kittsyspaw

[kittsyspaw]

Exactly

When you realize fanfic writers are just fanfic readers who couldn't find what they wanted to read 💀

[kittsyspaw]

IXHIGEOSIDGEUIWIWMDMD

. ✦ ݁ ˖ First time for everything. ✦ ݁ ˖

WC: 2k

Summary: You've been on several dates with the orange-haired boy you met in your algebra class. You've never really been in a relationship, so everything is new. You're curious about everything, and so is Ichigo.

He pulls into the spot, jerking the gear shift into park. Rain hits the window as you look out at the basically empty parking lot.

"Knew a spot, huh?" You tease, making fun of his idea of a good place to chill.

"Yeah, yeah." He rolls his eyes with a smirk as he leans back.

Music faintly plays in the background as you toy with the hem of your jean shorts.

"I can't believe it started raining as soon as we pulled up." He says, trying to make small talk. Is he as nervous as you?

You feel tension. Sexual? You don't know, after all, you've never done anything like this before.

It feels like you're just waiting for him to kiss you. You shift in your seat like your body is waiting for something to happen.

Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you look up from your lap.

His seat is leaned back, enough for his long legs to comfortably relax. You can't help but notice the way his sleeves hug his biceps.

He's on his phone, changing the song.

He picks that artist he knows you love, looking to you for approval before setting his phone down.

"Trying to butter me up?" You joke, turning your body slightly to face him.

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, "Maybe." His gaze his heavy.

The tension grows.

Your body tingles in anticipation, like it's second nature to crave his mouth on yours.

You smile, a small blush appearing on your face, "It's working." 

The rain picks up, hammering down on the roof of his car.

He sits up slightly, leaning on the console. He looks out the window before landing his gaze on you.

"Yeah?" He says, gaze flicking down to your lips and back up to your eyes.

His small smile fades into lust as he leans in more.

Your mouth twitches before his lips land on yours. The sensation is unfamiliar as his warm mouth moves over you.

He reaches his hand over, cupping your cheek gently. You tense before welcoming his touch.

You lean over the console as well, meeting him halfway. You grip the leather. The hand he has on your face is joined by the other.

You sigh into his mouth as your saliva mixes with his. He pulls back slightly, just enough to meet your eyes.

"What's wrong?" You ask, turning to him completely.

"I've never really done anything like this." He admits sheepishly, clearly embarrassed by his lack of experience.

You smile in relief, "I haven't either." 

You notice the way his posture relaxes, his Adam's apple bobs in his throat as he looks to your lips again.

You're the one to lean in this time, planting a small peck on his lips before kissing him again. He tastes like the caramel candy he snacked on earlier.

This time it's heavier, more passionate. His tongue runs along your lip, requesting access. 

You part your lips slightly as his tongue meets yours. They tangle and dance as you both cup each other's faces.

Your hand slides back to his hair, stroking the orange strands. His cologne fills your nose. He smells fresh and musky, like the morning after rain.

The tension is different now; it feels bold, like you both know what you want to happen, like you both know what's next.

You're soaked through your panties, throbbing around nothing as you rub against your denim shorts, seeking even the smallest bit of friction.

You feel out of breath as the kiss gets messier, more heated.

His hands cup your jaw on either side, and he pulls you closer with each swirl of his tongue.

Your senses are overwhelmed as your head spins and your heart beats faster.

When he separates his mouth from yours, a string of spit follows him. His hair is out of place, and his lips swollen.

His taste lingers in your mouth. You think you're probably looking the same, mouth tingling, and winded. You could look at him for hours.

He searches your face for any disapproval; he won't find any.

He tries to find the words to describe how he feels right now. He doesn't need to; you feel the same.

Before he can even try to reassure you that he doesn't expect anything, you climb over the console, straddling his lap.

His eyes are wide as they look up at you, his hands hover over your hips like he's scared you'll disappear if he touches you.

You hold his face in your hands, touching his lips to yours again. His erection presses against you.

He's just as worked up as you.

He relaxes against you, melting into your touch as his hands finally find your hips.

Hands moving to his hard chest, you rub him through his shirt, feeling his abs under the fabric as they tense.

You feel drunk? High? Something. How can he make you feel this way? Like you're floating, you're addicted. 

He whispers against your lips as he rubs the end of your shirt, "Can I?"

You desperately nod, forehead against his as he removes your top. You help him, pulling it over your head, tossing it in the back seat.

He's at a loss for words when his eyes fall to your chest. Tits all proped up by your bra.

Letting out a shaking breath, he cups them as he runs his thumbs over the bud.

You grind against him, letting out a satisfied sigh at the sensation. 

"You're beautiful." He says, looking up at you with needy eyes, like you have any idea what's next.

Smiling, you look down at him, "You're turn." You joke.

He quickly pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it back where yours is now lying.

You stare at him before realizing the situation you're in. "Do you have any....." You ask, nodding down to his erection, unsure.

He looks at you in confusion before quickly catching on.

"Oh, yeah." He blurts, flinging open the center console.

A single condom is uncovered as he rustles through the compartment.

He holds it in front of him, between his fingers.

"You were expecting this?" You joke, fake upset in your tone.

"What, no?!" He panics, thinking you misunderstood his intentions. "Renji gave it to me as a joke." He admits, embarrassed.

"Well," You pretend to think, running your finger down the valley of his abs.

"Tell Renji I said thanks." You tease, lying back against the dash, you unbutton your pants, wiggling out of them.

He does the same, pulling his jeans down just enough to show his boxers, a wet stain on the thin fabric from his pre-cum.

He pulls his dick out of his boxers, and your eyes widen. He's big, not that you have anything to compare him to, but he's clearly well above average.

You lean forward, kissing his neck, as he fumbles with the rubber, his hands shaky.

He eventually slides it over his length, and you position yourself over him.

You're so wet you can hardly stand the lack of friction.

"Are you nervous?" He asks, staring into you, trying to get an idea of how you're actually feeling.

You let out a small laugh, "Yes," you plant your hands on his chest, "But I'm ready."

Satisfied with your reassurance, he holds himself under you.

You lower just enough for the head of his dick to breach your entrance. You let out a small gasp, sliding down a little more.

He hisses as you do so, head falling back onto the headrest.

"You okay?" He asks, voice slightly strained as he rubs your thigh.

"Yeah." You sigh, biting your lip. 

You adjust and slide down the rest of the way, a slight burning sensation bubbles into pleasure as you drench his cock.

Both of you gasp, unfamiliar with the sensation of him being balls deep inside of you.

"Oh god." You whisper in a shaky breath, digging your nails into his shoulders.

It feels like he hardens even more inside you when your sharp nails leave crescent-shaped imprints on his traps.

Your forehead falls against his as he guides your hips. You raise before sliding back down, swiveling your hips with each lift of them.

The sound of your cunt moving up and down his cock is slightly drowned out by the loud pellets of rain falling on the car.

You heave and moan as you fuck yourself on top of him.

Your eyes begin to water from the overwhelming pleasure, blurring your vision.

He notices the tears falling from your eyes, his brows furrow in confusion and worry.

"Am I hurting you?" He asks, hands softening their grip on you, his voice laced with concern.

"Shit ah- No," You whimper, "Feels so good." 

His face relaxes as he exhales, leaning back more, supporting some of your weight by pressing your back.

His hands trace all over your body, moving from your back to your waist, to your tits, and back to your hips, trying to cover as much ground as possible.

His chest rises and falls as he tries to catch his breath, but with each drop of your weight, it's knocked out of him again.

He's louder than he'd like to be. Small begs and groans, leaving his mouth.

You're so sensitive. More than ever before.

The only thing familiar about this feeling is the warmth bubbling up in your belly.

Sweat begins to form on both of you, but you don't care; all you can feel is the way he fills you.

He hits you in the right places, squeezing in your walls. You're so wet that it's not much of an effort to take him all in.

You ride him like a pro, bouncing up and down, your breath fans on his face as he pants.

As your climax nears, you slide down on him faster, breaths coming closer together.

"Touch me." You say, making his eyes snap open.

"I am touching you." He responds, gesturing to his hands on your waist, with slight confusion on his face.

You shake your head, grabbing his hand, bringing it over your clit, pressing his hand down.

"Here," You pant, "Touch me here." The pressure makes you jolt.

He understands, pressing hard on your clit, with the pad of his thumb.

You reach up, grabbing onto the seat behind him.

"Ngh-  so close." You moan, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Me too." He pants, mouth hanging open in shallow breaths.

He presses harder, moving his fingers in slow curls, gritting his teeth at the sight of your cunt swallowing him.

You climax, "Fuck Ichigo." You whine, soaking him even more, no doubt making a mess.

Waves of pleasure pulse through you as you shudder, feeling the way you soak him. He thrusts up, meeting your hips.

You whine, hands flying to his hair, tugging on the strands slightly.

The way you spasm around him pushes him over the edge, spilling into the rubber.

He groans, head falling as his eyes squeeze shut, and you both ride out your orgasms.

His thrusts slow as you relax on top of him, both of your chests rising and falling with your labored breaths.

The rain continues its assault on the top of his car as the music plays.

The silence between you is not uncomfortable; it's the silence of contentment. This feels right.

After you have both grounded yourself, you lean back, looking at him.

A delirious smile appears on his face. "That was amazing." He says, pushing your hair behind your ear.

"No kidding." You laugh back, face twisting into an apologetic grimace when you see the marks you left on his shoulders.

"Shit," You hiss, tracing them with your fingers gently, "Sorry about this."

"Oh, that's nothing," He smiles, looking at the marks, shrugging nonchalantly.

"My battle scars." He jokes, rubbing your hips.

"You act like you've had these before." You tease, moving your fingers to his sharp jaw.

"Nope," He says, licking his lips, moving towards you for a kiss. He leans in, but before his lips meet yours, he whispers against them.

"First time for everything.

[kittsyspaw]

Ok so everyone seems to be excited for a Halloween event!

Let’s go!!!!!

Here is an idea:

How about Kinky Santa?

Kind of like secret Santa but you get a list of Kinks to work on.

There will be a form with questions based on characters you prefer to read and write and kinks you will write and not write. And we can hook you up accordingly? And of course if no pairing matches up I can always fill in the gap.

Something small. Minimum 300 words or artwork?

Pitch in!

[kittsyspaw]

Untitled No. 9

WLW

She loves playing with you, keeping you spread open and messy, like you’re nothing but hers. She could stay between your legs for hours — and she does, greedy fingers working you raw. You’re dripping, trembling, crying for mercy, but she only coos and makes you cum again.

੭̲᱖1,027 words, dirty talk, praise & degradation, fingering, pssy spanks, squirting, overstimulation, forced speech, name calling/pet names(e.g, good girl, sweetheart, slut, etc), reader has pubic hair(I'm sick of this "shaven clean" bs. I'M REPRESENTING😤), etc੭̲᱖

18+ 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓸 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽

She loves you like this.

Pinned down, bared open, made into something obscene.

Your back’s against her chest, thighs splayed wide, bottoms shoved down long ago. Her body cages yours, but not to comfort — to trap. Hours have passed. Hours of her keeping you like this, legs open, cunt raw from her greedy fingers and tongue. Every time you think she’s done, her hand drifts back down, absent and casual, like she can’t stop touching you.

੭̲᱖

“Oh my—fuck—wait!” you gasp, voice breaking as her fingers sink into you, two deep, her thumb grinding fast and merciless over your swollen clit. Your wetness has long since soaked through the sheets, slick dripping down her hand, making a mess she delights in.

“You’re so fucking messy,” she scolds now, pulling her slick-coated fingers up into the light. They glisten, dripping, strings of wetness stretching between her knuckles. She laughs low, mean. “Honey you’ve been leaking all over me for hours. You like being nasty like this, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t—”

Her hand slaps down against your pussy before you can finish. The sharp crack makes your thighs jolt, wetness splattering against your inner thighs. You cry out, choking on the sound.

“Don’t lie to me, baby.” Her voice is honeyed venom, soft and cruel all at once.

Your bush is sticky with arousal, curls damp and glistening. She tugs at them idly with her free hand, tugging harsh enough to sting. The sight of her fingers buried in your hair down there, knuckles pressing cruelly into your folds, makes your cheeks burn with humiliation.

“Open wider,” she orders.

Your thighs shake as you spread further, the ache in your hips unbearable. She doesn’t care. She cups your pussy with her whole palm, grinding down until you whimper.

“Tell me what I’m doing to you.”

You shake your head, eyes glassy. “I can’t—”

“You can. Say it.” She shoves two fingers deep inside, the intrusion sudden, forceful. You cry out, arching against her chest, nails scraping the sheets.

“You’re—ahh—fucking me—”

She laughs, lips grazing your ear. “Good girl. But that’s not all. Tell me everything. What’s my thumb doing?”

You choke on your moan as her thumb circles your clit, ruthless, fast. “You’re—rubbing my clit—fuck—please—”

“Mmm, there we go. That’s my little slut. Say it all. Tell me how sloppy you are.”

“‘M'messy—s-so wet—”

Her fingers don’t leave your cunt, just pull out and slam back in, smacking your folds with every thrust. The wet sounds are loud, your arousal splattering down onto her thighs. Each thrust wrecks you further, her thumb crushing your clit until your moans rise higher, broken and desperate.

“Hours of this,” she taunts. “And you’re still begging. Still crying for more. Pathetic.”

When you look up at her, your eyes are glassy, your mouth parted, your expression torn between ruin and worship.

She only coos at you, cruelly sweet. “Aww, baby, what’s wrong?” she teases, fingers deep inside, spreading you open with an ache that makes your breath catch.

Tears streak down your cheeks, hot and wet. Your voice is broken when you plead: “Please—wait—slow down—”

You whimper, writhing against her chest, but she doesn’t let up. Her fingers fuck into you rougher, faster, the sound of your cunt squelching loud in the quiet room. You can’t stop staring down at her slick-coated fingers, at the way she buries them to the knuckle, dragging against that devastating spot that makes your belly clench tight. “Ahh—M’gonna cum—!” you gasp, nails digging into her wrist like a lifeline.

She only scoffs, thumb grinding harder against your swollen clit. “Again?” she taunts, lips curling into something wicked. “You just can’t stop… alright, pretty girl. Cum for me.”

“Come on, baby. Give it to me,” her voice is low, coaxing, and it drags you over the edge.

“Mhm—!” you nod frantically, trembling all over. Your body obeys before your mind can catch up. You break apart in her lap, thighs clenching, back arching. Liquid gushes out of you, spraying across her arm, soaking the sheets again.

“W-wait—ahh—shit,” you choke, eyes rolling back, body twitching as she keeps working you through it, greedy for every drop.

“Fuck,” she groans, watching your pussy gush. She slaps it again, makes you spurt again, trembling, whimpering. “Look at you, baby. All over me. You did so good.”

You pant, collapsing back into her chest, body twitching from aftershocks. You think maybe she’ll stop — but her hand is already moving again, greedy, fingers spreading your folds wide.

“W-wait—please—”

She ignores you, sliding back in, pounding deep, cruelly fast. Your cunt is raw, oversensitive, squelching with every thrust.

“You’re not done,” she purrs, voice edged with steel. “You’re gonna give me another. And another. Till I’m satisfied.”

Her fingers pump viciously, thumb crushing your clit, palm grinding against your bush. The pressure is unbearable — you sob, thrashing in her lap, but her arm bands around your waist, holding you still.

“You think it’s weird, don’t you?” she whispers in your ear, mocking. “The way I love keeping you like this. Spread open, leaking, ruined. I’ll tell you why.” She slams her fingers in deeper, curling up cruelly. “Because this is mine. This sloppy little cunt won’t stop dripping. All mine to use.”

Your moans are broken, high-pitched, desperate. “Mhmm—fuck— love you so much—”

She laughs, sharp and condescending. “Of course you do. Who else would fuck you this good? Who else would keep you cockdrunk on my fingers?”

You’re trembling, tears soaking her arm as another orgasm builds too fast, too brutal. You claw at her wrist like a lifeline, begging, “I can’t—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. You’ll cum for me again.” She slaps your clit, hard, and you scream as you gush again, squirting across her hand, soaking her chest this time.

Your body shakes violently, limp with overstimulation. But she doesn’t stop. She drags her soaked fingers up and shoves them into your mouth, forcing them past your lips.

“Clean it up. Taste yourself.”

Your tongue curls around her fingers automatically, tears blurring your vision. She fucks your throat with them as she fucks your pussy with her other hand, relentless and greedy.

“Good girl,” she coos cruelly, watching drool spill down your chin. “Cry for me, sweetheart. Show me who you belong to.”

Her words coil around your spine, set your body on fire. You cum again, and again, clenching around her fingers, squirting until the sheets are drenched. You can barely breathe, tears and spit and slick making a mess of you.

Finally, finally, she slows — but only to stroke your swollen clit lazily, dragging out little twitches and whimpers from your raw body.

She kisses your temple sweetly, cruel contrast to the wreckage of your body. “There you go. My messy little thing. You did so good.”

“Now…” she purrs, settling you deeper into her lap, spreading your thighs wider still. Another kiss. Another stroke. Then she smirks, fingers already twitching with hunger. “I want you to do that again, sweetness,” she murmurs —and without waiting, her pace quickens, greedy, rough, ready to wring more out of you.

Your eyes roll back. Your mouth opens in a broken sob. And she starts again.

𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓫𝔂 𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰

Cheetah print line divider by @bbyg4rlhelps

Cheetah print heart divider by @dollywons

All works © liliacsdelight 2025. Do not modify, plagiarize, repost my work, or feed it to ai.

[kittsyspaw]

SHUNSUIII😻😻

YOUR SAMURAI IN A PINK KIMONO

KYOURAKU SHUNSUI x You/f!Reader

This is a little gift for @villainsrtasty. You're such a sweet and kind person and deserve to be spoiled by your very own Shunsui 💗 (really tried to have this ready before you went on holiday, but I'm late, sorry 🥲 It'll be here for when you come back 🫶)

Got the inspo when you were saying just how tired you were 😞 so I hope you have the loveliest time and enjoy your very well deserved break!

TW: Smut with a little fluff.

Cheating... kinda (cos is it cheating when we're talking ab our f/o? I don't think so 😌), oral sex (receiving), piv.

WC: less than 3k

NSFW MDNI!!

"Wake up... Petal, wake up..."

You sigh contently in your sleep, a smile coming to your lips. It's been so long since he last visited, your Samurai in a pink kimono. He comes to you often as you doze off, waking you up in paradise to make sweet love to you. But you've been so overworked, so stressed, so exhausted, that your nights have been restless and dreamless for weeks.

But tonight he's back! His warm hand gently shakes you by the shoulder and you tentatively open your eyes to find his handsome face inches from yours. But something is different... A patch covers one of his eyes, which still crinkle with the shadow of his cheeky smile. His jawline is covered in a fuller beard than the last time you dreamed of him and he seems to have put on a little weight. It doesn't take from his appeal, in fact, he's all the more attractive for it.

You titter happily but then immediately flinch when your partner rolls in his sleep.

What's going on? Partner is never there when you dream of the Samurai, you're free and single. Wait a second... something is off. It doesn’t really feel like you're dreaming, the details are much too sharp and your senses are still harassed by the many discomforts of reality - the clock ticking on your bedside table, your sore lower back, the harsh light from the street, the cold air entering through the now open window...

"I'm sorry to wake you, but I have a surprise for you." The Samurai's deep velvety voice rumbles pleasantly inside your chest.

There is no way you can be imagining all of this. You pinch your arm as hard as you can, twisting the skin until you feel a sharp twang of pain. But he's still there.

"Please don't do that." He whispers, stilling your hand.

"What... what's happening?" You can't begin to understand.

"Everything is fine, don't fret. I have a little something planned for us, if you wish to join me?"

"Join you? Wha- what?? Are you really here? Are you really... real? What are you? What's happening?"

He tries to shush you, noticing your partner grunt at the noise. "Quiet, petal, please. Will you come out with me? I'll explain everything, I swear."

It might be stupid but you trust him instinctively. This is still him, you know it deep inside your heart. You offer your hand and he takes it, helping you get up. Immediately he swipes an arm behing your knees and lifts you bridal style with absolutely no effort. You swallow your gasp when he swiftly jumps out of the window and lunges up into the sky, his pink haori billowing behind.

As if able to find purchase mid-air, he propells himself with long strides at incredible speed. The wind in your ears is deafening, and the thin gown you're wearing isn't enough to protect you from it. You nuzzle his broad chest, feeling a tingling anticipation before you glide your fingers through the thick layer of coarse hairs that cover his skin, and underneath, unyielding hard muscle. It feels so different, it feels so real.

You venture a glance down and realise the city lights are far behind you and you're now travelling through the countryside towards the nearby hills.

After barely another minute, he lands softly and helps to your feet in a little meadow surounded by tall, centenary trees that offer a perfect shelter from the world outside.

"Right... here we are." Shunsui smiles at you removing his straw hat. You'd forgotten how imposing he is, standing at an impressive 6'3", his massive shoulders make you look absolutely tiny. "Do you like it?"

The bright light of the moon reveals how stunning the place is, fireflies hoover over the fragrant wild flowers that take a desaturated silver tinge. Someone has placed a thick blanket in the middle of the grass, and a small wicker basket with what looks like a bottle of sake sticking out of it.

You look back at him in awe, and realise there is a wound running from his eyepatch to his ear, which is missing a good chunk. "What happened?" You ask, concerened, gently cupping his face.

"Oh... Gods, I've missed you..." he leans into your touch. "It's nothing, just a flesh wound."

You can tell he's lying. There is a deep sadness radiating from him that his goofy smile cannot hope to hide. Something or someone torn much more than a bit of ear away from him.

"Why don't we take a seat?" He offers, gesturing towards the blanket.

"Sure." You agree, not wanting to pry if he's not ready to share. "But... I'm still so confused."

"Oh, right... The truth is, this is very inappropriate. If anyone in the Gotei hears about what I'm doing, I'm toast." He laughs, helping you sit down. You frown, unsure what a Gotei is. "As you know, after our first encounter, I couldn't stop thinking about you." He sits cross-legged next to you. "I kept sneaking around trying to see you again. But you are too smart, you always caught me."

You can still remember the first time you saw him. You were walking down the street when something hit you from the shadows. It was late and dark and you couldn't really see what it was... but you remember the dread that wrapped around you, the cold sweat making your shirt stick to your back. And those empty, yellow eyes that shone behind a white mask... the ominous double jaws, dripping drool and blood approaching you... and right then, a pink samurai appeared out of thin air, swinging a sword and splitting the monster's head clean in two before it could devour you.

Your partner and the doctors thought it was all some hallucination born from your concussion. It had been a car that run you over... not some creepy creature. And there was no samurai when the emergency services arrived.

Yet from that moment on, you kept seeing your hero everywhere you went, like a handsome guardian angel. You tried to reach him, to offer him your thanks for saving your life, but he always vanished amongst the crowd.

And then... months later, the dreams started.

"So what are you? Some form of Yokai?" You wonder out loud.

"Yokai? I guess we never did talk much, did we? Something of the sort, I'm a Shinigami."

You can't believe your ears. "You are a god?"

"Oh, no, no... Nothing that fancy." He waves a dismissive hand. "I am a humble soul ripper. We purify the souls of the dead so they can go to the Soul Society."

"We?"

"There's lots of Shinigami like me."

"And the thing..." you gulp, an uneasiness spreading through you just thinking about it. "The thing that you saved me from?"

"That was a hollow. You don't need to worry about those, not while I'm here."

You hum, trying to make sense of all this information. "So why did I keep seeing you after... the incident?"

He smiles sheepishly. "Because I broke the rules. I couldn't get you off my mind, I needed to see you again. So I tried to quietly watch you from afar, but somehow you always found me."

"I could feel your presence somehow. I felt drawn to you."

"It's not allowed for Shinigami to interact with humans. Most can't even see us, but you have a high spiritual pressure."

"Spiritual pressure..." you repeat quietly to yourself. "What about the dreams? We, uh... interacted."

"Oh, yes, we did." He grins. "In my defence, interacting wasn't my intention. I merely wished to see you."

"No way!" You scoff, not buying the demure act. "You were flirting!"

"Flirting? Little old me? Never!" You laugh at the mock offended look he's giving you before he drops the act and sighs guiltily. "I'm only a man... and despite all my years, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever come across." You're used to his playful comments by now, but you still blush brightly. "I couldn't believe how quickly you responded to me, matching the desire I felt for you..." he murmurs, letting his hungry stare travel up your legs. "Even in the land of dreams it felt incredible to hold you in my arms. I really am the luckiest man alive."

You huff an insecure laugh. The fact that you're wearing what basically constitutes a sheer, frilly dress that stops mid thigh suddenly hits you, as does the fact that you are alone with him in the middle of nowhere. The way he's talking about you, making you feel like the most delectable person alive, is exactly what you crave from him, but knowing he's real and not just some self-indulgent fantasy makes it feel a hundred times more flattering.

"I was afraid you'd grown bored of me already, since I've not been able to reach you in weeks." He adds, a little dejectedly.

"No! I really look forward to seeing you, and I love... what we do..." you stutter a little, ashamed of admitting to it so eagerly. "But I thought it was just my imagination! A way of escapism from the dullness of day-to-day life. I didn't realise you were... real."

"I see... and is that a disappointing revelation?" His casual tone doesn't fool you, you can see the worry in his eyes.

"It's... not disappointing." You mutter, averting your gaze. "It's just that I... I'm married."

"I know, petal." He nods as he uncorks the bottle and pours some in a tiny cup. "I would understand it if you decided to end things. You must do what you must do."

"No!" You rush to explain. "I don't want to end this. I haven't felt this alive in... I don't even know! I don't think I've ever been half as happy in my life as I do when we are together."

His features brighten up immediately. "So, you still want me? You didn't keep me away intentionally?"

"Oh, god, no. I want you... I've just been so stressed I've not been sleeping much."

He smiles and nods in understanding, passing you the cup and getting one for himself. "I can relate to that, flower. I thought the higher up you get the less problems you deal with, but becoming Captain Commander has taught me a much bitter reality."

"You're in the military?"

"In a way." He smirks cryptically, sipping his drink.

"I still can't believe you're here..."

"Hmm... would this help?" He asks the question as he leans closer, his manly scent filling your chest with lust, and presses his mouth against yours in a gentle kiss. A myriad of tingly thrills spread through your body, you forget how to breathe, how to do anything but mold to his lazy rhythm, closing your eyes to focus on the touch of his lips. The kiss doesn't last nearly enough, but leaves you stunned all the same.

"Uh... um, yeah, erm... that helped. Thanks." You mumble, making him chuckle.

"Oh, it's about to start. Come over here." He leaves his now empty drink aside and lies down on his back, beckoning you to join him.

You do the same and, feeling more than a little nervous, nestle in the crook of his arm, which he wraps around you. "Look up. There!" He points excitedly at the sky.

A fast streak of light splits the night, and then another, and suddenly dozens of shooting stars begin to flash across the dark background of space.

"Oh, wow! A meteor shower!" You exclaim in awe.

The wonderful display goes on for long minutes. You lay there in his arms, hoping it'll never end, the heat radiating from his body not the only thing warming you up.

"Ah... they are so beautiful..." you exhale.

"They are nothing compared to you... All the stars in the universe couldn't rival your light."

You look up at him and when he turns to you your heart skips a beat. The temptation is too great, you move to kiss him, your hand on his cheek, and the moan that escapes his throat burning in your ears.

His hands roam freely over your body, finding your ass to knead and bring you closer to him. He drags one of your legs around his waist to give himself space to grind against your core. You rock your hips in turn, gasping when you feel his massive bulge.

Things were hot in your dreams, but never this hot.

He devours your mouth with a passion unknown, and you feel close just being humped like this.

When you can't take it anymore, he rolls you onto your back and begins to mouth his way down your neck, your collarbones, and as far as the neckline of your dressgown allows him.

You immediately slip it off and throw it carelessly aside, laying back down in time to see the hunger darken his eyes before his lips lavish your breasts. He groans against their soft flesh, large hands gently massaging them as he sucks your nipples into his greedy mouth.

The heat between your legs is now unbearable, you're drenched, rubbing against his clothed erection for a morsel of what's to come.

"Please..." you beg him breathlessly.

He moves on but not how you expected. Instead of pulling his cock free, he continues to descend down your belly, worshipping your every curve with soft kisses and nibbles until he's buried between your legs.

You let out a cry and arch your back the moment his scorching tongue glides between your folds, your hand darting to the back of his head. He spreads your thighs further apart, lapping your juices like a man dying of thirst. He eats you out like no one has before, responding to your very thoughts, following every subtle indication of your changing breaths, your shuddering gasps. His thick fingers come to prod at your entrance while his lips focus on your clit and the moment they enter you, barely an inch, you scream your release. He swallows every drop of your sweet nectar, guiding you through your powerful orgasm as you moan loudly, tears rolling down your face. And he doesn't stop kissing your thighs until you fully stop quivering.

"Ah... that was... oh, my god..." you pant, eyes still closed.

He chuckles merrily and sits on his haunches to remove his clothes.

When you finally come back down to earth and look at him, he's still there, lazily stroking his thick cock while taking in your beautiful form.

"You are absolutely breathtaking." He whispers.

His cock is flushed red and slick with precum, you can't help but wonder what he tastes like, how good his heavy shaft would feel sliding against your tongue. But he seems to have other ideas in mind. He leans over you, supporting his weight on his elbows and lines up with your entrance. You wrap your legs around his waist and hold your breath as he enters you, breaching you open slowly, his engorged cock stretching you in the most delicious way until you're full of him.

He looks almost pained with the restraint not to cum right there, and kissing you again he begins to move. You both groan in unison, the sensations overwhelming. The pressure in your lower belly grows fast, his cock hitting the perfect spot inside you as his movements turn faster. His hand flies to your ass, keeping you in place while he hammers into you, harder, faster, his grunts getting heavier.

"Ahh... ahh... Shun...Shunsui..." his name spills from your lips as you climax a second time. You don't remember ever being told what it was, but you know it all the same.

It's enough to push him over the edge. Fingers digging into your flesh, he stills and grunts, a gush of hot cum flooding your insides. He gives a few more forceful thrusts, packing more of his seed deep inside you before he collapses next to you, making sure to pull you on top of him, never breaking his embrace.

"Ahh... Kurotsuchi was right. The feeling is just as intense in this gigai."

"What?" You mutter groggily, still floating on a cloud of endorphins.

"Oh, never mind, flower. Just you close your eyes and rest." He presses a chaste kiss on your forehead, his hands petting your hair, drawing patterns on your back.

He waits until your heartbeat slows down and your breathing turns rhythmic. "I'm sorry..." he sighs to himself, thinking you alsleep. "Don't think I haven't tried, petal. I have. I know this is wrong. I know how hard this is for you, I don't have any right to come into your life and... But... I don't know how to exist without you." His whispers shatter your heart. If only he knew, if only he really knew how much you need him. "I don't know how to let go of you..."

"Then don't." You murmur back. "Don't leave me. Please."

He squeezes you tight in his arms, a silent promise. Neither of you says another word. Neither of you needs to.

You wake up at dawn, in your own bed. Next to you, your partner still snores.

But there is a comforting warmth inside you, a pleasant quietness in your heart and a joy that permeates your very soul.

Your window is open, drapes billowing despite the lack of a breeze, as if someone had just disturbed them.

And on your pillow

a pink lotus flower

that carries the faint scent of sake

and sandalwood.

Though worlds and destinies apart,

an invisible promise is written on ever petal,

a promise to care, love and cherish you

forever.

A promise to never let you go.

[kittsyspaw]

AFWHWJAJKWKKW YEYEYWS

WIP excerpt - Silk and Sunshine

This is @aitheria's fault. She ordered me to feed the nation, so here you go, this isn't done yet but ENJOY.

Vaguely NSFW. clicky at your own risk. This is @reveeria giving me ideas.

Something warm hit me in the face, and I blinked groggily into the sunshine filtering through the thin gauze of the curtains.

“Ugh…” I mumbled. “Turn it off.”

The light only got brighter, and I tried to scoot away from it, silk sheets slipping over my skin as I met more warmth nestled against my back.

There was a half-muttered grumble I couldn’t make out, and then an arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back against smooth, warm skin.

“Shinji…”

The man snuggling against my back made an adorably grouchy noise, voice still thick with sleep. “Nan ya? What?”

“Turn it off,” I said plaintively, refusing to open my eyes completely.

“Nn?”

“That,” I said, gesturing at the offending window. The long filmy drapes fluttered in a soft breeze.

He cleared his throat, voice still rasping a bit. “…you want me to turn off the sun?”

I made an equally grouchy noise, but it came out sounding less grumble and more purr.

“I’d do anything for you, but that might be a little beyond my capabilities, darlin’.” He sounded amused.

I sighed. “What time is it?”

“Who cares…” he mumbled, hand dipping lower to stroke my stomach, then the soft thatch of hair between my thighs.

“We should get up,” I said, and he buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, silky strands of golden blonde hair tickling me.

“Nnn.”

I steeled myself and started prying myself out of bed, getting about halfway before those long, lean arms caught me.

“Shinji!”

He made a pleased noise over my giggles, nestling me back against his chest, breath leaving little spots of warmth down my neck.

“C’mon, let me up,” I begged, and his hand stole upwards to cup one of my breasts, thumb making gentle circles around the nipple until he’d earned a very unladylike moan from me.

“Go back t’sleep, darlin’. The sunshine can wait.”

“The sunshine is annoying,” I whined, trying to fend off his groping – well, not too much, just enough to register a token protest. He smelled like vetiver and amber and a few sweeter notes amid the earthy musk of his cologne.

God, I could inhale that smell until I’m drunk…

“The only sunshine I see is right here,” he teased, burying his face in my neck again to press kisses down it, golden strands of hair trailing over my skin with each soft exhale.

I struggled to free myself half-heartedly from the tangle of sheets and limbs, but Shinji was surprisingly quick for having just awoken, and each attempt was punished with more kisses. “S-stop…” I giggled helplessly.

“I don’t think you want me to,” he murmured between nibbles. “Do you?”

“Would it make any difference?” I asked dryly.

“Sunshine, if y’need to rise, then rise,” he said, smirking. “I certainly have.”

I snickered in spite of myself, then sat up, turning to look at him. Shinji was sprawled out comfortably on the king-sized bed, but the sheets had slipped rather precariously while he’d been teasing me, and a neatly trimmed thatch of light brown hair peeked over the draped silk.

“What are you doing?” I asked sternly.

He grinned unrepentantly. “Stopping. Since you asked.”

“Oh, I’m not done complaining yet,” I informed him archly, and he promptly snagged my waist again, dragging me back into his arms as I pretended to fend him off, laughing.

He gave a contented sigh. “Much better. But I’m still going to punish you for lyin’.”

“Try it, Mister Hirako.”

He gave me a peeved look, then tumbled me over, the top sheet slipping to the floor and exposing the rather noticeable interest he’d taken in me this morning.

“Don’t test me, darlin’.

[kittsyspaw]

Kenpachi x post partum reader

1.2k

Warning: smut! No minors, Post partum sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (receiving), some dirty talking, grammar -rushed.

a/n: this was purely self indulgences as it came to me in a dream. Last fic for a while as I'm on vacation.

There lay a bundle of joy next to you, almost 8 weeks old. You were exhausted but also happy that your little newborn finally fell asleep after fussing all day.

The little boy was very much a Kenpachi. A terror and full of energy, always ready to put up a fight while you tried to settle him down for the evening. ‘Sleep? Sleep is for the weak!’ You could hear him say between the ear piercing cries— a spitting image of his father both in appearance and personality.

You tip toed out of the room, careful not to stir the rascal. As you stepped outside and gradually slid the door shut, your back came in contact with something hard. You almost let out a yelp but managed to hold your tongue. 

You turned around and there he stood— the father of your rascal.

“Hey”, he said, a modest greeting after being away for a few days due to a mission.

“Shhhh”, you whispered, his raspy voice was sure to stir the little monster from his slumber.

You opened the sliding door just enough to peek through. The boy was still asleep and a sigh of relief escaped from the bottom of your lungs. He noticed your tense shoulders fall down as if an invisible boulder had been lifted off your upper back.

Taking a step back, you both ended up sitting outside on the porch. The wooden panels were creaky and you cringed from the slightest creak— a threat to your peace.

You sat beside him, the full moon casting mystic shadows. 

It had been a few days since you last saw him. ‘He must be pent up’, you thought to yourself. To test your theory, you reached over to pat his crotch and he allowed his bent knees to fall to the side to give you access. 

You undid his pants and pulled out his limp need. It didn't take much to reawaken the beast. Gentle but long strokes with a firm grip is all it took to ease the friction with the pouring precum. 

You didn't rush it. All the rustling would have created unwanted noise. Although, he was growing impatient, he behaved for the sake of your sanity. 

“You know…”, you seductively leaned closer to whisper into his ears to stir the pot “they said I have fully recovered and can have sex again”.

You would think the man short-circuited. How long had it been since his cock had a taste of that pussy? More than 6 months! The doctors put a sex ban while you were pregnant due to some complications. 

Thud.

You have no idea how and when you ended up flat on your back. He was hovering on top, the moon illuminating his demonic features and oh that sexy wide grin had your pussy clenching trapped air. 

“Shhhh”, you reminded him of the dilemma. 

“Don't ya shhh me”, he growled, his cock rubbing against the fabric protecting your crotch. He practically ripped through your clothes and tossed them aside. The glowing moonlight gave your postpartum body a beautiful glow. He found it irresistibly sexy.

You on the other hand felt very aware and embarrassed of your stretched out body— etched with stretch marks that would forever remind you of your complicated pregnancy. 

But that worry was soon forgotten— for now. 

He feasted like a sloppy beast with slurping and suckling sounds echoed between your legs. He had been starving for 6 months. Patiently starving might I add. The pussy tasted so ripe and sweet. Juices were practically overflowing and drowning him. 

“Slow…ugh…down ahhh”. It was too much and you quickly came undone.

You unfolded on his tongue but he quickly retracted his face from between your thighs and replaced the emptiness with his hard cock. 

He felt your tight walls cave and squeeze around his length as you rode the high waves of your overdue lengthy orgasm.

“Cum for me…more!”, he ordered and rubbed your clit vigoursly while fucking your throbbing pussy. 

It made you twitch and convulse beneath him like a fish dragged out of water . But you never once let out a moan. You wouldn't dare to break the silence.

Alas, the silence was already broken. The wet sounds from your pussy, heavy breathing and skin-on-skin slapping— all the background noise you had blissfully forgotten. Add the rhythmic creaking sound that came from below you, it was a miracle the child had not awakened. 

“Ken…pachi…please let's move..” you suggested once you recovered from your intense and mind numbing orgasm. 

Not a bad idea. He lifted you up in one big swoop while still connected and never once stopped fucking your slippery hole.  He carried you to the other side of the porch, far away from any eavesdropping. 

Creak. Creak. Slap. Slap. Creak. He wasn't subtle.

“Kenpachi…i can't hear anything”. The child was unattended and it worried you.

“What?” he pretended his ignorance and continued to make up for lost time.

You weren't tight anymore. Obviously, it made no difference to Kenpachi. His thick girth was always an uncomfortable fit. But now, your hole had perfectly moulded around him. 

“Kenp….” You stopped and noticed someone standing in front of your room. 

“Ikkaku’s got this”, Kenpachi mentioned and you quickly tightened around him.

“He is watching us!!” You felt insecure and grabbed your robes to cover your upper body. 

It's not like Ikkaku had never seen you naked. The man had walked in several times while you were intimate with the Captain. Actually, most of the squad members have walked in and witnessed your pussy getting destroyed by the Captain. Apparently, no one has ever heard of knocking or locking. 

“It's dark. He ain't seeing shit”, Kenpachi tried to reassure you.

“He can hear and smell!” 

“Yo Ikkaku. Plug your nose and cover your ears”. 

Annoyed, you smack his arm and snapped. “Kenpachi!”

“Who the loud one now?”, he grinned and began pounding you again without a warning. A gasp escaped your once sealed lips, and you quickly covered your mouth, no longer trusting it to stay quiet.

“Shut up and cum already!”, you mumbled behind your fingers. 

“Nah. Gonna fuck you for hours and knock ya up again and again. I waited too long. Ain't gonna stop until you swollen with my cum”.

“KENPACHI!” you quickly cover his mouth now, his hips moving at a steady rhythm.

Ikkaku had long gone inside the room to remove himself from the awkward situation. He was the child’s guardian after all. And that child could one day use a sibling.

As promised, Kenpachi took that opportunity to fuck you for hours. 

He fucked you folded in half like a chair. He fucked you on all fours. He fucked you up against a pillar. He even fucked you while holding you in mid air.

His seed was dripping down your thighs like beads of rain painting the window after a heavy storm. You were spent. Not surprisingly, he wanted more. 

He unapologetically parted your legs and you quickly covered up your used and swollen hole. 

“I honestly don't have more space in there!” You were overflowing. 

“That ain't a problem. I can make space in there”, he licked the corner of his lips and buried his face between your bruised thighs once more.

“Kenpachi!!!! Ahhh~ Dirty!!!”

[kittsyspaw]

How Yasutora gon be training for the strap Olympics

LOLOL YESSSS

[kittsyspaw]

i LOVED your ryuken smut so much but now i can’t help but beg for s professor! shunsui smut now i love me my old men…🙏

So fucking real, I NEED IT TOO😭😭😭💔 matter of fct i want all of them, shunsui, jushiro, kisuke, sosuke, ryuken, kensei, shinji, Isshin AND THE LIST GOES ON

[kittsyspaw]

I need family hcs with aizen ASAP💔

[kittsyspaw]

LOVE ITTT

˚꒪ ♬‧꒰ა ໒꒱༝⁺.𝄞 18+

The process of it was slow. 

Sado seemed to realize that there were certain sparks being enlightened within himself. All happening because of you. 

The first spark ignited when you subconsciously pulled onto his hair. He was busy looking down on his phone, sitting on the couch and you beside him. You had the urge to want a kiss, your hand reaching over while you moved from your laying position to sit on your knees next to him, fingers tangling themselves into his somewhat damp hair. You gently tugged and moved his face to look up at you, Sado groaned lightly from the action, he was a bit shocked. His eyes widened and his lips were slightly parted - “wha..” “I want a kiss.” you cut off his whisper, smiling at him. “Oh.” he mumbled shyly, quickly abiding to your wants and leaning in to kiss you. 

The second spark was intense compared to the first. The room was dark, the only resource of light was from the moon seeping into the open window. You were on top, straddling him down on the bed, his big hands holding your hips. You were kissing him sloppily, needy, a little messy. Your hands gripped the pillow case beneath his head to keep you up, your hips slowly moving themselves and grinding down on the building hard on Sado was beginning to have from hearing your tiny whimpers. His right hand traveled up your sides, hiking up your shirt, letting himself feel your soft warm skin. Eventually, your sleeping shorts were off and his sweatpants were hiked down, bunched up around his ankles. 

Your body was feeling everything. All that chaos pleasure was roaming around your heated body and you didn’t know how to control it. You were sitting up straighter on his lap, your hands up against his broad chest to help you grind against his clothed dick. His own hands were busy toying with your boobs, flicking your nipples, even going as far as to lick his fingers and coat them wet to go back and play with them. It didn’t help how he stared at you either – with such amazement and hunger. It was all too much for you, you didn’t know how to handle it. So caught up with the pleasure yet the small feeling of shyness, one of your hands traveled up. Your slender fingers, they wrapped around his tan neck and gripped the sides. Choking him. 

Sado was astonished but incredibly turned on that in the midst of your humping, heavy makeout, he came in his boxers. Just a little. You kept going, however, you leaned down to kiss him. Your hips kept moving, trying to reach your own high but your hands still clenched around his neck – And depending on how intense the pleasure felt for you, you gripped tighter and Sado couldn’t help but groan or even softly moan from the pressure. That was when you caught on. 

After that, you tried small subtle things to see if your hypothesis was correct. One of them being – despite his larger build, you’d move him around where you need him. And not in intimate sexual ways – innocent, domestic ways. If he was in your way in the kitchen, you wouldn’t say “excuse me.” you would grab his hips and move him out of your way. Sado would get flustered, his face flushing a deep shade of red that complimented his tan skin. He’d shrink a little, his shoulders going up and his head cowering down, not at all believing that someone as short as you and not exactly in the same strong range as him can easily move him. 

It wasn’t just physical either, it was verbal too.

 “God, look at you.” you gasp up at him, your hands reaching up to push his hair back and slightly tug. You strangled a moan as he pushed himself in, hovering above you. His hands gripping the bedsheets underneath your sweaty body, breathing heavily. His ears perked up however, hearing your breathless words. “Look at you making me feel so good.” you moaned, maintaining eye contact with him. It was affecting Sado badly, he could feel himself trembling. He was catching on to the tone of your voice, you usually sounded so submissive, so out of control but currently, right now, as you keep stable eye contact – you sounded in control. 

You locked your legs around his waist, pushing him back into you, deeper. You moaned but even your sounds had a different tone, it was doing something to him. You continued to talk to him, right in his ear as he leaned down and hid his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re doing such a good job,” you breathed out. “Fucking this pussy.” Sado groaned loudly, losing his control and coming in you. His body was trembling. “Good job.” you cooed, moving on to comforting him, your hands rubbing his back. 

Sado didn’t understand what was going on with his body. It only got worse after. You were riding him one afternoon, taking charge which was something he wasn’t used to. He had to accommodate your pace – it wasn’t a problem, He just liked moving your body with his hands, using you like a toy. But you tied his hands beforehand and told him to trust you, now he has to watch you pleasure yourself on his dick as if he was the toy. He was getting desperate, wanting to touch you. The despair was getting to him that he was beginning to whimper and give you puppy eyes, silently begging you for something, anything. He didn’t even realize he was subconsciously slipping into a submissive mindset, he just craved you so much. 

“Awe,” you cooed. You mocked him by pouting your lips at him, “What’s wrong? What does my baby need?” and somehow, Sado was whimpering towards you. Small, deep whines slipping past his lips, something so unlike him. You smiled, instantly knowing you got him into a different mindset, one that’s been creeping out little by little. One that you knew all too well because you get into the place when Sado is in control. 

You took care of him. Your hand reached up, slowly tracing your fingers up against his humid body and wrapping them around the sides of his neck like many other times. You choked him, and Sado's head leaned back on the pillow, his eyes closing shut and his body jolting. 

Now, it was more frequent where you were dominant and Sado trusted you with how you took care of him. He finally understood that he liked when you were in charge, it gave him a feeling of secureness, safety. It made his muscles loose and his mind clear. Though, there’s many other times where Sado is in charge, he hasn’t fully given that up and neither have you. But, with this new perspective, Sado was curious about things. Things he never thought he would think about. 

“Are you sure about this?” you asked what seemed like the fifth time. Your hands gripped his hips, fully prepared to start but you wanted to make sure he was one hundred percent okay with this. Sado, who was laid flat against the bed and his legs dangling off the edge – chest and stomach covered in hickeys and his dick fully hard and standing up – looked at you and nodded. “Im..” his voice rasped, it was quiet and shy. He was avoiding eye contact a bit. He found his position to be quiet… vulnerable – His legs on either side of your hips. “I'm ready.” Sado reassured, shyly. You nodded, breathing out. “Okay, I'll go slow. If you don’t like it, let me know, I'll stop.” 

“Okay.” Sado whispered before breathing out. He felt your small hands gripping his legs and pulling him more towards the end of the bed, the feeling of the plastic strap gliding against his inner thigh. He was beginning to feel embarrassed, his arms coming up to cover his face. His heart was racing. This was new to you too, you weren’t sure if you would do a good job or exceed his expectations. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him, you were being cautious about everything. To comfort you both, you leaned forwards to give his arm a kiss. You weren’t going to move his arms out of his face, you wanted him to be comfortable and shameless. 

To ease Sado's nerves, your hand reaches to grab his dick. Slowly, you started to pump him and he breathed in slowly, his stomach sucking up and his chest rising. You twisted your wrist, squeezing his tip each time you jerked up on his dick. He kept breathing out moans, his mind slowly getting clouded by the usual pleasure. Once the pre cum started to seep out, you slowly pushed the tip in. He gasped and hissed, his legs locking around your waist. “I know..  I know” you soothed him, your thumb rubbing his hips. 

Little by little, you pushed in every inch there was. You paused any other movements, your hand moved to start rubbing his thighs as comfort. “Hey,” you called out to him softly, looking at his forearms that continued to cover his face. “How are you doing baby?” he hummed, nodding his head underneath his arms. “Okay, baby.. I'm going to need to see your face.”  It took a couple of seconds but eventually, his arms slid off his face and rested on either side of him. Sado's eyes were a bit watery and his cheeks were a deep shade of red. “Oh, my love.” you cooed, your hands moved to caress his face. “Are you sure you’re okay?” 

“Yeah..” he rasped, his eyes blinking away the tears. He looked over at you, offering you a small smile while his body began to adjust to this new feeling. “Just..” Sado breathed out, “Move slowly, please.” “Of course.” you soothed. Your hands went back to his hips and slowly, you began to move your hips in and out. To distract him from the ongoing discomfort, you let go of one of his hips and moved your hand back onto his dick. The simple contact of your hand on his hard dick had him whimper, his thighs twitching. Eventually, the pain left him and he began to feel the new discovery of pleasure. 

For the most part, Sado was quiet with his noises. His left hand gripped the bedsheets and the other moved to cover his eyes. His dick kept leaking precum and his thighs twitched every once in a while, you were a little discouraged by the lack of reaction but you realized you were still going at a slow pace. “My love,” you spoke to him softly, a little breathless from your actions. “Y-yeah..” sado stuttered, a small whimper slipping past. “Im going to go a bit faster okay?” “Yeah, please, that’s fine.” 

Eventually, that's when Sado became more vocal. You started fucking him the way he fucked you, though with a little gentleness as it was his and yours first time doing this sort of thing. Now, the big, muscular man that you call your amazing boyfriend was moaning in such a high- pitch and whimpering. Absolutely trembling beneath you, shaky breathes and all, “Oh, f-fuck.” Sado moaned, he peeked over his arm, looking at you. You smiled down at him, winking. “Yeah, feels good?” “mhm..” you licked your lips, smirking. “No sado, i need to hear words from you.” 

“It.. feel – feels!” you shoved yourself in, making him yell out his words. “Really good.” You kept shoving yourself back in, feeling a little cocky with the reversed roles. “Yeah?” “ye-yes.” he whimpered, his head nodding. “Yeah, you look like you're enjoying yourself. Look at your dick leaking.” you giggled a little, feeling smug. “You’re gonna come without your dick getting touched? Is that much you love me fucking you?” “Y-Y/n!” he gasped, blushing more from your vulgar words. “What, you can’t take me talking to you like this?” 

He didn’t know how to respond, not when he was feeling all inches of your strap being shoved in. “y/n” he whimpered, he wanted to say something else but you cut him off. “Look at you, taking it like a good fucking slut.” “fuck.” he whispered, he was feeling himeself loose control.”Yeah? Is my big fucking slut gonna come?”  you edged on. He moaned, finding it useless to talk back to you, not when you are literally shoving your “dick” into him so well. 

And then, you slender pretty fingers found themselves wrapped around Sado’s neck. Choking him out. He lost it, he doesn't understand why that singular move does it for him so much but it does. His cum leaked out of his tip, slowly sliding down from his tip to his shaft, to his base and onto his stomach, he was trembling. Small whimpers slipped past his mouth as his legs twitched around your hips and waist. “Good boy.” you hummed, slowly slipping the strap out and quickly removing so you can climb on the bed and cradle him in your arms. “You did such a good job.” 

“I’ll set up a warm bath for you okay?” you kissed his temple before scurrying to the restroom.

[kittsyspaw]

I NEED A MABUBU THIS INSTANT

mabubus

[kittsyspaw]

Yeah for the jushiro x reader id say if you have any ideas that would be great but sort of like a possessive yet needy jushiro

OUUUU OKOK GOTCHU

[kittsyspaw]

Hell yeah, protect me knight grimmjow

Lion and the Lamb

Chapter One: Your War

Author’s Note (more at the end): I present to you, Knight Grimmjow CHAPTER ONE. You can alternatively read this on AO3 here (this is my first time posting on there so if you see mistakes…no u don’t…yes u do pls give me tips).

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: attempted rape, discussions of rape (this does not involve any of our beloved Bleach characters, but PLEASE if this makes you uncomfortable DO NOT READ), graphic depictions of violence, explicit language

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War ravaged the kingdom. Men lied to each other, allies or enemies, women and children got picked off for the sake of the “greater good,” and nobles and commoners alike lost sleep at night, worried for what tomorrow would bring. At least, you thought, the nobles could still enjoy themselves in between battles - plenty of food and wine to go around while their common people starved. You didn't know whether to feel grateful to have sanctuary inside the castle or to despise those whom you lived inside the walls with, not a scrap to spare while innocents suffered. Perhaps you were just as awful as the nobles you served, having the audacity to complain when your circumstances were much brighter than most women your age - forced to marry and mate with awful men, or whore themselves out to them, or starve in the streets, all alone. Sure, you weren't a princess, and you were rather alone, but there were a lot worse lives for you to live than being her handmaiden.

“Do you think we will lose?” Your princess worried aloud, interrupting your rumination.

The castle had been taut with the threat of battle, rumors swirling of another army’s incoming attack. Your princess often woke in the night, squeaking and mewling at the hands of whichever particular anxiety haunted her that time. 

Spoiled as she was, she was just a girl, a girl who didn't have a choice in the cards she had been dealt either. As sweet as she was ignorant, you could never truly be cross with her. Protecting her gave your life purpose, however selfish the reasons. You guarded her youth, her purity, her sweetness, and her naivety in the way you always wished someone had done for you.  

“No, my lady. Your father’s men are strong and true, are they not?” 

Strong and true. They were hollow descriptors, something all people said about their armies to make themselves feel better. As you eased a brush through her hair, you injected strength and truth into your words, no matter how ironically dishonest, hoping to suffocate whatever anxiety harassed her now. Perhaps, for that, you were part of the larger problem - strong and true while you lied through your teeth, just as afraid as she. 

“My brother says,” she began, a start that indicated no happy end, “when kingdoms fall, they-” Her voice shook. You ceased your ministrations on her hair and turned her gently to face you. She swallowed hard, attempting, and failing, to properly stomach the thought she had. “They take the women.”

Her words procured images in your head of exactly what was meant by the word take, images she no doubt saw herself. Internally, you winced at the imaginary man reaching for her with a tainted hand, reaching for you. Outwardly, you didn’t have the heart to tell her that her awful brother was right, and there was that irony again. Strong and true. He could be cruel, but stronger and truer than you after all, it seemed.

“This kingdom will not fall,” you asserted sternly, defiant against all those who told her the evil truth, defiant against the evil truth itself. 

“I’m scared,” she admitted, tears beginning to well up in those kind eyes, ones that appeared so painfully frightened now. “My - my flower is still intact,” she rambled. “No man has ever seen me naked before, and sister says it hurts when-”

“Look at me,” you interrupted her spiraling, cradling her face in your hands. “I will not let anything happen to you. Your father and your mother will not let anything happen to you,” you promised, swallowing down the lump in your throat. “Do you understand?”

She took a deep breath, nodding, letting your words settle over her. You stroked her cheek softly and then let go, steering her back around to finish her hair, to hide your frown. It will hurt. I can’t let that happen.

“All done.” You set the brush on her dresser, fanning her hair over her shoulders. She turned to look at you again, and you forced a smile. “Beautiful.”

She didn’t bother returning one, looking down at her hands fiddling in her lap, an inner storm brewing. You ran your fingers through her hair, reminding her that anything she had to say was safe with you. 

“I hate to be around them at times like these,” she confessed. 

You nodded solemnly in agreement. There were monsters inside the walls as much as there were outside. Corner a beast, and you will discover its violent nature.  

“You are not alone.” These were words you truly meant as you offered her your arm to take. “Shall we go?”

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Do you think we will lose? 

The princess’ clammy hand trembled in your own now. Along with the rest of the women and children of the castle, you cooped up in a corner tower room, guarded by a group of lower-ranked knights, a last ditch effort to protect you all from the battle that surged further and further in. The walls did not hold, and though the kingdom had not yet completely fallen, it seemed every nightmare, every worry, every worst fear of the princess’ began to trickle into reality. 

You continued to spew empty promises. We’ll win. Our army won’t let them reach us. We’re safest here. Your brothers, your father, your knights…strong and true, strong and true, strong and…It seemed with each lie that passed your lips, the situation worsened. The surrounding women flinched and gasped at every creak, every distant clash of swords, every blood-curling scream, all growing louder, closer, until the best solution was for you all to evacuate elsewhere. 

And soon after, it all became real, escalating quicker than you or anyone could keep up with. Flames consumed everything, metaphorically and literally. Nowhere was safe any longer. Every man, woman and child for themselves, only you refused to go running without continuing to defend your princess. Tears streamed freely down her face as she clutched at you for answers, her broken, fearful sobs clawing deep inside your heart, leaving no room for your own fear. The queen had busied herself with protecting her younger children. You had to remain here.

So you took her hand and the two of you ran, your steps thundering down the empty halls, towards where, you didn't know. You followed the quiet, hoping to avoid men, to bunker down somewhere else until the fighting ceased, hopefully in your army’s favor.

But there was danger at every turn, flames, destruction, ruin. You clung to the fleeting shadows with her, only to have to sprint off again at the sound of an enemy’s approach, another room, another path. She wailed so loudly and tripped over her own feet, her knees weak with fear. It was inevitable that you would be found when a horse came pounding your way, startled and raising its hooves while you threw yourself over her cowering form, begging the rider to take mercy. 

“Rise, girl.”

You recognized that cold, dispassionate voice, one of King Aizen’s best knights, and one of the better ones to be found by as well. You lifted your head, peering into the magnificent, green eyes of Ser Ulquiorra as he towered over you, looking bored.

Your princess recognized it too, scrambling to her feet, hope in her eyes. “Ser Ulquiorra!”

“You will come with me now,” he demanded with a sense of urgency, looking at the princess. 

The sound of more hooves approached. The scent of blood and smoke filled your nostrils. It hung in the air like a veil of darkness, hell on earth, a not so gentle reminder of where you were, who you were. There was room on his horse for only one more. 

The princess looked to you. “But (Y/N)-” 

“Now,” Ulquiorra asserted while you unanimously assured, “go on. It’s okay. He will protect you.” 

You forced a smile at her while bile twisted in your stomach and crept up your throat. You doubted the approaching rumble of footsteps and hooves were other knights in your army. You couldn't outrun a horse. This was goodbye, for now or forever. 

You grabbed the princess, frozen with fear, and pushed her towards the horse, practically lifting her on while Ulquiorra pulled her up. As soon as she grabbed hold of him, he spurred the creature into motion without so much as another glance in your direction, even the princess too afraid to look back at you. It happened so fast, the words caught in your throat, never to come out. Goodbye. Stay safe. The words no one would say to you. 

The handmaiden. No one worth protecting. That’s what you were. That’s what you’d always be. 

You couldn't afford to stand around and wallow in sorrow, not with the enemy approaching, but where to go? You could hardly breathe. You wanted to scream and kick and cry, much like the princess had, but instead, you wiped the sweat from your face and you ran. Your muscles ached and lungs screamed, so unused to being used like this. They threatened to quit on you, and as you ducked around corners and frantically searched for another shadow to hide in, you knew you didn't have much longer before your body would force you to quit. 

The stench of death overwhelmed you when you rounded that corner, too late to go anywhere else. There were three of them, and as soon as they saw you, a woman, they pounced. You ran as fast as you could, and it frightened you more than anything else how easily they caught up to you. Faster, stronger, crueler, there was never any chance for you as they yanked you back by your arm so hard, you expected it to rip right out of its socket. 

“No, please!” Your pleas instinctively came out even though you knew better than to try to reason with hungry men. 

The same way your feet could hardly carry you away from them in time, your limbs could hardly resist their own. As hard as you pushed and kicked, your muscles wouldn't budge against theirs. 

They laughed as they ripped your dress, the cloth on your shoulder toppling down, nearly exposing your breast. One wrong move, and it would come out. You remembered your princess’ words then, no man has ever seen me naked before. You twisted from them as tears began to stream freely down your face, afraid to have them see, to be vulnerable to them. I’m afraid too, you thought. I’m so afraid, and I have no one to protect me, no one to help me now. This is going to happen and I can’t stop it. They’d never even know your name. And the kingdom you served, should it survive, they’d replace you in a day. Who were you? No one, you reminded yourself. Worthless.

They threw you onto your back, there in the dirt. One man held down your arms, while each of the other two took a leg, holding them apart. 

“Not to worry,” the man above you mocked, ugly and reeking. “I’ll take my time with you, pretty thing. Slide it in real gentle.” He looked to the other two. “Hold her still,” he gave the order, devoid of any emotion, words and a voice that would haunt you from here on, if you made it to tomorrow.

You sobbed loudly, uncontrollably, as you squeezed your eyes shut tightly, unable to take the sight of your own ruin. As a foreign hand slid up your thigh, traveling closer and closer to your most intimate areas, you flinched and trembled, wanting to vomit at the sickening sensation. You didn't open your eyes to find out why it suddenly pulled away, not until you heard its owner cry out in pain at the same time as the unmistakable sound of a sword piercing flesh. 

“One.”

You opened your eyes just in time to see his lifeless body thud down beside you. So much happened at once, a flash of armor in your colors, brilliant, blazing, blue hair freed from its helmet, the cool slice of blades being drawn. You hadn't realized that you'd been released, not until the predators were lunging past you towards the new threat. 

He laughed, excited at the chance to fight, even outnumbered. Sword clashed against sword in a blur, two against one. You jolted upwards, attempting to crawl away and put distance between yourself and the scuffle. With a final, pained shout and dull thump against the dirt, another man fell. 

“Two.”

You reached a fence and pulled yourself to sit up, spinning around, your back scraping wood, just in time to see the final man kicked to the ground with a pathetic yelp. Hold her still. He sounded so different then than he did now, sweating, murmuring and muttering, squealing like a pig as he backed into an opposite corner. The knight in your colors chuckled meanly, leisurely strolling towards his downed figure, cutting off any avenue for escape. 

The man raised his trembling hands, terror in his eyes. So brave when he had cronies at his side to help him overpower a girl, so cowardly in the face of someone his own size. “P - please!”

“What was that you said to her?” The blue-haired knight taunted. “Something about sliding it in real gentle?”

The man’s eyes widened with realization. “No, no! Please!” He screeched. 

“Like this?” The knight pushed the blade into the man’s gut, slowly and steadily, sadistically, not budging at the sound of skin and muscle tearing, of blood spilling, of his shouts and shallow breaths and gurgling, the last ones he’d take. 

His pained screams seemed to echo in the night, another sound that would likely haunt your days, but you couldn't look away. You watched as he died slowly, as the knight grinned viciously, not stopping until his sword was in to the hilt, till blood gushed from the man’s mouth, till his eyes stared nowhere in particular and his body fell limp. 

In one strong pull, the knight yanked the sword from the man’s stomach, rising and wiping the blood off on his sleeves callously. He froze and straightened, as if just now remembering that you were still there, before slowly turning to look at you over his shoulder. 

Men, especially those inside these walls, could be cruel, to their own wives even. You witnessed the way this one fought, the way this one killed, and it had you speculating on the nature of his personality, worrying for your safety in his presence. Especially with the way his brows furrowed harshly and his bright, blue eyes glowered at you, his free hand twitching at his side as if claws were itching to come out, you sensed danger, alarms going off in your mind, warning you to pick up and run to the next place to make another attempt for the shadows. Everything about him screamed predator, the ferocity with which he killed, the crazed look in his eyes, his sadistic tendencies and his angry aura, and you feared to become his next prey. 

He faced you fully, taking a step closer. “You,” he growled, coming closer, faster, like a lion about to pounce. 

Your body, weak with exhaustion and torment, hardly wanted to function or move. You reached for the wooden plank above you, attempting to pull yourself up and away, on a futile mission to escape, again. 

A rough hand wrapped around your ankle, dragging you back across the dirt, tearing and soiling your dress further. You cried out, mentally preparing for the worst again. Try as you might, the lamb could never outrun or overpower the lion. It was nature. It was life. The nameless lamb, one amongst dozens, devoured by the mighty lion. 

And as you were flipped onto your back again, tears still fresh in your eyes, like a good lamb, you awaited the slaughter. You may not have been a knight, but this was your own war. A handmaiden, a lamb, no worth, no name, nothing to be but a sacrifice for the gods or a meal for the lion. 

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End Note: This was inspired by a very many things, as my writing often is, but I want to particularly shoutout @amostimprobabledream for her amazing Grimmjow fic: The Gift. I’ve been watching a lot of Game of Thrones, playing a lot of Skyrim, and thinking a lotttttt of Grimmjow, and it had me dreaming up this. I am looking forward to the journey our grumpy knight takes us on…!!!

[kittsyspaw]

Misbehaving! read at own risk! Ryūken Ishida x reader

Walking in the house, you spotted him, your friend's father. His greyish-white locks falling over his forehead, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose

There you were, in your tiny skirt that barely covered the swell of your ass, strutting around his house like every other day, like the norm. "Mr.Ishida!" you'd pitch your voice, hugging his arm, pressing it between your breasts with a huge smile on your face,

"Good evening, Uryu will be here soon, how have you been? How's med school?"

You caught him multiple times in the hospital during classes...but he never spoke to you, or even slightly interacted.

You bit down on your lip, fuck you wanted this dilf more than anything in the world, that's why you've been basically slutting yourself out whenever you visited you best friend, solely for his father. Ryūken Ishida.

His smooth, deep voice evoked your inner heat. You shyly peered down at your feet, "ah, it's been really stressful, hmph, our professor can't explain anything right— so I've been thinking..."

The older man pushed his glasses up, his body stiff as you stepped closer, pushing your boobs against his chest...he knew Uryu was about to be home in a bit...

"—can you help me, Mr.Ishida?"

Little minx, you were. His eyes widened, speechless at the seductive ring to your voice, "I promise I'll be a good girl." you gasped, he pushed you away, just lightly, making space for himself. "I could help you, but refrain from acting immature like this, I'll let it slide this once, for Uryus sake."

Ugh, this stiff dude, no matter what you did, you couldn't melt that ice wall. "H-huh, what you mean, Sir? D-did...did I do anything that insulated you? I-Im so sorry—..."

You played the 'dense' role, whimpering, crocodile tears filling your lashline. "...I-...My apologies, I did not intend to make you cry. All I was implying is that you should cover up your body more—,"

ah, right, he was old fashioned after all.

Your breath hitched, the older, mature man leaned down to your height, brushing away hairs behind your ear, "You're a beautiful woman...and by exposing yourself as such— you'd attract a lot of attention, from bad people too, greedy eyes undressi—!... Apologies, it seems that I'm very tired... I'll be in my study for now—"

Your jaw went slack, shocked by his words, "Wait! W-what did you—?"

"Please forget the last part I said...please cover up next time you walk into my residence."

The fuck was his problem? Is his decision making always this bad?! Well, you'll help him make his decision, you'll just...toy with him for a bit, push him to the edge. He'll reveal his true colors.

Uryu blushed the second he saw you, his eyes wandering down your body, discarding them away immediately, "A-ah...How are you? S-sorry....I was—" you gave him a reassuring gesture, leading him to his room, glancing at the door of his dads study.

•

The malice glinted in your pupil, slipping and clipping on your white lingerie set, you knew what you were doing, and it was definitely for him. The lace hugged your body like a second layer, barely covering anything.

Above the set, you put on a simple white blouse, your mini skirt and— thigh garters. Your heart raced, feeling the heat spread to your sex just by thinking of your best friends dad...poor Uryu and his little feelings for you...

Was it really your fault? You couldn't help it...his dad was perfect in your eyes...cold, mysterious and aging like fine wine, barely visible wrinkles from overwork and stress on his face, his voice rumbling from the depths of his chest,

You wanted his reaction, he never gave you one. So? You'll create one. You'll make him give you a reaction.

You rang on the doorbell, fucking hell their 'house' was literally a mansion. Just how rich were they?

"Yu'! Hii!!" The boy burst up in flames, skipping over his words as you hugged him, passing him, bending a bit to take off your shoes, your feet covered by the thin fabric of your thigh-highs.

"H-h...How are you?"

It's been two days since you two last met at his house to study together. Two days since you saw Ryūken.

"Good, sorry I came a bit earlier today—"

There he was, sitting at the dining table, a cup of tea in hand as he held a book in another. You might've fallen to your knees right there...

"Good morning, dear, I had no idea that you were coming over today." he didn't even look at you...but...you got dressed up just for him...

His son stammered, explaining his forgetting. "Sit down, we're having breakfast at the moment," you did, following Uryu,

It was awkward. A suffocating silence. "Ah, Mr.Ishida about what I suggested, have you thought about it?" You clasped your hands together, thanking your best friend who went to the kitchen to get you a glass of water.

"Yes, I have. I believe it's best we leave it, my schedule is pretty tight."

"oh..."

The older male looked up, his eyes wideblown at your tone, "I'm very sorry, sweetheart," fucking hell....was he doing it on purpose? Your thighs got sticky...

"N-no... It's alright..." you broke the eye contact, picking the food on your plate with the fork, you knew he felt guilty, that's what you were after. Nice.

"Uhm... could I maybe at least use your study? I heard from Uryu that you had a lot of great books, I love to read!"

His son nodded, giving his dad a pleading face, to agree. "It seems like I have no other choice..."

"thank you so much!!"

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"Uryu isn't home at the moment, you can borrow the books you need to study from my office, you know where it is, yes?"

Nod.

There you were now, day later. planning your next move in his huge office, trailing around, studying everything. It was dust free, even his office got specks of his taste. Something to be described as 'old money', the interior just smelled expensive.

You walked over to the huge shelf, fingers gliding against the covers of the books, lifting your head to look above, hmp...a plan...a plan...oh, yes...

There was a wooden ladder that moved along the huge shelves, why? To get the books from above, obviously. It was an excellent touch to your plan. You dragged the ladder, climbing it until you reached a point high above ground but not high enough for your phobia to kick in.

"Is everything alright? You're..."

He was cut off, noticing you holding for dear life on the ladder, on your tippy toes, retrieving a book. Ryuken walked closer, almost being enchanted into doing so, standing below. "that's a bit dangerous..."

His head hung low, not daring to look up...out of respect and shame.

"A-ah...Mr.Ishida, I was just trying to get a few books, I can— Ak!"

It was his own mistake, whipping his neck up, did you slip? Did something happen? No, but he was the one who almost slipped.

His lips parted, unable to look away from the sight of your thighs, from this angle... everything was exposed. Your ass and legs being in sight wasn't the problem...

They were nothing in comparison to the lace underwear you wore. sheer cloth hugging your snug pussy, a visible wet patch on the lace...

Ryuken didn't blink. Gulping, his grip almost destroyed the wood of the ladder, jaw clenching. "Get down, now."

"Huh? S-sir...is everything okay? Im almost finished–"

He saw it, your eager expressions. "I said get down." you got a glimpse of his face, white strands dropping over his stern and flushed face, you couldn't understand, what he was thinking...or what he wanted to do.

You placed one foot beneath the other, blood boiling, adrenaline running through the veins. You finally reached the floor, scared...freezing, unable to look behind you, what the hell are you doing, dummy?!

Your hands were shaking, holding onto the railings. Ryūken towered over you, you could almost hear his heartbeat.

He slammed his palm against the steps above your head, wide shoulders caging you in place, "Is this truly what you desire? I won't ask again, give me your confirmation and I'll give you what you want."

was this actually happening? It wasn't a dream, right? No, not with the way your heart beat skipped. Shivers trailed down your spine as Ryūken leaned down to your ear, "I'm not hearing anything."

"yes...yes."

You shuddered, "That isn't enough. Tell me, what is it that you're so desperate for?" he spun you around, prying into your soul with his dark blue eyes.

"You. I want you, please...Mr.Ishida, for a long time now..."

His eyes narrowed, "I did not ask you to beg... but at the end of this you will be."

Your stomach dropped, Ryūken wrapped his arm around your thighs, throwing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, loosening his tie.

You blinked and soon enough Ryūken settled on the clean desk, the white tie in hand. He grabbed your hands , binding them together with the fabric.

The man twirled you around, with a flick of his

"Hmp. You knew what you were doing, weren't you? Wearing all those skimpy clothes..."

Ryūkens hands faded along your sides, trailing the curves until they stopped at your hips, "this skirt did no justice in covering you up, do you always wear this thing? Your poor teacher—it's most likely your fault he's distracted ."

You could feel the heat of your temperature rising, still in denial this was happening, you disagreed, wiggling your hips at his touch, you needed him... everything, desperate.

"You don't agree?"

Your clit pulsed against his thigh, his jeans probably wet from your silck. "N-no...only for you, Sir. I only dress like this for you."

"What makes you think I haven't noticed that yet?" A yelp left your lips, your right cheek stung, was he spanking you?!

"it's alright, I will teach you how to act like a proper lady."

You scoffed, Ryūkens eye twitched at the pure hint of disrespect, you didn't stop there, "Oh please, it was you who kept staring at my ass? Sure, I did it on purpose but you could've lowered your gaze, hold accountability at least."

Absurd. Truly. He took off his glasses, placing them on the table, head tilting. "What a brat. Accountability? Yeah, I will." another slap and your flesh rippled, leaving a burn behind.

You almost screamed, every whip sent electricity straight to your pussy, clenching around nothing, instinctively grinding against his thigh. "Fuckin' Hell, are we gonna do this the entire time? Ugh! I don't wanna! you're not my father..! I'm not here to get disciplin— omph!—"

Two digits shoved in your mouth, pressing down on your hot muscles. "Stop talking. From now on, you only repeat what I say while moaning my name."

Your eyelids felt heavy, excitement bubbling in your tummy. But it was cut short as another spank had you jolting back to reality, curling your toes at the aching sting. "...O-ow!" You muffled around the fingers invading your mouth,

Smack!

Another one on the left side, rubbing it in with his palm, "Now say it; 'I...will not wear inappropriate clothes in the Ishida household.' " you wiggled in his grasp, fuming at the humiliation.

"f-fhuh...youh!"

"Brats never listen," he swatted your squished folds, the throb sending blood to his caged frustration, a tent forming in his pants. "I need to wash that mouth clean, too. I'll have you perfect for me, don't worry, I've got you."

The white-ish haired man pulled you back up, fisting your blouse and tearing it off completely, buttons sprawling all over the place. "Fucking hell..." He pinched the bridge of his nose at the sight.

"what...? You don't like it? It's all for you—" it was torn off, leaving your nipples hardening in the cold breeze. The male unclasped your skirt, letting it pool at your ankles, grabbing a chunk of fat from your sore rear. "...No, I like it...just not when everyone can see, keep it for my eyes only."

He kept the garters on.

Ryuken hooked his thumbs around your panties, scoffing at the glistening string that connected to the padding of the lace. "So wet...from being spanked? How vile."

Ryuken dragged this out as long as he could, fingering you at the slowest pace, he filled you up nicely, his digits were thicker than yours, finding spots you didn't know existed.

Ryuken had his arm over your hip, thumb finding you clit, rubbing the nub while you arched your back, your hands still tied, leaning against the desk for stability. "M..mmgh...hurry up already! You're... you're so fucking slow, even my maths prof. was faster!!"

It was just a joke...you swear, but he didn't take it lightly. His fingers sped up, hitting that hypersensitive, gummy spot inside,

The knot was about to snap, tension melting your brain into a puddle, your tongue hung out like a puppy— the fragment of this all— your dads best friend, the dude who've you've been fingers yourself too every night, finally going to make you cum. "Nngh—mhmmm...ryu!!"

"It's sir, to you."

Your ass coiled at the strike, a loud yelp leaving your lips, he pulled his fingers out! right when you were about to orgasm!! "W-why? Sir...n-no...no! please.... please... don't do this to me..."

He went back to the same motion, in and out, he teased but right before even a single flick could make you come, he retreated his fingers, allowing the effect to carry on to your brain.

The first three times were barely takeable, it got worse. Your legs shook furiously, spit coating your chin, whines and mewls escaping your chewed out lips.

Please, please, a simple tap on your clit and you would burst, he was so mean!!

Your pussy was beyond messy, throbbing and slimy. His fingers were knuckle deep in you, his entire wrist being covered by your honey.

Tears glossed your eyes, "p-please! Sir...Mr.Ishida! a-mHk! I- I swear I'll be a good girl!"

"you want to come, then?"

You gestured a 'yes', peering at him with a pleading expression, half of your face pressing into the table. "Be obedientl then and repeat what I said earlier while I fuck out your orgasm"

Your face brightened in pure joy, shivering as his long and massive digits impaled your barrier, clenching down on them, you scrambled the last working bits of your brain, forming slushed and sloppy words together.

"I...I! Mnngh— I...will—ohhhh...f-fuckkkk, sirr..." your sentence slurred before finish, "you what? Continue or I'll stop."

"NO! no please, please sir! Ungh—N..Nghk! I...I promise you— f-fuck....i swear...I won't...I—w-wont..."

Ryūken smirked, licking his lip, your struggling pumping blood to his cock.

"I— wont....wear any.. inappropriate c—Clothesss....around..mghn...the Ishida...h-household! S-sir!"

He leaned down, kissing the top of your head, "good girl..." Ryuken purred, speeding up his assault, foam forming at your entrance. "U-gh...O! Oh! Oh! Mr.Ishida! Im gonna come! It feels weird! Im gonna pee—!"

"It's okay pretty girl, do it."

You smelted on the desk, yielding completely as he drove you to your high, your orgasm hitting you ten times as hard, your eyes rolled to your head, shivering like a leaf, "t-thank you! Mghnnnhh—! Thank you! t-thank yiu!"

Your liquid sprayed out, dripping on the floor and thighs and you spasmed, "Mhmm, that's good, isn't it? Yeah, I know, I know..." Ryūken brushed his hair back with his clean hand, groaning at the sight of your ruined state,

"are you still with me? We're not done yet."

Your lids felt heavy, shooting open at the sound of a belt unbuckling, twitching, you placed your knee on the higher ground, spreading your legs for him, "ahh...mr.ishida...fill me up, please?"

fucking hell. Ryuken was certain you were s succubus.

His cock smacked against his stomach, the tip angry and leaking beads of precum. He lined it with your slit, sliding the essence between your folds then prodding the head into your gaping hole that greedily swallowed everything.

"how fucking Filthy."

Ryukens chest heaved up and down, the pressure of your velvety walls driving him deeper in, milking him to the middle of his shaft, he felt like hot lava was being poured on his cock, ridges of your walls rubbing against him teasingly.

"mhmm... you're....sooo... big" he was. Ryūken wasn't't even fully sheathed but you already felt stuffed. He gave you time to adjust, that's when your overthinking kicked in.

God...Uryu...you forgot about him. Luckily, he wasn't home, but fuck the absurdity of it all had you giddy, a loopy grin on your face.

Ryūken bottomed out, tip nudging your cervix, snapping you from your thoughts. "Ohmygod—! S-sir...i-I cant take it!! It's s-still sensitive....!" his hips gave a few test thrusts, your pussy squeezing.

"No, I think you can. You will."

He loomed over your sprawled body, unbinding your hands, allowing you to scratch at his desk, his hips jerked, pulling out before penetrating in and out, Ryūken as being melted by you, his jaw clenched, using your lower body as leverage while he rammaged your guts.

"mhnK— ohh! Oh! Ow! Arh...! S-sir...ryuuu'..."

How pleasing it was, his name rolling of your tongue in whimpers. Your moans echoed in the study, every lewd noise did. His balls slapping your cheeks, your pussy spitting out syrup and his groans mixed within the pitches of your own.

"S-shit... you're sucking me in—!!"

You maneuvered control, switching positions, you shoved him back into his chair, straddling his hips, immediately swallowing his cock again, "What are you—"

You bounced up and down, arms around his neck, hearing whines from your friend dad while you marked his neck with hickies. He was yours now. His cock was yours to use.

To ruin yourself on top.

"nmgh— s-sir...fuck your dick is huge! It's in my guts!"

The older man was speechless, quite literally. He observed at your fucked out expression, breath staggering as you licked a stripe up his neck. "Ungh—ahhh...Mr.Ishida...I love your cock. I'm molded to it so perfectly...."

Did you not have any shame?!

He glared, nose scrunching. "M-Mr.Ishida...I-I just came...can you feel it?" hearts formed in your pupils, your pussy pulsing around his shaft that dug far, Ryūken slapped your ass, pushing his hips up to hinder your pace, dragging out those lengthy and annoyed sobs from you...

"no...sir... don't do this again to me— mnkk... please!!"

Ryuken took hold of your waist, slamming you down, caging you there without moving...it wasn't just you who he edged, he was doing the same to himself, teasing his stiffness, ready to explode any moment.

A few minutes full of cries passed. He took control again, bouncing you up and down, grinding your clit against his pelvis. "Mhhmm...ahhh, sirr..."

A swirl of emotions mixed in your guts, boiling — ready to snap.

Your strained body gave up, bursting at once, your pussy being your second heartbeat as your ears rang, your bones turning into jelly in his grasp, resting your heavy head on his chest while Ryūken still moved, restless.

"fuck...s-shit—my good girl, you're doing amazing — just a bit more..."

He sped up, pistoning in and out, knowing that he was chasing. "Oh! Ryūken! Ohmygoodness— nmgh!!!"

"M-mhm...yes, I'm right here."

"I love you— fuckkkk!!!"

His hips came to a halt, balls spasming, cock flush kissing your bruised cervix, stuffing you load after load with his translucent and watery seed. His head tipped back, adams apple bopping.

You shifted in his left, hovering up his softening dick, the mixture in you oozing out, coating his shaft. Ryūkens eyes were half-lidded and hazy as he spread your fold, getting better sight of his seed dribbling, your enlarged clit fluttering at the touch.

His eyes widened.

"Shit this isn't good— fuck....visit me as soon as possible at the hospital tomorrow."

You giggled,high out of your head, "jeez, calm down— I'm on the pill...I wouldn't mind visiting you though—! Ack!" what was his thing and spanking you?

"I...Im very sorry about your blouse— and your clothes...you can borrow some of mine..."

"you have a bra?"

His face flushed, still stern. "It isn't like you need it with the way you strut around, anyway."

•

"Girl you're glowing, who's been pleasing you?" Your classmate, Isane stated, leaning on her palm, "you wouldn't be able to guess!" she laughed, "what? So it isn't professor Kyōraku?"

You shook your head, "Okay... Ukitake? Urahara? No? That's crazy... you've definitely got a type tho."

You glanced at Uryu who was walking over to your place, "Are you serious? Y/n. Seriously?"

She did say you had a type.

✧

Live love laugh Ryūken Ishida

Did i go all out on the story? Yes. Did I not gaf about the smut? Also yes. (This turned me on so bad while writing it)

Im so sorry for any mistakes this isn't prof read or edited!!

I need one with aizen asap

[kittsyspaw]

YEAAAHHHH Hogwarts x WB

HOGWARTS X WINDBREAKER

chapter: 1

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September 1,⋆｡°✩

The clock face over the station flickered with pale morning light, its long black hand ticking forward until it cut across the Roman numeral XI. Eleven sharp. You exhaled, a breath curling in the cool air, and adjusted the strap of your suitcase. Right on time, the deep whistle of the train rolled through the platform, and in the next moment, scarlet blur and gleaming brass swallowed the space before you—the Hogwarts Express had arrived. You could see your wavy reflection from the windows as you stepped closer. It wasn’t like you hadn’t taken magical trains before. Your own school had its own way of sending students between continents. But this was different—an exchange, a year abroad, a chance to stand in the heart of a place everyone whispered about. Hogwarts.

The doors clattered open with a hiss of steam. You gripped your ticket tighter, moved forward with the wave of students, and the first thing you did after stepping on was collide shoulder-first into someone. "Ah—Sorry!", you hear a voice come out almost at the same time as you. You look up to see a girl, lean and laid back. She had white hair with some black streaks and striking purple eyes, one hand lifting to steady the broomstick case slung across her shoulder. Beside her was a tall boy—dark, long hair and a scar across his face. “Kaneshiro,” the first introduced quickly, brushing off the bump like it was nothing. “This is Ryohei. You good?” “Yeah,” you managed, giving a small nod, clutching your suitcase a little closer to your side. They didn’t linger; the current of students pulled them along toward a nearly full compartment. As you stepped up the stairs into the train. The heat immediately embraces you as you start walking towards finding a suitable seat. You let yourself drift the opposite way until you found an empty one near the back. The corridor chatter dulled the moment you slid the door shut, sealing yourself in with only the faint hum of wheels beneath the floor.

Your suitcase clicked softly as you set it down. You slipped your headphones over your ears and leaned back against the cushioned seat, letting the rhythm of the train lull your thoughts. The steady rumble beneath your feet and the faint echo of laughter from the corridor outside made it almost easy to imagine you were alone, just a traveler passing through.

That illusion broke the moment your compartment door slid open with a sharp clatter. A tall boy stepped in without hesitation, his dark hair falling to his shoulders, a thin moustache catching the light when he grinned. His voice boomed, though muffled by your music, until he noticed you weren’t reacting. He paused, waiting until you tugged one side of your headphones down.

“Hey—uh, is there somebody else sitting here? Everywhere else is packed, and we haven’t found a seat yet,” he said, still speaking louder than necessary. “Um, no,” you answered, setting your headphones in your lap. “I’m the only one here. You can sit if you want.” “Awesome!” His smile widened, and he straightened, already leaning halfway out the door. “I’ll bring my friends as well, if that’s alright?” You gave him a small nod. That was all the permission he needed. “Oi, in here!” he shouted down the hall, his voice carrying easily over the chatter. One by one, more students spilled into your quiet space. Four in total—first a lean boy with sharp, composed features, his dark eyes flicking around the compartment before settling on you with a polite incline of his head. Then a girl followed, confident and striking, her long blonde hair smooth as glass and her posture effortlessly elegant. Behind her came another boy, his round face warm with an easy smile as he murmured a quick thanks. The last was wheeled in—a boy with brown eyes bright beneath his fringe, maneuvering his chair with practiced ease as he offered you a cheerful nod.

They settled quickly, filling the space with the scrape of trunks, the shuffle of cloaks, the low hum of introductions murmured between them. The tall boy—the first one—flopped down opposite you with the ease of someone who belonged everywhere.

“Dom, by the way,” he said simply, flashing you a grin like you’d already agreed to be friends.

And just like that, your quiet compartment was no longer yours.The compartment didn’t stay quiet for long. Once the first introductions were out of the way, it grew lively—snatches of laughter bouncing off the walls, playful arguments sparking between Dom and the others, the occasional thud of a Chocolate Frog hitting the window when it escaped its box. Wrappers crinkled, Bertie Bott’s beans were passed around with exaggerated dares, and someone’s owl hooted indignantly from its cage overhead.

Hours passed in a blur of chatter and scenery rushing by outside. The countryside stretched from rolling green to shadowed forest, and by the time the sky had changed into late afternoon, you decided it was time to change.

Sliding the door closed behind you, you returned a few minutes later dressed in your new uniform—black robes falling neatly over your shoulders, the fabric still stiff from never being worn before. The others glanced up from their seats as you entered. Dom let out a whistle.

“Oi, look at that—proper Hogwarts gear,” he said, tugging on the lapel of his own robes. Only then did you notice the details: the inner lining of his robe was deep crimson, matching the loose tie at around his neck. June’s shimmered golden-yellow, while Shelly’s and Minu's shone with a Ravenclaw blue. Even Jay’s robe carried that same blue mark of his House.

Yours was plain. Just black.

Dom squinted at you for a moment, then leaned forward. “Are you not sorted?”

You shifted slightly, clutching the fabric at your side. “Oh—I’m an exchange student.”

The whole group blinked in unison before the realization lit across their faces. Dom grinned wide, his elbow hitting Minu’s chair playfully.

“Well then, that makes sense,” he said, nodding with such exaggerated wisdom you had to bite back a laugh. “If that’s the case, ask me any questions you’ve got. I’ll help you. These guys will, too.”

The others nodded—June with eager warmth, Shelly with a small but genuine smile, Jay with a quiet dip of his chin, Minu adding a bright “Of course.” For the first time since stepping onto the platform, you didn’t feel completely out of place.

The train whistle echoed, long and low, as the landscape outside darkened. Lanterns flickered to life in the corridor. The rumble slowed to a crawl until, finally, the train screeched to a stop at a shadowed station.

You were herded with the upper-years toward the waiting carriages—dark, ornate, and drawn by creatures with skeletal wings, invisible to some but very real to others. The ride jolted forward, wheels crunching gravel, the night air sharp against your face. Then, over the rise of the hill, the castle came into view.

Hogwarts. Its towers clawed at the night sky, windows glittering gold against the darkness.

The Great Hall doors swung open to reveal an expanse lit by floating candles and a ceiling enchanted to mirror the stars. Long tables stretched into the distance, House banners draping from the walls, golden plates glinting in the candlelight.

While the others broke off toward their tables, you were steered to the side, near the staff tables. A professor—Mahon Jo, who introduced himself to you— rested a hand on your shoulder as the Sorting Hat ceremony began. One by one, the first-years stepped forward, the Hat shouting their House for the hall to cheer. You remained where you were, an observer, apart.

When the last cheer faded, the feast appeared. Platters gleamed with roast chicken, steaming potatoes, golden puddings, and flagons of pumpkin juice. Dom, seated nearby at the Gryffindor table, was already piling food high, waving a chicken leg at you with an unbothered grin. “Oi, don’t just stand there! Eat something!”

You also notice the two you bumped into earlier—Kaneshiro and Ryohei, at the Gryffindor's table, staring at you occasionally curiously. Probably wondering why you were not sorted.

Shelly inspected her plate with a delicate critique before sampling the treacle tart. Minu’s hands reached for the potatoes as dishes refilled themselves the moment they were emptied, June happily piling his plate while talking to everyone within reach.

And you, still on the edge of it all—felt both very far away, and closer than you’d expected. By the time the last golden plates cleared themselves away and the candles floated higher toward the enchanted ceiling, the Great Hall buzzed with sleepy contentment. Conversations dimmed to murmurs, the scrape of benches echoing as students began filing out in clusters behind their prefects. Robes swished, laughter bounced off the stone walls, and little by little, the room emptied until only a few professors lingered by the staff table, some you learned their name were Professors' Mario Nam, Bale Armstrong, Sangho Choi, Mark Scott, and Michele Doss.

You stayed where you were until a firm but gentle voice drew you back.

“Come along, then,” Professor Mahon said, his sharp eyes softening slightly when they landed on you. “The others will be led to their common rooms. You’ll be shown to your quarters.”

A small flick of his wand lit the sconces along a narrow side corridor. You followed his footsteps, the echo of your shoes stark against the stone while muffled laughter from distant staircases reminded you how different your night would be from theirs.

The path wound past portraits who craned curiously from their frames—witches with books half-open, knights tipping helmets as you passed, a few whispering behind gloved hands as though trying to place your face.

Finally, Mahon Jo stopped at a modest wooden door tucked between two tall windows. He opened it with another flick of her wand. Inside waited a small, tidy room: a single bed tucked neatly against the wall, a wardrobe, a desk stacked with parchment and ink. A lantern glowed faintly in the corner, casting warm light that softened the otherwise space.

“Your quarters,” he said, voice warm but welcoming. “The faculty wing is quiet, but you’ll be close enough to classes. The Potion Class is nearby, as well as the Slytherin House Dorm, which is closest to you out of the rest. Breakfast is served in the Great Hall at eight. I trust you’ll settle in.”

With that, he gave you a short nod and departed, his footsteps fading down the corridor.

You stood alone in the silence, suitcase still heavy in your hand. Beyond the window, the castle grounds stretched in shadow—the Black Lake glittering faintly, the outline of the Forbidden Forest looming against the horizon. Somewhere deep in the stonework, muffled cheers and chatter carried from the dormitories where the other students were still laughing, still meeting new friends under House banners.

You set your suitcase down with a soft click. The lantern flickered once, steadying. For the first time all day, you were truly alone.

And though the bed looked inviting, you weren’t sure yet if you’d be able to sleep in a castle that still felt like it was holding its breath around you.

dividers by: @mycupoffanfiction

[kittsyspaw]

We need sum manhwa villainess reincarnation ff with the reader, zayne as the duke of the north, Xavier as the Hightower mage/wizard and idk sum shit like that, Sylus as the dragon hybrid that falls for us because we were wronged, I wanna write it so bad

Zayne, Lord of the North