꒰ bleach ꒱ › soft & sleepy dry humping with jūshirō.
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moonlight spills through the parted shoji doors, bathing the tatami mats in it’s weak silver light. soft moans—more reminiscent of sighs—startle the repose of your shared private quarters: a sensual cry for relief in the dark. naturally attentive to your every need, jūshirō stirs from sleep before you, a swathe of fresh, white sheets wrapped around his form to fend off the night’s chill. he admires your scrunched up face and the uninhibited noises that escape your mouth as your dream overwhelms you.
it’s not long until you slowly rouse. the indicative stickiness of your unconscious thoughts lies between your thighs, but in your groggy state this is disregarded in favour of chasing the pleasure that’s ebbing away. your hips cant into the futon, the motion causing a slight creak beneath the weight of your want. brows knitted, lips parted, a small whine of irritation catches in your throat. this is not enough. you’re not even properly awake and yet your body knows what it wants—what it needs. him.
with a smitten smile on his face, jūshirō watches the scene unfold—responding to your unaware display by palming his cock. you wriggle and call out his name in a voice raspy with sleep and arousal. he strokes your hair, tucking the sweat-plastered strands behind your ear. you breathe out a content gasp, his touch igniting the heat inside you. you grind against the futon with even more intensity.
“are you dreaming of me, sweetheart?”
despite his voice barely rising above a murmur, it interrupts your trance. your eyes open wide to meet his own: both of your pupils’ dilated—a reflection of each other’s desire. embarrassment sinks in and uncomfortably warms your cheeks, so you divert your gaze from his. a pang of guilt twists your insides at the diligence of the man beside you: a sick man who still caters to your every whim, disrupting his own chance at a needed rest just to ensure you’re satiated.
he grips your chin carefully, as if the wrong action might shatter you like glass. he refuses to allow you to entertain that inkling of guilt. “no need to be shy,” he whispers. “it’s just me. just us.”
now all too conscious of the slick seeping from your sex, you nod in response to his earlier query, abashed. his smile broadens at this silent admission and he pulls the sheets away from your body. your sleep yukata is hiked around your hips from all your squirming, exposing the molten mess between your legs. effortlessly, he pulls you onto his lap, your arousal staining the fabric of his own sleepwear. still partially exhausted, he’s only semi-erect—but his bulge hardens as it becomes the new target of your delirious grinding. his arms encircle your waist, drawing you into his chest so you’re flush against each other, hearts racing as one.
hips increasing their pace, you whine into the crook of his neck. “‘hirō—gonna cum already…m’sorry.”
“that’s okay. it feels nice, doesn’t it?” he presses a kiss to your forehead. “you’re doing so well. cum just like this for me.”
jūshirō’s tender praise induces your first orgasm of the night. wetness blooms between the barrier of your clothes, fabric clinging to your crotch like a second skin. as the euphoria subsides, your hips roll mindlessly against him for a while longer, then still. panting slightly, you nuzzle deeper into his neck, inhaling his scent to anchor your thoughts to him.
with your body relaxed against his, he carefully rolls on top of you, securing you into position against the futon. after untying the knot around your waist, he peels the yukata away from your skin, breath shuddering as the material parts to reveal your nude form. he drinks you in with an almost pained, hungry expression—what has he done to deserve this?—but you notice the torment he tries to disguise, and reassure him by capturing his lips in a brief yet loving kiss.
reverently, he pulls away, fingers rubbing your jaw. you blink up at him as he says, “you look so beautiful.”
you giggle appreciatively at his compliment, stare fixated on him as he trails kisses down the valley of your breasts—white hair cascading past his shoulders and tickling your skin as his teeth graze the sensitive buds of your nipples before he travels lower. the light residue of his saliva leaves a path all the way down to your mound, which he gives an affectionate kiss.
the adoration in his green eyes never wavering, jūshirō supports himself on his elbows, his fond smile transforming into one of awe at the view of your soaked pussy. “hm…you’re so worked up,” he says playfully, casting you a mischievous grin. “who made you feel this way?”
to emphasise his words, he runs the pad of his thumb over your clit, making your hips jerk. he presses his palm flat against your abdomen, pinning you in place. the adoration in his enlarged pupils never wavers. your eyes squint shut as he collects your release on his tongue, deftly tracing your puffy folds with maddening precision, then spreading them apart with his fingers to catch a glimpse of your pulsing entrance.
trembling, you muffle your whimper into the pillow beside you. “you, jūshirō,” you keen. “please stop teasing me…”
jūshirō instantly takes pity on you. inserting a finger into your hole, his eyes darken at the way your own roll into the back of your head from the pleasure. “i’m going to take care of you,” he promises. “there’s nothing you need to do. just be a good girl for me and i’ll give your body what it needs.”
He loves to watch the way his cock slides between your folds and slips his head inside, your slick gathering around his shaft.
The way you squirm and arch anytime his tongue is pressed against your clit, lapping up all of your arousal, your hand on his head in a poor attempt to push him away from your overly sensitive pussy.
But he adores it all, watching with a gaze heavy with lust and so much love, he could never get enough.
So when he has you stomach down ass up on the bed, he can’t help but take in how good you get wet for him, cream gathering around his base from how good he’s making love to you this long.
He brings a hand to your back to lower you, having you lay on the bed flatter than before as you feel completely stuffed at this angle.
Before he even starts to move again, you’re already squirming, his large hands on his hips thankfully keeping you still for the most part as you look back at him, completely flushed with pleading eyes.
It was like it was all too much, how stuffed you felt, considering he was far beyond average compared to any other man.
He knew you could take it, and yet here you were, a hand of yours finding a bundle of sheets to grab onto like you couldn’t.
Perhaps it was too much, but he stayed calm. You two had an understanding of your boundaries, given your safe word before starting anything whatsoever, so he knew if you truly wanted to stop, you’d make it clear.
Yasutora couldn’t help the way his cock twitched from meeting your gaze, such a submissive expression written all over your face he couldn’t help but feel himself harden even further, if possible, exhaling out a heavy breath.
Hovering over you, now flat on the bed he allowed himself to come down to your level, chest to back as he was as close as he could be.
It was suffocating, smothering, just how you liked it.
Not enough room to squirm around, but just enough to breathe, trapped underneath the weight of him.
Watching you carefully, he maneuvered an arm forward to hook underneath your neck in a chokehold, his muscles holding you just enough to keep you there, but not enough to squeeze.
He kept you smothered underneath him entirely now, the sweat of his chest on your back while he was pressed skin to skin, as he liked how soft the skin of your ass felt against his.
Letting you adjust, he slowly started to move and thrust himself forward, knees bent against the bed while he slotted his cock in and out, creating lewd, wet sounds as his cock kissed your cervix.
He felt so deep inside, pressure in your stomach from how far he went, but you didn’t mind it, letting your head fall to the pillow as you surrendered entirely.
Seeing how you could take it, Yasutora angled himself in a position where he could move quicker, suddenly filling the room with slick plap plap plap’s as he changed the pace.
The angle had you seeing stars, eyes widening from how deep he truly was hitting you at these speeds, beads of water pooling in the corner of your eyes as you began to feel overwhelmed.
You cried out his name , earning a small hum of acknowledgment in return as he kept on.
He didn’t loosen his arm underneath your neck, keeping you still as he pounded you from behind, the room quickly getting filled with sounds of your breath and his own.
You could feel him let out every breath with each thrust as he panted by your ear, his head lowered besides yours to be as close to you as he could, occasionally lowering his head to press a kiss on your shoulder to thank you from how good you were taking him.
But the longer this went, you felt yourself grow antsy as pressure began to build up quickly, leading you to squirm further.
He watched as you reached an arm to grip again at the sheets, attempting to crawl away as he continued, fucking you forward each time his pelvic bone met your ass.
He watched you with heavy eyes, continuing his movements without a second to stop.
Yasutora went on until he felt you tighten just right, strangling his cock by your walls as he let your flesh embrace him.
He let out a deep moan, feeling you constrain him like you didn’t want to let him go, thrusting deeper to get you closer as he knew you were reaching your edge.
He watched as you tried to crawl away, squirming as he brought a free hand to snake its way up your arm, tangling his larger fingers with your own.
The bed created a lovely medley hitting the wall, your voice like the main part of the song as he managed to get you louder and louder with each push sinking himself further into your cunt.
Each thrust led to a kiss against your cervix, enough to feel the pressure of him deep as if he was in your stomach but not rough enough to bruise you.
You couldn’t take it, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let yourself surrender to the pleasure, taking all of him as his stamina allowed him to keep up.
Your clit rubbing against the wet bedsheets rushed you closer to your climax, the sensitivity overwhelming as you turned your head, nothing but whines and pants as Yasutora nodded, enveloping you in a deep kiss that tied you two together while you shook violently underneath him, crying against his mouth as it was muffled by his lips.
He kept you close, feeling you shake against him as you came down from your high with heavy breaths, hovering above you.
The tightness of your cunt had initiated his own climax, filling the condom heavily as it spilled inside you, pulling out after a few slow thrusts.
He pulled apart from you, watching you as you laid there, tuckered out, and breathless.
He had given you a moment to catch your breath as he came back with a drink to hydrate you, and a warm damp towel to clean you up, smiling as he loved to see you fall apart.
All from his doing.
It gave him a sense of pride, knowing how good he made you feel, because there was nothing better than the knowledge that he managed to give his all to you.
Synopsis: Every time Kenny gets a rare day off something happens to his wife.
WARNING: GRAMMAR, ZADDY KENNY, needy wifey, teasing, reader is ovulating, pure lazy to rough sex, f.oral receiving, breeding kink but reader is actually on protection lol, subkenny, dominant reader, fluids, good ol’ love making, squirting, penetration, messy, Kenny can get really weak from your kitty.🐱
Take your time reading and enjoy the story!!💕
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It was a sunny morning. The birds chirped happily around squad 11’s barracks. The sunlight was shining brightly every second on your side of the bed, causing you to stir.
You turned to the other side, avoiding the light. “Mmm…Ken.” You arched your back, releasing some of the tension in your body. “Ken…”, you called again, seeking his warmth. Your lips pressed against the something — assuming that it was his skin. Your brows furrowed slightly to the feeling. it was a pillowcase. The edge of his pillowcase. So, you dragged your hand across the huge bed. “Hm?” You opened your eyes slightly, the sun rays coming in your peripheral. “Ken?” You mumbled, wanting to cuddle with him but he was not in fact, not there.
Pouting, you opened your eyes tiredly. “No~” You whined, sitting up tiredly at his absence. However, the smell of delicious eggs and bacon started filling your nose.
With a sigh, your feet grazed the wooden floors and you headed to the bathroom.
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The sounds of kitchen utensils rang in the kitchen hallway as you walked by.
“Good morning, mommy!” The two kids greeted you as you stepped into the sunny lit kitchen. “Morning my loves~” You kissed your almost one-year old baby boy on the cheek. Then, you scooted to kiss your daughter and eldest son too. She was 6 and he was 9 years old.
“Mmm~ that looks yummy” You observed the slightly burnt omelette and tater tots with cheese on top. “Daddy made us omelettes for breakfast!” your daughter said, “papa has been working hard, see?!” Your son showed his plate, smiling widely as his gap tooth revealed itself. He looked just like his father when he was younger. He decorated his plate with a smiley face to show off to you. “Hmm. That looks really nice sweety~.” You praised, stroking your baby boy’s pudgy cheeks. “I see. Daddy did a really great job.” You smiled softly at the tall man with a long mane, cooking in front of the stove.
You walked towards him. “Morning, honey.” You spoke, your fingers stroking his muscly arm hidden beneath his robe as he cooked for you and himself. “Hm.” He hummed, focused on his task as he doesn’t want to burn the house. “I was worried that you left me alone in the house.” You said, earning a chuckle from him. It was sort of rare seeing him cook in the kitchen but you never stopped him from doing so. You took on the role of cooking for him when you first moved in together, and now with the three kids, it was natural for you. You loved cooking and baking anyway.
But what you really loved was seeing Kenny being a house husband for once on his rare day off. The thought made you mindlessly ghost your hand down to his big, covered length — your palm stroking it tenderly as he cooked the meal.
“Kenny…” you squeezed it slightly, making your eyes darken a bit from his size. You never get tired of it.
“Oi.” He blurted out lowly, not stopping his task. You hummed questionably, reveling how big he is underneath the fabric by still rubbing your palm against it, nevertheless. “That’s how our third kid got here.” He mumbled as he pressed the omelette down with the spatula. The sizzling spices grew louder from the pressure.
“Oh.” You giggled softly, “you remembered, Kenny?” You tippie toed and he lowered his head to kiss you.
“Ewww!”
“Get a room!”
“Oh shaddup, hehehe.” Kenny smiled at their antics.
“A-ahaha~!” Your baby boy giggled.
You giggled too. “Sorry sweeties but I love daddy so much~” you kissed him again.
The two kids shook their heads simultaneously and continued eating their breakfast while the youngest ate with his stubby fingers in his high chair — under the supervision of his older brother, of course
“Hm.” You turned to look at him, sliding your hand up to his chest, sneaking into his robe to brush his warm, broad chest. “You look so sexy while cooking for me, Kenny.” you whispered, pressing his arm in between your big, milky breasts subtly as he flipped the omelette over perfectly. You weren’t going to give up. “Let me take care of it, hun.” You added as your fingers ghosted down his chest and brushed his abs tenderly, attempting to trap him.
Yes. That’s exactly how your third baby was conceived. Right here. In this kitchen. While the kids were at the academy and he was off duty for one day. Yes. You remember that day vividly. The kitchen was a full blown mess. Pans were scattered everywhere, silverware on the floor, and you being carried from one place to the other in the kitchen. He was so greedy and so rough with you. He felt so damn good and so…lovable. Somebody would assume that a tornado had only hit the kitchen.
You were so sore you had to call out from work for two days no— almost three. Leaving hanataro to do your clerical duties. You owed him a big hug and an apology for being “sick” so suddenly. But you want to relive that day again. And again…and again.
You were starting to think that new settings offer new experiences for the both of you. The sizzling sounds suddenly filled your ears while you admired him, mindlessly.
“Quit daydreamin’.” He mumbled, adding some seasoning to the eggs before you continued rubbing his long length again.
You get extremely touch-starved whenever he’s home on his day off. You don’t have to wait until he gets home to cuddle him right away. He’s right here. Right now. You didn’t want to waste time with your hubby. Even if it was just for good ol’ love making — as it goes. You both work hard too anyway.
You hummed, reveling in how focused he is on cooking for you. “You’re doing great, honey.” Your soft praises to the large man never ceased to make you want to screw him at any given moment. He wrapped his arm around your waist to make you say it again. He’s a sucker for praises even when he’s cooking. “Looks amazing.” You looked down at the frying pan with a soft smile. He’s the love of your life; your sex drive is high but he never complained about it since he is an affectionate beast in bed too.
He’s so warm. You thought, subtly dipping your finger into your mouth and rubbed it against his nipple lightly.
“Oi”, he twitched against the soft calloused pad. “Take it easy or else.” You looked up at him, eyes half lidded when he spoke. “Or what Ken—“
“Go back to bed, y/n.” He simply ignored your advances, which is rare. “Huh?” you raised a brow, stopping your finger. He never calls you by your government name. “It’s too early for you.” He mumbled lowly, carefully placing the omelette on the silver plate.
He was about to ‘crack’ you open but the kids were still in the kitchen. But he didn’t want to tell you that. “Hmph!” You turned to the doorway and left your hubby in the kitchen.
“Enjoy classes and training today, my little dumplings~!” You said as you walked down the hallway.
“Bye mommy~!” The two said together before looking at their father in wonder.
And that you did.
You took a little nap in fact.
He knows you’re so deeply in love with him. He’s forever grateful to be with someone who loves him for being him. A true keeper. But just give him a second.
*knock! knock!*
“Oi~! We’re here, Kenpachi Taicho~!” Ikkaku yelled outside as yumichika corrected his lashes beside him . The two kids quickly got up and cleaned up their mess and placed their bowl in the sink. “Bye daddy!” They quickly hugged him. He hummed before they ran to the front door. “Oi! Ikkaku!”, he added carefully some avacado slices onto your omelette, “Yes! Taichooo~!” He stopped midway like a militant.
“Take care of them or I’ll beat your ass!” He shouted, making the kids giggle. “Haiiiii~!!!” He bowed and made his way out of his captain’s residence quickly.
After a few minutes, Kenny carried his baby boy to his crib and spent some time with him until he fell asleep. Then, he carried the two plates of breakfast after reheating it again as he walked in the hallway to his shared bedroom.
He used his toes to slide the door open gently and stepped into the room. Your back was facing him, sleeping on his side of the bed as always. “Hehehe.” He chuckled lowly as he looked at you and headed to the bed. Quietly, he placed the two plates on his night table and leaned over to your form, his right hand pressing on the surface of the bed in front of you as you slept away.
“Hm?” You turned to him as he stroked your tummy. “Kenny?” You reveled in his warmth, giving you sweet butterflies. “I brought breakfast for us.” His brown eyes looked at yours softly. You hummed, “thank you honey.” He pressed his lips against yours, sliding his hands in the deep valley of your legs as he kissed you. “Mm.” You moaned when he stroked your inner leg close to your warmth, gripping it tenderly.
“Let’s eat first.” He broke the kiss.
He didn’t forget that thing you wanted. He’d never ignore you unless he’s cooking.
A few minutes later, moans mingled in the dim hallway, coming from your closed bedroom door. “Mm~!” your trembling legs were spread eagle in the air — held down by his iron grip around your ankles. “Mm~!” You whined heavily. Kenny ate your puffy flesh so tenderly and thickly that it made you feel so weak from the his mouth watering latches. “Ahh~” you sighed, jerking your grounded hips up to his big mouth every time he sucked the fleshy skin. “Ouu~” Kenny rested his tongue on your slit, watching your fat pussy ride it.
*squelch…squelch….squelch*
You rolled your hips with good control. “Unh~…yeah..!” He stared down at the glistening flesh, heeding your sweet hisses as your fleshy slit was rubbing the thick bed of his tongue gingerly. Your trembling fingers rested on atop his head, pushing your hips up with enough pressure to feel him out more.
“Oh fuck.” You switched to dipping it into your cunt slowly.
*squelch…squelch….squelch…*
Your pussy was a sopping mess, his saliva dripping down the ring of your quivering rear.
He pushed your ankles down to the bed to feel your big clit dragging against his thick tongue. “Unh~” you sighed softly, his cock twitching from the sensations. His fingers ghosted down to your inner thighs, caressing it softly with his rough calloused fingertips, making the feathery sensations run through your veins.
“Yeah..! Yeah…!” You whispered loudly, smothering your sloppy, puffy pussy against his thick tongue. Your legs were quivering so much thr soft brushes of his fingers as you rode his mouth. “Unh!” You squeaked when he began flicking your throbbing clit feverishly. “Ken!” You whispered loudly and started rutting your pussy against the tip of his tongue. “Ha…! Ha…!” You breathed out, relishing the prickly sensations as you did.
His big cock twitched constantly by the feeling of your erect clit humping on his tongue. “Unh~!” You gasped deeply followed by a deep whine, circling your hips greedily against his tongue. “Mm~!” You tucked your lips in, gripping the sides of his head roughly. He smiled widely as you rode it so uncontrollably, feeling your clit dragging against the muscle fiercely.
The sheets shifted rapidly below your fastening hips, humping it desperately to reach your high.
“Yeah…yeah..! Unh!” You whispered and hiccuped, your body going to extreme auto pilot mode, pushing his head down deeper in between your quivering legs, your pussy pulsating frantically. “U-Unh~!” You jolted abruptly, your head falling back down to the bed weakly, your eyes half-lidded.
“Unh!” Your mouth widened and your squirted into the air, your hips twitching messily against his face. He mouthed your entire flesh willingly, “Uuunh~”, you filled his mouth with your fluids. “Uh..!” You twitched, his warm mouth was around the contracting flesh, latching onto it greedily and drinking it.
“Mmm~” he moaned and switched to sucking the juicy flesh thickly and slowly.
The thick sounds rang in the air.
“Unh~…” you sang repeatedly, caressing his hair gingerly.
“Oh~ yeah~mm~” you hissed lowly as he licked that big, sore bundle of nerves tenderly, “Unh~” your fluids were pooling all over his tongue and your puffy lips as he flicked it gently.
Your fingers scratched his scalp lovingly before he leaned back, eyeing the messy flesh, pulsating at him. “Look at that.” He muttered, licking his lips. “Mmm...” His eyes never left your pussy as he rose to his feet. You hummed and started rubbing your flesh in circles while he stared at it deeply, making you smile knowingly.
His robe shifted in between his thick fingers he untied it, making you hum in content as you spread his saliva all over your pussy, ogling his ripped upper body. Then, he untied the sash of his pants, pooling his feet. You let out a sigh of relief when his long, thick cock, surrounded by dark hairs, flung out in the air — leaking from the brown aching head.
You sighed softly, clenching tightly around nothing in front of him unashamedly.
He smirked heinously at your little pulsing hole, aching for him.
“Kenny...” You watched his shaft twitching in the air violently. You sat up, your eyes never leaving his cock as you faced it.
You gave him the filthiest blowjob a lucky man could ever get.
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“Mm~”
Your sopping cunt stroked his stiff, cock nice and slowly, reveling how hard he feels shoving it inside of you. “Awh~” you breathed out in relief, lightly bouncing your round ass on him.
“Awh yeah…” you whispered softly to him, weak in yours knees on either side of his wide chest. Your cunt felt so full of him due to the stretch — especially how huge his body is. “Mmmm~” your cunt sucked him in nonetheless,the tip simply rubbing your g-spot. “Unh~” you get shivers every time it did, digging your aching knees into the bed — squeezing him tightly.
“Mmmmm….” He moaned deeply, resting his hands on your lower back, watching you ride him nicely. “Mmmm.” He let out another hum, his eyes half lidded by the feeling of your soft, warm pussy stroking him so well.
*squelch…squelch…squelch…*
He laid there, feeling the feathery sensations prickling in his veins.
“Shit.”
*smack!*
The abrupt contact rang in the air sharply.
You giggled softly, bouncing proudly on his veiny length like a little princess. His dick was perfectly crafted. Thick, long and rough all around. Not to mention how hot it feels when you ride it.
“Mm~” you hummed lowly and kissed him softly.
*smack!*
Your lips smacked against his lightly but tenderly, listening to the soft, wet kisses of your tongues fondle one another lovingly. It filled the white noise of the room. Kenny spread his legs more slightly, feeling your arousal drizzling down his big sack. It twitched, tightening every time your cunt sucked him deeply.
*smooch…smooch…smooch…*
“Mm~” The gentle smacks of both your lips mingled softly in the air as you rode gingerly.
He suddenly shifted below, making you shiver after he broke the kiss. He wrapped his arms around you — locking you in place, your milky tits pressing on his chest. You heeded the white sheets rustling as he pushes his feet in, sending a violent shiver down your spine, being so close to your husband.
Gradually, he began thrusting his long, thick girth into you. “Unh~” you sighed every time to his long thrusts shoving into you steadily. “Mm~” the rough, veiny skin stroked your cunt deeply, burning around the ring of it. “Unh~” you sighed softly, relishing the slow, burning sensations. “Oh…Unh~” your body felt putty as he held you close to him, focused on just his size stretching your tight hole so much. Long and deeply.
“Yeah baby…,” You whispered, arching your back for more. “Uuunh~” your brows furrowed at the deep sensations, the head poking your g-spot effortlessly, making you convulse around him when you shivered. He was so good at rolling his hips deeply.
“Mmmm~” he groaned throatedly at the sweet quivers around his stiff cock. His feet then shifted a-bit more, he grounding himself.
*Plap, plap, plap, plap…*
His muscly thighs slapped the back of yours gently, his big sack smacking against the bottom of your plump ass.
“Unh~” your round ass was jiggling to his slow but controlled thrusts. “Mmm….” He groaned groggily, his rough calloused hands caressed the curves of your plump ass as he did.
*plap, plap, plap…*
“Unh~” it rang in your ears. It sounded thick and steady. “Oh~ Ke-en-ny~”, You were bouncing lovingly to his deep strokes. The tip kissing your sweet spot rightfully so. “Haaaa....ssss…” he sighed, the sweet warmth of your tight cunt felt so good. “Mm~” he bit his bottom lip, feeling more of your arousal leaking down his big sack, soaking the sheets. “Mmmm~” He hummed again, deeply satisfied at how amazing you feel.
*smack!*
“Unh~” He smacked your ass gently. His cock was glistening in your slickness, shining in the now dim lit room. “Fuck.” You hissed, grabbing his hand over your ass for a much more deeper feeling. “Uuunh~” you threw your head back, feeling the big hard tip kiss your cervix.
*plap, plap, plap—*
“Mmmm.” He closed his eyes, stopping his thrusts, followed by dropping his legs back down on the bed. Your pussy just felt so good crumbling around him, his cock throbbing so incessantly inside of you. You would think that he was cumming already. But, he needed a moment.
“Mm.” You kissed him thickly, the sounds ringing in the air. He followed you lazily, still throbbing inside your sweet little hole. His calloused fingers ghosted your smooth skin gingerly as you did, making your pussy clench his girth when you shivered. “Unh~” it gave you goosebumps, making you rub your hard nipples against his chest with so much need.
“U-ugh…” his toes curled up when you squeezed him. “Mmmm~” he groaned, feeling light as a feather from the sweet gripping of your warm pussy. “Unh~ you feel that, baby.” you watched him closely, cupping his sharp cheeks as you clenched him several times. You leaned back, “Mm~” you began bouncing off his length tenderly, your ass jiggling lazily.
You had him wrapped around your (pussy) finger.
His eyes were closed the entire time, taking it all in as he remained still in the bed. He breathed out through his nose loudly as you rode him. “You like that Ken…” You whispered, watching him softly. He responded by caressing your bouncing ass, telling you not to stop.
“Awwwh~” Your mouth was ajar, breathing out as you bounced on him gingerly.
“A-ah~” you suddenly gasped softly, feeling your warm fluids oozing out of your cunt, slapping his skin thickly. “Uh fuck~ugh~” you hissed, cumming on him. “Fuck…” you whispered heavily, squeezing him tightly as you ride him. His thick length was starting to look creamy. “U-ugh~” your knees squeezed his sides. You stopped, “Ahhh~sssss.” you sighed in relief, pulsating from the heavy orgasm.
He grabbed your ass cheek to reward you, his thighs tensing up from the quivering tightness. “Come.” He mumbled, your white fluids pooling his inner thighs.
You leaned closer to him and he wrapped his arms around you, locking you in place. he pushed his feet in more deeply in the bed, making you spread your legs further apart, stretching your pussy—
*PLAP!!! PLAP!!! PLAP!!! PLAP!!*
“U-uunh~!!” You moaned aloud, getting plunged by him roughly. You fingers were digging into his chest for some control, your mouth wide open from his violent thrusts.
“H-ha-aa!”, you quivered breathlessly, “fu-uck~!” his thick length was slamming into your stretched hole. “Ou-ouu~!” Your ass was a jiggling mess from behind as he was ramming into you greedily.
The clapping sounds were getting sharper, hishard thighs slapping the bottom of your own— stinging and making them sore as hell. “Mm~!” He groaned, switching to grabbing your ass roughly, spreading it out.
*SMACK!*
“Sssss!!” He hissed loudly, speeding up his pace. The bee couldn’t keep up, scooting to the side of the rotgradually. You were a whimpering mess, feeling the head jabbing your cervix feverishly. “K-Ken!” You gasped, reveling the sweet burns of his cock pistoning into your hole.
“O-oh my god..!” You croaked. “Ha!” Your knees quickly tensed up on either side of him, on the verge of cumming. “K-Ken!”
*SMACK!*
“U-ugh!” Your teeth gritted and you were a squirting mess ontop of him.
“H-ha…!” His eyes widened slightly, his mouth opening as his breath started to quiver. His gripped tightened around your ass. “Ha-ha-a..!” His breath started shaking messily, his feet getting tangled in the sheets uncontrollably as he jackrabbited into you. “U-ugh..!” He grunted loudly, your pussy felt so good gripping him tightly.
Soon after, his white fluids started drizzling down his greedy length as his thrusts started getting messier.
“U-Uuugh!” He suddenly pressed his trembling hips up against your own, gritting his teeth.
*throb*
*throb*
*throb*
“Unh~” you breathed out softly, feeling his cock throbbing frantically as he painted your walls white.
“M-mmm…” he held you tightly as he groaned, his quivering hips still pressed up against you as he fills you up, his thighs trembling every time he did.
He couldn’t stop crumbling beneath you. You sighed sweetly and hissed from the sensations. “Mmmm~” he finally hummedd in his throat and started thrusting in short circles. “Mm~” he continued, heeding the thick sounds of his cum stroking your creamy cunt.
*squlech…*
He carefully circled his hips up, his fingertips tracing your back lazily.
*squelch… squelch…squelch*
“Aaah~” you sighed softly at his caresses, your milk leaking from your nipples.
“Mmm…” He continued steadily, riding the orgasm out. “Mm~” he moaned again and switched to giving you long, lazy strokes, the big tip poking out as he did. “Unh~” you sighed, squirting on him. He never wants to leave from your pussy.
It went on for a few minutes until his gave up, sliding down on the bed weakly.
“Mm~” you kissed him softly. His lips followed lazily as he caressed your ass. “U-unh~Kenny~” you shivered and pulsating around him uncontrollably.
“Shit.”
*smack…*
You giggled at the weak contact and kissed his forehead.
“You okay, honey?” Your thumbs stroked his cheek. “Mmm…” he groaned weakly, earning another giggle from you.
You love this big, old man.
You started leaving soft kisses all over his face. “Oi…” he said, reveling in your never ending attention to him, “this our 4th baby or what..”, already accepting his ‘defeat’.
“Don’t worry about that, honey~” your lips pressed his forehead and then his temples lightly. “We still have lunch and dinner left.” You whisper in his ear softly, smothering your milky tits all over his chest playfully.
He groaned weakly, closing his eyes.
He couldn’t complain. With the kisses he’s receiving now, He’s a lucky old man.
I saw the writers block prompt and had something to toss your way if interested? Since I read your Bleach Men on camera post, I was wondering how you think Shuhei would be in that scenario?
꒷︶ ͡𑁬•໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬•໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬•໒ ͡ ︶꒷
Shūhei Hisagi
When I think of Shūhei, I think of pretty tame sex, but I feel like he likes cum play, bondage, and something really freaky; I just can't put my finger on it. His zanpakutō makes me think it's something most people won't do because it can easily go wrong... Idk—anyway
I feel like he really likes to take his time. Lots of teasing and foreplay before hand.
Shūhei fucks you on your side, back to his chest, hand squeezing your hip while the other records.
His cock sinks deep, slick with thick white cream that froths at the base of his dick, dripping down, soaking the sheets in a puddle.
He loves your moans, how your voice coming out airy—"Hei, feels so good—mghn—harder," you murmur, hand curling in his hair. He groans, his hand trailing slow from your waist to your breast, cupping one as his hips slam harder, sharper.
"That's what you want, baby? Like this?" he asks, fingers pulling, twisting, and rubbing over your nipple. You nod, feeling every inch drag slow and rough.
He watches the camera catch everything—your tits swaying, cunt clenching around him, wet strings webbing and pulling.
He pants against your neck, face flushed, pulling you closer when you arch against him, tilting your hips so he stops hitting that spot. You don't want to cum again so soon.
But he catches it—slams into you, harder, driving his cock right back into that tender, aching spot. You gasp, clutching the sheets,
"Yeah, I know. You're so good—letting me have you on camera," he trails off, hand sliding down to rub your clit while his hips keep grinding slow, steady, deliberate.
When you murmur that you want him to cum in you, his voice breaks low: “Fuck… you’ll get it. Gonna fill you up right here on film.” he keeps going until you gush around him, fucking you through it while quiet moans break out of his chest.
He cums deep, holding you close, letting the camera record your pussy leaking white around his softening cock.
Gonna do you something good for your favorite to my love 🫶🏻
He is a whimpering mess and a heavy moaner. Gosh i feel like he would be so loud, especially when you give him head. Desperately gripping your hair while he gently presses your head down further until you take him fully. Soft praises escaping his lips and slow hip thrusts before he finally blows his seed in your mouth, orgasm so intense and so much that his whole body & dick twitches and shudders from the aftermath of his release.
I won‘t even start if he finally enters your wet pussy, eyes rolling in the back of his head at your clenching warm walls around him and loud whimpers falling from his lips.
CW: MDNI, suggestive, dick jokes, though nothing super explicit
WC: 475
Notes: I intended for this to stay fluffy, but it got suggestive by the end lol; that's just how it is when it comes to Shinji! 😅 Here's the link to Ver. 1! Enjoy another round of stargazing with him! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
A light wind drifts through the secluded park, carrying with it the sound of contagious laughter. Shinji had been pointing out star clusters, making up random constellations, and joking with you about who or what they looked like. The stars twinkle as if they are laughing along with the two of you.
“And that one right there?” There’s a lazy smirk resting on Shinji’s lips as he points at a vague spot in the sky, pausing for dramatic effect to amplify the suspense hanging in the air.
“That one’s called ‘The Galactic Hotdog’.” He grins smugly, relishing in the cackle that shakes your form; the sound of it is music to his ears. He loves the thrill he gets from seeing you laugh at his jokes; it makes him unbelievably pleased.
“You’re so silly! There's no way that's a real constellation.”
“Sure it is! I met Carl Sagan; he told me himself!” Shinji jests, an overly proud tone in his voice making it very obvious that he was lying.
“Right, sure he did.” There's a doubtful tone present in your voice as you play along with his antics. You squint back up at the sky to get a better look. “To be honest, I can’t really see it.”
“Hm… how about like this?” Shinji gently cups your cheek, guiding your head to rest on his shoulder. The change in position doesn’t really help you see the stars any better, but you welcome it anyway; you’ll take any chance you can get just to be closer to him.
“Yeah, I see it now.” A moment of silence passes as you gaze at the midnight sky, pressing yourself further into Shinji’s side, basking in the serene moment.
You can feel him shift before he speaks, his chest jerking with a light chuckle. “You’ve heard of the Big Dipper and Little Dipper before, but bet ya haven’t heard of the Big Dicker and Little Dicker, have ya?”
You snort at how stupid the joke is. Honestly, you're surprised it took him as long as it did to make that joke.
"Heard of them? Oh, I've seen them before."
"Oh, yeah?" You can feel him looking at you, a suggestive aura emanating from him.
"Uh-huh, I've got the Little Dicker right here next to me." You joke, lightly nudging him with your shoulder.
"Oh, c'mon." He scowls briefly before smirking, "That's not what ya said last night, though."
Your face flushes as memories of the previous night flash by in your mind, the exact instance Shinji was referring to at the forefront. However, you try to play it off.
"Hm? I don't seem to recall. I think I need a reminder." The coy smile that toys on your lips is enough to have Shinji moving, and he's on you instantly.
"Ya better pay attention real close this time."
Shout out to my IRL besties for helping me come up with the fake constellation names because my brain isn't funny like that lmao.
imagining orihime, ichigo, and chad all walking together after school.
the breeze is light and the sun is on its way to the west after staying back to study a bit more for exams.
“how do you all think exams will turn out this year?” orihime asks.
the air stills.
“i’m definitely failing,” they respond in unison.
“what?! we even formed a study group together! i heard that’s the best way to retain information. i see a bright future ahead of us!”
“yeah, but snacking and chatting all hours doesn’t exactly retain any academic information,” ichigo grumbles.
a sweat breaks down her forehead as she gives a light chuckle and scratches her scalp, “i guess you’re right…but i was only trying to keep us on track, swear!”
“ichigo, you’re the one who argued with uryu all period,” chad quietly chimes in before earning a hard glare.
“that know-it-all thinks he can never be wrong! he doesn’t even explain the material properly. i bet you he was just spouting a load lot of bullshit this session. i didn’t understand a thing.”
“either way, we didn’t do much studying at all and the exam is in two days. our marks aren’t too promising right now.”
“yeah, far from promising”, ichigo sighs. “at least we’ll be going down together.”
they all hum in agreement and continue on their walk. the patter of footsteps is evident for a few more minutes until orihime’s gasp takes over and her eyes light up brighter than the near coming stars.
a convenience store.
ichigo’s reluctant at first, but he falters at orihime’s large eyes and plead for treats. plus, chad doesn’t seem too opposed either, and it’ll only be a quick in and out thing anyway, right?
the short convenience trip ends up taking the majority of their evening. they find themselves commenting on every item despite visiting the store a number of times already. they pose around the store and the sound of flickering cameras rings throughout the compact building. orihime gets sidetracked the most, chad is next, and ichigo tries his very hardest to keep them on track, but ends up failing miserably. he’s taking the most photos just ridiculing chad in the various poses orihime puts him in.
“now hold this leek…it’ll act as you your zanpakto.”
at the end of their little trip, they take a quiet walk to drop off orihime while all eating yogurt cups (of course orihime has an entire bag full of treats too, but ichigo’s carrying it for her). ichigo and chad part ways, but they part with a slight smile and an air-light heart. orihime giggles herself to sleep while glancing over each photo they took together.
exams have traveled a long way from their minds.
i love this trio…
i wrote this as a little drabble thing with zero dialogue but i thought i should add more. idk if it flows well at all really, i haven’t written anything outside of opinionated/research essays in a while lmaooo. sorry xx
Summary: The three times Sosuke Aizen was inspiried to create what one could only call music.
Pairings: Aizen x Shinji, Aizen x Gin, Aizen x Ichigo
Tags; Canon-verse (w/liberties), objectification, music jargon, sexually suggestive, posessive!Aizen, pining
Word Count: 678
Required Listening for the work
There were few times Sosuke Aizen's life where the cacophony of noise stopped in his mind and his void eyes widened in silent surprise. Where he became lost in the melodramatics of Western music. Between the pages of half finished notes and unspoken emotions.
It was his Captain, akin to a piano, that introduced him to such tunes. Taught him how to play instruments with deft fingertips. Taught him how to hold dynamic poses before he ran a nail and reiatsu across keys and through golden silk locks. A sensual sonata of theirs alone in the Seireitei, full of mirrored measures. The tea he made minutes earlier spilt over the music sheets that lay crumpled and strewn across the room, full of unfinished verses and unspoken truths. Ivory flesh like the keys played so beautifully beneath his touch, only for a chord to fall flat when the piano was done with their duet. Trysts to Tchaikovsky and moans between the works of Mozart on shellac discs filled his Captain’s quarters. It was a shame when he gave up the piano, his ambitions quelling his artistic touch. The screams of betrayal music to his ears after so many years. Their symphony for now was over, if only he had cared to know Aizen. Maybe then there would not have been a need for dissonance to their desire.
A violin came to him, bathed in blood and moonlight. A young man perfectly tuned to his own soul. The bow did not bend beneath his hands, beneath his power or plans. Instead, it reached a fever pitch, venomous lies staining the sheets of their music. How beautiful the strings were when Aizen played, the sinew and muscles moving beneath pale flesh. His stria in marble, the craftsmanship exceptional. The haunting melody the violin played sent shivers down his spine, as he cradled the heel to his jugular. The violin smiled in delight as fangs broke his flesh and fresh blood blossomed. It was the tango they danced, through the corridors of the Seireitei and sands of Hueco Mundo. Deception, desire and deprivation of all morality. Yet the violin betrayed him, the strings of their fate cut beneath his blade. He did not apologize for his transgressions, instead he spoke his gratitude. For without the tension of those strings, modulation of his own melody would not have occurred.
The last object of his frenzied fervor was a guitar. The young man’s soul was electric like a storm, his power like thunder, it called to Aizen’s very being. Higher than the God's, he'd burn in Hell a thousand times over to play those six strings with the utmost care. He could only tune the instrument so much to his own wicked delight, even if it would be the cause of his demise. The fingerboard was not made for his hands, yet he would try nonetheless. Oh, the songs he could weave with such a possession. Fiery and fierce, his counterpoint in the battlefield. Yet the pick fell from his fingertips, fell into the sound hole of his solo defeat. The guitar gazed upon Aizen with pity, as his ballad ended, the music notes dying on his own lips as he was sealed.
Now Aizen sat, amidst the darkness of an anechoic chamber. His hands itching to be a maestro of malice once more, for they lay trapped beneath bindings. His eyes could no longer see the music sheets; his mouth covered for centuries, left mute. He ruminated over it then, if he were an artist with his muses once more. Of all the music he had yet to compose, but all his notes fell on deaf ears. Each song his instruments had played called for his destruction, his own music left unheard. He thought over each of them, his lifetime of concertos. Of all the notes and unfilled music sheets he etched into his very soul. This was not his finale however, just a rest in the march of time. His tritone would ring out once more, even if the notes and bar lines would once again be written with crimson ink.
(Notes: It took me forever to find the perfect song for this, I hope you enjoyed!)
