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[dreadsuitsamus]

Cute Aggression With Your Bleach Man Headcanons

author's note: this all started bc i wanted to bite kensei. also all of the banners you see in this post were created by the wonderful @actuallysaiyan!!! please give bacon lots of love, as she deserves every bit of it 🩷🩷🩷

pairings: kensei muguruma x gn!reader, grimmjow jeagerjaquez x gn!reader, renji abarai x gn!reader, byakuya kuchiki x gn!reader, kūgo ginjō x gn!reader

warnings: biting, grimmjow, mentions of alcohol, overall it's just fluff

Kensei is no stranger to receiving bites from partners. His big, muscled, veiny arms are just about the perfect target for anybody’s cute aggression!

So, surprisingly, it doesn't really bother him

This doesn't mean he understands, however

“Why are you like this?” He murmurs as you bite his bicep, having come up out of nowhere as he innocently reads in his armchair

It's not like you can be blamed!! He's the one wearing a compression tank top that makes him look a thousand times more delicious than he already is!!!

“‘ike ‘at?” Your teeth are still firmly latched into his flesh, but he does find the fact you're trying to still make conversation with him cute, and he kisses your temple before resuming his reading

Kensei Muguruma is soft and it's all your fault

And what's all his fault is being sleeveless all the time, thus provoking you!

He won't admit it, but he actually really loves when you bite him

You think he's cute :3

Admittedly, you don't often get cute aggression when you're with Grimmjow

Biting is often reserved for… Different feelings

But sometimes he's just the most adorable thing in this entire world, particularly when he's minding his own business, the demon on his shoulder having a nap and your teeth just itch for him

He's watching a movie, twirling a toothpick between his lips and is fully invested in the plot

You, however, are fully tuned into just how good his forearms look

You pounce right on him, your sharp teeth catching right onto one of those leanly muscled forearms

Your bite is rather strong, though it isn't as if Grimm doesn't deserve it

“Oi!” Grimm leaves the toothpick between his teeth as he uses his strong fingers to push your lower jaw together and release the bite. “Take me to dinner first!”

You're forced off of him quickly, and your boyfriend quickly tackles you to the floor

His bites can't exactly be chalked up to ‘cute’ aggression, though they’re certainly belligerent

Not that you mind these different feelings from him

As much as Renji tries to be cool and collected, he fails at it

The man is a bit of a klutz, and when he gets embarrassed he turns an adorable shade of pink!

So he sees more than his fair share of cute aggression from you

And goodness he doesn't get it. Which only spurs you on further!

It's movie night, and Renji’s decided to get fancy and make the popcorn on the stovetop rather than do the usual microwave popcorn

He's humming to himself, the kernels popping as if to his beat and he can't help but shimmy his hips a bit

He has got to spend less time on TikTok; he's had the same song in his head for days!

“Twin? Where have you been?” He sings, swinging his hips like they don't lie

There's a giggle from the doorway and Renji swings around, eyes wide and he knocks the lid from the pot in his haste

Popcorn begins to fly everywhere, and Renji’s socked foot slips on a bit of oil he spilled and subsequently forgot about, slamming right onto the floor

Your chest fills with love and you curl your fists before jumping on him, squeezing his face into your chest as hard as you can while layering kiss after kiss on him

The sore butt isn't very nice, but he decides he can make peace with it!

Cute isn't the first thing that comes to mind when you see your darling husband. Handsome, certainly. Refined, even. A big dork, absolutely!

Though it's during an evening tea time on the terrace when you first look at him and feel such… positive emotions that it makes your teeth clench and hands ache to pinch and squish his cheeks

He's beside you on the swing, having a sip from his teacup as the warm sun sets. His hair is silky and long, his lashes practically kissing his pale skin as he enjoys the warm tea

Your hands are already clasped together, fingers laced tightly. Byakuya can't help but run his thumb over your wedding band; it's a Kuchiki family heirloom and it's never looked better than right on your finger

And you'll swear on your life that when you brought his hand to your lips, it was just for a kiss to his knuckles

But your jaw had other plans, and that's when you oh so gently bite his hand. It isn't for long, and you do place an apologetic kiss after!

And then you realize yourself right after, and look up to find steel blue eyes staring at you with quizzical undertones

“What on earth are you doing?”

Laughing nervously, heat flushes the back of your neck. “I… I don't know. You looked so… so cute and sweet that I couldn't help myself.”

“Hm. Consider yourself, should this urge rise again. Such behavior is unbecoming of a Kuchiki, as you are aware.”

An attempt to hide how flustered and perhaps even pleased he is behind his next draw of tea is fruitless versus the pastel pink on the bridge of his nose

Despite living in a constant state of bastard, you find that Kūgo is often quite adorable!

He pouts rather habitually, though he doesn't always mean to

Whether he's rolling out pasta dough or working on his latest charcoal drawing, his lips press together in his bout of concentration, and sometimes the little pink tip of his tongue peeks out too

He loves to be on the receiving end of your overwhelming positive feelings so much that you almost think he does these things intentionally

But he's a bad actor, so it can't ever be anything but genuine

You hear some rustling downstairs and check the time: Kūgo must be home from his night out with his friends

You round the corner to see him sitting halfway up the stairs, his long body stretching out as he reaches towards you with a dopey smile on his face; he's plastered

And you want to be angry! He promised not to get drunk; you're set to have brunch with your parents tomorrow, and he's quite the bitch when he's hungover!

But then he makes the grabby hands and that pout comes to his lips, and his big brown eyes are so sad now too

“You're so cute, I wanna die.” You hop down to his level and crush him in a hug, swaying side to side as you coo, blowing a raspberry on his cheek too

Kūgo giggles at that, his cheeks turning red as he begs you to stop!

Which, of course, only continues the cycle! It takes ten minutes before you can finally get up to bed!

He's not quite as cute when he's hungover, but there's still enough of something precious in the man's pathetic, self-inflicted misery to earn him a kiss on the cheek

[yeowangies]

Made a mess

PAIRING: Kugo Ginjo/AFAB!Reader. CONTENTS: Established relationship, Blowjob, Piss kink. WORDCOUNT: 939

Summary:

The way you had sneaked up on Kugo as soon as he stepped into the house had made his cock instantly hard.

Notes:

KINKTOBER DAY 6: PISS KINK

this is for @dreadsuitsamus because well. she likes it lmao

divider by @/saradika-graphics

The way you had sneaked up on Kugo as soon as he stepped into the house had made his cock instantly hard, faster than any other time he had been hard for you. After all, he loved when you were needy and desperate for him. 

He didn’t even make it two feet inside the apartment before you got your hands all over him, whispering sweet nothings and I miss yous while you pressed your hand to the front of his pants, making him groan shamelessly loud. In the blink of an eye, you were on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with pleading eyes, batting your eyelashes as you undid his belt and unzipped his pants.

“Now, this is some greeting.” Kugo said, a lecherous grin on his lips as he let his jacket slip and fall to the floor. “But I’m not complaining.”

“You know how I get when I miss you.” You reply, gazing down at his bulge as you pull his pants down to his thighs.

Nuzzling his erection trapped in his boxers, you hummed happily as you tug his underwear down. His cock sprung free, almost hitting your cheek, precum leaking from the tip from your previous fondling. Licking your lips, your eyes gleamed with lust and hunger.

Wrapping your hand around his thick shaft, you smile mischievously before taking him into your inviting mouth. Kugo’s eyes fluttered shut, letting out a sigh as he felt the warmth of your cavity. God bless your oral fixation, he didn’t even have to ask you to put your mouth on him, you did it so willingly, like it gave you more pleasure than it gave him. 

Threading his fingers through your hair, he tugged at it urgently as you began to bob your head, slowly fitting more of him past your lips. Pressing your tongue on the underside, hollowing your cheeks, humming pleasantly. You enjoyed his dick in your mouth too much to be subtle, and it showed in the way you sucked his wonderful cock. You couldn’t go a day without it. And the way Kugo was looking at you like he owned you, it gave you a thrill. 

But truly, it was you who had him by the balls. Figuratively and literally. 

As one of your hands trailed up his thighs to stroke his testicles, you eagerly sucked, spit and precum dripping down your chin. It didn’t take you long to make all of his cock fit, the tip grazing the back of your throat as you moaned around him.

“Oh, babe,” Kugo grunted, tightening the grip on your hair as he looked down at you with hazy eyes. “That slutty little mouth of yours was made for sucking cock.”

He could feel your smile even if he couldn’t see it. You had a mouthful of cock after all. 

With a smirk, Kugo guided your moves, his hand on your head pushing you down to swallow all of his erection, keeping you in place for a moment longer before pulling you back. Your gag reflex barely kicked in; he knew you had it, but he also knew you’ve been taking his cock for a while, and you had truly turned into an expert for him. Something he was certainly proud of. 

A knot tightened in the pit of his stomach. Heat, warmth, an impending orgasm. But something else too, a pull in his bladder that would otherwise make him uncomfortable if it wasn’t for your lips wrapped around the base of his dick. 

It didn’t diminish his need to come in your mouth. Yanking your hair, Kugo pulled your head back, keeping your lips in contact with the tip of his cock, and guided your hand to stroke his shaft with forceful tugs. He aimed for his own orgasm, to see you swallow his cum like you always did; but he also looked forward to what was coming after.

You smiled flirtatiously, staring at him with stars in your eyes, as you felt him throb in your hand. 

“Yes, baby, give it to me,” You purred against the spongy head of his dick. “Come in my mouth, come on.”

Kugo could only reply with breathy curses when he felt the knot in his abdomen unraveling. He spilled his load right onto your willing mouth, ropes of cum landing on your lips, tongue and chin as you closed your eyes, totally pleased with your meal. 

Pumping him, milking every last drop of his seed, and he grew slightly soft in your hand. The wide smirk on his lips when you looked up at him was very telling that he had so much more to give you. His hand on your head gripped you firmly, presenting your pretty face to him when his hips jerk forward, spilling warm liquid onto your face, piss trickling down your neck and chest, drenching your clothes. You inevitably moaned; it was dirty and obscene and lewd what you were letting him do to you - what you wanted him to do to you. You wanted him to use you like that. It made you so incredibly wet, your panties were positively ruined by then.

Kugo groaned when the stream stopped, cock soft and sensitive, though it could spring back up just by looking at you, all glowy cheeks and soaked in him. 

You two had made a mess on the wooden floor of your apartment, but neither of you could care less at the moment. Kugo still had plans for you, and by the sly grin on your face, you were more than ready to find out more.

[brittscafe]

(for Ginjo prompt!)

f!chubby!reader is new part of Xcution, as some weeks Ginjo noticed that she gets easily flustered and is very dense, so he decided to “help” her to relax into new organization 😩

(sorry for not being more detailed in first ask, thank you for your reply and time! 💕)

Of course!!!

Ever since you joined Xcution, you've been struggling to really become a part of the team. Ginjo is the only one who really noticed just how shy you've been.

Everytime he talks to you, slinging his shoulder over yours and pulling you into him; he notices the way your cheeks light up and you struggle to form words.

He loves teasing you, but rage fills his body when he sees any other member of Xcution teasing you. He wants you all to himself, but he also wants you to settle in.

The members of Xcution are out running some errands, so right now, it's just you and Ginjo.

You're currently standing by the counter, eyes viewing another packet of terms and conditions for joining Xcution.

His eyes are settled on you, the way your body moves with such grace and the way he would just love to eat you out up. His tonuge runs across his bottom lip as he makes his way over to you.

"Hi Ginjo," you greet him with a shy tone, noticing him walking up to you. He smiles to himself and cocks his head to the side.

"So, are you settling in ok?" Ginjo asks, his deep voice sending a chill down your spine.

"Um, I'm not really sure. I think I'm struggling to fit in," you shrug your shoulders.

"Oh? Well, I think I can help you settle in," Ginjo reassures you, naughty thoughts filling his mind.

"Really? How?" you ask, staring at him with confusion.

In a matter of seconds, Ginjo's hands are on your waist and he pulls you to him. He presses his lips against yours, your body pressed against his.

Your eyes widen as his lips melt around yours and your heart pounds against your chest.

"Did that help?" Ginjo asks, pulling away from your lips. You stare at him in disbelief and gulp.

The kiss makes you feel giddy and it feels like a weight has been lifted off your chest.

"I think I'm gonna need more help than that," you mumble out, your cheeks becoming hot and flustered. Ginjo cocks an eyebrow with surprise and nods his head.

"I see. Come here," he beckons you, pulling you closer. His lips meet yours once again, lips colliding and melting together. His fingers dig into the flesh of your waist and he pulls you away from the counter.

Ginjo easily drags you over to the couch in the living room and easily guides you onto the couch. You let out a tiny gasp as you plop down on the couch and Ginjo takes advantage of your lips that are slightly parted open; sliding his tongue inside.

Your stomach twists into knots as his tongue slowly glides over yours and his hands run up your shirt. His warm hands on your bare skin creates goosebumps along your arms.

His large hand cup your breasts, sitting nicely in your bra and squeezes them. You moan softly into his mouth and he pulls away from your lips, a grin forming.

Ginjo places his knee in between your slightly opened legs and presses it against your heat.

The friction feels so good.

You squirm from the feeling and Ginjo chuckles deeply.

"Don't worry, y/n. I'm getting there," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss along your forehead. His hands glide down to your pants where he slowly starts to take them off.

Your face becomes hot and you sink down in your figure.

His eyes latch onto your underwear, a wet spot already there. Ginjo feels his cock grow hard inside of his boxers and he presses soft, wet kisses along your inner thighs.

"So wet for me," Ginjo groans out, rubbing circles along your clothed clit. You inhale sharply and let out a deep breathe. Ginjo fingers wrap around your lacy underwear and he tugs them down your legs.

He tosses your underwear somewhere in the living room, somewhere he is bound not to remember.

Ginjo hooks his arms around your legs and drapes them over his shoulders. His eyes linger on your bare, dripping pussy. Your eyes widen and you sink down in your figure.

You bring your hands up to your face and hide there for a minute. Ginjo's deep chuckling rattles your eardrums and he smiles widely.

"You're so cute, you know that?" Ginjo speaks kindly and you slowly lift your head from your hands. The expression on Ginjo's face is priceless.

He finds you adorable, but he also cannot wait to hear you whimpering and moaning for him.

Ginjo thumb presses down on your clit and your body shudders. He notices your reaction, but doesn't say anything and continues to rub your clit.

It sends waves of pleasure all over your body and you let out a tiny moan.

"I didn't know you were that sensitive," Ginjo speaks with a deep voice, bringing his face closer to your wet pussy and running his tongue over your folds and watching you squirm.

"Ginjo, what if someone walks in?" you ask, eyes peering around the empty living room free for anyone to just walk in and see Ginjo eating you out.

Ginjo looks into your eyes and a wide grin forms along his face. "I hope they do. I hope they see your legs over my shoulders and my face buried in your pussy. I hope they hear you begging and moaning," Ginjo speaks deeply and you sink down in your figure.

His words have you even wetter than you were before and your heart pounding against your chest.

He swirls his tongue around your clit and then closes his lips around the bud. His thick fingers run up and down your folds, teasing them.

A loud gasp leaves your lips as Ginjo sucks on your sensitive clit and you buck your hips forward. He chuckles, sending a wave of pleasure down to your pussy.

"Oh my God, Ginjo," you whimper out, grabbing a fistful of his hair. He smiles against your pussy and slowly slides a finger inside of you. You throw your head back, feeling his finger slowly slide in and out of you, getting coated in your juices.

Your jaw slowly falls open and your pussy hugs Ginjo's finger tightly as his thick fingers hit your g-spot. Ginjo glances up at you with lust filled eyes as you stare down at him.

Ginjo slowly slides another finger inside of your dripping pussy, earning a loud whimper from you. He curls his fingers deep inside of you and you cry out.

His fingers massage your g-spot and curl up against it. Each thrust made more and more wetness gush out of you.

You start to choke on your own moans, his fingers pumping in and out of your dripping cunt. Ginjo's cock twitches inside of his boxers hearing your sweet moans for him.

His warm tongue swirling over your clit as you grip onto his hair, heavy breaths leaving your lips. Your thighs burn with immense pleasure and the huge knot in your stomach starts to come undone.

"G-Ginjo," you cry out, barely choking out the words. Ginjo's eyes glance up at you as you squeeze his head with your thick thighs. He can feel every muscle of yours tense up each time his fingers hit that sweet spot or each time your clit buzzes against his tongue.

You grab onto his forearm, nails biting into it. You pant heavily, gasping loudly as your liquids squirt out onto Ginjo's fingers. Your cum slowly runs down his fingers and your chest goes up and down with each heavy breath you inhale and exhale.

Ginjo presses a soft kiss on your swollen, puffy clit and slowly slides his fingers out of your soaking cunt. He stares at his glistening fingers and slides them into his mouth.

He groans at how sweet you taste as your legs lazily hang over his shoulders. Your whole body tingles as you come down from your high and Ginjo slowly leans up.

His finger trails up your stomach and his large hand cups your cheek, thumb grazing over your soft skin.

"Fitting in better now?" Ginjo questions you, feeling his hard cock ache inside of his boxers, precum leaking out of the tip.

"Yeah," you breathe out, your body hot and sweaty. Ginjo carefully helps you sliding your legs off his shoulders and you wince at how sore they are.

The cold air hits your bare core and you squeeze your thighs together.

"Still sensitive, huh," Ginjo chuckles out, a grin forming along his face as you scoff quietly.

[itjazzbicch]

No Sweet Dream

Pairing:  Kujo Ginjo x Fem Reader 

First time writing for Ginjo, so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Not helping with Ichigo's fullbring training, the reader is challenged by her close friend Ginjo, despite never seeing her fullbring, Sweet Dream. Getting to see for himself by taking a different direction, Ginjo learns that it's different from what it seems...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) swearing, lingerie, Unprotected sex, bondage, toys, daddy kink, pet names (foxy & baby) Powers (the reader basically controls a dream world)

Word Count: 1.6k

"Come on, Giriko! I've only had one!"

"I'm cleaning up the bar for the night. That's your last one," Giriko stuck to, leaving after washing his hands, leaving Ginjo disappointed:

"You're a real buzz kill, you know that?"

Finishing my drink and watching Giriko leave, I used the quickness that came with my fullbring, snatching a bottle for us to share as I could use another drink too, whispering:

"Keep it hidden, alright?"

"Way to go, foxy," He winked, chuckling while pouring some into his cup under the bar.

Not responding, I took it next and got some for myself.

"So, you going to help Ichigo during his next training session? You're the only one who hasn't." Trying to make small talk, I laughed at his question, mumbling:

"You think that kid would stand a chance? No way, Ginjo."

"Hey, tough challenges will make him stronger," He insisted, trying to persuade me, "And your fullbring will surely make him stronger."

"How would you know? You've never even been inside of Sweet Dream," My fullbring was called Sweet Dream, but it was nothing sweet, meeting his eyes with seriousness, "It's far from a sweet dream. Just know that. Ichigo can't handle it."

"You're right, I haven't seen Sweet Dream," Chugging down his drink and leaning over, he was confidently smirking, "That can always change, you know?"

"I'm not in the mood," I groaned, still sipping my drink, side-eyeing him as he began to challenge me:

"Afraid your sweet little dreams will get crushed if I step in?"

"Don't make me laugh," Rolling my eyes; I was becoming tempted, warming from his arm wrapping around my hip, whispering into my ear:

"If you don't wanna face me, how about we make it live up to its name, huh?"

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into," Leaning closer and delivering back the same vibe, whispering sexily, "Because I'm no sweet dream, but I am one hell of a night. I doubt you can handle it."

"I can handle anything you throw at me, foxy," Noses nuzzling; he didn't even realize what was happening, stumbling off his stool as everything changed around him. Confused, he looked around to see that we weren't in our hideout anymore. Not a clue as to where we were, but in a bedroom that was lit by candles, back facing a silk-covered bed, jumping slightly when my hands found his shoulders:

"What's the matter, big daddy?"

His head quickly turned to find me, eyes widening with lust as I was now in a black lingerie set, a garter belt, and stockings to match, letting me slide his jacket off his shoulders, rubbing and preparing him for a twist:

"Like what you see, huh?"

"How'd you-" Wondering how things were changing so quickly, he instead swallowed his words, eyes scanning me up and down, giving into his thoughts, "Looking really foxy, baby."

Turning around and pulling me close, his lips were inching towards mine, but he was struck with more confusion, suddenly on the bed, wearing nothing but his boxers and pendant, watching me crawl towards him.

"In this little world, we do things my way," I addressed, needing to make another change as he grew antsy, using his hips to fling me up closer to him.

"What the-?" Looking up, his hands bound to the metal bed frame with leather straps, quickly looking back at me when I threw some attitude:

"Do I have to repeat myself?"

His shock and confusion started to settle down while a grin formed on his face, "Didn't know you were so kinky."

"You could learn a lot if you weren't so impatient," I teased, straddled and grinding against his growing erection, feeling his length, "There's nothing wrong with taking our time."

"Suppose you're not wrong," Shifting his legs, I could tell that he wanted more of what I was doing, humming at the kisses that I started placing along his neck, hands running across his broad chest and warning:

"I'm taking my sweet time. You're in for it since you didn't even let me explain the rules."

"The rules? Ngh-" Caught off guard again, he hissed at the sudden vibrating between our sensitive areas, keeping it right against his shaft, feeling his leg cramp while I was pleasing myself with my small toy.

"Shh, I'm feeling myself right now," I cooed, continuing to please myself against the vibrator, making sure his cock felt it, too, still grinding softly and letting him hear my soft moans.

"C'mon, Y/N," Murmured out from his trapped lip, his hands struggling above his head. Showing some mercy, I slowed down:

"Gonna let me say what I have to say? It is important, after all."

"Yeah, go ahead," Still biting his lips, he met my gaze and listened to my explanation:

"Whatever comes to my mind becomes a reality in here. That's why I'm a tough opponent. You can't get out unless I let you or if I'm unconscious, but you have an advantage if you use it right."

"That right?"

Making the toy disappear, I sat up straight, holding up three fingers and informing, "You get three wishes. That's why I call it Sweet Dream. It can be a sweet dream in this world if you use them wisely. So, tell me what you wish for, honey."

"I only need two in this situation," He smirked, questioning his logic but following along:

"Two for you then."

"First, untie me," His smirk kept growing as I snapped my fingers, and his arms were freed, looking with a cocked eyebrow for his second wish, "And second, you can't tie me up anymore."

"Your wishes are set," Massaging away the tension from his shoulders, I was ready to take things to the next level, "Now, let's have some fun."

His speed and strength were impressive when he took me by the hips, slamming me on my back, some of his hunger fed with our lips smacking together, hands tearing my panties and stockings.

"You said earlier that you were one hell of a night," With an intense tone, he was now naked, hand between our thighs, showing just how strong he was when he took my wrists with one hand, keeping me pinned without even being able to wiggle, "You better live up to that."

"Damn," I was already whining at how far I was being stretched as he pushed his cock into me, taking it slow but feeding me every inch till our hips met, "Damn!"

"You can take it, baby," Rolling our hips together, his tip was surely nudging my cervix, not even bothering to distract myself from the pleasure that quickly began to feel immense.

"Calling you big daddy was fitting, huh?" I joked, giggling till a monstrous thrust about smacked my soul out of my body, moaning filthily at it.

"I'm gonna be your daddy after this," He growled into my ear, groaning with his thrusts, tearing off my bra and biting my breasts, the coldness of his hanging pendant against my skin making me whine more since I was burning up.

"Make me cum then, Daddy," Grabbing his chain and pulling him into a kiss, the bubble of pleasure was ready to pop, and I still had more in store for him, just needed this high first.

Keeping those powerful thrusts, the wind from it blew out some candles near us, truly having me screaming when that bubble rippled, exploding and drenching his thighs, making me cry out:

"Fuck, Ginjo!"

"Good girl," He purred, chuckling just to gasp from my sudden disappearance. On his back again, he hissed at the feeling of my walls swallowing him in again, looking to see my back facing him, but riding his cock, "Almost forgot you can do this crazy shit."

"Crazy?" I hummed, sitting down on his cock, looking back, and his pupils focused on how my eyes sparkled, noticing the trigger for when things in my world changed, "What do you think about this?"

For me? I moaning so loudly, bouncing on his cock with all the speed I could forge, still soaked from my first orgasm and getting us messier.

But for him? Everything was nearly slow motion, moans sweet and angelic echos, seeing every inch absorbed into me, watching agonizingly slow, but still feeling the pleasure from it at the actual speed I was moving, the look in his eyes showing how much it was testing his patience.

"You like that, Daddy?" Looking back again, he was too focused on how my ass bounced off his hips, biting his lip hard while finding the strength to cup my ass, jaw dropping when he even spanked me, the jolt making my walls spasm then clench hard, instantly making his cock throb.

"So lucky I like it, ngh-" Taking the trims of my stockings, they were tearing at every seam from him pulling me back onto his cock.

I was impressed by the fact that he could do that with the way his world was moving; sure he forgot about how hard it would hit him now that I was moving even quicker, my chest falling to the bed with a sharp arch of my back, smiling but moaning as I heard one from him, creaming and soaking his cock again with a second, more intense orgasm.

"Oh my god," Huffing with my words, the feeling of his cock thbing inside of me was too good, "You're too fucking good. I don't wanna stop."

"You don't have to," He chuckled out, panting, "Like I'm gonna complain about you on my dic-; Fuck!"

His head fell back into the pillows, but his eyes still fixated on me, his cock slipping out while carefully beginning to milk him, seed shooting all over my ass, slicking downward while I flashed a worn-out smile at him.

"You bad, bad girl," There was a fire in his eyes, like he wanted more, growing as I giggled:

"I thought you knew that I was far from innocent." 

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[the8thsphynx]

Even though I'm still riding the Ginjo/Grimmjow ship train for peak douchebag camaraderie, I might ship Ginjo with Shuhei just to have my biker bastard/nice goth boy pairing.

[unohanadaydreams]

uh uh umu hewwo mars may i ask,,,,, for a kugo scenario pwease..... 🥺 ummm idm nsfw or whatever piques ur interest but something nice and sweet would be lovely 🥰🥰 thank u queen ily,,, 💕 if u want more info then just lmk!!

Of course, Kizo!! <3 Happy early b-day and here’s your big ol’ cake of soft wedding head canons to melt you with!! I guess I’ll stop teasing about seducing him now that he’s a married man lmaoooo.

Features: Some 18+ content/smut, fem!reader

KUGO GINJO

Wedding Day:

He’s tense. He keeps alternating between lashing out at Xcution members and lapsing into bouts of silence, his back hunched and chin resting on steepled fingers. Honestly, it’s insufferable for everyone around him. The fear of this commitment ending badly, of you fleeing down the aisle, and the fear of hating domestic life—of hating the unfamiliarity of children and stability and homecooked meals--gnaw at him. Kugo finds himself wanting to call everything off, if only to assert some measure of control over the day and his feelings.

Yearning for reassurance, he’s insists on seeing you. Jackie and Riruka lay down a valiant effort, but his entire entourage of groomsmen throw the balance in Kugo’s favor. So he gets his way.

”Like always,” Riruka says. “Such a spoiled brat,” Jackie responds.

Kugo is aloof at first. Your steadfast verbal and then bodily insistence that he not be in the same room as you before the wedding, especially with your dress bag unzipped and visible from the open closet changes that. His shrug and crude excuse of ‘thought we could practice our wedding kiss’ only annoys you.

But then his smarmy little smirk drops and he gives a sigh that seems to soften his body. His shoulders fall and the ticking muscle of his jaw disappears as he falls forward into your arms, his face pressing into the column of your neck.

Kugo is rarely an open book. You know him better than anyone, but honestly that’s like saying you won a race when you were the only one running. You hug him back and he unwinds enough to say, “you really wanna marry me? Forever with me and all the jerks in Xcution?”

After your reassurances, he shutters his fears again, smiles genuinely, and kisses you deeply until you push him away. When he leaves, one hand slicking back his gelled hair and the other stuffed in his suit pocket, Jackie and Riruka barge into the room.

“Did he seriously do ALL THAT just to practice a fucking kiss,” Riruka shrieks. You open your mouth to say no. And then your eyes narrow. Because he did do that, after all. “I’m marrying a scumbag,” you say. Jackie snorts, “It took you the day of to realize?”

Compared to before, Kugo is a veritable delight to deal with after his visit with you. He drinks scotch and brags about his honey moon destination over games of darts. He’s still a sore winner and lousy sport. He still lapses into broody silence over his alcohol and cheats if someone gets the upper hand. But, for Kugo, it’s pretty much his best behavior.

The entire wait to see you walk down the aisle and for the duration of the vows, he’s back to tense muscles and dire thoughts. Seeing you glide toward him coaxes a genuine and soft smile. But he wipes it the moment he realizes what he’s doing; goes back to smirking. Kugo keeps tight hold of your hands the entire ceremony, though.

It’s only when you’ve said ‘I do’ and are swept in his arms for a unnecessarily long kiss that he relaxes again. He seems giddy at that point, honestly. It’s so uncharacteristic that it steals your breath as he gathers you in his arms and struts down the aisle with a smirk (okay, so not totally out of character).

The after party is absolute chaos, despite everyone trying to keep it classy affair. Held in a sturdy concrete and brick building downtown—a modern, high-end take on a saloon really—it starts calm. But, then the members of Xcution get in their egregious amount of shots in before most of the guests arrive. And..then the guests arrive. The Karakura gang and their families, your family, and some arrancar; because nothing says ‘fuck you’ like inviting the enemy of your enemy.

You don’t know the full scope of what occured, because Kugo insisted on leaving early to rest before the honeymoon flight in the morning, but you saw enough loud, blurry footage from snapchat and frantic texts from Orihime to know you’ll be sending apologies instead of thank you cards to your family. Some blue haired man destroyed two tables trying to get to Kurosaki.

Riruka shrunk some of your family members attempting to contain them. Jackie got her arm sliced when she stumbled into Uryu’s arrow that was headed toward Grimmjow before he got shrunk by Riruka and Yukio forced Uryu and Chad to be Mario and Luigi in his game sphere until Uryu apologized and they both said ‘it’s a me mario’ and ‘Luiiiiigiii’ respectively. Kugo turned off your phone and insisted it stay that way until your honey moon’s over in the middle of all the notification assaulting your sanity in hopes that you’d stop freaking out. It helped, honestly. You have your zen until you land back home. Cherish it.

Honey Moon:

He picked somewhere tropical. The idea of massaging sun screen into your skin? The image of you walking everywhere in booty shorts? The temptation of jumping you on a private beach in the evening or a quiet boardwalk in the morning? He simply had to. There was also a sizable discount on the destination he picked.

Sure, he’s always got an air of nonchalance that only a devil may care flavor of man can have, but on your honey moon, he’s tender…for him. The first day and night are completely spent in bed. And his fingers smooth over your ring constantly—while you’re making love, when you’re eating over priced room service fare in bed, and the still moments before he falls asleep. Kugo kisses your ring too.

When you get the idea to joke, ‘kiss the ring, bitch’, you knew he would pout, but you weren’t quite prepared for being laid out on the bed and tortured with the skilled fingers of his left hand. The solid wedding band rubbing against your spongey gspot stroking you to completion as he smirked, “no YOU kiss it.”

The remainder of the week is spent doing activities and eating meals that seem spontaneous but have been meticulously planned out. If there’s something you’re hesitant to do, he extra invested in easing your nerves since he’s already paid for it.

”I don’t WANT to swim with sharks!” “Come oooon. The only thing in the water that’s gonna bite you is me.”

Your closet at the hotel is stuffed with strappy dresses, cute swimsuits, and tacky shirts that proclaim you’re married you’ve never seen before. Kugo refuses to answer for the shirts and insists that his just never made it in his luggage and isn’t that a shame. He gets a huge amount of satisfaction of telling people you’re his wife. He could carry a neon sign pointing to you that says ‘THIS IS MY WIFE’ and it might be more subtle. He won’t stop even if you point it out.

“What? You���re my wife.” “Oh my—fine. It’s whatever.” “Hey! Hold the fucking elevator for me and my wife.” “I’M—”

Obviously, he’s out to show you off. You both make for a pretty fucking package and he’s well aware of that. If he wasn’t so concerned about how he came off to other people he’d be yelling “LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE”. But he has a sense of shame. And would never just SAY something so vulnerable, especially in front of strangers. But he’s thinking it.

His proclivity for making out in public is also tremendous. When he points out how many people have their eyes on you it’s with a self-satisfied air and a smirk made of fucking daggers. Most of your outings and meals end with Kugo getting you worked up and leading you somewhere to finish you off.

Kugo seldom says he loves you in those exact words. But he seems to sneak it in almost every day while vacationing. He tries to make it seem witty or off-handed. But the fact he says it at all makes the attempts to lessen the seriousness of it rather moot.

[snow-body]

marriage, happy V-Day for @lcnguor ♥  ( inspired from the drama miss devil. )

[blameitonthebleach]

Okay, I don't usually get such intense feels for Shunsui but your little story had me swooning. So, if it isn't too much trouble, may I ask for something similar to that but with Ginjo Kugo? Your writing is beautiful and you deserve to have your blog grow!

Of course you can! It’s not quite the same, but I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it’s a little short.

After a long day of work, you were exhausted. Your day had started early, which was horrendous, but that meant it also ended early, so it’s wasn’t actually too bad, you guessed. There was still time until Ginjo was finished with his duties for the day, leaving you a few hours to get settled and release your stress.

It was still daytime when you exited your work, and you shielded your eyes from the sun reflexively. The end of summer had the worst heat, and by the time you reached your home, you were at least twice as drained as you were when you left. It took everything you had just to drag your feet through the threshold, dropping your bag carelessly on the floor in the process. Kicking off your shoes as you walked, you let out a long sigh and collapsed when your knees hit the edge of your bed. There was no better way to recuperate than a nice, long nap.

You thought vaguely about what to do when your boyfriend got home, but when your head hit the pillow, you could barely keep your eyes open. You should have probably changed your clothes, but now you didn’t have the energy. At the very least, you shimmied out of your pants and shucked your bra before flopping back onto the bed, and passing out.

Some hours later, the familiar click of the front door jolted you awake. It was dark outside now, and when you rolled enough to cantilever off the edge of the bed to look at the clock, it read 11:42 PM. Quite late, to be sure, later than Ginjo usually returned, but there wasn’t much time to think about that when your stomach rumbled. What was supposed to be an hour or so nap turned into more of a short night’s sleep at six hours–you had missed dinner. Groaning, you rolled out of bed the rest of the way, feet hitting the hardwood floors with a dull thud, and stumbled sleepily out into the living area.

Ginjo, likely having heard your clumsy ass in the bedroom, turned to look at you with a tired expression. He looked about a dead as you’d been when you got home, and could only manage a tired smile. Rubbing at your eye with one hand, you padded over to him to wrap your arms around his torso. You buried your face in his chest as he returned your embrace, holding the back of your head gently. He only ever showed this exceedingly sweet side of himself to you, and you had a feeling that if anyone from Xcution could see him, he’d never catch a break. 

“How was your day?” you asked groggily, voice still thick with sleep. Your only reply was a string of grumbles as he let you go. 

Wrapping your arms around yourself against the chill of the apartment, you followed Ginjo as he walked to the little table that sat just off the kitchen. He set down a bag of things from the convenience store, then sat himself and gestured to the seat across from him. You did just that, and pulled your legs up so it was more like you were perching than actually sitting, and waited. Some rustling, some scraping, and Ginjo had split the contents of the bag with you. Your stomach rumbled again in appreciation, and you smiled at him cutely as thanks. 

It wasn’t all that fancy, just some rice balls and sandwiches, but midnight snacks were the best when they were casual favorites. You ate in comfortable silence together, but you were still cold. Instead of suffering by yourself, you stood up and dragged your chair beside his, resuming your earlier position with the added benefit of leaning your weight against him while you ate. He didn’t complain, and even leaned against you a little. His profile looked haggard, and he chewed his food mechanically, hardly tasting it. Even when he finished, there was no sign of his usual gusto at having finished a meal, and he kind of just sat and stared at the wall while you stuffed the remainder of your last rice ball in your mouth. 

Still chewing, you gave him a look of concern. He didn’t notice, too busy with the invisible specs on the wall in front of him, so you grabbed his wrists in both your hands, giving it a tug.

“C’mon, then,” you said into the silence, “let’s go to bed. You look like you’re about to keel over.”

“Gee. Thanks, dear,” he retorted, but there was nothing behind it as he slowly rose to his feet. 

You slung his arm around your shoulders to walk back the hall, turning out the lights with your elbow as you went, already eager to lie back down. This time, however, would be much better, as Ginjo was there to snuggle with, and he deserved a little attention having had the day he had. Once in the bedroom, he shed his clothes until he was in nothing but a pair of dark grey boxers, only just realizing that you weren’t wearing any pants.

“You paint a nice picture, lookin’ like that,” he muttered. He pulled you towards him by your waist, sliding his thumbs into the waistband of your panties to rub against the hollows of your hips.

When he was this brainless, his touches were decidedly chaste, merely craving the feel of your skin against his body as a form of comfort. He moved to cover your lips with his in a messy, careless kiss, trying to gain whatever meager energy he could by doing so. While it didn’t seem to work, it did feel nice, and you placed your hands on the sides of his neck as he walked you backwards. Sitting side by side on the mattress, you continued to kiss, warmth flowing through your body at his sloppy caresses and clumsy tongue. 

“Lie down,” you whispered, adding some pressure on his chest as a signal. 

He did, but he took you with him so you were half laying on top of him, half on the bed, engulfing you completely in his arms. He smothered your pretty face with kisses, and slipped his hand under your shirt to rub your back. For your part, you scratched lightly at his chest in soothing circles, smiling gently when his affections slowed further until you could hear his soft snoring in your ear. Firmly entangled with him, you let yourself relax. You were glad that you could help him, even if you didn’t really do much. The point was that he was now fast asleep, and you could get back to doing the same.

When you woke up the next morning, the late afternoon sunlight was streaming through the windows. You didn’t have work that day, but you were still surprised that you slept that long. Regardless, you felt well rested, if a little lethargic, and the broad hand that traced the curves up and down your sides only added to the ambiance of the room.

“’Morning,” Ginjo said, voice gruff from sleep.

“’Morning…” You rubbed at your eyes. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did, for once.” He snorted, still soothing his hands over you. 

“Did you just wake up, too?” you wondered, trying to turn and look at the clock. However, his hands wouldn’t let you go, making you blush.

“Nah,” he shrugged. “Been up for an hour or so.”

You balked. “Then why didn’t you wake me?”

“You were cute. Didn’t want to.”

“So you were just watching me sleep the entire time?” Something about that was so supremely embarrassing.

“Like I said,” he replied without a hint of remorse, “you look cute when you’re sleeping. You even called my name a few times.” He flashed you a devilish smile, waggling an eyebrow at you.

“T-There’s no way I did!” 

“Did so,” he quipped. “There was also some pretty juicy stuff you mumbled. Should I tell you?”

“You’re such a liar,” you grumped, cheeks burning. “Why do you insist on teasing me?”

Ginjo sighed, rolling his eyes. “Do I always gotta tell you everything?” he asked. “It’s because you’re cute. It’s fun to tease you.”

“Asshole.”

“Eh, whatever.”

It was at least another hour before you finally rolled out of bed, but wake up kisses and cuddles were the best. Apparently, Ginjo had some things to take care of with Xcution earlier in the morning, evident by the amount of missed calls and texts he had, he just shrugged it. He told you that he wanted to spend the day with you, matter-of-factly, and left it at that as you cooked breakfast for two. Another easygoing day was lined up in front of you, and you were going to take it. 

[bleachmymind]

And so my brethren emerge from the shadows.

I hope this is ok to send this. What would Kugo Ginjo be like, seeing his future s/o for the first time? And is a virgin?

Kugo Ginjo

Kugo is probably one of the cheesiest man you will ever meet in your life. He tries to put the moves on his significant other with very corny and overused pickup lines. He does this to make them feel comfortable around him. He knows that he is a very good lucking guy (talk about cocky too), and he knows that he can make people nervous, so he always tries to get them to be relaxed.

When Kugo first Lays eyes on his significant other he just couldn’t take his eyes off them. This sounds corny, but for him, it was like time was moving in slow motion. It takes a lot for Kugo to be stunned over someone.

Right off the bat, Kugo will know if his lover is a virgin, the way they blush when he talks dirty to them, being a virgin is no sweat for Kugo, he is going to love his partner no matter what.

[blue-dream-rhapsody]

On Kugo Ginjo, Part 3/?: The Actions of Actors

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Tsukishima calls Ginjo a bad actor one time, and the result is this ridiculously long analysis.

[Long and photo-heavy-ish post ahead!]

When Kugo’s past is confirmed as the only one that was changed during the bulk of The Lost Agent, it is also confirmed that the rest of Xcution is fully cognizant of the situation they’re in the entire time. They remember the endgame that Kugo doesn’t, and even while they’re getting to know Ichigo and becoming somewhat fonder of him they’re still working in service of it. Riruka is the only one to visibly show doubt, but even she nonetheless sticks with the plan.

So that raises the question of why. We get Kugo’s motive well enough, but why are the others willing to go along with this? What is it that they’re going to gain from emotionally destroying a perfectly kind and understanding kid who yeah, maybe at one point was a symbol of everything Kugo hated, but right now is just trying to live his life? Why do this to someone who could very easily be one of their own, and who some of them even grow to like along the way?

For Giriko, the answer is pretty unremarkable.

He wanted power, and he was going to get it by manipulating Ichigo. He’s the one to first insist on Kugo’s promise to share with them, and is the most vocal about enjoying it once he has it. Even in his fight with Kenpachi his only obsession is with being the stronger man. For someone who supposedly finds his ability “perilous” he’s awfully reckless about amplifying it. Arrogance seems to be a serial problem for him, and it’s really about time when he ends up dead.

Yukio is somewhat the same, seeking the power to assert himself as well, due to his rather fragile (and immature) ego. Ichigo is merely the means to that end for a boy who has demonstrated more than a little trouble with empathy; Yukio is spoiled, and used to taking what he wants. However, at the end of everything, he does reveal a less self-centered side of himself which suggests he feels some loyalty to the other Fullbringers.

Shishigawara is worth a mention before I go any further.

His motivation is as simplistic as it gets—he’s fighting for what Tsukishima is fighting for. He’s pretty much separate from everybody else; there’s no evidence that he knows the rest of Xcution, and even Kugo seems to have no knowledge of him when they fight in the mansion, so it’s likely he was kept completely out of the loop on the greater plan apart from what his boss deigned to tell him. Additionally, he has no designs on Ichigo’s power, and seems unaware anyone else was getting any of it. He doesn’t have any contradicting personal familiarity with Ichigo like the others, either; he’s a punk kid fighting just another perfect stranger, per Tsukishima’s orders.

And then there’s Jackie.

She’s, to me, where things start to get complex. Because as Yukio says, Jackie hates her powers. She runs with the others to catch up to Kugo, but the entire time Giriko is waxing obnoxious about sharing, and then once she’s made stronger, she’s completely quiet. Somber. She doesn’t protest like Riruka, but it’s pretty obvious from her expressions that this isn’t especially what she wanted.

Yet, in a way, it is. She hates her Fullbring because it was useless to save her family. That association is never going to go away. But if she gets ahold of Ichigo’s power, this time it may be enough to protect Xcution. Jackie is the one at the end to propose the remaining three stick together. She’s the one who stopped to bury Giriko’s body when she came across it. Xcution makes up the people who are important to her, and even if she hates the thing that makes her one of them, she’s happy that she is one of them. She didn’t quite manage the same aloofness toward Ichigo that Yukio and Giriko did (she fought him one on one, after all), but loyalty most definitely compelled her to put any warmth she felt toward him on ice in the end.

And there may be something else she hints at, too, in this little moment she has with Renji.

This can be read one of two ways. In one, where Jackie means this literally, she’s simply wishing someone had come into her life sooner and saved her from her own cynicism.

The second way, however, it isn’t that Jackie hasn’t been saved. It’s just that, rather than it being by somebody like Renji, it was somebody like Kugo. Someone who she cares about, sure, and someone she understands. But in understanding him, it’s very easy to imagine she also sees his flaws, from his violent obsession with vengeance to his manipulative callousness. She says herself, at the end, that she realized the only thing that had ever tied the members of Xcution together was their shared experience as Fullbringers. They weren’t brought together out of a promise of a home, or a place to belong—Kugo recruited them all under him with a promise to give them the power the regular world has denied them.

And she mourns that. She wants things to be different, has been hoping for a thread of genuine connection with these others like her, and it’s why she asks Yukio if they can stick together a little longer, and why she’s moved when he replies the way he does. She knows what Kugo built wasn’t a place for warm fuzzies, but it’s all she has. It’s the only thing he could give her and the others, because of the way he is. But somebody like Renji? Someone who could show concern for not only a stranger, but an enemy; someone who doesn’t just surrender to a situation he can’t change; someone who won’t let go of his principles for anything? If she’d been saved by somebody like that instead, then she may have been in a completely different place. But here she is, and she’s not sorry she fought for it.

This brings me to Riruka, and the recurring theme that cropped up several times through this whole arc.

At first pass, her aim may seem to be inline with everyone else’s. She’s a part of Xcution, so she’s doing what they’ve all been directed to do. She’s isolated by her powers, but also identifies with them and takes some pride in the way they make her different. But where Yukio and Giriko have no qualms about their actions, and Jackie seems to have suppressed any misgivings she might’ve had, Riruka shows again and again that it’s weighing on her considerably. She’s forthright about not wanting Ichigo’s power. She tries to shut out Orihime’s attempts at friendship because she knows what’s coming. Her conscience is eating at her, and yet she still goes along with the plan.

She doesn’t want Ichigo’s power for herself, so why is she still ignoring her guilt and helping things along? What’s enough to make that worth it for her?

She tells us, twice.

First, to Rukia:

And then again, to Tsukishima:

You know, this is the one arc where one of Ichigo’s friends hasn’t been taken by an enemy. Ichigo, for once, doesn’t have to break into the Soul Society, or Hueco Mundo, or the Wandenreich to get anybody back. Yet somehow, over the course of the six volumes making up The Lost Agent, the concept of “saving” someone comes up six times (and that’s ignoring Yukio’s saving ability). Urahara saved everybody from Aizen. Ichigo saved Orihime from her pain. Ichigo saved the Soul Society.

Jackie wishes somebody like Renji had saved her. Kugo saved the Fullbringers from their isolation.

Ichigo saved Kugo.

I think we might be hitting on a common thread here.

And if you look at the scene where that last one is said:

“…Ichigo.”

Ding, ding, ding.

Everybody in Xcution knew the full scope of the plan from Day One. They all knew what Ichigo was, and they all knew what Kugo was. They knew why it was Ichigo he was going after, and each had their own reasons for their complicity. For Giriko and Yukio, this was a chance to make themselves more powerful. For Jackie, it was a means to gain the strength to protect her new family. For Shishigawara, it was what he was told to do. But what this moment suggests is that, in Riruka’s case, what she wanted wasn’t something for herself.

She says here, “We couldn’t save Ginjo.” And it’s all but a confession, isn’t it? To say you couldn’t, you have to have tried. You have to have wanted to. So was what Riruka wanted from all of this, to save Kugo?

She felt more guilt than anyone that they were lying to Ichigo. But for Kugo, the betrayed Deputy, he’s nothing less than the successor who got to be the hero. He’s a symbol of every injustice Kugo’s endured, and a reminder of everything he could’ve been if he’d just been given the chance. And there’s no doubt that, at the very least in the beginning, destroying Ichigo could sound like the closure he needed. If that was what it was going to take to grant some peace to the man who she feels saved her, and that felt like a big enough debt, then perhaps that was enough to overpower any of her doubts.

And, do you know what else is significant about this moment? Tsukishima listens, and stops.

He doesn’t care about Ichigo. He hasn’t had the same experience as everyone else (Kugo included), getting to know him over the past few days and seeing him for the person he is beyond being their target. And that’s assuming he would’ve had the capacity to feel anything genuine for him in the first place. He doesn’t let Ichigo go because Riruka has tapped some inner sense of morality Tsukishima has, or even because her defending him has somehow moved him. He stops because what she said is the truth, and it’s a truth he knows.

Because he wanted the same thing she did—to save Kugo. And in this brief moment of clarity, he sees Ichigo’s actions, Kugo’s death, as the salvation they’d failed to give him—salvation he, too, feels a strong desire to repay.

Remember how, when Riruka says all of this above, his mind goes to the day he and Kugo met?

He never calls it by that name, and from an outside perspective looking at the way he turned out, it may not seem like a positive thing. But he’s the same as the other Fullbringers.

He tried, too. He went along with the plan Kugo had decided on, because he too knew about Kugo’s Deputy past and certainly thought the same thing Riruka did—that it would be what he needed. Although…

…this isn’t the answer of someone who’s thrilled with the idea. Tsukishima’s emotional capacity doesn’t often expand beyond sadistic pleasure (his breakdown notwithstanding, obviously), and he has absolutely no problems backtalking to or outright refusing orders from Kugo. Yet here, he actually seems to be biting his tongue. Is it about the plan itself, how he knows it’s going to make Kugo hate him from the bottom of his heart? Or is it about the little ways Kugo has sabotaged his own odds, and the possible consequences? With him being the way he is, it’s difficult to say, but one thing stands true—he, himself, isn’t looking to gain anything from this.

When Kugo grants the other members of Xcution part of Ichigo’s stolen power, Tsukishima makes the case for giving some to Shishigawara, too. But notably, he never mentions getting any for himself; Kugo’s never shown giving any to him, not even along with the others; neither ever even brings it up, as if it wasn’t ever a question between them (and Book of the End is terrifying as it is, so this is probably for the best). There’s no motive of ambition for Tsukishima, beyond at most getting to have a little fun with his existing ability at Ichigo’s expense.

He plays his part in this entirely for Kugo’s sake.

Riruka knows what kind of person Tsukishima is better than the audience does. If talking him out of his vengeance was pointless, she wouldn’t have bothered trying to reason with him, especially not in the irrational state he was in. But she said what she did because she knew he would get it. And he does. He lets Ichigo be, and grieves the man he’s lost.

[I’m haunted even more by the dub’s treatment of her lines in that exchange; she says, “Face the facts. We couldn’t have stopped this.” It really feels like the inevitability or the necessity of Kugo’s death was a truth Riruka had come to accept along the way.]

[dreadsuitsamus]

ill | Kūgo Ginjō x Reader |

author's note: this has been in the drafts for a while and i finally got the right inspiration to finish it! this man just oozes sex appeal and charm and is magnetizing in the worst of ways and i'm addicted to him. this was initially inspired by "it makes me ill" by nsync lol i just think the jealousy aspect is very him and i loooooove a jealous man

pairing: kūgo ginjō x fem!reader

warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, nsfw, oral fem!receiving, fingering, a bit of a toxic relationship, cheating

Ginjō's in his element as people surround him, the thumping bass only propelling him to further move around and offer up some of his best smiles to the pretty ladies while his handsome cologne enchants them. He's not particularly hunting tonight, opting for a more casual evening with plenty of flirting to satisfy his ego instead, though naturally if an opportunity were to arise, he'd snatch it up in less time than it'd take for his heart to beat.

His smug, gorgeous smile is wiped clean off, however, as he's now left with quite the conundrum on his hands.

Kūgo Ginjō is nothing if not an informed man, and his tabs on you are quite kept. Breakup or not, he's aware of big changes in your life, and even the small ones. Your social media is still quite accessible to him, he's got friends everywhere— not to mention that smile of his is as dangerous as it is captivating. So, the man on your arm isn't news to him. He's got his name, address, and his job already scouted out as he lies in wait, daring the guy to cause you even a small amount of harm so he can ruin his life in every aspect imaginable, and then beat him to a pulp after.

But this is the first time Ginjō has seen you with your new boyfriend in person, and an ugly, green feeling morphs his features into something hard and angry. Simply put, the man is not good enough for you. No man is, not even himself, but that guy certainly isn't it. You're so pretty tonight, dressed in a sexy, royal blue dress that stops only midway down your thighs, and the twinkling of your jewelry in the light catches Ginjō's dark eyes just as much as your alluring figure does— all of it, the earrings, necklace and bracelets, Ginjō bought for you. Not a single piece of your outfit is new, and as Ginjō's eyes flick to the worthless schmuck you're dating, it doesn't surprise him that the man hasn't even got the sense to buy you even a cheap ring from Claire's, just to give you something new, just to try.

The guy has no style himself, and really no business at this party. He's there as your plus one. Put so simply, Kūgo Ginjō would never be caught so lacking.

Ginjō steels himself with a sinister, amused glint in his eye as he approaches with a smirk. You notice him first, and the way your mouth drops at the sight of your tall, strikingly handsome ex-boyfriend is quite pleasing to Ginjō, his ego stroked magnificently. "Small world.”

“Kūgo…” You blink in disbelief— has he gotten more handsome in your time apart?

His lips flash his prettiest, most gorgeous, panty-dropping smile; it’s never failed him once, especially not when he aimed it your way. It’s a low, dirty tactic against your absolutely clueless lover for sure— it’s just too bad that he doesn’t care. Playing by the rules and using above-board tactics didn’t get him where he’s at now, and it didn’t get you here either. After all, Kūgo was with someone else when you first met him, and just a few weeks later he was in your bed and soundly in love with you.

“Can I get you a drink?” He hums lowly, ignoring the way your boyfriend has been spluttering since he first approached you. He’s honestly quite irrelevant to tonight’s new plan, despite his role as the second biggest obstacle in his way.

The first would be swallowing that pill called pride and admitting that he was wrong.

“Um…” Nervously, you glance over at your boyfriend. The poor thing has intimidation written all over his features, and it’s frankly embarrassing in the face of your former lover. You knew this man could never match the power, the charisma, the charm and natural pull that Ginjō has, but this is bordering on pathetic. When seeking out a new man after your explosive breakup with Kūgo, you weren’t after a copy of the man at all, and it seemed that Charles was fairly ideal. He’s got a good job, he’s sweet to you… But he lacks the things that made your relationship with Kūgo so fun. What’s love without a little bit of toxicity? Where’s the rage a man should have in the face of another man flirting with his woman? The balls to tell Ginjō he should fuck right off and leave you both alone? Goodness, where is the energy in this man??

Nice guys are so boring.

Charles is lacking, but showing Kūgo that you’ve downgraded in his absence isn’t an option. Slipping your hand into Charles’ sweaty palm, you shake your head. “No thank you, Kūgo. It was nice to see you, though.”

Ginjō’s eyes narrow ever so slightly to only barely mask his anger. You’re going to play hard to get? As if you could last a night of his advances! The moment you’re separated from the schmuck, it’ll be game over and your nights will be spent in Kūgo’s bed once again. He never should have let you go in the first place, but the past isn’t for him to worry about; scouting and creating opportunities is all that’s on his mind as you walk away from him. He smirks to himself as he watches you swipe your palm over the fabric of your gorgeous dress: the night is long and you’ll be anticipating him. What sort of man is Kūgo Ginjō if not one to meet the expectations of a beautiful woman?

You’ll be quite ripe for the picking soon enough. For now, Ginjō retreats to the bar for a drink and the crowd of pretty ladies that beckon him closer.

The women surrounding Ginjō would all drop dead, should looks be able to kill. None of them could ever keep up with the man they’re hoping to sleep with, in the bedroom or otherwise. You’re almost petty enough to warn them that he’s a Scorpio, of all signs, as that alone would have nearly any woman running, you think. And it apparently did at some point, seeing as Ginjō initially lied about his birthday to you! That damn man thinks of everything…

Your leg bounces as you hug the wall of the room. Bringing Charles here was a mistake, but coming to an exclusive gathering alone wouldn’t be a good look. You knew Kūgo would be here tonight and that left you with what felt like no choice, though regret seeped into your bones from the very moment you laid eyes on that bastardly ex-boyfriend. You’d have been better off not coming at all; Kūgo is in your mind now. You know it, he knows it. He’ll tease all night long now, allow any random woman with a decently sized rack on his arm and buy all the drinks he wants to, all while knowing you’re bored in the corner without him. Why doesn’t he ever seem to lose?

“I’m going to the bathroom, love.” You murmur to Charles, pointedly heading in the direction opposite the lavatories, not that he’s able to make heads or tails of anything in this room right now. Poor thing, you should really just tell him to go home and that you’ll call in the morning at this rate. This isn’t his scene, he warned you of that after your invitation and yet you insisted things would be fine. How foolish of you to put him up against someone so far out of his league.

An empty balcony proves to be hard to find, but the fresh air cooling the embarrassment and nausea from the pit in your stomach makes the effort worth it once you’re all alone. The night is cold and dark, not even the moon or a single twinkling star in the sky now. Shivers rip through you, though the cold doesn't get the chance to settle into your bones as the sound of the balcony doors opening floods you with white-hot anticipation disguised as anxiety.

Strong hands cover your own as they curl over the balcony railing, a familiar, handsome cologne enveloping you as soft, sure lips start pressing kisses to your exposed back, slowly trailing them higher towards your shoulders and neck. Each press of his lips lingers against your hot skin, never pulling away before the next drag upwards. Goosebumps begin to cover you, each nerve lighting up when Ginjō next kisses you. Charles could never work you like this, not if he tried every day for the rest of his life. Pausing the trail of kisses to nip at your earlobe, Kūgo’s voice is low. “Come back to me.”

“Why the hell would I do that?” There isn’t enough heart behind your words and you know he knows it. He hurt you, absolutely, but the burning rage you felt then isn’t here now. Perhaps it’s the atmosphere, a result of the embarrassment you feel having brought along a man that could never be what you really want him to be. Only one man could be the one you want, the one you crave and desire even though he’s the worst-

Ginjō’s arms wrap around you tightly, tugging you back against his strong body, his lips pressed warmly to your cheek as he sways the both of you. “Because you want me.”

“Oh, really?” Your cheeks are hot as your heart thumps harshly against your ribs. “Your ego has you delusional, if you think that’s the case. Why would I want you when I have a boyfriend, hm? One that’s nice to me, one that treats me like a queen!”

Kūgo chuckles deeply. He expected a chase; he’d be disappointed if you didn’t make him work for it. “Tell me to leave, then.”

“Kiss my ass, Kūgo.”

“If you insist.” He hums, sinking to his knees before you can protest. Your dress is soon bunched up to your hips, that beautiful ass on display as Kūgo presses a kiss to each of your cheeks. Biting heartily, Kūgo runs his hands up and down the length of your smooth legs, squeezing at your thighs and calves and just under your rear with every pass.

Licking your lips, you turn around, Ginjō’s nose bumping the front of your thong as he inches closer. You should’ve known he’d take you literally. Hiking a leg over his shoulder, you grip the guard rail tightly. “Make yourself useful, since you’re already down there.” God knows you haven’t received even halfway decent head since the breakup with Kūgo, and he owes you at least that much. He's the one that ruined you for any other man to begin with— his sex appeal, charm, and frankly that phenomenal tongue work of his is far too powerful.

Ginjō chuckles darkly. “You said it yourself: You have a boyfriend. He can take care of you, can’t he?”

Huffing, you look away with a hot face. “You already know he can’t.”

“Obviously.” Kūgo wets his lips, tugging aside the thin bit of fabric covering your cunt. “But you know I had to hear you say it, baby.”

“Your mouth is too busy talking.” You gripe, threading your fingers into those dark locks of his. He allows you to guide him closer to your pussy and he inhales deeply at the scent of you, enjoying what he's found: This pretty cunt has been unhappy for far too long. It’s only fair he makes it right, being the cause of such dissatisfaction.

Licking a long, broad stripe over your slit, Kūgo’s quick in remedying the situation. He’s deep in the taste of you, growling through the licks and slurps as he services the need he’s created. And as much as he owes this to you, as much as it’s his fault… The idea creeps into his head that you let someone else, a loser, a schmuck, touch what’s his. Even though it wasn’t good, you let that man try and take what’s Kūgo’s.

Two thick fingers prod your entrance, the slick of your own creation mixed with Ginjo's saliva allowing them easy access inside of your tight heat. He moves them at a punishing pace, pumping as his breath fans over your clit with every filthy word he spits. “You missed this, hm? Juicy pussy just can't get what it needs from anyone else; especially not that dork downstairs. Serves you fucking right. You thought giving away what's mine would work out in your favor. Shame on you, babygirl. Should've stayed, should've let me make it right… You know I'm good for it.”

Your fingers clench the steel railing that holds you up, the cold metal harshly chilling your sensitive palms. You'd forgotten just how good it feels to have someone between your legs, to have Kūgo Ginjō on his knees before you and servicing you as you deserve. It's a mere start in this apology sex tour, but unsurprisingly he's starting strong. “‘S all your fucking fault, asshole… You're the one that didn't make time for me, the one that embarrassed me and let me down!”

Kūgo’s lips wrap around your clit, suckling while his tongue flicks at the sensitive bud. Your moans echo into the chilly night as you toss your head back and shake against your ex's face. His mouth and fingers work in perfect tandem on your cunt, pushing you to the cusp of orgasm…

And then he pulls away, standing up and slowly rubbing the pads of his fingertips against your clit, ruining the pace of your oncoming orgasm. Looping his arm around your waist, his lips find your ear as he whispers quietly, chillingly even. You can feel just how angry he is now; he'd beat that poor man downstairs to a pulp if he ever saw him within a mile radius of you again, or worse.

“You tried to piss me off, to spite me, and look where you ended up. Getting finger-fucked on a balcony, by the man you left, while the loser you thought would replace me hyperventilates in a corner downstairs. What did we learn, baby?”

“That you're the s-same bastard you've always been… And don't t-think I'll forget about what you did.”

Ginjō levies a hefty smack to your pussy before backing away again, this time turning for the door entirely and leaving your dripping cunt in the cold. Turning his head as his palm settles on the handle, his mouth glistens in the moonlight with that devious, gorgeous smirk plastered over his face. “Come to bed tonight and you will.”

He's not even halfway down the hall before you're by his side again, leaving the party the way you should've come in: hand-in-hand, together and with no thought lent towards any other.

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if reqs are still open, wwould it be possible to get some... relationship/romance headcanons for my loml kugo ginjou...? thank you for running such an amazing blog, i honestly love your characterizations for everyone and you're so fun to watch interacting with your followers 🥰

thank you, friend. hearing that makes my heart soft tbh!! please accept these humble hc’s! idk why i seperated ‘relationship’ and ‘romance’. I think I just wanted to write more head canons lmao. also...oops he’s a yandere!

Kugo Ginjo:

Relationship:

You’ll need incredible patience to get to a point where he’ll feel comfortable being truthful and vulnerable with you. Kugo holds an incredible amount of distrust and pessimism toward people, including those he’s closest to--perhaps even more towards those he loves, because he knows their wants and understand what they would gain from wronging him.

His desire to be genuinely close to you paired with his refusal to be vulnerable, especially at first, makes him act hot and cold. He’ll force himself to not text you for a week to ‘test your motives’. Shit like that.

Needless to say, his relationships don’t last long. His behavior scares off most people looking for an actual relationship and others are quick to label him as an asshole or fuck boy (which is fair) and ghost him after the one night stand/first date. The fact that you’re not perturbed enough to leave might raise his hackles a bit, on top of his trust issues, honestly. What’s your scheme? Your angle? How are you trying to use him, the way he uses others?

It’s not hard to see why he GETS so many dates, though. Not mentioning his good looks, he’s quick with his wit, an active listener, and smells like danger and leather. His skill with manipulation was never something he needed to work for, after all. He’s always had a natural charm.

He’ll pull some faux savior scheme to make you feel indebted to him, if he feels things are starting to get serious. A staged mugging, probably. If you owe him on some level, you’re less likely to leave him.

At this point in his life, he’s old enough to know that searching your phone will just get him dumped, but the urge to do so crawls under his skin a lot. Will absolutely ask what you’re doing if he sees you typing and act like he’s just bored and wanting to talk.

Romance:

He likes having an arm draped over your shoulder or snug around your middle. Standing behind you, his arms folded around your waist and his chin resting on your scalp or shoulder is also a favorite. It sends a message that you’re taken but more importantly it feels comforting. Win/win.

Kugo loves taking you places. His favorite date is one where he needs to buy tickets or get a reservation. Whether its a concert, movie, amusement park, museum, or hipster or themed cafe, he’s already signed you up. Better have a job with great flexibility.

He’ll start calling you cliched or simply horrendous pet names ironically, with a smug grin plastered on his face. ...And then not be able to stop. Any teasing when he calls you ‘buttercup’ in a serious, tender moment will earn you a noogie. 

Teasing and bickering are his love languages. Messing up your hair is how he says ‘I love you; have a good day’. Calling you a hopeless sap and laughing when you smack him is his way of saying ‘I love you so much right now’. And him smacking your ass every. single. time. you walk by is his beautiful way of saying ‘nice ass’.

Things that annoy you in a ‘hysterically laughing while giggling the word stop’ way are his go to greetings. He went to lick sauce from your cheek once and landed on your nose instead, for instance. Something about your reaction just spoke to him, so he does it almost daily just to see you wipe away his spit and whine about it.

If you think you can escape Kugo making out with you in front of all the fullbringers, you’re wrong. Even better if you’re on his lap. Not only is he torturing all his lovable goons, but he’s got his tongue shoved down your throat. Why bother ever saying ‘hello’ when he can just play tonsil hockey?

He’s quite possessive. After a certain point, after he’s let down so many walls, you’re his. There’s no ‘oops we’re drifting apart’. He doesn’t give up on the people he loves even when he doesn’t like them anymore. Look at all his fullbringers--he can’t stand some of them, but he loves them.

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No Sweet Dream

Pairing:  Kujo Ginjo x Fem Reader 

First time writing for Ginjo, so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Not helping with Ichigo's fullbring training, the reader is challenged by her close friend Ginjo, despite never seeing her fullbring, Sweet Dream. Getting to see for himself by taking a different direction, Ginjo learns that it's different from what it seems...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) swearing, lingerie, Unprotected sex, bondage, toys, daddy kink, pet names (foxy & baby) Powers (the reader basically controls a dream world)

Word Count: 1.6k

"Come on, Giriko! I've only had one!"

"I'm cleaning up the bar for the night. That's your last one," Giriko stuck to, leaving after washing his hands, leaving Ginjo disappointed:

"You're a real buzz kill, you know that?"

Finishing my drink and watching Giriko leave, I used the quickness that came with my fullbring, snatching a bottle for us to share as I could use another drink too, whispering:

"Keep it hidden, alright?"

"Way to go, foxy," He winked, chuckling while pouring some into his cup under the bar.

Not responding, I took it next and got some for myself.

"So, you going to help Ichigo during his next training session? You're the only one who hasn't." Trying to make small talk, I laughed at his question, mumbling:

"You think that kid would stand a chance? No way, Ginjo."

"Hey, tough challenges will make him stronger," He insisted, trying to persuade me, "And your fullbring will surely make him stronger."

"How would you know? You've never even been inside of Sweet Dream," My fullbring was called Sweet Dream, but it was nothing sweet, meeting his eyes with seriousness, "It's far from a sweet dream. Just know that. Ichigo can't handle it."

"You're right, I haven't seen Sweet Dream," Chugging down his drink and leaning over, he was confidently smirking, "That can always change, you know?"

"I'm not in the mood," I groaned, still sipping my drink, side-eyeing him as he began to challenge me:

"Afraid your sweet little dreams will get crushed if I step in?"

"Don't make me laugh," Rolling my eyes; I was becoming tempted, warming from his arm wrapping around my hip, whispering into my ear:

"If you don't wanna face me, how about we make it live up to its name, huh?"

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into," Leaning closer and delivering back the same vibe, whispering sexily, "Because I'm no sweet dream, but I am one hell of a night. I doubt you can handle it."

"I can handle anything you throw at me, foxy," Noses nuzzling; he didn't even realize what was happening, stumbling off his stool as everything changed around him. Confused, he looked around to see that we weren't in our hideout anymore. Not a clue as to where we were, but in a bedroom that was lit by candles, back facing a silk-covered bed, jumping slightly when my hands found his shoulders:

"What's the matter, big daddy?"

His head quickly turned to find me, eyes widening with lust as I was now in a black lingerie set, a garter belt, and stockings to match, letting me slide his jacket off his shoulders, rubbing and preparing him for a twist:

"Like what you see, huh?"

"How'd you-" Wondering how things were changing so quickly, he instead swallowed his words, eyes scanning me up and down, giving into his thoughts, "Looking really foxy, baby."

Turning around and pulling me close, his lips were inching towards mine, but he was struck with more confusion, suddenly on the bed, wearing nothing but his boxers and pendant, watching me crawl towards him.

"In this little world, we do things my way," I addressed, needing to make another change as he grew antsy, using his hips to fling me up closer to him.

"What the-?" Looking up, his hands bound to the metal bed frame with leather straps, quickly looking back at me when I threw some attitude:

"Do I have to repeat myself?"

His shock and confusion started to settle down while a grin formed on his face, "Didn't know you were so kinky."

"You could learn a lot if you weren't so impatient," I teased, straddled and grinding against his growing erection, feeling his length, "There's nothing wrong with taking our time."

"Suppose you're not wrong," Shifting his legs, I could tell that he wanted more of what I was doing, humming at the kisses that I started placing along his neck, hands running across his broad chest and warning:

"I'm taking my sweet time. You're in for it since you didn't even let me explain the rules."

"The rules? Ngh-" Caught off guard again, he hissed at the sudden vibrating between our sensitive areas, keeping it right against his shaft, feeling his leg cramp while I was pleasing myself with my small toy.

"Shh, I'm feeling myself right now," I cooed, continuing to please myself against the vibrator, making sure his cock felt it, too, still grinding softly and letting him hear my soft moans.

"C'mon, Y/N," Murmured out from his trapped lip, his hands struggling above his head. Showing some mercy, I slowed down:

"Gonna let me say what I have to say? It is important, after all."

"Yeah, go ahead," Still biting his lips, he met my gaze and listened to my explanation:

"Whatever comes to my mind becomes a reality in here. That's why I'm a tough opponent. You can't get out unless I let you or if I'm unconscious, but you have an advantage if you use it right."

"That right?"

Making the toy disappear, I sat up straight, holding up three fingers and informing, "You get three wishes. That's why I call it Sweet Dream. It can be a sweet dream in this world if you use them wisely. So, tell me what you wish for, honey."

"I only need two in this situation," He smirked, questioning his logic but following along:

"Two for you then."

"First, untie me," His smirk kept growing as I snapped my fingers, and his arms were freed, looking with a cocked eyebrow for his second wish, "And second, you can't tie me up anymore."

"Your wishes are set," Massaging away the tension from his shoulders, I was ready to take things to the next level, "Now, let's have some fun."

His speed and strength were impressive when he took me by the hips, slamming me on my back, some of his hunger fed with our lips smacking together, hands tearing my panties and stockings.

"You said earlier that you were one hell of a night," With an intense tone, he was now naked, hand between our thighs, showing just how strong he was when he took my wrists with one hand, keeping me pinned without even being able to wiggle, "You better live up to that."

"Damn," I was already whining at how far I was being stretched as he pushed his cock into me, taking it slow but feeding me every inch till our hips met, "Damn!"

"You can take it, baby," Rolling our hips together, his tip was surely nudging my cervix, not even bothering to distract myself from the pleasure that quickly began to feel immense.

"Calling you big daddy was fitting, huh?" I joked, giggling till a monstrous thrust about smacked my soul out of my body, moaning filthily at it.

"I'm gonna be your daddy after this," He growled into my ear, groaning with his thrusts, tearing off my bra and biting my breasts, the coldness of his hanging pendant against my skin making me whine more since I was burning up.

"Make me cum then, Daddy," Grabbing his chain and pulling him into a kiss, the bubble of pleasure was ready to pop, and I still had more in store for him, just needed this high first.

Keeping those powerful thrusts, the wind from it blew out some candles near us, truly having me screaming when that bubble rippled, exploding and drenching his thighs, making me cry out:

"Fuck, Ginjo!"

"Good girl," He purred, chuckling just to gasp from my sudden disappearance. On his back again, he hissed at the feeling of my walls swallowing him in again, looking to see my back facing him, but riding his cock, "Almost forgot you can do this crazy shit."

"Crazy?" I hummed, sitting down on his cock, looking back, and his pupils focused on how my eyes sparkled, noticing the trigger for when things in my world changed, "What do you think about this?"

For me? I moaning so loudly, bouncing on his cock with all the speed I could forge, still soaked from my first orgasm and getting us messier.

But for him? Everything was nearly slow motion, moans sweet and angelic echos, seeing every inch absorbed into me, watching agonizingly slow, but still feeling the pleasure from it at the actual speed I was moving, the look in his eyes showing how much it was testing his patience.

"You like that, Daddy?" Looking back again, he was too focused on how my ass bounced off his hips, biting his lip hard while finding the strength to cup my ass, jaw dropping when he even spanked me, the jolt making my walls spasm then clench hard, instantly making his cock throb.

"So lucky I like it, ngh-" Taking the trims of my stockings, they were tearing at every seam from him pulling me back onto his cock.

I was impressed by the fact that he could do that with the way his world was moving; sure he forgot about how hard it would hit him now that I was moving even quicker, my chest falling to the bed with a sharp arch of my back, smiling but moaning as I heard one from him, creaming and soaking his cock again with a second, more intense orgasm.

"Oh my god," Huffing with my words, the feeling of his cock thbing inside of me was too good, "You're too fucking good. I don't wanna stop."

"You don't have to," He chuckled out, panting, "Like I'm gonna complain about you on my dic-; Fuck!"

His head fell back into the pillows, but his eyes still fixated on me, his cock slipping out while carefully beginning to milk him, seed shooting all over my ass, slicking downward while I flashed a worn-out smile at him.

"You bad, bad girl," There was a fire in his eyes, like he wanted more, growing as I giggled:

"I thought you knew that I was far from innocent." 

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I’m so sorry for Nishika-

[unohanadaydreams]

Could we have some headcanons about Ginjo, anything that comes to your mind is great!!! 💜 btw love your blog it's awesome

Yes ofc! The fullbringer arc was so weird I feel like they tend to get overlooked a lot lmao.

Kugo Ginjo:

There are probably plenty of times where he’s being completely sincere about something and no one around him believes it (no matter how simple or convoluted his words are), because of his penchant for being such a manipulative ass. Like, he’ll tell you the food was great and you’ll glare at him for 5 minutes from 10 different angles because you’ve seen him say that about some of the worst food you’ve ever consumed and who’s to say this isn’t one of those times? Like, he dug his own grave with that, but I’m sure he sees the silver lining and uses it as license to say really off the wall shit just to see which way people are swayed to believe. (Like, imagine Kakashi Hatake levels of “I got lost on the road of life” except people stop and wonder if Ginjo is serious or not)

He probably goes to a lot of underground concerts and enjoys the close knit communities they bring. He’s very anti-establishment from his takes on SS and his style definitely leans toward it. I feel it in my bones that this guy gets drunk as hell jumping up and down to blaring music in small basement venues to relieve stress and then just runs down random streets afterwards until he can’t anymore and looks up at the sky, hoping to see as many stars as possible past the city light pollution, feeling SO alive.

How he got his powers is never officially explained (from what I can remember. I looked it up and SoiFon takes a guess) and honestly, I can’t say I believe he was able to kill so many soul reapers that SS never noticed? Like, I get why Aizen, a respected member of SS was able to fool people, but a human with shinigami powers? I’m sure that’s something Kubo just didn’t want to throw too much thought at, but I feel like he was probably given power similarly to how Rukia gave Ichigo power and probably the reason it’s outlawed. He probably had hopes to genuinely join the soul reapers but between his dislike for how things were ran and the general disregard he was probably given, he went rogue. I think if the arc had been allowed to go a little differently (and not turned into such a ‘MUAHAHA IM HERE TO KILL YOU AND EVERYONE YOU LOVE ICHIGO HAHA’) Ginjo would’ve been a really nice foil to Ichigo; the disillusioned protector past the point of having faith in SS and the protector on his way to disillusionment who can’t seem to let go of his faith in SS. I think Ginjo’s goal would’ve been a lot more interesting and set up plot points revealed in the last arc better if it had been ‘to poison Ichigo and company against SS’ instead of the vague and odd ‘just get shinigami powers back’. (If he wanted to be a shinigami so bad, he could’ve just died….you can’t tell me he OVERLOOKED that)

He genuinely wants to help people and does so, but I think he’s a person who can’t be truthful or vulnerable to those even a little close to him and ends up ruining what actual relationship they had that was built off of his initial good intentions. Because, he sort of sucks up close. His relationships with many of his Fulbringer seemed really strained for the most part, with most of them not really knowing where they stood with him and it’s all his fault! He is distrustful and views relationships as “I give them this, so they give me that”, which only serves to further make him feel alone and disempowered. Truly, his own worst enemy.

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All Gotei Divisions HCs

5th Division HCs

8th Division HCs

Izuru Kira as new Yachiru AU

No Aizen AU

Retsu Unohana’s motivations for forming Gotei 13 theories

Chikane Iba theories + analysis

Royal Guard general theories + HCs

CFYW novel info theory + HC (Mayuri + Urahara)

Bleach characters in Narutoverse AU

Ulquiorra dragon symbolism analysis/theory

Mayuri Kurotsuchi character/zanpakuto analysis/theory

Mayuri Kurotsuchi character analysis/theory

(nsfw) who fucks and who doesn't among the captains HCs

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Shunsui Kyoraku

React to falling in love HC

Shipped with Jushiro relationship HCs

(nsfw) Fan of squirting HC

React to reader getting lost HC

(nsfw) Threesome w/reader + Jushiro Ukitake TP

Nanao Ise

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

Soi Fon

React to falling in love HC

React to reader getting lost HC

What does she bring to the lake HC

Marechiyo Omaeda

Gin Ichimaru

Reader left behind after Gin’s death HCs

React to reader getting lost HC

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

(nsfw) Edging as punishment TP

Izuru Kira

(nsfw) Fan of squirting HC

Izuru in the 11th Division Scene

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

Falling in love and flirting HCs

Retsu Unohana

Relationship HCs

React to reader getting lost HC

 (nsfw) Doctor w/reader patient meme HCs

(nsfw) ties reader up TP

general + analytical HCs

Isane Kotetsu

React to falling in love HC

Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

React to reader getting lost HC

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

Hanataro Yamada

Sosuke Aizen

React to reader getting lost HC

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader + Shinji Hirako meme HCs

(nsfw) Doctor w/reader patient meme HCs

Momo Hinamori

Byakuya Kuchiki

React to falling in love HC

(nsfw) Relationship HCs

React to reader getting lost HC

Falls for shy reader HCS

(nsfw) Shipped with Jushiro relationship HCs

Reader has overprotective brothers HCs

First time seeing reader dressed up Scene

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

Quarantine w/ MALE reader meme HCs

Being a father to a son HCs

Renji Abarai

Reader angry their brother is hurt HCs

Realizes he’s in love with reader Scene

Reaction to reader being a quincy HCs

Finds out reader cheated on him HCs

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

(nsfw) Doctor w/patient!reader meme HCs

Sajin Komamura

React to reader getting lost HC

(nsfw) fem!reader begs him to breed her TP

(nsfw) Who in the Seireitei is a werewolf fucker?

Tetsuzaemon Iba

React to falling in love HC

React to reader getting lost HC

Kaname Tosen

React to reader getting lost HC

Shuhei Hisagi

(nsfw) kinktober choking reader Scene

Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

(nsfw) Angry sex TP

Toshiro Hitsugaya

React to falling in love HC

React to reader getting lost HC

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

summer ficlet + fireflies + fluff

Rangiku Matsumoto

(nsfw) Fan of squirting HC

Kenpachi Zaraki

React to falling in love HC

React to reader getting lost HC

Reader angry their brother is hurt HCs

Falling for a badass reader HCs

(nsfw) Relationship w/reader HCs

Dealing with Yachiru being “gone” HCs

First kiss w/reader + how he kisses HCs

React to reader dying HCs

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

(nsfw) Predator w/reader prey TP

(nsfw) eating pussy w/fem!reader TP

summer ficlet + watermelon + fluff

Yachiru Kusajishi

Dealing with being “gone” HCs

Ikkaku Madarame

(nsfw) Relationship w/reader + Yumichika HCs

Yumichika Ayasegawa

(nsfw) Relationship w/reader + Ikkaku HCs

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

Mayuri Kurotsuchi

React to falling in love HC

React to reader getting lost HC

(nsfw) Getting first blowjob from reader Scene

First kiss w/reader Scene + how he kisses HCs

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

*dubcon/unhealthy relationship* relationship w/reader TP

Nemu Kurotsuchi

Akon

Cowokers meme him HC

Falls in love w/bubbly reader HCs

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

Jushiro Ukitake

Shipped with Shunsui relationship HCs

React to reader getting lost HC

(nsfw) Shipped with Byakuya relationship HCs

React to having twin boys + one is bedridden HCs

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

(nsfw) Threesome w/reader + Shunsui Kyoraku TP

hurt & comfort w/fem!reader scene

Kaien Shiba

Rukia Kuchiki

React to falling in love HC

React to reader getting lost HC

What does she bring to the lake HC

Kiyone Kotetsu

Sentaro Kotsubaki

(∞ ❛ั ⊝❛ั ) Royal Guard (∞ ❛ั ⊝❛ั )

Tenjiro Kirinji

(nsfw) Bullies fem!reader TP

Kirio Hikifune

Oetsu Nimaiya

Senjumaru Shutara

Ichibe Hyosube

(∞ ❛ั ⊝❛ั ) Visoreds (∞ ❛ั ⊝❛ั )

Shinji Hirako

React to falling in love HC

React to reader getting lost HC

Reaction to reader being a quincy HCs

Reaction to seeing reader after 100 years in Karakura Town HCs

Catching up with reader after 100 years HCs

Reader comforting his hurt Scene

React to reader dating Aizen after he “died” HCs

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader + Sosuke Aizen meme HCs

(nsfw) Doctor w/patient!reader meme HCs

Rose Otoribashi

React to falling in love HC

React to reader getting lost HC

Reaction to seeing reader after 100 years in Karakura Town HCs

What kind of BF to reader is he HC

Sweet reunion with past love reader Scene

Kensei Muguruma

React to falling in love HC

React to reader getting lost HC

Reaction to reader being a quincy HCs

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

Relationship with shy/flustered reader HCs

Love Aikawa

Hiyori Sarugaki

Lisa Yadomaru

React to falling in love HC

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

React to reader getting lost HC

Mashiro Kuna

(nsfw) Fan of squirting HC

Hachigen Ushoda

(∞ ❛ั ⊝❛ั ) Urahara Shoten + Rukongai Rebels (∞ ❛ั ⊝❛ั )

Kisuke Urahara

React to reader getting lost HC

His daughter HCs

Yoruichi Shihoin

React to reader getting lost HC

What does she bring to the lake HC

Yushiro Shihoin Tessai Tsukabishi Jinta Hanakari Ururu Tsumugiya Kukaku Shiba Ganju Shiba

(∞ ❛ั ⊝❛ั ) Karakura Gang + Humans (∞ ❛ั ⊝❛ั )

Ichigo Kurosaki

Friends w/ Uryuu pre-arrancar arc Scene

 (nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

(nsfw) Hichigo pleasures reader TP

(nsfw) Doctor w/patient!reader meme HCs

Relationship with shy/flustered reader HCs

Orihime Inoue

BROTP w/ Chad HCs

Uryu Ishida

Reaction to reader being a quincy HCs

Friends w/ Ichigo pre-arrancar arc Scene

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

Sado Chad Yasutora

Reaction to reader being a quincy HCs

BROTP w/ Orihime HCs

First kiss w/ reader Scene + general kisses HCs

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

(nsfw) Doctor w/reader patient meme HCs

 Yandere w/reader HCs

(nsfw) Sweet but Wild in bed TP

Kon

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

Ryuken Ishida

(nsfw) Doctor w/reader patient meme HCs

Isshin Kurosaki

(nsfw) eating pussy w/fem!reader TP

Yuzu Kurosaki Karin Kurosaki Tatsuki Arisawa Keigo Asano Mizuho Asano Mizuiro Kojima Chizuru Honsho

(∞ ❛ั ⊝❛ั ) Arrancar (∞ ❛ั ⊝❛ั )

       Espada:

Yammy Llargo Coyote Starrk

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

Lilynette Gingerbuck Baraggan Louisenbairn Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck Tier Harribel

(nsfw) Fan of squirting HC

Ulquiorra Cifer/Schiffer Nnoitra Gilga

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

Luppi Antenor Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

(nsfw) Fan of squirting HC

Reader angry their brother is hurt HCs

Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

(nsfw) summer ficlet + moon + sweet smut

Zommari Rureaux Szayelaporro Granz Aaroniero Arruruerie

       Fraccion + Other:

Wonderweiss Margela Ggio Vega Tesra Lindocruz Emilou Apacci Cyan Sung-Sun Franceska Mila Rose Yylfordt Granz Di Roy Rinker

(∞ ❛ั ⊝❛ั ) Fullbringer (∞ ❛ั ⊝❛ั )

Kugo Ginjo

General HCs

Shukuro Tsukishima Riruka Dokugamine Girko Kutsuzawa Moe Shishigawara Yukio Hans Vorarlberna Jackie Tristan

(∞ ❛ั ⊝❛ั ) Quincy (∞ ❛ั ⊝❛ั )

Yhwach Jugram Haschwalth

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

Bazz B Kang Du Candice Catnipp Bambietta Basterbine Giselle Gewelle

(nsfw) Quarantine w/reader meme HCs

Liltotto Lamperd Meninas McAllon As Nodt Gremmy Thoumeaux Askin Nakk Le Vaar Quilge Opie Lille Barro BG9