#kensei

[mmmmmmmnvdd]

deluge

[arrivemedi]

Point of no return

[villainsrtasty]

Shunsui/Shinji/Gin shamelesly fingering your pussy in public, because only YOU at the moment can see and feel him, being gifted with Spiritual sensing and such ;3c

nsfw. No minors. Small imagine with your fav Bleach character that an average human can not see.

Just imagine walking down the busy city sidewalk on a cold afternoon, minding your own business and he shows up behind you.

You suddenly stop while people push past you during the busy lunch hour. He wraps his arm around your waist and his cold hand slips past the elastic of your pants. His fingers find your panties and he pushes beneath them as well.

He is greeted with the warmth of your folds. His fingers circle your familiar clit, awakening it from its slumber. You bite your bottom lip, clench your thighs together. But his strong fingers push past between your thighs and starts digging into your tight hole.

“Relax. My fingers are cold and could use your pussy heat,” he shamelessly whispers into your ear, not like he needed to whisper as the oblivious crowd moved around you.

You didn't dare to part your lips- from above and below.

However, he was strong and fought through your shyness.

“Unless you want me to lower your pants and start fucking you here”, he challenged. “Show these humans how wide your pussy can open. You want that don't you? Let them see you get fucked by nothing but air.”

You lean forward and luckily there was a pole to grab onto and keep you upright.

His fingers were deep and you finally let go of your restraints. You closed your eyes and let him finger fuck you in public.

“Are you okay?” a kind old man asked, noticing how you were clinging to the pole like you were about to be sick.

“Okay? She about to cum all over my fingers, old man,” your partner chuckled, knowing his vulgar comment fell on deaf ears.

And sure enough you spilled all over his hand in your pants, twitching and spasming, like you were on a verge of a seizure.

It took you a minute to ride the wave in public. The old man was still watching out of concern.

Your man refused to pull his hand out of your pants.

“Want to sit on my cock while you eat at the restaurant?”, he suggested.

“Sushi?” you offered and wished you wore a short skirt on this fine winter day.

[richard-eeee]

something silly

[soga-akemura]

would anyone listen or care

[naarinn]

Secret Halloween Santa gift for @arrivemedi !

Thank you for the event!!

minisei jumpscare

[darthwhorecrux]

i wrote this awhile back and never posted it...

oh how i miss you

Upon waking, you momentarily forgot where it was that you were, your pounding head the only reminder of a night full of mistakes. As you squirmed in someone else’s grasp - grazing a hard chest, pretzeled in by a warm thigh, locked under a muscled arm - you started to remember again. By the tight hold the man behind you had on your body, you were able to quickly piece together that it was not your boyfriend who cradled you, but him again.

Kensei Muguruma.

The more you moved against him, the tighter his arm wound around you. He sighed into your hair, simultaneously warm and chilling, trapping you where you were, subconsciously refusing to let you go.

He was so unlike the other man at home, if you could even call it that when the place you were in now felt much more familiar. Your boyfriend didn’t like to cuddle. “Your body’s too warm. Can’t sleep like that,” he’d growl bitterly at your attempt to be near him, shrugging you off. But not Kensei. Even when your bodies suffocated each other, slick with sweat, he still never let go of you. Even though it was forbidden, wrong, you knew you’d both return to this same place, again and again. He held you like it would be the last time, like if you separated, it’d kill you both, like he was only ever your other half, and this was the way it was always meant to be - not apart, but together. Not two, but one.

But he wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his. Every morning you spent like this was simply too good to be true.

“Ken,” you whined, stirring him awake. Facing reality was too daunting a task to complete alone.

“Hm?” He relented then, his grip loosening just enough for you to peel yourself out of the bed.

“My head hurts,” you muttered a lame excuse, frowning as you distanced yourself from him. “Need to get some medicine.”

You wrapped your arms around your frame, shivering as you helped yourself to his medicine cabinet, filling a small cup with water and guzzling down pain killers. You saw your melancholic reflection then, and how ruined you looked - hair disheveled, makeup runny from the tears you shed, your skin pale and gaunt with dehydration. As you inspected every fault and flaw you could find, Kensei came up behind you, his reflection towering over yours.

His arms snaked around your waist, pressing your phone against your abdomen. “He’s texting you,” he explained gruffly, his exhausted tone laced with resentment.

“Thanks,” you replied shortly, grabbing your phone and awkwardly shuffling out of his hold again.

You left him for the second time, returning to his bedroom, peeling his shirt off your body and dressing yourself in last night’s clothes. You wiped at your smeared makeup in between articles of clothing and attempted to brush down your unruly hair with your fingers. Kensei followed you, leaning against the doorframe, skeptically watching you hurry to get away from him.

“You want coffee or anything for the road?” He offered indignantly, smirking. “Water? Tissues?”

You finished dressing, sighing deeply as you mustered the courage to face him. “I shouldn’t have come here.” You admitted. “I’m sorry.”

Kensei let out a frustrated sigh, pushing off the doorframe to cross his arms over his broad chest. “He’s a bastard, (Y/N).”

You frowned, your fingers trembling around your phone, fearing the slew of missed messages from him. “I - I know he is,” your voice broke. “But he’s good to me sometimes.”

At that, he pulled a face, giving you that ‘seriously?' disapproving expression he used on you so often.

“And I’m not him,” you hurried to add. “I should be better than this.” You gestured around his bedroom, the one you knew your way around so well.

“Damn right you’re not him,” Kensei huffed harshly. Then, he straightened, taking on a more serious expression as he silently observed you.

“What?” You demanded, fidgeting under his gaze.

He softened, shaking his head slowly to himself. “You’re beautiful.”

His words thrusted into the deepest, ugliest parts of you, ironically enough. You scoffed, unable to stop your instant defense mechanisms. “I look like shit run over twice. Don’t give me that.” You wrapped your arms around yourself again, frowning.

He chuckled at that, stepping closer, looking down at you. He let each moment, each movement pass by languidly, holding you here for as long as he could have you. And you stayed, letting him brush the hair out of your face, letting his eyes dart about, admiring those faults and flaws you were picking apart only minutes before this. When you returned “home,” there would be no such gentleness. You’d have all of your belongings again, your space, your food, your drinks, your trinkets, your clothes and accessories and appliances…

But you’d miss your other half.

“It’s already too late,” he told you. “The weather’s nice.” His hand found your waist, lifting your shirt, brushing soothing circles into your skin. Chills erupted in their path as your feet rooted to his floor. “Just stay for breakfast,” he demanded, pleaded, nudging his nose against yours.

And how sweet it was to have a man like Kensei asking you to stay. How could you say no? The weather was nice.

You lifted, angling your lips towards his. “Okay. Just a little longer…”

[minthemadnezz-blog]

So many anniversaries! And my Birthday 🧡