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chososbabymama · 5 months

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The heat from his hand was scorching as you felt him knead the cusp of your ass. He was finally home from a 2-week long mission and you'd decided to don a cute lace lingerie set he hadn't seen yet, eager to surprise your husband when he got home. While one hand was behind you the other had made its way to your mouth, tapping twice on your lips. As instructed, you opened your mouth for him to edge him fingers into. He slowly thrust three digits back and forth and back and forth...teasing you the way he does when your desperate to have him in your mouth.

Sitting atop his lap you could feel him swelling, twitching and jerking in his sweats with every whimper you let escape. You weren't sure how long you could hold out before you started begging him to touch you. The ropes that bound your hands and wove around your chest began to shift as you continuously squirmed on your makeshift seat. You'd missed him dearly these past few weeks, the sparse phone calls could only do so much to satiate your anxiety regarding his safe return. When you knew he would not only be returning in one piece but also with a clean bill of health, you'd been overcome with the urges to give him a welcome home gift to make up for time lost.

However, after weeks without you, you really should have known your husband would take his time. He relished in the way you came undone just for him, and you did too. You just wished he'd finally fuckin' touch you!

As if he heard your thoughts, your lover moved his hand from your ass, and slid in down your lace panties. Expert fingers found your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you; whimpers now becoming outright cries of ecstasy as he played with your center. It didn't take long before your arousal could be heard in the bedroom, your wetness dripping onto his hand and he brought you closer and closer to your peak. You looked down at your lover pleadingly, hoping that he wouldn't deny you of an orgasm after being apart for so long...

He flashed a wicked grin towards you, working his fingers faster. You felt the pleasure shoot through your spine as your orgasm slowly crept up, your toes curled in ecstasy. Your lover knew your body so well; he worshipped you. Heated gaze fixed on your erotic expression, he continued to focus on your clit until he knew you were close. To him, there was something so arousing about knowing that you trusted him enough to pick you apart and pull you back together with just a few soft touches and sweet words. As he watched your thighs tremble he couldn't help but revel in how he's the only one who can see you like this; who can make you fall apart and turn you into an enticing mess of cum, sweat, and tears of pleasure.

Your back arched painfully as you felt your orgasm approach, your walls enclosing his fingers in a vice-like grip when he'd pulled a pebbled nipple into his mouth; gaze still fixed onto your sex wrecked state. He could feel you about to reach your peak and drowned in your moans, he loved to hear you cry out his name and beg for a release no one but him could provide. Just when you could taste the pleasure on the tip of your tongue it was suddenly ripped away as he pulled his hand away to reach and grasp the other side of your ass. You whined loudly in protest, rocking back and forth on his thigh; hoping to get some form of release. He'd quickly stopped your motions with a firm grip of your hits. Whining once more you tried to silently plead with the love of your life to let you cum, you didn't want to wait any longer as the two weeks away were long enough to drive you insane. He took a hand from your backside and used it to cradle your face, he watched with a fond smile as your lids fluttered and your body started to get less tense from being denied your previous orgasm. A thumb came to caress your cheeks and you tried giving him a pleading look, one that usually worked.

"Shh, c'mon now mama don't look at me like that. Been away for 2 weeks and I come back to you dressed up so fuckin' pretty for me, and you expect me NOT to take my time?" He'd started running his hands all over your body, fingers grasping onto any piece of you he could get. He knew how much you'd missed him, he could feel it; but there was some sadistic part in him that loved seeing you so worked up. He wanted to see you lose yourself in pleasure...

You felt yourself being swiftly picked up before he laid you gently down and your shared mattress. You blinked at him through wet as as you watched him get on his knees and place his head between your thighs. You could feel his breath on your sensitive pussy, it felt like you could cum with the brush of a feather. He'd taken his hands and used them to spread your legs, openly gazing at your wetness with a wild hunger you KNEW he'd satiate. You shivered as you watched him lick his lips and move down to your pussy, eyes never leaving yours the entire time,

"Damn, it's good to be home."

-Toji, Shunsui, Sanji, Satoru, Sanemi, Suguru, Shūhei, Uzui, Onyankopon,

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s-sugustar · 6 months

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Aizen Sosuke !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Renji Abarai !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Kenpachi Zaraki !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Ichigo Kurosaki !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Uryu Ishida !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Urahara Kisuke !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Shuhei Hisagi !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Gin Ichimaru !

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Kaname Tosen !

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wxxpingangxls · 28 days

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

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

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honeybleed · 4 months

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content & warnings: fem!reader, modern au, journalist!shuhei x popstar!reader, smut (dom!reader — she’s bossy af, sub!shuhei, degradation, footjob, dry humping, edging, cum eating) mdni

author’s note: YURRRR GET INTO IT also ty for 1.2k followers MUAH

word count: 1.8k

Thinking of overenthusiastic, anxious journalist Shuhei Hisagi who had been sent to interview you for an article.

This is his big break since he has never been with such a big name like you. His interviews were usually something quick on set or on the red carpet but you personally invite him to your sprawling mansion.

All sorts of rumours swirl around about you. You're a mean girl. You're a bully.

The story that had thrown him off the most was how you specifically requested water in a glass bottle and when it was given to you at room temperature, you hurled the bottle at your personal assistant's head causing a gash that required stitches.

"I don't bite."

Shuhei felt himself shrink. It was merely a chair but it was resplendent in white with delicate Victorian trailing rose leaf patterns. He was sure it cost his yearly salary as his fingers fiddled with the pristine lace doily.

You chuckled as he sat opposite you.

People tread lightly around you but you were still irritated at his deer in headlights expression as well as the fact he was sweating bullets.

"Sorry." He stuttered, loosening his tie and popping open his collar buttons, feeling chafed by the hot summer sun. "It's really hot."

He looked out to see the lawns being watered by gardeners then quickly turned to face you.

You gently pushed over a glass of lemonade on the table towards him, making a facial gesture for him to drink. He immediately downed the glass.

"We can go inside...I have air-con." You offered and he shook his head vigorously.

"No!"

Your eyes widened at his outburst and he could feel humiliation washing over him at the way you stared at him, completely bewildered.

He cleared his throat and gave you a pained smile.

"I'm fine here, thank you."

Taking in the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped the liquid, you snorted.

He was a pretty boy indeed. But the nervous demeanour didn't connect with his physical appearance.

The 69 tattoo on his cheek, spiky jet-black hair and scowl when you first saw him from afar. But the moment you two were alone he'd become a nervous wreck.

"Um...alright." You returned the strained smile. "This is about my album right? I trust your newspaper isn't into trashy gossip."

Shuhei attempted to hide his unease unsuccessfully as he nodded.

"Yes, I'm here to talk about your new album. In terms of the newspaper, I try to avoid the temptation to entertain or publish rumors, particularly those that include insulting or humiliating others in any way for a quick buck."

"My eyes are up here, Shuhei."

You figured it out.

He was so damn jumpy, desperately trying to conceal his strained arousal in his slacks.

You suppose it didn't help you chose to wear a mini skirt, tie front flared sleeve blouse which showed the tops of the lace white bra underneath.

Shuhei wanted the ground to swallow him up completely.

"I-I apologize! I'm really sorry, jeez I don't know what's gotten into me." He stammered, face beet red.

"Mhm. You like what you see?" You teased.

"Can we just delve into talking about your album?" He muttered.

You leaned back and arched an eyebrow. Shuhei was hot and watching him squirm was way more intriguing than to do the same circle talking, regurgitating the script you were given by your label.

"Boring..." You dragged out. "I'm much more interested in you. Why did you tatt 69 on your face?"

Shuhei coughed, trying to regain his composure from being caught off guard.

"Story isn't too interesting. Me and my friends were blind drunk on a holiday, usually tattoos are meaningful but it just popped into my head. I was a dumb teen." He gestured towards his face with a small smile.

"It's hot."

Shuhei nodded in agreement, the heat from the sun making him sweat profusely.

"It's quite scorching today."

"No...the tattoo is sexy, Shuhei.." You cracked up at how that absolutely went over his head.

He stammered out a thank you as he swallowed, ears turning red.

"You like 69ing or what?" You teased.

"Y/N..." Shuhei breathed out with a weakened voice. "T-That is not something I feel comfortable discussing, I have a job to do."

His resolve was weakening. You kept on provoking him and he felt himself teetering to the edge. He wasn't sure if he could trust you with the glint in your eye.

What if he flung himself at you? What if you turned him down? What if you were simply just teasing to humiliate him?

"Drop the journalist crap, Shuhei. Your raging boner is not helping." You said plainly.

Despite the discomfort in his pants, he wanted to stand resolute in his professionalism and steer the conversation back towards your music but he let out a heavy sigh.

"If we do something quick, will you drop this?" He breathed out, eyes shut.

"All I want is to help you relax, look how stressed and frustrated you are, hm? Be honest. When was the last time you had a good night's rest? Cooped in that office for hours...deadlines. It shows on your face, Shuhei."

Shuhei felt the wind knocked out of his chest as his thoughts flooded his mind. Many sleepless nights where he dreamed of tasting your juices. Making you moan. He couldn't believe this was even happening.

"Stop playing so hard to get, Shu.." You said in your honeyed voice as you batted your eyelashes at him with a teasing smile. "C'mon. Be a good boy for me, and I promise you'll get your interview. Okay?"

Shuhei gave up. Balancing his professionalism with his lust for his dream girl was a dead-end. He took a deep exhale and nodded.

"Fine."

"Get on your knees." You said plainly.

Shuhei's expression softened a bit, he reluctantly crawled across the porcelain tiles and sat on his knees beside you, tucked away from the prying eyes of the staff maintaining the lawn.

You gazed at him, ruffling his spiky hair.

"Was that so hard?"

Shuhei's face was rosy from the touch as he gazed up at you.

"Answer me, pretty boy..." You sang as your hand trailed up his throat, then gripped his jaw harshly.

Shuhei exhaled hard as he sought to calm himself, his gaze fixed on yours.

"I suppose not.." He mustered out meekly, your grip a little discomforting but exciting all the same.

"Now...let's do something about this hard-on, shall we?"

You yanked him up a little so your lips could meet his neck, ghosting your plump lips against the skin and fanning your breath, causing him to shiver and release breathy moans.

"It's been in plain sight since you came here. What's the problem, hm?" Your foot beginning to palm his crotch.

Shuhei fought to keep his balance as he felt your foot against his crotch, the stimulation caused him to groan softly.

"I'm...so tired...and stressed...all these deadlines...and bad reviews..." He admitted voice strained.

"Poor baby..." You cooed as you increased the pressure of your sole on his bulge, licking the shell of his ear. "When's the last time you had sex, tell me. Mhm?"

Shuhei moaned softly as he felt the pressure against his bulge build up.

"I...I don't know...it's been a while..." He shuddered, his eyes closed as he relished the feeling.

"You got a crush on any co-workers? Any hookups?" You quizzed as you kissed along his jawline, continuing to rub your foot on his crotch.

"Can't remember...last time somebody touched me."

"You're a little dirty boy, aren't you? Letting me stroke you on the balcony..." You said, an edge to your voice "Don't you have shame?"

"Not...I'm not a dirty boy.." He rasped.

"Hm? So why are you letting me give you a footjob, you perv?"

Shuhei bit his lip as he felt your foot continue to rub against him.

"I'll tell you what, Shu. Hump my leg until you cum and I'll give you a treat. Sound fair?"

He nodded eagerly.

"Dirty, dirty perverted boy..." You cackled, absolutely revelling in the power rush and the feeling of him desperately grinding himself against your smooth and slender bare leg.

You tugged the roots of his hair, Shuhei whimpering.

He was left speechless at the deliciousness of the friction uttering nothing but whines as he grinded against your leg, his arousal reaching its peak.

"Oh...oh god, f-fuck..!" He hissed feeling his climax approach, his fingers gripping the hem of your skirt.

"If you cum, I'll punish you. Don't you dare." You snapped. He immediately froze, his body reaching the edge of release.

"I...I won't...no...I'm sorry..!"

You peered down to get up in his face. He shivered, aroused and slightly afraid of what you were going to do. His cock throbbing.

Wrapping your hand around his throat and squeezing the sides slightly, your voice dropped to an eerie tone.

"I want you to tell me the truth. And I'll let you cum if you do. Okay?"

He was quivering, feeling light-headed from your aggressiveness. However, he nodded quickly, eager to please you.

"Promise to tell you the truth.." He struggled out.

"When you kept staring at my tits and got hard earlier, what were you fantasising about?"

Shuhei's cheeks flushed pink at your question, and his eyes widened. He stuttered for a bit before finally blurting out the truth.

"I...I was imagining...touching them...licking them...sucking on your nipples..."

You scoffed as he stared up at you.

"You think you're even worthy enough to suck my nipples, Shu? A pervert like yourself?" You jeered.

He breathed heavily, still trying to calm himself despite the blaring and unbearable arousal from your refusal to let him cum.

He knew he wasn't worthy of such a privilege from a pop star like you.

"No...no, Y/N, I'm not."

The way his chest caved in and sweat trickled down his temples gave you a sense of satisfaction.

"You can cum now, Shu." You said gently, releasing your grip on his throat.

He quivered, gasping as he reached his climax, his entire body tensing as he came undone, completely coating the inside of his boxers with his hot and sticky seed.

"Give me a taste." You smiled.

He hesitated for a moment, feeling embarrassed by your request.

However, he had this feeling that he had to follow your demands. He reluctantly dipped his fingers into the cum and brought it to your lips.

You grabbed his wrist, and sucked his fingers loudly, your moans causing his cock to stir once again.

"Mhm...good boy Shu."

Shuhei shuddered at the sensation of your warm mouth on his digits, and a sense of pride swelled in his chest at the sight of an angel like you lapping his release.

"Guess I gotta do that boring ass interview now." You groaned as you stood up from the chair, Shuhei still on his knees as he gaped at you, mind dazed from what had just taken place.

author’s note: if u read dis far thanks for reading heehee i been tryna get into more smutty drabbles i guess 🚶🏽‍♂️

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eiflawriting · 2 years

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙙

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿!𝘀𝗵ū𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗶 𝘅 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

✧ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘴.

✧ 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨! 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴. 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 (𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘦𝘵𝘤.) 𝘴𝘩ū𝘩𝘦𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮? 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵. 𝘴𝘩ū𝘩𝘦𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥. 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘹. 𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦? 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰, 𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰. 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙤3. 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. ♡ 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔. 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩. 1.4𝙠 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩

your lewd noises bounced off the bathroom walls in your rockstar boyfriend's tour bus. the back room was occupied with the snores of his band members after having a three-hour concert, so this was the next option. shūhei couldn't wait to arrive at the hotel. there was nothing more that he wanted than to return to the bus and have you in this current position. you being bent over the sink, mirror view, seeing how pretty you looked while taking him. his hands found comfort at your thick waist, eyes intensely gazing at the waves of your round ass every thrust he took. his cock was swallowed by your wetness, pussy creaming perfectly around his length.

you couldn't even understand the foreign moans that were slipping through your drool-coated lips. he was fucking you so good, vision becoming blurry from being too fucked out your mind. it's like his ego was stroked the louder you got, and you could tell by how hungry his movements became. the gushy sound of your pussy being slapped by his balls. allowing one of his hands to detach from your waist to strike your ass, saying how you're being such a good girl for taking him. shūhei was a lot to handle. it's like you hit the jackpot seeing he had the advantage of both length and girth. but you loved making him proud, and his praises made you hug him tightly.

"s'big, shū. you're so—ngh—fucking big," you whimpered.

"i know, angel. i wish you could see how your pussy is sucking me in. it knows who it belongs to." you molded perfectly around shūhei. this is what home feels like, he thought. your cunt was so stubborn, but all it needed was a little stretching from a girthy companion.

shūhei could admit that he was a quick nutter. it was hard not to while being snaked with pussy as good as yours. however, he wanted to savor this moment for as long as he could because something about fucking you with a possible audience outside this door excited the rockstar. and how you currently were reacting to his touch, he knew you felt the same.

his eyes darkened, filled with sin as he watched you in the mirror crying on his dick. perfectly sagged tits hastily bouncing. those plush two-toned lips that were slightly part panting like a bitch in heat. your brown skin was decorated with droplets of sweat that shūhei also shared due to the lack of air in the bathroom. but your eyes were closed from being consumed by the pleasures you were receiving, and you should know shūhei didn't like that. one thing he requested while having sex is for those pretty brown eyes to remain open to hold contact. "look at me, y/n," he whispered, but all he was met with was an incoherent moan. maybe you didn't hear him?

he clicked his tongue, hands gliding down to your ass to spread your cheeks, tenderly long stroking you until he kissed your cushion. "i said, look at me, angel," shūhei demanded, still having that smooth raspy feel to his voice. your body shot up, arching in complete bliss while looking at your boyfriend. he was so fucking sexy. his facial tattoos, including sixty-nine, and the three scars running down his right eye were kept company with a crimson color that flushed his cheeks. "good girl. now look at you. i want you still what i see while i'm fucking you. you look so damn pretty being stuffed with me."

you were so fucking weak for him. of course, your pussy clenched around his cock from hearing him talk to you so salaciously, and he didn't stop. while shūhei wrapped his arm underneath your breasts to fondle them, the other grabbed your cheeks, puckering your lips to keep your face in place. his lips brushed over your ears, calling you his pretty girl. crooning how wet you are for him. saying how badly he wanted to fill you up with cum. "my favorite cockwarmer. you like it when i talk to you like this, don't you? that pussy won't let go of me, and i don't want it to. keep clenching around my dick, princess."

"shū—you're—you're so deep. why?" you stammered.

he chucked. "what do you mean why? because you deserve it. you're always keeping this pussy so wet and warm for me to return to after i'm done performing. my dick gets hard thinking about you on stage. best fucking pussy i ever had, and you're so damn gorgeous," he cooed, lips now at your neck leaving wet kisses. shūhei has always retained such a sense of calmness outside the bedroom, but while he was with you? that was out the window. his pace continued to increase, recklessly slamming his dick in the depths of your drooling cunt. "that's right, y/n. keep looking at yourself. tell me how much you love this dick."

although your breaths were shaky, nearly tangling in your throat, you did your best to give him what he wanted. "shū—shūhei, baby. i-i love your dick so much. you're fucking me—oh god—so good." and with that, he rewarded you with a sensual smooch to your lips. but you were hungry for more. fervently kissing your boyfriend as your hand wrapped around his head, fingers intertwining with his ink locks to deepen the embrace. the sounds of lips smacking joined the lewd noises of your wetness being stirred. your kisses were sloppy, obnoxiously filled with passion, tongue fucking each other's mouths. as you did so, shūhei's hands returned to your waist to pull you into his thrusts, working open those walls. "i love you, baby. pl-please fuck me harder."

"hm, i love you too, y/n. anything for my pretty girl," he breathed. the grip on your waist became firmer, knowing that it'll probably leave a mark in the morning. shūhei began putting those thigh muscles to good use, pounding that pretty pussy into oblivion, devouring each other's moans as your lips continued to brush together. not for long, though. he needed you watching yourself. you whined from losing that touch, but were met with a slap to your ass. "eyes up, y/n—yes, that's my girl."

by how numb your legs felt, you were near your climax. your hands gripped the bathroom sink, bending over to keep your balance. juices were leaking between your thighs, sticking with his flesh every thrust he made. shūhei gently tangled his fingers into your coils, pulling you upwards to deepen your arch. "you're going to cum for me, angel?" you nodded, causing him to chuckle. "look at how beautiful you look, y/n. fuck, i can't wait until we're at the hotel so i can fuck you how i want. so i can taste that sweet pussy. so i can watch you bounce on my cock. hmm, and we gotta put that pretty mouth of yours to good use, right?"

your vision was now hazy, tears pricking the corner of your eyes from the intense pleasure. shūhei was talking to you so softly, but his actions didn't let up. heat spreads underneath your skin from him repeatedly kissing your cervix. your moans were a dulcet harmony, acting as a song that he would have on repeat. "shūhei—shūhei—i'm cumming, baby. i'm fucking cumming. oh god, please!"

"shit. that's right. cum for me, pretty girl. i'm right behind you," he soothed. "you're so perfect, y/n. squeezing my dick like this. being such a good girl for me. i'm going to cum in your pussy, okay?"

"yes, please cum inside of me, shū."

after a few sloppy thrusts, the two of you were a cumming mess. his name howled from the pit of your stomach, and you just knew his band members could hear. you didn't care, though. it was impossible to keep quiet while being fucked like this. however, your voice drifted to a lingering moan from feeling shūhei empty himself inside of you. those hot ropes of cum stuffed your aching cunt to perfection. he allowed his cock to warm inside your walls a bit before pulling out, to which you shared a final moan. you fell back over the sink, catching your breath from the intense orgasm you had.

shūhei leaned over your form to place delicate kisses along your spine before turning your face to meet with a soft kiss. you exchanged a tender look, and he couldn't help but think how beautiful you looked right now. "you did such a good job taking me, babe. i love you."

"i love you, too, shūhei."

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aizawasbrazybaby · 2 years

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Hisagi x Black Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Dom/Master Male, Sub Female, Sex Work, pet names (ex. Pumpkin), Handjob, Praise Kink, Groping, Nipple Play, Cheater! Hisagi, Cock Tease, dubcon?? (He doesn’t ask just does it, this is also just a safety tag), Misogynist comments, Not fully proof read

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A/N: Hey my loves! As you know I’m rewatching bleach and as a result I could write a 50 page article about how my cooch turns into the pacific ocean every time this man appears on my screen but I’ll traumatize you all another time! Enjoy this smutty messʕ-᷅ᴥ-᷄ʔ

Whatever it takes

There weren’t many special parlors in the soul society. Just about all of them were either hidden in plain sight or crumbling from going out of business.

A medium shack held up nicely. Freshly polished wood clung to the building. Dark oak stairs led to a room with tatami flooring. Thick soundproof walls barricaded individual rooms.

It wasn’t a secret what went down in the place. Rumors and speculation flooded the neighborhoods. On several occasions it led to reapers investigating for weeks on end.

It didn’t take much to buy the men’s silence but it surely came at a hefty price. Business took a hard blow. That was until he came around. Fairly tall slender man, everyone knew to be Shuhei. Parading down the dirt roads with his wife clinging to his arm.

At every chance he got he showed her off. Stores, food stands, even the days he was supposed to be at home getting well rested he took her out.

On the other hand he was equivalent to a dog. Boasting his infidelity like a badge of honor. Going on and on about how much he loved her before you jacked him off.

Shuhei been a loyal client of yours fore well over a year. That’s all he was. A wealthy client. Nothing more nothing less. A door slid open familiar face in view.

“Master Hisagi! So nice to see you again,” a large grin crossed your mouth.

Shutting the door behind himself he undid the tie to his robe, “can say the same pumpkin.”

You smoothed wrinkles out a white sheet that stretched across a padded table. Several scented body oils rested nearby flowers and herbs floating inside.

“Happy ending or full body?”

A grey bag swung from his digets. Metal rings clinked against each other.

“Let’s try the Happy Ending Premium.”

“But master there’s no such-,” your eyes stuck to the kan for a second longer than you’d like to admit, “very well, please, lie down.”

Plum peony oil dripped on his chest. The slippery substance lathered his body. Shuhei’s smooth skin shined like porcelain. A masterpiece of a man he was.

You let your robe drop to the floor climbing over his legs. Pressure stimmed from his calf’s to his knees then his thighs. Slowly inching to his cock.

“Wife hasn’t been meeting all your needs I see,” you said noticing how hard he was within a couple seconds.

“She’s pregnant,” he sighed, “scared I may be too rough, won’t even let me kiss her.”

“Pumpkin if I got you pregnant would you let me kiss you?” he played with your breast.

You lied. If it weren’t for the job you would want nothing to do with a man like Shuhei.

“Of coarse master Hisagi. I’d let you touch me anytime.”

He pulled your face to his, groaning in a kiss. He was a beautiful man up close. Shame he was a complete piece of shit. Lusting over another woman when he had a wife carrying his child.

“You could make a sinner change his ways with hands as angelic as yours,” he smiled.

“Thank you ma- ahh.”

Hisagi grabbed your hips grinding your exposed pussy onto his shaft. His eyes rolled feeling how wet you got from jerking him off.

“Please, allow me,” you took control. Fingers pressed into his sides. Your cunt slid from the base to the tip of his perfectly curved dick.

“Very good pumpkin,” he fondled the fat in your ass, “no penetration mmkay.”

Your insides convulsed around nothing. Yearning to be stuffed full. His thumbs circled your hard nubs, index giving them a teasing squeeze.

“My sweet girl,” he hummed, “let me taste you.”

His arms harnessed you up leaning your chest to his lips. They latched onto your boobs suckling gently enough to push you over the edge.

You hips bucked on their own, wining and humping. Mewls and moans filled the spaced out room. Both too deep in a state of ecstasy care how loud you were being.

That if the head of the parlor heard so much as a satisfied breath from you, you’d be fired immediately. In her words, ‘in this industry you are to be used for pleasure not receiving any.’

Shuhei guided you by the waist as he came closer. The fresh sheet now holding more than sweat and oil. His tongue greeted yours once again.

“Fuck it.”

His dick easily plunged in your pussy, pumping until he was at his high. Nails sunk in your skin. Ropes of cum covered your insides.

He flipped you over pounding until you yelped. His head pressed against your cervix as your walls milked him for every bit of his nut.

“Sorry if I scared you pumpkin,” he slowly pulled out, “eight months without intercourse does somethin to a mans body.”

Taking a towelette you wiped his body down, “no need to apologize master as long as you’re content I am as well.”

He snatched the same towel from your hand cleaning up the mixed cum that ran down your thigh.

“I should get going,” he tied a knot in his robe, “don’t need the Mrs getting suspicious.”

Hisagi pecked your forehead, “maybe I’ll catch you outside of work one of these days.”

“One day.”

Sliding the door back he stretched his arms, putting on a show for everyone, “feeling refreshed already!”

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⚠️ Please be advised the following content is meant for 18+⚠️

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Grimmjow (Bleach) x Reader

Trigger Warning: Possible triggers in this one shot include (but are not limited to) praise, degrading, edging, light BDSM, and alcohol.

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Agitated didn't even begin to describe how Grimmjow felt as he walked through the city. He should've known that anything Kisuke Urahara had to offer would come with a price. And an annoying one at that. Her name was Y/n. Soul Reaper turned Visord because the old perv wanted a new experiment. That was Grimmjow's take on it, at least. Urahara was the one who turned the woman.

"Why do I have to train her?" Grimmjow snapped.

Hiding behind his fan, Kisuke waved his hand, "Mr. Kurosaki is currently busy with his family."

"Tch," Grimmjow looked into the front of the store as the h/c spoke with Nel. "Why not Nel?"

As Grimmjow asked the question, the two men watched as Nel removed her bracelet, turning her into the toddler she loved to be. Grimmjow sighed at the action before sliding open the door. Kisuke didn't have to answer Grimmjow. He could feel the instability in the woman's spiritual pressure.

"Come on, runt," Nel spun around before slipping her bracelet back on. "You're going back home."

"Grimmy!" Nel was cheerful in the time of peace.

Fighting the urge to snap at the blue-headed bombshell, Grimmjow focused on his newest task. "You're coming with me, kid."

"KID?!" Grimmjow hadn't expected the Soul Reaper to bite back. "We're probably the same age!" She shouted as he moved closer.

Grimmjow didn't stop until he was less than an inch from the woman. Blue eyes drilled into e/c ones as he told her, "Still a kid." As she peered at the much taller male, she wondered if she should continue the backlash. "That's what I thought. Training room," Grimmjow turned away, "come on."

And that was a little over six weeks ago.

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"Why the fuck would he let her go out with those dumbasses," it was a rhetorical question as Grimmjow shoved his hands in the pockets of his black jeans.

While he hated his gagai, he knew he couldn't storm through the world of the living as he sought out the woman. Her spiritual pressure was close. Along with three Soul Reapers. There was something wrong. Maybe wrong wasn't the right word. Grimmjow could sense that Y/n was upset. Her spiritual pressure flared before suddenly leveling out. Quickening his pace, Grimmjow headed for the building where he could feel the woman.

Grinding his teeth, Grimmjow walked into the restaurant. He didn't have to search for the group. A certain busty blonde's loud and boisterous laugh carried through the room. Making his way through the small crowd, he caught the eyes of Y/n. E/c eyes shimmered for a moment before they were filled with confusion.

"Grimmjow?" She asked as he moved in closer. "What are you doing here?"

The three Soul Reapers, in their gagais, tensed. Renji looked to his left, where Grimmjow had stepped between him and Y/n. "Shouldn't you be in Hueco Mundo?" Renji's cheeks may have been tinted with a blush, but he quickly sobered.

Ignoring Renji, Grimmjow told Y/n, "That's my line, Kid. We were supposed to go to Hueco Mundo for training."

"Stop calling me that!" Her small shout made Shuhei and Rangiku stop their giggling.

"Maybe you should use that anger to do some fighting," Grimmjow teased. "Now, let's go."

When Grimmjow took hold of her wrist, Y/n froze momentarily. Grimmjow had a strict 'no contact' policy unless they were exchanging blows. The shock quickly vanished as she wrenched her arm from his grasp.

"I'm having fun," Y/n retorted as she crossed her arms.

Rather than turning back, Grimmjow looked Renji in the eyes. "I said let's go, Kid."

"No," she repeated her refusal.

Renji shrugged lazily, "She said no, Espada."

While it wasn't as menacing in his gagai, Grimmjow growled. It was low and throaty. Looking over his shoulder, he said, "Then why did your spiritual pressure flare?"

Renji watched Y/n closely as Grimmjow's question registered. Y/n's face fell slightly.

"What are you talking about?" Her defensive posture began to fade as she dropped her arms.

"Tch," Grimmjow let it go. "You're being a brat. Let's go."

Eyes narrowed, Y/n told him, "Make. Me."

Time seemed to pass in slow motion as Grimmjow turned around. He took the last step towards Y/n that placed him close enough their breath mingled. He could smell the sake on her. She was tipsy. It gave her a false confidence. Eyes boring into her, Y/n waited for Grimmjow's next move. He didn't have to move. The pure energy that rolled off of Grimmjow was placed solely on Y/n. It was crushing.

Y/n sucked in a breath, trying to fill her lungs with the air she so desperately needed. Watching her struggle, Grimmjow almost gave in. Then he realized that he liked it. He liked watching her become vulnerable because of him. He liked being in control of her. He liked her needing him in someway.

When Y/n's hand clutched onto Grimmjow's forearm, relief washed over her. Lifting her head, she couldn't discern the look in the male's eyes as he peered down at her.

"I'll see you three later," Y/n said meekly. "Thank you for visiting."

Whatever the Soul Reapers said fell on deaf ears as Grimmjow took hold of Y/n's hand. He maneuvered through the crowd before leaving the restaurant. Once in the street, Grimmjow wasted no time using Shinpo to arrive at Urahara's shop.

Letting go of Y/n's hand, Grimmjow entered the small building. Y/n nearly stumbled at the loss of contact. Quickly following after the brooding male, Y/n wondered what kind of torture was in store for her. They were silent as they trekked through the shop and towards the training grounds.

Once underground, Y/n began to ask, "I thought-"

Her question was never finished as Grimmjow pinned her to the wall. His long fingers were wrapped around her throat. Body pressed against her. Leg poised between her thighs as he stared at her.

"Tell me why you lied," Grimmjow seethed. "Why were you upset back there?"

Defiance and uncertainty swirled in Y/n's gaze. "It doesn't matter." Her voice was low. "It's not like you care anyway."

Another growl left the Espada. "I asked you a fucking question, you brat."

"And I don't have to answer it," she tried matching the distaste in his voice. "Quit calling me names."

As Grimmjow grinned madly, Y/n could only imagine the expression on his true self and not the doll he wore. She hated his gagai.

"You don't like being called names," his thumbs traced her quickening pulse. "Maybe you shouldn't play games you can't win, little toy."

A jolt of electricity danced over Y/n. Grimmjow felt every beat of her heart when he said the name. He had meant it as a taunting joke. He couldn't deny the spark of pleasure that ran through him as he watched her eyes dilate for a split second.

"I'm not a fucking toy, Grimm." Y/n hardly called him Grimm. She knew not to call him Grimmy. Nel was the only one who could get away with that.

"We'll see about that," Grimmjow pushed off of her. "Get out of that damn thing. I'm going to kick your ass."

Doing as she was told, Y/n only complied because she wanted to kick his ass. Grimmjow eyed the h/c carefully. Her clothes were different than usual. Rather than her Soul Reaper Shihakusho, she was dressed in human clothes.

"The fuck are you wearing?" Grimmjow asked.

Looking down, she threw her hands up, "Kisuke gave them to me. They're better to train in."

"Have you been training with that damn pervert again?" Grimmjow narrowed his eyes. "He'd be pleased seeing you prance around in that."

Smirking, Y/n crossed her arms. The white tank top made the motion bring attention to her boobs. "Jealous, Grimmy?"

"Did you just fucking call me 'Grimmy'?" The words were low as he grit them out.

As she cocked a hip, the loose black athletic shorts shifted. "Doesn't kitty want to play?"

Growling, Grimmjow lowered his stance, preparing to strike. "Kitty's going to play, alright."

That was the only warning before Y/n was tackled to the ground. The two rolled a few times before Y/n ended up with the advantage. Springing to her feet, she used Shinpo to distance herself from the angry Espada. Perhaps she had pushed too many buttons of his.

Hiding behind a rock, Y/n thought about the best strategy to defeat Grimmjow. She's never won their fights during training. And there was nothing about this fight that would be gentle. Grimmjow was going to go all out. Y/n may have been a sixth seat, but that was nothing compared to the former Sexta.

"I can smell you, my little Visord," Grimmjow was languid in his movements as he approached the boulder Y/n was pressed against. "I think I'll stick to my little toy, though."

The anger bubbled within Y/n at the taunting name. Since her spiritual pressure flared, it only confirmed what Grimmjow's nose could discern. She was behind the rock. Quietly, he climbed the structure. Peering down at the beautiful h/c, Grimmjow paused. Her pulse was stuttering as her head swiveled. She wasn't focused. Either the alcohol had gotten to her, or she was anxious.

Flipping down, Grimmjow pinned Y/n to the rough-edged stone. "You gonna tell me what your problem is?"

Gasping, Y/n drew her hand back to strike Grimmjow. Quickly catching it, Grimjoww grinned in triumph. Repeating the action, Grimmjow held both wrists against the rough stone. Y/n's breathing was as erratic as her heart as she stared into the Espada's eyes. She felt as though she was drowning in those deep pools of blue. There was no air filling her lungs. She needed to ground herself. She needed to surface again before she fell to the depths.

When Y/n leaned forward, Grimmjow froze. As he sucked in a breath, her lips met his. Grimmjow was too shocked to react at first. Stunned by the bold move that was unlike the woman. Gathering his thoughts, Grimmjow released Y/n's wrists. One hand threaded into her hair while the other pinned her hip to the stone.

Jerking back roughly, Grimmjow asked harshly, "The fuck are you doing, little toy?"

Grimmjow's eyes watched as Y/n chewed at her lip before cutting her eyes away, "I was trying to distract you enough to attack."

Giving a quick tug to Y/n's hair, Grimmjow enjoyed the spark of delight in her eyes as she gasped. "We both know you're lying, little kitty." Y/n's eyes dilated again, "Did you like that name? What about pet?" Y/n pursed her lips. "No? How about my little pet?"

When Y/n didn't move aside from her teeth grazing her lower lip, Grimmjow pressed his body to hers. The purr that escaped Grimmjow made Y/n's entire body vibrate along with him. His knee wedged itself between her legs, pressing against her sensitive clit. All she's done since her eyes met his was fantasize about having sex with him.

"Does my little pet want to play?" Something struck both of them. "I think you'll like it more than you want to admit, kitten. Does my little kitten want to play with the big bad kitty?"

To all things holy, Y/n wanted to play. Badly.

All Y/n could do at that moment was nod as she rolled her hips against his thigh. Grimmjow took a deep breath in as Y/n's scent grew heavy. It incased his senses, making his vision blur. The Espada would have to be careful to not lose control. Going feral wasn't an option with someone like Y/n. She wouldn't be able to take the brutality that was pent up inside Grimmjow. The man could admit, to himself, that the thought of fucking Y/n was more than fleeting.

The pressure against her body was suffocating. It was fueling the fire that Grimmjow had ignited. The world spun on its axis as they stared at one another. They were trying to solve the puzzle of one another. Not only that, they were trying to decipher what this would mean. Once they have sex, will that change who they are to each other? Would this be a one time thing? Grimmjow secretly hoped this was just the beginning. And Y/n, well she thought the same.

Stepping through the Garganta, Y/n grew anxious with every step they took. Calling Grimmjow's home a lair was far too fitting. Though, the home was rather spacious and filled with surprisingly expensive things. This wasn't the first time Y/n had been to his home. This was the first time she was keenly aware of his belongings.

The rug was soft beneath her bare feet. Her eyes scanned the plush looking couch and wondered if Grimmjow enjoyed soft things. Looking back on the time she's known him, he's always rubbing against fabric of some kind. He is a cat, after all.

"Are you sure about this, kitten?" Grimmjow sounded as though he was teasing. When in fact, he was rather serious about the matter.

Y/n turned her head to focus on Grimmjow. She watched as he tossed his jacket to the floor. Had she ever been in his bedroom? The thought made her chest tighten as her heart raced in anticipation. Possibly a bit of anxiety.

"You don't scare me, Grimmy," She smirked at him before pulling her shirt over her head.

Something between a snort and a growl left Grimmjow as he closed the distance between them. He was so much taller than her and she never thought about until now. He would have to lean down a bit, but his chin could easily rest on the top of her head. This only made her even more excited as she thought about the power he would have over her. She loved the thought of him controlling her. Toying with her. But deep down, she knew that Grimmjow would protect her. He wasn't a man of words. Grimmjow was a man of action.

If Y/n had wanted to continue taunting Grimmjow, it was pointless. In one swift motion, Grimmjow shredded the remainder of her clothes. As Y/n gasped, he yanked her closer by the nape of her neck.

"Looks like I hurt my kitten," Grimmjow mused as he noticed the small scratch against the top of Y/n's breast. "Let me clean it for you, pet."

Y/n sucked in a breath when his tongue traced the blood on her flesh. Grimmjow hummed happily as he continued lapping at her wound. She stood as still as possible while her eyes fluttered close at the feeling of him touching and caressing her with his hand and mouth. He was torturing her. The laps against her skin were slow and languid. He didn't seem eager to make this torture end either.

When his teeth grazed against the scratch, Y/n shuddered. Grimmjow inhaled deeply as Y/n's scent grew even heavier. She was eager, willing and all too ready for him. He wondered how long she'd been thinking of him as she fingered herself in her bed. Had she dreamt of him fucking her and woken with damp panties? Had he been oblivious to her desires? The thought made him furious. Grimmjow let his fangs pierce Y/n's flesh in an attempt at calming himself.

"GRIMM!" Y/n's scream was laced with lust as her hands flew to him. She gripped the back of his neck while her other hand was clinging to his forearm.

Blood lust satisfied, Grimmjow pulled away to begin lapping at the already bruising bite mark. "Sorry, kitten," he chuckled, "I have to taste all of you."

Those words made Y/n rub her thighs together. The aroma of her juices made Grimmjow growl deeply. Standing upright, he looked into her eyes. Both their gazes were heavy with a need that only they could satisfy. There was more between these two than either had expected. Setting aside the thought for now, Grimmjow stepped away.

Turning, he pointed to the bed, "I hope you're ready, pet." Y/n moved to crawl onto the blue velvet blanket. "I'm not going to hold back."

Only Grimmjow would have chains in his lair. Y/n shouldn't have been surprised at all. Was she truly going to let him tie her up with them? A strip of leather was tossed to the bed beside the two bundles of chains. The chains didn't look too heavy, but again, the thought of being tied down for him to worship and torture her was too alluring.

"I don't want you to," were the words Y/n offered as Grimmjow finally turned around.

If Grimmjow had a heart, it would've stopped. Y/n had spread her legs wide for him. Her hair was a mess from his grip earlier. Hands lay innocently beside her head as she gazed at him. She was waiting for him. There was no hesitation in her need to have him. Warmth filled Grimmjow at the knowledge. Of course, Grimmjow has had plenty of lovers. But Y/n, she CHOSE this. There was something different about this moment. About this woman.

Standing at the foot of the bed, Grimmjow mulled over what he wanted to do to her. "Do you want a safe word?"

Kind of surprised, Y/n grinned devilishly, "Ichigo."

"You little brat," Grimmjow gripped one of her ankles, "I'm going to enjoy fucking some sense into you. Teach you who's in control."

Yanking her leg, Grimmjow began to wrap one of the chains around her leg. Y/n hissed at the cold metal meeting her skin. He snaked the chain around her ankle before continuing up her leg. The last bit of metal was wrapped around the flesh of her thigh. Y/n hadn't noticed, but there was a hook at either end of the chain, allowing Grimmjow to lock the chain. With how tightly the chain was wound, it wasn't moving.

The action was repeated as Y/n watched Grimmjow's movements. The way his shoulders moved with each motion. His forearms as they flexed. His hands as they grazed her body. She could see the hunger in his eyes as he cut them upward.

"What's the leather for?" Y/n hesitated to ask as she saw him pick it up.

"Ask too many questions and I'll use it to gag you," his threat wasn't much of one, but Y/n decided to remain silent. "Close your eyes." Y/n followed his command. "Don't open them, kitten. Kitty is ready to play."

Y/n's mouth opened to comment about him calling himself kitty, but that didn't happen. Instead, there was a startled yelp that ended in a moan. The leather was tapped to Y/n's clit as Grimmjow pushed her legs open further. She was already seeping from her folds. Grimmjow increased the pressure with each strike to her bud.

The noises leaving her grew louder with each passing strike. The delicious feeling of the chains pressing into her added to the euphoria. Y/n swore she would orgasm if he didn't stop. There was a pause in his ministrations before Grimmjow pulled Y/n further down the bed. Her knees bent and feet dangled off the bed. When his hand wrapped around her throat, Y/n tilted her head back and gasped.

"Do you wanna cum, kitten?" Grimmjow asked as he used the leather to tease her throbbing clit.

"Y-yes," she managed to say as she rolled her hips.

"What was that?" Grimmjow gave a quick squeeze to her throat.

"Yes," she gasped.

Instead of tightening his grip on her throat, Grimmjow slapped the leather against her breasts, "I think you're forgetting something, kid."

Y/n hated the sounds she was making as she mewled with every touch from him. "P-please." Another harsh strike. "P-p-lease, Grimm!"

Feeling the weight shift around her, Y/n guessed that Grimmjow was bending forward. She wasn't sure what to expect and she tensed. One hand still at her throat, Grimmjow settled the other on her hip, pinning her to the plush bed. Startled, and sensitive, Y/n let out a soft scream when Grimmjow's tongue ran over her clit. Next he lapped at her slit before flicking her bud. She tried with all her might to buck against his mouth with ever lick he gave. It was futile.

"Stay still, kitten," another lap, "or I'll tie you down to the bed."

Those words made Y/n writhe under Grimmjow, eliciting a growl from the Espada. Moving from the foot of the bed, he walked to the side of it. Taking hold of a cuff, he reached for Y/n's hand. Slipping it on, he kissed the inside of her wrist before tightening the restraint. He offered the same treatment to her ankles and other wrist. Her feet were now planted on the floor, leaving her exposed to Grimmjow and whatever wonderful things he hand planned for her.

Standing before the beauty that lay before him, Grimmjow was stunned. Could she be any more perfect? She gave the man a headache every day he saw her. Her mouth made him want to teach her a lesson. Her body was amazing to watch as she trained. Getting to see her like this, on display, ready, willing and needy for him- he thought he might be going crazy.

In the same position as before, Grimmjow wasted no time in suckling her clit. Y/n tried to wiggle her hips in a feeble attempt to have control over the pressure. With the build up, Y/n was creeping closer and closer to the edge. Grimmjow was eager to taste the mana that flowed from Y/n as she reached her first high.

"Gr-imm!" Y/n continued to wriggle as Grimmjow refused to pull away.

In through, he wanted her to experience him as no other woman had. He wanted her to feel as though she's never had sex before. That this was how sex should feel. Y/n trembled as the overstimulation grew. Tears prickled and she wanted to blink them away, but feared that Grimmjow would be upset with her.

Languidly, Grimmjow moved to Y/n's dripping slit. He was slightly disappointed to see that he had allowed some to slide onto the blanket. He wanted to drink all of her in. His tongue was softer, kinder, as he lapped at her juice. Y/n's chest heaved with pants as she came down from the peak of the rollercoaster Grimmjow had sent her on.

"You okay, kitten?" His tone conveyed genuine concern as he pulled away.

Oh, how beautiful she was. Her chest was splotched red from the fire that danced inside of her veins. She had tugged a bit at her restraints, causing red marks to form. Those beautiful eyes were still shut as she continued to breathe heavily.

"Yes," She admitted breathlessly.

Sharp nails traced the chains that bound her, "Wanna tell me what the problem was now?"

"No," this time her admission sounded broken.

Kneading the flesh of her hips, Grimmjow told Y/n, "I won't let you cum again until you tell me, pet."

Chewing at her lip, Y/n thought of what to say. On one hand, she didn't want to tell Grimmjow what had happened while she was out with old friends. Then again, she didn't want Grimmjow to edge her either.

"I don't want to tell you," she whispered.

Sighing, Grimmjow crawled onto the bed, hovering over Y/n, "Why not?" He was frustrated with her now.

After feeling his breath fan across her face, Y/n turned her head away, "You'll think I'm weak. You won't care anyway."

That stung. It stung way more than Grimmjow had wanted it to.

"Quit being a brat," he yanked on her hair to bring her face back to his. "Open your eyes and tell me what that piece of shit Soul Reaper did."

Blinking, Y/n nearly gasped at the male above her. His hair was a chaotic mess of blue. The bone fragment was tightly clenched, signaling that his entire jaw was as well. His eyes. His eyes were heavy, laden with lust, fury and something else.

"Renji didn't do anything," she spoke softly. When Grimmjow growled lowly, she sighed. "He didn't." She repeated. "I- I was jealous. Seeing them together. Knowing I can never go back. Renji and I used to- I'm lonely."

Unable to take the broken look in her eyes, Grimmjow kissed her deeply. The action caught Y/n off guard. As Grimmjow continued to ravage Y/n's mouth, he used his free hand to yank the cuffs from her wrists. Y/n didn't fight the urge to reach for him. She was desperate for him. The look in his eyes possessed her. She never wanted him to leave her side. Hell, she never wanted him to leave her bed.

When Grimmjow gave into the temptation finally, he knew he'd be a changed... man? Espada? Whatever the word should be, Y/n had changed him. This was where he belonged. The red string of fate tied them together and there was no breaking it. No matter what or who attempted to pull them apart, Grimmjow vowed at that moment to slaughter them.

Y/n moaned heavily into their kiss as Grimmjow pushed into her. He was gentle as he eased himself into her cunt. Y/n squeezed her eyes closed at the tinge of pain that prickled her senses. Grimmjow's girth was not something Y/n had anticipated. When Grimmjow began to move, Y/n whimpered softly.

"Don't worry, kitten," Grimmjow murmured into her lips, "you won't be lonely anymore."

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strawhatsoraya · 11 months

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Hiii! So, we've been talking about Shuuhei… what about a little scenario with a female soul reaper who's from another division but has had her eyes on him for a while because, well, he's HOT. Maybe she even already realized that his bad boy look isn't really true because in some small interaction he was super nice and polite? Or perhaps she's still convinced he's a total womanizer/bad boy based of his looks and kept her distance? Either way, one evening, she gets nice and tipsy (with Rangiku?? Or somebody else?) and goes all "You know what? Look at him. LOOK AT HIM. He's so underappreciated! Fuck it, I'll go for it." So she tries her very best to seduce Shuuhei and is a) surprised he's so gentle and soft-spoken and b) flusters him completely? :D Or something along those lines.

Random scenario-thought, in case it strikes a cord, I'd love to read your version of it :D Have a great day!

how long has it been??? don't answer, this question is rhetorical I don't even wanna know. i wrote some shuhei uh fluff? yes...fluff with some suggestive content but nothing explicit. you get drunk y/n making a fool of herself and shuhei being cute.

SHUHEI HISAGI X FEM READER / SFW WC: 2.7k CW: alcohol consumption, horrible attempts at humor and seduction, second hand embarrassment, badly timed boners, and equally badly timed confessions

You didn't know what it was about him that made you so crazy.

Rather, the truth was, you couldn't decide on a single thing. Maybe it was that dark bold stripe across his face. The same that made you stare at his profile, that squinted intense gaze that rooted you to your spot wherever you were. Maybe it was the numbered tattoo on the angular bone of his cheek. Maybe it was the mystery of not knowing what any of it meant.

Or maybe, just maybe, you liked that you couldn't figure him out. You liked the danger that came with the unknown, the quiet variables that leave your formula incomplete day after day.

Although you had yet to see him entangled in somebody else's arms you were convinced he was as emotionally unavailable as the rest of the men clad in black. Tomorrow was a flimsy promise that nobody dared to even touch but you tacked it on the front of your shinigami robes, like a stupid participation ribbon.

Tomorrow you'd take the first step. Tomorrow you'd confess. Tomorrow, always tomorrow.

Those days came and went, and you were nowhere closer to unraveling the secrets Shuhei Hisagi kept. Tired of your cowardice, and tired from that day's training, you find yourself commiserating over drinks with Rangiku. Her tolerance for alcohol was beyond measure. It was a terrible idea to pair up with her, but she was always willing to lend an ear or two.

Right now, you didn’t want logic or common sense. Right now, you need someone to make you feel a tiny bit better about your cowardice.

Rangiku does it well. She makes sympathetic noises, as she fills your sake cup repeatedly. It is quite a skill, you think to yourself amongst the clouds, the way she never lets your cup be dry. Not even for a minute. You’re gathered with members of different squads for one of Rangiku’s badly coordinated mixers. The numbers between female and male guests was never even–assuming people even showed up in the first place.

“Is it really my fault?” you start feeling indignant. In the back of your mind you know you have no right. You were not the victim of the cruelty of the Fates, or unchangeable circumstances. The truth was, you were merely scared of rejection. “Is IT my fault?” You ask again, as Rangiku sways slightly next to you, a tiny smile on her lips.

She looks content with her lot in life at the moment, and your indignation is slowly replaced by green envy.

“You just don’t understand do you?” you ask her as your head bobs. The movement is mostly involuntary but you find yourself too tired to control it. The alcohol has steeped itself in your veins, and you know now would be the time to cut yourself off. Instead, you bring the cup of sake that Rangiku just refilled to your lips once more.

“I do understand, actually,” Rangiku insists, gathering your shoulders in an one armed embrace. “I do. Men are so DENSE. In fact, like that one,” she slurs as she points her chin towards the familiar pallid appearance of one Izuru Kira. “Look at him!”

Her voice is loud, and the scent of sake is sweet coming from her moistened lips. You look away to watch Kira perk up in his seat. His cheeks are pink, a bright contrast against his pallid skin. The stupefied expression on his face is slightly endearing. Perhaps you had too much sake after all.

“You see him?!” Rangiku prattles on, steamrolling over the din of stranger’s conversations. You sway in tandem with her, still trapped in her arm. Her strength was not completely unknown to you but there was something about drunk Rangiku that made her at least three times stronger. “Look at him! So dense. So stupid. So cute.”

You smile apologetically at Kira. It almost feels like the sudden verbal attack was incited by your poor inability to be honest with your feelings. There’s an attempt to free yourself from Rangiku as you press a hand on her chest and push. Rangiku squeals in your ear and lets you go, only to bring her hands to her chest. Her smile is crooked, and she flutters her eyelashes at you.

You swallow a groan.

“Have you moved on to me already?” she asks you in a shouted whisper. You glance sideways at Kira waiting to be saved but he avoids your gaze and instead greets the new arrival to the table.

The last person you expected joins your table. At the sight of the stripe across one of his cheeks you feel your blood turn to ice. A chill passes over you, making you shiver where you sat. You almost wished Rangiku would twist herself around you once more. Anything to return the heat back to your body and away from your sweltering face. You can’t see it, but you feel it–the flush that ridicules you; burning your shame on your cheeks until you fear it’ll become a permanent tattoo.

Shuhei Hisagi, as usual, seems ignorant to your struggle. Aside from a casual glance and nod of acknowledgement he gives no indication of knowing your discomfort. The sake threatens to come back up, and you swallow. The acid burns your throat on the way back down.

“Well,” Rangiku’s voice comes in like artificial sweetener–it overcompensates and leaves a terrible aftertaste in the back of your mouth. “Look at what the dog dragged in.”

“It’s cat,” you interject with a quick sideways glance. Rangiku places her arm on your shoulder.

“Whatever.” The blond woman is unfazed. She smiles at Shuhei. “The point is, the man of the hour is here.”

You feel your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach. If possible, you could have feared it slipping right out of your body. You wouldn’t doubt for a second that if it could preserve itself by abandoning the vessel of your pathetic body that it would. Instead, you feel it speed up again, at an alarming rate. It pounds frantically against your ribcage as Shuhei turns his slanted gaze at you.

“You were waiting for me?” he asks. He is looking at you. You know this because you’re staring right back at him, slack-jawed and in a daze. Yet, it feels as if his question was aimed at Rangiku instead.

“Of course!” she chirps, leaning forward. You glance down and see her breasts threatening to spill out of her uniform. Clumsily, and quickly, you try to gather the fabric and bring it to a close across her cleavage. Rangiku glances down at you, perturbed, at your clenched hands keeping the opening together. Gently, she pats your whitening knuckles. “Now, now…” You don’t let go so she pries your fingers off before continuing the conversation. “I was waiting for you because I need you to take Y/N to her room for me.”

You blink, and sway on the spot, suddenly lightheaded. You have no idea what Rangiku is planning and you consider losing yourself in a temporary moment of dread. That is, until you realize the wonderful opportunity that is being presented to you. Here was Shuhei Hisagi in all his hardened edges, cool demeanor glory. If you could have a moment alone, with your cowardice drowned in alcohol, perhaps you’d find the courage to make a move.

You stand up suddenly, slamming your hands on the table. Kira jumps startled but Shuhei remains calm. He follows suit, and you watch him stand up, taking in his height, his broad shoulders, his imposing gaze. He nods his head at you and gestures quickly.

“Come on then,” he mumbles as he turns his head quickly. You try to find the strength in your jelly legs to walk around the table. So focused in your efforts to remain upright, you almost miss the pink on the top of his ears. His hand is covering half his face when you reach him. The way he chose to wear his uniform was unique. Some might say he barely had it on. As you walk besides him, you notice a rosy flush on the top of his cheeks.

“Are you cold?” you ask him, placing light fingers on his bicep. Before you can register the difference in your body temperatures he’s jerking away, startling you. You never thought you could be criticized for lack of coordination, but inebriated you became a person you didn’t quite know.

“No, I’m fine,” he mumbles as he turns his face away from you.

The sake must be really doing its toll on you, because if you didn’t know any better, you’d start to believe that Shuhei was being shy. It didn’t suit him. There was such a large gap in his appearance that it just couldn’t possibly make sense but still his ears grew redder and redder, especially when you decide to tuck your hand in the crook of his arm.

You feel him jump even as he tries to keep walking, your fingertips gently brushing the inside of his elbow. He starts to say something, stuttering over his words.

“C-c-careful,” he says, his eyes on the ground. There’s a furious flush on his face, threatening to obfuscate the tattoos on his face. “The ground is lumpy.”

You can’t help it. Even as you bite down on your lower lip, there’s a giggle that bubbles out of you–free and weightless.

“I’m holding on to you,” you tell him, leaning into him playfully. He sways as you bump him. “I think I’ll be fine.”

It becomes quickly apparent to you that your miracle opportunity could very well lead to nowhere if you don’t take it further. You’ve managed to press your breasts against his arm, in hopes of stirring something wild and untamed inside of him. Instead, he starts to walk stiffly as if he had a metal rod placed in his back. Although you begin to feel more sober, you decide to amp up the theatrics a little, stumbling here and there in your walk.

“Shuhei~” you chirp coyly, syrupy and addictive. “Why don’t you come inside?” you tug him along, struggling with his big frame. If Shuhei is surprised at your strength he doesn’t show it much, except for a careful raise of his eyebrows.

“I really shouldn’t be going into a woman’s room like this,” he mumbles as you finally shove the rest of his big body inside. Shuhei looks around the small room quietly. There’s a futon on the floor in a corner, books littered here and there and wrappers of snacks you promised you’d get rid of weeks ago.

“Nonsense. That’s way too old fashioned thinking,” you tell him, lowering yourself to the futon. You wave a hand at him repeatedly. Shuhei stares at it apprehensively—like the fluttering wings of a death butterfly, but still heeds its call. He lowers himself awkwardly onto the futon and sits cross legged next to you. His skin feels as if it was tinling, your presence making it worse every time you pressed yourself against him.

You slither one hand over his knee, and Shuhei feels the back of his neck heat up. Your breath tickles his ear when you speak next: “Shall I help you relax? You seem tense. I’m very good at massages.”

He stiffens at your touch. Shuhei knows your touch means more than it implies. He knows that your soft smile is promising him more than just a massage. He also knows that the rouge on your cheeks and the glassy look in your eyes is due to alcohol; that which you consumed a little too much. He knows that to let you keep skimming your hand upwards his leg, as you are doing now, is very ungentlemanly of him.

He presses his shaky hand over yours.

“I’m fine,” he says sternly, lips drawn thinly on his face. “I don’t need a massage right now.” What he needed, perhaps, was to swan dive into a cold lake. His nether regions weren’t getting the picture. He felt himself stiffen, and Shuhei adjusted his legs as discreetly as possible. He didn’t count on your keen observational skills, and your lack of decorum all at once.

“Then what’s that!” you whisper shout, pointing at the sudden rise of cloth between his legs. Shuhei stutters as he feels heat swallow his head whole.

“Never mind that,” he shakes his head, feeling embarrassed and angry to be in this situation with you. “Just go to sleep. That’s what you should do.” He holds you by the shoulders, as you try to peek around his arms. He pushes you back on the bed, as you hold on to his wrists, dragging him down with you. Shuhei, holds his weight up by slamming his hands on either side of your head against the bed. You look up at him, startled, heart racing in your chest.

“Are you going to sleep with me?” you ask him, your fingers still curled around his wrist. “Is this what this is?”

“No!” he shouts, turning bright red. He pushes off of you. “That was an accident because you pulled me down with you.”

“I was hoping to seduce you,” you tell him plainly. Now that you were on your back, you rethink your entire plan. You thought you had sobered up but as the room started to spin slowly, you realized quickly that it had been some kind of delusion.

“I’m not someone that will just sleep with a drunk woman,” he mumbles, gathering the blankets and pulling them over your body. He tucks you into them, pushing the blankets deep under your body with his fingers, until you become a human burrito. “So please stop.”

“So, you’d sleep with any woman if she wasn’t drunk?”

“No,” he pats your hands which he trapped under the blanket. “I didn’t say that either.”

“I like you,” you confess. You meant to look and feel braver than you did, but being wrapped in blankets unable to move as the room spun slightly, seemed to have stolen all your earlier bravado. Shuhei stares at you silently, before he looks away abruptly. You can see his ears reddened again as he loosens up the blankets slightly.

“I tucked you in too tight,” he mumbles, ignoring your confession.

“I said I like you!” you state a little louder, and bite your lower lip. “Shouldn’t you say something back? Anything?”

Shuhei sighs, and finds your hand under the blankets. He lightly traces the shapes of your fingers, sending goosebumps up your arm.

“You should say that when you’re sober,” he mumbles softly, finally looking back at you. “Do that, and I’ll give you a proper answer.”

There’s a pout that sticks your bottom lip out. Shuhei stares at it for a bit too long, and feels the back of his neck catch fire. He sighs heavily as he pushes himself up.

“Go to sleep,” he says gently, even as your eyes start to flutter closer.

He looked shy and awkward as he stood there undecided. His feet shuffled, as he wanted to leave but was torn. You stifle a giggle. He was nothing like you had imagined. Not very cool, and not very smooth. You’d be lying; however, if you didn’t like this gentle part of him.

“What if I don’t remember?” You ask him quietly.

“I’m sorry?”

“What if I don’t remember,” you repeat yourself. “What if I forget I’m supposed to tell you I like you?”

Shuhei rubs the back of his neck, and you see his cheeks color. Your fingers twitch under the blankets. You want to trace the splotches on his cheeks, feel their heat under your fingertips.

“Then I’ll remind you,” he mumbles shyly, eyes downcast and fluttering from corner to corner of the room; anywhere and everywhere but on your face. “I’ll just have to remind you until you do.”

There’s a heavy silence that falls between you; thick and flammable. A simple spark could cause it to ignite. You hold your breath in anticipation

“Now, seriously, go to sleep!” he nags, stomping towards the exit. “And drink water when you wake up. Goodnight, Y/N.”

He leaves you there, tucked warmly under the blankets. The room spins slowly, so you shut your eyes to stave off the dizziness. A groan floods your mouth, and you swallow saliva that pools on your tongue. When you’d wake in the morning, you know you’d be full of regrets. You’d regret drinking so much, and regret making a fool of yourself.

That is, if you even remembered that last part.

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nymphoheretic · 1 year

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Facesitting: is a sexual practice in which one partner sits on or over the other's face.

Synopsis: Shuhei offers to give you a ride in his lieutenant office.

Warnings: Fem!reader, teasing, pussyjob, oral (m->f), facesitting, squirting, dom!leaning switch reader, sub!leaning switch Shuhei, Shuhei calls himself "daddy" once, choking, cowgirl position, creampie

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairing: Hisagi Shuhei x f!reader

“Does that feel good, Shuhei?” You asked from your position on top of your lieutenant. You grind your hips as you rub your slick pussy lips along the length of his cock. You watched every small expresion that crosses his face as you rut your hips. You felt so powerful having this man underneath you whining and panting like a st1arved animal, his hands gripping at your hips.

Shuuhei throws his head back in pleasure against his desk as you continue to roll your hips over his, coating his dick in your slick juices. His hands tremble around your waist as he struggles with the urge to shift just the slightest so that he’d be buried deep inside you. “Baby, please?” He begged.

He needed to feel you, taste you. Anything other than just having the wet feeling of your cunt dragging over his length. It just wasn't enough. Each time your clenching hole would wrap around the tip, a shiver would go down his spine and his hips would jerk upward to try to sheath himself inside you. But everytime he does, you pull away with a reprimanding bite to his collarbone.

You giggled softly as you slowed your hips until you were just resting your clenching hole over the thick tip.

"Please, what Shuhei?" You say in a teasing voice. He was always so cute when he was so subservient and submissive to you. Leaning down you trailed your tongue over his chest, sucking at the skin lightly. "I want to hear you."

His breath hitched in his throat from the feeling of your wet tongue on his chest, a soft moan escaping. "Fuck baby. Please? Let me fuck you? I need you so badly." Shuhei begged, drool beginning to seep from the corner of his mouth.

"Hmm..." you hummed, sliding your sticky cunt down the length of his erected cock. "Not yet." You reply as you begin to move up the length of his body until you hovered over his head. "I want you to fuck me with your tongue first." Planting your feet on the floor you had him hang his head over the edge of his desk. "Stick out your tongue for me, Shuhei."

A purr rumbled in your chest when he did as you said without question. "Such a good boy." You then lowered your pussy onto his awaiting tongue. "Oh fuck..." you began to grind down on his face, fucking your self on his tongue. “Shu..” His name fell from your lips in broken bits.

Shuhei moaned as your juices collected on his tongue and ran down the sides of his face. His hands gripped your thighs as he fucked your hole, lips moving along yours and his nose brushing against your swollen clit. He could never get enough of your sweet creamy essence as it pooled in his mouth, swallowing every last drop.

He didn't care if you smothered him with those gorgeous silky thighs. Shuhei could die a happy man. Your moans encouraged him to keep doing what he was doing, alternatively between tonguing that sweet spot inside and flicking over your clit. He could feel the way you were trembling and he knew that you were close.

Biting the fleshy part of your palm, you grabbed his thick black hair with your other hand to pull his face even closer to your pussy as you push your hips down even further onto his eager tongue. "Oh fuck. Shuhei, gonna cum! You want me to cum on your tongue, baby?" You purred when you feel his answering moan vibrating against your slick clit. "Ah~ fuck~"

Your head fell back as you rotate your hips, swirling them over his greedy mouth as you came hard on his tongue. Your juices slid down his chin as they filled his mouth. A soft whimper left your throat as you slowed the pace of your hips as you supported your weight. "You did so good for me, baby boy."

Shuhei ran the tip of his tongue over your twitching cunt, swirling it over your puffy clit. "Ride me, please? Need t'feel this pussy on my cock, baby. Please?" He grabbed your hips and easily lifted you up as he slid down the desk so that his head was on the wooden surface again. He hovered you over his hard dick, but waited until you said he could impale you on it.

"Such a needy lieutenant I have." You coo as you run your nails down the hard lines of his chest. Reaching behind you, you grabbed his aching dick and lined it up with your messy hole. You gave him a few teasing swipes through your sticky folds, coating the tip in your slick. Watching as he groaned, hands tightening on your hips, you slowly sunk down.

A low moan left your lips as Shuhei’s cock stretched out your tender walls, bullying its way to your soft gummy spots. “Fuck, Shuhei...” Placing your hands on his chest, you began to bounce on his lap. Grabbing one of his hands from your hips, you used his fingers to rub quick circles over your clit. "m'g'nna cum. Make me cum again, Shuhei!"

Shuhei bucked his hips desperately into yours as he's determined to please you and bring you to another orgasm. "Please baby, need to feel you cumming on my cock." His fingers dug into the plush flesh of your waist as he thrusts up into your warm and wet pussy, the nasty lewd sounds of your fucking filling the room.

“Shut up.” You hiss as you wrap your hands around his neck, squeezing just enough to make him light-headed. You bounce even harder on his cock, riding him faster to bring yourself to completion. "Oh fuck…" you moaned, your head falling back as the tip of his long thick cock nudges against your cervix.

Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as you squeezed his neck, nails digging into his skin as you began to cum hard on his dick, coating it in your slick juices. You let out a keen as your thighs shook from the intensity of your orgasm. You slid your hands from around his neck to his shoulders as you tried to keep up the back of your bounce.

"Baby..." He groans out. "Please? Let me."

Knowing exactly what he wanted, you take his hands and place them on your hips before nodding. "Shuhei, you have my permission."

The change was almost instant. Shuhei licks his lips as his dark eyes gain a feral gleam as his hands tighten around your waist. "That's my good fucking.... Letting daddy fuck you like this on his desk." He began to thrust up without abandon, listening to those sweet moans that escaped from your lips. Shuhei pulls down on your hips, locking you in place as his heavy balls slap against your clit.

He fucked up into your fast and hard, almost desperately as he tried to bring you to completion once more before he got his. "C'mon, baby, I know you got more in there for me. Make a fucking mess on my cock. Let's see this slutty pussy of your squirt for me."

Your nails dug into his chest as you felt your walls tighten and flutter around his dick as your clit tingled from the overstimulation. "Fuck Shuhei. Right there!" You screamed when he hit that sweet, gooey spot deep within you, the wet pat-pat-pat of his dick slipping between your gushy folds ringing in your ears.

Drool began to seep from the corner of your mouth as you felt yourself release your essence all over his lap, the clear liquid pooling under you both. Shuhei groaned at the feeling of it dripping down his balls and gave a few more deep thrusts before stilling as thick, hot, white ropes of his sticky cum paint your insides.

"Fuck, baby..." His voice turns back whiny as he feels his cock twitching as he came so hard that he saw stars. "Oh, baby, thank you. Thank you for letting me fill your pussy up with my cum."

You lean over and kiss his lips. "Thank you for the ride, baby."

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stqrriichiigo · 9 months

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𝐖𝐈𝐏 ( tag game ) !!

rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner got!!rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner got!!

thanks for the tag Sabrina! @beanxiv

#ꮺ₊˚๑ ari's game tags !! 🎮

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kuronanox · 4 years

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Master List

BLEACH

Shuhei Hisagi

Pushing him away

Childhood promises

Strangers

Byakuya Kuchiki

Not enough

Hidden emotions

Kensei Muguruma

Different views

Second chance

Crimson

Ulquiorra Schiffer

Healing (AU)

Home is you

Ichigo Kurosaki

A new beginning

Forgotten memories

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Apart

Insecure Love

Ukitake Jushiro

Hesitant

Every moment with you

Her troubles

Izuru Kira

Reminiscing

Bad Dream

Kyoraku Shunsui

Looking from afar

Weak

Aizen Sosuke

Trapped

Betrayal

My sweet girl

Gin Ichimaru

Comfort and lost

New Years

Hirako Shinji

Jazz lies

Jazz out the bar

Renji Abarai

Something there

A Helping Hand In Need

Kaien Shiba

Our little Secret

Zaraki Kenpachi

Someone like me

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

BLACK CLOVER

Captains harem ft. Julius

Nozel Silva

Jealousy

Our paths unwind

I can’t let go

Fuegoleon Vermillion

Recovering

My own fae

William Vangeance

Helpless

Dependent

A Women’s Determination

Patri

Happy ever after

Unhealthy love

Yami Sukehiro

Best friend and Lover

Admit it

Luck Voltia

Genuine Smile

Julius Novachrono

A promise in heaven

Leopold Vermillion

Your knight

Nacht Faust

I just wanted you to be happy

Zenon Zogratis

Accept My Love

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diorsbrando · 2 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛!

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 WARNINGS & 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎! ⤿ pairings; multifandom x black!fem!reader!

includes ; headcanon scenarios of men across several fandoms including naruto, jujutsu kaisen, attack on titan, bleach, & tokyo revengers. all characters aged up 21+ where applicable. tobi/obito are two different people here as well as sukuna/yuuji. explicit & suggestive content and language, night club setting, mentions of alcohol, fluff if you squint really hard. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

notes! — another one of my impulsive ideas that i got while listening to music LOL i hope you guys enjoy this a lil fun idea to write! i apologize if these aren’t accurate or ooc! i tried my best ://

it was friday night, and after a long and stressful week, you found yourself slipping on your favorite ‘going out dress’ and heels to match, and were on your way to that popular nightclub that you’d always drive by on the way to work, but never got to visit yourself due to your busy schedule. you sat in the car jamming to music with your best friends , and your boyfriend texted you and said he’d meet you there, very eager to see you and what dress you decided to wear. after your arrival, the night seemed to speed by and you already felt yourself loosening up and having a blast. then, through the loud speakers, the song “work” by rihanna started to play, instantly getting you hype:

sneaks up behind you without you noticing and begins to match their hip movements with yours. you’re lowkey surprised at how good of a dancer they are and keeping the rhythm. their larger hands return home on your hips, gently rubbing them up and down your skin, from your waist to your thighs. they’re fully enjoying how flustered you get, how your body shudders when they whisper the lyrics in your ear, while simultaneously placing soft kisses on your neck and collarbone. heat pools at your core at the intimacy and passion of your motions.

itachi, kakashi, neji, sai, asuma, shisui, genma, izumo, shikaku, jiraiya, deidara, hashirama, minato, ashura, gojo, yuuji, getou, choso, higuruma, megumi, yuuta, inumaki, todo, eren, erwin, armin, jean, reiner, onyakopon, zeke, miche, nile, renji, shinji, ukitake, kisuke, chad, shunsui, kugo ginjo, gin, shuhei, tosen, mikey, naoto, draken, chifuyu, mitsuya, souya, hakkai, wakasa, shinichiro, izana, kakucho, benkei, kokonoi, atsushi (akkun)

kinda( slow and ) sensual grinding—like very sensual. his hands are roaming every inch of your body and you gasp when you feel his quickly hardening erection on your ass/tailbone. matter fact, the man damn near bends you over on the dance floor and dry humps you right there in front of everyone. you look back to see his tongue sticking out his mouth and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. you grew hot with embarrassment by his brazen and explicit actions, but also increasingly impatient to leave the club so he can solve the problem he created by fucking you dumb.

genma, kotetsu, shisui, kankuro, suigetsu, jiraiya, hidan, deidara, kiba, yuuji, gojo, getou, sukuna, todo, eren, jean, connie, zeke, erwin, renji, grimmjow, ikkaku, shinji, shunsui, kugo ginjo, mikey, chifuyu, wakasa, baji, nahoya (smiley), hanma, ran, sanzu, yamagishi

they were much too shy or apprehensive about going to dance with you, so they settled to hang at the bar with some friends, or by himself, ordering drink after cocktail, in hopes it’ll loosen him up a bit; he takes joy in observing you from afar. he stared at you with what looked like hearts in his eyes, completely mesmerized by your curves, loving how much you were enjoying yourself. he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way you gyrated to the beat, in your own little world which he desperately wanted to join. if it wasn’t for you glancing at him suggestively or his friends encouraging him to go over there, he would have never gotten up.

omoi, naruto , gaara, iruka-sensei, yamato, sai, rock lee, tobi, megumi, choso, kusakabe, yuuta, muta, ichiji, noritoshi kamo, armin, connie, reiner, bertholdt, miche, nile, niccolo, ichigo, kisuke, chad, uryū, hitsugaya, ulquiorra, shuhei, coyote starrk, takemichi, naoto, chifuyu, souya (angry), kazutora, hakkai, shinichiro, izana, kakucho, inui, takuya, yamagishi, peh-yan

..…you’re not even to on the dance floor. whether it would have been with your friends or by yourself, this man is not having it and he’d prefer if you stayed by his side. he’s not really the ‘dance floor’ type, so instead he has his own little section to smoke, drink and talk with his close friends. and that’s where you’ll be too—sitting your pretty self on his lap and watching everyone else have a great time. you were upset at first, but with the way he would mindlessly trace his rough palms on your thighs, waist and tummy, you were quickly convinced this was way better than sweating out your edges and makeup. still, you couldn’t help but whine your hips on the man’s crotch, the bass and lyrics so hypnotic and controlled your mind and every movement you made. feeling him get hard almost immediately, you bit your lip to contain your excitement and arousal and continued to tease him. the man underneath you held a lopsided smirk as he watched you grind on his clothed cock.

shino, shikaku, shikamaru, obito, pain, kakuzu, sasuke, madara, tobirama, indra, sasori, getou, nanami, toji, sukuna, naoya, muta, levi, bertholdt, floch, zeke, byakuya, chad, grimmjow, gin, aizen, hitsugaya, tosen, kenpachi, ulquiorra, kugo ginjo, kensei, draken, hanma, kisaki, rindou, takeomi, sanzu, benkei, taiju, kokonoi, inui

a/n! — i put some people in more than one place because i felt like depending on circumstances and their personality (or time period), more than one description fits certain people. i hope you all enjoyed, pls reblog and like!! it is greatly appreciated <33

#sailewhoremoon #—sosa’s thoughts💭#sosa’s filez 💭#multi fandom #headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #naruto shippuden #tokyo revengers #tkyorev #nrto hcs #bleach #bleach headcanons #attack on titan #aot hcs #yes this is correct #snk

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honeybleed · 1 year

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take care ⋆ hisagi shuhei

content & warnings: female reader, canon compliant, mentions of PTSD symptoms, trauma, established relationship, comfort, bounces back between past and present but set around beginning of tybw, italics indicate flashback/divider indicates time skip

author’s note: bleach is is probably my favourite series ever, so me writing a fic for it so late is kinda wild, even my bio is izuru's poem

for @etherealxmaya’s good girl gone bad collab !!

thank you maya for this collab and creating this opportunity 🥺💓 love u sis + congrats on 500 🫂

word count: 2.2k

"That's Hisagi Shuhei!" Izuru said lowly, whilst the seniors instructed the class on the strict rules of a field trip on the world of the living.

"So...?" Renji responded, beyond unimpressed.

"So? He's the first student to be accepted into the Court Guards before graduating! He'll be a ranked officer before long."

"He failed the entrance exam twice though." Izuru placed a hand on his chest with a smug look upon his face. "I passed with the highest rank. So I guess that makes me way more talented than him."

"That’s not very nice, Izuru." Momo chastised.

"Yeah, what if he overhears you and kicks your ass?" You snickered causing Renji to burst out into hysterics, which earned some glares from the other students.

"I want front row seats to that!" Renji exclaimed.

"Is there something you want to share with the rest of us, freshmen?" Shuhei said, in his attempt at an authoritarian voice.

Momo and Izuru cowered but you and Renji were unbothered the slightest. "Just power-scaling the seniors and freshmen." You sassed back.

"Hmph. I wonder if that will prevent your ass becoming hollow bait." He said, bluntly. You noticed from your peripherals a look of horror cast on Renji’s face but you simply let out a snort.

"Maybe so."

Shuhei narrowed his eyes at you, then continued with the safety guidelines.

Well, it was safe to say after that day both Izuru and Shuhei were knocked down a few pedestals.

It was a simple life after Aizen, Tosen and Gin’s defection. Things were quiet. Maybe too quiet.

Paperwork and outside missions. It was slightly monotonous for you but it beat the absolute chaos of Aizen and co.

You were in the infirmary after Shuhei was injured by a hollow, trying to protect some rookie soul reapers on a field mission.

"How funny is that?" He said, with a wry chuckle.

"What is?" You questioned, brows knitting together in confusion.

"The first thing I said to you was some comment about you becoming hollow bait cos you weren't listening. Then I proceeded to become a hollow chew toy."

You shook your head and sighed.

"It’s fine...I thought I was a cool for talking back." You replied, waving a hand.

The last thing you wanted was for him to feel guilty for something that happened so long ago.

However, he had a tendency to ruminate bad memories whenever he wound up in Fourth Division's infirmary.

His fingers grazed over the scars on the side of his face.

"Will you quit that?" You tutted, clamping a hand around his wrist and yanking it away from his face. You cradled his cheek, and stroked where his fingers had just been.

"How many times I told you I like the scars? They make you look real rugged." You said in a teasing tone.

"You’re annoying." He responded, unable to stop the smile that was tugging at the corner of his lips.

"You love it." You said, then leaned across the bed to plant a loving peck onto his lips.

Shuhei had moments here and there where he could completely catch you off guard, and now was one of them.

He immediately slid his palm on the nape of your neck, not allowing you to sit back on the chair and crushed his lips against yours in a more frenzied and passionate kiss.

You almost lost your balance in shock and toppled onto him which made you gasp. He snaked his hands across your waist and hauled you onto him.

Public displays of affection on this level were a little inappropriate considering you both were in a different division's base.

And the last thing you wanted was for Captain Unohana to tear the both of you to shreds in her honey sweet voice.

The two of you whipped your head around towards the entrance of the room at the sound of scuttling.

"M'sorry! I’m so sorry! I should've knocked! Please, please forgive me-" The familiar pitiful and deer in headlights demeanour belonging none other to Hanataro Yamada.

You slid off Shuhei’s lap and bowed exactly ninety degrees, despite Hanataro ranking even lower than you.

"I sincerely apologise, seventh seat yamada! i'll be taking my leave, apologies for interfering with your work!"

"Kiss ass." Shuhei muttered under his breath, in which you gave him the finger. Unbeknownst to Hanataro.

Hanataro meekly made his way towards the bed and gave a grateful nod.

"Oh, you don't need to be so formal with me Fifth seat L/N!" He said, eyes forming little crescents and pink dusting his cheeks. "You’re my senior! All Lieutenant Hisagi needs is a quick bandage change and he'll be good to go!"

"Really?" Shuhei asked, raising a brow.

"You tryna play hooky, Lieutenant?" You said, with a smug smile.

"Pfft. I’m sure another hour here and the Ninth division would implode." He groaned.

�� .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You laid beside Shuhei, your hand settled on his chest watching it raise up and down.

Lately he'd drop by your division's barracks to sleep with you but there was never much talk or even affection.

He’d be out cold in a matter of minutes.

You tried to not take it so personally. His workload was always tenfolds compared to the other lieutenants since it was the Ninth division's responsibility to run the Seireitei Bulletin.

Then there was the matter of him having to battle his beloved mentor and captain who was going against the very morals he'd passed onto him.

And how he witnessed him being cruelly slaughtered by Aizen.

It was almost as if the two of you were connected because as soon as you even thought about it, Shuhei’s face contorted in discomfort and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead.

He made incoherent, strangled noises from the back of his throat.

"Shuhei..." You said gently, not trying to send him hurtling into a full blown panic attack.

He began to open his eyes and sat up immediately.

"Where am I?" He questioned.

"My room." You responded. "Was it a bad dream?"

He didn't answer, however the look on his face told you all you needed to know.

You couldn't even tell him it was just a dream. It was his reality.

"Let me get you a glass of water, okay?" You said as you slid out of the bed.

"No, I'm not...thirsty. Stay with me, Y/N. Please." He said, eyes pleading as he tugged on your hand.

"You need water, Shuhei. I’ll be right back, I promise."

You handed him a cup, and stood beside him as he gulped the water.

"Not thirsty, my ass. Look at you gulping it down like you were stranded in the desert for days." You remarked, in an attempt to make him laugh. Much to no avail.

"Can you hold me?"

"Oh, Shu...of course.." You sighed as you gathered him in your arms, his cheek resting against your shoulder. You pressed a kiss on the crown of his head and twirled your fingers around his jet black locks.

As you held him, you felt something wet drip onto your hand. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

"I’m sorry. I’m so weak." He rasped out.

"You’re the strongest man I know, Shu. Don’t ever think otherwise."

"What did I do to deserve an angel like you?"

"Become a hollow chew toy." You echoed his comment finally getting a chuckle from him.

He sighed.

"You know straight after that day there were nights i couldn't sleep until the sun was up." He said, voice low. "Every time I close my eyes, I’m brought back to that exact moment. And I’m so helpless, I stand there doing nothing.”

"You need to focus on now. The past and the future is completely out of your control and you need to accept that." You said firmly.

"We may be soul reapers who guide humans but the core part of that is to be a warrior. You took a massive blow back then, but you live to fight again and that's what matters."

He rested his head onto your chest.

It was something you told him to do the first time he started getting nightmares and insomnia after Tosen passed away.

"Just focus on my heartbeat."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Unbearable silence.

The atmosphere was so eerily silent after the damn near annihilation by the Sternritters.

What could be said?

You witnessed first hand, your close friend Izuru blasted to smithereens as his flesh and blood splattered across you all.

Shuhei was a wreck, being first witness of Yamamoto's inferno of rage.

Your hands would not, for the life of you, stop trembling. You were so jittery and on edge you headed to the bathroom of the Ninth division's barracks to shower in hopes of trying to soothe yourself.

Your head whipped to see shuhei standing at the door. Your eyes met, but there was nothing either of you could possibly say to express how you truly felt.

His eyes were so...dull.

You gestured for him to join you, and he wordlessly obliged as he began to undo his shihakusho.

He clambered into the tub as the shower head sprayed a jet of scorching water, you stepped to the side to allow him to wetten his hair and scrub his skin with the soapy washcloth.

"I don't...deserve this." He finally croaked out.

"Huh?"

"I just stood there." he said, referring to when Captain Commander told him to move and let him deal with the Quincy invader.

"You stood your ground, Shuhei. Don’t beat yourself up.." You said, a little dazed from earlier.

Your head was spinning, for sure.

You were exceptional at combat, your skills was regularly praised by all of the Thirteen Squad Guards but nothing could've prepared you for that.

"This always happens. I always freeze, look at me Y/N!" He suddenly cried out as he grabbed your wrist. "The scars on my face are testament enough to how much of a coward I am-"

"That’s ENOUGH!" You screeched at the top of your lungs, causing him to wince at your volume as your yelling echoed throughout the room. You instantly tore away from his grip.

The water continued as the both of you stared at each other, unable to break the stare.

His eyebrows knitted together in dismay, eyes glossed over with tears.

His lips cut, slashes and bruising across his skin. You had taken an equally painful thrashing but your reaction was a completely different contrast.

The scowl on your face told him all he needed to know. Whilst he was drowning in the waves of guilt and deprecation, you were seething.

You immediately pushed past him, yanked a towel and marched out of the bathroom, leaving him dumbfounded.

After he finished his shower, he stood at the doorway of your quarters.

"I need to go." His voice called out, dragging you out of your train of thought.

"Where?"

"There's a lot of casualties so...it's better to be out." He responded, a little ashamed from his outburst.

"I’m staying in." You said, curtly. "I suggest you do to. You’re clearly not in the right state of mind to be embroiled in all of that right now."

"...I can't do that." He said, lowly. "I’m sorry."

"Shuhei, do you even know why you're apologising?" You sneered.

"You’re angry at me...so I must've upset you somehow." He said, in an uncertain tone as he grimaced.

You squinted your eyes shut as you felt the dam holding back your emotions burst for the dozenth time today.

"I’m not angry at you, Shuhei." You said. "I’m frustrated!"

"You're my everything. And it kills me inside watching you suffer every night. I wish more than anything I could take those thoughts away from you." You said, voice cracking.

"You don't have to do that."

"How can you even blame yourself for something not even our General Commander could withstand?!" You cried out, in an incredulous tone as you threw up your hands.

"I’m sorry for even burdening you with that." Shuhei said, lowly.

"...Just stop apologising." You said in a pained tone as you ran a hand over your face.

You were met with silence.

"The only thing on my mind when the chaos began was to wonder where you were. I know you are a fighter but I was panicking thinking I’d lost you." He said, not meeting your gaze.

"You’re not gonna lose me." You said, voice full of determination.

"...How do you know that?" He asked, voice hoarse.

"I’ll always find my way back to you. Whether its in this life or the next." You responded.

Shuhei felt his heart swell. In many ways, he viewed you as an angel sent to him.

How you managed to keep your head up and wits about you even with such tragedy and havoc surrounding you.

You stood up from the bed and rubbed your temples together.

"I’ll go with you, then." You stated, making your way to the wardrobe to fetch the folded shihakusho but suddenly you felt his chest press against your back and his face nestle into the crook of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You blinked hard as tears began to prick at your waterline and you laced your fingers with his. Your thumb stroking the callouses and veins.

His scent that you'd become so accustomed to, something woody yet aromatic, warm and leathery was always a comfort.

"Thank you." He breathed out, shakily. "For being by my side."

"Always and forever."

author's note:

if you read this far thank you so much!!

i wanted to say sorry if the reader comes across dismissive of shuhei’s trauma, i only figured this was the mentality across the soul society. i feel as if all the soul reapers wouldn’t really appreciate some sort of pity party and would much rather prefer a kick up the backside.

hopefully the next bleach fic i make will be a tosen one.

he's one of my favourite characters too and i didn't want to make him sound selfish however i feel like thats how the three (aizen, tosen and gin) were portrayed to everybody else.

SPOILERS but when you read the light novel aizen admits that he killed tosen out of mercy because he knew tosen wouldn't be able to handle the guilt if he survived the battle for karakura town.

anyways i'm rambling but love u all ehehe 🫶🏽💓

#shuhei x reader #shuhei hisagi x reader #bleach x reader #bleach x black reader #bleach x black! reader #bleach x female reader #hisagi x reader #bleach x y/n #bleach x you #bleach fanfiction #bleach fanfic #anime x black!reader #anime x black reader #⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles

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eiflawriting · 1 year

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“all i wanted

was you…”

#( 𝄞 ) — selfships: shūhei hisagi #shuhei hisagi x black reader

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buriedinbleach · 4 years

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Along for the Ride

@blog-lady-vi asked: Kensei x Reader thigh riding scenario, pretty pleaaaaase 😱 Those thighs are made for sin omg 😍

Bless your sweet sinful mind for gifting me with this incredible request. Seriously, this ask was a treasure. Its definitely been a while since I’ve written a fic, so I hope my dust isn’t showing!

*winks* Let’s see just what kind of sin those thighs are made for, shall we?

“Babe, please?” Your soft voice was in Kensei’s ear as you leaned over his shoulder; sweet, warm, and wanting. That would also explain why your delicate fingers were currently working their way inside his open shihakusho – stroking up, and down his firm chest. Kensei’s eyes temporarily lost focus on the stack of papers strewn out over the desk in front of him. The gentle graze of your lips, just close enough to sweep his skin, mixed with the kiss of heat from your breath as you moved up his neck and over his ear had left him perfectly distracted.

Kensei inhaled deeply through his nose before opening his eyes to speak, summoning all his willpower. “I just have three more reports to review, then we can head home.” He heard your groan, knowing you made no attempt to stifle it and huffed out a laugh. “Don’t worry. I plan on making it up to you – more than once.”

The wicked smile that crossed your lips was hidden from view, but no sooner had Kensei turned his eyes back to his reports than your fingers resumed their path, moving further down his chest, your lips returned to ghosting over his ear. Neither of you spoke while you did your best to tempt him – and it seemed for once, Kensei was going to let you.

What a fun game this could be...

The tip of your tongue peeked out from between your soft lips. It carefully traced the shell of his ear with precision while one hand continued working its way lower, easing his haori open a little further with every inch. Kensei’s relaxed breathing didn’t betray the hunger growing steadily by the second, deep in the pit of his stomach. A warm breath sailed down his neck when your tongue gently flicked the piercing on his cartilage. That broke him.

Kensei let out a low groan before one firm hand clamped down on your wrist, pulling you around his chair with enough force for you to land right in his lap. Exactly where he wanted you.

He gripped your hips, greedily palming your curves and jerking you forward on his lap. His kiss was gentle and slow, with one hand tucked behind your neck to pull your lips to his. Kensei’s other hand however, continued to caress and tease, drawing breathless gasps from your parted lips.

Your fingers wound through his hair, tightly holding his mouth to your neck. “Kensei.”

“I told you, I am the super lieutenant! You do what I say!” Mashiro’s trilling whine broke through the quiet of the room. You both froze: your hips in the process of grinding against his, Kensei’s hand pulling at the collar of your kimono. Almost in tandem, both of your eyes shot towards the door.

“How many times do we have to go over this?” The exasperation in Shuhei’s voice was evident – and it was definitely getting closer.

You looked back at Kensei, quickly adjusting your kimono back into place. He held a finger to his lips and eased you off his lap. It was easy to hear Mashiro and Shuhei’s voices echoing down the long squad nine hallway, growing louder with each passing second. Kensei glanced around the room, formulating a quick plan, pulling you into a small utility closet at the front of the room alongside him. The door to the closet slipped closed without a sound just as the door to Kensei’s office swung open to reveal Mashiro and Shuhei – still arguing. Loudly.

“Ken-sei!” Mashiro stomped her foot dramatically, letting Shuhei brush past her only to find Kensei’s desk empty.

It was almost uncomfortably tight in that closet, especially being shoved in there with someone of Kensei’s size. His back was to the office where Shuhei and Mashiro continued to argue out of sight. You stood crammed in chest to chest, wedged together like interlocking puzzle pieces, one of his massive thighs between your legs. Kensei tilted his ear back towards the office to listen more closely.

“Doesn’t look like he’s here.” Shuhei turned towards the door, shoulders slumped, irritated and exhausted.

Mashiro crossed her arms, a look of indignation flashing across her face. “We aren’t leaving! He’ll be back soon. You would know that if you were the Super Lieutenant.” She flopped down on the couch, making herself very comfortable.

‘Poor Shuhei,’ You couldn’t help but smirk to yourself in the darkness.

The impact of the closet’s small dimensions began to resonate with you and Kensei almost immediately. With his shoulders spanning most of the door, Kensei’s heavy mass guaranteed no one was getting in any time soon. As he leaned back towards to door to listen, you inched forward, pressed tightly to his body.

Your soft, quiet, panting breaths echoed through Kensei’s mind, pounding like a drum, until they were indistinguishable from the beat of his own heart. The hand that was resting against your lower back crept lower still before squeezing and pulling your hips against his thigh.

“Ay!” You chided in a whisper, uselessly throwing Kensei a glare in the pitch black darkness of the closet. It took everything you had not to smack him across the chest in warning. What the hell had gotten into him?

You leaned in closer, bringing your lips to his ear and whispered, “They’ll hear us in here.”

Kensei grinned triumphantly when he noticed that you made no attempt to move your hips away afterwards. He could hear Shuhei grumbling something unintelligible while Mashiro drones on about a recent shopping trip with Rangiku. At least, that’s how it sounded to Kensei’s ears. Particularly, when he had you almost exactly where he wanted.

He had all the time in the world for this.

You had stalled in the darkness; frozen in place, anxious with anticipation until the tips of his rough fingers teasingly grazed your thigh, causing you to gasp in surprise before relaxing into his touch. His wide palm settled with a weighty pressure against your back, keeping your hips tightly fitted against his. Kensei’s fingers though, they trace an invisible pattern over your skin, inching under the hem of your kimono and up your thigh before retreating back down again, slowly progressing.

Kensei repeated the pattern over and over.

Teasing.

Each time, his fingers circled ever closer to grazing your slit over your underwear. Always so close. So close – but not quite. As a whimper caught in your throat, Kensei’s lips silenced your objections before you made them. His kiss was hot and possessive, but you wanted more, pulling him closer.

Your hips shift, just an inch, but it made all the difference. Kensei knew the second you felt it; your body went rigid, your lips parted, and the sweetest – hottest – pant escaped before Kensei’s teeth nipped your lower lip in teasing silence.

“That’s it, babe. Might as well make the most of our situation, right?”

That voice. It sent a sharp chill racing down your spine, but a hot ache was burning through your gut. It began in his palm, firm against your back, radiating through your body and sinking into your core, penetrating every fiber of every muscle until you had molded yourself perfectly against him. Angling just right thanks to a little encouragement from Kensei.

You gave a slow nod of agreement, letting your teeth sink into your lower lip to silence a surprised gasp that threatened to escape.

“Now, where were we?” His teeth grazed your ear, causing you to subconsciously tilt your neck, placing more of yourself on offering. Kensei grinned in the darkness like a naughty schoolboy, one very close to getting exactly what he –

Your hand clamped down around his wrist, catching him in the act, with one finger dipped into your underwear, testing for the wetness you both knew he would find. You wanted to let him continue, to see how far he was willing to go with his lieutenants on the other side of the door. Any excuse at all to sink down on that sinful – thick – digit, but the sound of Shuhei and Mashiro’s mumbled voices and a strange ‘thunk’ closeby reminded you of the presence of others, calling you back from the void.

“What if they see, or even hear something?” You pulled his hand out from your underwear with a light smack to the back of his wrist, trying to suitably chastise him. Even if the effect was somewhat lessened by your panting breaths. Your mind and your body were at odds, that is, until your more primal brain took over.

Kensei felt the muscles of your legs clench and roll around his thigh, slow and cyclical like a wave. The movements were understated, cautious, almost as if you were shy, or trying not to get caught, even by Kensei. With one hand at the small of your back and the other wrapped around your thigh, he jerks you up into his body with enough friction to leave you seeing stars.

“Trust me, it’ll just be us. They’ll never know.” He whispered, letting his lip lightly brush the shell of your ear. His own voice was growing about as strained as the tight fabric of his unforgiving hakama the harder he got. Kensei eagerly made a mental note for another time: getting you turned on, with your heavy breathing and the way your fingers dig desperately into the hard muscles of his shoulders as you angled your hips in discreet attempts to find friction – fuck, it all made him hard as a rock.

You turned through his words in your head over and over, all while your hips continued their tentative dance, tightly locked in place in Kensei’s firm grasp, yet slipping ever closer to the edge of an abyss. Still not quite wanting to give in so easily, but finding it harder to resist with each passing second.

Lost in thought, temporarily distracted, you nod ‘yes’ with contented submission. Kensei feels you relax into his touch, sinking down onto his thigh like you were being liquified. His grip on your body tightens, pulling you closer until his lips brushed yours, teasing your body and your senses with grazing kisses.

Your hand wraps around the back of his neck, giving him a taste of his own medicine as you slowly trace his full lips with the tip of your tongue until it’s Kensei who hungrily devours you in another kiss. But, longing to tease and tempt him, that deep kiss drove you further against his thigh, brushing your clit over the hard muscle lightly rocking beneath you.

Lightly rocking, and –

Oh gods! He was grinding now too – rutting your hips over his leg.

“Ke – “ He quickly silenced your hushed gasp, kissing you breathless while grinning wickedly against your lips. His hands may have been greedily palming your thighs – bracing, supporting, even gently guiding – but the wanton motions were all your own.

“Ssshhh, babe.” He whispered, trailing his lips along your jaw and down your neck, making himself at home in that one spot he just knew drove you crazy. “You can be as loud as you want when we get home.”

Kensei tried to act tough. He wanted you to think this had absolutely no effect on him. He tried to act like he could watch you get yourself off all night – grinding your clit against his thigh, taking the friction you needed rather than waiting for him. Except that by now, he was happily palming handfuls of your ass, angling your hips just right until you were pulling against the collar of his haori and burying your face in his chest, silently panting for breath.

Heat builds in your core, flourishing like vines curling along the jungle floor, pulling and coiling ever tighter. Kensei’s hard cock twitched against your thigh, aching for attention, but he knew he could wait all night if he had to. Instead, his ears pricked with the telltale signs of your approaching climax. Your breathing speeds up, hitching one or twice as the muscles throughout your body begin to tense at the waves of your approaching climax.

“Ah – “ You gasped, sinking your teeth into your lower lip to silence your cries. The only way this moment could have been any better is if you had your own hands full of Kensei’s sculpted ass, pulling him deep inside your core with every thrust. But, the main course could wait until you two were home – you didn’t think you could have kept quiet enough for that.

“Fuck, you are gorgeous babe.” Kensei murmured darkly, slowly enunciating every word. He presses his lips against your neck to lick and suck until you were sure he’d left a mark – you just didn’t care. He took control, guiding the roll of your hips over his thigh when he felt you begin to tremble and lose momentum, muscles clenching cyclically like the roll of a wave. Kensei groaned at your shudder, a long, deep sound that travelled from his lips at your neck, vibrating through your body like a plucked string. “So beautiful.”

The reverberations from his voice were like the first shockwaves unleashing your orgasm. Starting out slow and steady with a warmth that kissed your skin with flame and engulfed your muscles in liquid ecstasy. “Ssshh.” You pull his mouth to yours to silence him with a kiss.

Kensei gently nips and kisses your lips as you hiss with pleasure, grinding your hips against his thigh, riding out every last bit of friction you needed until he felt your body relax in his arms. He held you close, brushing the hair from your eyes before bringing his lips to your ear. “Gods that was hot. You ready to get out of here and finish this at home?”

The mere thought of Kensei pounding you into the mattress back home had your head swimming as the warmth in your core began creeping through your veins again. You didn’t even notice Kensei open the door and step out of the cramped closet until the bright light hit your eyes, blinding you with a brief flash. “Wait!”

“Why? I think we waited long enough to make sure they weren’t coming back.” Kensei let out a chuckle then turned to straighten his desk quickly so the two of you could leave. You scanned the room, seeking visual confirmation that Mashiro and Shuhei had indeed gone, trying to riddle out when they had left – hoping it was well before you were trying to call out Kensei’s name.

You groaned. “When did they leave?”

Kensei looked at you, puzzled, as you both walked to the door. “Did you think they were out here that whole time?” You would swear you could pinpoint the exact moment the realization struck him; the darkness in his eyes and the seductive smirk spreading slowly across his lips were the only clues you needed. “You did.”

Damn Kensei. How did that smug grin always turn you on?

“You knew they were gone the whole time?” You narrowed your eyes darkly, walking up to him until you were chest to chest. Kensei didn’t flinch. He looked back at you with a knowing, damnably hot grin causing the flames of desire to bite and singe your skin. “I’m gonna make you pay for that.”

In one blink, Kensei had lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing your back to the nearby wall. As your pulse raced and your breaths quickened, he kissed you, long and deep before whispering in your ear. “I’m counting on it, babe.”

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