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BRAVE SOULS IS SPOON FEEDING THE SHINJI STANS

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@pinguwuuuu @villainsrtasty @veeepawoon @hirak0s @darthwhorecrux

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“Think the evidence speaks for itself, Darlin’”

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DON’T look at me like that. I am a woman with a weak constitution.

This is, once again, inspired by a @sexintheseireitei fic, “Shinji Wears The Pant(ies) in This Relationship (NSFW)”. GO. READ. IT.

Its also inspired by that meme I reblogged from @toxictaicho showing the underwear he would wear.

May I add you to my dbd writers list?

Yessssss of course! Always excited to see a fellow DBD lover ♡ hoping to start pumping out more dbd works :)

May I add you to my bleach writers list?

Absolutely! I am honored you want to 💖<333 thank u thank u!!!

It's true, he does always say that about the cute girls (speaking from experience)

Pssst...there's smut down there 👇🏻

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Kisuke is too," you teased.

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

"Perhaps," you grinned deviously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I like you."

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

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

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

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

Slowly, you nodded.

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

"Fuck."

"Fuck?" You panicked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes," you repeated.

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

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"...okay," you agreed.

"Okay?"

"Okay." You nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah." You held your breath.

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

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

"Goodnight, Shinji."

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

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

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(Not that I always haven't been) but I am hyperfixating on Shinji HEAVY lately

And I just had a couple of martinis there is so much shiz I am about to post about my glorious king YAYYYYYYYY ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

(Not that I always haven't been) but I am hyperfixating on Shinji HEAVY lately

And I just had a couple of martinis there is so much shiz I am about to post about my glorious king YAYYYYYYYY ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

I found a juicy reference on my ttl and i didn’t hesitate

WAKE UP SHINJI NATION A NEW SCRUMPTIOUS, GLORIOUS, TOE-CURL INDUCING, GIGGLE PRODUCING, SCREAM WORTHY, JAW DROPPING, AWOOGA SOUNDING, HEART EYES DEVELOPING, BOOMSHAKALAKA DOING, FEET KICKING PHOTO OF SHINJI HIRAKO JUST DROPPED

Getting fucked from behind while bent over his desk, papers scattered all over the place. Your skirt lifted, panties lowered to your knees, his cock sliding in and out at a steady rhythmic pace. A lit cigarette in one hand, a phone in the other, casually taking a work call while he drills that greedy pussy of yours because it was lunch time and he went straight for dessert. Just stuffing you up like an eclair until overflowing and dripping down your legs as you carry out the rest of the day as if nothing transpired. But your sore leaky pussy says otherwise.

- Isshin, Shiu, Akon, maybe Shunsui on a stressful day

Shinji Hirako Head-cannons

These are some of my personal head-cannons for Shinji. This includes romantic and otherwise. Minors do not interact!

Shinji is a like a father figure to Momo. He is protective and even casually teasing to her. He knows how Aizen hurt her and wants to help her heal. He wants her to become the version of herself.

Shinji sees Hiyori as a little sister who drives him crazy, but cares about her at the end of the day. These two have that "not siblings, but should be" dynamic.

Shinji is self conscious about his appearance which is why he spends so much time on his hair and clothes. This can be noted within some of his fights with Hiyori. I personally think a lot of this stems from his inability to gain weight.

Shinji has his hair cut in a bob with the angled bangs because he feels like it accents his face and draws a little of attention to him that he may not receive otherwise.

Shinji knows he's weird as hell, and relishes in it. He knows he's unique and can turn heads without even trying when it comes to his personality.

Shinji has a love for jazz and dressing up. He gives off old man vibes without being old. Weird, old man vibes and yet he's still such a pretty boy~

Shinji is really good at reading people and their intentions. There is little to nothing that anyone can hide from him long.

He knows how to take charge and can give plenty of reasons as to why he's the leader.

Romantic and Spicy Head-Cannons Below

Hitting on his inability to gain weight, I personally think this man is in love with thick girls. Something about their nice thick thighs, big round asses, hip dips, and sexy curves get him hot and bothered. Its like he was prewired to lose his mind.

He loves make-out sessions that start out slow and sensual and lead into getting his tongue ring sucked on and gently bit. Anyone does this and you'll be begging for him to lose control.

Shinji loves spooning his partner. He loves the way their ass presses into his crotch nice and firm. He loves it even more when he can teasingly roll his hips up into them. He will pull their hair off their neck, sucking and kissing everywhere he can reach. Be prepared to look like a battlefield after one of his special moods.

Shinji has no problem using his tongue ring on all the pretty and sensitive parts that his partner has. Tits, thighs.. clit.. He'll make you wither under him and laugh about it.

Shinji is a switch. He loves to take control, but he also loves it when you ride him taking what you want from him. Riding him until you come around his nice slim long cock. He loves that the second you come, he gets to start thrusting up and over stimulating you until he fills you to the brim.

Shinji loves when his partner takes their hand pushing up the back of his neck slowly, before grabbing a fistful of his hair as he eats you out. He will loudly moan against your entrance, his hips that were already grinding into the mattress becoming more fervent.

Shinji will start an argument just to get you riled up enough to grab his tie and jerk him to your height. BUT be warned the second you do this, you're in for a long night.

Something else he LOVES is to be able to take a shower with his partner. It doesn't always have to end in sex for him. He just loves holding you in the shower with the hot water spraying around you. He contently hugs you tightly to his bare body, hands rubbing circles into your skin, and his face buried in your neck thanking you for loving him.

This man LOVES to slowly and sensually make love to you. He will pump his cock in you nice and slowly, mouth kissing anywhere he can get. He knows it drives you crazy, like an itch that's getting rubbed instead of scratched. But do be ensured that he will be making you come around him, your pleasure bursting after being so slowly built up. You will be so over stimulated and so content after this that you can't help but love it too.

Shinji will also bend you over the kitchen table and give you everything you've begged for by being such a brat. He knows when you get that bratty and mouthy that you're needy but too worked up to ask for it. "You've been bitchy all day, apparently you really need my fucking cock to rail it out of you!" He will proceed to grab your hair, and rail you over and over on the kitchen table with your tits pressed into the wood. He will go until neither of you can go anymore, and you've left tears and drool all over the surface.

TW: smut ♡

Shinji Hirako is not a fan of PDA...

Surprisingly, given how loud, shameless and unapologetic he was, Shinji was the type who very seldom showed his affection for you in front of others. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't ashamed or embarrassed of his love for you by any means, and he wasn't afraid to beckon you by a subtle pet name or perform a sweet act of service while others watched. He just had a thing about not laying his hands on you, not showing any PDA because he didn't "need perverts or weirdos watching him be intimate with you." He claimed it was more special to have you all to himself, that he didn't want others to even begin to imagine you in that way.

You had no reason not to believe him, not with how stark the contrast was when you were alone. You had never met a man as handsy or as clingy as Shinji. You never needed him to wrap an arm around you or hold your hand in public because he gave you so much physical affection in private that sometimes you welcomed the chance to get some space from him.

Behind closed doors, Shinji was always touching you - holding your hand, running his fingers through your hair, caressing your back, squishing your cheeks...

Slapping your ass, squeezing your thighs, fondling your breasts, kissing, licking, and biting any and every part of you - he left no part of you unexplored, knowing your body probably better than you did.

He had been gone all day today, ever the busy man as a Captain now, and you were losing your mind craving his touch. When he finally returned, shrugging off his robes and finding his way to you, you melted into him, welcoming his wandering hands with a tired, needy sigh.

"Oh?" He laughed, reading your body language perfectly as you curved into him and arched under his caress, much like a cat seeking its owner's affection. "Did you miss me today, sweet thing?"

"So much," you pouted. "I'm so happy you're here now." You snuggled against his slender frame as his hands traveled high and low, petting your hair before grabbing a handful of your ass.

"You're too cute." He grinned down at you mischievously. "I should really get a shower. You wanna join me, doll?"

You nodded eagerly, excitedly following him to the bathroom and wasting no time getting undressed with him. Stepping under the hot water was like heaven, even more so when he was against you again, hugging you from behind and pressing kisses into the side of your head. You wished every moment could be like this, warm and content and full of affection. You leaned into him, trying to appreciate the present while you could.

It didn't take long for his fingers to slip between your thighs, playing with your bundle of nerves while he hardened behind you, and as he expertly toyed with your body, you found it easier and easier to remain in the moment. Your knees weakened beneath you. You willed strength back into your legs, spreading them apart further to both ground yourself and to give Shinji easier access. He slipped one finger inside you, and with his other hand, another into your mouth. You greedily sucked him in at both ends, clenching and moaning around his slender digits.

"Such a good little thing for me," he praised. "I missed you too you know," he groaned into your ear. "Missed this pretty little mouth and this tight little pussy."

You hummed contentedly and drooled around his finger, eyes rolling back into your head as he twisted and curled his other obscenely long finger in and out before adding another.

You were sure of it, his large hands were made for touching you, for pumping in and out of you, and for holding you and protecting you, squeezing and hugging you. You began to get emotional thinking about it, about him, and about how grateful you were for your physically affectionate boyfriend, even if you didn't always say so.

You sobbed around his finger, and your body convulsed with the sudden onslaught of emotion, making him pull it out to grab your jaw, turning your chin to look at him. "Everything okay?" He checked in, nearly gasping when he saw hot tears gliding out of your eyes.

"I'm okay," you laughed through the tears. "I just love you so much." Your lip wobbled, the admission, reminding you of the explosion of affection and emotion in your chest. You sobbed again.

Shinji didn't stop pumping in and out of you, but at your fragile state, he softened, brows furrowing as he kissed your tears away and cooed to you, "baby, oh my sweet baby. Don't you know I love you more?"

You shook your head at him, the steamy shower cascading down and mixing with your tears in such a sweet way it made Shinji's heart - and cock - swell. "No way," you told him.

"Yeah way," he disagreed. "Let me show you, please?"

You fought against him, shaking your head again as his fingers slid in and out of your walls at a faster pace, thumping against your sweet spot each time. It felt impossible to take, to hold yourself up. "Shin - Shinji!"

"Will you cum for me? Make a mess all over my fingers? Come on, doll, show me just how much you love me."

You cried out and whined loudly without fear, your sounds muffled only when his finger was back inside your mouth for you to suck on. Your mind was blank, aside from your intense love for him and his touch, a whirlwind of feelings that were only to be experienced, never explained. You let that, along with the overwhelming heat of the running water to carry you along. Having done this many times before, the master of your body, mind and soul, Shinji easily pulled an orgasm from you, talking you through it and holding you up when you no longer had the strength to do so yourself. You trembled in his arms, shaking in the aftermath, and he began to lather you with soap and water as if you were fine china, poised to break if he didn't handle you with the utmost care.

When he finished massaging body gel into your skin, you tried to return the favor, but he refused to allow it, hurriedly washing up so that he could pull a towel around you and whisk you off to the bedroom. He dried himself only after toweling you off, and pulled the comforter over your naked bodies, only to have his hands on you again, tracing shapes and words into your bare flesh.

You fell asleep that way, in his arms, under his touch, and woke up without ever having separated from him. When another one of the Captains came to his door for something that day, it went back to business as usual. He remained apart from you, throwing you a cheeky grin as a reminder of what he's done to you, what he could do to you, and what he will do to you - later, when you were alone again. It made you snicker when the captain made a comment about never having seen the two of you kiss, remarking that Shinji must've been a lousy lover.

"He's far from lousy," you defended before your boyfriend could, smiling sweetly. "We prefer to keep intimate matters private," you explained in Shinji's own words, feeling smug when you watched his face transform with surprise, amusement, and pride. "Wouldn't want any perverts or weirdos watching what he does to me, now would I?"

Happy Valentine’s Day from your two fave HR complaints! <3

….I would chop my arm off for one chance with them I stg

(Couldn’t decide if i like it better with or without the background, so have both <3)

Happy Valentine's Day! Collab with galeontop1 (X)

I know I'm a week early, but I was excited to write something Valentine's Day related!

TW: I was in heat when I wrote this. Mentions alcohol, lots of smut, p in v penetration, face sitting, etc...Tiny bits of a little angst at the end buuut nothing our glorious king Reigen Arataka can't fix ;)

What happens when you, a lonely single, meets your friend Reigen, another lonely single, at a bar on a Friday night that also happens to be Valentine's Day?

Valentine's Day was on a Friday this year, and you celebrated by treating yourself to a whole bottle of wine. You were only halfway through it when you felt brave enough to text your friend Reigen, the insufferable screwball you had such a massive crush on.

You kept it simple, asking what he was up to for the evening. One thing led to another, and you were forgetting all about your wine and plans for isolation, getting dolled up to meet him at the bar. You'd never even approached first base with him, but you still pulled on a sweet and seductive matching set of lingerie under your outfit, just in case! It was a day for love after all.

When you arrived he was already seated at the bar, his glass half empty and his cheeks already flushed. You sauntered up to him, plopping down at his side and ordering a glass of wine. He wore his usual crisp, gray suit and pink tie, but under the tacky pink lighting in the bar for the occasion, it made him appear a bit more roguish and artfully messy. Maybe it was the way his hair fell against his forehead, knotted from continuously running his hand through it or maybe you just had too much wine coursing through your veins, warming your body and sending you into a spiraling heat, but the mere sight of him had you clenching your thighs together. You tried not to look too excited.

"Hey," Reigen greeted. "Couldn't handle spending tonight alone, could you?" He grinned teasingly.

"I just got bored." You rolled your eyes at him playfully. "And you came."

"I did come." He chuckled gruffly. It took great effort for you to keep your composure, thinking of innuendos in your head but not daring to utter them aloud.

The bartender set your glass of wine before you, and Reigen ordered him to put it on his tab. You smirked as you tipped the glass back, taking a generous sip. You felt a swell of pride, the usually frugal man who wasn't so cheap with you. "Thank you," you breathed.

"No problem." He was trying to remain nonchalant, but his leg bounced next to yours as he downed the rest of his drink.

The two of you talked about generic things, the holiday, work, what shows you were watching, books you were reading, video games you were playing, all of the socially acceptable, boring things. All the while, his leg kept bouncing. It was distracting really.

You laid a hand on his thigh just above his knee to steady it.

Reigen gave you a puzzled look, glancing down at your hand and back up. At the tiniest hint of judgment, you were retracting your hand, cheeks warming shamefully. "Sorry. You were fidgeting," you muttered the lame excuse, nervously drinking more of your wine.

To your surprise, after you had set your glass back down, he grabbed your hand, spreading it back over his thigh, even a little higher this time.

"Can I try some of that?" He nodded towards your wine as if nothing had just happened.

"Ye - yeah." You quickly pushed the glass towards him, your mouth running dry. Now your hand felt heavy on his leg. You watched him carefully as he took a large drink from your glass before pushing it back over your way, licking his lips.

"It's good," he told you after a long moment of staring at each other. "Getting kind of empty. You want another?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe in a bit," you hummed, watching him curiously. You dragged your hand down and off his leg, grinning wickedly, your confidence returning at his encouragement. "Or I can finish it and we can go have some elsewhere?"

"I have some at home." Reigen shrugged. "Let me close my tab."

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You were delightedly surprised at how quickly your plans were falling into place. Like a gentleman, Reigen walked you inside his apartment, holding the door open for you and taking your coat and purse. Not so much like a gentleman, his lips were on yours almost instantly, forcing his tongue into your mouth as his hands on your hips held you against him.

You squeaked, a small sound of surprise that made him pull back, looking unsure of himself. "Sorry - is this okay?"

"Yes," you giggled. "I was just a little surprised at how aggressive you're being."

Worry flashed across his features, his hands dropping away from your waist. "Shit, I'm sorry," he muttered again.

"No, no." You grabbed his hands, guiding them back to where they were. "I want you to manhandle me."

A beat passed as your words processed in Reigen's mind. "Oh fuck." His hands went limp on your hips, eyes darkening and jaw going slack. "Fuck," he repeated, looking desperate now.

"Is something wrong?" You teased.

"No," he spoke just loud enough for you to hear. He watched you carefully, eyes darting about your features to search for any sign of hesitation. "You're sure you want this?"

"More than sure." You nodded. He'd see just how sure you were if he got far enough to glimpse your matching underwear.

Your head spun with your wine buzz as Reigen whisked you along to his bedroom. He fell atop his mattress with you on top, straddling his waist. He groaned pathetically while you returned your mouth to its position against his, tongues unceremoniously exploring each other. It was drunken and filthy, the way you practically drooled into his mouth. His hands shamelessly explored your body now, starting at your waist and stopping at your ass, groping and squeezing your plush skin. You shuddered as he lifted the bottom hem of your dress over the curve of your bum to fondle the bare skin, his fingers grazing your clothed pussy.

"Reigen," you gasped into his mouth.

"Yeah?" He laughed cockily. "Is something wrong?" He mocked. It was really a game of push and pull between you two. When one of you lost confidence, the other was there to do enough uplifting for the both of you. When one of you acted more desperate, the other was there to taunt and tease. You enjoyed this game with him, this balance. You liked taking turns, moment by moment, deciding who was the cat and who was the mouse.

"Please - just take it off." You didn't care how desperate you sounded, since he was the one doing the teasing now, and it was getting you even hotter. The heat swirling in your core was becoming unbearable, and you needed him to touch you.

"Oh my God," he mumbled hoarsely. "You're acting so slutty. It's so fucking hot."

"Reigen!" You whined impatiently.

"Alright, alright."

He reluctantly released your bum, taking your dress into his hands and lifting it up and over your body. You sat up to assist him in taking it off, giggling when his jaw dropped at the sight of your matching bra and panties. You reached down to begin undoing his belt, leaning over him to showcase your cleavage as you did so.

"I could cum right now," he sighed. "Did you wear that for me?" He hooked a finger under your panties before pulling back and releasing the fabric, letting it slap against your hip.

"Mhmm." You nodded, yanking his belt from his pants and tossing it aside. "You like it?"

"I love it." He continued to toy with the band of your underwear. "You're beautiful." Reigen's cheeks warmed at the compliment he gave you. The way he could be so cocky and so soft with you simultaneously was driving you mad. A straightforward businessman who was also a little dorky...it got you wet like no other man could.

You unzipped his pants, pressing a kiss to the bit of exposed skin just above the band of his boxers in thanks. He let loose a shaky breath, undoing his tie and beginning to shimmy out of his jacket and unbutton his shirt. You sat up to give him space to undress himself, helping him unbutton his top while he slowly attempted to kick his pants off. It was chaotic and clumsy, the two of you working together to hastily remove his clothing, but you giggled through it with him and didn't stop until he was left in nothing but his boxers. You took your place back on his lap, grinding down against his clothed, hardening cock. The both of you moaned in harmony at the friction.

Reigen's fingers dug into your sides, pulling you down onto him. He panted and watched in awe as you rolled your hips against his, the both of you unabashedly dry humping one another like crazed teenagers. He reconnected your lips, the noises you were making falling into each other's mouths. It was pure bliss until it wasn't, until you needed more. And somehow, without any words being spoken, Reigen knew. He was pulling away from you again with a groan, laying back against his sheets and looking up at you with a deadly serious expression.

"Take your panties off and sit on my face," he demanded.

Your eyes went wide, shocked by the blunt, lewd request. Something inside your stomach churned, making you twitch. "What?" Your face grew hot. His intense gaze made you squirm. Your head was swimming.

"You're gonna act shy now? Like you weren't just rubbing yourself against me?" He laughed meanly. "Come on." He tapped your thigh like it was simple. "Come rub yourself against my mouth instead."

Your brain was short-circuiting. He had beat you at your own game, and it was making you want to run, the balance tipped back in his favor. "I - I don't - I mean, are you sure? I've never done that before."

"First time for everything." He grinned. "Need some encouragement?" He rubbed comforting circles into your skin. You were struggling to process reality, your friend, hard as a rock beneath you, asking you to sit on his face. You took a deep breath.

"What if I like," you searched for the right words, "break your neck?"

"Then I'll die a happy man," Reigen mused.

"I'm being serious!" You pouted.

"You're not going to break my neck," he groaned in frustration. "I've got support." He patted the pillows underneath his head for extra measure.

"I'm nervous," you confessed. "Sorry, I know that's not very sexy."

"You kidding? You're still a bombshell." Reigen smiled. "You can lay down and I can eat it that way if you'd prefer?" The way he talked about eating your pussy so casually made your chest flutter. You gasped at him, throbbing against the damp fabric of his boxers.

"No." You blushed deeply. "It's okay. I can do it."

"Do what?" He raised an eyebrow. "Can I hear you say it?" He was toying with you now, making you say dirty things just for the sake of it.

"You are so-" you huffed. "I'll sit on your face."

"Good girl," he praised teasingly. "Alright, let me see then. Take them off."

You whined but obeyed, lifting up off of him to slide your panties down and off of your legs. You quickly straddled him once again, shuddering when your bare heat caught on the fabric of his boxers.

"Shit." With heavily lidded eyes, Reigen reached forward, running a finger through your folds to gather your essence. You moaned at his gentle touch, trying and failing to keep your composure as you thought of his warm tongue being pressed there instead. "Okay. Come up here," he instructed, beckoning you with the finger coated in your juices.

You reluctantly crawled up his body, stopping when you were positioned above his face. You sank down frantically, not wanting to delay the inevitable any longer, but held yourself up so as not to crush him with your full weight. Reigen hummed against you, grabbing your hips and pulling you down the rest of the way. A shockwave of pleasure racked through your torso as his tongue pressed into you, the vibrations of his groaning tickling your core. You cried out, overwhelmed already, and he had only just begun.

"Fuck!" You held onto his hair, staying still as he licked against you, his hands digging bruises into your ass and thighs. The low, guttural, breathy and slurping noises he was making beneath you had you clenching around nothing, soaking his mouth and chin. You cried and whimpered, trembling as he seemed to know just how to get you going.

Chasing your high as you got more comfortable atop of him, you slowly rolled your hips against his face. Reigen made sounds of approval, repositioning his hand placement to encourage you to keep going, to keep riding and using his face the way you needed to. It was nasty, your face flushed with the realization of how obscene it was, and the realization only made you get hotter, wetter. The coil in your lower stomach kept tightening and tightening, threatening to snap.

You pulled away from him, collapsing at his side.

"What are you doing?" He panted in disbelief, his face glistening with your slick.

"Want to cum on your cock," you mumbled drunkenly, taking off your bra. "Please, fuck me." You tossed your bra aside and spread your legs, batting your lashes up at him tiredly.

"Holy shit," Reigen gasped. He fumbled for his boxers, fighting to quickly pull them down and off his body. You shamelessly watched his hardened length spring free, impatiently spreading your legs even farther apart.

After scrambling for a condom in his nightstand and rolling one on, he crawled over you, dipping his head forward to capture your mouth in a sloppy kiss. You tasted yourself on his lips as he sunk into you, swapping moans. He pulled back to watch himself move slowly in and out of you, eyes wide and glassy. You screwed yours shut, relishing in the feeling of his thick cock stretching your walls. You opened them only when you felt his thumb press against your bundle of nerves, rubbing fast, tight circles as he slowly increased the pace of his thrusts into you.

"Reigen!" You gasped, grabbing his wrist and trying to push him away. With his free hand, he ripped your hand away, pinning it above your head.

"Thought you wanted to be manhandled?" He grunted, his composure wavering in and out as you clamped around him. "Oh my - fuck. S - so tight and warm," he whimpered into your neck as he practically collapsed over you, struggling to keep a steady rhythm on your clit and inside you.

"'S too much!" Tears were prickling in your eyes. You weren't prepared to release just yet, but it seemed you weren't getting much of a choice. You could hardly think or remember how to breathe, forced to take it as he pumped in and out of you. You were squirming beneath him, trying to relieve some of the pressure though it was no use.

"Stay still," he growled, his voice deep, carnal, and almost unlike him. As much as you wanted to, you couldn't obey, back arching and thighs trying to clamp shut to resist the force of his blows.

He was getting frustrated with your refusal to listen, tightening his grip on your wrists. He removed his thumb from you clit and pulled out of you in one quick movement, ignoring your dumbfounded expression as he flipped you over and lifted your hips, re-entering you from behind. It was painful, the way he slammed back into you, but it hurt in a way that sent an extreme wave of pleasure through your core. You were basically screaming now, falling limp underneath him, but he wouldn't allow it, wrapping an arm around your waist and another around your shoulders and neck to hold you upright as he took you from behind. He found your clit again, expertly rubbing his fingers against you while he thrusted into your ruined cunt.

You couldn't make out any coherent words, crying and whining loudly while he muttered praises in between kisses pressed to your temple. "I know, I know," Reigen cooed. "You're okay. It's okay. I've got you. You're almost there."

It didn't take much longer for either of you in this position. Reigen's thrusts were starting to become erratic, his grip on you clumsily faltering and tightening, back and forth. "I'm gonna cum," he told you in a pained tone. "You almost there, baby?"

The innocent pet name in such an indecent setting knocked the wind out of you. All you could do was nod and make a sort of sound of agreement. He was more strategic now about the way he moved, trying to get you there before him. You relaxed into him, trusting him to hold you up as you let that coil inside snap. You shuddered and trembled against him, temporarily going to another place entirely as you he chased his own high, pulling out only moments later after he was finished.

You laid beside him, the two of you panting and coming back down in unison. He gave himself a minute before he moved to clean up, discarding his condom and heading to the bathroom. Without him inside you or near you, you suddenly felt very cold. You waited for him curiously and a bit anxiously, a small bud of worry blossoming in your chest at his absence and his silence. You heard the faucet running for a few moments before he was returning, a wet cloth in his hand.

For all of his obliviousness and goofiness, Reigen was surprisingly attentive and soft, gently bringing the warm cloth in between your thighs to clear up some of the residue that was left behind. You gasped at the feeling of the fabric against your sensitive core, but allowed him to quietly and softly wipe away the remains of your encounter. It all seemed to come together in this moment, to make sense, why you had such an intense crush on this man who was supposed to be your friend.

"Thank you," you croaked tiredly when he was done.

"You need anything?" He asked you hoarsely, sounding just as exhausted as you were. "Water? A snack?"

"I'm okay," you shook your head. You wondered if you were overstaying your welcome, lingering if you weren't going to have a drink or some food. It made you more nervous and uncertain when he left to go grab something for himself. He was still your friend, no matter how much you were enjoying yourself. Your past reminded you that you needed to be realistic. You reluctantly pushed yourself up from the plush confines of his comforter, searching for your undergarments. "I should get going," you explained when he returned with a bottle of water.

Reigen's expression fell. "You're not going to stay?"

"Oh." You softened under his harsh gaze. "I don't know - I guess I just assumed you wouldn't want me to after we-"

"What kind of a guy do you think I am?" He laughed. "You're not going home at this hour by yourself. And I like to cuddle afterwards," he stilled, "unless you don't."

You giggled at him. "Yeah, I do too."

"Good!" He jumped back into bed, pulling your naked body flush against his. You laughed, blushing slightly as you comforted into his embrace. He wanted you here. Could this have been more than a one night thing?

As if reading your mind, "for what it's worth," he hesitated, "I'm really glad you texted me tonight."

"I am too." A day for love indeed.

The sound is me whenever I see him

I saw from your post back in october that you might do requests.. for reigen arataka... teehee

What if the loser man got drunk while hanging out with reader , and as reader's holding reigen's hair back when throwing up, he confesses to them drunk.. 👁👁💧💧💧💧

untimely confessions;

reigen arataka x reader

plot: after a night on the town and an unfortunate morning of you nursing the guy, reigen confesses something special — themes: fluff, romance, confession, reigen being reigen — cw: alcohol, sickness — w.c: 1.4k • masterlist

a/n: ahah, you bet i can! this insert can be read as gender neutral so feel free to insert as you’d like 🫶

Out of all of the things you thought you would do in life—going on a date with Reigen Arataka was never one of them.

You bumped into him by chance initially, recognising him as your once good friend that you had long drifted apart from and somehow, by the end of the discussion, you found yourself not only exchanging details and texting him just like old times, but also agreeing to go out for a drink with him.

And so, there you were by the end of the evening, hunched over a bar stool, watching on with fascination as the guy really tried to haggle the fixed bar price for drinks, completely unashamed of what he was attempting to do.

After a while, Reigen then swooped back in to your side, leaning shoulder to shoulder with you as he proudly presented a bottle of partially open sake, and what appeared to be two egg cups instead of glasses.

You couldn’t help but warily sigh as a result, wondering just what strange trouble you were getting yourself into. Though, if you had to be truly honest, you did suppose that he was entertaining and after a while, you found yourself listening to one of his many overly exaggerated stories, where he claimed to be something close to a god.

(Despite you knowing fully well, that he was in fact, a conman.)

“I’m telling you,” he continued, trying to cosy up to you at the same time, “I’m that kid’s hero,” he emphasised, trying to prove a point, “I saved him and now I’m paying him back with my masterful expertise and techniques—”

“Such as your ‘salt technique’?” you couldn’t help but point out, reluctantly taking a sip from the egg cup.

Reigen faltered slightly, but kept on going, unable to let his pride suffer, “It’s an ancient special technique, ghosts hate salt, probably.”

Your eyes widened as did your smile. “Oh sure, let’s go with that. Ghosts famously hate salt –that’s right.”

Reigen seemed to ignore your sarcasm, pushing past it, or perhaps was oblivious to it altogether. Instead, he knocked back yet another drink all the while you were still sipping on your second. You didn’t quite trust the state of this bar—Reigen was fine, he was seedy, but only as a conman—it was just the fact this bar was empty on a Friday night that was offputting.

(Or maybe, it was somehow impressive?)

Noticing your thoughtful expression, however, Reigen swept in with the moves, something he called one of his special techniques, coining the ability as ‘masterful flirtation’. “You know,” he murmured, dropping his voice to a low, slurring drone, “I don’t just bring anyone here,” he revealed, swinging his arm around your shoulders. “No, no… this place is special. You can feel it too, right? Psychic to psychic. It has a sort of… unique energy, perhaps attuned to fulfill your wildest dreams come true.”

You blinked, plucking his arm off of you.

“Reigen, please,” you sighed, shaking your head, “the only thing that this place is attuned to is food poisoning.”

He nervously laughed in response, trying to shake off his failed attempt at winning your heart, quickly retreating to renew his cup of sake, hastily forcing it down with one big gulp.

Soon though, he grew almost comically drunk, with his cheeks all rosy and his posture swaying back and forth. He could barely hold his ground, all the while, you were completely fine. You sighed as you physically had to wrangle him out of ordering more, dragging him out of the bar and into the cool air that met you both from the second you slipped outside.

“You smell so nice,” he slurred as he leaned his into you, trying to find his balance, while you instead tried to drag him back home, “so, so nice…”

“Uhuh, follow the scent home, I suppose,” you muttered under your breath, “what way do you live exactly?”

Reigen pointed in a whole slew of directions, eventually leading you back towards his consultation office. You blinked, turning to face him while he hadn’t a clue what was going on. “Do you live in your office or are you just confused?”

“It saves money, alright?” he whined slightly, though quickly schooled his reaction to mean something prideful instead, “I’m good with frugality, you see.”

“More like good at giving yourself the worst hangovers,” you shook your head, your voice laced with a hint of sympathy, “did you really have to drink that much, Reigen?”

He rolled his eyes back at you, dismissing your concerns with the wave of his hand. “It’s fine. I’ve done this before. I’ve got a gut made of steel, I totally can handle—” he burped, swallowing something rather unpleasant down, “...hold that thought.”

Your eyes widened in the realisation of what was yet to come. “Oh, god.”

Quickly, Reigen dipped a hand into the pocket of his slacks, planting the key right into your hand. In a flash, you opened up the door, tugging him upstairs and letting go of him briefly as he stumbled towards the bathroom. You reluctantly followed him, figuring that you might as well see him through this unfortunate experience, feeling a little bad about what could potentially happen should you leave him alone.

“This sucks,” Reigen moaned all the while, flinging his forward once again, “but you don’t,” he added in between breaths, focusing on you between the bouts of nausea, “you’re so good to me, even when I get so embarrassing,” he sighed, feeling the shame settle in. “Why’d you even come out with me tonight?”

“I’m starting to ask myself that…” you trailed off before shaking your head, choosing to play the role of who he needed you to be right now, a good, helpful friend, he’s done that for you in the past too, “but no, really, I just wanted to catch up. We go way back, right?”

His lips melted into a lazy smile, his eyes glazed and red as he focused on you for a moment more than he had meant to. “Yeah, I suppose we do… besides, I… I had a really good time with you, I’ve got to say,” he admitted, “I missed hanging out like this,” he paused, “well, not like this… but you know, just out, together.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame you still can’t hold your liquor though, maybe we should figure out something else to do the next time I’m in town,” you suggested.

“The next time?” Reigen paused, seeming surprised. “You mean… you’re still willing to hang out with me?”

You rolled your eyes in response. “Of course, I know what you’re really like. One night of you being drunk out of your mind is nothing I can’t handle. Maybe we should go bowling? Or try an escape room? I feel like those types of things could be fun.”

“Yeah, maybe,” he nodded in agreement, regretting the decision to do so as yet more alcohol left his body, “but… maybe when I’m not dying. I feel like this is really it actually… this is how I’ll go.”

You nudged his shoulder playfully. “You’re fine. You’re not dying. I’ll make sure of it. Stay right here and I’ll pop over to a convenience store, alright? I’ll get you something that you can actually keep down and not suffer of dehydration too much the next day.”

Reigen nodded, waiting for your return. He continued to be sick all the while, gripping onto the porcelain throne for his dear life. By the time you had come back though—he seemed in an even worse shape than before, his eyes wide, almost manic—locked onto you like you were some sort of divine saviour.

Just as you were about to tell him to take a few slow sips of the drink though, he spoke up first before you ever had the chance.

“I love you.”

You froze as soon as you heard it. “You what?”

He lifted his chin slightly, his bloodshot eyes meeting yours with an affectionate stare. It was so strange, but he seemed to be genuine as if this was a truth that he had known deep in his gut for the longest time.

“I mean it,” he continued, “I love you.”

You stared at him for a long time, trying to gauge whether or not it was a joke, but again, he very much meant it—it was obvious, even.

“You’re drunk,” you dismissed initially, handing him the bottle.

“So? I don’t have to be sober to understand my feelings,” he argued, “you didn’t have to do all of this either, but you did because you’re amazing, and I… was always too much of a coward to say it, but… I love you.”

You remained silent beyond that point, a million thoughts running through your head at once.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeated, leaning forward, before realising that he was covered in sick and then leaning back slightly as a result, giving you some space.

“Aw man,” you lightheartedly sighed, “why’s this working?”

It was honestly ridiculous when you really thought about it, but there was something oddly endearing about everything that had unfolded that night. With anyone else, you would have run for the hills if they put you through what they did tonight, but the fact that you felt comfortable enough with Reigen to keep going, obviously said a lot about how you felt, too. As much as you hated to admit it, you wouldn’t do this for just anyone.

He laughed at your unsure response, seemingly on the verge of tears. Oh, what a pathetic man. You were absolutely so sure that you did in return, but you couldn’t admit such a thing to him while he was covered in sick.

No, he had to be cleaned up, looking at least 40% presentable to society.

Besides, you were looking forward to seeing him become impossibly flustered, maybe even panicked at the prospect of his drunken confession catching up to him when he was sober.

Oh, you couldn’t wait for that, in fact.

Just thinking about what he’d say then.

I LOVE UR WRITING UGHH can you write reigan x female reader phone sex 😓😓

You know he would be so good at it! I think he would be very shy in the beginning, keeping his kinks close to the vest, so to speak hehe BUT on the phone, all bets are off very quickly (I think he would feel more in his element if he could focus on talking first, then when his confidence grows because of this, he's vvvv eager to indulge in his fantasies and engage in yours)

He's definitely the kind of guy you hear groan unashamedly as he cums and that's just the beginning. You hear it all: his throaty moans breaking into grunts, then gasping pants, before withering down to quiet whimpers and breathless cries of your name.

You would also be able to hear the squelches from his cock as he pumps faster and faster, encouraging him with cooing, "'Taka, I can hear how close you are? Don't you want to cum for me already?"

Mmm, thinking of him lying in bed in the middle of the night, talking to you on the phone, and he's breaking a sweat as he jerks his hips to the rhythm of his cock fucking his fist. Just him in a sleep shirt, with his pants and boxers dumped sloppily on the side. Wrinkled sheets crumpling as he tosses and turns the more you moan his name.

... Also imagine just hearing frantic shuffling when he realizes he shot some cum onto his loafer. ("NONONONONO- ahhh, that was close.")

MINORS DNI

Frank Morrison/Legion x Survivor!reader

TW: smut, mentions of stabbing and a knife

You hadn't properly kept track of time, but you knew it had been long since the fog first took you, long since you had been entrapped in this godforsaken place. You had been here long enough to go through the five stages of grief, and long enough to realize that you still had needs to be fulfilled, even if that meant sacrificing your morals and your pride.

That's why you were now the last survivor in Frank's trial, waiting for him to find you and fuck you senseless. A predator onto prey, Frank Morrison had been making moves on you for what had to be months now. You denied him each time, slapping his wandering hands away when he had you cornered during a trial, only to get slashed, hooked, and sacrificed, the brutal price for rejecting him. One day, whether you were unusually horny or just out of your mind, it didn't feel so bad to have his hand fondling your breasts, and you ended up letting him do whatever he wanted.

You'd been sleeping with him for a few weeks now after having discovered that the sex was surprisingly good. The more you did it, the less shameful you felt. If you were going to suffer for eternity, might as well try to enjoy yourself here and there, and after the last few trials, you needed this, needed him.

You waited patiently inside a house in Haddonfield, sitting atop an abandoned bed, savoring the comfort of the cushy material while you had the chance and the peaceful quiet with no one else around. You kicked your shoes off and curled up in the corner, flinching at every little noise and creak in the house as you anxiously anticipated Frank's arrival.

You heard footsteps downstairs, and then his loud mouth, "you in here, shitbird?"

"Yeah, upstairs!" You called back shakily, listening to his boots clunk up the stairs and down the hall.

It was dark, making you shiver when Frank's silhouette appeared in the doorway. He stood there, watching you furled in on yourself against the wall. As he got closer, you realized his mask was already off, and his hood down, his scarred face illuminated by nothing but the moonlight shining in through the broken window.

The bed dipped as he sat on it, wrapping a calloused hand around the back of your calf. "You cold?" He snickered.

"Yes," you hissed defensively, shivering on cue. "Take your shoes off."

"Since when do you think you can order me around?" He scoffed and roughly yanked you forward, but there was a grin on his lips. Unlike most of the other killers, there remained a human element to Frank.

"It'll be more comfortable," you mewled. "Please?"

He huffed, reluctantly releasing your leg and moving to pull his boots off, unceremoniously tossing them into the opposite corner of the room. "This better, sweetheart?" Frank cooed sarcastically.

"Mhm," you nodded, lips tugging into a cheeky smile. "I'm still cold though."

"That's hardly my problem," he said, then added smugly, "you won't be cold in a few minutes," as he reached to pull down your skirt.

You grabbed his wrists to stop him. "Can't I wear your hoodie? Just until I warm up?"

"You are so goddamn needy today," he groaned in annoyance. "But fine. Any other requests?"

"Not right now," you giggled.

He shook his head as he started to pull off his jacket and hoodie. You struggled to make out his expression in the dark, hoping to see him smiling. Once his hoodie was off, he went back to your skirt, practically ripping it down your legs before lifting your top off just as aggressively. He reached behind your back with one hand to unclip your bra, hissing as he watched your nipples harden after being exposed to the chill air.

He reached for you, taking one of your tits in his hand and running a thumb over your nipple. You moaned and squirmed. "Frank, please," you begged, shivering to remind him.

"Alright, alright." He reluctantly released you, grabbing his zip hoodie and throwing it around your shoulders. You pushed your arms through each sleeve as he held it up, pulling it around your torso and humming contentedly at the fleeting warmth of his body heat.

"This isn't cuddle time," he reminded you, pulling it apart to reveal your breasts again. He took another moment to admire them before pulling his knife out and using it to cut your panties off, pulling the ruined material away from your skin.

Completely exposed aside from his hoodie around your back and arms, you pulled your knees to your chest, trying to stay warm.

"Huh uh," Frank shook his head at you. "Open them now."

You pouted but obeyed, leaning back onto the bed and spreading your legs apart.

"Fuuuuck." He threw his head back. Your eyes dropped to his pants, watching greedily as the fabric tightened around his crotch. He wasted no more time, undoing his belt and pulling both his pants and boxers off in one go, throwing them off to the side with the rest of your clothes.

He crawled toward you, pressing a finger to your heat. "Knew you'd already be soaked," he laughed meanly before spitting on you. You gasped, and he chuckled again, mixing his juices with yours before pushing them into you. Now it was your turn to throw your head back, whining and arching your back as he curled his finger inside you.

"What are you being so fucking quiet for?" He asked you angrily, pumping and twisting his finger in and out of you faster and faster. "No one's around. You had better get loud or I'll give you a reason to scream."

You cried out, moaning louder at his command. "That's it," he slurred. "That's my good little slut." He added another finger, and you got impossibly louder, hips bucking into his palm as his hand slapped against you viciously.

You knew your voice was going to be hoarse when you got back to the fire, but you couldn't care at the moment. You wanted to be good for Frank, to let him see how obedient you could be because that's how you got what you wanted.

"You ready to get fucked yet?" He asked, grabbing a handful of your breast and pinching your nipple.

You squealed and squirmed. "Yes! Yes! Please give me your cock, Frank, please!"

You whimpered when he pulled his fingers out of you, only to push his dick inside moments later. He wasn't necessarily small, but not too big either, but he was thick, so thick that no matter how many times you took him, you still always felt the stretch when he first started.

And Frank being Frank, he hardly ever gave you time to adjust, pushing in to the hilt once before starting to pound into you. He slapped your tits and then wrapped his hand around your neck to anchor himself, roughly snapping his hips against yours. All the while you stayed loud for him, though it was becoming less and less of an act as you struggled to take his fat cock into your tight walls.

"Look so cute in my hoodie," he grunted, applying light pressure to your neck. Your cheeks warmed at the compliment. "Love watching your pretty little pussy take my cock while you're wearing my hoodie. You're fucking mine. You got that?"

"I'm yours," you croaked out the affirmation. "I'm yours."

"Yeah you are." His pace was brutal. The entire bed creaked and shook as he practically pounded you into the mattress, and though you were starting to sweat in his jacket, you didn't dare tell him about it. You'd rather keep it on, knowing now that he liked seeing it on you, that it made him get so possessive.

Frank's hands fell to your waist, his fingers digging into your sides as he pulled you against him now with each thrust. The heat in your core was becoming unbearable, and you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he beat you to the punch. "Gonna cum," he repeated, pressing a hand to your stomach to hold you down.

He struggled to hold it in, his thumb messily pressing against your clit to rub tight erratic circles. You grabbed his wrist, trying to push his hand away but he used his other hand to pin your hands down and away from him, continuing his assault on your pussy before the both of you were shaking and jerking uncontrollably. He held you down as he came inside of you. That was one perk of living in this realm. For whatever reason, you couldn't get pregnant, which meant Frank could fill you up as much as the both of you wanted.

You were both panting, lying in that dingy little bed next to one another. Frank never hung out for long, always slightly afraid the Entity would get mad if he took longer than he needed to. He got up and pulled his pants and boxers on before throwing on his leather jacket.

"Wait." You sat up, slightly dazed. "You don't want your hoodie back?"

"Nah." He didn't look at you as he spoke, zipping his jacket up. "Just keep it. I'll get it back when we go to the next trial anyway."

He left without another word, heading to the hatch to shut it before going to open one of the exit gates for you. He may have never stayed long after, but after you told him that you preferred the exit gate, that the hatch freaked you out, he always took the extra step to make sure you got out the way you wanted.

You put your regular clothes back on before pulling Frank's hoodie on over top, appreciating the added warmth for just a little bit longer as you made your way down to the open gate. Normally, Frank disappeared elsewhere on the map, never sticking around to watch you leave, but he was here now, standing with his hands stuffed in his pockets, his mask back on. It looked a little goofy without his hood pulled up over it. You tried not to laugh.

"Having second thoughts about letting me go?" You joked nervously.

He scoffed, suppressing a smile. "See you soon, smartass."

To your surprise, when you appeared back at the campfire, you looked down to find that the Entity let you keep the hoodie.

☾ MASTERLIST ☾

Various writings and video edits for various fandoms, mostly anime :)

♡ indicates smut (IF YOU ARE A MINOR, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY BLOG!!!)

Bleach

Shinji Hirako

Shinji Hirako is not a fan of PDA ♡ Drunkenly confessing your crush ♡ Ass or Tits? (not quite smut but smut adjacent) Shinji doesn't get jealous...or does he? ♡ Shinji taking care of sleepy reader (not quite smut but smut adjacent) Shinji comforts reader after a nightmare Having a child with Shinji Shinji using a pick-up line on you at the bar ♡ Shinji noticing your bruises (not quite smut but smut adjacent) Girl Dad Shinji (Having a child with Shinji Part II) A late night dance with jazz club owner Shinji Shinji's birthday drabble (not quite smut but smut adjacent)

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Grimmjow can't stand you ♡ Protective Grimmjow

Kisuke Urahara

Sitting on his face ♡ Friends with benefits angst (not quite smut but smut adjacent)

Dead by Daylight

Frank Morrison/Legion

Waiting for him at the end of a trial ♡

Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru Gojo

First Time ♡

Toji Fushiguro

Body Image Comfort (not quite smut but smut adjacent at the end)

Mob Psycho 100

Reigen Arataka, GREATEST PSYCHIC OF THE 21ST CENTURY

Anxiety Comfort Valentine's Day ♡

Video Edits (Multifandom)

Anime Multi-character - Kisuke Urahara and Satoru Gojo x Shabba

Attack on Titan - Multi-character x Go Again

Black Clover - Multi-character x My Sword

Bleach - Grimmjow x Girl You Loud

Bleach - Multi-character x Gimme That

Bleach - Ichigo Kurosaki x Fantasize

Bleach - Ichigo Kurosaki x Heavyweight

Bleach - Shinji Hirako x The Lost Soul Down

Dead by Daylight - Frank Morrison/Legion x Uprising

Dead by Daylight - Ghostface x Adding

Dead by Daylight - Ghostface x Sins (let me in)

Death Note - Mello and Misa x Fashion

Ghostface (Scream and DBD) - Love Potions

Jujutsu Kaisen - Multi-character Shibuya Incident x Wherever I May Roam

Jujutsu Kaisen - Multi-character x See You Assholes Later

Jujutsu Kaisen - Satoru Gojo and Toji Fushiguro x Heavyweight

Jujutsu Kaisen - Sukuna x 500lbs

Jujutsu Kaisen - Sukuna x Flawless (Guitar Remix)

Jujutsu Kaisen - Sukuna x Vamp Anthem (DIABOLIK Remix)

Jujutsu Kaisen - Toji Fushiguro x Love Potions

Mob Psycho 100 - Dimple, Mob, and Reigen x Love Me Instrumental

Mob Psycho 100 - Reigen Arataka x P Power Instrumental

Mob Psycho 100 - Reigen Arataka x Superman

Mob Psycho 100 - Reigen Arataka x Take a Look at My Boyfriend

Scary Movie - Ghostface x Heavyweight

Slashers (Multi-movie and multi-character) - Die

TW: fluffy smut <3 MINORS DNI

Having your first time with Satoru, and he's diffusing the tension by acting goofy, looking for ways to make you giggle while he undresses you and kisses along your body, all until he's sinking his big cock into your tight cunt. But you can hardly laugh when you feel the stretch and foreign pressure from the way he fills you up. You're whimpering brokenly and screwing your eyes shut, but Gojo knows when to get serious, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look at him.

"You have to breathe, sweetheart," he reminds you gently, smiling as he stills his movement. "Can you do that for me?"

"Mhm." You nod. He slowly starts to push into you again, and you're inhaling and exhaling, letting yourself feel all of him, however overwhelming and painful it might be.

He's watching you carefully, smiling almost proudly at how well you take him. "That's it," he coos, "that's my good girl."

Your heart swells with adoration for this silly, all-powerful man and the way he acts so tender with you. You never understood how special this was, the intimacy, the fullness, the oneness with someone you are so head over heels for, until now. The pressure starts to become less painful and more pleasurable. There's heat swirling in the pit of your stomach and this confusing, overwhelming feeling of not being able to take anymore but needing it all at the exact same time.

Satoru keeps checking in with you, and when you're telling him how good it feels and how you need more, your legs are over his shoulders, and he's completely pressed into you, drilling deep each time he thrusts into you. It feels so lewd, letting him fold you like this, watching your tits bounce and thighs shake. The pressure keeps building and your core and skin are on fire and you can hardly think coherent thoughts. It was absolutely euphoric, being so present in the moment like this, so peaceful letting your mind and body melt beneath him.

Gojo's relentless despite how he's almost as love drunk as you are. He's pounding into you hard and rhythmically, speeding up the closer you both get. The sounds he's making have you clenching hard around him, and you're whining and crying out sounds of your own. The pressure building in your core feels as if it's about to snap, and you're trying to get the words out to Satoru.

"I - I'm," you attempt. "I think I'm going to-"

"You're gonna cum?" Gojo sounds hopeful. He's a sweaty, groaning mess, but your admission fuels him, and he's brutally slamming into you now, encouraging you to let go. "Go on, baby, cum on my cock. I'm right here. It's okay."

And so you do. The pressure explodes. Your mind goes blank, on another plane of existence. Satoru's still moving for a moment longer, but he's jerky, erratic, and whimpering. You're both twitching against one another before he's falling against you, half-hazardously holding himself up so as not to crush you with the full weight of his body.

Catching your breaths, Satoru rolls to your side, pulling you against him, skin to skin. Your eyes flutter shut on their own accord as you snuggle into Satoru's chest, greedily inhaling his scent.

"You going to sleep on me?" He asks teasingly, murmuring into the side of your head. He presses a kiss into your temple while he's there.

"Mhmm." You muster just enough energy to nod. "Thank you, Satoru," you whisper to him. "Thank you for everything."

"Thank you? You never have to thank me, princess." He runs his fingers through your hair. "Just love me. I love you."

"I love you too."

GO AGAIN!

r..rreigen .. face sitting....

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ↣ nsfw. reigen arataka x afab! reader.

I feel like he would be SO nervous asking for the first time 😭 I picture him as being reserved with his tastes at first because as far as his experience with sex goes, he's only ever been in the company of his own hand and a screen lol. And if you've ever been there... You know how AWKWARD it is to discuss your interests in the beginning... So you have to give him a little encouragement.

I also looooveeeee me a subby Reigen and I think that's the main role he'd play the first few times he eats you out. He doesn't outright say it (unless you tell him too heh) but that drunken, low-lidded stare that meets you from between your thighs tells you the truth. Whimpers start and drown in your folds, words completely smothered when you turn up the pressure and take a deeper seat on his face. That really gets him going and the proof is in every bead of pre-cum that leaks down his cock.

Buuuttttttttt, later down the line, he becomes a total switch. His version of domination is his nails digging insistently into your thighs, holding you in place as if to say: you're not going anywhere until I'm done. I think his dominant side is fueled by desperation, like god, he's missed you so much and you aren't leaving until he's done showing you.

TW: negative talks of body image, gets a little smutty at the end, but nothing graphic

bf!Toji x gf!reader where reader is feeling insecure about her body and Toji comforts her like the sweet man he is of course...ehehe

A/N: This is (one of) my first posts of my writing...OMG. I've written before, but I'm pretty inconsistent and haven't really ever gotten serious about posting anything. Just doing this for funsies and to share my passion for anime, JJK, Toji, but I hope I'm playing by the rules correctly! Enjoy <3

You loved your boyfriend for his quiet strength. The way he never seemed to complain, the way he got shit done, the way he didn't mind getting his hands dirty, the way he didn't let his feelings get in the way of his objective. In your eyes, he was a real man, and you adored him for it.

But sometimes he could be so ignorant to the fact that you were the complete opposite of him.

Toji often found it perplexing how sensitive you were. He didn't understand how you could get so stressed about something he wouldn't think twice about. He thought it must be exhausting, living a day inside your mind, where the smallest of things had you spiraling over the edge. He wanted to make you feel better, but he didn't always know how to.

And now, he was entirely at a loss, watching you become increasingly frustrated with every outfit choice you tried out. He begrudgingly watched you unravel as you threw on different combinations of tops and bottoms, even trying out a couple of dresses, just to huff and discard them somewhere else in your shared bedroom, the space as chaotic as your mood. He couldn't grasp what the problem was. In his eyes, you looked great, hell, you looked stunning in every outfit you put on, but somehow you couldn't see it. You twirled around in the full-length mirror aimlessly, eyes scanning over every little flaw and imperfection, letting your negative thoughts run wild. Never mind the fact that the two of you would likely be late to the event, Toji was more worried about how you were going to act throughout the night if you were feeling badly about yourself. He hated when you were upset, and he was racking his brain for something comforting to say, but was coming up short.

You tried on another dress, one that hugged your curves. You frowned and turned to the side, your eyes immediately falling to the soft curve of your stomach. Toji watched you suck in and flatten your palm over the bump. He shook his head to himself as he watched you grimace at your natural, beautiful body. He was growing impatient.

"You look fine, doll," he finally huffed. "And our room looks like a bomb hit it."

You shot him a withering glance. "I look disgusting. I don't even want to go to this shit."

"(Y/N)..." his tone was full of concern. "Please don't do this. You look fine," he repeated stupidly.

"You're just saying that," you accused, pulling off the dress so that you didn't have to look at yourself in it anymore. "I look awful in everything I try on." You were frowning deeply, and Toji knew he'd have to try harder than that to get you to talk to yourself more kindly.

While you were busy searching through the piles to try on a specific blouse again, Toji came up behind you, lifting you with ease and tossing you onto the bed. You yelped, scrambling to cover your body as he stood at the edge.

"What are you doing?!" You yelled at him. "I need to find something or we're gonna be-"

"We're already gonna be late," Toji interrupted. He crawled onto the bed, not stopping until he had you trapped beneath him. "So we're not going anywhere until you admit that you're the cutest, sexiest, most beautiful girl in the world."

"Looks like we're never leaving the house again, then." You joked bitterly.

Toji slapped your bare thigh, making you yelp again. "Not another bad word about yourself. I fucking mean it."

"I hate the way I look right now, Toji," you admitted, tears prickling in your eyes. "I know it's exhausting. I'm sorry I'm so sensitive."

"Don't go crying on me baby, you know I hate that," Toji said more softly.

"I really don't want to go," you pleaded. The tears started rolling down your cheeks before you could stop them. You felt pathetic.

"Oh, sweetness." Toji rolled to your side, grabbing you and pulling you into his chest. He sat up slightly, and you straddled his lap, crying into his neck. His large hands cascaded down your back, reaching down to grip your bum before gliding all the way up to your hair. "We don't have to go. Would rather have my girl all to myself anyways," he murmured into your hair.

After a moment, you pulled back, and Toji wiped the wetness away from your cheeks with his thumb. "I really don't get what you see," he said. "I think you always look beautiful, no matter what you're wearing." He snuck a peak down at you now, in just a bra and underwear. "Or not wearing." He winked.

You smiled at his perverseness, before glancing down yourself. "But look at my tummy." You grabbed the plush skin.

"What about it?" Toji narrowed his eyes at you, before taking a hand away from your back to grip his own tummy. "I've got some rolls there too. We're sitting. That's normal."

"Barely," you scoffed.

In one swift movement, Toji had you on your back, blowing raspberries into your stomach. You giggled and squirmed, pushing his head away. "You weirdo!" You squealed. "Toji, c'mon, stop it!"

He lifted his head, hooking his hands behind your knees and tugging you towards him. "Your tummy is cute. You're cute." He splayed a hand across your torso. The proximity to your lower region made heat pool in your core.

And, you were slowly starting to believe him.

"Okay, okay fine." You rolled your eyes. "I guess...I'm not so bad looking."

"Not so bad?" Toji scoffed. "Doll, you're a smokeshow."

"You're so old," you laughed at him. "Nobody even says that anymore."

"Don't expect me to go easy on you just because you were crying a minute ago," Toji chuckled darkly, happy to see that you were getting back to your snarky self. He roughly lifted your hips, yanking your panties down your legs. You giggled excitedly as he lowered his head between your thighs.

"Let me show you just how beautiful I think you are."