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'This isn't good cop, bad cop. It's two idiots.'

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Love this ❤️❤️❤️

Made this shitpost cuz they're both groups of three girls(?)

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Hello! How I love your writing. Your works are really perfect for me. And I’d like to request. Can I request anonymously? What about NSFW alphabet with Aizen Sosuke? I hope you will accept it!

HI and YES i dont mind if you request anonymously, honestly writing a nsfw alphabet for the aizen sosuke was bound to happen  

NSFW ALPHABET : AIZEN SOSUKE

Wc: 2412

Tw: obvious nsfw elements and themes

A/n: i am back and finally free from exams and hopefully them results are very good, ive prepared some drabbles and fics for yall and am planning to release some drafts since lets be honest they are just collecting dust rn ;) hopefully you all enjoy (update: had WAY too much fun with this 😝)

A = Aftercare

Just like his character, calm, methodical, and attentive, I'm pretty sure Aizen would make sure you're mentally and physically okay. He won’t smother, but you’ll feel utterly safe, blanket pulled over you, fingers brushing your hair back, his voice a low murmur. He sees aftercare as a continuation of control and trust he has over you.

B = Body part (his favorite on you)

Honestly I can see him being obsessed with your neck and eyes. He’s fascinated with vulnerability, how your pulse quickens under his mouth, how you shiver when he breathes there. He often touches or kisses your neck as a quiet form of ownership. And with your eyes he loves that he can  watch you fall apart, composed on the outside but betraying everything in your gaze.

“Your eyes tell me more than your words ever could.”

But if we are talking an ass or boobs kind of guy i really see him leaning towards ass and heres why:

I think he appreciates movement, poise, and the hidden sensuality of the body rather than just flashiness. The sway of your hips, the arch of your back, the way you present yourself in front of him makes him feral, gripping your waist and pulling you back into him, watching the curve of your body bend to his will, that’s far more appealing to him than just staring at a chest.

C = Cum

He’s precise. Whether it’s inside you, on your stomach, or your back, it’s deliberate. But he almost most preferably likes do do his business insides just because Aizen enjoys psychological dominance and the thought of finishing inside of you is kinda like him saying “You’re mine.You’ve surrendered to me fully.”- something he doesn't really have to say aloud. But he's also deeply possessive. He won't mark you with loud moans or scratches, he’ll do it with his silence and the lingering heat inside you when he finishes.

When he does finish outside its mostly because you requested, he respects consent and adapts to your boundaries

D = Dirty Talk

He's all for it. It's low, calculated, and utterly devastating. He doesn’t need to raise his voice, he’ll just whisper something sinful in your ear while looking into your eyes, and you’ll melt. He'll question your obedience, praise your reactions, and taunt you gently until you’re breathless. 

It doesn't help that he uses his voice to his advantage- a very calm and deep voice. Low and controlled. He sounds almost bored, which makes it more devastating for you. And don't forget, it's not just about sex, he talks about how you’re reacting, what he’s doing to you, and what he plans to do next.

“You're doing well. I didn’t expect you to last this long… but I wonder how much longer I can keep watching you struggle.”

“Every inch of you listens to me. I haven’t even touched you properly and you’re already trembling.”

E = Experience

I like to think that Aizen is extremely experienced but part of me says that just in the academic and psychological sense. He’s had lovers of course, but more importantly is that he’s mastered the art of seduction through observation and precision.He knows what you need before you say it, and he uses that awareness masterfully. Nothing he ever does is clumsy or experimental because he knows what he is doing 100% of the time. He knows the curve of your hips and the exact moment to pause, just to hear you beg. At the end of the day, for Aizen it's about control.

F = Favorite Position

Positions with visual dominance like:

Missionary- but with your wrists pinned or held above your head,he likes to watch your face, control your breathing, and draw things out. That way he has full body control over you and can mentally overwhelm you with his eye contact and emotional intimacy.

Others positions he might enjoy are:

When he has you bent over to watch you fall apart silently mark your neck, or tease your ears. He’ll pull your hair just enough to remind you who’s in charge.

Lotus- this is like for slower and more intimate sessions. Times for when he wants your legs wrapped around him, your breath shaking as he speaks low against your throat. He will control the rhythm, one hand at your lower back, the other guiding your hips.

G = Goofy (How silly is he?)

Not goofy at all in bed. He’s too serious. But in rare, vulnerable moments like maybe if you tease him just right, he might exhale a quiet laugh, or smirk at your sass. But those moments are fleeting.

H = Hair

Immaculate. Aizen always seems perfectly groomed. Neatly groomed below the waist, with little to no chest hair. He would 100% respect if his partner were to maintain the same level of hygiene.

I = Intimacy

High and very emotional. Aizen makes everything feel meaningful. He's the type of guy to watch you more than he would speak, every flicker of your emotion, every moment of vulnerability, he catches and stores it.

Aizen isn't the type of person to open up easily but when he does it's MEANINGFUL (do not take it for granted), sharing a moment from his past  may be a rare opinion. His presence just screams 

"You’re worth my time."

He wont say “i love you” often since usually his actions make up for it. But when he says it, you know he means it completely. No hesitation. No masks. :)

J = Jack-Off

Rarely. He’s disciplined and has self control and patience. But if he does, he thinks of you, vividly and deliberately, and always finishes with a soft grunt of your name.

K = Kinks

Powerplay (dominance)- we all know that Aizen is a very dominant centered guy. He enjoys seeing you submit because you want to, not because you’re forced. That’s what turns him on most: voluntary surrender.- “You’re free to walk away anytime. And yet here you are, shaking under me..”

Psychological Manipulation- he's a manipulator and that's no surprise, edging, orgasm denial you can name it all. He loves pushing your buttons, whispering in your ear how close you are, then at the last second pulling away just to see your reaction.

Praise and Degradation (like a mix of both)- He's the type to tell you how beautiful you are right after calling you desperate slut.

L = Location

He would most likely prefer the privacy of his space or chambers. But I love to think he has a thing/weakness for secluded risks. He won't necessarily be careless but the tension of doing something forbidden excites him.

M = Motivation

What turns him on is control. Seeing you lose yourself in pleasure, hearing you moan his name, and knowing he’s the only one who can unravel you so perfectly. But if we were to dig deeper:

He���s drawn to raw honesty-when you drop your defenses, when your voice trembles but you still ask for him.

He loves the way you look up at him, cheeks burning, lips parted to speak but the words don’t come.Your hesitation is a drug to him

Aizen loves to listen for tone: not just what you say, but how you say it.He wants to hear you falter. Break. Say his name like a secret or a plea. And when your voice slips out in a soft, desperate moan? That’s when his calm fractures.

N = No

He will never cross a boundary. He doesn’t need to push limits to dominate. Your safety and trust are the foundation of his control. And he's a big no-no for sharing you with others.

O = Oral

He enjoys both giving and receiving. 

Giving - when he goes down on you it's truly devastating mostly because he wants to undo you completely. He will be studying every reaction that comes out of you-the tremble of your thighs, the way your hands twitch, the breath you hold right before you break. It's purposefully cruel and slow. His tongue moves with purpose, not random flicks, but targeted, devastating strokes.He builds tension. Then stops. Then resumes. Until you’re whining, clenching his sheets, and begging him to let you finish. He also loves holding your thighs wide open, watching you squirm while he takes his time.

Receiving - i love to think that he likes it nice and slow, almost ceremonial. He wants you to relish in it, not just perform it. For him eye contact is a MUST- look up at him while your lips are wrapped around him and you will see his facade begin to break. Aizen also thrives on devotion. If you act like you want to please him, like it's your privilege, he’ll reward you. Lavishly. OwO

P = Pace

Mostly it's slow and deep. Even when he’s rough, it’s not fast. It’s intentional. Aizen draws everything out, savoring each reaction. He drives into you with a rhythm designed to destroy you slowly. If you’ve angered him or challenged his authority, it shifts to a way harder, more possessive pace 

Q = Quickie

Rare, but not impossible. He does prefer drawn-out sessions. If he senses you’re desperate and there's no time, he’ll press you against a wall and whisper, “You’ll stay quiet for me, won’t you?”

R = Risk

Measured risks. But as stated earlier he does enjoy pushing boundaries as he thrives on the psychological thrill.

S = Stamina

He's not just all physical but also mentally (everything with this man is mental).He's not quick to fatigue easily, and his real strength is in how long he can delay gratification. He can go for hours if he chooses, building you up and denying himself release just to watch you unravel. He can also go multiple rounds but just know that by the 3rd or 4th round he's much slower and more intense, it's like he isn’t chasing his climax but savoring the moment. Little headcannon here but I like to think that he’s the kind who stays hard even after he finishes, especially if you’re not done. Be prepared for more rounds :)

T = Toys

Not really. He prefers using his hands, mouth, or maybe kido for stimulation. I can see him using restraints but really why use a toy when he can provide 10x better than the toy. 

U =Unfair

He's pretty cruel. And a HUGE tease

He touches you more than he would ever let you touch him- He’ll drag his fingers down your body, tease you with kisses, and murmur in your ear how good you’re being. But the moment you reach for him? He gently grabs your wrist and pins it down.

TEASE- you're right on the edge,shaking, gasping, desperate then out of nowhere he just stops. His favorite moment? When your thighs tremble and your voice breaks with, “Please.”. And if you were to want more you're gonna have to ask for it properly-not just a whimper. Not just a glance. You have to say it. 

V = Volume

Aizen is quiet. Low breaths, a rare growl, your name whispered in reverence. His words carry weight: every syllable is chosen to unravel you. His breathing is controlled, its all measured inhales, steady sighs, faint hums of approval.

What really makes him vocal- moaning his name like it's the only word in your vocabulary, clenching around him mid-orgasm, when you look up at him, messy and wrecked, and smile like you know you’ve gotten under his skin. That’s when the voice cracks, the pace stutters, and you hear a raw, unfiltered groan that sounds completely unlike him.

“Tch—... You’ve really done it now.”

Now the louder he gets, the more likely he is to let out a ragged whisper of your name in your ear, let out a broken groan at climax, with one hand gripping the sheets or your wrist tighter than usual. 

W = Wild Card

I like to think he's really into mirror play because mirror play forces you into complete awareness of your submission. He will be able to see the way your face changes, the way your body arches under him and the huge contrast between your desperation and his composure. What he truly wants to achieve with this is to  make you see who you are when you’re his.

“Don’t close your eyes. I want you to see what I turn you into.”

X = X-Ray (What’s he packing?)

About 7.5 to 8 inches, thick and well-proportioned. Always warm, always pulsing with restrained power. When hard, it curves slightly upward, perfect for deep, angled thrusts.

Y = Yearning

He rarely shows it, but when he wants you, his intensity is palpable.

Aizen watches you when you’re not looking-how you smile when someone else speaks, the way your fingers brush your cup, the curve of your back when you lean forward. His gaze is deadly, hungry and restrained. 

He will find excuses to be near you by brushing up against you, offering help when he knows you don’t really need it, He never initiates unless he’s sure you’ll accept. Because Aizen doesn’t handle rejection—he rewrites outcomes. ✨

Z = Zzz (Sleep)

After sex, he stays awake just a little longer watching you, brushing a strand of hair off your forehead. He lies beside you, arm behind his head or resting on your lower back. He watches your chest rise and fall. He listens to your heartbeat calmly. 

He doesn’t really talk much after sex he's mostly touching or caressing you. A hand trailing down your spine. Stuff like that. He doesn’t sleep easily, but if he does drift off, it’s only after he’s certain you’re safe. And when he finally sleeps, it's with an arm around your waist and your back against his chest.

A/n: welp ITS DONEE hope you enjoyed this as much as i've enjoyed writing this. It was pretty fun writing this while listening to bad desire (with or without you) by enhypen 

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Back and thriving, exams over so I'm back to taking requests and finishing drafts 🙃

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Behind The Manors Walls

Sebastian Michaelis x maid!reader (nsfw)

Wc: 1.4k

Tw: NSFW 18+, butler/maid dynamic, obsession, guilt, voyeurism (mild), demons, contract, emotional entanglement

Summary: What begins as a single night of solace spirals into a dangerous, intoxicating affair. In stolen moments and hidden rooms, the reader and Sebastian blur the lines between duty and desire, power and surrender. But love—if it can even exist between human and devil—comes with a cost. And when secrets bleed into the open, even a demon must choose: loyalty to his contract, or the woman who’s quietly stolen a piece of his cold, eternal soul.

A/n: My first black butler fic here!! Might be a bit ooc for Sebastian. I've always loved Black butler, and there's way too little fanfics out there 😩😩

The rain hammered against the tall windows of the manor, each crack of thunder rattling the glass like a warning. The rest of the household had long since gone to bed, but your nerves were on edge. A failed mission. A close call. One of the first times you’d let your guard down in years, and it had nearly cost Ciel his life.

You sat alone in the dimly lit laundry room, wringing your hands, glasses set aside and hair tied back sloppily. The storm outside seemed mild compared to the one brewing in your head.

“You should be resting, y/n,” came a voice—smooth, velvety, and inescapably close.

You flinched. “M-Mister Sebastian... I didn’t hear ya come in.”

“You were distracted,” he murmured, stepping closer, his crimson eyes flicking to your trembling fingers. “Unusual for you.”

“I messed up…” Your voice cracked. “I let him down.”

A pause, filled only by the distant boom of thunder. Sebastian knelt in front of you, his gloved fingers gently prying your hands apart.

“You are human. You bleed. You err. That doesn’t make you weak.”

Your breath caught as he lifted one hand and pressed his lips softly to your knuckles—a strangely intimate gesture. Your face flared hot. You didn’t understand it. Why he was being gentle. Why he hadn’t scolded you. Why his eyes looked... hungry, yet tender.

“You protected him with your life,” he whispered. “I saw that. So I’ll reward your devotion… in my own way.”

You gasped as he leaned in, his mouth grazing the shell of your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. His gloves fell away with practiced ease, and before you could speak, he claimed your lips—not roughly, but possessively. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as he pushed you back against the cold washer.

The kiss deepened, his tongue teasing yours until you whimpered. You’d never seen Sebastian lose his composure, not even now—but there was something unmistakably carnal in the way his hands roamed your body, lifting you onto the machine with ease.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against your throat.

But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

“D-don’t stop,” you whispered, barely able to breathe.

Clothes became a blur—cast aside with quiet urgency. His touch was both reverent and devastating, mapping every inch of you as though memorizing you for eternity. And when he finally sank into you, it wasn’t rushed or mechanical. It was slow. Deliberate. Deep. Like he wanted you to feel everything.

You clung to him, nails raking down his back, legs tightening around his waist. You moaned his name—softer than the thunder, but far more powerful in its impact.

And for once, the ever-perfect butler lost himself in the chaos of human emotion, taking comfort in another’s heat—if only for a night.

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The storm hadn’t woken him. It was the sounds—the muffled, rhythmic thudding echoing faintly through the manor halls. At first, Ciel had assumed it was just the wind shaking the walls. But then he heard it again. Something else. Something too human. A stifled moan. A choked breath.

His brows furrowed. Clutching his robe tighter around him, he slipped out of bed and padded barefoot down the hallway, cane tapping lightly with each step. The sounds were coming from the direction of the laundry room.

As he reached the door, he paused. Another soft cry slipped through the wood—your voice.

“Mmm… S-Sebastian…”

Ciel froze.

His entire body stiffened as realization washed over him like a bucket of ice water.

“…You have got to be kidding me,” he muttered under his breath.

He reached for the doorknob, hesitated, then swung it open.

The scene hit him all at once—you perched on the washer, flushed and bare, limbs trembling around Sebastian, who stood between your legs with his shirt half-unbuttoned and his expression… calmly unrepentant.

Ciel stood in the doorway, a twitch in his eye and his hand clenched tightly around his cane.

“Oh,” Sebastian said smoothly, his voice as polite as if he'd been caught organizing the silverware. “Good evening, Young Master. Is something the matter?”

“Is something the—?” Ciel’s voice pitched up before he dragged his palm down his face. “You’re literally inside one of the maids, Sebastian!”

You squeaked in horror, frantically trying to cover yourself as you practically fell off the washer. “M-my lord!! I—this isn’t—!!”

Ciel didn’t even look at you—his glare was locked on the butler.

“You couldn’t wait until morning? Or literally anywhere else in the entire manor that wasn’t directly under my bedroom?!”

Sebastian tilted his head. “I hadn’t anticipated you’d be disturbed, my lord. Shall I prepare you tea to help you return to sleep?”

“Absolutely not!!” Ciel barked. “I want this cleaned, sanitized, and I never want to hear another sound like that again in my home. Do I make myself clear?”

You looked like you wanted to vanish into the floor. Sebastian simply bowed, utterly unashamed.

“Crystal, my lord.”

Ciel huffed, turned on his heel, and stormed off muttering something about “demons being ridiculous” and “maids with no sense of professionalism.”

Behind the door, Sebastian turned back to you, who were still hiding your face with both hands.

“…Well,” he said with a faint smirk, “that was unfortunate timing.”

“Unfortunate?!” you groaned. “I’m going to die. Actually die.”

He chuckled softly, brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers. “You still look beautiful when you’re embarrassed.”

You smacked his chest—half-heartedly. “Stop it… You’re going to get me fired…”

“And yet,” he murmured, gently pressing you back again, “you haven’t told me to stop.”

Later that night, you lay curled beneath the covers of your small room, eyes wide open, heart still galloping from the chaos. Sebastian had kissed you again before slipping out with that maddening smirk, leaving you dazed, flushed, and terrified you'd get called into Ciel’s study by morning.

Sleep did not come easily.

But the summons never came.

Instead, the next morning, you awoke to find a note tucked neatly beneath your pillow, written in elegant, flowing script:

> “You were exquisite. Meet me in the garden tonight. Midnight. —S.”

You clutched the letter to your chest, unsure if your face was on fire from embarrassment or anticipation.

---

That night, the manor was silent once again. You slipped into the garden in a simple shawl and your uniform, not sure what you expected. A scolding? A joke? A farewell?

But Sebastian was waiting—beneath the moonlight, poised and perfect, a single red rose in hand.

“Punctual as always,” he said, eyes flicking to your lips, your neck, then back up. “I admire that in a woman.”

You swallowed hard. “Is this... going to get me fired?”

He chuckled. “Only if you request a letter of recommendation.”

You stared at him.

“Which I will, of course, write myself. Glowing.”

“Sebastian…”

He closed the space between you in a breath. His hand cupped your jaw gently, thumb brushing your cheek. “You’re loyal, brave, capable—and far too hard on yourself. What happened the other night was not a mistake.”

“But it was reckless,” you whispered. “We could’ve been caught again. Ciel—”

“Is asleep this time,” he interrupted smoothly. “I checked.”

You couldn’t help it—you let out a soft laugh, burying your face in his chest. He smelled like spices and the faintest trace of ash. It was intoxicating.

“I still don’t get why you want me,” you mumbled. “You could have anyone.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you properly, crimson eyes serious for once.

“You are the only one who fights tooth and nail for that boy. Who stays up late sharpening blades you never get credit for. Who wears herself thin to protect a manor that doesn’t even notice when you skip meals. I notice. I always have.”

You blinked up at him, throat tight.

“And besides,” he added with a devilish smile, “you blush so beautifully. It’s hard to resist.”

He kissed you again, slower this time. Less urgent. It was like he had all the time in the world. Like he wanted to savor every second.

That night, under moonlight and roses, he made love to you in the soft grass—no frantic urgency, no desperate fumbling. Just quiet touches and whispered names and the occasional smug murmur of, “Yes, just like that, y/n…”

You didn’t know what it meant. What he was to you. Or what you were to him.

But you knew one thing for sure:

You never wanted to feel anyone else’s hands on your skin again.

A/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for ages now so I'm glad I can get this out 😩😩

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Chinese Takeaway Forgotton

Narancia Ghirga

Happy Birthday

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ENJIN

More Than Just A Night

Zanka Nijiku

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Aizen Sosuke

Morning Temptation

I would've preferred you called for me

When he's needy for you

A love that never was

How Aizen Sosuke would act towards his significant other/lover headcannons

NSFW Alphabet: Aizen Sosuke

Hirako Shinji

How Hirako Shinji would act towards his significant other/lover headcannons

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I'm currently gonna rework my blog and masterlist so it comes out pretty neat because I really want to explore multiple fandoms 🙂‍↕️

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Morning Temptation

Aizen Sosuke x fem!Reader (NSFW)

Tw: NSFW 18+, power/impact play, choking, overstimulation, mildly possessively language

Summary: Waking in the early morning light tangled in Aizen Sōsuke’s arms, a peaceful moment quickly melts into something far more heated. What begins as gentle touches and half-asleep teasing soon turns into an indulgent, sensual power play as Aizen takes full advantage of the quiet hours—claiming his lover slowly, deeply, and without restraint. In his bed, dominance is an art—and you're his favourite canvas.

A/n: I'm really gonna push out as much as I can cuz I got exams next week 😭😭 but I hope you guys enjoyed this. Also if you guys know some tips to perfect structured writing could yall please advise me i need some help fr. 🖐😩🤚

The first thing you felt that morning was warmth.

Not just the lingering heat of the blankets cocooning your body, but the firmer, slower-burning kind pressed against your back—Aizen’s chest rising and falling in rhythm with yours. His arm was draped loosely around your waist, hand resting just beneath your navel, fingers splayed with absentminded tenderness. He always held you like this after a long night—protective, possessive in his quiet way.

You could feel his breath tickle your ear, soft and deep in sleep. Or so you thought.

Then you shifted just slightly.

And you felt it.

Hard and deliberate, his hips rolled forward, slow and controlled against your backside. The bulge of his cock pressed hot and thick through his robe and your panties, and the hum in your throat escaped before you could stop it.

“I thought you were asleep,” you whispered.

Aizen didn’t answer immediately. His nose brushed your shoulder, his lips ghosting your skin as he murmured, “You move like that and expect me to sleep through it?”

You smiled sleepily, but it twisted into a moan as he rocked his hips again, this time purposeful. His hand slid up to cup your breast beneath your camisole, thumb lazily circling your nipple until it hardened beneath his touch.

“Still too early,” you whispered, voice already breathless.

“Then don’t speak,” he said, voice velvety and low. “Just feel.”

His fingers slipped beneath your panties, teasing along the seam of your folds, stroking you with slow, precise motions that made your thighs press together instinctively. But there was nowhere to hide—not with him pressed flush behind you, trapping you in his arms.

You arched slightly when he found your clit, brushing over it with cruel patience, barely dipping inside you just to tease. Your hips rolled back on instinct, seeking more, and he gave you what you wanted—sliding two fingers inside you with a deep groan against your neck.

“Already so wet,” he murmured. “You wanted to wake up like this.”

You whimpered when he pulled away, only to hook his fingers under your panties and drag them down your legs, slow and smooth, not breaking contact with your skin. Then, without another word, you felt him pull aside his robe and position himself behind you.

One slow, thick thrust—he slid inside you in one deliberate motion, stretching you open inch by aching inch. Your back arched against him, a broken moan catching in your throat as he bottomed out with a groan.

“Stay quiet,” he whispered, teasing. “Or I’ll stop.”

You clenched around him in response, and he chuckled darkly.

“Brat.”

Then he started to move—long, lazy thrusts that had your toes curling beneath the sheets. His hand found your throat, not tight, just resting there, a subtle reminder of his dominance. You felt surrounded, consumed—by his body, his breath, the way his voice dropped when he whispered filth into your ear.

“You feel so good in the morning,” he growled. “Hot, tight, desperate. I could stay like this all day.”

Your body quivered, one hand fisting the sheets, the other reaching back to cling to his thigh. He shifted the angle, hitting that spot deep inside you, over and over, until you were gasping into the pillow, your body trembling with each slow grind.

“Come for me,” he murmured against your neck. “Let me feel you.”

And you did.

Your orgasm hit in waves, legs shaking, mouth falling open in a silent cry. He followed just after, teeth at your shoulder as he came inside you with a low, drawn-out groan, hips stuttering.

He stayed inside you as you both caught your breath, his fingers brushing the sweat-damp hair from your cheek.

“I take it you’re awake now?” he asked with a smirk.

You turned your head, barely able to speak. “Barely.”

He kissed your temple.

“Good. Because I’m not done.”

You barely had time to recover. No sooner had your breathing leveled out than Aizen was already moving again.

He sat up behind you, his hand sliding over your thigh as he whispered into your ear, “Come. Let me clean you up.”

It would’ve sounded gentle if not for the edge of hunger still laced in his voice.

The warm morning air gave way to the cool tiles of the bathroom as he guided you into the shower. The water began to fall in a soft cascade, steam rising around you both. You let your eyes drift shut, letting the spray soothe your flushed skin—until you felt his hands again.

His palms smoothed over your waist, sliding up the sides of your breasts, fingers slipping beneath your camisole to finally peel it off and drop it to the floor. His lips found the curve of your shoulder, slow and reverent, but you could feel the hard press of him against your lower back already—aroused again, barely softened after the first round.

You turned to face him, eyes lidded. “Didn’t you say you were going to clean me?”

“I am,” he said smoothly, reaching for the soap. But instead of starting with your back or shoulders, he lathered it slowly in his hands and then ran his fingers between your thighs.

You gasped, grabbing his arms for balance as his soapy fingers slid between your folds, gentle at first, then more deliberate. His eyes followed your reactions closely—half-lidded, dark with restrained desire.

“You’re still dripping with me,” he murmured, almost admiringly, his fingers trailing up to your clit in lazy circles. “I could spend all morning just watching you come apart again.”

You whimpered, hips jerking as he teased you, water cascading down your breasts, your skin slick and hot beneath his touch.

Then he dropped to his knees in front of you.

Your breath caught.

Without a word, he pressed his mouth to your soaked core, his tongue immediately parting you, licking away every trace of your release from earlier. He moaned softly against you, tongue working in slow, sinfully precise strokes that made your knees buckle.

You grabbed his shoulders, fingers digging into wet skin, trying to stay upright as he devoured you with maddening control—alternating between flicking your clit and dipping into you with just enough pressure to leave you breathless.

Your moans echoed off the tile, drowned only by the sound of rushing water and the wet suck of his mouth between your legs.

“Sōsuke—” you gasped, legs trembling.

He pulled back just enough to murmur, “Come for me again. Now.”

And with one more swirl of his tongue and the press of two fingers inside you, you did—hard and fast, your thighs clenching around his face as you sobbed his name.

But he wasn’t done.

Before you could recover, he stood, lifting you effortlessly by your thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck, locking your legs around his waist just as he pushed you back against the slick wall and thrust into you in one powerful motion.

You cried out—already overstimulated, already too full—but the burn of it only made the pleasure sharper.

Aizen’s mouth found yours in a deep, claiming kiss, his hips snapping into you over and over, water beading on his back, his hands gripping your ass to keep you pinned.

“This,” he growled between kisses, “is what I wake up craving.”

You clenched around him again, moaning into his mouth. “Harder...”

He obeyed.

Each thrust slammed you against the wall, and you welcomed it, nails dragging down his back, chasing that dizzying high again. His name fell from your lips in a litany of broken sounds.

When you came again—your third, your body shaking with it—he held you through it, fucking you through the aftershocks until he growled into your neck, spilling deep inside you with a final thrust.

Your legs nearly gave out when he lowered you back to the floor, and he steadied you with a smirk, brushing wet strands of hair from your face.

“I think that qualifies as clean, don’t you?”

You gave him a breathless laugh. “You are insatiable.”

He kissed your forehead with mock innocence. “Only for you.”

A/n: I had fun writing this, and once again, if you guys have tips for structured writing, please let me know

[bucciaratizippers]

More Than Just A Night

Enjin x fem!reader

Tw: slight nsfw, drinking, intoxicating, one night stands

Summary: Enjin never cared for more than a night — the thrill of the chase, the heat of the moment, and the comfort of forgetting. But when a quiet, sharp-eyed woman challenges his charm and sees past the bravado, one evening turns into something he can’t shake. For the first time, a hookup feels real. Stumbling through unfamiliar feelings and the chaos of his life with the Cleaners, Enjin finds himself haunted by her touch, her gaze, and the way she didn’t try to fix him — just stayed. But in a world that doesn't slow down, can someone like him learn what it means to want more?

A/n: I just caught up to the gachiakuta manga, and I am OBSESSED. Also, I'm back from my short break due to it being Easter.

The club pulsed with music and sweat, strobing lights cutting through the haze like a heartbeat. Enjin leaned against the bar, nursing a drink he didn’t care about, watching the crowd like a predator half-interested in the hunt. He wasn’t here for love. He never was. Women came and went — pretty faces, easy laughs, the temporary warmth of skin under his hands. It was all just noise.

Until he saw you.

You weren’t even trying. Not like the others who clung to the bar or danced like they were on display. You sat at a side table with your drink, eyes sharp, lips curled slightly like you were in on some joke no one else got. Maybe it was the boredom in your stare. Maybe it was the way you met his gaze — unflinching, curious, unimpressed.

That alone made his lips twitch.

He strolled over, smooth as ever, cocky grin locked in place. “You always look this bored in a place like this? Or is it just because I haven’t sat down yet?”

You didn’t smile. Not really. Just raised a brow and gestured to the empty seat beside you. “You always start with that line?”

He chuckled low in his throat, the sound rough and warm. “Only when it works.”

The night twisted around the two of you — drinks, teasing, tension curling slow and hot. And when your hand brushed his thigh under the table, when your voice dropped to a murmur laced with invitation, he followed without hesitation.

But it was different in the dim light of your apartment.

You didn’t undress him. You didn’t fall into bed desperate. You watched him. Touched him like you meant it. Like you wanted him — not the mask, not the swagger — him.

The air was thick as your mouth brushed his, slow and questioning, giving him the chance to pull back. He didn’t.

His hands were on your hips, gripping hard, guiding you onto his lap as he sat back against your couch. You rolled your hips against him, dragging a rough sound from his throat. You felt real. Your weight, your heat, the way your lips parted when he sucked at your neck — it grounded him. Stirred something low in his gut that wasn’t just lust.

“You always like this?” you asked against his skin. “All charm, no heart?”

He should’ve laughed. Should’ve said something smart.

Instead, he slid his hands under your shirt, palms flat against your bare back. “No,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “You’re the first one that made me think twice.”

The sex was slow — not the kind he was used to. You rode him with your hands braced on his chest, your eyes locked on his the entire time. It wasn’t just fucking. It was seeing him.

And when he came, groaning your name against your throat, it wasn’t just release — it was unraveling.

Afterward, you curled beside him on the couch, your breath steady, your fingers tracing the curve of his jaw. He didn’t want to leave. For once, the idea of slipping away into the night felt…wrong.

He stared at the ceiling, chest still rising hard with each breath, and muttered, “What the hell did you just do to me?”

You smiled this time — soft, knowing. “Maybe you’re finally ready to feel something.”

And damn it, maybe you were right.

—--

Enjin never stayed.

But there he was, bare-chested in your sheets, the late morning sun creeping through the blinds, casting lines of gold across your skin. You were still asleep, face relaxed, breathing even — and somehow that made it worse. He didn’t know why his chest felt tight. He should’ve snuck out hours ago. Hell, he wanted to.

But he didn’t move.

Your room smelled like you — warm, sweet, and just a little dangerous. And every time your leg brushed his, he remembered the way you’d looked last night, riding him with that deliberate rhythm, like you meant every second of it.

He dragged a hand through his hair with a muttered curse. What the hell was wrong with him?

This wasn’t him. He didn’t get soft. Didn’t get attached.

But something about you had peeled back a layer he didn’t know was there — one that hadn’t seen daylight in years.

He finally slipped out of bed when your breathing deepened again. Quiet. Careful. Cowardly.

---

The Cleaners base was loud as always — shouting, bickering, boots hitting metal floors. But the moment Enjin stepped in, something felt off.

“Oi, look who finally remembered he works here,” someone muttered. Laughter followed, but it barely registered.

Enjin grunted and kept walking, ignoring the sting of familiarity. He usually thrived here — the chaos, the danger, the thrill of missions and flirtations. But today, it grated.

Zanka spotted him near the gear lockers and raised a brow. “You look like shit. Get dragged out of bed by someone for once?”

Enjin smirked, but it lacked bite. “You could say that.”

Zanka blinked. “Wait… you didn’t ditch?”

Enjin shrugged, lighting a cigarette with a flick. “Didn’t feel right.”

Zanka stared, actually stunned into silence. “No way. You liked her.”

He didn’t deny it.

Didn’t want to.

Because when he thought about you — how you looked at him like you knew him, how you didn’t flinch from the mess underneath — his stomach turned in that strange, unfamiliar way again.

“…Shit,” he muttered under his breath, exhaling smoke. “I think I’m screwed.”

A/n: I've got some bleach asks in my drafts and also some personal fics, so don't you just worry yet. Also, uploads might be slow due to exams 😭

[bucciaratizippers]

IM BACK AND READY TO WRITE AGAIN BUT UGHH DOES ENJIN LOOK STUNNING 😩😩😩

Absolutely stunning

[bucciaratizippers]

───kissing while climaxing

his lips doesn't leave yours—not even for a second. every thrust is met with a desperate, open-mouthed, spit-filled kiss. "fuck, baby��" his voice is rough, breaking between the slick sounds of him driving into you. his grip is tight at the back of your neck, holding you in place, forcing you to take his gasping moans against your lips. "you feel so good, so fucking tight—"

his tongue slides against yours, sloppy, needy, like he’s trying to swallow every sound you make. he’s close, and you can tell— by the way his hips stutter and how his groans turn more broken.

"kiss me, baby please—" he demands, almost a whimper, catching your bottom lip between his teeth. "keep kissing me—don’t fuckin’ stop—"

his body tenses, shudders, and then he breaks, moaning straight into your mouth as he spills inside you, hips jerking, fingers digging into your skin. he groans against your lips, deep and wrecked, his cock twitching with every pulse of his release.

even as his body trembles and continues to gasp through the aftershocks, he doesn’t stop kissing you. slower now, sloppier, like he’s still drunk on the feeling and needs your mouth to keep him grounded.

"fuck," he breathes, pressing one last, lazy kiss against your lips, completely spent. "you’re fucking perfect."

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[bucciaratizippers]

I've waited YEARS for this and now I can finally see my favourite part get adapted 🥹🥹

[bucciaratizippers]

THIS RIGHT HERE 🖐🙂‍↕️🤚

Do y'all ever read a fic so good that it makes you want to elevate your own craft and also befriend the writer? It's almost like, "Hi! You write so well that you've inspired me to embark on a creative training arc. Also, can I yell about the character in your dms because you get it?"

[bucciaratizippers]

I would've preferred you called for me

!DomAizen x !femReader

Tw: NSFW, fingering, male-dominance, masterbation(female) masturbation(male), dirty talk, caught in the act 🤭

Summary: You decide after a long hectic day to unwind and release some pent-up stress. Little did you know it won't be just stressed that you would be releasing

A/n: I had a little too much fun writing this. I'm not used to writing long smut but over time, I will be. Have fun. I've left a little surprise at the end

The air in the quiet estate was still, save for the faint creak of a floorboard beneath Aizen’s feet as he rounded the corridor toward your quarters. You’d thought he was deep in meetings, preoccupied with captains and matters of power. But Sōsuke had a tendency to arrive where you least expected him. And today... he would find you like this.

The door was cracked open, just enough for him to see the slow arch of your back, your robes bunched around your waist, one hand buried between your thighs while the other clutched the sheets.

He stilled.

His gaze was unblinking, sharp, lips slightly parted but not in surprise, rather in calculating indulgence.

And then—

“Hn. That’s quite the sight.”

Your body jolted, eyes snapping toward the door, heart slamming in your chest. What was he doing here? He was the last person you expected to be there.

“S-Sōsuke!”

But he was already stepping inside. Calm. Silent. The door clicked shut behind him, trapping you in that dangerous quiet only he could command.

“You could’ve called for me,” he murmured, slipping his haori off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. “But instead, I find you, touching what’s mine all alone, and desperate.”

Your breath caught as he moved toward the bed. You tried to pull your robes back up, flustered, but his hand caught your wrist—firm and unyielding.

“No. Do not hide from me.”

Aizen’s eyes raked over your flushed skin, the glisten between your thighs, the trembling of your fingers. His intense sharp gaze made your body quickly heat up. He smiled like a slow, predatory thing.

“Keep going. Let me see what I interrupted.”

His voice alone sent another pulse of heat through you. But your fingers were clumsy under his gaze now, struggling to mimic the rhythm you’d had before. And ofcourse he wouldn't let that go unnoticed.

“Tsk. You’re already falling apart.”

He climbed onto the bed behind you, his chest pressed to your back, one hand snaking around to cup your breast while the other replaced your fingers—slow, deep strokes that made you keen, made you knees buckle.

“Did you imagine it was my hand?” he whispered against your neck. “Or my mouth?” His lips slowly wander towards your neck, his hot breath against it. “Or was it perhaps something else?”

His fingers curled just right, dragging slick sounds from your core as his palm pressed cruelly against your clit.

“I should make you finish like this. Let you fall apart on my hand and then leave you aching for more.”

But you whimpered his name—“Sōsuke, please…”—and that broke something in him.

Whether he liked it or not he does have his masculine urges.

Suddenly, he was lifting you, flipping you beneath him as your robes were shoved aside, lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss. His cock pressed against your entrance, hot and thick, and he didn’t ask permission—he never did. He slid in slowly, making you feel every inch until your legs trembled around him.

“So wet already,” he muttered darkly, thrusting in with a force that knocked the breath from your lungs. “Is this what you needed? Or just an excuse to be filled by me?”

His pace was punishing and controlled. It was deliberate torture. His thumb never stopped circling your clit while his mouth dragged kisses along your jaw, biting down gently whenever your moans grew too loud.

“Say it,” he demanded through gritted teeth. “Tell me who you were thinking of.”

“You—! Only you, Sōsuke!”

That earned a deep growl from him, one you rarely heard. He leaned down, forehead against yours, eyes locked with yours as his pace deepened, not faster—just more intense, rolling into you until your body convulsed beneath him.

You shattered around him, back arching, voice breaking into soft sobs of pleasure. Aizen groaned low in his throat, releasing deep inside you, staying buried as his breath came in slow, heavy waves.

But he didn’t pull out.

Instead, he kissed your throat, tracing lazy circles on your thigh with his fingertips.

“Next time,” he murmured, voice slick with satisfaction, “don’t be impatient. Let me take care of you properly.”

And from the way he was already hardening again inside you, you knew he wasn’t done.

BONUS

You weren’t expecting him to be in his room so late, well especially not like this. The door had only cracked open an inch when you saw him.

Sōsuke Aizen, lounging on the edge of the futon, hair slightly mussed, shirt parted halfway down his chest, his hakama loosened just enough for his hand to wrap slowly around his length.

He didn’t startle. He didn’t flinch.

Instead, his gaze slid toward you with a knowing sharpness that made your breath catch.

“I didn’t expect company,” he said smoothly, his tone a perfect blend of silk and steel. “But I’m not complaining.”

Your name fell from his lips like a command as he leaned back against one hand, thighs slightly parted, strokes slow and purposeful. He was already hard—and not just that, he was deliberately putting on a show.

“You were taking too long,” he murmured. “So I thought I’d relieve myself, that is unless you’d prefer to do it for me.”

His voice alone made your knees weaken.

You moved before thinking, stepping inside as the door slid shut behind you. The air felt thick, tense with need. Aizen watched you like a hawk, his hand never stopping, his smirk deepening with every breath you took.

“On your knees,” he said softly. “Let me see what that pretty mouth of yours can do when I’m not around to beg for it.”

You knelt before him, and he leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“That’s better.”

He guided you to him, not forceful, but with an undeniable dominance, his fingers tangled in your hair, his voice low and reverent in your ear.

“Make it messy. Let me hear you.”

And when you did, when you gave him everything, his composure cracked just enough for you to hear it: a deep, quiet groan as your name escaped his throat like a prayer.

But he didn’t let you finish the job. Not yet. He pulled you up, lifted you onto his lap like you weighed nothing, his hands sliding up your thighs with excruciating slowness.

“You thought I was needy?” he whispered, lips brushing your neck. “Let me show you what real need looks like.”

And then he kissed you, deep, consuming, dominant before laying you down, untying your robes with practiced ease, his voice dark against your skin.

“You’re mine tonight. I’ll make sure you never forget who you belong to.”

A/n: Yess it's done. I learnt the hard way not to edit on tumblr cuz either it doesn't saves or I lose progress and have to start all over again. Hope you enjoyed and as always I love the nice feedback I'm getting it's really motivating 🤭