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NSFW - Nothing fancy: just me rambling about giving Aizen head.

There’s something about the way Aizen closes his eyes, his lashes flutter and cheeks are tinted with the slightest hint of pink, that gives you a thrill. The quietist of sighs as he leans back, patting your head as you suck his cock. He wasn’t a man of many words when he was like this, just the softest of “good girl” you would hear above you.

But that wasn't necessarily when he was relaxed. No, you knew the tell-tale signs of when Aizen was relaxed. His grip on your hair was firmer, his thrusts into your mouth a bit more forceful, enjoying the mess he's making of you.

There's a lazy smirk on his face as drool dribbles from your lips as you try to suck on his cock the way he likes. His eyes are sharp and his words taunting as he calls you his favourite cock slut, his deep voice sending your pussy throbbing.

But it's when his eyes shutter - a small, satisfied smile on his face, as his cum drips down your lips, on your face, or wherever he wants to paint you tonight, that you savour each and every time.

I love the parallels between Shinji and Ichigo 😭😭😭💔

My other Bleach AMV from forever ago. Can y’all tell I love Zombies?

ᰔᩚ telling the bleach men you are ovulating while they are in a meeting but they have a breeding kink (smau)ᰔᩚ

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

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

cr: @villainsrtasty she‘s gonna make a continue to this🩷

Kenpachissluut 🎀

comments & reblogs appreciated 🫶🏻

“Stop everything, I'm ovulating!”

Breeding kink: Kenpachi, Shunsui, Shinji, Grimmjow

Short imagines!

This is based on this smau by @kenpachissluut Thanks for the collab! 

Warning: Breeding kink alert! Mostly smut. Some soft fluff with Shinji inspired by @darthwhorecrux

Kenpachi x female reader

Of course, Kenpachi is not good with directions. Knowing him, he probably got lost getting to you. 

But for once, he didn't! 

“Wow wow. Hold on! How did you get here so fast? You didn't turn a bad corner?” you asked as he stormed into the barracks, leaving a trail of intense reiatsu behind. And Reiatsu wasn't the only thing leaking from him.

“Tch. Not when I got this thing telling me where to go”. He proudly flashed you his phone screen, the navigation system had mapped out his route. 

You had been begging him to use the navigation function for a while now. Funny how a little change in your hormones was a big motivator to try something new.

You have now arrived at your destination. 

That destination is your wet dripping pussy. 

“Not yet I haven't”, he grinned, his dick aching in his pants. 

He turned off the phone, not wanting any more disturbance while he mated mindlessly with his partner tonight. He was on a mission to knock you up. The scent of your hormones was already making him feral. 

Before you were brought down to your knees by his spiritual pressure, he unexpectedly lifted you off the ground and threw you on his shoulder like a towel. He carried you to his small room, walls so thin that everyone in the barracks was made aware it was that time of the month. Breeding season for these two animals.

As promised, his fat cock did not leave your pussy all night. He pumped you full of seed until you overflowed. And when his tank ran dry, he fucked you with his fingers to push back all the cum that was dripping down your ass and thighs.

You were left sore, covered in bruises with an achy back and another broken bed. 

“Ikkaku is going to flip when I ask for another new bed. Next time we should do it on the floor or outside”, you suggested. 

He was quiet for a moment as he lay beside you, his giant palm resting on your bare belly. 

“I don't think there will be a next time, princess”. 

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Shunsui x female reader

Shunsui tripped not once, not twice but several times. Not sure why, but he found it hard to run down the stairs while sporting an erection, the hard thick membrane smacking between his thighs because he refused to wear a loincloth. 

“Just set it free, petal. Go commando for me. I'll do the same”. The pervert had wrapped you up in his fetishes and you shamelessly obliged because you were no better.

You were coming back from lunch and your phone sent you a reminder that today was the day. It explained why you felt so wet and needy for your man. A quick text remedied that problem. 

Granted that he was the Head Captain, you were excused from your duties for the rest of the day. You were the closest to what you would call ‘home’. Being the first to arrive, you planned to take a quick bath and wash off the day’s filth.

As you reached for the front door, he suddenly appeared behind you, his hand landing gently on top of yours.

“You weren’t planning to take a bath, were you, petal?” he asked, his lips so close to your ear that you could feel the warmth of his breath tickling your eardrum.

It was a hot day. You were sweaty, hot and bothered. “I stink….”, you tried to explain but he placed a finger against your lips to silence you.

“And wash away that natural fragrance? Even the rain can ruin a beautifully bloomed flower, stripping away that natural essence that drives a man insane”.

Even his pick-up, poetic lines were perverted. It made you cringe and he hurried you inside the house. 

Clothes were flying all over the place, with no undergarments in sight, consequently, making access quick and easy.

Usually, Shunsui would take his time with you, make the most out of foreplay and have you cum and squirt on his tongue several times before he rewarded your pussy with his cock.

But when he was crunched for time, he got right down to business. And he fucked you in every which way, stuffing your womb full of his seed with no breaks inbetween. He had lost his sensual touch— nothing romantic about being folded into a mating press and his dick drilling cum into you like a jackhammer pounding the surface. 

His phone rang several times as duty called for Mr. Head Captain. He could never break free from the responsibilities that weighed on him.

Except, what could possibly be more important right now other than impregnating his sweet, ripe flower that is ready to bear his fruit?!

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Shinji x female reader

“Where is she? Come on, doll. Don't ya play hide ‘n seek with me ”, he yelled as soon as he stormed into the house. He was hoping to pounce on you the moment he entered the front door.

Sick, my ass. Pretty poor excuse for a Captain— especially one who’s supposed to lead by example.

You had already showered and decided to spice things up and wear his favourite lingerie. Not that you need any more spicing up. As soon as you said you were ovulating, his dick did a little dance in his pants, while in the middle of a meeting. Yup. Grateful for those baggy wide pants.

“Every second counts. Don't ya make it hard fer me or else….”, came his eager warning. 

He found you in the bedroom, ready for the marathon that was to cum.

To say he almost fucked your brains out was an understatement. There even came a point he fucked you vertically— your shoulders pinned firmly to the mattress while your waist, pelvis and ass bounced in mid-air with each thrust, thighs resting on his shoulders as anchors. Why work against gravity when you can depend on it?

Once he filled up the tank that was your womb, he made sure to keep your pelvic bowl elevated by propping your hips up on a stack of pillows.

“You know it doesn't work like that”, you tried to explain, knowing exactly what he was trying to achieve. 

“Ya ya. Jus’ wanna see you hold all my load inside. Kinda hot”, he grinned.

You reach out with your grabby two hands and clench onto his short blond bob.

“Ow ow…whatcha doin’ that fer. Ease up”, he winced at the tug of his hair. 

“Just want to see how our future kid will look like”, you smiled and held up two little pigtails tightly between your fists. “Adorable”. 

“Ya really wanna girl?”

“No. But I know you do”. 

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Grimmjow x female reader

It was way past midnight when he finally arrived. 

Grimmjow was right. Aizen could sense the urgency and he wasn't going to let the Espada have his way. So he dragged the meeting longer than necessary and even had Grimmjow go on a little side mission to eat up his time.

Grimmjow tried to be quick. Unfortunately, time waits for no one. Neither does your precious egg. 

The window of opportunity was gone.

Grimmjow was not in a good mood when he stepped into your bedroom. You were already asleep. He could smell the faint scent of your sweet arousal still lingering in the air. He spotted your panties in a pile of unwashed clothes on the ground. He picked them up and brought them close to his face, giving them a deep inhale.

They were still warm and wet. Despite being in a grumpy mood, he was able to get himself hard from sniffing your panties. It was a filthy habit of his. And you encouraged it by purposefully leaving unwashed panties for him to discover. 

Once he had his fill, he dropped the panties to the side and walked around the bed. He watched you sleeping while curled up in a ball. You were out of the blankets because your body temperature was slightly elevated due to the hormonal shift. Even though he missed his chance, he still wanted to pound you hard. His cock was throbbing and there was still that lingering scent that captivated his senses. 

He sat beside you on the bed and grabbed your dominant hand by the wrist. He leaned forward and gave your fingers a quick lick. Well, the licking turned into sucking and soon you were wide awake with two fingers in his mouth.

“What the hell? What am I, your dinner?”, you asked, trying to pry your hand away before he did sink his fangs into them.

“Look who's talkin’. Had some fun without me?”, he narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip around your wrist.

“Hey! Not my fault I helped myself. You were taking so damn long and I was horny”, you explained without struggling. 

“Fuck. Blame that bastard Aizen”, he clenched his jaw and ground his teeth. He was beyond stressed.

You noticed his hard erection poking against the side of your thigh. 

“You found my little present?”, you asked, trying to ease his tension.

“Hell yeah! Fuck I almost came sniffing that shit. It's like a drug. So can we fuck?”

“Babe! Since when do you ask to fuck?”

And with that statement, he is already pulling your clothes off you.

“Right. Right. Dicks going in. Gonna fuck ya full and plug ya up until your next heat”, he grinned. He quickly pulled off his pants and settled between your legs, where he would dwell for the next few hours. 

You roll your eyes, feeling your insides stretch open to make space for his invading fat cock. Now if you told him your fingers didn't feel as good as him, how far will his ego bloat?

that's him mid orgy

it is absolutely essential to have friends you can have extremely insane pervert conversations with. this is kind of what makes life worth living

gotta bring this back up ☝🏻 no i won't ever shut up about it

—I trip and fall in love just like a Tuesday drunk

I always go all in, all in, all in

Over the handlebars, hittin’ the ground so hard

If I’m alone fallin’, fallin’, fallin’,

We ain’t gotta talk about it—

This is based on this AMAZING CUTIE fic @darthwhorecrux wrote!! GO READ IT. IT’S SO CUTE AND FUNNY 🤭 I was giggling and kicking my feet the whole time! :

When it got to ~that part~ I KNEW I had to draw it lmao I can’t help myself I was SQUEALING

I was also listening to “Handlebars” by JENNIE and Dua Lipa on REPEAT while drawing this, I felt like it fit the vibe~

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💬 18  🔁 5  ❤️ 60 · I tried to write for another character but Shinji LITERALLY stormed into my room, flipped my desk, threw my laptop, broke

𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Ishida Ryuken, Hirako Shinji, Kyoraku Shunsui, Ukitake Jushiro

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: hi hi!! i absolutely adore your blog, your bleach writing is fantastic 🫶🏼 could i request something smutty with ryuken, shunsui, jushiro and shinji? maybe being reunited with them after being away on missions for a while and it ends up in some soft reunion sex? i’d gladly accept anything else too, i just need them bad and there’s a lack of ryuken works :( again, absolutely love your content, thank you for keeping the fandom fed xx

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I enthusiastically enjoyed this request and squealed and laughed so much while writing this. I did Kyoraku some injustice lol, but I gave him a second chance though 🙈. Thank you for this request and letting me write for Ryuken!

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fem!reader, 18+ content, fingering, oral (f receiving), soft sex, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, dirty talking, praising, body-worship (small), wrap it before you tap it

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Having some soft sex upon your return after being away for a lengthy time.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

˚₊‧꒰ა Ishida Ryuken ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The soft rustle of sheets and the distant hum of the night outside barely registered as you lay beneath Ryuken, legs spread wide around his waist, body pliant and needy beneath his weight. His bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a bedside lamp, and the air was thick with yearning, and the need that had lingered for months too long. He hovered above you, half-dressed, shirt unbuttoned and falling from his shoulders, the pale skin of his chest dusted with silver hair that led down toward the open band of his slacks.

Your thighs cradled his hips as he bent forward, one hand braced beside your head, the other trailing reverently from your waist to the soft curve of your hip. His gaze held yours, sharper than usual, blue eyes drinking you in like something he’d starved for.

“You finally came back,” he murmured lowly and frayed at the edges, his breath warm against your cheek.

You nodded, your fingers curling around the collar of his shirt, tugging gently as your other hand skimmed down the bare plane of his back. “I missed you so much, Ryu… I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted to come home. To you.”

His jaw tightened, and he swallowed once, eyes dragging down to where your breasts rose and fell against the sheets, bare, already flushed and needy, nipples pebbled in the cool air. He leaned in and kissed you, slow at first, his lips soft and warm against yours, tasting the truth in your words. But the kiss didn’t stay gentle. It deepened fast, his hunger slipping through in the way his mouth claimed yours, the way his tongue pressed between your lips to explore, stroke, devour.

When you pulled away to breathe and saw his hand reaching for the drawer in the nightstand, your voice came softer, needier, your thighs flexing around him. “Don’t use a condom tonight. I want to feel you. All of you. It’s been too long…”

His eyes narrowed just slightly, but the flush along his neck deepened. His hand slid down between your bodies, fingers brushing over your mound, parting your slick folds. You were already soaked for him, your pussy glistening in the warm light, folds plump and swollen from nothing more than his presence.

“Are you sure?” he asked, but his fingers dipped lower, parting your wetness and brushing over your entrance. “You know what that means if I lose control.”

You tilted your hips up, pressing your slickness into the flat of his palm. “Then lose it.”

There was a low and primal groan emitted from him, followed by his slacks being shoved down and kicked aside. You lifted your head to look, as you always did, eyes drawn to the long, thick length of his cock rising proudly from a nest of silver curls. It was already hard, thick veins lining the shaft, the flushed tip glistening with precum. Bigger than you remembered. Or maybe your memory had blurred after too many nights spent aching alone.

He cupped himself at the base and stroked slowly, watching the way your eyes widened, your breath catching as you spread your legs wider to welcome him. “Wet already,” he murmured, dragging the blunt head through your folds. “Soaked just for me.”

You whimpered when he tapped his cock against your clit, the swollen bud pulsing with need. Each slow stroke of his tip across your entrance made your hips jerk, your body already trying to suck him in. But Ryuken took his time, drawing circles with his cock around your pussy, coating himself in your slick, watching your every shudder.

“I’ve waited too many months to feel this again,” he said, guiding himself to your entrance and holding there. “I won’t rush.”

And he didn’t. He pressed in slow, the fat head of his cock breaching your soaked entrance with deliberate care. The stretch made your mouth fall open, your hands gripping his shoulders as inch after inch filled you. You could feel your body clenching already, slick walls hugging every vein, every contour of him.

“God…Ryu…”

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, jaw clenched as he slid deeper. “You’re still so damn tight…like your body never forgot me.”

He bottomed out with a groan, his hips pressing flush against yours, his cock buried fully inside you, the thick length pressing perfectly against your walls. You were trembling, legs wrapping tighter around his waist, pussy clenching helplessly around him as you tried to adjust to the fullness.

“You’re so deep…” you gasped, eyes fluttering.

His hand slid under your lower back, lifting you slightly, adjusting the angle until your moan turned into a cry, his cock now grinding against your sweetest spot. “That’s it,” he whispered. “I’ve got you. Just relax for me.”

He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed still, buried inside, holding your body close and letting you feel the full length of him, the throbbing heat of his cock pulsing against your walls. Then he drew his hips back slowly, almost teasingly, before thrusting in again, deep and unhurried.

Your nails dug into his back. “Harder, please…”

Jut hearing your pleas in-person after all these months prompted his control to slip. His rhythm shifted from slow to firm, strong thrusts that rocked you up the bed an inch at a time. Your pussy stretched and gripped around him with every movement, wet and warm, noisy in the quiet room. Every thrust made your breasts bounce against his chest, and he bent to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard as his cock drove deep.

You cried out, fingers tangling in his hair, your body overwhelmed by the dual stimulation—his cock hitting so deep, and his mouth tugging at your breast like he’d starved for it. “Don’t stop—please, don’t stop—”

He drove harder, hips slapping against your thighs, your pussy making lewd squelches with every thrust. He lifted one of your legs higher, pressing your knee to your chest to open you more, to go deeper. You sobbed his name, your back arching as your orgasm crashed down, pussy squeezing and fluttering around him.

You squirted. It surprised you, the rush of wetness spilling between your thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you, the intensity making your whole body shake. He froze for half a second, staring in awe, before groaning deep in his throat and fucking you harder, chasing his own edge.

“You’re making such a mess,” he rasped. “A beautiful mess—God, I can feel you squeezing the hell out of me—”

Your hands were gripping his shoulders, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes from how good it felt. Your pussy fluttered and clenched, sucking him in, trying to milk him. “I should’ve gone with you,” he admitted against your skin. “But I couldn’t leave the hospital. Couldn’t leave this goddamn city.”

You clung to him, moaning softly as he rolled his hips with deliberate precision, hitting that spot inside you like he’d measured it. Which, honestly, he probably had. “I know,” you whispered. “But I wouldn’t have wanted you to.”

He cupped your face, fucking you deeper, with more emotion than he ever allowed himself in public. “But I thought about you. Every night. Thought about how warm you always felt, the way your fingers curled in my hair when I was inside you—”

You arched beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing tighter.

“I thought about the sounds you make when you’re close,” he continued, voice cracking just slightly. “The way your walls flutter right before you—yes. Like that. Just like that.”

You gave a sharp clench of your walls around him and his hips stuttered, not feeling like he could hold out for much longer. No amount of spending night touching himself could compare to your warm heat. “Stay,” he murmured, arms tightening around your waist as he pushed harder. “Just for tonight.”

You brushed your fingers through his silver hair and whispered, “For longer, if you want.”

He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t need to. The way he kissed your palm told you that he was pleased with your choice.

˚₊‧꒰ა Hirako Shinji ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The carpet scratched lightly against your bare shoulder blades, soft but textured beneath your back as you lay spread beneath Shinji. Your breath caught as he grinned down at you, his messy blond hair hanging low enough to brush against your cheek. His shirt was open, flaring around him like he hadn’t even tried to take it off properly, too impatient. You still had your blouse halfway down one arm, your jeans unbuttoned and stuck at your knees from when he’d tugged them off in the middle of kissing you against the door. The whole house was quiet save for the low hum of the air conditioning and the wet, obscene sounds coming from between your thighs.

“Two years, and this pussy still tastes better than I remembered,” Shinji drawled, his voice husky with arousal, lips slick with your wetness as he rose from between your legs. His hand hadn’t left your thigh, his thumb still rubbing small, teasing circles dangerously close to your clit. Suddenly leaning forward, he caught your lips with his, kissing you deep—tongue curling with yours, tasting the echo of your own arousal on him. You moaned into his mouth, your legs twitching as your hips bucked, desperate for more friction. He pulled back with a laugh, teeth catching your lower lip gently.

“Don’t go rushing me now. I just got back to my favourite meal.” He licked a stray drop of your slick from the corner of his mouth and gave your pussy a firm slap that made you jolt, the wet smack echoing in the space between you. “You were gonna make me wait till dinner. I say screw that.”

Your head dropped back onto the carpet, fingers gripping his shoulders as he slid down again, lips brushing across your belly, your navel, and then further until his mouth was back on you, all heat and wickedness. He didn’t tease this time—he licked up the entire length of your slit, slow and deliberate, groaning as your arousal coated his tongue.

His fingers parted you, spreading your slick folds to expose the plump swell of your clit. He pressed his tongue flat against it, then circled, and circled again, until your thighs clenched on either side of his head. You were wet—soaking—and he drank from you like he was parched, every lap sending tremors through your stomach. His fingers slipped lower, sliding two knuckles deep into your heat, the stretch making you whimper as he curled them expertly against your front wall.

“Still this tight,” he murmured into you, letting his breath fan over your sensitive skin. “I could feel your pussy sucking on my fingers the second I slid in.”

You were writhing under him, panting. His voice, his mouth, his fingers—it was too much, and not enough. You hadn’t been touched in months, hadn’t had this—hadn’t had him. Shinji had always been a tease, but now he was relentless, determined to make every second count. His pace increased, his fingers moving faster, fucking you while his mouth sucked your clit with lewd precision.

You weren’t expecting to cum so quickly, but your hips jerked as you cried out, your hands flying to his hair. Your thighs tried to clamp shut, but he didn’t let up, moaning into you like a man possessed. Your slick gushed against his chin, and he groaned in satisfaction.

“Fuck, I missed you doing that,” he growled, his tongue still flicking over your throbbing clit. “You squirt like a goddamn fountain when I get you just right.”

You whimpered, sensitive, thighs trembling. He finally relented, dragging his fingers out of your pussy and sucking them clean with a lecherous smirk. He reached for your blouse, pulling it off completely before dragging your bra down just enough to expose your breasts, not even bothering to unclip it. His mouth latched onto a nipple instantly, sucking it hard while grinding his clothed cock between your legs. You could feel the thick press of him—hard, hot, pulsing against your slick entrance, the friction deliciously maddening.

He pulled back and looked down at you, hair sticking to his forehead slightly, golden eyes heavy with desire.

“You think you can handle this?” he teased, rubbing the head of his cock against your swollen folds. You could feel how wet you were, his shaft already slippery just from dragging through your pussy lips.

Nodding, already arching up for him, he pinned your hips back down with one hand, the other guiding himself to your entrance. His tip pushed in slowly, and your walls clung to him, the stretch making your eyes roll back. “Damn, you’re still so tight,” he groaned, the vein in his neck straining as he pushed in further, inch by inch. “Like this pussy forgot how to take cock. I’m gonna have to remind it.”

You gasped as he bottomed out, the full length of him seated inside you. He stayed there a moment, pressing in deep and letting you feel every thick inch, his hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise. It didn’t take long before you felt the, slow, deep, grinding thrusts that made you feel each ridge, each throb. The drag of his cock against your inner walls was delicious torture, your pussy fluttering around him with every slow pull out and every firm thrust in. You practically clung to him, nails digging into his back as your hips lifted to meet him.

“God, you’re so good,” he whispered into your neck, his breath hot. “I fuckin’ missed you like crazy. Missed this pussy. Missed how wet you get for me.”

The whimpering of his name and clenching caused him to groan, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the sound of your wetness obscene between your bodies. That was the final call, the pace shifted—no more slow grinding. He fucked you hard, fast, pressing your knees to your chest to get deeper. Your pussy squelched around him with every thrust, slick dripping down your ass and soaking into the carpet beneath you.

“You were gone too damn long,” he growled. “Two years without this. You’re lucky I’m not filling you full every day for the next week.”

Your body seized under him, a long, drawn-out cry ripping from your throat as your pussy convulsed around his cock, and he didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, moaning loudly as your juices gushed around him, your thighs trembling violently. When you squirted again, it soaked his pelvis, and he laughed breathlessly. “There it is. Damn, you’re messy.” He grinned down at you. “Just the way I like you. I missed this so damn much,” he murmured against your neck, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses there. “You feel fuckin’ amazing, baby.”

Wrapping your arms around him, your heart still racing, your pussy still pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure. His cock continued to work itself deeper, chasing his release, becoming erratic and rougher. Grabbing your wrists, he pinned them above your head as he loomed over you, burying his cock to the hilt again and again. Your walls clenched tight around him, fluttering and spasming with overstimulation, but he didn’t let up. His eyes were locked on your face, watching every twitch, every gasp, every moan.

“You’re not leaving again,” he pleaded softly. “I missed you too damn much.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Kyoraku Shunsui ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Immediately, you were pulled right off your feet, beard brushing your neck as he nuzzled into you, the wide sleeves of his pink haori wrapping you up completely. His hair was loose and slightly damp, and he smelled like fresh soap and saké, already halfway into unwinding. He looked like a man who’d spent months trying not to fall apart. And judging by the way he held you, his self-restraint had just expired.

You barely got another word out before your back hit the tatami and he was already on top of you, lips claiming yours with a softness that trembled. He didn't rush the kiss—but his hips gave him away, grinding subtly, needily, like he couldn't help himself. He whispered between kisses, “Missed you. Missed you so much,” and you could feel just how badly in the way he groaned when your thighs parted around his waist.

His mouth travelled to your neck, wet and warm, dragging kisses down your skin like he was starved for it, and you could feel the way he trembled, the control in his body fraying with every breath you took. His kimono was haphazardly pushed apart, his cock already thick and flushed, was leaking from its tip and begging to be put out of misery. “Two years,” he murmured hoarsely against your skin, his beard tickling as he nuzzled into your jaw. “Too damn long.”

You barely had the breath to answer before his hips shifted, the wide head of his cock slipping lower, parting your folds, nudging your entrance. A sharp gasp caught in your throat as he pushed forward, not waiting any longer, your body instinctively arching to take him. That first push stretched you wide, familiar and still breathtaking—thick, heavy, that slow, overwhelming press that only Shunsui could give you. Your hands clenched at the fabric pooled under you, nails biting into the blanket. He groaned low in his chest, forehead dropping to yours, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck—gods, you still feel so perfect,” he breathed, already buried halfway, your cunt clenching around him greedily. “Been thinking about this every night.”

The stretch had you whimpering softly, legs wrapped around his hips as he sank deeper, inch by thick inch. He tried to keep it slow, tried to savour the moment, but his hands trembled as they gripped your hips, and his rhythm faltered, cock twitching inside you with pulsing heat. His voice rasped with restraint, jaw clenched.

“Didn’t think...fuck, I didn’t think I’d lose it this fast.”

But you knew. You could feel the strain in his body, the twitch of his cock deep inside, the tremble in his muscles as he held himself back by sheer will. Your pussy fluttered around him in encouragement, soaked and eager, clenching greedily on his length. You cupped his face, guiding his gaze to yours, lips brushing his as you whispered, “Then don’t hold back.”

That was all it took. He groaned—deep, broken, almost desperate—and his hips slammed flush against yours, his cock buried to the hilt inside your wet heat. You felt the throb, the jerk of his release the moment he seated himself fully, his body shuddering as thick, hot cum spilled inside you in heavy pulses. His mouth crashed to yours, muffling his ragged moan, his tongue searching blindly as he came hard, deep, and fast. Your pussy milked him instinctively, spasming around his girth, coaxing every drop from him. The sensation of his warmth flooding your core after so long apart made you clench again, a needy whimper escaping you.

“Shit...fuck, sweetheart,” he grunted, his hips jerking once, twice more as aftershocks rippled through him. “Too much…too fast.”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting harshly, body tense above you. But you didn’t mind. The feel of his cock still twitching deep inside, still nestled in your creamy warmth, filled something in you that had ached for the past two years. You stroked his back slowly, fingers tracing the lines of muscle under his haori as his weight slumped into you, his arms cradling your head.

You felt the way his cum leaked out around his cock, warm and thick, coating your inner thighs. You could feel just how much he’d missed you in the sheer volume, the mess he’d made of your pussy already. But Shunsui didn’t move—he stayed still, cock still inside, forehead against your cheek, murmuring apologies and kisses against your skin.

“I couldn’t wait. I thought I’d go slow, I meant to worship you, but gods…I missed you so damn much.” He kissed your temple, your cheek, your jaw. “I’ll make it up to you. You’re not leaving this bed for hours.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes heavy with lust, with a spark that said he hadn’t even begun to claim you properly. You could feel him starting to harden again inside you, thickening despite the way his cum still leaked from your stretched pussy. He rocked his hips gently, watching the way your breath caught, your legs tightened around his waist, the wet squelch of your combined release filling the room.

“You’re so fucking full,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over your clit. “My cum’s already dripping out of you, but I’m not done yet. You’re going to take it all.”

His hands slid under your back, lifting you to him, your breasts crushed to his chest as he thrust with purpose, hips rolling to grind against your clit on every stroke. His mouth latched onto your neck, biting softly before licking the sting away, working his way down to your collarbone. Your moans rose in pitch as he set a rhythm that sent sparks through your core, the oversensitivity from earlier only heightening each roll of his hips.

You bit your lip as he began to move again, a slow, deliberate drag of his cock from your tight hole, coated in a thick sheen of white, then thrust back in, slow but deeper this time, measured. The feel of him was relentless—thick and still slick with his first release, but regaining that solid, aching fullness that made your toes curl.

“You feel even tighter now,” he muttered against your skin, voice thick with awe and hunger. “So wet. You always take me so good.”

He sat back slightly, dragging you with him so you were perched in his lap, your legs splayed wide around him, his cock thrusting up into you as gravity helped him bury even deeper. You cried out at the change in angle, the way he filled you more completely, his cock stretching you in every direction. His hands gripped your hips again, controlling your movements, dragging you up and slamming you back down, your pussy sucking him in noisily with every wet thrust.

“You missed this cock, didn’t you?” he rasped, gaze fixed on the place where your bodies joined, watching your tight, pink folds stretched wide around his thick shaft, your cream and his seed smeared around the base. “Fuck, look how messy you are. You’re dripping all over me.”

You couldn’t speak—only moan, back arching as he slammed up into you again, that thick tip grinding against your sweet spot mercilessly. The tension built fast in your belly, your clit throbbing, your legs trembling. He knew—he felt the way your pussy clenched hard around him, how your walls fluttered, how your breath hitched.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, sweat glistening on his brow as he rutted up into you harder now, the sound of skin slapping against skin growing louder. “Cum for me. I want to feel you gush all over this cock.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ukitake Jushiro ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The heat of the bath wrapped around you both like silk, steam curling up and making the wooden walls sweat. Letting the hot water soak into your aching limbs while he reclined behind you, his long legs spreading just enough so you could lean between them, your back against his bare chest. His kisses had been soft at first, reverent—pressed to your shoulders, your temple, the edge of your jaw as if trying to convince himself you were real again. His hair floated around you both in the water, silver strands catching the light, his breath brushing your ear as he exhaled softly behind you.

“You’ve lost weight,” he murmured, tone gentle, fingers trailing across your ribs where the outline of your form had become a little sharper. “They didn’t feed you properly over there?”

“They tried,” you murmured, closing your eyes, leaning your head back against his shoulder, “but nothing ever tasted right without you.”

He made a soft, affectionate sound in his throat and kissed the side of your face again, slow and lingering. Then his hands grew bolder. They moved over your body like he was reacquainting himself with you—with aching purpose. He stroked along the curve of your sides, up the softness beneath your breasts, letting the pads of his fingers lightly trace the edges of sensitivity there. You shivered under the touch, sighing as he cupped them fully in his palms, the weight of them familiar to him even after so long.

“You’re so soft…” he breathed, voice thickened slightly. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”

His thumbs brushed your nipples, already stiff from the water and arousal, and you exhaled a quiet, broken moan as your hips shifted instinctively. You felt his cock—already thick, warm, and solid—resting against the swell of your ass, before his hands slipped under your thighs to raise them a little higher, and with a slow, careful movement, you felt him slid into you. You gasped softly at the stretch, at the thick girth pushing inside. He didn’t move—he simply filled you, inch by inch, easing himself into your pussy like he was coming home. The water helped, made everything warm and pliant, but the ache of fullness after so long apart was still sharp and sweet.

“Gods, you’re tight,” he whispered, forehead pressing to the back of your neck. “You always feel so perfect…”

He bottomed out with a soft groan, the tip of his cock nestled against your cervix, thick and hard and impossibly deep inside. The weight of him inside you was delicious, dragging a shiver from your spine. He didn’t move for a moment, only wrapped his arms around you more tightly, his palm covering your lower belly where the bulge of his cock made itself known beneath the skin.

He knew exactly how much it affected you. Especially now, when every part of you was on edge from the absence, from the ache, from the hunger that had built up over your long separation. His hand slid down again, beneath the surface of the water, and you gasped as his fingers found your clit. His strokes were exploratory, as though he was mapping how your body had changed, how your reactions had sharpened in sensitivity. Each circle of his fingertips sent tingles up your spine, each brush across the swollen nub making your hips twitch and clench helplessly around his cock.

He moved his hips slightly then—just a little—just enough for you to feel the drag of him against your walls. You moaned softly, breath catching as your legs involuntarily tried to close, but he held you open with one arm and continued his slow, steady massage on your clit with the other. Every movement inside and out was controlled, deliberate. He knew you were sensitive—he wanted you sensitive. Wanted to feel you pulse and writhe on him, wanted to feel you lose yourself in the heat that only he could bring.

Your hands gripped his thighs underwater, your nails digging into his skin as he slowly rocked his hips forward again, barely moving but making you feel every inch of him. His breath was warm against your ear, and he murmured soft praises between kisses to your neck.

“I love how you feel around me…how you tighten up every time I touch your sweet little clit…”

Your hips jerked at the words, your walls fluttering around him as your breath came faster. He kept working that same slow, precise rhythm with his fingers, pressing a little firmer now, rolling your clit between slick fingertips while his cock throbbed deep inside. The pleasure coiled tight and sharp in your gut, building quickly—too quickly.

“J-Jushiro, I’m—” you tried to warn him, but he shushed you with a soft chuckle.

“I know, and I want you to. Come on, sweetheart… Let me feel you cum around me. I’ve missed this. Missed feeling you break.”

The sound of his voice—that voice—low and full of warmth and desire and love, was enough to push you over the edge.

You came with a choked cry, your body convulsing in the water as your pussy clenched tight around his cock, spasming through the climax as his fingers continued to roll and circle your clit through every wave of pleasure. Your thighs trembled in his hold, the wet slap of water shifting around you both as your back arched, your head pressing back against his shoulder. He held you, steady and strong, his cock twitching inside as he groaned from the feel of your orgasm squeezing him, but still he didn’t move faster.

You were panting, vision swimming slightly from how hard that first orgasm had hit, and his hands never left you. He let you come down slowly, fingers tracing lazy circles around your clit now, sensitive and swollen, while his cock remained firmly buried inside your twitching walls.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “So sensitive… You’re perfect.”

You whimpered softly, already trembling from the overstimulation, and he smiled against your neck, placing another kiss there as his hips gave a slow, shallow thrust—just enough to make your pussy flutter again in protest and pleasure.

“We’re just getting started,” he whispered. “You’re finally home. I’m not letting this body go without reminding every inch of it who it belongs to.”

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Thank you to everyone who loved my Soi Fon art. 🥹 Shinji is next. Sketch in progress. I’ve been busy with work, and I can’t wait to finally sit down and finish this. I will, for sure, move the eyes at least 200 more times before I’m content. 🤪

nah nah it's not cheating it's just like one big bleach orgy

it is absolutely essential to have friends you can have extremely insane pervert conversations with. this is kind of what makes life worth living

and i wouldn't have it any other way <333

it is absolutely essential to have friends you can have extremely insane pervert conversations with. this is kind of what makes life worth living

long-haired Shinji come back to meeeee

THE WIVES ARE GOING AT IT

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The Last Petal

Shunsui x widow reader (Jushiro's wife)

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Warning and mental health TRIGGERS: Mention of alcohol, angst, reader was Jushiro’s wife, Shunsui taking advantage of vulnerable Reader, no explicit smut but mention of sleeping with Reader while she is confused, ptsd, concussion, confusion, denial, alcohol, alcoholism, despair, depression, mental health, grief, a sad cryptic ending.

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As we sit here under the dancing stars, sharing our last drink, promise me that you will take care of her. That is my last request, my friend. You owe me that much.    — Jushiro 

One month post-war.

You woke up, drenched in sweat and noticed a lumpy warm figure nuzzled beside you. You felt a heaviness in your chest. Although the dark, quiet room brought a sense of calm, the very darkness stirred your anxious soul.

Your husband laid still as if he was catching up on sleep. 

You had a dream. You dreamt of your husband finally breaking free of the curse that was his illness. The curse he never disclosed, even to his wife up until the peak moment of the war. The war that cost him his life and left you a widow. 

Yet, here he laid, on your bed as if the war was nothing but a nightmare, crafted from the trauma that continued to linger. While the dream you just had felt more real, the truth was, you had your realities confused. 

You press your head back down on the pillow, your mind numb and memories hazy. During the war, you had experienced a terrible blow to the head. A concussion that skewed all judgement— you could not think straight. Neither could he.

You closed your eyes, your head was spinning and your ears were ringing. That ringing had never left you, as if it echoed the screams of soldiers consumed by the war. 

From within those screams, a faint sound of snoring comes beside you. Your husband never was the one to snore. He suffered from chronic insomnia because of his illness and he never slept so peacefully. But now that he broke free from the curse, he could rest in peace.

You suffered from short-term memory loss and post-concussion syndrome. Every day felt like a dream as you walked around with a constant headache, tinnitus and tunnel vision. 

Your head was spinning and memories from last night were fragmented, like your heart. Even now, you couldn't tell if you were awake or dreaming. Your brain could not distinguish between the two.

Your body was sore but not because of the injuries you sustained from the war. You felt a warmth between your legs that spread upwards towards your core and up your chest, finally wrapping around your heart and giving it a firm squeeze. Panic was slowly brewing. You clench your chest as if you are grabbing for your racing heart, trying to rip it out of your chest as guilt slowly drains your vigour. Why was there guilt and this overwhelming sense of dread? You didn't do anything wrong. Did you?

With your heart thumping theatrically in your rib cage, you extend out your hand, hoping to feel your fingers glide through his silky but fragile strands of white hair. But alas, your hands grab onto coarse locks of messy loose curls. You could not see the colour because the room was dark. 

You did not need the light to notice the lack of radiance. Your husband's hair had a shine that grabbed you from the darkness and guided you towards the light. The hair you had grasped was dark, thick and dull— just like his heart.

You felt a wave of nausea surge through you like an unstoppable storm. You covered your mouth, finding it impossible to contain that involuntary gasp that stirred up the sleeping man beside you— the man who had claimed the space where your late husband once slept. 

“No! No! No!” came your trembling denial. 

Your brain came up with inexcusable excuses, a desperate desire to justify your current sleeping arrangement.

He must have decided to give me company last night after we visited the graves. Why was I at the cemetery? Whose grave was I visiting? Where is my husband, Jushiro? 

Shunsui sensed the turmoil that disturbed your grieving soul. He woke up, his eyelids heavy with sleep as not much sleep was granted last night. He had a few drinks to numb the sorrow and now his mind was buzzing from the aftermath. He also felt a wave of nausea which he quickly swallowed down as his pride was at stake.

He studied your face in the dark, his night vision a lot sharper than yours. He saw the dreadful shock etched across your face. He shuffled, slowly sitting up, revealing his bare chest glistening with night sweats. It was warm in your room. He was warm. But your husband was always cold. 

Although warm, a shocking chill ran through your sweaty body. The nausea still lingered but there was no rush to get to the nearest bathroom. You slowly grabbed the blanket and pulled it closer to your body and up to your neck. He sat still, his face calm—satisfied, unapologetic. However, he had to choose his words carefully. He understood he was treading on thin ice, and it wouldn’t take much to crack you.

“Good morning, Petal. You look restless. What disturbs your sleep? Another nightmare?” came his soothing but groggy whisper. 

Why did he have to speak? It made this dream all so real.

“Where is my husband?”, you asked, gathering more of the blanket around you to shield yourself.

“Oh my dear, you know where he is. We visited him last night”, he patiently reminded you. He kept a distance between you, hoping you would slowly recall last night's event, sparing him the need to explain his actions. 

“Why are you in my bed? I know this is a dream but still. Please get my husband. Ouch”, you whinced and grabbed your temples when a sharp pain pierced through your skull. These daily ice-pick headaches were relentless, never granting you a moment of ease.

Shunsui reached out with his hand to comfort you, a look of pity in his tired eyes, which even in the dark you could spot that familiar soft gaze. His fingertips barely grazed over the skin of your forearm that tightly clenched onto the blanket to preserve your dignity. You did not hesitate to smack his hand away. 

“My dear. You know exactly where your husband is. Please just settle down”. He tried to comfort your anxious mind but you pushed him away.

You refuse to face reality. “Can you just go”, you begged him with your eyes all the while fighting back tears. You couldn't stand being around him. Yet, you were the one who came to him seeking comfort. 

Shunsui wanted to ease your mind and make you aware that nothing happened last night. Emotions were high and after a couple of drinks, things would have progressed very quickly. Luckily, Shunsui couldn't get it up. And so a crisis was diverted all the while you sobbed in his chest, celebrating the one-month anniversary of the departure of your dear late husband. 

As soon as he opened his mouth to explain last night, you burst into tears. 

“Just get out!” you shouted when he made another attempt to comfort you. 

Shunsui stayed silent. He didn’t want to fracture you any more than you already were.

He got up and gathered his belongings off the floor. He headed towards the bathroom to quickly clean up while you sank back under the blankets, waiting for this nightmare to end.

——

Many of the survivors were reassigned to different squads to help maintain balance (both in power and numbers) within the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. Previously, you were in squad 10. Now you were under the direct watch of the Head Captain himself. He even promoted you so he could casually bump into you more often. Your well-being had concerned him. It had become an unhealthy obsession that even Nanao couldn't ignore.

“Give her some space. You are smothering her”, said the co-lieutenant while dropping a bunch of heavy registers on his desk.

“I can't let her drown in her sorrows”, he replied. While working on the grim task of going through the names of casualties so he could officially register them as deceased, he decided to replace his morning tea with alcohol. That had become his daily morning gloomy routine. 

“It seems the one drowning in sorrow is you”. Nanao didn't pity the man. She knew he was stronger than this. Alcohol was his way of grieving. But as the Head Captain, he did not have the luxury to grieve. 

“Take my advice”, Nanao paused for a second at the door before her departure. “Don't do anything that would have Captain Ukitake turn in his grave”.

Once Nanao left, he reached for a folded parchment that was tucked away neatly in his pants.

“Turn in his grave, you say? I think we are way past that now, Nanao”. 

——-

Later that day, you were spotted outside, sweeping away rubble from fallen buildings. A mindless task for you as you cannot focus on anything else meaningful. Not that cleaning up wasn't meaningful. Everyone had to pitch in and do at least 4 hours of manual labour every day to help restore Seireitei to its former glory. 

With each stroke of your wooden broom, your mind actively wanders to dark places. A pit of despair awaits you and you get pulled in towards the center. You try to scream but the void creates no sound. You are lost in the darkness of it all. Not a single light shines to guide your soul out of the darkness. And as all hope is lost, you notice a small pink flower petal fall towards you. You extend out your hand, trying to grab the single petal that so gracefully dances like a snowflake. And as you close your fist around it, you open your eyes and find yourself holding onto the pink kimono draped around his shoulders. 

“There she is. You had me worried there for a moment, princess. Are you alright?”

You glanced up at him with a glossy gaze, unsure what had transpired. One moment you were sweeping—then suddenly, you were swallowed by darkness.

You let go of his clothes and he grabbed the broom out of your hand. You had zoned out for a few minutes and were inattentively sweeping the same spot over and over again. 

“You shouldn't be doing any physical labour. That is why I gave you an officer’s position”, Shunsui said.

“Regardless of your position, you are still required to pitch in on the efforts to restore the Soul Society. Captains and Head Captains are also not exempt from this civil duty”, you explained, still shaken up from what you had experienced. 

“And the injured are exempt. That includes me”, he joked while pointing to his eye patch, although the man never needed any valid excuse to be lazy.

“I have no physical injuries”, you argued.

“Exactly. No physical injuries that we can see. But your heart is still injured”. He set the broom aside against a giant boulder and took a step towards you. His hand rested under your chin and he ran the padding of his thumb across your quivering bottom lip. “Let me personally tend to that wound”. 

Your body is frozen. His warm touch is comforting and you seek for more. You desperately want to cling to him so you don't fall back down into despair. 

Fortunately, no one was around to witness the shameless display of disloyalty— a betrayal by his best friend and his wife. It was only a matter of time before he captured your lips, your sweet soft lips that pulled him out of his own pit of despair. 

You had no willpower to push him away. Instead, you deepen the kiss by wrapping your arms around his neck to anchor him down. You did not want that petal to be picked up by the wind and blown away.

Both surrender to passion, searching desperately for solace. It is the familiarity that pushes you onwards. You are reminded of the day when you first met him. It was before you met your late husband, Jushiro. 

-flashback-

Once upon a time, a few centuries ago, you had gifted your heart to Shunsui. But then he introduced you to his best friend, Jushiro. Well, one look at the angel had you instantly fall in love. 

Unbeknownst to you, for years, Jushiro felt the guilt of stealing his best friend's woman. But Shunsui played it cool as if you were just another woman and a short fling. You thought the same, given his well-known reputation.

But the truth was, Shunsui never got past you. You stole his heart and shattered it the day you married his best friend. Given Shunsui's calm demeanour, he made it seem like it never bothered him. But Jushiro could see the pain he caused his friend. 

And that last night they spent together under the stars, the crickets played one last song as old friends reminisced over aged sake. Jushiro gave Shunsui a handwritten letter addressed to his wife and also returned the heart he had previously stolen. 

————

Shunsui hands you that letter. You recognize your husband's writing. It wrenches your heart, knowing this was the last message he had for you. 

My dear wife, 

I hope by the time you find this letter, you have finished mourning for me. 

For years, I have hidden this dark secret from my beloved, shielding her from the evil that plagues this world. But now, I can no longer offer her that protection.

And so, I pass on my duty to my dear old friend. But knowing him, he’s likely already made a mess of things. Forgive him, if you can—grace is not his strong suit and his reputation precedes him.

If you must hate anyone, hate me, the man who could not fulfill his duty to protect his wife. Bear no ill will to the man who only wishes to protect his delicate flower. The flower he once plucked but was selfishly stolen from within his tight grasp. He should have held onto that flower tighter. 

And now he shall.

Always keep me in your heart but never let it be a burden.

Your loving husband, 

— Jushiro 

You felt your heart slowly settling. Listening to your husband's poetic words in your head gives you a sense of calmness. But it also made his death more tangible. It was a reminder that he was truly gone from this world and his soul probably began its next journey ahead. 

You reach into your pocket and for a moment he foolishly thought you were about to hand him your house keys.

Instead, you present him with a letter of your own. He quietly reads the words that are not as poetic as your husband's and reopens unseen wounds from the past.

Nevertheless, he ignores the heartache and wears that familiar, deceitful smile. The same nonchalant smile that cost him his love once before.

“Is that what you want, petal?” he confirmed once he read through the letter twice. 

“Yes”. You stood firm in your decision, unmoved by his earlier attempts to charm you.

“Very well. I'll see through it immediately”. 

Your request to be reassigned to your previous squad was approved. 

What you requested was distance and time away from him— both necessary to heal your heart and soul.

But at what cost?

The pink flower, whose delicate petals once saved you from despair, refused to blossom once more. And thus, with time, the flower slowly withers away, leaving wilted grey petals along its path.

absolute beautyyyy

SHINJI HIRAKO

This is a part II to this fic. Without further ado...GIRLDAD!Shinji !!!!

A special shout out to @villainsrtasty for the pigtail's idea!

With your daughter taking up space in your home now, your son was going through a clingy phase, making grabby hands and whining for you constantly, desperate to be the baby again. In the past, Shinji would pout and grumble something about your son favoring you over him, complaining that he was such a "momma's boy," and that he was basically chopped liver in comparison, but now that your daughter had been born, she kept Shinji's hands full. He hardly had time to complain about your son's neediness when your daughter was all over him every waking hour, and he loved every second of it.

It was obvious from the beginning that she was meant to have a special relationship with your husband, the daughter he so badly wanted, and now she was here. In a room full of people, her little eyes would dart about, searching for him, a smile spreading on her face only when she found him. She clung to him the same way your son did to you, curling the fabric of his clothes in her tiny fingers or plopping down in his lap with a book in hand, a silent command that he read to her. Shinji did any and everything she requested of him. It made you proud, the way she had him wrapped around her little finger. She hadn't even been able to talk yet and he still always understood exactly what she wanted and got it to her without hesitation, better than even you could. She was so young, so new to the world, and already spoiled, sure to be trouble the older she got. 

There was also Shinji’s protectiveness, and a new special kind that developed, reserved for her and her only. Jokingly, or maybe not so jokingly, when another baby boy shared toys with her and she followed him everywhere he went, Shinji lectured her on the way home, as if she could understand. “No, no boyfriends. Yer mine for life.”

“What do you mean?” You’d tease him. “That’s my little heartbreaker. Her and I are gonna get all done up and go out clubbing when she’s old enough. She’s going to be my party girl partner in crime…”

“No way!” He’d whine. “The both of ya stay home with me. The day some slimeball gets to her and tries to take advantage of my baby girl...” He didn’t need to finish his thought, the hint of the threat in his narrowed eyes. 

“So when some idiot’s approaching her with some corny ass pickup line…?” You side-eyed him, also with no need to finish the thought. 

“If he’s as handsome and charismatic as me, then maybe I’ll consider letting it slide.” He grinned smugly.

On one of the better nights, your son was napping upstairs, and your daughter was wound for sound, giggling wildly as she made attempts to pull your husband's blonde hair into pigtails. The more he made noises of protests and "ouch!"'s, the more amusing she found it. Though it was at the expense of his comfort, her laughter was one of the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard, and you were sure he agreed, hence why he endured the pain. You seared the sound into your brain, pulling your phone out to capture a short video of the moment to keep forever, smiling distantly as you watched her tangle her hands into his bangs. 

"She's kind of hurting me," he chuckled to you. You tucked your phone away and moved to grab her, with other ideas to keep her entertained, but he put a hand up to stop you, looking appalled that you would even think to take her from him. "Not so fast. She thinks it's funny."

You laughed and shook your head, watching as only moments later she tugged on his blonde tufts so hard she jerked his head down. You intervened despite the fact that he'd let her rip his hair out if she so desired. You weren't sure what it was about your husband that made him have such a history of getting beat on by small girls, snickering to yourself as you thought of how funny Hiyori would find your daughter’s antics. 

She tried to pry your hands off of her hips as you pulled her away, but you held tight, pulling her into your chest. "You like hurting Daddy, do you?" You asked her, tickling her stomach and making her giggle again, squirming in your hold.

Meanwhile, Shinji had busied himself with pulling his hair into the ponytails she wanted to see, excitedly showing her the two small sprouts of blonde on the sides of his head when he was done. "You want matching ones, girly?" He offered her, ignoring your teasing giggles as you admired his silly appearance. Anything for his girl. 

She squealed and laughed and climbed into his lap eagerly, turning her little head this way and that as she impatiently awaited for him to style her hair. He gently combed it away from her face with his fingers and gathered what he could into two little pigtails. They were tiny, her hair barely fitting into them, but it was only a matter of time until it'd be longer, and you were certain Shinji would be fashioning it into unique styles for her every day. 

She curiously reached for her head to feel for her father's creation, only to yank them out, grinning proudly and looking for her father's adverse reaction. 

Shinji sighed. "Brat." 

He couldn’t stay mad at her for long, an affectionate smile spreading on his lips, gathering her in his arms and pulling her tightly into his chest, tickling her the way you had moments earlier. Even as her flailing arms and legs delivered blows to his body, he remained unfazed, peppering her tiny head and face with loud, dramatic smooches. It was obvious to anyone, but to you most of all, how in love he was. It made you snort, his pigtails and his clinginess and his doting, how someone so dangerous and deadly could also be the goofiest and the softest. It made your heart swell too, the father of your children, and what an amazing father he was. 

On one of the not-so-good nights, it was still evident to you how much and how hard he loved his girls. Sickness frequently paid a visit to your household with the two little germs running rampant, and a particularly vicious flu had struck when Shinji was at his busiest. He managed to avoid the plague, gone for long hours due to the demands of the Soul Society, and you were left to bear the brunt of it. Just as your son’s condition was starting to improve, the virus invaded yours and your daughter’s systems at the same time. 

Feeling deathly ill and weaker than ever, you had no choice but to rise from your bed, to fend off the nausea and fight through the fever and chills to take care of your daughter who was suffering just the same, all while handling your son as well. As a mother, you had learned to make sacrifices for your children’s wellbeing and had grown accustomed to it, but this challenged and broke you down in a way you hadn’t experienced before. It got worse before it got better, and you had no idea how you were managing, sleepwalking through each moment. You couldn’t eat, could hardly sleep, and were constantly on the verge of vomiting and/or collapsing, but you were forced to soldier through it for them, hiding from Shinji just how sick you were knowing that he had his own matters to handle.

He hadn’t returned home until late that night when your daughter was crying incessantly, the poor thing tortured by a slew of symptoms that seemed to not want to go away despite your many remedies, and you were trying but failing not to cry with her. 

Her tiny, fragile body in so much pain, she went back and forth between pushing you away from her and grabbing onto you, wanting to be cuddled, but frustrated that it was not solving all of her problems. Snot and tears shined on her face as she wept intensely. You had become hopeless, sharing both her physical and emotional pain. Shivering, wrapping around her tightly, you sobbed with her, telling her that you were sorry and pressing your lips to her burning forehead. 

If you could, you would take all of her heat, all of her chills, all of her upset stomach, and all of her boogers, even if it meant doubling your own suffering. You’d do it just so you didn’t have to hear the heartbreaking sound of her anguish, of your failure to help her. But alas, you were just as beaten down as her, and simultaneously wishing that you could be her size and her age again, crawling into someone’s lap and having them hold and comfort you and tell you that it would all be okay again soon. 

Shinji walked in on the two of you in hysterics, your son playing with toys nearby, watching the scene unfold from a place of innocent curiosity. Your daughter was wailing so hard, she hadn’t even noticed that her savior had returned. With a deep frown, your husband instantly took her from you, and she melted into him, tucking her runny nose into his robes as he caressed her hair and back, shushing her and cooing to her and rocking her to sleep. 

On cue, your son stumbled over to you, getting into your lap now that your hands were free. You snuggled him into you desperately, your sweet little guy, subduing your sobs so that your sick daughter could have peace. Shinji threw you a concerned look as he did everything he could to console your daughter, not stopping until she was drifting off in his protective embrace, just the medicine she needed.

When there were tiny snores escaping her stuffy nose, he disappeared to ease her into her crib, returning quickly to remedy you next. Your son didn’t make much of a fuss when Shinji pulled him from you, knowing that his mother wasn’t herself right now. Your husband reached for your forehead, brows furrowing as he felt the immense heat radiating from your skin, though he didn’t need to confirm your fever to clock that you were ill. The sight of your pale skin, glassy eyes, and hunched, shaky body were evidence enough. 

“Why didn’t ya call me?” He asked softly, wiping stray tears from your cheeks. In his lap, your son observed, his large round eyes looking up at you as if he wanted an answer too. 

“I didn’t want you to worry,” your voice broke. “I thought I could handle it on my own, but I feel so bad, Shinji.” Tears threatened to spill again, and you didn’t hesitate to curl into his free arm, just as clingy and needy as your daughter had been. “I can’t do this.”

“If I had known you were this sick, I never would have left ya here alone with them,” he said sternly. “You need to rest, sweetheart.”

“Don’t cry, Ma Ma,” your son chimed in. 

It tore through your heart. You reached for him, hugging Shinji with him sandwiched in between. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m okay.”

“Come on.” Your husband gently tugged the back of your shirt before rising, pulling you up with him while he balanced his son in one arm. “Let’s get ya to bed too.”

“But-” you started to protest, throwing your son a worried glance. 

“No buts,” Shinji interjected. “We need a guys night anyway.” He looked towards his son, managing half a grin before placing a hand on your lower back, gently nudging you forward. “C’mon.”

After letting him feed you medicine and tuck you in, the last thing you saw before entering a night full of broken sleep, strange dreams, and fevered hallucinations was your husband’s fleeting silhouette, your son on his hip. You never fully woke, but throughout the night, Shinji was in and out of your bed, sometimes with your son, sometimes with your daughter, sometimes with both. When your eyes peeled open again, early in the morning before the sun had even risen, all three of them were tangled in the sheets, your son nuzzled into your chest, and your daughter on the other side of him, poking Shinji awake. 

You jolted upwards at the sight of his sleeping figure, head spinning, sweat clinging to every part of your body, your mind not quite all there at this hour. Your poor son jerked awake at your side, the whole room coming back to consciousness at once.

“Aren’t you late?!” You gasped at your husband. 

“What?” He asked groggily, turning onto his side and wrapping an arm around his daughter in one swift motion. She laughed at him, clearly in higher spirits than she was last night, as he squinted at you.

“For work,” you fretted. “Don’t you need to be at the barracks?”

 “Momo’s gonna take care of things,” he informed you hoarsely, letting his eyes flutter closed again. “I’m staying here today.”

“Oh.” You sunk back down into bed as your son clawed at you, trying to pull you back into your previous position, though you thought there was no way you were going to get back to sleep now, not with how sweaty you were.

“How are ya feeling?” Shinji asked you as his daughter crawled around, attempting to play peekaboo with the blankets. “Cause’ this one seems to be doing better…” He nodded towards her with a lazy smile.

“Better.” You wiped your forehead. “Seems like my fever broke, at least for now.”

“Mmm, that’s good,” he hummed. “My poor girls.” He pouted, launching into a rant. “I’m so sad. Her nose is so stuffy.” He looked to his daughter, his fingers cradling her head. “Do you know how annoying a stuffy nose is? And my baby has to have one? This world can be so cruel!”

“You’re gonna get it next,” you huffed a laugh at his dramatics. “All cozy with her snot all over you.” 

“Nah, I don’t get sick,” he assured with a smirk.

“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes. “We’ll see.”

“Don’t care,” he grumbled. “It’s worth it. I’d do anything for her,” he said seriously.

“I know you would,” you cooed, mindlessly finding your son’s back to rub soothing circles into.

Knowing that Shinji was back now, and you were safe, that you weren’t alone in this, it made your body soften with content, falling back into a drowsy state. Without realizing it, as you soothed your son, you were self-soothing too. With the four of you pressed together soundly, you could relax. You could take care of your little family and allow yourself to be taken care of too.

“Thank you,” you mumbled to your husband as your eyes fell shut again. “For taking care of us, for taking care of me. Thank you for staying.”

He responded, “I love you,” in an explanatory tone, in a way that said I need no thanks, I’m not doing this for thanks. His words from earlier pierced through your head again, “I’d do anything for her.” 

You drifted off again with a smile on your lips, no more strange nightmares to be had when you were surrounded by so much love. “I love you too, Daddy.”

Of course, Shinji did eventually end up getting sick. There was no way of avoiding it, not with how he was glued to you and your daughter until the both of you got better. 

You took care of him with the same tenderness he had, nursing him back to health as you continued to juggle your children with your energy somewhat restored. Your daughter, his little best friend, knew there was something wrong with her father, and as he spent most of the day in bed, she was there with him, snuggling into his chest or pressing a cold cloth to his head with no idea what she was doing but watching you do the same, so it must have been something helpful. She even offered him her comfort stuffed animal, a serious token of affection as she wouldn’t ever allow anyone else to have it. Shinji accepted it graciously, cuddling it tightly when she wasn’t there. You snapped a sneaky picture of him sound asleep, the stuffed creature tucked under his arm, and made it your new home screen wallpaper, your babies already taking up your lock screen. Now you had the whole collection.

When he was better again, heading back to resume his duties as a Captain, your daughter wailed after him, crying for her “Dada,” having been spoiled to have his presence around so much. He himself seemed to be on the verge of tears, apologizing profusely and promising his sweetheart that he’d be back again for her later. You tried to tell her that you’d still be around, but she didn’t seem interested.

You shared an exasperated look with him, knowing that you were going to have to deal with her crying and missing him until she was distracted by something else. “Who’s chopped liver now?” You laughed.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “She’s a Daddy’s girl.”

Indeed, she was, and you knew deep down that there was no other way for your little family to be. 

Tags: @tomitsulikeslemons @eleftheria93

Gonna be bringing a lot of Shinji content to the Bleach fandom soon 🙌🏻♥️ this was a very basic sketch and color! I’m excited for the anime to continue in 2021!

Art by me

i had a dream last night that Shinji and Kisuke were sitting at a table across from me, and i was not-so-subtly staring at them on and off and Shinji caught on that i was staring and was making faces trying to get my attention again so i pretended that i didn't notice him 😭😭😭 looking out the window all mysterious LMAOOOO

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in these dark times all i can say is thank god for online attention from perverts

Soi Fon~

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hey does anyone wanna talk about how it's implied that ikkaku comes from a family with high status and yet he was slumming it with yumichika. does anyone wanna talk about how yumichika has the nicest clothing out of anyone in that district. does anyone wanna hear me out that ikkaku and yumichika switched clothes. does anyone wanna cry about how fucking married these two are ??????

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all day every day

Me thinking about Bleach men 😭

my boyfriend 😭 <3

How Hirako Shinji would act towards his significant other/lover headcannons

TW: slightly suggestive, teasing, protectiveness, very slight nsfw

Summary: Shinji would be that partner who annoys you just enough to keep things interesting but always makes sure you know you’re loved

A/N: I'm slightly bummed out that not only did this draft not save the first time, making me lose all my progress, but I had to type everything again from memory. Hopefully, I wrote everything like last time. Hope you all enjoy this one cause I had fun with it despite the problems.

Teasing & Playful Banter: Loves to joke around and poke fun at his partner, often in a mischievous but affectionate way.

Calls his S/O silly nicknames just to get a funny or cute reaction from them. He really lives for their reactions. “Oi, shorty, need me to carry you?” (Even if they’re tall.)

Playfully pretends to forget important dates, then surprises them with a gift at the last moment.

Flirtatious & Cheeky: Shamelessly flirts with them, using his signature smirk and smooth talk.

Casually leans in way too close just to see them flustered. “Oh? Are ya blushin’? How cute~”

Winks at them even in completely inappropriate situations, like during a serious mission.

Groping them in areas to get a reaction is also one of his favourite things to do

Whispers nonsense in their ear just to make them flustered like, “Ever wonder why bananas are curved?”

Observant & Attentive: Notices small details about his partner and subtly takes care of them without making a big deal about it. He's just trying to be nonchalant.

Notices when they’re feeling down and, instead of asking, just casually hands them their favorite snack.

A happy s/o, a happy life.

Adjusts their scarf or fixes their clothes absentmindedly, acting like it’s no big deal. Both fashion icons

If they’re struggling with something, he subtly helps without making a fuss. “Oh, this? Nah, I was just bored, so I finished it for ya.”

Protective (In His Own Way): Acts nonchalant, but if someone threatens his partner, he becomes deadly serious.

If someone’s bothering them, he steps in with an unsettlingly calm smile. “Hey now, ya wouldn’t wanna make me mad, would ya?”

During a fight, he plays it cool but positions himself between them and danger.

Doesn't let them go on dangerous expeditions, instead he keeps them nearby in his office.

Laughs off threats against himself but gets serious the second his S/O is involved.

Laid-back but Loyal: Seems easygoing, but he’s completely devoted and would never betray their trust.

Acts like he doesn’t care when they complain about something but will 100% remember and fix the issue behind the scenes.

If someone flirts with him, he just smirks and says, “Sorry, I’ve already got someone way cuter."

He boasts about them very often to the point its just a reflex. He really lives them.

Never brags about his loyalty, he just proves it through his actions.

His actions speaks way louder than his words.

Casual PDA: Not overly affectionate in public, but will casually drape an arm over them or ruffle their hair.

Throws an arm around their shoulders without thinking. “Oi, don’t walk so fast. Yer leavin’ me behind.”

Flicks their forehead when they’re being “too serious.” or Casually links pinkies with them when no one’s looking.

Isn't a fan of hard-core PDA and would rather do so in the comforts of his or their chambers.

Comforting in a Unique Way: Instead of straightforward comfort, he’ll lighten the mood with jokes but will listen if they really need to talk.

If they’re crying, instead of saying something serious, he makes a ridiculous face to make them laugh.

He will divert the topic or straight out say something out of pocket that is bound to make you laugh.

After a tough day, he’ll sit next to them and say, “Well, that sucked. Wanna go get food?”

If they open up about something painful, he listens quietly, then says, “Yer stronger than ya think, y’know?”

Secretly Romantic: Occasionally surprises them with unexpectedly sweet gestures when they least expect it.

Shows up at their place randomly with their favorite food but acts like it’s no big deal. “Oh, this? Nah, I was just passin’ by.”

Leaves little notes hidden in their stuff with dumb jokes or surprisingly sweet messages.

Plans something thoughtful but plays it off casually. “Oh, look at that, I accidentally got us reservations at yer favorite place.” or "yer gonna join me? I got us some popcorn and that movie you've always wanted to see"

Respects Their Independence: Doesn’t smother them, but always has their back when they need him.

Doesn’t hover but always makes sure they know he’s there if they need him.

If they need space, he gives it without question but leaves them a silly message: “Don’t miss me too much~”

Never forces them to rely on him but quietly supports them when they do.

Don't completely abandon him now.

Acts Aloof but Cares Deeply: Might pretend he’s not worried, but his actions show he truly cares.

If they’re sick, he acts like it’s annoying but suddenly has soup, medicine, and a warm blanket ready. He also won't leave their side until they get better.(Results in him getting sick too)

If they get injured in battle, he jokes, “Tch, ya just wanted me to carry ya, didn’t ya?” while fussing over them.

When they accomplish something big, he teases, “Eh, I knew ya could do it. Just took ya long enough.”

A/n: Finally it's done!! REQUESTS ARE OPEN ❤️

I'M SO OBSESSED SHINJI OUR BELOVED 🩷🩷🩷

—I trip and fall in love just like a Tuesday drunk

I always go all in, all in, all in

Over the handlebars, hittin’ the ground so hard

If I’m alone fallin’, fallin’, fallin’,

We ain’t gotta talk about it—

This is based on this AMAZING CUTIE fic @darthwhorecrux wrote!! GO READ IT. IT’S SO CUTE AND FUNNY 🤭 I was giggling and kicking my feet the whole time! :

When it got to ~that part~ I KNEW I had to draw it lmao I can’t help myself I was SQUEALING

I was also listening to “Handlebars” by JENNIE and Dua Lipa on REPEAT while drawing this, I felt like it fit the vibe~

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💬 18  🔁 5  ❤️ 60 · I tried to write for another character but Shinji LITERALLY stormed into my room, flipped my desk, threw my laptop, broke

4 O’ Clock: Hot ‘n Cold (Grimmjow x Reader) 18+ NSFW

AN: So, something was calling me to write a grimmjow fic and yk what? If grimmy wants to get down in the middle of a cold winter morning, why tf not! 👊 I’m down. I wanna hear him mumble, whisper and groan in my ears lol. Wouldn’t you? Ok bye. 😭 Ps. Sorry for the long ass fucking wait - I’m a little rusty ahhh.

Synopsis: it’s a cold Winter morning and Grimmjow just feels like snuggling with you in between your legs bed.

*Pics are from Pinterest!

WARNING: GRAMMAR, pacing, mellowed out tybw grimmy, smut, dominant panther, quiet lazy sex but leads to a bit rough sex because it’s grimmjow, nipple play, foreplay, spooning cuddles, fondling your biscuits, kissing, cowgirl-humping, wet…squirting, more squirting, multiple orgasms, penetration, doggy style. And more! 🤓

Take your time reading due to pacing and dive into the story! 💙

4 AM

The howling winds of winter cried out around the house. It sounded like werewolves singing in melody as the snow fell down like rain drops. The inside of the house was barely bright,the beauty of the white snow piercing the long curtains all around the house — in the hallways and rooms. The aging radiator was still fighting to keep the house warm. It whistled, it blew off steam while the cold eerie winds blew over the sky.

It helped you sleep better at night.

…Crrreak…

…crrreak…crrreak…

The wooden floors groaned quietly as someone walked across it in the upstairs hallway. The tall silhouette had just teleported into the hallway and walked steadily toward your shared bedroom. He was met with your presence, sleeping soundly in the bed with a thick blanket nestling your shoulders. His sharp blue eyes observed your form that was so delicate, seeking warmth in the already warm room.

It’s too fucking hot in here. He thought to himself. But he did leave you alone for a while he took a stroll around the neighborhood - during a blizzard. You never knew where he went or when he’d come back home from his random walks. You never liked being alone in your bed. His blue eyes glowered in your direction when you pulled the blanket over your head as the sound from the old heater started clicking in his ears, ultimately making him tread towards you.

He took off his t-shirt and threw it across the room as he walked to his side of the bed. Slowly, he lifted the covers and his body gently dipped into the bed and carefully wriggled over to your side as the sheets shuffled under his feet. His chest pressed against your back and his legs hooked behind your own, he had you secured with ease. You shifted a bit to the newfound feeling and outstretched your neck. He quickly dipped his face into the small space, warming his nose and breathing in your flowery scent. A low groan came from his throat, piquing your ears as he rubbed his face against your flushed skin. But you remained asleep.

A few minutes passed by and the two of you wallowed in each other’s warmth. His arm was bent under your breasts, cupping your them underneath the satiny material. A soft, quiet huff brushed your skin, stirring you from your sleep. “Mm.” You started gathering yourself; the blue panther felt like a furnace next to your body.

Too hot…

“Mm.” You hummed again, shifting in his embrace and pulled the covers off your shoulder.

A high pitched whine from the old radiator was whistling in the air. You reveled in the way his chest risen and fell against your back, making you blush in his grip. Your fingers slithered down to his forearm that was securing your breasts from underneath, and you brushed the smooth skin lazily. His brows furrowed to the feathery sensations of your fingertips grazing against his skin. His arm flexed a bit, squeezing the two flesh more, telling you that he’s enjoying it.

He pulled away from your neck and started planting soft kisses on your shoulder slowly. It was warm, followed by a wet sensation. The languid pace stirred your senses. Soon after, he shifted behind you, leaning closer to you to kiss your neck. His nose rubbed your soft skin as he marked you with soft wet kisses. “Mm.” Your pulse was fluttering when he kissed your favorite spot. The soft wet pops of his lips rang in your ear as he did, making you press the side of your face to the pillow while your cheeks were getting warmer. Your lips were tucking in as his warm weight was slowly pressing your body into the bed while he focused on his task. Marking you as his, like always. You always surrender to his cuddles — even at random times.

You didn’t even realize that you were leaning back into his chest and how outstretched your neck was until his bangs were brushing underneath your chin. He way too into your neck. “Unh…” you sighed softly, heeding his soft lips pressing against your fluttering neck. “Mn.” You bit your bottom lip. You soft gasps made him apply some more of his weight on your back. “Ha..!” You gasped, pressing your ass against his groin when your pulse suddenly palpitates swiftly, violently sending you goosebumps.

A smirk crept from his lips when you shivered after the fact. He pulled back and untucked his arm underneath your breasts. You already knew your neck was purple from his ministrations. Suddenly, you felt his fingers pull the top of your dress down, slowly revealing your round plush tit hidden beneath the satiny material. A subtle groan came from his throat as he eyed the soft flesh. Your eyes remained closed while he gently hooked the top underneath it, securing it in place.

Suddenly, your senses sparked immediately when his firm hand cupped the soft fat gently. It was hot and brawny against your skin, making your blush hard while he fondled it tenderly. A low hum sounded from your lips from the burning sensation that it made him smirk.

Look at you…, he thought.

He squeezed it gently as if it was a stress ball.

He watched you twitching as he squeezes the round breast delicately. “M-mm.” You twitched again when he switched to stroking the flesh with his fingertips in circles. “A-ah~” he stared down at your quivering form as he did before focusing his finger on the pebbled flesh — your nipple. Your soft whimpers filled the air as the winter breeze howled out from the sky. “Grim~” you whispered, relishing the calloused pad circling the plump nipple lightly. It sent shocks all over your body, pushing your back against his chest as you basked in his lazy strokes. Your fingers slid up to the back of his hand as he did and you shivered in his warm embrace. Slowly, softly and gently…making you squeeze your legs together under the blanket. “M-mm..!” You managed to look down at his finger while you couldn’t stop twitching. It’s true that you have very sensitive nipples. One touch of his fingers and your senses are stirred. Your hazy eyes watched as he stroked it in lazy circles.

The violent howling winter winds mixed with your gratifying sighs filled his ears. it was hard as a rock against his finger. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the erect flesh. “Oh~” he sucked it with a wet pop before pulling back and spreading its wetness around his fingertip. He leaned over again and started flicking it with his crafty tongue, earning a quivering sigh from you as his bangs brushes your skin.

He expertly lifted his head up and kissed your lips before muttering, “come here.”

Without hesitation, the sheets shifted below your feet as you turned to face him and he laid down on his back. The bed groaned as he helped you shift your body on-top of his, straddling him under the duvet. His legs spread out a bit to feel your warmth above his cock. You felt his bulge poking through his boxers. Your fingers lifted the straps off your shoulders and your gown puddled your hips. His sharp eyes glowered as he stared at your big nipples. Always hard and suck-able. They felt cold in the air since the heater had been off for a few minutes. His fingers slithered up to your back, encouraging you to lean forward. “Mm.” You rubbed them across his chest slowly, making your pussy flutter. “Hmph.” He huffed as he watched your task, getting goosebumps every time your nipples brushed his own. “Mm.” You hummed softly as your soft lips wrapped around his and kissed him.

Slow and soft kisses echoed in the air in the dim winter morning. The skies were getting a bit brighter, piercing through the curtains as the two of you wallowed in each other’s warmth. His head was gently pressed in the pillow as he matched your languid pace. The bustling winds whistled through the sky - ringing yours and his ears while both lips smacked against each other softly. He hooked his fingers to the back of your thighs and pulled them up more to relish your sweet warmth. “M-mm.” You shivered when his calloused hands began stroking the back of your legs, steadily. “U-unh~” you shivered again, your pussy fluttering and your toes spreading out from the prickly sensations. Your trembling lips enveloped his again as he did, your pussy sadly clenching on nothing before he kneaded them.

His warm exhales flared through his nose, brushing your face while you kissed him softly. “Mm…!” You quivered, furrowing your brows as you focused on his soft fingers treading up to your soft round ass cheeks dangerously slow. “Mmm~” his fingers strokes the curves of your ass as he enveloped your trembling lips effortlessly. “Ha…ha…” you broke the kiss, gasping softly from tender touches. You threw your head back, shivering every time he teased you by prods your wet entrance almost playfully before switching to grabbing both cheeks just to stir you up more. “A-ah~” his fingertips brushed your folds, quickly switching between grabbing your ass gently and stroking your pussy teasingly - back to back.

So wet…he thought, feeling your oozing warmth cover his fingers every time he lightly thrummed your flesh.

Just one more swipe and you knew you were going to cum…

However…

His warm calloused hands slid up to your waist and pulled you down to his hips. “Ugh…” you shivered when you felt you his girth get sandwiched between your plump pussy. the sheets shifted around you as you were getting comfortable in this position. His firm grip resting on your hips as you seated yourself more properly on it, resulting in making your clit throb against the hidden warm source. “Good girl.” He muttered and slid his feet up, grounding himself to feel more of your sweet warmth. “M-mrrm~” you purred when he began rolling his hips up to your heat slowly. “Unh~” you sighed softly, gently bucking your ass down to his girth in the same rhythm. “Mmmm~”A low throaty moan from him made your pulsate. “Such a warm pussy, baby.” He whispered gravelly while he thrusted lazily. Your cheeks started to feel hotter as his praises came out like growls, sending you butterflies in your stomach. “Unh~” you breathed out, humping it steadily each time he rolled his hips up. “That’s it..”His crafty fingers slid up your waist to cup your soft tits. He looked down at his task, the murky room helping him see your puffy pussy lodging his cock.

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5 AM

“Ahhh…” he sighed, followed by a low hiss.

*smack* he slapped your ass gently.

“Uuugh…” he pushed his head back into the pillow as his body bounced from the bed steadily.

The cold winter winds whistled all around the house while The bed springs squeaked steadily from his meek thrusts - poking your needy pussy. “Fffuck…” he whispered venomously, eyeing your pussy as he listened the filthy squelching sounds coming from in between your legs. “Mmm…” The sounds of his satisfying hums mixed with the steady squeaky surface filled your ears.

*Creak*

*Creak*

*Creak*

“Ah~” Your plump tits were bouncing in his peripheral. “Unh~” you sighed softly, pulsating as his warm, hidden cock rutted up to your wet pussy.

“Mm~.” You arched your back deeply from a particular thrust and leaned down slowly to kiss him. Your lips smacked against his lovingly, ringing in the dim lit room as he humped you gently. “M-mm~.” The smooches were so clear as he anchored you in his calloused hands, warm and firm while your body was jiggling to his gentle thrusts. Eventually, you leaned back. Your cheeks were starting to feel hot as you listened to your sloppy arousal slapping on his underwear, making you feel more putty in your legs. “Mm~” your trembling lips pulled in, pulsating from the feathery sensations. You couldn’t see it but grimmjow stared hard at the thick strings of your arousal slobbering the fabric, soaking his aching cock every time you met his thrusts. It felt so lewd when you smothered your throbbing pussy on your own mess.

The two of you were on cloud nine.

“U-uh~” your eyes didn’t miss it when his hand shift in between your legs and quickly pull his cock out. He wrapped his fingers around the thick length and rested it against your warm puffy pussy. “Rub on it.” He muttered half sternly, feeling how warm your flesh felt against the aching head.

Slowly, you began to circling your hips, spreading your plush petals out as the tip seamlessly founded its way in between your puffy folds. “Unh~” your hips twirled around the tip lightly, smothering it with your glistening prurience. “That’s it…” He whispered and sighed, looking up at you as his hands slid back up to your waist. “Ahh…” his eyes rolled back several times as you did. He looked half drunk. “Yeah…” his chest heaved from your sweet warmth. “Ugh..” A warm knot was beginning to form in his stomach. “A-ah…” you shivered at another gratifying moan, circling your pussy around the head as his fingers gripped your hips deeply. “So fucking warm.” He gritted his teeth, revealing his sharp canines. “Mm~” he emphasized when he started rolling his hips up languidly. “Unh~”. A soft sigh left your trembling lips as the tip bumped your pulsating clit. It felt so warm and wet against your slit. Ultimately making you clench on nothing, painfully.

His whispers of sweet nothings filled the air as the cold winter winds around the neighborhood.

“So…” he glared at you, he grounded his hips for more of that sweet sweet friction. Your dainty fingers suddenly gripped the sheet on either side of his head as you humped it greedily, making your pussy clench excitedly. “yeah…like that…rub it on my cock.” his mouth widened slightly, pressing his digits into your skin as it had gotten too good. “Ugh…ssss.”He pushed his feet in and breathed out heavily, feeling you slobber the tip thickly as his body bounced slightly on the bed. “Yeah…YEAH! ” he growled half loudly, grounding his hips in the bed from the perfect amount of frictions. The glazing tip felt like a sloppy lollipop. “Mmm~” He licked his lips and rubbed the tip against your entrance greedily, earning a whimper from you. “You want this, baby?” He whispered hotly, grinning heinously. You nodded shyly and listened to his drawled sigh as you slowly sunk on his thick length. “Hehe…” he watched his cock disappear. “ So warm all around me, baby.” His abs pushed in deeply from how tight you feel. Soon after, his sharp blue eyes flickered up to yours violently and he started slamming his hips up feverishly. “U-ugh!” You cried out messily, gripping the sheets for balance.

The rough skins slapping rang rapidly in the air as the bed creaked beneath him. “Unh! U-ugh!” You gasped, trying hard not to be loud at his pace as you held on for dear life. Your low choked up cries and messy breathing encouraged him to go faster. “G-grim..!” His fingers were deep in your skin. You were a complete jiggling mess. “M-mm-mm!” You moaned messily as the mattress squeaked incessantly. He shoved his cock in just the way you like it. Greedy. You felt so warm in between your legs; you didn’t realize you were leaking so much of your arousal onto him as he rutted into your sobbing cunt - Drizzling down his sack.

He felt so so good.

The wet sloppy become sounds clear. “Ugh..!” He groaned shakily, relishing the perfect frictions as his thighs slapped against the back of yours - wet and hard.

“Ssss...ahhhhh…” he sighed hotly in the murky room, heeding your sloppy pussy as he thrusted roughly. “Ah-ahhh~” you sighed shakily, your pussy feeling stretched and filled so well rapidly.

“That’s it …take it.” He panted in a whisper as he anchored you by your hips.

Yours and his silhouettes blended in the early morning darkness; the early signs of morning peaking through the curtains. If he goes on like this for another two minutes, you were going to cum. A messy one.

Suddenly, he stopped. Your glassy eyes looked at him, slightly pouting. You whined lowly.

“Grim-“

“Get on your knees.” He interrupted.

The sheets shifted under yours and his feet. Your gown met the floor along with his boxers. Your breasts met the warm sheets thanks to his body heat. You stared down at the messy sheets, your arms standing like pillars as the male shifted behind you. His calloused fingers slid down your hips and pulled you back slightly. “Unh~” your head lifted up when he started rubbing the tip up and down in between your folds. “U-Unh~” you shivered, spreading your knees out a bit more, digging them into the bed from the sensations. “Ugh…” he groaned, relishing the way the tip was grazing your warm entrance. You were clenching for him to fill you up already. “Unh…” he sighed, throwing his head back as he slowly pushed into you. Your fingers curled into the blanket from the familiar stretch, giving you butterflies in your tummy. “Mmm~” he hummed and started bucking his hips slowly.

He rocked his hips slowly, weakening your legs in seconds.

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*Clap..clap…clap..!*

His hips slapped against your ass steadily. “Unh~” Your quivering form felt so putty as he bucked his hips against you your ass, forming a coiling knot in your tummy. “M-mm~” You reveled in his firm hands gripping your hips pulling you back. “Ahhh…fuck.” You shivered at his breathless moans, making you wetter. “Ahhh…ssss...” His head fell back from the sweet friction.

Your mind was hazy, bobbing messily to his controlled thrusts “Unh~” you pussy pulsated his thrusts, constantly poking your g-spot without fail. “Mm.” You managed to look back at his pelvis, deep lines complimenting his rutting hips. “Ah~” you arched your back and threw your ass back at him expertly. “Ah~” you sighed softly again, savoring the veins around his thick shaft stroking deeply into your gummy walls - every. single. time. “Hehehe…” he looked down, watching your jiggling ass slapping against his hips tenderly.“That’s it throw it back to me..nice and slow baby.” He whispered following a moan as he shoved it in with some force every time you did.

*smack!*

“Unh~” your walls trembled from the contact, earning a shaky groan from the blue haired male. Your cheeks grew hotter hearing those breathless moans. “Mmm~” he hummed, looking down and smirking, reluctantly stopping his hips. He pressed his hand down to your back, making your tits touch the soft sheets. “Mm.” You whined against the pillow when as he leaned forward, applying some of his weight onto your lower back. “There…Good.” He sneered at you like you were in bitch in heat. Respectfully.

Your soft pants filled his mind, anticipating his next move as he slowly thrusted in and out of your core. Before you knew it, he began slamming into you quickly. “M-mm!” You groaned heavily, pressing the side of your face pressed into the pillow. “A-ahhh.” He sighed heavily, your fingers gripping the sheets roughly for some control. “Ssss! Agh fuck!” He whispered thickly, ramming his hips roughly against your own.

The bed shook violently as he thrusted greedily into your tight pussy.

His hot breathed brushed your glistening back as you were rocking in the bed messily. “U-Unh!” Your quivering breaths came out messily as you savored his deep controlled thrusts stroking you so well. “Unh~!” He pressed his hand down more on your back, pushing your aching knees into the bed deeply for a much deeper arch. “Ugh!” He couldn’t help it - your pussy felt so fucking good.

Tight, warm and quivering. Just how he likes it.

“Ahh. Fuck.” He breathed out heavily, watching his bucking hips with full attention. “Mmm~” he hummed, quickly switching to resting his hands on either side of your head like pillars.

*Clap!clap!Clap! Clap!* He increased his pace.

“Ahhhhh~” You were a quivering mess below him, sighing so gratifyingly against the pillow whilst drooling. “Oh gri-m-myy~” your back and knees were aching painfully but it quickly subsided everytime he slid it back inside, clouding your thoughts. “Ahhhh~” you let out another pleasing sigh as your head bobbed on the pillow rapidly. “Heh.” He smirked heinously at your mouth wide open, your drawled sighs filling his mind, encouraging him to go harder. “U-ugh!” Your brows deepened, your mouth widening on his pillow when you started to feel sharp prickles in your pussy. “Unh! Mm!” a violent shiver shocked your body, resulting in your pussy to convulse erratically.

He grinned, lowering his chest on your back. “Thaaats it, baby.” He whispered in your ear. A-aghh…” you groaned weakly as you squirted your fluids while he thrusted. “Unh Yeah…”He closed his eyes, reveling in your sweet orgasm putting a vice grip around his cock. “Ahh…”He almost felt light as a feather from your tight grip, squirting while he still thrusted roughly into you. “Ahhh…ssss.” He moaned close to your ear as he kept going, poking your g-spot. “M-mm..!” You twitched and squirted on the sheets again.

The wet skins slapping were distinct, mixed with the bed creaking beneath your form. He leaned back, quietly staring at your jiggling ass as he starts to slow down a bit.

The steady slapping sounds were testing his patience while you called out for weakly. He wanted to be rougher with you…much longer like he usually does, which the two of you normally prefer, but he was only being mindful of his…surroundings.

He leaned on your back again, switching to rolling his hips down dangerously slow. “Oh god~grim~” a warm knot formed in your tummy. “Agh~” He knows you so well. He knows how body surrenders to him. “Mmm~” he hummed lowly, resting his lips on your temple while he rolls his hips down slowly, slapping your ass gently. “O-oh.” You croaked, gasping lovingly at each long stroke. The shape of his curved cock just sliding in and out your sobbing flesh at a good angle, your weak hips lifted up to follow his lazy strokes. “Hmph. That’s it.” He clicked his tongue lightly next to your ear, sliding his hands down to your waist as hips moved like waves. “Mm.” His lips met yours, gently smacking as he pulled your ass back to his length steadily and thrusted long and deeply. “Ah~” Your neck was aching as he kissed you, whilst fucking you lazily. “M-mmm~” his hand slid down to rubbed your clit, clenching him as a reward.

“Mm~. “ Thick passionate kisses rang between you two. “Hmph.” He quickly broke the kiss, stretching his and your saliva out and quickly started slapping his hips down your ass. Your face scrunched up in satisfaction. “Oh fuck..!” You gasped, the bed squeaking to his thrusts. He stared down at you as he fucked you feverishly, gripping the sheets on either side of your head. “Agh! Shit.” He spat out thickly and gripped your thighs for control. “G-grim~!” You gripped the pillow roughly for dear life when he thrusted feverishly. Your sore pussy craved more of his greedy cock. “Ah fuck yeah.” He breathed out, bucking roughly into your warmth.

“A-ahhhh….”

“O-ooo yeah~”

“Grim~!”

Your quivering sighs of relief filled the air as he pounded in you unashamedly. The sheets were soaked with your fluids as more and more rushed out. “U-ugh…sss..ugh…

!” he groaned, heeding the thick wet sounds of your pussy as he reaches his high. “Ha…ha..ha!” His mouth widens, gasping heavily when he’s about to cum. “Uh! Uuuugh” he pressed his hips to your ass, shooting his cum inside of you. “Unh~!” You shivered, your hole fluttering from the sensation as he paints your walls white.

“Shit.” He panted heavily, sliding out of your creamy pussy. “U-ugh.” He watched as he slid back in and shivered. “Mm.” Your arm reach to his glistening abs as he cools down, caressing it. “Mm~” you hummed again gently rocking to his lazy thrusts. “Fuck.” He muttered, watching you fondle his and as he did, making you giggle softly. “You okay baby?” You smiled weakly at him, his sharp eyes meeting yours.

“Oi. Ask me that one more time and you won’t be able to walk for the next few days.” He threatened but there was no sting behind it. “Okay~” You giggled at his retort and fell on your back weakly. His eyes glowered in response.

“Wha-!”

He quickly pulled you down to his hips close and caged you in with his arms on either side of your head, only seeing him. " I mean it." his brows furrowed in annoyance. “And I love you too” you smiled, cupping his cheek. “Tch.” He leaned down and kissed you.

Your silhouettes were clear as day as the morning winter sky light pierced the curtains.

“Unh~” he rubbed you slit while you circled your hips. “Fuck.” you cupped his face, humping the digit steadily. “U-ugh..!” You cried out, squirting on his fingers, earning a chuckle from him. “Unh~mmm~” Your lips gently smacked his own, circling your hips again for more. “H-ha..!” You quickly broke the soft kiss and breathed out heavily, feeling a rush of relief coming fast. “O-o-oh!” You were pulsating uncontrollably as he fondled your clit. “Unh!” You rocked your hips side to side and all around until you cummed, grabbing his wrist to stop. “Ah…gri-“

Beep beep! beep beep! Beep beep!

Your alarm started going off. “Tch. Stupid fucking Clock.” He reached out to your side of the bed to turn it off. “Oh.” You blinked, blushing as you watched him.

It was 7am and you had to get your son, Aoi, ready for school.

“Mm.” You got up but your sore muscles said otherwise.

“I’ll take care of it. Go to sleep.” He mumbled, kissing your forehead.

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7:45 AM

“Alright, go say bye to your mom.” He told the tiny blue haired boy after he zipped up his winter puffer jacket. The energetic toddler ran down the hallway to your shared bedroom. On his tippy toes, he turned the knob and opened the door. There, he saw you lying in bed. His scurried footsteps peaked your ears, waking you up and then meeting him at the side of your bed. “Hi mommy ~ Bye mommy~teehee” He whispered and leaned over to plant a light kiss on your forehead. You smiled and rested on your elbow to adjust his jacket collar. “Bye cutie pie~ Have fun in school today, ok?” He nodded and you kissed his forehead shortly after.

“Alright let’s go, Kid.” A little growl came from the tall male standing impatiently in the doorway. “Is mommy also gonna pick me up from school today?” He walked to his father, his round eyes looking at him innocently.

“No.” His eyes flickered up to you. “She won’t be able to, kid.” His lips formed a devious smirk. “There’s something I gotta do when I come back…a bit more rougher this time.”

“Grim!”

He slammed the bedroom door shut.

End.