#renji x reader

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soul society - m!bleach x chubby fem!reader

He leaves marks on your neck that are easy for others to see

featuring. byakuya kuchiki, renji abarai, jushiro ukitake, shunsui kyoraku, kenpachi zaraki, ikkaku madarame, yumichika ayasegawa, mayuri kurotsuchi, shuhei hisagi, izuru kira cw/tags (19+ Only | Minors DNI). wife!reader, hickeys/bruising, implied!intimacy

Byakuya Kuchiki

Byakuya did very few things without intention, but last night you made a sound when his teeth grazed your throat and his composure had simply… lapsed.

This morning he seen it in the light, a deep reddish-purple bloom against your skin. You reached for the high-collared kosode you usually wore as part of your uniform and his hand caught yours.

"Leave it," he said.

You looked at him, fingers still hovering over the fabric. "Byakuya, people are going to see."

He wasn't looking at you. He was looking at the mark. "Wear the one with the lower neckline."

You wore it to the division that morning and watched his reaction from the corner of your eye as you walked beside him through the main hall. Officers glanced at your throat and then immediately away, a few of them going red.

Byakuya's pace never changed, but when you passed Lieutenant Abarai, who noticed and choked on his tea, Byakuya's hand found the small of your back and stayed there.

"You're enjoying this," you murmured, keeping your eyes forward.

"I have no idea what you're referring to..." he said, his thumb tracing one slow proprietary circle against your spine.

At his office door, with three officers still in full view, he paused and adjusted the collar of your kosode, not to cover the mark but to frame it better, his fingertips lingering against the bruise.

"This suits you," he said, quiet enough that only you could hear. "I may need to be less careful in the future."

You exhaled. "Why do I get the feeling you're not joking when you say that?"

His mouth barely shifted, but his eyes said everything. Then he turned and walked into his office like he hadn't just branded you in front of his entire division.

Renji Abarai

You woke with three of them this time, a trail down the side of your neck like Renji had been mapping a path with his mouth, which was essentially what had happened.

You were standing in front of the mirror taking note of the damage when he appeared behind you, chin hooking over your shoulder, and whistled at his own handiwork.

"Damn," he said, sounding deeply impressed with himself. "The bottom one kinda looks like a butterfly."

You jabbed your elbow back into his ribs. "It does not."

He laughed and wrapped both arms around your middle, pulling your back against his chest, swaying you side to side like you were slow-dancing in the bathroom.

You reached for a scarf and his hand intercepted it, tossing it onto the futon behind you. "Nope. Absolutely not." He turned you around by the hips and examined your neck with the critical eye of an artist reviewing a canvas. "You're not covering those up. I worked hard on those."

You crossed your arms. "I have to report to the Eighth Division today, Renji. Captain Kyoraku is going to have a field day."

His grin only got bigger. "Good. Great. Perfect, actually. Tell him I said hello."

He pressed one more deliberate kiss right at the base of your throat, sucking lightly just long enough to deepen what was already there, then pulled back and admired the result.

"There. Now you're ready."

He caught your expression in the mirror which was half mortified, half grinning, and pressed his face into the crook of your neck, laughing against your skin. "You love it. Don't even try to front with me right now. You love it."

You bit your lip to keep from smiling. "You're the worst person I've ever met."

"Well, that hasn't made you get rid of me yet," he said, kissing the butterfly one more time.

Later that afternoon, an officer at the Eighth squinted at your neck and asked if you'd gotten hurt during training. Before you could answer, Renji--who just happened to be dropping off paperwork, called back over his shoulder without breaking stride, "That's my handiwork, actually!"

You were going to kill him.

Jushiro Ukitake

He found the mark before you did. You were lying with your head on his chest, half asleep in the late morning light, when his fingers drifted along your throat and paused.

"Oh," he said, very quietly, and something in his voice made you open your eyes.

He was staring at the curve of your neck, his thumb resting just beside a bruise that was already deepening in color. You reached up to touch it and he caught your hand, bringing it to his lips instead.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I'd been so--"

You cut him off. "Jushiro, don't you dare apologize."

He looked at you, surprised and you held his gaze. "I like it. I like that it's there."

His thumb traced the edge of the mark and his eyes went half-lidded in a way that told you the apology had been more reflex than regret.

Later that day you brought him tea wearing your usual kosode. You hadn't gone out of your way to show the mark off, but you hadn't hidden it either, and the neckline sat just low enough that when you leaned forward, there it was.

Kiyone spotted it first. A sharp inhale, then a hard elbow to Sentaro's ribs, followed by the crash of a dropped report stack.

"Captain Ukitake," Kiyone whispered, although not remotely quietly enough. "He looks like he's feeling better, don't you think?"

Sentaro caught on and broke into a grin. "Much better. His energy must really be coming back."

Kiyone clasped her hands together, eyes shining, and turned to you. "You're so good for him. Truly."

You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing. Ukitake's hand found yours under the tea tray, squeezing once.

"They're going to tell the entire division," he murmured, cheeks faintly pink.

"Probably," you said, making no effort to adjust your collar. "That okay with you?"

He looked at the mark, then at you, and his fingers came up to trace the edge of it.

"More than okay," he said quietly. "I just hope they don't overdo crediting you with my recovery."

You laughed, but from across the room, Kiyone wiped an actual tear. "She's saving our captain one night at a time."

Shunsui Kyoraku

Shunsui never just leave one mark. He left a constellation.

He spent half the night with his mouth on your throat, humming against your pulse, murmuring things that made your toes curl, and by morning you looked like you'd lost a fight with a very affectionate octopus.

You were examining them in the mirror when he appeared in the doorway, still half-dressed, hat absent, hair loose around his shoulders. He leaned against the frame and took a long, appreciative look.

"Now that," he said, "is a beautiful sight."

You turned and raised an eyebrow. "Shunsui, there's like eight of them."

"Eleven," he corrected, crossing the room and tilting your chin to inspect the tinier ones. "You miscounted the little ones."

You wrapped a bandage around your neck before heading to the Eighth Division, layering it carefully enough that it looked like a training injury rather than a night spent underneath your captain. It worked, mostly. A few officers gave you concerned glances while Nanao studied you over her glasses but said nothing.

Then midafternoon, Shunsui appeared beside your desk with a look of theatrical concern. "That dressing looks like it needs changing. Come on, let me take a look."

You stared at him. "It's fine."

"It could get infected," he said, absolutely shameless, already steering you by the elbow toward his office.

The door closed and he unwound the bandage slowly, each layer peeling away while his eyes stayed on your throat. The marks had deepened inro rich vivid blooms of violet and burgundy trailing from below your ear to your collarbone.

"Oh~" he breathed, tilting your head with one finger to trace the darkest one with his thumb. "These got prettier."

You swallowed. "The whole office thinks I'm injured."

He grinned, rewinding the bandage with infuriating tenderness, his knuckles brushing your skin with every pass. "Good, then I'll get to change your dressing again tomorrow."

He tucked the end in and kissed you right above the edge of it. "A thorough recovery takes time, sweetheart. Let's not rush it."

Kenpachi Zaraki

He didn't even realize he did it until you winced when your collar rubbed against your neck the next morning.

Kenpachi wasn't a man who kept track of the finer details of what his mouth did, he just knew that at some point last night he had his teeth on your throat and you grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, so he kept going.

Now you were sitting on the edge of the futon pressing your fingers to the spot gingerly, and he leaned over to look at it with the same casual interest he'd give a new scar after a good fight.

"Huh," he said. "That's a big one."

You shot him a look. "That's all you have to say?"

He shrugged, grinning. "Looks good on you."

You didn't bother covering it. There was no point, really, you'd learned early on that being with Kenpachi meant abandoning any pretense of subtlety about anything.

So you walked through the Eleventh Division with the mark on full display, a dark angry bruise just above your collarbone, and watched the reactions ripple out like a shockwave. Officers stared, then immediately looked away. A few of the younger ones went red. Yumichika raised one perfect eyebrow and said nothing, which meant he was saving his commentary for later.

Then Kenpachi fell into step beside you, and you watched him clock the way every single person in the corridor glanced at your neck and then at him.

His hand landed on the back of your neck, heavy and possessive, his thumb resting directly on the bruise.

You hissed. "Ow--Fuck--That's tender, you know."

"Yeah," he said, not moving his hand. "I know."

He steered you through the barracks like that, his palm covering the mark like he was signing his name over it, and when Ikkaku opened his mouth to comment, Kenpachi stared at him until he closed it.

"You could be a little less obvious," you muttered.

He looked down at you, thumb still pressing into the bruise just enough to make your breath catch. "Why?"

Ikkaku Madarame

The mark wasn't subtle. He left it right on the front of your throat, dead center, like he had been trying to make a point.

You discovered it in the morning when you caught your reflection in the blade of his zanpakutō, which was propped against the wall, and let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a laugh.

"Ikkaku."

He was doing push-ups on the floor behind you, shirtless and completely unbothered. "Yeah?"

You pointed at your throat. He looked up, looked at the mark, and his face split into a grin. "Nice."

"Nice?" You grabbed a scarf from the shelf and wound it around your neck before he could stop you. He watched from the floor, mid push-up, frowning.

"That's rude. You know that, right?"

You ignored him and tucked the ends in neatly, checking your reflection. Gone. Completely hidden. You felt his arms wrap around you from behind, his chin dropping onto your shoulder.

"You're really gonna do me like that?"

"I have dignity, Ikkaku."

"Overrated."

You made it all the way to training with the scarf intact, feeling pretty good about yourself, until Yumichika appeared at your side, looked at your neck, and tilted his head like a bird examining something mildly offensive.

"That scarf doesn't match your uniform," he said bluntly. "Take it off."

Your hand flew to your throat. "I'm cold today."

"It is not cold today. It is the middle of summer. Take it off or I will, because looking at that color combination is causing me physical pain."

You tightened the scarf and Yumichika reached over just as quickly and tugged one end loose with a single elegant pull, and the whole thing unraveled, and there it was. Dark and obvious.

Yumichika stared at it for exactly two seconds. Then he turned toward the training yard where Ikkaku was stretching and called out, "You are an animal and I am embarrassed to know you."

Ikkaku looked up, saw your bare neck, and pumped his fist in the air. "LET'S GO."

You buried your face in your hands. "I hate both of you."

Yumichika patted your shoulder. "The mark is ugly dear. He could have at least placed it somewhere aesthetic... You can cover it back up now."

From across the yard, Ikkaku shouted, "DON'T YOU DARE."

Yumichika Ayasegawa

The mark sat in the curve where your neck met your shoulder, placed exactly where the neckline of your kosode would frame it if you wore the one he liked.

You traced it with your fingers that morning and actually smiled before catching yourself.

Then you put on your high-collared kosode anyway, because walking around the Eleventh Division with a hickey felt like announcing something you weren't ready for. When you stepped out, Yumichika was waiting. His eyes went to your collar immediately and his mouth thinned.

"No," he said. Just that.

"No what?"

"That collar. You're not wearing that." He crossed to you and tugged the fabric down to expose the mark, studying it.

"I put that there on purpose. The angle, the placement, the way it sits against your skin tone. That is my best work and you covered it with the most unflattering neckline you own."

You felt your face heat. "Yumichika, it's a hickey, not a gallery piece."

"Everything I do is beautiful dear." He was already pulling out the kosode with the lower neckline. "Change. Now."

When you emerged wearing it, he cupped your jaw and tilted your head, his thumb grazing the bruise.

"There~ Now you look like someone who belongs to me."

He walked beside you through the division with his hand resting on the exact spot, fingers splayed to frame it. When Ikkaku squinted at your neck and opened his mouth, Yumichika didn't glance at him.

"Say one word and I'll tell everyone about that little kendo tornament in the world of the living."

Ikkaku's mouth snapped shut. You bit back a laugh.

"You're terrifying."

"Thank you," he said, and pressed his lips to your temple.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi

The mark Mayuri had left was not something you wanted to explain to Twelfth Division members who already looked at you with a mixture of confusion and pity for willingly sharing a bed with their captain.

You wrapped a bandage around your throat and practiced your "training accident" excuse in the mirror three times.

You'd nearly made it through the entire morning, before Mayuri summoned you to the lab.

He was bent over a microscope when you entered and didn't look up for thirty seconds. When he did, his golden eyes went straight to the bandage.

"What is that."

You touched your throat. "I hurt myself during--"

"You did not hurt yourself during anything. Remove it."

You unwound the bandage slowly and the mark came into view. It was vivid, almost chemical-looking and high on the side of your throat where his mouth had been last night.

He crossed to you, gripping your chin and turning your head. "Excellent pigmentation. The capillary disruption is more extensive than I estimated."

You stared at him. "You're not serious. This was part of an experiment?!"

"I am always serious. This is a perfect record of applied pressure and vascular response and you attempted to hide it under gauze like a common injury."

He pulled a small jar from his coat and you flinched.

"What is that?"

"A fixative. It will prevent the mark from fading for approximately seventy-two additional hours."

Your mouth fell open. "Mayuri, I am not letting you preserve a hickey like a lab sample."

"You are, because I have already applied it." His thumb had swiped across the bruise while holding your chin, and the skin tingled faintly.

You looked at him in disbelief. He looked back with zero remorse.

"You are mine. The data should reflect that. You may leave the bandage here. You will not be needing it."

Shuhei Hisagi

He was mortified at first. You watched it happen in real time--his eyes landing on the mark, his face cycling through recognition, pride, and immediate guilt in about two seconds.

"I'm sorry," he said, already reaching for your neck like he could rub it away. "I got carried away, I should've been more careful."

You caught his hand and kissed his knuckles. "Shuhei. Breathe. I bruise easy and I didn't stop you, which means I didn't want you to stop."

The guilt faded slowly, replaced by something cautious and searching as he studied the mark, a dark uneven bloom right below your jaw.

Your uniform covered it perfectly. High collar, no problems, and you made it through the entire day without a single incident. You honestly forgotten about it by evening, which was your mistake, because your evenings were spent drinking with Rangiku.

You were three cups in, warm and loose, and you tugged your collar open to cool down without thinking twice and Rangiku's eyes locked onto your neck like a heat-seeking missile.

You didn't even get a full breath in before she grabbed your chin, tilted your head, and announced to the entire table, "Oh my god!!!~ Hisagi marked you up girl!!!"

The bar went quiet. Kira choked on his drink. Ikkaku slammed his cup down and howled. You slapped her hand away, face on fire.

"Rangiku, I swear to--"

"Just look at it! That's not even subtle, someone was making a statement last night!~" She was beaming, absolutely delighted, already turning to find Hisagi in the crowd.

He was three seats down, frozen with his cup halfway to his mouth, the flush spreading so far past the 69 tattoo it looked like his whole face might combust.

"Hisagi!" Rangiku called, raising her cup. "I didn't know you had it in you!"

He set his drink down very carefully, stood up, walked over to you, and put his hand on the back of your neck. His voice was strained but steady.

"We're leaving."

You grabbed your cup and downed the rest. "Yep. Great idea."

Rangiku's laughter followed you both out the door, and halfway down the street you felt his grip loosen and heard him start laughing too, quiet and helpless, his forehead dropping against the top of your head.

"We're never going to hear the end of that."

You laced your fingers through his. "Nope. Never."

Izuru Kira

You woke up to the feeling of something cool and adhesive being pressed gently to your throat. Your eyes opened to find Izuru leaning over you, brow furrowed in concentration, carefully smoothing a bandage over the side of your neck.

There was a bruise underneath, you could feel the tenderness, and from the look on his face Izuru been awake long enough to find it, agonize over it, and devise a solution before you even stirred.

"Izuru," you murmured, voice thick with sleep. "What are you doing?"

He pressed the edge down with his thumb, not meeting your eyes. "It's visible. I don't want people to look at you differently because of something I did."

Your chest ached at his words and you reached up and covered his hand where it rested against the bandage, pressing his palm flat to your throat.

"Thank you," you said, and meant it.

He finally looked at you, surprised, like he'd been bracing for you to be upset with him. "You're not mad?"

"Mad? Izuru, you woke up before me just to make sure nobody would give me a hard time today. That's…" You squeezed his hand. "Was really thoughtful of you."

The tension in his shoulders released all at once and he exhaled. You pulled him down and kissed his cheek, then the corner of his mouth.

"You're a good man, you know that?"

His ears went pink. "I just didn't want anyone to--"

"I know. That's why it means so much."

You touched the edge of the bandage and smiled. "Keep being you, okay? I'll wear your little patch job with pride."

A quiet laugh escaped him and he pressed his lips to your forehead.

"I'll apply the next one better," he said. "That one folded a bit while I was putting it on."

a/n. heheheheh i felt way too devious while writing this because of the few peps I had in mind

[minminho0]

sʟᴇᴇᴘʏ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ⋆·˚ ༘ *

The apartment is quiet when you wake up, sunlight barely slipping through the curtains. For a second, it feels like you’re alone, until an arm tightens around your waist, pulling you back into warmth.

“Stay,” he mumble, voice still thick with sleep, face tucked into your shoulder.

You let out a soft laugh, trying to shift. “I was just going to get water.”

A quiet unconvinced hum sounded out as his grip adjusts, not tight, just enough to keep you there, like leaving isn’t an option for you.

“…You can go later.”

You turn slightly, catching a glimpse of his hair messy, expression soft in a way he'd never show anyone else. No walls, no tension. Just this.

“Clingy,” you whisper.

“Only with you.”

That does something to your chest.

You sigh, acting annoyed, but still melted right back into his arms anyway, fingers loosely curling into his sleeve. “Fine. Five more minutes.”

A faint smile brushes your skin.

“…I’ll take ten.”

╰┈➤ ʏᴜᴛᴀ, ᴄʜᴏsᴏ, sᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ, sᴜɢᴜʀᴜ, ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ, ʏᴜᴊɪ, ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴇ~!

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝⋆·˚ ༘ *

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Bleach men eating you out

Characters: Urahara Kisuke, Aizen Sosuke, Kenpachi Zaraki, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Shunsui Kyōraku

part 2: Ichigo Kurosaki, Byakuya Kuchiki, Renji Abarai, Uryuu Ishida, Tōshirō Hitsugaya

part 3: Shinji, Gin, Ukitake, Starrk

cn: oral (f receiving), praising, slight degrading, edging, bondage, rough/soft, sub/dom, fingering, overstimulation

Kisuke

Kisuke is unpredictable. One day, he surprises you with aphrodisiac chocolates, the next, he has you bound and edged until you’re crying, and on another, he acts like none of it happened — making love to you as if those other nights were just in your head, but the glint in his eyes and the way his rough touches feel at the end always give him away.

“Tsk, tsk, [Name]. Do you always have to be so feisty?”

His tongue moves skillfully, teasing, only to stop suddenly. He plays it cool, pressing soft kisses to your thighs before sinking his teeth in just enough to make your hips jolt.

“Kisuke, I swear—”

Before you can finish, his tongue is on you again, eating you so well that the words die in your throat. Your breath catches, your whole body tensing from the swelling intensity.

“Oh, God— Oh, God!”

He doesn’t stop until your rippling orgasm is all over his mouth, slipping down to his chin.

Aizen

You are not prepared for the torturous night ahead if aizen has decided to eat you until you break. He edges you mercilessly, over and over, until you can’t even beg anymore—your body too drained to move.

“Please, Aizen…Please—“

He starts slow, laying you down in your shared bed, making you cum from just his fingers and do it at least twice before he finally loses control. By the time he grips your thighs at the edge of the bed, that knowing, sinister smile is already on his lips.

“You’ve turned me into something… beastly, dear.”

And then he eats you out so deeply, that all you can see, all you can feel, is him.

“A-Aizen—I love you so much, I love you, I love you—”

You pant heavily, eyes squeezed shut. He pauses for just a moment, letting his fingers trace slow, taunting circles around your clit, drinking in your desperation.

He chuckles. “How sweet… your desperation makes me crave you even more.” He lives for this—for seeing you completely undone beneath him. And because you’ve been so obedient, he decides to reward you.

Grimmjow

Grimmjow has experience—too much experience—and it shows in the way he refuses to stop, dragging you into another orgasm just because he wants to. You’re already at your third when you try to push him away.

“P-please—Stop! No more…”

He barely even acknowledges you, his sharp grin never fading.

“Huh? What was that?” His pace never slows, his fingers gripping your thighs to keep you still. “You knew what you were getting into, woman.” He pushes you past your limits, your legs trembling violently from pleasure and exhaustion. Tears sting the corners of your eyes.

“Now scream for me, brat.” He growls, adding. “Let me enjoy myself.”

Kenpachi

Kenpachi is starved.

When you’re in his hands, you don’t know if you’ll make it out unscathed or if you even want to.

He usually chains your hands above your head, the cold metal bars of the bed frame biting into your skin, a blindfold wrapped securely around your eyes. Like this, he can feast on you in peace, drinking in every single one of your screams as if your pussy is a meal meant only for him.

“Music to my ears, darling. Now, show me what you’re made of.” His mouth is ruthless, his long tongue dragging over every inch of your pussy with an almost lazy ease. His teeth graze your clit just enough to send a sharp jolt through your entire body. " Don’t make me tell you again, woman."

He likes it when you try to squirm away. He loves it when you realize you can’t.

Shunsui

Shunsui might seem like a lazy lover, but the truth is, he could spend hours between your thighs if you let him.

No, scratch that. He does spend hours between your thighs, overstimulating you until your body is nothing but pure sensation. He makes it his mission to have you pussy riding his face at least a few times a week.

“Mmm—” Your voice is muffled, your body trembling as you grind against his mouth. You’re so close—so ridiculously close—but your body aching from the intensity of it all and the pent up tiredness.

“You’re doing perfect, sweetheart. Just one more, let go for me.” Hus big hands grip your thighs, guiding your movements, helping you find the perfect rhythm. You try to hold on, but it’s all too much. Your fingers clutch the headboard, your back arching as you cum in his mouth, shuddering against him. He hums in satisfaction, licking his lips. “Mhmm… just one more, darling. You know i love the way you taste.”

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— : [nsfw] rough sex, recreational drug use, they’re both high

— : kink :: aphrodisiacs

the lady had given the pair a glass of the very red and very rare wine. it had seemed innocent at first but y/n slowly started to feel the effects as they made their way back to the inn. it was far more intense than the first time it hit her. just one small sip had this much power? it made her shudder.

jinshi was no better himself, his cheeks flushed and his eyes already starting to glaze over. she would’ve been concerned if she wasn’t more worried about getting her robes off and sitting in a cold tub filled with ice.

“that sneaky old hag” jinshi grunts, “she said it wouldn’t be this bad”

“of course she said that!” she snaps, she’s not mad, not really but she hadn’t expected it to take effect so fast. she prided herself on being an expert at dealing with different poisons and drugs.

she can’t even remember all that the older lady had said. she had brewed the tea for 10 minutes and the smell was intoxicating on its own but the effects of drinking it was almost instant.

one minute they were fine, normal even and the next they were sweating, cheeks feeling flushed as their robes clung uncomfortably to their skin.

“relax darling, we’re here to take care of each other” he chuckles, despite the flush on his cheeks getting worse. she knows he’s having a harder time than she is but she’s not in the mood to call him out on it.

stepping into the cold tub is soothing to her hot skin but it doesn’t nothing to help her burning desire. she can’t help the small pants that leave her slightly breathless.

“jinshi” she gasps and he nods in understanding, stepping into the tub behind her.

“i’ve got you my love” he gently lifts her onto his lap. he’s rock hard and it’s almost painful now but the moment she sinks down, he can’t help the loud moan. their inn is private enough but he knows their hosts had seen their state when they arrived.

he can’t bring himself to feel embarrassed about it. he focuses on how good she feels around him, fluttering and clenching uncontrollably.

“fuck” he tosses his head back, his fingers digging into the meat of her thighs.

she moans, slowing lifting her hips and down. the cold water around them does wonders for both them in terms of cooling down but very little for their lust.

she’s never experienced anything so intense in her life, she feels almost desperate for him. she can’t help moving faster and she moans louder when he thrusts up to meet each of her movements.

it’s so good, so much more hotter than it usually is but she’s not too keen on trying to drug again after this. it was almost too overwhelming.

“so good” he pants against her ear, “you make me feel so good”

he kisses her neck, his grip around her body tightening as he thrusts up faster. neither of them seem to care about the water sloshing around onto the floor. that’s the least of their worries.

“more jinshi, please” she begs and he happily obliges. he bends her over the tub, holding onto her hips as he pistons his hips in and out. it’s hard and fast and so uncoordinated but he can’t help it, can’t control how desperately he needs this.

they collapse forward, the tub creaking dangerously as he cums inside her. it’s so much hotter now and it’s a lot, messing out and dripping down her thighs.

“jinshi” she whimpers.

they had another hour of this before the side effects of the drug would subside. he could feel himself twitching inside her, still hard even after cumming so much.

“shhh i know darling” he coos, kissing her shoulder, “i’ve got you, let me make you feel better”

[mtcloudsworld]

" 𝗦𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮, 𝗕𝗮𝗯𝘆 "

18+ MDNI | wc: 6k, renji abarai x black!fem reader, bleach!renji, curly haired reader, tattooed!renji, established relationship, unprotected sex ( protection. always. pls!!! ), drunk sex, public sex, elevator sex, blow job, standing sex ( couldn't think of an actual position for this ), teasing, exhibitionism, pussy & dick personification, pet names, daddy kink ( sorry not sorry ), midnight shenanigans, creampie, slight aggression, power dynamic (?), overstimulation

tags: @h3avenlyglory @jellywrites1218 @aizawash0e @blond3ang3l @kaorus19

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The bass from the club was still thumping in your chest by the time you two stepped onto the elevator. With the alcohol in your system, there was a low, vibrating hum that mutated into a sudden wave of desire. 

You weren't usually this forward…or, the one to push the pace.

Normally, Renji took the lead—you liked being the one who went with the flow, letting his quiet dominance dictate the pace, melting into whatever rhythm he wanted. 

But tonight? Watching him lean against the handrail on the opposite side of the elevator, buzzed and looking utterly edibleー festered a thirst that didn't wanna die.

His tall, tatted frame was dressed in all black, the fabric stretching tight over his broad shoulders any time he moved. His red hair was falling into place over his shoulders in a half up, half down hairstyle, a few wild strands sticking to his damp forehead. 

Around his thick neck were his signature dog tags clinking softly against his chest, catching the buzzing fluorescent light of the elevator car.  He was quiet, eyes half-lidded, looking lazy as ever, and completely trapped in his own drunken bubble, just waiting for the car to move.

The sight of him—so massive and so effortlessly delectable and sexy—sent a sharp spike of arousal straight to your core. Your mouth went dry at the sight of him. Every nerve in your body recognizing him before your mind could catch up. 

With the scent of his cologne and your sweet body oil clinging to your skin, it felt as if the elevator itself had shrunk, pressing the two of you into a pocket of thick tension.

Your pulse kicked harder against your ribs, each beat a sharp, desperate reminder that you were still breathing— well… just barely. 

The buzz beneath your feet was mechanical, but it carried through your body like a second heartbeat, syncing with the pressure that had been building since the doors closed shut. 

Then impulse took over. 

When the elevator moved a few floors down, that's when your hand moved before thought could catch it─ slamming right against the red emergency brake button. 

The elevator lurches to a halt between floors. The warning bell sputtered to life letting out a dull drone that filled the air for a heartbeat before dying into silence. 

The quiet that followed was suffocating, strain building as you could only hear your own breathing become uneven in your ears.

Renji blinks slowly, his lashes heavy as he looks up at you. Confusion flickering across his face, then melting into something mischievous—a lazy, knowing grin tugging at the corner of his lips, the kind that made your stomach twist. 

He didn’t speak right away. 

He just watched you, allowing the silence to stretch until it felt unbearable. 

When he finally speaks, it's a rough register, the sound scraping through the quiet like a match struck in the dark. "What're you doing, pretty?" His words were lilt and slurred, his voice deep and hoarse from the booze and the shouting over the club speakers.

You couldn’t find the words to respond. 

The coil pressed down until it took over— dropping to your knees on the cold floor, the shock of it grounds you as your hands find purchase against the hard muscle of his thighs, gripping the dark fabric of his pants to anchor yourself in position. 

The second your sultry gaze met his, the confusion in his eyes vanished. Unmistakably swallowed by something much darker, and driven by desire.

You were a beautiful mess. A total hot mess—with your hair falling loose around your face, lip gloss smearing and mascara smudging slightly under your eyes─ this kind of mess felt like it belonged in a fever dream.

With this unwavering, feral of a glare, something unspoken filled the air between you. Your stare holding him captive, resembling a creature entirely possessed by hunger. A feline poised to strike. He went still under your grasp, jaw tightening, every muscle drawn taut as he caught the dangerous twinkle in your eye. 

Observing the smooth yet gradual glide of your tongue tracing between your glossy lips, your gaze switched between the heavy bulge in his pants to his piercing glare.

You could feel the physical weight of his stare as his hands worked at his waist, unbuckling his belt with clumsy urgency before shoving his boxers down just enough to let his girthy erection spring free. 

The visual impact was immediate─ your mouth instantly watering at the delicious sight. His dick massive, slightly curved and alive with tight veins pulsating visibly beneath the hot flesh. There was an intense throb blooming deep inside you that left you hollow and aching in response. 

He was so thick, pink head smooth, already glistening with a clear bead of precum. His shaft twitched in hunger, reacting the exact moment the faint warmth of your soft, needy moan brushed against it.

Leaning in close for a taste, the unfiltered heat radiating off his skin hits your face. You took your time handling him with excruciating care. Having no intention of rushing, but wanting to torture him just a little. Wanting to see just exactly how much control you could strip away from him while he was trapped at your mercy. 

By slowing down your breathing, you extended your tongue out, dragging it slowly up the sensitive underside of his shaft. Tracing the raised veins from the thick base all the way up to his swollen crown. Your pink muscle began to swirl in tight, wet circles around the ridge, tasting something salty and sweet linger on your tongue.

Entirely paralyzed by the view, he marvels at the sight of your tongue teasing him so ruthlessly. Giving just enough to make his lower stomach clench, yet hold back exactly what his body was begging for. 

From the weight of your touch, a low, persistent thrum flares deep in his groin. Testing his remaining patience, wanting nothing more than to break past your teasing lips. Your name leaves his lips. His knuckles going white, fingers locking around the elevator handrail with a pleading grip to keep himself from moving. "C'mon, princess," he grunts. His chest heaving under the black shirt, gaze pinning yours with hooded, blown-out eyes. "Stop playing and just take me already.”

Pausing, you accept the challenge.

A wicked smirk tugging at your lipsー you didn’t make him ask twice, knowing if you did, he'd make you pay…but, where was the fun in that? 

So, you kept your gaze fixed on him. Your jaw unhinging, opening wide, and catching the thick tip between your lips, letting him gradually slide right at home. Your warmth inviting, consuming every ounce of him with gradual deliberation. 

“S-Shit, y-yeah…that's it,” Renji cursed, eyes screwing shut as you dropped all restraint. 

The elevator car was immediately filled with sullied sounds of you slurping and slobbering around him. your tongue swirling relentlessly over the sensitive tip, tasting the musky rush of his precum hit your tastebuds. The friction of your tongue gliding against the smooth underside sends a shockwave of pleasure straight to his core. Having him tightly grip the bar as a low, helpless moan rip from his chest, "M-More, baby…Give me…m-more."

The heavy expanse of his calloused hand came down to the crown of your head, his long fingers tangled deep into your curls, guiding you with slow, heavy precision─ anchoring you as your swollen lips dragged tightly up and down his length.

Your hands squeezed tighter, your eyes fluttering shut as you focused profoundly on the guttural sounds of his grunts. You continued to bob your head in a relentless pace, your brows furrowing with the effort as your muffled moans sent wet vibrations straight through his length. Thick strings of saliva stretched shamelessly from your lips. Dripping off your chin to create small, wet puddles between your knees on the cold floor.

His grip in your hair tightens just a fraction, fingers flexing against your skull as you take him even deeper, the suction of your mouth pulling a ragged breath right out of his lungs.

"God, you're ruining me…" he rasped, his hips winding forward a little. Gaze thoroughly hazed with alcohol and pure ecstasy, he glances down at you in awe, cooing sweetly, "Look at you... down on your knees for me. deep throating me…so fucking…perfectly. Pretty mouth was made just for me."

Even as he showered you in breathless praises, the words only fueled your fire, doing nothing to check your speed or calm the raunchy echoes off the elevator walls. 

Your nails stayed buried in his flesh, tracking the exact second his muscles jumped and locked up completely—his body turning rigid as the friction pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuuuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, w-wait—" Renji choked out, his voice dropping into a desperate register. 

His hand shifts on your head, his palm pressing down a little firmer, forcing you to hold him deep in your throat for a grueling, motionless second. "Hold it right there. Just hold it... shit... if you keep moving like that, I'm gonna paint the back of your throat before you even realize it."

That’s the whole point…right?

​You looked at him through a haze of damp lashes, your brow lifting to throw his own warning back in his face. Your smudged, tear-stained eyes stayed challenging, teasing. Deciding to play it on your terms, Your gazes lock, your tongue began to map the stretch of his thickness, the veins beneath his length, your cheeks sink in sharply consciously relaxing your throat to swallow him down to the absolute hilt.ー Even pinned to the floor, you were single-handedly driving him insane, choosing out of brattiness to ignore his desperate plea,  

"Ah, s-shit—I told you to…w-wait," he growled, his voice breaking completely.

All traces of gentleness went out the window. 

And because you were driven by the alcohol, the tension of the space, and the sheer perfection of your mouth taking him like a champ, completely snapped his little to none restraint. 

His large hands locked into your hair with a tight grip, no longer anchoring you but demandingly commanding the depth of your mouth. Submissively taking in the filthy, chaotic encounter—the wet, loud squelch of his cock sliding past your slick lips and your involuntary, muffled gags─ obscenely filling his ears with a lawless melody. His hips beginning to roll forward in short, heavy thrusts, plunging his veiny dick deep into your throat as a way of claiming defeat.

A dark, breathless laugh scraped past his throat as he caught your amused glare. "You think it's funny, huh? Is this what you wanted? You like knowing…you got me…s-shit…completely fucked up in this damn elevator?" His fingers tangled tighter, his posture turning rigid as his lower stomach began to coil tight, your head is pulled into an angle allowing him to do whatever he wants, eyes rolling back with tears streaming down your face

"Keep that same energy, baby. Because the second you're done, I'm pinning you against that handrail and I'm fucking you senseless.”

​You maintained the grueling pace without a single shred of mercy. His veiny hands anchored your head in place as you greedily bobbed up and down, your throat relaxing just enough to take him before an involuntary gag buckled around him. Above you, Renji was completely finished. His head falling back hard against the mirrored wall, eyes rolling shut as the sheer, suffocating weight of the pleasure threatens to steal the strength right out of his legs.

As his head rolls lazily to the side against the stainless steel, his blurry vision catches a sharp glint of glass in the upper corner of the ceiling. A small, black dome is plugged right into the corner of the enclosure. Its tiny red light blinking periodically, capturing every single angle of your mouth sliding over his cock. 

For a fraction of a second, the reality of it dawns on his alcohol-soaked brain. 

A freshly awakened kink rises beneath his skin, and a dark, wicked smirk spreads across his face. He lets out a slurred, heavy moan. "Ooh, shit..."

Glancing back down at you, his eyes fix on the way your throat swells as you deep-throat him, taking him so far back that his heavy pulse is hammering directly against your tonsils. 

Something in him wants to tell you about the camera, wants to talk dirty to you about who might be watching them right now, but the words catch entirely in his throat. He can't speak—not when the friction is getting this intense, not when his lower stomach is tightening into a hard knot, and he knows he’s about to bust a load right down your throat.

"Don't stop,” he grunts out, his fingernails scraping against your scalp. “Right there… stay right there… I’m c-coming, baby, I’m—” 

He was coiling up fast, his breath coming in shallow, ragged pants through his nose. His words cutting off short into a sharp, strangled gasp as his body finally hit the point of no return. The veins along his arms and neck stood out as his body went completely rigid, his pelvis locking forward as he buried himself to the hilt in your mouth.

The car had gone quiet, soon flooding with the raw sounds of you gagging. His eyes were screwed shut, his teeth gritting as a low, guttural grunt tore from his chest. 

As he began to rut forcefully into your mouth, driving his cock deep into your mouth with unyielding thrusts. His dick twitched violently inside your mouth, his navel tightening hard as he felt the first wave of his orgasm violently erupt.

Sticky jets of his hot seed hitting the back of your throat with a sudden rush,his navel tightening hard as jet after jet of thick cream flooded your mouth making you swallow every ounce. You took it all without hesitation, your throat working automatically to gulp down the sheer volume of his release.

"Fuck... fuck..." His voice broke into breathless whisper, panting out as he held you still for several agonizing seconds, pinning your face flush against his pelvis while his cock throbbed out the last remaining twitches of his climax. His chest heaved, head thrown back against the elevator wall, riding out the numbness of the ecstasy crashing through him.

Slowly, his grip in your curls relaxed, his thick fingers gently sliding through the strands as he allowed you to pull back. He watches you closely, finally letting him slide free, a thick string of saliva mixed with his cream stretched from your lips to the glistening head of his dick. 

You heaved just a little from the blowjob, your eyes scaling north of him through your smudged lashes to his eyes glaring down at you. Completely spent from the mess you made around his dick.

His hooded eyes were full of dazed wonder, observing how you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand─ despite the ache in your throat─ a satisfied smirk returned to your face as you sexily lick the sticky remnants of him from off your lips. 

He let out a long, shaky exhale by the action. A slow, lazy grin spreading across his face as he reached down to pull you up on your feet. 

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He didn't waste a single second after you pulled off his cock to grab you by the waist, securing his large hands deep around your flesh as his lips locked with yours, tongues gliding over one another in a messy, breathless clash. With sudden surge of strength, he hoists you straight up off the floor, your back hitting the cold wall with a hard thud. Your legs wrapping automatically around his thick hips, locking yourself firmly in place.

You didn't have a minute to catch your breath between mouth-watering kisses, before you felt his hand slide down your sides. His warm fingers reaching beneath your already bunched up skin-tight dress, his fingers impatiently hooking into the thin, useless string of your thong, and dragging it over your left ass cheek. The sudden exposure leaves you completely bare before him— puffy brown pussy soaking wet, clenching on nothingness as you drip with arousal.

Lining himself up perfectly with your leaking hole, a consuming heat floods you as he buries his tip into your canal, watching in pure fascination as you take every inch of him. With inner walls expanding, accommodating and tightly molding themselves to the devastating size of his girth. Your fingers scrambled for purchase against the wall, finally gripping the cold handrail behind you as the sudden, overwhelming fullness made you arch your back. "Aww, s-shit~”

A weathered growl tears from his throat, sinking only halfway in, his forehead dropping heavily against your shoulder as he felt your core clamp around him mercilessly. 

“S-Shit, mama…you're so damn tight. squeezing me like a fucking vice”

He held you securely, your legs spread wide around him, giving him complete, uninhibited access to your heat. Your pussy tries to swallow him deeper, wanting more than what he was stubbornly willing to offer.

The deep contrast of his sex meeting yours was a scandalous swirl of pure pleasure, lucid noises becoming obscene as his balls kissed against your perineum with every punishing impact, leaving thick strings of your shared, sticky fluids to stretch and echo against the metal walls, creating a slick lube that allows him to easily thrust in and out of you.

“God, look at you...so fucking wet…hah…so drenched for me.” he purred, his eyes glaring straight down between your bodies, his hands shifting and gripping underneath the curves of your knees for extra leverage to wind his hips against you, burying himself a few desperate inches deeper.

“F-Fuck, Renji,” you whimpered weakly, pure pleasure pricking at your walls as you stretch more around him. “You feel so fucking good. So deep.”

“Fuck, you’re taking all of him so beautifully. His sweet babygirl.” he murmured, his glossy eyes tracking the slick, wet slide of his shaft brutally bottoming out against your cervix to prove it, his pelvis locking flat against yours as you let out a breathless gasp. The leverage beneath your knees becomes a useful tactic to launch into a flexible, punishing rhythm that makes the entire elevator car shudder.

Renji doesn't even attempt to pace himself, let alone give you a minute to just register everything before he put his dick to good use. 

To be honest, he really didnt give a fuck. 

He was drunk out of his mind, the causality of this all was thrown out the window the moment you were driven by unadulterated lust. Wanting nothing more than to feel your warmth surrounding the very thing that needed you. He didn't wanna waste another second, not when his pretty pussy was begging for him just as much.

With you pinned up against the wall and his massive frame towering over you, intimidation made you feel so small and yet so weak before him. The impact of his demanding strokes made your body tremble, hands tightening around the railing to keep yourself upright, getting harder and harder to grip by the minute.

But eventually, you feel it, The crumpling. The numbing pleasure. The constant, repetitive ache deep in your pussy. Your eyes nearly crossing when you feel the sharp jab of his tip kissing directly against your cervix. His length brushes past your G-spot in grueling strokes, creating obnoxious, smacking noises against your shared skin. “Ah, fuck daddy, right there,” you moaned, feeling the intoxicating heat blooming in your lower belly.

“Mmhm…that's it. Open up for me, baby. There you go… yeah that's it. so sweet for Papa. Just loving me so good,” he pants, his forehead coming down to meet yours, admiring with a stifling stare as his dick buries itself inside you and pulls back out, observing how the syrupy substance grows more gushy and silky by the second.

“Deeper, daddy, deeper….” you whimpered softly, your pleas coming out breathless. “Please...I wanna feel all of you.” He didn't hesitate to give you what you wanted, watching as all seven inches of him fill you to the brink, stretching your walls to their breaking point. “Yes, yes─” for a second your words halt, your jaw dropping in shock by the newfound depth of him, pounding into your cunt persistently like he was aiming for his target. Your eyes instantly rolling back in glory. “hah!─ yesー fuck yes! Keep going. Don't stop!” Your head tilts back when you feel his body press even closer against yours, adjusting his angle a little more. 

His face lowers just at the side of your face. His nose nudging below your jaw, dragging down the sensitive length of your neck to plant open-mouthed kisses over your heated flesh, gradually feeling where your pulse point thrums, hearing the moany pants escape from your lips and fan over his ear.

“Pretty pussy killin’ me,” he growled hoarsely against your pulse. “C’mere, hold on to me right here…yeah, like that. There you go,” with you still pressed against the wall, his bulging arms moved further underneath your knees, his hands scaling down your backside to cradle the fat of your ass cheeks, remotely holding you up just as much while he plunges into you.

A whiny, high-pitched gasp tears from your lungs, the exhilarating rush of pleasure making you lock your arms tightly around him for dear life. “Oh… my— fffff-fuuuck!” Even with your vision completely blurred, the sudden, overwhelming burst of vitality forced tears to spill past your tightly clenched eyelids and track down your flushed cheeks. 

Your mind short-circuits, finding it impossible to form a single coherent word while your voice box rendered entirely mute. As your lashes flickered helplessly, staring past his shoulder, you were in utter awe by his steady strength— the way he’s holding you suspended while driving into you without a single shred of mercy. 

It was entirely different. It was new. It was a sensory threshold you’d never crossed before, and it instantly became your favorite thing. Your brain completely dissolved, leaving zero room for concentration as he fucked you like a fragile doll, leaving you shattered and beautifully broken.

 “R-Ren...ji…!” His name is fractured into a helpless sob against his skin. In response, his pace grows ravenous, his hips snapping with sudden, relentless cadence that threatens to split you in two, all while he mutters unravelled praises against your earー words that made you feel like the goddess that you were. 

His face hid in the hollow of your throat. Hot, frantic breaths hitting your exposed chest, raising immediate goosebumps across your skin. Clinging weakly to his broad shoulders, the sharp acrylics of your nails digging hard into his skin. A low hiss escapes his teeth as your nails leave crescent indentations through the cotton of his shirt, the pain only making him thrust into you harder.

You couldn't think. You couldn't hold yourself up. You couldn't fight the weight of him when every instinct was begging you to just melt and mold yourself into his chest. You wanted to be taken. You wanted to be used ruthlessly, to feel completely suffocated by his possessive love while he stayed buried balls-deep in your soaking heat. 

You were dying for him to finally break—to paint your walls with his creamy cum and leave a thick, milky ring around his shaft with every single unyielding rut.

"Oh, god..." The thought tore a whimper from your throat. Your head tossed back, revealing your neck to his hooded gaze, spotting the deep maroon marks littering your flesh, to then drift back to your fucked out face. Crying from the intense rapture crashing through your body. 

Renji savores it, captures it and presses his lips to your skin to resume his ministrations.

But as your head rolls to the side to give him better access, your unfocused gaze suddenly catches a shape in the upper corner of the ceiling. You squint through the haze, your eyes locking onto a tiny black dome nestled comfortably in the corner. A small, rhythmic red light blinking steadily right at you—like a sniper keeping its target pinned.

You blinked hard, trying to blink away the fractured clarity, trying to clear your head to ensure you weren't losing your mind, but the camera remained exactly where it was. 

Your eyes widened by slow increments. 

The sudden realization twisting your expression into something intensely aroused yet deeply terrified. Your heart skips a panicked beat as a sudden, dirty spike of adrenaline floods your system at the same time.

"R-Ren– ren–ji?" you utter, your voice trembling as he slams into you again and again and again, hitting your sweet spot so demandingly that your toes curl tight against the soles of your heels.

“F-Fuck… yes, baby?” he groans in response. His eyes shut tight, forehead resting heavily against your shoulder while his hips maintain their unforgiving rhythm.

“R—Renji… there— there'sー oh god, fuck!” you yelped aloud. You try to avert your gaze from the ceiling, your cheeks burning with humiliation that only seemed to spike your arousal to a dangerous threshold. “T-there's— there's a cam-eraahh!”

You expected him to react.

You expected him to stop everything and just silently freak out.

But unfortunately..

Renji doesn't do shit.

In fact, he doesn't even pause. 

Not once.

He just continues his due diligence like a good boy, pounding his hips forward, balls-deep before letting out a rough, breathless laugh against your neck.

"Heh…yeah… I know."

Your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

You dug your fingernails hard into his shoulders to force his attention, a sharp flash of annoyance spiking through your panic at his sudden casualness.

“You know?!” you echoed, shocked.

“Yeah… spotted it… earlier,” he murmured, entirely nonchalant.

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. “You knew this the entire time and didn't think to say anything?!"

"Nngh, fucking christ─ how the fuck could I…when I was balls deep in your throat, baby?" he slurred out, his voice thick and dripping with satisfaction as he hoisted you higher, tilting his hips to adjust his angle. "I was too busy… tryna bust a nut."

“Y-you… fucking… ahh—asshole!” you gasped, your knuckles tightening as you clung to him, your body completely betraying you by clamping even tighter around his length.

A cocky smirk spreads across his face as he almost pulls all the way out, letting the cool air hit your dripping wet folds, before slamming back in so deep you feel it in your chest. 

“And yet…” he rasped, his dark eyes locked onto your ruined expression, nose nudging against your own teasingly. “...this asshole’s bouta make you cum, huh?” 

Right now, that camera was the least of your problems, unfortunately.

With his eyes heavily tracking the sudden, desperate shift in your body. His bottom lip rolled between his teeth, completely failing to hide his dark amusement as he captivates the sight of your face contouring into something so purely sinful, forgetting about the device entirely. 

He narrows on the visceral feeling of him rearranging your guts. Letting out a low, mocking coo against your ear, loving how completely wrecked you looked when you were this disheveled—so whiny, so desperate for release as you hovered at the brink of a climax.

His control becomes rigorous, mischievously taking into account the pathetic way your pussy frantically squeezes and clampes around him, mapping the exact moment your mind breaks. 

Your words become slurred, speaking a continuous, mindless loop about how good he was making you feel. demanding that he piston into you faster, harder, stroke after crushing stroke, feeding his ego to the point of pure poise. Not that he ever lacked confidence, but hearing those broken confessions tear from your throat under such forbidden circumstances turned him on tremendously.

It was all so overwhelming, the sultry way you spoke to him—making you feel like a slut just begging for it, completely undone in your own right. Your man gave it to you so well, making you feel like the only girl in the world the way he puts it down. 

He had every access to your body, every advantage, every soul bearing trick that could make you tick, he worshipped you like a vice, loyally not caring the slightest if his devotion made him look like a fucking simp. 

You were his woman─ his map to intimacy and exploration. He was a dope fiend for your touch, addicted to your body in every way possible.

“Damn, daddy…you're f-fucking me so good,” you cried out helplessly, your hips instinctively rolling forward to meet every hard slam of his pelvis.

“Mhmm,” he smirks, his nose brushing against your own before leaning in to devour your lips.  Your fingers playing frantically at the nape of his hair, your mouth parts, inviting his tongue to slip inside, gliding loosely against your pink muscle, effectively catching and swallowing every high-pitched moan you let slip. 

“So perfect,” he panted mid-kiss, his pace turning fast and frantic as his veiny hands grip your ass tighter to shove you down onto his length over and over again, the heavy plap! plap! plap! of his skin slamming against yours bouncing loudly off the walls.

“You love me fucking you like this, don't you?”

“Y-yes… s-so… fucking… much!” you sobbed quietly, the friction forcing a delicate weep from your chest as you clung to him.

“Uh huh, I know,” he murmured, a low, breathy smirk brushing against your damp jawline. “I could tell…should do this more often, hm? I love how pathetic you look right now. My sweet, pathetic baby, so fucking needy for me. Just begging to cum, aren't you? Don't worry, baby... I gotchu... You're getting close— I can feel it.”

The heat in the elevator becomes suffocating, your sweat mixing with his as the climax rushes up on you like a freight train.

"R-Reni─!" you whined loudly. “I'm.. I'm─”

Renji’s jaw clenches, feeling the quiver of your walls starting to twitch and squeeze around his dick, locking his arms beneath you to piston into you with everything he had.

“Uh huh, give it to me, doll," he rasped, his breath hot against your smeared glossy lips. "Give it all to Papaー”

The command barely left his lips before your body fractured. Clamping around him like a shell, crying out an unrestricted moan as your orgasm tore through you, sending waves of blinding pleasure straight to your brain.

"Oh, baby—" Renji moaned, head snapped back in exhilaration, jaw locked so tight the veins in his neck stood out like thick cords. He didn't stop moving. He couldn't. If anything, your climax made him lose his mind. His thrusts turned into short, taxing jolts, strokes so deep you could feel the weight of his balls clapping against your soaking entrance, sending an overstimulated sensation to your clit. 

“S-Shit, renjiー please!ー S’too much! S’too much!ー” 

At the end, his body locks up. Lodging himself to the absolute hilt as His own climax breaks through filling you to the brim. His fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass with a bruising grip, pinning you flat against the wall as his body grows tired, finally blowing the rest of his load.

His pants against your ear were hot and ragged, his entire frame trembling from the sheer force of the release. He stayed there for a minute, pulsing heavily between your throbbing walls, The elevator remained dead silent, save for the sound of your combined, exhausted breathing. 

After a long minute, a low, breathy chuckle vibrates against your collarbone. "Jesus, kitten."

Slowly, his head pulls back from your shoulder, wild red hair brushing against your cheek. A shaky exhale escaping, feeling the adrenaline finally start to cool in his veins  

"You're gonna be the death of me.” he muttered, a lopsided grin on his face as he looks at your tired face, makeup smudged and curls out of place.

You grunted, unable to say much more while still trying to catch your breath. Your head shifts to his shoulder listening to the frantic, hammering of his heartbeat.

Renji holds you a little longer, cradling you until you calm down, placing kisses at the side of your face and neck. He took long, deep breaths of your scent, his large hands shifting from your ass to your lower back, arms encircling around you while your thighs tried to wrap around him tightly, holding you in place against the wall for leverage. He smiles gently, loving the feeling of you anchored to him.

"You good, mama?" he murmurs, his voice still low and gravely against your ear, his thumb tracing a slow line across the soft flesh of your hip

"Mhm,” you respond weakly.

A chuckle slips from his lips, raising a brow in concern and curiosity, “You sure?” he asked again before pulling away to get a good look at you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“Y-yeah,” you nodded, meeting his gaze. “My legs are just shaky is all," you whispered, smiling, a lighthearted laugh catching in your throat. 

He smirks, “yeah, well…you might not be able to walk for a week.”

Slowly, he slid his length out of you. The sudden absence of him making you whine softly, immediately feeling his warm release begin to drip down the inside of your thighs. Renji carefully lowers you back onto the floor, but he doesn't let go of you right away. He keeps one solid arm wrapped firmly around your waist, bracing you until he is sure your knees wouldn't buckle.

You leaned back against the wall, putting your clothes back into some semblance of order with shaky fingers. Renji stands right in front of you as he shamelessly tucks himself back into his pants, zipping them up and buckling his belt with practiced ease.

Once he was decent, he looked back up at the corner of the ceiling. The small black dome of the security camera still there, obviously, blinking its red light away like nothing had happened. 

A sly grin is pulled at the corner of his mouth, and casually he reaches up, lifts a hand and flips the lens a lazy, cocky middle finger.

"Hope they enjoyed the show," he muttered, turning back to you with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Your eyes instantly rolled. 

"Shut up renji.” you groaned, feeling the embarrassment come back once again, pulling the end of your dress down past your hips. “I still can't believe you knew and didn't say anything.” You grumbled under your breath, “that’s so embarrassing.” Your hands coming up to your burning face as the reality of what you’d just did fully crashing over you.

He just laughsー a rich, malicious echo bouncing around the small enclosure. Stepping up to you, he reaches out, wrapping his large hand around your wrist to gently pull your hands away from your face.

"My poor baby, so embarrassing, huh?" He coos mockingly, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your lips, humming at the taste of him still on your tongue before reaching past you and pressing his palm onto the red emergency brake button again.

The elevator gave a sudden jolt, the warning bell silencing as the mechanical thrum kicked back to life. The car finally beginning its smooth descent down to the lobby.

“Tch,” You scoffed, glaring between his eyes and lips that were still giving kisses. “You’re really enjoying this, huh? You think it’s funny.” 

“Mm, a little.” He gives a one sided shrug, still smirking. “You just make it too easy to enjoy.” 

Your eyes rolled at that, muttering, “oh, please…” while your arms crossed under your chest. 

Renji slides his arm back around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his massive frame whispering against your hair, "Let's get you home.” watching as the floor numbers tick lower on the digital display.

©𝗺𝘁𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱𝘀 ─ 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 ─ 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

[byakuyacoochie]

New Year's Kiss - Various x Reader

Summary: You'd like a kiss at Midnight and you're not afraid to ask

Characters:

Jjk: Nanami, Gojo, Ino, Choso, Todo, Shoko, Toji

Jjba: Anasui, Abbacchio, Rohan, N'Doul, Bruno, Jotaro, Kars

Bleach: Shinji, Renji, Grimmjow, Rangiku, Byakuya, Ulquiorra, Isshin & Ryūken, Jushiro, Shunsui

Gintama: Gintoki, Kondo, Hijikata

Hunter x Hunter: Kite, Pakunoda, Hisoka

A/N: The quality might not be very consistent half way through I really stuggled on who to write but was dead set on 29 chats....It's also hard for me to limit myself to one pic for one character.

Day Fic Twelve of 12 Days of Christmas

[nydascienceguy]

doberman boyfriend (n.) - a male significant other that is bigger, and more physically capable to protect his companion, yet is loyal, accommodating, and submissive to his significant other.

-‧˚꒰🐾꒱༘⋆

before you guys started dating, he was already protective over you. walking you home, doing the side walk rule, even pulling you by your waist closer to him of a big group of people walk past you guys.

but when he asked you out, he was actually soo nervous. he might look big and tough but he’s such a sweetheart. he bought your favorite flowers, and candies that you mentioned weeks ago. he was blushing and all, ugh he’s so sweet.

now with dating…this man… lord you stress him out. he loves to spoil you and give you money, so when you’re out shopping and not back after he comes back from work, he’s absolutely exploding your phone. calling and texting you even though he has your location and everything. “baby, where are you?” he asked in a worried tone, hands damn near shaking. — “did my text not send? im at victoria secret.” you responded, a relieved sigh was heard from your boyfriend’s end. “ok sweets, just let me know when you’re coming back ok? and give me a haul when you do. i love you.” — “i love you too baby.”

when you guys moved in with each other, he’s like a clingy dog (ironic cause dobermans are clingy) he NEEDS to be skin to skin with you at all times. when you guys are cuddling, he’s holding your hand, breast, or even ass if you let him. or when you’re taking a nap, even if he isn’t tired, he loves feeling your warmth. “mmm, five more minutes. promise.” he groaned as he hugged you while laying on top of you, squeezing you even tighter. the thing is… you just wanted to go to the bathroom and come back.

now for dates, he love, love, loves to surprise you with these dates. the restaurants he chooses are always upscale and private. he loves seeing you go all out too, he’s almost seen your whole dress closet at this point. “you’re so beautiful my love, absolutely gorgeous.” he compliments as he sat across from you, softly taking your hand and kissing it.

TOJI , zoro , nanaminnn , renji , kuroo , erwin

golden retriever boyfriend (n.) - a significant other that is easygoing and makes it fairly simple to maintain a happy and fulfilling relationship.

-‧˚꒰🐾꒱༘⋆

he loves to bother and tease you on a daily, but not to the point you’re actually annoyed. he loves to see you happy, when coming back home from a hard frustrating day of work, he’s setting the table for cooking your favorite meal. “surprise! i heard how frustrating your week has been, just wanted to make you feel better.” he finishes, walking over to you and showering your face with kisses.

his love language is definitely quality time and physical touch. he loves going on little side quests with you, his favorite is definitely going to the mall with you. going to different stores for clothes, perfumes, cologne, just wants you to spend time with him. even if you guys aren’t going out, he likes to spend time with you, playing video games, janga, connect 4, he’ll let you win (sometimes.)

he loves to take pictures with you too, you remember the day he said he’s going grocery shopping and on the way he picked up a massive body mirror. “babyyy! i love it! but where are we gonna put ?!” you asked admiring it. “in the bedroom of course.” that’s exactly where you it stays, when you guys are going out, he always makes sure you guys get a photo together so he can post it on his insta story.

this man is PRONE to PDA, he loves letting people know that you’re with him. holding hands and holding you by your waist, he remembers one time where you tried to unhook fingers while holding hands, just for him to squeeze your hand tight. “hey- oww! ok! ok! i’m sorry!” you joked as you felt the little sparks of pain on your hand.

same with doberman, he’s extremely clingy, he has to go everywhere with you, when you somehow get out of his grasp in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, once your done he’s standing in front of the doorway ready to pick you up and place you back in the exact position yall were in before. on the side note he loves being spooned, the way he loves when your soft hands ran though his hair, and back. that’s the recipe that’ll knock him out.

satoru , oikawa , rengoku , connie , bokuto

black cat boyfriend (n.) - a partner who is often described as having personality traits typically associated with a black cat, like being independent, somewhat mysterious, reserved, and potentially aloof, but also fiercely loyal and affectionate when they choose to be close

-‧˚꒰🐾꒱༘⋆

i wouldn’t say he’s lazy, but he loves to stay at home with you, he has a small friend group, barely present on social media, he’s just part of her own world. his favorite activities to do with you is sit at home and binge watch your favorite tv shows and movies, and pretends that he doesn’t enjoy it.

he loves having deep conversations with you, or you guys are talking about something interesting. even before dating, he felt that he could truly trust you with opening up about sensitive and personal information about himself. you’re so understanding of his situations, his heart beat faster when you held his bigger hands to comfort him.

he still struggles to show affection ngl, it’s not the fact that he’s not interested but he’s just shy and awkward. one time, he saw a beautiful bouquet of flowers when coming back from work, he came back home and when trying to give them to you, he was a blushing and stuttering mess, his palms are sweaty, his heart rate spiking up thinking you didn’t like them, just for you to look in awe and tease him about it. “awee thank you so much babyy, they’re so beautiful.” you awed, taking them out of his sweaty hands and kissing his cheek. “and stop getting so nervous when getting me gifts i like, looking as red as a tomato baby.” you teased softly pinching his nose.

for dates, he likes going to somewhere simple, his favorites are coffee shops, museums or aquariums. he likes to keep you a little distracted so he can sneak pretty pictures of you. his wallpaper is literally a collage of pictures he snuck of you while you weren’t looking.

now just because he’s shy doesn’t mean he won’t stand up for you when you’re disrespected, if a random guy bumps into you and doesn’t apologize he’ll literally grab him by the shirt and make him apologize (hoo wee).

lastly, with cuddling, he’s big spoon every time. he loves when you’re laid up on his chest feeling safe and comfortable, as he strokes your back to sleep. hearing your little snores, and feeling your little twitches in your sleep. or when you’re sleeping on your side, he’s behind you wrapping his arm around your torso, his head resting behind yours as he gets light whiffs of your hair. he just loves holding you in his arms.

suguru , ushijima , erenn , choso , law ,

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[bambieyedpoet]

⋆˚࿔ bleach university/college au headcanons ⋆˚࿔

starring: nerd uryuu, alt renji, frat boy grimmjow, jock chad, campus golden boy ichigo.

⸝⸝ dear y/n, we are pleased to inform you that your application at shinigami university has been accepted. welcome to our institution! ⸝⸝

to say you were excited would be an understatement -- your dream university, in your dream degree, but more importantly your dream of being surrounded by unbelievably attractive men has come true. you see, shinigami unviersity was #1 in the state for academics, and also good-looking people. anytime a new achievement would break out about the unviversity performing well in any academics, the discourse on the internet would be about how goodlooking their principal aizen was or the cute smiles of the students in lab coats.

you accept the invite link for the group chat, to familairse yourself with the people in your cohort, and boy were you pleased. you scroll, and scroll, and scroll -- looking at the faces, the accolades, the background of all the people going.

there were a couple names which stood out...

hottie one: uryuu ishida, the nerd

uryuu ishida has deep blue eyes, square glasses that look a bit outdated, and hair that always sits perfectly even when he’s rushing between classes. he got into shinigami university on a full scholarship without needing any help. in high school he was the dux, the school leader, and the student teachers used as an example when they wanted everyone else to try harder.

at uni he hasn’t slowed down. he’s the manager of three societies, the top student in pre‑medicine, and the person everyone goes to when they need clarification on lecture content. he never brags about any of it. he just does the work and moves on.

no one talks about his dating history because there’s nothing to talk about. he keeps to himself and doesn’t get involved in drama. the only thing people mention is that he studies too much and never misses a deadline.

you eventually learn more about him than most people do. after scrolling through his instagram, which is mostly photos of textbooks and neat notes, you find a few old posts of sewing projects and crochet pieces. they’re simple, but you can tell he put effort into them. it’s the most personal thing he’s shared online, and it makes you curious about what else he does when he’s not buried in coursework.

hottie two: renji abarai, the alternative boy

renji abarai stands out on campus without trying. he has bright red hair, tattoos that run down his arms, and a collection of guitars he rotates through depending on his mood. most people know him as the alternative guy in engineering who somehow passes every unit even though he skips half the lectures because he's unbelievably talented.

he got into shinigami university through a mix of decent marks, a strong practical portfolio, and a reference from a teacher who believed he’d do well if he actually applied himself. he’s not top of the cohort, but he’s the one everyone wants in their group because he can build anything and fix anything.

he’s loud in tutorials, laughs at his own jokes, and always has a guitar pick in his pocket. he plays at small gigs around campus and sometimes at bars near the uni. people recognise him before he recognises them.

there are plenty of rumours about him. some say he’s dated half the arts faculty, others say he’s too focused on band practice to bother with relationships. no one really knows the truth because he doesn’t talk about it.

you find out more by accident. his instagram is full of photos of guitars, band posters, and half-finished engineering projects. buried between them are a few older posts of him practising chords in his bedroom, long before the tattoos and the confidence. it makes him feel more real, less like the loud guy everyone assumes he is.

hottie three: grimmjow jaegerjaquez, the frat boy

grimjow jaegerjaquez is one of the most popular people at shinigami university. everyone knows him, even if they’ve never spoken to him. he’s loud, confident, and always in the middle of whatever is happening on campus. he’s majoring in international business, mostly because it sounds impressive and he likes the idea of travelling for work later.

he’s a key member of his frat. he’s not the president, but people treat him like he runs the place. he’s the one who gets everyone to show up to events, the one who talks his way out of trouble with campus security, and the one who somehow convinces lecturers to give extensions when the whole group needs them.

his tattoos are impossible to miss. they cover his arms and back, and he adds new ones whenever he feels like it. he doesn’t explain them. he just says they look good, and no one argues.

he skateboards everywhere. to class, to the shops, through the courtyard, even inside the frat house. he’s good at it too. he jumps stairs, grinds rails, and never seems to fall. people film him all the time, and the clips end up on uni meme pages. some say he’s dated half the business faculty. others say he’s impossible to keep up with. he doesn’t confirm anything. he just laughs and keeps moving.

his instagram is full of party photos, gym shots, and videos of him skating. if you scroll far enough, you find older posts from before he joined the frat. he looks less polished, less intense. it’s the only sign that he wasn’t always the centre of attention.

hottie four: chad [yasutora sado], the jock

yasutora “chad” sado is known across shinigami university for one thing before anything else: his size. he’s tall, built, and famous for his strength. he’s a boxer with an impressive record, and the sports faculty treats him like their unofficial mascot. even people who don’t follow boxing know who he is.

he’s majoring in sports science, because it lines up with his training and he actually enjoys learning how the body works. he’s not loud in class, but he pays attention and hands in every assignment on time. tutors like him because he’s respectful and doesn’t cause trouble.

he’s part of the uni boxing club and trains almost every afternoon. the gym staff know him by name. he helps new members without being asked, and he never shows off even though he could. he’s the type who lifts heavy weights without making a scene.

people say he’s too focused on training to date, or that he’s impossible to read because he doesn’t talk much. he doesn’t correct anyone. he just keeps to himself and looks after the people he cares about.

hottie five: ichigo kurosaki, the campus golden boy

ichigo kurosaki is the campus golden boy. he gets good grades, plays basketball for the uni team, and somehow manages to stay on top of everything even with a packed schedule. people know him as the guy who always shows up, works hard, and doesn’t make a big deal about it.

he’s majoring in psychology. he picked it because he wants to understand people better and because it felt right. he’s not the type to brag about marks, but he consistently sits near the top of his classes. tutors like him because he participates without taking over the room.

on the court he’s fast, sharp, and competitive. the basketball team relies on him during big games, and he handles the pressure without acting like he’s above anyone else. he trains early in the morning, goes to class, then trains again in the afternoon. it’s a routine he sticks to without complaint.

he dresses simply, usually in hoodies and team gear, but he still stands out. he has bright hair that makes him easy to spot in any crowd. people greet him everywhere he goes, and he always gives a quick nod back even if he’s in a rush.

who would you guys want to date?

nerd uryuu

alternative renji

fratboy grimmjow

jock chad

golden boy ichigo

Voting ended onMay 8