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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”.

𐚁 Kisuke Urahara Headcanons 𐚁

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

also an appreciation post for him cause he‘s too underrated imo. My face just light‘s up as soon as he appears on screen. Comfort character 🫶🏻

@darthwhorecrux as promised so you wouldn’t miss it🫶🏻

Kisuke treats you like an complete Goddess. You want your back or feet massaged? He massages you. You want that dress? He get‘s it for you. You want a fucking castle?? Hell he even get’s that for you. Everything you desire in this world.

Kisuke loves receiving oral from you. Don’t get me wrong, he is also good at giving oral but he loves seeing how you make a mess of yourself. The sloppier & filthier the Blowjob, the better. He also loves if you deepthroat him & use a lot of saliva.

Kisuke is a pervert needy man. He‘ll fucks you everywhere he can if he‘s horny. Even if that means fucking you behind an apartment building in the pure daylight. He has no boundaries at all & probably wouldn’t even notice if you‘ll get catched to loss in the pleasure.

Kisuke is sooo funny & silly. That’s why you fell in love with him in first place. He never fails to make you laugh even if you are in a bad mood or had a rough day. But he can get serious as well if the situation requires it.

Kisuke his dick is not too big but not too small. Just the perfect size of about 19 cm. Not to thin but also not to thick but really firm. Slightly crooked & extremely veiny. Stubbles like on his face are apparent.

Kisuke is really kinky. Breeding Kink, Choking Kink, Exhibitionism Kink… you name it. He wants to try everything with you as long as you are comfortable with it of course and if not? He makes you comfortable with it.

Kisuke has like i said a Breeding Kink. But that doesn’t implies only your pussy but every hole he can possibly fuck. Stuffing your mouth full with his cum, your pussy or even your ass… he loves seeing how you drip & leak everywhere and it turns him on even more seeing you completely knocked up.

Kisuke is such an affectionate lover. Hugging you all day, giving you kisses.. telling you how much he loves & adores you.. he‘ll do anything to make you smile.

Kisuke knows what he‘s doing when he fucks you. He knows how to use his cock to make you see stars. He will make sure you cum all the time and not even once. His biggest pleasure is when he sees how good he‘s making you feel, that is his top priority.

Kisuke loves sloppy, wet, messy sex. He loves to oil all your body up, giving you a sensual massage before he then pounds your pussy all night. Plus point when you squirt for him, like i said the messier the better. He would be that kind of guy who would slap your pussy, to make you squirt even more on him.

Kisuke is not afraid to be vocal. In fact he moans so loud, that they are even overpowering your own moans & whimpers. Growling, grunting and prepare for a switch between deep & high pitched moans when he‘s about to climax.

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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.”

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

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

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

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⿻ 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’.

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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.‘‘

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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.

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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🩷

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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?

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

❤︎ catching the bleach men smelling your panties (smau) ❤︎

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

featuring: kenpachi zaraki, shunsui kyoraku, grimmjow jaegerjaquez, shinji hirako,mayuri kurotsuchi, kisuke urahara

Kenpachissluut 🩷

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very short piece. running low on steam these days but i just can't stop thinking about this smirky perverted idiot 🥺🥺🥺

TW: bruises/little bit of pain, kind of smutty

"What are these from?" Shinji asked absentmindedly, poking a couple of bruises on your arm.

"Ow," you pouted. "I don't know. Training or something." You shrugged him off.

"Hmm." He continued to inspect them, grabbing and pinching your skin, rolling it between his fingers as if you were numb to it.

"That hurts!" You swatted him away. "Stop touching me."

The corner of his mouth quirked upwards ever so slightly before he jabbed his fingers into your side, making you jump.

"What are you doing?!" You half-laughed half-scolded, suppressing a smile as you caught his wrist in your hand, preventing another attack. "Why are you being so touchy?" You tried and failed to fight off the heat rising to your cheeks. "You're acting like a child."

"Yer so dramatic," he huffed, snatching his wrist from your grasp. "And bruise like a fruit." He eyed another bruise, this one on your thigh.

"Aren't you perceptive," you snorted, grabbing his hand again when he went to press the purple mark there. "Or maybe just perverted."

"I'm not allowed to be concerned about ya?" He asked lazily, grinning suggestively.

"Concerned," you scoffed. "That's what this is?"

"Sure." He nodded, reaching for your thigh again to smooth over the blemished skin. You let him. "Can't have anyone beating on my lovebug."

Goosebumps scattered across your skin where he touched and traveled up your arms. You blinked slowly at him, pupils expanding, likely into the shape of hearts. "You don't have to worry about me," you murmured.

"I always do," he admitted seriously.

When you had nothing else to say, he lowered his head, gently brushing his lips over the bruises on your arm. "Should I kiss this one better too?" He asked, circling the dark mark on your thigh.

You glanced around, anxious that someone else could walk in at any moment to catch his head in your lap. Against better judgment, you nodded.

Shinji smirked, victorious, before pushing his chair away from him to get on his knees, pressing delicate pecks into your tiny little injury. Your breath caught in your throat when his gaze lifted to yours, a silent ask for permission. He looked a little too pretty peering up at you from waist level. Without another peek at the unlocked door, you made a second bad call and nodded to him again.

Keep going.

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Bleach Men and their Dick Sizes ᰔᩚ

this was an request but i would have posted it anyways so here you go🩷

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

featuring: kenpachi zaraki, shunsui kyoraku, byakuya kuchiki, jushiro ukitake, shinji hirako, kisuke urahara, mayuri kurotsuchi, aizen sosuke, kensei muguruma, chojiro sasakibe, grimmjow jaegerjaquez, coyote starrk

Kenpachi Zaraki - 25 cm ఌ

My Man Kenpachi has an monstrous thick, veiny pretty looking cock. It’s slightly curved down. He is mostly clean shaved but his hair just gives him some rough charm.

Shunsui Kyoraku - 22 cm ఌ

Shunsui has also an slightly curved down cock, it’s firm and really thick. Some veins are showing and he is not really groomed but really hygienic nonetheless.

Byakuya Kuchiki - 20 cm ఌ

Byakuya has an pretty pale, thinner but really long cock. It’s perfectly symmetrical and he is always clean shaved and due his paleness you can see some veins.

Jushiro Ukitake - 20 cm ఌ

Jushiro has such a beautiful and perfect cock. It’s symmetrical and more on the thinner side but really firm. He is well groomed always.

Shinji Hirako - 18 cm ఌ

Shinji has a slightly curved up cock, it’s also a bit thinner but thick. Mostly groomed and some visible veins.

Kisuke Urahara - 19 cm ఌ

Kisuke his dick is not that thin but also not that thick, just somewhere in between. Slightly crooked and with some tiny cute stubbles and veiny.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi - 17,5 cm ఌ

Mayuri his cock is slightly crooked upwards and really veiny and firm. He is not really hairy so he doesn’t really shaves.

Aizen Sosuke - 19,5 cm ఌ

Aizen his dick is really pretty and symmetrical. Well groomed always and it’s veiny, not thin but also not that thick. Just the perfect size.

Kensei Muguruma - 20,5 cm ఌ

Kensei his dick is really thick and fat, extremely veiny and hooked down. He is most of the time clean shaved and has big balls lol.

Chojiro Sasakibe - 18,5 cm ఌ

Chojiro has an pretty cock. It’s more on the thinner side but it’s firm, extremely veiny and symmetrical. He has some cute little grey hairs down there adding to his older charm.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez - 19 cm ఌ

Grimmjow has an symmetrical, more thinner dick but extremely veiny and firmly. He is not clean shaved but not hairy either.

Coyote Starrk - 18 cm ఌ

Coyote has an slightly curved down cock with many visible veins and its really thick. He is not shaved cause he is too lazy but hygienic aswell.

Kenpachissluut ఌ

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Without further ado - TW: smut! alcohol! and Shinji himself!

You had thought a night out would be the perfect way to de-stress, but were quickly proven wrong. The alcohol didn't loosen you up in the way you intended, having the opposite effect and only winding you tighter, bringing the worst to the surface. No matter how many drinks you downed, you dwelled on the same worries, increasingly fussed over the same insecurities, and grew more and more miserable with each passing moment. If anything, the negative thoughts got louder, more pressing, drowning out any chance you had of enjoying the evening.

On top of your already awful state of mind, it seemed everything else had to go wrong as well. One of your friend's left early after getting into a fight with her boyfriend, and the other met someone who she wanted to leave with, and who were you to drag her down with you? She didn't ask twice when you told her to go on ahead, you'd be fine. You hadn't been fine the whole night, and now you waited impatiently for the bartender, who seemed keen on ignoring you, so that you could close your tab. At least this would be the end, you attempted to console yourself with that thought. No matter how long it took, this would be it, and you could try again tomorrow.

Along the wall, neon pink lights beckoned, shaped into the words, "Stay awhile." You felt mocked by them. No, I don't think I will. You were getting antsy, the snobby crowd, shitty music, and dim lighting making you dizzy and irritable. You pulled at the bottom of your tight dress, a fashion choice you now regretted in a room full of stuck-up assholes, shifting from foot to foot, eyes darting about nervously, knowing realistically that nobody was paying attention to you but simultaneously feeling as if all eyes in the room were on your lonely self. You were hoping not to have to raise your voice over all of the noise to get the bartender's attention, but this was getting ridiculous.

Just when you were working up the courage to assert yourself, there was a presence at your side, uttering such an incredibly corny pickup line, you almost thought you were hallucinating.

“Hey Doll, are ya tired? Cuz’ you’ve been runnin’ through my mind all day."

You snapped your neck towards the unsuspecting victim, ready to tell him to get lost.

Or not?

Your body betrayed your mind, coming alive at the sight of him, heart fluttering, throat going dry, and an odd churning of heat in your stomach. He looked like trouble, this stranger, unlike any other man in this bar, adorned in a satin, animal-print, button-down, belted dress pants, and a wolfish smirk. Even his sunshine blonde hair was styled into an odd cut with angled bangs that fell around his face with the way he tilted his head at you.

Pairing his eccentric looks with his equally strange and humorous greeting, you were curious about him, to say the least, curious enough to forget about looking for a bartender and to forget that you were supposed to be dejected, not captivated, ready to leave, not ready to stay. The "Stay Awhile" sign glowed brighter, pulsing, like it was laughing at you. You both loved and hated that whatever he had going on was working on you. He'd easily ensnared you, and you had to give him bonus points for being able to do so when you were in such a sour mood too.

Still, you weren't going to let him off that easy, not with how smug he looked.

"Doll?" You challenged, raising your eyebrows at him. "And how could I have been on your mind all day? We've just met."

He straightened at your stiff tone, lifting his elbow off of the bar, cheeks reddening ever so slightly under your cold gaze. "Would you prefer I call you something else?"

Cute. You almost decided to go easy on him, with how unnerved he looked.

"Buy me a drink." Now it was your turn to grin, suppressing laughter at the panic in his dark, glazed-over eyes. "Then you can call me whatever you want."

His lips broke out into another smirk, his confidence returning. "Careful," he crooned. "What can I get ya?"

You told him your usual, and he waved the bartender over smoothly. Had you not been distracted by something glinting inside of this mystery man's mouth, you would've glared at the guy behind the bar who had refused to acknowledge you this whole time but eagerly came running over to him. After he ordered himself and you another round, you interjected, asking to close your tab. Surely there was no need for you to keep it open now.

"Wish I'd've found ya earlier." He moved in closer, practically sliding towards you. "You wouldn't have had a tab to pay."

You smiled cheekily, too distracted by the glimpses of silver you were catching each time he opened his mouth. "Is that...?" You bit your lip, shyly pointing at his lips. "Is that a tongue piercing?"

"Sure is." He stuck his tongue out for your viewing pleasure, making you gasp and giggle excitedly. "Ya like it, doll? Can I call ya that now that your drink's being made, or do I have to wait till it's in front of you?"

"I do like it," you complimented flirtatiously. "I think the bartender hates me, so it may be awhile," you added, laughing sheepishly. "So I suppose it's fine to call me that now."

"Hates you?" He laughed with you. "What'd ya do for him to do that?"

"Existed. I don't know." You rolled your eyes. "I've been waiting here forever trying to close out my tab so I could go."

"He's an idiot." He downed the rest of his drink before continuing, pushing it forward along the bar. "Don't know how he, or any guy here for that matter, could ignore a pretty thing like you. Guess I should be glad I was the one to catch ya before you left, though." He smiled lazily, unabashedly letting his eyes drift up and down your figure.

You shivered under his sultry eyes, interrupted when the rude bartender returned, sliding your drinks across the bar and letting your receipt clatter down in front of you without so much as looking your way, already off to service the next stuck-up-looking schmuck. The man at your side scoffed, puffing his chest up, looking ready to say something, but you quickly signed your receipt and grabbed his attention again before he could start any sort of confrontation.

"So, are you going to ask me for my name or will I always just be doll?" You batted your lashes at him, enjoying the attention you were receiving after the shitty night you had.

You were sure that had any other man in this bar approached you the way he did, it wouldn't work out in their favor. His unconventional looks and ways were wildly attractive and made you feel special to have reeled him in without even meaning to. The girl you were now seemed entirely different from the one you were just before he came over. He hadn't even known that he had completely flipped your night upside down. You had been ready to bite someone's head off, and now, you were relaxed again, easing into your soft and feminine side when he naturally made you feel like you were the only woman in the room.

"What's your name, pretty?" He asked, clearly having a thing for all the classic pet names, though you certainly didn't mind.

"(Y/N). What's yours?"

"Shinji."

"Shinji." You nodded to yourself. "Do you use goofy pick up lines on all the girls, Shinji?" You teased.

"Only the cute ones in sexy little dresses," he teased back.

"I was actually just thinking this dress was a bit much," you confessed, subconsciously reaching to tug it down again.

"And you were trying to leave." Shinji narrowed his eyes at you. "You weren't having a good time tonight?"

"Not really." You shrugged, anxiously chugging your drink.

"How come?" He asked softly, frowning and seemingly genuinely concerned about you, this stranger.

"I've just been really stressed lately," you explained. He nodded in understanding, and you hesitated before opening up to him more, giving him a few more personal details about what's been on your mind. You avoided looking at him, taking more sips of your drink, a little embarrassed about drunkenly oversharing to him, but he was the first person to truly listen to you all night.

"Come on," he said, extending a hand.

"Where?"

"To de-stress." He smirked.

It was vague, possibly dangerous, and still, you slipped your hand into his, letting him drag you away from the bar and along the floor, heading to a back room where there were more bodies, more bass, more noise. As the space got more crowded, you released his hand, grabbing onto his bicep instead and tucking into his side. You felt him laugh against you and curl his arm slightly to squeeze you in closer.

"You're gonna make me dance?!" You yelled to him over the music, nervously observing the people near you, some with friends, others with lovers, flailing about chaotically or grinding against one another.

Your eyes widened as a girl nearby was bent over, face down, ass up, a man behind her looking all too proud. Shinji followed your gaze and chuckled.

He leaned in, inches away from your face. "Do you want to dance?"

His scent, expensive and comforting, flooded your senses. As appealing as moving your body against his sounded, it wasn't exactly what you had in mind, at least not here right now in front of everybody. You'd rather be tucked away somewhere, having to stay close to hear each other, so close where you could let that scent of his infiltrate your mind and make you forget all your worries.

"No," you said into his ear. "I just want to be close to you."

A look of surprise ghosted over his features before settling into relaxed confidence once more. "I've got ya."

He pulled you along the dance floor, through the sweaty bodies and drunk patrons, not stopping until he found a small booth tucked away in a dark corner, precisely the kind of spot for the pair of you. You shimmied your way in and he settled in next to you, thighs bumping together and feet tangling under the small table.

"So did it hurt?" You asked, resuming conversation up close so that you could hear one another, greedily inhaling his cologne.

"When I fell from heaven?" He snickered.

"We're done with the pickup lines," you scolded playfully. "I'm asking about your tongue piercing." You took a sip from your drink, eyeing him.

He shrugged. "Sure. It hurt initially, and then a little soreness after. Nothing I can't handle."

Like a pervert, you silently wondered if he had a complex, a sort of thing for pain. Maybe you'd find out. Maybe you wouldn't.

"Do you have any piercings?" He asked, nudging you, interrupting your unseemly thoughts. The tiniest bit of contact from him only had more unseemly thoughts flooding in to replace the others.

"Just my ears." You pulled your hair away from your neck to show him the couple of jewels poked through your lobes. "When I was in college, I actually went with a few of my friends to get my nipples pierced," you giggled to yourself. "My friend went first and freaked out so bad, it freaked me out. There was no way I was gonna do it after that."

"So ya bailed on her?!" He laughed at you.

"I wasn't the only one doing it with her!" You defended. "There was a third of us, and she actually went through with it and took it like a champ. It's better I didn't get them pierced. I don't think I'm that kind of girl." You blushed hard, thankful for the minimal lighting.

"And what kind are you?" Shinji looked you up and down, as if already making his own assessment.

"The kind who plays it safe," you admitted, albeit with a little bit of shame. "I'm very good at chickening out."

"You're a good girl," he said it in a way to compliment you, erasing your shame. "I like good girls."

"Wouldn't you get bored with someone like me?" You gulped your drink, a bit of your insecurity still leaking through.

"I don't get bored, no," he said seriously and finitely, taking a generous sip from his own glass. "Besides," he leaned in closer, "good girls are more fun in that way. They usually have a lot to hide, and it's quite the opposite of boring getting to find all that stuff out."

You smiled coyly, appreciating the way he was reading you, slithering in and making bold assumptions like that, bold assumptions that made you feel desirable. You needed him to know that the desire was mutual.

"You smell good," you finally told him, looking down at his lips and back up at his sharp, perceptive eyes, if you were being bold with each other now.

"So do you." He tilted his head, letting his nose just barely brush against your ear, his breath hitting your neck as he inhaled and exhaled. "Like a picnic."

"A picnic?" You laughed.

"In a field of flowers with lots of sweets," he explained, lightly brushing his lips against your neck. "Cakes, cookies, peaches, cherries...just wanna take a bite."

The wind was knocked out of you.

"Should we go?" You practically panted. "I - I mean after we finish our drinks?"

"We'll have to pay the jackass at the other bar one last visit so I can close out my tab," he sighed, "but yeah," and then smiled seductively. "Let's get out of here."

Prancing out of the bar with your hand wrapped around his bicep again felt like an act of rebellion, a resistance against the previous grievances of the night, and a defiance against your usual proper and modest ways. Maybe the alcohol was finally working in your favor, or maybe it was just that Shinji had a way of bringing out your carefree, playful, and humorous nature, your very best. You felt happiest when you were laughing, and now, as he whispered silly remarks about random passerby's in your ear and tripped over nothing and kept saying and doing stupid things just to make you grin, your face hurt from smiling so much. You didn't care where you were going, as long as it was with him, and the night that you were so desperate to leave behind had turned into one that you never wanted to end.

As expected, you ended up at his place. Like him, the inside was both suave and eccentric. He kicked off his shoes, flicked on dim lights and moved through the kitchen, going to get himself another drink as he asked your distracted self if you were hungry or thirsty, ever the gracious host.

"Water's fine," you mumbled haphazardly, discarding your heels at the door and taking in your surroundings.

He had an artfully messy collection of vinyl records, a desk with both organized and scattered papers and files, bookshelves full of fiction, history, and magazines. The furniture was dark and refined, like it was straight from an old speakeasy where they played nothing but smooth jazz and made strong, pretty cocktails. The space was a comforting combination of carefully arranged pieces and evidence that it was truly lived in. It was homey, and it was so him, spontaneous yet calculated, different yet beautiful.

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting guests tonight, much less a pretty lady such as yourself," he commented self-consciously as he handed you a glass of water. "I haven't cleaned."

"No," you shook your head at him, "it's beautiful. I'm sorry for snooping around, I just really like it." You beamed.

"Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Mhmm," you hummed contentedly, wondering what his bedroom looked like.

He must've been a mind reader, draping his arm around your shoulder to pull you in that direction. "Well in that case, let me show you more of it."

Your mouth parted. Dark silk sheets and a large mirror on the wall, right in front of the bed, had you clenching your thighs together. His scent was everywhere in the room, like an aphrodisiac, hypnotizing you. He left your side to set his glass on the nightstand before leaping into his bed, posing on his side with his head propped up on his hand. "So, what do ya think, doll?"

You guffawed at him and clapped your hand over your mouth. "I think you're a real piece of work." You shook your head at him, suppressing a grin. "Your bed's nicer than mine is."

He was wearing a crooked, devilish smile, knowing that he was a piece of work, and you still wanted to fuck him. "Well? You coming in here with me or not?" He patted the mattress.

You bit your lip to contain your excitement, taking your time to carefully place your glass of water on the nightstand and toss your purse into a chair in the corner, just to tease him. You crawled onto the soft sheets, mirroring him and propping yourself up on your side. His eyes followed the curve of your figure, all the way down and back up, landing on your cleavage.

"Perv," you taunted.

"You love it," he practically growled.

"And what if I do?" You purred back.

"Then that makes you one too." He winked.

You fell into silence with him, eye-fucking each other.

And then the bed shifted as he moved toward you, coming to place his hands on either side of you, caging you in beneath him before dipping his head, taking your lips into his.

Shinji tasted like liquor and risky choices. You eagerly opened your mouth, taking that risk, letting him violate your mouth with that tongue of his that you were so enthralled with, curiously searching for his piercing to see what it would feel like. His knowing laugh vibrated through you, making you whine with embarrassment. He pulled away to kiss along your jaw and neck, surprising you with a lick to your throat, the jewel scraping against your tender skin and making you gasp. While he kissed and licked and sucked lower and lower, devouring you, his hand drifted up your thigh, dangerously close to where the bottom of your dress crinkled, just over your panties.

You squirmed and fussed. He was doing this purposely, dragging his piercing in between your breasts, massaging circles into your thighs but refusing to go any higher. You were not-so-subtly rubbing them together, both trying to hint to him that you needed to be touched and to create some sort of friction in the meantime. He continued to taunt you, chuckling into your chest before pulling his hand away completely, sitting up to pridefully take in your defeated state beneath him.

"You look so cute right now," he said, squishing your cheeks in his large hand. "You should see yourself."

You could hardly think of what you must've looked like right now, too infatuated with him towering over you, his pants tightening around his cock. With your face cupped in his hand, eyes glassy with carnal desire, he was giggling quietly to himself as you stared. You hadn't properly been touched yet, and you were already melting into his silky sheets.

"Come here." He released your face and beckoned with his finger.

Confused, you slowly sat up, watching him spin around to sit at the edge of the bed and nod towards his lap. You furrowed your brows before catching sight of that damned full-length mirror. You had almost forgotten about it, and how could you?! Crawling over to him, he helped you get seated into his lap, one arm wrapped around your upper abdomen, and the other above your hip, a hand resting on your stomach and another just below your boob. With your dress bunched up and almost exposing yourself, your bum was seated comfortably atop the bulge in his tight dress pants. The hand beneath your breast reached up to grab your cheeks again, directing your gaze forward where your wide-eyed reflection looked back at you. You throbbed at the sight, his manspread and the places his protective hands were positioned, your skimpy dress and cleavage littered with love bites.

"See?" He nipped at your ear. "So cute."

You sighed softly as heat simultaneously flooded into your nether regions and your plush cheeks, squished under his delicate fingers. Being forced to watch yourself get played with, it was equal parts sexy and humiliating. You were burning up in his hold, painfully aware of his erection pressing so near to your dampening panties. You dared to spread your legs a little wider, making yourself moan as you moved against him.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He feigned concern.

"Please," you begged him pathetically. "How much longer are you going to tease me?"

"If ya want something from me, all ya gotta do is ask," he baited you.

You huffed. "Touch me! Please!"

"I am touching you," he murmured into your neck, squeezing your cheeks and pressing his hand into your stomach for emphasis.

"No!" You pouted, clawing at his arm wrapped around you. You grabbed his hand and put it high on your thigh. "Pleeeease," you slurred.

"You have to say it." He grinned.

You sobbed, embarrassed. "Fine! Touch my pussy!" You winced at your own words.

"Atta girl," he chuckled, amused by your discomfort. He reached for your panties under your dress. Pressing a kiss to your glowing cheeks. "Don't be so afraid to tell me what ya want. I want to hear that pretty little mouth of yours say nasty things."

You lifted your hips to help him as he dragged the fabric over your hips and down your thighs. You shook them off of your legs, watching in the mirror as they fell to the floor.

"Spread your legs," Shinji demanded.

Whiny sounds of struggle escaped your mouth as you opened them over his lap, gasping at the sight of yourself in the mirror, and at the way he was watching too. Now that he'd had you flustered enough, he didn't waste any more time, wrapping an arm back around your waist to hold you up while he reached in between your legs with the other, running a finger through your weeping slit. You squeaked at the contact, reaching up to wrap an arm around his neck for support.

"Fuck," Shinji cursed under his breath as he pushed a finger inside of your walls. "You're so wet." He groaned as he started to slowly push it in and out of you, watching your lips part and chest heave with shaky breaths. "This is why I like good girls," he reminded you. "Acting so sweet and obedient while your pussy was drooling over me this whole time, huh?"

His filthy words made you cry out. "Oh, God, yes!" You confessed. "It was so wet. I needed you so bad."

"Shit, keep talking like that, sweetheart," he panted, positioning his hand to better curl his finger in and out of you while his thumb massaged your clit.

You tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging on the blonde strands as you made a mess on his slacks, rotating your hips into his palm. He hissed as your ass grinded down onto his crotch, involuntarily bucking up into you as he gripped your torso with fervor, trying to hold you into place.

"You're gonna make me cum in my pants, baby," he whimpered. "Squirming against me like that."

"Are these good pants?" You asked dazedly, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Does it matter?" He laughed viciously. "You don't need to worry about that, just keep fucking yourself on my fingers, sweetheart."

You moaned and mewled sweetly while you obeyed him, eyes fluttering open and closed as you observed your shuddering body in the mirror. Shinji continued looking too, going back and forth between watching your flushed face and his soaked fingers moving in and out of you, your reflections making intense, intimate eye contact a few times. Each time you met his eyes, you thought you may explode right then and there. You were dripping so much that there were squelching noises coming from between your thighs, growing louder than your shared pants and moans. The way he moved his fingers and the pace he adopted had you thinking he was doing it on purpose, trying to embarrass you again with how sloppy your pussy sounded while you locked eyes with him.

"You look so pretty," he whispered as your eyes met again. "All blushy and vulnerable and messy in my lap."

"I feel so pretty with you. You're so hot," you wailed, hardly able to finish your sentence, but you knew it'd drive him crazy, hearing you spew filth. "Wanna see how pretty I look when I'm taking your dick?"

"Oh, fuck," Shinji groaned, the pace of his fingers on you and in you faltering. "Alright." He pulled his fingers from you, making you pout and protest at the sudden loss of contact, though it was your words that brought this upon yourself. "I'm about to fucking burst. Will you be a doll and lay back so I can get us out of these clothes?"

You didn't want to move, but listened anyway, clambering off of him and onto the sheets beside him. You watched him with longing and impatience, an ache growing between your legs where he was working you up only to abandon you. He unbuttoned his shirt with shaky fingers before undoing his belt, tearing it loudly through the loops of his pants. He hurried out of them, ignoring the damp patch of your juices at the groin to focus on getting out of his socks and boxers as well.

While you witnessed him undressing, his long, pretty cock springing free, your hand had mindlessly wandered back down to your heat, finding your clit to give yourself some sort of satisfaction while he made you wait. The minute he caught you, he was wrenching your hand away and ripping your dress off of you so roughly you were getting whiplash, not that you minded.

"So fucking beautiful," he muttered, allowing himself a moment to admire your nude form before manhandling you into position in front of the mirror again, on all fours where you could watch him take you from behind.

Anticipation made your legs twitch as he nudged them apart slightly, opening you up a little further to take him. "Ready, cutie?" He ran a hand down your spine, grabbing your hips.

"Yes," you moaned, before looking back at him and cheekily wiggling your hips. "Please fuck me."

"Not such a good girl now." He slapped your ass, looking pleased.

Already painfully hard and leaking, Shinji grabbed himself and entered you, starting slowly but not giving it much time before he began thrusting into you at an animalistic pace, cursing and grunting and groaning. You thought you'd be fine to take him with how much he had already prepped you, but pain tore through you as he snapped his hips against yours. Each time he speared into you at this angle, you felt as though you were being ripped apart, a swell of pressure too intense to be pleasurable repeatedly plunging into your core. You bit your tongue and squeezed your eyes shut, attempting to take the pain in hopes that it would soon turn to pleasure, but he was too big to be going this fast already.

Unable to stand it any longer, you released a yelp of pain, gripping the sheets in your fists and looking away from the mirror. "Wait! Hurts! It hurts!" You cried.

"Shit." Shinji pulled out immediately, lifting you into his arms and holding you tightly in a sort of protective bear hug. "I hurt you, baby? Tell me what I did, was I too rough?"

In his embrace, your pain faded away, only to be replaced with guilt. You knew you hadn't done anything wrong, but that insufferable, tiny voice in your head was yelling at you for ruining the mood.

"I'm sorry," you panted, looking away from his concerned gaze shamefully. "It's not your fault. It just hurts from the back sometimes."

"No, it is my fault," he said sternly, petting your hair. Speaking more gently now, "I got carried away and was way too rough with you. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you promised him, able to face him now. "Maybe we can try from this angle?" You suggested, still wanting him to pound you, especially after seeing how gentle he could be with you. "And a little slower, at least to start?"

"You sure?" His brown eyes were full of worry. "You don't need me to work you open a little more?"

"No, I still want your cock. Now," you said eagerly, gripping his arms.

"Alright." He smiled sweetly, kissing your temple with care. "Slower."

He wrapped an arm around you, using his free hand to reposition himself at your entrance for the second time. Your thighs quivered once more as you felt the tip prod your entrance, rubbing through your folds before he gently pushed back into you, filling you halfway before dragging out. He was much more cautious now, afraid to break you, and it was blissful and torture at the same time. You needed more.

"You can go deeper," you encouraged him, knowing that he was trying to be soft with you.

"Tell me if I hurt you again," he commanded before filling you up further. "You promise you will?"

"I promise," you assured.

With your word, he sunk deeper into your cunt, and at this new angle, you found it easier to take him, leaning your head back against his shoulder and whimpering into the air. You remembered the mirror and opened your eyes, watching his length glide in and out of you and your ass and thighs rippled with each gentle thrust. He whined into the crook of your neck, starting to increase his pace little by little, scanning your face for any signs of discomfort all the while. You kept nodding to him and letting him know to keep going, more, more, more, faster, harder. You let your sobs of pleasure grow louder and more shrill, struggling to hold yourself upwards as he fucked into you.

"Shinji," you whined for him.

"What's wrong?" He fretted.

"Can I," you were falling apart, finding it increasingly difficult to get the words out. "Can I suck on your fingers?"

He groaned in response, bringing his hand to your mouth and watching in the mirror as he shoved two fingers past your lips, letting you drool and swirl your tongue around them.

"Shit." He shut his eyes, tucking his nose into your neck, breathing in nothing but you. "I'm gonna cum."

You hummed with approval around his fingers. He pressed them against your tongue as he thrusted into you with more vigor now, chasing his high. Your eyes were fluttering closed over and over again, but you forced them open, wanting to watch him as he came, his hips stuttering against yours and his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he moaned and groaned and took staggered breaths.

He pulled his fingers and his cock out of you, collapsing back to shoot white spurts of his seed onto his stomach, working himself empty with his hand. You crawled to his side, watching in awe as his dick twitched as if having a mind of its own. You waited until he was finished to dip your head and bring your tongue to his stomach, licking up the remains.

He made a high-pitched sound of surprise that made you giggle. Watching with wide eyes and an almost pained expression as you licked him clean.

"I think I'm in love with you," he announced breathlessly. "Lay down." Despite how exhausted he looked, he forced himself to sit up, that sunshine hair dancing around his flushed face. "It's your turn."

"I don't need to, Shinji, really." You shook your head, clamping your thighs together.

"No, fuck that." He mindlessly pushed you down into the mattress. "I'm eating your pussy until you're cumming on my face, so do as you're told and lay back."

You squeaked, head spinning as he yanked your legs apart and buried his face into your already ruined pussy. He meant business, finding your clit and sucking on it, lapping his pierced tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips were bucking wildly, already having endured so much stimulation, he had to pin you down, pressing a hand to your stomach to prevent you from lifting your hips.

It was the quietest he had been all night, aside from the lewd slurping noises, so determined to make you see stars. He didn't care how long it took, or how tired he was at having his own orgasm ripped through him. He wasn't going to stop until you'd had your fair share, pumping and curling his fingers in and out of you again.

"I - I think I'm close!" You cried to him, still twitching and squirming about in his silk sheets, at least as much as you could with him pinning you down.

He groaned against you in reply, sucking on your clit hard and twisting his fingers in and out of you at an impossible pace. Moments later, your senses exploded, ceasing to function properly. You saw white and heard static, floating in another realm until you landed back in this one, with Shinji brushing your sweaty hair from your face and caressing your cheek. He sounded distant at first, laughing quietly and kissing away tears from overstimulation.

Then you heard him clearly again. "You okay, doll?" Doll. The damned pet name that started this whole mess, Shinji's favorite thing to call you, it seemed.

"Yeah, I'm okay." Your body was cold, like all the energy you had stored had been expended. Without realizing, you were curling into him, seeking his warmth. "I'm so sleepy."

"Yeah?" He chuckled affectionately at you, his voice hoarse. It was a sound you wish you could store in a jar and take with you everywhere you went, to listen to whenever you wanted. "Me too. Ya wanna go to bed with me?"

"Shouldn't I clean myself up a bit?" You croaked, though as you uttered the words, you weren't sure how you were going to get your limp body into motion. "Wouldn't want to ruin your fancy sheets." You smiled lazily.

"Don't you worry about that," he cooed. "I'll go get a warm cloth so you can feel nice."

You watched his skinny figure half-saunter half-stagger from the bed and to the bathroom, missing his warmth already. As you lay atop his fine sheets, you had the thought that you never wanted to leave. This stranger's home had become your new favorite place, this stranger your new favorite person. Goofy, witty, protective, unique, easygoing, and definitely good in bed...you were so damn glad he used that stupid pickup line on you at the bar.

At the sound of the distant running water, you let your eyes shut, stirring only when you heard him come back, the bed shifting under his weight. He gently pulled your legs apart and cleaned up the sticky mess the both of you left behind, grinning a tad when you flinched and twitched, still sensitive and slightly sore.

He hurried away to toss the cloth in the hamper, coming back to hit the lights and throw the sheets over your naked bodies. You wasted no time finding him in the dark, snaking an arm around his chest and lifting your leg to drape across his waist. He sighed contentedly, pulling you into him and running his fingers along your side.

The gesture must've reminded him of where his fingers had been earlier. "What was that fingers in the mouth business about? You like sucking on stuff?"

"I thought we were going to bed?" You pouted, avoiding his question.

"Alright, alright," he laughed, falling back into silence momentarily.

But Shinji didn't know how to shut up for long. "Looks like my pickup line was pretty effective," he muttered pridefully.

You giggled tiredly at him. "I guess it was, dork."

"It will be a great story to tell our kids in the future," he said.

"What?"

"What?"

Shinji's wifey tag: @tomitsulikeslemons :P

how do the boys feel about giving oral?

The “I’ll put my whole face in it” crew. Enjoy giving oral just as much as receiving, if not more. They love the control it gives them, the way you react, and the satisfaction of knowing they can bring intense pleasure with just their mouth. Some do it teasingly, others with deep focus, but they all take pride in their skill and enthusiasm.

— Shunsui, Jushiro, Ichigo, Askin, Kisuke, Grimmjow, Bazz-B, Shinji

These men approach oral with precision, patience, and dedication. They see it as an art, taking their time to learn what works best. They may not be overly expressive or playful, but they are thorough and meticulous, ensuring that you’re fully satisfied.

— Byakuya, Jugram, Uryu, Aizen, Ulquiorra

For them, giving oral isn’t just an act of pleasure—it’s a statement of dominance or focus. They don’t do anything halfway, and when they go down, it’s either aggressive, unrelenting or deeply consuming. There’s no teasing, only raw power.

— Kenpachi, Yhwach

Enjoy making oral into a game. Whether it’s dragging things out, stopping right before the peak, or keeping you squirming, they find pleasure in the reaction they get. It’s all about teasing, pushing limits, and making it last.

— Gin, Hisagi, Renji

They are more than willing but aren’t the type to be overly eager or intense about it. They’ll give oral when you want it, enjoying it for the pleasure they provide rather than for their own. They may not be the most adventurous, but they put in the effort where it counts

— Starrk, Kira, Toshiro (adult), Ryuken

That being walked in on has inspired me!

What if reader walks in on them but pulls up a chair and just watches, refusing to help or join in? I want to know which ones beg prettily, which ones out right stop in retaliation, which ones continue on as if reader isn't even there, and whatever other reactions that you can think of for these fine, fine men

Thanks, as always! ❤️

They couldn’t take it—your unwavering gaze, the way you just sat there, arms crossed, lips curved in amusement, refusing to give them relief. Their pride crumbled fast, heavy pants turning to breathless pleas, voices thick with desperation. Hands never slowed, but their eyes stayed locked onto you, silently (or loudly) begging. Some whispered your name like a prayer, others outright whimpered, promising anything if you’d just touch them.

— Jushiro, Kira, Hisagi, Bazz-B

The moment they registered your refusal, their hand stilled, their expression darkening with frustration. You wanted to tease them? Fine. They weren’t going to give you the satisfaction of watching them fall apart. Some scoffed, others outright scowled, shifting their legs or turning away as if to say, “You don’t get to enjoy this if you’re not joining in.”

— Byakuya, Ulquiorra, Yhwach, Ryuken, Toshiro (Adult), Uryu

If you weren’t going to help, then they didn’t need you. They kept going at their own pace, shameless and unaffected, not giving you the reaction you were likely hoping for. They didn’t beg, didn’t stop—just carried on, some even closing their eyes as if you were nothing but background noise. If they acknowledged you at all, it was with a smug smirk or a raised eyebrow, daring you to cave first.

— Aizen, Ichigo, Renji, Kenpachi, Jugram

Instead of frustration or desperation, they turned it around on you. If you wanted to watch, then they’d put on a show—drawn-out strokes, teasing moans, knowing looks that made it clear they were trying to make you crack first. Some even spoke to you, throwing out taunts between gritted teeth, asking if you were really going to sit there unmoved while they fell apart in front of you.

— Shunsui, Shinji, Kisuke, Grimmjow, Askin, Starrk, Gin

━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ THREE FOR THREE

Rōjūrō (Rose) x female reader x Izuru Kira

3.8k

❁ Warning: Smut, nsfw, angst to smut, threesome, double penetration, anal fingering and rimming, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, inexperienced Izuru, premature ejaculation, marriage, secretly Rose x Izuru coded, love triangle, immediately post tybw, reader is Izuru’s best friend.

RoZuruPalooza 2025 Event

A hot summer, peaceful afternoon. The peace that came with a price.  

The broken man lay under the beating sun, hoping the warmth would take away that deep-seated pain. He places his foreign hand on the emptiness carved into his chest, finding nothing to grasp onto but rusty rods beneath the fabric. He closes his eyes for a moment, the heavy lids getting harder to pry open with each passing second he spends under the warmth. If only the warmth could reach his forsaken heart and fill up the emptiness that lay deep within his wound. 

You walk towards the withering garden of Squad 3, holding a neatly wrapped lunch box in one hand and your lover’s arm in the other. You were planning a picnic with your partner, the Captain of Squad 3 while basking under the sun. You are the first to spot your best friend, who happens to be the Lieutenant of Squad 3, lying on a sparse patch of lush grass and dozing off. You look up at your lover and the generous man gives you an approving smile and nod.

Izuru notices the approaching footsteps, immediately recognizing the spiritual pressures. If it was anyone else, he would not have been bothered. But your presence is what stirred something unfamiliar inside his chest. You were that warmth he had been seeking, yet you were unattainable. 

His eyes slowly flutter open, and his gaze instantly lands on you. He could hear the thumping of his own heart against his broken rib cage.

“Want to join us for a picnic?” you offer with a smile so contagious it makes his lips twitch, threatening to break him free from the cold stoic expression. 

He looks up at his Captain, who offers him the same smile of reassurance. 

Izuru didn’t answer but instead began to assist with setting up the picnic. All three settle down to enjoy a nice home-cooked meal surrounded by the ruins of a recent war, devastation etched in time.

Chit-chat was kept to a minimum while everyone indulged. Izuru, your best friend for years, never had much to say. And after the war, he refused to open up to you or anyone else. He made purposeful attempts to avoid you and that did not go unnoticed. So you were glad to catch him off guard today and snag him up for a meal. Although, the awkwardness was hard to cut through. 

Rose detects the dense air and decides to be the first to stir up a meaningful conversation.

“Delicious meal as always. I wouldn't mind having this again for dinner”, Rose comments while carefully observing you and Izuru behind his shimmering golden locks that reflect the sun so perfectly. His hair had a healthy glow while Izuru’s blonde strands were as dull as his complexion. 

“Oh! I made plenty! You know me. Cooking for a village”, you let out a chuckle between mouthfuls.

Izuru quietly ate, slowly chewing on a few grains of rice, not particularly sure if he should join in on the domestic conversation that did not involve him. He hated being the third wheel in every situation.

“You overdid it again? Now what will we do with the extra food?”, Rose hints at you with his eyes locked directly at Izuru. 

“Izuru, do you like the food?”, you pick up on the cues and go straight to your target.

Izuru has barely touched the food because his stomach is in knots. “Of course. Why wouldn't I”, was his dry reply. 

“Perfect! Come for dinner tonight and help us finish the food!”, you suggest with a cheerful smile. You look over at Rose and he gives you another head nod. “Captain’s order!”

Izuru failed to realize he fell into a trap. For a while, he actively kept his distance and ignored his heart’s desires, trying to untangle free from those feelings—convincing himself they were nothing more but a fleeting phase. But he would never forget the day before the war when he caught sight of the gold engagement ring flashing on your finger.

The ring was an unspoken vow—a promise to survive the battle and return to your spouse, his Captain. It was at that moment that Izuru realized that his feelings were more than just a small crush. The ring on your finger almost shattered him in half and the war took care of the rest, leaving him empty and broken. 

——————-

Dinner was quick. Again, minimal chatter. You realize it isn't appropriate to discuss private family matters in front of Izuru. Best to just talk about work or the weather, which isn't enough to keep the conversation lively or engaging.

As dinner ends, Rose helps clear the table and walks into the kitchen with you. He took off his Captain Haori before dinner and pinned aside his messy blonde bangs to help wash the dishes while you prepare some tea. Well, the tea never got served.

Through the kitchen window, you notice Izuru walking out on you without a farewell or a thank you. The sound of giggles and soft chuckles from the kitchen told him all he needed to know—he had overstayed his welcome. 

“Izuru!”, you yell for him once you step outside. He didn't get too far so you know he heard you clearly, but he acts oblivious. 

“Hey! I know you heard me!”, you try again while chasing after him with teeth grinding and anger brewing inside you. 

He does not run. Instead, he walks at a steady pace as if he is carrying a heavy burden on his back. So you catch up with him very quickly.

You had enough of his sulking. You had put up with his gloomy attitude far too long and did not deserve the cold shoulder.

“Why are you pushing everyone out of your life? Is it self-pity or playing the victim? Because in case you didn't notice, we are all victims of this war”, you finally snap at him. Months of walking on eggshells had finally made your toes bleed. 

“Tell me that when you have a gaping hole in your chest”, he meant it both literally and figuratively.

“I lost my friends. People lost their families. I would take a hole in my chest any day rather than perish forever!” you reply, the hatred growing with your racing heartbeat and ragged breath.

“So you want a hole in your chest?”, he tests your resolve and steps forward, closing in the distance between you two.

You glare back at him, challenging him. Your eyes say it all. ‘You wouldn't dare’.

Izuru takes another step, and you follow by taking a step back to keep a distance. This pursuit continues for a few more strides before your back lands flat against a charred tree. You had never seen Izuru seething with rage, so you weren’t sure what might burst out from all that bottled-up anger. Best to keep your distance in case gravity decides to burden you. 

You are caged. He has you pinned against the hollow tree and you flinch when he lifts his fake right hand. You half expect a slap across your face but instead, his cold dead fingers rest under your chin. Your eyes quickly blink open only to find his face inches away from yours. His warm breath feels like fire against your skin. But the coldness in his eyes gives you the chills. Once upon a time, you could read past those tired weary eyes. But not anymore.

His fingers trace along your jaw before tipping your chin back, guiding your gaze upwards. His eyes are dead and subsequently it feels like his soul has withered away, like the gardens of Squad 3. 

“Only you can heal that hole”, he declares, pushing past his doubts. Before you can process and respond, your lips are already taken by his. 

The kiss is not an accident. It is a display of passion that has been suppressed for years. He worried about peace at the expense of his happiness. The moment his lips touched yours, time slowed down and morality had no place in his heart. 

You have no energy to push him away. Your body feels heavy from the overbearing emotions and conflict. His other hand is brave enough to be roaming all over the side of your rigid body. But his exploration doesn't last long. The brief moment of bliss is disrupted before he can savor it. 

He feels a tight grip on the back of his Shihakushō. Suddenly he is pried off your lips and separated from your body. You look up at your fiance, who is now dragging Izuru away from you and towards the house. It happened so fast that you did not get a chance to read his face. 

You run after them, chasing, because your Rose was walking like he was on a mission. You catch up to him and find Izuru thrown on the couch, the younger blonde has no willpower to fight back. He grasped the seriousness of his mistake but there were no regrets. He would gladly bear the consequences of his actions. 

Rose stands in front of the convict with both arms crossed across his chest. There was something very wrong with the picture that played before you. Rose didn't seem as upset as you thought he would be. He should be in a fury to have witnessed another man kissing his wife-to-be. Instead, he silently stands there, right foot tapping rhythmically to a song stuck in his head, not a single stress wrinkle on his perfectly symmetrical face. 

You walk behind Rose, placing your right hand on his relaxed shoulder. The silence brought out suspense, which was gnawing at you in the most nauseating way possible. So you were the first to break the stillness.

“Izuru was about to leave. I'm sure it was merely a kiss of farewell”, you try to defend your friend with a lame excuse that makes you look just as guilty. 

Izuru sat there, looking down at his feet, toes wiggling to make sure he was still awake and alive. He isn’t sure what awaits him. Neither are you.

Suddenly the tension in the room is pierced by a soft chuckle from your man. You look up at your fiance and sure enough, he is playing a giant smirk on his handsome face, laughing to his heart’s content. You cock an eyebrow, wondering what was so amusing about this situation. Was this one of those social experiments? Or worse, a prank?

Izuru is also baffled by his Captain’s reaction. He didn't expect his head to roll but there should be some repercussions for his audacious actions. 

“You alright hun?”, you ask, worried if the laughter was an act before the deadly climactic scene. 

Rose was a gentle soul but even so, he should be furious and enraged to see his Lieutenant kissing his partner. Instead, he is standing there wiping away tears of joy. 

“Follow me”, Rose finally broke out of the mad man laughter and began to walk towards the bedroom.

You pass Izuru a glance who is nervous for what awaits him.

As you enter the room with your confused but cautious friend, Rose quickly grabs your hand, pins you up against the wall and kisses you hard on the lips. You moan into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck to fully embrace him. With his hair out of his face, you could see the possessive look in his eyes. 

“This is how you kiss my lady”, he says after breaking away from the heated kiss. He turns to face Izuru and steps aside, making room for the younger man.

Izuru blinks a few times and looks at you. You shrug; unsure and confused. Was this a test? Both of you simply stand there, facing each other and looking dumbfounded, like two virgins unsure how to proceed. 

“We are set to marry in a month. I can't have you pining over a married woman. So whatever you have going on, release it now”, Rose explains in a very calm voice. He walked away to put on some music in the background that would lift the spirits. Music was life. And he never failed to find the right melody for the occasion. 

Once permission was granted, everything thereafter became a blur because all you craved was for Izuru to touch you in places he was never meant to touch. And your friend did not hesitate one bit, pinning you down on the bed and crawling on top of you, first undressing you with his eyes and then undressing you with his eager hands. 

He takes you in from head to toe, your raw beauty had him throbbing in his pants. The soft mattress, designed for only two, dips beneath Rose as he sits by your head, grasping your wrist– a silent reminder not to grow too attached to the man hovering above you.

Your body tingles and prickles up with goosebumps. Once Izuru is done eating you up with his eyes, his lips press up against your burning forehead. Small little kisses travel down your face and along your flushed cheeks and jaw. Your lips quiver with anticipation, and that is where he finally settles. His kisses aren’t deep, but soft smooches, lips smacking over and over again as he makes up for the lost years. Rose begins to draw soft little circles on the palm of your hand, ensuring you didn't completely lose yourself to another man.

His lips finally leave your face and trail down under your chin. Once his wandering lips reach your sensitive neck, it is game over. There was a growing ache between your legs and you craved some friction to ease the discomfort. With his knee planted between your legs, your body jerks upward, begging for more than just his lips. 

But Izuru was very much like your Rose. He liked to take his time to appreciate your body by worshipping every inch of skin. As blissful as it sounds, it was nothing but a torturous long ordeal for you.  

Luckily, Izuru was still inexperienced and could not wait any longer. He discarded his pants to the side but refused to expose his upper half in fear of judgement and he believed he was sparing you the grotesque view.

Not wanting to push him out of his comfort zone, you went along with it. As he aligns himself between your legs, stroking his cock with one hand while massaging the inside of your thighs with the other, Rose decides to intervene and pushes Izuru to the side so he can lead the show.

At this point, Izuru is growing frustrated and ready to throw a fit but Rose calmly places his index finger against his quivering lip. 

“Settle down, won't you? Lay on your back”, Rose commands him. 

He has no choice but to follow orders from his Captain, considering how he was borrowing his woman. So Izuru swallows his pride and stretches out on his back. Rose grabs your hand by the wrist and pushes you on top of the Lieutenant who is splayed out for you like an appetizer on a table. 

Izuru didn’t expect to feel his Captain's soft hands around his cock. It felt weird and awkward but surprisingly it made him throb under the warm touch. 

Rose pumps Izuru’s length a few times, watching the younger man squirm beneath while locking eyes with him. It doesn’t take long for precum to collect around the sensitive tip, which he evenly spreads out to give the membrane a nice glossy finish before he settles you down on it.

Once content with the preparations, Rose grabs your waist with his other hand and slowly guides you down onto Izuru’s erect cock. He closely watches another man’s dick penetrate and disappear deep inside your pussy.

Izuru let out a groan, the feeling of your soft walls hugging his length for the first (and probably last) time. Oh, he could just lay there and relish in the moment but instincts told him to start fucking. 

He is definitely impatient. There is no rhythm with Izuru’s thrusts as he greedily chases for his high, slapping his hips from underneath while you try to match his sloppy pace. His hands were firmly holding onto your waist, anchoring you on top so you wouldn’t slip away from his grasp. As you get comfortable with his cock and relinquish yourself to pleasure, you are suddenly put to another challenge.

You feel the delicate hand of your fiance come from behind and caress your spine. He trails his long fingers down your back and towards your bouncing ass. His other hand rests on the back of your head and he slowly guides your body forward and on top of Izuru’s chest. You quickly understand his motives and you happily follow his guidance. 

Izuru however had no idea how this was progressing. You press your chest up against Izuru, feeling the gap and rods through the fabric of his uniform. Rose had already stripped himself naked and showed no hesitation to proudly display the battle scars that tainted his torso. 

You hear some rustling as he prepares for the grand entrance. It wasn't your first time but the prep work was definitely necessary to avoid injuries and hurting you.

Izuru slowed down with his mindless thrusts so he could tilt his head sideways and see what Rose was scheming. But Rose’s face had disappeared behind your bubbly ass. A puff of warm breath tickled Izuru’s balls, causing him to suddenly flinch and tense up. 

You can’t help but let out a chuckle which quickly turns into an ugly moan. You feel your man’s tongue and fingers invade your tight entrance. You tremble and grab Izuru’s hand to ground yourself. 5 minutes felt like an eternity. Izuru can’t control himself either, occasionally humping himself into you, reminding his cock to stay alert. You tighten your walls around his cock, smothering it and the fingers that probed you. 

Eventually, Rose is satisfied with his handy work. The clueless man beneath you still could not comprehend the performance that was about to be showcased.

Rose aligns himself square against your twitching wet hole drooling with his spit. The melody changes in the background as if he were conducting the symphony, guiding it towards the next act. 

With your beautiful moans came the untethered groans below. Izuru could feel the invading fat girth next door, narrowing his own channel and choking his cock and increasing the resistance that came from within you.

Unlike Izuru, Rose had a perfect rhythm going to the beat. And with patience and practice, he guided Izuru through the same. “Follow the notes, Izuru”, he guided while slapping his hips in perfect harmony. 

Unfortunately, Izuru was the first to reach a premature climax, putting a damper on the performance. He couldn't tell if this was a wet dream or if he indeed was about to taint his friend’s womb. Before he could question his sanity, ropes of cum escape the spastic tip and paint your walls with the foreign seed. 

“I'm sorry!” Izuru apologizes, attempting to pull out mid-orgasm but Rose keeps your body securely in place with his weight from behind. 

No one seemed to care that Izuru just ejected his fertile seed into your womb. The show must go on. 

Rose pauses with his thrusts and grabs Izuru’s limp sensitive cock by the balls and pulls him out of you. He proceeds to pull his cock out of your unfavourable hole and quickly inserts himself into the well-used and freshly creamed pot, dragging Izuru’s thick seed further in. Messy wet sounds exude out of your sex with each thrust. Cum slowly drips down and pools onto its owner's slick thighs as he holds you firmly by the waist from below. 

You are sandwiched between two warm bodies. Neither one wants to let you go as you become an entangled mess on the bed. 

The pitch of your moans guides Rose to his next act. He can tell you are close so he quickened his pace. Izuru can feel your entire body jolt with each thrust as you tightly clutch onto his shoulders. 

A few more thrusts and you are fully stuffed like an eclair. Rose’s fresh hot cum washes away the old remnants from before, your convulsing walls gladly accepting the fresh load.

You collapse on top of the Lieutenant while Rose pulls himself out of your leaky pussy. A backflow of cum comes ejecting out to add to the messy concoction of fluids that had collected on Izuru’s thigh. 

Rose begins to clean up the mess. Izuru held you close against his warm chest while you recovered from the tag team production. Although this wasn’t what he expected, he had to admit he wouldn’t mind another round of it. 

Once you are all cleaned up, you stand up and drag Izuru off the bed so you can change the bedsheets. 

“Wait, that's it?” Izuru realized it was all over and he didn't get to savor the moment he had been yearning for years. If he knew he was going to be granted the opportunity to fuck you, he would have jerked off earlier so that he could last a little longer than 15 minutes. Now he wanted a do-over. 

Rose’s goal was to have Izuru get that sexual frustration out of his system and work out his feelings. Even though you were completely oblivious, he could see how much Izuru longed for you. 

But this whole ordeal had the opposite effect—it only made Izuru want you even more.

You see the disappointed look on Izuru’s face and hand him some blankets and a pillow, inviting him to stay the night and sleep in the spare room. It was hard not to notice his hard cock. You shake your head although you do take pride in having that effect on him. 

“What do you mean ‘that's it?’ What are you, a horny teenager? Get to bed. We got work tomorrow”, came your commanding voice, hiding a mischievous grin. 

———

A month later, you were married to the love of your life. It was a small celebration. Very few had gathered at the restored gardens of Squad 3. 

Izuru watches from afar as you hand your heart over to the Captain, binding your souls for all eternity. He feels a heaviness in his chest although he spent days mentally rehearsing for this moment. His external wounds were slowly healing but the internal ones continued to fester. The memories of that particular night was enough to open up a new wound. Such a cruel way to say your goodbyes. 

The newlyweds were now enjoying a nice picnic in the garden. Everyone said their congratulations and goodbyes. Izuru is the last one to sulk around and you spot him from the corner of your eyes as you lay down the picnic blanket. He walks over, handing you a small wedding gift, a gold necklace with a marigold flower pendant dangling from the chain.

“Thank you! It’s beautiful!”, you reply and turn around so he can fasten the clasp. “Want to join us for a picnic? I made more than usual. You know me, always cooking for a village”, you say with a hidden sly smirk he could not see because you had your back turned.

Izuru felt a wave of nausea wash over him. Every night he had been reliving that intimate moment that played repetitively in his head until his wrists grew tired. 

Rose sneaks up behind Izuru and casually rests his arm across his shoulders while addressing you. “You overdid it again, sweetheart? Now what will we do with the extra food?” 

There was a moment of silence as Izuru was expected to step in and say his part.

“Sure. I’ll join you two for dinner”, Izuru replies, purposefully falling for the same trap twice. 

(a/n: My initial ending was very sad. But i cant. I love writing comedy and sassy stuff. So I’m not upset about it. BUT if the ending wasn’t clear, let me know or interpret it as you desire!) 

Bleach Men and their favorite Positions (18+) ꨄ︎

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

featuring: kenpachi zaraki, mayuri kurotsuchi, shunsui kyoraku, grimmjow jaegerjaquez, shinji hirako, aizen sosuke

Kenpachi Zaraki - The Hanging Garden ꨄ︎

We all know Kenpachi is a big Man and a big Man always wants to show their dominance and strength over their woman. So there is no surprise that Kenpachi loves to fuck you as he stands tall, while he holds you up firmly by your ass with his strong hands, your legs wrapped around his waist. That Position gives him and his cock the perfect angle to thrust into your Pussy mercilessly and roughly, showing you that you are just a little doll in his strong beefy arms. He would fuck you till he pumps his heavy load of cum deep into your womb and even after that he wouldn’t stop.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi - Doggystyle ꨄ︎

Mayuri loves to fuck you from behind while you are on all fours, head pressed against the pillows. Grabbing you roughly by your ass, slamming his hips and cock into you deeply until you can feel a bulge building inside your tummy. He loves to smack your jiggly ass while it bounces back and forth on his cock, his long nail teasingly playing with your other hole. Mayuri loves to spit down on your pussy while he fucks you even faster, as he loves the sounds you both made together and he loves it even more when you squirt all over his cock.

Shunsui Kyoraku - Cowgirl ꨄ︎

This Man obviously loves when you ride him. He is lazy as fuck and he loves nothing more to sit back and let you do your thing. Bouncing on his hard cock up and down, holding you by your hips, cocky smile on his face as he watches every fucking reaction from you. Shunsui would play teasingly with your clit, as he sees you ride him even faster all desperately for your and his release. Funny thing? You thought he would be to lazy for a round two? No not all, his stamina is absolutely endlessly and you riding him was only a foreplay to him.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez - Full Nelson ꨄ︎

We talked about this before. Legs lifted up in the air, hands tightly behind your neck while he slams his throbbing cock deep up into your sore pussy. Grimmjow is a menace, wanting to always show you that you and your pussy only belongs to him. And what shows it better than pistoning roughly into your womb while you can’t even fucking move? That and the massive fill of cum you get after it.

Shinji Hirako - Missionary ꨄ︎

Yeah, missionary sounds pretty boring but not with Shinji. Oh hell no, not with him. Intense eye contact while he folds you and molds you like he wants to. Deep slow thrusts into your squelching wet pussy. Sounds heavenly and is heavenly. He knows how to hit your sweet spot nice and slowly while he has you in a mean matting press and making you see stars with that slow but amazing pace.

Aizen Sosuke - Reverse Cowgirl ꨄ︎

Aizen loves when you ride him, especially in reverse style. He loves the view he‘s getting from your ass bouncing up and down on his cock. He would guide your movements sometimes to show you he has still dominance over you. The best part? When he slams you roughly down on his cock, holding you on it while he stuffs your insides with his white paint of sweet cum.

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SHINJIIIII IM READY TO GET PUNISHED

🍭 Warning: Messy smut of all kind. Sorry. A lot of oral and pussy eating. nsfw.

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

🍭 Victims: Kenpachi, Shunsui, Byakuya, Kensei, Shinji, Mayuri, Rose

Post-meeting briefing below.

Kenpachi: Shoves the taunting lollipop up your pussy, twirling it around and making sure the sugary sticky syrup thoroughly coats your inner walls before pulling it out and shoving his face between your thighs. He loves his sweets and he loves a sweet dripping pussy. As he is devouring his sweet fountain, he slaps your clit with the round hard candy, forcing you to cum and squirt a sweet release all over his face. A sticky mess you have made on his empty desk. But not to worries. That is the only purpose of that desk that usually sits abandoned in his office.

Shunsui: Shunsui is a very patient man. He waits till the evening to give you exactly what you want— a taste of his cock. He reclines back against a wall while lounging on the porch, sipping away on some sake, the nightly breeze lifts up his spirit. Sucking and slurping sound pollutes the peaceful night. With your head resting on his lap, your lips are wrapped and sealed around his cock. In his other hand he holds a lollipop, offering it to you as a treat every so often to cleanse your palate in-between.

Byakuya: He isn't impressed with your antics. You give him a headache in more than one place. And so to ease that headache, he takes you to his private office and orders you to get on your knees. He pulls out his achy head from his pants and you quickly kiss the tip and all along the veiny length, mimicking your previous actions. He gathers a bunch of your hair and tugs on your head, guiding you to where you belong. Keeping your head in place, he uses your mouth as a massager, your gags and chokes constricting your throat and milking his cock. Eventually his headache is gone and you leave his office with a mouthful of delight.

Kensei: Lays on the office floor and pulls you ontop of him and 69’s your greedy ass. You suck on his hard throbbing cock that slaps your lips, eagerly taking responsibility for your actions. Using his powerful jaw muscles, he pulls the hard round candy off from the stick. With the candy in his mouth, he spits and shoves the spherical treat between your folds, thrusting his tongue to push it deep within the depths of your pulsating walls. And for the next hour he tries to lick and dig, aiming to get the candy smaller and smaller until it’s reduced to nothing but a soup of sticky arousal trickling down your tired twitching hole.

Shinji: He grabs the lollipop from your mouth once the meeting is over and sticks it between his teeth. While sucking on the candy, he spins you around and bends you over on top of his desk. His dick is ready to punish you. Pounding you from behind at a steady pace, he slaps your ass everytime you let out a moan, reminding you that this is a punishment that you should not be enjoying. He picks up the pace, still sucking away on that cursed lollipop that had him almost cream his pants during the meeting. Finally reaching his peak, he fills you up with his warm seed while something thick and gooey fills up his mouth. A surprise sour gush filling has him making a face mid-orgasm.

Mayuri: Of course your teases have no effect on him. However, he must put you in your place considering how you were not paying attention during the meeting. Once the meeting ends, he calls you in his office for a routine medical checkup. During the examination, he pushes a thicker cylindrical-shaped lollipop up your sex and uses Kido so you cannot pull it out of your hole until it naturally melts with your body heat. Which means you cannot sit down on your ass the entire day as it would unexpectedly stimulate those deep sweet spots, sweeter than candy itself.

How long does it take for it to melt? 36 hours of standing and walking around with icky sticky thighs.

Rose: It wasn't your actions but sounds you made that got to him. Sucking wet sounds tickled his ears while he ran through the meeting. Only be could hear you. Only he was subjected to your torturous tease. He tried to maintain his composure and once he had you all to himself, he unleashed his creativity. He had you blindfolded and nose pinched so you could rely only on the sounds and tastes. No sight. No scent. No touch as your hands were tied up. He had you tasting different flavours and textures of candy. You had to make a guess on the flavours that excited your taste buds. Everytime you were incorrect, he would turn up the dial of the vibrator that was stuffed up your hole. The intensity had reached 90%. Drool was trickling down your chin along with a mixture of all the sweets he had you tasting. With the grand finale pushing past your mouth and stretching your lips wide, you taste the most favorable and familiar flavor of them all. Your reward? A mouthful of cream.

Full Nelson x Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez ꨄ︎

Imagine Grimmjow fucking you in a full nelson position. I just know that would be one of his favorite positions to fuck you in and show his dominance over you.

Holding your legs up in the air, while his veiny hands are behind your neck. He would thrust up into you poor abused cunt mercilessly, at a pace that would almost made you pass out. His movements are sloppy and desperate, as he growls lowly into your ear, leaving some red hickeys on your neck, claiming you as his own. Roughly he pistons deep into your pussy, hitting your sweet spot and just fucking you dumb and stupid.

,,Daddy‘s gonna fill you up pretty good my lil kitty‘‘

His words were enough to make you gush uncontrollably on his glistening cock again for atleast the third time. Followed by a sloppy deep mean thrust of his own, he coated your insides with his load of cum, leaving you stuffed and utterly satisfied. He plants a wet kiss on your lips as he strokes your cheek tenderly smiling.

,,How about you ride my cock now? I wanna see that pretty face of yours when i‘ll make my kitty cum again.‘‘

Kenpachissluut ꨄ︎

here i go being horny on the tl again 🫣

Question? How would the Quincy men perform oral sex? Would they be rough, gentle, fast, slow, etc?

A/N: I contemplated on writing for Uryu and Jugram again, since I had their response in NSFW headcanons, but I gave another response. More content for you all.

𝐘𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐜𝐡 — calm, precise and utterly overpowering. He wouldn't rush. He’d drag his tongue in slow, deliberate strokes, savouring every tremble and moan, maintaining unwavering eye contact as if reading and controlling every reaction. His beard would only add to the stimulation, brushing over sensitive areas like a constant teasing presence. He wouldn’t just use his tongue—his fingers would press, stretch, and grip, making sure you had no room to escape his attention.

𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 — would be deeply attentive, treating oral as an art of discipline. He wouldn't rush, instead ensuring every flick, suck, and press of his tongue delivered the most precise pleasure possible. His focus would be intense, blue eyes locked onto you as if you were the only thing in existence. His hands would be firm, keeping you steady as he worked his tongue in slow strokes before shifting into something more intense—sucking, nipping, and humming in a way that sent vibrations deep into your core. Jugram wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied that he had wrung every drop of pleasure from you, leaving you trembling and breathless beneath him.

𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 — would make oral into a game—slow, teasing, and playful, dragging it out far longer than necessary just to see how much you could take. He’d start with featherlight flicks, smirking at every twitch and whimper, dragging out anticipation until you were begging for more. His tongue would be dangerously skilled, switching between gentle licks and deep, drawn-out sucks, making sure to pause just when things got unbearable. He’d hum against you lazily, the vibrations enough to push you closer to the edge, only for him to pull back with a knowing chuckle. But once he got serious? His tongue would be relentless, switching between devastating precision and deep licks until he had you falling apart beneath him. And he’d love every second of it.

𝐁𝐚𝐳𝐳-𝐁 — wild, relentless, and absolutely filthy. He wouldn’t hold back, diving in with deep, messy licks, groaning into you as if he couldn't get enough. His hands would be gripping your thighs and hips as he ate you out like a man starving, tongue moving in quick, heated strokes, pressing, flicking, and swirling with raw passion. He wouldn’t care about pacing—he’d want you crying out, trembling, hands fisting in his hair as he worked you over again and again. He’d growl against you, the vibrations only heightening the sensation, and he wouldn’t stop until his face was soaked, until you were left breathless, trembling, and utterly spent.

𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐞𝐧 — would treat oral like a task to be executed with flawless precision. He wouldn’t bother with teasing, going straight into deep, languid strokes of his tongue that had you falling apart before you even realised what hit you. His pace would be slow but thorough, every movement designed to extract the maximum response with minimal effort. He wouldn’t react to desperate whimpers or moans, keeping his composure even as his tongue worked relentlessly, but he would take in every shudder, every gasp, using that knowledge to craft his art. And the worst part? He wouldn’t even gloat about it—he’d simply wipe his mouth, adjust his glasses, and act as if he hadn’t just ruined you completely

𝐔𝐫𝐲𝐮 — would be surprisingly skilled. He’d start slow, mapping out every sensitive spot with delicate licks, carefully gauging each reaction before honing in on what made you gasp the loudest. His tongue would be accurate, flicking in controlled motions, his lips sealing around you to suck with just the right amount of pressure. He’d take pride in making you unravel, watching their body twitch under his careful attention, never letting up until he had you completely at his mercy. He might not seem like the type to enjoy being messy, but once he got lost in the moment, he’d revel in the way you writhed beneath him, taking quiet satisfaction in the fact that he could break you with nothing but his tongue.

TW: smut, we all know Kisuke a freak :P

Kisuke's shy s/o who he'd been pleading with to sit on his face for some time now, you thought tonight may be the the night that you've worked up enough courage to agree to it.

"Kisuke?" You approached him timidly.

"Hm?" He was only half paying attention, busy at work on something in his shop.

Here it goes. Fear caught the words in your throat, but you forced it down, swallowing hard. "Would you want to try that thing you've been mentioning?" Hesitation, and then, "you know, sit - sitting on your face?"

At the sound of that, he perked up, nearly letting what he was doing clatter to the ground. After almost dropping a handful of gadgets, he carelessly tossed them aside, turning his body square with yours. "Right now? You're serious?"

You took a step back. "If you're too busy-"

He grabbed your waist, pulling you back in. "Never too busy for you, sweet cheeks." He grinned. "Especially if it's for that. I'm just a little surprised. What made you finally come around to the idea?" He was swaying you in his hold, his tone flirtatious, setting butterflies loose in your stomach (and pussy).

You shrugged. "It makes me nervous, but I want to try it. I can't be a scaredy cat forever, can I?"

"Cutie," Kisuke mused, dipping his head to nuzzle his nose against yours, his hat poking your head. He took it off and held it to his chest earnestly. "You have nothing to fear. I'm gonna make it worth your while. You know I will, yeah?"

"Mhm." You nodded, reminiscing on your previous escapades with him. He never fell short of satisfying you, that's for sure. You simply worried you weren't going to be enough for him. Or too much.

But to be so insecure with your goofy, eccentric, open-minded boyfriend, it was nonsense. You weren't going to let it dictate your experiences, especially when there were so many delicious ones to be had.

"Let's quit wasting time hangin' around here then." He whisked you inside, headed for the bedroom, unable to contain his eagerness.

This wasn't your first tango with Kisuke. You comfortably got undressed with him, ending up bare in his lap, drooling into his mouth at the feeling of your flesh against his, your curves soft amongst his chiseled figure. Everything was going fine, and you were dripping without even needing him to touch you down there. Everything was going fine until he was pulling away from your lips and laying back, getting into position.

Your mind immediately started to conjure worst case scenarios; suffocating him, injuring his neck, anything and everything that absolutely wouldn't happened but that still held so much power over you. It made you want to back out, to change your mind. Seeing him look up at you with that lazy smile that was so different from the panic settling into your features, panic that was quickly dissolving your pleasure, made you climb out of his lap and kneel at his side, covering your chest.

"Uh oh." He raised his eyebrows. "What's going on?"

"You're sure it won't be too much?" You fretted, arms curling tighter around yourself. "I won't be too heavy?"

"Don't worry about me." He laid a hand on your thigh, giving it an affectionate squeeze. "I think I'm definitely more excited for this than you are," he chuckled, gesturing to his hardening cock.

It was enough to make you giggle for a moment, but as soon as you were looking back at his handsome face, worrying about being on top of it, you couldn't budge.

"I can handle it just fine, angel," he continued to talk you down from your anxiety gently, though you could sense his patience was running thin with the way he groped your thigh. "Don't look so worried. Just relax and enjoy it. Can you do that for me?"

You sighed, too quiet for him to hear. "I'll do my best."

"As will I. I don't think you'll have an issue once we get into it." He smirked suggestively.

You still didn't move, brows crinkled and mouth pulled into a frown.

In his expectant stare, you could see the gears turning in his head. Kisuke thought back to the first few times you laid with him, how you were just as shy and reluctant. He'd gotten you out of your comfort zone before, and he could do it again. "Want me to get the lights?"

You nodded eagerly. A little darkness could definitely help. That way you wouldn't have to see clearly how vulgar your thighs looked around his head.

"You got it, pretty." He shot up and gave you a rushed kiss on the cheek before bouncing off of the bed, hitting the lights and plunging the room into darkness, nothing but the moonlight to guide the way.

You dropped your arms back to your sides, breathing a little easier as Kisuke got back into bed, resuming his position. There was a peacefulness, a safety that came with the darkness at a time like this. Your racing heart was slowing. You climbed back over him, straddling his lap, stealing some more kisses before it came time to place another pair of lips on his.

He was groaning impatiently, trying to keep his hips down from grinding up into yours. You lifted your head and started to crawl upwards, attempting to smoothly transition into the deed. You dared a glimpse down at Kisuke, who was smiling like a kid in a candy store.

"Ready?" You giggled at him.

"So fucking ready baby." He snaked his hands around your thighs.

You inhaled sharply, closing the distance and lowering yourself down.

You hadn't put your full weight down yet. His nuzzling into you from below, warm, wet tongue delving into your folds, was a shocking jolt to your system. You gasped and twitched, subconsciously lifting away slightly, running from his tongue.

"All the way down," he ordered from beneath you, his deep voice vibrating through your core.

"But-!"

His fingers dug into your thighs, a silent warning. He wasn't a punishing lover by any means, but he made it known that he didn't like to be disobeyed.

You worried for him, but orders were orders. You sank down, finally fully sitting on his face. He hummed contentedly below you, going back to making out with your soaking cunt.

Your nerves were quickly replaced by your pleasure, and sitting atop him now, it felt silly to ever be afraid of doing such a thing. This was Kisuke. Where you were now felt like where you were always meant to be with him. You had thought it unnatural, but with his tongue diving in and out of you, you felt closer to nature than ever, an animalistic desire springing to life from within.

He devoured you with that same wild energy, a predator sucking the life from its prey. Your whimpers and pants fueled him to suck your clit and tongue-fuck you hungrily. It was his personal heaven to have you on top, but still his little plaything, making a mess on his face, but still a mess yourself, losing control when you normally held onto such a thing with a vise grip. He liked to be able to take care of you in this way. It was everything he imagined and more.

Your own mind was blown, waves of pleasure racking through your body. Without meaning to, you caught yourself rolling your hips against his face, stopping and stilling out of decency. But Kisuke didn't want you to be decent. He was blindly fumbling for your hip, pulling on you to encourage you to keep riding his face, to use him to seek out your own pleasure. With his permission, you continued to hump his mouth, white-knuckling the headboard for support. He was humming and groaning against you, sending new waves scattering through your torso.

Your thighs were trembling around his head, upper body falling forward as you struggled to keep upright. The longer he relentlessly carried on, the more desperate you became, tugging on his blonde locks, dragging your slick against his lips with fervor. He never once let up, even as you drenched the entirety of his mouth, chin, his stubble, everywhere. If he was struggling, he didn't let it show in the slightest, taking it like a man.

Heat and pressure churned in your abdomen, making you sweat and taking the sense out of you. You had been reborn, an entirely different person from the one you were earlier. The shy girl had been replaced by one who was crying loudly and shamelessly, fucking her boyfriend's face with a longing to cum. It made Kisuke's own private area twitch, his tip swollen and leaky, imagining the feel of your sopping cunt around it. His hips were lifting on their own accord, flinching each time you sobbed out a moan. It was agony and ecstasy at the same time, feeling your pussy throb against his tongue, hearing you approaching your climax, but denying his cock the experience.

Your body shuddered and weakened with your orgasm, arms hanging like jelly against the headboard. So as not to suffocate him completely by falling over him, you dismounted from your position atop his head, unceremoniously collapsing at his side with a mess between your legs. His face was even worse, glistening with your essence as he gasped for air, but he was smiling stupidly, triumphantly, drunk off of your pussy.

"My cutie scaredy cat," he said huskily with labored breaths. "You did so good."

You melted at his praise, snuggling into him and whining shyly into his neck. "Felt so good, Kisuke," you mumbled. "Thank you for taking such good care of me. It wasn't too difficult for you?"

"Difficult? You kiddin' me?" He chuckled smugly. "That's my new happy place, so I hope you're not pretending that you enjoyed it. We'll be having a lot more of that now that you're acquainted with it."

"Oh, I think I'm more than acquainted." You laughed elatedly. "Maybe next time I'll let you leave the lights on."

"Good. Want to get a good view of my pretty lady and her pretty pussy." He winked.

The way he said it with such casualness, it made you want to give him that view right now. Your eyes drifted down to his dick, still somewhat hard and neglected.

"Have energy for round two?" You were surprised to hear yourself say. It was your pussy talking for sure. "I can turn the lights on and get back on top," you suggested. "But this time, I can give you some help with that." You nodded towards his length.

Kisuke easily picked up what you were putting down, eyes widening, he couldn't be more excited that he was going to have you sitting on his face twice in one night and once in the 69 position. He groaned and cursed under his breath. "You're killin' me. Of course I've got energy for round two. Just don't be surprised if I cum quick. He's been through a lot already." He gestured between his thighs.

"We can make it a fun little game." You grinned deviously. "Who can make the other cum first?"

"Oh, you're on, sweets. You'd better be careful what you wish for, though."

TW: SMUUUT 🗣️, Grimmy gets pretty rough, a little bit of degradation, breeding, the works :D

Grimmjow couldn't stand you.

You were a brat if there ever was one and far too comfortable speaking to him with disrespect on a daily basis. He couldn't stand you, but every time you spoke to him brazenly, mocked him, taunted him, and infuriated him, it made him want to stuff that big mouth of yours with his cock. He couldn't stand you, but if and when he got the chance, he was going to show you what he did to brats like you. He didn't need to like you to fuck you good and hard like you deserved.

He was already annoyed enough today, and there you were, as usual, saying something to piss him off even more. "Hey, quick question, do you ever stop talking?"

His eyes widened, anger flaring like scorching blue flames. You enjoyed just how easy it was to get under his skin. He was so simple, fists clenching at his sides before one of them slammed on the table in front of you. "What did you just say?! Who the hell do you think you are?!"

"I guess that means no," you sighed, suppressing an amused grin.

The truth was, you liked riling him up and did so intentionally. You liked watching the veins swell in his hands, arms and forehead because it was hot. He was hot. Watching him get mad had you fantasizing about just how roughly he'd manhandle you, how he'd meanly bully his cock into your tight cunt, how he'd have you crying and gagging on it. You weren't going to stop pushing his buttons until he was undoing yours.

"You're lucky I don't hit girls," he growled, his hands twitching, clenching and unclenching as if he was currently resisting the urge.

"That's too bad," you said, smirking lazily.

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Later, he proved to be a liar. He was hitting you, his hand coming down hard over and over again to smack your ass as he drilled into you from behind. He still didn't know how to stop talking, though you didn't mind it much now, clenching around him while he yanked you up by your hair to spew filth directly into your ear.

"Not so cocky now, are you? Huh?" He panted, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. "Where's that smirk, little girl? Your snide comments? Haven't you got anything to say?"

You couldn't reply, not with how cruelly he was pounding into you, his tip striking hard and deep, as furious as he was. All you could do was moan and whine dumbly. You may have bested him with your words earlier, but in the bedroom, he'd definitely won, just the way you wanted him to.

"That's what I thought," he laughed when you didn't respond. "Can't handle my fat cock and talk back to me at the same time. You're too busy making a mess of my sheets and whining like a bitch."

He threw you back into the mattress, pinning you down with his weight as his hips snapped against your ass. He thought he was teaching you a lesson, but it was your personal heaven, getting caged in by his big biceps and having your pussy ruined by his throbbing length. You could hardly breathe, suffocating under his weight, head under water with nothing but the sound of his grunts and growls right into your ear. You thought it'd be a pleasant way to die.

Then he suddenly left you, and before you had the chance to mourn the loss of his heat and fullness in between your legs, he was manhandling you onto your back, folding you into a mating press and fucking back into you, smirking maliciously at your dumbfounded expression.

"I want to see what you look like when you cum all over my cock," he snarled in explanation before wrapping his hand around your neck to hold you in place. "Maybe I'll fill you up. You want that, slut?"

"Yes!" You choked out, eyes rolling back as he stretched your legs to their max, going impossibly deeper inside you than he had been. Each thrust felt like a shock to your system, a terrifying yet exciting loss of control of your body.

He was shamelessly staring at himself thrusting in and out of you, at your tits bouncing, and at the tears leaking out of your eyes. It made him go feral, the sight of your defeat. He knew you were all talk, so outspoken yet so easy to break. It was music to his ears how pathetic you sounded. Now he just needed you squirting all over him before he unleashed his load into you. Only then would it truly be his victory.

He knew by the high-pitched squeals and whines you were making that you were close, and so he stayed focused and didn't hold back, maintaining his brutal pace until your legs were trembling, glassy eyes squeezing shut and loud mouth crying out as if you were being tortured. He lowered himself against you, fucking you through your orgasm as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, holding him to his word that he would fill you up. Moments later, he did, biting your neck and groaning into it as he twitched inside of you, shooting thick, white ropes of his seed into your walls. He pulled out to watch it leak out of you, mesmerized by how cute your bratty pussy was with his juices oozing out.

He collapsed at your side. He'd finally bested you, finally taught you a lesson, and you'd finally learned just how good of a fuck he was. You stressed him out, but he had finally taken that stress out on you. For the first time in a while, he felt at ease, one could even say peaceful. Your body and your energy was a much needed break for his nervous system, and he was starting to discover a newfound appreciation for you as you quietly came down from your high beside him.

He watched you carefully as you rose from his bed, excusing yourself to clean up the mess between your legs. He chuckled to himself as he watched you limp away, like a fawn attempting to walk for the first time. He supposed you were actually pretty cute.

No. It made him start to worry when you were taking a long time in his bathroom, wondering if you'd come back and get dressed to go. It wasn't like it was often he got to just lay there, skin to skin with another person. No one touched him unless it was in battle or in a sexual way, and now he found himself yearning for your body against his again, in a more gentle way this time.

He pretended to look unbothered when you finally came back, pretended that he wasn't elated when you took your place back in his bed, curling up next to him.

You decided to be nice to him just this once. "That was amazing," you complimented, pressing a quick kiss to the side of his mouth that made him freeze. "Thank you."

He felt irritated again, though he couldn't figure out why. "Are you fucking with me?" He glared at you.

"No," you responded calmly. "If I was lying, I wouldn't be on the verge of passing out right now," you giggled tiredly. "I came so hard I'm exhausted."

You yawned, and it gave Grimmjow a funny feeling in his chest. He yanked the blankets up over your naked form. "Get some sleep then." You could tell he found it difficult to be affectionate. It was kind of cute in its own weird way.

You draped an arm over his chest anyway, pushing him out of his comfort zone. "You gonna sleep with me?"

"Doesn't seem like you're giving me much of a choice," he grumbled.

You pressed sleepy kisses into his jaw, smiling against him as you felt his body soften beneath you. "No, I'm not. I like to cuddle after."

"Damn brat." He aggressively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against him and holding your hip. "You better not snore."

You gasped, a wide, almost painful smile spreading on your lips over the fact that this grumpy arrancar was seriously snuggling you. "Me? A lady? Never!"

"Yeah, yeah. I hear you snore once and I'm tossing you off the side of the bed." You doubted the hand currently caressing your torso would be used to throw you off the bed.

"You're such a gentleman."

"I am, letting you stink up my bed like this." He grinned, adjusting his body so that you could press into him more comfortably.

"Stop being mean to me, I'm soft!" You pouted playfully.

"You? Don't make me laugh." He murmured against your head.

You smiled contentedly, letting your eyes rest, finally having him where you wanted him. "Okay, I'm going to bed now, so kiss my forehead and tell me goodnight."

"You're a real piece of work," he groaned, as if he wasn't dying for an excuse to press his lips to you.

He did exactly that, bringing his mouth to your temple more gently than you ever could imagine him doing and pulling you impossibly closer before saying, "goodnight, princess."

"Goodnight, my prince."

He would've cringed, had anyone else said it, but hearing you call him your prince, he swore he could feel his heart growing. He didn't know he even had one before you. He was glad you were starting to doze off, glad that you didn't witness his cheeks flushing with admiration.

Grimmjow still couldn't stand you, only now because it was gonna be a real pain in the ass dealing with these feelings he had for you.

I'm barking and howling fr

ੈ✩‧₊˚🥂ੈ✩‧₊˚ New Year's Temptation ੈ✩‧₊˚🥂ੈ✩‧₊˚

Shinji Hirako x reader

CW: MDNI, nsfw, smut, glove kink, fingering, edging, oral fingering, established relationship, fem! reader (shinji calls reader a good girl)

WC: 1,222

Notes: I kept seeing fan art of his New Year's outfit in Bleach Soul Puzzle and it has reignited the glove kink in me. So, of course, I had to write something even though we're half way through January now. If you've yet to see any of the fanart, I implore you to check them out! I'm not going to repost art, but here are a couple links to the fanart I had in mind while writing -> 1 and 2

You hadn’t expected your New Year’s to turn out like this. You were supposed to be enjoying all of the festivities that the Seireitei had to offer, spending quality time with Shinji and your friends. But here you are, a quivering and whimpering mess, all because of some gloves.

Those damn gloves.

You had finished getting ready to go out first, smoothing down the cloth on the long sleeves of your elegant furisode as you waited for Shinji to finish. When he had stepped out dressed in a colorful haori hakama set while pulling on some black silk gloves, you had paused, entranced with the way his lithe fingers flexed and stretched with the movement. When he caught you staring—because of course he had, ever perceptive as always—his face immediately split into a cocky grin. You knew that the second he gave you that look, you wouldn’t be going out anymore, you’re fate sealed.

He had sauntered over to you, whispering sweet nothings in a seductive voice, kissing you fervently and tempting you until eventually, he had his hands all over you, running up and down your body and touching your most sensitive parts to have you soaking wet for him.

You jolt, brought back to the present as one of his hands, still gloved, pumps into you and presses against a particular spot that has you trembling. You clutch onto the light green cloth of his haori to steady yourself as his other hand slides up your abdomen toward your chest, the smooth silk of the glove tickling your skin. He had pulled your obi free and opened your kimono, laying you bare to the cool air of your shared living space.

Shinji’s fingers brush against the spot again, a small yelp leaving your lips as you squeeze tight around him. He grins widely at your reaction as he keeps his pace, stretching your dripping pussy with his gloved fingers. You're tingling all over as he continues to prod at your g-spot, feeling your orgasm coming. All you need is a little more pressure, so you jerk your hips into him, hoping that he’ll understand what you want; you don’t want to give him the smug satisfaction of hearing you beg for it because you know you’ll never hear the end of it if you do.

His thumb grazes against your clit making you gasp from the pleasurable sensation as you reach closer to your high but instead of repeating the motion, Shinji simply pulls his hand away from you. Your eyebrows draw together as you bite your lip in frustration, your building release fading away from you.

“Hm? What’s that look for?” He’s smirking deviously. “Isn’t this what ya wanted?” He tugs on his gloves, making sure they’re snug before examining the slick damp spots on the hand that had just been knuckle-deep inside of you. It’s like he’s putting on a show for you, exaggerating the way he turns his slender hands this way and that to get a good look at the mess you had made of them.

His brown eyes level with yours, a playful glimmer in them as he smirks at the enthralled expression on your face; your eyes are half-lidded and dazed, lips parted as you pant slightly. “Am I wrong? Is this not what ya wanted?” You watch as he leans slightly further back from you, tilting his head in a questioning manner, his short silky hair falling with the movement as he teases you. Shinji cups the side of your face, running his thumb delicately over your bottom lip which was more plump than usual from all of the heated kissing you had done earlier. “Show me what ya want.” He whispers, voice dropping to take on an even more seductive tone.

Still immensely frustrated at the loss of pleasure and from his teasing antics, you decide to just listen to him, knowing that if you don’t he’ll edge you even more and you’re too worked up to want that at the moment. You had been so close to your release that you would do anything to get the feeling back.

You reach for his wrist and guide his hand back down to your slick folds, pushing your hips against him and urging him to continue. A pleased expression crosses his face, his sly smirk stretching wider. “Good girl.” You’re still so wet from his previous touch that his clothed fingers slide back into you easily. A combination of a delighted sigh and moan slips past your lips and he uses the opportunity to slide the thumb that had been prodding against your lip into your mouth.

Turned on, you wrap your lips around the digit, sucking as he presses gently against your tongue. He sucks in a sharp breath of air, eyes clouding over in a dazed lust as he lazily pumps his other hand in and out of you. “How naughty of ya…” his voice is shaky as his usual cunning demeanor starts to falter. He slides his thumb out of your mouth, replacing it with his middle and forefinger and you repeat the same motion. The wet heat of your mouth soaks into the cloth on his fingers as you continue running your tongue along them, sucking. 

It seems like he’s had enough of the gloves, at least on one of his hands, as he pulls it away from your core quickly. He uses his teeth to pull off the now completely soaked piece of clothing off of his hand before promptly sliding his fingers back into you. He groans in a low voice, now able to feel your slick walls as they squeeze around him while his fingers fuck into you. Your arousal builds as he nudges against that one spot much like he did earlier when he was teasing you only now he doesn’t relent, repeatedly pushing against it.

The palm of his hand presses onto your clit firmly, grinding against it in time with his thrusting digits. With the added friction it only takes a few more strokes to push you over the edge. You cum, moaning around his fingers in your mouth and clenching tightly around his hand as he slowly pumps into you to draw out your release.

When he pulls away after a minute he examines his hand again, admiring your slick arousal that cotes his thin fingers before smirking at you mischievously. “Didn’t know ya had a glove kink, darlin’! Remind me to wear them more often!”

Your face heats up, embarrassed by the fact that he clocked your kink before you even had the chance to realize you had it. “No, I don’t!” He arches a thin eyebrow in disbelief, gesturing with his wet hand toward you for emphasis as you drip onto the end table he had pushed you onto earlier. “Don’t look at me like that! Ugh, you are so insufferable.” You huff with a pout, crossing your arms over your chest and looking off to the side.

“Ya know ya like it.” He snickers in amusement and there’s that shit-eating grin back on his face. You just sigh, unable to stop the smile that starts to form on your lips. He may be insufferable but that’s what you love about him after all.

Feed us some shinji smut (and angst) 😻😻😻🙏🙏🙏🙏😭😭😭😭

All I have now are wilted flowers.

Starring: Shinji Hirako x f!reader; Aizen Sosuke x f!reader (platonic relationship);

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, angst, betrayal, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, morally grey reader, turn back the pendolum arc, blood, manipulative reader, toxic behavior, psychological manipulation (Aizen vexing the reader), unhealthy codependency (the reader is deeply attached to Aizen);

Plot: looking back at your relationship with Captain Hirako, you could not help but ask yourself: was it ever really love, if the night your brother supposedly sacrificed him, you did not step in to save him?

Luscious, silky strands resembling the warm rays of the sun curtained you off from the rest of the world. His breath was labored, his jaw clenched and his slender fingers were digging into the tender flesh of your wrists with such a brutal force you would have not been surprised to spot crescent marks on them the following day. You drove him crazy. When you were around, the Captain of the Fifth Division stopped flaunting and dropped to his knees to worship every inch of your skin. You made him desperate for your attention.

And you loved it.

The formal power imbalance between you two was actually reversed. You were the fourth seat of his Division, he was your Captain, he should have held some kind of authority over you. Sadly, he did not. You had him wrapped around your finger, crawling to you like a madman, begging you for nights of passion in his chambers. You were his safe haven.

And now, as you let him smash his lips against yours, tongue lapping at your mouth to open it, you knew damn well who was in control between you two.

“You know, I can’t wait to replace your surname with mine. — he uttered, hands skimming down your abdomen to reach your core, pressed against his knee — Mrs. Hirako sounds pretty good, don’t you think?” he crooned, moaning at the sight of your juices leaking over his rotula. You were a sight to behold.

His words should have made your heart thrum in your chest. The man you loved had just revealed his intention to make you his wife. Too bad you had buried your feelings and humanity so deep in your chest you had no idea where that stupid organ, keeping you alive, was wallowing in despair. There had been a time in your life, when you had genuinely loved him. It did not cost you any effort flirting with Shinji, hanging out with him hours past the curfew to wait for the dawn together, sipping saké on the rooftop of the Fifth Division.

You had cherished your first kiss with devotion for months, you had rejoiced that he never forgot to send you a fresh bouquet of your favorite flowers at your dorm every Monday morning.

And then you had told your brother that you had fallen for your Captain.

Since that day, you had not been the same anymore. Your bond with Shinji was a strategical move. Sosuke had told you he was glad you had experimented such a strong feeling for someone but, for your own good, it would have been better if you guarded your heart from the pain of the future loss. Shinji Hirako, your Captain, your Shinji, had to die.

And, after leaving your brother’s office that evening, you had died too.

You did not share your brother’s thirst for power. Surely, however, you were terrified of losing him. If you did not partake to his plan, he would have probably risked his life. Choosing between your own flesh and blood and the man you loved broke you. Eventually, though, you chose to protect yourself. No more feelings, no more love. You could make the most of the time with Shinji without compromising your brother’s plan. You would have forced yourself to see the love of your life as a mission to accomplish.

And that fool in love did not notice anything off about you. When he kissed you, you melted in his arms the same way you did, when you first sealed your fate on his thin lips.

“Let me be on top” you suddenly whispered, shoving him off of you and flipping him over, watching him eagerly laying on his back.

Shinji did not protest, his hands gliding up your hipbones, cupping your waist to balance you on top of him with care. You took a hold of his cock, the tip leaking with precum, as you delicately rubbed your thumb over it, diligently smearing the translucent substance all around the pinkish head. How many times had you done that for him? Too many to count, but his reaction remained the same. He groaned, eyes rolling in the back of his skull, whilst he spasmodically buckled his hips up to get your attention.

He needed you and he would have needed you every single night of his life. As you pumped his shaft in your hand a couple of times, his half-lidded eyes locked with yours and, in that moment, you knew. You knew he would have always looked at you the same way he was doing now: enamoured.

He loved you. And he would have loved you forever, even if you were going to twist a dagger in his heart and push his rotting corpse in Hell, where Captains belonged.

You took a sharp intake of air, as you lined his cock to your entrance, gradually lowering yourself down to let his girth part your walls. Was there something real in what you were doing? Yes, there was. But you indoctrinated yourself with believing it was just physical pleasure. You were ensnaring your own senses in a bottle, tossing it far away for you to never be able to reach it again, to uncork it and breathe in the true essence of love you had been deprived of for years now, for the sake of your brother.

Shinji grunted, hands squeezing your ass as he watched you rotate your hips sensually above him. You were the gooddess he believed in, the only woman who had been able to rip his chest open and surgically remove his heart. How could he not trust you to look after it for him?

“What do you think?” he asked you, foreteeth sinking onto his bottom lip, when you set up a quicker pace, riding him as if you meant it. And maybe you did. Or maybe not. But how could he know you were not the same girl who had told him ‘I love you’, more than a decade ago, in a old hay loft you had found shelter from the rain in, or that you were not the shy, young girl who wrote little poems for him to read before falling asleep?

You moaned under your breath “About what?”.

“How does Mrs. Hirako sounds to you?”.

“Like a dream”.

He pushed himself up, pressing his forehead against yours, lips chasing your glossy ones in feverish kisses “Then marry me”.

You did not have a heart anymore. There was a hole where it was supposed to be, right? Then why did you almost feel that stupid organ skip a beat in your chest. You were better than that. You were not the type to fall for heartwretching words like these. You could not fall for Shinji Hirako, the goofy Captain of the Fifth Division, all over again.

You smiled against his lips, kissing him back, avoiding answering because it was easier to let him believe you were too emotional to say something else than shuddery breaths and moans. He did not let you rest, though. Shinji thrusted upwards, cutting your breath off, before sliding one arm around your waist to keep you firmly archored to him.

“Don’t you dare ignoring what I said” he rasped out, watching your mouth part in obscene cries of pleasure he was eliciting with his rough, steady thrusts, preventing you from moving freely. You were at your limit and he knew your body language. He was close too and you could see it in his eyes, pupils dilated, and in the way he hissed when you reached your climax.

“When? When should I marry you?”.

“Now”.

You chuckled, shaking your head tiredly “Don’t be ridiculous”.

He bit down softly on your jawline, nuzzling his nose down the curve of your neck “Then tonight. Meet me in my dream. I will make you my wife”.

When he suddenly pulled out of you, spilling his seed down on your belly, you wondered if he would have said the same thing again, had he be knowing what would have happened that night. But you could not care about it, not when telling him not to leave his barracks would have meant betraying Sosuke.

You kissed him, one last time, passionately, ignoring the lump in your throat when you provided him the only answer he had been anguishing to hear from you “I’ll be there”.

And you were there. Hair neatly combed, eyes clouded over in a mixture of apathy and dread, as you rested your hand on the hilt of your zanpakuto, you stared at the horizon in trepidation. They were coming. He was coming.

Everything was going according to your brother’s plan. Tosen was standing a few feet away from you, silent, as Sosuke and Gin approached you two. There was no need to say anything. His caramel eyes lingered on your face in pride, a faint smile gracing his lips to praise you for your service. You had worked hard for the sake of your brother’s plan. For a better future. You had proved yourself worthy to follow him, to be a member of his deranged, secret society. His docile, sweet sister, the little girl who always followed him around, who trusted him blindly in every decision he made, even when they lived in the Rukongai. Maybe, this was the reason why you had given up on your happiness to see Sosuke triumph over the system.

Sosuke had always been right. He had to be right this time too.

“I will leave him to you” Sosuke said then, before ambling off to hide himself, as soon as he heard fast footsteps approach the area. Then you felt it. Captain Hirako’s reiatsu, strong and comforting at the same time, rained down on you. You flash-stepped a few feet ahead, meeting your opponent midway, hand hastily unsheathing your blade and holding it upfront, the metal shining ominously underneath the moonlight.

When the Captain halted right in front of you, your grip on your sword intensified. Face to face, standing on opposing sides for the first time ever, you witnessed to the way fear contorted his face. Had you been summoned to investigate too? He could swear he had not heard your name leave Captain Yamamoto’s mouth. Not even your brother, his Lieutenant, had been sent to look for the missing members of the Ninth squad.

“What are you doing here?” he hesitated, but you did not flinch, or budge to reply. His words remained unheard. Shinji could not believe his eyes. Your silence was the unequivocal proof you were involved in whatever phenomenon was happening in the Soul Society.

Shinji straightned his back, hand reaching for his own weapon, but his movements seemed somewhat not as determined as they usually were during a fight.

He was used to handle ferocious Hollows and belligerent Ryokas, not you. Not his reason to be a better man. Nothing made sense. Not your cold eyes, your defensive stance, the droplets of dried blood on your cheekbone and clothes.

Where was his darling?

“Answer me!” he shouted, just as Lisa and the Captains of the Third and Seventh Divisions joined the battlefield with horrified and disortiented expressions plastered over their faces. Still, the broken one, the man having an existential crisis was Shinji. You were not close to the others, but you were close to him, you were his woman. The one he loved. You should have cared about his opinion on you.

At your refusal to dignify him with an explanation, he lost his mind. He charged towards you, eyes filled with sufferings, regrets, whilst he swung his sword towards you. Stepping aside, you let the Hollowfied Lieutenant of the Twelfth Divison clash with him.

A groan of pain, blood splattering on the ground, you watched your lover fall on his knees with a thud, hand clutching his injured shoulder. There were tears in his eyes, fury in the way he screamed up at the sky, desperate, as he watched his other companions being tossed around and knocked down by the former Captain and Lieutenant of the Ninth Division.

“Why?” the words were thrown at your face, his voice uncharacteristically raw, as you turned your back at him to leave space to your cunning brother. You did not want to answer. Mostly, because what you had done was unforgivable. Probably, if he knew who really were, he would have deemed you unlovable too. But this was a misconception. He wanted to understand, he demanded answers, he would have forgiven you, if only you gave him the chance to.

As a coward, though, all you did was looking up at the sky. A single tear running down your cheek as you left him for a century with words meant to torment you more than they did to him “I won’t apologize for having ruined your life. But I do hope that you won’t hate me forever”.

As if he would have been able to hate you at all.

When you headed back to your dorm that night, the first thing you set your eyes on were the flowers he had gifted you last Monday. Monday, right. What day was it again? Monday, the bloody, forsaken Monday. Everything had come to an end in a matter of hours. Those were the last flowers your beloved Captain had donated to you, to help you remind you of him, to be the symbol of your love, of your once flourishing feelings. What remained now of your love?

Nothing.

He had left you with nothing, but a bunch of wilted flowers that still smelt like him.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Your queen of angst is back. I have hurt my goofy potato, I’m sorry. Still, someone had asked for him to suffer and I have gladly delivered this. Hoping you have enjoyed the meal, I will wait for your feedback. Likes, comments and re-posts are appreciated!

Love,

Luce.

Credits for the dividers: @cafekitsune

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Pssst...there's smut down there 👇🏻

"I don't get jealous," Shinji claimed.

You believed him. After being together for quite some time, he never showed the slightest hint of jealousy. Men approached you, mistaking you for being single, asked for your number, complimented you, asked you out, etc. etc, and all the while, Shinji would grin and laugh each time you told him or even when he was there. He never minded the affection you received from others, and if anything was proud that he was dating such a bombshell. That was all until you were tossing your head back in laughter at something Kisuke Urahara said, clapping your hand over your mouth, eyes crinkled and him smirking satisfactorily as he watched your reaction, side-eyeing Shinji as if to say, "you seeing this? She thinks I'm funnier than you!"

Shinji didn't get jealous, but now watching you laugh at Kisuke's goofy remark, he had nothing but murder on his mind, narrowing his eyes at the green-eyed, blonde-haired shopkeeper and silently daring him to tell another joke. If he got you laughing again, he swore he'd kill him. Who did he think he was, making his girl laugh when that was his job?

You hadn't noticed how mad it got Shinji, not until later that night when he was pounding into you ruthlessly, pinning you down to the mattress and grunting angrily into your ear from behind, "you think he's funnier than me? Think he could fuck this sweet little pussy as good as I do, huh?"

"No, no!" You promised Shinji, crying out as his pelvis snapped against your ass, drilling into you deep and hard. "No one makes me as happy as you do! And no - no one fucks me as good as - fuck - you do!"

It was music to Shinji's ears, having you reassure him in this way. Truthfully, you didn't know he was capable of getting so worked up over the way another guy interacted with you or vice versa. Your laughter was mostly forced. No one made you giggle as hard as Shinji did, and no one certainly fucked you as good as he did.

But if making him jealous meant you were going to get manhandled in this way more often, you may have had to find more ways to bring his jealousy out of him.

He was so cruel to you, slapping your ass shoving his fingers down your throat, pinching your nipples, and it had you cumming around him harder than ever, singing out praises and promises that he was the only man for you. It had him cumming hard too, collapsing over you and pulling you tight against him as he rubbed your sore bottom and peppered kisses all along your face and head.

"I really mean it when I say that no one makes me happy as you do," you told him, drawing invisible hearts onto his chest. "I hope you know that."

"I know," he murmured against your temple. "It just pissed me off - watching that bastard make you laugh so hard. You have the prettiest laugh. I was feeling protective over it, I guess."

"You're sweet, but my laugh sounds like a foghorn," you giggled gently.

"I'm super into foghorns then," he remarked. "Makes my dick hard."

"Kisuke is too," you teased.

"Oh," Shinji said sharply. "You're trying to get your ass spanked again."

"Perhaps," you grinned deviously.

"Bad girl," were the last words he uttered before pulling you into an equally viscous and soft round two, intimately reminding you that you were his and his only.

He still would never admit that he did in fact get jealous from time to time, but you didn't mind. You were grateful to have someone who was as protective and caring as Shinji, and to have someone who made love to you with as much intensity as him. If only he could be you for a day and know how in love with him you were, you were sure he would never feel jealous ever again.

P.S. I love my silly man Kisuke too don't come for me 💚

Shinji hates the typical, corny "ass or tits" question. Don't make him choose! He likes both! Your thighs too!

"Stop pretending like you're not a pervert and pick one," you scoffed at him when he responded "your personality," after you asked him the age-old question.

"I'm not pretending, I am a pervert," he admitted with a wolfish grin. "That's why I'm not picking one. I love all equally. I refuse to choose."

"Really?" You crossed your arms, glaring at him skeptically. "You don't like one more than the other, not even a little?"

"Nope." He shrugged, before noticing the ghost of a frown on your face. He narrowed his eyes at you, skeptical as to why you looked so disappointed in his refusal to respond. "What's this about?" You normally never cared so much about such trivial, surface-level things.

You feigned innocence. "It's just a question."

"No, you're up to something," he accused, coming to stand over you. "Go on, tell me."

You sighed. "Fine. Someone said I had a small butt the other day and I was just curious." You averted your eyes from his. "I guess I just thought if you said you liked my tits better, then it would be true, that I don't have that great of a butt..."

"Baby." Shinji frowned, grabbing your waist and pulling you in. "Who said that? Should I kill them?"

You giggled and shook your head. "No, I'm sure they didn't mean anything by it. Just took it personally is all." You shrugged sadly.

"Well, don't let anyone make you feel bad about your body," Shinji scolded lovingly, reaching around to give your bum an affectionate squeeze. "You have a great ass and great tits that I love so much. And an even prettier soul. You're beautiful inside and out," he said seriously, sealing the deal with a kiss to your cheek.

"Thank you." You smiled up at him, instantly feeling better with just a little reassurance from him. "You are too. My handsome man."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." He smirked. "So which do you like better? My ass? Or my cock, I guess?" Back to being a goofball.

"I'm not answering that." You shoved him away playfully. "Weirdo."

"It's just a question!" He whined.

You supposed you understood now, his difficulty in picking just one thing about you. You couldn't choose one thing about him either. You loved all of Shinji Hirako.

TW: mentions of alcohol, smut, Shinji Hirako just being a menace

Hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it🫰🏻

You had a bad habit of getting drunk and doing stuff you regretted.

And so it was a recipe for disaster at the festival taking place in the Soul Society when you had too much to drink and a big fat crush on your colleague, Shinji Hirako.

As soon as he was in your proximity you were laughing too hard at everything he said, draping over him and clumsily batting your lashes over tired, glossy eyes. Shinji didn't mind it nor did he read into it. If anything, he certainly appreciated all the attention he was getting. As if you weren't being obvious enough, you drunkenly and decidedly blurted your confession.

"I like you."

At those words, he froze, eyes widening and mouth pulling into a frown. His reaction was a stunt to your chest. You instantly wanted to take your words back, wanted to shrink away into nothing and hide from him forever. In a split second, your liquid courage had run dry. You wondered how feasible it would be to quit your position as a Soul Reaper, to move elsewhere, change your name, take on an entirely different identity, anything to escape from the shame you felt now.

A beat passed. And another. And then another. You were drowning in red hot embarrassment as the seconds dragged by.

You backtracked, ready to step away. Humiliation coursed through you, cheeks reddening, shame continuing to bubble in your stomach, hot and uncomfortable. "Sorry. I-"

"You're serious?" Shinji grabbed your wrist, stopping you from getting away. By his tight grip and the harsh look in his eyes, you couldn't tell how you were supposed to answer, what he wanted to hear. You supposed honesty was the only right way, even if that meant you were in trouble.

Slowly, you nodded.

And then a long moment of silence followed again. You were prepared to wrench out of his grasp and flee, stick to your drunken plans to go into permanent hiding when he finally spoke again.

"Fuck."

"Fuck?" You panicked.

"You like me?" He asked in disbelief, his grip on your wrist tightening subconsciously. "You like me like me?"

That was it. You pulled away from him. This situation you had brought on was agonizingly long and painful. "Just forget I said anything." You hung your head low, storm clouds brewing.

"No," Shinji laughed, a sound that was a stab to your heart. "No," he repeated more seriously after watching you avert your gaze and your frown deepen. "I'm just surprised," he explained. "Don't get shy on me now. I want to talk about this."

"I don't know what I'm doing," you ignored him, looking for an escape route.

"You're trashed, but you know what you said," he challenged, coming closer, stepping in front of you to block any potential path.

He was inches away now, and there was electricity sparking in the air between you. His gaze was predatory, predatory in a way that told you he would capture you swiftly and harshly if you tried to run. "How about we go somewhere more private? Just you and me?" There was a grin on his face, one that told you he had a wicked idea unbeknownst to you.

"Are you mad at me?" Your fight or flight still told you to run, not that you were going to attempt it. You knew you had dug yourself into a deep hole, but had to stay committed, had to deal with the consequences.

"Sweetheart," the word seemed far important than the rest, "I'm far from mad at you right now," Shinji promised. "Come here." He extended his hand. "You can trust me."

Around you, the festival was a blur of color and sounds, as if you and Shinji were the only ones there. You looked at his hand uncertainly and your chest fluttered. Embarrassment still burned in your cheeks, but there was a new feeling coming into the mix, one just as hot and bothersome. You feared you may catch fire if you touched his skin, but didn't see much of a choice. Shakily, you reached for him.

As expected, your hand warmed quickly in his, and you worried about how sweaty your palm must have felt. If it bothered him, he didn't show it. Instead, he smiled, curling his long fingers around yours and saying, "good. Let's go."

You let him lead you away, feeling a bit like a lamb headed to the wolf's lair. Your entire body felt sickeningly warm, a new heat blossoming and churning in your core. Was this what love felt like? You weren't sure you could handle it if that was the case. It was too intense, too overwhelming.

Shinji still gave you no indication that he felt the same way you did, and the uncertainty and unknown of what was to come did little to keep your panic at bay. That combined with your wasted state made you feel like you were walking on clouds, and not in a good way. One wrong step and you may fall through, plummeting to your demise.

You kept silent as you walked along, stumbling over your feet to keep up with him, and attempted to distract yourself by observing the beauty of the night, but it was no use. Your head was swimming, heart racing as your nervous system confused your circumstances with that of being hunted for sport. You nearly tripped and fell at one point, but Shinji didn't stop. He yanked you upright, never releasing you, squeezing your hand so hard it almost hurt.

"Careful," he purred, and that's when you noticed his malicious smirk. He was completely calm, cool, and collected while you were losing your mind, hardly able to stand on two feet. It wasn't fair, the power balance tipped completely in his favor.

You arrived at your destination, which was none other than his private quarters. You weren't sure what you were expecting, but it wasn't this. You didn't think he'd take you all the way back to his own domain, his personal space, and you couldn't tell if this was a good or bad thing. It was eerily quiet and dark as he led you inside, so different from the rowdy and raucous festival you had just departed from. Under different circumstances, you would appreciate the peacefulness, but now, you could hear your own shaky breathing and heart thumping in your ears, and you were sure Shinji could too. The quiet made you feel too exposed and too vulnerable when you wanted nothing more than to be invisible right now.

He released your hand to flick on some lights, and you stood just barely inside his doorway, unsure what to do with yourself. Maybe if you were still enough, you really would become invisible.

"Don't look so stiff," he chuckled. Damn. "You can come in, you know."

"Oh, right." You took a few steps forward, trying to follow his lead, but he offered no guidance, seemingly keen on watching you make a fool of yourself. You forgot how to be a normal human in his presence, in his space, trying to remember how to walk, how to act again.

He was holding back laughter at your frightened behavior as he casually sat in his living space and gestured for you to sit with him. You mirrored him, criss crossing your legs and twiddling your thumbs, flinching at every creak in the house and howl of the wind, waiting impatiently for him to say something, to relieve you of this fear you felt.

"How rude of me," he spoke suddenly, confusing you. "Would you like something to drink? You look like you could use one," he teased.

"I don't need anymore." You shook your head vigorously. "But thank you."

"You sure?" He moved to pour himself some sake anyway. "You won't have one with me? Just one?" He was dangling the bottle in the air, enticing you.

You hesitated. It was true that you didn't need anymore, and you wanted him to address the elephant in the room, not get himself and you even tipsier. You really shouldn't have, but how could you tell him no?

"Alright, just one," you agreed, but you still could hardly relax. He was toying with you, winding you up tightly, and for what? To make you snap? There was a point he wasn't getting to, dragging things along at your expense, making you tremble and squirm and suffer.

He sat before you, a glass for him and a glass for you. He took a long sip, watching you do the same before speaking again, finally getting back to the chief subject at hand. "Now then, tell me about this little crush you have on me?" He was finding this too amusing, the corner of his lips pulling upward.

You gasped, looking away from his attractive smirk, your heart and mind confused and at war with how you could want someone who mocked you so much so badly. "What more is there to say? Why are you messing with me?" You pouted, avoiding his taunting gaze.

"It's too much fun, watching you blush," he said, like he couldn't help himself. "It's just...so cute." He took another large sip, finishing off his sake. "I'm trying to make sense of this, how I'm so special as to have won the affection of such a pretty girl."

"Pretty?" You looked at him again now. His smirk had faded, replaced by a much more serious expression. It made you shiver. "You think so?"

"Mhmm." He smiled and nodded, satisfied. "I don't know how I got so lucky is all."

You nervously gulped down the remains of your sake, freaking out for different reasons now. He thinks I'm pretty. You prided yourself on not being a simple girl, but here with him, it seemed he had the power to easily reduce you to just that, a blushing, sensitive, naive, simple maiden. He thinks I'm pretty!!!

Shinji was chuckling again, watching you try and fail to fend off a bubbly smile. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't going straight to his ego, getting to see you, of all girls, unraveling for him in this way. It was making him swell with pride and cockiness. He felt invincible right now, forgetting all about the trivial matters of the festival or anything for that matter. All he could think about now was you, sat before him, looking so preciously adorable and shy and excitable at the prospect of him returning your feelings. He wanted to watch you unravel even more, curious about just how much he could get you to open up for him.

"I like you too," he confessed much more smoothly than you had. "So, what do we do about this?" He raised his eyebrows.

You didn't know how he could be so calm, admitting such a serious thing to you. There was no longer any reason for you to worry, now that you knew for sure that your feelings were reciprocated, but nonetheless a new anxiety blossomed in your chest now. What do we do about this? Your mind flooded with lots of ideas, none of which were pure. You looked at the floor, clasping your hands together tightly to keep from fidgeting. "You tell me."

Shinji grinned. "Oh, I have thoughts," he said suggestively. "But I want to know what you want."

"I made the first move," you defended, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from bursting out in nervous laughter. "What I want is for you to take charge now."

It was a bold statement, one you knew was crossing over a new threshold. Part of you started to relax now, confidence building when you felt so silly for being embarrassed when it was Shinji you were talking to. He was eccentric and strange, just the same as you. It was why you liked him so much. Your shyness was starting to fizzle out the more you opened up to him. Sure, he was teasing and prodding, but you felt safe here with him, safe to be yourself, safe to share your desires now that you knew his feelings were returned.

He scoffed, impressed with your game. "Take charge, huh?" His lips were once again tugging into a smirk. You licked your own as you watched. "I think I can do that, but I still need you to talk to me. I'm not going to take charge of anything unless I hear you agree to it. Understand?"

You were sure of it now. The both of you were on the same page, talking about the same thing without directly addressing it. He'd do whatever you wanted, and you'd do the same, but he wouldn't go any further without your verbal consent. It made you admire him that much more.

"I understand." You nodded, feeling brave and excited all at once. Your chest was rising and falling, heaving with anticipation. Your hands were shaking, adrenaline and disbelief rattling through you.

Shinji noticed, and he rose, holding his hand for you to take once again. "Then let's take this to the bedroom," he finally said, confirming that you were indeed on the same page. "You want this?"

"Yes." You staggered to your feet, breathless. You dropped your shaky hand into his, and he brought it up to his lips, giving it a chaste kiss. You gasped.

"You're trembling. Are you afraid?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at you, searching your face for any sign of hesitation.

"A little," you confessed. You knew better than to lie to him.

"You're allowed to be nervous, but you know you're safe with me, don't you?" He was showing a side of himself you hadn't seen yet, someone softer and gentler than the Captain you knew.

"Yes," you repeated.

"And you know you can tell me to stop at any time and that I will?" He rubbed your hand with his thumb. It was no longer shaking.

"Yes."

"Good girl," he praised. "Don't stop talking to me."

You nodded, letting him lead you to his bedroom. Your heart began to thump rapidly again, only because you were so anxious to take things further. Everything was unfolding so quickly, and it was all because of one drunken and brazen thought that managed to escape your mouth. When you had attended the festival, this was the last place you expected to end up tonight, though you certainly weren't complaining.

Shinji dimmed the lights and dropped his robe. You removed yours, prepared to toss it on the floor somewhere but he took it from you, delicately draping it over a chair. You looked to him for what to do next, eyes wide and expecting. He had to remind himself to go slow, not to pounce on you the instant he saw your pretty eyes looking to him for direction.

He grabbed your hand again, pulling you into the bed with him. You kneeled at his side, eager and curious, admiring the way he appeared in the dim lighting. Little did you know, he was doing the same, thinking about how beautiful you were and how he needed to have your mouth on his this instant.

"May I?" He delicately took your chin in his hand, as if you were the most precious and fragile thing in the world because to him, you were.

"Please." You stared at his lips, mesmerized, anxious, afraid, excited, obsessed all at once. You had wanted this moment for so long now, imagined what it would be like to touch him, to kiss him, and now this moment was happening here and now.

He didn't leave you waiting any longer, leaning in to connect your lips with his. You shut your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his lips against yours, following his lead. You parted your mouth, granting him access to slip his tongue in. You made a little noise of surprise as you felt his piercing, a foreign sensation you were always curious about when it came to him. He hummed in acknowledgment, devouring you even more.

His hands began to roam your body as he continued to make out with you hungrily. Without breaking the kiss, he gripped your clothing, giving it a small tug, signaling that he wanted to take it off.

This was really happening. You nodded against him, but that wasn't enough for Shinji.

"Words, please," he demanded, pulling away.

"Yes." You blushed. "Please, take them off."

"Are you sure?" He still sensed the fear in your voice, saw it in the red of your cheeks. "I can take mine off first. Would that make you feel better?"

"Yes," you said quickly, pleased with his idea.

Shinji smiled and began to remove his clothing without hesitation. You watched in awe, feeling perverted when he didn't stop until he was completely bare. When his hardening cock sprung free from the confines of his boxers, you nearly gasped and looked away. He was so long, you weren't sure how it was all going to fit.

"Everything okay?" He raised an eyebrow at you. "Still want to do this?"

"Yes," you answered shakily, and then "yes," more firmly. "You're just - just so big."

"Thanks," he laughed, reaching for your top first. "I'll take care of you." He kissed your head, then started to lift your shirt. "Promise."

He peeled the fabric away from your body, stopping to admire the lacy bra adorning your chest. A small, surprised moan escaped your lips when he cupped a hand around one of your tits, squeezing the plump flesh and watching your reaction.

"You're such a cutie, you know that?" He grinned before hooking his fingers into the waist band of your pants, tugging them down.

You lifted your hips as you let his words get to your head, making you feel euphoric. You weren't the only one lost in euphoria. Shinji's smile spread from ear to ear at the sight of your matching panties.

"So pretty," he cooed, playing with the fabric against your hip. "Can you spread your legs for me?"

Another moan caught in your throat at his bold request, but you obliged, spreading your legs apart and exposing your clothed pussy to him. You flinched when Shinji grabbed your thighs, holding them in place as he lowered his face to your heat, licking you through your panties.

You cried out, jaw dropping as you watched his tongue piercing get caught on your underwear. He tried to pull back, only for it to stay in place. You shrieked, covering your mouth with your hand in disbelief. Your face became so hot so quickly you were sweating.

"Oopth, gueth I didn't think thith through," he remarked nonchalantly with his tongue stuck outside of his mouth.

"Shit!" You panicked, embarrassed that his mouth was quite literally stuck against your most private area. "What do I do?! Should I try to take them off?!"

"Calm down," he laughed against you, the vibrations making you spasm. He reached for his piercing and your panties, trying to untangle the jewelry from your lace. To your relief, after a quick moment, he detached the stud from your fabric and was able to lift his head away, though it was now snagged where he was caught. You couldn't even care that your underwear were ruined. You were just beyond relieved he was no longer stuck with his tongue pressed to your labia.

You covered your face with your hands. "Oh my God! That was so - I'm so embarrassed!"

"Relax," Shinji laughed, taking your hands into his own. "That was hilarious. I really didn't think that through."

You turned away from him, unable to look him in the eyes. You knew you were being dramatic, but didn't care. You were mortified, as if it were your fault. You clamped your legs shut, face burning, reverted back to your shy ways.

"Come on, doll, don't be so upset," he tried to pull you back out of your shell. "You have nothing to worry about. There's no place I'd rather get stuck," he chuckled smugly.

His goofiness and dirty mind made you giggle, daring to look back at him again.

"Maybe we should take them off, so this time I don't get stuck, hm?" He suggested, easing you out of your embarrassment and back into your element. He was rubbing your hands again to soothe your nerves. It was working.

"...okay," you agreed.

"Okay?"

"Okay." You nodded.

Shinji smiled gently and started to pull your panties down. He didn't look away from your eyes all the while, not until the garment was down your legs and dangling from his fingers. He sling shotted them across the room, making you laugh and hide your eyes from him again.

"Let's get rid of this too while we're at it." He unclasped your bra, pulling it off of your arms and tossing it aside. He let his gaze fall to your breasts, cupping his hands around both of them this time and running his thumbs over your nipples. "Much better."

Mouth agape, you sighed and whined as he flicked and rubbed your nipples, eyes flicking back and forth between your face and your nipples, watching you gasp and moan as they hardened under his touch. "Does that feel good?" He asked gently as he drew circles against your skin.

"Yes," you gasped. "Please - need - I need more," you whimpered timidly.

"Yeah?" He raised his eyebrows, looking excited at your request. "Tell me what you need."

You hesitated to say what you wanted. It felt dirty and embarrassing, but you had to remind yourself that you were safe here. He wanted you to be honest with him, to be vulnerable. "Your mouth. I want your mouth around them," you blurted.

Shinji grinned wolfishly. "Your wish is my command." He dipped his head again, this time, taking a mouthful of your right breast, flicking his piercing against your nipple. The sensation of the cool metal against your sensitive skin had your hips bucking, back arching your body into him.

"Fuck! Shinji!" You squirmed. "Feels so good!"

"My sweet girl," he murmured against you, switching to your other breast. "Can't wait to taste your sweet pussy for real this time."

His filthy words made your core throb. Now, you hardly needed him against your breasts, and you wondered how his piercing would feel against your bare clit this time. You were starting to forget all about your shame, thoughts empty aside from how needy you were, whining for him to "just taste it now."

Shinji laughed, amused at how easily he was corrupting you. "Who am I to tell my baby no?"

He kissed down your torso until he reached your sweet spot, flattening his tongue against your clit. One moment his piercing was in your mouth, and the next, against your soaked core. You cried out at the delicious feeling of hot and cold against your most sensitive area, the heat and wetness of his tongue mixing with the cool of his jewelry. You were lifting your hips into him, desperate for more pressure.

Shinji grabbed hold of your hips, reading your body language and obliging, pressing harder into you, his grip bruising as he sucked on your clit, completely lost in your heat. You struggled to keep still and to keep your legs open, waves of pleasure rolling through your body and making you thrash. To make matters worse, Shinji kept looking up at you from between your folds, watching you fall apart beneath him. It made your face hot, making eye contact with him while he was in such a lewd position.

You were sure you couldn't take it anymore, and you attempted to shove him away, pressing at his shoulders and wiggling out of his grasp.

"Stop running from me." He yanked you back down. "You're okay, I've got you."

"You don't understand!" You fought against him still. "I - I can't take it anymore!"

"Yes you can," he murmured against you, clamping down on your thighs hard to keep them apart. "Just a little bit longer, baby."

He continued to suck and circle your clit with his tongue while he pushed a finger inside. You gasped at the feeling of it sliding through your soaked walls, curling and twisting and adding even more pressure to the already unbearable amount you were handling. You squealed and attempted to lift your body, causing Shinji to press a hand to your stomach, holding you down. He himself was starting to unravel, his length straining and leaking precum as he listened to your moans and whines mixing with the obscene squelching and sucking noises coming from his abuse on your cunt. He was groaning into your core, pumping in and out of you more rapidly now, eager to have you climaxing on his tongue.

Moments later, you were doing just that, crying and trembling as he continued to hold you down, nearly cumming himself at the way you looked and sounded as you fell apart completely. He pulled away from you, his face shining with your juices. You sighed and let your head fall back at the sight, eyes fluttering closed. He smirked at your defeated state, crawling over your body.

He took and squished your cheeks in his hand. "(Y/N)," he sang your name intimately. "Look at me." You reluctantly opened your eyes, peering up at him tiredly. "You still with me? You want more?" He asked, peppering your face with wet kisses.

"More - like your cock?" You asked dazedly.

Hearing such a dirty word come from your mouth made him blush. He quickly regained his composure, smirking at how fucked-out and delirious you were. "Yeah, more like my cock."

You smiled dreamily at him before nodding slowly. "Then yeah, yeah I want more."

Shinji tangled his fingers in your hair, narrowing his eyes at you in that cute way he did when he was thinking hard about something. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "So. Damn. Cute."

Slowly, he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. When he tried to pull away, you pulled him back down, making him kiss you again, but this time, you parted your mouth and searched for his piercing, taking the time to explore his mouth before catching his lip between your teeth and pulling away.

He sprang into action at that, sitting up and roughly pulling you down by your thighs, making you yelp. He didn't waste another moment, grabbing his member and lining it up with your entrance. You watched with wide eyes, in awe at how pretty his cock looked, especially when it was so close to where you needed it most. He pressed the tip against your folds, and the two of you shared a moan as his slick mixed with yours. You throbbed, looking up at him expectantly, already revived and prepared for more.

"Ready?" He asked, just barely starting to push in.

"Mhm!" You nodded, looking back down to watch him slowly sheathe himself inside of you.

You hissed at the initial stretch, digging your claws into Shinji's arm. It made him worry, stilling his movement halfway inside of you, though with how much you were already filled, you could hardly believe that.

"Am I hurting you?" He asked softly, sounding almost unlike himself, cradling your head in his hand.

"No, no!!" You whimpered unconvincingly. "I'm okay! It's - it's just a lot of pressure!"

"I won't go all the way in yet," he said, starting to pull out before pushing back in halfway again. He was squeezing his eyes shut, grunting as you sucked him in. "You feel so good," he breathed before taking your lips into his again. "So good for me."

You cried into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck to anchor yourself. Each time he pushed back in, he went deeper, until he had you completely speared on him, sinking all the way in to the hilt. You gasped at the fullness, spreading your legs further in an attempt to open wider for him. He was still moving so achingly slow, doing his best not to start pounding into you until you were well adjusted to his size.

"Are you okay?" He asked, voice straining.

"Yes," you told him, sounding just as pained as he did. "Can you help - can you hold my legs apart?"

His jaw dropped at your request, but he quickly obliged, grabbing behind your knee to not only pull them apart, but to push them down, holding them up near your ears. Your muscles burned, but you could hardly think about that with his cock bullying itself into your walls. Mouth parted and brows furrowed up at him, you informed him that he could be a little rougher with you now. "You can go faster."

You didn't have to tell him twice. Shinji began to move faster in and out of you now, building the pace gradually until he was losing his composure, gone too feral from the feeling of you squeezing around him. He gripped your thighs tighter to steel himself as he snapped his hips against yours, hitting deep and hard inside you each time. You'd never seen him at such a loss for words, the only sounds coming from him being the groaning and grunting escaping his mouth as he buried himself inside of you. Nothing but the occasional, "so good," and "so warm and tight," sounding drunk off of your pussy.

You didn't have much to say either. Your legs were shaking and twitching every time he thrusted into you, still so sensitive from the orgasm he gave you earlier. He was pounding into you relentlessly, balls slapping against you with a plap, plap, plap. The once silent space was now so loud with both of you groaning and panting and squelching against one another. You were going completely dumb on him, unable to think or even speak when he was talking to you again, asking you if you were okay, if it felt good. All you could do was nod.

But then Shinji was grabbing your cheeks again, forcing you to look at him. "Pretty girl, are you sure you're okay?" He panted. "Can you talk to me?"

"M'ok - ay." You were staring at him, but to him there seemed to be no one home. It was both worrying him and making that coil inside of him ready to snap, knowing that you were in your most vulnerable state right now and that he was the one who got you there.

"Are you gonna cum again?" He was asking too many questions. You whined in response. Of course you were going to.

He was slamming into you viciously, chasing his own high. It was so painful that it felt good, and your pleasure was making you see stars, in pure bliss knowing that you were at his mercy completely.

"I can't hold it anymore," he groaned into your neck. "Fucking clamping down on me like that! You close?"

"Yes!" You squealed, your body squirming like a rag doll beneath his.

He wrapped his long fingers around your neck, still pinning one of your knees up by your head, while he roughly and determinedly thrusted into you, chasing both of your highs with vigor. You were surprised by how good it felt, having him choke you lightly and stretch you to your breaking point. Moments later, you were spasming on him, choking out a high-pitched whine while he fucked your orgasm out of you. His quickly followed, and you watched in a lovesick state as he shuddered and convulsed over you, dick twitching inside of you before he hurriedly pulled out to release himself on your stomach.

He took a minute to admire his work, catching his breath and observing your limp body. "Stay put," he huffed, exhausted. "I'll go get something to clean you up."

Shinji gently wiped his juices from your stomach before joining you back in the bed, sighing contentedly and tossing his head back against the pillow. You were both silent until you were able to breathe normally again. Your eyes were fluttering closed before shooting back open, desperately trying to stay awake to get more time with him.

"So," he began awkwardly and uncertainly, surprising you. He was never awkward, always the cocky and confident one. You looked to him with concern, wondering what he seemed so nervous about. "This wasn't like - a one time thing - right?"

Sometimes, with how bold and loud and unafraid he was, you forgot that Shinji got insecure too, that he was human, just the same as you. It made your heart melt, getting to see this other side of him, having him be vulnerable with you. It was a different kind of intimacy than the one you just experienced, but was just as meaningful, if not more.

You turned on your side to fully face him, reaching out to stroke his bicep lovingly. "Shinji, I know I was being drunk and stupid earlier when I told you I liked you, but I really meant it," you told him softly. "I don't want this to be a one time thing, do you?"

"Hell no." He managed a grin. "I really like you too."

"Okay, good," you giggled. "I was actually hoping we could do more than this," you confessed timidly.

"More." Shinji smiled lazily at you. "Like sharing meals and waking up next each other?"

"Yeah." You held your breath.

"I'd like that," he agreed, eyes full of adoration. "We can start now." He pulled you to his chest. "With you staying the night."

Now you let your eyes fluttered closed, cheek pressed to his warm skin as you hummed contentedly against him. You'd have more time with him tomorrow, and if you were lucky, every day after that. You snuggled up to him, and he squished you in, holding you tightly and protectively now that he had you completely in his snare.

"Goodnight, Shinji."

"Goodnight, angel." He kissed your forehead. "Sweet dreams."

As you drifted off to sleep in his hold, you reminisced on the unfolding events of the night. Maybe it wasn't such a bad habit, getting drunk and doing stuff you regretted, or maybe this was just one instance you didn't regret.