#ishida uryu x reader

[satsugacafe]

𝐀𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭!𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐔𝐫𝐲𝐮 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hello! Is it okay to request NSFW alphabets? If yes, would you do Adult!Uryu? Thank you!

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: For all the Uryu lovers out there, hope you all enjoy this! Thank you for the request anon :)

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, 18+ content, all 26 letters of the alphabet

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare comes naturally for Uryu, and he treats it with the same level of dedication he puts into sex. Having such a keen eye for details, he would immediately notice any signs of exhaustion, overstimulation, or discomfort in you. In these moments, he’s extremely soft-tongued and gentle as he shuffles around the room retrieving water or running a bath for you, or even the pure comfort of being in his arms. He isn’t overly cuddly or talkative, choosing to let his actions speak by drawing the blanket over you, adjusting the pillows, massaging your body or tracing the area where faint marks were left behind. Of course, he would ask if you were alright and required anything outside of what he was providing.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His most prized body part would be his hands. Those long, slender, fingers that worked so hard on the battlefield and meticulously when crafting a new piece of clothing, were the same fingers that undid you. He revelled in the fact that a simple brush of his fingers against your skin left you shivering and yearning for more. And the sight of his finger sinking into your flesh when he grips you, is perhaps, one of his favourite sights.

On you, he would enjoy your neck and collarbone. The ability to brush his lips over the area and feel your pulse jumping or increasing or leaving behind a trail of goosebumps—he likes that. More specifically, it’s the vulnerability behind the area that brings about a thrill of excitement for him, always having his lips attached to those areas and leaving one or two hickeys behind.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Clean, meticulous, and to the point. He wasn’t a sloppy person when he was releasing his cum, preferring to hold you closely and ensuring that he was still buried to the hilt just as he spilt himself inside. If he doesn’t cum inside your heat, he’ll finish in your mouth should you choose to suck him off. And should any spill out, he’d wipe it up with his fingers and guide it to your lips to clean up your mess—if you were into that, otherwise, he’d use a tissue and help you clean up. His cum volume wasn’t a lot like others, but it’s a decent amount that would still leave you feeling content after he spills himself inside.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Restraint and control. Something he never spoke about openly but had often thought about in private. It wasn’t about domination in a crude or forceful way, but rather the thrill of holding back his own desire while making you unravel completely beneath him. He’s fantasised about scenarios where he could tease with relentlessly with his skilled fingers, bringing you to the edge over and over again only to deny you the release you desperately craved. Just the idea of you pleading for him, completely at his mercy and trembling under his touch adds fuel to the fire. But he also enjoys it when you push him past his reserved self-control, wanting him to snap and abandon all restraints.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

We know that he doesn’t have any past partners, however, it didn’t mean that he was squirmish. Uryu approached intimacy like he did with everything—careful precision and attention to detail. He was a fast learner, keenly observing every reaction you gave him and adjusting accordingly. He would quickly understand the right amount of pressure to give you in certain areas, where and how to touch you and your responses to his delicate touch. At the same time, he still displayed humility and never boasted or assumed to know everything.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Not an ostentatious individual and prefers to settle for simpler positions he knows would work well for his comfort and yours. One of his favourites was the classic missionary but with a twist. He liked having your leg hooked over his shoulder, allowing him to thrust deeper while keeping you close. It gave him the perfect view to observe all your expressions, to easily press kisses along your throat and whisper praises against your skin.

He also enjoyed it when you rode him, whether he was sitting or lying down, he liked seeing you on top, taking control. The way your hands would rest against his chest while you tossed your head back as you rode till thy kingdom come at your preferred pace. At the same time, as much as you had your dominance, his hands were always on your waist, guiding you in a subtle way that silently reminded you he was still very much in control.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Nope, not at all. He isn’t the type of person to joke around during sex. However, knowing that he has a very…dry sense of humour and witty remarks, he liked to use it to tease you during sex when his sense of playfulness and warmth manifested. Often teasing you with a smirk when you were trying to catch your breath or gasping at something he did that caught you off guard. Even then, he was still focused, using his humour to bring an air of light teasing, rather than breaking it with laughter.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He does not joke when it comes to hygiene. His hair is neatly trimmed, not completely shaved off, but trimmed nice and low. Even before you entered the picture, his hair was always kept low. He’s well aware of how discomforting it can be to get hair in your mouth whenever you’re going down on him—as much as it can’t be avoided, he still tries to keep himself groomed to reduce the chances.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

For all his cold and detached demeanour in public, Uryu was sinfully intimate and passionate when it came to sex. Behind closed doors, every kiss, every caress, felt as though he was worshipping the precious and beautiful person in his life. He took care when learning about your body with the same care he placed towards his sewing.

To him, blindly chasing pleasure was never his goal. Instead, learning your body, memorising the curve of your spin, the way your breath hitched when he touched certain spots, the tiny details that made you unique. Give him eye contact, hold hands, let your bodies press against one another and feel the shift in his muscles or erratic beating of his heart. He simply enjoyed being as close to you as possible.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Self-pleasure was rare for him, but he had his moment when he couldn’t resist locking his office and rocking back in his chair to indulge. Either you visited him and riled him up, leaving him wanting more, or sent him some provocative picture, voice note or text that he couldn’t get out of his head. And whenever he did indulge, he tried not to spend much time, wanting it to be quick and over, allowing his touch to be fleeting and preferring if it was you instead of him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

His kinks are pretty surprisingly intense for someone so reserved, but then again, reserved people do have eye-catching kinks. His first kink up for discussion would be power dynamics and control. He enjoyed exercising restraint, holding himself back until you were a desperate trembling mess beneath him. He wants to listen to you begging, knowing that he is the one in control of what happens next.

Another kink of his was lingerie. He has an eye for elegance, so if you ever wore something designed to entice him—lace, silk, stockings, corsets—he would absolutely lose his mind. It was a weak spot he wouldn’t readily admit to, but his actions would speak volumes the moment they stepped into his view.

There’s also sensory play, gravitating towards the use of blindfolds and restraints with silk ties. The idea of seeing you tied and blindfolded, needy and dripping as you whine for him, attempting to seek him out while he hovered nearby, smirking at how desperate you were for his touch. He uses this moment to tease you endlessly, drawing out each touch and leaving you hypersensitive, yet craving more.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Private and intimate setting, somewhere he wouldn’t be interrupted and could place all his focus on you without distractions. The bedroom is always the number one spot, also the destination where all that he required was within his reach. More pillows, more silk, or perfect lighting to set the mood. However, there is an exception despite his love for order. A thrill for being caught off guard, in having his normally composed self completely unravelled in a moment of unexpected passion. A secluded training ground, a dimly lit hallway where you barely had time to undress, even against a wall when urgency overtook you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Confidence. Intelligence. Control. Just a few of what gets him going. Seeing you proving that you weren’t just another fleeting distraction, a well-placed tease, a knowing smirk, challenging him which would leave him wanting more—the art of seduction basically. If you could get under his skin and leave his mind as heated as his body, hook, line and skin.

That isn’t to say that he was immune to physical play. Whisper against his ear, run your fingers through his hair, scrap your nails against his scalp, wander your fingers across his chest or skin, send him a pic or text of you in your finest wear designed just for him, and watch as he slowly loses his composure. They made his unravel faster than he’d like to admit.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No degradation, humiliation, extreme pain play, and excess voyeurism. None of that at all.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

When it comes to giving, he would use his lips and tongue with wicked precision, and his glasses—yes, they stay on—would be fogged as he placed all his focus and attention on the way you gasped and moaned. He took his time, enjoying every reaction he pulled from you, and didn’t stop until you were thoroughly satisfied, probably shaking from the overstimulation. He’s not messy, preferring to keep things with an air of control as his face is buried between your legs. You can rub your fingers through his silky hair, tugging and guiding—he likes it when you give his hair tugs, guiding him to where you want him most and how you wish to be pleasured.

As for receiving, he wasn’t the type to demand it but greatly appreciated it when you offered. At first, he tries his best to maintain his composure, not wanting to appear like a man losing himself in the throes of pleasure, but the subtle lip biting, brows furrowing and heavy breathing says otherwise. Of course, there comes a moment when you would push him, and all restraints are broken. His hand would grip your hair or cradle your head, head tossed back as ragged groans left his lips. He does try his best not to be rough and push your head, allowing you the control to do your thing.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s mostly a slow and deep type of person since he usually assigned intimacy with being something more than just the act, wanting to commit to every memory of you and draw out the moment. But that’s not to say Uryu doesn’t have his days when he’s rough, pinning you down or tying your wrists as he snaps his hips hard and fast into you. There’s a primal hunger in his actions as he drives into you, muttering about how ‘good you feel’ or how you ‘being such a tease.’

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not fond of quickies since he enjoys taking his time and fully savouring the experience, but we all know that you’re someone who enjoys teasing and making him frustrated. There are going to be moments when you two are pressed against a wall in some quiet corridor, in his office or in a random room, hands fumbling at each other’s clothes. You could see how he was resisting falling under your spell, but hearing your whimpers and needy moans pushed him to take you deep and fast, lips swallowing your gasps with every thrust.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He isn’t against risk once it doesn’t cause harm and pain, but he requires time to adjust when you come to him with them. The furthest I can see him going is with blindfolds, restraints, sensory deprivation and a simple impact play (spanking). When it comes to risky locations, apart from the random room, empty corridor and his office, if you’re in Seireitei, probably some empty street behind the barracks, or a training room. But you gotta work really hard to convince him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Uryu can last as long as you want him to. We’ve all seen how fit he is on the battlefield being able to go up against powerhouse opponents takes a huge toll on his energy, so undoubtedly, he can last for a long time. His main goal is to ensure that you are satisfied, well-pleasured, and comfortable. His rounds are according to how well you’re managing and interested. If you wanted two rounds, he could give that. Five rounds? Say no more. He does have the ability to maintain control which allows him to draw out a single session.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

For him, Uryu doesn’t have toys. However, should you be interested in having and incorporating them into your sex lives, he does not mind, nor does he feel offended. He’s a doctor, so he understands how well extra stimulation helps to bring about heightened pleasure and satisfaction. Mostly vibrators would be welcomed, handcuffs, silk ties, and ribbons.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ughh, he’s such a tease in the cruellest way possible. With his infinite self-control, you were in for it when he decided to drag out his taunting. It’s even worse when you’re blindfolded and handcuffed or tied up—just perfect, absolutely perfect for him to have free reign to have you squirming and begging for more of his touch. He’ll ghost his fingers down your spine to watch you arch, brush his lips over yours, touch near your aching spots and then pull away, avoiding the area you wanted him most. He’d whisper something utterly infuriating as he leans in close, against your ear like, “Not yet. You can do better than that, can’t you?”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not very vocal, nor is he loud. Soft grunts and groans, sighs and moans. A few swears he’ll drop in between while biting his lips to suck in his breath when you clench around him or suck him off. Likes to bury his face in your neck to muffle the groans he emits when he’s getting closer. Fails because he gets all breathless and a few loud ones slip through—he’s right there by your ear, so you can hear his delicious sounds. And when you get him riled, he’ll lowly growl in your ear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Hidden possessive streak. He’s not one for jealousy, but should someone look at you the wrong way, it urges him to display his dominance. A hand on your hip, around your waist, a lingering bite on your skin, a hickey in a discrete area that still allows for subtle glimpses to be shown, whispering words of possession that left no doubt in your mind that you belonged to him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Perfectly well-endowed—neither exaggerated nor lacking, but proportionate to his tall, lithe frame. Not too thick, smooth with a single vein, pink tip and aesthetically pleasing, just like the rest of him, he carried himself with quiet confidence, knowing he had nothing to prove. He doesn’t brag nor compare because he knows size wasn’t what mattered but how it was used.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is intense, but with his whole ‘self-restraint’ in order, he would go long periods without being involved. However, the moment he indulges, all that is suppressed comes crashing down, especially if you two haven’t seen each other for a lengthy period. That being said, when you two now started being intimate, he used to withhold his craving, not wanting to scare you with how hungry he was, wanting to map out every inch of your body and be consumed. But as time goes on, his drive would balance out in the middle, having learned every part of you, now simply basking in the connection and intimacy.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes a long while before he falls asleep, usually staying awake to ensure that you’re taken care of. A bath, a massage, a glass of water, or simply lying together and cuddling in the post bliss. He’ll pull you into his arms, studying your features and marvelling at how lucky he was to have you—to himself—tracing patterns on your back while observing you slipping into slumber. Uryu would stay awake until you fell asleep first, wanting to ensure that you were comfortable and secure before he could drift off knowing that all was well. When he did sleep, it was deep, but not the deep where the death could rise he’d still be slumbering.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @edensrose @stygianoir @cookielovesbook-akie @kennys-partner

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[sashi-ya]

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

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

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

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

🐙 october 18th.slave master. shanks x f! reader 🐙 october 19th.onsen/pool/water.soshiro hoshina x f! reader 🐙 october 20th. toys . hirako shinji x f! reader 🐙 october 21st. knife play. soshiro hoshina x f! reader 🐙 october 22nd. watersports. kuchiki byakuya x f! reader ⚠️ 🐙 october 23rd. size kink. nnoitra gilga x f! reader 🐙 october 24th. public. grimmjow x f! reader. 🐙 october 25th. dp. bazz & jugram x f! reader 🐙 october 27th. plane sex. jugram haschwalt x f! reader 🐙 october 28th. shibari. trafalgar lax x gn! reader 🐙 october 29th. cumdump. Isshin Kurosaki x f! reader

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

[actuallysaiyan]

We Can Do Whatever You Want To Do(Ishida Uryu x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, handjob, talk about virginity, kissing, alcohol, semi-public sex, Uryu and Reader are in University word count: 1.3k pairings: Uryu Ishida x Fem!Reader summary: you and Uryu are in the same classes in university and you thought at first his arrogance and attitude pissed you off, but it turns you on. taglist: @beneathstarryskies. @seireiteihellbutterfly @misty-angerose. @yeowangies a/n: My first time writing Uryu, so I hope it's good <3

You met him when you were in your first year of university. Whispers of his academic excellence and many scholarships due to his achievements follow him around, though he doesn’t show any kind of real reaction to it. You found yourself so intrigued by Uryu.

After a few months of being in the same classes as him and trying to get to know him, you find out that he tends to keep to himself. And  Uryu doesn’t really bother to make too many friends. You’ve noticed some people coming to visit him from time to time, but the relationships he has with them seem deep rooted in something you can’t quite understand.

Even as time continues on, you find yourself way too curious about him. What kind of thing does he  do in his spare time? What kind of interests does he have outside of science and medicine? Did he have a love interest? Has he ever had a girlfriend?

Everything comes to a head when you and Uryu are at the same party. He’s keeping to himself in the corner, talking a little bit to a few people here and there that are in the same class as both of you. You take a drink from your beer and you head over to him.

“Hmm?” he barely acknowledges you, which makes you even more turned on.

“You’re Ishida-san, correct?” you ask him, your stomach doing flips.

He smirks at you, “Yes. Good to know you can recognize your classmates' names.”

That comment has your blood  boiling. How could he say something so rude to you like this? You roll your eyes and finish off your beer. Despite the way he acts, he holds himself with an air of someone who knows it all. Something about this suggests he’s not too lucky in the love and intimacy department. Meaning….he’s probably a virgin despite being in his early twenties.

The next time you meet up with him, it’s at the end of your class for the day. You make your way over to him, tapping him on the shoulder. He turns around, towering over you and sports that same smirk as he always does.

“Yes? What is it?”

His tone is just driving you insane, “I was going to ask you to help explain something to me, but honestly if you just want to act like a self-centered jerk,, nevermind.”

Students are walking past you and him, making it seem like there’s just no care in the world for something like this. It’s like you and him aren’t even a part of this student body right now. There’s this tension that grows around the two of you. He takes your hand and pulls you just a little closer. Your heart flutters and your stomach does a flip. Why does he keep making you feel like this? He’s just an asshole classmate.

“Listen, if you really want my help, I’ll help. Just ask nicely.” His tone is authoritative and it makes you want to slap him.

“F-fine…can you help me with today’s lecture?”

He smirks again, “Of course. It was rather easy.”

The urge to push him off you and to just give up on your plan was strong. Yet you followed him into an empty classroom. He sits at the teacher’s desk, opening up his notebook. You close the door and without him noticing, you lock it as well.

Innocently as you can, you make your way up to him. When he looks at you, you flutter your eyelashes flirtatiously. He falters for  a moment,  freezing completely. He’s wondering why you’ve changed your attitude towards him completely, but he finds it endearing that you’re trying to be kinder to him.

What you don’t realize is that you’ve been invading his every thought since that night at the party. He loves the way you take his attitude with a grain of salt. He keeps up these walls for a reason, though he’s ready to tear  down some of his walls to show you his real self.

Suddenly, you’re backing him into the corner. His eyes widen beneath his glasses, his cheeks reddening at the way you’re so close to him. Your actions are so bold and brazen..

“Uryu,” you purr softly in his ear. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?”

His heart skips a beat, “H-huh?”

You laugh, “I know you heard me. Answer the damn question.”

His mouth gets dry as his brain short-circuits. Uryu thought he had really hidden that aspect of his life so well. How could you tell just by being in class with him and the few interactions here and there that he was a virgin? How were you so clever?

He’s about to answer when your lips come crashing down onto his. Your hand drags down his chest to his waist, then down below his belt. You squeeze softly the growing bulge. He moans against your lips. Slowly, you begin palming him through his jeans until he’s rock hard.

“Let me have a little fun, hm? I bet you’ve never even had a handjob before!”

Your words sting and hit him right in the heart. .It was true, he was a virgin and he had never  even kissed before. You were taking a lot of his firsts. He can barely believe his own eyes when you unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. His cock is throbbing and twitching. There’s a precum stain on his underwear now.

“Awhh look at that, you have to be  a virgin.” You tease him as you pull down his underwear.

His cock slaps against his lower abdomen as you release it from the cotton confines of his briefs. The thick precum smears against his button-up shirt. You smirk when you gently graze his cock with just your fingertips and he lets out a whimper.

“Oh you’re gonna blow your load so fast, aren’t you?” You taunt him.

He shakes his head, “N-no. Shut up!”

You wrap your fingers around the throbbing length. He’s shuddering as you begin to stroke him. You make sure to go slow. You aren’t convinced that he won’t just pop within seconds. 

“Look at you, trembling and shaking. What a pathetic little virgin you are,”

Your words are turning him on more than he’d like to admit. It’s making him angrier but also his cock keeps throbbing every time you call him a virgin. He’d love to lose his virginity, but he’s so wrapped up in his studies and academic career that he forgets to make meaningful relationships. He just thought he would end up having to marry someone first to lose his virginity.

“Shut up,” he spits at you. “At least—ahhh fuck— ‘least I’m not failing.”

You squeeze his cock a little harder, “I’m not failing. You really think I’m failing? Let me tell you something,”

You lean in closer, and you start to stroke him faster. Your other hand comes down to massage his balls and he knows he’s done for now. His eyes roll back in his head and his knees begin to buckle. It’s all too much.

“The only reason I asked for your help today was because I wanted to jerk off your cock. You got that?”

He can’t even reply. You’ve rendered him into a blubbering and whimpering mess. His glasses are all fogged up that he can barely make out the blur that’s your fist stroking his cock. You tug on his balls ever so gently and that’s all it takes for him to fall off the edge.

“Fuck! Fuck I—I’m cumming!”

His hips begin to buck up into your hand, spurts of thick cum beginning to coat your fist and the bottom of your shirt. You smirk as you help him through his high. Then you slow down your pace, but never stopping it.

“Listen to me,” you begin. “If you wanna fuck this pussy, you’re going to have to be a lot nicer to me. Got it?”

He nods his head, “Yes, yes…I’ll be nicer.”

And that’s how you ended up with Uryu’s balls in the palm of your hand.

[muzansfangs]

PLAGIARISM ON TELEGRAM.

Disheartened, I once again have been victim of plagiarism on another platform. It has been brought to my attention that the owner of a channel on TELEGRAM has been ‘copying, pasting and translating’ works from various authors who publishes on Tumblr. Unfortunately, I do not have telegram, but a kind person has provided me the following screenshots in which, as you can read, the account named EPIPHANY has been sharing some of my Bleach works without my consent. I specify that I have NEVER BEEN CONTACTED BY ACCOUNTS ASKING ME TO TRANSLATE MY WORKS, OR RE-POST THEM.

I am annoyed, honestly. It’s the second time someone does this to me and I am still bittered from last year’s experience. Please, help us writers to have some justice. The owner of the telegram account has apparently blocked a lot of admins trying to stop them. Taking screenshots is banned as well, but please… Let’s do something about it.

I don’t spend hours of my free time writing for someone else to share my contents without my consent. The audacity some people have is appalling.

— Luce is asking for your help

These are the screenshots I have received:

Tagging some friends and accounts who might be involved, considering the fandoms they write for: @doumadono @seireiteihellbutterfly @tired-writer04 @bleach-your-panties @electronicwitchcollection @m-ayo-o @brittscafe

[shujichii]

x fem reader.

it was exactly 1:03 am when your careful movements had screeched to an abrupt halt, and you swear your heart nearly lurched out of the confines of your chest as a large shadow loomed over you.

you instantly whipped around, mouth stuffed with food, slightly backing up against the refrigerator and glancing up at the man you call your husband— who was solely responsible for the jumpscare.

for a moment, you just stared at him with wide eyes, and he simply stared back. no words exchanged, the peaceful silence of the night replaced by the thumping of your own heartbeat being the only sound. you hastily swallow your food before finally parting your lips at last.

"you scared me!" you whisper-shouted, your hand flying up to press against your chest where your heart was still racing erratically.

finally, his expression shifted— his lips curving into a small, sheepish smile; lightly ruffling the back of his hair as he took a small step back.

".. sorry, i didn't mean to scare you."

his voice was thick with sleep, a touch deeper than usual.

your expression softened, the fright from earlier easing up as you gently closed the refrigerator behind you, now the only illumination in the kitchen being the soft golden hued dim light.

"it's fine," you chuckle softly. "my bad, did i wake you up when i got up?"

you did, yes. was that a bad thing? hardly. your husband was just simply too used to having you in his arms as you both slept, safe and sound within his snug and comforting embrace. he always seemed to stir awake whenever he felt you moving away from his arms, just as he did earlier.

he assumed that maybe you had some business to finish in the bathroom, or that you had simply gotten up to fetch yourself a cool glass of water. so when 10 minutes passed with no sign of you coming back to bed, naturally, he was starting to feel the worry creep in. he was a man on a mission to find his wife and bring her back right where she belongs— in his arms, of course.

and now, here he was.

"it's not a big deal," he shook his head. "were you hungry?"

"uhh.."

"want me to make you something?"

"no, no! it's okay, i just woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall asleep for some reason." you finally said, although warmth bloomed in your chest at the way your husband was willing to cook for you in the dead of the night just because his beloved wife had a small craving.

he nodded his head in understanding, the remnants of sleep in his eyes slowly beginning to fade away. you moved away from the refrigerator to walk towards the counter, bringing a glass forward. just before you could reach for the jug, you stilled.

in 2 strides, he had closed the distance. he was standing right behind you now, his broader frame hovering over you— the solidness of his chest almost pressing against your back, as he, too, reached for his glass, while his other hand absentmindedly came up to rest on your waist. your heart skipped a beat at the sudden proximity.

... not that you were complaining.

before you knew it, he was already bringing the glass to his lips. your gaze darted down at your own glass which he had also filled while he was at it.

"well, someone's quiet."

now you were pretty sure he was doing this on purpose now. his hand? still on your waist, his thumb drawing small, featherlight circles over your skin. and the man himself? still standing right behind you, the warmth of his body intertwining with yours.

you could very clearly hear the smirk in his voice.

you huffed, ignoring the way your cheeks warmed up as you gulped down your water.

"you're being awfully flirty for someone who just got up from bed," you shot, finally turning around to face him. and the moment you did? his face was close. too close.

"what, i can't flirt with my own wife whenever i please now?" he raised an eyebrow, leaning down just slightly— his nose lightly brushing against yours in a ticklish, teasing gesture.

you rolled your eyes in response, yet you couldn't help the smile spreading across your lips. you merely hummed, your hands sliding up to wrap around his neck, tugging him down towards you just slightly, and he leaned down instinctively. you placed a soft, fleeting peck on his lips, watching the way his playful expression softened. both of his arms had already found their way towards your waist, gentle and steady.

"give me another kiss, pretty. preferably one that lasts longer."

you giggled, slightly shaking your head. greedy. you reached up again, your lips claiming his in a sweet kiss, slow and unhurried. and he returned the kiss in no less than a second, each movement of his lips against yours speaking like a soft confession of his unwavering love and devotion for you. he pulled you closer towards him, his hold on you tightening— but not uncomfortably. you instantly melted into him, nails gently grazing his scalp.

his lips tilted into the faintest smile in-between the kiss.

you immediately felt it, and smiled too.

that, in turn, made him smile a tad bit wider.

after a moment, you pulled away, lips slightly parted. a soft yet undeniably lovesick smile was present on both of your faces, and the way you two gazed into each other's eyes said more than what words could at that moment.

wordlessly, he began gently swaying with you still between his arms, guiding you into a slow dance. a surprised laugh left your lips, and to him, that itself was the melody for the impromptu dance— your steady breaths mingling with his, shared laughter, stolen kisses and hushed confessions.

perhaps getting caught in the kitchen past midnight wasn't so bad after all.

♡ gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, itadori yuji, okkotsu yuta (jjk), zayne, sylus, caleb (lads), kurosaki ichigo, ishida uryuu, hisagi shuhei (bleach), mammon, satan, solomon, diavolo, simeon (obm), uzui tengen, rengoku kyojuro, tomioka giyuu, kamado tanjiro (kny), eren yeager, armin arlert, jean kirschtein, reiner braun (aot), anyone else you'd like. (honourable mentions; sung jinwoo and wriothesley because they're fine.)

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bleach men eating you out - part 1

characters: urahara kisuke, aizen sosuke, kenpachi zaraki, shunsui kyōraku, grimmjow jaegerjaquez

part 2: ichigo kurosaki, renji abarai, tōshirō hitsugaya, uryuu ishida, byakuya kuchiki

cn: oral (f receiving), praising, slight degrading, edging, bondage, rough/soft, sub/dom, fingering, overstimulation

kisuke

kisuke is unpredictable—one day, he surprises you with aphrodisiac chocolates, the next, he has you bound and edged until you’re crying, and on another, he acts like none of it happened, making love to you as if those other nights were just in your head. but the glint in his eyes and the way his rough touches feel at the end always give him away.

“tsk, tsk, y/n, do you always have to be so feisty?”

his tongue moves skillfully, teasing, only to stop suddenly. he plays it cool, pressing soft kisses to your thighs before sinking his teeth in just enough to make your hips jolt.

“kisuke, i swear—”

before you can finish, his tongue is on you again, eating you so well that the words die in your throat. your breath catches, your whole body tensing from the swelling intensity.

“oh god, oh god—”

he doesn’t stop until your rippling orgasm is all over his mouth, slipping down to his chin.

aizen

you are not prepared for the torturous night ahead if aizen has decided to eat you until you break. he edges you mercilessly, over and over, until you can’t even beg anymore—your body too drained to move.

“please… aizen… please…” he starts slow, laying you down in your shared bed, making you cum from just his fingers and do it at least twice before he finally loses control. by the time he grips your thighs at the edge of the bed, that knowing, sinister smile is already on his lips.

“you’ve turned me into something… beastly, dear.”

and then he eats you out so deeply, that all you can see, all you can feel, is him.

“aizen—i love you so much, i love you, i love you—”

you pant heavily, eyes squeezed shut. he pauses for just a moment, letting his fingers trace slow, taunting circles around your clit, drinking in your desperation.

he chuckles. “how sweet… your desperation makes me crave you even more.”

he lives for this—for seeing you completely undone beneath him. and because you’ve been so obedient, he decides to reward you.

grimmjow

grimmjow has experience—too much experience—and it shows in the way he refuses to stop, dragging you into another orgasm just because he wants to. you’re already at your third when you try to push him away.

“s-stop—p-please, no more—”

he barely even acknowledges you, his sharp grin never fading.

“huh? what was that?” his pace never slows, his fingers gripping your thighs to keep you still. “you knew what you were getting into, woman.” he pushes you past your limits, your legs trembling violently from pleasure and exhaustion. tears sting the corners of your eyes.

“now scream for me, brat,” he growls. “let me enjoy myself.”

kenpachi

kenpachi is starved.

when you’re in his hands, you don’t know if you’ll make it out unscathed—or if you even want to.

he usually chains your hands above your head, the cold metal bars of the bed frame biting into your skin, a blindfold wrapped securely around your eyes. like this, he can feast on you in peace, drinking in every single one of your screams as if your pussy is a meal meant only for him.

“music to my ears, darling. now, show me what you’re made of.”

his mouth is ruthless, his long tongue dragging over every inch of your pussy with an almost lazy ease. his teeth graze your clit just enough to send a sharp jolt through your entire body. "don't make me tell you again, woman."

he likes it when you try to squirm away. he loves it when you realize you can’t.

shunsui

shunsui might seem like a lazy lover, but the truth is, he could spend hours between your thighs if you let him.

no, scratch that. he does spend hours between your thighs, overstimulating you until your body is nothing but pure sensation. he makes it his mission to have you pussy riding his face at least a few times a week.

“mfpmm—mfpmm—” your voice is muffled, your body trembling as you grind against his mouth. you’re so close—so ridiculously close—but your body aching from the intensity of it all and the pent up tiredness.

“you’re doing perfect, sweetheart. just one more—let go for me.” his big hands grip your thighs, guiding your movements, helping you find the perfect rhythm. you try to hold on, but it’s all too much. your fingers clutch the headboard, your back arching as you cum in his mouth, shuddering against him. he hums in satisfaction, licking his lips. “mmm… just one more, darling. you know i love the way you taste.

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

With ulquiorra , mayuri, gin, adult uryu (seperately ) are they ass , tits or thighs

Fluff to smut with fem plz

Ass, Tits, or thighs With The Bleach Characters (Kenpachi Zaraki, and Grimmjow Jaegearjauquez as a bonus)

Fandom: Bleach

Rated: Um 17+? i mean it is explicit but not too explicit tread cautiously i guess.

warnings: titty sucking, spanking, biting, nipping, slapping, motorboating, lactation kink, all of these were mentioned.

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Kenpachi Zaraki:

Kenpachi Zaraki is a certified ass man.

And thighs.

He loves them both equally.

He will make his s/o wear the cutest panties that shape their ass so well.

or he will make them wear the thinnest sexiest thong alive so he can see those pretty sexy cheeks between the thin tight fabric.

loves spankings and will give them for no reason because he loves it.

makes the s/o wear the tightest cutest thigh highs,

yes he fucks them with just them on sometimes.

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Grimmjow Jaegearjauquez:

-another certified ass lover.

-loves to take his partner from behind and fucks them senseless.

-will basically breed his partner like a panther in heat.

-will bite lick and nip their s/o butt cheeks.

-It will leave so many marks on them. You can see his canine in them and will last a few days.

-rubs his face over their ass like how cats do as well.

-loves spanking his s/o as well and will be rough about it.

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Ulquiorra cifer:

might be a cop out but i think he doesn't care.

he likes them all of them equally.

but if he has to pick one then he will choose tits.

nothing too sexual but he just like using boobs as pillows.

and listen to his s/o heart beat.

which is pretty sweet.

but he does take joy into leaving nips, bites and hickey's all over his s/o breasts (rather big or small he does not care)

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Mayuri kurotsuchi:

-I also think he doesn't care.

-To him it really depends on the day.

-some days he will smack and grab ass

-while other days he will want to suck on his s/o nipples and leave huge hickeys on them.

-but he also loves to have his s/o wear garter belts and thigh highs too.

-also enjoys spanking and leaving so many marks on his s/o.

-as long he can mark them up then he doesn't care.

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Uryu Ishida:

my boy loves thighs

loves to squeeze them and rub them

loves garter belts

loves thigh highs

loves biting and marking them with his bites and kisses

cums from thighjobs

want to have sex with just his s/o in thigh highs

loves seeing s/o in fishnets

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Gin Ichimaru:

-He loves titties

-no matter how big or small he wants to suck, lick and nip them

-honestly might have a lactation kink

-probably would call s/o boobs mommy milkers one time before s/o slaps him hard.

-loves tit jobs

-loves motorboating

-loves sheer bras

-would flip if s/o has their nipples pierced

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[hutaosfuneralparlor]

if i could i would totally marry bleach art.

look at this. literally masterpieces.

(reblogs and likes are highly appreciated)

[raredust]

Now you may be seeing something right? FGT Ichigo looks kinda a lot like Yhwach.

Now we know Ichigo is a Quincy and all Quincy have Yhwach's blood running in their veins but only Ichigo looks like him to this extent when in his Final Getsuga Tensho.

Both have long dark hair.

Red crimson eyes.

And a handsome fac-

Ahem, I mean this leads me to believe that Ichigo may have been using his Quincy powers while in that state. Hey look, this is just a theory and Kubo may have just thought it's a cool design choice before the Yhwach twist and all but just let me have fun with this one okay!

Now what is Final Getsuga Tensho specifically? Some believe it's Ichigo absorbing all of Zangetsu's powers but I disagree. I think FGT is more of a fusion between them. Getsuga Tensho is a technique using Zangetsu's powers and only Ichigo can call upon the technique, it cannot be used by Zangetsu without its wielder or Ichigo without his weapon. And my proof is this line by Ichigo:

He is fighting with Zangetsu, not using him.

And there's also the fact that Zangetsu was literally fused to his hand.

Now then that we established that, let's get to this point.

Final Getsuga Tensho is not just a final technique. It's also a combination of all of Ichigo's powers. Both Shinigami, Hollow and Quincy. And why is that?

When Ichigo was fighting Zangetsu he was fighting both his Quincy (in Young lad Zangetsu) Hollow/Shinigami (In white Ichigo) in a fused state. And achieving FGT is him basically accepting both powers, and making himself a weapon for a short time, becoming Getsuga itself.

Heck we talked about his design resembling Yhwach why not talk about how his design resembles a Hollow in how the mask wraps around half of his face with little teeth and how the black spirit energy is like his Tensa Zangetsu's Getsuga Tensho (shinigami power) only strengthening my thought about it not just being a final technique/attack but a fusion of all of his powers, both mastered and latent (which is why Ishinn had Ichigo do it, not him. His wouldn't probably match Aizen)

And the nail in the coffin is what Aizen says here.

Aizen here is beyond Quincy, Shinigamis, Hollows and humans, no one can stand up to him. He's on a higher plane than all beings except Ichigo. Who overpowered him with ease, who's on a higher plane than he is.

There's only one being that can be on a higher plane than the Quincy,Hollows,Shinigami:

Yhwach, the Quincy King, the Almighty. He's the only one who could over power aizen that much and without even trying.

Now I am not saying that Ichigo is somehow using the Almighty powers, that's stupid. I am saying that he was using his Quincy powers which are from Yhwach himself. Fusing it with his other abilities to make Aizen look like a joke.

And even then, FGT is probably just an imperfect version of Ichigo's final form he used against Yhwach. Because FGT is used when Ichigo didn't fully realize and unlock his Quincy powers/Blood. And that it's a one shot weapon where he can use it only once and lose all his powers after whereas his final form where he realizes and mastered all of his powers he uses to its fullest potential and doesn't just disappear.

And that it looked like how Zangetsu looks like when he was fighting him for the Final Getsuga Tensho.

And all of this leads me to believe that Ichigo was using his Quincy powers there and that's how he overpowered Aizen that easily, especially in base.

TL;DR FGT is just an imperfect Final form that Ichigo uses against Yhwach in chapter 676.

Good night or Good morning 👍.

NaruHina 4ever

Petition to call Tensa Zangetsu YoungMan Zangetsu.

But remember. That's just a theory, a game theory. Thanks for watching.

[satsugacafe]

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 | (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 3)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Yhwach, Jugram Haschwalth, Askin Nakk Le Vaar, Bazz-B, Ishida Ryuken, Ishida Uryu

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 |

𑁍 Yhwach — Dominant and Assertive Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა The Quincy King is possessive of you to a high degree and would not hesitate to remove anyone who tries to approach you with any intentions (sort of yandere if you ask me). A hand around your waist or shoulder in public to make it clear—you’re the King’s. And look out for the kisses that scream ‘Mine!’

˚₊‧꒰ა You are the only person on this earth and in the afterlife who has some leeway to command or ask him for something without being judged on the spot or removed. And believe it or not, Yhwach will simply smile and respond with an “As you wish, my love/dear.”

˚₊‧꒰ა When it comes to being in his presence, you’re the only person who can have the King hovering around 25/8, and it’s not because he wants to have you around, but more wanting to have your undivided attention on him. Often pulling you away from councils to spend time, leaving Jugram to handle it.

˚₊‧꒰ა As the King, the majority, if not all, the noble houses follow his rule. So this invites gifts and the royal treatment. You would like a huge room that connects to a library and a garden? Bet. You wish for diamonds and pearls? Of course! Anything for you once he can display his wealth and power.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you’re a member of the Sternritters, he would prefer to have you assigned close to him at all times wherever he goes. This way, he can protect you from any harm and danger on the battlefield, showing off his grand strengths and feats (gotta make himself look good in your eyes as your protector). He will also assign personal escorts, like Jugram or one of the other Schutzstaffel to keep you safe at all times.

˚₊‧꒰ა In private, you would get to see his domineering aura slip away as he cradles your face, presses soft kisses to your forehead and drapes you in his cloak to keep you warm. His tone softens as you both talk about your future together or as he listens to rambling about some hobby or item you like—making mental notes.

˚₊‧꒰ა He isn’t a man of romantic words—always speaking about the future of the Quincy Empire—but when he does express his heart, which once again includes the empire, he reassures you that there can be no future for the empire if you aren’t at his side. You are his motivation and goal.

𑁍 Jugram Haschwalth — Overprotective Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s like a silent bodyguard HOVERING. He has eyes everywhere on you, and should you mention it, his response is always along the lines of, “It is my duty to protect and ensure your safety, my love. You must be safe at all times.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s a man who lives on acts of service and will go out of his way to do almost anything for you, whether it’s your favourite drinks or handling a task that gave you a hard time. He is silent about this, never one to speak about it since he believes actions speak louder than words.

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, we all know this man is stoic and all about propriety, however, you will get the small and meaningful moments when he cracks a genuine smile or holds your hands amidst the crowd. In private, the way he holds onto you as if he’s afraid of losing you brings out his softer side. Holding you close to his chest as he whispers about protecting you from the harshness of the world.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I noticed you were very close and friendly with that person.” Enough said to let you know that he was jealous. Did he need to eliminate someone who thought they had a chance? It was brewing under his skin, itching to claw its way out.

˚₊‧꒰ა But Jugram being Jugram, wouldn’t further elaborate on the statement but rather spend more time with you so you didn’t need to be around the other person. Anyone who believes they have a chance will be receiving a healthy dose of misfortune.

˚₊‧꒰ა Treats you like you’re made of glass. It can be annoying at times because he fears when you have to fight, always jumping in front of an attack to defend you and never letting you get a moment to act independently during a fight. Yet, it is also sentimental when it comes to affection—his touch is tender as though you would break.

˚₊‧꒰ა You once asked him to train you to fight and despite his silent demeanour, you could see the questions floating around his head. “Why? What for? I’m here to protect you, aren’t I? Am I not doing a good job? Did someone harm you?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Will lose his mind (silently) if you ever decide to wear something revealing. It’s worse when you walk around, flaunting how you look as other Sternritters ogle your body in the outfit. He’s ready to pop a vein, and you can feel his intense, cold stare. Bazz-B and Askin make sure to tease him, which earns them glares.

𑁍 Askin Nakk Le Vaar — Playful and Flirtatious Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა This man could never take things seriously and is always up for jokes and games. Very touchy. Always poking, pinching, biting and turning everything into a competition for the sake of laughter and seeing you both happy. Amidst the fun and games, it’s also the perfect opportunity to make himself extra flirty. “Oh, come on, you know you can’t resist my charm.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Eccentric. And you will have to endure his quirkiness which is mostly shown through the gifts he gives you and his sense of fashion. One day he comes in looking like a peacock and the other, a runway model. There’s no in-between with this man. At least you get to raid his extensive collection of shades.

˚₊‧꒰ა Askin is a cool as a cucumber and not interested in sweating over something that isn’t worth his time or effort. This behaviour extended into his approach when it comes to giving you support. He understands your goal is important to you, thus important to him, however, you shouldn’t pressure yourself and over-stress. Take it easy.

˚₊‧꒰ა Not so much the jealous type with his whole laidback personality but doesn’t appreciate when others overlook the boundaries of what should and shouldn’t be. Masks it behind sarcastic remarks and playful banter, it’s obviously clear that he doesn’t enjoy the other person’s proximity. “Who’s the new friend? Should I be jealous and ready to fight?”

˚₊‧꒰ა With all the laidback personality he possesses, he has his degree of protectiveness ready to use. He knows you’re strong and you can handle yourself, but at the same time, he wants to be your protector. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this. Just sit back and enjoy the show.” And then he proceeds to show off.

˚₊‧꒰ა With his unpredictable nature, you can expect to be randomly cheered up or surprised by him in the middle of doing literally anything. He’ll just slide into your room and mumble something about how he brought you a snack, or ‘Let’s go somewhere, I found a cool place.’

˚₊‧꒰ა The best person you have to compliment you. They roll off his tongue like silk, always making you feel pretty and boosting your confidence, even during the most random times. It could be in the middle of a conversation about something he did as a kid, and he’ll stop to compliment your outfit or smile.

𑁍 Bazz-B — Aggressively Passionate Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა The Mohawk King is fiercely protective of you with a high degree of aggressiveness. Will not hesitate to burn someone to cinders if they mess with you the wrong way or come too close for his liking. “If anyone even thinks about messing with you they’ll have to deal with me.” Just kiss his bald spot and he’ll calm down.

˚₊‧꒰ა Passionate when it comes to expressing his love towards you and also every affectionate, physically. He enjoys having you close to him, like glued to his side with an arm around your waist, while he whispers in your ear about how much you mean to him, and he doesn’t hold back with his feelings. It’s as intense as his powers.

˚₊‧꒰ა Listen, you need to know that people will be getting turned into cinders very quickly once they try to get close and comfortable. With the way he’s always around you, showing you off and having no shame for public displays of affection, people should already know you’re taken by the fiery mohawk guy. “Do I need to turn that person into a burnt piece of steak?”

˚₊‧꒰ა So I mentioned that he’s into PDA, so get accustomed to being pulled into corners of the hallway or gathering rooms to make out, even when others are present—except for Yhwach being around. Hickeys are being left in visible areas for everyone to see what you two have been up to and expect a smack to your ass from time to time.

˚₊‧꒰ა With his possessiveness comes his devotion and loyalty. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me for life.” His loyalty to you is unwavering—he’s standing by your stand side no matter the situation, ready to defend and support you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Expect one of his forms of affection to be bold gestures. Showing off with over-the-top gestures, like creating a spectacular display of his Burner Fingers just to impress you. At the same time, you don’t have to worry about the cold with him around. He’s your personal heater.

˚₊‧꒰ა Playful banter is never ending with his guy. You two will be acting like children. “Let’s playfight! Race you to the gathering room! Wanna see me chug this in one gulp? Think you can beat me? In your dreams!” The both of you are always competing over the smallest of things.

𑁍 Ishida Ryuken — Subtle Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა Attentive about everything you say and do, given his medical background, and will always make it his business to check up on you, ensuring that you’ve eaten and gotten enough rest. You might get a little scolding when you tell him you have eaten or rested enough.

˚₊‧꒰ა Do not look towards receiving any PDA from this man, I’m telling you, he’s reserved. He just doesn’t want Isshin to see and make a fool out of him. This does not take away from the affections he chooses to publicly display, like giving you his jacket when it’s cold, holding your hand and rubbing his thumb against your skin, a kiss to your forehead or temple.

˚₊‧꒰ა You don’t have to worry about getting sick and being alone or paying an expensive medical bill, Ryuken is here to cover that for you. He’s both your doctor and benefactor, so points for you. He’s always ensuring that your health is well-cared for. As much as he appears calm on the exterior, he’s worried on the inside.

˚₊‧꒰ა You don’t have to worry about him looking at another person, his eyes are reserved for you and you alone. Ryuken’s loyalty is unmatched and unwavering, and he will be by your side every step of the way. That man is there to support you through thick and thin.

˚₊‧꒰ა Likewise, Ryuken’s jealousy is…erm, subtle like him. He can and will get jealous at times, however, he hides it so well (kinda like Jugram). He will become more attentive and protective, spending more time with you when he feels or notices something getting closer. “I noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with that colleague. Is everything alright?”

˚₊‧꒰ა In privacy, you will see his layers of reservations peel off with ease, knowing that he can display how much he adores you without someone noticing. Ryuken will more than just hold your hands and have his arms around your waist. Kissing you a lot more which grows more passionate with each kiss and his hands keeping you pressed against his body.

˚₊‧꒰ა Surprises you from time to time with gifts, mostly things you’ve spoken about, and he made a mental note to get them. It shows how much he pays attention to details and the things you care about.

𑁍 Ishida Uryu — Gentleman Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა Uryu is so sweet when it comes to you. The way he gently looks at you with such admiration and adoration anytime you’re speaking or helping him is masked perfectly behind his calm appearance, but the eyes never lie. Not around you. He’s much more patient and willing when it comes to you.

˚₊‧꒰ა He would often surprise you with small, thoughtful gifts. Like in winter, he’ll present you with a new custom scarf he knitted. It doesn’t matter if you have fifty million scarves, he still wants to give you the one he made by hand because he cares for you, and it’s better than the others you have.

˚₊‧꒰ა He is a respectful gentleman, never pushing you to do anything your uncomfortable with, and will stand up for you if he notices others forcing you. “If you ever need some time alone or someone to talk to, just let me know. I’ll understand.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You can look forward to his gentle protective nature, always looking out for your safety. If you were walking home late, he might insist on accompanying you. Along the way, he would make some small comments and jokes to bring about a sense of extra security amidst the cold, lonely night. “It’s not safe to walk alone at this hour. Let me walk you home.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He probably hates when Ichigo and the gang are around, given their nature to snoop and learn that he’s crushing on you. They make everything worse, especially Ichigo and Renji who will constantly tease him while telling you all the embarrassing things about Uryu until he decides enough is enough and fires a bunch of arrows at their asses.

˚₊‧꒰ა Given Uryu’s nature to display great levels of respect, he’s someone who gives lots of support and compliments, ensuring that you know your worth and are amazing in his eyes. Paying great attention to details, that way, he is able to assess the situation and know the right words and encouragement to give. “You’re an amazing and strong person. It’s one of the things I admire about you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You don’t have to worry about jealousy when it comes to Uryu. That was a lie in fact. Uryu would be imagining shooting the person with his arrows like a dart board. He’s similar to his father—not one to come out and admit he’s jealous, but his behaviour would change. Meaning, he becomes more attached even when it seems out of character.

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[sashi-ya]

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝙳𝚛. 𝙸𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚄𝚛𝚢𝚞 uryu's birthday drabble ⋆ mdni nsfw +18 ⋆ semi public, oral

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ happy birthday, Ishida-kun! 𓂃⋆.˚

The rug material sucks; why does this thing have to be here? it carves into your knees; it’s starting to itch. Ah, but the sweet caress on your head coming from Dr. Ishida’s hand makes it everything better.

You shouldn’t make much noise; in fact, you shouldn’t be hiding underneath his desk… why the hell these doctors had to visit his office right now?

His hardness is noticeable, it protrudes from his pants. Your hand slides up, slowly, in complete silence. You shouldn’t do this, or else you are gonna make Dr. Uryuu blush.

But you can’t help it; you went there with a single purpose… celebrate the Dr’s birthday. And nothing, nor nobody will stop you from doing so. If he got “very busy” enough to go back home later than expected, then his surprise must be received in here.

You nuzzle on his thigh, inhaling the scent of his neat trousers. Everything so clean, so perfectly ironed… fabric you wish to stain, to shrivel, to ruin. A kiss on his leg, only makes his pants tent bigger… “Ah, are you getting excited Dr. Ishida?”

Uryuu starts bouncing his leg, as he fights to stay serious while a bunch of med interns yap about the cases they’ve been assigned. His hand, that hangs down the desk, tries to sign you to stop in a desperate attempt for you not to continue with the following step of this sexual torture; reaching his sex, that’s been almost freed, as you were lowering his zipper right before they arrived.

Wet, completely dampened in precum, is how you found his boxer briefs. Poor man, what have he done to suffer this faith?! “Let me fix it for you, Dr. Ishida…”

“Very well; that should do for the day, why don’t you all take some time off? Patients have been all -ngh-. Excuse me…” Uryu gets interrupted by your lips finally surrounding his sex; he tries to cover it up with a cough but there is no way he could cover the blush on his usually pale cheeks.

“Are you ok, Dr. Ishida?” an intern, who happens to be one of those annoying females that surrounds your man on a daily basis, asks. She decides to stay, even if the rest have already left the office.

You focus your tongue on his tip; “tell her how good you are feeling, Ishida-kun, come on!”

“AH- yes. Sorry! I’m just tired!” Uryu excuses himself once more, fixing his glasses, getting closer to his desk, trying to normalize his breathing.

“Oh! Can I do something for you, Dr. Ishida?” she insists, and you suck harder. Adding now your hand around his shaft.

Uryuu takes a deep breath; he knows this could go two possible ways, one he resists or cums right in front of a subordinate. The you stopping doesn’t enter the equation, in fact is the only thing that won’t change but rather increase…

“No, I am married man” he finally snaps, feeling the smirk on your lips forming around his dick.

“I- no- I’m sorry…” the girl whispers, leaving soon the office. Uryuu finally looks down; you are enjoying this more than anyone else perhaps.

“Stop. Stand Up. Turn around” he commands, hitting the desk. And you know he will finish the job you started.

“Yes, Dr. Ishida. Claim your birthday gift ~” you obey.

[k4shixe]

Bleach men reacting to a hug from s/o

Staring; Ichigo Korasaki, Uryu Isida, Aizen Sosuke

Pairing; gn!reader x ichigo, gn!reader x uryu, gn!reader x aizen

CW; affection, kissing - fluff

Part 2 with urahara,shunsui and ukitake

Ichigo Korasaki

* He comes home from a long night out of killing hollows with a tired look on his face

* He instantly smiles when he notices you cooking his favourite food

* When you turn around and see him you run up to him and give him a hug with you arms around his neck giving him a kiss

* He loves your hugs sooooo much, instantly boost his day

* He will carry you still hugging him and take you to the closest place for you to sit on

* The couch, a table, a bed, anywhere

* He stuffs his head in the crook of your neck as he smells your hair

* He will make some small remark like “guess you’ve missed me” with a smile

* You hit him lightly for that which makes him smile wider

* And when you try to move to get out of the hug he will hug you back tighter so you cant move

* “Ichigo, let me go! I need to check on the food”

* “Its alright. Its just food”

* “Ok you can eat burnt food”

* “Fineeee” he would say as he rolls his eyes and would follow you around the kitchen, helping you on some tasks aswell

Uryu Ishida

* He comes home after work, you would get up from the couch after changing the channel for the tv the 100th time

* You would hug him with one arm over his shoulder and the other under his arm as he would gently hold your torso

* You would mumble something about how much you missed him and he would kiss your forehead and hum

* He’ll give the sweetest smiles everrrr

* He would walk you to the couch or bed, wherever is closer

* He would be shy about it but he would ask for another hug (he doesnt want to admit he loves your hugs)

* Will ask you about your day and he’ll tell you about his

* “What do you want to do” Uryu would ask

* “I dont knoww, maybe a good show is coming on?”

* You’ll both end up changing the channel 100 more times in the end

* Genuinely such a loving person and would ask for a hug every now and then from you <3

Aizen Sosuke

* He will only take hugs from you

* No exception

* When you go up to hug him he will rest his head on the crook of your neck

* Loves your scent

* He will wrap his arms around your waist and bring you closer to him

* He would ask you about your day and what you’ve been up to

* He would do comforting circles on your back

* Would carry you to the couch or bed and would tell you about his day as you still hug him

* Would move the hair out of your face and run his hands through your hair

* He is not much of a hugger but would on be for you <3

A/n; Ok just to say I LOVE BLEACH MEN SM!! So I Decided to write this. I’m going to do a part 2 with urahara,shunsui and ukitake. If you guys have any other idea send them in!

[muzansfangs]

If you were their soulmate.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Mayuri Kurotsuchi x f!reader; Uryuu Ishida x f!reader.

Format: head canons

Warnings: fluff, basically. Also, be aware that Uryuu is aged up and that Aizen’s part has some toxic traits. He is a walking red flag, after all.

Plot: how would they act if you were their soulmate and they were genuinely in love with you? Was it love at first sight, or were you two just friends at first?

Requested by: @stygianoir I’m sorry if it took me a while! I hope you liked it!

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Uryuu Ishida.

• For someone as logical and rational as him, it was impossible to believe it was love at first sight. Could something like that possibly exist? He did not trust his own feelings around you. You were a good person, he felt comfortable around you. Yet, the way you always seemed to understand him and support every decision he made was quite disturbing. It was impossible to be that connected to someone. It almost felt like a spiritual connection.

• He probably did not have any filter around you and was not afraid to show you his true colors. He was fine with not being judged as soemone too analytical and detached, for once. He liked the way you made him feel normal.

• He did not let anyone hurt you, or offend you in any way. It did not matter if it was during a fight, or in a more casual occasion. He even snapped at Ichigo out of the blue because he had accidentally spilt some coffee on your papers. You found it odd, of course, but it was sweet at some extent.

• He never failed to notice how beautiful you were. He always thought your appearence whetted his appetites, but he restrained himself from crossing the line of friendship for months. Why? He was frightened by the idea of losing you. What if you didn’t want him back? You two were definitely better off as friends. Or so he thought until something happened.

• Something happened, right. That was Ichigo trying to hit on you. He could not let that happen. Now he was absolutely sure that he could be a better boyfriend material than him, therefore he quickly made up his mind and decided to talk to you. Man on a mission: he interrupted Ichigo’s little speech and literally dragged you away from him.

• He thought it would have been easier for someone like him, so logical and precise. He was so wrong. As you two were alone and he could finally confess his feelings to you, he felt his heart sink into his chest. Oh, damn, your eyes. It was all your cute eyes’s fault. He got distracted! Naturally, he messed up his little mental plan on how to make you understand he liked you. Yet, it was cute.

• “Your eyes are so pretty. They leave me speechless” he simply blurted out, clenching his fists down his sides.

• A long silence followed that as you both blushed and you blinked at him in confusion. Uryuu panicked, of course, and the tips of his ears turned red. He knew words were not his forte at this point and he thought about kissing you instead.

• Yet, you surprised him when you said “I love you too, if that’s what you meant. Your eyes not quite bad too, by the way” you whispered, smiling softly.

• Uryuu smiled weakly and hugged you tightly. Yes, there was no doubt about it. You were definitely his soulmate. But his brain had short-circuited again and you had to clear your throat to remind him that he should have kissed you and not hugged you.

Aizen Sosuke.

• It was love at first sight. Or obsession, at first sight. He believed in that concept, but he never thought it would have ever happened to him. He was too self-centered, affected by his god complex and detached from any human emotion to feel a connection with someone. You were more than his obsession, at first. He was curious about you and how you simply seemed to break his walls and go with his flow without getting cut on his edges.

• As you two spent time together, he started to do some researches about the nature of some spiritual bonds among individuals and he found out that you two were most likely soulmates. What a shock. Aizen knew one thing for sure: if you were his soulmate, he had to have you by his side no matter what.

• ‘No matter what’ was a devious concept for him. Why? He did not care about what was the price to pay to win to you over, he would have done it. Or kidnapped you.

• As he watched you stroll around and talking with Shinji, he definitely uttered something among the lines of “Mine of no one else’s”. That night he trimmed his former Captain’s hair. Not long before that, Shinji became one of Aizen’s victims.

• As you seemed to be naturally drawn to him, though, he simply welcomed you into his life. He loved showing you a little soft side of him no one knew. You spent a lot of time sipping on tea and talking about calligraphy. You were so perfect for him. And he definitely loved it when you got too tired and fell asleep over his shoulder.

• Your natural predisposition for meddling into his business and figuring out his plans made him go crazy and he was soon forced to have a serious talk in the middle of the woods with you. You had stand by his side. If you were soulmates, you would have probably agreed in whatever wicked plans he had. Right?

• “Is this the part where you give me the choice to either follow you, or die right here? Of course I am in” you said, as he confronted you. Oh, the wolfish grin plastered over his face at that point was priceless.

• You were not as cruel as he was. You simply stack by his side and followed his orders, but he tried to keep your hands as clean as possible. After all, a beauty as yourself could not become too blood-thirsty. He did not want you to become as Gin, he was happy with having you glued by his hip.

• His confession was smooth. Right before he tricked Hinamori, he invited you to watch the fireworks together. After all, everybody did it and it would have been simply suspicious not to attend the mundane event. However, as you were sitting on the rooftop next to him, eyes twinkling for the technicolor lights exploding in the night sky, he grasped your jaw rather roughly and kissed you passionately.

• “Did I make it loud and clear?” he simply purred in your ear. Of course not. It was more than enough.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi.

• You caught the eye of this man. He probably wanted to experiment on you at first! Yet, as he studied your features better, he had to admit that you were too pretty for that and… What was that strange attraction he felt towards you? He wanted to know you, to be around you, to study you and not on you. The first thing he did after your first meeting was searching for answers and he got thunderstruck when he found them. He had a soulmate? That was absurd. It was weird thinking that you would have been able to understand him wholly and bear him at his worst.

• Ladies and gentlemen, he tried to be polite. The next day he tracked you down and apologized for his behavior. He told you he did not want to use you as a cavy anymore but that it would have been nice of you to help him understand if soulmates existed. That was his attempt to befriend you and it worked. He did not tell you he suspected you to he his soulmate at first. He did not want to scare you away.

• You two spent most of the time in his laboratory, helping him with his researches or, watching him do them, because he lost his patience over everything. But, eventually, you snapped. You tamed that maniac man by literally yelling at his face to calm down.

• He got offended at first.

• That little voice inside him told him to forgive you right away, though. How frustrating it was!

• After struggling to find a solution to a chemistry problem and you casually walked by dropping the solution, he was left speechless. He spent three alone, in the privacy of his room, to talk to himself about how could someone beat him at his own game.

• Months went by just like that, until you decided to sneak into his private room and rummage through his stuff. Finally, you found a file with your name over it and you were quite shocked to read that you were his soulmate. You planned to make your move on him, since he seemed to be too stubborn to confront you about it. However luck was not in your favor.

• He caught you with the papers in your hands and he fumed in anger.

• You were not even surprised by the argument that followed. It had become amusing at this point. But you knew how to turn the tables in your favor. As he yelled at you, you walked up to him slowly until just mere inches devided your faces.

• “How could you do that? You little—” he ranted, throwing his hands in the air as you simply captured his lips in yours with a kiss. Man, he stopped screaming and turned red from head to toe.

• “Oh. That was so much overdued, actually” he commented, rubbing his chin before kissing you again.

[shujichii]

your husband who loved calling you his wife— even outside of moments of necessity.

and the most fascinating part? he wasn't even aware of the fact how often he did it. he knew he did say it, but he wasn't aware of the fact how often he did. those two words, simple yet undeniably laced together with love and reverence, often tumbled out of his mouth before his brain could catch up.

"my wife would like these flowers," he had said to the wholesome elderly florist when he was about to buy a bouquet of your favorite flowers before returning home to you, his wallet— which had a small polaroid of you in it, by the way— already in hand.

"my wife did mention this the other day, now that i think about it." he had said to his friend who was rambling about the latest trending internet gossip.

"for my wife. i trust there isn't an issue?" he had simply said to the cashier upon noticing the way they lifted an eyebrow at the grocery basket filled to the brim with your favorite snacks, to which they gave a solemn, approving nod at his answer. good husband.

"my wife went out to run an errand, but she'll be back soon." he had even said to your best friend when they came to visit you, to which they replied with a very teasing smirk; "you could just say her name, y'know."

"a reservation for my wife and i, please."

"sorry, my wife is waiting for me. i must take my leave now."

"yes, that's my wife— i'm quite proud of her."

"I can take it from here, sweetheart. can't have my beautiful wife overworking herself now, can i?"

and the list went on.

and yet, you didn't mind it. not at all— you had no reason to. your heart always did that funny little flip whenever he'd call you his wife the way he did, the corner of your lips never failing to curl into a smile. he would always say it so naturally— so genuinely, like those words were etched onto his soul for your very existence alone. and you certainly didn't miss the way his tone would sound a touch softer everytime he referred to you, like you needed to be spoken of with the utmost care and gentleness.

so, one day, you decided it was about time you struck.

"you call me that a lot."

his hands— which were reaching for the kitchen towel to dry his hands with after washing the dishes, yes, the dishes because chores are shared in this household— paused midway. he turned his head to look at you, where you had been perched on the counter, your legs swaying ever so slightly.

"call you what?" he inquired with a small tilt of his head, reaching for the towel at last and patting his hands dry.

"you know, your wife."

he immediately caught onto the teasing glint in your eyes, yet; it was unmistakably edged with a hint of affection.

for a moment, he just stood there wordlessly, blinking once, then twice, his brain taking its sweet, sweet time to allow your words to sink in. you, on the other hand, were practically straining your eyes to catch on any shifts in his expression or posture.

and then, you caught it; the faint reddening of the tips of his ears. he subtly cleared his throat, and your smile stretched into a grin.

alas, that dazzling curve of your lips disappeared as soon as it appeared when the man suddenly approached you in a swift few strides, standing between your legs and pressing his palms on either side of the counter which you sat on to cage you in.

you blinked.

"i do, yes."

he didn't even try to deny it. well, he didn't have a reason to. you were his wife, after all. where was the lie in that? and of course, he was absolutely proud of it.

then, he leaned in slightly, his tone lowering. "unless you prefer i stop calling you that?"

oh, now he was the one with that mischievous little twinkle in his eyes. inwardly, you faltered at the sudden boldness of his actions, your fingertips twitching against the surface of the counter. but outwardly? two can play the game.

then, with a deceptively sweet smile, you tilted your head, shot your hand forward and yanked on the collar of his shirt with force— his body jerking towards you.

"not at all," you smirked, inching closer. "i can't say i mind when my sweet husband calls me that."

his confidence faltered for a moment. you were about to internally celebrate your small victory until one of his hands slid up from the counter, now resting on your hips, his fingertips lightly pressing into your skin.

".. let's hear that again."

let's just say, ever since that faithful encounter, "my husband" had also started slipping out.

and every time? it got to him. oh, it definitely did.

(not my second fluff also taking place in the kitchen lol. i promise it's gonna be different next time.)

♡ nanami kento, geto suguru, fushiguro megumi (jjk), zayne, sylus (lads), wriothesley, neuvillette, alhaitham, diluc, ayato (genshin), jiyan, xiangli yao (wuwa), jugram haschwalth (self indulgence because i love him.), kuchiki byakuya, ishida uryuu, ishida ryuken (bleach), anyone else you'd like.

[arabella0001]

you drunk text them part 1

characters: Urahara, Aizen, Grimmjow, Ulquiorra

part 2 here: Ichigo, Renji, Isihida, Byakuya, Toshiro, Shunsui

[kiwicopia]

🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Size 🔞

🎃 Uryu x Fem!Reader 🎃

TW: size difference, small/short reader, usage of a dildo, cowgirl to lotus position, slightly impatient reader, slight teasing, reader being called princess, slightly rough Uryu, creampie, slight cumflation.

tags: @shes-so-insane @uzxotic

There was nothing that pissed you off more than the sheer size of your boyfriend. You didn’t hate how big he was, no, but it was more so the fact that preparation was always required just for you to even take him. Despite not saying anything outright, you could tell he got off knowing he couldn’t fit entirely every single time. That little smirk of his was a dead giveaway, and it always pissed you off. So much so that you decided that tonight was the night you’d take all of him.

“You don’t have to do this,” he told you. Uryu sat against the headboard of the bed, his pretty blues watching as you fucked yourself with your dildo. It wasn’t as thick as his cock, but you only needed to be stretched out just enough for him to at least settle in without too much of a hassle. Your brows furrowed at his words as you continued bullying your pussy with the toy, trying desperately to not lose focus on the task at hand. The man chuckled at your lack of a response. “It’s okay if you can’t—.” 

“I will,” you huffed. He only hummed in response as he continued watching you. Your dedication was something Uryu always adored, but this time, however, it worried him. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you, yet he also knew this was something you wouldn’t back down from that easily. Swaying you was a difficult task, and besides, he quite enjoyed the little show in front of him. So, he remained quiet and continued to watch as your slick cunt swallowed more of the dildo, almost reaching the base of the handle. 

He groaned softly at the sight and wrapped a hand around his cock, slowly pumping it. His ears picked up the soft squelching from your hole, which only made him yearn for you more than he already did. Uryu then leaned his head back as he continued stroking himself, letting his thumb rub gentle circles over the slit of his tip. Your eyes flicked towards him, watching as he used his precum as lube, allowing his movements to increase just a little. 

Uryu withheld from releasing, jaw clenching as he reluctantly removed his hand. You knew it was torture for him to not finish all the way, which was why you were thankful that the time spent prepping yourself came to an end shortly after. Your poor boyfriend didn’t have time to react when you suddenly straddled him, hands pressed firmly against his chest as your slick cunt slid along his thick length, grinding in a way that pulled a soft groan from his lips. 

“Ready?” He asked, earning a quick nod from you that caused him to chuckle. His large hands gripped your hips, helping to keep you steady as you lifted yourself to line him up with your entrance. His bulbous head prodded your cunt before slowly pushing past your wet folds as you eased yourself down with his assistance. The stretch burned, but it wasn’t enough to make you quit. You were too dead set on taking all of him, and you would make sure it happened. 

The ache in your core as his dick inched deeper into your pussy was slowly becoming unbearable. Still, you were always glad to prepare yourself beforehand, otherwise things would have felt much worse. “Fuck,” you hissed. Your walls hugged him so tightly that it almost hurt to keep going. 

“Having trouble, princess?” Uryu asked, his tone holding a bit of tease within it. His thumbs pressed into the soft squish of your hips, earning a small whine from you. “It’s okay if you can’t take it all.” 

“I want to,” you told him. He was barely halfway inside of you before his hips suddenly bucked, causing a shrill moan to rip from your throat as he finally bottomed out. Your walls clenched immediately, dragging a guttural groan straight out of his chest. 

Uryu didn’t give you too much time to adjust before he began slamming up into you, his fingers digging into your hips a little more while your nails scraped against his chest, marking his skin a vibrant red. “So tight,” he rasped, panting softly as his cock drilled into you repeatedly. The squelching only added to the feeling, and he let out a low hum while leaning his head against the headboard. It wasn’t long after that he suddenly sat up, hands leaving your hips to wrap around your waist as he sat up, keeping you pressed against his chest as he fucked you. “You feel so good, princess.” 

All you could do was moan against his shoulder, mixing in a few whines as his thick length continued to bully your tight hole with his brutal pace. The feeling was immaculate—heavenly to the point that you could no longer utter complete sentences. Incoherent babbles spilled from your lips when you tried, muffled by his breathy chuckles as his hips smacked against yours. The pleasure was too much now, having built itself into a tightly wound ball that threatened to unravel at any moment—and it was soon. 

You came first. Fast, hard, and without any warning whatsoever, other than a sudden cry that was muffled by his soft grunting. Your warm, gummy walls tightened around his dick, squeezing him so tightly that he had no choice but to cum that very second. You couldn’t help but clench again when his seed spilled into you, painting your walls with thick, white ropes. It made you feel stuffed with the way his cum leaked from your cunt, but you didn’t mind. 

After all, you got what you wanted in the end, and so did he.