Hello, hope everyone's doing well! I've got a few things to cover:
So sorry for dropping off so suddenly and leaving this account and all of you with no notice. I had fallen out of love with writing and just got bored of the app wholly. I really do appreciate all of you - a big thanks for your interactions and feedback! It was very warming to see this blog grow. Again, so sorry for just dropping off the face of the earth.
This blog will be archived in the sense that I won't be posting or taking requests anymore, but all the posts and everything will stay up.
I am back at writing again, especially smut, now over on Tumblr. Though I'm not too interested in anime/manga anymore - more so film and TV series these days.
I won't be sharing my new account publicly - I don't really want to make a whole thing of "hey, I'm alive after 4 years of silence, please flock to my new account." So I'm not promoting it here, but if you're curious, just message me and I'll share the user.
Again, thank you all so much for your feedback and interactions! It genuinely means a lot to have had so many people enjoy my work, even if it was simply thirsts for characters. Like wow, was I horny back then. Though not much has changed - still equally as horny. 🫶
Stroking Uryu’s cock quickly and earning little moans every time you grip quite tightly. His wrists strain against the bindings, as he bucks his hips into your hand. Realising that biting his lips doesn’t even do much, he just gives up on hiding his pleasurable sounds.
“Mmm, ahh!” He groans harshly at the feeling of your teeth sinking into him. You bite softly in an area, before moving to another, littering his neck with red marks. As you quicken your pace on his cock, you trail your mouth down to his chest. Swirling your tongue around one nipple, and Uryu shudders at the sensation.
Amused with the response, you play with his sensitive chest, relishing in the way he even arches it towards you. The hand on his cock feels precum drip onto the sheets, and soon Uryu’s volume slightly increases. Having hardly ever felt this sort of treatment, he seems to be reaching his orgasms quicker.
“Pl-ahh, mm!” Interrupting himself, Uryu swallows his words with his moans, and continues jerking his hips into your hand. He’s becoming so desperate from every orgasm you deny, he feels like his mind’s going to blow.
“What was that, Uryu? Were you going to say something, like beg me?” You ask teasingly, a dangerous smirk looking up at him.
“No, no-ngh, ah!” To this, he shakes his head. Never will he go so far, as begging you, a damned Soul Reaper. Though, letting you tie him and toy around with his body like this, did mean he’s gone pretty far.
That doesn’t matter now, though. All that does is the fact that he needs to cum right now! Uryu’s whole body is surging with heat, and his moans are out of control. Fuck, he might just beg yo-no. He won’t.
Just when he reaches his high, you quickly pull your hand away. You laugh loudly at the pathetic man jerking his hips into the air. Uryu digs his head further into sheets, silently crying at the feeling of being denied for the nth time. You return to toying with his chest, and slightly hear mumbles of pleas. Looks like you’ll still have to push him harder.
Making Shuhei pay with his body for his motorbike's repairs, and now he's bent over your table writhing in your hold. Grabbing his waist, you slide your strap/cock into him quickly, pushing straight to his prostate. Eyes rolling back, he relishes in the pleasurable feeling surging through him due to you.
Ahead, through a small crevice, he can see another mechanic at work on his motorbike, making his face flush red. How risky this is! Shuhei tries to say coherent phrases, but all that's let out are loud moans and whimpers.
"Keep quiet! Do you want my co-workers to walk in on this?" You whisper at him harshly, while punctuating with your thrusts.
He shakes his head quickly, but eagerly grinds his hips to your thrusts. Shuhei claws at the wood when your strap/cock pushes into quite a sensitive spot, and arches his back. He groans deeply at the feeling, as his volume quickly increases.
"Huh, well you wouldn't mind if my co-workers caught you like this?" You slow down, earning several whines from him. "All fucked out like this, when I haven't even done much, wouldn't it be a good show?"
Putting two and two together, Shuhei realises what your words soon mean. He squirms in your grip, quickly trying to push himself to his orgasm. But, you're going too slow, it's like it's on purpose! Your strap/cock moves gradually through his ass, not even bothering to fuck him properly.
He wants to moan out for your, but the setting is really getting to him. Shuhei falls limp onto the table, whimpering quietly for you to go faster. His ignored cock dribbles precum onto the floor, and take into some account. Smiling to yourself, a little plan forms.
"If you want to cum, beg for it, loudly." You order Shuhei sternly, to which he cries out harshly. "Don't hold back, because, oi Kira, come over here!"
Laughing quietly, the lieutenant below you gulps in fear and excitement. He tries a final time at grinding his hips down onto you, before hearing the creaking of a door.
Using a vibrator on Shinji and bringing him to every orgasm, making him cum all over himself. He moans lowly, throat aching from screaming in frustration. Sliding the toy on his length, you laugh from above as he squirms in his seat.
"Ple-Please, slow down!" He whines, as you increase your speed. Thighs aching to close, and head lolling back, he feels another orgasm reaching. "I'm going to cum, please!"
Gasping loudly, his eyes roll to the back of his head. Pushing the toy down onto him a final time, you fuck Shinji into his nth orgasm. Moving the toy away, you let him catch a small breather before thrusting it back onto him. At this, he bucks his hips at the stimulation.
"Ma'am/Sir, s'too much, please!" Trying another time, he begs for your mercy, aching for you to stop.
But, above, your cruel smirk increases down at him. Fuck, you're not even bothered to touch him yourself. Shinji does want you to touch him, but then you wouldn't stop jerking him off. These two thoughts drag his mind into an utter mess, as you fuck the toy on him mercilessly.
Pulling on long-haired fuckers to guide them up and down your cock. They're red in the face, with tear-striken cheeks and hazy eyes, but continue sucking you off as you please. If they're sloppy with their work, you just buck your hips into them, tip hitting the back of their throat. Letting out choked gasps, they glare at you for the sudden movement. But in return you just, grab at their hair and pull them further up your cock.
Or, gripping tightly onto their hair, and pushing their mouth further into your cunt. You relish in the way their tongue laps up your juices. Humming in delight, you pulling at their head to grind their face against you. Muffled moans can be heard from your partner, maybe even some whines, when you tug slightly harder than usual. Pulling them back and quickly gazing into their loving eyes, better suffocating them against your cunt again.
Con : cat-hybrid; overstimulation; toys; mirror sex;
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• A/N : Once more from other acc 🧍♀️.
Legs spread, mouth agape, Renji cries out for you to stop pushing him towards another orgasm again. With a sharp flick of your wrist, you slide the sleeve up his cock, focusing it fully on his red tjp. His hands claw at your arms, and he flings his head onto your shoulder.
"Ple-Stop! Can't ta-take no more, Ma'am/Sir!" He pleads in your ear, as another fresh set of tears prick his eyes.
“Yes you can, kitty.” You reply in a sultry manner, while sneaking a hand to stroke his ears. Renji trembles upon touch. “Just keep facing forwards.”
Slowly Renji trains his eyes on the mirror ahead, gradually taking in the embarrassing image of himself the reflection holds. His legs shaking nonstop, while his hips buck upwards, into the sleeve. Matching his hair is his blushing face, that contorts in pleasure at every little stroke and pinch you give to his ears. How cute! His whimpers break into a louder volume, as your strokes begin to get rougher above.
“Oh, do you like this, kitty?.” You whisper in his ear, biting the shell, before moving the sleeve away from his cock, as his hips begin to stutter. You think out loudly. “Your ears are so sensitive, do you think you can cum from me playing with them?”
Renji shakes his head, mind quickly going blank from the stimulation on his head. His cock spurts cum, from the previous round of the sleeve, sticky liquid pooling between his legs, displaying a slutty image in the mirror. His moans know no end, as you laugh lightly and ruffle his ears. So fucking sensitive, you think, as minutes later, precum begins to dribble.
“Kitty, can you really cum like this?” You ask sneerily, not caring about his shaking thighs, and whining pleads.
Big, big thoughts on fucking Yumichika slow, while applying his makeup. He tries his absolute hardest to stay still for you, but your strap/cock just feels too good inside. He stares at you adoringly, how thoughtful of you to care about his beauty, even while doing such dirty things! Each thrust just drags your strap/cock through his hole, barely touching his prostate. He mutters little pleas at you to go faster, and make him cum. Though, you just take them into account and grab his chin harder.
“Ple-Please, move faster!” Yumichika whines for you to go faster, taking matters into his own hands and grinding down. Stuttering hips start to slide on your length - he’s getting too impatient. Moaning loudly each time your strap/cock pressed his prostate, he wraps a leg around your waist for a better angle.
“How can I go faster, Yumi? I don’t want to smudge your makeup.” You tell him. In reply he whines rather loudly, earning a quick hard thrust to his prostate, making him choke on his moans.
Placing the lipstick down, you fumble your hand to the side for the makeup bag. Yumichika whimpers desperately, and grinds his hips down. If you weren’t going to do it, then he will. He tightens the leg around your waist, pulling more of you inside him. His cock bobs against your groin, precum dripping onto your clothes. He bites his cheek at the feel of his orgasm rising, and quickens his movements on your strap/cock.
You pay hardly any attention to what's happening below, just focusing fully on blending the powders. But it seems that it’s affecting Yumichika a lot. He keeps moving, shutting his eyes, biting his lip, it’s all ruining your work. Once he reaches his orgasm, you best know that it would be harder to apply.
“Don’t you fucking dare cum.” You spit at the whining mess under you. Fuck, how can he become so undone so quickly? “Do you really want to mess up your makeup?” You continue, glaring at him.
“No..” Yumichika mutters quietly, wronged eyes completely avoiding your stern ones. He tries to speak up, but is abruptly interrupted. “I don- ahh, mmm!”
Again, you give another quick thrust up into him, pressing quite harshly to his prostate, almost pushing him into his orgasm. Yumichika swallows back several moans, and slowly blinks back tears - he doesn’t want to mess things up any more.
“If you do cum, you’ll ruin your makeup and my clothes, how fucking selfish.” You sneer at him, and grip his chin harder, forcing him to look at your strict gaze.
Con : hair-pulling; cockstepping; blowjob (receiving)
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• A/N : just reposting from @lvyino onto here too.
Grabbing his head, you push your strap/cock further down his throat, making him gag. Pulling on his hair, you slide Byakuya up and down your length, not bothering about the whines flying out of him. Spit slobbers his chin, dripping down onto his bare cock . His knees bore into the floor, as you pick up the pace, thrusting into his mouth as you please.
Small tears brim at his eyes at the very feel of your strap/cock sliding through his mouth, pushing down to his throat. Byakuya’s hands grip onto your legs, tightening at each thrust to the back. Not giving up on his pride, he tries to stand his ground. He glares strongly at you for the ‘rough’ treatment, but you just smirk down at him.
“What? Can’t handle this? ‘Kuya, you’re so weak.” While laughing down at him, you move your strap/cock fully into his mouth again, enjoying the face Byakuya makes when you do so. His eyes, slightly glaring, lose their focus and a brightening blush floods his face. Losing the grip on his hair, you lean back into the chair, letting him go at his own pace for a while. He meekly licks your tip, before taking you in fully.
Groaning loudly, your hips begin to buck, and so you grab at his hair again, forcing your strap/cock deep into his mouth. A muffled gasp leaves Byakuya at the sudden change, but he quickly realises your actions. His fingers dig into your thighs, as you cum down his throat. Breathing sharply through his nose, he swallows it all and looks up to your ‘satisfied’ gaze. Or so he thought. You stare down at him plainly, while using his hair to slide his mouth off your strap/cock . Fucking down his throat sure is fun, but you want to break him down harder, since the prideful fire is still glinting in his eyes.
For a still moment, he scans over your face, trying to predict your next move and react accordingly. Yes, this is embarrassing, the position, the face-fucking, the whole image of him being the only one fully naked. It’s all a huge stake in his stupid ego, but, shit, does it feel so good. Byakuya would’ve never thought he would be getting off on being used like a toy.
“Wh-Ah!” He yelps in surprise to the touch of your heel on his bare tip. Since he was too deep in thought, you snuck your foot in between his legs. At first you lightly traced the length, before starting to test the waters. Byakuya’s thighs tremble at the sudden pressure on his cock, as he tries to squirm away.
“Stay still.” Upon hearing your stern voice, he tries his absolute hardest to not move and widens his thighs for you. His eyes dart to the side, not wanting to look up to your damned smirk, Fuck, he shouldn’t be enjoying this so well, he needs to stick to his pride.
Sneering down at him, you press your foot against his cock rather roughly, before grinding it down. Byakuya moves his hips, softly, to your actions, before becoming more desperate. He opens his mouth to let out shameless moans, but you quickly take the chance. You push your strap/cock back down his throat, relishing in the choked gasps that leave him.
Pressing down on his strap/cock, while fucking his throat, you grin down at the mess of a once prideful man. He humps your foot like a dog, and opens his mouth wider for your strap/cock. Byakuya can’t hold them back anymore, salty tears seep out of his eyes, as your strap/cock bulges down his throat. The pain on his cock is getting too much, but he feels like he might as well just cum from it. Every time you jab your foot down, he jerks his hips up to chase the pleasure. Each rough thrust into his mouth just makes his cock harden even more, pushing him into more pain, and he fucking loves it. Shit, what have you turned him into?
Big thoughts on slowly fingering Rangiku, as she rants about her day. You rest your head in the crook of her neck, kissing and biting your way round. When your fingers curl into a certain point, she lets out a sharp gasp, and her arms around you, pulling you further in.
As she reaches her orgasm, you move a hand to fondle her breasts, to which Rangiku moans loudly. At this point she doesn't care if anyone hears, she just needs to relax and forget about everything, and thankfully you're here to do so.
Cum coats your fingers, and you momentarily pull them out to rub her clit, before pushing them back in. Rangiku stutters in her story, due to the very feeling of pressure bubbling inside her again.
Pumping your fingers in her cunt sloppily, you feel yourself getting wetter/harder at the very sight of her writhing under you.