c-moon20-12

[c-moon20-12]

Bookworm vs. Boyfriend (Renji Abarai x Reader) NSFW‼️ 18+

AN: After being so busy (still busy tho) and having a writers block for weeks to finish this fic for November, I finally finished it. All thanks for being spoiled by Renji in last weeks episode! 😭❤️ but also two other people(Kenny and Kisuke) lol. And yes, I almost fell of my bed writing this. Anyway, thank you for being so patient with me and can we all agree that Renji is absolutely uh-mazing?!😮‍💨

Synopsis: the title says it all. 🫠 but who’s gonna win? 🏆

WARNING: never underestimate a spicy pineapple headed man, clingy boyfriend, oral f.receiving, squirting, humping, smut, no protection, messy and messy because Renji, 18+, GRAMMAR

*Also, the indentation means that it’s the character(s) self monologue.

Take your time reading and enjoy the story!

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The white noise inside the bedroom filled your ears as you took each word and filled it in your mind. As you half laid down in your shared bed, your orbs retained each sentence as you grasped the words, fully aware of the situation in the chapter you were reading. It was getting better and better as you read through each sentence, carefully and slowly. You fingers slipped into the next page, sliding down the thin piece of paper as you relished the last sentence before preparing yourself for what’s to come to the worried character. The dark hue of the bedroom created such an interesting ambiance that you felt compelled to put yourself in the main character’s shoes. All thanks to your little lamp you bought from the thrift store a couple weeks ago. It created such an interesting vibe while you feasted your eyes on the plot that started deepening.

Click.

The sound of the door knob piqued your ears as you read, carefully turning to unlock the door hinge. You already knew who it was before the door creaked open. But, you remained seated with your knee resting up. A drawled sigh escaped from the redhead’s mouth, along with his feet tiredly dragging its way into the room. He took note of your presence as he threw his furry hat on the dresser. Then, he removed his black shihakusho, revealing his ripped, tattooed body from the chest down. Clearly, you were missing out on the most beautiful…thing in the room. But, your focus was still on the book and not the person who just came home from a mission.

“Hey babe.” He said, as he changed into his lounge pants.

“…”. No answer.

Renji looked up at your form with a raised eyebrow as he tied the drawstring of his pants. His sharp brown orbs slowly glowered over to your form, watching your dainty fingers gently flip over to the next page, without a word of acknowledgment. He sighed again and walked towards the shared bed. He crawled onto the soft surface from the end of the bed as you were in deep focus on the story. Once he made it to your side, his curiosity never waned.

Why isn’t she acknowledging me? Doesn’t she know I’m right here?

He looked at the long boring texts and up at you. He did it again with some sense of…concern. Because he is literally lying down right here and you’re not even acknowledging the fact. It went on for a while. Maybe five minutes until he finally got to it out of his chest to say, “Are you gonna read the whole thing in one sitting or are you gonna cuddle with your tired boyfriend?”

Your head tilted to the next side of the page. Is she mad at me or something? His brows furrowed slightly in thought. He knows you’re a hardcore bookworm but right now, he wants your attention to him. His big hand caressed your tummy under your strap top lovingly to get your attention. It felt warm and comfy as he did. After a few minutes, He switched to planting slow soft kisses on your neck while he stroked your soft belly. but you remained silent as a rock and turned the page. The sound of the page flipping irritated him a bit, making him pout.

“Babe-“

“Ren. I’m trying to read.” You said half loudly, without batting an eye at him.

His eyes widened from the sudden retort and his brows furrowed deeper.

“Well let’s see who’s going to win this one.” He mumbled like a child, sitting upright on the bed. You heard his remark and paid no mind; the story was getting more interesting every second. The bed shifted from his movements as you read but your eyes remained locked in the book. He smirked as he was now laying on the end of the bed, leaning over to see your legs that were sitting up like a picket fence.

He then hooked your left leg onto his right shoulder and began planting soft kisses on the side of your knee, down to your thigh and all the way down to his corner of his prize, slowly. You paid no mind to him since he’s such a clingy man. He eyes the cute ruffled fabric of your shorts as he got closer, stretching his neck to see what hid behind it. He kissed the very deep valley of your inner thigh and brought his thumb up to stroke the soft material against the calloused pad. The light tingly sensation travelled through your body while he was caressed your covered slit in soft, slow circles. Your clit pulsated at the feathery sensations due the softness of his gentle strokes. He stared at his task with deep focus, his mouth gradually watering as he did before going back to kissing your soft skin.

Mm…

It felt so nice and prickly as you read the last paragraph. The light pressure of his pad was directly on your clit as he brushed it. You could literally squirt if it goes on like this for a few more minutes. But, that would only make him feel cocky. He leaned back, his eyes flickering up to see you, but that damn book was covering your face.

He sighed. Alright then~…

His fingers treaded inside of your shorts and gently pulled the fabric to the side, making sure it fully crossed over to your right ass cheek from underneath, fully revealing your plush puffy pussy. He bit his bottom lip as he admired the puffy lips and the tiny bud hiding in between. He leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on the warm blanket of your soft lips. He heeded the gentle wet pops of his lips as he did and slowly rubbed his nose against it, gently.

Side to side, your folds were slowly opening up from his task. It felt so warm with a good amount of pressure when he started circling the tip around, opening you up more like a flower. Your eyes quickly widened when the tip of his nose bumped your clit, making it pulsate. It went on for a few minutes until he felt a bit of your slickness on his nose. You managed to remain focused on reading the whole paragraph and switched to the other side of the page as if he wasn’t there even; although your heart was beating heavily slow from the…prickly sensations.

“She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right ord-“

Your thought process froze and your mouth was opened slightly by the feeling of a hot muscle dipping into your puffy folds. You stared at the last word in the same sentence as it worked its way up to your clit with good pressure, ultimately pulsating under his tongue like shocks. He felt the immediate reaction and began slowly flicking the sensitive bud in extremely slow circles with his eyes closed. Your cunt clenched in tightly as he did, pulsating even more against the warm occupied muscle. He licked your plush flesh slowly, heeding the slow wet strokes filling his ears.

your breaths came out very slowly as he took his sweet time grazing your soft pussy. your body felt so feathery and light. It felt so good — just laying in bed getting eaten up by your boyfriend while you read your book. What a dream. It did make you feel putty. And he knew that. He switched and tilted his head to lick your slit side to side. From your cunt and up to your clit in this new angle. He felt the way the heel of your foot was subtly digging into his back.

“Mm-“ you accidentally slipped out as you turned the page. Your legs were trembling from his unique edging.

Fuck…

You breathed out heavily in front of the page. The prickly sensations was dancing all over your body as you relished the thick appendage exploring your throbbing pussy at a slow pace. He leaned back to see his work and brought his left hand up to tilt your right leg to the side and then push it up, granting him a wider view of your puffy slick flesh. You felt his warm breath fan it while you held your book up close to your face. His sharp gaze admired your pink flesh in the dim lit room, glistening prettily at him. A smirk painted his face and he leaned forward to it — sticking out his thick tongue to lick your clit softly. You let out a quiet sigh and closed your eyes to the feathery sensations, relishing how good he’s licking it. Slow and steady. Just how you like it. All while clenching painfully at the prickly sensations. “Ahhh...” he sighed as he gently circled your little clit. Your fingers were digging into the poor hard covers of the book while you were trying to breathe discreetly.

You could cum at any given moment.

Your mouth opened slightly, getting watery when he switched to licking your slit up and down, making you rest your trembling hand atop his crimson hair. “Ahhh~” he whispered, shaking his head suddenly to sideways in pure desire.

Oh fuck…

Your dainty fingers slowly cupped the back of his head. your eyes were watery from the intense pleasure. Your eyes kept rolling in the back of your head as you struggled to read. He looked up and noticed your tummy rising and falling heavily in response to his ministrations. He knew you were enjoying it. Even if you didn’t want him to see your face hiding behind that damn book, Your body always said otherwise.

And yet, he had a better idea.

Your body suddenly jolted when He dipped his tongue inside your cunt. Your face grew contorted as he dipped in and out of it. “U-ugh!” You gasped abruptly, digging your fingers into the back of his head roughly. He quickly pushed your right leg down that was trembling to raise itself from the bed, while the other was trembling on his back. He saw the book almost fall on your face. He chuckled and smirked when he felt the sweet squeezes around his tongue.

“Unh~…fffuck…” you breathed out heavily, digging your fingers messily in his hair, ruining his ponytail.

Oh fuck….

Your tummy ached painfully. You were trying to read the words for the tenth time but you kept on failing to grasp the sentence. He pulled it out and switched to swiping your clit. Your heavy breaths filled the air along with your leg dangling on his broad back.

Ooooh goddd~

You gripped his ponytail as he focused on flicking on your soft clit. He heeded the wet flicks as he watched it pulsating rapidly on the tip of his feverish tongue. He felt it all. “Awh~” Your head fell back on the pillow when you felt the hot syrupy feeling beginning to flow all over your body. “Unh!” Your head lifted up from the pillow and your mouth widened when you felt your little bundle of nerves getting hot and overstimulated by his crafty tongue.

Oh fuck…I-I can’t breathe…

Ah~ it feels so good.”

Fuck I’m gonna cum again…fuck.

Ugh! Fuck-

You couldn’t hold it in any more -

“U-ungh!” You hiccuped as spurts of fluids shoots out of your pussy. “Ahhh…” he sighed, shutting his eyes as he still kept licking your hard throbbing clit greedily. “Ah! Unh~!” You were a trembling mess as more shoots out, feeling the prickly sensations moving in violent waves. The grip on the back of his head deepened when you started bucking your hips up to his hot tongue. “Haaa..!” You exhaled heavily following a long hiss. Your pussy was convulsing as you quickly humped his greedy tongue. He followed your pace, his tongue desperately to licking your puffy pussy as you attempt to reach your high again. You pushed his head down to your needy flesh and his soft lips quickly latched onto your sensitive bud. “Ugh!” Your chest heaved heavily. The bed creaked constantly while you humped that amazing mouth of his. Your deep sighs of satisfaction made his cock twitch while he was being manhandled by your dainty hand. His head bobbed in much a lewd fashion as his mouth was glued to your juicy pussy.

his lips started aching, resulting in you slapping your sobbing flesh against his mouth. “Uuuuunh.” The wet slapping sounds filled the air as you did, watching his wet mouth get slapped and smothered by your sweet prurience. “M-mm!” The sight was too good to stop. “Unh..!” A rough shiver shocked you and you pressed your pussy to his mouth roughly, messing up your sloppy pace until you squirted into his needy mouth roughly.

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“Ahhhh~” you sighed softly as your hips were moving lazily around his lovely mouth. “Mmm~” he kissed your juicy pussy and clit loudly as you did. Your fingers brushed his ruined ponytail lovingly to reward him. “Mm.” You hummed as you listened to the sweet sounds of his kissable lips. “Oh baby...yeah…” You whispered out breathlessly. “Ahhh~…” He opened mouthed your sobbing flesh with a wide kiss on it and kissed it more slowly. “Ah~fuck…” you circled your hips like waves.

After a while, He leaned back. He eyed his work and bit his bottom lip. “Wow...” He smirked down at the puffy flesh. “Unh…” You breathed out soft moan when he leaned down to plant a soft kiss on it. “Such a pretty pussy…” he planted another one in pure admiration. He pulled back and noted how beautiful it looked — blooming and hard in his lustful eyes. It dilated when it pulsated in front of him, earning a smirk from him.

“Mm-“ you whimpered, circling your hips when he stroked your folds with fingertip. Your soft gasps and moans filled his ears as he admired your plush flesh. “Wow look at that…” he whispered again, rubbing your clit lazily with his thumb. “Mm-Unh~“ you started to squirt subtly in the midst of his gentle strokes, earning a little chuckle from him. it drizzled down your ass while he caressed it lazily.

“Hmph. Not reading anymore, huh.” He smirked.

It never left his face.

His sharp brown eyes flickered up to you, making you feel warm inside. The bed shifted as he began crawling up to you. Now face level with his toned arms caging you on either side of your head, his warm breaths brushed your face. He admired your flushed face and glassy eyes looking up at his own, shyly. Your fingers reached for his sides and you began caressing it lovingly. A soft groan came from his throat as you did, your feathery fingers slowly sliding up and down against the soft designs of his skin, giving him goosebumps. A sigh escaped his nose and he closed his eyes - to control himself. The soft pads of your fingers slowly stroking his smooth skin was making his girth twitch underneath his pants. Your fingertips moved like they were stroking a harp, ultimately making him lower his hips to yours while it kept twitching for you.

Once his hips were flushed against yours, his lips captured your own in an instant. “Mm-“ your lips wrapped around his as he kissed you with so much affection as such a slow pace. Your head shifted on the pillow to match his thick kisses as you continued brushing his sides. The slow thick sounds of his and your lips rang between you two, making you pulsate. “Mm-“ you moaned when he applied some more of his weight on your pussy, making you raise your legs. “M-mmm~” you drawled in the thick kisses when you started stroking your needy pussy against his covered cock. You hummed at the sensations of your pussy stroking against the imprinted fabric. It sparked a fire inside of you as you stroked it with good control, making your clit pulsate over and over again.

The dim lit room was filled with your soft moans while his lips never left yours. “Unh~” you broke the kiss and planted your hand on his lower back as you circled your hips steadily. “Yeah~” you whispered thickly, switching to rolling your hips up to his. He hid his face in the crook of your neck and crossed his arms above your head when he began bucking his hips down to your plush flesh. “Mmmm~” you sang softly in the air, resting both hands on his lower back to keep him there while your feet were rocking up in the air. Your soft choked breaths from his and yours strokes rang next to his ear as he relished the warmth of your arousal piercing through his pants.

His covered cock was sandwiched in between your folds- right where you want it to be as you rocked your hips up to rub it against your throbbing little clit.

So soft…, you mentally noted.

Feels so soft in my pussy~ …ah~fuck.

“Ahhh~…” you sighed following a hiss. “Mm.” You felt your slippery arousal smothering an over your flesh as you humped him. Your slick slit was throbbing against the soft material, completely feeling his dick stroking your messy flesh. It felt so lewd. Your toes kept clenching in the air, your pussy is all warm and wet against him. The thought just made you even more wetter - just imagining how good he’s going to feel inside of you as you switched to circling your hips up. “Mm~” you emphasized thickly, feeling his lips form a smirk on your neck. “Ah~” Your fingers reached for his ass and you grabbed it, earning a chuckle from the crimson haired man.

It’s painful to keep clenching on nothing for this long.

As if he read your mind, he lifted his head up and leaned down to kiss you. Your legs were aching from your rolling hips as it rocked on either side of him. You didn’t want to leave his warm body. Nor did your throbbing puffy pussy that was getting the attention it absolutely needed. “You like that baby?” The deep lip smacking sounds along with the rough creaking of the bed echoed in the room. “U-Unh~” you sighed thickly in response, breathing heavily as soon as you felt the hot syrupy sensation creeping in between your legs. “That’s it. Use me.” He whispered thickly, feeling Your dainty fingers digging in his lower back. He leaned back, spreading his legs further apart and looked down in between. He stared at your puffy clit rubbing against his covered cock, smothered by your thick prurience.

“Wow…” he whispered, watching the small strings of your arousal stretching from his pants. “Ah-agh!” You gasped when he quickly started rutting his hips down to your puffy pussy feverishly. Your whimpers mixed with his gratifying hums made him go rougher, listening to the rough bucking sounds between you and him. “Look at that.” He stopped, slowly lifting his hips up to see more of your cobwebby arousal stretching out.

Your lashes flickered up to him in response.

“You’re ready for me baby.” He leaned back. The bed shifted as he sat on his knees. You watched as his long fingers untied the drawstrings of his pants. Slowly he pulled it down and his stiff cock flung out. Your eyes widened when you first noticed the cute pink mushroom tip. He chuckled at your expression as it twitched at you. His fingers slowly around the long shaft and began stroking it. It was thick with a few veins around it, along with the thick hairs surrounding his cock. “Ahhh~” he moaned softly while he admired your slick puffy flesh.

It looked so juicy to him.

“Hmph, of course you are.” He chuckled as he watched you rub your slit and tab it teasingly. The tiny strings of your slick on your fingers didn’t go amiss. “Fuck.” He stroked his length with a bit more force, making it slightly curved. “Mmm~” your back arched as you rubbed your bundle of nerves softly, pushing your head back in the pillow. He ached at the sight of your neediness. He moved up closer in between your legs to prepare himself. You gladly spread out your puffy lips to help him. “Alright then…” He smirked and slowly aligned himself to your entrance. “Fffuuck…” he slowly pushed in. his eyes immediately rolled to the back of his head from the warm embrace. You noticed that his abs pulled in tightly from the sensation. “O-oh fuck.” His brows furrowed as dropped his head back now that he was fully inside your sweet heat. You arched your back and hummed softly at the familiar snug fit. It only made you wetter.

Oh god~ it feels so warmmm~, he mentally noted.

He stared up at the ceiling as he relished the warm sensation. “Oh fuck.” He closed his eyes when you clenched him playfully, earning a soft giggle from you. “Shit.” He looked down and regained his focus…again.

“Re-“ he wasted no time pushing your legs up to either side of your chest and resting it on his forearms to position himself properly when he leaned forward, spreading you more open. Soon after, your mouth widened gradually as he began bucking his hips down to yours. The wet slapping sounds of your pussy filled the air between you two. “U-Unh!” You choked, getting rutted into the bed feverishly as you watched in between. “Unh!” You cried out, your glassy eyes observed his rapid movements while he caged you in. “Y-yeah-Unh!” Your fingers gripped his shoulders for control. His long hisses and thick growls made you pulsate as he stroked your plush walls so well. “Y-yeah yeah!” You praised him, his pelvis slamming down your juicy pussy feverishly.

“O-oh!” Your breaths came out messily in his face, your legs dangling in the air against his forearm. He heeded the wet slaps of his greedy thrusts and hissed, “Ssssss….fuck.” his brows furrowed at the sensation of your warm cunt squeezing him lovingly. “You feel so good baby.” He whispered thickly in his between his rapid thrusts, his hot breath fanning your flushed face. “Uuuunhh.” He drawled, relishing the tingling spasms inside of your plush pussy. His restless thrusts mixed with your messy whimpers and the wet skin slapping sounds filled the thick air.

“M-m-mm..!” You moaned hastily as you kissed him messily. Your dainty fingers wrapped around his arms as he rammed into you for some control. It was making you dizzy - getting topped by him at such speed. He broke the hot kiss and quickly looked down at his stiff cock slamming inside your cunt. “Such a good pussy…agh…” he whispered breathlessly, almost drooling. “Pussy feels so fucking good…f-fuck..unh...” He said breathlessly as he watched his feverish thrusts intensely. He hummed gratifyingly and noticed how glossy his cock looked.

You whimpered and cupped his cheeks to make him face you and kissed him. “M-mmmmm~” you whined in the passionate kiss as he fucked you greedily. You kissed him lovingly as the tip kept poking your favorite spot, making you shiver as he did.

“Fuck…” he broke the kiss, looking down at you completely overtaken by your pussy. You managed to quickly roll your hips up to match his messy pace. “Unh…”Your mouth opened slightly as you did, feeling his length stroking your walls more deeper. “Yeah…like that.” He praised, stopping his hips on purpose. You whined and quickly pulled him down by his hips. “That’s it.” He chuckled lowly at you when your face started to look more flushed when you found the perfect spot to fuck your self.

“Ugh!” You rolled your hips up to his own, filling your cunt with his perfectly curved dick. His pelvis was rubbing your clit as you did, making it pulsate excitedly. “U-unh!” Your fingers pressed down on his lower back as it kept poking your g-spot. Your legs were dangling messily in the air as you increased your pace. “Y-yeah!” You moaned heavily, rocking your hips messily to the feathery sensations that was sending sparks all over your body. “Ah! R-ren!” You felt that syrupy feeling coming back violently. “Unh!” He applied more weight on your rolling hips to help you reach your orgasm. “Oh fuck…o-oh fuck!” You whispered half loudly and breathlessly, rubbing your clit against his pelvis as your toes were getting cramps. “Ugh…” he groaned softly, his eyes dilating to the relentless spasms of your cunt while he remained still. His cock twitched consistently as your walls were trembling in need for relief. Soon after, you began rutting your hips up feverishly. “Y-yeah!” You whispered to himself quickly as you started reaching for you high. Suddenly, your pussy was pulsating uncontrollably. “Ha..! Ha…! Ha…!” You kept gasping as you felt it coming in seconds while your clit was getting stroked by his pelvis. “O-oh my god…oh my god!”

“Fuuuck.” He moaned, feeling your crumbling cunt squeezing him.

Your trembling fingers pushed him down to your pussy to keep him there as you fucked your self until your mouth widened when you started squirting your fluids out. “Uuuunh!” You continued rolling your hips up to his, heeding the sloppy sounds of your arousal as it pools down to your ass and on the bed.

“That’s it baby.” He quickly gripped your knees from underneath and leaned forward and started ramming his thick cock into you. “Ssss….awwyeah.” He whispered thickly, pressing you into the bed to get more out of you.

Drawled soft sighs fell out from your lips as he hits all the right spots, rewarding him by rocking your aching hips up and then squirting whenever he touches your g-spot. “Unh yeah baby~” you moaned messily, watching him ramming into you feverishly.

“Awhhh fuck...” He opened his mouth slightly, watching his cock slamming into your sobbing puffy pussy. He bit his bottom lip at the sight and switched to rolling his hips insanely slow. “Unh~” you watery eyes looked up at him, from his glorious abs pulling in from his ministrations to his cock getting sucked in by your perfect pussy. “You like that huh.” He rolled his body impressively, never failing to rub your g-spot. “Awh yeah…~” A long hiss from him followed after and he leaned down to hide his face in the crook of your neck and started fucking you very quickly.

You caressed his broad back and closed your eyes and pushed your head back into the pillow. Taking it all. Your aching legs quivered in the air as he reached for his high. “Oooohh fuuuuck.” You sighed in a quivering breath, your pussy getting overstimulated again by his perfectly crafted dick - but never getting tired of it. His trembling breaths rang close to your ear, making you want to squirt again.

Which you did.

“O-oooh…yeeeahhh…” he whispered as he thrusted feverishly.

“Ahhhhh…yeahhhh.” He whispered against your neck.

“Mm!” You groaned heavily, squirting profusely from his consistent praises. Your hazy eyes peeled open as he keeps going. You stared up at the ceiling as your legs were dangling and his body was trembling in your periphery. You closed your eyes again to his expert thrusts - quick and hard and filling your ears with filthy squelching sounds.

“A-ahhhhh.” He sighed shakily at your sweet squeezes. suddenly he felt a violent rush of relief coming and quickly lifted his form and leaned back, gripping your knees like anchors from underneath. Your tits bounced uncontrollably in his eyes while You watched him fucking you feverishly in between your legs. His shaky breaths fanned your face crazily as he reached his high, while you stared down at his task. You knew he was getting closer to his release from the way his grip tightens and switches every time to try to control himself.

“Agh!” His grunt suddenly pulled you out of your thoughts. He stopped abruptly, pushing his hips down to yours deeply in the bed, cumming inside of you. His cock twitched as he shoots inside of you, making you gasp and squirt a tiny bit in between the tight space, slowly pooling on either side of your hips.

“Shit.” He breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath. He laid down on top of you, feeling his chest heave heavily. He so felt heavy due to his puttiness but you didn’t complain. “Mm.” You caressed his back in unimaginable traces as he laid atop of you for a moment, still feeling stretched out by his length - slowly softening. After a while, he lifted himself, breathing a bit more calmly now albeit feeling a little sluggish. “Ren?” You asked as he admired your beauty. “Ugh…god I love you.” He blurted out. You hummed in agreement and pulled him down to kiss him.

That means… I (the bookworm) won?

End.

[c-moon20-12]

the more the merrier- Shinji edition ft. Kisuke, Aizen, Kensei, Lisa

Warning: nsfw. Shorts. Threesome, anal, vaginal, oral, toys, etc

Shit post writers block plague me

Kisuke n Shinji- the mean duo

At first glance, it would seem like they are competitive. But really, they are just feeding from each other’s energy— getting riled up while fucking you raw. They switch roles and holes in between. They don’t care where they end up as long as it’s inside you.

Kisuke would be more calculated with his moves while Shinji would be reading your moves. Both would edge you along, pulling out the last second— carefully watching your used holes flutter and quiver for the fourth time.

“Ya like that doll? Ya like gettin’ both your holes stuffed like turkey dinner?”

Aizen n Shinji- the power struggle

It ain’t fun when they are silently competing against each other.

The Lieutenant has no choice but to comply to his Captain’s demand and watch while Shinji fucks you in front of the mirror. He spreads your pussy lips apart to flaunt his possession. The mirror is there so Shinji can keep an eye on the Lieutenant while he enjoys you.

Aizen can’t be trusted. But Shinji knows you want him. They double penetrate together regularly. Shinji picks what he feels like that day, leaving Aizen to make do with the second choice. He doesn’t mind. As long as his dick is pounding you harder and making you cum louder, that is all the satisfaction he desires.

It’s a race to see who fucks you harder. The rhythm isn’t there, both are glaring at each other, silently competing to see who breaks you first.

Kensei n Shinji- tag team duo

Both are in harmony— taking turns to fuck your pussy. Kensei grabs your ankles and pulls your legs over your head. He keeps you pinned and folded in position while Shinji taps his cock against your clit a few times before making his entrance.

Kensei’s dick rests against your forehead. He rocks his pelvis in an attempt to hump your face, dragging his balls across your cheeks.

They don’t double penetrate. Kensei waits for his turn, your lips sucking on his tip to keep him excited. Shinji fills you up with his warm seed which gets tucked right back in with Kensei’s fat cock.

“Easy on my girl. Don’t wanna break her pretty tight hole with that jacked up cock”.

Lisa n Shinji— the watchful eyes

Shinji often sits on the couch and watches you two give him a show. He strokes his dick at a steady pace, pleased to see you getting taken care by another woman. He would join, but that would turn Lisa off.

Toys are scattered all across the bed— Shinji personally picked them out for you. He watches Lisa use them meticulously, her knowledge puts his dick to shame when she has you cum three consecutive times in a span of a few minutes.

His pride is challenged.

“Now lemme at her, Lisa. You can join or get outta my way”.

The strap-on awaits you.

[c-moon20-12]

Anti-stress toy

Pair: Kurotsuchi Mayuri x f!reader

CW: dubious consent, breastplay, fingering, cum-eating, some degradation.

Summary: You're his new assistant. You're working on a very serious project, and Captain Kurotsuchi needs to relieve some stress.

Word count: 1,876.

A/n: Hi there! What can I say in my defense? This madman's driving me insane. Dividers by @thecutestgrotto. Please, enjoy.

You are his cute new assistant, all fresh and plump, but a little slow. You are working on some super important serious project, and everyone is a little nervous. Since you are new, you have not been assigned any serious tasks yet, you are more of a backup. And by the end of the day, you are even glad about it. You are tired, of course, but everyone else in the lab is exhausted.

It is late, everyone is slowly starting to go home. Captain Kurotsuchi Mayuri himself throws out some of the particularly stubborn ones:

“Get out of here, there’s no use in you when you’re such sleepy flies!”

You are also getting ready to go home, but he stops you.

“You will stay. I still need your assistance.”

You put on your usual polite smile and slightly bow your head.

“Yes, Kurotsuchi-sama.” 

You're seething with irritation, you want to go home. You've been standing all day and you're starting to pray that you can at least do your work sitting down.

The captain leads you to his private office and you try your best not to show your surprise. You try not to stare too much, but it's hard to contain your curiosity. Mayuri walks to the far corner of the room and sits down at a desk with a huge computer with a dozen monitors on it. You stand awkwardly next to him, shifting from foot to foot.

“Kurotsuchi-sama, how can I help you?”

“Shut up and don't open your mouth until I tell you to.”

You swallow your resentment and hide your irritation behind a sweet, submissive smile. You stand next to him for a few minutes, just watching him work. You can tell from his abrupt movements and irritated huffing that he's tense, and you decide it's best not to tempt fate and just endure whatever he's planning in silence.

He suddenly slams his fists on the table, and you jump in surprise.

“Damn! This doesn't make any sense!”

You tense up, praying that he won't take it out on you. You even hold your breath, hoping he won't notice you. But the gods have other things to do today.

“Come here!” Mayuri orders you, and you take a few steps toward him.

When you're within arm's reach, he grabs your wrist and pulls you toward him. You stand close, his hand wraps around your waist, and with his other hand he points to his knees and orders curtly:

“Sit down.” 

“But, Kurotsuchi-sama!” you say, dumbfounded.

His eyes narrow dangerously and you see the corner of his mouth twitching in anticipation.

“Are you deaf?! Sit down!”

“Sorry, Kurotsuchi-sama, but I’m just worried about your comfort. I’m too heavy,” you mumble, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Are you implying that I’m weak?”

His voice drops to a menacing whisper and you curse the moment you opened your mouth. He told you to keep quiet!

“Have you forgotten that this is a Gotei 13 combat officer in front of you? Do you think I’m not strong enough to support your chubby ass on my lap? Do you even realize what you’re saying?”

“Of course, Kurotsuchi-sama. I was wrong. You’re not weak.”

“Then shut up and sit down!”

You nod slightly and awkwardly sit down on his knee, wrapping your arm around his shoulders. He sighs in frustration at your sluggishness and awkward fidgeting and with a sharp movement pulls you closer to him, so that your feet don’t touch the floor. Your squeak of surprise causes another irritated sigh and you fall silent, afraid to anger him even more.

With one hand he continues to firmly hold you in place by the waist, while the other flutters over the keyboard with astonishing speed. His unblinking gaze is fixed on the monitor, and he pays no attention to you. You wonder why you are even here?

Suddenly his hand creeps higher, dangerously approaching your breast. You awkwardly fidget, trying to get away from the touch, but only evoke the opposite reaction. Thin pale fingers squeeze the soft flesh of your breast and you can't help but let out a plaintive squeak. You reflexively squeeze his shoulder and hold your breath, watching as the long nail on his middle finger mindlessly traces circles around your nipple.

“Kurotsuchi-sama,” you whisper in horror. “What are you doing?”

The next moment, you let out a thin cry as his fingers squeeze your nipple tightly, twisting it painfully. The pain is bearable, but you still feel tears welling up in your eyes.

“Will you shut your mouth or not?! One more sound and I'll rip it off, understand?”

His fingers squeeze a little tighter and you nod quickly. His grip weakens and you breathe out in relief. But his hand is still squeezing your breast. For the next few minutes, Kurotsuchi holds it in his hand. You try not to make a sound, just breathe steadily, counting the seconds, waiting for it to be over and for you to be sent home.

Then he starts squeezing. He kneads your breast like a stress ball, not taking his eyes off the monitor. He's still working. His free hand is still fluttering over the keyboard. He still doesn't pay attention to you.

You breathe evenly, trying to calm your wildly pounding heart. Your nipple swelled and hardened, and as soon as Mayuri ran his finger over it, something clicked in his subconscious, the part of his brain that mindlessly squeezed you, and he concentrated all his attention on the poor hard bud. He rolled it between his fingers, pulled it almost to the point of pain, squeezed and outlined it with his long nail. Your breathing quickened, sweat appeared on your forehead. You couldn't stand it and moaned.

As soon as your moan spread throughout the office, everything went silent. You froze in place, your eyes tightly closed. Mayuri also froze, stopping typing on the keyboard. Only the quiet hum of the computer filled the room, all other sounds died down. Your face is flushed with shame, and you dread what your captain will do next.

“I’m so sorry, Kurotsuchi-sama,” you mumble pitifully, cowering under his unblinking honey-colored gaze.

He says nothing in response, only narrows his eyes. The corners of his lips twitch upward. He turns back to the monitor, returning to his work, and finally leaves your long-suffering breast alone. You exhale loudly in relief, glad that you got off so easily.

Too soon.

Pale, nimble fingers slide down your side to your hip, diving into the waistband of your pants. Your eyes widen in horror, but you don't move: you are too scared to resist. It was all too strange, too much, too much.

“Spread.”

A short command and the pressure of his fingers on your thigh under the fabric of your pants. Your body moves on its own, obeying, and now you have spread your legs, not wide, but enough for his narrow, graceful palm to slide between them, covering your core through the thin fabric of your underwear.

You shudder from this touch and watch as his hand rummages in your pants. You squeeze his haori with the hand that holds onto his shoulders. Your other hand is pressed to your chest.

Kurotsuchi increases the pressure of his fingers, spreading your folds, pressing the pads to your clit.

You abruptly cover your mouth with your palm, not allowing a moan to escape your lips.

Your captain continues to tease you, his touches are chaotic, the movements of his fingers are devoid of rhythm and pattern. He changes the pressure from strong, almost painful, to light stroking, barely noticeable. He tortures you until your underwear is soaked through.

Your mind fails you. What is happening is so wrong. Your captain should not touch your private parts, and you should not let him do it. You should have screamed, pushed him away, run away to write complaints against him for harassment. You should have resisted!.. But you didn’t want to. Oh, you wanted to be a toy in his hands. You wanted him to use you. You wanted to give him full access to your body. You didn’t dare resist. You didn’t want to resist.

You breathe heavily, pathetic sobs still seep through your hand. Your eyes are tightly shut, and the frantic rhythm of your own heart is pounding in your ears. You barely realize it, but your hips are moving towards Captain Kurotsuchi's touch. And you don't notice that he has long since stopped even pretending to continue working. All his attention is focused on you. On your face.

You moan loudly when his fingers slide under the damp fabric of your underwear. Direct contact with his skin runs through you like electric shock. You are so wet that three of his fingers enter you at once without any resistance. And he doesn't give you time to get used to the feeling of fullness and stretching, immediately starting to fuck you with his fingers fast and mercilessly.

You tremble in his hands, clenching your fists until they hurt. Your hips live their own live and you push towards his furious movements, impaling yourself on his fingers. When it's over, you'll be dying of shame, but now, with him pressing so sweetly on all your most sensitive spots, you throw away any decency in pursuit of pleasure.

Your lower abdomen is clenched with tension, and you feel the most powerful orgasm of your life approaching. You throw your head back, stop covering your mouth, and lower your hand to Captain Kurotsuchi's knee, squeezing it with all your might in the hopes of maintaining balance and grounding yourself.

A few final thrusts and you come, clenching around his fingers so tightly that just a little more and they would break under your onslaught. You don't moan, you don't scream, you practically roar. You didn't even know you were capable of making such sounds.

You're stunned. You're dumbfounded. You're in ecstasy.

Your body finally goes limp, and only his hand keeps you from falling to the floor.

When you finally find the strength to open your eyes, Mayuri finally pulls his hand out of your pants and brings his fingers, wet with your juices, to your face. Your wetness has smeared the paint from his skin, and you see its true color.

“Open up.”

You obediently open your mouth, and lick up every drop of your nectar from his fingers. You’ve never tasted yourself before. But you’d taste anything from his hands.

With a disgusted expression on his face, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and wipes them on your clothes, pushing you to the floor. You somehow manage to stay on your feet.

“Dismissed,” the captain says, motioning you to the door.

You nod silently and stagger toward the exit.

“Hey,” he calls out to you when you reach the door.

You turn around.

“Don’t be late tomorrow.”

He brings his fingers to his lips, stretched into a nasty grin, and runs his tongue over the long nail on his middle finger.

“And be prepared to stay late.”

You swallow hard, your cheeks burning, and you walk away accompanied by the echo of his mad laughter.

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[c-moon20-12]

New experiment

Pair: Kurotsuchi Mayuri x f!reader

CW: bondage, temperature play, sex toys, forced orgasms, overstimulation, oral sex (f!receiving), PiV sex, unprotected sex, no aftercare, some degradation.

Summary: You are his obedient guinea pig. And today he will conduct another experiment on you. The subject of the study is pleasure.

Word count: 2,980.

A/n: Hi there! I just remembered my obsession with this psychopath, blinked - and here's a fanfic written by itself. Sorry. It's full of filth. Dividers by @thecutestgrotto. Please, enjoy.

The scope of his interests was limitless. He strove to learn everything that was accessible to knowledge. To study everything that was accessible to study. Collecting information, cataloging data on everything in the world, conducting experiments, improving everything that could be improved – as the meaning of his existence.

He rarely left his laboratory. Only for rare missions and Gotei 13 meetings. The rest of the time he spent in the research institute. His personal quarters were there as well.

Even his personal bedroom was more like a laboratory, except for the bed standing in the corner.

A bed on which he also sometimes conducted experiments. On himself. And on you.

You were his toy, his obedient, wordless doll, his servant, his errand girl. An ideal creation, created to satisfy any of his needs. Your only purpose in life was service and unquestioning execution of his orders. Any orders.

And now you were spread out on the bed, completely naked. Your arms and legs were tied to the bedposts and stretched out. You were completely open to him. All your soft and vulnerable places, all your sensitive spots. He had complete power and control over you.

You don’t know what he’ll do to you today. Will he test new poisons on you? Will he test your skin for heat resistance? Will he dislocate your joints, noting how quickly you recover? Will he test how much pain you can withstand before you start screaming? Oh, he loves women’s screams.

But today he has prepared something special for you. Something he has never done to you before. Today he will experiment on your pleasure.

The recording device button clicks.

“Experiment 012.64-B. Subject – mature female. Subject of study – impact on erogenous zones.”

His voice trembles slightly with excitement, as always when he begins to study something new. You mentally prepare yourself for the worst: he did not specify the impact on these very erogenous zones. Perhaps today he’ll make a pincushion out of you again.

“Experiment one. Zone – mammary glands. Instrument – goose feather. Degree of impact – minimal. Parameters studied: heart rate and breathing rate, blood pressure, skin temperature, degree of swelling of the clitoris and nipples, amount of vaginal lubrication produced.”

You shudder from the light touch of the feather, as if from a blow. You are all tense, nervousness does not allow you to relax and therefore the intensity of sensations has increased several times. He runs the feather over your chest, smoothly outlining the areolas of your nipples with clear movements, concentrating on them until they harden. Your breathing quickens slightly, but it is still impossible to tell if it is from excitement or fear. You are still waiting for a trick. Now, at any second, he will take out a long needle and pierce you through.

“The test subject is showing signs of nervousness,” says Captain Kurotsuchi, putting down the feather and looking at the monitors that display your vital signs. “Respiration rate and heart rate increased by 30%, blood pressure by 24%, skin temperature by 0.4 degrees, sweat has appeared on the forehead. The degree of swelling of the clitoris…” His thin, long fingers unceremoniously descend between your legs, feeling the most sensitive part of your body. There is not a shred of caress in the touch, and your whole body shudders, twitching in your bonds, reflexively trying to move away from his hand. What causes a reaction of displeasure: Mayuri clicks his tongue disapprovingly and under his heavy gaze you freeze again. “12%. The degree of swelling of the nipples is 113%.

You feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment, although it would seem that shame has no place in your life anymore. But his cold words make your body tremble. He does not see you as a living being, only as a test subject. And for some reason this only arouse you even more.

“Experiment two. Zone – stomach and groin. Instrument – ice. Degree of impact – low. Research parameters: the same.”

His voice interrupts your thoughts and you glance at his hands. He squeezes an ice cube between his fingers. The melted water smears the white paint off of his skin, revealing its true color. Cloudy cold drops fall on your body and you cannot help but shudder.

The ice touches your stomach without warning. The sudden contrast in temperature takes your breath away. Mayuri slides lower, leaving a cloudy, damp trail across your skin. You watch him, fascinated. He’s more interested in the readings on the monitors than in you. Your gasps and shudders don’t give him the information he needs. They don’t display cold, objective numbers, but your emotions, your feelings. Something that can’t be measured with precision. For now. He runs the ice cube lower, to the crease of skin where your thigh meets your crotch. A sob escapes your lips, the contrast so great in that place. Again, he’s displeased with your lack of restraint, but this time even his heavy gaze can't stop you from moving.

Slightly annoyed, Mayuri finally throws the ice back into the bowl and wipes his hands with a napkin.

“The test subject is showing an intemperate reaction.” It's a jab at you, a not-so-subtle hint that you should control yourself and not interfere with his experiment. “Interference in data collection affects their objectivity, but they are still subject to recording and analysis. Respiration and heart rate are increased by 18% compared to previous measurements, blood pressure – by 6%, skin temperature – despite the effect of ice, increased by 0.2 degrees. The degree of swelling of the clitoris – by 17%, nipples – negative 11%.”

You take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down and prepare for the next experiment. You don't want to let your captain down, you don't want to compromise the data, you don't want to disrupt the process of his experiment. You are his obedient creation, his experimental specimen, you should help him, not hinder him. You need to try to calm down. You don’t want to anger him, do you?

“Experiment three. Zone – genitals. Instrument – vibrator model 76.T-A. Degree of impact – medium. Research parameters: the same.”

Your eyes widen, looking at the object in Kurotsuchi’s hands. A small, smooth metal rod with a notch at the handle and a pair of buttons at the base. A click – and a faint buzzing sound is heard in the air.

With his free hand, Mayuri presses your lower abdomen to the bed so that you don’t twitch, bringing the vibrator to your genitals. The closer the buzzing instrument gets to your sensitive spots, the faster you breathe. You are afraid, you don’t know what to expect. Will it hurt? Will it be excruciating?!

One of the monitors beeps and the room lights up red. Your readings are going off the charts.

“Hmm, interesting. The subject shows the most vivid reaction of the entire experiment even before the instrument touches the area being examined,” he says thoughtfully.

He stares at the monitor for a few more seconds, casts an interested glance at you, and, without taking his eyes off your face, presses the vibrator directly to your clitoris. You arch your back, throwing your head back, tugging at the straps that tie you to the bed. The touch of the toy is so unexpectedly sharp, so intense, that you cannot understand whether it brings pleasure or pain.

The hand pressing your lower abdomen moves lower, thin fingers spreading your folds, opening the merciless toy access to the center of your sensuality. And this time you cannot hold back a scream. The vibrator is pressed tightly to your most sensitive spot, you feel a tremor throughout your body, the pleasure brings more suffering than joy, the orgasm approaches, forced, forcibly squeezed out of you.

You sob, tears flow down your cheeks, you breathe so hard and fast that you feel dizzy. You throw a pitiful look at your captain, begging him to stop this torture. But seeing his face, you understand that for you, the torment is just beginning. Oh, he is excited. But not like an ordinary man would be excited by the sight of a woman. Oh, no. He is excited like a scientist who has gotten his hands on something incredibly interesting. His eyes are burning with fire, his lips are stretched in a predatory, mad grin. He no longer pays attention to the monitors, he is looking at you. Not at what is happening between your legs. But at your face. He even leans closer to you, absorbing your reactions, imprinting them on his own retina, hiding them in the most secret catalogs of his memory.

The orgasm inevitably overtakes you. You arch so much in your bonds that it seems to you that your spine is cracking from the tension. Your whole body is shaking, your mouth is open in a silent scream, and your eyes are tightly closed. This is not pleasure, this is torture. Mayuri does not remove the vibrator until you begin to moan pitifully from overstimulation. You are in agony. You are in so much pain. You feel so sweet, but you will never admit it even to yourself.

Finally, he removes his instrument of torture and you fall exhausted onto the bed. Your body is still shaking in aftershocks. You barely realize where you are and what is happening, just trying to catch your breath.

“The test subject shows mixed reactions, responding to pleasure in the same way as to pain. Heart rate and respiratory rate are unstable, outside the physiological norm, skin temperature has increased by another 0.8 degrees, the degree of swelling of the clitoris since the beginning of the experiment is 82%, the degree of swelling of the nipples is 12% compared to previous measurements. Further indicators, due to their instability and variability, will be recorded from the sensors in the report.” 

You barely understand the meaning of his words, your mind is still somewhere outside your body. You hear the metal instrument of torture knocking on the basin for used instruments. And when you open your eyes, you see Mayuri, assessing you with his gaze. He is clearly deep in thought about something. His gaze slides over your sweaty body, stopping at your genitals.

You feel how wet you are down there. Your folds shine in the dim light of the bedroom, and Kurotsuchi can't take his eyes off them.

He runs his fingers over your hypersensitive skin, collecting moisture with his fingers. He brings his wet fingers to his face and studies them carefully. The viscosity of your secretions, their color, their smell... Suddenly, he touches the tip of his tongue to his fingers, feeling your taste on his own skin. You thought that nothing could surprise you anymore.

A crazy spark flashes in his eyes. And this does not bode well for you. He climbs onto the bed and settles between your legs. He bends so low over your crotch that you feel his ragged hot breath.

“Experiment four. Zone – genitals. Instrument – tongue. Degree of exposure – high. Parameters under study: the same, plus taste and consistency of physiological secretions.” Without giving you a second to realize what is happening, he buries his face between your legs, sliding his long tongue between your folds, penetrating inside, collecting all your moisture. His nose presses against your hypersensitive clitoris, and you moan from the sweet pain. Your thighs are shaking, you can’t lie still. Your body tries to get away from the touch, but to no avail. Mayuri wraps his hands around your hips, pressing you to the bed, holding you in place. You glance at him and see his honey-colored eyes that read “Just twitch, and you will bitterly regret it.” You whine, moan helplessly under his pressure. He doesn’t leave you a second to rest, nor the opportunity to resist. His touches are purposeful and precise. He doesn’t caress, but attacks. You feel the approach of a second orgasm, even more pain than pleasure in it. You are suddenly covered with its’ wave. You clench around his tongue, shuddering from the merciless pressure on your hypersensitive clitoris. You don’t even scream, you howl like an animal caught in a trap, being eaten alive by a predator.

He pulls away when you start wheezing, your voice breaking. The paint on his face is smeared with your juices and sweat. But he doesn’t seem to care at all. He wipes his face with his sleeve. He breathes heavily, looking at your exhausted body with madness in his eyes. You tiredly slide your gaze over his body and notice with horror how his hakama is bulging in the groin area.

“Experiment five. Zone – genitals. Instrument – penis. Degree of impact – maximum. Research parameters: the same.” 

Before you can even squeak, Mayuri is already plunging into your body, sliding easily over your juices, meeting no resistance. It's as if all the air has been knocked out of your lungs at once. The mere realization of what's happening makes you shudder. Your captain, your master and creator, is pounding into your body. His thrusts are merciless and furious. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the bedroom. The obscene wet sounds coming from the place of your contact make you burn with shame. But you can't do anything.

With the curiosity of a child tearing off the wings of insects, Mayuri changes the angle of his penetration, watching your reaction. And when his next thrust is accompanied by your scream... Oh, even his hands are shaking with ecstasy. He continues to pound into your sensitive spot, enjoying your screams and how sweetly you squeeze around him. Your eyes roll back, you don’t understand who you are and where you are anymore. Only endless sweet agony fills your entire being.

You cum again, completely unexpectedly for yourself. You are shaking all over, but this does not stop Mayuri. He is not finished with you yet. He does not change the angle, nor the intensity, nor the speed of his thrusts, fucking you through your orgasm. You are all limp, your body is completely exhausted, you can only quietly moan, feeling how your entire pelvic area is burning with the fire of overstimulation. It will not end. This torture will never end. So you think, whining pitifully, almost losing consciousness.

A sharp blow to the cheek brings you to your senses. You convulsively swallow air, opening your eyes wide. Mayuri grabs you tightly by the jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“Just try to pass out. I'm not done with you yet,” he spits in your face, continuing to thrust into your limp body. “You will pass out when I tell you to, got it?”

You can only manage a weak nod, but that's enough for him. And your torture continues. Kurotsuchi's movements become more and more aggressive, as if he’s trying to keep you conscious with his brutal pace. It works, but at what cost? Everything between your legs is on fire, the muscles in your lower abdomen ache from tension, your thighs tremble endlessly, you can't... You can't take it anymore.

The fourth orgasm is unlike anything you've ever experienced in your life. Its intensity twists your joints, drives you crazy, deafens, blinds, dulls. You feel the moisture spilling out of you, so much of it...

Your consciousness is hanging on by the thin thread of his order. The captain did not give you permission to pass out. You won’t disappoint him. You won’t dare. It’s as if your body no longer belongs to you. Everything feels so foreign, alien. As if through cotton wool, you hear his laughter, crazy, contented, satisfied. A few particularly rough thrusts, and he freezes, throwing his head back. His hands, squeezing your hips, are shaking. He is breathing heavily and a mask of ecstasy is frozen on his face.

Having caught his breath, he pulls away, watching with a slight grimace of disgust as his seed flows out of your body onto the sheets. He looks at himself and cannot contain his irritation: all his clothes are stained with your wetness and his paint.

“Dirty girl. Look what you’ve done!” he breaks into a scream. But you cannot react, you are barely conscious. “Stupid!”

He grabs the napkins and wipes himself, walking over to the table with the computer. Looking at the data from the monitors, he chuckles contentedly and says in an even voice: 

“The results of the experiment showed the following: the psycho-emotional component of the experiment is an obstacle to objective collection and analysis of data, the experimental subject is unable to abstract from external emotional factors and focus exclusively on physiological contact. Experiments with the direct participation of the researcher's body are also devoid of complete objectivity, but are filled with pleasure, which can be an independent object for further research. The experimental subject demonstrated high sensitivity to genital stimulation and a complete inability to maintain clarity of mind in the pre-orgasmic and post-orgasmic state. The second and subsequent orgasms caused a certain degree of discomfort in the experimental subject, which is difficult to assess based on the data of one experiment; further experiments are required. The fourth orgasm was accompanied by the process of the so-called “squirt” with the release of a large amount of colorless, odorless and tasteless liquid. The collected samples are subject to detailed chemical and microscopic analysis.”

Click – and the recording device switches off, the monitors with your physiological indicators go out, the bedroom is plunged into almost complete darkness. Mayuri approaches the bed and frees your limbs. Throwing a towel at your body, he irritably hisses through clenched teeth:

“Get yourself cleaned up, idiot. And clean up after yourself. So that in ten minutes everything sparkles.”

Kurotsuchi Mayuri leaves his own bedroom, and you only whisper obediently:

“Yes, Captain Mayuri.”

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[c-moon20-12]

Sweet poison

Pair: Kurotsuchi Mayuri x f!reader

CW: aphrodisiac, f!masturbation, fingering.

Summary: He trains your immunity to poisons, but today's toxin has a completely unexpected effect on your body.

Word count: 1,993.

A/n: Hi there! No other character has such an impact on me as Mayuri. But it's so hard to write him without going OOC. Cold professionalism, but crazy curiosity. There's something to it. I don't think I have the brains to write something profound. But not everyone can write something big and important, right? Someone has to fill the niche of silly little horny stories. Please, enjoy.

Every day is the same, but at the same time brings something new. Today is poison day. Every few days he gives you poison. Gradually he increases the dosage until your body learns to resist them completely. Periodically, he switches poisons from one to another and back. To strengthen your new immunity. Mayuri takes this process seriously, carefully recording all your indicators. And, since you were a good girl and agreed to all his experiments voluntarily, he keeps his promise and does not hurt you. He really is quite gentle with female test subjects. As gentle as he can be.

At the appointed time, you come to his lab and get another injection. Then you have a few hours of training, and you hope that your body can withstand it. Fighting toxins and training at the same time is not an easy task. But you will withstand it. You will not let your captain down. You are in his good standing, one could say, his favorite in a sense. And you really don't want to lose all the privileges that come with this status. You're ready to do anything to earn his praise.

You go to the training ground right after the poison is administered. And at first, everything goes well. You barely feel any effect of the toxin on your body, but after a couple of hours, you start to feel hot. At first, you think it's from intense physical activity, but even when you sit down to rest, the heat doesn't go away. You find it hard to breathe and your head is spinning. You try to force yourself to continue training, but the duty officer throws you out to the infirmary, seeing your condition.

You don't make it to the infirmary.

With each passing second, the heat only intensifies, your hands start to shake, your fingertips tingle. Your throat is dry, but no matter how much water you drink, you can't quench this thirst.

You rip off your haori, but it doesn't help. Heat pools in your lower abdomen and spreads between your thighs. Every nerve in your body is on fire, and every touch on your skin feels like… pleasure to your drugged brain. Pleasure so strong, so unexpected, so excruciating.

Something is wrong. The poison is not working properly. You are scared. You don’t know what to do. You need to get back to the captain. He will help you. He will give you the antidote. And this nightmare will end. Captain Kurotsuchi will help you get rid of your suffering.

By the time you reach the research institute, you can barely stand. You are covered in sweat, and between your legs it is so wet that it runs down your thighs. The fabric sticks to your skin and only your iron willpower helps you hold back your moans. Only one thought beats in your exhausted brain: “Get to the captain.”

You do not notice anything around you. Other people's glances do not matter to you. If anyone is trying to ask what happened to you and what you need, you don't hear it or understand it. Find Captain Kurotsuchi Mayuri. He will help. He will save you.

“What are you doing here? There's still an hour and a half until the checkup!” a familiar voice reaches your mind.

You turn towards the sound and see him, your savior. Your vision is blurred and the world around you is more like a string of colors, but you easily recognize your captain in this combination of white and black with purple and gold accents.

You reach for him like a moth to a flame. If you don't get to him now, you will die on the spot. You have to be close, you have to touch him, you have to feel his warmth, you have to smell him.

He recoils from you as if in disgust, keeps you at a distance, doesn't let you touch him, as if you might stain him.

Tears well up in your eyes, and with your last strength you whisper:

“Captain Kurotsuchi. Help.”

You fall to your knees at his feet, reaching for the hem of his hakama.

“Get up!”

He grabs you by your upper arm and with a sharp movement lifts you to your feet. You even have time to wonder where he gets so much strength from, forgetting that this is not an ordinary scientist, but a combat officer.

You are soft, pliable, like wet clay, submissive to his will, obediently following him. The place on your arm where he holds you burns with fire.

You enter a closed examination room. The door lock clicks, the lights turn on. You are pushed onto the couch, and from contact with it you cannot help but groan.

Captain Kurotsuchi clicks his tongue in displeasure and rummages around in search of an injection syringe.

You grab his hand, your eyes filled with tears as you look at him pitifully and whine:

“Please, Captain, help me. I can’t take it anymore.”

A quick glance at your fingers clutching his sleeve. Indignation at your impudence quickly gives way to curiosity: what are you experiencing now, since you forgot about subordination?

“Describe your symptoms.”

A perfectly appropriate question in this situation knocks the ground out from under your feet. Do you have the courage to say that a fire of unbearable desire is raging between your legs and that only the discipline that has been hammered into you for several centuries prevents you from letting go and putting your hands in your pants in a desperate attempt to calm this heat?

“Intense... heat…” you mumble hoarsely, pausing after each word. “Dizziness... thirst... desire…”

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment. You don't want to talk about it, but you have no right to withhold such information. After all, the captain needs to know what's going on to help you.

“Desire? What desire?”

If it were anyone else in Captain Kurotsuchi's place, you would think he was kidding. But no. Mayuri wouldn't. He's clearly genuinely interested in what's going on. To help you. To save you. And that calms you down a little.

You take a deep breath, watching as the shinigami draws a whitish liquid from an unmarked ampoule into a syringe. This must be the antidote. You'll feel better soon. You stretch out your arm, rolling up your sleeve, waiting for the injection. But Mayuri freezes, looking at you searchingly. First he will get the answers. And only then will he put you out of your misery.

Licking your dry lips and looking into his honey-colored eyes, you whisper:

“Sexual desire.”

You think his pupils dilate at this moment, but maybe it’s your eyesight that’s deceiving you. He puts the syringe on the table, places a stool in front of the couch you’re sitting on, and sits down, staring into your eyes, clasping his fingers together in front of him.

“Describe.”

“What?”

“Describe what exactly you feel.”

“Kurotsuchi-sama, please…” you plead pitifully, but his gaze is cold. “It’s… heat, the desire to touch…”

Your face burns with shame. You know you should describe how you feel, but you can’t find the words.

“Speak more clearly, woman!”

He begins to lose patience and taps his foot on the floor. You close your eyes and blurt out on an exhale, trying not to think about how ridiculous you sound:

“A feeling of heat in the genital area and a barely restrained desire to masturbate.”

The silence hangs in the air for several endlessly long seconds. The stool creaks. You open your eyes and look at the captain. The corners of his lips are turned up, and there is a fire of curiosity in his eyes.

“Come on.”

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t hold yourself.”

“What? Maybe you can just give me the antidote and I’ll...”

You stop short, meeting his icy gaze. Awkwardly, you grab the waistband of your pants.

“Right in front of you?”

Silence is your answer.

A new wave of heat overwhelms you and you no longer care about shame. You pull your pants off. Your thighs are all sticky with sweat and your own moisture. You touch yourself through the wet fabric of your underwear and thus cross the line.

There is not a single coherent thought left in your head. You close your eyes, giving in to the sensations. You are not being gentle. This is not a marathon, this is a sprint to the finish line. And the faster you reach it, the sooner this torture will end. Your movements are aggressive, merciless, even rough. You do not spare your poor, swollen to the limit clit.

The orgasm comes quickly, but does not bring you the expected relief. In despair, you look at your captain, who is closely watching your actions with an unreadable expression on his face.

“One more time.”

Yes, that's right. Just once wasn’t enough. This is all the effect of the toxin.

You pull off your wet panties and throw your leg on the couch, facilitating access to your leaking core. You don't care that your captain sees you in such an obscene state. You don't care that he can see the folds of your pussy glistening with moisture. You don't care that he can probably feel the heat and smell of your desire even from a distance. Don't care.

You wet your fingers in your own slick and plunge them deep into your eager hole. A moan of relief escapes your chest as you finally clench around something other than emptiness. You quickly pick up the pace, fingering yourself as deep as you can. But soon, tears in your eyes, you realize that it's not enough.

With the fingers of your other hand, you cover your clit, still so sensitive from your orgasm, but ready to give you another. But no matter how hard you try, you can't. You can't reach that sweet spot somewhere deep inside you. You're teetering on the edge, but the glass wall won't let you step over it. Relief is so close, yet so far away.

Tears stream down your cheeks as you whine and beg:

“Captain Kurotsuchi, please help me, I can't take this anymore.”

He clicks his tongue in irritation, but gets up from the stool and comes closer to you. Some instinct has you placing your other leg on the couch, spreading your knees wide, giving him full access to your most intimate places. You're all exposed to him. With the fingers of one hand mercilessly circling your clit and the fingers of the other knuckle-deep inside your hole.

Without taking his eyes off your face, Captain Kurotsuchi adds his fingers to yours without warning.

That's it. That's what you needed. Now you finally feel properly filled, properly stretched. You throw your head back, shamelessly pushing yourself deeper onto his fingers. He bends them slightly upward, and with every thrust of your hips, he presses against that magical spot, making your breath catch and your toes curl. 

Not a minute passes before you are shaken by the wave of a second orgasm. But you do not stop your movements. Except that you leave your abused clit alone. For a while.

You suddenly hear the hiss of the radio.

“Yes, Captain Kurotsuchi Mayuri?” comes through the hiss.

“Lock down Sector B until further notice. I have a very important experiment here. I do not want anyone hanging around my lab and disturbing me.”

“Yes, Captain Kurotsuchi.”

The hissing dies down, and you feel his fingers slip out of your body. You groan pitifully at the loss, watching through heavy-lidded eyes as Mayuri wipes his hands on your pants and then removes his haori.

Your gazes meet, and his lips stretch into a predatory grin.

“It’s going to take some sweat to get the toxin out of your body.”

He rolls up the sleeves of his kimono and looms over you.

“From both of us.”

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[c-moon20-12]

Skilled fingers

Pair: Kurotsuchi Mayuri x f!reader

CW: dirty thoughts, f!masturbation, sucking some amazing fingers.

Summary: His fingers are driving you crazy and you can't even concentrate on your job anymore. A drop in your productivity and efficiency is unacceptable. And it is your captain's duty to do everything to get you back on track.

Word count: 2,239.

A/n: Hi there! I want to dedicate this little fic to all devoted worshippers of Kurotsuchi Mayuri's hands. @mayuris-basement-dweller, @r473n, @w1cked-w1tch, @toxictaicho and more! Thought you may like this. Please, enjoy.

The day you joined the 12th Division, your life was divided into ”before” and ”after”.

You thought you knew what physical and intellectual exhaustion was. Naive, you simply didn't work for several days in a row without sleep or rest, helping to develop a new deadly toxin.You thought you had outstanding knowledge in chemistry? Naive, your entire knowledge base would be at least one eighth of Captain Kurotsuchi's.

You thought you knew everything about yourself and your passions? Naive, you simply had never seen his hands before.

Oh, those hands...

They drove you crazy. They haunted you in your dreams. They never left your thoughts. You fell asleep thinking about them and woke up anticipating seeing them again.

His graceful fingers fluttered over the computer keyboard, and you couldn’t take your eyes off them, imagining how they would flutter over your intimate places.

His graceful fingers squeezed the handle of his zanpakuto, and you imagined how they squeezed your wrists or throat.

His graceful fingers performed the most delicate work on some new device, and a string of images flashed through your head, where these fingers drove you crazy, playing on your body like a delicate musical instrument.

Oh, those hands...

They became your obsession, your passion.In the evenings, you locked yourself in the bedroom, hid under the blanket and gave free rein to your hands and fantasy.

Fantasy one. With one hand he covers your mouth, while the other mercilessly torments your most sensitive places. He knows exactly where to rub and where to press to bring you to extasy and drive you crazy.

Fantasy two as a variation of the first one. He doesn't just cover your mouth with his palm, but pushes his amazing fingers into your mouth, all the way to the knuckles, while you suck them like a total slut, squinting with pleasure.

Fantasy three as a variation of the first and second. Having milked you for several orgasms, he makes you lick his hands clean, and you submit, because the least you could do to thank your captain for the pleasure he gave you is to at least tidy him up.

Fantasy four. His long, strong fingers squeeze your throat while he fucks you into the mattress.

Fantasy five. You sit on the floor at his feet while he kindly allows you to suck on his fingers while he's busy with something extremely serious and important. And if you're a good girl, he'll even let you satisfy yourself without taking his fingers out of your mouth.It becomes absolutely impossible to work. Heat spreads through your stomach every time your gaze falls on Captain Kurotsuchi's hands. You can barely wait until you get home, squeezing your thighs together, hoping to ease your suffering a little, to relieve this itch of lust.

Your world turns upside down when one day he touches your shoulder and praises you for a good job. A simple “Well done” and a light squeeze of his palm. But for you... Oh, for you it was like pouring a bucket of kerosene into a fire. The flames flared up inside you with unprecedented force, scorching your neck, cheeks, even your ears. You muffled your thanks and asked to go to the restroom.

Locking yourself in the stall and trying to be as quiet and nimble as possible, you slid your hands into your panties, already soaking wet. Faster, faster, faster. During your orgasm, you can't hold back and squeak his name in a muffled voice, forgetting where you are. Luckily, there was no one else in the restroom. You hope. But the release does not bring you the expected satisfaction, and you return to the lab even more heated.

Under the captain's watchful gaze, you continue to work.

“Is everything okay? You seem flushed,” your colleague asks you worriedly, and you just wave her off with a smile.

“I'm just a little hot,” you say, although the lab is always cool.

Your strange behavior does not escape the piercing gaze of Captain Kurotsuchi. At the end of the work day, he calls you into his office for a personal conversation.

You shift awkwardly from foot to foot, wondering what you did wrong. The door is tightly closed behind you, the hour is late, the building is empty. Shinigami has turned away from you, clasping his hands behind his back. And you can't take your eyes off them.

“Out of this bunch of brainless monkeys, you're the only one I have high hopes for,” Mayuri begins without preamble.

Your cheeks are flushed by the praise, and your heart flutters, and you can't help but smile sheepishly.

“Thank you, Kurotsuchi-sama, your praise means a lot to me.”

“It's not praise, but a statement of fact. However. Your behavior lately has been worrying.”

“Excuse me?”

“What's going on?”

The captain turns to you, his face surprisingly calm, not even the usual grin baring his teeth. He looks you in the eye and takes a few steps towards you. He's waiting. You must answer.

“I don't understand what you're talking about, Captain Kurotsuchi.”

“You don't have to make an idiot out of me. I'm smart, and you don't have the brains to outwit or deceive me,” he breaks into a shout.

“Are you sick? Any personal problems? Is the atmosphere in the team not conducive enough for work? For some reason, you are in the clouds during work hours!”

You look at the floor in shame, not daring to look him in the eye. You will not tell him the truth. Such things should not be said to anyone at all.

You think about the answer for too long, and his irritation boils over. He takes another step towards you and grabs your chin with his hand, yanking your head up and forcing you to look him in the eyes.

Your breath catches. His hand… His fingers… The same fingers that you fantasized about countless nights in a row are squeezing your face, they are a few millimeters from your lips.

“Something is distracting you, and I am extremely unhappy. I need all your attention in the lab! Luckily for you, you are too valuable for me to remove you from work until you sort out your problems, but I can’t stand your useless presence either!”

He squeezes your face tighter and tighter, driving his angry words into your head like nails into a board. His finger slips from your chin and barely touches your lip, and you can’t, you can’t resist. You roll your eyes and let out a thin, barely audible groan. And when the deafening shame from the realization of what happened sobers you up a little, you look into his eyes, predatory narrowed, full of research interest, smugness and slight disappointment.

“I didn’t think that such an outstanding mind, such a promising talent would be subject to such primitive weaknesses.”

His voice is full of mockery, but he doesn’t let you go. Mockingly slowly, he runs his finger along your lip, and you groan out loud, closing your eyes. Your knees are weak and you can barely stand up.

“Is that how it is? Instead of using all your brain power to work, you spend it on dirty thoughts? And about what?”

“Please, Kurotsuchi-sama, don’t. I’m ashamed,” you admit in a quiet, trembling voice.

“You should be ashamed! Well, I guess there’s nothing you can do about it.”

He finally lets go of you and steps back to his chair. Sitting down, he folds his arms in front of him and glares at you.

“This is unacceptable.”

You flinch at his words as if he’d struck you. But you don’t say anything in response.

“Having your head in the clouds, not devoting yourself entirely to work, running to the restroom in the middle of the day for self-satisfaction…”

You lift your head and look at him with wide eyes. Your face is flushed with shame, and your reaction gives you away.

He smirks at your embarrassment. He raises his hand and beckons you closer. You do so obediently, your eyes glued to his fingers. As you approach, he points his finger at the floor next to his chair.

“On the floor.”

“Excuse me?” you say, confused.

“As the captain of the 12th Division, I am responsible for my subordinates. And it is my job as your superior to maintain the maximum efficiency of each worker. Especially valuable employees like you. And if that means shoving a few fingers down your throat to relieve the itch between your legs, then it is a small price to pay for the service you can provide to the Institute during business hours. Now, on the floor.”

The ice of the tiled floor beneath your knees does nothing to ease the heat that has enveloped you. Your ears are pounding, your cheeks are burning, your chest is heaving with unsteady breathing, and a real fire is flaring up between your legs.

You settle down on the floor as comfortably as possible and look up at him. You can’t read the look in his honey-colored eyes. His paint-white fingers approach your lips and you swallow loudly, looking at his purple-painted nails.

“Open up.”

You part your lips and stick out your tongue. In the moment, you don’t care about the obscenity of the situation. You fidget impatiently and feel your mouth filling with saliva in anticipation.

Your captain’s middle and ring fingers touch your tongue, and in that moment, you lose touch with your own mind. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, you let out a loud moan of relief and shamelessly suck his fingers into the hot depths of your mouth. You generously coat them with saliva, your nimble tongue caressing every curve, you suck greedily, taking in more and more until you rest against his knuckles.

Mayuri watches indifferently. He doesn't move, letting you go crazy on the floor at his feet. Part of him is deeply disappointed in you. You were a wonderful scientist, an amazing mind, lively, original. You alone brought more fresh insight to his work than all the other parasites. And to see you reduced to a semi-animal state was strange and unusual.

But at the same time - delightful.

Mayuri would never admit it, but this contrast between your collected professional version and this drooling slut hungry for his fingers stirred the darkest corners of his soul. He himself did not notice how his lips stretched into a predatory grin.

He slightly bent his fingers upward and stroked the roof of your mouth. The moan you let out was simply incredible. Still without opening your eyes and without stopping the movements of your tongue, you finally casted aside all shame and stuck your hand into your pants. You had never been so wet in your life. Your underwear, your pants - everything was soaked through. Not meeting any resistance, you inserted two fingers at once: the middle and the ring finger, and began to gently rock your hips in pursuit of release.

Suddenly, Kurotsuchi grabs your chin with his other hand. Your eyes widen and you freeze in place. He holds you tightly, motionless. And you begin to panic. Maybe you shouldn't have touched yourself? Maybe he's finally run out of patience?

Oh, no. He's got something devilishly cruel planned.

He starts to pull his fingers out of your mouth and you instinctively reach forward, after him, not wanting to let him go. You whine pitifully, but your whine quickly turns into a moan when Mayuri pushes his fingers back in. Gradually increasing the pace, he simply fucks your mouth with his fingers.

You are in ecstasy. You copy the pace and intensity of his movements with your hand. Reality is spinning before your eyes and it seems to you that what he does to your mouth, he is actually doing to your pussy. As if it is his fingers that are stretching you and mercilessly attacking your sweet spot inside.

With the last of your strength, you open your eyes and look at him with a pleading look, with an unspoken “May I?” And he smiles back, speeding up again. You receive this silent permission and let yourself go.

An orgasm covers you completely, and you lose all connection with reality. Your whole body is shaking in sweet agony. And you don’t notice how your jaws are clenching, how your teeth are biting into the flesh of his fingers, leaving deep marks.

A light slap on your cheek brings you to your senses, and you finally unclench your jaws. You are so exhausted, all the muscles in your body are relaxed and soft as jelly. You breathe deeply, your mind gradually returns to you, and with it - the shame. You do not dare to look at your captain, instead staring at the floor in front of you.

“I hope that is enough,” Mayuri says from somewhere above and you finally dare to look at him. He wipes his hands with a towel and you notice the marks from your teeth. Looking at you with a smirk, he says:

“When you feel like you have trouble concentrating on your work again, come to me. After all, it is my duty as the captain of the 12th Division to ensure that all of my subordinates' needs are fully met.”

Needless to say, your efficiency has increased tremendously since then?

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[c-moon20-12]

soaked & split

pairing: shunsui kyoraku x f!reader x jushiro ukitake

cw: public sex, face sitting, oral sex, cunnilingus, breast play, slight voyerism, servicing both partners(still reader-centric), cum swallowing, grinding. 

word count:~2.8k

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The chaos in the Seireitei had finally quieted, leaving just enough room for peace and indulgence.

Shunsui had been the one to suggest the onsen getaway, of course. You should’ve known better the moment he said he knew a place. A private onsen is conveniently attached to the suite. Very convenient. Suspiciously convenient.

“You sure this place doesn’t come with a hidden fee for indecency, Captain Perv?” you’d teased, raising a brow.

“I’m wounded,” Shunsui had smiled, all faux hurt and a roguish grin. “I only pick the finest places for our most sinful intentions.”

“And he’s proud of it,” Jushiro added gently, eyes warm and amused.

Yes, Shunsui was a pervert. But so were you. And so was Jushiro, when the mood struck him.

And tonight? The mood had most definitely struck.

The onsen itself was beautiful. Large enough for five, carved from smooth stone and nestled outdoors beneath the stars. Lanterns cast golden halos in the mist, steam curling around your bare skin as you eased into the heat between them.

Steam curled around your bare skin, and you sat nestled between the two of them, the heat doing little to distract you from the way their bodies brushed against yours—Shunsui’s broad chest and heavy thighs on one side, Jushiro’s lean strength and elegant frame on the other.

They were opposites in so many ways—sun and moon, fire and snow—but both of them unraveled you the same. Even their cocks were different: Shunsui’s thick and heavy, made to stretch; Jushiro’s long, curved just enough to hit that spot inside you that made your toes curl. Heaven came in two flavors, and both were yours.

But the heat had started even before the water.

Jushiro had insisted on helping you clean up first—such a gentleman. Always the courteous one, always careful with his touch. At first.

He guided you into the bathhouse’s marble-tiled washing area, steam curling around your skin as warm water cascaded from the spout. He knelt beside you with practiced ease, his long, pale fingers dipping into the dish of soap, working it into a rich, fragrant lather between his palms. You expected the usual—rushed rinsing, quick scrubbing—but Jushirowas never rushed.

His hands found your shoulders first, thumbs digging gently into the knots beneath your skin, working in slow, rhythmic circles. He started to hum—a low, soft tune you couldn’t quite place—calm and unassuming, like this wasn’t anything more than a simple cleansing.

But then his hands slid lower.

Over your back, gliding with reverence down the ridge of your spine, his touch no longer just cleansing but exploring. The warm lather dripped down your sides, and he chased it with his fingers, his thumbs slipping along your waist, teasing the dip of your hips as if memorizing the curves he’d traced so many times in his mind.

You shivered when he reached the backs of your thighs, his hands large and warm, gliding down, then up again—his thumbs kneading into the softness just beneath your ass.

Still, he didn’t move further. Not yet.

“Jushiro…” you breathed, voice catching as you shifted your weight, squirming under the intensity of his touch. Your thighs tensed instinctively, your skin slick not only with water and soap, but with the slow-burning ache of anticipation.

His voice was velvet. “Hm?”

That single, maddening hum of false innocence.

His fingers trailed back up, over your hipbones this time, brushing the edge of your mound, just shy of your aching core. He never touched where you needed him. Not yet. Just glided so close that it made your breath hitch and your knees wobble.

“Just making sure you’re thoroughly cleaned,” he whispered, leaning close enough that you felt the warmth of his breath against the nape of your neck.

Then he kissed your shoulder, soft and lingering. Too tender for how hard your pulse thudded beneath your skin.

Meanwhile, Shunsui watched from across the room as he leisurely scrubbed himself, clearly amused and no less aroused—his cock already hard, thick against his thigh, as he watched you come undone from simple touches.

Now, in the bath, it only escalated.

Shunsui pulled you into his lap first, burying his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “Mmm… You smell like sin and summer wine,” he murmured, voice thick with want.

“That’s just your own perversion talking,” you managed, though your voice broke as his cock slid between your folds, thick and hot and perfectly placed. He didn’t thrust. He just made you move—rolling your hips against him slowly, the head catching your clit again and again.

“Shunsui—” you whimpered, your voice a whisper of need.

“Louder,” he chuckled, fingers digging into your hips. “But not too loud, sweetheart. This place may be private, but even I can’t sweet-talk my way out of a noise complaint.”

You let out a broken moan anyway, body twitching when he pulled you down harder, your slickness coating his length. It felt obscene, how wet you were—how easily you slid against him. Your clit throbbed each time the head of his cock dragged over it, your thighs trembling from the teasing grind.

And then Jushiro’s hand was on your face, tender, guiding. He kissed you, slow and deep, swallowing your moans. His lips were soft but commanding, his tongue slipping past your own before he pulled away just enough to let a string of spit fall into your mouth. You swallowed greedily, and his eyes darkened with approval.

“So perfect,” he murmured, voice gone ragged.

Then his hands dipped lower, cupping your breasts in the water, thumbs teasing your nipples until they peaked under his touch. You whimpered as your body rocked forward with the motion, your breasts bouncing just enough to catch his attention.

Shunsui shifted again, guiding your hips as he leaned you forward, bent just enough so your breasts pressed flush to Jushiro’s stomach. 

Jushiro moved, guiding his cock between your tits and looked up with a gentle smile, eyes dark with lust. “Hold them for me, sweetheart.”

You obeyed, pressing your breasts together around him as he began to thrust, the head of his cock brushing your chin, then your lips, each time it slid forward. You licked him in slow, teasing swirls, your tongue tracing the ridge of his head until he groaned and threaded his fingers through your damp hair.

“Such a pretty little mouth,” he whispered, pushing the tip between your lips.

You sucked him deep, your tongue lapping at the sensitive underside, moaning as you hollowed your cheeks. Behind you, Shunsui groaned, rocking your hips harder, dragging your dripping slit along the length of his cock.

“She was made for this,” he said lowly, biting your shoulder. “Heaven’s favorite sin.”

Your body ached—caught between Jushiro’s cock on your tongue and Shunsui’s thick dick grinding against your soaked core. The steam clung to your skin, turning every brush of their bodies electric.

And then you snapped.

Your orgasm hit fast, a hot wave of pleasure crashing through you as you moaned around Jushiro’s cock, thighs shaking. He wasn’t far behind. His grip in your hair tightened as he pushed just a bit deeper, groaning as he spilled into your mouth. You swallowed without hesitation, humming softly as his cum slid down your throat.

You barely had a chance to catch your breath before Shunsui shifted, lying back along the stone edge.

“Come sit on my face, sweetheart,” Shunsui drawled from beneath you.

You blinked, hovering above him on shaky thighs. “Huh? What if I squish you?”

He only laughed—deep and indulgent—eyes half-lidded and hungry as he reached for your waist. “Then what a way to go,” he murmured, voice low and rough with heat.  

He tugged you down gently but insistently, guiding you over his face until your knees braced on either side of his broad shoulders. The second you lowered onto him, his tongue was already there—hot, wet, eager—lapping at your folds like he couldn’t bear to waste a single drop of your arousal.

He groaned into your cunt, the vibrations sparking straight through your core. His lips latched onto your clit, sucking with decadent pressure before he drew back just to run his tongue in slow, teasing stripes through your slick. His hands gripped your thighs possessively, holding you in place even as your body trembled above him.

And then you felt it—movement behind you.

Jushiro. Silent, steady, and with reverence carved into every line of his face, he knelt at Shunsui’s side, watching the way your hips rocked helplessly against his oldest friend’s mouth.

He leaned in without a word, eyes dark and unreadable.

Then he lifted Shunsui’s thighs, palms sliding underneath with gentle strength, and bent forward. His lips brushed against the flushed tip of Shunsui’s cock, which was already dripping precome, neglected but aching.

“You’re perfect like this,” Jushiro murmured, pausing only to let the words ghost over Shunsui’s skin before wrapping his lips around him again. “But she’s not the only one who deserves a taste tonight, right?”

Shunsui’s hips bucked reflexively into Jushiro’s mouth, his groan muffled against your pussy. You cried out, the sensation of his moan reverberating through your clit, heat flooding your body like fire catching dry kindling.

The sight alone would’ve undone you.

Below you, Shunsui devoured you with maddening hunger, every swipe of his tongue drawing you closer to the edge. And just inches below, Jushiro worshipped his cock with slow, devastating precision—sucking him deep, one hand wrapped around the base, the other gently massaging his thigh, coaxing moans from his lover’s throat that echoed into you.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” Shunsui groaned, voice thick and slurred as he tugged your hips into a slow, grinding rhythm against his face. His eyes fluttered shut, head falling back for just a moment before he forced himself to look again—eyes glassy, mouth wet, cock buried in Jushiro’s throat.

“You’re so good to me… f-fuck— And look at her. She loves it. Don’t you, baby? Watching us like this?” he rasped.

You whimpered—eyes locked on the scene below, stomach twisting with arousal so intense it nearly hurt. The sheer filth of it made your knees shake—Jushiro’s lips stretched wide around Shunsui’s cock, cheeks hollowing with every slow suck, tongue pressing insistently against the underside.

“She’s dripping,” Jushiro murmured, pulling off with a wet pop to speak, voice a little hoarse, his hand stroking Shunsui lazily. “So sensitive… So pretty when she falls apart like this.”

Shunsui panted, returning his full attention to you—tongue circling your clit with renewed focus, alternating pressure and pace, drawing every trembling sigh from your lips like a man playing a sacred instrument.

Your moans turned desperate, body arching as heat surged through your belly, tight and coiling, threatening to snap. And when Jushiro swallowed Shunsui down again, sucking him deep just as Shunsui flattened his tongue against your clit, your orgasm tore through you like a thunderclap. 

The steam, the heat, the wet slap of skin on skin, the filthy, slick sounds of mouths working, gasps shared, moans caught between lips—it built like pressure in a kettle, rising higher and higher until your muscles quaked with it.

You grabbed for something—anything—hands tangling in Shunsui’s thick hair as you ground down against his face, rutting in shameless need. “hgnh, I’m—” you choked, the words half-lost in your next moan. “I’m gonna come again—”

Shunsui groaned into you, lapping at you like he didn’t want to waste a drop. And Jushiro, beneath it all, just closed his eyes and moaned—cock still deep in his throat, face flushed, content to drink in every bit of Shunsui’s pleasure, even as yours spilled freely above them both.

But they weren’t finished.

They moved you with reverent care, water rivulets cascading over your skin as their hands cradled you between them. Shunsui’s eyes met yours as they guided you back into the warm embrace of the bath, this time facing him, your knees loosely bracketing his hips.

Jushiro came up behind you, his body pressed to yours, heat radiating off his skin. You felt the smooth brush of his cock against your ass, and then the press of his hands on your waist—gentle but grounding, holding you like you were something precious.

“Relax for me. Let me in… that’s it… just like that,” he whispered into your ear, voice low and steady as his lips brushed your lobe. He nipped it softly, a teasing edge to his sweetness as he slowly pushed inside you.

You gasped, your head falling back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he filled you inch by inch. He was long—achingly deep, hitting that spot inside you with devastating precision. His breath was hot against your neck, and his hands were firm, keeping you open for him, guiding you through the stretch.

And then Shunsui shifted beneath you, guiding his cock to your already stretched entrance, his hands spreading you wider.

“Ready, baby?” he asked, voice wrecked already with how wrecked you looked.

You nodded, barely able to speak, but the need in your eyes said it all.

He pushed in carefully—wider, thicker, a new burn blooming under the pleasure. Your body clenched tight around them both, struggling to accommodate the sensation of being completely, devastatingly full.

“F–fuck,” Shunsui growled, teeth clenched as he sank in beside Jūshirō. “You’re squeezing so tight—like you were made for this.”

You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Just feel—the weight of them, the way their cocks pressed and rubbed against each other inside you, against every nerve ending until you were gasping, lips parted in helpless cries.

They began to move—Jushiro’s thrusts slow and deep, hips rocking forward with fluid control, while Shunsui matched him from below, grinding into that sweet, sensitive spot inside you with every careful stroke. The rhythm built with aching intensity, their movements timed so perfectly it was like they’d done this a hundred times before, like they knew your body already, inside and out.

Your nails dug into Shunsui’s chest, desperate for something to hold onto as pleasure coiled tight and hot in your belly. Jushiro’s mouth was on your neck, teeth grazing your skin before he started sucking, leaving bruises like blooming flowers across your throat.

Shunsui leaned forward too, kissing your breasts, tongue circling your nipple before he bit down gently, making you keen.

You were going to break.

“Ju— ‘sui—hah—” you moaned, voice ragged with need. Your head lolled back, mouth falling open in a ragged moan. It was too much.

Jushiro thrust deeper, his voice rough and low in your ear. “Tell us what you need. We’ll give you everything.”

Shunsui bit your neck, grinning against your pulse. “That’s right, baby… take both of us. Let us ruin you together.”

Jushiro’s voice trembled with restraint as he rocked into you again, deep and slow. “So warm… so tight. I don’t think I’ll last long like this.”

“Then let’s make her come first,” Shunsui rasped, licking a stripe up your throat before whispering. “Let’s hear her scream our names.”

Jushiro brought a hand down to your belly, pressing gently to feel the outline of his cock inside you, buried deep. “She’s close… I can feel it. Come for us, sweetheart. Let go.”

They were everywhere—inside you, around you, devouring you. Their cocks rubbed against each other with every thrust, the pressure mounting until it was impossible to hold on any longer.

Their voices overlapped—raw, hungry, desperate: “Come for us.”

And then it hit you—your third orgasm crashing through you, so sharp and overwhelming it tore a scream from your throat. Your body arched between theirs, pussy clenching frantically around them both as you came, pleasure rippling through you in hard, pulsing waves.

Shunsui cursed under his breath, rhythm falling apart as your tight, wet heat squeezed him to the brink. “Gonna fill you up, sweetheart,” he groaned, hips snapping up as he came with a shuddering gasp—thick ropes of cum spilling inside you, warmth spreading as he buried himself deep.

Jushiro followed with a deep, broken moan, face buried in your neck as he spilled inside you too, his grip on your waist trembling with the force of it.

You collapsed between them—wrecked, bliss-drunk, and utterly full, your body trembling, water sloshing gently around your skin as it tried to cool the heat still radiating from within.

Their hands remained on you, soothing now. Shunsui’s fingers stroking up your spine. Jushiro’s lips brushing your shoulder as his arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

And between them, you could only melt, boneless and adored, carried in the calm after the storm.

And for the first time in ages, the Seireitei was quiet.

But you weren’t.

Not when heaven tasted like heat, and sin wore the faces of two captains.

author's note: just because jushiro is sick, doesn’t mean he's not a freak. also lmk if there is something i can improve on, smut is something im still experimenting with. alsoooo, suggestions for pairings are open!

[c-moon20-12]

Wake up, little girl

𓇬 kenpachi comes back to his quarters after a long day to find his girl already asleep, so he decides to wake her up, and have his way with her 𓇬

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❤︎ pairing: kenpachi zaraki x f reader : reader's physical appearance is relatively non-descriptive for inclusion, other than having hair (sry bald kings and queens)

< this filth was based off a dream i had and quickly wrote down while it was still fresh in my mind, there's no plot whatsoever but i do want to thank my subconscious and the academy for my renewed yearning for kenpachi. word count: 1.6k >

warnings: 18+ smut. kids, don’t fucking read this. rough sex, crying, pet names, aftercare, safety’s off (raw)

The squad 11 barracks were still lively at a quarter to midnight, many of the squad members were still up, sparring, drinking and showing off their skills - a general rowdiness that was to be expected for a division comprised entirely of men, aside from the lieutenant of course.

Their captain, cared little for the day-to-day activities of his squad, and left them to do as they pleased, with only one rule - as long as the noise didn't travel as far as his quarters or the other squad’s barracks, he didn't give a rat's ass what they did. The members all dutifully respected the single constraint their captain had given, and were quick to check on one another if the noise levels got too loud.

When Kenpachi finally returned to the barracks he felt cranky. It’d been an especially long day of mind-numbing tasks and meetings, which were not his specialty. He was a man of action, and days like this drained him of all his patience.

He stalked through the busy barracks hall, passing by members who moved swiftly to greet him. He paid them no mind. Instead, his focus remained on the feel of your reiatsu emanating from the captain’s quarters.

Leaving the squad barracks, and stepping outside to walk the short distance away to where the captain’s accommodations sat, the resounding noise from the squad faded away and he was left in the quiet stillness of the sereitei at night.

Early spring meant that the frogs were chirping and somewhere close by, a long-eared owl was hooting, but the ambience was lost on Kenpachi as he walked up to the house and slid back the shoji to your shared room.

Peering into the dim space, he could see you asleep on the futon, sprawled out on your back, the silk sheets pushed down to your waist.

For a big man, Kenpachi was very adept at moving silently when he wanted. He slipped inside, closing the shoji behind him without a sound. Slowly approaching the edge of the futon, he sat down.

His gaze was fixed to where your robe had slipped open at the front, enough to reveal the curve of your breasts and he watched with silent amusement as they rose and fell with your quiet, even snores.

So innocent and unaware of the predator hovered over you, he thought to himself. He felt his cock twitch beneath his robes, growing hard at the very thought, and he wasted no time to satisfy it.

He stretched out at your side, propping an elbow up to rest his head in his hand. His other arm reached over and traced the hem of your robe, pulling it open further. You shifted, subtly, but didn’t wake. He then reached up to cup your face, thumb brushing over your bottom lip before trailing his hand down your chest to grope one of your breasts. Again, you moved but didn’t wake.

Growing impatient, he pinched your nipple firmly, and you gasped, startled by the sensation. Your eyes flew open, and you moved quick to sit up, until you caught a glimpse of Kenpachi, stretched out lazily at your side, sharp teeth glinting in the dim light as he smiled devilishly at you. You stilled then, halfway sat up and breathing heavy, the haziness of sleep swiftly dissipating. Kenpachi chuckled.

“Did I scare you, princess?” He taunted. His touch softened, and he began to gently palm your breast, massaging away the residual sting of being pinched.

You closed your eyes and slid back against the futon, letting out a shaky breath as you relaxed again from his touch. You could feel heat immediately stirring in your core as he kneaded at your flesh.

“Silly little girl, doesn’t even know when she’s being watched…could’ve been anyone coming in here,” he purred, his gravely voice sent chills throughout your body as his fingers moved once more to toy with your abused nipple. You let out a breathy moan, arching up into his touch, and he chuckled again.

“Gonna need you to take off your robe, princess. My cock needs tending,” he ordered, and you moved quick to kick the sheets off of you completely, before shrugging out of the offending garment.

Kenpachi tossed off his captain's haori, his shitagi and kosodo, leaving him bare from the waist up, but didn’t bother to remove anything else. Instead, pushing the waistband of his hakama down just enough to free his cock.

Your legs parted invitingly as he moved to kneel between them, your eyes fixed on the trail of dark hair that began just below his naval. Following it down all the way to his cock, which was leaking eagerly against your belly, and your pussy clenched at the sight.

He reached a hand down, fingers blindly prodding at your entrance, feeling the small amount of arousal just beginning to pool there. He tutted disapprovingly.

“You’re not wet enough for me yet, girly,” he said, palm brushing against the curls at the top of your pussy as he cupped it roughly. Your cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and lust at his words.

“S-sorry Kenny,” you murmured. He leaned down till his nose brushed against yours, and you felt entirely at his mercy.

“Better be, cause now I’m gonna fix that,” he whispered. Your stomach fluttered with anticipation as you watched him spit in his palm and stroke himself, before swiping the head of his wet cock up and down your entrance.

Without warning, he pistoned his hips forward, pushing all the way inside you until he bottomed out. You let out a cry, hands flying up to grip his shoulders, your thighs pressing tightly against his sides. Your pussy ached with the sudden stretch, but at this angle you could feel the head of his cock press against that spot that made you see stars and you writhed, desperately trying to relax around him.

“Mhmmm, that’s it kitten, feel it, feel me,” he purred, relishing in the feeling of your body struggling to take him. His arm cradled your head, hand fisting in your hair, and he began to move.

Right away, his thrusts were brutal, and you sobbed out with each one, feeling him scrape against that spot inside you repeatedly, forcing your pussy to loosen up and drench his cock, right down to his balls, in a matter of minutes.

Soon, a thin sheen of sweat was coating you both, the wet sounds your pussy was making were obscene and you squirmed with embarrassment at the fact, but Kenpachi was loving it, howling with depraved excitement as he ravaged you.

“That’s better…. that’s how I like this pussy, crying for me…” he praised, the hand that was tangled in your hair moved down to wrap around your throat. You moaned his name, locking your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper with each thrust.

“Kiss me…kiss me,” you pleaded, your hands coming up to cup his face. He obliged you, leaning down to kiss you hungrily.

You tightened around him once more, as his thrusts drove you towards an orgasm, and the hand on your throat slid down your body to rub your clit. Your hands fisted in his hair and you moaned against his mouth as you tipped over the edge and came hard on his cock.

He pulled away from you just enough to look down at your blissed out form, laughing maniacally as you spasmed around him, your hands moving to clutch desperately at the mattress, rocking fervently against him. Your broken moans were music to his ears.

His savage thrusts only increased as he chased his own high now. His hand left your overstimulated clit and smacked against the meat of your hip, holding you tightly against him as he fucked into you deeper, dragging out your orgasm brutally.

His repeated thrusts against that sweet spot made your vision go white, your body going into overdrive, and you felt as if it would never stop. Until finally, he pressed deep inside you, spilling into you with a loud groan. Your legs stayed hooked around his waist, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him as you both breathed in ragged breaths.

Your body continued to squeeze his, pulsing in the aftershocks of your intense orgasm, and you felt yourself begin to sniffle, tears welling up in your eyes. Soon enough, you were sobbing quietly against him.

“Aww baby,” Kenpachi cooed, gently snaking an arm around you. He lifted you off the mattress, moving to kneel as he did.

He sat up and pulled you into his lap, your bodies still joined. His other hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as you shook in his arms. It was a fairly common occurrence for you, crying after such an intense release.

The first time it happened it freaked him out, thinking he’d done something wrong, until you explained between sobs it was just something you did. The physical release was also an emotional one for you.

Eventually, he learned to get used to it, and knew exactly how to comfort you each time. It showed a surprisingly soft side of him, a privilege that only you got to enjoy.

He held you and whispered softly to you, pressing kisses to your temple and cheeks until your sobs subsided and you sat weak and pliant in his arms, feeling safe and content.

Only then did he pull himself out of you, laying you back against the futon. He then disappeared briefly, and when he returned, the feeling of him brushing a warm wet cloth between your legs had you humming in contentment. After cleaning you up, he finally laid down beside you and pulled you against his chest.

It was quiet in the captain's quarters, safely tucked in Kenpachi’s arms. You fell into a deep, blissful sleep. 

[c-moon20-12]

୨୧﹕fem!reader, ichigo obsessed with ur panties...

ichigo’s always been a little intense, the kind of boy who can’t help but loom over you, who talks with that low growl in his throat that sends chills down your spine. but you don’t notice the way his gaze lingers, the way his nostrils flare when you walk by, the way his eyes darken when you’re in that short skirt or those tight shorts.

what you really don’t notice is the way he’s obsessed with your panties.

it starts small—just the occasional stolen glance when you’re changing, his hand lingering on your waist as he helps you “straighten your uniform,” his eyes dropping to the curve of your hips, the soft cotton peeking out. but it’s not enough.

one afternoon, you’re sitting in his room, cross-legged on his bed, your skirt riding up just a little too high. you’re babbling about your day, not realizing how hard he’s breathing, how his fingers curl into fists every time your thigh shifts.

then you stretch—innocent, careless—and he sees a flash of your panties. white with a tiny bow. his throat goes dry.

“cute,” he mutters, almost to himself.

you giggle, oblivious. “what?”

“nothing,” he says, but he can’t look away.

when you leave to use the bathroom, he can’t help himself. he moves to the edge of the bed where you were sitting, fingers brushing over the indent in the blanket where your ass had been. he breathes deep—he can still smell your shampoo, that soft, sweet scent.

and that’s when he sees them. peeking out of your bag. a spare pair of panties—lace-trimmed, baby pink.

his cock twitches.

he picks them up, holding them like they’re something holy. he imagines them stretched across your hips, tight and soft, covering that sweet pussy he’s already claimed so many times.

he brings them to his nose.

fuck.

they smell like you—warm, clean, faintly sweet. he breathes deep, cock already hard in his jeans, pressing against the zipper.

he’s obsessed.

he doesn’t even mean to—he can’t help it—but he drags his tongue along the soft cotton, tasting the ghost of you, groaning under his breath.

when you come back, he’s sitting back on the bed, the panties tucked away in his pocket, his heart pounding in his throat.

you don’t notice the way his eyes devour you. the way he adjusts himself as you chatter on, oblivious to the filthy thoughts running through his head.

at night, he thinks about them—how they’d feel tight in his fist while he fucks you from behind, how your sweet moans would sound if he stuffed them in your mouth to keep you quiet.

he starts asking you to wear them more. “wear those pink ones for me,” he says casually. “they look so good on you.” and you blush, not knowing how he plans to steal them the second he can.

when you’re not around, he buries his face in them, jerks himself off to the thought of your pussy wrapped up in that soft cotton, so perfect and pretty.

[c-moon20-12]

Cat and Mouse (Day Two: Beach day)

Pair: Kurotsuchi Mayuri x f!reader

CW: piercing play, power dynamic, slight exhibitionism, fingering, degradation kink.

Summary: You're almost ready to return to work in the 12th Division, but you just have to pass Captain Kurotsuchi's final check. Can your heart handle the journey to the human world? Probably. Will it beat out of rhythm when your soul is transferred to a gigai? Probably not. But can it handle the sudden burst of attention from your captain? Who knows?

Word count: 2,737.

A/n: Hi there! Fanfic writes itself, don't look at me! This chapter is full of filth, and I can't (and won't) help myself. I don't know why I see Mayuri like this in my head. Let's just call it my headcanon. Or Reader just has an unrivaled talent for pissing him off. Please, enjoy!

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Your eyebrows rise involuntarily in surprise. You run your eyes over the text printed on the official letter with the seal. No, you read it correctly: in order to return to your duties in the 12th Division, you must first spend a day on the seashore in the human world, accompanied by someone of higher rank than you. And since the captain himself performed your surgery, he will have to accompany you for observation.

The complex official language of the document explains this condition by the need to make sure that your new heart will allow you not only to move between worlds without consequences for your health, but also to withstand the stress of moving your soul to the gigai and back. Yes, for such a check there is no need to go to the beach, but the sea air should have a calming effect on your nervous system, and therefore, protect your new modified heart. Behind the canvas of ornate explanations there was something simple and clear: you are going to the beach accompanied by Captain Kurotsuchi.

Oh, you have no doubt that the report for this “business trip” has already been filled out and signed. It is unlikely that he will actually test whether your heart can withstand the transition to the human world. He knows that it can. No, he has decided to play with you. And you will gladly accept the challenge.

Folding the document in half, you cannot help but smile. The scene changes, but the game continues. It’s good that you already have the perfect swimsuit for this trip.

The mirror in your bedroom is impartial. It does not judge or evaluate. It reflects reality as it is. And allows you to see what becomes noticeable only from the outside point of view. You stand in front of the mirror in a modest, at first glance, one-piece swimsuit of a bright blue color. No deep neckline, the line of the bodice runs right under your collarbones. The wide straps sit firmly in place, not trying to slip off and reveal too much to the eyes. The bottom is chastely covered, leaving nothing for greedy glances. The dense fabric tightly hugs your chest, holding it in place. Your nipples do not show through the dense material. But...

With each deep breath you take, the fabric on your chest stretches, pressing on your pierced nipples, sending a wave of mild pain throughout your body. And this is in addition to the usual friction of the fabric on sensitive flesh. This alone is enough to kindle a fire of desire in you, but that's not all.

You know perfectly well that this swimsuit has one “flaw”: when wet, the fabric becomes see-through. Simply put, as soon as you dive into the ocean, your dirty little secret will be revealed to the entire beach. And this thought made your knees buckle in sweet bliss.

You could only imagine how the captain would react to this. With what sharp, cruel words he would drive you mad. You thought that his cold, intense gaze alone would be enough to wet the fabric of your swimsuit without you having to dive into the water.

When you reached the dimensional gate, Captain Kurotsuchi was already waiting for you, accompanied by a pair of shinigami who were maintaining the gate, although there were still several minutes left before the appointed departure time. However, he was clearly displeased.

“Here you are,” he clicked his tongue in irritation and waved his hand in your direction, as if urging you on. “It’s not very polite to keep your captain waiting.”

“Perhaps your watch is running fast, Kurotsuchi-sama? There are still 8 minutes left until the appointed departure time to the human world,” you said, looking at your watch, your voice full of innocence. The shinigami holding the Gate open glanced nervously at each other, unsure whether to be delighted by your courage or terrified by the wrath of the 12th Division captain. His eye twitched at your impudence.

You walked up to him as if nothing had happened and stood next to him, waiting for permission to pass through the Gate. In a quiet, even voice that was filled with menace, the captain spoke so that only you could hear:

“Apparently, before returning to duty - if I allow it, of course - you will have to take the course of ethics at the workplace again.”

You answered just as quietly and calmly:

“Will you take the course with me, captain? I don’t think it’s very ethical to spend Gotei 13 and Soul Society funds to relax on the beach with your subordinate under the pretext of work.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the captain's jaw muscles twitching with barely contained rage. You were walking on very thin ice. And enjoying it.

Mayuri waved his hand impatiently at the shinigami, forcing them to hurry with the Gate. And when it finally opened, he grabbed your wrist tightly, as if you could suddenly change your mind and run away, and dragged you forward, into the Gate, which you passed quickly and silently. And without any complications for your modified heart.

The Gate led you to a small house hidden from prying eyes near the beach. There, prepared gigais were already waiting for you.

Your gigai was an exact copy of you. The same face, the same body. Even the moles on the skin even in the most hidden places were identical. You could only guess how it was possible to make a vessel so close to the original.

Captain Kurotsuchi's gigai was... different. He looked almost like a normal living person: his bronze skin was not covered in layers of white and black paint; his ears were not modified devices that amplify hearing a hundredfold; his hair, although unnaturally blue, framed his face in falling strands, not styled in an eccentric hairstyle; even his clothes were quite civilized, ordinary, trivial.

“So as not to stand out among mortals,” the captain snorted, noticing your dumbfounded look.

You couldn't take your eyes off him. Captain Kurotsuchi looked so different. There was something unnatural about his “normal” appearance. Something frightening. You would think that his eccentric outfits and peculiar “war paint” would have caused such an effect, but over the years of working under him, you had become so accustomed to his appearance that it began to instill in you a feeling of comfort and security, rather than nervousness and confusion. Feelings that everyone who met the captain for the first time experienced.

The beach was not crowded. A few pensioners walking along the surf line, couples with children playing in the sand, a group of schoolchildren accompanied by exhausted teachers. And you, an unremarkable couple of people strolling along the wet sand. You could pass for anyone: friends, relatives, passionate lovers ... The last thought made you giggle. Which caught the captain's attention.

“What's so funny?” he asked, looking at you with curiosity hidden under a mask of irritation. 

“Oh, nothing, Kurotsuchi-sama. I just remembered how you had to write a fancy letter to the Gotei 13 just to ask me out on a date.”

“Have you hit your head lately? Eaten something bad? Or caught a brain-melting infection? You can’t possibly be so cheeky with me?”

You shot Mayuri a quick, assessing glance, trying to figure out if he was really mad at you, or just following some unspoken rule of the game you’d made up. His jaw was clenched, his brows were drawn together, his lips were pressed into a thin, angry line. But there was a twinkle in his golden eyes.

You were like a cheeky little mouse teasing a well-fed cat. He doesn't need to eat you, you're just a bite for him, and so he just watches with curiosity as you jump around, lightly nibbling on him. For him, it's just entertainment. And for you, it's an adrenaline rush.

“Cheeky? Me? Absolutely not, Captain Kurotsuchi. But, you know, if you wanted to admire me in a swimsuit, you could have just politely asked.”

From the sudden silence that followed, you realized that you had finally crossed the line of what was permitted. You turn around and see his cold face and hot, impatient gaze. He grabs your wrist and drags you further along the beach, to a rocky ledge behind which you are hidden from prying eyes.

Mayuri presses his back against the rock and with a deft movement turns you around so that your back is to him. His hot palm tightens on your neck, just below your jawline, and his other hand pulls you close, pinning your arms to your sides. For a moment, you're amazed that such a slender body can contain so much strength. You can barely move, there's no way to break free. Not that you really want to.

Mayuri tilts your head back, hooking his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. You look and drown, burning in an ocean of molten gold. He sees something in your expression that sends a shiver of deep satisfaction through his entire body. He lowers his head and captures your lips in a hot, harsh kiss.

Instead of a gentle caress, an act of possession. Instead of the warmth of a kiss, the heat of a brand. Instead of a lover's passion, a possessive madness.

His long tongue slips into the depths of your mouth as your lips parts. As if marking his domain, he nimbly glides across your palate, his tongue glides across your teeth and enters into a fight with yours. Your head is foggy, the only thought is beating like an alarm in your brain, flooded with a hormonal cocktail: “Captain Kurotsuchi’s tongue is practically in my throat.”

If he hadn’t pressed you to himself, you would have collapsed onto the sand. Your legs can’t hold you up at all, your breathing is ragged, your eyes roll back in bliss under his furious onslaught. Forgetting everything else in the world, you moan right into his mouth, gutturally, loudly, desperately.

With a mocking grin, Kurotsuchi breaks the kiss and examines your face.

“Come on, moan louder. So that the whole beach will know what a desperate slut you are. Ha-ha, just look at yourself!”

Hot fingers gently stroke the line of your jaw, a thumb slides over your swollen, wet from your mixed saliva lower lip. But behind the biting words and the evil grin, he can’t hide such an unusual for the captain tenderness that splashes in his gaze. The delight in his eyes lights a fire in you. And you close your eyes, surrendering to the power of a furious storm of ecstasy.

The grip on your jaw suddenly tightens, Kurotsuchi shakes your head, and you blink in confusion, trying to understand why you were forced to emerge from the sweet bliss.

“Look at me when I talk to you!” he hisses in your face, but his face does not distort with anger, it still glows with delight. “Not a drop of intelligence in your eyes. Probably not a single coherent thought left in this empty head of yours, huh? And I just played with you a little. Ha-ha-ha. I need to check if your brains have leaked out.”

The fingers on your face unclench, and a hot palm slides down your neck, squeezing tightly, powerfully, so that your toes curl. A satisfied laugh sounds above your ear, and his hand slides lower, past your collarbones to your chest. He squeezes your breasts mercilessly, squeezing your pierced nipples through the thick fabric, scratching your piercings with the tips of his nails. 

An eternity passes before he has played enough with your chest. Everything pulsates, hurts sweetly and aches. You bite your lips, trying to hold back moans. And you can’t hold on at all to your legs, which are sliding apart on the wet sand.

Without ceremony, he covers your core with his palm through the fabric of your swimsuit and squeezes, digging his fingers into your heated flesh.

“So hot,” he does not hold back an admiring comment. And you only close your eyes in response, spreading your legs so that it is more convenient for him to paw you. Like a desperate slut. His slut.

Mayuri is so mesmerized by the warmth of your cunt, seeping through the thick material of the swimsuit, that he does not comment on your movements. He only moves the gusset of the swimsuit to the side, sliding his fingers between your wet folds.

“Ah, here it is. Your brains are leaking after all, and I think I found where they are leaking from.”

The captain laughs softly, and you just push your hips towards his palm, hoping to get at least a little relief from the friction of his fingers on your pulsating clit. You feel how wet you are for him. You have never been so excited. You are literally leaking, and you can’t help yourself. And most importantly - you don’t want to. You want this to continue, to never end. You want to be his toy, his slut, his whore. Anything, as long as he continues to touch you. If only he would lash you with his evil words again and again, making your head spin. If only he would never let go of you.

You can't stop moving your hips, feeling the release coming. The orgasm is approaching you so fast, so quickly and it promises to be so strong that your eyes go dark.

“How impatient. Are you so happy that your captain is finally touching you that you're already cumming? Huh? Desperate dirty slut, rubbing your dripping cunt against my fingers, forgetting about everything else in the world. A few steps from the public beach where kids build sand castles, you're getting off on your captain's fingers like a cheap whore.”

You moan loudly, unable to contain the pleasure that covers you completely. Your mouth opens in a silent scream, your eyes squeeze shut, and your whole body convulses. Every muscle in your body is straining to the limit and pulsating in ecstasy. You feel so deafeningly good that you forget to breathe. And only when your lungs begin to burn from lack of oxygen, you take your first noisy breath and go limp in your captain's arms.

When the world finally returns to you, you realize that Mayuri is still holding your limp body in his arms, pressing his cheek to your sweat-dampened temple. And for a while, you allow yourself to enjoy the peace of this moment. The quiet and silent closeness. Until your breathing evens out, and your legs regain the ability to hold your body upright.

The captain's grip weakens when he realizes that you will not collapse like a sack on the ground as soon as he lets go, and you turn to face him. For a while, you silently look into each other's eyes, and you boldly reach forward for a kiss. And you get what you want.

There is no desperate passion in this kiss, it is slow, calm, even a little lazy. Your hands hesitantly but purposefully slide down his torso, to the waistband of his trousers. You also want to give him pleasure, although you doubt that your caresses will have at least half the same powerful effect on him.

Suddenly the captain intercepts your palms and puts your hands behind your back, biting your lower lip.

“Where are we sticking our naughty little hands? Who gave you permission, huh?” In response, you only remain silent, embarrassed. “The right to touch me needs to be earned. Do you think you deserve it?”

“No?” you mumble uncertainly, a little confused. 

“Look, she’s not completely brainless yet. True, my dear, you don't deserve it. Yet. But don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be honored very soon.”

In response, you just smile stupidly, basking in the rays of his uncharacteristically warm gaze. A few moments later, Mayuri lets go of your hands.

“Now get yourself together.” His gaze moves down your body and stops at your lower abdomen, as if hinting at where exactly you need to get yourself in order. “We should go back. It's getting dark, and I still need to run some tests. What? Did you really think this was just a date on the beach?”

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[c-moon20-12]

First night with arranged marriage Shunsui! Like proper sensual, slow 🫣🫣😮‍💨😮‍💨😩😩🥵🥵

Smut. Nsfw. This was our joint confession. Not a Drabble oops.

Forgot to mention: inspired by this by @r473n

And inspired by this by @saltychonk

Warning: Age gap (reader is 20-30), arranged marriage.

Your first night as his wife.

You sat on his bed, your veil still covering the intimate details of your mysterious face. The room was quiet, dimly lit by a single flickering oil lamp in the corner. A sweet aroma tickled your nose under the veil. That sweet scent came from your husband.

He stood by the door, his formal attire striped away at those most convenient of time. All he wore was his raw strength decorated by a patch of damp hair that sat on his chest and trailed down his abdomen only to be tucked away by a towel that hung loose around his waist. His hair was set loose, beads of water slipping from the ends and joining the moisture already clinging to his chest, deepening the sheen of heat and bathwater that lingered on his skin.

He took a step forward, and your body instantly tensed at his approach. He could tell you were shy and nervous—and he found it all the more endearing.

He had yet to see your beautiful face without the veil. He got a little glimpse through the fabric during the ceremony and he was content with what he witnessed.

Even if he wasn’t, he had no choice. This was a marriage set by the nobles to restore balance and possible conflict amongst the lesser clans. It was already speculated that Shunsui would become the next head captain once the stubborn old man finally retired. And so he had become a precious pawn and you were the fated one to become his queen.

Pushing bureaucracy and politics aside, he didn’t mind to settle down with a beautiful wife. The marriage was rushed and so he did not have a chance to meet you in advance. Even though he captured a small glimpse of your face, he still wanted to peel that veil off and claim you as his.

The mattress dipped slightly as he sat beside you. Your heart hammered against your chest, and you flinched instinctively when his fingers grazed your head, reaching for the veil.

He stopped at that moment to give you a chance to shake off the jitters.

“Nervous?”, he asked with a calm whisper.

You nodded your head. Of course you were nervous. This marriage was rushed and you didn’t have time to even process who you were going to marry. It wasn’t until you sat beside him at the ceremony, the faint scent of sandalwood took you back to your teenage years.

He tried again, but with a different approach.

His hand slipped beneath the veil, his fingers coming to rest under your chin. This time, you did not flinch. He tilted your head upward, guiding your gaze to meet his for the second time. The pad of his thumb brushed gently along your cheek, and your body leaned forward, melting beneath his tender touch.

“Can we try again?”, he asked, his voice so gentle it made you look fragile.

“Yes”, you replied, your angelic voice gave him goosebumps that spread across his hairy arms.

He was careful not to startle you and took it very slow. He was a very patient man despite fighting his own inner soul who wanted nothing more but to devour your virgin hole.

He finally lifted the veil, and in time, your clothes followed. You laid there naked with cheeks burning, your forearm covered your eyes in an attempt to conceal your embarrassment.

He took hold of your wrist and gently peeled your forearm away to reveal your pretty face once more. He leaned forward, his wet body now pressing against yours and he attempted to plant a kiss on your sweet lips. But watching you squirm, he paused once more.

“Not ready?”

“It’s not that”, you replied, not wanting to disappoint and you looked away, the guilt written all over your face.

Shunsui pulled away, taking the warmth with him as he retreated for the night.

You quickly grabbed for his arm before he completely removed himself from your presence.

“I’m sorry”, you apologized, your mouth now dry. Oh you could really use that kiss to quench your thirst.

“No need to apologize, petal. We can always try again tomorrow”, he said with a smile that had your heart cry in sorrow.

“No please don’t go”, you begged, you tighten your grip around his wrist.

He laid back down next to you, his arm lazily resting on your bare waist.

“Can I ask you something?”, he said suddenly, breaking the long stretch of silence. “I know I’m quite older than you. Could it be, you don’t find me attractive?”

“No! That’s not it!” You were quick to deny and almost sat up from the absurdity.

“I see. Because if you want, I can shave off my chest hair incase that appeals to you more”, he suggested, knowing all too well how the younger women these days liked to see a well groomed and shaven man.

“No! Don’t you dare!”, you snapped, ready to claw at his chest and bury your face between his pecs.

He let out a soft chuckle from your adorable and priceless reaction.

“It’s just…” you continued , hesitating while finding a way to open your heart to someone you didn’t love yet.

“Spit it out my petal. Nothing will come from keeping secrets between us”. The back of his hand caressed your cheek, the grainy rough texture tickled your nerves, sending a lightening bolt straight down to your crotch. You squeezed your bare thighs together and he didn’t fail to notice.

“I’m not a virgin”, you reluctantly admitted.

“Oh!?” He was taken by surprise by your confession. Not what he expected.

You closed your eyes, thinking it was the end of your marriage before it had even been consummated. You had disappointed everyone— your family, the clan and this wonderful handsome man. You had failed to fulfill your duty: to serve as a tool for political stability.

Instead, you felt his gentle fingers trail under your chin, guiding your face back to his.

“You make it sound like I’m a saint”. There was a smile on his face, proudly so as he certainly enjoyed life to its fullest potential. “But I am ready to settle. Are you?” He had no right to ask who and how many had used you. The past didn’t matter now that you officially became his.

“Of course”. You answered quickly.

“You aren’t just saying that out of duty?” He tested you one last time, offering you a way out if you wanted to leave. “You really are attracted to me?”

“Of course! You may have never seen me but I’ve seen you on several occasions. This isn’t our first encounter you know!”

“Oh?”

“When I was a young teen you came to visit my family for some business. You have always been on my mind since then”. You explained, your fingers now brave enough to start travelling to his chest, feeling those patchy dry curls forming.

Shunsui wasn’t going to pretend he remembered you. That could have been decades ago—or even a hundred years ago. Many things had taken precedence in the time since.

“So was it love at first sight?!”, he teased, his lips now a breath away.

You were not going to answer that. Not today. All that mattered was that he was your husband and finally in your arms.

He definitely made love with you that night. He started off slow, treated you like a virgin. He kissed you all over and made you cum on his tongue. He penetrated you with care, whispering sweet praises and encouragement with only a moment of rest to pour him a refreshment.

The stars bowed to the blaze of dawn, you lay wrapped within his warm arms. A trail of his seed leaked between your legs, a reminder of the passionate night you finally shared together.

“How was your first time with the best, Mrs. Kyoraku?”

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i missed drawing him v_v

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Mayuri Kurotsuchi Headcannons

A/N: Thie fic itself is going to take a while (Uni started up again and I am Suffering) so to feed yall before the self-indulgent smut im going to write, here's some SFW and NSFW headcannons. NSFW (and NSFW contents + warnings) is below the cut!

Mayuri Kurotsuchi x Gn!Reader (but Fem!Reader mentioned for NSFW)

Warnings: Smut, general Mayuri insanity, Slight Yandere themes, mentions of minor surgery, goofy silly moods

SFW:

You and Mayuri tend to have a very argumentative relationship once you've been dating for a few years

In the beginning, he was very possessive but also distant

He was very in denial that he felt anything, but he opened up after a while

You two have lots of arguments over morals and people

He believes that as long as you're safe, everything is fine

You're just trying to tell him that yes, you're safe. But the damned shinigami noble on the table getting a second heart because they paid for a years worth of funding is definitely not at that particular moment.

Hes often rude and blunt, but he means it in a good way. He'll often sound disinterested, but if you ask him about what you were talking about, he'll repeat it word for word and ask if you're going to continue or if he can keep working.

His version of being sweet is showing you his Lans and creations, but keeping you close my his side, his long nail always touching you if he needs to move forward or a little further away to show you something

Has definitely tried to show you how to dissect something odd, like another shinigami he picked up stole from the 4th Division. Needless to say, a fight broke out between you two, which ended with a scalpel and Akon both being thrown.

He also likes to have you sit on his lap while he's working.

Did he make a chair that he can sit in comfortably while you sit on his lap? Yes.

Does this chair have more comfort than any other chair in the 11th Division? Also yes.

Hes quite big on quality time you see, mixed with physical affection

Though some days, when he's more on edge than others, he'll opt to keep you in sight, but doesn't want to be touching you.

Like cuddling with you at night, when he can be bothered to sleep.

When he is very busy and can't make it to bed, he'll send Nemu with his regrets. He'd prefer to go himself, but it's far too busy.

He has contemplated installing a lavish, closed off, private, quadruple password locked room for you in his lab, just so he can see you easier, but he felt it may be too dangerous for you

He also enjoys seeing you chat with Nemu, though he does reprimand her if she gets too 'free' with you. Nemu is just happy her master is happy.

Nemu treats you like a mother. Yes I believe that Mayuri and Nemu are father daughter and not husband and wife come @ me. She enjoys going on "surveillance trips" with you (AKA walks around the Seireitei)

Moving on to nicknames and pet names, he doesn't really use them, but he does have clear favorites when he's in the mood. Baby and my dear are his go-tos if he feels mushy, but sweeting and rabbit are for his muh softer moments. He likes using rabbit as a teasing word. Not bunny, rabbit. He doesn't like bunnies.

He likes making sure you have things to do if you want to spend time alone, or if he's too busy.

His Captain's salary used to fully go towards funding the lab, but buying you things you want is also a good use of his money.

Hes never overstepped that particular boundary of excessive buying, though, especially if you're money conscious (all my people raised poor wya!)

Being with Mayuri is generally just an odd, but fun, if a little strained, time.

Tiny drabble:

It was cold today. You were bundled up as warmly as possible, attempting to not freeze before you go to Mayuri. You'd hoped to see him last night, you even stayed up far past your usual time, but Nemu poked her head around the corner and said that he'd regretfully be spending the night in the lab. You were welcome to join him, though.

You declined. It's been getting much colder, so you stayed in bed.

Now you wished you hadn't. You're tired and cold. A few Division members say hellos to you as you walk, and when you finally reach the lan, you see Mayuri in his chair, hunched over the console, looking at data.

"Nice of you to join me. Come, sit, now." He waved you over, not taking his eyes off the console. When you pause to wrap yourself up a little more, you hear the clacking of his fingers on the keys stop. "Sweeting, come here."

You forget about how cold you are and hurry on over. He's already leaning back in his seat, his hands away from his console, his brow irritated that he has to wait for you. You slide into his lap, and the smart chair registers that you're there. Another back pops up behind you, soft and squishy. But you opt to snuggle into Mayuri. His headpiece is a little annoying, but it's more endearing knowing you've seen what's underneath. That handsome face, alongside the soft lips that aren't covered with paint. He is finally able to get back to work, not saying another word.

That is, until he notices how many layers you're wearing.

"This lab has the best technology in the entire Soul Society, underfloor heating, and is warmed precisely so nobody is every distracted by the cold. If you're feverish or sick, go back to my room. I will provide you with warmth and a cure-all for your sickness." He doesn't look zt you just yet.

He feels a little insecure. How would you get sick? Is he not doing enough to keep you safe and healthy? Does he need to strengthen your immune system so he can spend more hours like this with you?

"I'm just a little cold, that's all." You reply gently. "There's nothing wrong with it. I'm not sick." Your reassurances did nothing to persuade him, but he supposed he could at least keep an eye on you while you're with him. At least you're with him. If you weren't, he have to take drastic measures to make sure you were. Nobody else was going to have you, that was for sure.

"Hmph. Fine." His clacking increased in speed. You closed your eyes, ready to finally cure the tired part of you, when you heard the clacking stop again and fabric wrap around you.

You opened your eyes to find he's wrapped his Captain's cloack around you, pulling you closer to him while also keeping you warm. The combination of his body heat the warmth of the cloak, and the renewed rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the keyboard fixed all your ills. The cold and your tiredness ebbed as you fell asleep in his arms, nestles close to him.

Despite the fact he was still working, he cursed you fot breaking his concentration. You were a little pest sometimes.

But at least you were his pest. He'd been working all night, after all... having you asleep with him, providing hum some much deserved affection as a reward for his hard work was worth it. After all, he was the most intelligent man in the Soul Society. He deserved to have a beautiful woman on his arm, in his arms, providing him with pesky emotions he didn't exactly not like, but rather enjoyed. He especially liked the strange fuzzy feeling he gets whenever he sees your peaceful sleeping face. What was that feeling called again?

NSFW:

a/n tried to keep it as gn!reader as possible, but there is ONE mention of a womb and pregnancy. (I fully believe Mayuri would give a biological male a working uterus and womb just to get them pregnant though)

WARNINGS: Sex toys, marking, nipple play, slight exhibitionism, breeding kink, degrading, power play, mentions of branding, mentions of knifeplay, semi-public sex, creampies, mentions of cock, womb mention/s (f!reader), masturbation, implied yandere in drabble

So, he likes toys.

Hes even made them for you.

Vibrating dildos in the shape of his cock to keep you coming while he's not there.

Vibrating panties that are so silent you can't hear it when you're right next to them.

A little toy kind of like the rose toy, except it's unsettlingly like his actual tongue

Needless to say, he's got you covered while he's away

When he's with you?

RIP.

Throwing it out there: he's a scientist. He's made his dick bigger. We've all seen how he carries Ashisogi Jizo. BDE.

So: 8.5 inches (cut, he likes to be clean) he keeps it unpainted (most of the time) and his balls are clean shaven, having slightly low. Good girth on him, enough to be somewhat of a stretch but not unpleasant. Really good hygiene down below too.

Anyway, he likes to study your reactions

The first few time you had sex, all he did was watch you. He even took notes.

You can't find the notes he took but you're sure that if you can't, nobody else but he can.

He's memorized your weakest, spongy spots

knows you live having your nipples sucked and licked and gently pulled.

those first few times were just you orgasming over and over and over again

loves biting. Marking is a big thing for him, as it shows that you belong to him.

Doesng like to mark with you cum though, as he feels it's a waste

Breeding kink? No

Hatred of wasting perfectly good seed with the potential to grow a genius nearly at his level within your womb? ✨️yes✨️

Is a more dominant man in bed, though likes to power bottom if you really want to ride.

The few times he's properly subbed for you, he didn't mind it, but he'd rather not

You made your sexual boundaries clear, but he's always asked permission to test them. A small brand he healed and got rid of here, a few interesting nights with knifeplay there...

Mayuri may be off the rails, but he'd do anything to keep you by his side. He knows your boundaries, and he knows his.

Moving on, he loves to degrade you.

Filthy slut, naughty whore, stupid bitch, and little cumdumpster seem to be his favorites

He loves the risk of being caught, as he loves the risk of you being humiliated

But he always makes sure you're never caught.

You'd be in an alley way, his cock thrusting in and out like a piston, one leg hoisted into the air, the cold air hitting your most sensitive part while he uses you like a toy, his other hand gripped firmly under your chin to tilt your head back to look at him.

You're dripping everywhere, the sounds of his dick going in and out of you something so lewd and pornographic you can't even contain your moans.

"You'd like to be caught, wouldn't you, you little whore? Go on, cum then, give the men who will walk past something to lick up and stare at."

When you cum, he shoves two fingers in your mouth, causing you to choke a little. He doesn't stop his hips, but you can feel your eyes rolling as he keeps abusing that sweet, sensitive spot inside you

Without warning, he's all the way in, his tongue running down your neck to bite the junction between your shoulder and neck as he cums deeply inside you.

Theres always a lot of it, to the point where it's almost like hes got years worth just stored there (even though your sex life is somewhat regular)

Oh yeah. I don't think Mayuri has a high sex drive, per se, I just think he likes to be close with you. Any chance he gets, he's like to be spending quality time with you and touching you in some way, and sex is quite good for that.

aftercare is pretty odd tbh

"You did better than I thought you would."

he generally likes to hold you close, and uses his captains hoari to wipe you down, if you want to be wiped down.

not many kisses, but he'll talk about the most insane things (i.e, how exciting it would be to study Ichigo Kurosaki, how annoying Captain Shunsui is, nitpicking over Akons work in the lab) quietly to help you get to sleep

once you're asleep, that's when the real aftercare starts

If your an afab, as much as he hates wasting it, he gives you a little injection to prevent his seed from taking hold in your womb

because of course, he's modified his semen to bypass any and all forms of birth control

after that, he cleans himself up, becayse he actually hates feeling sticky (as fun as it all was, that's one of his few icks when it comes to sex) he gets all the cum, the bodypaint, the sweat, and blood (if there is any) off before going back to bed

lastly, he'd make sure the bed was comfortable enough for him to settle down into, and he cuddles with you for as long as he can before either morning comes or he has to go back to work

he likes to cage you to him while you sleep, making sure you really can't escape

Tiny nsfw drabble:

His mouth devoured yours, much like how a lion would devour it's first meal in days. In the tiny corner of the lab, a hidden room long covered over but with no dust on any surface- he must have planned this, you think -he presses you against the wall, kissing you with such passion yet such possessiveness, you wonder if this is how the moon feels knowing the sun chases her. Knowing such heat is so close, yet only the sun can demand when you shine from it.

Everything in your mind turned into mush as he shoved you further against the wall, the pommel of Ashisogi Jizo pressing into your stomach, pushed a little further out than normal from his hard cock, still confined into his pants.

You tried. You really did. You knew his rule -"No touching until I tell you," -but it was so hard to abide by when you hadn't had him in over a week. It had been so busy, what with his newest big project...

So your hands moved to the front of his hakama, gently cupping his growing bulge through the fabric. You were rewarded so kindly for your disobedience, with a low growl from him and a hand flying to your throat to stop you from moving anymore, but the gentle grinding of his clothed cock against your hand. His lips nipped at yours and when you opened your mouth to gasp, he slipped his tongue inside, Ashisogi Jizo pressing painfully into your stomach as he leaned his entire body against you, quite desperate now to relieve himself of how hard he was. When he took his hand away from your neck, for a brief moment you had perfect clarity, and realized he wasn't going to punish you today.

Mayuri needed you. Over a week of yearning, battling himself and working so hard for his projects costs and hard work to pay off, he deserved to just stop talking. He deserved to not have to speak, to not say any words or make any sound. He just needed you.

The air was hot as you two writhed. His needs were coming and coming fast, much before yours, but when he dipped his head to bite and suck on your neck, his headpiece digging into your jaw, if felt as if you were about to orgasm just from that.

His hands were rough, pawing at your waist and ass, as if he could tear off your clothes and skin and get to the bones underneath, and make messy, bloody, raw love to your insides. Mayuri was a mess, to the point where he himself, who prided himself on his sharp mind and ability to be clear-headed through anything, began just desperately thrusting his clothes cock into your hand.

Your moans and little gasps when he kept attacking your neck with his lips and teeth, his body pain leaving marks of his lips all over your skin, but not marks like he loves to give, bruises formed by his lips that both adored and condemned you. Lips that lied and manipulated and coerced you into staying once, lips that now tried to make up for all lost time.

As soon as Mayuri found that sensitive spot on your neck- he didn't go straight for it this time, odd... -you scrambled wit your hands to pull down his hakama pants and grabbed ahold of his bare cock. The fleshy hardness of it, the girth, and the length... you couldn't do it alone, but he would help you out. He groaned into you neck, the second sound he's made since he dragged you into this small, abandoned room, pleased with you. He began thrusting, sloppily, into your hands, as you tilted your head back as he kept on kissing and marking your neck. One of his hands moved to paw at your chest, blindly reaching into your shihakusho to toy with one of your nipples as his tongue lapped at your neck.

You're breathy moans and whines, mixed alongside his occasional grunts, echoed in the room, and despite the locked door, he selfishly wished he'd dragged you anywhere else, just so nobody would hear you but him.

At the reminder to himself that you were his, his alone, and his until he chose to discard you (which he would never do), he grunts then exhales from the back of his throat, his cum coating your hands. He slowed his thrusts down, he stopped kissing your neck so hungrily, and he withdrew his hand from the inside of your shihakusho. His breathing was heavy still, and he looked at you with half lidded eyes filled with fire.

You felt a pull in your gut as his cock, which had been softening ever so slightly, hardened again. Mayuri kissed your neck softly, featherlight, before pulling his head back, but he didn't move his hips, or try to escape the grasp your hands had on his dick.

"You're not going to waste the next few, are you, my dear?" His voice is husky, raw with emotion. The look in his eyes reminds you of a man starved, a softly boiling rage born from need of something just beyond his reach. Mayuri leans forward to brush his lips against yours, his long nail on his right hand slowly tracing down the front of your disheveled shihakusho, opening it for his eyes and his eyes only. To see your skin, unmarred for over a week, displayed before him...

"I won't."

Your voice breaks him from his thoughts, and his gaze flicks to yours again. He grins, a predator, a man who will take what he needs to soothe his hunger.

"Good. On your knees then, and don't be wasteful."

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ꨄ︎ Mayuri Kurotsuchi Headcanons ꨄ︎

warning: smut, explicit content and language, mdni 18+

Mayuri obviously loves nothing more than to fuck you in his laboratory. He would lazily sit on his chair guiding your movements while he also does some work on his computer. If he notices you slowing down he would take control, flipping you over on his desk and pounding your wet pussy to show you how a real fuck is.

Mayuri is cruel as fuck. He would make experiments on you while you lay naked on his laboratory bed. Not the inhuman ones like he does on his test objects but experiments to find all your sweet spots and more ways to give you even more pleasure and orgasms. He is just fascinated by your beautiful body and he would stimulate you in every way possible.

Mayuri his Dick is probably an average size. 17-19 cm. It’s thick and has a pretty form and shape. He definitely doesn’t cares about shaving but he doesn’t have much hair already naturally. Yes, his hair is blue. :)

Mayuri has many kinks. But really crazy ones like tying you up with chains on the ceiling of his laboratory, inflicting different kind of pain on you and testing different serums and other things to see how your body and your already soaked pussy reacts to them. Let’s just say he has a thing for bdsm and sadistic stuff like that.

Mayuri loves to fuck your pussy with his wet tongue, his long fingers gliding in and out your wet hole. His tongue laps over your sensitive clit, teasing you and making you absolutely go crazy for more. Your hands are tied up so you don’t even dare to push him away, he needs his fill from you and he won’t stop until you squirt all over his face. He also loves to take pictures afterwards of your wet pussy fully smeared with his face paint, as he made a new beautiful painting out of you again.

Mayuri is not really the affectionate kind of guy but whenever he sees you talking to other men, especially other male captains he can’t help but take a possession over you. He would go around and threat everyone to not go near you again, otherwise they would have to deal with him and them maybe being his new experiment.

Mayuri loves to fuck you in doggystyle. He loves how your ass bounces back on his cock while he relentlessly pistons into you, hitting your sweet spot like a crazy psychopath. He laughs menacingly while he yanks you up by a fistful of your hair roughly, smacking your cheek so you won’t pass out on him. Notice: You did pass out, his crazy fucking style is just yeah absolutely motherfucking crazy and like no other.

Mayuri is very sensitive on his tip. If you tease him with your fingers or flicking your tongue over it, he is in Heaven. When giving him head he definitely likes you deepthroating him. The sloppier, the better. He definitely is that type of guy to push you down on him to make you gag. And don’t hold back, he loves to see you tearing up and being a drunken mess on his cock till he spills his cum into your pretty mouth.

Mayuri breeds you whenever he is jealous. Fucking you in every direction to show you who you belong to and then fucking his load of cum deep into your womb, painting your walls white leaving you utterly spent and satisfied.

Mayuri has a humiliation and degradation kink. But not for him, for you!! He loves it seeing you on your knees on a pretty leash like his own sweet little pet. Degrading you, calling you a slut and more worse than that. He humiliates you in every fucking way and he enjoys every second of it. <3

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ᰔᩚ Bleach Men and their sexual Kinks ᰔᩚ

warning: smut, explicit content and language, 18+mdni

featuring: kenpachi zaraki, aizen sosuke, shunsui kyoraku, mayuri kurotsuchi, jushiro ukitake, kisuke urahara, shinji hirako, grimmjow jaegerjaquez, byakuya kuchiki

Kenpachi Zaraki ꨄ︎ - Breeding Kink

Kenpachi loves to stuff your pussy full with his cum everytime he fucks you, so that’s on daily basis. It gives him pure satisfaction to see you dripping & being filled up with his sperm, the thought on making you pregnant? Yes, please give him a little heir.

Aizen Sosuke ꨄ︎ - Degradation & Humiliation Kink

Aizen loves to see his little girl trembling on her Knees, begging him to stop with tears in their eyes. He finds it satisfying when he sees you all submissively for him even though he humiliates you & degrades the shit out of you like calling you a whore and much more.

Shunsui Kyoraku ꨄ︎ - Role Play Kink

Shunsui loves to see you in many different sexy skimpy outfits. As a Nurse, a School girl, little devil, you fucking name it. He would also dress up in anything you want him to dress up in return. He just loves to do role plays & getting to fuck you in different attires and characters.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi ꨄ︎ - Bondage Kink

Mayuri loves to do Bondage on you. With different types of ropes or chains, anything he can find in his laboratory. He is really kinky and also would do more than that, even some other different sadistic Bdsm kinks such as impact play.

Jushiro Ukitake ꨄ︎ - Praising Kink

Jushiro is such an sweet loving man, he loves it so much to praise you when he fucks you all nice and slowly. Prepare for many compliments on how good you take him, how beautiful you are and plus point if you praise him in return.

Kisuke Urahara ꨄ︎ - Exhibitionism Kink

Kisuke loves the thrill of pounding your sweet pussy in different open places. In the park behind a bush, in a restaurant toilet or even in an dark side alley. He doesn’t give a fuck if someone catches you, in fact that would spurn him up even more & he wouldn’t stop.

Shinji Hirako ꨄ︎ - Impact Play

Shinji loves to do impact play on you and when you also does it with him. He would sweet talk you through it and immediately stops when you have to much pain or feel uncomfortable. He likes to spank you especially and using different kinds of whips or nipple tweezers.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez ꨄ︎ - Katoptronophilia

Grimmjow loves it to pound your pretty cunt in front of a mirror. He enjoys seeing your shy & flustered reactions while he demolishes your poor pussy. He looks so hot when he gazes at you through the mirror, smirking while he pounds mercilessly into your pussy. Also loves to finger you, while he watches you through the mirror.

Byakuya Kuchiki ꨄ︎ - Orgasm Control

Byakuya is not a really kinky type. But he loves to control your orgasm and torturing you with it a tiny bit. Especially if you were a bad girl and deserve a good punishment. He would devour your pussy like a starved man, not letting you cum until he feels like you deserved it.

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Bleach men & how vocal they are (18+) 𐚁

warning: smut, explicit content & language, 18+mdni

Kenpachi Zaraki 𐚁

Kenpachi groans so deeply and guttural like an animal. His groans are raw and primal just like he is, but he also has no problem to let out some loud, shameless moans & grunts especially when he’s pumping his seed into you.

Shunsui Kyoraku 𐚁

Shunsui moans so fucking loudly. Totally unrestrained and not caring if anyone hears him, he shows you his pleasure with gusto. Every single sound you can even imagine comes out of his mouth, especially loud, shameless, deep moans.

Byakuya Kuchiki 𐚁

Byakuya is most of the time really silent. Sometimes you can hear some soft single gasps escaping his lips or occasional sharp intakes of breath, but when he’s about to cum he‘s a soft low moaner.

Aizen Sosuke 𐚁

Aizen also prefers being more silently, he rather shows you his pleasure with his actions instead of being vocal. Sharp in and exhales, soft gasping but when he comes he can’t help but let out unrestrained low grunts & growls.

Kisuke Urahara 𐚁

Kisuke has no problem at all in showing you how good he’s feeling. Loud moaning, high pitched groans and deep grunts. He also loves to do dirty talk with you, telling you all kind of filthy things into your ear.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi 𐚁

Mayuri is nearly all silent. He just lets out occasional rough low gasps or some shaky breaths. He rather prefers you being loud for him, showing him how much pleasure he is giving you turns him on.

Shinji Hirako 𐚁

Shinji is unrestrained loud as fuck. He does dirty talk with you, he moans loudly and high pitched. He groans raspily and he especially lets out shaky, loud grunts when he‘s close.

Jushiro Uktitake 𐚁

Jushiro moans so silently and softly, it sounds so beautiful. He lets out shaky hushed breaths and praises you all the fucking time. When he‘s close he moans softly and low into your ear.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez 𐚁

Grimmjow grunts and groans deep and roughly like the animal he is. He loves to growl deep into your ear, especially when he’s filling you up. It’s raw and intense and absolutely Porn Material.

Ulquiorra Cifer 𐚁

Ulquiorra is really silently. He barely shows any sign of his pleasure besides his actions. Some soft gasps or almost inaudible sighs escaping his lips though when he is close to climax.

Coyote Starrk 𐚁

Coyote is a deep low growler. He lets out raspy rough growls and low grunts and sometimes some soft or high pitched moans when he’s nearing his release.

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