May 14
Ginjo Kugo for Klub Outside’s monthly illustration.
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Ginjo Kugo for Klub Outside’s monthly illustration.
To this day my favourite ginjo kugo doodle I have made
— ★ THE BEST NEWS
suggestive , fluff , pet names , nipple play , praising , pregnancy , ( bleach men x fem, reader)
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“ hey..” you jumped from his voice thinking that you were home alone, the whole time he’s standing there watching you.
he watches as you turn to face him, swallows hard as he sees your wet hair sticking to your face and the towel you have wrapped around your figure. he leans back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he continues to stare at you.
“ oh, so you were just taking a shower..?” he watches water droplets slide down your neck and back
“ when did you get here?” you asked him quietly, kissing your boyfriend on the cheek softly trying to play it off like you didn’t damn near have a heart attack a second ago.
he lets out a soft groan as your lips touch his skin. he tries to hide the goosebumps by leaning farther away from you.
“ i just got here like 2 seconds ago.. didn’t mean to scare you, pretty girl.” he says attempting to keep his calm demeanor despite how much he wants..
his thoughts died watching you drop your towel onto the floor, revealing your perfect body. he swallows hard as he sees you apply oil to your breasts, his mind racing with thoughts of pulling you into his lap and burying his face between them.
“ um..” he stutters.
“ can you get my back for me?” you tilted your head since he seemed out of it but didn’t pay no mind to it. he blinks several times, trying desperately to snap out of his lust-induced daze. he clears his throat awkwardly.
" y-yeah, sure. of course." he steps closer, grabbing the oil bottle with slightly trembling hands.
he pours some oil into his palms, rubbing them together to warm it up. he places his hands on your back, slowly dragging them down your smooth skin. as he works the oil into your back, he can't help but marvel at how soft and perfect your skin feels beneath his fingertips.
soft hums come out your mouth feeling very much satisfied as he massages the oil into your skin, his large hands spreading out to cover as much of your back as possible. he can feel your satisfaction in the soft hums you make, and it only serves to make him more distracted by how perfect you feel under his touch.
his hands move down to your lower back, then our buttocks. he applies more oil, his thumbs pressing gently into the small of your back before grabbing your ass, gently rubbing oil. as he works, he leans forward slightly, his face now inches away from your neck.
“ can you do the rest..?” you said in a hushed tone. the soft sound of jazz music coming for a speaker making the moment more intimate.
he looks up at you, his eyes locking onto yours. he nods slowly, his voice coming out as a hoarse whisper. " mmhmm... i can do the rest." his hands move down to your hips, his fingers splayed out to cover as much of your sides as possible.
you stare at him for a couple of seconds taking in how handsome he was before leaning in and taking his lips into yours plump lips. he kisses you back hungrily, his hands roaming over your breasts and sides.
he squeezes and massages the firm mounds, his thumbs circling your hardening nipples. as he kisses you, he presses his body closer to yours, his growing erection evident against your backside.
“ mmph…” he pulls back from the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. his hands continue to roam over your chest, his thumbs now flicking back and forth over your sensitive nipples.
he follows the string of saliva with his eyes, noticing it's connecting his mouth to yours. he swallows hard, his heart racing in his chest. he leans in closer, pressing his lips to the string and sucking lightly, causing it to break with a soft pop.
“ continue…” you said quietly sitting down on the bed, the jazz music sounds lively and swing rhythms, combined creating smooth melodies that were perfect for this moment.
he kneels in front of you, his hands resting on your thighs. he pours more oil into his hands, rubbing them together to warm it up. he looks up at you, his eyes locked onto yours as he slowly spreads the oil over your thighs and calves.
his hands move gently, massaging the oil into your skin. he takes his time, making sure every inch of your legs is covered. as he reaches your knees, he looks up at you again, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and tenderness.
" do you want me to do your feet too?"
“ mhm.” you gave him a single nod, he smiled softly, his hands moving to your feet. he massages the oil into your soles, his thumbs pressing into the arches. the jazz music plays in the background, creating a sensual and relaxing atmosphere. as he works on your feet.
he gently sets your foot down after finishing with it, then moves to the other. his hands, slick with oil, continue to work over your skin. the music creating a perfect rhythm for this intimate moment.
" all done..." he says softly, though his voice carries an unspoken invitation in it.
you gave him a quick thank you before slipping until your nightgown while he watches you slip into the black nightgown, his eyes following your movements. the gown clings to your curves, and he can't help but admire how it contrasts with your still-glistening skin.
" you know, i could get used to this view." he says with a playful smirk.
“ oh yeah.. i thought you already were.” he bursts out laughing at your dry wit, shaking his head.
" smartass..." he mutters fondly, reaching out to gently finger a strand of your hair that's stuck to your cheek. the jazz music continues to play softly in the background, creating a romantic atmosphere.
you froze watching him move closer, staring into his eyes, but he didn’t waver. he held your gaze, his fingers gently tucking the strand of hair behind your ear. his touch lingers for a moment, his thumb lightly brushing against your cheek. the atmosphere between you two is charged with intimacy and unspoken words.
he leans in slightly, his voice softening. " you know, sometimes i wonder what you're thinking when you look at me like that." he says softly, his eyes searching yours. he lets his hand drop from your cheek, but he doesn't break the gaze.
" do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now?" you didn’t respond to that i mean how could you. he was overwhelming you with compliments after all he did for you.. now it just seems like the perfect time to tell him.
you said his name he chuckles softly at your breathless whisper of his name, leaning in closer. his lips hover mere inches from yours, his breath mingling with yours. " mmhmm?" he murmurs, one eyebrow arched playfully as his hands continue their teasing exploration along your forearms.
you honestly didn’t find anything funny or assuming now you are nervous for what? you backed away before walking to the other side of the bed pulling something out the drawer with your shaky hands.
he watches you move away, a look of curiosity crossing his face as he witnesses you pulling something out of the drawer. his expression shifts to one of intrigue, wondering what you could be reaching for. he leans forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees, his interest piqued.
you unconsciously bite the insides of your cheeks, every step became heavy, felt like you were carrying a stack of potatoes on your back, your palms getting sweaty, you could even feel your heart thumping like it was gonna jump out of your chest.
you finally made it in front of him you opened up the palm of your and showed him the positive pregnancy test in your trembling hands watching his reaction closely.
his grin freezes, then slowly fades as he stares at the positive pregnancy test in your trembling hand. his eyes snap up to meet yours, shock and disbelief etched across his facial features. he blinks rapidly, as if hoping the test will disappear.
" wait... what?"
“ i’m pregnant.” you confirmed he swallows hard, watching as your voice drops to almost a whisper. his expression shutters, giving nothing away. he takes the test from your hand, examining the two blue lines. he's silent for what feels like an eternity.
“ are you excited you’re gonna be a father..?” you asked him softly trying to figure out his emotions putting your hand on his shoulder
he freezes at your question and touch. then, slowly, a grin spreads across his face. he laughs softly, pulling you into his arms suddenly, making you yelp. he realizes he's been silent for too long, so he answers quickly, " yes. God, yes."
he chuckles, his arms tightening around you briefly before he pulls back to look into your eyes. he sees the happiness and excitement in your gaze, and it makes his heart swell. he takes a deep breath, his voice filled with pride as he says clearly.
" i'm going to be a father."
ׂ╰┈➤ shinji , renji , ichigo , rose , kugo , kensei
𖣂 KANYEREALDAUGHTER SPEAKS - was gonna write this as smut but i like this better.
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Saw World Record - Animatrix again, and there was this very diabolical expression, which I found kinda ugly n hot, so... Ginjo it is <3
can I have some hisagi shuhei or ginjo kugo plsss thx if you do and no pressure
Here you go @moxxyandthekat
Ginjo, hell, even the whole full bring arc needs more appreciation in the bleach fandom.
another self-indulgent ginjo set (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
Can someone please explain to me why the hell did I have a dream of me snuggling up in a bed with a soft blanket on a warm bed with FLIPPING YHWACH?? He's old enough to be my father ╥﹏╥. But then again most of the characters I like are strong ( most of the time) tall men ( for example Chad, or Ganju or Ginjo or Danjiro or Sajin or — )
Ginjo: Tsukishima, quit lurking! Tsukishima: I'm not lurking, I'm standing quietly in the shadows. Giriko: I'm lurking.
