Bleach X Reader - Blog Posts

So here is a tentative schedule for writers who want to participate! Again, reblogging/posting older content created by you is perfectly ok!! Will just have to tag me on the reblogs so i see it.

Here is a rough list.

I am open for suggestions!!!

June 22: Alternate Universe (prompts provided or pick your own!)

June 23: OCs (stories, profiles, artwork, songs, inspirstions etc)

June 24: Drabble Challenge 100 words or less (prompts provided or use random generator)

June 25: Favorite ship/ self ship/ poly ship etc

June 26: Recreate and rewrite your favourite Bleach moment in your own words! (thank you @myrottingbrain for the suggestion)

June 27: Kink and Tropes (combine a kink and a trope. Pick your own, have someone pick it for you or random generator!) OR ooc (let’s write a character completely out of character)

June 28: end with PRIDE!!!! Celebrate PRIDE Month 🩷

Shinji Hirako Headcanons ఌ

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

Shinji is a freak in the bedroom. He likes to try out every kind of different new things & for real he has no fucking boundaries at all. Even if it’s the filthiest & nastiest thing ever? He would give it a try cause he likes it crazy & filthy.

Shinji is very clingy. He loves it being constantly on your side, annoying you or teasing you. He‘s very affectionate & touchy and loves every kind of physical interaction as long as it’s with you.

Shinji loves to fuck you outside in the nature or wherever you both are in the moment. He‘s a bit of an Exhibitionism fan, loving the thrill of pounding your wet pussy at any place he wants. He would wear his smug grin on his face while he would fuck you against a tree, not caring if a single soul would see ya.

Shinji is funny as hell. Constantly telling jokes or making you laugh with the simplest mundane things in the world. He‘s also really clumsy & trips almost over everything cause he has two left feet. Never takes anything serious of it though, what makes him even more charming.

Shinji prefers to fuck you deep & slowly in missionary. He loves to see your little reactions on how his dick would slam into your pussy, while he watches you every single moment. He loves to keep intense eye contact with you all the time & always wears his signature grin in his face while his cock has no mercy on your cunt.

Shinji has a really pretty cock. An average size of 18 cm, slightly curved upwards and a bit on the thinner side but firm. He knows how to use it on you & is really skilled with it.

Shinji loves to get pegged by you. Yeah you heard right. Use your toys on him, he has no fucking problem at all with it. You could probably eat his ass out he wouldn’t mind. Like i said he‘s a freak in the bed.

Shinji can eat pussy like a god, i tell yall. He takes his sweet time in between your thighs, sucking onto your clit, tongue teasing & fucking your entrance. His tongue alone could make you cum all over him, making you squirt without using his fingers. He would look up from time to time, grinning at you with his mouth covered in his saliva and your release.

Shinji loves receiving sloppy slow blowjobs from you. Getting on your knees for him, while he sits lazily on the couch leaned back. He would watch you all the time, how you take his cock slowly completely full into your mouth. Seeing your spit spilling everywhere along with the load of cum he shot’s afterwards into your mouth.

Shinji can be very vocal if he wants to. Sometimes deep groans or growls but mostly high pitched moans. He would definitely whimper & moan so high pitched especially when you are the one taking control, like riding his cock.

Kenpachissluut writes ఌ

comments & reblogs appreciated 🫶🏻

@darthwhorecrux literally just this man (Link to amazing Twitter artist and all their Bleach sketches):

in this:

I'm so writing this and tagging you, promise.

Hey, can you write about Aizen being a girl dad and doting on her. Y/n and Aizen being parents and enjoying that parenthood together. The daughter looking like y/n but having similar wits as him.

Ohhh it's been a long time since I wrote Papa Aizen! Thank you for your request!

CW: this is SFW! Also human Aizen because I've been in a mood for him lately!

At his core, Aizen was a man of science and logic. He knew how genetics worked, he understood it at the cellular and molecular level.

Yet it amazed him every time he looked at his daughter, how she was a spitting image of you. The way her eyes lit up when he picked her up from daycare to the way she smiled or even cried – it was, much to Aizen's dismay, uncanny.

Yet even with your looks, your slight mannerisms (she was her own person after all – that much Aizen and you instilled into her), she was a clever little girl. It amused him and unnerved you.

Children are like sponges – he wonders what else she'll learn from him.

Today though, was just a simple grocery store run. You had asked Aizen to pick up a few things for dinner and your daughter politely asked if she could come along. Manners were important to him, and it is again, of no surprise, she learned them as well.

"Oh Aizen-san, your daughter is so well-behaved!"

"I never met such a polite child!"

He would smile and nod, thanking them for the compliments, but he always wondered about her - was she like him? Perceiving the world around them a bit differently from the rest? He noticed she would be a bit more protective of you, almost like he was.

Strangers would joke and tease how she was a “mini” version of you, but close friends and family knew she was more like her dear father.

Nonetheless, a grocery run with his daughter would provide some interesting insights. She was still small enough to sit in the cart, but he asked her (politely of course) if she wanted to sit. She nodded her head, and she became queen of the cart.

“Do you remember what mommy asked for?” Aizen quizzed her. The way she bit her lip and thought about it was so eerily like you.

“Green onions!”

“Excellent, what else?”

“Hmm… toys?”

Aizen chuckled, "no, I don't think that's what mommy asked for."

She pouted, but without missing a beat, "but mommy loves playing with me."

Interesting, Aizen thought, how she was using a fact about you to cover her own interests. An amused look crossed his face. "If I remember what mommy said, she asked for mirin."

His daughter opened her mouth to say something, but nodded along, clapping her hands. As he pushed the cart down the aisles, he would stop to look at different items. Without fail, he would see, in the corner of his eye, his daughter picking up an item with great interest, and trying carefully to place it into the cart without him knowing.

And now they were in the bakery, looking at the selection of cakes, pastries and other baked goods on display.

"Daddy, up please!" She pleaded, stretching her arms overhead. And who was Aizen to say no? He carefully picked her up out of the cart and steadied her. Her eyes lit up at the assortment of goods that laid in front of her.

Aizen walked slightly away, near the fresh breads and feigned interest in the variety of loaves. He watched his daughter pick up a pre-sliced cake piece and again, place it carefully in the cart.

Once she was successful, she quickly turned around and spotted him immediately. Rushing towards him, she clung to Aizen's leg. Without even a thought, he picked her up, "did you see anything interesting?" He asked her.

She shook her head, placing it on his shoulder. He could see she was getting tired.

"Then lets go home then, mommy must be waiting for us."

Aizen placed her back in the cart, but also began removing some of the items she had placed before. He could see her slowly blink, struggling to stay awake. He gently patted her head as she began to doze.

But he kept one item in the cart - the slice of cake. It happened to be your favourite. He wondered if it was because of you, or if she had also begun to enjoy the taste as well. Curiosity filled his mind as to what was going through his daughter's mind when she was picking up each item.

But Aizen knew better than to wake a sleeping toddler. Although his daughter was well-mannered, she was still a child, and he knew better than to start a tantrum.

But she groggily woke up as soon as they reached home.

"Welcome home!" You beamed, as you picked your daughter from Aizen. "And did you get everything I asked for?" You asked her.

She nodded her head vigorously, "we did! I also got you a bunch of stuff, mommy!"

"You did? Why don't you show me?"

Aizen couldn't help but smile at the sight of his daughter leading you to the kitchen as he carried the groceries. The three of you began to unpack, but your daughter was beginning to huff.

"Daddy," she whined, "where's all the stuff?"

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about." Aizen lied, wondering what she would do.

She blinked at him - as if your eyes were staring directly at him. He felt a smidge of guilt but held on to his curiosity.

"I got mommy pretty things." She said, her voice cracking, eyes watering instantly.

You looked at the two of them confused, "oh, you don't have to get me anything!" You cooed at her, picking her up. You nuzzled her cheek to comfort her, as she clung on to you tight.

"Did you mean this?" Aizen asked his daughter, holding the cake slice.

She shot up in your arms, "yes! Mommy's favourite!" She giggled.

"You got this for me?" You asked her, "you're too sweet." You smiled, kissing her on her forehead. “Let’s have it together after dinner.”

Aizen had a slight smirk on his face as he continued to observe his daughter. She seemed pleased with your suggestion.

Dinner came with a show, as you watched with amusement as your daughter tried to shove her food on to Aizen’s plate.

“That’s not very nice dear, food is for eating, not playing with.” You chided her. She pouted as she looked at her mess.

“She’s trying to get me full.” Aizen chuckled. “More cake for the two of you.” He smiled, catching on to what she was doing.

Your daughter’s mouth hung open; eyes wide as she got caught, “nuh uh! Daddy you don’t like cake.”

“I do like cake.” Aizen replied calmly, a smile on his face as he wondered where his daughter would go with this. “I especially like the cake mommy makes.”

“Me too! Mommy makes the best cakes.”

You couldn’t help but smile, “you two flatter me so much, how about we make a cake on the weekend?”

Your daughter nodded her head enthusiastically, clapping.

Once dinner was put away and your daughter cleaned up, you brought out the small slice of cake. You cut a piece for your daughter, feeding it to her, but she only took two bites. Aizen himself, didn’t want much of it. You were also full, leaving the remainder for tomorrow. Although your daughter was full, she was excited, “mommy, when is the weekend?”

“A few more days.” You gently patted her head.

“Can it come sooner? I wanna bake a cake with you and daddy now.” She whined.

It was then Aizen realized, the slice of cake wasn’t what she wanted, but to have the three of you make a cake together. He looked at his daughter, who stared back to him, a small smile on her face.

How amusing, Aizen thought, thinking of what other traps and ideas she would have in store for the two of you.

Thanks for your request! I had an idea based off something that happened between my little sister and dad when she was a toddler, but it was hard to write (and I can't see Aizen at WalMart HAHAHA).

Sweet talk & Switchblades (Delinquent!Grimmjow x Reader)

Also available on Ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/65163163

The whole thing started with an argument over a bike.

You were running a bit late. That was nothing new. You didn't know how you always managed to be racing the clock when you tried to set several alarms to wake up on time, but perhaps your neighbours and their incessant arguing had well and truly fucked up your Circadian rhythm. You’d tried to ask them nicely to keep it down, but they always apologised and then forgot their promises to lower the volume a couple of weeks later. You'd woken from a fractious sleep like the dead hauled from a grave, only for your body to clumsily lurch into gear when you realised the time.

Either way, you were in no mood for some wannabe delinquent's shit, especially not when they looked like they were barely out of high school.

You were hurrying to get to the station, your bag banging painfully against your hip as you moved, trying not to outright run and get out of breath but moving fast enough to make an actual difference, and your armpits were already starting to dampen from the exertion. You could see the steps leading down to the platform up ahead, like some kind of beacon.

There was a convenience store right beside the station entrance, which normally was a godsend when you forgot to make breakfast and wanting to grab a quick snack to keep you going on the ride to work, or a place you could walk to in the evenings on balmy evenings to pick something up and stretch your legs before winding down for the night. You recognised its glowing sign very well, like a checkpoint that indicated you were nearly home after a long day. Under normal circumstances, its presence was a stable, comforting one. But that was not the case today.

Your path was impeded by a bunch of bikes. Admittedly you didn't know shit about bikes, so you couldn't tell if they were just large scooters or small motorbikes or something inbetween, but either way they were blocking your path to the steps. You nearly tripped over your own toes as you suddenly lurched to a halt to avoid them, given how fast you’d been walking, hissing between your teeth as you knocked lightly into one of the bikes. A group of guys who looked like their ages ranged from late teens to perhaps their thirties, judging by the tall skinny guy, had the nerve to look over at you like you’d disturbed them.

"Oi, watch it, girlie." said a blonde guy who might have been attractive if it wasn't for the sneer on his face, like he was smelling something bad.

You bristled instinctively at his tone. Girlie?

"Excuse me?" you bit out, doing your best to keep your voice, an even volume and not let it go all high and priggish.

"Yeah, watch it!" a shorter guy with a mouth that looked like it's been punched several times chime in, his teeth chipped as he speaks. "You coulda scratched the paint!"

"By lightly bumping it with my bag? Where'd you get it, random parts in a junkyard?" you snark in response, unimpressed by the posturing. Real tough guys these were, five of them all staring down one woman who just wanted to get down the goddamn stairs. Not to mention, what were they doing loitering on some random street? Didn’t they have another gang to go punch or whatever it was they did to amuse themselves?

The boy's face was painted with shock at your retort for a split second and it took him a moment to recover, like he was taking a second to process what you said, like a slow computer buffering.

"You got a mouth on you, huh?" a heavyset guy with a red mohawk commented, more a factual statement than an accusation, but it didn't put you any more at ease. The way they were looking at you wasn't dissimilar to a pack of dogs who have heard an animal moving through the brush and are debating if it’s worth the chase.

They still hadn’t moved and you desperately wanted to check the time on your phone, but you didn’t want to risk taking it out and tempting them to snatch it off you – you wouldn’t have been able to stop all of them if they did, and with their bikes they could easily get away before you had time to react. Instead you drew in some air, trying to keep your cool despite the mounting irritation.

“I just want to get past.” You said, but they just chuckle mockingly at you.

“Yeah, sorry, but we’re waiting. You’re gonna have to take the long way.” Drawled the blonde guy, leaning back against his bike, hair spilling down his back over his jacket.

Your patience (what little you had left of it) was reaching its limit – you shouldn’t have to ask them to move more than once. Or at all.

"Move your goddamn bikes."

All of them suddenly stopped smirking. If this were a movie, it would be the scene where tumbleweed crossed the barren landscape, just before the shootout.

Got to stop watching shows so late at night. You thought to yourself, irrationally.

The shortest guy stepped closer.

"What did you say?" he said, and you're starting to understand why his teeth look like that - you're starting to want to punch him in the mouth as well. What was so difficult for them to understand, exactly? And because you doubt another girl would be as upfront as you, should one happen to be the next poor person who simply needed to get from A to B in a timely manner, you couldn't back down now. You would not.

"You heard." you replied, folding your arms, anger pulsing through you like a second heartbeat.

The stunned looks on their faces would have been pretty amusing if you weren't so keenly aware of the five of them against one of you, the bikes in your way like a shiver of steel sharks, but there was nowhere else for you to get onto the platform, not unless you crossed the street and walked even further and you had a feeling that if you tried that now, they'd chase you. Probably yelling insults and throwing things. Or worse. The best way around this is through.

The runtier guy glanced over his shoulder for a second, like he's asking the others silent permission or something. He's trying to look menacing but the scowl on his face made him look more petulant than anything else.

"You little-"

"What's this?"

A deep voice suddenly cut through the tension, and immediately, it's like they'd all forgotten about you. Every head turned towards the source of the noise and, unwittingly, you raised your eyes.

A tall figure strode towards the commotion, having just emerged from the convenience store. Your eyes were drawn to him inexorably, something about him immediately demanding your attention. He wore jeans and a black leather jacket with silver studs on the shoulders, which caught the light. Electric blue hair was swept back off a handsome, chiselled face, a couple of strands hanging between his eyes. He was smirking and something about the curve of his mouth, the half-lidded slant to his eyes, sent a spark licking down the length of your spine. There's something about the way he moved that told you he knew how to fight, there's a fluid, feral grace to his movements.

"I told you dumbasses to wait out here and you can't even do that right?"

He drew closer to you and you could smell him, a spicy kind of cologne mixed with cigarette smoke and styling wax. He wasted zero time in getting all up into your personal space and your feet gave ground to his approach on reflex. He grinned, looming over you, the collar of his shirt gaping open enough to reveal hard, firm pectoral muscles and a silver dog tag glinting between them. Your legs hit the bushes bordering the path and the leaves tickled your skin.

"I just asked them to move out of the way." you said, proud of yourself for keeping your voice from shaking, even if it sounds breathy to your ears.

"She mouthed off at us, Grimmjow!" piped the runt behind him, like a kid tattling to his older brother.

Grimmjow - what a strange name, yet it suits him somehow, adding an extra flair to his already striking appearance - regarded you with amusement and slight condescension.

"Did she."

He doesn't look angry, there's a glint in his eyes as if he's intrigued, and you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away, his eyes sucking you in and holding you there, rendering your body immobile, refusing to obey your mind's commands. He moved in closer, taking obvious pleasure in crowding you and cutting off any potential escape route.

“You’re lucky I don’t have time for you right now, sweetheart.” He said in a lazy drawl, leaning in and resting a hand on your shoulder, where you noticed that several thick silver rings adorned his fingers. “Got places to be. But before I go, what’s your name?”

Your heart was pounding in your chest – would he seriously let you just walk off after giving his friends attitude? He definitely looked the part of a delinquent, maybe even a gangster, far more than any of his friends did. And he seemed to be the leader and you had no doubt if you were a man the situation wouldn’t be playing out this way, but you weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Why do you want to know my name?” you asked, and he gave a soft, dangerous chuckle.

“Playing hard to get, huh?” he asked, quietly enough that only you could hear him. His eyes bored into yours and his hand dipped lower, settling on your waist and squeezing. The strength in his fingers alone drove a gasp from your throat. “Heh. Have it your own way.”

An indignant splutter left your mouth as his hand brushes over the swell of your ass as he straightened up and a blush burned your face – did he just-?! Your mouth fell open to say something, which was probably not wise, but nothing happened, just a faint croaking noise emerging from your throat. It happened so quickly you’re already doubting it it did at all.

“We’re leaving.” Grimmjow commanded the men behind him casually, like he was giving out his drink order. “Move it.”

“But-“ the runt protested.

He glared at the smallest guy, who visibly shrank back, chin dipping to his chest.

“Yeah? Got something to say, D-Roy?”

D-Roy? That had to be a nickname, surely. Unless the idiot just happened to have particularly cruel parents. D-Roy quickly shook his head, shooting a glance at you that was both fearful and resentful, and one by one the gathered group get on their bikes and just like that, your path was cleared. You half expected to hear a videogame jingle to indicate you could proceed.

You were determined not to look back as you practically ran for the stairs, but just as your head was about to disappear down past the brick wall either side of the steps, you couldn’t stop yourself from looking out of the corner of your eye.

Grimmjow was watching you, a smirk on his face that immediately made you uneasy, like he knew something you didn’t and was savouring in your woeful ignorance. With a sharp inhale, you faced forward and hurried down the steps – perhaps if you were lucky, you could still get your train.

Grimmjow strode towards his bike, which had been concealed from your vision by the others. His was larger, sleeker and cooler-looking than those of his gang and he straddled it with the expertise of a cowboy getting atop his horse, revving the engine.

“You’re really going to let her off the hook that easy?” Shawlong queried, in a dry voice, drawing his bike up beside Grimmjow’s, but still staying slightly behind out of silent respect. Grimmjow’s lip quirked, revealing a flash of teeth.

“Who said anything about letting her off the hook?” he responded with a shrug of his wide shoulders. “When I want to find her, I know where to look.”

“How do you know that?” Ilforte asked, sounding surprised. “You’ve met her before?”

“Nah,” Grimmjow answered, procuring something from his sleeve and holding it between two fingers, the grin on his face widening.

Between index and middle finger sat what looked like a building pass, complete with a lanyard strap dangling down, the corporate logo at complete odds when contrasted against the worn leather of his jacket sleeve. You hadn’t even noticed him lift it from your pocket, too busy getting flustered over him touching you. You’d pay for your lack of observational skills later.

“She’ll be wanting this back.” Grimmjow said, a feral spark lighting the blue of his eyes.

Let the hunt begin.

The date is officially locked it! Thank you everyone for voting!

When?

Bleach SMUTfest 2025 will be from June 22-June 28!!!!

What?

Bleach SMUTfest will be a fun 7-day event that will celebrate, appreciate and encourage writers and readers to help keep the fandom alive!

Why?

I have noticed the Bleach fandom has gone a little quiet lately. Sometimes taking a break is ok! As long as you come back to us! So why not reconnect and rekindle that love this summer!

Who?

This event is for both writers and readers and anyone else who just loves a good Bleach moment. This will be an +18 event, so no minors allowed.

What to expect?

I have some ideas: writing prompts, polls, tag games, writing games etc. Any suggestions are welcomed and appreciated!

I should have each day planned out by mid May to give plenty of time for anyone interested to start planning and writing!

Reblogging of old fics is allowed and encouraged! As long as it is yours!

No AI generated fic. Nope. Shoo.

Smut, fluff, angst, dark content, anything is acceptable. But be careful with controversial and problematic topics. It’s on you to understand what is considered problematic or not.

For the month of May, I will regularly post fun short head canons and imagines on this blog to help boost this event! So stay tuned!

You have have any questions or suggestions, you can message me here 🥰 or my main @villainsrtasty

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If they had jobs in the world of the living. - part 1

Warning: SMUT, NO MINORS, MORDERN AU, short imagines/drabbles.

AIZEN, GRIMMJOW, JUSHIRO, KENPACHI, SHUHEI, SZAYELAPORRO

Aizen - University Professor

You had questions. You had many questions. And he always had an answer.

It was way past his office hours, yet he still stayed behind to answer your questions. You were a studious student and he intended to reward your diligence. 

You read out loud the poetic phrases you supposedly were struggling to interpret. 

However, you were now struggling to articulate. 

He had an interesting way to lecture you— bent over his sturdy old desk, his naked hips connected to yours and his movements flowed like poetry itself. Your words spilled out, interrupted with the occasional ‘ahhh’ and ‘mmmmph’.

Eventually, he increased his pace, the sound of skin slapping added to the rhythmic beat. At this point, there were no elegant words flowing out of your mouth and you had become nothing but a moaning mess. 

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Grimmjow- Gym Trainer

You hated squats! You couldn't get the form right and it would hurt your knees. And you were growing frustrated.

Grimmjow, your hot personal trainer, had a perfect solution for your squatting problem. 

He stood behind you and guided your motions. “Hinge from the hips. Get that ass touching me”. 

Well, you got the hip hinge part pretty quickly. Your round, soft butt would stick back and out, brushing up against his hand. No wait. His hard abs? His leg? Wait. It was too pointy to be any of those body parts. 

You tried again, movement coming from your hip joints and you stuck out your ass, your stretchy yoga pants accentuating your movements. 

You slowly grind up against him again. You gasped. Did it just grow and twitch? 

“That’s it! Give me 10 of those”, he encouraged. 

The encouragement was enough to keep you going and not question anything. You gave him perfect 10 reps and with each rep, that thing you touched with your butt kept growing. At this point, you know what you were tapping. However, you chose to remain oblivious and innocent. 

After your last rep, you straightened yourself up and squeezed your butt muscles together. You felt the burn in all the right spots! Knees did not hurt. Guess he was a great trainer after all!

“Good job! Now you want to learn how to do some deep sumo squats?”, he asked.

You turned around and noticed the visible tent in his pants. 

“Sure”, you replied. Might as well entertain him and yourself. 

He guided you to the back of the gym and let’s just say you became a master at the sumo squats very quickly. You gave him 3 sets of 20, while he laid on the floor and you used his erect dick as the target for your pussy to sit into.  

“Fuck ya!!! Feel the burn baby! Ya feeling the burn?”

“Yes yes! I feel the burn ugh…i feel the burn!”

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Jushiro - School Teacher 

“Mommy always says you're so beautiful”, the little girl said to her preschool teacher that morning. 

Your daughter and her innocent, unfiltered mouth got you into this mess. 

Mess as in— making out with her teacher— in the classroom after a parents teacher meeting. 

You couldn't avoid it. He approached you with what your daughter had said and you couldn't deny it. He was a gorgeous angel who fell from the heavens. And you wanted a taste of that celestial being. 

And a taste you got! His tongue was really dancing around in your mouth. His hips were grinding against yours, your body pinned against his desk.

You were ready to throw away your dignity and your clothes with it. You could feel his arousal growing-- his hard erection poking you between your legs and teasing your clit as it rubbed against your tight yoga pants. Yes, you were that one parent who wore yoga pants and a crop top to your child's 'parent's teacher meeting' just to have the divine teacher notice you.

Now that he noticed you, you wanted more. Your hand trailed down his chest and towards his pants but he grabbed your wrist to stop you from proceeding any further.

“I can't do this. Not here. The kids sit on those desks. And I have to come back to this place tomorrow". He paused for a second and glanced at the wall clock. "What about the parking lot?"

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Kenpachi- Car Mechanic

He finished giving your car a good tune-up. Now it was your turn!

His greasy, unwashed hands leave stains all over your clothes and he has you spread out on the back seat of your car. He roughly slams his 10 inch cock into your pretty pussy, shaking the entire vehicle with each forceful thrust.

He pulled out his cock and admired how it glistened with your juices. “The oil is very dirty. Gonna replace it”. And he shamelessly stuck himself back inside you.

He doesn't hold back when he unleashes his load inside, unbothered by the fact he creampied you to the brink. He pulls his cock out with his dirty hands and slaps the sensitive tip against your swollen clit, making your flinch. 

“Gotta change the dirty oil often. Come back every week for a fresh refill”.

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Shūhei- Newspaper Editor

Shuhei was beyond stressed. There wasn't much news to report on anymore. Which was a good thing, right? Not for Shuhei. 

Where was the scandal? The tea? The crime?

You, one of the reporters, walked into his office looking just as bored. You were wearing your revealing, low cut top and short skirt. It was always a good idea to look alluring enough to get people to talk— spill the beans— you called it. 

But Shuhei was about to spill his beans. The blush on his face was hard to conceal. What was even more obvious was the growing tent between his legs? 

You thought you were being cautious when you gave him a delicious blow job under the table. Little did you know the newspaper photographer was hiding in one of the supply closets.

The next day.

Headline with a photo: 

Recent scandal in the office: City's most beloved and hard working editor caught in action with a staff member. Eyewitnesses say it began with a simple taste test and quickly escalated into a full-course meal. The editor looked truly refreshed and recharged afterward. 

You wanted some tea. And here you were served a delicious fresh brew with extra rich cream.

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Szayelaporro- Fertility Doctor

100% success rate on the first round. 

What was his secret? 

This was your first visit. The assistant did some blood work and took your vitals. And like any other doctor’s office, you waited….and waited. You almost drifted off while laying on the exam table. 

The doctor finally walked in with a needleless syringe—thicker and longer than usual—filled with his patented ‘magic solution’.

You were already striped and barely covered up by the short and tight hospital gown. 

He didn't say much. Nothing was explained. No risks were discussed. No consent was taken.

His pink hair disappeared between your thighs.  Your legs were already propped up on the stirrups, giving him a perfect view. He parted your soft lips with his hand, the latex fingers rubbing gently against your clit. Your response was unavoidable— a gentle moan had escaped you.

A small grin tugged on his lips but he remained professional and continued to separate your folds, making an opening for his syringe to penetrate through. 

Now he had to insert the entire 8 inch syringe deep inside you until the tip kissed your cervix. You shuddered beneath him, self-control slipping and your mind giving away to momentary pleasure. 

“You shameless creature”, you heard him whisper from below.

A blush grew across your cheeks but you did not stop him. He began to flick his wrist, plunging the syringe in and out of your hole, making a sloppy, slippery mess out of your pussy. 

“This is perfect! The extra fluids and the muscle contractions will help carry the liquid inside and deliver it to the precious egg”, he explained and closely observed your body go into spasm.

He injected the mysterious fluid inside, your body happily accepted it and not a single drop was wasted. 

You quickly changed and made your way out the door, gathering your shame with you. 

Yet you hesitated at the doorway, a burning question pressing on your mind.

“Do I need to have sex with my partner right away?

“Not necessary at all. In fact, you have already conceived”. 

100% success rate was no joke.

-

Forgot to give credit where credit was due. Thanks for the suggestions @whatshernameis @kryptoniteforsale

𝓐 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝔃𝓮𝓷 𝓒𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓷

Sosuke Aizen x f. Reader

3.1k

Scenario: Reader is Aizen’s partner and has arrived at Hueco Mundo. She is feeling lonely and sad and her ice Zanpakuto manifests all those emotions into physical symptoms, putting her in danger.

Warning/TRIGGERS: sfw, angst, fluff, mention of death, despair, sadness, grief, depression, bullying, fluff ending.

a/n: This was a specific request by @kirasousuke Thank you for trusting me on this! I hope it was somewhat to your satisfaction.

Till death do us part.

Those unspoken vows echoed through your grieving soul, a bond and a commitment to a man who was now regarded as a traitor. Although those words were never uttered, the red string of fate is what kept you anchored to this relationship. 

You looked ill, your body stiff like a block of ice and vigorless. You sat at the dining table, and arrancar servants were serving you the evening dinner. The coming and going of the Arrancars, as they piled food onto the table, was nothing more than a blur in the background. Your eyes were locked onto the empty seat in front of you. That empty seat belonged to your husband— the man who you barely saw since your arrival. The man who you barely left before your departure. 

It felt like only yesterday when you were writing poetry in his Captain’s quarters, reading aloud as he quietly listened to each carefully chosen word. Your soft voice calmed his racing thoughts. 

You do not blame him for the decisions he made. The betrayal was already written in his books. However, he only chose to share his plans at the right moment— the day before the departure. It did not give you enough time to prepare; physically, mentally and emotionally. And so, you were left with a deep wound in your heart—and the only way your body knew to heal it was to freeze it over with a thin layer of ice.

You heard footsteps from behind you, recognizing them instantly. Actually, no. They did not sound like your husband's footsteps. At least not the version you fell in love with in the Soul Society. 

His footsteps held more authority. Each strike of his heel sent ripples of fear through the Arrancar servants, who hastily stepped aside to allow his entrance.

“Lord Aizen”, you heard the weak voices shaking with fear. Why did they fear your dear beloved husband? Oh yes. He was not the same sweet innocent Captain of the fifth squad anymore. He instilled fear among his creations and demanded respect like never before. 

You watch him take a seat across from you. You could hear some whispers and gossip stir amongst the idling arrancars.

“She dare not stand up and greet Lord Aizen!”

“Even if she is the wife, respect is still demanded!”

“She thinks all high and mighty of herself”. 

Aizen paid no attention to the brewing whispers as it was all beneath him. But underneath all that facade, it fed his pride.

And as a supportive wife, you were proud of the man he had become. Unfortunately, you lost the man you once knew in the process.

He gave the arrancars a quick side glance. The chatter disappeared as they all cleared the room but their haunting whispers remained inside your head.

“Not hungry?”, he asked, noticing you did not touch the food that was so generously offered.

You weakly nod your head. This was your first dinner together in Hueco Mundo, so you could have shown more enthusiasm but you had no energy and no appetite. 

“Neither am I”. He leaned back, grabbing his cup of tea and giving it a gentle sip. Now that was a familiar sound that wrapped around you like a memory, steeped in nostalgia. Sadly, that warm feeling didn’t linger long enough to melt the growing sheet of ice slowly enveloping you in despair.

He was interrupted by the piercing voice of a small female arrancar. She had made her entrance and offered a deep bow. 

It annoyed Aizen to have this rare, peaceful moment with his wife interrupted, though he was the one who had made the summons.

You looked down at the petite and fragile-looking arrancar. Looks can be deceiving and you know better than to judge someone's status based on their appearance. You are suddenly reminded of Captain Hitsugaya, who looked like a young child yet he had so much wisdom to offer regarding your ice Zanpakuto. 

You felt the heavy burden of memories wash over you as you sat in silence, reminiscing with a heavy heart. Though you wore a stoic facade with practiced ease, it did little to fool your beloved.

“You’ve seemed lonely since our arrival,” he observed, his eyes drifting toward the small Arrancars. “Loneliness can be either a blessing”, his gaze lingered, “or a curse. I can tell that you’re not faring well. Perhaps what you need is company.”

Was it truly loneliness?

Did he not see that you yearned for your dear friends and family that you left behind in the Soul Society? Did he truly believe that what you felt was loneliness and that anyone could easily replace those precious bonds that were shattered as soon as the sky split open? 

“I can't be entertaining you as often. Time is slipping away. But I have gathered a few who will be of some use to you”. 

The girl, Loly, remained kneeling, not daring to lift her head in his presence. Even Aizen could sense the hesitation—the barely concealed hostility—radiating from Loly. And yet, he was confident that no one would dare hurt his wife. Unfortunately, he underestimated the jealous storm that raged amongst his female army. 

———

“Stuck babysitting his whore”, Loly mumbled under her breath while walking down the maze-like hallways of the grand fortress.

You followed your husband’s advice—despite your better judgment—and decided to walk with the younger Arrancar. ‘Show my wife around,’ was his suggestion. Loly didn’t protest at the time, but it was obvious she loathed you.

“Hurry the hell up! I can't hold your hand. If you get lost, it's on you whose room you end up in”, she yelled while you lagged behind, taking cautious footsteps. You kept your distance, leaving enough space in case you had to react to an unexpected attack. You were guarded, but nothing could have prepared you for what she had schemed.

Loly had suddenly come up with a diabolical plan. It was hard for her to contain her excitement or suppress the grin tugging at her lips. From your position behind her, all you could see was her tiny figure, playfully skipping through the eerie, shadowy hallways. Suddenly, she took a sharp turn and disappeared.

The wide corridor was dimly lit by candles, your flickering shadows dancing against the walls. Silence took over— just the sound of your racing heartbeat and soft shuffling footsteps. Unexpected danger lay ahead. Your instincts had given you plenty of warnings from the start, yet you proceeded without hesitation.

You place a firm hand on the hilt of your Zanpakuto and press forward. The farther you walked down the empty corridor, the darker it became. A heaviness settled over you, pressing against your body. It worsened with every step—the air thickened, slowing you down. An evil presence churned your stomach.

What made it more revolting was knowing these were all Aizen’s creations.

What you failed to realize was that you were walking directly into the heart of a den where several of the Espada lay in wait. You hadn’t yet made their acquaintance, but you were about to.

You heard a whisper and a giggle. It was Loly. She was taunting you, hiding amongst the shadows, her smaller body easy to conceal. 

You could blindly swing your weapon around but that would do you no good. That was what Loly was counting on. Unfortunately for her, you were more level-headed than she had anticipated. 

So she turned it up a notch and released a bala directly at your face. “Mess that pretty little face of yours”, she said out loud with a tiny giggle. 

You were quick to dodge her attack. She tried again. Predictability was your defence. Her actions were nothing more than a spoiled child throwing a tantrum and tossing balls at you. 

After several attempts, the attacks had stopped. Shattered glass and collapsed walls left a thin layer of smoky haze and the rising dust further obstructed your view. 

The silence took over again. There was not a stir of movement. However, from deep within, danger had gathered. Through the murky fog, you suddenly noticed several pairs of eyes. Blue, gold, green, etc

The spiritual pressure was rising and you knew these spectators were of a different level. You embraced danger with open arms, ready to strike, your pride as a fighter was instilled to your core. You once belonged to Squad 11 and you had that inherent desire to seek out danger. 

Before the situation could turn ugly, a long blade intervened, plunging through the air like a pole to separate you from the chaos hidden behind the cloud of dust.

The owner of the Zanpaktuo slowly stepped forward, his weapon slowly retracting as he got closer to you. 

“Quite the party here. Pity I wasn't invited”, Gin revealed himself with a smirk you did not trust.

“I was walking the hallways and came across…”, you looked back at the shadows but they had all disappeared as soon as Gin showed up.

“There is nothing here. I think you are just bored. If you needed some company, all you had to do was ask”. He took a few more steps towards you but stopped, realizing your hand was still resting on the hilt of your Zanpakuto. 

He knew better than to trigger your icy rage. Especially when he was trying to gain some Aizen points.

——

You had made your escape. And that particular day was never mentioned again. You were surprised that his second in command, Gin, did not rat you or Loly out. Actually, you weren't surprised at all. That snake had an agenda and you had already become his pawn. 

Despite her actions, Loly continued to serve Aizen, putting on an innocent demeanour that honestly fooled no one. 

You did not tell Aizen what had happened that day. You felt like you would be tattling on her. It was childish and you would be stooping to her level. You did not want to win favours. But you also did not want to make enemies in a den of lions.

You kept your emotions suppressed, the sadness and anger were collecting deep inside you, and ice slowly numbed the emotional pain. Unbeknownst to you, a sheet of ice was slowly settling around your organs and starting to cause actual physical damage. 

Loly continued to torment you— mentally, emotionally and physically. She would be sneaky about it, sly enough to slip under Aizen’s radar. 

Aizen was too hyper-focused and fixated on his lifelong dream. You did not want to be a burden. Your petty problems did not belong in his grand scheme of things. 

You became homesick and isolated. You felt useless when he would include his army of arrancars in his plans while you were asked to simply sit and watch. Look beautiful for him, and don’t get your hands dirty. You were his wife—leave the messy work to everyone else.

It made you sick. You were growing sicker every day. You didn't have a fever. Quite the opposite. Your core temperature was dropping. You shivered and wrapped yourself in warm blankets while taking shelter in his bed chambers. Little by little, your body was becoming an ice statue from the inside out. Sorrow and grief had taken hold of your heart. Your zanpakuto was reacting to your emotions and assumed you were under attack. The ice was an unconscious attempt to protect your body. However, it was making it all worse.

The longer you sat in silence, immersed in your misery and grief, the more you were reminded of the dear friends you had left behind. The image of Captain Unohana’s face as she watched you ascend into the sky, hand in hand with the traitor—your husband, Aizen—haunted you. You never let it show, but in the stillness of night, far from cold, judgmental stares, you wept. Leaving Unohana and your friends, shattered your heart. But leaving him would have completely destroyed you.

You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as tears traced down your cheeks. Even those tears, cold to the touch, brought no comfort. You had become lost in your delusion. Though no one was there, you spoke to her, feeling Captain Unohana’s gentle hand rest upon your frost-kissed forehead, checking your temperature, her touch offering a momentary balm to your pain.

“Captain Unohana? I feel cold”, you whispered to your inner illusions as they danced around you.

She didn't say a word. Her gentle expression and nurturing smile suddenly faded. Her eyebrows lowered and her forehead furrowed. She clenched her jaw and gave you an icy glare, stealing away that warmth she once brought. A chill ran down your spine and you visibly began to shiver. Your internal grief and despair began to take on a physical form.

And there you lay, on the block of ice, as your friends surround you, watching you meet your demise. 

A slow but numbing end.

You heard the door open, but you couldn’t turn your head. Your neck was stiff and you felt completely lethargic. Your friends still stared down at you, their piercing glares like needles driving into your numb flesh.

The footsteps drew closer with each passing second, each one feeling like the passing of a day. In your frigid state, time itself had slowed. It felt like an eternity before your visitor reached your bedside, dissolving all the illusions and replacing them with a face you most dread.

Loly’s grin had taken over, her giggles like piercing laughter that was about to shatter the icy glass that enveloped you whole. Your will to fight was also taken down, and all you are now is an empty shell of your former self.

You had to admit it— some of that coldness in your heart was because of jealousy. You were envious of the arrancars and how much Aizen relied on them while you were left to freeze in your despair and loneliness. 

If you were to die today, whether a natural death or at the hands of this brat, maybe he could turn you into a useful arrancar? Was that possible? For Aizen, nothing is impossible. 

But did you want to live that life? At least in your current, pathetic condition, you did not have to fight your former friends and family. 

Loly continued with her barrage of verbal insults. At some point, you had tuned her out— her little figure popping up from different angles, spitting incoherent insult after insult until they blurred into mumbles. Your vision grew blurry and her small figure began to multiply around you— first doubling, then tripling, until eventually it was all you could see. 

The obnoxious brat extended her arms, daggers in her many hands, their tips glistening with venom.

“Just a small slit across your throat would do the trick”, she mused, almost sweetly. It would be enough to end your misery — the cold, suffocating coffin you were already being buried within.

You closed your heavy eyelids, knowing they would be frozen shut forever. You brace for the sharp, wet tip of her dagger to pierce through your skin. But what you got instead was a ray of heat penetrating deep through your heart, gradually cracking the surface of the ice that had taken hold of your soul. 

Your body felt warm and light, the heaviness slowly melting away from within. You opened your eyes, wondering if you had reached the next phase of your feeble life. 

As your eyelids fluttered open, you met his protective, concerned gaze. His rich brown eyes pulled you from the depths of despair, and you suddenly found the will to fight. 

You stood at death’s doorstep, and once again, he came to your rescue. 

“My beloved, why have you abandoned your will to live?” he asked with a soothing voice, genuine confusion on his face.

He gave you everything. Anything you wanted, it was yours. So why were you so ungrateful? That was the meaning you saw behind his words.

You felt ashamed of your weak resolve. How dare you decide to leave the one who risked his plans to bring you to Hueco Mundo. 

It was his deepest desire to have you at his side as he ascended the throne and finally fulfilled his lifelong dream.

He didn’t just want you there — he needed you.

He needed you to cheer him on, to ground him when necessary, to offer comfort at the most crucial moments — and, above all, to witness his triumph.

You weren’t just there to witness his greatness. You were part of his plan. 

“I’m sorry”. The words came out effortlessly— no longer were you stuck in your icy despair. 

“Only the weak apologize”, he reminded you while gently brushing your hair out of your face. His other hand was resting on your chest, the warmth radiating out from his hand was indescribable. 

“Oh. I’m sor-“, you cut yourself from repeating the same mistake. That earned you a smile on his perfect face. A genuine smile that was stripped of all illusions. A real smile only you have been blessed and will cherish forever. 

There was a moment of silence— his warm presence comforted you. 

“Now…will you accompany me to the gates?” He was talking about the garganta that was about to open. The next phase of his plan was already in motion.

“I won't be coming with you?” you asked, disappointment heavy in your voice.

“Not today. I need someone to hold down the fort while I am gone.”

“You know the arrancars won't listen to me. They don't respect me”, you explained your hesitation.

“Respect is earned, my dear. Ain't I a perfect example of that?” He paused for a second, leaning forward to plant a tender kiss on your thawing forehead. “But I wouldn't mind if you used the ‘Lord Aizen is my husband’ card. You have the power to bring them to your knees with that alone”. 

You let out a soft chuckle and slowly sit up. His arms held you close to his chest. The last sliver of ice finally surrendered to the warmth of his body. Not even your icy Zanpakuto could stand a chance against Sosuke Aizen. 

Time was ticking, and neither of you wanted to break away from the embrace. 

You had to be the brave one and let him go. Your selfishness would serve no purpose in the greater cause.

“Now you don't want your enemies to be waiting on you. Go. Be careful. And come back to me….Sosuke. Come back to me just as you left”. 

Unfortunately, that was a promise he could not fulfill. 

Breakfast

Kenpachi x reader

Due to @ninaskylight and the post of his fangs, those images brought this piece.

WC: 652

Warning: first time smut writer, not proofread. Feel free to leave feedback!

Kenpachi was known for his intense appearance and dominating presence. Living with him as his partner, meant also growing accustomed to the heavy presence, constantly around. Yet in slumber, he seemed to be a bear in hibernation, upon rising, so has the beast. 

Kenpachi was not the early riser compared to you, as you tended to get up to make breakfast for you too, along with setting things up for the day, so he was surprised to see you still unmoving. He glanced towards your blank face, mouth slightly agape snoring softly, one arm crossing your chest. The blanket had shifted down exposing your chest to the cool air of the morning, leaving pebbled skin in its wake.

He shifted upwards, leaning over licking a long stripe up the middle of your chest. His long diligent tongue prodded at your raised nipples, giving a soft tug between his fangs. This elicited a small stir splaying out your limbs further. 

“I guess I’ll have to have my own breakfast this morning.” He chuckles as he lowers the blanket from you, uncovering your barely clothed body. Rather than basking in the beauty of your body, he acknowledged his own hunger and dove right between your legs. He slowly pulled down the minimal clothes covering your cunt, and let out a low growl. 

He dove right in spreading your pussy and using his long tongue the best way he knew how. He slowly licked from your opening up to your clit, flicking his tongue and slightly nibbling on it.

The sucking along with his teeth applying pressure was just enough to stir you awake from under him.

As your eyes slowly fluttered open, he looked up smirking, this is gonna be fun. 

He brought his tongue back down to your entrance prodding you, until he decided to wake you further. As you felt the pressure of his tongue enter your cunt, your eyes opened in an almost dreamy state, catching his gaze with just the look of bliss and satisfaction he had to offer. He offered more force, roughly lapping at you with his nose pressing and rubbing against your clit. When the sound of a moan breached your lips, he couldn’t hold himself back from groaning into you, causing an extra wave of pleasure from the vibrations. As he continued, he wrapped an arm around your hips pressing down, ensuring restraint so you can’t escape. 

He moved on, licking and sucking on your clit, making your back arch towards the ceiling and to his displeasure, covering your face. He splayed his hand and arm across your stomach to hold you still while slowly circling your entrance with his finger gathering enough slick, and pushing into you. The slick was just pouring out so he instinctively added another finger in and did not hold back, pumping fast and hard while harshly sucking on your clit. You tried to thrash against him, but his strength was too much. He pulled back and moved his thumb to keep ministrations on your clit while admiring the contortion of your face as he continued. 

He moved his fingers faster across you wanting to taste everything you had to offer. He slipped his tongue across you again wanting to devour you until he was satisfied, and he never was. He kept going taking little nips at your hip and clit, to make you shiver more as you trembled. “K-Kennyyy!” you screamed his name as you came all over his mouth, shaking trying to close your legs around his head as he moaned into you more, enjoying the tightness of your legs around his head. He continued with more flicks of his tongue enjoying the tremble that continued through your body. He slowly pulled away as you shook worse looking close to passing back out.

He chuckled, licking his mouth, “You are the best breakfast. I should have you every morning.”

“Look at you, a slutty mess. So beautiful, I want to keep making a mess out of you…..forever”.

- Grimmjow, Kenpachi, Shinji, Kisuke, Nnoitra

“I am addicted to your pussy. That vulgar sounds it makes, the sight of it swallowing me whole, the sweet juices dripping like honey, and the feeling of it soothing my achy cock”

- Shunsui, Aizen, Gin, Shinji

“Let's just sit in the moment. Let us feel connected, physically and emotionally. I have no other place to be right now— just inside you.”

- Aizen, Jushiro, Byakuya, Yhwach, Izuru, Jugram

“Don't worry. I will try to make it as painless as possible, although I can't make a promise on that”.

- Mayuri, Szayelaporro, Bazz-B, Unohana, Nnoitra, Kisuke

“Ah princess, the way your pretty pussy flutters around my tongue and greedily pulls it in. It was definitely worth skipping lunch.”

- Grimmjow, Bazz-B, Yoruichi, Gin, Shunsui, Renji, Kisuke, Szayelaporro, Shinji

“That's it, my beautiful. Cum on my cock. Let daddy take care of you. Use my cock as your pussy stress ball”.

- Ryuken, Isshin, Shunsui, Kenpachi, Iba

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart. It’s perfectly natural. And you know how much I love the unadulterated, natural things about you. So don't hold anything back. I will love and cherish everything you give me.”

- Shunsui, Isshin, Jushiro, Aizen, Shinji, Rose

“Oh no! Is it too much? I'm sorry. Should have said something sooner. I don't want to hurt you. I want you to feel the same pleasure you give me. Your pussy is like heaven and I want to take you there with me!!!”

- Renji, Izuru, Jushiro, Rose, Shuhei, Ichigo

“Knock knock? Who's there you ask? Come on now, don't be shy. It ain't the big bad wolf. Just a hard cock, eagerly dripping cum. So open that pussy for me, baby. I know, I know, cringe. But you love it baby, you love my cringe.”

- Askin, Kisuke, Isshin, Gin

“Hmm? You want to cuddle? You know that won't last long. What? You know exactly the hold you have on me, woman. Don't play innocent.”

- Grimmjow, Bazz-B, Kenpachi, Starrk

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I will say that everytime I cum deep inside you. Ahh Shittt…I love youuuu!!!”

- Everyone!!!

🍭 Warning: Messy smut of all kind. nsfw.

🍭 Sensually and suggestively sucking on a lollipop during a meeting and making eye contact with him the entire time as you stand at the back of the crowd.

🍭 Victims: Szayelaporro, Grimmjow, Starrk, Askin, Bazz-B, Ryuken

Post-meeting Briefing. Espada and Quincy Edition.

Soul Reaper Captains edition here

Szayelaporro doesn't even wait for the meeting to end. You are standing in the back of the room, something creepy crawls up your leg under your pant legs and injects itself into your wet folds, tearing through the fabric of your panties because damn thing is alive. You drop the lollipop and squeal. The closest to you turn their heads from the sudden disturbance and distraction. You bite your lower lip and silently orgasm, his grin and eyes locked on you the entire time.

Grimmjow impatiently waits for the damn meeting to end, unable to concentrate and focus. You seductively deep-throat the lollipop while standing at the back of the crowd. No one noticed you except for Grimmjow. The man is itching to scratch your insides with his throbbing dick. The lollipop is licked to the last bite, and the meeting finally ends. He eventually does end up chasing you down the hallway like a maniac and pins you down on the floor, hard dick slaps you across the face and he deep throats you until your vision becomes blurry. He foolishly thinks you learned your lesson until you try it again at the next meeting, not with one, but two lollipops. Licking back and forth between the two before taking them both into your mouth, cheeks poking out like a chipmunk, eagerly waiting for your next punishment. Two lollipops? What the hell were you implying now?

Starrk doesn't seem bothered. He passes you a glance and watches you lick the handy treat as if you were licking his dick under the table. You know it is bothering him, but he shows no emotions. He looked tired as the meeting dragged on for an hour. And once the meeting finished, you followed behind him, waiting for his reaction. He gives you a yawn and curls up on his mountain of pillows. You pout and sit beside him, poking his cheeks, demanding attention. Too late. He is already out. So you help yourself. Pulling out his painfully hard cock out of his pants, you shake your head in disbelief as he would choose sleep over a blow job. Why not have both? He doesn't seem to mind.

Askin had to do a double-take when you flashed him a brightly coloured lollipop, red 40, his nemesis. He didn't like artificial dyes because he could taste the chemical aftertaste. He passed you a thumbs down, disapproving of your bad taste, but you continued with your actions regardless. The point was to tease him during the meeting, not to judge your palate. He had to fix your mistake and offer your taste buds something more 'sophisticated'. His dick. And so he had you on your knees, guiding his hard 'coated' cock all the way down your throats because the taste buds do happen to linger far beyond the oral cavity. What do you taste? Pomegranate. A good natural replacement for red 40.

Bazz-B just endures it. He surprisingly, quietly endures it while you tease him with a ‘thick’ long lollipop that is thicker than the girth of his dick. He knows what game you are playing and the silent insults you are throwing at him. So he just patiently endures it until the end of the meeting. The silence worries you. And he doesn't say another word about it until the next day and another meeting. Before the meeting started, he shoved you under the table and unzipped his pants, pulling out his flaccid cock. And you went to work, trying to be discreet and sneaky, legs of other high-ranking Qunicies slowly surround you as they take their seats at the table. You suck and choke, tears down your cheek when he forces himself balls deep down your throat. Now, who was thicker? His balls or the lollipop?

Ryuken was finishing up a staff meeting at his hospital. He didn't expect to see you performing a vulgar tongue dance at the back of the staff room. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow. A staff member asked if he was alright. “A headache” was his quick reply. He wasn't lying. After the staff meeting, he entered an empty treatment/exam room. You followed without an invitation. The open door was the invitation. He pushed you on top of the exam table and had his way, a quickie before his next patient. The next patient was already waiting in the waiting room. It was fast and quick. Time was ticking, and he was known as a punctual doctor. You pulled up your pants, cum leaking down your legs and before you exit the room, you stick your hand in the jar of lollipops and help yourself, passing him a wink-- 'until next time'.

me when Shinji came out in that bunny costume

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Flipped Velvet

Shinji Hirako x fem!reader

CW: MDNI, nsfw, smut, dom!Shinji, costume kink, dry humping, manhandling, doggystyle, spanking, slight breeding kink, creampie

WC: 2,450

Notes: The idea for this came to me the other month out of the blue, and I figured what better time to post this than Easter weekend! I had intended on Shinji being more of a switch in this, but he clearly had other plans lolll 🙃 Happy Easter to those who celebrate! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

Shinji wasn’t quite sure how he ended up in this situation. When he had first laid eyes on the skimpy little costume in the magazine he got from Lisa, he knew immediately that he had to buy it for you. Images of you pinned beneath him, a panting and whimpering mess as the outfit became more and more disheveled from his movements making his cock twitch in his pants.

When he showed you the garment, he had expected you to be a little hesitant at first. That cute, flustered look he loved so much gracing your features as you tried to deny wearing the outfit, only to give in at the end. What he hadn’t expected, however, was for you to flip the script on him.

You had turned it into a game; whoever lost had to wear the outfit. He had taken you up on the challenge. With a smug smirk plastered on his face and cocky that he wouldn’t lose, he declared, “Ya sure, doll? I won’t go easy on ya.” You had stared him head-on, not backing down, a mischievous quirk playing on your lips.

Shinji wasn’t used to situations being turned upside down on him. Usually, he was the one to flip everyone’s world on its head. So to say he was surprised when you had won was quite an understatement. It had completely taken him by surprise, flooring him as you pushed him into the bathroom with the costume in hand and a cheeky grin.

Shinji blinks hard as he stares at his reflection in the mirror, hands on his hips as he angles himself this way and that to get a better view, eyeing how his thin body fits in the outfit he had purchased for you. The sheer fishnets slinking up his legs, black latex hugging his skin tight, a white collar tied with a bow wrapped around his neck. The cherry on top was the pair of black velvety bunny ears resting atop his sunny locks.

That’s right. He bought a skimpy bunny costume. For you to wear. And you had somehow turned it against him.

“Shinji~!” You call out to him. “Are you done yet, babe?”

With a sigh, he gives one final look at his reflection before stepping out of the bathroom, black heels clicking with his footsteps. 

When you lay your eyes on him, your gaze immediately hones in on the bulge barely contained by the thin cloth at the crotch of the suit. This was exactly what you had wanted, your mouth watering at the sight.

He clears his throat awkwardly. Your eyes flick back up to his, and you note the light pink that flushes his cheeks, making the clumsy expression he wears all the more amusing.

“Look at you! See? I knew you’d look way better in it than me.”

Shinji returns the cheeky smile you give him with an unimpressed look, raising an eyebrow at you. “Yeah, no. I mean, 'course I rock any outfit I wear," he poses, confident demeanor returning, "yer supposed to be the one wearin’ this.”

“But a deals a deal, though, right?” You tilt your head innocently at him.

He twitches at the playful tone in your voice as you tease him, pulse spiking from hidden anticipation. While he still prefers for you to be wearing the scanty garment, he can’t deny the small part of him that’s enjoying the way your eyes hungrily wander over his body and the teasing tone in your voice.

“Come on, you look so cute!” You coo, reaching for the ears on his head and pretending to pet them. “You make such a cute bunny.”

He’s reached his limit, though; the taunting words drifting from your soft lips, voice like honey, nimble fingers dancing across his skin as you feel more of the outfit. He’s snapping, hands on you within seconds as he grabs your wrists and pushes you back, pinning you against the wall.

“And how about now, hm? Still think I’m cute?” His voice drawls lowly in your ear as his lips ghost against your neck, causing shivers to prick along your skin. The sudden surprise from his forcefulness fades quickly, giving way to arousal in its place.

You swallow thickly before responding. “Yeah, the ears look cute on you…” Your heart is hammering in your chest as his breath traces your skin. The grip on your wrists tightens a fraction as his gaze flicks over to you, eyes peeking from underneath his bangs. The sultry swirls darkening his usual warm browns have you biting your lip in anticipation.

“Yeah? Even when I do this?”

His lips finally press to yours. It’s the kind of kiss that has your knees going weak, his tongue snaking into your mouth, leaving you dizzy and breathless. You’re thankful for the strong grip he has on you otherwise, you’d be melting to the floor, putty in his hands.

Shinji’s free hand moves from its grip on your chin to roam along the curve of your body, and he’s reminded once again of the fact that you aren't in the skimpy ensemble he's currently donning. With a grunt, he presses his hips against yours, grinding into you.

“Yeah…” you trail off with a gasp, trying to answer his question and not succumb to the pleasure. Something about him dressed in the bunny outfit has you wanting to keep on teasing him, the red flushing his skin an addictive look on him. You reach around and give the little puffball of a tail sitting on his flat ass a squeeze. “And so's this.”

He jumps slightly, surprised by your touch, eyes widening as he stares at the pleased glimmer reflecting in your eyes.

“Oh? So ya wanna play it that way, huh?” A dark look passes over his features that has your heart racing with excitement as his grip tightens on you. “Well, sorry to burst yer bubble, sweet cheeks, but this ain’t how it’s goin’ down tonight.”

He pulls away from you, quick like a rabbit, and tugging on your wrists, pulling you onto the bed. You only have a second to process before his lips are crashing to yours, more urgently and headily this time. You moan into his mouth when he bites at your lip, slipping his tongue inside. His hand roams under your shirt, leaving tingling goosebumps in its wake as it runs across your skin. Deft hands quickly undo the clasp of your bra, pulling your shirt off of you and immediately moving to grope your breasts and play with your nipples.

You’re breathless once his lips part from yours. He nips at your neck, leaving little marks that have you gasping before he places soothing kisses over the spots. Even when he’s being rougher with you, he still shows his sweet side by making sure you’re not in any real pain. He’d never want to actually hurt you.

"Look how cute you look all marked up like this." There's a mocking tone in his voice, reminding you that he's still pressed about the outfit swap.

Slowly, Shinji starts to grind his hips against yours. His barely contained bulge presses oh so nicely against your clothed core. He groans lowly against your throat from the friction, the latex suit a tight restraint on his hard erection. His tongue licks up your throat, the smooth metal from his piercing gliding against your skin as it applies pressure to the aching marks he leaves.

With his grasp no longer pinning your wrists up, you’re free to run your hands along his shoulders. Your fingers lock in his hair when he applies more pressure with his hips, biting at your neck harder when you tug gently on the silky blond locks. Your hands come into contact with velvet, knocking the material off accidentally. Distantly, you realize it was the ears, but your mind is elsewhere, the pleasure from his humping and nips turning your mind delirious as he moves lower and lower, giving your chest similar attention.

"Ahh, screw this!"

Shinji suddenly pulls away briefly to tug the one piece off, the tight latex becoming unbearable the more aroused he gets. He’s left in just the fishnets as he kicks off his heels, the thin material stretching around his hard-on. You can see precum oozing from his tip and you want nothing more than to suck him into your mouth, but he doesn’t let you flip the script on him again. He can see the look in your eye, knowing by now your little tells when you want to suck him off. As much as he'd love to feel the wet heat of your mouth as you wrap your lips around his dick, he has other ideas. So before you can even twitch a muscle, he’s pressing you back into the bed.

“Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast, gorgeous. You get to have a treat by seein’ me all dolled up like this, but what about me, huh?”

“But it was a deal,” you whine, trying to pull away from the clasp he has on your hands, but he just presses them deeper into the bed. “I won the game, fair and square.”

“Hm, yer right,” he leans in to kiss your cheek, “but I still want my treat.”

He moves, rolling you onto your stomach, his warm hands sliding down your back before arching your hips up and giving your ass a spank. You yelp from the sudden sting, slick pooling and dripping from your pussy as the slight pain gives way to pleasure.

Shinji groans, watching the way your ass jiggles each time his hand comes down on your cheeks. His already achingly stiff cock grows even harder as your moans reach his ears.

“My naughty girl... Enjoyin’ this are ya?” Another spank, and when he sees your empty hole clenching on nothing, he can’t hold it in anymore.

He’s ripping the fishnets off, fisting his cock in his hand and sighing as he slides it briefly through your slick folds before slowly sinking into your wet heat. He groans loudly, relishing in the way you squeeze him tight. The warmth from your walls almost does him in right then and there, but he holds it off.

His grip on your hips tightens as he hunches over you, readying himself to start thrusting. When he stays still though, you whine, wiggling your ass back into him to get him to start moving.

“Impatient little thing, huh? Let me savor it a bit…” He hisses teasingly, hand spanking your ass again.

He’s feeling impatient too, though, and so he quickly starts a steady pace, hips rolling back before slamming into your drooling cunt. You both share a groan, relishing the way his thick cock fills your needy heat again and again.

Shinji bites his lip, running a hand through his hair and down his neck, only now realizing he still has the collared bow tie on. His hand yanks it off with a grunt, freeing his sweaty neck from its binding.

The angle he has you in has him hitting you deep. You're seeing stars every time the head of his cock nudges that particularly good spot inside you. Shinji hones in on it, purposefully hitting the spot with each thrust, his balls hitting your clit each time his pelvis meets yours.

"That feel good, doll? Yeah? Oh fuck, that does feel good," he gasps, driving into your raised hips harder.

Your orgasm builds and builds from the steady pounding and the added friction on your sweet spot until it’s spilling over and you’re cumming on his cock. Shinji continues rutting into you, prolonging your orgasm, your cum slipping out and dripping down your thighs with each roll of his hips.

“Did’ya cum, baby?” His hands caress your hips soothingly for a moment before his grip tightens. “I’m not done yet, though.” His drawling voice teases and with one fell swoop, you find yourself on your back, his cock easing back into your sensitive core.

“Think you’ve got another in ya?”

And with that, he’s pumping into you again, folding you over so that your thighs are by your shoulders, pressing you into the cushioned bed underneath. His hips roll into you at a pace that leaves you dazed, moans squeaking past your lips. Trying to ground yourself, your arms find purchase on his bare shoulders, grip tightening as his thrusts bring you close to another climax.

Shinji pulls back to watch you, still keeping his rhythm. “Look at how good yer takin’ me, sweetheart.” He croons, watching your belly bulge with each press of his hips into yours. The thought of his load cumming into you bare and filling you up making his dick twitch inside you.

“Gonna fill ya up with cum till yer all knocked up, yeah?” His voice is shaky from his impending release.

“Please, cum inside me!” You gasp, urging him on with sweet moans.

His face latches onto your neck, kissing and nipping as he grunts, your wet heat spurring him on. His thrusts become unsteady as he reaches his peak and with a few more, he cums deep inside you, filling you up as ropes of white flood your walls.

After a brief moment and with a contented sigh, he pulls his softening length out of you. Shinji can’t stop the sly grin that slowly forms on his face as he takes you in; hair a mess, bite marks and hickeys lining your neck, pussy leaking your combined juices. He’d never tire of the sight of you like this.

He leans down to place an affectionate kiss on your lips, laying down next to you and pulling you to his chest.

“I wasn’t too rough on ya, darlin’?” His eyes roam over your form, checking to make sure you weren’t hurt anywhere, rubbing soothing circles on your sore butt.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” You burrow into him more, swinging a leg over his, not caring at all that you're smearing sticky fluids onto him. You figure you both are going to go bathe after this anyway.

Shinji hums in response, distractedly running his hands up and down your back, savoring your warmth.

Looking off to the side, his eyes spot the discarded bunny ears, a reminder of how you both ended up this way. Picking them up, he turns to you. “Still think I looked cute in these?”

“If I say yes, are we going for another round?”

He flashes a smirk before rolling on top of you.

“Wanna find out?” And he’s kissing you once more, the two of you going at it like rabbits long into the night.

One of the reasons I fell so hard for Szayel wayyyy back when was because of his crazy ass abilities. Specifically his voodoo dolls. It stands to reason that he’d make one of his little assistant. He’d be such a fucking menace with it. ;)

✗ ▬ ❱❱ Ａｆｔｅｒ Ｌｉｆｅ

Szayelaporro x Reader

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✗ Warning: Smut. nsfw. Modern Corporate au. Our Szayel is a warning of itself. Proceed with caution.

✗ a/n: @saltychonk I know how much you love those dolls. Hope you enjoy this, or at least it brings a small smile to your face! ❤️ This is my modern-day twist on his abilities.

“Fuck!” 

You spilled some hot coffee on yourself again. Luckily, the waterproof fabric of your lab coat prevented a third-degree burn, and all you had to worry about was the mess you made in the lunchroom.

Yes, blame it on your unexplained spastic muscle movements that for some reason triggered after you joined the company three months ago. You attributed it to the possible chemical fumes you are constantly inhaling or maybe the 5 cups of coffee you consumed to get through the day. 

Nonetheless, these ‘clumsy’ moments were getting worse. Not just with coffee. You've caught yourself from falling several times as your legs threatened to give out on you. How about the time when you almost walked into a wall? Fortunately, nothing terrible has happened while handling dangerous chemicals or conducting research. Staying laser-focused on a task seemed to have done you well. But as soon as you left your work station, you left a trail of minor disasters behind you.

A visit to the doctor was useless. Nothing showed up in the blood work and nerve studies. The doctor guessed it was probably Tourette’s, brushing you off as soon as they slapped on that diagnosis. And so you didn't think much of it. As long as your work wasn't compromised, you would gladly accept the challenge and take it one day at a time. The pay and benefits were too good to make a huge fuss over it. 

Speaking of work…

Today was the day. Your three-month probation was up, and you had your performance review set up. Hopefully, your little mishaps will not be taken into consideration. You promised them you were healthy! Well, at least physically healthy. 

You sat in an empty office— the CEO’s office. You only met the mysterious man once during your initial interview. He didn't talk much and only observed you from a distance while the other two interviewers grilled you with questions. 

You hated interviews, and you definitely thought you bombed it. It was a pleasant surprise when you got your offer letter. The three months sure flew by.

Anyway, back to the CEO. He still hadn’t arrived, so you waited patiently, trying to piece together his personality by judging his furniture. It was blatantly obvious he was a minimalist. Nothing really stood out in his office—just a plain, boring canvas that could’ve used a splash of color. Everything was spotless—nothing out of line, screaming perfectionist. The room smelled like Lysol wipes and freshly squeezed lemons, a sterile kind of clean that cleared up your sinuses.

You heard footsteps. Your heart began to race as you glanced over your shoulder towards the open door. The CEO himself was the first to enter, instantly bringing color to the room. His pink hair stood out, bright enough to make the dull space feel a little more alive and almost welcoming.

He wasn't alone– two other men accompanied him. They were shareholders in his pharmaceutical empire and, therefore, had a say in the matter of your future employment.

He sat down, and the other two grabbed rolling office chairs and dragged them towards him. With him in the centre, your eyes were all over him. 

Again, he did not participate. He just quietly observed from across the desk, one hand stuffed in the pockets of his lab coat, and his other hand tapping so gently on the desk to intentionally distract you. Well, the finger tapping was the least of your worries. 

Your body felt off. A wave of silent heat suddenly enveloped your body, stirring something deeper than a sweat. Your nerves were tickled— your body twitched in places that were not (yet) visible. There was a steady pulse throbbing between your legs. 

You pressed your legs together, the heat growing, along with a pool of dampness. You clenched your pelvic floor muscles, trying to fight off an unwanted and unexpected arousal. What was happening to your body?

You were distracted. The two shareholders continued to talk about your performance, their voices a distant murmur, muffled and warped like echoes underwater. Their words slipped past you, lost in the haze clouding your mind. Luckily, they did not ask you any questions and said their part before turning to face the boss, the CEO, the man who had the final say, Szayelaporro.

You clenched your jaw, and your body was starting to tremble slightly. The arousal was growing. Your bundle of nerves were being teased by something invisible. You would take a clumsy fall any day over this humiliation.

When it came time for the CEO to say his piece, the strange feeling quickly disappeared. Just as you were about to reach your peak, his voice, sultry yet malicious, pulled you out of your anticlimactic daze. 

“Are you alright? You look rather…clammy. Nervous?”, he asked, staring directly into your eyes.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, but quickly fixed your posture, ignoring the dewy folds you sat on. “I am fine, thank you”.

“Well, based on your performance, we think you are useful to me and we have decided to keep you.” He paused for a second to give you a chance to react. As soon as your lips curled into an excited smile, he continued, “But there is one last test I have to put you through. Are you prepared for that?”.

“Of course!”, you replied eagerly. You foolishly thought it would be some written test.

The two other men got up to leave the room, and once the door closed behind them, Szayelaporro pushed his hands back into the deep pockets of his lab coat. He stood up and turned his back against you to look out the window. 

“When will I be taking this test?”, you asked, starting to squirm a little in your chair.

Szayelaporro tilted his head to the side, a grin slowly spreading from cheek to cheek that you could not see. 

Your eyes jolted wide open, your knees stiffened, and you threw your head back. A low, raspy moan escaped your lips.

“Now”, you heard him say between the blissful waves of pleasure that were crawling up your body. That feeling had returned, but it was far more intense than before. 

You were tense and sweating, soft lips pitted ever so slightly from the impression of your teeth. Vision became blurry with your tears and you had lost yourself in that moment. The world around you dimmed, muffled, as if drowning underwater. All that remained was the pounding of your heart and throbbing of your sex.

“Getting aroused at a time like this? How very inconvenient”. 

His muffled voice echoed into your ears, louder than before, as if he were standing right beside you. It pierced through the haze, pulling you back just enough to realize that he was, in fact, standing right beside you.

That sensation had disappeared once more, toying with your emotions and worse, your sanity. You want to burst into tears and run out of the room. However, your legs felt heavy and your body limp, like a doll. 

You decided to focus your attention back to the CEO; his bright pink hair seemed to have lured you out of that growing despair. He leaned casually against the desk directly in front of you. He was so close, you could smell his citrus cologne. 

He was smiling. 

Was he getting a kick out of your misery? Was he aware of what demon possibly possessed you? You did not believe in spirits, but you were ready to call for an exorcist.

“No. Period cramps”, you lied, leaning forward to exaggerate the discomfort in your belly. It wasn’t a complete lie. You did feel discomfort and ‘cramps’ in your pelvic area.

“Oh? Would you like me to rub your belly?”, he suddenly offered.

You looked up at him, wondering if that was the ‘test’. 

“No, I’ll be fine, thank you”. 

His hands were still in his pockets, digging for ‘treasure’. That mischievous grin did not leave his beautifully contoured face. 

“I do have to say, I am surprised by the lie you chose to tell. You are nowhere near your period. In fact, you are close to ovulation, if anything”. And he said all that as if it was normal to know such intimate details about a random person’s menstrual cycle. So nonchalant and matter-of-fact kind of way. 

“Oh, don’t look so shocked. You gave us your blood sample when you applied for this job”, he created another suspenseful pause. “And no, you do not suffer from a neurological disease. I have simply been ‘toying’ with you”.

“What?” You are confused and stunned, unable to comprehend what he just said. It was otherworldly magic he spoke of.

Szayelaporro finally removed his hands from his pockets to reveal his little secret. You squint your eyes to make out the details. Once your dilated pupils took it all in, your eyes snapped wide open, shock paralyzing you.

He was holding a small doll that looked very much like you. The facial details and even the clothing matched your description.

“What the hell is that!?”, you asked, intimidated but brave enough to snap at him.

“Oh? A doll”, he replied, offering no further emphasis or explanation. 

“No! I mean, why the hell does it look like me?” 

“Oh? Does it?” He held the mini-you doll up to his face and examined it closely. He looked back at you and smiled. “Well, what a coincidence. Clearly, whoever made this has good taste”.

He shook the doll gently, and you heard some rattling come from within. You felt nauseous, your lunch threatening to make an escape.

He popped the head open and he pulled out what seemed to be a tiny ….. uterus. You saw a display of other tiny organs dancing within the cavity of the doll. He had no interest in the rest. Crushing his opponent’s organs is how he landed at the top of his industry. With you, he had other plans. 

You think it’s a kid's learning toy. However, he quickly proved you wrong. 

The little piece danced between his fingertips, your eyes carefully following it, unsure of what was even happening. 

Without a thought, he dragged his unusually long tongue along the surfaces of the tiny piece. You felt something scrape along the inside of your uterus. 

“What the…!!!!.”

He stopped, so did the sensation.

And if you still hadn't made that association, he tried it again. 

“Stop!” you begged, watching him flick his tongue along the mini-uterus. Apparently, it represented your uterus. 

“So you’ve figured it out?”

Your insides are cramping in a strange way. Your panties are damp and he could smell your arousal. 

“How the hell are you doing this? Magic!?” Absurd for a scientist like yourself to believe in magic.

“Magic? No, my dear, this is … let’s say a gift from my previous life”, he tried to explain, but it was no better than the ‘magic’ logic.

“So you’ve been…manipulating me all this time? All those falls and accidents? It was because of that?” You pointed towards your doll, the head was still popped open, your insides exposed.

He screwed your head back on and tucked the doll back inside the pockets of his lap coat. “Maybe. Maybe not. But don’t you worry your pretty little head. I will never harm your little doll”.

Harm?!

With that little piece of organ rolling between his thumb and index finger, he brought it up towards his lips, and you expected him to give it another lick. You brace for the worst. 

Instead, his long tongue crept out between his lips and scooped up the toy piece. It slithered back into his mouth, the little trinket tucked away like a prize.

By now, you’d put two and two together—he could manipulate your body using that little mini-you doll. You assumed that crushing it would kill you. But what about eating pieces of your organs? What kind of twisted plan did this cannibal have in mind?

“Confused? Don't be. If you can pass my next test, the job is yours”, he explained. He sat on the desk, one leg crossed over the other, quietly observing how you and your body responded to his twisted scheme.

It was only a matter of time before the ‘spell’ took full hold. Whatever he had done, it was far worse than anything you’d endured up to this point.

Your skin felt prickly and sensitive, even your clothes felt like a burden. That sensation travelled down your body, leaving a trail of perspiration and shivers until that feeling finally settled between your legs. 

You pressed your thighs together, seeking friction to scratch that itch, the growing dampness adding to the irritation. Not that you had any experience, but it felt like you had downed a bottle of aphrodisiacs. You had become like an animal in heat. 

He continued to watch with a smug look on his face, his plan finally coming to fruition. You wanted to bolt out of the room, far away from him, but your legs were dead weight. Besides, you could not walk the hallways in your current condition. 

“Need some help?”, he offered.

Silence was denial. You bit your tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction he craved. 

“Stubbornness doesn't quite suit you. I have the antidote to your problem. All you have to do is ask nicely”. Either way, he didn't mind what path you chose. It was entertaining to watch you struggle.

Antidote? There was a remedy to your problem? A problem he created!

You forced down what little pride you had left and rested your hand on his knee.

“Please…”

“Please what? Be more specific”. Oh, he was certainly testing you-- testing your patience.

“Please, give me that antidote”, you tried again.

He jumped off the table and grabbed your hand. He peeled you off the cushioned chair and kicked the rolling chair out of the way. Slowly creeping his way behind you, he placed his pointy chin onto your right shoulder. 

“I thought you’d never ask”, he whispered. 

This was not the antidote you expected. 

He pushed you forward, your chest landed flat on the table. His hands moved around your waist, undoing your pants and lowering them as if it were the normal thing to do. 

“What the hell kind of antidote is that? A suppository?” You didn't squirm. You didn't fight him. You had no willpower to do so. Whatever he had to offer, you would gladly take it just to get rid of the discomfort. 

“Exactly”. His chuckle went unnoticed. 

He shuffled around behind you. He took off his belt and tossed it on the desk, just barely missing your face. The sharp sound of zipper tearing its way down echoed in the room. Your instinctive reaction to that sound was to clench from below. 

There was some pressure-- something hard, rounded and smooth was poking you, trying to pry open your wet folds.

“Ease up. You will choke the precious antidote before it even enters your body”. His tone was a touch softer than before— just enough to fool you into lowering your guard. And you handed over your trust, as if it held no value anymore. 

You trusted him to take care of your problem. 

And take care he did.

“That’s it. Open up wide and take your..…medicine”, he slammed his hips forward, rocking your world.

Your vision went white. It stunned you for a few seconds, your walls pulsating around his intruding length. He did not give you a moment of peace, no time to acclimate, hips slapping to a very calculated rhythm. 

He knew your insides from the inside out. 

But how? How was he hitting the sweet spots so easily without any exploration? How did he map out your insides without ever being inside? 

You did not complain. You were a moaning, drooling and slippery oozing mess. The antidote was working now that you had something to clamp down on. 

With your arousal building and on the verge of popping, you reached behind and placed your hand on his thigh. He didn't think much of it. His focus was on pounding the antidote of a dick inside you.

He could feel your hand creep up towards the pockets of his lab coat. He knew what you were fishing for. 

You snatched the doll from his pocket and clutched it tightly. As you rested your hand back towards your head, he leaned over you, his hand settling gently on top of yours—the one gripping the doll.

“I have no use for that anymore. You are now part of me. We are contractually bound for all eternity. In this life and in the next. You will not be able to escape me so easily, my darling”, he whispered into your ear, his hips locked into you, pumping you full of thick seed while casually carrying on with his conversation.

The fact that he just dumped a hefty load inside your fertile womb didn't faze you. What alarmed you the most were his words.

They were familiar. Nostalgic. 

Nonsense. That would mean you’ve met this man before—but how could you forget such an eccentric character?

It defies all scientific logic. And yet… could there be a slight chance you shared a bond with this man in a previous life?

Images of sand dunes and a giant fortress in the middle of a barren desert flashed before your eyes as you reached climax. His hand was teasing out your orgasm, vigorously rubbing your clit so you don't fall behind. 

“Cum for me, my human pet. Let it all unravel…your desires, your past and your future”.

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

All Mine ೃ⁀➷ Kisuke Urahara X reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And maybe this time, things could change.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why else would I be dressed like this?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, your friend picked up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kisuke x Reader : New Dress?

Hi!!!! So I tried to write a little blurb/oneshot for first time!!!! I hope y’all enjoy! Feel free to leave feedback! I had my friend choose the character cuz I couldn’t decide and she said Kisuke just looked like he served so !!!

Only warning is slightly suggestive?

W/c: 400

The sun was gleaming on Karakura town. The weather was finally nice enough to where your new sundress that had been hung up awaiting the day it finally saw light. It had a fitted top with a deep sweetheart neckline and a lace lined skirt, that perfectly swayed at each rock of your hips.

When Kisuke had scene you open up the door to his shop, he was not prepared for the sight before him; the sun beaming across your side shining along your hair in the soft breeze and guiding his eye down your figure in the dress. He was almost happy his face was covered with his fan as his jaw dropped upon seeing you. His eyes lingered on the plunging neckline as well as the bare legs that were exposed to him, and he so wished to see the remainder that hid underneath that skirt.

“Good morning Kisuke!” She’d said almost too sweetly for him. He replied in his usually bubbly manner as she strided up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek unbeknownst to him, leaving a stain in her wake as she giggled at the sight. The bold color against his pale skin making quite the statement.

“That’s a new dress isn’t it?” Asked Kisuke still a little shocked at the unknown outfit before him, as he was usually the reviewer for the try-on haul after shopping.

“Yes! I got it as a little present due to working so much back during the holidays, and since the weather is finally nice enough, I thought it’d be perfect for today! What do you think?” Her eyes flickered up inquisitively with dashes of excitement about the item as he pondered looking her up and down for another few moments.

“It looks quite good on you. But I know how it would look better. . .” He slowly puts his hands on her waist giving a slight squeeze.

Knowing full well of the thoughts of this perverted businessman she leans over towards him, giving quite the teasing view to him, making him look her in the eyes for a moment before looking back. “And how would it look better hmmm??”

He opts to lean forward and stand having her over his shoulder and striding to the bedroom while shouting to Tessai, “Close shop for today. It’s such a nice day might as well enjoy it!”

⿻ CHASING THE FORGOTTEN ⿻

Grimmjow 𓏴 Cop f.Reader 𓏴 Shūhei Hisagi

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⿻ Warning: No minors, explicit smut, p0rn with plot, modern au, handcuffs, hair pulling, slut calling, condom sex, condom breaking, oral (giving), vaginal sex only, threesome, reader with memory loss, reader called princess, reader and Shuhei are cops. Not 100% proofread yet.

⿻ Summary: Officer Shuhei likes you. Grimmjow knows you. Your memories are scattered because of a previous car accident. But Grinmjow, the detainee, knows exactly how to unlock those lost memories. Shuhei can't just sit around and watch, so he lends a ‘dick’.

Tags: @kryptoniteforsale @whitefoxfiction @darthwhorecrux @ninaskylight

Monday morning.

Who was stupid enough to cause a ruckus this early in the morning, especially under watchful eyes of the morning crowd. Aren't the trouble makers still in bed after a night of wreaking havoc? It's exactly the reason why you avoided the night shift— too much action for you. 

And you have yet to finish your morning coffee.

You navigate the inner city roads, observing the morning rush-hour traffic while sipping some strong coffee. It’s bitter, but it sharpens your senses. You are going to need every ounce of your wits for your next target.

The car radio in your cruiser alerts you of the recent uproar and you just happen to be the lucky officer close enough to the commotion. 

“We got two adult males, in their mid to late 20’s, causing some scene near the city center. You are the closest to the scene, so go take a look. No weapons or injuries reported”, came the familiar voice of the dispatcher, Nanao Ise.

You head to the location marked on your GPS. It was in the local business sector and it didn't take long for you to spot the crowd that had gathered to witness the show in a side alleyway.

The alleyway is narrow for your car to squeeze through, so you hop out without signaling. You planned to be discreet as possible because you did not want the perpetrators to flee. You walk towards the crowd that had gathered around the main event. You quietly stand behind, observing and assessing the situation. 

Two adult males are at the center, trading bare punches. Around them, tickets are exchanged, and informal bets are placed as spectators cheer and wager on the outcome. You let out a quiet sigh—this just turned from a street brawl into an organized illegal fight. The case just got a whole lot more complicated.

You focus your attention back at the fighters. One was well put together and had short, bright orange hair that reminded you of the sunset sky. The other looked a little rough around the edges, bright blue hair and alluring blue eyes. The second one looked more feral, more dangerous and more familiar. 

Your eyes focus on the blue haired one a lot longer than you anticipated. That hair and those eyes? Total animal-kingdom vibes. Like those colorful poisonous animals that scream ‘I’m toxic’ just by existing.

You decided to take a step back and request for backup. But a loud mouth civilian decided to blow your cover.

“A cop!!!”, the fool yelled before he scurried away like a mouse. 

You had to act fast. At least capture one of the offenders. You ran past the crowd that was now quickly dispersing in different directions. You grabbed the portable walkie-talkie radio while running towards the fighters. “Requesting for backup!”, you yelled into the radio. 

As you pushed closer to the heart of the chaos, you realized the orange-haired man had already fled. Surprisingly, the blue haired man just stood there, teeth grinding and fists clenched into a ball, ready to burst a vein in his forehead.

“Fuck, Ichigo! Get your ass back here! We ain't done, damn it!”, he yelled, oblivious to your presence. 

You slowly grabbed your cuffs from your utility belt and quickly placed them around his left wrist. 

Click.

“What tha-!” His head snapped around, drawn by some instinct. His eyes narrowed, trying to catch a glimpse of you. He was still flustered, thrown off by the fact that he’d let his guard down.

“You're under arrest!”, you boldly declared, although he overshadowed you in height and strength. Your heart was racing with the danger looming. That backup better arrive fast in case he turned violent.

He gave you a challenge with his right hand, trying to pull himself away. You continued to persist and swung your leg under him, causing him to topple forward. He lost balance and crashed forward, landing hard on his stomach.

“Ya playing dirty. Fight fairly!”, he challenged you after you finally wrestled his right hand into the handcuffs. The way you moved and tackled him, it mirrored his own fighting style.

“I’m not fighting. I’m catching a criminal”, you corrected him, plopping onto his back to catch your breath. He put up a struggle, and consequently, you felt a twinge in your lower back. 

“Get off me! You lookin’ for a fight or somethin’?” He kept struggling and squirming beneath you. He didn’t know when to give up, and it was getting on your nerves.

You slid a hand behind his head, feeling his beautiful blue hair slipping through your fingers—then shoved his face into the dirty pavement.

“Do you not understand your situation? Either you are brave or just plain stupid. Or both”. You lift up his face, dirt caked on the side of his face. There is definitely something familiar about this man. Your brain struggled to piece together scattered memories, scrambled and lost after the car accident last year.

Not long after, your backup arrives. You hear footsteps approaching, echoing through the now-deserted alleyway. Just a minute ago, the alley had been the epicenter of an illegal fighting and gambling ring.

“Made yourself comfortable?”, your partner joked. 

“Shut it, Shuhei. I think I sprained my back wrestling him”. You played up the mild ache, hoping to earn some sympathy from your partner.

“And you let the other guy get away? How can you be so careless?”Officer Shuhei scowled, his face tightening. He took his job way too seriously and did not appreciate any shortcomings.

He expected you to handle a two-against-one situation by yourself? That’s exactly why backup was requested! Shuhei took a few steps forward, and something interesting caught the corner of his eye.

“Get up”, he ordered you. It was obvious who was the senior officer in charge.

“What? Worried about his back but not mine?” you let him have a fake pout. You were the playful type, always provoking him, testing his patience.

Before he dragged you off him, you quickly got up from the man’s back. Shuhei squatted down and ran his hand under the detainee’s shirt. 

“Hey! That’s harassment!” you warned him, though you knew he was just conducting a simple body search for weapons or drugs.

Shuhei didn't entertain you. Instead, he lifted the guy's shirt up to reveal a number 6 tattoo on his back.

“Things just got interesting,” he said, examining the etched number on the culprit’s back.

You stood behind Shuhei, your gaze tracing the elegant font on his back, and a quiet nostalgia stirred in your chest.

“No shit!”

————

After a quick 10-minute drive through the city, you arrived at the station. As you stepped out of the car, Shuhei pulled in behind you in his own cruiser. He walked towards you while you stood there, holding the back door wide open.

“He ain’t budging”, you explained your predicament. Throwing him in the car was easy. Dragging him out was going to be a struggle. 

“Did you at least get his name?” Shuhei asked, glancing at the man in the backseat, who looked annoyed and frustrated.

“Grimmjow. He didn’t hesitate to tell me that much.” 

Grimmjow definitely recognized you but hadn’t said much during the car ride. He was saving the fun for later.

“Alright, Grimmjow, get out,” Shuhei warned, his voice more authoritative than yours. 

Authoritative or not, Grimmjow didn't give a shit.

You were just about ready to head into the station to call for more backup—until you realized all the cruisers were gone. There was no one around to help, and you didn’t want to wrestle with the man again, even though it felt like you had done it several times before.

After a few years on the job, you knew exactly how to draw him out. Negotiation. It was like coaxing a kitten from hiding—you just had to offer the right bait for them to bite.

“Listen, Grimmjow”. His name lit up your brain and tickled the tip of your tongue, as if you had chanted his name countless times before. “If you make this easy for us, we will make it easy for you. We just want to ask a few questions and get you the help you need”, you explained while pointing to the cuts on his knuckles. You didn’t recover any weapons at the scene, so the injury was probably from throwing raw punches at each other.

Grimmjow gave you a side glance and flashed you a cocky grin. “Hah. Ya think I’m stupid? A little cut ain’t gonna kill me.”

“No. Maybe not. But it might get infected and that might kill you”, you persisted, but he didn't bite.

He shuffled in the back seat and turned his back to you. For a moment, you thought he was about to slide out of the car. Instead, he flashed his middle finger, the chains rattling as his wrists strained to extend the digit.

Shuhei was ready to step in, but you placed a hand in front of him. You had another bait to toss.

“We’ll find the other guy you were fighting and give you another swing at him? You want that, don't you?” you offered. For some reason, you carried this predetermined vision of him—a fighter whose pride meant more than his life, although his instinct for survival came naturally.

You seemed to hit the mark with that suggestion because Grimmjow's posture and attitude completely changed. He finally dragged his butt out of the car seat and stepped onto the pavement. He cranked his neck to the side, and you heard a few sharp pops from his joints— an attempt to look intimidating. 

Shuhei led everyone into an interrogation room. A few mismatched chairs and a beat-up desk sat beneath flickering fluorescent lights bright enough to trigger a seizure. The white walls were chipped and peeling, scarred by the countless scuffles that had played out within that confined space.

Grimmjow plopped down on the chair and leaned back, the cold metal cuffs digging into his spine. He sat like the world owed him something—legs spread, head tilted back slightly, a cocky smirk just teasing the corner of his lips. He could’ve been raising hell right now, but a certain gorgeous cop had caught his attention, and it lifted up his spirits.

During the ride to the station, he couldn't help but stare at the back of your head and the side of your face. Through the smudged plexiglass barrier, he was able to recognize you but the question was, did you recognize him? He was yet to become aware of your missing memories. 

Although a very dominating creature himself, he found your commanding authority tickled his loins. And the way he occupied the chair as his personal throne, he shamelessly didn't hide the fact that he had an erection slowly building and erecting up a visible tent.

Shuhei was in no position to notice the act of profanity unfolding just beyond his sight. His face was buried behind a laptop, fingers racing across the keyboard as he scavenged for more information on the detained man and his gang.

Your eyes couldn’t avoid the obvious. With his hands tightly bound behind his back, he made no effort to hide his excitement—nor did he have any intention to do so.

Your eyes widened with shock and disbelief. You watched the clothed erect grow and expand as soon as you made eye contact with it. You looked up at Grimmjow who gave you a silent immodest grin, inviting you to come closer.

Perhaps he had a kink for female cops? Or maybe he got off on getting handcuffed by one? 

You gave Shuhei a quick side glance to see if he saw what you saw but he was very much preoccupied with the task of finding any dirt on Grimmjow, even though the dirt was quite visible at this point. 

Once Shuhei locked onto an assignment, the whole world around him became invisible. Not very cop-like of him. You, on the other hand, were always on high alert and aware of your surroundings. That was how a certain trainer had trained you, his words ingrained in your fractured memories: “Don’t ya let them get the upper hand by getting all distracted. Stay on guard, react on instincts and don't ya dare overthink”.

Instead of taking the seat behind the desk next to Shuhei, you broke protocol and decided to entertain this man who was staring at you as if you were his next meal, luring you with his hungry gaze.

You circled the table and slid onto it, seating yourself directly across from Grimmjow—only an arm’s length away. The space between you was narrow, risky. If he decided to headbutt you, it wouldn’t end well. However, the hostility he had shown early had dissipated. He appeared more calm and needy. His growing erection was sending out mixed messages and you were growing intrigued and alarmingly aroused.

“You forgot me already, princess?” He spoke, his voice a few decibels lower, just enough to keep the conversation out of Shuhei’s earshot.

“Call me officer”. You paused, biting your bottom lip as you searched through your memories. The way he called your princess was taking you somewhere you've been before. A gym?

Grimmjow leaned forward with his torso, the cuffs rattling with each movement. With every movement he made, your guard should have been up. But instead, you found yourself leaning in, drawn closer, as if he had an absurd secret to share.

“So you did forget me? I trained ya at the gym years ago. Before ya took the damn police exam. Come now, princess. You wont have a job if it wasnt for me. Be a little fuck’n grateful”. If you thought that cocky grin couldn’t get any wider—well, there it was, smeared across his face, practically helping you piece together those fragmented memories you were so desperate to retrieve.

Realization sucker punched you hard in the gut. You recognized him as that hot personal trainer who worked with you for three months straight. And one day he just disappeared, though not before breaking your heart and steering you into a relationship that had only just begun to blossom.

Luckily, you had moved on and the car accident was a blessing on top as you had completely forgotten about this man’s existence, sparing your heart from further angst.

“Oh yes. I didn't recognize you earlier. Hit my head hard a year ago”, you explained, although you didn't owe him an explanation. Unfortunately, after retrieving those lost memories, the suppressed feelings that accompanied those memories were also resurfacing.

“Well then, I didn't train ya hard enough”. He didn't like the fact that his former student had succumbed to such brutal injuries— it bruised his pride as a trainer. And though he struggled to show it, there was a hint of concern beneath the surface.

“It wasn't a physical altercation. My car rolled over”, you clarified.

Grimmjow leaned back on the chair, his erection ready for some attention.

“So what else do ya not remember?”, he challenged your memories.

All you could recall was throwing punches and kicks for 3 months to prepare for the entrance exam. There was some build up of emotional tension but before things got serious he had disappeared. Unless….

You gulped a dry lump in your throat. It felt like you just swallowed a million glass shards. 

Grimmjow could tell he caught you in a net he laid out. “That’s right, princess. You remember it, don't ya”, he whispered, egging on your imagination.

You shook your head in full denial. There was no way you would forget getting banged by your hot personal trainer. That's like a classic porn scene coming to life. Yet, you can't recall doing anything indecent with this man.

“Gym went under? So you went to the streets?” Pushing aside your racing thoughts, you continue with the investigation. 

But he wasn't ready to let it go.

“Nah. Still got the gym. Just found another hobby” he answered you out loud, but quickly dropped to a soft whisper. “Don't ya think ya should give me a hand here? Maybe it will jog up some more memories”.

You look stunned at his suggestion. “What is this new hobby? Illegal fighting? Drugs? Gangs?” Your eyes slowly fell back to his erection, realizing it must be getting uncomfortably tight in there. “You're on your own with that”, you whispered back. With your body temperature rising, you removed your hat and set it aside. 

“Gang, yes. Drugs, No. I hate that shit”. His eyes slowly travelled up and down your body, undressing you with his leering eyes. “You sure about that? It's reacting to you after all”. 

You glanced to the side—luckily, Shuhei was still buried deep in his search, fingers typing up a storm. The clatter of keys muffled the soft whispers you exchanged with the man you once knew. “You really think we believe you? If it's not drugs, how else does your gang make money?” You extend your leg and press the sole of your well polished shoe up against his crotch. 

“I ain't telling you how I make a living. And it ain't pimping”, he grinned, feeling the friction of your shoes up against his clothed erection, making his dick twitch from the firm pressure. “That’s it, princess. You know just how I like it”, he encouraged you, leaning back on his chair to indulge himself under your touch. 

None of this was triggering any flashbacks of moments you might’ve shared outside of training. You gave Shuhei one last glance before making your next calculated move.

There was a pen lying on the table beside you. You gently swipe your hand across the table, taking the pen with you, guiding it accidentally off the table. “Opps”. And with that, you gracefully hop off, careful not to jolt the table and snap Shuhei back to reality that was about to unfold. 

As you gathered the pen off the floor, your other hand settled firmly on Grimmjow’s crotch, feeling the outline of his length under your palm. You palmed him good, making sure the tent was indeed from his cock and not a fold in his pants. You slowly unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, fumbling a little as you tried to one hand it. After a failed struggle, you held the pen between your lips and made use of both hands to set him free. It was hard to hide the eagerness in your trembling hands. 

Your heart is racing. Your body is reacting. His cock was free but ironically the owner wasn't. You are on your knees and looking up at him— that cocky grin was still there, celebrating his victory. He couldn't believe he was about to receive a blow job by a cop while in handcuffs.

You remove the pen from between your lips to free up your salivating mouth. 

He swallowed his initial reaction, feeling your warm breath around the sensitive tip. Your nervous hands wrapped around the base of his cock and you took in all the details, from the shape to the texture, the length and the girth. 

“Maybe a little taste will jog up that memory”, a soft whisper that came from above.

You cast one last glance over your shoulder, catching only a glimpse of Shuhei’s legs beneath the desk—his shoes tapping out a steady rhythm. What was he even trying to find? A biography on this man? You've seen your partner work hours on end without losing focus. Knowing that, you felt gutsy to continue on with your pursuit— searching for your missing memories. 

Your soft lips wrapped around the swollen red tip, your plush mouth was soothing to the raw, dry shaft. You took your time to savor the feeling, the entire length fit so perfectly in your starving mouth. Did it jog any memories? No. Did it awaken ‘urges and desires’ for this man that might have been suppressed for years? Sure, let’s call it that.

Grimmjow, well known for his impatience and destructive attitude, was moving rather carefully and discreetly, keeping things low-key, all the while fighting the primal impulse to thrash his hips wildly at your face. Regardless of his approach, it was only a matter of time before Shuhei made his appearance.

With a mouthful of fresh precum, you had completely lost yourself in the act, letting your guard drop entirely.

Suddenly, it hit you—the clicking and tapping of keys had stopped. You weren’t sure when, but the room had fallen completely silent. The only thing you could hear was your heart thumping against your ribcage and speeding up with each passing second. 

Grimmjow noticed Shuhei had finally pulled away from the laptop screen and glanced in his direction. Despite this, Grimmjow made no effort to end the obscene situation. This was a rare moment, an opportunity if you must call it, he could not let slip from your lips.

Shuhei had noticed you were missing, the wide table shielding you and your indecent, unprofessional conduct. He heard some muffled slurps and suction sounds. He paused and held his breath. He looked into Grimmjow’s blue eyes, the man’s pupils were dilated as if he was riding a blissful wave.

The moment you realized you had an audience, it was too late. You took so much pride in keeping up your guard, yet it had faltered for a brief moment, thanks to those ‘urges and desires’.

Before you got a chance to pull Grimmjow out of your mouth, Shuhei had already grabbed both your hands by the wrist and shackled them behind your back. 

Once your hands were secured, Shuhei squatted down to your level and parted some of your dishevelled hair out of your pretty face. He had to witness that slutty face stuffed with a fat cock that wasn't his.

“And what the hell are you doing? Officer L/N?”, he asked, his voice calm but commanding. 

You tried to pull Grimmjow out of your mouth but struggled. Shuhei had you pinned, his hand firm on the back of your head, keeping you bowed in silent humiliation.

“Sucking my dick. Can't ya see?” Grimmjow happily answered for you considering your mouth was preoccupied. The less he spoke, the better because it wasn't doing you any favors. 

“I can see that. But why? Shoving a random filthy street rat’s dick down your throat. Are you sure you want a disease?”Shuhei continued with his guilt trip and also took a jab at Grimmjow. 

“What ya call me?”, Grimmjow shot daggers at the other officer, quite obvious they had become rivals. 

“A street rat. Or maybe you are a stray cat? Either way… it's a filthy dick”. 

“What? You jealous mine’s getting sucked on and your’s ain't?”

As the two exchanged insults at each other, you almost passed out from choking on Grimmjow’s cock that had been jammed so deep down your throat for a good few minutes. 

With a steely glare still locked onto his opponent, Shuhei finally set you free and tugged on the back of your hair to pull you away from your misery.

You gasped for air, coughed hard as the lungs inflated with fresh oxygen, a string of saliva still connected your lips with the tip of his throbbing cock. 

Grimmjow let out an animalistic growl, overwhelmed by the instinct to claw at the male officer for stealing his mate, even though his hands were bound. And let's not ignore the fact that he had no claws. Not in this universe.

Shuhei looked at you with disappointment. Not only did his heart just get crushed, but you gave him the slut vibes.

“I… I can explain. We know each other”, you tried to save your face and reputation. That perfect, innocent cop image completely shattered right before Shuhei’s eyes.

Your eyes darted towards Grimmjow, making eye contact with the sexually frustrated man, hoping he would say his part. 

“Ya we know each other. We go way back. Was helping jog up that memory with my dick”, Grimmjow winked at you. 

Not exactly what you wanted him to say. But what else did you expect to come out of his untamed mouth? That's all on you. 

“No explanation needed. You want some dick? Let’s give you some dick, you slutty cop!” Shuhei could not hold off his anger any longer. He was frustrated waiting for you. Honestly, it was his fault for never making a move all these years, hiding behind the excuse of being ‘professional’. His uptight, well-disciplined ass cost him his love. Normally, he did not break rules. But today, rules will be broken.

He tugged on your handcuffs, forcing you to stand up straight. He stood behind you, taunting Grimmjow with a slow strip tease, his hands unbuttoning your shirt and unravelling you like a present. You felt Shuhei’s warm breath against the side of your neck and Grimmjow’s eyes fixated on your exposed skin. His visible dick danced with approval. Shuhei’s cock also did a little twitch in his pants and you felt him grind his hips against your ass, seeking for some friction and attention. 

He slid his hand under the bridge of your bra and lowered the fabric that held your breasts in place. You could see Grimmjow practically salivating like a starved animal— a feral, uncontrollable animal who was tied up by his owner and a delicious prey tangled and danced before his eyes.

Shuhei cupped both your exposed soft breasts and gave them a rough squeeze. But he could not linger— time was limited. It was only a matter of time before his colleagues returned. 

His hands trailed down towards your pants and he undid them with rather ease. First he removed the utility belt and set it on the table, safely out of reach to avoid possible mishaps or accidental triggers. At least Shuhei had some sliver of rationality left in him, but it was fraying fast.

Once securing everyone's safety, he continued to lower your pants and panties, dropping them both to your ankle and kicking your feet to lift them off the floor. 

Without any hesitation, you lift one foot and then the other. You were cooperating well, not a single protest came out of your mouth. With your lack of resistance, Shuhei felt less guilty and more inclined to continue with his insults and degrading actions.

Shuhei slid your pants off along with your shoes and panties, kicking them under the table and looking up from where he was kneeling. Your legs were spread wide, giving him the money shot of your wet dripping pussy, taunting him as it glistened with your arousal. 

“Sucking a stranger got you this wet?”, he asked, degrading you on the spot.

“Shut up. Like I said, I know him”, you reminded your partner. But Shuhei wasn't buying it. You were already a cock sucking slut in his eyes.

He stood up and tugged on your cuffs again, forcing you to turn around and away from Grimmjow. 

Grimmjow got a nice view of the outline of your round ass but your shirt was in the way. He licked his bottom lips and watched in anticipation. Shuhei placed his hand on the back of your head and guided you forward. Your bare chest collapsed on the table and he gathered the shirt up and away to showcase your ass. 

“Oh fuck!”, both men muttered under their breaths in unison, dicks already discharging pre from the sight alone.

Shuhei quickly covered Grimmjow’s view of your sweet pussy and you heard some clinks and clanks, unzipping and a thud. He set his utility belt on the table next to your face. 

You couldn't see or touch anything. Neither could Grimmjow and it was driving him insane. You heard more sounds, rustling and tearing of a wrapper. It wasn't a chocolate bar, that's for sure.

He aligned himself square between your cheeks and used his hand to guide his tip against your wet entrance. Soon, your mushy insides were clenching down on his hard invading length— the feeling of pre-lubricated rubber sliding with ease and filling you up. Your body twitched, there was no foreplay with this impatient man and he pushed his length all the way in with his initial thrust. 

Shuhei had a nice rhythm going, the sturdy table kept you anchored and grounded. Your moans were in sync with the movements of his hips. Eventually, your own hips moved back to match his pace. 

Slap. Slap. Slap. 

The sound of skin to skin smacking had turned Grimmjow feral. He was ready to stand up and headbutt the officer out of the way and stick his own raw dick into your inviting cunt— no protection.

“Fuck…so tight”. “Ahh fuck…dont clench so hard”. “You’re so…soft inside”. “You like that spot?” The round tip of his cock had found that sweet spot that made your legs tremble.

The verbal description was enough to lure Grimmjow out of his dormant state. That aggressive and loud mouth Grimmjow was back and causing a disruptive scene from behind. 

“Fuck this! I had her first. Get your dirty hands off her. Hey! Hey!!! Don't ya fuck’n ignore me you twig for a dick!”, he snapped.

Grimmjow squirmed in his seat and planted a foot on Shuhei’s ass, shoving him forward and balls deep inside you. You were speechless, your mouth left wide open as if you wanted to let out a scream but nothing came out. The tip of his cock just kissed your cervix and left you seeing stars.

Shuhei barely managed to hold off an accidental outburst— too early to empty his balls. He wished to savor this moment, as he wasn't sure if he would ever be served seconds.

With his dick still buried deep inside you, he pulled you up by the handcuffs again and turned you around. He pushed you forward and you collapsed on top of Grimmjow. With his other free hand, he pulled out a condom packet from his front pockets and tore it with his mouth, never once losing rhythm to his thrusts. 

Both you and Grimmjow are left bobbing to the thrusts, the impact almost sending you to your first climax. 

Shuhei pushed the curled up condom in your mouth and slightly unraveled it with his two fingers. He removed his fingers from your mouth, the condom sitting between your parted lips. With one hand, he secured your hips in place so he did not have to miss a beat. His other hand grabbed a few locks of your hair and guided your face towards Grimmjow’s dick. From that point, you knew what had to be done.

You pushed the condom onto Grimmjow's upright cock with ease using only your mouth. You ended up giving him a delicious blow job in the process while Shuhei fucked you from behind. Horizontally sandwiched between the two men, your body was bouncing between the two, open shirt and your free breasts flailing like ping-pong balls, dicks coming from both ends. 

Even Grimmjow wasn't expected to sit still. His hips came slamming at you, his cock hitting the back of your throat, perfectly synchronizing with Shuhei movements from behind.

The room didn’t echo with the usual tension between a hostile felon and interrogating cops, but with blissful moans and groans complimented with the sucking and slurping sounds and skin on skin slaps. Let's not forget the growing wetness that oozed between your legs, the latex rubber exaggerating the sloshing sounds that came deep within your sex. 

Grimmjow couldn't hold back any longer, his hips jerking off the chair, cock slamming deep down your throat, face fucking you while Shuhei’s grip kept your bobbing head anchored in place.

Your gags were unheard, ignored and lost amongst the symphony of moans and groans. You choked a few times and eventually even that became numb. 

Grimmjow was the first to succumb, the tip of the condom slowly filled up like a balloon in your mouth. Shuhei pulled your mouth off the dirty condom and began chasing for his own release. 

Your head collapsed onto Grimmjow's shoulder, who was recovering from his most recent orgasm. Shuhei delivered a few more thrust, your convulsing walls taking care of the rest. You clamped down, smothering his spastic cock, drawing out his long awaited release. 

Shuhei released his grip on your hips, leaving you bruised and sore but not as sore as your scalp and throat. It took him a few minutes to recover, his body collapsed backwards against the rustic desk. And when he finally did come to his senses, you were already on top of the other man’s lap, sloppily riding for round two.

“Atleast change the condom!”Shuhei yelled from behind, trying to fetch a fresh packet from his pockets. 

But it was too late. As you bounced on Grimmjow's lap, maneuvering the best you can with both your hands tied up, you heard a pop on the inside. A gush of warm fluid filled you up and coated your inner walls, making your movements a lot more fluid and effortless. 

Shuhei cleaned himself up and tucked his sensitive  limp cock back into his pants. He tidied his clothes, discarded the DNA evidence and went back to his laptop to check the live security cameras. As expected, some of his co-workers were making their way back after running their morning errands.

He could interrupt the two lovebirds as they shared a passionate kiss, however he decided against it. If they still had feelings for each other, who was he to get in the way of rekindled love? 

Besides, Grimmjow didn’t have any previous record that warranted an arrest, at least not at the moment. You, however, had committed professional misconduct, which could lead to much more severe consequences. He wasn’t prepared to lose you. Work would be unbearable without you.

Drowning in pleasure, locked in a daze, you barely heard Shuhei’s footsteps fading into the distance. He stepped out of the room and locked the door from the outside. You pulled away from the kiss and turned your head towards the locked door, becoming a prisoner and trapped with your crimes— The crime being the man whose lap you occupied. 

“Focus on me, princess…”, Grimmjow called for you. Once the other officer had disappeared, he finally had you to himself. 

You turned your head back and gave him the attention he had been seeking. 

“Why did you disappear?”, you asked. You wanted to cup his face with your hands and interrogate him properly. However, the thick metallic cuffs digging into your skin was a reminder that you were at the mercy of the law. 

Grimmjow pressed his burning forehead up against yours, nose touching, lips twitching in anticipation. 

“Trouble with some people. Had to leave the city. Didn't want to drag ya into it”, he explained without giving too much details. You were still a cop, after all—and he was still under arrest.

A brief silence settled between you as your mind processed what he’d just said. Lies didn't suit his pride. And not like you had much of an established relationship with him. 

“Ya remember me now?” He tried to guide your attention back to him with his deliberate movements from below. 

You felt the growing pool of sticky mess between your legs. You stared into his blissful eyes, the aggression he held was gone once more.

“I remember it all. The way you stood me up on our first date and disappeared for good. But I don't remember having sex with you”, you replied. No matter how hard you tried to search the deepest crevices of your blurred memories, the closest you ever got to a relationship with him was some occasional flirting — and a date he never showed up for.

Wearing that gullible, puzzled look on your face, which he tried so hard not to mock, but he couldn’t help and chuckle at your innocence. You were simply an easy target for him. You always were. 

“I don't remember saying that we had sex”, he corrected you with a wide, mischievous grin. 

You straightened your back and tried to headbutt his forehead for being such a pain in the ass, both figuratively and literally. 

“Asshole!” You smacked your forehead against his in frustration. And that’s when you realized just how much of a hardhead he really was.

“Careful, princess. And be grateful. At least fucking you stupid helped with your memory. Imagine how much more you can remember if we continue at it”, he teased, picking up the pace from below.

“You know what! Ughhh You are sooo…. fuck…going to jail…ahhh shit… I'm gonna cum if you don't slow down!”

“Oh? If this is what I get to endure while in your jail, I would gladly take a life sentence", he grinned, kissing you on the lips and pounding you to your next release.

Now that was a confession you never saw coming.

ART

Could I ask for embarrassing sex moments with the bleach guys 😭? (Kenpachi, shunsui, shinji, grimmjow… and whoever else you’d like!) you can skip this if you don’t wanna write!

Embarrassing Sex Moments with Bleach Men ఇ

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

featuring: kenpachi zaraki, shunsui kyoraku, grimmjow jaegerjaquez, shinji hirako

Kenpachi Zaraki - Cramp ఇ

Kenpachi folds you like always into positions what requires all of your body’s flexibility. So while he had your legs both wrapped around his waist and pounding you roughly from behind deep into your pussy, you suddenly got a bad cramp in your leg. Whimpering and falling into the mattress with your body he would laugh menacingly at you. Seeing you all ashamed he massages your leg until the cramp goes away and you both would laugh afterwards.

,,My dick is requiring your poor body a lot of work huh?‘‘

Shunsui Kyoraku - Queefing ఇ

Shunsui had you bend over his office desk with your legs tightly pressed together, sliding his cock slowly in and out your wet pussy. It’s then when your delicate pussy suddenly started queefing. Totally embarrassed and flustered you hide your face from him trying to get away. But sweet man Shunsui just teases you, giving your pussy a soft smack.

,,That’s natural doll, no need to be ashamed infront of me.‘‘

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez - Fast orgasm ఇ

Giving Grimmjow a nasty good blowjob while you are on your knees and he sits on the couch, he sloppily & meanly thrusts his cock even deeper into your mouth. Spitting all over his cock you also suddenly felt how his warm semen flows into your mouth after only 2 minutes. Flustered red cheeks can be seen on his face and a pouty shy smile.

,,Was your fault tho, you give head like a goddess.‘‘

Shinji Hirako - Wrong hole ఇ

Shinji pounds you in missionary with your legs up in the air, pressed firmly together by his arms. His Hips do all the magic work, thrusting into your tight hole as accidentally his cock slipped out & slipped right back into your other hole. While you scream in embarrassment and slight pain the only thing shinji gaves you is a smug pervy grin.

,,We could just switch holes in between sweetheart.‘‘

Kenpachissluut 🎀

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Based on this beautiful request from my sister wife @tomitsulikeslemons <3

Another Friday night had come and gone. It was sometime past one in the morning, the dance floor packed, vibrating with hip hop music, and colorful lights weaved through the sea of sweaty, intoxicated bodies. You and your friends had wriggled your way out of the crowd, off to have one last drink, though none of you needed it. That was evident in the way you sauntered through the stuffy air carelessly, a slant in your step, every thought, thing, person, scenario funnier than it really was, reality viewed through a different lens. By the way your friends talked and acted you knew they shared your state of mind, the trio of you fueled off one another. 

What you didn't share with them was your desire to leave this place. Dancing to the latest hits was fun for a while, but your heart craved something else. All night you'd longed for a change of scenery, a specific place in mind. Most of the bars would be closing soon. You'd shied away from bringing it up all night, but halfway through what was supposed to be your final drink, it became now-or-never.

"We should go to the jazz bar!" you announced, beaming excitedly to hide the embarrassed blush coating your cheeks. 

As expected, you were immediately met with resistance, both of your friends giving you eye rolls, exhausted groans and disapproving shakes of the head. 

"Seriously?!" One of them grumbled, unafraid to give it to you straight. "That place is sooo dead. Every time we go there it makes me want to fall asleep," she voiced dramatically. Your other friend nodded her agreement, taking a long, tired sip from her drink. 

"It's romantic and luxurious," you countered. "You just don't know how to appreciate good music." It was your turn to take a long sip now, glancing to the side and raising your eyebrows over your glass. 

"HEY!" She shouted while your other friend simultaneously accused, "oh, please, we all know you're not going for the music."

"Yes I am!" You whined defensively, though you understood immediately what she meant, especially by the shit-eating grin spreading on her face. 

"That's right," your other friend giggled, catching on, the two of them exchanging devious glances. "You only got into jazz because you want the owner's PICKLE!" She chanted the last bit, cupping her hands around her mouth for the whole club to hear, or at least those nearby. 

"It’s not true!" You hissed. "Maybe I just like going somewhere where random men aren't constantly trying to get behind me like dogs!" You took another drink from your glass, nervously chugging.

"Yeah, yeah, none of them can compare to your little jazz boyfriend, we know," your friend snorted. The other joined in her laughter, the two of them like goofy, taunting hyenas. 

"I'm - I can't - that's not even remotely true," you stammered, repeating yourself, crossing your arms over your chest, looking all too interested at the contents in your glass. 

"She's blushing!" They pointed at and prodded your cheeks. 

"My cheeks always get red when I drink!" You snapped back, swatting their hands away. 

"Okay, okay," your friend giggled, waving her hand dismissively to get you to calm down. "We'll go with you."

"Really?" 

"If," she paused for effect, "you admit you want to get the mario coins knocked out of you by the owner."

"You're insane,” you scoffed and shook your head.

"No, you are,” your other friend jumped back in. “We're your best friends! You can tell us! We make great wing women." She grinned and nudged your other friend.

"You do not-"

You were interrupted by her beginning to mock you, words you would never say, altering her voice to sound high-pitched and damsel-in-distress-y, “you’re the only one who truly understands music, Daddy!”

“Let’s listen to some of your jazz while we fuck!” Your other friend naturally went along. 

They carried on, one of them moaning and tossing her hair while the other sang a classic jazz song in a deep, cartoony voice. A group of men nearby started to look over, curious at the spectacle. It was then that you clapped your hands over each of their mouths, silencing their torment.

One of them licked your hand, causing you to recoil. "Sorry,” she giggled. “We're done."

"Well, I'm not interested in going anymore,” you pouted. 

"Don't be so stubborn,” your friend said, taking a quick sip of her drink and stirring the ice around. “Let me finish my drink. Then we can go see your man," she promised.

Your pout twitched, etching into a smile while your other friend winked at you and began to chug her glass. 

Not much later, the three of you took to the streets, staggering along to the jazz bar you adored so much. With each step you found yourself turning inward, getting in your head about your appearance and your general vibe. You hoped your makeup and hair didn’t look too run-down from the night’s activities, or that it wasn’t too obvious in your heavily-lidded eyes that you were far from sober. You even found yourself smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles in your long, elegant dress, a piece you had picked out with the intention of ending up here later tonight. The closer you got to your destination, the more you attempted to straighten out, to walk more gracefully and practice opening lines in your mind. Your anxious thoughts only ceased when your trio clicked up to the bouncer, arms interlocked, no need to show him your IDs. You were familiar faces at this establishment after all. 

But then, he wasn’t stepping aside, didn’t lift the velvet rope and gesture you in as he normally did with a “welcome back, ladies.” He stood firm with his hands clasped, forcing a practiced frown as he said instead, "sorry ladies. We're closing up in about fifteen minutes. Can't come in."

Your heart sank. Dramatic as it was, you felt your night had been wholly ruined by this piece of information, by this denied entry. Your friends watched your enthusiastic expression fall, and one of them broke from the group immediately, clacking forward with an aggressive, steely look in her eyes that you knew all too well. 

"So? Let us in for fifteen minutes," she demanded, hands on her hips and chest puffed out. 

The bouncer towered over her, unmoving. "We can't.” He shrugged carelessly. “The doors are shut."

His resolute words made you deflate even more, but further provoked your feisty friend. "Seriously?” She shifted her weight onto one leg, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her heel against the concrete. “Where's the owner? I want him to tell us."

"No, no.” You tugged at her elbow, disconcerted by the prospect of bothering him. You pulled her back into line with you and your other friend. “It's fine. We'll go," you said decisively, not wanting to start conflict at his bar.

"Uh, no we won't.” Once she had a mission in mind, she didn’t back down. She raised a manicured pointer finger in the air. “I didn't walk all the way here to get turned away. We come here all the time, and many of those times we were here past two am! Is this how you treat valued customers?!"

The bouncer still didn’t seem to want to budge, looking bored with the three of you. He rolled his neck this way and that while your friend snapped at him, his mind likely only halfway here. It only added to your humiliation, had you angling your feet in the opposite direction, trying to nudge your friends away, but they weren’t conceding. 

"Yeah, c'mon dude, seriously,” your other friend joined in the fray. “Three young things like us?” She gestured between the three of you. “You need us in there."

"Maybe when we opened several hours ago,” he opposed, letting the slightest bit of irritation slip into his tone before regaining his composure. “I really am sorry, girls, but it's policy."

"Policy? Policy?!” That made your temperamental friend explode, her arms flailing about in the air between them. “What are you, the goddamn police?!"

"It's okay!” You pulled her back again, panicked. This had already escalated too far. “We can come another night! No big deal!” You offered a sheepish, crooked smile to the bouncer, chuckling nervously as you attempted to steer your trio away for the last time. “Sorry for the trouble."

"No!” Your friend frowned, stomping her foot childishly, not yet ready to accept defeat. “You were excited! We're not leaving!"

You sighed, exasperated and uncomfortable with so much confrontation at a place you loved so much. "I'm telling you it's-"

"Is there a problem here?" 

The four of you followed the familiar voice, like deers in headlights, peering up at the owner as he stood at the top of the stairs in front of the entrance in a wide stance, eyes narrowed down at the group of you. 

You froze at the sight of him, breath catching in your throat. 

Shinji.

"No, no boss,” the bouncer scrambled to explain, sounding much less indifferent than he had moments ago. The large man turned small in Shinji’s presence, not so tough now. “Just telling these ladies we'll be closing up soon."

His narrowed gaze slid smoothly from his employee over to the three of you. When his eyes met yours, they softened, his glare reserved for man and man only. "Oh, it's my girls."

You squeaked as your friend shoved you forward, nearly knocking you over the rope. You straightened, just like you had practiced, smiling tightly and waving bashfully up at him. 

"Hey, sweetheart,” Shinji chuckled languidly, slowly beginning his descent down the stairs towards you. “Ya coming in?"

"We're trying to,” your friend grumbled from behind, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the bouncer, eager to pin blame on him. “Are you gonna fire this guy or what?" 

"Whatever you want darlin',” Shinji laughed, unhooking the rope and ignoring his bouncer’s dumbfounded expression. “Come on, then."

Your friends giggled excitedly at the VIP treatment, as if they weren’t complaining about having to come here thirty minutes ago, prancing forward and up the stairs. You lingered behind, murmuring another “sorry” to the bouncer before you moved to follow them. 

Shinji held out his arm for you to take. “I was beginning to think I wasn’t gonna get to see ya tonight.” He eyed your figure. “Looking so pretty too.”

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” You smiled coyly, taking his arm and letting him lead you inside, careful not to trip up the stairs. 

You were met with the usual scene, dim lighting, gold, reds, purples, the woodsy aroma of whiskey mixed with cigar smoke and expensive perfumes, two men gathered in hushed conversation at the bar, a new couple huddled together in the corner playing footsies, an old one twirling with each other on the floor to a romantic tune, glimpses of lovers and loners alike on the balcony, and your friends already spinning each other around, looking wild and beautiful and catching the eyes of most men in here, however young or old. 

Shinji was not one of them, too busy with his eyes on you. “Are ya thirsty, baby doll?”

Every little variation of pet name he gave you made your chest flutter, the sweet names and phrases like doses of sugar coming from him. It gave you a rush, and you couldn’t get enough. You were an addict, constantly coming back for more. “Can I just have a water?”

“You can have whatever you like,” he responded, detaching from your side to slide behind the bar, his bartender occupied with flirtatious women at the end. 

Shinji made quick work of filling your glass, throwing in a lemon and garnishing it with a small flower. You giggled your thanks when he handed it to you, making him grin adoringly as you sipped from the pretty glass, perched in the stool across from him.  

You were working up the courage to launch into conversation with him, racking your brain for how to start calmly when he made you feel so airy and excitable, when one of his regulars was slinking up to the bar, coming to catch up before saying his goodbyes for the night.

“Hey!” Shinji beamed towards him before throwing you an apologetic look. “I’ll be back for ya,” he assured before he was off, playing the gracious owner. 

You waited impatiently for him to return, not-so-subtly watching as he got trapped in one conversation after the next, getting to know some of the unfamiliar faces before they left for the night or revisiting with returning patrons. Envy burned in your chest, observing them stealing away your time with him when you had been waiting for this all night. 

As the clock neared and then passed two am, despite the fact that Shinji never formally kicked anyone out, most people filed out on their own, some stopping him to thank him or to chat about their night or their most recent heartbreak or how their job has been so shitty and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. You supposed you couldn’t blame them - Shinji was easy to talk to, attentive, humorous and ran a damn good establishment, but you couldn’t help the mounting frustration any time another straggler prevented him from making his way back to you, stealing even more precious time as the night progressed into the wee small hours of the morning. You were getting bitter, silently commanding everyone in the room to please, just leave.

Your friends sashayed their way over to you, one of them faking a yawn. “Looks like it’s closing time,” she observed, throwing you a suggestive look.

“You’re leaving?” Your brows furrowed.

“I mean, yeah,” your other friend laughed. “What? You want us to stay and watch when he…” she trailed off, making a lewd gesture with her hands.

“Didn’t realize you were into that,” they joked.

“That’s not going to happen.” You blushed deeply. “And I’m wondering if I should leave with you.” You glanced longingly in Shinji’s direction, watching him speak with an old pair who were here every week. “He seems like he’s pretty busy. I haven’t really got to talk to him all night.” You looked at your glass of melted ice sadly.

“You have to stay!” Your friend urged you. “You came here for a reason. Don’t pussy out.”

“Do you want us to stay until everybody else is gone?” Your other friend offered.

It was tempting, but you weren’t going to make them sit here with you when they were ready to go. Besides, it seemed like there were only a couple of others left aside from the old couple, and all of Shinji’s staff had already cleaned up and gone. If you were staying, surely, it wouldn’t be much longer until you got him all to yourself. Your friend was right. Now was not the time to pussy out. You’d waited this long, what was a little longer?

“That’s okay.” You smiled, getting down from your stool to hug and kiss them goodbye. “Thank you guys for coming with me.”

“You know we always will. Go get some pickle.” They smacked your butt before departing, waving teasingly to Shinji as they sidled past the chattery old people. 

At the sight of their exit, Shinji looked your way, confirming that you were still there, waiting for him. He smirked to himself before turning back to the old couple, exchanging their last words before he helped them out and down the stairs, returning to say and wave goodbye as the other few remaining people wrapped it up and left. 

It was finally just the two of you, the moment you had been wishing for all night. An upbeat jazz song echoed around the vacant space as he made his way back to your side. He looked a little delirious, dark smudges under his wandering eyes, a few more of his buttons undone, revealing more of his chest. He was probably worn out from the long night. It made him look impossibly sexier.    

“Hi,” he greeted playfully.

“Hi,” you said timidly, pushing down the feral urges rising to the surface. “Again. Those old people have a later bedtime than I do.”

Shinji grinned amusedly at your passive aggressive joke. “I’m sorry for disappearing for so long.” He snuck in closer, whispering, “did ya miss me?”

“Maybe,” you whispered back, heating up under his intense gaze.

“I sure missed you,” he confessed, bringing a hand to ghost over your waist. His eyes dropped to follow the motion. “I like this dress,” he complimented. “Yer a real knockout. I was afraid someone else was going to come and snatch you up.”

“You’re being dramatic.” You reached for your hair to smooth down the messy strands.

“I’m not,” he disagreed seriously, his voice dropping an octave. It was silent for a moment, nothing but the surround sound of jazz, and the transition into a slower and more sensual instrumental. “I really am sorry. You shouldn’t have to wait for anyone. By the way, how much trouble did my bouncer give ya earlier?” He raised an eyebrow threateningly. 

“Oh, don’t worry about it, honestly!” You laughed nervously, looking towards the entrance as you thought of his employee and the way he shrunk down when Shinji came outside. You were shrinking now in your own way, having an inkling that if you said the word, he’d truly get fired in a heartbeat, and you didn’t particularly want that on your conscience. “He was just doing his job.”

“His job is to let my girl in, no matter the day or time or whatever the hell else is going on,” Shinji said sternly. “He’s an idiot.”

“I made it in here. No hard feelings.” You tentatively put a hand on his chest, bringing yourself closer to him, some of your fingers curled against his shirt, and others on his bare skin. 

“Yer too forgiving.” He calmed, his chest rising and falling slowly beneath your touch. 

“I just want everyone to be happy.”

“And what about you?”

“Well,” you avoided his eyes as you confessed, “I’m happy now…”

He smiled arrogantly. “Yeah?”

You nodded.

The music played distantly again, reminding you that you were alone with him, the only two around to hear it. Shinji’s hand fell from your waist, coming to rest atop where yours was pressed to his chest. 

“So then, shall we dance?” He asked, grinning mischievously. 

“What?” You nearly gasped, gazing at the empty floor. “I don’t dance - like that!” You panicked, imagining the intimacy of it - his hands on your waist, his body so close, moving in sync with yours to the slow music playing over the speakers. There would be no explaining away your feelings, just movement and lots of eye contact, all body language. You were all talk and no game, wobbling on your heels, sure that you were going to embarrass yourself, that you were going to put his favorite genre to shame, and then it would be all over. 

“Sure ya do,” he chuckled at your jittery state. “Yer just being shy.” He grabbed your hand, pulling it from his chest to entangle his fingers with yours, rubbing your skin with his thumb.

“I really don’t know how to.” You hesitated. “I’ll make a fool of myself.”

He shook his head, bringing the back of your hand to his lips for a chaste kiss. “Let me teach you.” 

Without another word, he was hurrying away, plunging the space into silence. He returned with an old record player, making a comment about the “real deal” as he set it up. He left again in search for a specific record, leaving you to shuffle in place and twiddle your thumbs, rubbing the back of your hand where his lips came and went. 

While you waited, your thoughts ran unchecked, thinking again about him pulling you along the floor to something romantic, your dress swishing about at your ankles, holding his hand long enough for your palm to sweat in his…your heart hammered in your chest, beating to the wrong rhythm. You took steadying breaths, remembering to slow down, to be smooth as jazz. 

Shinji looked your way excitedly, finally putting the record in place. He rushed back over to you, and so as not to waste a moment of the song, he grabbed onto you immediately, a hand on your hip, and another taking your hand. There was no more time to worry, and only time for dance. 

The music began, like stars twinkling, the language of dreams, while strings crooned in the background. Eyes like saucers, you looked to Shinji for guidance on where to put your free hand. “Up here.” He nodded towards his shoulder. 

You delicately placed your hand where he instructed, tensing at the feel of him, at the tiniest movement of his muscles underneath the soft fabric of his dress shirt. You weren’t able to think about it for very long as your feet were pulled into movement, Shinji taking you with him to the melody. 

Of course, you found a way to complicate it, no matter how simple it was. All you had to do was move your feet where he tugged you, but you couldn’t manage even that, staggering in your heels, but he never let you falter too much, tightening his hand on your hip and his other in yours to keep you upright and in line. “Yer alright, yer okay,” he’d say. “I’ve got you.”

He never stopped, covering the expanse of the floor with his eyes on yours. You still couldn’t quite get out of your head, but it was getting easier as the song progressed. You let both Shinji and your intuition guide you, and as such, your clumsiness slowly faded away, replaced by a gracefulness you never knew you had. When you were starting to get the hang of the easy part, he was releasing your hip, keeping your hand in his and twirling you.

You laughed and squealed, feeling more at ease the more playful he was, all of the stress and the worry cascading out of you with the twirl. It was fun, the feeling of being whipped around by him, your dress and hair twirling too, so much so that it had you cheering, “again!” And of course he obliged you, spinning you around once more.  

Shinji must have been feeling as euphoric as you, opening his mouth to belt out a line of the song.

“You’d be hers if only she would call!”

The words, whether they were just lyrics to sing along to or something he really meant, stunted you. Your smile fell, your expression turning serious and fervent as his eyes bore into yours. He grinned at your stunned expression, encouraging you to listen to the lyrics more carefully as he swayed with you. 

It had you relaxing into the movement even more, the placement of your feet and your body’s responses becoming second nature as you honed in on the music. In this, you found a new appreciation for the instruments and their union, much like the way you united with Shinji now, the bliss when certain notes and sounds came together at once. 

Though the music was peaceful, the moment was intense. Your throat tightened with the way he looked at you, the way he moved you and spun you like you were a flower, the way he sang to you, “you’d be hers if only she would call.” Would he be mine? Does he want to be mine?

It had you recounting all of the times you came in here, how he always greeted you with his signature smirk when you came in and let you stay late, making cheeky remarks about whatever outfit you had on that night or paying enough attention to compliment your hair or makeup, telling creepy men to get lost when they approached you, knowing your drink order and making sure it was never empty, playing your favorite songs, walking you out and telling you that he’d see you next time…he always did. 

And tonight, all that transpired, the same protectiveness and pet names and compliments, but now, the dance. You’d always written off his behavior and his words as his personality, a natural flirt, or maybe just the fact that he needed business, and you were naive enough to fall into his trap over and over again. He was sweet and protective to all the women. After all, he’d told your friend “whatever you want darlin’” at her request that he fire the bouncer, and talked to various women, young and old, before they left tonight. 

You couldn’t deny that on your hard days, you thought about it a little too much, wondered what those conversations with other women consisted of, if maybe you were just his Friday girl and on Saturday he had another little doll staggering up to the velvet rope, batting her lashes and getting him to fulfill her every wish and command, just for the night. It was why you never took any of it too seriously before now, allowing yourself to get excited each night that you visited, but not to take it back home with you, too afraid to have your heart broken.

But being here with him tonight made everything feel real. You weren’t his Friday girl, you were his every day girl. Sure, he gave everybody sweet nicknames, but he complimented you, he searched for you, he stayed behind for you. It had been this way all along, you were just too stuck in your head, letting your insecurities cloud your judgment. If you had just called him, just given him the word, he’d be yours. 

So perceptive, it was as if Shinji knew you were overthinking it all now, worry passing over his features as he observed you. He twirled you again just to see you smile, but instead of spinning you around fully, he ended this one with his chest to your back and his arms wrapped around you, keeping you there for a moment before spinning you back out again, whisking you along and out of the room before you could see the rosiness in his cheeks.

He took you to the balcony, reconnecting with you there, the music still heard from inside as the chill night nipped at you playfully. The lyrics returned, and you strained to hear them as Shinji tucked you into his chest, rocking you more slowly now to keep you warm from the wind whipping your hair and dress around your frame. 

“When your lonely heart has learned its lesson

You’d be hers if only she would call.”

You looked up from Shinji’s chest, searching his face for the truth as the town below you started to settle into bed. 

“In the wee small hours of the morning

That’s the time you miss her most of all.”

Chills prickled your skin as the song twinkled out, the stars overhead now. When it stopped, the both of you stopped moving, but continued to hold one another, staring in silence with nothing but the distant sounds of the world around you and the whispers of an early spring night. 

Selfishly, you had to know. You needed to hear him say it, for your own peace of mind. “Do you,” you hesitated, but his soft, patient gaze brought you the rest of the way, “have feelings for me?”

“I have for a long time,” he answered you easily, seriously.

“How long?” You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself in closer, looking at him with glassy eyes. 

“Not long after you started coming here,” again, with a quick, steadfast response. “You’ve always been my girl.”

You let your instincts take over, looking at his lips, leaning in the slightest bit, this was the call. 

And he moved in the rest of the way until your lips were pressed together, becoming yours. He didn’t have to miss you anymore - at this hour, when he was normally closing up, heading home to lie awake and think of you - because here you were, finally where he had longed for you to be, with him. 

The kiss was long, but sweet. Pure and wholesome, he kept your lips against his, and nothing more, pulling back to hug you tightly, pressing more tender kisses onto your cheek and forehead. “A long time,” he said to himself again, running his fingers through your hair as he rested his head against yours.

“I’m your girl,” you spoke to yourself too, smiling like an idiot and shivering against him, excited and a bit chilly. 

“Yer cold,” he commented, smoothing his palms down your back.

“A little.”

He hummed, rubbing his hands up and down your bare arms now. “Want to go back inside?”

“No. I like it out here.” You snuggled back into his chest, leaning against him as you observed the lights below and above. “Just keep me warm.”

He started to unbutton his shirt, untucking it from his pants and pulling it off to wrap it around you.

“You took your shirt off?!” You giggled at him in disbelief.

“My baby’s cold.” He shrugged with a smile, pulling the fabric around your naked shoulders before cuddling you back into him. 

“But you’ll be cold now,” you worried, running your hands along his bare chest and arms, exposed to the night air.

“I’m fine.” He pulled you tighter against him, repeating your words, “just keep me warm.”

Content to be here with him like this, finally yours, you reflected on your humble beginnings, when your friends were reluctant to come here with you, and then when they were refusing not to be let in. You giggled to yourself as you thought of them and how they were going to interrogate you about the rest of your night - or morning, rather. You were going to have to tell them the truth. Okay, I admit, I do want his pickle.

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The weather this evening, that late-summer-early-fall breeze, reminds you of that special night. It’s around the same time too, the wee small hours of the morning. You’re normally asleep at this hour, but missing him more than usual, you can’t catch a wink. 

“What’re ya still doing awake?” Shinji asks when he finally returns to your shared home, peeling his clothes off and leaving them in a pile on the floor. Too exhausted for a shower, he joins you in bed. 

“Missing you.” You wrap yourself around him instantly, moaning softly at the heat rolling off of his body on this chilly night. “Have any dances tonight?”

“Hopefully one now - with you,” he growls into your neck, nipping at the skin there. 

And so, you dance, no music necessary when you both create your own. The only sounds he loves more than his jazz are the noises that come from you when he makes you feel good. Shinji’s too tired to be anywhere but in bed with you, but not too tired to make love as you say goodbye to yet another Friday night. 

Sinful Office feat. Kenpachi Zaraki ఌ

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

Here you find yourself in the same situation again. Bended over on the desk by your husband Kenpachi in his Office. You bit down into your own hand to not be too loud, scared the other people of the division would hear you. But you knew it was pointless. Kenpachi rammed his fat hard cock into your wet squelching cunt in and out again. The desk cracked under the massive and rough thrusts of his hips, slamming into you like the wild primal animal he is.

,,Don’t hold back Baby, i wanna hear your beautiful moans. And let everyone hear how good i fuck you.‘‘ Kenpachi growled with a cocky smirk. As you moaned loudly without any filter, he chuckles in satisfaction. ,,That’s a good girl. Let em hear you. Let em know how filthy my little wifey is.‘‘

His big calloused hands grabbed your ass harshly, fingers digging deep into your soft flesh on the verge of bruising. His Cock was ramming your cunt without any fucking mercy, stuffing your little hole completely full. So full, you could feel his cock in your cute little belly, that’s how big he is. One Hand comes up to tangle firmly into your hair, exposing your neck to him. He leans down growling hotly into your ear, leaving wet kisses and licks on your sweaty skin. He slammed his hips even harder against you, you are sure the desk would break at any moment. But you couldn’t care less.

,,God you feel so good kenny… just like that…‘‘ you whimpered and he increased his pace even more. It was almost unbelievable on how rough this man was fucking you. You slammed your ass against his cock, moving greedily & desperately against him. He grinned at the sight and hitted you so deep, making you cry out loudly even the goddamn divisions nearby could hear your moans & cries. Spreading your ass cheeks open, he licks his lips in anticipation and his wet thumb rubs gentle circles on your other sensitive hole. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and Kenpachi gives your ass a hard rough smack.

,,Are you ready for my cum Baby? Gonna fill you up really good..‘‘ he grunted and pulls you by your hips roughly against his pulsating cock. With a loud deep groan his sperm shots deep into your womb, stuffing you full completely. Sweat dripping his forehead down as his hand comes up to your sensitive clit, rubbing it and making you squirt all over his dick, earning a loud sinful moan from you.

,,That’s it baby… cum all over my cock… god that looks so good our release all mixed up together…‘‘ he growls against your neck as he squeezes your tits and chuckled devilishly. Panting and catching your breath your head lays on the desk completely and utterly satisfied and spent. As he pulled his cock out of your aching cunt, his cum drips out of your hole down your thighs but he didn’t waste any time pushing his thick fingers into your pussy. He wanted to make sure every drop would reach you and stays into your pussy.

,,Now now… you don’t wanna waste my good cum baby do you? Now be a good girl and get on your knees‘‘ he said grinning at you. You were in for a long night, no wonder everyone thought of you as a slut but you were just a good little wifey.

Kenpachissluut ❤️

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NSFW - Nothing fancy: just me rambling about giving Aizen head.

There’s something about the way Aizen closes his eyes, his lashes flutter and cheeks are tinted with the slightest hint of pink, that gives you a thrill. The quietist of sighs as he leans back, patting your head as you suck his cock. He wasn’t a man of many words when he was like this, just the softest of “good girl” you would hear above you.

But that wasn't necessarily when he was relaxed. No, you knew the tell-tale signs of when Aizen was relaxed. His grip on your hair was firmer, his thrusts into your mouth a bit more forceful, enjoying the mess he's making of you.

There's a lazy smirk on his face as drool dribbles from your lips as you try to suck on his cock the way he likes. His eyes are sharp and his words taunting as he calls you his favourite cock slut, his deep voice sending your pussy throbbing.

But it's when his eyes shutter - a small, satisfied smile on his face, as his cum drips down your lips, on your face, or wherever he wants to paint you tonight, that you savour each and every time.

ᰔᩚ telling the bleach men you are ovulating while they are in a meeting but they have a breeding kink (smau)ᰔᩚ

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

featuring: kenpachi zaraki, shunsui kyoraku, grimmjow jaegerjaquez, shinji hirako

cr: @villainsrtasty she‘s gonna make a continue to this🩷

Kenpachissluut 🎀

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“Stop everything, I'm ovulating!”

Breeding kink: Kenpachi, Shunsui, Shinji, Grimmjow

Short imagines!

This is based on this smau by @kenpachissluut Thanks for the collab! 

Warning: Breeding kink alert! Mostly smut. Some soft fluff with Shinji inspired by @darthwhorecrux

Kenpachi x female reader

Of course, Kenpachi is not good with directions. Knowing him, he probably got lost getting to you. 

But for once, he didn't! 

“Wow wow. Hold on! How did you get here so fast? You didn't turn a bad corner?” you asked as he stormed into the barracks, leaving a trail of intense reiatsu behind. And Reiatsu wasn't the only thing leaking from him.

“Tch. Not when I got this thing telling me where to go”. He proudly flashed you his phone screen, the navigation system had mapped out his route. 

You had been begging him to use the navigation function for a while now. Funny how a little change in your hormones was a big motivator to try something new.

You have now arrived at your destination. 

That destination is your wet dripping pussy. 

“Not yet I haven't”, he grinned, his dick aching in his pants. 

He turned off the phone, not wanting any more disturbance while he mated mindlessly with his partner tonight. He was on a mission to knock you up. The scent of your hormones was already making him feral. 

Before you were brought down to your knees by his spiritual pressure, he unexpectedly lifted you off the ground and threw you on his shoulder like a towel. He carried you to his small room, walls so thin that everyone in the barracks was made aware it was that time of the month. Breeding season for these two animals.

As promised, his fat cock did not leave your pussy all night. He pumped you full of seed until you overflowed. And when his tank ran dry, he fucked you with his fingers to push back all the cum that was dripping down your ass and thighs.

You were left sore, covered in bruises with an achy back and another broken bed. 

“Ikkaku is going to flip when I ask for another new bed. Next time we should do it on the floor or outside”, you suggested. 

He was quiet for a moment as he lay beside you, his giant palm resting on your bare belly. 

“I don't think there will be a next time, princess”. 

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Shunsui x female reader

Shunsui tripped not once, not twice but several times. Not sure why, but he found it hard to run down the stairs while sporting an erection, the hard thick membrane smacking between his thighs because he refused to wear a loincloth. 

“Just set it free, petal. Go commando for me. I'll do the same”. The pervert had wrapped you up in his fetishes and you shamelessly obliged because you were no better.

You were coming back from lunch and your phone sent you a reminder that today was the day. It explained why you felt so wet and needy for your man. A quick text remedied that problem. 

Granted that he was the Head Captain, you were excused from your duties for the rest of the day. You were the closest to what you would call ‘home’. Being the first to arrive, you planned to take a quick bath and wash off the day’s filth.

As you reached for the front door, he suddenly appeared behind you, his hand landing gently on top of yours.

“You weren’t planning to take a bath, were you, petal?” he asked, his lips so close to your ear that you could feel the warmth of his breath tickling your eardrum.

It was a hot day. You were sweaty, hot and bothered. “I stink….”, you tried to explain but he placed a finger against your lips to silence you.

“And wash away that natural fragrance? Even the rain can ruin a beautifully bloomed flower, stripping away that natural essence that drives a man insane”.

Even his pick-up, poetic lines were perverted. It made you cringe and he hurried you inside the house. 

Clothes were flying all over the place, with no undergarments in sight, consequently, making access quick and easy.

Usually, Shunsui would take his time with you, make the most out of foreplay and have you cum and squirt on his tongue several times before he rewarded your pussy with his cock.

But when he was crunched for time, he got right down to business. And he fucked you in every which way, stuffing your womb full of his seed with no breaks inbetween. He had lost his sensual touch— nothing romantic about being folded into a mating press and his dick drilling cum into you like a jackhammer pounding the surface. 

His phone rang several times as duty called for Mr. Head Captain. He could never break free from the responsibilities that weighed on him.

Except, what could possibly be more important right now other than impregnating his sweet, ripe flower that is ready to bear his fruit?!

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Shinji x female reader

“Where is she? Come on, doll. Don't ya play hide ‘n seek with me ”, he yelled as soon as he stormed into the house. He was hoping to pounce on you the moment he entered the front door.

Sick, my ass. Pretty poor excuse for a Captain— especially one who’s supposed to lead by example.

You had already showered and decided to spice things up and wear his favourite lingerie. Not that you need any more spicing up. As soon as you said you were ovulating, his dick did a little dance in his pants, while in the middle of a meeting. Yup. Grateful for those baggy wide pants.

“Every second counts. Don't ya make it hard fer me or else….”, came his eager warning. 

He found you in the bedroom, ready for the marathon that was to cum.

To say he almost fucked your brains out was an understatement. There even came a point he fucked you vertically— your shoulders pinned firmly to the mattress while your waist, pelvis and ass bounced in mid-air with each thrust, thighs resting on his shoulders as anchors. Why work against gravity when you can depend on it?

Once he filled up the tank that was your womb, he made sure to keep your pelvic bowl elevated by propping your hips up on a stack of pillows.

“You know it doesn't work like that”, you tried to explain, knowing exactly what he was trying to achieve. 

“Ya ya. Jus’ wanna see you hold all my load inside. Kinda hot”, he grinned.

You reach out with your grabby two hands and clench onto his short blond bob.

“Ow ow…whatcha doin’ that fer. Ease up”, he winced at the tug of his hair. 

“Just want to see how our future kid will look like”, you smiled and held up two little pigtails tightly between your fists. “Adorable”. 

“Ya really wanna girl?”

“No. But I know you do”. 

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Grimmjow x female reader

It was way past midnight when he finally arrived. 

Grimmjow was right. Aizen could sense the urgency and he wasn't going to let the Espada have his way. So he dragged the meeting longer than necessary and even had Grimmjow go on a little side mission to eat up his time.

Grimmjow tried to be quick. Unfortunately, time waits for no one. Neither does your precious egg. 

The window of opportunity was gone.

Grimmjow was not in a good mood when he stepped into your bedroom. You were already asleep. He could smell the faint scent of your sweet arousal still lingering in the air. He spotted your panties in a pile of unwashed clothes on the ground. He picked them up and brought them close to his face, giving them a deep inhale.

They were still warm and wet. Despite being in a grumpy mood, he was able to get himself hard from sniffing your panties. It was a filthy habit of his. And you encouraged it by purposefully leaving unwashed panties for him to discover. 

Once he had his fill, he dropped the panties to the side and walked around the bed. He watched you sleeping while curled up in a ball. You were out of the blankets because your body temperature was slightly elevated due to the hormonal shift. Even though he missed his chance, he still wanted to pound you hard. His cock was throbbing and there was still that lingering scent that captivated his senses. 

He sat beside you on the bed and grabbed your dominant hand by the wrist. He leaned forward and gave your fingers a quick lick. Well, the licking turned into sucking and soon you were wide awake with two fingers in his mouth.

“What the hell? What am I, your dinner?”, you asked, trying to pry your hand away before he did sink his fangs into them.

“Look who's talkin’. Had some fun without me?”, he narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip around your wrist.

“Hey! Not my fault I helped myself. You were taking so damn long and I was horny”, you explained without struggling. 

“Fuck. Blame that bastard Aizen”, he clenched his jaw and ground his teeth. He was beyond stressed.

You noticed his hard erection poking against the side of your thigh. 

“You found my little present?”, you asked, trying to ease his tension.

“Hell yeah! Fuck I almost came sniffing that shit. It's like a drug. So can we fuck?”

“Babe! Since when do you ask to fuck?”

And with that statement, he is already pulling your clothes off you.

“Right. Right. Dicks going in. Gonna fuck ya full and plug ya up until your next heat”, he grinned. He quickly pulled off his pants and settled between your legs, where he would dwell for the next few hours. 

You roll your eyes, feeling your insides stretch open to make space for his invading fat cock. Now if you told him your fingers didn't feel as good as him, how far will his ego bloat?

Thank you to everyone who loved my Soi Fon art. 🥹 Shinji is next. Sketch in progress. I’ve been busy with work, and I can’t wait to finally sit down and finish this. I will, for sure, move the eyes at least 200 more times before I’m content. 🤪

long-haired Shinji come back to meeeee

THE WIVES ARE GOING AT IT

The Last Petal

Shunsui x widow reader (Jushiro's wife)

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Warning and mental health TRIGGERS: Mention of alcohol, angst, reader was Jushiro’s wife, Shunsui taking advantage of vulnerable Reader, no explicit smut but mention of sleeping with Reader while she is confused, ptsd, concussion, confusion, denial, alcohol, alcoholism, despair, depression, mental health, grief, a sad cryptic ending.

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As we sit here under the dancing stars, sharing our last drink, promise me that you will take care of her. That is my last request, my friend. You owe me that much.    — Jushiro 

One month post-war.

You woke up, drenched in sweat and noticed a lumpy warm figure nuzzled beside you. You felt a heaviness in your chest. Although the dark, quiet room brought a sense of calm, the very darkness stirred your anxious soul.

Your husband laid still as if he was catching up on sleep. 

You had a dream. You dreamt of your husband finally breaking free of the curse that was his illness. The curse he never disclosed, even to his wife up until the peak moment of the war. The war that cost him his life and left you a widow. 

Yet, here he laid, on your bed as if the war was nothing but a nightmare, crafted from the trauma that continued to linger. While the dream you just had felt more real, the truth was, you had your realities confused. 

You press your head back down on the pillow, your mind numb and memories hazy. During the war, you had experienced a terrible blow to the head. A concussion that skewed all judgement— you could not think straight. Neither could he.

You closed your eyes, your head was spinning and your ears were ringing. That ringing had never left you, as if it echoed the screams of soldiers consumed by the war. 

From within those screams, a faint sound of snoring comes beside you. Your husband never was the one to snore. He suffered from chronic insomnia because of his illness and he never slept so peacefully. But now that he broke free from the curse, he could rest in peace.

You suffered from short-term memory loss and post-concussion syndrome. Every day felt like a dream as you walked around with a constant headache, tinnitus and tunnel vision. 

Your head was spinning and memories from last night were fragmented, like your heart. Even now, you couldn't tell if you were awake or dreaming. Your brain could not distinguish between the two.

Your body was sore but not because of the injuries you sustained from the war. You felt a warmth between your legs that spread upwards towards your core and up your chest, finally wrapping around your heart and giving it a firm squeeze. Panic was slowly brewing. You clench your chest as if you are grabbing for your racing heart, trying to rip it out of your chest as guilt slowly drains your vigour. Why was there guilt and this overwhelming sense of dread? You didn't do anything wrong. Did you?

With your heart thumping theatrically in your rib cage, you extend out your hand, hoping to feel your fingers glide through his silky but fragile strands of white hair. But alas, your hands grab onto coarse locks of messy loose curls. You could not see the colour because the room was dark. 

You did not need the light to notice the lack of radiance. Your husband's hair had a shine that grabbed you from the darkness and guided you towards the light. The hair you had grasped was dark, thick and dull— just like his heart.

You felt a wave of nausea surge through you like an unstoppable storm. You covered your mouth, finding it impossible to contain that involuntary gasp that stirred up the sleeping man beside you— the man who had claimed the space where your late husband once slept. 

“No! No! No!” came your trembling denial. 

Your brain came up with inexcusable excuses, a desperate desire to justify your current sleeping arrangement.

He must have decided to give me company last night after we visited the graves. Why was I at the cemetery? Whose grave was I visiting? Where is my husband, Jushiro? 

Shunsui sensed the turmoil that disturbed your grieving soul. He woke up, his eyelids heavy with sleep as not much sleep was granted last night. He had a few drinks to numb the sorrow and now his mind was buzzing from the aftermath. He also felt a wave of nausea which he quickly swallowed down as his pride was at stake.

He studied your face in the dark, his night vision a lot sharper than yours. He saw the dreadful shock etched across your face. He shuffled, slowly sitting up, revealing his bare chest glistening with night sweats. It was warm in your room. He was warm. But your husband was always cold. 

Although warm, a shocking chill ran through your sweaty body. The nausea still lingered but there was no rush to get to the nearest bathroom. You slowly grabbed the blanket and pulled it closer to your body and up to your neck. He sat still, his face calm—satisfied, unapologetic. However, he had to choose his words carefully. He understood he was treading on thin ice, and it wouldn’t take much to crack you.

“Good morning, Petal. You look restless. What disturbs your sleep? Another nightmare?” came his soothing but groggy whisper. 

Why did he have to speak? It made this dream all so real.

“Where is my husband?”, you asked, gathering more of the blanket around you to shield yourself.

“Oh my dear, you know where he is. We visited him last night”, he patiently reminded you. He kept a distance between you, hoping you would slowly recall last night's event, sparing him the need to explain his actions. 

“Why are you in my bed? I know this is a dream but still. Please get my husband. Ouch”, you whinced and grabbed your temples when a sharp pain pierced through your skull. These daily ice-pick headaches were relentless, never granting you a moment of ease.

Shunsui reached out with his hand to comfort you, a look of pity in his tired eyes, which even in the dark you could spot that familiar soft gaze. His fingertips barely grazed over the skin of your forearm that tightly clenched onto the blanket to preserve your dignity. You did not hesitate to smack his hand away. 

“My dear. You know exactly where your husband is. Please just settle down”. He tried to comfort your anxious mind but you pushed him away.

You refuse to face reality. “Can you just go”, you begged him with your eyes all the while fighting back tears. You couldn't stand being around him. Yet, you were the one who came to him seeking comfort. 

Shunsui wanted to ease your mind and make you aware that nothing happened last night. Emotions were high and after a couple of drinks, things would have progressed very quickly. Luckily, Shunsui couldn't get it up. And so a crisis was diverted all the while you sobbed in his chest, celebrating the one-month anniversary of the departure of your dear late husband. 

As soon as he opened his mouth to explain last night, you burst into tears. 

“Just get out!” you shouted when he made another attempt to comfort you. 

Shunsui stayed silent. He didn’t want to fracture you any more than you already were.

He got up and gathered his belongings off the floor. He headed towards the bathroom to quickly clean up while you sank back under the blankets, waiting for this nightmare to end.

——

Many of the survivors were reassigned to different squads to help maintain balance (both in power and numbers) within the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. Previously, you were in squad 10. Now you were under the direct watch of the Head Captain himself. He even promoted you so he could casually bump into you more often. Your well-being had concerned him. It had become an unhealthy obsession that even Nanao couldn't ignore.

“Give her some space. You are smothering her”, said the co-lieutenant while dropping a bunch of heavy registers on his desk.

“I can't let her drown in her sorrows”, he replied. While working on the grim task of going through the names of casualties so he could officially register them as deceased, he decided to replace his morning tea with alcohol. That had become his daily morning gloomy routine. 

“It seems the one drowning in sorrow is you”. Nanao didn't pity the man. She knew he was stronger than this. Alcohol was his way of grieving. But as the Head Captain, he did not have the luxury to grieve. 

“Take my advice”, Nanao paused for a second at the door before her departure. “Don't do anything that would have Captain Ukitake turn in his grave”.

Once Nanao left, he reached for a folded parchment that was tucked away neatly in his pants.

“Turn in his grave, you say? I think we are way past that now, Nanao”. 

——-

Later that day, you were spotted outside, sweeping away rubble from fallen buildings. A mindless task for you as you cannot focus on anything else meaningful. Not that cleaning up wasn't meaningful. Everyone had to pitch in and do at least 4 hours of manual labour every day to help restore Seireitei to its former glory. 

With each stroke of your wooden broom, your mind actively wanders to dark places. A pit of despair awaits you and you get pulled in towards the center. You try to scream but the void creates no sound. You are lost in the darkness of it all. Not a single light shines to guide your soul out of the darkness. And as all hope is lost, you notice a small pink flower petal fall towards you. You extend out your hand, trying to grab the single petal that so gracefully dances like a snowflake. And as you close your fist around it, you open your eyes and find yourself holding onto the pink kimono draped around his shoulders. 

“There she is. You had me worried there for a moment, princess. Are you alright?”

You glanced up at him with a glossy gaze, unsure what had transpired. One moment you were sweeping—then suddenly, you were swallowed by darkness.

You let go of his clothes and he grabbed the broom out of your hand. You had zoned out for a few minutes and were inattentively sweeping the same spot over and over again. 

“You shouldn't be doing any physical labour. That is why I gave you an officer’s position”, Shunsui said.

“Regardless of your position, you are still required to pitch in on the efforts to restore the Soul Society. Captains and Head Captains are also not exempt from this civil duty”, you explained, still shaken up from what you had experienced. 

“And the injured are exempt. That includes me”, he joked while pointing to his eye patch, although the man never needed any valid excuse to be lazy.

“I have no physical injuries”, you argued.

“Exactly. No physical injuries that we can see. But your heart is still injured”. He set the broom aside against a giant boulder and took a step towards you. His hand rested under your chin and he ran the padding of his thumb across your quivering bottom lip. “Let me personally tend to that wound”. 

Your body is frozen. His warm touch is comforting and you seek for more. You desperately want to cling to him so you don't fall back down into despair. 

Fortunately, no one was around to witness the shameless display of disloyalty— a betrayal by his best friend and his wife. It was only a matter of time before he captured your lips, your sweet soft lips that pulled him out of his own pit of despair. 

You had no willpower to push him away. Instead, you deepen the kiss by wrapping your arms around his neck to anchor him down. You did not want that petal to be picked up by the wind and blown away.

Both surrender to passion, searching desperately for solace. It is the familiarity that pushes you onwards. You are reminded of the day when you first met him. It was before you met your late husband, Jushiro. 

-flashback-

Once upon a time, a few centuries ago, you had gifted your heart to Shunsui. But then he introduced you to his best friend, Jushiro. Well, one look at the angel had you instantly fall in love. 

Unbeknownst to you, for years, Jushiro felt the guilt of stealing his best friend's woman. But Shunsui played it cool as if you were just another woman and a short fling. You thought the same, given his well-known reputation.

But the truth was, Shunsui never got past you. You stole his heart and shattered it the day you married his best friend. Given Shunsui's calm demeanour, he made it seem like it never bothered him. But Jushiro could see the pain he caused his friend. 

And that last night they spent together under the stars, the crickets played one last song as old friends reminisced over aged sake. Jushiro gave Shunsui a handwritten letter addressed to his wife and also returned the heart he had previously stolen. 

————

Shunsui hands you that letter. You recognize your husband's writing. It wrenches your heart, knowing this was the last message he had for you. 

My dear wife, 

I hope by the time you find this letter, you have finished mourning for me. 

For years, I have hidden this dark secret from my beloved, shielding her from the evil that plagues this world. But now, I can no longer offer her that protection.

And so, I pass on my duty to my dear old friend. But knowing him, he’s likely already made a mess of things. Forgive him, if you can—grace is not his strong suit and his reputation precedes him.

If you must hate anyone, hate me, the man who could not fulfill his duty to protect his wife. Bear no ill will to the man who only wishes to protect his delicate flower. The flower he once plucked but was selfishly stolen from within his tight grasp. He should have held onto that flower tighter. 

And now he shall.

Always keep me in your heart but never let it be a burden.

Your loving husband, 

— Jushiro 

You felt your heart slowly settling. Listening to your husband's poetic words in your head gives you a sense of calmness. But it also made his death more tangible. It was a reminder that he was truly gone from this world and his soul probably began its next journey ahead. 

You reach into your pocket and for a moment he foolishly thought you were about to hand him your house keys.

Instead, you present him with a letter of your own. He quietly reads the words that are not as poetic as your husband's and reopens unseen wounds from the past.

Nevertheless, he ignores the heartache and wears that familiar, deceitful smile. The same nonchalant smile that cost him his love once before.

“Is that what you want, petal?” he confirmed once he read through the letter twice. 

“Yes”. You stood firm in your decision, unmoved by his earlier attempts to charm you.

“Very well. I'll see through it immediately”. 

Your request to be reassigned to your previous squad was approved. 

What you requested was distance and time away from him— both necessary to heal your heart and soul.

But at what cost?

The pink flower, whose delicate petals once saved you from despair, refused to blossom once more. And thus, with time, the flower slowly withers away, leaving wilted grey petals along its path.

This is a part II to this fic. Without further ado...GIRLDAD!Shinji !!!!

A special shout out to @villainsrtasty for the pigtail's idea!

With your daughter taking up space in your home now, your son was going through a clingy phase, making grabby hands and whining for you constantly, desperate to be the baby again. In the past, Shinji would pout and grumble something about your son favoring you over him, complaining that he was such a "momma's boy," and that he was basically chopped liver in comparison, but now that your daughter had been born, she kept Shinji's hands full. He hardly had time to complain about your son's neediness when your daughter was all over him every waking hour, and he loved every second of it.

It was obvious from the beginning that she was meant to have a special relationship with your husband, the daughter he so badly wanted, and now she was here. In a room full of people, her little eyes would dart about, searching for him, a smile spreading on her face only when she found him. She clung to him the same way your son did to you, curling the fabric of his clothes in her tiny fingers or plopping down in his lap with a book in hand, a silent command that he read to her. Shinji did any and everything she requested of him. It made you proud, the way she had him wrapped around her little finger. She hadn't even been able to talk yet and he still always understood exactly what she wanted and got it to her without hesitation, better than even you could. She was so young, so new to the world, and already spoiled, sure to be trouble the older she got. 

There was also Shinji’s protectiveness, and a new special kind that developed, reserved for her and her only. Jokingly, or maybe not so jokingly, when another baby boy shared toys with her and she followed him everywhere he went, Shinji lectured her on the way home, as if she could understand. “No, no boyfriends. Yer mine for life.”

“What do you mean?” You’d tease him. “That’s my little heartbreaker. Her and I are gonna get all done up and go out clubbing when she’s old enough. She’s going to be my party girl partner in crime…”

“No way!” He’d whine. “The both of ya stay home with me. The day some slimeball gets to her and tries to take advantage of my baby girl...” He didn’t need to finish his thought, the hint of the threat in his narrowed eyes. 

“So when some idiot’s approaching her with some corny ass pickup line…?” You side-eyed him, also with no need to finish the thought. 

“If he’s as handsome and charismatic as me, then maybe I’ll consider letting it slide.” He grinned smugly.

On one of the better nights, your son was napping upstairs, and your daughter was wound for sound, giggling wildly as she made attempts to pull your husband's blonde hair into pigtails. The more he made noises of protests and "ouch!"'s, the more amusing she found it. Though it was at the expense of his comfort, her laughter was one of the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard, and you were sure he agreed, hence why he endured the pain. You seared the sound into your brain, pulling your phone out to capture a short video of the moment to keep forever, smiling distantly as you watched her tangle her hands into his bangs. 

"She's kind of hurting me," he chuckled to you. You tucked your phone away and moved to grab her, with other ideas to keep her entertained, but he put a hand up to stop you, looking appalled that you would even think to take her from him. "Not so fast. She thinks it's funny."

You laughed and shook your head, watching as only moments later she tugged on his blonde tufts so hard she jerked his head down. You intervened despite the fact that he'd let her rip his hair out if she so desired. You weren't sure what it was about your husband that made him have such a history of getting beat on by small girls, snickering to yourself as you thought of how funny Hiyori would find your daughter’s antics. 

She tried to pry your hands off of her hips as you pulled her away, but you held tight, pulling her into your chest. "You like hurting Daddy, do you?" You asked her, tickling her stomach and making her giggle again, squirming in your hold.

Meanwhile, Shinji had busied himself with pulling his hair into the ponytails she wanted to see, excitedly showing her the two small sprouts of blonde on the sides of his head when he was done. "You want matching ones, girly?" He offered her, ignoring your teasing giggles as you admired his silly appearance. Anything for his girl. 

She squealed and laughed and climbed into his lap eagerly, turning her little head this way and that as she impatiently awaited for him to style her hair. He gently combed it away from her face with his fingers and gathered what he could into two little pigtails. They were tiny, her hair barely fitting into them, but it was only a matter of time until it'd be longer, and you were certain Shinji would be fashioning it into unique styles for her every day. 

She curiously reached for her head to feel for her father's creation, only to yank them out, grinning proudly and looking for her father's adverse reaction. 

Shinji sighed. "Brat." 

He couldn’t stay mad at her for long, an affectionate smile spreading on his lips, gathering her in his arms and pulling her tightly into his chest, tickling her the way you had moments earlier. Even as her flailing arms and legs delivered blows to his body, he remained unfazed, peppering her tiny head and face with loud, dramatic smooches. It was obvious to anyone, but to you most of all, how in love he was. It made you snort, his pigtails and his clinginess and his doting, how someone so dangerous and deadly could also be the goofiest and the softest. It made your heart swell too, the father of your children, and what an amazing father he was. 

On one of the not-so-good nights, it was still evident to you how much and how hard he loved his girls. Sickness frequently paid a visit to your household with the two little germs running rampant, and a particularly vicious flu had struck when Shinji was at his busiest. He managed to avoid the plague, gone for long hours due to the demands of the Soul Society, and you were left to bear the brunt of it. Just as your son’s condition was starting to improve, the virus invaded yours and your daughter’s systems at the same time. 

Feeling deathly ill and weaker than ever, you had no choice but to rise from your bed, to fend off the nausea and fight through the fever and chills to take care of your daughter who was suffering just the same, all while handling your son as well. As a mother, you had learned to make sacrifices for your children’s wellbeing and had grown accustomed to it, but this challenged and broke you down in a way you hadn’t experienced before. It got worse before it got better, and you had no idea how you were managing, sleepwalking through each moment. You couldn’t eat, could hardly sleep, and were constantly on the verge of vomiting and/or collapsing, but you were forced to soldier through it for them, hiding from Shinji just how sick you were knowing that he had his own matters to handle.

He hadn’t returned home until late that night when your daughter was crying incessantly, the poor thing tortured by a slew of symptoms that seemed to not want to go away despite your many remedies, and you were trying but failing not to cry with her. 

Her tiny, fragile body in so much pain, she went back and forth between pushing you away from her and grabbing onto you, wanting to be cuddled, but frustrated that it was not solving all of her problems. Snot and tears shined on her face as she wept intensely. You had become hopeless, sharing both her physical and emotional pain. Shivering, wrapping around her tightly, you sobbed with her, telling her that you were sorry and pressing your lips to her burning forehead. 

If you could, you would take all of her heat, all of her chills, all of her upset stomach, and all of her boogers, even if it meant doubling your own suffering. You’d do it just so you didn’t have to hear the heartbreaking sound of her anguish, of your failure to help her. But alas, you were just as beaten down as her, and simultaneously wishing that you could be her size and her age again, crawling into someone’s lap and having them hold and comfort you and tell you that it would all be okay again soon. 

Shinji walked in on the two of you in hysterics, your son playing with toys nearby, watching the scene unfold from a place of innocent curiosity. Your daughter was wailing so hard, she hadn’t even noticed that her savior had returned. With a deep frown, your husband instantly took her from you, and she melted into him, tucking her runny nose into his robes as he caressed her hair and back, shushing her and cooing to her and rocking her to sleep. 

On cue, your son stumbled over to you, getting into your lap now that your hands were free. You snuggled him into you desperately, your sweet little guy, subduing your sobs so that your sick daughter could have peace. Shinji threw you a concerned look as he did everything he could to console your daughter, not stopping until she was drifting off in his protective embrace, just the medicine she needed.

When there were tiny snores escaping her stuffy nose, he disappeared to ease her into her crib, returning quickly to remedy you next. Your son didn’t make much of a fuss when Shinji pulled him from you, knowing that his mother wasn’t herself right now. Your husband reached for your forehead, brows furrowing as he felt the immense heat radiating from your skin, though he didn’t need to confirm your fever to clock that you were ill. The sight of your pale skin, glassy eyes, and hunched, shaky body were evidence enough. 

“Why didn’t ya call me?” He asked softly, wiping stray tears from your cheeks. In his lap, your son observed, his large round eyes looking up at you as if he wanted an answer too. 

“I didn’t want you to worry,” your voice broke. “I thought I could handle it on my own, but I feel so bad, Shinji.” Tears threatened to spill again, and you didn’t hesitate to curl into his free arm, just as clingy and needy as your daughter had been. “I can’t do this.”

“If I had known you were this sick, I never would have left ya here alone with them,” he said sternly. “You need to rest, sweetheart.”

“Don’t cry, Ma Ma,” your son chimed in. 

It tore through your heart. You reached for him, hugging Shinji with him sandwiched in between. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m okay.”

“Come on.” Your husband gently tugged the back of your shirt before rising, pulling you up with him while he balanced his son in one arm. “Let’s get ya to bed too.”

“But-” you started to protest, throwing your son a worried glance. 

“No buts,” Shinji interjected. “We need a guys night anyway.” He looked towards his son, managing half a grin before placing a hand on your lower back, gently nudging you forward. “C’mon.”

After letting him feed you medicine and tuck you in, the last thing you saw before entering a night full of broken sleep, strange dreams, and fevered hallucinations was your husband’s fleeting silhouette, your son on his hip. You never fully woke, but throughout the night, Shinji was in and out of your bed, sometimes with your son, sometimes with your daughter, sometimes with both. When your eyes peeled open again, early in the morning before the sun had even risen, all three of them were tangled in the sheets, your son nuzzled into your chest, and your daughter on the other side of him, poking Shinji awake. 

You jolted upwards at the sight of his sleeping figure, head spinning, sweat clinging to every part of your body, your mind not quite all there at this hour. Your poor son jerked awake at your side, the whole room coming back to consciousness at once.

“Aren’t you late?!” You gasped at your husband. 

“What?” He asked groggily, turning onto his side and wrapping an arm around his daughter in one swift motion. She laughed at him, clearly in higher spirits than she was last night, as he squinted at you.

“For work,” you fretted. “Don’t you need to be at the barracks?”

 “Momo’s gonna take care of things,” he informed you hoarsely, letting his eyes flutter closed again. “I’m staying here today.”

“Oh.” You sunk back down into bed as your son clawed at you, trying to pull you back into your previous position, though you thought there was no way you were going to get back to sleep now, not with how sweaty you were.

“How are ya feeling?” Shinji asked you as his daughter crawled around, attempting to play peekaboo with the blankets. “Cause’ this one seems to be doing better…” He nodded towards her with a lazy smile.

“Better.” You wiped your forehead. “Seems like my fever broke, at least for now.”

“Mmm, that’s good,” he hummed. “My poor girls.” He pouted, launching into a rant. “I’m so sad. Her nose is so stuffy.” He looked to his daughter, his fingers cradling her head. “Do you know how annoying a stuffy nose is? And my baby has to have one? This world can be so cruel!”

“You’re gonna get it next,” you huffed a laugh at his dramatics. “All cozy with her snot all over you.” 

“Nah, I don’t get sick,” he assured with a smirk.

“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes. “We’ll see.”

“Don’t care,” he grumbled. “It’s worth it. I’d do anything for her,” he said seriously.

“I know you would,” you cooed, mindlessly finding your son’s back to rub soothing circles into.

Knowing that Shinji was back now, and you were safe, that you weren’t alone in this, it made your body soften with content, falling back into a drowsy state. Without realizing it, as you soothed your son, you were self-soothing too. With the four of you pressed together soundly, you could relax. You could take care of your little family and allow yourself to be taken care of too.

“Thank you,” you mumbled to your husband as your eyes fell shut again. “For taking care of us, for taking care of me. Thank you for staying.”

He responded, “I love you,” in an explanatory tone, in a way that said I need no thanks, I’m not doing this for thanks. His words from earlier pierced through your head again, “I’d do anything for her.” 

You drifted off again with a smile on your lips, no more strange nightmares to be had when you were surrounded by so much love. “I love you too, Daddy.”

Of course, Shinji did eventually end up getting sick. There was no way of avoiding it, not with how he was glued to you and your daughter until the both of you got better. 

You took care of him with the same tenderness he had, nursing him back to health as you continued to juggle your children with your energy somewhat restored. Your daughter, his little best friend, knew there was something wrong with her father, and as he spent most of the day in bed, she was there with him, snuggling into his chest or pressing a cold cloth to his head with no idea what she was doing but watching you do the same, so it must have been something helpful. She even offered him her comfort stuffed animal, a serious token of affection as she wouldn’t ever allow anyone else to have it. Shinji accepted it graciously, cuddling it tightly when she wasn’t there. You snapped a sneaky picture of him sound asleep, the stuffed creature tucked under his arm, and made it your new home screen wallpaper, your babies already taking up your lock screen. Now you had the whole collection.

When he was better again, heading back to resume his duties as a Captain, your daughter wailed after him, crying for her “Dada,” having been spoiled to have his presence around so much. He himself seemed to be on the verge of tears, apologizing profusely and promising his sweetheart that he’d be back again for her later. You tried to tell her that you’d still be around, but she didn’t seem interested.

You shared an exasperated look with him, knowing that you were going to have to deal with her crying and missing him until she was distracted by something else. “Who’s chopped liver now?” You laughed.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “She’s a Daddy’s girl.”

Indeed, she was, and you knew deep down that there was no other way for your little family to be. 

Tags: @tomitsulikeslemons @eleftheria93

Gonna be bringing a lot of Shinji content to the Bleach fandom soon 🙌🏻♥️ this was a very basic sketch and color! I’m excited for the anime to continue in 2021!

Art by me

my boyfriend 😭 <3

How Hirako Shinji would act towards his significant other/lover headcannons

TW: slightly suggestive, teasing, protectiveness, very slight nsfw

Summary: Shinji would be that partner who annoys you just enough to keep things interesting but always makes sure you know you’re loved

A/N: I'm slightly bummed out that not only did this draft not save the first time, making me lose all my progress, but I had to type everything again from memory. Hopefully, I wrote everything like last time. Hope you all enjoy this one cause I had fun with it despite the problems.

Teasing & Playful Banter: Loves to joke around and poke fun at his partner, often in a mischievous but affectionate way.

Calls his S/O silly nicknames just to get a funny or cute reaction from them. He really lives for their reactions. “Oi, shorty, need me to carry you?” (Even if they’re tall.)

Playfully pretends to forget important dates, then surprises them with a gift at the last moment.

Flirtatious & Cheeky: Shamelessly flirts with them, using his signature smirk and smooth talk.

Casually leans in way too close just to see them flustered. “Oh? Are ya blushin’? How cute~”

Winks at them even in completely inappropriate situations, like during a serious mission.

Groping them in areas to get a reaction is also one of his favourite things to do

Whispers nonsense in their ear just to make them flustered like, “Ever wonder why bananas are curved?”

Observant & Attentive: Notices small details about his partner and subtly takes care of them without making a big deal about it. He's just trying to be nonchalant.

Notices when they’re feeling down and, instead of asking, just casually hands them their favorite snack.

A happy s/o, a happy life.

Adjusts their scarf or fixes their clothes absentmindedly, acting like it’s no big deal. Both fashion icons

If they’re struggling with something, he subtly helps without making a fuss. “Oh, this? Nah, I was just bored, so I finished it for ya.”

Protective (In His Own Way): Acts nonchalant, but if someone threatens his partner, he becomes deadly serious.

If someone’s bothering them, he steps in with an unsettlingly calm smile. “Hey now, ya wouldn’t wanna make me mad, would ya?”

During a fight, he plays it cool but positions himself between them and danger.

Doesn't let them go on dangerous expeditions, instead he keeps them nearby in his office.

Laughs off threats against himself but gets serious the second his S/O is involved.

Laid-back but Loyal: Seems easygoing, but he’s completely devoted and would never betray their trust.

Acts like he doesn’t care when they complain about something but will 100% remember and fix the issue behind the scenes.

If someone flirts with him, he just smirks and says, “Sorry, I’ve already got someone way cuter."

He boasts about them very often to the point its just a reflex. He really lives them.

Never brags about his loyalty, he just proves it through his actions.

His actions speaks way louder than his words.

Casual PDA: Not overly affectionate in public, but will casually drape an arm over them or ruffle their hair.

Throws an arm around their shoulders without thinking. “Oi, don’t walk so fast. Yer leavin’ me behind.”

Flicks their forehead when they’re being “too serious.” or Casually links pinkies with them when no one’s looking.

Isn't a fan of hard-core PDA and would rather do so in the comforts of his or their chambers.

Comforting in a Unique Way: Instead of straightforward comfort, he’ll lighten the mood with jokes but will listen if they really need to talk.

If they’re crying, instead of saying something serious, he makes a ridiculous face to make them laugh.

He will divert the topic or straight out say something out of pocket that is bound to make you laugh.

After a tough day, he’ll sit next to them and say, “Well, that sucked. Wanna go get food?”

If they open up about something painful, he listens quietly, then says, “Yer stronger than ya think, y’know?”

Secretly Romantic: Occasionally surprises them with unexpectedly sweet gestures when they least expect it.

Shows up at their place randomly with their favorite food but acts like it’s no big deal. “Oh, this? Nah, I was just passin’ by.”

Leaves little notes hidden in their stuff with dumb jokes or surprisingly sweet messages.

Plans something thoughtful but plays it off casually. “Oh, look at that, I accidentally got us reservations at yer favorite place.” or "yer gonna join me? I got us some popcorn and that movie you've always wanted to see"

Respects Their Independence: Doesn’t smother them, but always has their back when they need him.

Doesn’t hover but always makes sure they know he’s there if they need him.

If they need space, he gives it without question but leaves them a silly message: “Don’t miss me too much~”

Never forces them to rely on him but quietly supports them when they do.

Don't completely abandon him now.

Acts Aloof but Cares Deeply: Might pretend he’s not worried, but his actions show he truly cares.

If they’re sick, he acts like it’s annoying but suddenly has soup, medicine, and a warm blanket ready. He also won't leave their side until they get better.(Results in him getting sick too)

If they get injured in battle, he jokes, “Tch, ya just wanted me to carry ya, didn’t ya?” while fussing over them.

When they accomplish something big, he teases, “Eh, I knew ya could do it. Just took ya long enough.”

A/n: Finally it's done!! REQUESTS ARE OPEN ❤️

4 O’ Clock: Hot ‘n Cold (Grimmjow x Reader) 18+ NSFW

AN: So, something was calling me to write a grimmjow fic and yk what? If grimmy wants to get down in the middle of a cold winter morning, why tf not! 👊 I’m down. I wanna hear him mumble, whisper and groan in my ears lol. Wouldn’t you? Ok bye. 😭 Ps. Sorry for the long ass fucking wait - I’m a little rusty ahhh.

Synopsis: it’s a cold Winter morning and Grimmjow just feels like snuggling with you in between your legs bed.

*Pics are from Pinterest!

WARNING: GRAMMAR, pacing, mellowed out tybw grimmy, smut, dominant panther, quiet lazy sex but leads to a bit rough sex because it’s grimmjow, nipple play, foreplay, spooning cuddles, fondling your biscuits, kissing, cowgirl-humping, wet…squirting, more squirting, multiple orgasms, penetration, doggy style. And more! 🤓

Take your time reading due to pacing and dive into the story! 💙

4 AM

The howling winds of winter cried out around the house. It sounded like werewolves singing in melody as the snow fell down like rain drops. The inside of the house was barely bright,the beauty of the white snow piercing the long curtains all around the house — in the hallways and rooms. The aging radiator was still fighting to keep the house warm. It whistled, it blew off steam while the cold eerie winds blew over the sky.

It helped you sleep better at night.

…Crrreak…

…crrreak…crrreak…

The wooden floors groaned quietly as someone walked across it in the upstairs hallway. The tall silhouette had just teleported into the hallway and walked steadily toward your shared bedroom. He was met with your presence, sleeping soundly in the bed with a thick blanket nestling your shoulders. His sharp blue eyes observed your form that was so delicate, seeking warmth in the already warm room.

It’s too fucking hot in here. He thought to himself. But he did leave you alone for a while he took a stroll around the neighborhood - during a blizzard. You never knew where he went or when he’d come back home from his random walks. You never liked being alone in your bed. His blue eyes glowered in your direction when you pulled the blanket over your head as the sound from the old heater started clicking in his ears, ultimately making him tread towards you.

He took off his t-shirt and threw it across the room as he walked to his side of the bed. Slowly, he lifted the covers and his body gently dipped into the bed and carefully wriggled over to your side as the sheets shuffled under his feet. His chest pressed against your back and his legs hooked behind your own, he had you secured with ease. You shifted a bit to the newfound feeling and outstretched your neck. He quickly dipped his face into the small space, warming his nose and breathing in your flowery scent. A low groan came from his throat, piquing your ears as he rubbed his face against your flushed skin. But you remained asleep.

A few minutes passed by and the two of you wallowed in each other’s warmth. His arm was bent under your breasts, cupping your them underneath the satiny material. A soft, quiet huff brushed your skin, stirring you from your sleep. “Mm.” You started gathering yourself; the blue panther felt like a furnace next to your body.

Too hot…

“Mm.” You hummed again, shifting in his embrace and pulled the covers off your shoulder.

A high pitched whine from the old radiator was whistling in the air. You reveled in the way his chest risen and fell against your back, making you blush in his grip. Your fingers slithered down to his forearm that was securing your breasts from underneath, and you brushed the smooth skin lazily. His brows furrowed to the feathery sensations of your fingertips grazing against his skin. His arm flexed a bit, squeezing the two flesh more, telling you that he’s enjoying it.

He pulled away from your neck and started planting soft kisses on your shoulder slowly. It was warm, followed by a wet sensation. The languid pace stirred your senses. Soon after, he shifted behind you, leaning closer to you to kiss your neck. His nose rubbed your soft skin as he marked you with soft wet kisses. “Mm.” Your pulse was fluttering when he kissed your favorite spot. The soft wet pops of his lips rang in your ear as he did, making you press the side of your face to the pillow while your cheeks were getting warmer. Your lips were tucking in as his warm weight was slowly pressing your body into the bed while he focused on his task. Marking you as his, like always. You always surrender to his cuddles — even at random times.

You didn’t even realize that you were leaning back into his chest and how outstretched your neck was until his bangs were brushing underneath your chin. He way too into your neck. “Unh…” you sighed softly, heeding his soft lips pressing against your fluttering neck. “Mn.” You bit your bottom lip. You soft gasps made him apply some more of his weight on your back. “Ha..!” You gasped, pressing your ass against his groin when your pulse suddenly palpitates swiftly, violently sending you goosebumps.

A smirk crept from his lips when you shivered after the fact. He pulled back and untucked his arm underneath your breasts. You already knew your neck was purple from his ministrations. Suddenly, you felt his fingers pull the top of your dress down, slowly revealing your round plush tit hidden beneath the satiny material. A subtle groan came from his throat as he eyed the soft flesh. Your eyes remained closed while he gently hooked the top underneath it, securing it in place.

Suddenly, your senses sparked immediately when his firm hand cupped the soft fat gently. It was hot and brawny against your skin, making your blush hard while he fondled it tenderly. A low hum sounded from your lips from the burning sensation that it made him smirk.

Look at you…, he thought.

He squeezed it gently as if it was a stress ball.

He watched you twitching as he squeezes the round breast delicately. “M-mm.” You twitched again when he switched to stroking the flesh with his fingertips in circles. “A-ah~” he stared down at your quivering form as he did before focusing his finger on the pebbled flesh — your nipple. Your soft whimpers filled the air as the winter breeze howled out from the sky. “Grim~” you whispered, relishing the calloused pad circling the plump nipple lightly. It sent shocks all over your body, pushing your back against his chest as you basked in his lazy strokes. Your fingers slid up to the back of his hand as he did and you shivered in his warm embrace. Slowly, softly and gently…making you squeeze your legs together under the blanket. “M-mm..!” You managed to look down at his finger while you couldn’t stop twitching. It’s true that you have very sensitive nipples. One touch of his fingers and your senses are stirred. Your hazy eyes watched as he stroked it in lazy circles.

The violent howling winter winds mixed with your gratifying sighs filled his ears. it was hard as a rock against his finger. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the erect flesh. “Oh~” he sucked it with a wet pop before pulling back and spreading its wetness around his fingertip. He leaned over again and started flicking it with his crafty tongue, earning a quivering sigh from you as his bangs brushes your skin.

He expertly lifted his head up and kissed your lips before muttering, “come here.”

Without hesitation, the sheets shifted below your feet as you turned to face him and he laid down on his back. The bed groaned as he helped you shift your body on-top of his, straddling him under the duvet. His legs spread out a bit to feel your warmth above his cock. You felt his bulge poking through his boxers. Your fingers lifted the straps off your shoulders and your gown puddled your hips. His sharp eyes glowered as he stared at your big nipples. Always hard and suck-able. They felt cold in the air since the heater had been off for a few minutes. His fingers slithered up to your back, encouraging you to lean forward. “Mm.” You rubbed them across his chest slowly, making your pussy flutter. “Hmph.” He huffed as he watched your task, getting goosebumps every time your nipples brushed his own. “Mm.” You hummed softly as your soft lips wrapped around his and kissed him.

Slow and soft kisses echoed in the air in the dim winter morning. The skies were getting a bit brighter, piercing through the curtains as the two of you wallowed in each other’s warmth. His head was gently pressed in the pillow as he matched your languid pace. The bustling winds whistled through the sky - ringing yours and his ears while both lips smacked against each other softly. He hooked his fingers to the back of your thighs and pulled them up more to relish your sweet warmth. “M-mm.” You shivered when his calloused hands began stroking the back of your legs, steadily. “U-unh~” you shivered again, your pussy fluttering and your toes spreading out from the prickly sensations. Your trembling lips enveloped his again as he did, your pussy sadly clenching on nothing before he kneaded them.

His warm exhales flared through his nose, brushing your face while you kissed him softly. “Mm…!” You quivered, furrowing your brows as you focused on his soft fingers treading up to your soft round ass cheeks dangerously slow. “Mmm~” his fingers strokes the curves of your ass as he enveloped your trembling lips effortlessly. “Ha…ha…” you broke the kiss, gasping softly from tender touches. You threw your head back, shivering every time he teased you by prods your wet entrance almost playfully before switching to grabbing both cheeks just to stir you up more. “A-ah~” his fingertips brushed your folds, quickly switching between grabbing your ass gently and stroking your pussy teasingly - back to back.

So wet…he thought, feeling your oozing warmth cover his fingers every time he lightly thrummed your flesh.

Just one more swipe and you knew you were going to cum…

However…

His warm calloused hands slid up to your waist and pulled you down to his hips. “Ugh…” you shivered when you felt you his girth get sandwiched between your plump pussy. the sheets shifted around you as you were getting comfortable in this position. His firm grip resting on your hips as you seated yourself more properly on it, resulting in making your clit throb against the hidden warm source. “Good girl.” He muttered and slid his feet up, grounding himself to feel more of your sweet warmth. “M-mrrm~” you purred when he began rolling his hips up to your heat slowly. “Unh~” you sighed softly, gently bucking your ass down to his girth in the same rhythm. “Mmmm~”A low throaty moan from him made your pulsate. “Such a warm pussy, baby.” He whispered gravelly while he thrusted lazily. Your cheeks started to feel hotter as his praises came out like growls, sending you butterflies in your stomach. “Unh~” you breathed out, humping it steadily each time he rolled his hips up. “That’s it..”His crafty fingers slid up your waist to cup your soft tits. He looked down at his task, the murky room helping him see your puffy pussy lodging his cock.

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5 AM

“Ahhh…” he sighed, followed by a low hiss.

*smack* he slapped your ass gently.

“Uuugh…” he pushed his head back into the pillow as his body bounced from the bed steadily.

The cold winter winds whistled all around the house while The bed springs squeaked steadily from his meek thrusts - poking your needy pussy. “Fffuck…” he whispered venomously, eyeing your pussy as he listened the filthy squelching sounds coming from in between your legs. “Mmm…” The sounds of his satisfying hums mixed with the steady squeaky surface filled your ears.

*Creak*

*Creak*

*Creak*

“Ah~” Your plump tits were bouncing in his peripheral. “Unh~” you sighed softly, pulsating as his warm, hidden cock rutted up to your wet pussy.

“Mm~.” You arched your back deeply from a particular thrust and leaned down slowly to kiss him. Your lips smacked against his lovingly, ringing in the dim lit room as he humped you gently. “M-mm~.” The smooches were so clear as he anchored you in his calloused hands, warm and firm while your body was jiggling to his gentle thrusts. Eventually, you leaned back. Your cheeks were starting to feel hot as you listened to your sloppy arousal slapping on his underwear, making you feel more putty in your legs. “Mm~” your trembling lips pulled in, pulsating from the feathery sensations. You couldn’t see it but grimmjow stared hard at the thick strings of your arousal slobbering the fabric, soaking his aching cock every time you met his thrusts. It felt so lewd when you smothered your throbbing pussy on your own mess.

The two of you were on cloud nine.

“U-uh~” your eyes didn’t miss it when his hand shift in between your legs and quickly pull his cock out. He wrapped his fingers around the thick length and rested it against your warm puffy pussy. “Rub on it.” He muttered half sternly, feeling how warm your flesh felt against the aching head.

Slowly, you began to circling your hips, spreading your plush petals out as the tip seamlessly founded its way in between your puffy folds. “Unh~” your hips twirled around the tip lightly, smothering it with your glistening prurience. “That’s it…” He whispered and sighed, looking up at you as his hands slid back up to your waist. “Ahh…” his eyes rolled back several times as you did. He looked half drunk. “Yeah…” his chest heaved from your sweet warmth. “Ugh..” A warm knot was beginning to form in his stomach. “A-ah…” you shivered at another gratifying moan, circling your pussy around the head as his fingers gripped your hips deeply. “So fucking warm.” He gritted his teeth, revealing his sharp canines. “Mm~” he emphasized when he started rolling his hips up languidly. “Unh~”. A soft sigh left your trembling lips as the tip bumped your pulsating clit. It felt so warm and wet against your slit. Ultimately making you clench on nothing, painfully.

His whispers of sweet nothings filled the air as the cold winter winds around the neighborhood.

“So…” he glared at you, he grounded his hips for more of that sweet sweet friction. Your dainty fingers suddenly gripped the sheet on either side of his head as you humped it greedily, making your pussy clench excitedly. “yeah…like that…rub it on my cock.” his mouth widened slightly, pressing his digits into your skin as it had gotten too good. “Ugh…ssss.”He pushed his feet in and breathed out heavily, feeling you slobber the tip thickly as his body bounced slightly on the bed. “Yeah…YEAH! ” he growled half loudly, grounding his hips in the bed from the perfect amount of frictions. The glazing tip felt like a sloppy lollipop. “Mmm~” He licked his lips and rubbed the tip against your entrance greedily, earning a whimper from you. “You want this, baby?” He whispered hotly, grinning heinously. You nodded shyly and listened to his drawled sigh as you slowly sunk on his thick length. “Hehe…” he watched his cock disappear. “ So warm all around me, baby.” His abs pushed in deeply from how tight you feel. Soon after, his sharp blue eyes flickered up to yours violently and he started slamming his hips up feverishly. “U-ugh!” You cried out messily, gripping the sheets for balance.

The rough skins slapping rang rapidly in the air as the bed creaked beneath him. “Unh! U-ugh!” You gasped, trying hard not to be loud at his pace as you held on for dear life. Your low choked up cries and messy breathing encouraged him to go faster. “G-grim..!” His fingers were deep in your skin. You were a complete jiggling mess. “M-mm-mm!” You moaned messily as the mattress squeaked incessantly. He shoved his cock in just the way you like it. Greedy. You felt so warm in between your legs; you didn’t realize you were leaking so much of your arousal onto him as he rutted into your sobbing cunt - Drizzling down his sack.

He felt so so good.

The wet sloppy become sounds clear. “Ugh..!” He groaned shakily, relishing the perfect frictions as his thighs slapped against the back of yours - wet and hard.

“Ssss...ahhhhh…” he sighed hotly in the murky room, heeding your sloppy pussy as he thrusted roughly. “Ah-ahhh~” you sighed shakily, your pussy feeling stretched and filled so well rapidly.

“That’s it …take it.” He panted in a whisper as he anchored you by your hips.

Yours and his silhouettes blended in the early morning darkness; the early signs of morning peaking through the curtains. If he goes on like this for another two minutes, you were going to cum. A messy one.

Suddenly, he stopped. Your glassy eyes looked at him, slightly pouting. You whined lowly.

“Grim-“

“Get on your knees.” He interrupted.

The sheets shifted under yours and his feet. Your gown met the floor along with his boxers. Your breasts met the warm sheets thanks to his body heat. You stared down at the messy sheets, your arms standing like pillars as the male shifted behind you. His calloused fingers slid down your hips and pulled you back slightly. “Unh~” your head lifted up when he started rubbing the tip up and down in between your folds. “U-Unh~” you shivered, spreading your knees out a bit more, digging them into the bed from the sensations. “Ugh…” he groaned, relishing the way the tip was grazing your warm entrance. You were clenching for him to fill you up already. “Unh…” he sighed, throwing his head back as he slowly pushed into you. Your fingers curled into the blanket from the familiar stretch, giving you butterflies in your tummy. “Mmm~” he hummed and started bucking his hips slowly.

He rocked his hips slowly, weakening your legs in seconds.

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*Clap..clap…clap..!*

His hips slapped against your ass steadily. “Unh~” Your quivering form felt so putty as he bucked his hips against you your ass, forming a coiling knot in your tummy. “M-mm~” You reveled in his firm hands gripping your hips pulling you back. “Ahhh…fuck.” You shivered at his breathless moans, making you wetter. “Ahhh…ssss...” His head fell back from the sweet friction.

Your mind was hazy, bobbing messily to his controlled thrusts “Unh~” you pussy pulsated his thrusts, constantly poking your g-spot without fail. “Mm.” You managed to look back at his pelvis, deep lines complimenting his rutting hips. “Ah~” you arched your back and threw your ass back at him expertly. “Ah~” you sighed softly again, savoring the veins around his thick shaft stroking deeply into your gummy walls - every. single. time. “Hehehe…” he looked down, watching your jiggling ass slapping against his hips tenderly.“That’s it throw it back to me..nice and slow baby.” He whispered following a moan as he shoved it in with some force every time you did.

*smack!*

“Unh~” your walls trembled from the contact, earning a shaky groan from the blue haired male. Your cheeks grew hotter hearing those breathless moans. “Mmm~” he hummed, looking down and smirking, reluctantly stopping his hips. He pressed his hand down to your back, making your tits touch the soft sheets. “Mm.” You whined against the pillow when as he leaned forward, applying some of his weight onto your lower back. “There…Good.” He sneered at you like you were in bitch in heat. Respectfully.

Your soft pants filled his mind, anticipating his next move as he slowly thrusted in and out of your core. Before you knew it, he began slamming into you quickly. “M-mm!” You groaned heavily, pressing the side of your face pressed into the pillow. “A-ahhh.” He sighed heavily, your fingers gripping the sheets roughly for some control. “Ssss! Agh fuck!” He whispered thickly, ramming his hips roughly against your own.

The bed shook violently as he thrusted greedily into your tight pussy.

His hot breathed brushed your glistening back as you were rocking in the bed messily. “U-Unh!” Your quivering breaths came out messily as you savored his deep controlled thrusts stroking you so well. “Unh~!” He pressed his hand down more on your back, pushing your aching knees into the bed deeply for a much deeper arch. “Ugh!” He couldn’t help it - your pussy felt so fucking good.

Tight, warm and quivering. Just how he likes it.

“Ahh. Fuck.” He breathed out heavily, watching his bucking hips with full attention. “Mmm~” he hummed, quickly switching to resting his hands on either side of your head like pillars.

*Clap!clap!Clap! Clap!* He increased his pace.

“Ahhhhh~” You were a quivering mess below him, sighing so gratifyingly against the pillow whilst drooling. “Oh gri-m-myy~” your back and knees were aching painfully but it quickly subsided everytime he slid it back inside, clouding your thoughts. “Ahhhh~” you let out another pleasing sigh as your head bobbed on the pillow rapidly. “Heh.” He smirked heinously at your mouth wide open, your drawled sighs filling his mind, encouraging him to go harder. “U-ugh!” Your brows deepened, your mouth widening on his pillow when you started to feel sharp prickles in your pussy. “Unh! Mm!” a violent shiver shocked your body, resulting in your pussy to convulse erratically.

He grinned, lowering his chest on your back. “Thaaats it, baby.” He whispered in your ear. A-aghh…” you groaned weakly as you squirted your fluids while he thrusted. “Unh Yeah…”He closed his eyes, reveling in your sweet orgasm putting a vice grip around his cock. “Ahh…”He almost felt light as a feather from your tight grip, squirting while he still thrusted roughly into you. “Ahhh…ssss.” He moaned close to your ear as he kept going, poking your g-spot. “M-mm..!” You twitched and squirted on the sheets again.

The wet skins slapping were distinct, mixed with the bed creaking beneath your form. He leaned back, quietly staring at your jiggling ass as he starts to slow down a bit.

The steady slapping sounds were testing his patience while you called out for weakly. He wanted to be rougher with you…much longer like he usually does, which the two of you normally prefer, but he was only being mindful of his…surroundings.

He leaned on your back again, switching to rolling his hips down dangerously slow. “Oh god~grim~” a warm knot formed in your tummy. “Agh~” He knows you so well. He knows how body surrenders to him. “Mmm~” he hummed lowly, resting his lips on your temple while he rolls his hips down slowly, slapping your ass gently. “O-oh.” You croaked, gasping lovingly at each long stroke. The shape of his curved cock just sliding in and out your sobbing flesh at a good angle, your weak hips lifted up to follow his lazy strokes. “Hmph. That’s it.” He clicked his tongue lightly next to your ear, sliding his hands down to your waist as hips moved like waves. “Mm.” His lips met yours, gently smacking as he pulled your ass back to his length steadily and thrusted long and deeply. “Ah~” Your neck was aching as he kissed you, whilst fucking you lazily. “M-mmm~” his hand slid down to rubbed your clit, clenching him as a reward.

“Mm~. “ Thick passionate kisses rang between you two. “Hmph.” He quickly broke the kiss, stretching his and your saliva out and quickly started slapping his hips down your ass. Your face scrunched up in satisfaction. “Oh fuck..!” You gasped, the bed squeaking to his thrusts. He stared down at you as he fucked you feverishly, gripping the sheets on either side of your head. “Agh! Shit.” He spat out thickly and gripped your thighs for control. “G-grim~!” You gripped the pillow roughly for dear life when he thrusted feverishly. Your sore pussy craved more of his greedy cock. “Ah fuck yeah.” He breathed out, bucking roughly into your warmth.

“A-ahhhh….”

“O-ooo yeah~”

“Grim~!”

Your quivering sighs of relief filled the air as he pounded in you unashamedly. The sheets were soaked with your fluids as more and more rushed out. “U-ugh…sss..ugh…

!” he groaned, heeding the thick wet sounds of your pussy as he reaches his high. “Ha…ha..ha!” His mouth widens, gasping heavily when he’s about to cum. “Uh! Uuuugh” he pressed his hips to your ass, shooting his cum inside of you. “Unh~!” You shivered, your hole fluttering from the sensation as he paints your walls white.

“Shit.” He panted heavily, sliding out of your creamy pussy. “U-ugh.” He watched as he slid back in and shivered. “Mm.” Your arm reach to his glistening abs as he cools down, caressing it. “Mm~” you hummed again gently rocking to his lazy thrusts. “Fuck.” He muttered, watching you fondle his and as he did, making you giggle softly. “You okay baby?” You smiled weakly at him, his sharp eyes meeting yours.

“Oi. Ask me that one more time and you won’t be able to walk for the next few days.” He threatened but there was no sting behind it. “Okay~” You giggled at his retort and fell on your back weakly. His eyes glowered in response.

“Wha-!”

He quickly pulled you down to his hips close and caged you in with his arms on either side of your head, only seeing him. " I mean it." his brows furrowed in annoyance. “And I love you too” you smiled, cupping his cheek. “Tch.” He leaned down and kissed you.

Your silhouettes were clear as day as the morning winter sky light pierced the curtains.

“Unh~” he rubbed you slit while you circled your hips. “Fuck.” you cupped his face, humping the digit steadily. “U-ugh..!” You cried out, squirting on his fingers, earning a chuckle from him. “Unh~mmm~” Your lips gently smacked his own, circling your hips again for more. “H-ha..!” You quickly broke the soft kiss and breathed out heavily, feeling a rush of relief coming fast. “O-o-oh!” You were pulsating uncontrollably as he fondled your clit. “Unh!” You rocked your hips side to side and all around until you cummed, grabbing his wrist to stop. “Ah…gri-“

Beep beep! beep beep! Beep beep!

Your alarm started going off. “Tch. Stupid fucking Clock.” He reached out to your side of the bed to turn it off. “Oh.” You blinked, blushing as you watched him.

It was 7am and you had to get your son, Aoi, ready for school.

“Mm.” You got up but your sore muscles said otherwise.

“I’ll take care of it. Go to sleep.” He mumbled, kissing your forehead.

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7:45 AM

“Alright, go say bye to your mom.” He told the tiny blue haired boy after he zipped up his winter puffer jacket. The energetic toddler ran down the hallway to your shared bedroom. On his tippy toes, he turned the knob and opened the door. There, he saw you lying in bed. His scurried footsteps peaked your ears, waking you up and then meeting him at the side of your bed. “Hi mommy ~ Bye mommy~teehee” He whispered and leaned over to plant a light kiss on your forehead. You smiled and rested on your elbow to adjust his jacket collar. “Bye cutie pie~ Have fun in school today, ok?” He nodded and you kissed his forehead shortly after.

“Alright let’s go, Kid.” A little growl came from the tall male standing impatiently in the doorway. “Is mommy also gonna pick me up from school today?” He walked to his father, his round eyes looking at him innocently.

“No.” His eyes flickered up to you. “She won’t be able to, kid.” His lips formed a devious smirk. “There’s something I gotta do when I come back…a bit more rougher this time.”

“Grim!”

He slammed the bedroom door shut.

End.

me face to face with Shinji

Hey !

are you able to do bleach men and what their favorite s*x positions would be ? ( shunsui, kisuke , grimmjow etc )

𝐘𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐜𝐡 — Full Nelson

𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 — Bent over any surface (mostly a tabletop)

𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 — Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl

𝐁𝐚𝐳𝐳-𝐁 — Doggystyle (with a deep arch)

𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐞𝐧 — Missionary (he’ll alter your legs to suit)

𝐔𝐫𝐲𝐮 — Cowgirl

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐢 — Spooning, Cowgirl and when he isn’t feeling lazy, Mating Press

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 — Missionary (leg over shoulder or resting in elbow)

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 — Any position, especially from behind

𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧 — Seated on his lap

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢 — Any position face to face

𝐆𝐢𝐧 — Reverse Cowgirl

𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 — Missionary (a leg over the shoulder or resting in his elbow)

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐚 — Cowgirl, Lotus

𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 — Doggystyle (face down, ass up)

𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 — Doggystyle (arch real good for him) and Mating Press

𝐓𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 (𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭) — Missionary (legs in the crook of elbows)

𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 — Bent over any surface, suspended in his arms and folded like figure eight lol (Full Nelson)

𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐰 — Doggystyle (face down, ass up and a deep arch), bent over or pressed against any surface

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐤 — Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl, Spooning

𝐔𝐥𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐚 — Missionary