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electronicwitchcollection · 6 months ago

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~*Aizawa smut*~

Finally, the result of the jealous poll is written! While I was writing it, I had another Aizawa request and realised that request fit better with what I was already writing 🫠 so I had to rewrite what I had written and then restart this from scratch 🙃

Anyway, here it is! The first thing I’ve written that’s not about Bleach 😂

Being a pro hero was hard. Teaching a class room full of overconfident, stubborn teenagers with quirks was harder. You loved it though, found it incredibly rewarding and your heart swelled seeing those young men and women bloom into the great heros they become under your guidance. But damn, it one hell of a journey to get them to that point. That's why you've found yourself accepting the offer to join the other faculty in one of their impromptu "Let's go to the bar and get drunk before those damn kids make me reevaluate wether or not it is worth not just becoming a villain and blowing up the damn school, children and all" or whatever it was Mic had said to convince you to join them.

After some delicate and calculated persuasion, you had convinced your partner to join you. Shota was a somewhat reserved and apathetic man. His tired appearance and preference to nap above all else gave him a rather cool and unbothered disposition. He wasn't one for social gatherings nor large crowds, preferring his own company or that of a small select few. Despite this, he begrudgingly agreed to accompany you to the gathering, if only to prevent any unwanted attention you may get, given the shortness of the dress you had decided to wear.

For his usual lethargic demeanour, he was infatuated with you. He loved you irrevocably. Shota could be supportive and incredibly sweet, but he had a possessive, jealous streak a mile wide that he hadn't been able to tame in all the time he has called you his. You saw the way his half laden eyes widened a fraction, darkening as he feasted on the unobstructed view of your thighs. Saw his fingers twitch at his sides, itching to reach out and remind you that you and your body belonged to him and him only. It had worked though, sighing as he rubbed a tired hand down his face, muttering that he'll go and change.

As the night progressed the alcohol flowed easily, doing its job to help you unwind and relax. Inhibitions lowered, you chatted happily with your co workers, reminiscing over past missions you had participated in before you all became teachers and swapping war stories of the children in your classes. The lights were dimmed, pulsing colours lighting up the small dance floor you could see, housing inebriated strangers sensually moving their bodies to the beat. You could feel the music vibrating through your body, tempting you with its intoxicating melody to sway with the rhythm.

As your hips moved beneath you, you felt a chill run up your spine. Eyes snapping up, they immediately fell on Shota, staring at you from across the room. Sat at the bar between Snipe and Vlad, paying no mind to their conversation, his entire attention was fixed on you. His legs were spread, intoxicatingly so, foot bouncing with restless energy. A small smirk appeared on his lips before he brought the bottle of beer he was nursing up to his mouth. Your mouth went dry at the sight, flush of heat rising through your body that had nothing to do with the alcohol..

"Let's dance!" Nemuri spoke into your ear to be heard over the music, snapping you out of your trance. It felt like somebody suddenly turned up the music, brightened the lights as you broke away from his predatory stare. Nodding happily you accepted her hand and allowed her to drag you from the table. Passing the bar you locked eyes with Shota. You held out two fingers to Nemuri as she turned at your sudden stopping, letting her know you'll join her soon. You slipped between Shots's open thighs, as he raised an amused eye brow.

Laying a hand on his thigh you leaned in, the subtle masculine smell of his aftershave drawing you closer. His hand automatically went to your dress, subtly tugging down the hem to a more appropriate length before sliding up and setting on the swell of your hip. He leaned in close to your ear, gravely voice cutting through the energetic music "Do you want a drink, Kitten?"

You shook your head no, giving him your best smile. You wrapped your hand around his fingers, so much thicker and battle worn than your own, playing with them teasingly "Come dance with me"

"No"

You pout at the short, blunt denial, bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly. He was so much more reserved when not at home. Less playful and willing to engage with your energetic whims. Normally you were sympathetic to his uneasiness, understanding of his dislike for situations such as this. But you were well on your way to being drunk and you wanted to dance with your boyfriend. Wanted to feel his hard body move against your own. Using his strength to twirl and bend you to his will. "Please?"

He shook his head with a soft smile at your wide, pleading eyes and the child like reaction to being told no. His hand abandoned his drink to the bar, the chill lingering on his palm as he cupped your jaw, using his thumb to pull gently on your bottom lip, watching as it bounced back to normal "No. I don't dance" He gently brushed the back of his knuckles over the tip of your nose before leaning in to kiss you. It was sort and discreet, yet it made your eyelids flutter close, your body lean in closer to prolong the grazing contact for as long as he allowed.

His hand sneaked from your hip to the swell of your ass, giving it a possessive squeeze and a dismissive tap "You dance, I'll watch" you just caught the subtle warning in his husky voice, so well disguised in his aloof candour you almost missed it. His eye brow raised the smallest of fractions, eyes deepening the faintest of shades darker . Have fun... but behave.

He'll be watching. Watching to ensure that dress of yours doesn't ride up too high up your shapley thighs. Watching to make sure no one gets too close to what was his. The unspoken promise sent a chill up your spine. A little put out that he denied your request, you turn to make your way to the dance floor, making sure to let your fingers slowly caress their way down his thigh as you parted. You didn't look back, you didn't need to. You could feel the weight of his stare on you, could feel the hairs in your body stand on end at his predatory gaze fixed on you.

You easily spotted Nemuri, dancing seductively in the middle of the dance floor, more than one set of eyes on her. In your absence she had coaxed Mic into dancing with her, an accessory to use to highlight her flirtatious movements. Her eyes brightened when she caught sight of you, beckoning you closer with a curl of her finger. She oozed sex appeal, her confident, hypnotic movements of her hips easily encouraged you to succumb to the music, letting your body feel the beat,sway your hips to the rhythm.

Grinning widely, you look over your shoulder, catching Shota's eyes already fixated on you. Watching the seductive roll of your hips, the way your ass bounced under that dress threatening to ride up with every sway of your hips. He wanted to watch? Then you would put on a show for him, let him see exactly what your body could do when he isn't pressed up against you to keep you behaving.

Your fingers gently brush against your thighs, slowly dragging them up, caressing the exposed skin. Higher they climb, following the curves of your hips and waist, coming up to twist gently in your hair as your eyes close, body moving to the beat that made your heart thump in your chest. You look through your lashes, a thrill shooting through you at the hungry look on Shota's face, eyes never leaving you. You could see the faintest if smirks on his lips, he was enjoying your teasing.

You run your tongue over your bottom lip, heat pooling in your stomach at the way he looked at you, ravenously. You could see his hand flexing on his thigh, itching to get you in his grasp. You were steadily riling him up, with your flirtatious movements, pushing your limits, igniting the embers of passion that burned in every inch of his body for you. Only you. Yet he still wasn't budging. You had yet to entice him from his seat to join you on the dance floor.

You felt a large hand settle on you hip,breaking away your focus from Shota to see who was touching you. Ready to politely refuse their advances. Your eyes lit up upon seeing the cocky grin of your occasional mission partner. Blonde hair pushed back, large red wings blocking the dancers behind him. With an exited laugh, you tip toe and throw your arms around him, an inebriated display of greeting"Hawks! What are you doing here!?"

He grinned and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him to talk into your ear "I was in the area..thought I'd stop by" You lean back, flattening your feet to smile at him. It had been ages since you had last seen him, he rarely made an appearance around the school anymore since becoming the second hero in the ranks. He looked you up and down, lip curling into a smirk "you look good, I'm surprised that boyfriend of yours left you all alone looking like that"

You chuckle, stepping to the side to nod at where Shota was perched at the bar"He's over there." Hawks leaned closer, sending Aizawa an exaggerated wave. You could see Shota's jaw clench, eye brows furrow in annoyance. Hawks was not his favourite person at the best of times, but the overfamiliar way in which he spoke to you, nonchalantly touched you, made him absolutely murderous. A fact Hawks both knew and enjoyed.

You elbow him softly in the stomach, trying to hide your grin as you turned back to focus on him "Stop trying to wind him up" the answering grin told you that you were right in your accusation , damn wind up merchant. Leaning down he spoke across your ear, eyes watching Shota as he silently fumed at the close proximity "Isnt that exactly what you were just doing? I saw the way you were shaking that ass, trying to make him jealous?"

You couldn't deny it. That's exactly what you were trying to do. You knew how jealous and possessive Shota could be, and secretly loved the thrill you felt when he snapped and reminded you just who it was you belonged too. "A little" you admit with a guilty smile and a half shrug "he wouldn't dance with me, I was attempting to seduce him over"

Hawks straightened up, wrapping his hand around your hip and pulling you closer to him. White teeth on display as he grinned menacingly "Let's see how mad we can make him" Before you could think of all the reasons why that wasn't the best of ideas, Hawks placed his hand in the centre of your back, using it to support your weight as he dipped you back playfully, long hair tumbling back as you laughed. He swayed you in an arch before snapping you back up straight, smirking at the joy on your face. Hands returning to your hips he pushed into you, leading you in a flirtatious to and fro.

Your hips swayed and rotated, flawlessly hitting every beat. One hand gripping his shoulder for stability, the other resting gently on his arm. You playfully flipped your hair, rolling your body into Hawks. He answered in kind, moulding himself to the shape of your body, gyrating playfully into you, eyes flicking over your head to take in the sight of Shota, steadily becoming more enraged at the display, with sadistic glee.

You moved and and swayed easily in accordance to Hawks's lead, giving yourself over to the joy of letting go of your inhibitions, simply enjoying the freedom of dance. Hawks took hold of your hand, directing you into a spin, grinning at your laugh. Spinning you the opposite way a half turn, he pressed himself into your back. Hands on your hips he encouraged you to sway side to side.

Lost in the music you didn't notice Shota's stiffening form, the tightening grip on his beer bottle threatening to smash the fragile glass. Too preoccupied with your promiscuous gyrating to see the darkening of his eyes, the clenching of his jaw. You were unknowingly pushing him to his limit and he was about to snap under the pressure. Hawks was a little more tuned in, lowering his head over your shoulder to hide his smirk so not to provoke that anger his way.

You noticed too late, the drag of Hawks hands going from your hips to your waist, unintentionally dragging up your dress with the movements, aided by your serpentining hips. Feeling the fabric of your dress bunching up too high at the top of your thighs, you quickly tugged it back down, red tinting your cheeks at the unintended, indecent exposure of your body. Hawks squeezed your waist, rumbling chuckle in his chest vibrating through your back as he muttered into you ear

"Seems Aizawa has reached his limit" You look up to where Shota was previously sitting, only for your eyes to widen and your mouth go dry at the sight of him angrily stalking towards you, eyes flashing dangerously in the neon lights. Shit. You went too far. "It's been fun," you could hear the amusement in his voice, struggling to contain his laughter " but that's my cue to leave" he tapped your side once in parting before backing away discreetly, mingling into the mass of dancers to avoid Aizawa's impending wrath.

You didn't look back, keeping your eyes solely focused on Shota as he neared, readying your apology on your lips for when he came within hearing distance. You could almost see the heavy waves of irritation pouring from him in droves as he stalked through the crowd, not deviating from the straightest path to you. "Shota, I..." not breaking his stride, his hand encased your wrist, pulling you silently behind him as he carried on walking through the dance floor, your attempted apology falling on deaf ears. He was pissed, and he was going to make you pay.

You teetered behind him, struggling to keep up with his long powerful strides in your heels, but knowing you would be ignored, you kept the complaint to yourself. Breaking through the crowd , Shota opened the dark wooden door that lead the the corridor where the restrooms were situated, pulling you through. The door closing behind you muffled the deafening music, your ears ringing gently with the change of decibels. The sound of your heels clacking on the floor, too soft to hide the angry heavy steps of the one leading you.

Shota walked past both the men's and woman's bathroom, headed straight for an unmarked door at the end of the corridor in eerie silence. Throwing open the last door with the same delicate care he had the first, he pulled you in behind him, turning quick to slam it shut behind you. You heard the click of the lock a mere second before you were pushed up against the rigid door, trapped by his hands planted either side of your head. Your eyes flicked over his shoulder, momentarily checking your surroundings, stacked shelves of alcohol bottles and boxes of crisps was all you could take in before Shota's hot breath brushed against your neck with every frustrated exhale.

You swallowed thickly, dry lips parting as you carefully moistened them with your tongue. The atmosphere around you was thick and tense, suffocating with his barely restrained fury"Shota, I'm... "

"You thought it would be fun to make me jealous? " He talked over your meek explanation, voice dark and thick, like raw honey dripping from his tongue and coating his words. His hot breath landed on your neck, prompting an involuntary shiver "You put on quite the show didn't you? flashing your pretty little panties to everyone in that bar " You whine breathlessly as his teeth grazed over the flushed skin on your neck before sinking in harshly.

You moan, head swimming dizzily at the rush of heat throbbing between his lips. His hot, wet tongue soothing over the mark he had made on your skin, reaffirming his claim of you. Your head lulled to the side, offering him unobstructed access as your eyes fluttered closed. Possessive kisses were pressed into your neck as large hands found your thighs, caressing over the silky skin.

Your breath caught in your throat as his hands increased their pressure, dragging up your thighs, bringing your dress up with them to bunch at your hips, exposing your panties for the second time that night "Shota.." he silenced you with a forceful kiss, unkept scruff adding to the sensations driving you needy with desire. He bit at your bottom lip, thrusting his tongue between your parted lips as you gasped. You surrendered easily, giving up the control he desperately craved, blindly following the intoxicating way his tongue brushed against your own, dictating the pressure and speed to suit his tastes.

You could feel his strong hands gripping your hips with bruising force, keeping you immobile against the door as he claimed your mouth. Your breath quickened when one of his hands started to wander, brushing tantalisingly slow over your thigh, fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. When a finger curved against your core, following your panty covered slit, you gasped, groaning in the back of your throat

"Shota.."

"You love making me jealous don't you?" You could hear the strain in his voice, feel the restraint he was exhibiting not to lose it completely. His finger brushed over you again, adding more pressure to demonstrate his intent. "Love driving me wild..." He muttered into your neck, nipping at the skin between husky words. His fingers followed up your panties to the waistline, teasing along the band "Letting another man feel what is mine" Shota pushed his hand into your underwear, slipping a teasing finger between your folds, gathering the moisture dampening your silky skin to ease his entry. You moan at the ripple of pleasure surging through you, gripping hold of his wrist in an effort to not melt into a pool at his feet. His name the only thing able to leave your lips in a breathy whine

"Can he make you feel good like this?" He dipped his finger deeper into your core, feeling your inner walls clamp around his invading digit. Slowly thrusting it into your depths, teasing against your hidden pleasure spot as you moaned. "Can he make you moan as beautifully as this?" You whined pathetically, knees weakening with every dirty word breathed hotly against your ear.

His finger stopped its torturous teasing, pulling away from you completely leaving you feeling empty and needy. His darkened eyes captured you in an unbreakable stare, unable to pull away from the intensity in which he held you. His hot breath coated your lips with heavy pants, usual cool demeanour replaced with unrestrained desire. "You love taunting me, don't you?..." his whispered words sent a shiver down your spine, needing no volume or intensity to make your heart rate quicken beneath your breast.

He hooked his fingers into your panties, dragging them down over the swell of your hips to your thighs where the fell down the length of your legs. He kneeled, eyes not leaving your own as he smoothed his palms down your quivering legs, lifting each in turn to remove the underwear trapped around your ankles and shoving the garment into his pocket "...Just so we end up here, with my head between your legs, every ..fucking.. time"

You watched transfixed as he guided one of your legs to drape across his shoulder, messy black hair obscuring your view as he inched his way towards your core. You heard him inhale deeply, groaning deeply at your intoxicating scent before flicking his eyes up to yours once more to utter a single command

"Watch"

A strangled moan ripped from your throat at the first drag of his tongue, slowly, torturously licking a wet stripe up towards your clit where he rolled his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Looking down you couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight. Shota, on his knees, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he lapped at your most sensitive area with possessive hunger. Your hands went to his hair, pushing it back from his face to give you an unobstructed view as he tasted you. Using him for stability as your leg started quivering beneath you.

Shota twirled his tongue over your swelling clit, flicking the tip against it rapidly with a grunt as your fingers tighten in his hair. Your breathy moans and quivering thighs feeding his possessive nature. Fingers digging into your thighs, Shota pushed his face deeper, nose pressing into your soft mound as his dexterous appendage traced your bundle of nerves. The smell of your arousal hit his nose, making his mouth water instantly.

Lavishing your clit with a sloppy kiss, Shota couldn't get enough of your sweet whines, steadily increasing their volume, making themselves known over the beat steadily thumping from the bar . Your taste was intoxicating, heady flavour coating his tongue with every deliberate swipe had him yearning for more. Subtly lingering on his tastebuds, Shota sought a thicker coating on his tongue. Parting with your clit with a gentle suckle, Shota kissed his way down to your opening, seeking to drink straight from the source.

Looking through pleasure filled, half laden eyes, you watched mesmerised as he lapped at your folds, delving his tongue deeper with every earnest swipe. Currents of pleasure rippled through your body with every flick of his tongue , pushing you closer to the edge of euphoria you were in desperate need of. Nonsensical moans fell from your parted lips, fingers tightening in his disheveled hair as your thighs quivered.

Shota grunted once at the tug you gave in his hair, not letting it distract or deter him from his intended target. His tongue pushed through your silky folds to plunder your depths. The way he stroked your inner walls was luxurious, slow and deliberate, assuring he tasted every inch of you, capturing every drop of your arousal to claim as his own. Unable to control your reactions in the midst of pleasure, your head dropped back to hit against the door, guttural moan escaping past your heavy pants, giving yourself over to the burning desire.

His movements quickened, slurping obscenely at your cunt, his skilled appendage pistoned into you with vigorous determination to get you to completion. "Shota.." you whined, sensations becoming overwhelming, needing more to push you over the edge you were teetering on. When the tip of his tongue sinfully flicked over your hidden sweet spot you gasped, thighs attempting to close together in a futile effort to halt the breath stealing sensation.

Shota growled between your legs, reluctantly pulling away from his treat to shoot you a stern look, one that has struck fear into the most ruthless of villains, your arousal glistening on his unkept scruff. Fingers tightening on your thighs, he opened them back up, keeping your thigh planted at the edge of his shoulder allowing him the room he desired "keep your fucking legs open . Im not finished" he warned with a husky growl, leaving no room for argument or objection before eagerly returning to your core.

Quickly resuming his loud devouring, Shota drove his tongue into your depths, wetting his tongue with your arousal, his desire for you unquenchable. His grip on your legs was bruising, fingers digging into the soft plush, keeping you open for him. He could feel you quiver, your body trembling as the surge of pleasure raced through you, heating every nerve that dwelled within.

You were close, he knew the signs, had them memorised. The shuddering way you gasped between strangled moans, the way your hips jerked minutely, unsure wether to retreat or push closer to the source of your pleasure. The way your fingers tightened in his hair, hand shaking as you resisted the urge to push him closer. He wanted your release, your sweet cries, your addicting taste. The knowledge that he was the one, the only one, who could pleasure you this skilfully.

His own erection straining in his pants, protesting being confined by the unforgiving fabric of his jeans only hastened his need to bring you to completion. Eager to to feel your tight walls being split open by his thick cock, squeezing him so tight it was sinful. His calloused hand trailed up your thigh, slipping between your soaked folds as he returned to your clit, flicking his tongue over it relentlessly.

He could feel your juices being pushed out by his fingers, wetting his hand as he thrusted them into you with increasing speed. Your moans left you without restriction , vocalising the pleasure you were feeling. You were burning, pleasure coursing through your veins like molten lava, incinerating you from the inside out, searching for a way to escape. You could feel your lower stomach tightening, like a band ready to snap and release all the built up tension.

Shota swirled had his tongue around the shape of your clit before surrounding it with his lips and sucking. His fingers curled inside you, beckoning your body to its climax as they brushed over the spongy pleasure point he knew would send you over the edge. And over the edge you went, eyes slamming shut at the rush of release, you saw white behind your lids. Mouth parted in a silent scream, your body jerked and twitched as the orgasm exploded through your body.

Shota groaned as he felt you climax, your walls clamping down tight over his still probing fingers, your release getting pushed out, spraying over his hand. He kept his fingers and tongue moving to carry you trough your orgasm, pridful growl rumbling in his chest. When you were left panting over him, your grip on his hair loosening, Shota finally pulled away from you. Sat back on his haunches, he sucked his fingers clean, dark eyes taking in your appearance.

You were panting, face flushed pink. Beautiful. His. Pulling your leg from his shoulder, Shota shot up to his feet, large hands cupping your face and pulling you into a deep, frenzied kiss. You were pliant in his hands, melting into him as you tasted yourself mixed with the bitter malty remnants of the long forgotten beer he had been nursing.

"You were beautiful Kitten... perfect" he whispered huskily against your lips, kissing you again, then one more time "but im not finished with you yet.." his tone turned darker, tilting your head up to look into his eyes. " after that little stunt you pulled.. you're going to be screaming before I'm satisfied you've learnt your lesson.."

Your breath caught in your throat, a chill running down your spine. Shota's hand left your cheek, the sound of his belt buckle clinking soon following. You swallow thickly, tongue darting out to moisten your suddenly dry lips. You couldnt help yourself, at the sound of his zipper being pulled down your eyes drop down automatically, just in time to see his ridgid cock spring free of its denim prison as Shota pushes his jeans down to his mid thigh.

You watch transfixed as he fists himself, squeezing his thick cock as he pumps himself slowly, getting a desperately needed moment of relief. The gravely moan in the back of his throat made your clit throb, pussy aching to have him buried deep inside you. You wanted to touch him, to run your fingers over the vein that protruded ever so slightly, follow it like a road map up to the head of his cock, brush your thumb over the bead of precum. Smeer it down his shaft and wrap your fingers around him, feeling the silky hot skin under your fingers. Pump him slowly until hes thrusting into your hand...

Before you could make a move to fufil your desire to touch him, Shota released the hold he had on himself. He swiftly grabbed your hips, fingers splayed over your ass and lifted you easily, pressing you back against the door. You wrap your legs around his waist, arms circling the back of his neck as you press together. His breath was laborded with need, eyes fixed on yours. He captures your lips once again, hand leaving your hip to guide his cock to your entrance. Sliding through your lips to coat himself in your wettness.

With a rough snap of his hips, Shota sheathes himself to the hilt into you in one fluid snap. You cry out, head thrown back breaking the kiss, hearing his own guteral groan in your ear. Your nails dig into the back of his shoulders, little creaent moon indents left in his skin, proof of your pleasure. Panting lightly as you try to adjust to the thick length stretching you to its shape, you moan up at the ceiling. Not giving you time to adjust he sets a punishing pace, pistoning his cock into your velvety depths as he mouths at your neck.

"Fuck Kitten.." he growls into your neck, nipping at your sensitive skin "always so goddamn tight.. perfect"

A series of wanton moans and breathless whines fall from your lips as you were repeatedly fucked into the door, hearing it rattle in its frame. Shota's fingers dig into the swell of your ass as he uses it for leverage, slamming you onto his cock every time he drives forward.

"Purr for me Kitten..." he whispers into your ear, his hot breath making you shiver "let me hear those pretty little moans"

You oblige, moaning over the lewd symphony of your debauchery, the rhythmic slapping of skin, the sinfuly obscene wettness of your cunt as he hammers into you. "Shota... ngh..." you whine breathlessy, tilting your head down to watch his face. His jaw set in concentration, trying not to blow his load too early. His lips parted with ragged breaths, trying to suck in enough oxygen to keep up with his frenzied pace.

One of his hands leaves your ass to roughly tug down the front of your dress, cupping one of your perfect round tits, squeezing the weight. He pinches your rosy pink bud between his finger and thumb, groaning at your answering cry. Slamming his hips into your tight heat, Shota watches your breasts bounce. Lured in by the hypnotic sight, he greedily sucks your nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud before suckling. He groans around it, sucking hard before pulling off with a wet pop, pleased with the hardened result.

His dark eyes are on yours, the heat of his gaze burning your cheeks. You can feel your climax approaching, tetering of the cusp of ecstasy. Pleasure burns through your veins, searing throughout your body, only to pool in your lower belly, a swirling, agonising flood of pleasure ready to breakthrough the dam.

"You're mine Kitten" he growls at you with a particularly vicious thrust of his hips, driving his cock deep into your sopping cunt ".. say it"

"I'm yours.." you whimper around a desperate breath, catching in your throat as you moan "..I'm yours"

" Again!" He barks at you through clenched teeth, frenzied thrusts jutting his twitching cock into your gspot with dizzying accuracy "louder Kitten!"

"I'M YOURS!" You cry out, nails digging into his back, clinging onto him for all your worth as your orgasm floods trough you at a rapid pace. You moan, loud and throatily as searing pleasure rips through you, stealing your breath. Your pussy clenches around his cock, reluctant to free him from your depths. Your release, hot and as sweet as the pleausre you're drowning in drenches his cock "SHOTA!"

"Fuck, Kitten. That it.." He growls into your neck, breathing hard against your skin. His hips stuttering as he spills himself deep within you, a deep throaty groan reverberating through his throat. He grinds his sputtering cock into your fluttering walls, letting your pussy squeeze him of every last drop of his cum. "Ngh...that it.."

You're both left panting, clenching fingers slowly softening on eachothers bodies. Shota's fingers digging into your ass slowly relaxes, smoothing his large hands over the swell, caressing up to your hips and thighs, peppering soft loving kisses into your neck, whispering sweet words of praise as you come down from your high.

"You did so good Kitten, perfect...took me so god damn well"

He pulls up slightly, resting his dampened forehead against yours, your hot breaths synchronising between you. Shifting you slighty, Shota slowly slides his softening cock from you, hissing slightly when your walls clamp around his oversensitive flesh. He gently lowers you to your feet, holding your waist, ensuring your feet can support your weight.

"You okay, Kitten?" He asks you softly, tenderly kissing your forehead when you nod. After tucking himself away, Shota carefully rearanges your dress, covering your boosm, pulling the hem down over your ass and down to your thighs. Hands smoothing thier way back up to your waist once you were presentable. Putting a finger under your chin, he directs your face up yo his, thumb gently cleaning up your slightly smeered lipstick while staring into your eyes "You are mine Kitten.. never forget that"

"Always" you breath in return, no doubt in your mind that you were well and truly his.

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electronicwitchcollection · 6 months ago

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Placebo.

Starring: Ryuken Ishida x f!reader; mention to child Uryu Ishida and Kanae Katagiri;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal fingering, language, age gap (reader is in her early twenties), unhealthy coping mechanism, widowhood, vaginal sex, sorrow, angst, struggling with feelings, rough sex;

Plot: His work did not leave him much time to look after his young son. The loss of his wife had been a disgrace. When his colleague handed him the number of his neighbour who happened to work as a babysitter to pay her studies, Ryuken decided to give it a try. He would have never imagined you were going to revive the domestic life he used to have with his late wife. When he looked at you, he felt less lonely. Touching you was a placebo to drown his sorrow.

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The opulence of the splendid and austere manor you had to work in for the foreseeable future sent chills down your spine, an unfamiliar sense of uneasiness settling deep in your bones with each step you took to reach the living room. Even the illuminated rooms of the house radiated the disheartening sense of melancholy blanketing the entire building. You had been told by your neighbour about the sudden and tragic death of Mr. Ishida’s wife. Understandably, the loss had caused the man to become even more algid than he used to be, or this was what his colleague had told you about your new employer.

When Mr. Ishida had contacted you, his deep voice was deprived of any kind of hope and warmth. The inclination was professional, yet detatched from any emotion possibly permeating a voice. He had told you he had a son to be looked after and that he had been given your number by his colleague. It was overall a small talk in which he added that, if you wanted to accept the job, you could start on Monday after a brief talk to describe the outlines of your contract. Naturally, there you were now.

The maid had guided you silently to a large couch, giving you a courtly bow, before heading out to call for Mr. Ishida. The minutes you spent alone, waiting for his arrival, made you wonder if you could ever be enough to cheer up a child who had lost his mother and be useful to a man whose heart was long forgotten beneath a sheet of impenetrable ice. Your inner monologue was interrupted by the appearence of a kid, peeking at you curiously from the threshold. His blue eyes inspected you, his small finger reaching up to fix his glasses, still too big for him, over the bridge of his pointy nose. You blinked, a small smile gracing your lips as you waved your hand at the boy. Mr. Ishida’s son blushed, back straightening as he dashed away before you could even introduce yourself.

You wondered if your approach was too brazen, if you were the cause of his getaway, but you soon realized he had probably recognized the steady footsteps of his father in the corridor. The hair on your neck stood, when the man walked in. Hardened gaze, he acknowledged your presence briefly, eyes flitting in the direction where his son had ran off in a hurry. He looked at his maid, murmuring a command you failed to catch, but that she did not waste any time in getting to.

Your mouth felt like chalk, heart weirdly pumping the blood faster, almost leaving you breathless, when the man walked up to you to introduce himself properly. You stood up, hands meeting midway to shake in a cordiality due in formal business encounters. You held his gaze, timidly bowing your head.

“Good evening, Mr. Ishida, I’m—” you tried, but his baritone timbre cut you off.

“I know who you are. You are indeed as young as I expected. — he commented dryly, letting go of your hand to go sitting in the armchair before the couch — You may sit. I have asked my maid to prepare some tea and fetch my son” he added, watching you sit back on your seat, hands splayed at your sides, as you imperceptibly nodded your head.

He was direct. You felt almost out of place, unsure of how to behave, what to say, of your own skills in tending children. What if the inflexible man squarely looking at you did not approve of your methods? Your stomach churned in apprehension at the mere thought of disappointing him, getting fired and be the cause of his foul mood. However, you had to still know him and grow familiar with the family habits to plan an accurate adaptation to the situation.

“Thanks, sir. — you finally mustered a reply — I am glad you have decided to give me a chance to help. Currently, I do not have other children to look after. I can stay here overnight as well, if it is necessary” you informed him, expecting him to esternate at least a grateful expression for your offer and dedication to the job you had just accepted. Too bad you figured he actually expected you to go to such lengths for him.

“Obviously” he shortly said, not even dignifying you with a glance, greyish eyes darting on the entrance as soon as his timid son and the maid joined you two.

You looked at the raven-haired boy, avoiding the stern gaze his father was directing to him. He hesitantly approached you two, standing next to the maid in search for protection, for a shield to defend himself from the piercing gaze of the doctor, of the only parent he could count on for the rest of his life. Your stomach churned, the atmosphere thick, the obnoxious silence in the sterile room broken only by the sound of the silver tray settled on the glass coffee table at your feet.

“Uryu. — Mr. Ishida dryly commenced, arms comfortably laying on the armrests of the leather chesterfield sofa — Do you mind telling me why you ran away earlier? There is a guest here, as you can see”.

Ouch. You involuntarily flinched, the maid compassionately glancing at the boy as she poured the tea for the three of you, careful not to let a single drop spill out. You wondered if you were going to grow accostumate to such deplorable scenes just like her.

Uryu stiffened, hands clutching the gown of the maid “I didn’t run away from her”.

You partially relaxed, connecting the dots and realizing your assumption was indeed correct. The boy was not reluctant to talk to you, but he was instead attempting to avoid his strict father.

“We will discuss about it later. — the man dispassionately asserted, hand gesturing for him to sit beside you — This is Miss. L/N. She is going to work here as your attendant. I expect you to properly behave yourself. If I hear a single complain about you—”.

You had no idea what had gotten into you. The flabbergasted looks you got from the kid and the maid were enough to make you realize you had crossed a line. Your empathy, though, could not allow to let that innocent kid to withstand such a treatment. You had acted without thinking, risking your own job before even starting it.

“I am confident I won’t make a complaint about him” you interjected, cold swear running down your back as you wrapped your hands around the warm cup offered to you by the shellshocked maid. You were ready to endure the same treatment Uryu had been subjected to a moment before, but you were even more shocked to watch the man standing up slowly and announcing your shift had just begun.

“You can stay for dinner. I have to go to the hospital”.

Uryu, agape, stared at you in admiration. When his father’s footsteps faded away, he smiled at you for the first time “Thanks” he piped out, ignoring the fact you were probably going to pay for your bravado with a headache later on.

Days went by mostly uneventful for the first few weeks. As you had imagined, Dr. Ishida mainly contacted you via emails, texts, or phone calls. You barely crossed paths with him, when he left for work. However, he paid you regularly and let you inhabit his house, have access to his library for your studies and even use the spare car to drive Uryu to birthday parties, or to the park. You were glad he seemed not to have remonstrances about your work. You had to admit that taking care of Uryu was an easy task. He was polite, committed to his studies and overly respectful of you.

Sometimes, he even sat on your lap, asking you to read him your textbooks out loud. While he could not wrap his head around most of the complex concepts you were dutifully explaining to him, he listened and, surprisingly, made sharp observations on them.

Some days were harder than others.

You were playing hide and seek and you could not find him anywhere. He had not escaped in the gardens and you had searched for him throughout the first floor. There was only an area you still had to explore. You never ventured around Dr. Ishida’s private chambers. First of all, you had no interest in frequenting those rooms. Secondly, while he had not explicitly told you not to meddle in his business, you were pretty sure he would have not appreciated your initiative to go through his personal belongings.

Uncertain, you put your insecurities aside and decided to investigate the zone. You were not shocked to spot the small kid, curled up in a ball, holding a photograph in his hand. Your stomach churned, deciding to give him a few minutes to himself to collect the pieces of his own heart. You knew you had to go to confront him, though. He probably had hidden in there since you turned around to count. You could not risk getting caught in that room by his father. Clearing your throat, you encouraged yourself and stepped in the office, careful not to make a sound.

“There you are! You got me worried this time around” you said, causing the boy to gasp and shove the picture behind his back, protectively.

You kept your distance at first, smiling gently “What are you looking at? Is it a precious thing?” you asked him softly.

Uryu pressed his lips together, pondering his answer before silently nodding his head.

“It’s okay, if you don’t want to share it with me. — you said tenderly, approaching him and pointing at the clock on the wall — But it’s time to dine. Your father will be joining us tonight” you reminded him, as Uryu looked up at you with glistening eyes. A meltdown was coming. Your heart skipped a beat, as you knelt down next to him and ruffled his hair affectionately.

He was too young for this.

“I miss my mom” Uryu mumbled lowly, shaking hand holding the picture he was staring at before you interrupted him. He handed it to you, his blue eyes shimmering in the gloomy light of tears brimming in his doe eyes. You were impotent, eyes fleeting briefly to the woman in the picture, reminding you so much of her son before you settled it down and hugged him tightly to your chest.

“Let it out, honey. It’s okay to cry sometimes. — you whispered, hand behind his nape as he sobbed on your chest, tears dampening your shirt — Wherever she is, I’m absolutely sure she misses you too”.

You consoled Uryu for a while, a comforting silence eveloping the office, until the door creaked opened and you turned your head towards the man in alarm. Your heart thrummed in your chest, mouth opening to apologize for the intrusion. It was unncessary. Mr. Ishida took notice of the picture laying on the floorboard at your side. He saw the way Uryu was clinging to you, the mortified and hurt expression on your face and his mind went straight to some months ago, to a reality he deep down missed like the shore misses the waves crashing on it, during the ebb tide.

He left, overbore, waiting for you to join him in the living room to consume your dinner.

It went smoothly. Dr. Ishida seemed to be too preoccupied monitoring his child from the other side of the table to spare you a look. The air was electric. You ate your dinner comfortably, until Uryu began to nibble at the zucchini left in his plate, manifesting a certain rebuttal to finish them. You took a sip of water, already sensing the ominious and, potentially catastrophical, outburst of the man at your left building up. It was not the right night for Uryu to be the victim of his father’s irritation.

“They are not my favourite as well” you chimed, drawing the attention of the two Ishida.

Uryu played with his silver fork, tilting his head to the side “But you ate it anyway… How did you do it?” the kid asked you quitely, only for you to draw a couple of stawberry candies from the pocket of your trousers and settling them over the pristine tablecloth.

You gave him a knowing look “Because I know that, if I eat all my veggies, I can have a treat” you lowly said.

Even though you caught a glimpse of Mr. Ishida’s jaw clenching in your peripheral, you still played your rule and watched in glee the small kid finish his meal. After giving him the right compensation, you accompanied him to wash his teeth and wear his pajamas. You indulged him in reading a tale from his favorite storybook, but he was too exhausted to last until the end. Another day had come to an end and you had successfully dodged all the bullets Dr. Ishida could fire at you.

That night, he had let you know you could go back home and have some rest. You therefore grabbed your coat, wrapping a scarf around your neck to protect yourself from the fierce, cold wind blowing strongly outside, and headed to the front door. You halted, when you heard Uryu’s father calling out your name.

Standing a few feet away from you, hand in his pocket, he seemed to be awaiting for you. His tone of voice was flat, not too hard, yet enough to leave you on the edge.

“Dr. Ishida, I was about to go home” you bowed your head.

“This is why I am here. It’s going to snow tonight. Let me drive you home” he offered, taking you off guard. You did not expect him to show you mercy. It was a warm gesture, after all, and you could not say you two were close. Not yet, at least. You had barely got the chance to have a conversation with him.

“You don’t have to! I live nearby… It’s a ten minutes walk” you babbled out, eyes straying away from his ones.

“I insist. I cannot have you getting sick. It is almost Christmas, which means longer shifts and busy schedule. This house requires your help” he remarked, drawing the keys of his car from the pocket. The authority in his timbre ended your futile attempts to protest. Abiding to his order, you let him lead you to his car outside.

As expected, the drive was short. Silence dominated the time you spent together. You doubted he would have even talked to you at all, if not to ask for the directions. He was concentrated on the road, a frown wrinkling his forehead as the first snoflakes began to fall on the city, melting over the windows of the car.

You had just unbuckled your seatbelt, when he turned to look at you for the first time since you had left his house. You always felt judged, looked down to, when his eyes landed on your form. This time, however, he did not seem upset.

“Thanks for the lift, Dr. Ishida”.

“Where did you buy those candies?”.

This was not what you expected him to ask you. The candies. They were your favourite brand, but it was hard to find them at the local supermarkets nowadays.

“Oh, I asked my uncle to purchase some of them for me. He works on the other side of the city and there is a shop that still sells them… — you replied, your cheeks strangely heating up much to your dismay — If you don’t want me to give them to Uryu, I won’t make such a mistake anymore!” you fretted, but his answer gave you something to think about for the whole night.

Ryuken Ishida huffed “Don’t stop. Kanae used to love them. Uryu adores them too”.

It was Christmas and you could unfortunately not spend it with your family. All the flights had been cancelled for an unprecedented snowstorm. On top of that, it was unsafe to leave your house and that was why Dr. Ishida had invited you to spend the Christmas at the Ishida manor. You could not refuse such a kind invitation. Also, maybe it was better to have more people around the house to raise Uryu’s spirits. It was the first important festivity he was going to spend without his mother.

You baked cookies together, during the Christmas Eve. You hardly believed a mature kid like him still believed in Santa, but it was a tradition you could confide in to kill the time and make the enviroment less frigid for him.

You were covered in flour and sugar, cleaning up the mess you two had made on the counter, when you heard footsteps behind you. You thought it was Uryu, who you had sent to wash his hands and face, but you were mistaken.

“How is it possible that you have already cleaned up?” you asked, turning around with a small grin on your face, only for your eyes to grow instantly round and your smile to drop. Standing a couple of feet away from you there was Dr. Ishida, giving up on his typical attire to leave space to a blue turtleneck and less formal trousers.

He was unamused, but he did not seem in the mood to scold you or anything. Instead, he let his eyes trail on your face, before handing you a rag “You may want to … Clean up as well, I guess” he suggested, a tinge of hesitation in his voice as you realized you were probably not presentable for the dinner.

Deeply embarrassed, you hastily grabbed the rag and began to dust the flour off of your face. You clumsily removed most of it, but without a mirror you were uncapable to tell where you needed to pass the cloth. You felt a large hand encompass your wrist delicately, pulling your hand away to stop you. The unexpected gesture and touch sent frissons over your back, your lips parting in surprise, as Ryuken took the cloth from your hand and helped you out.

You stayed silent, eyes softening, when he carefully tapped your nose, the angle of your mouth. All the while, his other hand never left your wrist. You were so close you could smell his cologne, masculine, distinguished, rich. You felt ashamed of yourself for even thinking about him under certain aspects of life. He had recently lost his wife. He had a kid. You were just a girl who helped him around the house, the equivalent of one of the maids working for him.

“T-Thank you… I’m almost done here” you stammered, nervously, when he discarded the rag on the counter at your back.

Ryuken exhaled through his nostrils “I can’t explain how it is possible, but sometimes you act just like her. It’s becoming impossible discerning you two in my memories” he spoke out, stopping your heart for a split second with such a potent assertion. Your conversation came to an abrupt end, when you heard Uryu’s laughters from upstairs, followed by the padding of his feet, a clear sign he was coming downstairs.

Ryuken left the kitchen, only blessing you two with his presence at dinner. You spent the night playing boardgames with Uryu, until he was too sleepy to continue and you convinced him to go to bed. His father, though, was restless. When you went back downstairs, you found him sitting before the fireplace, a glass of whiskey in hand, eyes transfixed on the flames.

You ambled in the living room with your heart in your throat, unsure of what to tell him, if not “Aren’t you tired, sir?”.

He swirled the liquor in the glass disinterestedly “And you?” he shortly asked you, not dignifying you with an answer.

You looked at your feet “I was about to go to bed. — you informed him, deciding to let him alone with his thoughts — Goodnight, Mr. Ishida”.

“Ryuken. Call me Ryuken”.

And it was Ryuken the name keeping you awake in your bed. You were among the blankets, a familiar warmth spreading through your cheeks, a dull need aching in between your thighs. But you denied yourself the joy of a release, not when you could not feel attracted to Ryuken.

You were in your room, preparing your bag to go back home, when you heard a knock on the door. Ryuken entered the guest room, closing the door behind him. You inwardly felt your heart tremble in your ribcage at that, but you tried your best to ignore the sensation.

“Are you sure you don’t need a lift home?” he asked you monotonously, casually approaching you.

“Yes, I am. Don’t worry about me. The snow is finally melting, the sun is up. I will survive” you reassured him, checking the room out briefly to spot your belongings around. Once you had made sure you were not forgetting anything, you were ready to leave. Your hand had just reached for the bag, when Ryuken’s own hand forced you to turn around to face him.

You were puzzled at first, too much in a hurry, to realize he had grasped your chin and pressed his lips against yours. When you came back to your senses, you shuddered, hands scrambling up to grasp the collar of his shirt in your hands, to hold him closer, as his body pushed you against the desk.

You should have stopped. His tongue however was already battling against yours, his hand slithering down your abdomen and disappearing beneath your skirt. You felt his fingers stroke your heat through your panties, before tugging the flimsy material to the side and making contact with your slippery folds.

You felt ashamed at how wet you were. On the other hand, he appreciated it. His middle finger circled your entrance, teasing the outline, before smoothly sinking in.

“Dripping at the faintest touch, just like her” you did not know what made you determined enough to continue after such an uncalled comparison. Still, you did. You let out a choked moan against his lips, brows furrowing when he inserted another finger into your sappy count.

“Ryuken—”.

“Just like that. Call me like that again” he instructed you, thumb rubbing at your throbbing clitoris to accelerate your orgasm. You barely were able to hold yourself up, knuckles whitening and fingers tightening around the edge of the desk at your back, when he raised your thigh for a better access to your entrance and thrusted his fingers harder into you. It felt better than you had ever imagined. It felt better because, even if you wished you could forget it right now, he was a man, he had been married, he knew how to touch a woman correctly.

You both wanted more. But he did let you go, after that, looking forwards for the next activity. Fingering you like he did to her had helped him forget how miserable life had always been for him, even before marrying Kanae. You were a brief distraction, a pleasant one, a clueless girl who acted way too much like his late wife. He did not want to hurt you. He should have kept his distance, maintaining a septic professionalism like he did with the nurses at work. But he could not. And when he brought his fingers to his lips, he knew he could not abstain from owning you completely.

In front of Uryu, nothing changed between your two. He kept his distance, but you felt the slight change in the way his gaze lingered on you for longer than it used to. You felt his eyes substituting his late wife to you, you felt him mentally comparing you to her.

It saddened you. On the other hand, you excused him. Probably, if you were in his position, you would search for a placebo too. You had to admit you tried to keep the moments you two spent together to a minimum. Eventually, after two weeks of running away from him, you found yourself in his bedroom. You had never been there. You would have never imagined he was going to undress you in that room, when you had agreed to work for him. And now, whilst he kissed you passionately, one hand on your hip to hold you close to his body and the other one sliding behind your nape to angle your head at his likings, you knew there was no turning back from that.

His hand splayed over your stomach, when he pushed you down on the bed, left goosebumps on your skin. You closed your eyes, sighing when his fingers worked on your jeans and tugged them down your legs.

“Roll on your stomach, please” he evenly instructed you, busying himself with undressing himself.

You complied to his request, hands sliding over the silky blankets, as you arched your spine for him. You counted the seconds spent in awaiting for his body to engulf yours. The sound of a condom’s package ripping, his lips grazing your cheekbone and the bulbous head of his cock pushing into you teasingly sent you in a spiral of vanity and eagerness.

“Ryuken, don’t tease me” you whispered, the man behind you nosing your cheek.

“It always baffles me how you act and sound like her, while I have never told you anything about my late wife” he commented, right before sliding into you with a groan. You were unable to restrain your own cry of pleasure. His hand promptly covered your mouth, though.

After all, Uryu was sleeping upstairs and he was a responsible father.

Ryuken was not gentle with you. He fucked roughly, fingertips grasping your hips, clawing at your skin, leaving marks that would have turned purple the following days. His thrusts made tears of pleasure stream down your cheeks. Your tightness was different than Kanae’s. He felt pleasure, immense pleasure, but he remembered perfectly what to compare that sensation to. It felt like making love to his late wife back when she was still his girlfriend, before they got married, before she gave birth to Uryu.

Young and his, you were whimpering softly against the palm of his hand, hips pushing back to meet his thrusts.

“Ryuken, what am I to you?” you breathly asked, walls clamping around his cock, as he left open-mouthed and desperate kisses on the crook of your neck. He was close, you could tell it by the change of the tempo, by the erratic movements. Your heart beated a staccato you had never experienced before.

The man grunted, teeth grasping your tender lobe between them as you two finished simultaneously. He took his time to provide you an answer. Your knackered body was writhing over his bed, pride in his gaze as he tossed the condom in the bin and removed his now fogged glasses to rub his eyes in tiredness. He had owned you. The night could now only pass quickly, allowing him to have a good rest after months of pain and migraines.

“My son’s babysitter and—”.

“You don’t have to answer”.

Sometimes, things were better left unspoken.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello, my dear readers. As previously stated on a post, I am struggling to like my works as of late. Probably, I just need to find a new style, or dimension for me to blossom. I love Ryuken and this is my first time writing for him. I know the story is angsty, but I wanted to explore this side of him we barely had to chance to delve into. Comments, likes and re-posts are greatly appreciated! Let me know your impressions.

Love,

— Luce

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electronicwitchcollection · 6 months ago

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I’m finding it difficult to write as it is, still recovering from ill health. I’m currently getting my way through an Aizawa request, a Grimmjow one shot request, a new chapter of accidental mate and one for caged wolf.

All of this is difficult enough without Shinji whispering in my ear. Apparently he has seen a Shinji request and isn’t happy with my rough outline and is giving me new ideas about what he wants to happen. Does he not care for my safety or my sanity? He’s not the one who’ll have to tell Grimmjow he’s gonna have to wait, that he’ll have to be patient because SOMEONE wants to be tied up 🙄 impatient git will not shut up. He’s even forcing his way into other fandoms to get his kinky way

I can’t cope with this horny man today.

#bleach fanfiction #bleach #bleach smut #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #shinji hirako #shinji hirako smut #hes a pest #Send help

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electronicwitchcollection · 6 months ago

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do you plan on doing anything for Pernida? I can’t find any fics about him anywhere!

Uhh..

This guy?

I honestly wouldn’t know where to start 😂 I’m afraid I am no where near talented enough to even give it a try! Though I wish you luck on your search! 😊

Have you considered maybe writing your own? I started writing because I wanted to read something about the characters I like, and ending up loving it. I’m sure others would love to read what you create 🩵

#bleach #bleach fanfiction #pernida parnkgjas #sternritter #help #no judgement #you like what you like #Even hands need love?#I don’t know

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electronicwitchcollection · 6 months ago

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~*Aizawa smut*~

Anyway, here it is! The first thing I’ve written that’s not about Bleach 😂

You shook your head no, giving him your best smile. You wrapped your hand around his fingers, so much thicker and battle worn than your own, playing with them teasingly "Come dance with me"

"No"

You swallowed thickly, dry lips parting as you carefully moistened them with your tongue. The atmosphere around you was thick and tense, suffocating with his barely restrained fury"Shota, I'm... "

"Shota.."

"Watch"

"Fuck Kitten.." he growls into your neck, nipping at your sensitive skin "always so goddamn tight.. perfect"

"Purr for me Kitten..." he whispers into your ear, his hot breath making you shiver "let me hear those pretty little moans"

"You're mine Kitten" he growls at you with a particularly vicious thrust of his hips, driving his cock deep into your sopping cunt ".. say it"

"I'm yours.." you whimper around a desperate breath, catching in your throat as you moan "..I'm yours"

" Again!" He barks at you through clenched teeth, frenzied thrusts jutting his twitching cock into your gspot with dizzying accuracy "louder Kitten!"

"You did so good Kitten, perfect...took me so god damn well"

"Always" you breath in return, no doubt in your mind that you were well and truly his.

#mha #mha x reader #mha smut #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #aizawa smut #Daddyzawa #shota aizawa #jealous Aizawa #mha aizawa #aizawa shōta #aizawa x you #aizawa x y/n #eraser head #my hero academia #bnha aizawa #eraserhead #fanfiction #my hero fanfic

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Bazz B- “what’s your name?!”

Grimmjow- “WHAT?!”

Bazz B- “What is your name?”

Grimmjow- “GRIMMJOW!”

Bazz B- “fuck you, Grimmjow!”

Grimmjow- “WHATS YOUR NAME?!”

Bazz B- “Bazz B!”

Grimmjow “FUCK YOU BAZZ B!”

#bleach #bazz b #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #Cannot unhear this #Fits them so well #tybw #😂#🖕🏻

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Kissing under the mistletoe 🎄

Shunsui, Kisuke, Shinji, Grimmjow

Shunsui

Shunsui loves Christmas, he loves the festive atmosphere, the joy on the faces of everyone he passes. He enjoys the excuse to be merry, happily sipping on his precious sake As he basks in the merriment surrounding him. He enjoys all the traditions, new and old, from here and from lands far away that only appear in this magical time of year.

What he loves above all else is the way you throw yourself into the festive spirit, throughly enjoying each and every aspect of Christmas you can sink your teeth into. Your shared home carried the sweet smell of Christmas cookies you baked almost daily to hand out to friends and colleagues. You looked adorable, wrapped up in your warm Christmas jumper, smattering of flour on your rosy cheeks.

This is how Shunsui had found you, smiling brightly, covered in flour as you remove your latest tray of treats from the oven. After a long day of work, this is the only place he wanted to be. Well, less work and more chasing people down with a sprig of mistletoe, he should say. Man, woman, feral panther Espada. It didn’t matter, no one was safe from a dramatic smooch from the loveable old leech today.

He had saved the best kiss, the only kiss that mattered, for last.

You smile widely as Shunsui entered the kitchen, smelling faintly of the comforting liquor you had come to associate with him. Face flushed from the bitter wind outside, you hurriedly placed the trey on the counter to meet him in a warming hug. You could feel the chill lingering on his skin as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer into his chest.

"Welcome home" you nuzzle into his chest, smiling at the way he kissed your hair.

"You've been busy my love" he noted, peering over the top of your head at the array of freshly baked treats littering the kitchen. "I thought you had already handed out all your cookies this year?"

You pull from his embrace only to look him in the eye, your face splitting into a massive grin at the crooked smile he wore. "They're for you, I thought we could decorate them together

"Sounds wonderful" he told you, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing away the flour dirtying your nose "but first,"

You watched bemused as he started patting himself down, hands digging deep into his pockets in search of something you couldn't wait to see. With a triumphant grin, he pulled from his inner pocket some mistletoe, slightly abused in appearance by the less than delicate way it had previously been shoved into a pocket. You chuckle at the pout on his handsome face, the exaggerated, defeated slump in his shoulders at the anticlimactic reveal.

"Mistletoe?"

"Well, you know what they say if you DONT kiss under the mistletoe" he told you mysteriously, brushing his fingers over the limp leafs.

"Remind me. I can't quite recall". You stifle your laughter, though unable to keep the smile from your face as you played along

"If you don't kiss under the mistletoe, you break your mothers back, get seven years of bad luck, sink your ship. You know. The usual" he raised the mistletoe to hang between you both, swaying it back and forth as you giggle at the absurd mishmash of superstitions he falsely proclaimed "better not tempt fate, wouldn't you agree?"

You nod eagerly, reaching up on your tiptoes, you meet him in a playful kiss. His free arm wrapped around you, pulling you deeper into the kiss as your hands caressed over his chest, each smiling as your lips moulded together under the mistletoe.

Kisuke

"YN!" Kisuke slammed open your bedroom door with unnecessary force, scaring you half to death. You scramble over the present you were in the middle of wrapping. Tugging at the blanket on your bed, you tried to cover your gift before your nosy partner could catch a glimpse. You had told him what you were doing, and had threatened him with no presents if he continued to try and peek at what you had bought him before Christmas Day

"Kisuke!" You scold him, leaning back to a sitting position now that you were sure your gift would remain a surprise now that it was covered in your bedding "Don't do that, you scared me half to death"

Your stern frown went unnoticed as his eyes were fixated to the lump in the bed. Head tilted to the side, he began walking over "What have you got hiding under there?" He asked playfully, reaching out to attempt to tug at the comforter.. you slapped away the offending hand, satisfied with the unmanly yelp he gave. You rose to block his path as he shook the stinging slap off his hand, not letting it deter him away from his need to satisfy his curiosity.

"You know good and well what I'm doing in here. Out!" You try to push him from the room, not gaining an inch of ground as he planted his feet and watched you amused.

"Don't be like that, I just want a little peek" he chuckled, leaning around you to attempt to grab at the covering again. You grab his wandering hands, pulling them together between you.

"Kisuke, I swear to what ever god or demon is listening, if you don't get out and let me finish wrapping in peace, I'm going to.."

"You'll...? What?" Cocky bastard. He knew you loved Christmas too much to actually deny yourself the pleasure of seeing his face when he finally got to open his present

"Something very unchristmassy" you settle on weakly, giving him your best 'Im serious' face. "Now out, you nosy bastard"

"Just a peek?" He tried again, enjoying himself immensely with your futile attempts to get him leaving

"Haven't you ever heard of 'curiosity killing the cat?' You stubbornly refuse to let him ruin the surprise. It had taken you ages to find the perfect gift, and you've spent too many weeks hiding it for him to ruin the surprise now

"Have you ever heard of instant gratification?" He countered smugly, wrapping his arms around your waist, sneaking his hands over your ass and giving it a playful squeeze. You rolled your eyes, He was impossible.

"Did you just come in to grope me?" You accused, settling your hands on his chest now that he was no longer attempting to uncover your secret

"Just an opportunity I couldn't let pass without taking advantage" he grinned down at you, giving your derrière another loving fondle "I actually wanted to show you something, can you come with me a moment?"

You eye him dubiously, he was a sneaky man, with many tricks up his sleeve. This could all just be a ploy to lower your guard and capture his prize. "If you're just trying to get me far enough away so you can race back here and look.."

"On my honour" he grinned down at you "I really just want to show you something".

You search his face for any deceit, finding nothing but the unruly tuft of hair sitting on his nose. You nod reluctantly, allowing him to intertwine his fingers with your own and lead you from the room. You follow behind him through your home, getting ready to run back into the room should he make any sudden movements. You were lead to the front doors, where Kisuke helped you into your coat, sitting his hat atop your head to help with the bitter chill of the snow covered garden.

You followed him out silently, smiling at the deep crunch of snow beneath your feet. You loved that sound. Kisuke pulled you under the large tree at the bottom of the garden, turning to face you with a face splitting grin

"Tada!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms out in a grand gesture. You looked at him confused, not seeing what was so special. His smile softened, placing two fingers under your chin and directing your vision upwards"Look up"

Mistletoe clung to the branches, trailing down beautifully, little white berries glistening with the melting snow. You smile, reaching up to brush your fingers over the frostbitten leafs. They were so pretty, and didn't usually grow there "mistletoe " you spoke softly

Not one to waste an opportunity, you lean in, fingers wrapping tightly into Kisuke's clothing. He leaned down, lips curved into a smirk. A breath away from lips touching, Kisuke leaned back, just out of your reach to teasingly murmur"look who's all about instant gratification now"

You huff amused, fingers tightening in his clothing and pulling him towards you. He came willingly, capturing your lips with enthusiasm, hands returning to their favourite place on your ass and pushing you into him.

"I'm still not letting you see your present" you mumble against his lips, kissing away his answering laugh.

Shinji

You were hanging around in Shinji's office, waiting for him to finish writing up his report so he could join you at the christmas party currently being held in the 8th. Shinji has never been overly bothered about Christmas. Sure, he liked the quality time he got to spend with you, and the look on your face when he gave you your presents, the rest of the holiday though, he could take or leave. He didn't dislike Christmas, just wasn't as in love with it as you were.

You distracted yourself by looking around the place, admiring the decorations his lieutenant had put up around the office. The tree was modest in size, but was so beautifully decorated you couldn't tear your eyes away from it. Until something green and white caught your attention. Secure to the top of the door frame was a little bundle of mistletoe. You haven't yet managed to get Shinji under some, and desperately wanted that Christmas kiss.

You stand from the sofa kept there for guests, subtly making a show of stretching your arms above your head, acting like you were just getting stiff from sitting down. Shinji noticed your movements, hardly looking up from his scribbling "ya alrigh' babe?"

"Fine, just stretching my legs" you feign innocence, walking lazily over to the tree to brush your fingers over the baubles, eyes subtly flicking to the prize hanging in the doorway.

"Nearly finished Doll" already back focused on his report, you caught the flash of metal on his tongue as it poked out in concentration. You couldn't wait to feel it slide against your own. Nonchalantly you make your way over to the exit, leaning against the door frame, perfectly under the mistletoe. You waited patiently, eyes not leaving your partner as he focused on his work

It was taking to long.

"Shin?" You called trying to keep the impatience from your voice. You needed him up out of that seat and under this doorway. Not looking up from his writing, he grunted, letting him know you had his attention "could I have some of your water please?

Without looking up he blindly reached for his water bottle, chucking it loftily across the room to you. You fumbled the catch, unprepared for the sudden launch. Scrambling to catch it before it hit the floor, you let out an exasperated huff. "Thanks" you mutter disappointed that he didn't get up and bring it to you , before sipping at the room temperature liquid

"Anythin' for ya doll face" Honestly, you've never seen him concentrate on paperwork so diligently before, why did he have to start now? If you wanted him out of that seat, you needed to think of something that would pull all his focus. If there was one thing you knew about Shinji, he liked winning.

"You know, I think I've gotten taller"you say conversationally, stretching out to your full height. You hear his answering snort before he pulled his eyes away from his desk to look at you

"Are ya mental? Yer still the same short ass ya were yesterday" you hooked him, now all you had to do was reel him in..

"I'm serious" you protest, pouting your lips prettily, knowing he enjoyed seeing it, before letting it slip into a sly smirk "I think I'm you're height now"

Shinji shook his head chuckling, eyes drifting back down to his paperwork. "Yer still half a foot shorter than me babe"

"Wanna bet?"

You saw his eyes flash competitively, placing his pen down on the desk. Got him. He pushed his chair back, raising to hit feet confidently. Amused grin on his face as he walked around his desk, watching you intently. The height difference was clearly obvious before he even reached you, towering a good six or seven inches above you

"Ya wanna rethink ya statement?" He asked you cockily, standing close to exaggerate the angle in which he had to look down. You grin at him triumphantly, pointing a finger straight up. Shinji saw your finger and followed its direction, sighing when he saw the mistletoe hanging between you. He gave you a disbelieving look, realising quickly how you had tricked him "Really?"

"It's tradition" Shinji sighed, playing along with his disinterest. Rolling his eyes, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer into his body

"If ya wanted a kiss so badly, ya coulda just asked" He muttered before planting his lips against yours, sweetly at first, before deepening the kiss. Pushing you back into the door frame, he loomed over you, dominating the kiss. You moan into his mouth, pleased with the enthusiasm he met you with. He kissed you again, softer, lingering before he pulled away, smirking at your breathless state.

"I think I'll take this home," he said reaching up to take the mistletoe from the wood. Walking backward to his desk, he held your gaze with a lecherous grin, lowering the mistletoe to hold above his crotch, "We can use it later"

"really?" You asked him, struggling to hide your smile. He shot you a wink, grinning widely

"It's tradition after all "

Grimmjow

You wept softly, drying your eyes on the blanket you had wrapped around you. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the most romantic scene you had ever watched in a movie. The man poured his heart out, bearing his sole to his soul mate, begging her not to leave. Her face mirrored your own, tear stained, raw emotion shining in her eyes as the flurry of snow whipped around them

"Mistletoe" the woman whispered, looking up at the lush bunch of greenery hanging above their heads. Like magnets they snapped together, clinging to each other desperately, pouring their love for each other through their passionate kiss as the screen slowly faded to black. You sniffle quietly, dabbing away the last few tears escaping from your eyes

"That was the stupidest fucking thing I've ever seen"

Your eyes snap to the gruff voice, widening in disbelief. His arms were crossed over his wide chest, legs spread out comfortably on the couch besides you. He looked disgusted, almost sneering at the rolling credits. "Did you just watch the same thing I did? Grimmjow, that is one of the most romantic Christmas movies ever made"

He looked at you disbelieving, eye brows furrowing at the wet trails down your cheeks "the fuck you crying' for woman?" He snapped gruffly , turning his attention back to the tv to turn it off. Dropping the remote he stretches his arms high above his head, cracking his spine as he arched off the couch. " Fucking pathetic, chasing down a woman who doesn't want you, ain't he got no pride?"

You mouth hung open, gonsmacked by what you wear hearing. Sure, Grimmjow wasn't the most sensitive of guys, struggled with his own emotions, and by default resorted to snappy retorts. But couldn't he see the romance? The love?

"You wouldn't chase after me?"

He snorted, eyeing you amused "Fuck no. If ya don't want me I ain't gunna try and beg ya to come back". He shrugged, missing the hurt flash over your face "Stay cos you wanna stay"

You felt a pang of pain in your chest, the sting of tears prickling behind your eyes. He didn't love you enough to fight for you? For what you had? Throwing the blanket off your body, ignoring the mutter "the fuck?" Grimmjow gave as it hit him in the face, you jumped to your feet

"How silly of me. I forgot what an unromantic ass you are"

"hey" Grimmjow growled, attempting to take hold of your hand as you stomped past him. You jerked it out of his reach, giving him an icey look before stomping through your living "Oi! The fuck is your problem?"

"Fuck off Grimmjow" you snapped, slamming the bedroom door behind you, a clear indication he wasn't welcome in your bed tonight

"YN!" Grimmjow screamed after you, punching the couch in annoyance at your silence. The fuck was your problem now?! He had suffered through that weak ass movie because you had wanted to watch it. Now you were pissed? "Fucking emotional woman"

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You lay on your bed, tears long since stopped. Maybe you had over reacted. You know what Grimmjow was like. He wasn't the hearts and flowers guy, you knew that, accepted that. He showed you he cared in his own way, it wasn't really fair of you to get angry because he didn't agree with the romantic tendencies you held close to your heart. You weren't ready to apologise though. You were just as stubborn as he was, in many ways, you were a perfect pair. A night on the couch wouldn't hurt him.

A quiet rap to the bedroom door had you sitting up in bed, staring at the wood with held breath. The silence prolonged, thickening the tension in the room. Another more insistent knock sounded soon after. You debated wether you should answer or pretend to be asleep, you were too tired to have an argument right now..

"Will you just open the fucking door?!" Grimmjow accentuated his snappy demand with a thud of his fist against the door. Rolling your eyes you crossed the space, pissy bastard. You ripped open the door, angry retort on your tongue dying when you saw what awaited on the other side. Grimmjow had his arm up in the air, holding in his hand what appeared to be..

"Grimmjow... is that... spinach?" You cock you head to the side in confusion, eyeing the tuft of green leafs pinched between his fingers. He shrugged, eyeing the vegetation before looking deep into your eyes

"I don't know what the fuck mistletoe is or where to find it. This looked more like it than the broccoli did"

A startled laugh bubbled past your lips. That was so him. As daft as it was, the meaning was clear. He was apologising, attempting to be romantic knowing how much you loved romance. You heart felt like it grew three sizes, seeing the man you were head over heels for trying to give you what you wanted.

You slam into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing tightly. "Thank you" you whisper, nuzzling your cheek into his chest. His spinach free hand came up to cup your head, keeping you close to his chest

"where the fuck is my kiss?"

You giggle, tilting up you chin to look at him. He wore his lopsided grin, the one that had your knees feeling weak every time you saw it. Reaching up you meet him half way, pouring all your love and appreciation into the kiss.

No he wasn't the hearts and flowers guy, he was better. He was Grimmjow

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electronicwitchcollection · 6 months ago

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I hope you're doing okay.

I’m good, thank you for thinking of me! The cold weather is hindering my recovery, but I’m doing good! I’ve very nearly finished an Aizawa (mha) one shot, I’m hoping.. HOPING 🤞 I’ll be able to finish it to post tomorrow or Boxing Day. I’ve started ANOTHER Grimmjow one shot 😅 the way this man controls me is literally embarrassing. I’ve also done some of the new chapter of Accidental Mate, Caged wolf and I’m writing notes for an Urahara x YN x Aizen mini series 😅. I’ve gotten down notes for requests I’ve been given too! So loads in the works!

Hope you, and everyone has the most amazing Christmas 🎄 🩵

#bleach #bleach fanfiction

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electronicwitchcollection · 6 months ago

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I am CONVINCED, Urahara and Kyoraku are in an unspoken competition of who can wear their Kosode more open. Every time they meet, their chests are a little more revealed every time

Now we know Kyoraku has always liked the feel the wind through his chest hair, but in TYBW, I SWEAR it’s a breath away from his belly button being out

but this goon

SIR. You have not shown this much skin the entire series 😂

My mind will not be changed. They’re in a silent battle of who can show more skin. I’m convinced neither of them are willing to voice it, but they know. Soon they’ll both be ass naked, acting like it’s the most natural thing in the world, nothing but their hats and their pride

little sluts, the pair of them.

#bleach #shunsui kyoraku #urahara kisuke #bleach tybw #tybw #sluttycaptains

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electronicwitchcollection · 8 months ago

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I found your blog a few months ago and was heartbroken when I saw how long ago it had been since your last post. However, I held out hope you would return, followed you, and turned on notifications so I would know if and when you returned. Can't even tell you how excited I was when the notification showed up on my phone earlier. 🥰🥰

oh bless you! Thank you for your confidence 😂 I’m so happy I’m finally well enough (and found my creative passion again!) to come back to writing! I’ve missed being apart of this community and having such amazing conversations with like minded people 🩵 I can’t promise I’ll be able to get back into posting as often as I did straight away, but I’ll definitely work my way back up to it

#🩵#home sweet home

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electronicwitchcollection · 8 months ago

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~*How they kiss*~

edited: I added Byakuya 🩵

Shinji

Shinji kisses you dirtily. Not one for chaste brushing of lips or quick, soft presses of your mouths, no, Shinj wants devour every single crevace of your mouth. His tongue will drag across your own, twirling and manipulating your tongue in ways you never knew it could bend. He'd memorise the very shape and placement of your teeth, extract your taste from your mouth until it over powers his own. He pushes into the kiss, invading your space and pushing you off balance, keeping you pinned flush againt his body until hes the only thing you can feel. His hands would wonder and explore, grabbing, pinching, squeezing anything he can get hold of, just to taste your sweet moans. It would be hot and heavy, a far cry from what would be considered acceptable PDA. He would be vocal, groaning and grunting into your mouth, hips rolling into you to let you feel just how much he wants you.

Gin

The way Gin kisses can only be described as torturous. Gin would keep you waiting, until you were needy and desperate and then he would make you wait some more. He'd ghost his lips over yours, his breath tickling the sensitive skin, tingling with the the taunt of what could be. He'd lean in, keeping you on the edge before averting to your ear, a sly grin on his lips when he hears your breath catch in your throat at the denial. You can hear the amusement in his tone, so intertwined with the almost cruel satisfaction as he whispers in your ear.. "I don' think ya desperate enough yet..". When he finally, after begging, pleading, bribing, kisses you, it would just be the next step of sweet torture. He would kiss you excruciating slow, bearly there pressure moulding your lips together. He would move away if you tried to take any control, making your start his torturous dance all over again. He would slide his tongue into your mouth only a fraction, giving you only a sliver of what you crave, building up slowly. He'd give you only a moment of everything this has been building up to before pulling away, leaving you desperately wanting more.

Shunsui

Consumingly. Shunsui kisses like he does everything else. Languid, lazy, unhurried and savoured. He takes the time to throughly enjoy and experience every facet of kissing you. While the kiss isnt outwardly passionate or ravenous.. you cant help but feel completely consumed by him and his ownership of the kiss. Shunsui's fingers trail softly over your curves, lovingly memorising every flawless imperfection on your body. He tilts your head up to meet him with a gentle yet confident finger under your chin, thumb brushing tantilisingly slow over your bottom lip. When he leans down and captures your lips with his own, your sences are consumed by him. The softness of his lips contrasting against the slight scratch of his beard. The floral smell that clings to his clothes, almost transporting you to a field of wild flowers on a summers day. The heat of his body slowly sinking into your own, relaxing you fully into his embrace. His sake infused breath would mingle with your own as he parts your lips, slowly caressing your tongue with his. Shunsui plays with varying pressures, tilting your head this way and that to ensure he consumes every ounce of pleasure from you. He exubes a lazy confidence, knowing exactly how to make you melt and surrender to him completely

Urahara

Urahara kisses you teasingly. He'd kiss his way up your neck, grinning into your skin as he feels your pulse quicken. Changing up between firm presses and barely there brushes, nipping and grazing his lip against you. He would look down at you with mischief in his eyes, teasingly getting closer to your lips, before turning your head and tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. He'd chuckle darkly at your impatient huff.. "you're cute when you pout.." he'd husk in your ear, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you flush against him. His other hand would cup your jaw, tilting your head up to take in your frustrated look. Leaning in again, he'd flick the tip of his tongue over your lip, grinning cockily as he pulls away... "Beg for it.." . When you break, whining and fisting his top in your hands, "Kisuke...please..." .. he'd lower his head back to your lips, moving back slightly to make you groan, smirking before whispering "good girl.." When Kisuke finaly kisses you, its perfectly constructed to drive you wild. Pressing his lips against yours, hand squeezing your ass, he'd run his tongue over your bottom lip, playfully backing away when you part them. The corners of his mouth would turn up in a smirk, letting you chase him before surging forward and claiming your mouth. He'd groan when your tongues meet, greedily tasting you, working himself just as much as you with his teasing.

Grimmjow

Grimmjow kisses you hungrily.. possessively. You are his and he will take what he wants from you. Grimmjow doesn't waste time with teasing or playful kisses. Dosen't do soft caresses or lingering touches. Grimmjow is hungry for you and he is going to devour you. He'd grip you, fingers pawing at your hips or ass as he held you prisoner in his grasp, leaving you no chance of escaping until he was fully sated and satisfied. Grimmjow would wrap his hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to prove his ownership, keeping you exactly where he wants you as he slams his lips into yours. Sharp teeth would nip at your lip, demanding entrance, tongue forcing its way through if you took too long for his liking. Grimmjow would growl into the kiss, tongue battling with yours, forcing your submission. He would greedily lap up your taste, tongue rolling over your own again and again, parting only when his chest burned for oxygen. When he finally breaks the kiss, you're both left panting. He keeps you close, your hot breath mixing together, eyes taking in your lips, plump and swollen, parted with drsperate breaths.. looking so wrecked from just his kiss.. he'd growl "mine"

Ukitake

Ukitake would kiss you tenderly. Soft touches and gentle caresses is the only way this man would touch you. You are precious to him, the love of his life and he couldn't imagine touching you with anything other than delicate, tender touches. He would cup your cheek, sming down at you with adoration as he places a loving kiss on your forehead. He would let his lips linger, savouring the sweet genture. His eyes closing to fully take in the way his lips press into your forhead, breathing in the warm scent of your shampoo. Pulling back he would rub gos thumb gently over your cheek, so soft and smooth. Intertwining his othe hand with yours, Jushiro would bring them up to his lips, curved in a soft smile. He'd plant gentle kisses to each of your fingers, eyes locked onto yours for every one. Taking a step closer, he would angle your face up to his, eyes slowly taking in every feature of your face. He would tilt his head, pressing his lips to yours. Lingering together, holding onto the connection for as long as he could. Jushiro would press his forhead into yours, embracing the quiet, intimate moment.

Kensei

Kensei would kiss you completely. Kensei is very much a 'if it's worth doing, it's worth doing right' kind of man and kissing you is no different. When he kisses you, he kisses you thoroughly. There will not be a single doubt in your mind that he has kissed you as good as he could've. Kensei would run his fingers through your hair, fisting it just above the nape of your neck and manipulate you to the perfect angle. Hand covering your hip, he would hold onto you protectivly, pressing his lips firmly against yours. He would kiss your top lip softly before kissing your bottom lip harder. Tugging your hair slightly in a silent command to open your mouth, Kensei would tilt his head to fit against you seamlessly. He would start out slowly, savouring the feel and taste of your tongue swirling around his own. With a grunt Kensei would pull you closer, deepening the kiss, leaving no part of your mouth without his attention. He would loosen his hold on your hair, gently cupping the back of your neck as he slows down the kiss. Leaving you feeling fully and completely kissed.

Byakuya

Byakuya kisses you like it’s the last time. Byakuya knows the pain of loosing the one you love, the heartache of knowing what that last kiss feels like. When he kisses you, he kisses you with everything. He would cup your cheek gently, tilting your head up just right to be able to look deep in your eyes. He would brush your hair behind your ear and lower his lips to yours, pouring all his love and affection into the soft kiss. Not leaving you any doubt just how much this man adores you. Byakuya would pull you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist as he deepens the kiss. Gently coaxing your lips apart and sensually brushing his tongue against yours. Committing to memory your taste, the feel of you, your scent. When you part he’d keep you close, breaths mingling between you as you steady your breathing, before resting his forehead against yours.

#bleach fanfiction #bleach #bleach writer #gin ichimaru #kensei muguruma #shunsui kyoraku #jushiro ukitake #urahara kisuke #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #hirako shinji #kiss #glad to be back #bleach anime #bleach fandom #bleach headcanons #bleach x reader #byakuya kuchiki

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electronicwitchcollection · 8 months ago

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Guess who’s back from the dead? 🫣

Firstly, thank you so much to everyone who has reached out to me through the year, to everyone who has read, hearted, shared and commented on my posts 🩵 you truly have no idea how much that has helped me in the past year.

I have been incredibly unwell, months of hospital stays, invasive tests and multiple trials of different medications and treatments had knocked me down, but I’m definitely not out! 💪

Things are looking up, I’ve relearned how to live again and I’m tentatively stoking that creative fire 🔥

Unfortunately I lost one of the closest people to me last month. I had written the eulogy which was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, but it has reminded me how much I love writing and creating these scenarios.

The past few months I have tried to keep writing my drafts, a sentence here, a word or two there. Jotting down lines and phrases I liked the sound of ready for when I’m back.

I have nearly finished two Aizawa one shots, about half way through the next chapter of Accidental mate and have started on a few more bleach ideas! I have a rough outline for an Aizen x reader x Urahara story, which I will hopefully start in the new year, along with some requests!

As a little gift/apology, I will be posting a little something about how our favourite bleach men kiss within the next hour 🩵

#bleach #bleach fanfiction #bleach smut #aizawa x y/n #mha aizawa #Accidental mate #back from the dead #smut writing #i am writing #my therapy is bleach 😂

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electronicwitchcollection · 1 year ago

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@kryptoniteforsale 😂 I’m alright with mine

@muzansfangs @tinypnut @inky-person

Doing one of these but with my mutuals after seeing this image on my dash today!!

..Y'know he may be the god of war but.. I'm not mad. No, no not at all. :)

@xxgalacticambitionsxx @hatbox-apologist @ghostingyourass79 @kittieshauntedourfantasy @emerald194 @thatonerabbit @comical-icicle

#tag game #mutuals #Grimmjow #he’s the king

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electronicwitchcollection · 1 year ago

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How have you been feeling? Better I hope. GET WELL SOON MISS MY FAVORITE WRITER!

hey everyone 💜 so I’ve had a lot of inboxes like this one, so just wanted to keep you all updated.

I’ve been in and out of the hospital the past few weeks. I’m okay, and on the mend. With my health as bad as it is recently, just trying to maintain normal home life as been taxing, and has left me with little energy for anything creative.

I’ve absolutely not put down the proverbial pen. I adore writing and have so many ideas I want to get too, plus finish my existing projects (honestly, Grimmjow is fuming with me 😂) I’ve slowly started introducing it back into my routine, a sentence here, a paragraph there. I hope you can all bare with the lack of content for just a little while more, I promise, more content is coming!

Thank you to everyone who has reached out, it really means a lot and brings a smile to my face every time. I don’t want to repeat this for every ask I’ve had, so if you’ve reached out, please know that I’m thankful, and will be back in full swing soon 🩵

#writing #down but not out #thank you

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electronicwitchcollection · 1 year ago

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words to use when writing

Appetite:

craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal

Arouse:

agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up

Assault:

attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound

Beautiful:

admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting

Brutal:

atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild

Burly:

able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed

Carnal:

animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean

Dangerous:

alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous

Dark:

atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched

Delicious:

enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty

Ecstasy:

delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled

Ecstatic:

delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild

Erotic:

amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing

Gasp:

catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded

Heated:

ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous

Hunger:

appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst

Hungry:

avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting

Intense:

forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous

Liquid:

damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping

Lithe:

agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry

Moan:

beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl

Moving:

(exciting,) affecting, effective arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling

Need:

compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen

Pain:

ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart

Painful:

aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded

Perverted:

aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile

Pleasurable:

charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent

Pleasure:

bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven

Rapacious:

avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering

Rapture:

bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy

Rigid:

adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering

Sudden:

abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning

Thrust:

(forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel

(push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick

Thunder-struck:

amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback

Torment:

agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe

Touch:

(physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap

(mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize

Wet:

bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water

Wicked:

abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched

Writhe:

agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank

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