthought.

I don't dare meet his eyes.

Instead, I focus on the paper in front of me, pretending like my pulse isn’t going wild, like I’m not reliving every second of that daydream—my essence dripping from his lips, the way he looked up at me, addicted.

He pulls away slowly, giving me one last glance before walking back to the front. And this time, when he speaks, he doesn’t look at the class.

He looks at me.

“Let’s try something a little more... stimulating.”

And I know I’m done for.

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The bell rings, but I don’t move. I can’t.

My fingers twitch with the memory of his voice—low, teasing, almost like a challenge. I need to get out of here before I melt into the seat, but I can't tear my eyes away from him. Not when he’s standing there, flipping through the papers on his desk with that casual grace.

I’m the last one left.

He notices me immediately, his lips curving just slightly as he glances over his shoulder.

“Need help with something?” His tone is smooth, but there's an undercurrent I can't quite place. Like he knows.

I swallow hard, trying to steady myself. “Uh... yeah. A little confused on the last question.”

He stands, straightening his tie, and moves toward me. I feel the air shift with every step, his presence getting closer, overwhelming.

He stops just beside me, too close. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, the intensity of his gaze burning through me even though I’m looking at my notebook, pretending to focus on the problem I don’t even care about anymore.

His hand slides onto the desk next to mine, fingertips brushing against the paper. It’s casual. It’s innocent.

But it's not.

“Let’s take a look.” He leans over, the scent of him drowning out everything else. His breath brushes the side of my neck as he points to the problem, and for a moment, I can’t even hear the words he’s saying. I’m too lost in the feel of him, in the thudding of my heart, in the way he’s so close I could reach out and touch him, feel his skin, his warmth.

And then, like he’s testing me, his hand moves slightly closer. Just enough to make my breath catch.

“I think you missed a step,” he says softly, but his voice drops, something darker lurking beneath the surface. “It’s okay. I’ll show you.”

His fingers brush over mine, just a touch, but it sends a jolt straight through me. I can’t stop the shiver that runs down my spine.

He notices.

His eyes flicker to mine, the teasing smile playing on his lips, but this time, there’s no hiding what’s there. The desire. The tension.

“Maybe we should take a break,” he murmurs,his hand running through his slicked-back hair leaving it disheveled, leaning in even closer, his lips just inches from my ear. “I think you’ve worked hard enough today.”

I don’t trust myself to speak. My lips part, but no sound comes out. My body is on fire, and every instinct screams to pull him closer, to give in to the heat, to the chemistry sizzling between us.

But I can’t.

Not yet.

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I don’t even remember how I got here. One second I was asking about math... the next, I was gasping, spine arched, seated right on the edge of his desk—legs parted, skirt pushed up, breath hitched.

And he?

He was on his knees, right where I imagined him. Right where I needed him, his eyes no longer obscured by his glasses they were narrowed focused, but pooled with lust.

His hands gripped my thighs like they were made to fit in his palms, thumbs digging into soft skin as he pulled me closer to the edge. My legs instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, then locked behind his neck, my thighs clenching around him when his tongue finally met me—slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every taste, every reaction.

I was soaked. And he loved it.

The sound—his soft groan, half-muffled against me—sent heat flooding through me. His lips were wet, slick with my desire, and every movement of his tongue made me tremble harder. My head tilted back, one hand gripping the edge of the desk, the other tangled deep in his thick chestnut hair.

I tugged.

Hard.

And he moaned in response, like he wanted the roughness. Like he wanted me to ruin him.

“God—” I breathed out, barely a whisper, eyes fluttering shut as he lapped at me, devouring like a man starved. “You’re... you’re so good at this...”

His pace didn’t falter. If anything, it deepened. Grew more intense. More possessive.

My thighs trembled again, instinctively clenching tighter around his head as another wave hit me, my fingers fisting his hair as if I could pull him even closer. My hips rolled against his mouth—helpless, needy—chasing every flick of his tongue, every sinful glide.

When I came, it was like falling.

My whole body tensed, mouth falling open in a silent cry, and I felt it. All of it. The heat. The release. The satisfaction. And the mess—my essence dripping down onto his lips, his chin, his tongue.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept going, riding out every aftershock, licking me clean like I was something divine.

And when I finally opened my eyes, breathless and dazed, I saw him looking up at me—mouth wet, eyes narrowed as he looks at me with a dark desire almost possessive, lips parted like he wanted more.

Like he wasn’t done

[aarcanechaoss]

Colours and Lace

Masterlist

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

Send in a request ♥️

Shinji Hirako - Mint Kisses

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

Shunsui Kyoraku - Midnight Marks

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

Yumichika Ayasegawa - Lavender Dreams

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

Ikkaku Madarame - Scarlet Touch

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

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

[euaphora]

Do you have twt links of the girl ridding the guy and the guy being a moaning mess ???

most are just guided masturbation, hope you enjoy regardless!

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[gaar8a]

NEW POST FROM @munybagd

i am going to fuck him … i have a thing for men that moan especially the ones with deep voices .. mm makes my toes sweat 😛 ( NSFW )

whimpers came out as he tried his best to talk “ mmm fuck baby p-please,” his nail dug into your hips as he helped you bounce on his cock faster. he didn’t want you to stop — oh no, he doesn’t know what he would do with himself if you stopped .. maybe he would cry or beg on his knees. honestly, he would do anything for you to keep going. “ oh yeah … don’t stop — i w-want you to make a mess of m-me ” oh he looked so pretty under you … tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked at you -sucking on your fingers .. he so nasty but you like it. LINK 1

he fucks you sooo good that he’s moaning too. “ o-oh my good girl .. my good fucking girl ” his plan is to slut you out doesn’t matter if it’s in the bed, living room, kitchen, or even the car. he wants you a moaning mess which slowly turns him into a moaning mess as well. “ yeahhh th-there you go .. mm you’re daddy’s good girl, taking my c-cock so fucking well ” It’s like a race ‘ who can tap out first ’ by the way he’s moans you would think it’s him with his heavy breathing but little do you know that this is just the beginning.. LINK 2

sensitive, dom, and a moaning mess … he is a three-in-one! gosh, you love it — the way he sharply breathes in when he strokes his cock into you, the way he moans in between words, and the way he talks dirty to you excites you. “ mm s-say it .. u-use your words, baby ” makes you wanna cum right then and there. he loves hearing you talk, even if it’s just babbling, it makes him smile, but not like you would know cause his face is pressed against your neck due to him leaving deep bite marks. LINK 3

( BOUNS )

no shame in his game . he enjoys making audios for you, especially in random places it’s his favorite thing to do and he ALWAYS sends them to you when you’re out and about. “ guess where i-i’m at baby — mm i’m in our parking g-garage ” things like this turns him on and he knows that you get to turn on hearing him slur and stutter on his words. “ i-i-i have our f-favorite toy .. fuck i wish y-you were here to use it on m-me” gosh why does he do this to you and when you come home he acts like nothing is wrong :/ LINK 4

[satsugacafe]

𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Ishida Ryuken, Hirako Shinji, Kyoraku Shunsui, Ukitake Jushiro

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: hi hi!! i absolutely adore your blog, your bleach writing is fantastic 🫶🏼 could i request something smutty with ryuken, shunsui, jushiro and shinji? maybe being reunited with them after being away on missions for a while and it ends up in some soft reunion sex? i’d gladly accept anything else too, i just need them bad and there’s a lack of ryuken works :( again, absolutely love your content, thank you for keeping the fandom fed xx

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I enthusiastically enjoyed this request and squealed and laughed so much while writing this. I did Kyoraku some injustice lol, but I gave him a second chance though 🙈. Thank you for this request and letting me write for Ryuken!

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fem!reader, 18+ content, fingering, oral (f receiving), soft sex, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, dirty talking, praising, body-worship (small), wrap it before you tap it

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Having some soft sex upon your return after being away for a lengthy time.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

˚₊‧꒰ა Ishida Ryuken ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The soft rustle of sheets and the distant hum of the night outside barely registered as you lay beneath Ryuken, legs spread wide around his waist, body pliant and needy beneath his weight. His bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a bedside lamp, and the air was thick with yearning, and the need that had lingered for months too long. He hovered above you, half-dressed, shirt unbuttoned and falling from his shoulders, the pale skin of his chest dusted with silver hair that led down toward the open band of his slacks.

Your thighs cradled his hips as he bent forward, one hand braced beside your head, the other trailing reverently from your waist to the soft curve of your hip. His gaze held yours, sharper than usual, blue eyes drinking you in like something he’d starved for.

“You finally came back,” he murmured lowly and frayed at the edges, his breath warm against your cheek.

You nodded, your fingers curling around the collar of his shirt, tugging gently as your other hand skimmed down the bare plane of his back. “I missed you so much, Ryu… I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted to come home. To you.”

His jaw tightened, and he swallowed once, eyes dragging down to where your breasts rose and fell against the sheets, bare, already flushed and needy, nipples pebbled in the cool air. He leaned in and kissed you, slow at first, his lips soft and warm against yours, tasting the truth in your words. But the kiss didn’t stay gentle. It deepened fast, his hunger slipping through in the way his mouth claimed yours, the way his tongue pressed between your lips to explore, stroke, devour.

When you pulled away to breathe and saw his hand reaching for the drawer in the nightstand, your voice came softer, needier, your thighs flexing around him. “Don’t use a condom tonight. I want to feel you. All of you. It’s been too long…”

His eyes narrowed just slightly, but the flush along his neck deepened. His hand slid down between your bodies, fingers brushing over your mound, parting your slick folds. You were already soaked for him, your pussy glistening in the warm light, folds plump and swollen from nothing more than his presence.

“Are you sure?” he asked, but his fingers dipped lower, parting your wetness and brushing over your entrance. “You know what that means if I lose control.”

You tilted your hips up, pressing your slickness into the flat of his palm. “Then lose it.”

There was a low and primal groan emitted from him, followed by his slacks being shoved down and kicked aside. You lifted your head to look, as you always did, eyes drawn to the long, thick length of his cock rising proudly from a nest of silver curls. It was already hard, thick veins lining the shaft, the flushed tip glistening with precum. Bigger than you remembered. Or maybe your memory had blurred after too many nights spent aching alone.

He cupped himself at the base and stroked slowly, watching the way your eyes widened, your breath catching as you spread your legs wider to welcome him. “Wet already,” he murmured, dragging the blunt head through your folds. “Soaked just for me.”

You whimpered when he tapped his cock against your clit, the swollen bud pulsing with need. Each slow stroke of his tip across your entrance made your hips jerk, your body already trying to suck him in. But Ryuken took his time, drawing circles with his cock around your pussy, coating himself in your slick, watching your every shudder.

“I’ve waited too many months to feel this again,” he said, guiding himself to your entrance and holding there. “I won’t rush.”

And he didn’t. He pressed in slow, the fat head of his cock breaching your soaked entrance with deliberate care. The stretch made your mouth fall open, your hands gripping his shoulders as inch after inch filled you. You could feel your body clenching already, slick walls hugging every vein, every contour of him.

“God…Ryu…”

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, jaw clenched as he slid deeper. “You’re still so damn tight…like your body never forgot me.”

He bottomed out with a groan, his hips pressing flush against yours, his cock buried fully inside you, the thick length pressing perfectly against your walls. You were trembling, legs wrapping tighter around his waist, pussy clenching helplessly around him as you tried to adjust to the fullness.

“You’re so deep…” you gasped, eyes fluttering.

His hand slid under your lower back, lifting you slightly, adjusting the angle until your moan turned into a cry, his cock now grinding against your sweetest spot. “That’s it,” he whispered. “I’ve got you. Just relax for me.”

He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed still, buried inside, holding your body close and letting you feel the full length of him, the throbbing heat of his cock pulsing against your walls. Then he drew his hips back slowly, almost teasingly, before thrusting in again, deep and unhurried.

Your nails dug into his back. “Harder, please…”

Jut hearing your pleas in-person after all these months prompted his control to slip. His rhythm shifted from slow to firm, strong thrusts that rocked you up the bed an inch at a time. Your pussy stretched and gripped around him with every movement, wet and warm, noisy in the quiet room. Every thrust made your breasts bounce against his chest, and he bent to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard as his cock drove deep.

You cried out, fingers tangling in his hair, your body overwhelmed by the dual stimulation—his cock hitting so deep, and his mouth tugging at your breast like he’d starved for it. “Don’t stop—please, don’t stop—”

He drove harder, hips slapping against your thighs, your pussy making lewd squelches with every thrust. He lifted one of your legs higher, pressing your knee to your chest to open you more, to go deeper. You sobbed his name, your back arching as your orgasm crashed down, pussy squeezing and fluttering around him.

You squirted. It surprised you, the rush of wetness spilling between your thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you, the intensity making your whole body shake. He froze for half a second, staring in awe, before groaning deep in his throat and fucking you harder, chasing his own edge.

“You’re making such a mess,” he rasped. “A beautiful mess—God, I can feel you squeezing the hell out of me—”

Your hands were gripping his shoulders, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes from how good it felt. Your pussy fluttered and clenched, sucking him in, trying to milk him. “I should’ve gone with you,” he admitted against your skin. “But I couldn’t leave the hospital. Couldn’t leave this goddamn city.”

You clung to him, moaning softly as he rolled his hips with deliberate precision, hitting that spot inside you like he’d measured it. Which, honestly, he probably had. “I know,” you whispered. “But I wouldn’t have wanted you to.”

He cupped your face, fucking you deeper, with more emotion than he ever allowed himself in public. “But I thought about you. Every night. Thought about how warm you always felt, the way your fingers curled in my hair when I was inside you—”

You arched beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing tighter.

“I thought about the sounds you make when you’re close,” he continued, voice cracking just slightly. “The way your walls flutter right before you—yes. Like that. Just like that.”

You gave a sharp clench of your walls around him and his hips stuttered, not feeling like he could hold out for much longer. No amount of spending night touching himself could compare to your warm heat. “Stay,” he murmured, arms tightening around your waist as he pushed harder. “Just for tonight.”

You brushed your fingers through his silver hair and whispered, “For longer, if you want.”

He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t need to. The way he kissed your palm told you that he was pleased with your choice.

˚₊‧꒰ა Hirako Shinji ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The carpet scratched lightly against your bare shoulder blades, soft but textured beneath your back as you lay spread beneath Shinji. Your breath caught as he grinned down at you, his messy blond hair hanging low enough to brush against your cheek. His shirt was open, flaring around him like he hadn’t even tried to take it off properly, too impatient. You still had your blouse halfway down one arm, your jeans unbuttoned and stuck at your knees from when he’d tugged them off in the middle of kissing you against the door. The whole house was quiet save for the low hum of the air conditioning and the wet, obscene sounds coming from between your thighs.

“Two years, and this pussy still tastes better than I remembered,” Shinji drawled, his voice husky with arousal, lips slick with your wetness as he rose from between your legs. His hand hadn’t left your thigh, his thumb still rubbing small, teasing circles dangerously close to your clit. Suddenly leaning forward, he caught your lips with his, kissing you deep—tongue curling with yours, tasting the echo of your own arousal on him. You moaned into his mouth, your legs twitching as your hips bucked, desperate for more friction. He pulled back with a laugh, teeth catching your lower lip gently.

“Don’t go rushing me now. I just got back to my favourite meal.” He licked a stray drop of your slick from the corner of his mouth and gave your pussy a firm slap that made you jolt, the wet smack echoing in the space between you. “You were gonna make me wait till dinner. I say screw that.”

Your head dropped back onto the carpet, fingers gripping his shoulders as he slid down again, lips brushing across your belly, your navel, and then further until his mouth was back on you, all heat and wickedness. He didn’t tease this time—he licked up the entire length of your slit, slow and deliberate, groaning as your arousal coated his tongue.

His fingers parted you, spreading your slick folds to expose the plump swell of your clit. He pressed his tongue flat against it, then circled, and circled again, until your thighs clenched on either side of his head. You were wet—soaking—and he drank from you like he was parched, every lap sending tremors through your stomach. His fingers slipped lower, sliding two knuckles deep into your heat, the stretch making you whimper as he curled them expertly against your front wall.

“Still this tight,” he murmured into you, letting his breath fan over your sensitive skin. “I could feel your pussy sucking on my fingers the second I slid in.”

You were writhing under him, panting. His voice, his mouth, his fingers—it was too much, and not enough. You hadn’t been touched in months, hadn’t had this—hadn’t had him. Shinji had always been a tease, but now he was relentless, determined to make every second count. His pace increased, his fingers moving faster, fucking you while his mouth sucked your clit with lewd precision.

You weren’t expecting to cum so quickly, but your hips jerked as you cried out, your hands flying to his hair. Your thighs tried to clamp shut, but he didn’t let up, moaning into you like a man possessed. Your slick gushed against his chin, and he groaned in satisfaction.

“Fuck, I missed you doing that,” he growled, his tongue still flicking over your throbbing clit. “You squirt like a goddamn fountain when I get you just right.”

You whimpered, sensitive, thighs trembling. He finally relented, dragging his fingers out of your pussy and sucking them clean with a lecherous smirk. He reached for your blouse, pulling it off completely before dragging your bra down just enough to expose your breasts, not even bothering to unclip it. His mouth latched onto a nipple instantly, sucking it hard while grinding his clothed cock between your legs. You could feel the thick press of him—hard, hot, pulsing against your slick entrance, the friction deliciously maddening.

He pulled back and looked down at you, hair sticking to his forehead slightly, golden eyes heavy with desire.

“You think you can handle this?” he teased, rubbing the head of his cock against your swollen folds. You could feel how wet you were, his shaft already slippery just from dragging through your pussy lips.

Nodding, already arching up for him, he pinned your hips back down with one hand, the other guiding himself to your entrance. His tip pushed in slowly, and your walls clung to him, the stretch making your eyes roll back. “Damn, you’re still so tight,” he groaned, the vein in his neck straining as he pushed in further, inch by inch. “Like this pussy forgot how to take cock. I’m gonna have to remind it.”

You gasped as he bottomed out, the full length of him seated inside you. He stayed there a moment, pressing in deep and letting you feel every thick inch, his hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise. It didn’t take long before you felt the, slow, deep, grinding thrusts that made you feel each ridge, each throb. The drag of his cock against your inner walls was delicious torture, your pussy fluttering around him with every slow pull out and every firm thrust in. You practically clung to him, nails digging into his back as your hips lifted to meet him.

“God, you’re so good,” he whispered into your neck, his breath hot. “I fuckin’ missed you like crazy. Missed this pussy. Missed how wet you get for me.”

The whimpering of his name and clenching caused him to groan, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the sound of your wetness obscene between your bodies. That was the final call, the pace shifted—no more slow grinding. He fucked you hard, fast, pressing your knees to your chest to get deeper. Your pussy squelched around him with every thrust, slick dripping down your ass and soaking into the carpet beneath you.

“You were gone too damn long,” he growled. “Two years without this. You’re lucky I’m not filling you full every day for the next week.”

Your body seized under him, a long, drawn-out cry ripping from your throat as your pussy convulsed around his cock, and he didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, moaning loudly as your juices gushed around him, your thighs trembling violently. When you squirted again, it soaked his pelvis, and he laughed breathlessly. “There it is. Damn, you’re messy.” He grinned down at you. “Just the way I like you. I missed this so damn much,” he murmured against your neck, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses there. “You feel fuckin’ amazing, baby.”

Wrapping your arms around him, your heart still racing, your pussy still pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure. His cock continued to work itself deeper, chasing his release, becoming erratic and rougher. Grabbing your wrists, he pinned them above your head as he loomed over you, burying his cock to the hilt again and again. Your walls clenched tight around him, fluttering and spasming with overstimulation, but he didn’t let up. His eyes were locked on your face, watching every twitch, every gasp, every moan.

“You’re not leaving again,” he pleaded softly. “I missed you too damn much.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Kyoraku Shunsui ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Immediately, you were pulled right off your feet, beard brushing your neck as he nuzzled into you, the wide sleeves of his pink haori wrapping you up completely. His hair was loose and slightly damp, and he smelled like fresh soap and saké, already halfway into unwinding. He looked like a man who’d spent months trying not to fall apart. And judging by the way he held you, his self-restraint had just expired.

You barely got another word out before your back hit the tatami and he was already on top of you, lips claiming yours with a softness that trembled. He didn't rush the kiss—but his hips gave him away, grinding subtly, needily, like he couldn't help himself. He whispered between kisses, “Missed you. Missed you so much,” and you could feel just how badly in the way he groaned when your thighs parted around his waist.

His mouth travelled to your neck, wet and warm, dragging kisses down your skin like he was starved for it, and you could feel the way he trembled, the control in his body fraying with every breath you took. His kimono was haphazardly pushed apart, his cock already thick and flushed, was leaking from its tip and begging to be put out of misery. “Two years,” he murmured hoarsely against your skin, his beard tickling as he nuzzled into your jaw. “Too damn long.”

You barely had the breath to answer before his hips shifted, the wide head of his cock slipping lower, parting your folds, nudging your entrance. A sharp gasp caught in your throat as he pushed forward, not waiting any longer, your body instinctively arching to take him. That first push stretched you wide, familiar and still breathtaking—thick, heavy, that slow, overwhelming press that only Shunsui could give you. Your hands clenched at the fabric pooled under you, nails biting into the blanket. He groaned low in his chest, forehead dropping to yours, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck—gods, you still feel so perfect,” he breathed, already buried halfway, your cunt clenching around him greedily. “Been thinking about this every night.”

The stretch had you whimpering softly, legs wrapped around his hips as he sank deeper, inch by thick inch. He tried to keep it slow, tried to savour the moment, but his hands trembled as they gripped your hips, and his rhythm faltered, cock twitching inside you with pulsing heat. His voice rasped with restraint, jaw clenched.

“Didn’t think...fuck, I didn’t think I’d lose it this fast.”

But you knew. You could feel the strain in his body, the twitch of his cock deep inside, the tremble in his muscles as he held himself back by sheer will. Your pussy fluttered around him in encouragement, soaked and eager, clenching greedily on his length. You cupped his face, guiding his gaze to yours, lips brushing his as you whispered, “Then don’t hold back.”

That was all it took. He groaned—deep, broken, almost desperate—and his hips slammed flush against yours, his cock buried to the hilt inside your wet heat. You felt the throb, the jerk of his release the moment he seated himself fully, his body shuddering as thick, hot cum spilled inside you in heavy pulses. His mouth crashed to yours, muffling his ragged moan, his tongue searching blindly as he came hard, deep, and fast. Your pussy milked him instinctively, spasming around his girth, coaxing every drop from him. The sensation of his warmth flooding your core after so long apart made you clench again, a needy whimper escaping you.

“Shit...fuck, sweetheart,” he grunted, his hips jerking once, twice more as aftershocks rippled through him. “Too much…too fast.”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting harshly, body tense above you. But you didn’t mind. The feel of his cock still twitching deep inside, still nestled in your creamy warmth, filled something in you that had ached for the past two years. You stroked his back slowly, fingers tracing the lines of muscle under his haori as his weight slumped into you, his arms cradling your head.

You felt the way his cum leaked out around his cock, warm and thick, coating your inner thighs. You could feel just how much he’d missed you in the sheer volume, the mess he’d made of your pussy already. But Shunsui didn’t move—he stayed still, cock still inside, forehead against your cheek, murmuring apologies and kisses against your skin.

“I couldn’t wait. I thought I’d go slow, I meant to worship you, but gods…I missed you so damn much.” He kissed your temple, your cheek, your jaw. “I’ll make it up to you. You’re not leaving this bed for hours.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes heavy with lust, with a spark that said he hadn’t even begun to claim you properly. You could feel him starting to harden again inside you, thickening despite the way his cum still leaked from your stretched pussy. He rocked his hips gently, watching the way your breath caught, your legs tightened around his waist, the wet squelch of your combined release filling the room.

“You’re so fucking full,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over your clit. “My cum’s already dripping out of you, but I’m not done yet. You’re going to take it all.”

His hands slid under your back, lifting you to him, your breasts crushed to his chest as he thrust with purpose, hips rolling to grind against your clit on every stroke. His mouth latched onto your neck, biting softly before licking the sting away, working his way down to your collarbone. Your moans rose in pitch as he set a rhythm that sent sparks through your core, the oversensitivity from earlier only heightening each roll of his hips.

You bit your lip as he began to move again, a slow, deliberate drag of his cock from your tight hole, coated in a thick sheen of white, then thrust back in, slow but deeper this time, measured. The feel of him was relentless—thick and still slick with his first release, but regaining that solid, aching fullness that made your toes curl.

“You feel even tighter now,” he muttered against your skin, voice thick with awe and hunger. “So wet. You always take me so good.”

He sat back slightly, dragging you with him so you were perched in his lap, your legs splayed wide around him, his cock thrusting up into you as gravity helped him bury even deeper. You cried out at the change in angle, the way he filled you more completely, his cock stretching you in every direction. His hands gripped your hips again, controlling your movements, dragging you up and slamming you back down, your pussy sucking him in noisily with every wet thrust.

“You missed this cock, didn’t you?” he rasped, gaze fixed on the place where your bodies joined, watching your tight, pink folds stretched wide around his thick shaft, your cream and his seed smeared around the base. “Fuck, look how messy you are. You’re dripping all over me.”

You couldn’t speak—only moan, back arching as he slammed up into you again, that thick tip grinding against your sweet spot mercilessly. The tension built fast in your belly, your clit throbbing, your legs trembling. He knew—he felt the way your pussy clenched hard around him, how your walls fluttered, how your breath hitched.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, sweat glistening on his brow as he rutted up into you harder now, the sound of skin slapping against skin growing louder. “Cum for me. I want to feel you gush all over this cock.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ukitake Jushiro ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The heat of the bath wrapped around you both like silk, steam curling up and making the wooden walls sweat. Letting the hot water soak into your aching limbs while he reclined behind you, his long legs spreading just enough so you could lean between them, your back against his bare chest. His kisses had been soft at first, reverent—pressed to your shoulders, your temple, the edge of your jaw as if trying to convince himself you were real again. His hair floated around you both in the water, silver strands catching the light, his breath brushing your ear as he exhaled softly behind you.

“You’ve lost weight,” he murmured, tone gentle, fingers trailing across your ribs where the outline of your form had become a little sharper. “They didn’t feed you properly over there?”

“They tried,” you murmured, closing your eyes, leaning your head back against his shoulder, “but nothing ever tasted right without you.”

He made a soft, affectionate sound in his throat and kissed the side of your face again, slow and lingering. Then his hands grew bolder. They moved over your body like he was reacquainting himself with you—with aching purpose. He stroked along the curve of your sides, up the softness beneath your breasts, letting the pads of his fingers lightly trace the edges of sensitivity there. You shivered under the touch, sighing as he cupped them fully in his palms, the weight of them familiar to him even after so long.

“You’re so soft…” he breathed, voice thickened slightly. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”

His thumbs brushed your nipples, already stiff from the water and arousal, and you exhaled a quiet, broken moan as your hips shifted instinctively. You felt his cock—already thick, warm, and solid—resting against the swell of your ass, before his hands slipped under your thighs to raise them a little higher, and with a slow, careful movement, you felt him slid into you. You gasped softly at the stretch, at the thick girth pushing inside. He didn’t move—he simply filled you, inch by inch, easing himself into your pussy like he was coming home. The water helped, made everything warm and pliant, but the ache of fullness after so long apart was still sharp and sweet.

“Gods, you’re tight,” he whispered, forehead pressing to the back of your neck. “You always feel so perfect…”

He bottomed out with a soft groan, the tip of his cock nestled against your cervix, thick and hard and impossibly deep inside. The weight of him inside you was delicious, dragging a shiver from your spine. He didn’t move for a moment, only wrapped his arms around you more tightly, his palm covering your lower belly where the bulge of his cock made itself known beneath the skin.

He knew exactly how much it affected you. Especially now, when every part of you was on edge from the absence, from the ache, from the hunger that had built up over your long separation. His hand slid down again, beneath the surface of the water, and you gasped as his fingers found your clit. His strokes were exploratory, as though he was mapping how your body had changed, how your reactions had sharpened in sensitivity. Each circle of his fingertips sent tingles up your spine, each brush across the swollen nub making your hips twitch and clench helplessly around his cock.

He moved his hips slightly then—just a little—just enough for you to feel the drag of him against your walls. You moaned softly, breath catching as your legs involuntarily tried to close, but he held you open with one arm and continued his slow, steady massage on your clit with the other. Every movement inside and out was controlled, deliberate. He knew you were sensitive—he wanted you sensitive. Wanted to feel you pulse and writhe on him, wanted to feel you lose yourself in the heat that only he could bring.

Your hands gripped his thighs underwater, your nails digging into his skin as he slowly rocked his hips forward again, barely moving but making you feel every inch of him. His breath was warm against your ear, and he murmured soft praises between kisses to your neck.

“I love how you feel around me…how you tighten up every time I touch your sweet little clit…”

Your hips jerked at the words, your walls fluttering around him as your breath came faster. He kept working that same slow, precise rhythm with his fingers, pressing a little firmer now, rolling your clit between slick fingertips while his cock throbbed deep inside. The pleasure coiled tight and sharp in your gut, building quickly—too quickly.

“J-Jushiro, I’m—” you tried to warn him, but he shushed you with a soft chuckle.

“I know, and I want you to. Come on, sweetheart… Let me feel you cum around me. I’ve missed this. Missed feeling you break.”

The sound of his voice—that voice—low and full of warmth and desire and love, was enough to push you over the edge.

You came with a choked cry, your body convulsing in the water as your pussy clenched tight around his cock, spasming through the climax as his fingers continued to roll and circle your clit through every wave of pleasure. Your thighs trembled in his hold, the wet slap of water shifting around you both as your back arched, your head pressing back against his shoulder. He held you, steady and strong, his cock twitching inside as he groaned from the feel of your orgasm squeezing him, but still he didn’t move faster.

You were panting, vision swimming slightly from how hard that first orgasm had hit, and his hands never left you. He let you come down slowly, fingers tracing lazy circles around your clit now, sensitive and swollen, while his cock remained firmly buried inside your twitching walls.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “So sensitive… You’re perfect.”

You whimpered softly, already trembling from the overstimulation, and he smiled against your neck, placing another kiss there as his hips gave a slow, shallow thrust—just enough to make your pussy flutter again in protest and pleasure.

“We’re just getting started,” he whispered. “You’re finally home. I’m not letting this body go without reminding every inch of it who it belongs to.”

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giving jugram head underneath his table in his office 🤭

Confident ᢉ𐭩 Jugram Haschwalth X Reader

𓂃۶ৎ Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, oral sex (M! receiving), office au, getting caught (?), female reader

𓂃۶ৎ a/n: HELP, jugram has been getting a lot of love lately. I have like 2 other requests of this man I think??

The tapping on the desk became much more aggressive than ever before, his leg bounced up and down uncontrollably, trying to listen to the boring man talking to him in the room.

He thought this whole idea would be fun for the both of you, but from the shaking of his leg, you were the one having the most fun out of it.

“I-I see.. So how will this benefit me exactly?” He stuttered, he coughed to clear his throat. He repositioned himself in his seat to collect himself, to act as natural as possible.

But he couldn’t help it with the way your tongue swirled around his sensitive tip. You made it worse for him once you started to play with his balls, your touch was enough to make him finish right then and there but he wouldn’t allow himself to let it happen.

“Well! It won’t actually benefit the company right away but..”

“So why are you telling me this?” Jugram grabbed a fistful of his own hair, tugging on it slightly. The man in front of him took it as frustration instead of anything else.

“I just thought you’d like to hear it! I just thought it would be a great opportunity for-“

“Leave.”

And with that the man scurried out the door, not wanting to get on the bad side of Jugram.

You pulled your head back, making a pop sound, “You were far too cruel with the boy Jugo.” You said as you nuzzled your face to his hard cock. You felt it twitch against your cheek.

“He was disturbing me too much.” He looked down, under the desk. Just to find you there, your lips were swollen and glossy from the saliva.

You met his eyes finally, his face was flushed and eyebrows furrowed together, his hair was a bit messy from him grabbing it earlier.

“Well you aren’t doing anything Jugo, why didn’t you just let him talk?” Jugram scoffed and grabbed your hair, “Because I want to enjoy this.” Your lips parted, about to say something.

But Jugram stopped that, putting his cock right back into your mouth.

He filled your mouth up with his cock, he was thick and long. His tip would hit the back of your throat time to time as you bobbled your head up and down.

He threw his head back, fluttering his beautiful blond lashes as you took him deeper.

You used your hand to stroke the remaining of his cock, feeling the veins of his cock.

“Fuck.” He never let go of your hair, he so badly wanted to push your head down further to his cock but he knew you’d choke, And he didn’t want that for you.

His groans got louder than ever before as your cheeks hollowed, sucking him off.

You went down even further, gagging a bit but you brushed it off.

Jugram continued to stare down at you, biting his lip, he couldn’t let anyone hear you and him.

You looked up while sucking him off, eyes meeting with his. His lips slowly curved upwards, forming into a smirk.

Your hand stroked the little remaining of his cock up and down, strokes stopping since you were too focused on using your mouth.

He bucked his hips forward, groaning and whimpering out your name, “S-Sweetheart..”

Him whimpering out to you motivated you even more. You sucked harder, wanting to please him even more.

“That’s it.” You began to do a sloppy job, mouth getting tired of him fucking your mouth. But he was close, you could tell with the way his moans got shorter and shorter.

“Keep going.” He growled. But just as he said that, there was a knock.

“Come in.” He somehow managed to make his voice sound natural, you were caught off guard, you didn’t except Jugram to allow the person in.

“Don’t stop.” He whispered quickly to you before quickly looking up as the door opened.

“A moment of your time please sir.”

“What do you want.” Jugram casually said, his voice never cracking even though you were sucking him off.

“Your presence is needed for this meeting, shall I tell them you are attending?”

Jugram’s hand landed on his thigh, giving it a squeeze. He then used that same hand to hold your head down, making you choke on his dick.

You tried so hard to keep quiet but it was almost impossible. The employee had for sure heard the sound of slurping coming from Jugram’s direction. That or the employee was deaf.

Jugram let out a shaky breath, grunting before bucking his hips up, finishing in your mouth.

His salty warm cum filled your mouth, he let his cock rest in your mouth until he knew for sure that not a drop of his cum would be wasted.

You swallowed hard, you made a pop sound once again once you unlatched your mouth from him, Jugram looked down, wiping the corners of your mouth with his thumb.

“I apologize, I’m not feeling very well. I won’t be able to make it to the meeting.” Jugram casually said, the employee hummed and quickly left the room, shutting the door behind him.

You helped Jugram zip his pants up before finally getting up, revealing yourself.

“Shouldn’t you go? That meeting may be important.” You dusted off your shirt.

Jugram chuckled, grabbing your hand and pulling you onto his lap.

“There’s other things I’d like to do.” His lips meeting with yours, he pulled away and placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, we’re both on the clock.”

“What can they do? I’m their boss.”

Jugram rested his chin on your shoulder for a while. He was letting you both recharge for something else.

[kenpachissluut]

mean older men who pounds into your wet sore pussy from behind while they hold you firmly against their rough, calloused chest by the throat. whispering dirty nothings into your ear and humiliating you, while they increase their pace, making you almost pass out in their arms. of course their big, veiny hand travels down to your sore clit abusing it even more while they thrust deeper and rougher.

,,Gonna fill you up my lil cumslut until you dripping and leaking everywhere.‘‘

❦ Kenpachi Zaraki, Shunsui Kyoraku, Aizen Sosuke, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong, Kusakabe Atsuya, Geto Suguru, Sukuna Ryomen, Uvogin hxh ❦

⋆˚ lunaeanima 𝜗𝜚˚⋆🩶

[kurokawaia]

You should write a ichigo x reader (fem) breeding kink ^^

Ichigo Kurosaki 彡 Fem!Reader

MDNI 18+ | NSFW | WARNINGS :: timeskip ichigo, x fem reader, piv, penetrative sex, creampie, major breeding, breeding with the intent to get you pregnant, mating press, missionary, prone bone, over stimulation, pet names 'my love, baby, love, darling', mentions of reader being a house wife, reader wanting to be a house wife + more . (total word count 1.7k+)

m.list | bleach m.list

Ichigo is somewhat a respectful man, well he is in a way of courting a woman, although he does get distracted sometimes, when your cleavage is on display or when you are wearing a really flattering outfit. Then, only then will his cheeks flush that baby pink hue, looking at your figure, multiple scenarios playing throughout his head of what he'd do to you. He will never think about hurting you in any way or form possible as long as the two of you are together.

He is also a family person, it's obvious that, even with his two sisters, that he wants to start a family of his own and you found it clear during sex that he does, considering all the non protected sex going on. In public, you wouldn't say he'd the most obvious with physical affection but there are times where he can't keep his hands off you... in private, when it's just the two of you, he's the most touchy man you've ever met.

Ichigo has always had these thoughts, thoughts of how you'd be an amazing house wife, you're so sweet, so delicate, you'd be a perfect mother. You're amazing in all aspects. He wants you to be the one to be out of work at staying at home for him, he wants to be the provider, all Ichigo wants is for you to be comfortable and not to stress. In fact, he gets off to the thought of you being filled with his seed, your belly swelling with his child. This leads for you to stay at home and be his pretty little housewife catering to his children. 

So, this is where sex leads to again.

Your body folded into a tight mating press under Ichigo's body. And, god, you were sobbing, fat tears falling from your eyes from the pleasure and stimulation. Ichigo's cock was nuzzled perfectly up against your cervix, resting there and he kept all his cum up in your silky walls.

"Ichigo," you mewl out through sobs. "It's too much."

It's been three rounds already, in the same position, and your poor body getting folded into that position. Your back and knees were beginning to ache, but you loved how his dick trusted so perfectly up into 

Ichigo lowers down to your trembling body, peppering soft and gentle kisses all over your face. "You're doing so good for me," he hums against your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent. "You can take a little more from me, my love, please?" he begs. 

"Feels so full though, Ichigo," you sob. "Don't think I can anymore."

He presses his lips to yours, his tongue entangling with your own and you both moan into each other's mouths. You let out a wince when Ichigo helped you lower your legs down from the sides of your head, allowing your legs to wrap tightly around his hips, his thick and still erect length still in your cunt.

Ichigo drags his length out, a breathless sigh emitting from your mouth into his own, relief crossing your features, thinking that the two of you were done. But then, all of a sudden your head was thrown back in overstimulation, and a moan strung from your mouth as his cock slides right back into your cum filled walls.

"Darling, please, for me," Ichigo whispers into your ear, breath tickling your skin. "Need to fill you so bad, fill you more, want to see you pregnant, is that okay?"

A moan slips past your lips as you nod eagerly, you do, truthfully, you want to so bad, to have a family with the love of your life. "'mmmm m'kay, just be gentle, 'Ichi," you huff. "So rough before, my love."

"Thank you," he replies, his voice filled with happiness. "I'll be so so gentle with you," he adds, reassuring you.

Ichigo slips out of your walls and gently flips your body onto it's stomach, and your eyes were wide with surprise, not expecting a sudden change of position once again. You could feel him lift your hips and place a soft and fluffy pillow under your lower abdomen before letting your body rest fully down on it. 

You then felt Ichigo's mass press down against your back and you let out a soft huff at the sudden weight. His abs were flush against your back, hands gripping the backs of your own, pressing them into the bed. Ichigo's breath tickled your ear and you wiggled your head at the warm sensation, your core getting wetter, your body trying to squirm away from the imposing hold that he had on you.

Ichigo's hands moved slowly, changing his grip so that one of his hands held both of you over your head, being cautious not to get your hair entangled within the movement. A content sigh leaves your mouth when Ichigo raises his body ever so slightly, trailing his free hand down the expanse of your smooth back before his fingers meet your slick entrance, filled with his cum from previous rounds. 

"I'll make you feel so good," he mutters against your ear before taking a nibble at the collagen, you let out a gasp at the sudden action. 

Then you felt a heavy, throbbing tip press against your clit and you moaned from the small touch. You tried to squirm away from the pleasurable cause but couldn't as Ichigo knew your body more than you did yourself, he knew you were gonna try to run from his body due to the pleasure. So, he pressed his weight against you once more.

You held your breath when Ichigo sank his throbbing cock into your spongey walls, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Ichigo's length nudged the deepest spot within you.

"Taking me so well, baby," Ichigo moans, relishing in the way your walls clench him, how could he not want to cum inside, you feel so good.

 You sigh in pleasure at the degradative praise, he knew that you loved to be worshipped, you savoured his words, loving how he praised you taking his length, and his children. 

But he didn't move, he wanted to relish in on how you desired to cause friction, desired to move against his touch, but couldn't. Ichigo's cock, prodded so deep in your gummy walls that you whimpered in pleasure, but that didn't stop him from not moving. He was still snug inside.

Hot and heavy kisses trail down from your ear down to the dip of your neck to shoulder and a breathless sigh escaped your parted lips before Ichigo rolled his hips into yours. A moan slips out of your mouth, his thick length scraping all the sensitive parts of your warm insides.

Ichigo's knees spread your legs apart so that any advances from you ensured that they would be shut down, so that you remained situated below him, your pretty body that paled in comparison to his frame. As he expected, you couldn't move from his trapping embrace.

His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of you needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Ichigo was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Ichigo was filling me up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in my cunt that caused me to scream out in fulfilment. "I know, baby," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure. 

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Ichigo's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot. You sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "B-but... Too much, Ichigo. Slow down, too much."

"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, "It's alright, baby, you can hold out," he coos.

Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't, his weight was too heavy for you to move against him, and you were utterly hopeless as his thrusts became faster.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. "So big, you feel so big, Ichigo."

Your body trembled beneath him and the hold he had on your hands loosened. Your hips were getting held, then, the strength he possessed lifted you onto your knees before a bicep wrapped around your throat, lifting your head. It wasn't a tight grip but the power lifted your head from the futon while you shakily rested your weight on your elbows.

Your back arched heavily, finally being able to sink more into him. Ichigo hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans. "Good girl, taking me so deep," Ichigo groaned, pulling away from your mouth and pushing this arch into your back deeper.

He watched your ass ripping again his lower abdomen, watching your cunt with black iris'. Observing how your walks sucked him in, leaving a creamy white rind of arousal around the base of his cock. 

"Making you feel so good, aren't I?" Ichigo groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.

 "Gonna fill you up," Ichigo groans. "You're taking me so deep, deserve to have my cum."

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate. "Such a good girl," He leaned down and mumbled in my ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length. 

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head. 

"C'mon darling," he growled and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was. His thrusts didn't slow causing me to whimper in overstimulation, but Ichigo helped it, his hips continuing to rut into mine, helping me ride out my orgasm as he chased his own.

With a groan, his lips planted against mine once again as his hips slammed into mine, hard, his cum spilling inside me causing me to moan into his kiss. And you felt more of his cum spill into your fertile womb, painting your insides white, you could almost feel your stomach bulging from how much you had of your man inside you. 

Ichigo slipped his softening length out, and pulled away from the kiss as you slumped to the futon, his eyes chained to the white splotches of silky come that spilled from your gaping cunt, watching with a slight frown as the cum spilled from your cunt. he pushes his fingers in and you immediately lean forward but that doesn't make his fingers leave, he only pushes them deeper in response.

"Ichigo!" you moan out.

"'M sorry, love," he apologising placing kisses to your shoulder. "Let me just keep my fingers here for a while, have to make sure I've done my job right."

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

[sluttsumu]

☆ — breeding you

“ohmyfuckingod” you whine.

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

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

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

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

“always such a good girl for me.”

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

sluttsumu 2023

[or0ch1maru]

Think you’re funny huh?

Content: 18+, rough sex, jealous & possessive ideations mentioned, breeding kink, porn, literal porn

•

He pounds into you at a relentless pace, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust, pulling broken mewls and whines from your pretty lips. How you ended up in this position, face mushed into the carpet, with your boyfriends large hands holding your hips firmly as he abuses your poor little cunny, is because when he picked you up from work, a mere thirty minutes ago was because he witnessed you speaking with a male coworker. You know of your lovers jealousy, and yes, there’s been times where you go out of your way to taunt him a little. Your goal being to be bent over any surface as he splits you in two.

But this evening was truly by accident, not that you’re complaining. Your mindless babbling turning into choked moans as one of his hands snake around your waist, coming to a stop around your neck, pulling you flush against his chest. This new angle allowing him to get even deeper. A bulge in your belly visible from the sheer size of him, being so deep.

“Think you’re so fucking funny huh? Talking to him right in front ‘f me.”

He taunts you, his thrusts turning sloppy as he feels his release creeping up on him. His voice deep, and his breath coming out heavy as he speaks to you, even though you can barely process what’s coming out of your lovers mouth. A whine escapes your lips in reply. Whimpering as you feel yourself get even fuller, your boyfriend painting your gummy and overused walls with his cum. He fucks his seed into you before pulling out. Pulling your soaked panties back up, the soft fabric sitting snug against you.

“Gonna send you into work just like this, stuffed full of my cum. Let those other guys know that you belong to me..”

•

TOJI, SUKUNA, Suguru, Satoru, RENJI, KENPACHI, Naoya, OBITO, Pain, Kisame, Sasori, Todo, Choso, HIDAN, Kakuzu, Shiu

[deathc-re]

your bf who can't control his boner while he watches you work out at the gym. he sees your ponytail swinging on the treadmill and remembers how he was pulling on it just before y'all left.

he sees how your ass clenches while you do your squats and remembers how he loves to grip that flesh, to slap it.

he sees you sitting on a bench, catching your breath, chest heaving and sweat dripping from your forehead. and he remembers that your chest heaves the same way and you sweat the same way after y'all have been going at it for hours but can't seem to get enough of each other.

he fucked you as soon you guys got home after that. after gym musk be damned. all he wanted as to feel you. (yall agreed to go to the gym at separate times after this incident)

yuuji, gojo, bakugo, denki, ichigo, kenpachi, renji, zoro, sanji, kidd, bokuto, daichi + whoever else you'd like

[aizenswhore]

His lap is your throne.

There are things you need to understand. Just like you gradually learn how to walk, when you are a toddler, there are just some small habits you need to learn when you are an adult. He needs you. You need to get this concept into your head. You have to worship him, to let admiration and devotion drip from your eyes and mouth as you walk towards him in that cute like skirt that drives him crazy.

You perfectly know what you do to him and with that comes the depraved hunger of being ruined by him over and over again. Your eyes lock, a demanding glare shimmering in his eyes, as he waits patiently for you to take your seat on your throne. You do, eventually, unbuckling his belt and freeing his bulge from the tight boxers he is wearing underneath.

He reaches his hand up, underneath your skirt, his fingers gliding down your slit as he notes you are not wearing any panties. No words are shared, he grips your hips and allows you to sink down onto his hard shaft. A strained moan leave your lips. No matter how many times you have done it, the sensation is always going to be the same. The stretch, it drives you mad. Your hands settle onto his shoulders, balancing yourself as you finally adjust to the intrusion.

“Welcome back to your throne, baby” he whispers in your ear, as you slowly begin to ride him.

Your moans fill the air, echoes of your skin slapping together making you remember how much you crave him, how deeply you want him to stretch you out like that, and how badly you wish to feel his cum fill you up until it drips down your thighs. Why? Because, after all, you know that his lap is your throne. No one will ever ride him as you do and no one will ever possess your body and soul as he does.

And, as your inner walls clamp down onto him, your head lolling back as a strained moan leave your lips, this much you know: you will ride him until your legs will work.

GETO SUGURU, GOJO SATORU, RYOMEN SUKUNA, AIZEN SOSUKE, GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ, DRACULE MIHAWK, SHANKS, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA, NANAMI KENTO, JUGRAM HASCHWALTH, CROCODILE, DOUMA.

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