Joelle Joestar

⭑ 23 She/Her | Queer 🏳️‍🌈 | yumejo Bleach, JJK, MHA, JJBA, etc | ⚠️NS yume Lille, Szayel, Ginjo & Tenjiro | SEMI NS Yhwach | OK!Sharing Candice⚠️ ⭑

[joellejoestars]

˗ˋˏ jOCtime 🥀 ˎˊ˗ So basically the meaning behind this art is that Anneliese's mouth is being covered bc of her secret "relationship" w Yhwach all these decades… at the same time he put his hand over her left eyes shows her 'blind devotion' towards His Majesty as u can see her other eyes is in tears, its a hidden symbolism.

(fun fact: it's Yhwach's hand btw…)

| © Rany on FB |

[joellejoestars]

"the cut that always bleed"

He was never a man torn from faith,

He was a man consumed by it.

[joellejoestars]

*insert caption* “I know it’s hard to focus when the view is this... divine.” 👀

(bringing back this meme ig lol 💀)

[dollforafe]

need that inhumanely

[cupidstrace]

Pervy Best Friend!Satoru x Reader

A/N: happy birthday to us TEEHEE 🤭 also if this looks familiar its bc i recycled lines from something i shared and then never continued writing so just ignore that iykyk....

Thinking about Best Friend!Satoru x Reader..

Best Friend!Satoru who you’ve known since diapers. Whose baby photos are so intertwined with yours that your parents have to squint to remember which toddler was the menace that bit the neighbor’s kid (he insists it was you – it was most certainly not).

Best Friend!Satoru who grows into himself obnoxiously fast. Limbs too long and voice too loud and smile too sharp, looking at you like nothing has changed. Like you’re still the girl two inches taller who used to steal his snacks at recess and boss him around with a gap for two front teeth.

Best Friend!Satoru who grimaces when Suguru asks if you’re dating. Makes a whole show of gagging, dramatically collapsing onto the nearest surface like the idea alone has physically wounded him. “Me? With that hag? If I was attracted to her, I’d cut off my left ball–”

Your brow twitches, and you stomp on his foot. Hard. “Fuck you. Suguru, if I was attracted to him, I’d go bald.”

“Fine, fuck! Both balls then.”

Best Friend!Satoru who just doesn’t see the appeal. When guys go to him asking for advice – what you like, how to impress you – he shrugs them off with a languid flick of the wrist. “Dunno, man. Ask her. She bites.”

(he chooses to ignore the way something curdles in his stomach every time some hopeful idiot says he wants to “shoot his shot.”)

Best Friend!Satoru who claims he’s just being logical. Practical. Helpful, surely. But he always fucks it up somehow.

“No, don’t take her out there. She’s scared of truffles.”

“Sorry?”

“Yeah. Reminds her too much of her feet, I guess.”

“Oh.”

Best Friend!Satoru who acts horribly offended when you confront him the next day. You’re sitting cross-legged on his bed as he games with Suguru on call, your arms folded across your body and voice shrill. “What the fuck happened yesterday, Satoru?”

“Why’re you asking me? I don’t keep track of your love life.”

“You ruined my date.”

“You lie.”

“You told him I had foot fungus.”

Satoru pauses the game. Turns. Glances down at your socks, then back up at you with a scrunch of his nose.

“He looked like the kind of guy who sucked toes, so I had to warn him.”

“I don’t have foot fungus, Satoru.”

“You could. Someday.”

Best Friend!Satoru who tells himself he’s the same old him. You’re the same old you. Except he keeps catching himself staring at your mouth when you talk and your throat when you swallow and your pretty eyes and your pretty smile and your pretty tits (fuck, when did you get those?).

Like, objectively, they’ve always been there.

But now they’re just.. there.

Sitting on your chest like a fucking invitation.

Best Friend!Satoru who finds himself wondering how soft they’d feel, how your nipples would look hard and wet from his tongue. How your neck would look with his marks painting your skin.

Then he blinks, realizes he’s half-hard in his sweats, and immediately starts complaining about being hungry again to distract everyone (mostly himself, and god, he’s hungry for so much more).

Best Friend!Satoru who – when you crash at his place after movie night and fall asleep on his couch with one leg thrown over the backrest and your shirt riding up so high he can see the little dimple where ass meets thigh – has to take the longest, coldest shower of his life.

Best Friend!Satoru who jerks off so hard he sees stars, biting down on his bottom lip so you don’t hear the way he whimpers your name like a pervert.

Fuck.

You.

He cums embarrassingly fast when he remembers you’re in the next room over. Spilling hot into his hand, groaning at the sheer amount. He then emerges half an hour later like nothing happened and tosses a blanket over you while muttering “slutty sleeping positions, jeez” under his breath.

Best Friend!Satoru who keeps telling Suguru “no, dude, she’s not my type”. To which Suguru raises a brow – because he sees the way Satoru smiles when you laugh.

He hums. Watches Satoru stare at you for a full ninety seconds longer – then raises his brow higher.

"Your balls are on the line, Satoru."

"Fuck."

Best Friend!Satoru who knows that you know that he likes your tits. Nothing really ever gets past either of you when it comes to each other. You call him a boob-obsessed pervert. He doesn’t argue, for once – because there’s nothing false about that statement.

Best Friend!Satoru who ends up drunk at your place one night. His head’s in your lap and you’re playing with his hair and his filter just.. evaporates, because he’s in your bed, and god, you’re pretty, and your tits are staring right at him, and fuck, he likes your tits, and he likes you.

“If I motorboated you right now, would you kick me out or moan?”

“Excuse me?”

He repeats the question, and you stare at him before laughing. So hard you snort, which makes him groan and hide his face between your thighs (out of embarrassment, and not for any other reason. no, no alternative motives at all).

“What would you even do if you saw bare boobs, Satoru?”

He gives you an incredulous look. Like it’s obvious.

“Uh.. duh. Squeeze ‘em. Bounce ‘em. Stick my face between ‘em and go brrr.”

He pauses. Looks at you as if waiting for approval. Then raises a hand and makes a little grabby motion mid-air.

“Honk honk.”

You blink, slow.

And maybe because you’re tipsy, maybe because his cheesy grin makes your stomach flutter, maybe because of some dumb concoction of the two – you tug your shirt up. Letting your tits spill free. “Okay.”

And for once in his life, Gojo Satoru is speechless.

No way.

There’s no way you– you, his dumb, stupid, gorgeous, absolutely-nothing-more-than-friends best friend – are in front of him right now. With your tits out. He’s gotta be delusional. Maybe this is one of those dreams he gets where you lean forward and kiss him and he wakes up with a wet spot in his boxers and the afterglow ringing in his ears.

Your shirt’s bunched just beneath your collarbones, tits sitting pretty like it’s nothing. And you’re perfect, just like you always are, and they’re perfect, just like he thought they’d be, and a flush is spreading across his face, and his dick is twitching so hard it hurts.

“Satoru.”

“Mm..?”

“You’re staring.”

“Whoops.”

You raise a brow. “You begged to motorboat me. So do it, loser.”

He answers with a wrecked noise wrangled from the throat – half-laugh, half-groan. Ridiculously long fingers landing on your bare waist as he surges up.

“Fuck,” he whispers. Mouth dry, hands clammy, eyes blown wide as his gaze snaps from your face to your tits to your face to your tits and then all the way down to your sleep shorts before back up. “You’re serious? You’re letting me–?”

“You’ve got about ten seconds before I change my mind, Satoru.”

And oh, that does it.

Best Friend!Satoru who lunges.

Zero hesitation and zero finesse and pure, greedy desperation. His face buries itself between your breasts with a muffled, ridiculous brrrrrrr that vibrates straight through your skin. Nose dragging along the inner curve of one, lips brushing the other, cheeks hollowing as he shakes his head side to side like he’s trying to drown himself in your cleavage. The vibration makes you squeak, before the sound dissolves into breathless laughter.

“You absolute fucking dork–”

He pulls back just far enough for you to see his face – flushed crimson from the tips of his ears to the hollow of his throat, tongue darting out to lick his lips. Lashes fluttering as he stares up at you in open awe.

“They’re perfect,” he whispers, voice cracking, “so fucking soft, holy shit– fuuuck, I might die. Am I dead? Oh, if I am, I’m so, so happy about it.”

Then he dives back in.

His lips are soft and his mouth is hot and he’s relentless – tongue laving open-mouthed kisses over every inch of skin, swirling slow, filthy circles around one nipple until it stiffens into a tight, aching peak. When he closes his lips and sucks – hard – your back arches off the bed. Fingers twisting viciously in his hair.

He groans at the pull, hips jerking forward. Grinding against the sheets.

“Look at these,” he murmurs, hoarse. Hands sliding up to cup your breasts, long fingers splaying wide as his thumbs brush over your split-slick nipples. “Been thinking ‘bout them for years, y’know? Every time you wore those stupid tops and leaned over to steal my fries and hugged me and they pressed against my body– shiiiiit, had to count backwards from a hundred. Didn’t wanna pop a boner in public like a perv.”

And oh, you see it. His hard-on, all warm and thick and pulsing with every heartbeat.

He’s so hard it has to hurt.

“Perv.”

He freezes. A full-body shudder rips through him.

“Don’t,” Satoru whispers. “Don’t– hah– or I’ll cum in my pants right now. I’m not joking.”

You giggle. Fingers running through his hair, cradling his head to your chest.

“Peeeeervert.”

“You’re evil,” he whispers, nuzzling closer. “You’ve always been evil. I hate you so much.”

“You’re literally suffocating yourself between my tits right now.”

“I take it all back. I love you. Never change. Marry me. Have my babies. Name them all after me–”

Best Friend!Satoru who thinks that taking off clothes is suuuuch an inconvenience. He does it because he has to, but really – you’re best friends. You shouldn’t need to wear clothes around each other. If you’re naked in his room all the damn time, then hey, that’s just what best friends are for. And honestly, while he’s at it, what’s a little cock, too? What are best friends for if not fucking?

Best Friend!Satoru who’s on his knees between your thighs before you can even catch your breath, long fingers spreading you wide, eyes glittering in the low light.

“Fuck, look at you,” he breathes. Voice wrecked, thumb sliding through your slick folds just to watch you twitch. “Soaked, huh? Hiii, pretty girl. I know. ‘Toru’s here, baby.”

You barely manage a snarky shut up before he spits – deliberate, filthy – right on your clit. Watches it drip slow and nasty down to your entrance, then drags two long fingers through the mess, mixing it all together before pushing inside without warning.

The stretch makes you gasp – and then he curls his fingers just right, and you swear you see stars.

Best Friend!Satoru who lets out a murmured “attagirl” while he pumps his fingers into your pussy. You’re unsure as to whether he’s speaking to you or your cunt – scissoring you open as his tongue flicks out to swirl ‘round your clit.

“Open up f’me. Been dreaming ‘bout this pussy, y’know? Used to jerk off in the shower imagining your taste and then– fuuuck, yeah, post-nut clarity would hit so fucking hard. Felt like shit. This feels like heaven.”

Best Friend!Satoru who seals his mouth over your clit and sucks. The way he sucked on your nipples earlier, only harder, and filthier. Tongue flicking fast and then slow and then spelling his own name out against your cunt because of course he does.

“Satoru– fuck! Slow down–”

Best Friend!Satoru who does not slow down. Instead, he pulls off just long enough to grin up at you, lips shiny, chin dripping – “No.”

Then he’s hauling you up by the thighs, lying back against the sheets and dragging you over his face.

“Sit,” he grins. “Sit. Want your thighs around my head when I make you cum.”

Best Friend!Satoru who frowns when you hover just above. Who yanks you down until you’re smothering him, nose buried against your clit, tongue swirling inside you alongside two of his fingers, knuckle-deep. He’s moaning like he’s the one getting eaten, hips grinding uselessly against the air, a pretty bead of pre-cum dribbling down his cock.

And every time you try to lift up to give him air, he pulls you back down harder.

“No, no, use me, baby. Use me. Ride my face. Want you to drown me.”

Your thighs shake.

You’re close, so close, grinding down shamelessly now, chasing it – and he knows. He always knows. Just like he knows the sky is blue and the grass is green and he loves his best friend’s pussy so, so much.

Best Friend!Satoru who sucks your clit into his mouth one last time. Crooks his fingers just right. And then you’re crashing into your high, cumming with his name all sweet on your tongue, gushing while he drinks you down like he needs your arousal to stay alive.

Best Friend!Satoru who doesn’t stop until you’re trembling, oversensitive, trying to squirm away – and only then does he let you collapse beside him. He’s panting, face flushed a cherry pink, lips swollen and glossy with you. Sprawled on his back with an arm flung over his eyes, both of your chests heaving in sync.

You nudge his ribs. “You good, weirdo?”

He doesn’t move his arm. Just lets out the most pathetic little whine you’ve ever heard in your life, then curls into a ball.

“..I came.”

.

You prop yourself up on one elbow, peering down at him. “Wait. Like.. just now? Untouched?”

He peeks from under his forearm, mortified. “Don’t laugh. I’ll actually cry.”

You bite your lip so hard it hurts. Shoulders shaking. And he groans, rolling facedown into the pillows.

“I hate you– shit, sorry, not you.. I hate my dick. Why’s it so loyal to you?–”

You poke the small of his back. “Satoru.”

“–betraying me all the time–”

“Satoru.”

He turns his head just enough to halfheartedly glare at you, cheeks flushed. “Yes?”

“Wanna fuck me?”

His whole body jolts up – dick included. The arm flies off his face so fast it’s comical.

“Hell yeah.”

Best Friend!Satoru who lines himself up with trembling hands. Rubbing the fat head of his cock between your slick folds once, twice, swiping up and coating himself in the mess he’s made of you. And he’s big – bigger than you expected – filling you up with a burningly good stretch. He bottoms out with a groan – long and low and wrecked. Forehead dropping to yours.

“Fuck. Fuuuuuck. Holy shit, you’re tight, baby.”

“Shush.”

He blinks. Pulls back. His eyes dart over your face – embarrassed, like the clarity of the situation is finally hitting him full blast. And he pauses, quiet.

“Sorry.”

“S’okay, ‘Toru. Just give me a sec.”

“Okay. Okay, yeah– are you okay?”

You nod, slow. Silence fills the room.

And then his dick twitches, and the both of you burst out into laughter.

It’s awkward. In that best-friends-really-shouldn’t-be-having-sex way.

But that’s what makes it fun, no?

And god, Satoru thinks he loves you.

He likes when you smile. He likes when you say his name. You’re really fucking pretty all the fucking time and even more so when you’re giggling – something in the frequency of your laugh making his brain short circuit to a pleasant buzz. And when you give him the green light, the buzz spreads all the way down into his chest, into some funny fuzzy feeling that makes his stomach do flips.

Best Friend!Satoru who fucks you like he’s trying to crawl inside your skin and live there forever. Slow, reverent, hips rolling deep and deliberate like he’s trying to mold your walls into the shape of his cock with every inch. His forehead stays pressed to yours, breath hitching every time he bottoms out, those ridiculously blue eyes all wide and adoring and completely fucking gone.

“Shit.. shit, you feel–” he cuts himself off with a shuddering groan, pulling out slow just to watch the way your pussy clenches around nothing, desperate to drag him back in. “You’re sucking me in, baby. Greedy little thing.”

Best Friend!Satoru who can’t decide where to put his hands. They’re everywhere, frantic, like he’s scared you’ll vanish if he stops touching. Gentle against your tits, sliding down to frame your hips, then up again to cradle your face while he kisses you all sloppy and open-mouthed, tongue swirling with yours like he’s starving.

And then his eyes flutter open, and he murmurs soft against your mouth – “the clitoris.”

“What?”

He smiles bright, hand drifting down to thumb at your puffy clit. Grinning wider when your head falls back against the pillow and your toes curl and you squeal his name.

“The clitoris.”

Best Friend!Satoru who loses the plot completely when you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. The rhythm stutters, turning all messy and desperate, and he pants into your neck, hips snapping hard enough that the headboard smacks the wall with a steady thump-thump. But his hand cradles your head gentle, the other supporting your waist. So, so careful.

“Wait– fu– fuuuckk, m’not gonna last if you keep–”

He chokes on the words when you clench deliberately around him, walls milking his cock.

“Shit, cumming, baby–”

Best Friend!Satoru who tries to pull out. Because he’s a gentleman (allegedly). But you lock your ankles behind his back and your arms wrap around his shoulders as you hold him tight to your body, murmuring a quiet “inside. on the pill” – and he’s gone. Eyes rolling back so hard you’re worried for a second, before he slams back inside with a guttural sound. Hips grinding deep as he spills all hot inside you.

He cums forever. Like, literally. Forever. You didn’t know a guy could cum this much. Pulse after pulse, hips jerking helplessly, face buried in the crook of your neck as he whimpers, muffled against your skin. “Fuck, fuck, take it– take it, baby, shiiiit–”

Best Friend!Satoru who stays buried inside you the whole time. Cock still half-hard and twitching every few seconds like it’s raring to go. Trembling, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, peppering gentle kisses along your collarbone as the silence spills soft between the two of you.

And then he pulls out, slow. Watches his cum drip out of you with a loving sigh. Proceeds to coop it all up with two fingers and push it back in, smiling when your walls flutter weakly around his knuckles.

“Mine,” he whispers. Rolling your clit beneath the pad of his thumb almost absentmindedly. “All mine.”

Then he flops on top of you like an overgrown cat, face smushing between your tits, arms wrapped tight around your waist.

Best Friend!Satoru who, five minutes later, is hard again. Nudging your thigh with his dick like a golden retriever ready to play.

“Round two?”

You flick his forehead. “You just came inside me like a broken hose, Satoru. Give me five minutes.”

He pouts. Then brightens.

“Cool, I’ll use the five minutes to motorboat you again.”

“Satoru–”

“Brrrrrrbrrbprbrpbrrrrrr.”

Best Friend!Satoru who swears he’s not perving. Surely not.

Best Friend!Satoru who absolutely is.

But he’s doing it respectfully!

Quietly.

Desperately.

In the stupid way stupid guys do when they fall in love with their stupid childhood best friend.

(Satoru is NOT cutting off his balls for this.)

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[uhnosav]

sigh im stealing your thing my love and saying holy fuck knuckles 😼🤭

[satsugacafe]

𝐘𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: (1) Can you please write sfw and nsfw headcanons for jugram, yhwach (separately) x fem reader? Thanks ❤️❤️ (2) Hello, how are you? Can I request headcanons (sfw and nsfw) for yhwach? reader being your wife?Thank you so much - @akira-yoshida

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I felt like I took too long to answer this due to the length of time it has been sitting in my asks. Apologies.

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: (18+) content, GN!reader in SFW section, fem!reader in NSFW section, breeding, some talks about impregnating, asphyxiation, spanking, rough sex, dom!Yhwach, sub!reader, fingering, power dynamics, possessiveness

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

「 ❤︎ SFW Headcanons ❤︎ 」

˚₊‧꒰ა This man falling in love with you was not on his list of things to conquer in the upcoming thousands of years, but when he did fall in love, he added you to his list. To him, loving you was never a fleeting moment sort of attraction, it was like any other challenge he faced—something he must overcome.

˚₊‧꒰ა When it comes to Yhwach having you at his side, he ensures that you, most of all, understand the status you hold and how to properly command it. Use it to your benefit and never submit in fear. He wants you to understand that you are his equal—a title he doesn’t take lightly—and demonstrate this to his followers. “You must know your worth when you stand at my side,” he’ll whisper to you.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Do not forget who you are,” he once told you after someone had the audacity to question your position. “And do not allow others to forget, either.” There was no room for doubt—you were his equal, his other half.

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, any romantic gesture from this man is never done lightly, even if it were to be executed in public, before his followers—they know better than to comment. His voice is an octave softer, such as his eyes, but his arms around your waist are anything but gentle, more firm with possessiveness.

˚₊‧꒰ა His jealousy is barely there. At the same time, he doesn’t want to appear overprotective and the annoying type of lover who watches your every move. There is a level of trust he bestows upon you, so don’t break it. But he can’t help but feel irritated whenever a lower-rank officer stands too close, breathes in your direction, makes you laugh and smile a bit too much, or addresses you without your titles.

˚₊‧꒰ა He wants his empire to see and know, not by only mere whispers, that he has chosen someone to stand at his side in the new world. His kisses and touches are possessive, but not the frightening kind. The ones that are domineering, wanting you to understand that he is yours, and you are his.

˚₊‧꒰ა His decision to be with you was not something to be viewed lightly. He meant to be with you to the very end of all time. There was no backing out or breaking up. It was until death do you part. That’s how he viewed his relationship with you. Whether you married him or not.

˚₊‧꒰ა Marriage to him wasn’t anything of great importance. Everyone already knew you belonged to him, so there wasn’t a need to question whether or not you were his. You. Were. His. However, should you request a wedding because you wanted the experience, it would be quite regal.

˚₊‧꒰ა Banners everywhere, the entire guards in their royal attire, assembled to witness their Empire tie himself to his partner. He will, for once, forgo the tattered cloak, as he waits for you at the altar to speak your vows and exchange rings. Might forgo rings and use the Quincy Cross instead.

˚₊‧꒰ა One minute you’re talking to the officer and the next, the poor Soldat is on their knees, grovelling, under the weight of Yhwach’s reiatsu. He’ll stand at the other end of the room or sit on his throne with a smug expression as he regards the insolent fool who thought for a second that they had a chance. You’re lucky if he doesn’t kill them right before your eyes in a blur.

˚₊‧꒰ა He probably has done so a few times when he was already in a terrible mood and saw some lowly, insolent fool trying their hand. Gone in an instant, while you’re left standing there, horrified, covered in specks of blood. The number of arguments you had with him for getting you messed up…you weren’t even fazed by him killing his men. You were accustomed to it by now.

˚₊‧꒰ა He demands loyalty. It is expected of anyone who enters his army, and you are not spared from his heavily implied demand for loyalty. “You are my equal. One I have not chosen lightly. I expect that you understand the weight this bears and what must be returned,” he states while he holds your chin and lifts your head upwards to meet his crimson eyes.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Do not mistake my silence for disinterest,” he mutters one evening after you questioned him about his lack of interest in your indulges. He was someone who valued efficiency, not priding himself on the unnecessary, but it changed when you entered the picture. However, he prefers to sit back and observe you in your element as you engage in your enjoyment. “If I did not care, I would not be here.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Very observant when it came to you, to the point that it might become unsettling due to his accuracy. Even before he lost his Almighty, he already had the inclination to what was wrong before you even came to him. And when you were troubled, he rarely spoke, letting you express yourself as you saw fit while he held you closely. A tender, “I am listening,” should you hesitate.

˚₊‧꒰ა In private, his touch withdraws from possessive and domineering to something reverent and tender—he has to opportunity to appreciate you in all your glory. “You feel soft. You feel like mine,” he muttered, lying on his bed, you’re the only person allowed in his room, he’ll hold you close and bask in the tranquillity. Your scent, your softness, your presence, your voice, everything about you.

˚₊‧꒰ა His touch would be slow, deliberate, and never rushed as he traces his fingers over your pulse as if he was memorising the rhythm, grounding himself in the fact that you were real and here with him still.

˚₊‧꒰ა He melts into your touch anytime you run your fingers through his hair, combing and brushing it out after he had a long, tedious day. Um…you’re not going to get through with styling it—that I am absolutely positive on. Help him wash and tidy his hair, keeping him groomed and pristine, and that’s all. Mayhap a single braid to display the true length and fullness of his hair.

˚₊‧꒰ა You did not soften him, nor did you change him. He remained the man he always was—unyielding, pragmatic, a force of nature that could not be swayed. But you gave him something he had not had in millennia: someone to return to.

˚₊‧꒰ა Yhwach was not a man of apologies, nor did he see the point in them. If he wronged you, he would rectify it through actions rather than words. A rare instance of compromise, and unspoken acknowledgement of fault—it was his way of making amends. Of course, this also included gifts and being spoilt.

˚₊‧꒰ა Nothing that ever came from Yhwach was done without meaning. Each gift provided carried a weight of something sentimental and meaningful—never a person to do things half-heartedly. If you received an entire library, he understood you enjoyed reading. If you had an entire wing of the palace dedicated to you, he respected that you appreciated tranquillity and not being bothered. “Tell me what you desire, and I will ensure you are well cared for, engel.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Please do not get injured. He already trusts you when you go out there to participate in recruiting Quincies and fighting other battles, knowing that you are strong and capable of holding your own ground. The last thing he needed to hear was you returning, injured or on the brink of death.

˚₊‧꒰ა The assailant will no longer be permitted to live—that much is understandable. As for you, he will never stop talking about how you got yourself wounded and nearly killed. Deep down, it’s his way of letting you know his concern, though he wouldn’t come outrightly and spill the beans. “Do you have any idea how foolish that was of you! If you had died—”

˚₊‧꒰ა You have to compete with Jugram on who can be more loyal to Yhwach. You also have to deal with Jugram cautiously nitpicking the things you do that he suspects will upset His Majesty, only for you to rub it in his face that you have permission. The bickering between you two is endless, and Yhwach gets a kick out of how you make his right-hand man composure falter.

˚₊‧꒰ა Uses sweet names with you. ‘Schatz, engel, liebchen, geliebter, Kleine,’ and so forth. They will be whispered sweetly into your skin as he holds you closely, shielding you from the world, wishing that you are not taken from him as so many others have in the past.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You are the only person I will ever tolerate,” he admitted once when you questioned why he allowed you to disrupt his calculated life. “The only anomaly I choose not to erase. You are meaningful to me.” It was not the traditional declaration of love one would expect, but from him, it was everything.

˚₊‧꒰ა When he speaks about the future of the empire, he always remembers to include you at his side in his declarations. Wherever he goes, you’re at his side, or a few steps behind him. He will seek your counsel when he requires the voice of someone who understands his ambitions.

˚₊‧꒰ა Values your insight apart from Haschwalth and will request your presence whenever meetings are being held. Speaking of which, his pride surges anytime he stands aside, observing you commanding his men with confidence. Accepting your role as a leader at his side.

˚₊‧꒰ა Like I mentioned, he is possessive and any chance he has to display it, he will not hesitate. One of his best ways to convey this is through kisses. They are rough and possessive—his grip on you tightens and becomes firm, unyielding as he pins you against any surface or to his chest. You’re not allowed to move until he’s finished.

˚₊‧꒰ა Loves to hear you speak about him. Basically glorifying and praising this man gets him turned on and pleased. He loves it (if you hadn’t noticed from the way everyone spoke highly of him). Once again, you’re only competition is Jugram.

「 ❤︎ NSFW Headcanons ❤︎ 」

˚₊‧꒰ა Okay, first and foremost, his cock is massive, thick with a prominent vein running along the underside. The length stretches far past what any normal person could handle comfortably, and the girth is there to ensure that you will feel every inch. He’s not for the faint-hearted.

˚₊‧꒰ა He possesses a dominating aura that naturally demands submission, his presence alone is enough to make you feel utter claim even before he lays a hand on you. Yhwach doesn’t submit and he isn’t, EVER. This man fucked like he was conquering you, like he had to claim you each time he took you.

˚₊‧꒰ა He commanded pleasure as if it was his divine right, orchestrating every cry, every gasp, every trembling orgasm with ruthless precision. He did not tolerate disobedience in bed—if you dared to tease or deny him, he would pin you down, wrench your legs apart, and fuck submission into your very core.

˚₊‧꒰ა He relished bending you to his will, your body trembling, voice hoarse from begging. His favourite thing to you would be having a hand wrapped around your throat, just to remind you of where you belonged and to who. And when he did take you, it would mostly be face-down, ass-up, where you had no choice but to take what he gave.

˚₊‧꒰ა Dirty talking was something he did all the time, but it was mostly done under his possessive streak. His words were always punctuated with, ‘Mine,’ or ‘My,’ anytime he was whispering filth in your ear. Enjoying the way you squeezed him tighter with each word that escaped his lips.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Look at you, ruined, dripping with my cum. You think you can take another man after this? You’re mine, Kleine (little one).” “You were made to take my cock, weren’t you? Every time I fuck you, you mould around me like you were built for it.” If you dared to argue, he would silence you with a harsh thrust, fucking the words out your throat until all you could do was moan his name.

˚₊‧꒰ა Yhwach isn’t someone who’s sex-craven, so it’s not all the time isn’t interested in indulging. So most of time, you’re the one to rile him up, get him in the mood and all worked up. Tease him under the table during a meeting, be a brat, wear something he’ll lose his mind over, display your confidence and authority, and you will get bent over the table or his throne.

˚₊‧꒰ა Whether he was frustrated or calm, his stamina was unmatched and there was no mercy in his pace. He was relentless—hard, fast, and deep with a rhythm that left no room for anything but pleasure and submission. He reaches deep and makes you feel him all the way in your tummy (you’re gonna have a tummy ache), and with the way he can go for hours, never tiring, you’re becoming an overstimulated, trembling mess.

˚₊‧꒰ა Yhwach never did things half-assed, so when he was going all out, he expected suitable responses. Meaning: moan, cry, whimper, whine, scream, sob, and beg. He wants to hear you sing as he pleasured you, thoroughly. “Just like that, my love. Let me hear you,” he’ll groan in delight as he pushes himself deeper.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s a man who loves lingerie, and more the simpler pieces like the satin nightgowns with lace trimmings, perhaps a silk babydoll piece that compliments your figure. That’s not to say he doesn’t have an affinity for the lingerie that contains garter belts, more pieces and whatnot, he’s a simple man when it comes to what turns him on. You could wear anything, and he’s sprung—of course, he does have his preferences.

  ˚₊‧꒰ა Okay, so it is probably known that he has a HUGE thing for breeding. And for him, it’s done out of claiming you, and ruining you so no one else will ever satisfy you the way he does. Also, he doesn’t believe in making a mess when he’s so generous when it comes to giving you his cum. The least you could do is be stuffed by it.

˚₊‧꒰ა It is his way of marking you as well—the best way. He wants you dripping with a bulge in your belly, and one orgasm was never enough. He will fill you over and over until his cum was stuffed in every crevice. No part of you was going to be left untouched, which meant that if you were into anal, he’ll fill you up there as well and then stand back and watch as his cum dripped out your holes.

˚₊‧꒰ა Very quietly, he’ll reach out to run his fingers over your skin, smiling as you trembled from the sheer intensity of everything, and spread your legs wider so he can have a better view of his cum oozing out. His fingers would dip into the mess as he moved to finger your pussy into another orgasm as if the nth number you had wasn’t enough. He liked the sound of your heat squelching as he fucked his cum into you and into another orgasm.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Look at you, dripping like you still want me to stuff you more. You’d like that, won’t you?” he’ll murmur and tangle his fingers in your hair, forcing you to look at him. “You want more? Ruin this pussy and make it mine?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, with the breeding, Yhwach wouldn’t mind engaging for the sake of you carrying on his legacy, giving him an actual heir made from his flesh, and not just blood only. He would like the idea behind it; however, he tends to use breeding as more possessiveness and marking.

˚₊‧꒰ა When it comes to other forms of marking you, look forward to him spanking you for all those times you’ve been a brat or just sassed him. Some bite marks would surface on your kiss, followed by hickeys by the dozens. Show them off, he likes it when you do. “Let everyone know who you belonged to. No one would dare question my claim.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ah, how can I forget. He got you a necklace, and or, anklet, so when he’s fucking you with your legs over his shoulders, his name dangles right by his ear. Letting you know who was making you feel so good, and having you cry all over his cock.

˚₊‧꒰ა Not a loud or vocal person, apart from the dirty talking. I don’t know. He doesn’t strike me as the type to moan, something about it makes him feel like he’s losing his control and dominance. Anyway, if you DO want him to moan, on your knees and put that mouth to use, and all that talk about him not moaning would become false.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Do not mistake the sounds from my throat for a loss of con—” It’s one of the easiest ways to make him lose himself since his control is otherworldly. He can never stay silent for too long, and soft grunts and groans will escape his mouth. Should you point them out, teasing him, he’ll push your head back down to take his cock and shut you up. It’s clear that he doesn’t enjoy being called out—so do it.

˚₊‧꒰ა The reward is promising. A nice session bent over his throne or he makes you ride him until he decides to take over. Something he indulges in quite often—and I’m referring to having you ride him on his throne. Since he’s there for most of the day, he invited you to sit on his lap and make yourself comfortable.

˚₊‧꒰ა He doesn’t rush, or command you, but should you start taunting him, he’ll press you against his chest and bind your wrists behind your back while he thrusts upwards at a blinding speed. Moan and cry out to him, “It’s what you wanted from the start, isn’t it, Kleine? That’s why you came to see me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Other positions he would love to see you in, apart from face-down, ass-up and riding him: against a wall where he can lift your legs off the ground, bent over a table, bed, desk and mating press. He obviously wants all those positions where you’re helpless and he can pin you under or against him, left with no choice but to take his deep and hard thrusts.

˚₊‧꒰ა Something that he enjoys doing is binding your hands and legs with reishi. He’ll scoff if you held up a rope or handcuffs as you request to be tied up and opt for binding yours with reishi. You looked prettier in blue.

˚₊‧꒰ა When you’re at his mercy, all tied up on his bed with lustful eyes, he wants nothing more than to worship and ruin you at the same time. His mouth will devour every inch of you, leaving no part untouched, and in the same way he enjoys when you go down on him, it is returned with equal fervour.

˚₊‧꒰ა He wouldn’t spend eternity between your legs, preferring for his cock to do that instead, but he’s wickedly good with his mouth and savours the act of your clamping your thighs around his head when the pleasure escalated. Although, he would rather you kept your legs spread nice and wide for him, he wants an obstructive view of the task at hand. You’re not in control, he is.

˚₊‧꒰ა His goal for to have you hypersensitive, wanting a mess all over his face, seeing your trembling, clutching the sheet for dear life and struggling to breathe. He wants to reduce you to the ultimate mess—fuels his ego and makes him want to push you further.

˚₊‧꒰ა When he’s finished, you will be left feeling like jelly, melting into the mattress with no concept of where you are—he’s thorough. Yhwach will keep you close, holding you against his chest, fingers trailing over your sweat-soaked skin, murmuring quiet reminders of who you belonged to, and how well you did. Small, gentle kisses along your skin while his fingers squeezed your muscles, a rare show of affection reserved only for you.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @edensrose @spellboundsuguru @kennys-partner @cookielovesbook-akie

©satsugacafé 2025: no permission to repost, plagiarise, copy or translate my work onto any other platform or this one.

[villainsrtasty]

Not my man but omg still hot @ninaskylight

[madamechrissy]

mdni 18+ - doctor! Gojo (ob/gyn) x fem! reader

gyno! Gojo getting distracted by his patient's coochie (you) inappropriate workplace behavior, breaking oaths, they're awkward lol, fingering, orgasms, spitting, talking you through it, nerdjo, he's shy even knuckles deep inside you <3 (3k)

"Are you comfortable?" Doctor Gojo asks with a friendly smile, washing his hands and looking over his shoulder at you.

Are you comfortable when you're in nothing but an open hospital gown and your feet are in stirrups!? In front of the most gorgeous man you've ever seen!?

No, you're not. You're flustered and embarrassed despite his calm demeanor and how he does everything with ease. You bite down on your lower lip, clutching the little sheet thrown over your lap, nodding.

He dries his hands that you can't help but look at a little too long. Elegant fingers, thick ones that make you blush thinking of going inside you. It's got you swallowing nervously. Trying to remember it's a check up not a damn date.

He's just doing his job, slipping you a little smile, blue eyes glimmering in a myriad of shades. "Latex allergy sweetheart?"

"Huh?" How long are his fingers!?

"Do you have an allergy to latex?" You flush again, shaking your head. "Perfect."

Doctor Gojo sits in front of you, slipping on those gloves and then putting a comforting hand on your thigh. You fucking moan.

You moan.

This is so embarrassing!?

"Sorry," you whisper, shutting your eyes.

"Is it the cramps? I saw you were having some issues with that," he asks softly, white hair falling just a bit over his brow.

"Um. Yes." You have been cramping alot, but this was definitely not that. You try to remember why you're here, looking at him again, almost unable to handle the eye contact. "Really bad ones before my period."

"Scans were all good," he lifts your sheet up and pauses just a moment, eyeing your cunt in what he attempts to do professionally. Yet he can't help but almost spill out how pretty it is, that would not be okay to say, even if he is an expert. "Everything looks great actually."

Yiur thighs clamp shut. He raises a brow. "Sorry!"

"Relax," he gently helps you spread your thighs, blushing himself when he sees you're glistening already. He can't mention it of course but it's dripping between your lips. "Have you had an exam?"

"Of course, just... um... nervous." He hums a bit to himself, parting your folds with soft gloves, you almost moan again, biting down hard. He looks up at you, leaning down just a bit, far too close to your cunt.

You're suddenly so insecure! What if it looks weird to him!? What if he can freaking inhale it, does it smell good? You washed it before coming but what if-

"Take a breath," he murmurs, inspecting your insides and almost whimpering when he sees your hole fucking wink at him. "You're tense, and it'll hurt if you're this tight."

Fuck.

Dr. Gojo just called a patient tight.

"I mean... tight muscles," he's stammering for a moment, you're just too pretty and now you have him nervous. "That's good though, are you um... doing kegals."

You blink.

"Yes? Can you just... tell?" He sighs, trying to remember why the fuck you're here, slipping a finger inside to just the tip, and you clench him over the glove, soaking it.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Yes your muscle response is impeccable," he wants to feel it clenching his tongue, gather all those juices and suck them off his fingers. "Try to relax because for this exam I have to get two fingers inside you. "You're small down there."

"Oh of course," you want to fall off the face of the earth when he pulls his finger back. You feel slippery arousal pouring down your slit, his soft sigh tickling your thigh. "Did you already put that gel stuff on?"

"No," you blush again, so hot your cheeks are on fire, realizing that's all you. "I can but you seem to have a good amount of... natural lubricant."

You're gonna die.

"Want me to grab the cold gel?" He teases, plump lips curling up, you almost ask him to spit on it, but you manage some sense.

"No, it's okay, I trust you," you shouldn't, not when he leans down and spits right on his fingers and watches his own spit move on puffy lips.

He can't do that he's a fucking doctor. How many pussies has he seen!? But the thrill of knowing it's on you had his cock throbbing underneath those purple scrubs, he covers it with his labcoat, watching the bubbles dissolve on your glistening cunt.

"How do you usually loosen up? Don't want to hurt you." You shut your eyes, spreading your thighs more for him.

"Like how do I..."

"You can feel comfortable with me, we need to find out what's making you cramp up too."

"I tense really bad before sex too, it doesn't feel the best."

"Oh..." Satoru eases a finger inside again, curving it up and watching you jerk. "When is the last time you had sex?"

"Like a year or two, I just use my rose - Oh my god!" You cover your face again, eyes rolling back when he crooks those fingers. "Mmh!"

"Don't be shy, masturbation is normal and healthy even. Orgasms are good for you," Dr. Gojo pulls his finger out to watch you drop down onto the thin paper you're laying on, exhaling against the sight. "Clitoral stimulation helps you?"

You nod, gasping when he slips a finger and finds it, the sounds of your wet cunt echoing in the room. "Yes, it does."

"Is it all right if I stimulate it to loosen you up? If not tell me."

You arch your hips, lashes fluttering, it takes a lot for Gojo not to yank off his gloves and fuck into you. "Yes um if you think it'll help?"

"It might," he runs a circle and watches that clit twitch against his thumb, more slick pouring from you. "You do respond well to it. Did your partners do this?"

"No they sucked," Satoru chuckles a bit, and the mood lightens, he acts perfectly professional while he's pressing on your clit, pleasure rushing through you. "That is relaxing."

"I want my patient comfortable," he murmurs, he shouldn't be allowed to look like that and sound like that. Your cunt is spasming when he slips his finger back in, the messy sounds so loud you bury your face. "It's a good thing, when your natural lubricant flows. It means your hormones are doing a good job."

"Oh," Satoru crooks his finger up, eyeing you under snowy lashes then, your breasts rising and falling, thighs trembling. "I do feel um... more... relaxed."

"That's good. You're doing such a good job for me," you're done for, his finger hitting that spot in slick walls, thumb still massaging your jumping clit. "Orgasms can help cramps too, even during your period."

"I can't um touch it during that," You're arching for more, thighs spread so wide, hands damn near ripping the paper underneath you, it tears just a bit and echoes in his impeccably clean office.

"That's understandable but your partner could," you laugh a little.

"None of them would have fucked me on my period - I mean!? Um, stimulated me."

"Some people are squeamish," he starts to ease two inside, you're trembling at the stretch. "It's natural, periods. And it's normal to get cramps, we just have to find a good way to help them."

"I see, ngh!" He pauses at your little moan, juices flowing down his fingers, tall body hunched just a bit over you. "Oh my god I'm so sorry."

"It’s too much for you, sweetheart? Two?"

You nod just a bit, and he sighs, pulling back his hand then.

"You're too tight, that could be why you don't find sex so enjoyable if you're not getting off first - I mean, having orgasms before intercourse."

"That could be um, I'll loosen up so you can do the exam," you hear his glove smack then.

"It may help if I don't wear a glove, are you okay with that? It may help your nerves."

Satoru needs to feel your gummy walls without a dumb fucking barrier. You're blinking at him, seeing him take one off, then the other.

"My hands are sterile," he tries to hide his feral grin, knowing he's fucking depraved for this, but his cock is just leaking too much. "I'll try and you tell me what you prefer."

"Yes, of course," Satoru's fingers brush down your slit into your hole, sinking in - slippery from you, buried to the knuckle suddenly. It feels so good you can't hold back your little whimper, hips bucking up. You feel every line and callous of his thick fingers, cunt gripping him like she's scared he'll leave. "Oh!"

Satoru's cock leaks at the sight of your pussy sucking his fingers in like that, the sight of it so greedy, stretched around his bare hand is too much. His fingers pull back and then insert again, and again, a messy squelch echoing in the room, gossamer swirls of your arousal coating his fingers.

Fuck he's going against every oath he took and looking for more to break.

Is eating out patients not a good method of exam? Surely your taste -

He can't do all that! He shouldn't even be fingering your messy cunt like this, pads of them curving up in that spot that makes you twitch and gush. Your cheeks are flush, eyes rolling back, hips just rolling when he runs a thumb over your clit once more.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart," you barely focus, stretched so full and stuffed more from him than you had been any man. Your lashes flutter at his command, he leans down just a bit as he works you. "There you go, you're loosening up for me. Does it feel good like this?"

Are you having a filthy daydream of the pretty blue eyed doctor, or is he talking you through an orgasm?

"I... um... y-yes," your whisper escapes your lips with a sigh, Doctor Gojo's expert fingers curling up with precision, feeling you spasm and tighten, slick and hot around his digits. You're pulsing already, making him have to palm himself to adjust, before darting his thumb back to your clit. "Mnh... Doctor Gojo, I..."

"Your muscles are responding so well," fuck is everything sexy from his mouth? You're trying not to cum, but failing spectacularly, a dripping wet mess soaking his bare hand, the sounds of his fingers and your needy cunt loud. "Your pussy- I mean, um!? Vagina/vulva ah it's very um... pretty - healthy!?"

Satoru Gojo's glasses fog up just a bit, sweat beading on his brow, he doesn't know what's come over him - but he knows he needs you to cum for him, and he's not stopping until you do. Do you squirt, do you drip, do you get creamy?

Fuck he must know - for scientific purposes, that's why he's a doctor, right? Love of science and medicine?

How many oaths would it break if he were to breed his patient?

"I'm... your fingers ngh they're thick and - I mean!? Thorough! They're so thorough," you're rolling your hips up for every filthy thrust, Satoru leans low and practically inhales you, you feel something wet slap your clit, his eyes feral and black then behind lenses. "F-fuck... I mean!?"

"S'okay, we're - hah - helping the cramps, r-right?" He's scissoring his long fucking fingers in and out of your now sloppy little cunt, your nails press into his forearms, just making him moan softly.

"Yes, helping them, mhm," your eyes roll back in your skull, nails digging in his pale skin and leaving cresenct marks, the sweet scent of your arousal filling his senses, overtaking the sterile alcohol in the room. God if he could bottle your pussy juice he would. "You're s-such an amazing um... d-doctor!"

"Thank you, I t-take my... career... so seriously," he's about to bust in his pants, damn near acting as if he's never seen a pussy before yours, but he's not ever been affected. You're pulsing and tightening down then, clamping his fingers and sucking them inside, teeth clenched. "Remember, eyes on me, sweetheart. For... medical reasons."

Your eyes focus on his, he crooks those fingers up one more time, a mess pouring as he does, and he watches his pretty patient cum on his fingers. You're so loud he has to pull up, slamming a big palm on your cute lips, muffling your desperate cries as he shoves them in fully, heel of his hand massaging your needy clit.

"Mmph!" You're blacking out nearly, hardly able to keep that eye contact, with the doctor whose glasses have slipped down the bridge of his nose, his lips spit slicked. You're gushing down his fingers, louder and louder as he eases them in and out slower, pushing you over the edge again.

"Fuck," he murmurs, cursing at his lack of professionality, leaning back to see just how you cum. "Creamy, fuck."

"H-huh?" Your voice is still muffled, he moans, looking and the milky ring formed at the bottom of his fingers, he almost sinks to his knees with you still in that fucking hospital gown, instead gently easing them out, watching your hole twitch as he spreads your lips.

"Your response to stimulation, it's scientific you see - creaming or squirting."

"Oh, it is?" He feels himself pressing hard against his boxers, leaking through and leaving a wet spot in his scrubs, blush furiously smattered on his cheeks. "Which is better?"

Anything you do.

"They're both healthy responses," he wants to suck his goddamn fingers so badly, but he has already crossed every fucking line known to man, so instead he hovers a moment, wanting to ask about you. who are you, are you single - it says yes on your chart sure, but still. What do you like? Do you play video games?

He's imagining a date right now - him, Doctor Gojo, a man who's all about his business can't stop getting flustered from your pretty little pussy that's leaking your cum still. He turns then, unsure of what to say, as your thighs tremble, your breath quickening.

You feel so embarrased! You're thinking he wanted you to cum, what if he was just... like helping? Examining? You've never even really been to a gyno before! You hastily put a sheet on, looking down nervously as he stands there, fingers still in your slick.

"I'm so sorry!"

"What!? Why? Did you um... enjoy the exam?" He asks, you nod shyly, he is so close to busting he has to do something. "I'll be right back with your uh... results, just hold on, okay?"

He rushes to the bathroom, leaning back and shutting the heavy door, sucking your juices off his fingers and moaning, using his other hand to free his aching cock. God it's hard, sticking to his boxers, he has to tug it free and slowly stroke it, moaning softly.

"Go ask her out," he whispers to himself, with every stroke of his hand, every glide around the thickness he almost stuffed inside you on that patient bed. He can't with himself, what is going on, he's never like this!?

God your taste.

"Maybe we could hah go to a movie?" He practices in the mirror, seeing his disheveled appearance, cock loud with every fwap as he jerks it quickly, trying to finish before he looks more suspicious. He whimpers your name and flutters his eyes shut, picturing your cunt grippin' his cock like a vice, moaning as he cums.

White spurts everywhere, all over his hands, all over the sink, he curses with a shaky breath, cleaning it frantically when he rushes back out, and you're all dressed, holding your purse. He falters, suddenly shy as you tuck your hair behind your ear, the taste of your cunt still coating his tongue.

"I ah... think your cramps could be a lot of tension," he manages to say softly. "And elevated hormones, just a bit too much estrogen, but not enough for concern."

"Thank you so much, um, what should I do for them?"

"Warm compress, a hot bath, ibuprofen," his dick, his mouth, his fingers, god use him. "All of that should help a long with..."

"Orgasms?"

"Y-yes, they can help," you rush off suddenly then, and Gojo curses, pacing back and forth in his office.

God why couldn't he ask you out!? After he sucked your cum off his fingers no less?

Suddenly, Satoru has quite an idea - his fucked out brain thinks so, at least. He sits at his little desk and pulls up his laptop, starting to type notes into your patient portal, smirking as he does. He's sure you're the type to check them, so he wonders if you'll get the code here.

***Patient comes in with an exceptionally tight set of muscles, and was having some trouble with cramping, as well as pain during sex. She was a good girl for me beautiful example of a patient, her responses were so good, she listened to all instructions from the doctor. Her cunt vagina was a pretty shape, color, and had a lovely taste consistency.***

Satoru grins, inserting his phone number throughout the message in little places, heart racing.

God he wonders if you like Digimon or Pokemon? He could handle either, if it meant being with you.

***The patient should come back for more visits to work on relaxing her stupidly tight vagina, she took well to treatment, she should cum come more often to make sure she's comfortable and resolves any cramps in the future. Patient should contact me with any questions are you free on friday? or concerns.***

He's sure you never saw the damn notes when a week goes by, when he gets a call, answering it in the middle of lunch. "Gojo speaking."

"Um... hi... it's..."

"Oh my god!? Hi!" He almost knocks his coffee over, so fucking excited he's grinning, he can't see your nervous blush on the other line, chewing your thumb and taking shaky breaths. "How are you?'

"I'm good, I am uh... maybe insane but, would you like to go out-"

"Yes."

You blink then. "Um, I didn't say where?"

"Anywhere." You giggle, and he throbs from that, sighing and shutting his eyes. "I'll take you anywhere."

"All right, Doctor Gojo I'll send you where to pick me up," you hang up shakily, and Gojo makes quite a loud shout that the entire office hears.

"Back to work, ahem." He says, stepping out, but he cannot keep the smile off his face.

Perverted and cute???? bahaha this was a Patreon idea actually those chats get a little insaneee

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Sugar Daddy!Kokonoi Headcanons

♡ SFW and NSFW, fem reader, oral->fem and male receiving, Bonten!Koko, public sex, hickeys ♡

note: I came up with this while listening to Baby By Me by 50 Cent, it just reminded me of Koko

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SFW

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who gives you an allowance that's the same amount as his whole paycheck, he has plenty of money so he doesn't see why he can't give you that much

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who spoils the hell out of you, he loves taking you shopping or surprising you with something he knew you wanted

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who's always backtalking you, he most definitely wins every argument

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who memorizes all your likes and dislikes so he knows what to buy for you

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who sprays you with his cologne so other men know to stay away from you

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who gushes about how perfect you are to the rest of the Bonten executives

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who introduces you as his wife and means it wholeheartedly

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💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who likes sticking his tongue out at people, the same tongue that was lapping at your wet folds the night before

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who brings you out to Bonten's clubs just to fuck you in the backroom

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who buys you designer clothes just to tear them off you later

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who can't wait till you get home, so he has you suck him off in the car

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who can't help but pop a boner when you sit on his lap during a meeting

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who loves leaving hickeys all over your body, especially on your thighs

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who's so touchy he turns aftercare into a second round

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[nanaslutt]

strapping shoko after her 10 hour shift, she’s exhausted and can’t hold back her sounds like usual, she’s being so loud ur worried the neighbors are gonna knock on ur door the next morning and complain

but it’s hard to care when she’s gripping the sheets with her back arched, face buried in the pillow, crying “yes baby, yes yes yes, god, right there baby.” over and over as u thrust the strap as deep as u can fit inside her till ur pelvis is flush against her pretty red ass

her eyes are rolling back, tears of bliss and overstimulation are drenching her cheeks, and the view of her manicured fingers rubbing her clit from beneath so sloppily while u do the heavy lifting is driving u fucking crazy, only making u wanna fuck her harder, deeper, till she passes out from the pleasure she deserves :3

[pure-smut]

this can't happen again.

featuring: Coach Ukai x f!reader

contains: age gap, forbidden s*x, public s*x (bar toilet), creampie, degradation, dirty talk

word count: 800

note: all characters are aged up to 18+!

MDNI | 18+ content

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Thinking about a Coach Ukai who coaches the college boys volleyball team on weekends but keeps getting distracted by you, their manager.

The attraction was immediate between you but Ukai, at least, held back. After all, it’s not professional and he’s ten years older than you. So he pretends not to notice your glances or your lingering hand on his arm.

Until he accidentally bumps into you at a bar. You’re tipsy and giggly and goddam your dress is riding up your thighs in a way he has to force his gaze away from. You’re all over him, draped across his arm as you whisper the dirtiest things in his ear.

Ukai really doesn’t want to hear this. Doesn’t want to feel your plush tits pressing against his arm. Doesn’t want to feel the way your finger runs down his chest. It’s only breaking down his self-restraint, brick by brick, until there’s nothing but dust.

You’re in the bar toilet, sitting up on the sink as Ukai pushes your dress up even further. He grabs you by the back of the neck, pressing rough kisses against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. You cup the back of his head, pulling him closer to you, sliding your tongue over his.

“Fuck…” he mutters. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

But he knows as soon as his hand slips between your legs and he feels your heat, he’s never turning back.

Ukai tugs your panties to the side and dips his finger between your folds, feeling you slick under his touch. Knowing you’re this wet for him already makes his cock strain against his jeans.

He sucks at your neck as he unbuttons his jeans, pulling himself free and lining up with your dripping hole. He scoops his large hands under your ass, pulling him towards him, angling you so he can fuck you better. His rough manhandling makes you smirk and bite your bottom lip, only getting wetter for him.

“We gotta be quick,” he murmurs against your neck.

“Yes, coach,” you say with a sweet smile, carding your fingers through his blonde hair. Ukai hates how turned on that makes him.

His cock splits your lips, stretching your tight hole as he sinks himself to the hilt in one go. You cry out and he claps a hand across your mouth, silencing you. Ukai starts to fuck you hard and fast, not giving you time to adjust before he’s pounding away at you. You moan into the palm of his hands, your eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, that’s good pussy,” Ukai grunts, feeling you squeeze him so tight he nearly cums on the spot.

You can hear the bass of the music outside the bathroom, the chatter of the crowd. Knowing Ukai’s taking you publicly while talking to you so degradingly makes your pussy drool around him.

“Shit, you’re dripping,” Ukai groans, picking up speed. He looks down at where your bodies are joined, your juices coating his cock. “You like that, baby, don’t you? You like being fucked like a whore?”

You moan a muffled affirmation into his hand, your walls clenching around him at his words. His cock rubs against the bundle of nerves inside you, making you see spots, bringing you to the brink.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna cum on my cock like a good fucking girl?”

With a stifled moan, your walls clamp down around him as pleasure wracks your body. Ukai fucks you through it, whispering hoarse praises in your ear. He roughly pulls down the neckline of your dress, exposing your tits. Ukai enjoys watching them bounce under the force of his thrusts for a moment before he latches his mouth around your nipple. You gasp and tangle your fingers in his hair as his teeth graze you.

You’re even better than he imagined. You feel so fucking good, so hot and tight. You look like such a perfect little slut, your dress around your waist, your legs spread for him in a public bathroom. He’s not going to last much longer.

“You’re gonna carry my cum around in you all night,” he tells you. “Understand me?”

He takes his hand away from your mouth for you to answer.

“Y-yes, coach,” is all you manage to say, your voice coming out in a breathy moan.

Your words take him to the edge as he comes undone inside you. You feel him fill you, shooting ropes of thick cum deep in your pussy, his iron-like grip on your ass holding you in place. As soon as he withdraws, he pulls your panties back into place, keeping it inside you.

Ukai breathes hard, resting his forehead on your shoulder as you press soft kisses to his temple.

“This can’t happen again,” he tells you but you both know that’s a lie.

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[cinnamorollcrybaby]

these HI pics have me SICK to my stomach please i can’t take it 😭😭 they were just KIDS.

[classyrbf]

WE'RE JUST FRIENDS! — SHOKO IEIRI

SYNOPSIS...since high school you and shoko have been known to be two peas in a pod, the bestest of friends but only you two know what happens behind closed doors

INFO...shoko x fem!reader, top!shoko, phone sex(?), vibrators, fingering, oral (reader!receiving), hidden relationship, praise, sweet ending, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

Since high school you and Shoko were always known as the two girls around jujutsu high. Dare I say, you were the female version of Gojo and Geto. You and Shoko instantly clicked, always joking and laughing, messing around with Geto and Gojo just for the fun of it. Sometimes, you two would sneak around behind the school to share a cigarette. It wasn’t until both of you graduated that you ended up finding her attractive. She grew her hair out longer, started embracing her role in the jujutsu society and you’d always steal glances from her.

The accidental hand touching as she breezed past you, the little smirks she’d give you across the room when a higher up was yapping her ear off. It was until about 4 years of yearning that both of you finally caught the hint. Well, you caught the hint. Shoko always had a thing for you, at least that’s what you found out when she was knuckles deep in your pussy.

“I’ve always liked you, y/n.” She smiled against your skin, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Her fingers massaged your g-spot as she whispered in your ear. “I was starting to think that maybe you didn’t like me back, you know? But now look at you,” she chuckled, turning her gaze toward your sopping pussy.

One hookup led to two and then another and then another. You and Shoko became absolutely addicted to each other. It got to the point where you couldn’t even make yourself cum if you weren’t thinking about her. Sometimes you’d even call her late hours in the night just to hear her voice, asking her to help you cum.

“You’re so close aren’t you, baby?” She cooed. “You need my help, huh? Yeah?” She smiled to herself as she heard you whimper out her name. “Facetime me, I wanna watch.” In just mere second you were facetiming her while she sat at her desk going over some stupid paper work that she couldn’t care less about right now. “Look at how fucking wet you are because of me. Go ahead and keep rubbing your clit. Get right on the fucking edge.”

Each time, you came so hard just because of her. You wanted more and more each time, wanted to show her how much you needed her right there with you.

Each time you, her, Geto, and Gojo hung out, it was almost like nothing ever happened. The boys never became suspicious of anything because you and Shoko kept treating each other like you have all those past years. Like friends. Talking about the latest fashion, that new movie with the controversial actor, complaining about your job, things that friends would normally talk about.

But later on, you’d drive to the middle of an empty field, too eager to make it back to the house, her mouth around your nipples, licking, sucking and biting while you moaned and whimpered like a bitch in heat. “You looked so pretty in this skirt today.” She smile up at you, pecking your lips.

“I wore it for you,” you muttered between moans.

“Yeah? How thoughtful of you to give me easy access to this pretty pussy.” She sloppily kissed between your breasts and down your stomach while her fingertips pulled at the hem of your panties.

“Sho, what if someone catches us out—mmmph—here!” You sit up on your elbows, breathing heavily as she tosses your panties on the car floor and pushes your skirt up. She completely ignores your question, laying her tongue flat on your clit. “Oh fuckkk.” And suddenly all your worries went away.

Recently, all the jujustu sorcerers and anyone involved in the jujustu society were invited to a party. Of course you had to go and everyone else as well despite you lacking the energy to stand around and talk to people you didn’t know all day.

When you arrived, you hung out with your usual group. People you went to high school with. Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Haibara, Utahime, and of course Shoko. You damn near choked on your drink when she walked through the doors. Her makeup looked like it prepared by the gods and her dress hugged her figure so good it felt like your eyes were about to pop out of your head if your stared too long.

Shoko could say the same about you, the color you were wearing complimented your skin tone perfectly and gloss that made your lips shine under the light had her wanting to kiss and bite them right then and there. “Hey guys!” She simply greeted.

Hours went by already, boredom plaguing your mind as you watched Geto and Gojo act a fool on the dance floor, drunk out of there minds. Nanami had snuck out early, which you can’t blame him for. Haibara was chatting it up with Utahime in a corner for seemed like an hour now and that only left you and Shoko.

“Having fun?” She leaned towards you, sipping from her glass.

“No. My feet are killing me and this dress is too damn tight.” You shifted in the fabric, gripping your champagne glass tighter. You could feel her eyes rake over your entire body, but dare didn’t turn in her direction.

“Your ass looks great by the way. Maybe I’ll help you get out that dress later tonight?” She raised a brow, waiting for a response.

“Shoko, hush!” You looked around the room to see if anyone had heard which made her laugh.

“Who gives a fuck if anyone hears. Two girls fucking, so what? People need to get with the times.” She shook her head. “They’re missing out.” A sigh left her lips.

“What are you saying?” A smirked tugged at the corner of your lips as you leaned against the bar.

“I’m saying, you’re great in bed, hot stuff. We’ve been having sex for what…? 2 years now?” She reached into her clutch, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. “Wanna smoke?” She nodded her head in the direction of the balcony.

“Fuck it.” You two both walked outside, the music playing over the speakers began fading, replaced with the annoying sounds of crickets and the occasional owl hooting somewhere in the trees. She lit the cigarette, taking the first drag before handing it over to you.

“So how long are we gonna keep up this ‘just friends’ act, huh?” She asked, watching you blow out the excess smoke. “We’re nearly together every day, fucking every week, if not every day.” She grabs the cigarette from between your fingers.

“Are you saying you wanna date me, Ieri Shoko?” You tease, smiling at her. “The Ieiri Shoko wants to date someone? I thought you didn’t like labels?”

“Oh fuck off,” she laughed, waving her hand at you. “Yeah, yeah, I said what I said, but can a girl not change her mind?” She turned to look at you, her eyes boring into yours as she put out the cigarette, tossing it. You looked away nervously, smiling down at the floor. “How about we say fuck this party and go back to mine, huh? Maybe it’ll help you think of an answer.”

As soon as you and Shoko made it to her apartment, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. She messily kissed you, hastily pulling down the straps of your dress while kicking her heels off and tossing her clutch to the floor. “I want you so fucking bad, all of the time,” she said between kisses.

Within minutes you were on her bed, sitting between her legs as she had a vibrator pressed to your pussy, her other hand twisting and pulling at your hard nipples. “Fuckkk, Shoko!” You gasped, legs twitching as the waves of pleasure shooting through your body. “I’m gonna fucking cum!” You moan.

She rubbed the vibrator up and down your clit, massaging it into your poor, sensitive pussy. “Getting desperate, baby?” She craned her neck down, her lips connecting with yours, kissing you with such fervor. You grinded your hips into the vibrator, moaning into her mouth as you felt your orgasm approaching quickly. She pulled away from the kiss, spit connecting to both of your lips as she stared into your eyes with such lust and desire. “You cumming? Yeah? Yeah, there you go let it out. Yes!” She smiled, lifting her head to watch how your body writhed above her and your heavenly moans bounced off the walls of her bedroom.

She turned off the vibrator, tossing it to the side. Her fingers grazed over your pussy, tapping it lightly, hearing your wetness as you begged to be fucked. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” She kissed down your neck, teasing your entrance with her fingers, pushing them in and out slowly.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” you breathy chuckle.

“Oh, yeah? I can show you a tease.” She began reaching into her beside drawer.

“No, no! I was kidding!” You laugh, pulling her arm back. “Come here.” You gather strength to sit upright, facing towards her. Her cheeks are tinted pink and her skin was glowing under the light. “I think you’re beautiful too.” You cup her face in your hands.

“Getting all sappy on me now?” She pulled you onto her lap so you were straddling her.

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes, smiling as you leaned into the kiss. This time it wasn’t rushed or sloppy. You felt every moment, every movement, and every thought. Shoko deepened the kiss, pulling you closer against her chest, hugging you tighter. Your tongues moved against each other slowly, biting and sucking on her bottom lip before pulling away. “I like doing this with you.”

“Yeah?” She asked, you nod in return. “Does that mean what I think it means?” She dragged her index finger along your jaw.

“If we’re talking about the same thing, then yes—mmph!” She kissed you again with so much force, your back hit the plush comforter beneath you.

“I’m even more turned on knowing you’re mine now. Fuck me,” she said in disbelief.

“Well who said we had to stop?” You bite your lip, sitting up on your elbows. Shoko stared at you for few seconds and without saying a word, her hands gravitated to your thighs, spreading them apart, wasting zero time in putting her face in your pussy. A small gasp escapes your throat when she gently kisses your clit, the tip of her tongue rolling it in circles. “God, Sho!” You fall back on the bed, stuck in the blissful headspace.

The flat of her tongue works its way through your soppy folds, licking up your juices and tasting them on her tongue. She watches the way your face contorts in pleasure, your hands reaching up to play with your tits, pulling at your taut nipples. She sucks on your clit for little, earning a high pitched moan from you, smirking at your reaction. She knows how sensitive it still must be.

“Pussy tastes so good, baby. Mmm,” she moans, slurping on your clit and your folds, spitting directly onto your cunt before licking it back up again.

“Yes, yes, just like that!” You nod, biting down on your lip as you watch the way she eats your pussy like a pro. “Feels so fucking good.” Your toes curl as you hook your hands under your legs, pulling them back farther. “Yes, fuck!” Your eyes roll back when she pulls back the hood your clit, exposing it which made all the more difference.

“Play with those pretty tits for me, baby.” She lifts her head to catch her breath, her lips and chin coated in your slick. She looks so fucking good it makes you even more wet. You reach your hand up once more, cupping your breast and pulling at your nipple while she watches with a smile. “Good girl.” He her hot tongue swirls around your swollen clit once more, messily eating your pussy cause that’s how she knows you like it.

“I’m so close, baby, right fucking there, Sho.” Your jaw drops open, your hand finding home in her hair, pushing her face in deeper. “Shit, shit! Yes, I’m so fucking close!” You gasp, rutting your hips against her face like a bitch in heat. Shoko hums in amusement, looking up at you, making direct eye contact, wanting to watch you cum on her tongue. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Your legs shake uncontrollably, grabbing a fistful of her hair tighter as you come undone. Your back into the mattress, still coming down from your orgasm. “Oh fuck,” you breathe.

Shoko finally lifts her head, pleased with herself, the biggest smile on her face. “You still alive, hot stuff?” She hovers over you.

“Barely.” You murmur, looking at her through your hazy state. “How do you always make me cum that hard?” You groaned, chest heaving up and down.

“Um, I have my ways.” She jokes, falling beside you. She softly kisses your shoulder. “Need some water or something?” She asks softly.

“Not right now. I can’t even think straight.” You flip over, facing her.

“I made you cum so hard I rewired your brain? That’s new.” She said with a hint of sarcasm. You playfully shoved her shoulder. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” She pulled you in close to her. “So does this mean—”

“That we get to tell Geto and Gojo. Yes. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were also dating each other.” You furrowed your brows at the thought of it.

“You’re oddly right. Gojo was damn near twerking on Geto earlier.” Shoko stared up at the ceiling, running her fingers over your skin.

“Wait, really?!” You asked with sudden surprise.

“You didn’t see? Geto got real close behind Gojo. One inch more and boom! Contact.” Shoko nodded, trying to hold in her laugh.

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the thought of Gojo twerking especially on Geto. “Oh my gosh! Just imagine Gojo throwing it back for Geto!” You cackled, Shoko laughing in return.

“Oh no! Do not put that image in my mind!” She cringed, clenching her eyes shut.

“Maybe Geto slips him a twenty for a lap dance. You never know,” you roll over laughing, barely able to breathe.

“Oh my goodness! Shut up!” Shoko covers her mouth, pushing you away from her. “Stop! I can’t!”

“Okay, okay,” you breathe heavily, scooting closer to her again. “I’ll stop.” You rest your head on her shoulder again.

She kisses the top of your head. “I love this. I’ll never get tired of it. The laughs, the sex, your warmth, your smile. You.”You sit up to look at her with a complex expression. “What?”

“Since when did you get all poetic with your words? I guess the sex must’ve rewired your brain too—” Shoko rolls her eyes at your words, covering your mouth with her hand.

“I try to be all lovey dovey and this is what I get? Sickening.”

[bankaizen-deactivated20250613]

KŪGO GINJŌ

[j-u-u-z-o]

“Can’t Get Enough of You” Ginjo Kugo x F. Reader 18+ NSFW‼️

AN: Hey guys! It’s been quite a while since I had written a fic! But I’m glad to be out of this writers block 😭. I’ve been obsessed with this man since I rewatched the fullbringer arc and I just had to write somethingfor him. plus, he’s a Scorpio like Kenny❤️ my writing is a bit rusty in this but I hope you enjoy it!

Synopsis: Kugo has been on the low end since ichigo hasn’t made his decision to join X-Cution. On the other hand, he’s been ghosting you lately and decides to go to your place to help him clear his mind. How do you feel about this?

WARNING: GRAMMAR, 18+,breakup?, ginjo being selfish, cuddling, hookup, foreplay, slow start to smut, GINJO IS A DOM. 😩 💗

Also, if you still like Ginjo, you’re now one of my elite employees! 😭 + he deserves better! 🧸

Take your time reading and dive into the story. I hope you enjoy reading! Cuz I did. 😇

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20:00 PM

“It appears he won’t be coming.” Said an oddly dressed man in a bartender outfit, with a dark leather strap covering his right eye. He looked at the leaned and dark haired man sitting on the leather chair across from him as he held his pocket watch in his hand.

Ginjo Kugo.

He closed eyes and didn’t say a word and got up from his seat. “Looks like you figured wrong.” Jackie said, looking at up at the displeased man as she sat on the leather couch across from him and Chad.

However, he ignored her and walked away from them. “Won’t it become difficult the more you insist?” Yukio said, sitting on top of the table while he played his video game. Still, ginjo paid no mind to them as he waved goodbye to the crew. “Going back to y/n’s place?” A red haired woman with two pigtails said with her hands on her waist. “Hmph! You haven’t seen her in weeks!” Riruka crossed her arms, watching him walk past her. “Good luck!” She shouted at the man. But he still ignored her. The crew watched him leave the eerie room in silence and close the door behind him. “What a terrible boyfriend!” She stared at the door with a pout.

20:45 PM

Clack…

Clack…

Clack…

The sounds came from his white stiletto shoes as quietly walked in the neighborhood. Thinking of his next move to get ichigo to join the organization. With his hands tucked in his pockets, The sounds of the night filled his mind as he thought about it, while he stared at his moving shadow before him. “Damn it.” He sighed, shutting his eyes to not overthink it. He pulled out his phone to check for new messages that he sent to you — almost two weeks ago He was still left on read by you. All of his conversations were one - sided and ignored.

“Tch.” He scrolled down to see the last time you texted him. Proving that he has been ghosting you for a while. even though, he had a good reason for it.

“Is it really that hard to communicate, woman?” He frowned, shoving his phone into his pocket and stared down the end of the road.

A few minutes passed and he made it to the front of your apartment building. With steady steps, He walked upstairs to your floor with a straight face as he walked to your door. On the other side of the door, the kitchen light was on. You were cleaning up after yourself in silence before you go to bed.

However, as you were putting the leftover food in the fridge. You heard the dialing sounds coming from your apartment door and stopped what you were doing.

You weren’t expecting any visitors. Like, your mom or best friend. But —

Beep!

The door opened and you suddenly heard the familiar foot steps entering the genkan. You ripped your eyes away from the source and went back to cleaning your small mess on the counter. You knew who it was.

The steady footsteps followed the source of light and stopped in the hallway. Ginjo smirked as he stared your back. “Hey.” He spoke first, resting his elbow on the wall. You ignored him while you wiped the kitchen counter. He moved from his spot and approached you, slowly. A pair of hands slid across your stomach smoothly as you cleaned. The satiny fabric making his hands slide across his fingers that he had to gently pull you back against his chest. “Hey.” He spoke again, looking at your side profile. He knew that you were ignoring him. He bit his bottom lip and observed you as you did your task. He lowered his head and leaned over to kiss your cheek but you easily slipped from his audacity. “Don’t make me say it a third time.” His hands slid down to your hips and rested there. “I know you heard me. It’s not hard to say ‘hello’, ‘how have you been?’, you know?” He pointed with a smirk. “You’re one to talk.” You finally spoke, turning on the faucet to wash your hands.

“Hmph.” He chuckled. “So you can talk.” He teased, attempting to kiss your cheek again but you expertly evaded his lips and moved away from him. “Sheesh.” He muttered under his breath, feeling his hands reluctantly slipping away from your waist. “I assume that you’re mad at me…about something.” He watched you wipe the cleaned dishes, grinning. “So, I’m sorry.” You placed the clean dishes on the rack and silverware in the drawer.

No response.

His dark brown orbs watched you from afar while he was resting his arms on the counter behind you. He gave a long look of disbelief as he did while you continued to ignore him. As if he was a dust particle in the air, You finished what you were doing and walked out the kitchen. Just like that. He followed you into the living room; with that smirk still glued on his face. Seemingly entertained by your sassy behavior.

He sighed heavily and sat down on your couch. His arms resting on the shoulder of the couch. he observed you while you were wiping down the kitchen island. “It’s only been a week and a half.” He sighed, breaking the thick silence. “And, you could’ve spoken to me or something.” You shrugged, walking back into the kitchen to hang the wet cloth over the stove handle. “I did.” His tone came out roughly. He looked up at you from afar, glaring at you. “You didn’t tell me what you were doing, though.” You spoke reciprocated, “since you were busy hanging out with your crew.” you walked back into the living room. He gave a long blank stare at that last comment and sighed. “I met somebody that wants to get his powers back.” He finally admits. “I’ve been working on getting him to join my crew too.” He watched you put away your belongings in your storage closet. “I’ve even…started training him. Well..sort of.” He hoped that the tension would help him get close to you again. “Yet. You couldn’t make the time to come see me?” You asked, walking to turn off the kitchen light. He sucked his teeth and sighed. “Hey. I said I’m sorry.” He watched you close the closet door. You walked past by him and he quickly reached out to catch you — like he always does. but, sadly failed. “Women are such nit - pickers.” He mumbled, side-eyeing you as you walk to your bedroom.

“Jeez.” You left him sitting in the darkness. He rested his head on the shoulder of the couch and stared up at the ceiling. “What a feisty one.” He mumbled, lifting his head up and staring at the light coming from underneath your bedroom door.

He sat there for a while. Contemplating whether he should end this 1-year relationship or not. “Tch.” He got up got a drink from your wine cabinet in the kitchen. When he was done, he took off his black leather jacket and threw it on the couch. “She’s too important to me.” He muttered, remembering the first time he met you in the World of the Living at a bar, being his first emotional support, and claiming you as his lover, as he walked to your bedroom door.

In the lamp lit room, You were reading a book while you laid in bed. Silently, hoping he’d get out of your apartment. However, the sound of the door knob turned. You heart dropped but you remained silent and continued reading the book as ginjo walked in the room and closed the door behind him, gently. He slowly crawled into the bed and laid his head on your tummy. The sounds of you turning the pages rang in his ears as time went by. You couldn’t see him, but he looked calm as he did, relishing the way his head was risen and falling from your stomach. He forgot how much he loved it. You make him feel so calm. He took a deep breath and sat up and slid your night dress up. You stopped reading and stared at the paragraph. Suddenly, you felt a pair of soft lips graze your stomach. You lifted up your book and watched ginjo pepper your stomach with gentle kisses. He gently touched your skin as he did — kissing your sides and then sliding the fabric up below your chest to give it a few pecks too. You shyly lowered the book down as he did and blushed. You love him. You really do. But, he can be a piece of work sometimes. Distracted by your thoughts, he gently pulled the book down and saw your beautiful face as he puts it down to the side. Your dowey eyes looking up at his dark orbs. He smirked. “Peek a bo-“

“Ginj-”

“I’m sorry.” He cut you off. Your held your breath. “For not…telling you where I was and what I was doing, when I had so much time to spend with you.” He said lowly. “Can you forgive me?” You continued to look at him, searching for sincerity in his eyes. He was being exactly that. Apologetic. You nodded. “Hey. I need you to say something.” He pointed. “We have to communicate, right?” He chuckled. You giggled softly. “I forgive you, kugo.” You smiled shyly. He hummed and lowered himself and his lips met your own. Your lips smacked against his softly as he melted away his apology to you. It went on for a while until your hand rested on the back of his head and the other on the back of his broad shoulder while he kissed your neck, lovingly. Your body felt so warm beneath him as he did, shutting your eyes to relish the warmth of his lips grazing neck and down to your panties. He slid the material down to your feet and threw it behind him.

“I think…I forgot how you taste.” He said jokingly, massaging your legs gently. He smirked at your shyness as he lifts up your legs and spreads them apart and pushed them back a bit, and then lowered his head down to your pretty pussy. Your eyes shyly glowered as he did until it quickly widened when you felt his warm thick lips drop a few pecks right on your puffy lips and then leaving a soft kiss on your clit.

“U-Unh!” He dipped his hot tongue in between your folds and slid it up to your clit. You were quivering instantly. he applied pressure on the appendage and glides through your puffy pussy. You stomach pulled in and you twitched when he slowly flicked his tongue on your clit. Again and again, before he mouthed your entire flesh and kissed it deeply. “Mmm.” You whimpered, watching him kiss your throbbing pussy side-to-side, deeply. The deep kissing sounds rang in your ears as he went back to kissing it roughly. Your deep pants echoed in the room as he did his task. He pushed his mouth deeper onto your pussy; you were feeling his hot breath brush your skin and your lips trembled as he ate you up, deeply. “Ugh.” He looked so focused in his face, giving your pussy all the attention it needs. Purposely getting drunk by tasty pussy while his eyes were shut. “K-kugo.” You said breathlessly, shyly bringing your dainty hands down on his head. “Oh.” You sighed, your fingers trembling in his hair when he open mouthed your glistening pussy, lovingly. The deep kissing sounds were very lewd but it all felt so good to feel. His orbs opened and he looked up at you as he did. Sharp brown eyes piercing your own. Like you’re his prey. Your eyes looked so glassy while you looked at him. “Haa…haaa.” You breathed deeply, watching the hot muscle circle your clit slowly with enough pressure — glistening in the dim lit room. He pushed your knees up to either side of your chest and spat on your pussy. He smirked as it dripped down on your cunt before he leaned in to swirl his tongue on it. Spreading it all around your pretty pussy.

“Ah…ah..” you choked on your moans, gripping his shoulders while you were twitching under his iron grip on yours legs. “Uuuunnnh.” You slurred, shutting your eyes and pushing your head deeply into the pillow when he circled the tip of his tongue on your clit, dangerously slow. You choked pants were music to his ears as he continued to make you cry in pleasure while fondling with your throbbing clit. your hand was gripping your pillow and the other was clawing his shoulder as he explored your pussy. “Agh!” You twitched, pushing your hips up to his hot mouth. “Fuuuck.~” You moaned breathlessly, your back arching while he devoured you. He pulled back. “You like that, huh.” He chuckled, licking his lips. He went back to his task and started flicking your clit, feverishly. You whimpered. “Oh fuck.” You said breathlessly, You felt like you were about break in half. You gripped his wrists for some kind of control and your hips jolted up to his mouth and your head pushed back into the pillow again. “K-kugo.” Your heavy gasps filled the room as he devoured your pussy. “Unh!” You groaned heavily, suddenly grounding your hips to his mouth, getting closer to your release. He pushed your legs even closer to either side of your chest. Your toes clenched beside his head relentlessly — getting cramps. your legs were aching from his iron grip digging into your skin. The sucking sounds mixed with your moans and his crafty tongue, made you shiver — feeling the impending rush of your release coming sooner. Your chest rises and falls until, “O-o-oh! You cried, suddenly releasing the fierce rush of relief traveling around your body and down to your pulsating clit. “U-u-ugh!” You hissed, cumming and twitching as the appendage was still swiping your clit, feverishly. Trying to move away from his iron grip, “Ah! Ku-g-unh!” You groaned, you couldn’t stop yourself from quivering. He pulled back with a loud wet pop from your clit and licked his bottom lip.

You panted heavily. He brought your legs down gently and you winced. Your legs were aching from being on either side of your chest. He started massing your inner thighs as you cooled off. You shyly brought your arm up to cover your eyes. He chuckled. After a few minutes, he crawled up to be eye-level with you. He gently moved your arm away from your eyes but you turned away from his gaze. “Why are you so shy.” He gave a throaty laugh. He tilted his head to look at you. “Hm? Tell me.” He said, lowering his head to look at you closely. You shyly looked at him and his lips wrapped around yours softly. You cupped his face as he did — tasting yourself while both lips danced and smacked against each other, passionately. “Taste good?” He whispered softly. You looked away from him again and he chuckled. He then kissed down to your neck softly while your hands rested on his shoulders. “Let me just...” He leaned back and took off his tank top and threw it on the floor. You watched his abs flex effortlessly. He leaned over and caressed the sides of your waist and kissed your soft lips. And, before you knew it, your world tilted on its axis. “W-ah! Yelp!” he was suddenly beneath you. Straddling him, your cheeks felt hot and you pouted. “Still shy, baby?” He held on to your hips, laughing at your expression. His smile is so big and bright as he did. “Hm?” He stopped in his tracks when felt your weight shift above him and our lips were on his again. You kissed him deeply. Cupping his face as you did. In the middle of the deep kissing, he outstretched his arm to open your drawer from your night stand. His fingers searched for a condom. You heard the crinkling sound of the item and you broke the kiss and gently pulled it away from his fingers — dropping it back into the drawer. “Are you still—” he raised an eyebrow; but you hummed in agreement. “I’m on it.” You spoke softly. “Hm. Alright.” His hands slid under your night dress, kneaded your ass gently as you started grinding on his erection hidden under his black jeans.

“Ugh.”

“Mmmm…”

His deep and rough moans echoed through the room with your soft pants. The bed creaked steadily as he bucked his hips against you. His hands rested on either side of your hips while he thrusted into your core. Your hands on either side of your head and your legs dangling in the air, you moaned as you watched him fuck you. Your body rocked up to his gentle pace. Your breasts bounced around in his peripheral while you felt them respond to his deep controlled thrusts. Slow and steady. “Unh.” You moaned softly, relishing his cock stroking your walls so well and poking your spot, gently. His grip on your waist made you feel so putty while your assets bounced to his ministrations. You watched his thighs smack against your own — listening to gentle sounds that it made. As well as the sound of his cock entering in and out of your sobbing cunt. It made your body flutter. “Ahhh.” He sighed deeply, feeling your walls squeeze around him. You smiled softly at the remark and you outstretched your arm and rested your hand on his neck — caressing it, gently. He chuckled and leaned over to kiss your soft lips, lovingly.

Your other hand moved up to rest on his neck while you kissed each other lovingly. He expertly worked his hand hands up to rest underneath your knees and hid his face in your neck. You gasped when he started leaving wet long pecks on your smooth skin while he rocked your body. “Unh.” You moaned, stretching your neck to give him room and grounding your hips up to get him deeper inside your sobbing cunt. “Ah.” Your pulse fluttered when he kissed your favorite spot over and over. You gripped his biceps and rolled your hips up to meet his controlled thrusts. The squelching sounds echoed as you did — his glistening cock sliding into your core lovingly as it ranged in both of your ears. “U-unh.” You cried, the fluttering sensations traveling through your body while you were pushing your hips up against his with good measure. Your head deep in the pillow, the squelching sounds from your cunt echoed in between you two as you relished the way his cock was stroking your walls, as well as his toned pelvis brushing your clit so well. “Mmmm.” He moaned against your neck — feeling your walls fluttering around him. He lifted himself up and increased his pace. He looked down at you deeply; listening to the quick skin slapping sounds mixed with the wet noises. “You feel so fucking good, baby.” He praised you, looking at your flushed face.

After a while, you were straddling him. You lifted yourself from his thick length, lovingly. Your soft hands sliding on his broad chest as you rolled your hips. You watched him. His eyes were shut as he relished the deep sensation of your pussy hugging his thick cock and his head rocking up against the pillow. “Uuughh.” His deep open mouth groan made you clench — making you increase your pace. He bit his bottom lip and hissed. “Ahhhh.” He sighed heavily, sliding his hands up to your waist and up to your breasts as you did. The bed creaked from your ministrations. You applied more weight on his chest and rolled your hips roughly on his cock with so much need. “Unh!” You hiccuped, titling your head as the tip poked your spot. You breath hitched when he rolled his hips up steadily to meet yours. Pushing his cock deeper whenever you rolled it back. “Oooh.” You sighed softly, your ass lifting up from his small yet deep thrusts as you did. He slowly opened his eyes and grinned at you. He shifted his legs apart and pushed his feet in. “Like that, baby.” He groaned thickly, gripping your hips and rolling his up to your sobbing cunt while he kneaded your breasts. His deep strokes made you feel putty from the way your body was bouncing on his cock — his deep controlled thrusts taking you in with him. “Mmmm.” You whimpered, your head falling back, letting him fuck so good. He smirked at the way you started to feel putty again. Your tits bounced in front of him as he did.

Soon after, the heels of his feet digged into the bed and he began slamming his cock into your core with good measure. “O-o-ooh.” You choked, quivering and clenching his cock as thighs slapped the back of yours. “Uuuuugh.” He groaned thickly, pushing his head back against the pillow, his hands resting on your hips to anchor you as he increased his pace. The quick yet steady skins slapping echoed in the air with your sticky arousal as he entered core, passionately. “Shit.” He hissed, quickly looking down at his quick strokes entering your sobbing cunt. “Ahhhhh.” He breathed out heavily, looking up at you deeply, quivering in his hold. The bed suddenly started slamming roughly against the floor, feverishly.

He pulled you down to his chest and grabbed your ass while he thrusts into your cunt, deeply. “Oh yeah.” He sighed. “Squeeze me…ugh.” He hissed heavily. “Y-yeah like that.” He whispered closely to your lips, slamming into your sobbing cunt. Your glassy eyes looked into his dark orbs as you breathed in his face. “Listen to your pussy taking me in, baby.” He mumbled deeply. You looked drunk in front of him. Holding on to his shoulders for dear life, you were getting rocked by him, roughly. “Ugh.” You groaned, already leaking your own fluids on his cock. “Just like that…Yeah.” He praised lowly, feeling the warmth fluids dripping down his thick length. “M-mm.” You stammered, pushing your head back while he had you in his tight embrace — still gripping your ass. “Ooooh…gawd..” you moaned, your hair falling in front of your face messily, throbbing when the tip poked spot. Over and over. Your walls started trembling and he sucked in his breath from the sudden feeling.

“Yeah…YEAH.” he growled thickly, feeling your pussy pulsate around his drenched cock. He smacked your ass roughly to reward you. “Cum on it, baby.” He encouraged you, slamming into your core feverishly that the mattress squeaked relentlessly. “U-unh!” You choked on your moan, getting closer to your release. The squelching sounds bounced off the walls. You walls kept trembling while you felt the fluttering sensations flowing in your body. “Awh!” You groaned, the quick rush of relief rushed through your body and your pussy that you were cumming. “U-uuunnh.” He stammered, pushing his head back against the pillow, thrusting deeply with good measure. “Ha-a! H-ha!.” He choked on his breath, his hips twitching as cums in your cunt. “Ugghh.” He growled, his eyebrows deepened while he cummed.

Completely flushed out, you watched kugo look in between your glistening bodies. He gave a few slow thrusts — looking down at his cock covered with white fluids. You cupped his face and kissed him softly. Both lips smacked each others gently while he caressed your glistening back. “Shit.” He slid his legs down on the bed and dropped his head back on the pillow — relishing your plush walls squeezing around his cock again. “You can’t get enough of me?” He chuckled. “Mm.” You moaned, cupping his face as looked you down at him. He chuckled and gave a few slow deep strokes to cool off before pulling his cock out your cunt. You whined. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He teased, tapping your ass and then reaching out to turn off the light on the night stand.

10:15AM

“Mm.” You felt the ray of sunlight on your eyes as it pierced your white curtains. You grunted when you tried to open but to no avail. You sighed and moved closer to kugo’s neck. Hiding your face from the unwanted “alarm”. You kept yours eyes shut for just a few minutes — wanting to be close to him still. His body felt so warm against you. You felt the rise and fall of his chest while you to his calm exhales. You felt safe in his arms. After a few moments of snuggling with the unconscious man, you sighed and sat up on your side. You rested on your left elbow as you watched him sleep next to you peacefully. You couldn’t help but brush his cheek softly as he slept as you admired his state. You leaned over and moved his wavy bangs to the side and left a soft kiss on his forehead before getting off the bed. Your blanket fell down your bare chest as you were getting off the bed. Once your foot reached the floor, you felt a hard surface on the bottom of your foot. You looked down and saw that it was your forgotten book. “Mm.” You grunted, stretching your arms up and tiptoeing to release some of the tension in your body. A gratified sighed left your lips and you looked around your room. His clothes were all on the floor including your night dress. You picked up his clothes and carried them to your washer — leaving his tank top out for you to wear, which was too big on you. It smelled of his cologne which you love. You turned on the washing machine and headed to the bathroom to do some of your morning routine in his top, rubbing his scent on you.

11:00 AM

You sat on your couch and drank your coffee while you observed your living room, quietly. You heeded the sounds coming from the shower in the bathroom as you did. A few minutes later, he walked out of your bedroom and towards you— bare chested with his x-shaped pendent around his neck and wearing his black jeans, unbuckled. “Mornin’” he leaned over to kiss your cheek. “Morning.” You said softly, looking at his natural shaggy hair. “I made coffee. It’s on the counter.” You looked up at him. He hummed, turning on the tv and sat down next to you with his arms resting behind your shoulders. “What?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “Your hair.” You observed it. “I like it this way.” “Oh.” His fingers combed it back. “M’gonna comb it back anyway.” He chuckled, looking at the tv screen. You pouted.

“Kug—”

Knock,

Knock.

“Hm?” You turned to your door. He frowned and stared at the door. “I’ll get it.” You told him as you put your cup on the table and got up. Hell no. He got up and put his hands in his pockets and followed you closely as you walked to your door, and then stood by the steps of the genkan. You opened the door slowly and —

“Ah! Well… Good morning, Miss y/n ~!” The voice came from an old woman.

It’s your neighbor.

“Oh. G-good morning, Chiyo-san.” You bowed your head and smiled softly at the lady. Although, you were hiding your form behind the door. The old woman lives below your unit. Kugo side eyed the person as he stood next to you. “Mm. I came here to see if you were okay y/n.” Your head titled. “This is for you.” She brought up a bag and handed it to you, smiling. Kugo’s stared at the bag and raised an eyebrow. He can’t trust anyone. Not even an elderly woman.

“Eh?” You reluctantly took the bag. “What’s this for?” You looked up at her, concerned. “Hmmm.” She looked at the bag, trying to retrace her thoughts. “Oh. I happened to pass by a convenience store earlier this morning.” You raised an eyebrow. “There’s nothing to be worried about ha ha.” She chuckled at your confused expression. “I’m just looking out for you is all. We all have our moments. Right?” “R-right..” you didn’t know what she was talking about. “I hope you understand. Stay safe.” She winked. “ T-thank you?“ and, you closed the door. “What’s that?” He eyed the “mysterious” white bag, following you to the living room. You shrugged. You placed it on your kitchen island and opened it.

There was quite a few things inside: chocolate, mints, ginger tea bags, green tea. You shuffled through the bag and found some odd things too. Which made you curious: therapeutic oil for muscle relaxation, aspirin —

And, a few magnum condoms deep down inside the bag.

“Huh?!” You stared at the few gold wrapped items. “What’s wrong?” He leaned over your shoulder. Your face suddenly turned hot. “W-why would she…” you stammered, staring down in the bag in surprise. Suddenly you remembered. She lives one floor below you. “Oh my god” you whined, hiding your face in your palms.

She heard everything! This is embarrassing!

You wanted to run into a void but kugo wrapped an arm around your form and pulled you back to his chest. “Oooh.” He said, raising his eyebrows at the gold wrapped condoms inside the bag.

“Heh.” He said, smirking at your reaction “Didnt know you had somebody looking out for you while I was gone.” He teased, “you should be grateful.” He added, selfishly grabbing a few mini chocolate bars from the bag

“Hey! They’re mine!” You pouted.

“Don’t get too spoiled now “ he chuckled, holding most of it up in the air. “Kugo!” You followed him back to the couch. “By the way.” He eyed your form — looking sexy wearing his wrinkled tank top and your perky nipples poking through the fabric, while he popped a Kisses chocolate in his mouth. “What?” You asked the greedy man sitting in front of you. He looked down up you, smirking. “What?” You asked again, blushing as you watched his smirk widen. When suddenly, he pulled down to his lap. “Ah!” He slid his hands under the fabric and chuckled. “The shirt isn’t going to take itself off.” He said deeply, caressing your bare ass, gently.

11:55 AM

After a quick make out session you quickly walked out your of room in your night dress. “Here.” You mumbled, holding his top as he stood by the genkan. “Thanks.” You watched his abs flex when he puts it on and you walked closer to edge of the steps. You wrapped your arms around his neck with a soft pout. His hands rested on your waist and he looked into your eyes, promisingly. He knows. “I’ll be back.” He kissed your lips softly. “Soon.” He added. You smiled at softly at him. “I’ll bring ramen on the way back too.” He smirked. “Okay.” You said softly, giving him another soft kiss on the lips. But he gave in and gave you a few more pecks. The playful kisses rang between you two. “Can’t get enough of you.” He bit his bottom lip and smacked your ass, gently. Rewarding him with your giggles as he kneaded it.

“Oh. And don’t leave me on read, from now on.” He said.

“Mmmm. I’ll think about it.” You teased. He sighed heavily and turned dramatically to open the door. “Tch. I’ll call you, then.” He said, pouting. You couldn’t see it.

“I’d like that~. A lot!” You giggled, Watching his back as he waved at you.

Communication is key, right? He chuckled, reaching towards the end your apartment floor and heading downstairs.

“Now to make this guy join my crew…” he sighed.

End.

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homie brother hopper! | z.yeager

zeke yeager x fem!reader

!!: SMUT, vaginal sex, fingering, praise, slight degradation, zeke has a size kink, big dick!zeke, multiple orgasms, creampie, zeke’s been pining lol, use of pet names such as little one, baby, babe, slut, etc, use of Y/N, use of the word ‘daddy’, mention of eren x reader.

SYNOPSIS; you’re so sad after your boyfriend, eren, dumps you out of no-where, but you know his older brother is the only person who understands you and can make you feel better!

Knock, knock, knock!

Zeke furrowed his eyebrows at the sudden noise at his apartment door—he definitely wasn’t expecting anyone at this hour and in the horrific rain that poured outside. Glancing down at his watch as he approached the door, midnight shon back up at him. Who on Earth was at his door at this time of night?

“Who is it?” He called out, his voice low and intimidating, expecting anyone dangerous to soon flee at the sound of his gruff voice.

“Z-Zeke?”

The sound of your whimpering voice forced an eyebrow to shoot up on his face as he slid the lock open and pulled the door open.

And what a sight for sore eyes welcomed him as he did so.

His little brother, Eren’s, girlfriend was stood before him—hair soaked from the rain, dress see through and stuck to your shivering skin, eyes red and swollen as you pouted, sniffling loudly.

Zeke couldn’t help but smile as he leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms against his chest as he eyed you up and down.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Can I come in, please?” You ignored his question, eyes peering up at him from where you stood so small compared to him, a desperate yet disappointed look on your face.

Zeke knew he’d probably get in trouble for this considering you were his little brother’s girlfriend, but he swung the door open wider for you to enter, watching as you shuffled quietly inside his apartment.

You stood awkwardly in his living room, unsure on whether to place your damp body on his couch as you dripped droplets onto his carpet.

“‘M sorry for coming unannounced.” You squeaked out, your voice shaky as he stared at you intently, “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Zeke cocked his head at your words—was Eren not one of those people? His mind worked rapidly as he attempted to figure you out as you shivered heavily, your teeth chattering loudly.

“Wait there.”

You did as you were told—not moving a muscle as Zeke exited your view, padding towards his room. The room fell silent as you eyed up your surroundings—you’d only ever been to Zeke’s apartment a handful of times with Eren when they wanted to hang out, but you enjoyed being here. Zeke kept everywhere neat and tidy in his space, unlike Eren’s messy and disorganised apartment which stunk of weed and smoke, unlike the fresh, baby powder smell and expensive cologne that rang through the room.

“Here.”

You jumped, not expecting the tall blonde to have returned so quickly as you pondered. Zeke stared down at you with a small smile as he extended a large, white, fluffy towel towards your shaking frame.

Sighing happily, you accepted his offer and wrapped the warm material around your body, relief filling your system at the change of temperature.

“And a shirt and some sweats I found. They’ll be massive on you but better that than what you’re in currently.” Zeke joked, placing the pile of clothes on his coffee table next to you.

“Thank you.” You mumbled, as your eyes flicked from the clothes to your brother-in-law, “Will you turn around for me?”

“Oh, sorry, yeah, of course.” Zeke rotated his body, now facing his kitchen as you giggled.

You slipped the wet dress from your cold body, along with your bra and panties, feeling suddenly embarrassed that you were now naked in your ex-boyfriend’s brother’s apartment in the middle of the night.

Unbeknownst to you due to your naiveness to the layout of Zeke’s apartment, the kitchen window provided a perfect mirror in the dark night to which your naked frame could be seen. Luckily for you, only an outline of your nakedness could be seen, for if it could’ve, Zeke’s cock would’ve grown fully hard, now only resting half-hard and twitching at the sight.

“You can turn around now.” You informed him, Zeke doing as he was told, his eyes falling on your frame being drowned by his clothes, “Thank you, again.”

Zeke shushed you, “It’s no problem at all—anything for my little brother’s girl.”

The mention of Eren sent a pang of sadness to your chest as you were sorely reminded of the horrible evening you just had. Your lip wobbled, eyes brimming with tears as thoughts of your day clouding your mind.

Zeke didn’t take your sudden silence unnoticed—he eyed you up as he watched as a single tear. slipped from your eyes. Your hands flew to your face, covering it as you sighed loudly into your palms, taking a seat on his couch abruptly.

Zeke debated just staying where he was—but, he couldn’t leave a pretty girl on his couch in distress.

He took a firm seat next to you—arm resting on the back of the couch as he got comfy, admiring your hunched over frame, “Talk to me.”

The comforting words shot straight through your heart as it thumped against your chest, suddenly feeling ready to rant away as he confirmed his willingness to listen.

“He dumped me.”

The words shocked Zeke as they left your wobbling lips. He knew his little brother was prone to playing around with girls for his personal gain, but you were only one to last this long—a year to be exact. He truly thought Eren had fallen for you—he changed for you; took you on dates, bought you flowers, paid for your expenses like your nail and hair appointments, took care of you like a proper boyfriend. Something he’d never done for other girls—but, now he had you acting like all the others.

“Oh, Y/N.” Zeke mumbled, “I really am sorry.”

He hated the way he felt like he was lying. Zeke had always liked you the most—more than any other girl Eren was entertaining. You were by far the most beautiful, and sweet, too, which made you more desirable than some of the other nasty bitches Eren had introduced to him. You were loyal, caring and extremely loveable—but, ready to protect your man no matter what the cost. Zeke also loved the way you would do absolutely anything for his brother, which by extension, meant him, too. He’ll never forget on his birthday, when Eren dropped by to give Zeke his gifts, you were there too.

“Happy Birthday, Zeke!” You exclaimed, a pretty smile on your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck, on your tip-toes as you hugged him.

Your hug took Zeke by surprise, his hands reluctantly snaking around your waist to return the hug, trying to ignore the way your breasts pressed perfectly against his chest as a waft of your delicious perfume hit his nose.

“Let the man breathe, babe.” Eren’s low voice from the couch forced you back to your normal height, an embarrassed blush spread across your cheeks.

“Sorry, Zeke.” You mumbled, toying with the hem of your skimpy, short dress.

“‘S alright—come on in.”

You did as he told you and shuffled inside the apartment, taking a seat next to Eren, on the edge of the couch. Zeke noticed you always did this—whether you were in the comfort of your own apartment, at a party with them both or even at a restaurant—you always stayed perched on the edge of your seat, almost begging to be asked to assist your boyfriend. So desperate to care for him and do anything he asked of you—it made Zeke admire you so much more.

“Y/N, grab me and Zeke a beer, will you?” Eren asked, planting a loving hand to your thigh before you shot up from your seat, heading towards the kitchen.

“‘S okay, I’ll grab ‘em—I’m up anyways.” Zeke decided.

“No, don’t worry, Zeke, I’ll get them for you.” You beamed up at him as you walked past him, the smell of your fruity shampoo filling his nose, inciting a twitch in his cock in his suddenly tight boxers.

Zeke sighed breathily as he took a seat next to his brother as he flicked between channels, settling on a sports game he couldn’t focus on as he watched you pop two beers open with your teeth—the simple act bringing a bead of aroused sweat to his forehead.

“There ya go, baby.” You spoke, handing your boyfriend his beer as his eyes stayed fixated on the TV, offering you a quick ‘Thanks’, before you turned to him, “And for the birthday boy.”

“Thanks, Y/N. You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.”

Jesus.

Your obedience must make Eren feral—he loved that in a girl. Clearly it ran in the family as Zeke was biting his lip in order to stop himself getting so hard he’d have to kick his brother out the room and get himself in trouble.

Zeke snapped back into reality, pushing the memories of his birthday to back of his mind as he eyed you.

Your silence pushed him to speak more, “Did he say why?”

You scoffed, lifting your head from your hands, “Apparently I’m too needy. What a joke!” You exclaimed, “He said he needs space and that I need to leave him alone for a while.” You laugh angrily, “Personally, I think it’s just an excuse to go fuck someone else.”

Zeke didn’t want to lie to you—but, you were probably right. Eren probably got cold feet at how far you’d gotten in your relationship that he kicked back into his old ways by default—a creature of habit, as they say.

“Unfortunately, Eren’s always been this way.” Zeke explained, lolling his head to the side, “But, you’re different, Y/N, I can tell. He’ll come running back once he’s realised he’s being an asshole.”

You giggled at his insults, “Yeah, he sure is an asshole.” You fell silent once again, your face dropping back to a frown, “Do you think he’s fucking anyone else?”

Zeke pursed his lips into a line, unsure of what to do. He didn’t know whether to shield your good heart from the harsh truth or be honest with you.

He sighed loudly, pulling his glasses off his face, rubbing the frames on his shirt, and placing them back on the bridge of his nose in silence, “No, I don’t.”

You frowned further, turning to face him with a pout, “You hesitated, Zeke. Please don’t lie to me.”

Now, Zeke didn’t know for certain Eren was sleeping with anyone else. But, due to his previous actions, he knew it wasn’t unlikely.

You pouted further at his silence—feeling suddenly nervous. On the other hand, Zeke tried to contain his smirk at your face, he loved you like that. All pouty and sad—you looked so cute when you were upset.

“I’m not, little one,” He informed you, reaching up to pull on your bottom lip; the nickname raising a blush to your face as you smiled against his fingers, “There’s that pretty smile—that’s what I like to see.” His words forced your smile to widen, “I don’t wanna see these pouting again, okay?” He told you, swiping his thumb across your lips.

“Yes, Zeke.”

Your willingness to be so obedient pushed the tent in his trousers to grow even bigger than when he was pervertedly watching you through the window.

“Come here.” Zeke whispered, opening his arms wide, “Come give your brother-in-law a hug.”

You bit back from telling him that he was no longer your brother-in-law, but you didn’t care anymore, only retreating from the edge of the couch and into Zeke’s side, snuggling your head into his chest as you curled up into a ball next to him. His hands wrapped around you, one rubbing your arm comfortingly, and the other playing with your wet locks, twirling it around his fingers playfully, which he knew you loved.

So much so, that you let out a relaxed moan, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling, snuggling deeper into him, your manicured hands resting gently on his t-shirt. Zeke mentally cursed himself as his eyes rolled back at the sound of your enjoyment—your quiet moans and hums of pleasure filling his ears.

“Oh, Zeke, that feels so good,” You whispered as his fingers scratched at your scalp, the seemingly innocent words of praise you gave him sending shockwaves of arousal to his cock as it twitched desperately in his boxers, begging to be dealt with.

“Yeah? You like that?” He was almost teasing himself by adding another sexual innuendo to the mix, continuing to scratch your head, his fingers curled in your hair.

“Mmm, yeah. So good, baby.”

Your eyes shot open at the nickname that left your mouth unwillingly. You gasped quietly as his hands fell from your hair, now resting so close to your ass as you sat up, hands covering your mouth in shock, trying to ignore the way he smirked devilishly.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I said that.” You mumbled against your warm skin, swallowing thickly.

Zeke chuckled, pressing a large hand on your back, rubbing his hand up and down the soft surface, “‘S alright. I didn’t mind it.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words—he didn’t mind it? At you calling him ‘baby’? You cocked an eyebrow at him, lolling your head to the side in confusion.

“Come on, Y/N. You can’t be that oblivious?”

Zeke’s words rang loudly in your head as his big hands trailed around your body, pulling you back closer to him, one now resting on the comforts of your clothed thigh.

“W-What do you mean?” You questioned, nearly trembling at the anticipation as his palm trailed your thigh dangerously slow, your chest rising and falling quicker than you’d care for.

“You know,” His voice was low and gruff, even his whisper sounding manly, “You’ve always been my favourite girl he’s ever been with.”

Your thighs instinctively rubbed together at the praise, crushing his hand in the process, bringing his attention towards your need for friction. Zeke couldn’t help but smirk at your poor attempt at some action, chuckling lowly as he pushed your legs open.

“He’s so mean, isn’t he? Leaving you all lonely and desperate for some love, hm?” Zeke spoke, running a teasing finger up and down the inside of your thigh, testing the waters, as he peered over the tops of his glasses down at you.

Your pearly white teeth were sunk deeply into your bottom lip, once jutting out in sadness, now sucked into your pretty little mouth in excitement as you nodded up at him. One of your hands gripped the side of his shirt as his thick fingers teased you.

“Zeke, please.”

Your desperate, whiny voice shot a spark of arousal between Zeke’s legs, his mouth falling slightly slack-jawed as he eyed your face—your eyebrows twitching in anticipation.

“Please what, little one?”

“Please touch me, Zeke, please, wanna feel you.” Your pleas of pleasure were enough for Zeke to push his joggers off your body and to the floor, pushing your exposed legs open, revealing your bare pussy—slick and throbbing as his hand hovered over you.

He wasted no time in sliding his fingers between your folds, a small gasp pushing past your lips as you both eyed his fingers gathering slick on his digits. Before he killed you from anticipation, he slipped two long fingers into your hole, revelling in the way you whined loudly. His fingers soon picked up a pace as he hummed happily to himself at the feeling of your ever-growing slick collecting at the base of his fingers and dripping down his knuckles.

“You’re so wet, little one, all from one touch? So fucking slutty.”

The derogatory term only forcing a blush onto your cheeks as Zeke hit the spongy sweet spot inside you that had you moaning his name in the air, arching your back off the couch. Zeke pushed your leg, repositioning you so your back rested against his chest, as he pushed his shirt up your body, revealing your perky breasts.

You couldn’t help but mewl out loud, your body writhing on top of him as he curled his fingers inside you, abusing your G-spot, as his other hand pulled and palmed your nipples, adding to the intense pleasure that surged through your body. Zeke released his fingers from your twitching cunt, ignoring your huff of disappointment, only to be replaced with a cry of pleasure as he strummed your clit feverishly.

It only took a dozen seconds before the coil in your stomach twisted and turned in excitement. ready to snap, “Z-Zeke, ‘m close!”

“Already? You really did need your brother-in-law to make you feel better, huh?” He teased, his voice as slick as satin in your ear as your hole clenched around nothing.

“Mhm, needed you, Zeke, need you to make me cum!” You whined, lolling your head back on his shoulder, panting like a bitch in heat.

“If my little brother hadn’t broken your little heart tonight, I would make you earn the right to cum on my fingers.” He whispered, his beard tickling your ear as goosebumps rose on your skin, “But, since you’re such a desperate little slut who needs some love, I’ll let you cum just this once.”

Your toes curled as you could almost taste your orgasm, stars forming in your eyes as you neared your finish, “Yes, yes, yes, please, Zeke, please, daddy!”

“Oh, daddy, now, am I?” He chuckled, adding extra pressure to your clit as he rubbed concentrated circles to your throbbing nub, “You dirty girl.”

His filthy words were enough to send you over the edge—Zeke having to hold you against his warm body as you twitched and writhed as your orgasm thrashed you around, your whole body consumed with pleasure as you creamed for him, crying his name out loud.

Zeke didn’t fuck around when it came to a pretty girl cumming for him—before you’d even finished cumming he was pushing his joggers down to his ankles and rolling you onto your back, whimpering and crying for him.

You soon whined in annoyance as his fingers slid back inside your creamy sex, huffing and puffing in disappointment. Pulling on his waistband, you fucked yourself on his fingers, trying to quicken your pace as he scissored his fingers inside you.

“Gotta stretch you out, baby.” He informed you, pressing a kiss to your ankle as he held your legs apart, “Gotta make sure I don’t ruin you.”

“But, what if I want you to?”

Fucking hell.

Zeke could’ve cum from your words as he bit back a groan of excitement, his cock practically begging to be touched.

“Please, Zeke, wanna feel you so bad. Want you to fill me up, better than he can.”

That was enough for Zeke. He pulled his achingly hard cock from his boxers, tip angry and red and leaking pre-cum—he was so fucking horny he couldn’t see straight.

You were in awe at the sight of his dick—so long, and thick, you were sure he was twice the size of Eren. Eren was big, sure, but Zeke was huge. No wonder he wanted to prep you.

“Not regretting turning down my offer to stretch you now, are you?” He teased, prodding his tip at your entrance as he gathered your slick over his length, jerking it over himself, as you ogled at his cock.

You shook your head, your heart thudding in your ears as Zeke pushed his glasses up his nose before pushing your legs further apart, in a V-shape, before pushing his tip past your thick lips. Strings of curses and moans left your lips as he pushed further inside you—his cock moulding your walls to the perfect fit as he bullied his way towards your cervix.

“So fuckin’ tight, shit. Let me in, little one.”

His hips reached your ass as you heaved, your eyes squeezed shut when he bottomed out. Zeke swallowed thickly, his dick twitching as you clenched around him. He’d never felt pussy this tight and wet before—a memory of Eren telling him how good your pussy was filled his head.

Zeke slowly pulled out of you, only his mushroom-headed tip staying inside you as you whined at the loss of fullness, before he snapped his hips forward—filling you back up again with a grunt. He let go of your legs briefly, letting them fall, before you wrapped them around his waist, pushing him further into you using your heel. The sound of your needy whines and cries of his name, along with the slapping of his already tightening balls against your ass filled the room.

“So full of you, Zeke!” You cried, your nails dragging down his back as his tip kissed your cervix with each stroke, earning a groan into your shoulder as he licked and sucked at the skin of your neck, “‘S so fucking big!”

“Yeah, take it, baby, take my big cock like the good sister-in-law you are.” Zeke whined into your neck, licking a stripe up to your ear lobe, “Such a good girl.”

Zeke couldn’t believe he was doing this. The distant thought of his little brother pushed to the back of his mind as you squeezed him so perfectly and moaned his name like your life depended on it.

“Jesus Christ,” He mumbled as he sat up, his pace never faltering as he pushed a large hand on your tummy, groaning at the way he felt his fat cock ramming you through your warm skin, “So fucking little compared to my big cock, huh? Your little pussy’s struggling to take me, isn’t she?”

You nodded frantically—tears pouring from your eyes, now from pure pleasure instead of sadness, “Mhmm, but—aah! but, she loves your f-fucking big dick, daddy!”

You were fucking insatiable—so greedy for cock it made him so unbelievably hard. He panted heavily as he pulled one of your legs over his shoulder, deepening his stroke, upping your moans another octave as you were practically screaming at his pace.

“Fucking needed this little pussy for so long.” He admitted, feeling his orgasm approaching quicker than any other girl he had sex with. Your tight pussy and fucked out face pushing him over the edge.

He reached between your bodies, his fingers crawling down your stomach to your folds, rubbing circles against your clit. Your moans picked up again, throwing your head back against the couch, your nails digging into his back even further, stirring Zeke on.

“‘M so close!” You cried, threading your fingers through his blonde hair as you pressed your hot, sticky from sweat tits against his heaving chest as he abused your sensitive nub.

“I know, baby, come on. Give to me, give it to daddy.” He purred, pressing hot-mouthed pecks to your lips as you whimpered against his mouth.

“Always loved you Zeke—mhm! Always wanted you inside me.” You cried as your second orgasm of the night hit you like a truck, your back arching into him as you came, “Always thought about you when he fucked me!”

Zeke couldn’t hold on any longer—the sound of you admitting you loved him and that you thought of him while Eren fucked you had him spilling himself inside you. He collapsed slightly on top of you, holding himself up slightly on his elbows as his pace slowed down ever so slightly as he groaned loudly, panting like a dog as he pushed his load deeper inside you, ruining your pussy into a sloppy mess just as you asked.

You both panted against one another, the smell of sex clouding the air as you swallowed thickly, a blush forming on your face as the memories of the past half hour flooded your brain.

Zeke was first to move as he slowly slipped his softening cock from your twitching walls, a rim of white, milky mess coating his cock. He watched with a smile as his cum dribbled from your entrance onto his couch—he couldn’t even bring himself to care as his eyes landed on your perfect body; sweaty, hair still wet yet messy, flushed cheeks and a cum-filled pussy all just for him.

“Come on, little one.” He tapped your thigh, eliciting a jump of surprise from your weak body, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Zeke fulfilled his older brother-in-law duties as he cleaned your tired body, wiping the sweat and cum from your body as you slumped against him in the bathroom while he pressed loving kisses to any part of your body he could. He dressed you in his attire once again, only managing to get his t-shirt over your body as you refused to lift your aching legs, earning a laugh of pride from Zeke as his ego etched further up the scale.

Knock, knock, knock!

Zeke furrowed his eyebrows from the couch, like he did a few hours prior at your presence at the door as you cuddled up next to him. Zeke, now smirking at the idea that crept up into his brain, looked down at you.

“Would you get the door for me, little one?” He asked, testing your obedience, like his brother once did.

You shot up abruptly, your ass flashing him from underneath the large t-shirt as you edged towards the door, attempting to flatten your frizzy hair as Zeke chuckled at you as you opened the door.

“Hey, bro, I need to talk to you, me and Y/N broke—Y/N?”

Your eyes widened as you stood before your ex-boyfriend, a confused and shocked expression plastered on your face as your half-naked body, messy hair and hickey-covered neck greeted him like a fat slap in the face.

Zeke stood up from the couch, sauntering to the door, “Hey, little brother!” He waved, smiling happily despite the situation at hand, already chuckling at the joke he was about to make, “You know Y/N, right?”

i heart the yeager brothers

[satorucest]

tw: scars, low self esteem, satoru has the best wife ever, angsty with comfort ig :’), i love him <3

no one talks about how if satoru survived the battle, how insecure he’d be of his scars.

he never cared about his looks much before — he was good looking to the point he didn’t require putting much effort into his appearance. but now it was as if he was staring back at a stranger every time he looked in the mirror.

he was used to the stares, it was expected having uncommon features such as his. it’s not every day you encounter someone with naturally snow white hair and icy blue eyes . . . but those looks were different now — he could feel it. they weren’t gawking because he was devilishly handsome, they were doing so because he was terrifying to look at.

what was once before a mixture of awe and lust and heck, jealousy — was now pure pity and disgust — disgust directed towards him of all people. satoru gojo, the strongest, was being sympathized and looked down on by random people on the street. he couldn’t stand it, so he stopped leaving the house.

he’s never felt this self conscious in his life besides the day he asked you to marry him. it’s gotten to the point he’s unable to glance at his own stomach where he had been split into two every time he takes off his shirt, can’t stand to see the x shaped cuts littered all over his body, and most of all, the worried eyes of his sweet wife when he slips into bed in a long sleeve and sweats where he used to sleep naked by your side.

he doesn’t like when you touch him now, he doesn’t like when you so much as look at him too long either. satoru tries to act like it doesn’t bother him, pretends as if he isn’t averting his eyes from your piercing gaze, ignores the quivering of his lip as if he’s about to burst into tears any second, hides the shaking of his hands the best he can by balling them into fists — but you see it, you see it all, you see him, your husband, not something ugly as he makes himself out to be.

he thinks his behavior isn’t obvious, brushing it off with a strained curve of his lips and a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, but you know when there’s something wrong with the man you married, your other half. and as if your soul can sense it too, it breaks you. satoru loved going out and hated staying in, but now that’s all he seems to do these days, scared to show himself to the world and be put under those judgemental stares once more.

you do everything in your power to show him you think the very opposite. not a single spot on his body remains unclaimed from your lips, not one area denied worship in your eyes. how can you make him listen when you say that nothing else in the world matters except you and him? how you find him just as attractive as the day you met him, that you wish to make him forget those marks on his back exist by replacing them with your very own with your nails, clawing them into his beautiful skin because regardless how he feels about himself, he never fails to show you just how much he loves you each and every night? to show him and the rest of the world how your satoru is far from ugly?

you can’t pretend the whole situation hasn’t been hard on you, the whole game of avoidance he’s playing, not permitting you to love on the man you married, not allowing you to see all of him. you want your stubborn satoru to know that no matter what he thinks, you’ll always love him, cherish him, hold him, desire him, and want for him. he may not get the same love from others like he used to, but he will always get it from you, and he’ll learn to give it to himself again too.

[amostimprobabledream]

Bleach Men When You're Crying

I crumble completely when you cry~

Shinji Hirako:

Oh. Fuck.

Shinji tends not to be around crying people terribly often. The Vizard are a hardy bunch who accepted their unjust fates with an admirable amount of resilience and resolve. Generally Shinji is used to people who express themselves via anger over tears - Hiyori, Kensei, Ichigo, etc…

Thus, you crying may draw him up short. Whether you just have a suspicious wetness to your eyes or you're full-on sobbing, Shinji just stands there, a bit of a loss of what to do. Should he let you cry it out? Hug you? Offer to let you punch him until you feel better? Hide in the bathroom and blast jazz? The weepiest person he knows is Hinamori and even she doesn't cry in front of Shinji even if she has every reason to.

Eventually he gets over his discomfort and he tries to talk to you about it. "O-oi, c'mon, it ain't that bad…" His attempts to be comforting are clumsy but you still appreciate that he's trying. He's a pretty empathetic guy even if he doesn't look it with that deadpan expression he often has.

Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez:

What the fuck is this? Why are you making that annoying noise? Stop it, it's pathetic.

Look, I'm gonna level with you, Grimmjow is not going to immediately feel any kind of pity or empathy for you if you start crying. He's a Hollow, they're not wired that way. Where he comes from, the world is built on strength and showing "weakness" is an invitation to be killed. Initially, he'll be a little disgusted by your tears.

However, if you are important to him and you're upset, he will do something about it. If you're crying because someone else gave you a hard time, well, they can just kiss their ass goodbye. If it's because you're overwhelmed, he'll remove you from the situation. He prefers to have something to do over knowing what kind of words he's supposed to say to get you to stop. (He tried "Stop that" and "Knock it the fuck off", but unsurprisingly it made you cry harder.) He'll glare at you as you cry, but much like a cat who won't let you touch it but insists on staying in the same room as you, he won't leave your side. If you're crying because of him being…well, Grimmjow, he'll refuse to apologise, but you can tell he feels bad because he follows you everywhere at a distance. Eventually he gets sick of the heavy silences and just crushes you to his chest.

He does have a pronounced sadistic streak - again, typical for a Hollow - so yes, he is the kind of guy who finds crying in the bedroom hot. Not all the time because he chafes against boredom and routine, but let's say he's indulging in some predator x prey roleplay and you oblige him by letting him hunt you and shedding some tears of terror as he corners you? It gets him off, he loves having prey cowering at his feet. Don't worry, though - you'll be rewarded by orgasms. Many of them. And he won't stop until you do.

Shuuhei Hisagi:

The biggest pushover, honestly.

Shuuhei already gives you everything you want, this man cooks and cleans for you, but tears? Tears?? He cannot cope. If it's because of a movie or sad song, he'll anxiously ask if you want him to turn it off. If you're frustrated, he'll offer you so much to get you to feel better. If it's because of someone else, he'll get angry on your behalf and offer to go confront them then and there.

If you're crying because of something he said/did, it depends on what the subject was. Hisagi is pretty whipped when it comes to someone he's dating but he is a responsible, capable person as well as being a goofball. If it's something he doesn't feel strongly about, he's likely to apologise to keep the peace, but other things he'll stand his ground more on - he doesn't want to just apologise if he doesn't think the situation warrants it. He won't be dismissive or rude about it but he'll suggest you both take time apart to cool off. In particular I can imagine getting upset with him for his continued adulation of Tousen even after all the shit he pulled, or Hisagi putting himself in danger.

Ultimately it's a pretty healthy relationship though and he doesn't want to be in an argument with you for long. He simply wants you to be happy and safe, so seeing you upset is deeply upsetting to him too, but with communication there's not much you can't solve together.

Kensei Muguruma:

Kensei is one of those stereotypical guys who will argue with you all damn day and actually lowkey enjoys it if you match his energy and shout back at him. He's of the opinion that confrontation is necessary and if we're being honest, he enjoys a good argument every now and then. It clears the air and means people aren't sitting on a list of grievances.

Crying, though? That pulls him up short. He won't admit it but there's something sort of adorable about how you look when you're either trying not to cry or crying. He can't explain what it is but it makes him feel extra protective of you, even if you're crying for a small reason or if it's because of something he said or he's just being difficult. If you're crying because of Kensei, he'll scoff and double down at first, insisting he is right, you are wrong, end of! But in truth he hates seeing you sad more than anything so once his temper has cooled off he'll be more willing to discuss things maturely. He isn't great at verbal apologies, but he will either give you a bone-crushing hug or he'll cook you your favourite dish by lieu of saying the words.

By the way, do NOT try to manipulate Kensei with tears. If he thinks you're faking crying just to get out of an argument or being scolded, he won't take it well. It can be tempting to sometimes use dirty tactics to get him to back down, Kensei is difficult to reason with him sometimes, he's a very stubborn dude, but just be open with how you feel and he'll listen. He may be gruff and short-tempered but Kensei's a good guy under his aggression.

Oh, and if you're crying because somebody else thought it was a good idea to give you trouble, he is punching them through a wall. Nobody gets to make his brat cry!

Jushiro Ukitake:

Ukitake is a sensitive old soul. His empathy and compassion is one of his key characteristics. He's not going to be pulled up short by tears or be uncomfortable or embarrassed. Many of Ukitake's subordinates have cried in front of him, usually because he's such a calming presence that people tend to feel their barriers coming down in his company. He likes to chat to his subordinates and allies over tea and sometimes they end up telling him about something that's been bothering them and the tears happen. It's a common joke in Thirteenth that having tea with Ukitake is more effective than a confessional.

Ukitake has a solution for seemingly everything. He's been around for a very long time and he's often had to reel in Kyoraku and be the sensible, reasonable one beside him or trying to talk down some of Yamamoto's more militant strategies with running Soul Society. He hasn't always been successful but he's very grounded and wise.

He can be a little wishy-washy and too nice for his own good. He's one of those people who tries to encourage you to be positive or not to let your grudges/anger/etc cloud you, which is sound advice but not necessarily the most wanted or practical for when you just want to vent or indulge in your unsavoury emotions. Sometimes you might cry either because Ukitake is so kind it can be frustrating seeing other people take advantage of it and you're upset on his behalf, or sometimes he can unintentionally make you feel bad for wanting to vent and don't want to rise above it right now.

Of course, he's horrified by the thought that his own goodness might make you feel bad in comparison to him. He'd list the qualities he admires in you and assure you he doesn't think less of you for having bad thoughts or dark feelings. They may be shinigami, but you're still human. He'll (predictably) offer you tea and invite you to sit beside him as you watch the koi pond together.

Ulquiorra Cifer:

Crying confuses him. Ironic considering that he already has those tear markings on his face, but when you first start crying he's all up in your business and touching your face like he's examining a scientific sample.

He thinks there's something attractive about the way you cry, the way your eyes shimmer and the way it collects in your eyelashes and the change in your face. Not so much if it's the "heavy gulping and snot" variety, but you get what I mean. The vulnerability, the "weakness" of it interests him, it's not something he's accustomed to witnessing and once Ulquiorra has seen something with his own eyes, the more he wants to know about it.

He demands an explanation for your tears and probes you about it. You may end up so distracted by his questions you stop on your own, or you may cry harder because he's overwhelming sometimes. Ulquiorra will touch your face, brushing at the curious wetness on your cheeks. Though he's intruiged by the sight of your tears, your distress becomes…bothersome. If you're crying because of him, Ulquiorra is stubborn and will be condescending and tell you that he is right and your irrational emotions just don't understand. Which is, you know, typical Ulquiorra but I don't blame you for wanting to punch him. He has a lot to learn about feelings.

Eventually he'll cup your face, stare deeply into your eyes with his unsettling green ones and command you to stop it. Though his tone is flat as always, his touch is oddly gentle for his standards. And whatever it is he said/did to upset you, you notice he doesn't do it again after that.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi:

Oh dear.

Mayuri is another one who simply isn't around crying people much - Nemu never utters a word of protest despite how horrible to her he can be, he suspects Akon does not have tearducts and in general his squad are good at rolling with the punches (or bombs). To see you crying is a bit of a curveball - you'd have to be made of stern stuff to put up with this man's bullshit on the regular, so he's rather intruiged by this new development. He's mocking and abrasive about it too, like, "Oh? Has your emotional imbalance completely eroded away any common sense in you?"

He'll "helpfully" suggest giving you an injection of some mood-boosting pills or offer you a sedative. The latter might be of some use if you're overwrought and need to sleep it off, but in general, Mayuri is focused on the practicalities of how he can solve sadness instead of giving you any emotional comfort. Which isn't unexpected, and he knows you know he isn't the kind of person who is going to let you cry on him. If you're crying because of something he said/did specifically, he gets sooo defensive and insists you're overreacting and then flounces off in a sulk. The more petulant his response, the more upset he actually is. The next day, he'll give you some tsundere compliment about how your latest work "wasn't lacklustre", which is close to an "I'm sorry" as you're ever getting.

What he does do besides mockery and drugs is dissect your problems as easily as he would a specimen on his lab table. If you say you're crying because of an unpleasant encounter, he'll ask why you're giving even a single thought to someone with the intellect of a passing moth. If you're sad because of doubt or uncertainty, he'll reason it away with ease. Funnily enough, by the end of the conversation, he's verbally shrunk your problems down so small you wonder why they ever bothered you at all.

Kenpachi Zaraki:

Another one who is baffled by crying. Kenpachi is surrounded by hard-headed, burly men obsessed with fighting all day and a little girl who didn't even cry as a baby. I think if anyone in Eleventh Division cried in public they'd probably be thrown out. But there are exceptions to rules, and you're one of them.

Like Grimmjow, Kenpachi is all about action and wanting to solve whatever caused the crying. Somebody gave you shit? They will no longer have a spine. You're overwhelmed/stressed? He'll make you take a nap and probably take one himself while he's at it. If you're watching a sad movie or something, he's a little confused about why you're watching if you're getting sad, but when you explain you need to feel your feelings and there's nothing wrong with crying, he'll let you get on with it.

If you're crying because of him, specifically, he'll roll his eye at you and tell you to stop being so melodramatic and get the fuck over it. Kenpachi isn't particularly prone to introspection and he usually does whatever he wants - only a very small amount of people can make him do anything he doesn't want to, so he isn't often made to be accountable for his actions. However, when it becomes clear that he's hurt you, he stops being so dismissive about the matter. He may like to fight but making you cry isn't something he enjoys, unless it's you crying over how big his dick is when you fuck.

He's not good at this touchy-feely bullshit, but he hates that sad look on your face. He'll offer to let you cut him, or suggest you give him a good punching until you're satisfied, which is the honourable thing to do by Eleventh Division standards. If you ask for some physical affection, he won't decline. It's actually quite soothing being crushed in his muscular arms. He's another one who struggles with "I'm sorry", but you can feel it in what he does.

Izuru Kira:

Kira's no stranger to feelings of sadness. With all the shit he goes through, he becomes a melancholy man, embodying the Third Division's insignia, Despair, and the horrors of war. He isn't phased by other people's sadness either, even though usually his friends are the ones trying to cheer him up.

He knows it's important to get your feelings out and he'll sit with you, bringing you tea and letting you vent. He's not overly touchy-feely but if you want him to hug you or whatever, he'll oblige.

If it's due to an argument or something, Kira is inclined to brood and mull things over, probably hurting even more over hurting you. He doesn't want to be that person. He can be quite blunt and lash out sometimes, but Kira's a very loyal person and he knows how much it sucks to be hurt by someone you trust.

He'll get a little clingy himself and mutter an "I'm sorry" into your shoulder. Though he's not violent by nature, if somebody else was upsetting you, he'll be sure to have stern words with them.

Gin Ichimaru:

This bastard man probably makes you want to cry out of frustration very regularly. He's a tricksy, sneaky snake with a caustic tongue and razor sharp wit. Gin knows your weakspots and it's probable that unlike some examples, you crying was very much his fault because during his customary playful needling of you, he hit a sore spot and you lost it. Gin knows exactly how to get into people's heads.

Even if he intentionally said something hurtful, though, Gin isn't as cold or psychotic as he likes people to believe he is. When someone he loves gets hurt, he will go to any lengths to enact vengeance. He purposefully pushes people away from him because he knows being around him gets them hurt. However, even if he was poking at you and hit you with something hurtful, he was expecting you to bounce back with insults of your own. It's an odd brand of tough love, but this time he's fucked up and he knows it. His smile fades on his face.

Of course, he just can't let you know how much he cares. So he'll say something in his customary facetious way, like, "Aw, waterworks now, hmm?" and then he'll cup your face and tilt your head up. "Now, now, don't cry. Honestly." And then the bastard fucking licks the tears off your face and kisses you. Like, a deep, passionate kiss. You nearly collapse because he doesn't let you up for air.

If it's over a movie or something, he'll tease you about being a "sensitive soul", but he won't coddle you over crying over something benign like a song or something. He thinks it's quite cute how easily moved you are, actually. I don't think I need to explain what happens if someone else made you cry. You saw what happened when Aizen made Rangiku cry - basically, he will annihilate that person. They will wish they had never even looked at you.