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🎂 Happy Birthday reverse uno x 4

Captain Szayelaporro x Lieutenant READER

Warning: Medical experimentation, spitting, messy, marathon sex, face sitting, oral sex (receiving), cum eating (male), foursome, clone fucking, public sex, multiple orgasms, strap-on, pegging, male anal fingering, Szayel fucked stupid, twisted ending.

Beta reader: thank you @saltychonk along with a wonderful illustration (nsfw bluesky art)

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Alternate Universe: When the roles have reversed and the Espadas have become the Captains and vice versa. And the role of a Lieutenant has become more than just managing logistics.

Day 1 entry for @bleachsmutfest

You heard footsteps echoing down the hallway leading up to the laboratory where you had a secret to hide. You recognized the owner of those deliberately firm heel strikes– someone confident and authoritative was heading your way. Your screen was flashing with all sorts of illegal data that would be confiscated if discovered.Quickly shutting off your computer screen, you gathered a stack of papers and began organizing them in an attempt to appear busy and unsuspicious.

He made his grand entrance; his presence never went unnoticed. Your body trembled with anticipation of the unknown. In the reflection of your computer screen, you saw him walking directly toward you, hands in his pockets, a dangerous smirk playing on his face.

What was he planning? What was in his pockets?

The room, full of Squad 12 members, suddenly fell silent. Even the sharp clicks and brisk taps of keyboards softened. You could hear the heartbeats of your neighbors. No one dared make a sound — not even a breath out of place. He didn’t just instill fear in his squad; he demanded perfection. And if they did not deliver, well he had an appetite for insubordination.

He stood behind you, his hands coming out of his pocket and you half expected him to hand you a questionable pill. But instead, he placed his hands gently on your stiff shoulders. Your first thought: What is he playing at?

His hands crawled down your arms, gentle enough to ignite a spark between your legs but you bite your tongue to keep the moan at bay. Although this wasn’t the first time he gave his laboratory a performance— and it would certainly not be the last.

“Boosts morale”, he explained, justifying his unethical behavior.

Morale my ass. He didn't care about morale.

Regardless, your clothes were quickly tossed to the side and he spread you open like a text book on his desk. He made sure everyone had gathered around to witness his experiment.

Hypothesis: He can make you cum in less than 5 minutes.

Materials: His cock.

Results: “4.60 minutes”, he grinned once a lab assistant clicked on the stopwatch.

You were left a throbbing, drooling mess on his desk– not an ounce of dignity left. He fucked you for less than 5 minutes and you came like there was nothing else in the world that mattered but his cock.

Your body twitched in his arms as he carried you to a private room to finish off, his dick still tightly locked in place.

In due time, your planned payback will come.

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And that day finally came!

“FINALLY!” You jolted upright, yelling, momentarily forgetting about your surroundings.

You quickly covered your mouth, hoping no one witnessed your excitement. No one cared. Their only concern was avoiding becoming the Captain’s next meal– laser focused on the task at hand with deadlines looming over their head like a loaded gun.

You sat back down, your heart throbbing and your mind racing. You were about to take on a very difficult challenge that could quite possibly risk your life. But if you succeed, it would help for the betterment of the Soul Society by creating a limitless army. However, you also had your own selfish reasons to be completely invested in this secret project.

You had all the data. Now to test it….on yourself.

Objective: Creating stable clones using data gathered and analyzed from Captain Szayelaporro’s Zanpakuto.

Subject: You.

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The Captain’s meeting had ended early. It was your Captain’s birthday, and no one cared about it except him. If it were up to him, he would turn it into a national holiday.

At least his Lieutenant cared enough and had a little (more like big) surprise waiting for him. With a blindfold over his eyes, he was led to his bedroom.

“Captain, let me take care of those clothes”, you whispered against his ear, a breathy whisper that fooled him to lower his guard. You began to take off his clothes with the help of some helping hands he was yet to become aware of.

He didn’t like the idea of being blindfolded. He wanted to see your cute little face all flustered and a mess when he pounded into your greedy cunt. Well, that is what he assumed the surprise was— his Lieutenant taking really good care of his Captain and his insatiable needs. Isn’t that supposed to be the primary duty of a Lieutenant?

And he wasn’t half wrong. Actually, he was a quarter right. Because he didn’t just feel a pair of hands on him. He felt four pairs of hands on him.

“Oh? Are we sharing me today? I trust you selected a good looking bunch”, he grinned, not alarmed and looking forward to the birthday treat to come.

“Oh they good-looking alright”, you replied without revealing too much.

The spiritual pressures were not readable on the clones, making it difficult for him to recognize them.

“Captain, don’t be alarmed but we are about to play a little game. I’m going to tie your hands up against the bedpost”.

“If it is all part of the fun, why not. Not like I need my hands tonight. Cut them off if they get in the way”. His chuckle sent a dreadful chill down your spine, reminding you of his masochistic nature.

“No need to go that extreme!”, you quickly snapped while yanking his skinny, long arms up above his head to get them secured against the bedpost.

You and the three clones stood there for a few minutes to admire your rare masterpiece all tied up and vulnerable. It was odd to see a disproportionately thick dick attached to those boney hips. His cock was smooth and free of veins, aesthetically pleasing he liked to call it. Perfection from all aspects and all angles.

His ‘perfection’ was already erect and the tip leaking a steady stream of precum from sheer excitement alone.

“Are we going to just feast with our eyes today?”, he asked a rhetorical question for which your answer was a fist full of his cock.

He felt several pairs of hands wrap around his cock, easy strokes up and down, more precum adding to the sleek mess. You made sure your clones did not have any fingerprints to read or else that genius man would have figured out the clone deception.

All of you edged him on, stroking his cock, adding some spit to help with the friction of eight hands that greedily fought for a grip of his flesh.

You squeezed his balls, feeling the heaviness sit within your palms. He let out a shameless moan, never once shy from expressing his delight.

A few hands inched towards his entrance, palms cupping his balls to lift them up and out of the way, watching his tight hole flirtatiously wink at you all.

“Mmm don’t be shy. You know I play down there. A hole is a hole. Mine or yours– if it is pleasure to be sought”.

And with a mouthful of warm spit as a warning for what was to come– a few fingers slipped in with ease, stretching his entrance beyond belief.

It had him twitching, moaning and cumming uncontrollable. The invading fingers were laced with an intrarectal aphrodisiac. He was extra sensitive and slowly turning him into a mindless slut. Ring a bell?

“Fuck! I just saw the gates of hell and I want in”,He grinned a drooly grin, his face cloaked in pure bliss—overstimulated, descending into madness that, for once, had nothing to do with torturing his specimens.

“Now now! Don’t beg for death just yet”, you whispered against his face, the clones now taking turns to settle on his messy cock.

Speaking of death, your hand did itch to wrap around his pretty thin neck, cut off that circulation even for a brief moment, watch his face turn the same shade of his hair or maybe a tad purple. Oh, what a beautiful color to add to his pallid complexion. He deserved to endure pain as repayment for the years of misery he brought upon you– did he not?

You sat on his chest, rubbing your wet folds against his dull skin, feeling the ridges of his rib cage against your sensitive folds. One clone after another, took turns to bounce on his tired sore cock, making him cum countless times more, adding onto the messy pool of goo.

One of the clones had read your deepest desires and decided to fulfill them wholeheartedly. They carried themselves towards his head. Literally blindsided, he was granted a mouthful of his own cum. Your clone had settled on his face, thighs squeezing around his pretty head and pussy dripping with his most recent load. The clone used his head like a chair, suffocating him for minutes at a time. He did not struggle. He did not put up a fight. For he was about to make a short trip back to hell once again.

The other clone continued to ride his smooth, shiny, messy and gooey cock that was now covered in strands of his cum mixed with everyone’s arousal.

The third clone decided to surprise him with another birthday treat. With a strap-on proudly supported, the clone aligned itself square against his gaping hole. As the clone made its entrance, he let out a muffled groan against the pussy folds that sat on his lips, the vibrations from his affliction sending waves of pleasure up the clit.

What a party– a sight to withhold. And you sat on his chest, watching his body unfold.

The party lasted for an hour, not more. Everyone changed positions, circling around him like musical chairs.

“Happy birthday, Captain”, he heard your voice echo three times once everyone abandoned their stations and repositioned around his restrained body.

The birthday man let out a chuckle, the blindfolds finally slipped off, his eyes were nothing but expanded pupils with a faint brim of gold. The fluorescent lights flickered above him, burning his retina, tears of ecstasy gathered around the corner of his eyes, his gaze settling around you and your clones.

“So this is what you had been cooking all this time?”, he asked, his voice slowly regaining some stamina, your abundant presences reigniting his vigor.

“You knew I was plotting something?!” You sounded surprised but you knew better than to try hiding something from him.

“Oh? It was a secret?” He mocked you with that grin that had disappeared a moment ago when he was walking along the fine border of life and death.

You reached forward to free his hands but your clones grabbed you by the wrist and began to tie your hands against his instead.

“Wait…what!!!!”, you tried to squirm on top of him.

His manic chuckle tickled your ears– dread resurfacing coupled with a wave of nausea.

“You made these clones using my data. You think I won't be able to control them?”

“No!!! These are MY clones! I should be the one controlling them!!”, you snapped, hating how he always got the last laugh.

“Is that so? Look again, darling~”

You turned your head and noticed your clones were not your clones anymore. All three had transformed into their true forms– Him.

“What the hell!!!” Your eyes were ready to pop out from their sockets from the shock alone.

“Oh, don’t act so amused. You might pop one of those pretty little blood vessels”.

“You tampered with my data!!!” You accused him with the evidence dancing behind you as sadistic grins.

“Made some modifications. Some improvements. I will not deny that. Look how beautiful they turned out”, he proudly beamed.

Dread turned to anger and you were ready to bolt out of the room from the embarrassment and defeat. However, you were held down on top of your Captain.

“Now that I got a good taste of how it would feel to get fucked by my own clones…I think it’s time for my real present”.

You passed him a glare and his sadistic grin just grew.

“Prepare the holes darling. I’m about to have my birthday cake”.

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go on a trip with me, he said.

it’ll be fun he also said.

what he did not say was that you weren’t allowed to piss anywhere but the car on the way there and obviously not in the toilet when you reached the hotel.

you were his toilet and the rest of the room was your toilet. he made you drink so much water as he drove. and you were trying to hold it in so bad. it had been hours almost. it hurt so good to hold it in. he drove the speed limit around a corner of the highway hitting a long stretch of forest like area. “sirrr i can’t hold it anymoree..” you fidgeted in your seat taking your seatbelt off to side down in your seat. good thing you wore a short dress for the ride. you pulled your panties down just in time with piss gushing out your cunt all over the floor of the passenger side with a stream hitting the dashboard. ichigo watched you piss all over his car with the hardest dick ever poking through his joggers. you pulled your panties back over and sat up in your seat to drink your water again.

a few more hours later another pang of desperation to piss hit you as you pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. it was dark outside by this time. no one was around. you were so wet from pissing in the car earlier and having to go again didnt help. you rubbed your cunt through your panties thinking about how you wanted to piss on the carpet in the room. or pissing on ichigo’s chest. or in his mouth.

ichigo went to check in or whatever and you had to go again. there was a big empty spot you wanted to piss in, the drivers seat. a surprise for him to come back to. maybe. the backseat was a good compromise. you climbed in the backseat moving your panties over squatting over the arm divider. soft fabric waiting to be soaked in your piss. you began to piss on it with the flow soaking the seats below it. little did you know that ichigo was right outside watching you through the windows. he could see your dripping,pissy cunt soaking his car again. he stealthily concealed himself and was so quiet opening the backrest door snd climbing in. he just wanted a closer look. you know you heard the car doors unlock but you were too busy pissing all over the seats. he pulled you right on his lap barely able to pull his length out and push you down on it. the stretch burned a little too good. you were so wet and warm around him and he just fucked you like a doll on his dick right there in the parking lot. you dripped so much cream around his dick it started making a mess on his joggers.

you were going to piss all night for him and he wanted to watch it all. but first he felt a pang in his bladder, he had to piss too. he wanted to piss on your pretty cunt and watch you cum from that so he kept fucking you closer and closer to your peak. you rushed a hand between you two, right on your clit rubbing fast.

“bend over again puppy and keep rubbing your cunt,” he cooed at you as you got in position again over the wet arm divider. ichigo sat up as best he could aiming his dick at your cunt as he started to piss. a strong and warm stream right on your clit as you rubbed it fast. you were cumming and clenching around nothing in no time. his hard stream felt so good along with your fingers on it and everything was too much. it was all so much and he kept pissing a little while longer making you sensitive. “sir we didnt bring our bags in..” you slumped on the wet seat so dazed from your orgasm unable to find more words than that. ichigo got hard again looking at your creamy wet cunt. wet and dripping from your wetness and his piss. he slid back in your needy hole with such force and little to no resistance. he held himself deep in your cunt and just stayed there keeping you full of him.

“let’s just stay like this for right now..”his strained voice spoke trying to conceal how needy he was for you.

you’ll check in to that hotel sooner or later.

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Type of thruster- part 2

nsfw. Part 1.

Mayuri: Stimulating, sporadic and spontaneous. He might just come up at anytime and get his freak on, fucking your poor holes in any order or direction he desires with anything he admires. You drop your panties on command and on demand— your folds already glistening with your arousal from the anticipation of the unplanned.

Izuru: He starts off slow and hesitatant, very much worried he might not deliver. It’s with your constant encouragement that he starts rotating his hips and picking up the pace. And once he has the momentun going, it’s hard for his hips to stop.

Bazz-B: A mean merciless machine. No reservations or hesitstions with his deep thrusts— pounding his aggression and cum into you. He puts his entire body weight and muscle behind each thrust, letting out a loud groan (much like a battle cry) each time.

Jushiro: Will be very gentle and careful for the first few thrusts, making sure you are wet enough so it doesn't hurt. He eases into the rhythm— slow and deliberate, studying your facial expressions the entire time, making sure you are experiencing it as good as he is.

Kisuke: Winds up his hips and crashes into you from the get-go, building the hype, stirring up your insides. Once he gets you to the where he wants you to be, he pulls out before you reach your climax and starts jerking himself off, cum landing all over your abandoned body and he walks away.

Akon: Distracted, stressed and half assed thrusts. He is multitasking— cigarette in one hand and collecting data with his other. He shoves himself half way inside you and gives you a few slow thrusts before pulling out to do something and comes back to you whenever he can. You are bent over his desk, doing your own set of tasks on a laptop— ass fully ready to let him in whenever he gets a chance.

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IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT

some slightly mean ichigo smut inspired by @ichigf I decided to write cause I highkey had nasty thoughts ab him tonight. (3 AM) I don’t normally write for Ichigo but I hope yall enjoy <3

includes: mutual masturbation ig, AFAB reader in mind, nasty Ichigo. NSFW obviously. mentions of getting caught, dirty talk. 1.2k words

“Look at you. So fucking wet and we didn’t even begin.”

Ichigo looked down at you, body hovering over yours as the bed springs creaked from his weight. Your eyes glassy from how hot and flushed your face was.

He caught you, red fucking handed. Quite literally so, walking home late at night to find you in his room touching yourself, writhing in his bed trying to get yourself off.

The sight was a sorry one to him, really, knowing he was the one that always made you feel good. Your fingers alone were never really enough.

“Really snuck all the way upstairs into my room? Knowing my dad might hear you..”

With his words, you might’ve thought he was mad, and although you couldn’t see his expression quite clearly in the dark of his room only slightly lit by the moonlight shining from his window, you could hear the smirk on his face anyway.

“Such a dirty girl.. I can’t believe you. All because you’re hungry for my cock.. right?”

Ichigos words couldn’t make you flush hard enough, embarassing you by the second while he shamed you, although you felt yourself grow wetter with each word he spoke.

Suddenly, feeling his hands snake its way to your hip, you felt him snatch your boxers away to reveal your puffy folds, wet and soaking from his words alone.

“Damn baby.. I really got you this wet? Guess we’re gonna have to take care of that..”

Before you had the chance to speak, a hand of his moved your own away to mess with your clit, sliding his fingers up and down your pussy to feel gather your arousal.

He was impressed, really. But not surprised.

“Ichigo..” you whimpered, but your cry was soon hushed by Ichigos hand around your mouth.

“Shhh, be quiet. You don’t want my dad n’ lil sisters to hear you whining for me downstairs do you?”

You looked at him sheepishly, shaking your head as a no, as he removed his hand away to bring it back to your folds.

“Good.. don’t need another reason for my dad to be bothering my ass in the morning.”

His tone was mean, teasing, even, but he knew you didn’t mind when he felt how wet you got while he talked to you like this. It turned you on and you couldn’t help it.

Your eyes turned to see Ichigos left arm planted on the bed, keeping him stable enough to hover above you while the other messed with your cunt, the sticky sound of his fingers playing with your arousal not going unnoticed by your ears.

With your eyes moving downwards to watch, you noticed the hard on inside his pants, as he immediately caught your gaze, and laughed.

“Oh, you just noticed..?” He moved his hand a bit to show you, tenting in his jeans. “See the shit you do to me? This is your fault..”

You only mewled behind your own hand, covering your mouth as you bucked into his hand. His touch sent fire to your skin, knowing how and where to touch you while his thumb circled around your pussy, while the other teased your hole.

You couldn’t stand it, trying your hardest not to whine as you knew his sisters were only a few doors away. But the thought of getting caught by his father made you wet.

“Shit.. You’re so fucking wet.. Wonder what nasty shit you’re thinking about..” he whispered, in a distracted, yet hushed voice, too busy looking down at your messy clit.

Ichigo said nothing about the way you jerked against his hand, your body desperate for more, as he only smirked. But he continued, playing with your clit as he could feel how puffy it was, guessing you must’ve been trying to get off for a while.

“Fuck.. m’ so fucking hard.. You’re lucky they’re all asleep. I would’ve turned you over on your knees and fucked you deep.”

You could hear the slight desperation in his voice, the annoyance caused by the tent in his jeans. You knew he wanted to be inside you, but he didn’t wanna risk waking up his sweet little sisters, or his dad, worst of all.

So he settled for getting you off instead, until an idea flashed inside his mind, smirking down at you as he watched your brows furrow in confusion.

Ichigos hand left your clit only for a brief moment, watching him loosen the buckle of his jeans as he tossed it to the floor, as he freed his aching cock from his boxers.

“S..see? Look how hard I am.. all cause of you.. sneaking into my room at this time of night, touching yourself on my bed..”

Ichigo couldn’t help but groan, his cock twitching in the air as it was freed, begging for release. So he decided to lean on the bed, thrusting against the sheets to seek release as he rubbed your clit.

The scene was lewd, your muffled cries behind your hand while he fucked himself against the bed. All while Ichigo was able to keep himself hovering above you to stimulate you, while getting himself off.

But with the way your hips jerked and your pitch heightened, he knew you were close. And he was too.

Yet with the way he was rubbing your soaking clit so furiously, it wasn’t hard to feel release bubbling inside you, hips bucking in the air as you could feel yourself get close.

“Mmh.. I—Ichigo—“ “fuck— I know baby, I know—“

Ichigo cut you off with desperation laced in his words, hearing him pant harder as he fucked the sheets faster.

Hearing him nearly release, your thighs started to shake as you realized you were about to come, crying out behind your hand as he looked up to meet your eyes.

“Fuck.. just wait— hold on for me a little longer—“ Ichigo gasped, panting in the air as he rocked his hips a little harder, finally nearing his peak as you neared yours.

“Fuck— fuck—! Just— just come for me— cmon, come.. come all over me.. m’ close too—“ Ichigo whispered with a string of curses, his brows furrowing as he neared his release.

Finally, hearing him speak, your body arched off the bed as you came with a cry, trembling violently as he watched you quake on the bed.

The sight of your climax brought upon his own, jerking in his place above you on the bed as he fucked the sheets, spurting ropes of cum all over the bed as he gripped the sheets.

He sat up to kneel as he fisted his cock a few more times, watching the rest of his cum leak as he came down from his high, panting heavily as you were.

You watched with a smile as you panted breathlessly, collapsed on the bed with your chest heaving. Ichigo caught your smile, smirking back at you like a mirror as his own breath mingled with yours.

The both of you, messily intertwined after sex, like the two horny teenagers you were, finally began to wind down, as he carelessly snatched off the sheets, throwing it across the room into the bin.

“Damn.. that was.. I— I needed that..” Ichigo breathed, smiling as he laid himself beside you, spooning you with a hand over your tummy while he kissed your neck, breath ever so slightly tickling your skin.

You tiredly hummed in agreement, smiling to yourself as you grew sleepy, eventually falling asleep in his arms as he hugged you.

“Sleep well babe.. I know you need it.”

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A pop-up book

Nsfw Shunsui x reader

Mean sex with Shunsui is rare. He typically treats you like a delicate cherry blossom where you may crumble with the slightest bit of force. Passionate, gentle and purposeful is how he delivers his usual thrusts.

But today he is on a completely different wavelength. At your request, he is giving it his all. Fucking you hard and offering the roughest and meanest thrusts, pounding your pussy with such force— inch by inch the sturdy desk he has you blossoming upon is sliding across the room.

Legs spread apart and knees held to the side of your chest so he could open you wide like a pop-up book and watch those beautiful breasts bounce and dance to the rhythm of his mean thrusts.

You finally clamp down on his fat veiny cock, your orgasm only flutters away— however, he purposefully pulls out seconds before your release. He slaps your pussy and clit, watching your orgasm build to unsatisfactory heights, body twitching every time his palm lands harshly on your sore sex.

“You like that, petal? You like it when I’m mean to you? You dirty flower of mine. You want all the Captains to walk in on us? Give them a nice performance before the meeting? Let them savor their tea among the blossoms.”

Today he treats you like a resilient Marigold or a hardy Lotus that will continue to bloom for him regardless of the harsh conditions.

And that is how you thrive!

“Yes!!! Fuck yes!”, is your scandalous reply.

Perform you shalt.

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hold them still. i need to check something,”aizen lowly commanded ichigo to keep you where he wanted you.

you were held tightly to ichigo’s chest by one of his arms wrapped around your lower waist with a hand snaking down to nudge your legs open. he kept them open with one of his legs holding yours down. his other hand around your neck and jaw in a dizzying grip to keep you looking forward at aizen. you were so vulnerable open like this. it made you feel so small in his arms and under both their gazes. “relax your body this will only take a second,” a sly lie hushed in your ear by ichigo. he knows they’re going to fuck you stupid real soon and it’s growing difficult for him to hide his growing excitement.

aizen peered down at the both of you. you look so dumb and desperate staring back at him while the thoughts just leave your head. you enjoyed this little game , even when you didn’t know your future in it. aizen’s gaze only intensified as he scanned your body slowly starting from your cunt up to your face. you were stripped naked earlier with only maybe your jewelry still on you. they just wanted their toy to have a little decoration, not their fault you looked so pretty. he stalks over to you, eyes boring into your face before he glides a cold nimble hand against your face. you opened your mouth as his hand neared it, allowing him to hook his fingers in your jaw and open it wider. he looks into your mouth while slowly pressing his fingers deeper in it.

“pretty mouth..i should put it to use..” he purrs at you with a smirk so evil it makes you shiver. ichigo grunts feeling you trembling in his arms. so weak. too pliable. just perfect to ruin. he looks at you sucking aizens fingers like a well trained slut and almost lost focus as to his job. he was straining against his pants for sure now. “looks like you were made for this, you’re taking his fingers too well,” he murmurs in your ear again.

your head spins from being in between both of them. aizen pulls his fingers out and smacks your face a few times. “spread your legs wider girl,” he smacks your face one last time, a slight sting coming from that one. he runs his fingers lightly down your neck to your chest, just teasing your skin. “you always act so shy when we get you like this,” ichigo says from under you as he takes his hand off your neck and gropes your chest. he pulls, tugs, and pinches your nipples before slapping your tits. you finally muster a few whines out trying to stay still under their eyes like you were trained to do.

you were trained to take them both anytime they chose. ichigo put you in any position he wanted whether he manhandled you or not. they both had such calculated control over your body it left you feeling so small under them. just a doll for them to use whenever they wanted. your whines increased to moans the longer ichigo teased your nipples. it was a great distraction from how deeply aizen was now staring between your legs. spread open and growing wet from their touches. you were spread so wide open you couldn’t hide if you wanted to. aizen knelt down to get a closer look at you, ghosting his fingertips up your thighs and along your stomach. he would get close to where you wanted him, retreating his hands the closer he got each time. ichigo couldn’t help himself so he grabbed your jaw, bringing your face to his to kiss you. another great distraction from aizen spreading

you open with two fingers. “you’re enjoying this too much, i’m just checking out my property,” aizen drew those words out like venom at the sight of you. you were too dizzy from making out with ichigo to notice aizen rubbing little circles around and on your sensitive clit. you no longer had your eyes on him and that could not be. when it registered, rather quickly, what he was doing down there, you tried to buck your hips into his touch for more sensation. ichigo began trailing kisses down your jaw and neck leaving bite marks as he went. a harsh slap on your clit made you moan out louder than you expected, not that you could even think right now. more harsh slaps came down on your cunt with more force each time. aizen was just so cruel to your cunt. a few tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, almost daring to fall from the heaviness of aizen’s hand and the roughness of ichigo’s on your nipples. pinching them so harshly… it hurt so good. aizen’s hand had grown wet with each slap he could hear it.

“stupid toy you’re making a mess on me, “ low mumbles from him with a roll of his eyes and a shove of two long fingers inside you as deep as possible. he hit that one spot way too fucking easy, and with that your tears fell. ichigo didn’t think he could get any fucking harder, he started leaking along with it. aizen had a very visible bulge in his pants by now, especially from your tears.

he loved your tears so much they awoke something deep within him.

he drove his fingers in and out at a brutal pace to make you keep crying. the way your cunt feels around his fingers has his head spinning. so warm. so terribly wet. so perfect under him just like this. you cry and sob as he slips in a third finger. you’re so fucked out and distracted by the stretch that you don’t notice ichigo has his hand on your clit. you don’t register it until you feel him apply a little pressure before rubbing tight circles on it. “oh my godd,” you choke out the only words you can barely say. they continue to wreck you with just their hands.

it doesn’t take much effort to slip in another finger to your cunt. so full you nearly scream at aizens still brutal pace. he keeps hitting the spot that makes you dizzy with your legs shaking. everything feels so good, you’re so close to your first peak. the combination of their hands moving almost in sync to fuck you stupid drives you insane. you’re so close that both of them could nearly taste it. you’re gripping aizen’s fingers so tightly“s-sir please let me…please it’s so much..” you whine out loudly wanting a response from either of them.

and soon. ichigo lands a harsh slap on your clit that knocks you over the edge so intensely. you sob out a weak “thank you sir,” over and over as your whole body spasms and shakes. “good girl for remembering your manners.” ichigo growls lowly, barely able to contain himself.

aizen and ichigo exchange a quick knowing glance and continue fucking you with their fingers, barely slowing down. you whine as the overstimulation grows. you finally muster up the courage to look aizen in his eyes through your tears. he takes his other hand with a hauntingly gentle touch to your face. a firm slap to your cheek makes your cunt clench around his fingers again.

“we aren’t anywhere near finished. you have one more hole we have to check,” ichigo whispers in your ear promising you sweet torture for the rest of the night.

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oh captain my captain

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Type of thruster

nsfw.

Grimmjow: Sloppy and fast. Always in a rush and in a rut. He can't help it— your pussy so good, the warmth melts his cock. He always on a mission to breed you regardless the phase of your cycle.

Shunsui: Passionate and slow, making sure you feel his entire length inside with each thrust, giving you a chance to squeeze around him and let that tip kiss your cervix.

Kenpachi: Hard and forceful. Drilling you like he drilling for water. Pulling all the way out and slamming back in, his reiastu dripping with his precum. Brace yourself.

Aizen: Slow, controlled and confident. Hips move at a passionate pace but also sending you closure and closure to the edge, never granting you a complete release until you beg.

Szayel: Measured and monitored. You are hooked up to a monitor while he delivers calculated thrusts, one hand resting under his chin as he glances at the numbers that flash before him on the screen. Angle and depth always depends on the data he receives.

Shinji: Nah. You thrust into him. He just sits and watches his doll grind on his dick. Dancing your hips and pleasing your clit to the music that plays on the vintage record player.

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୨୧﹕fem!reader, ichi fucking u with ur plushie

your cheek pressed into the soft fabric of the couch, breath fogging up against the throw pillow, but it wasn’t the cushion that had your thighs trembling. it was the plushie beneath you—your favorite one, the little bunny he won for you years ago at that busted summer fair, now flattened beneath your hips, squashed right under your soaked cunt.

you hadn’t meant to land on it.

but ichigo had put you there.

“don’t move,” he’d said, voice low, command laced with heat. “fucking stay just like that.”

and now you were on your knees, ass arched high, plushie crushed under your body—right under your clit, soft fur and stitching rubbing in the perfect wrong way every time his cock slammed into you from behind.

“fuck, look at you,” ichigo growled behind you, his hands gripping your hips, thumbs digging into the meat of your ass as he thrust forward hard, slapping into you with a wet, obscene smack.

you yelped. your thighs quivered.

the plushie’s ear dragged across your swollen clit—again.

“f-fuck!” you choked out, trying to lift yourself, to get away from the sensation, the overwhelming burn of friction and fullness.

but ichigo wasn’t having it.

he shoved your hips down harder, pressing you into the plush even more.

“where the fuck you think you’re going?” he snarled. “you feel that? every time i fuck you, that soft little toy rubs your needy little clit. you love it, don’t you?”

“n-no—it’s t-too—”

he slammed into you again, cock driving deep, the angle hitting your sweet spot and forcing your clit to grind hard against the plushie’s face. you screamed, high and wrecked, back arching against the brutal collision of pleasure.

“too much?” he mocked, voice hot against your spine as he leaned over you, chest flush to your back. “too much for your greedy little pussy?”

you nodded frantically, drooling onto the pillow now, the friction turning your mind to mush.

your clit throbbed from the constant grind. every time he pulled out and slammed back in, the plushie dragged against your clit just a little harder. soft fabric. wet folds. raw nerves.

your thighs were shaking.

ichigo didn’t slow down.

in fact, he sped up.

he pulled your hips back to meet every thrust, turning your body into a ragdoll between his grip and the couch. his cock stretched you, thick and slick with your arousal, his balls slapping your pussy, smearing even more wetness against the already-drenched toy beneath you.

“you’re making a fucking mess on it,” he grunted, one hand sliding under to rub over your clit—right on top of the plushie’s face. “look at that. dripping on your cute little bunny. gonna have to throw it in the wash after this, huh?”

you moaned, body jolting, overwhelmed. “i—i can’t—ichi—fuck—”

“can’t what?” he growled, thrusting harder. “can’t come again? you will. you fucking will.”

his fingers rubbed tight circles over your clit, plushie still trapped beneath, soaked with your arousal, soft fur slick and just abrasive enough to push you over.

your legs gave out. your body sagged. he caught you with one arm, still pounding into your soaked, spasming cunt.

“fuck, you’re clenching,” he groaned. “you gonna cum on this dick again? while i make you hump your goddamn stuffed animal?”

you screamed into the pillow, incoherent, body locking up as the orgasm tore through you. your clit throbbed against the plushie’s face, overstimulated, twitching.

but ichigo didn’t stop.

he kept fucking you through it—growling curses, fucking you like he’d waited years, branding every thrust into your memory.

“next time,” he panted, grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, “i’m gonna make you ride it.”

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waiting for ichigo to come home after sending him a few little texts about how bad you wanted to cum on him never got old.

he always sped home from wherever he was, sonido used or not. usually you lie on your back fully exposed for him , but this time you were face down ass up waiting for him. you desperately wanted him to fuck you like this too. how naughty of you.

feeling him force every inch of his dick in you in the best way making you dizzy every time. by the time you finish your thought ichigo was in the doorway pushing his reiatsu down on you to keep you pinned down the way you were now. “dirty little girl,” he mumbled as he stepped forward, taking his shirt off as he went. he knelt down bringing his face so dangerously close to your cunt you could feel every breath he took.

“move and you’ll be crushed under my reiatsu doll,” ichigo warned applying more pressure on you so you keep your position. he placed a few kisses on your clit barely able to keep his mouth on you from how wet you were just from him. already soaking his face, he dove back in for more sucking your clit into his mouth. you whine wanting to grind back on his face already but remain immobile. it makes you nearly cream on his face already as he flicks his tongue flatly on your clit making you cry out louder than ever.

“fuckk ichigo please…,” you moan out finally able to form some proper words. “what mama i know this what you want. cum on me pretty girl. we have all night,” he purred at you from between your legs just itching you closer to your peak. your first of the night and never the last unbeknownst to you yet.

he took your clit in is mouth again sucking harder on it just how he knows you like. he starts kissing on it as he sucks it and your cunt just starts to spasm on its own making you shiver and scream from the force and intense pleasure. his mouth is just too fucking good as you cum on his face with it running down his chin and jaw. he snakes his long tongue out to slither it in your cunt to taste more of you. nearly tongue fucking you until you almost cum again he pulls out to land a few more kisses on your throbbing clit, already so sensitive, making you cream hard all over his face again.

he smacks your ass hard and grips your cheek as he stands up. with his dick straining against his pants, he grinds the print on your exposed cunt making his pants wet too. he shoves everything down in one go, too eager to slip into your cunt. he spreads your ass with his hands as he aligns the tip with your greedy hole.

“you look so fucking pretty like this under me baby…” he dips the tip in slow to let your cunt stretch and suck him in, a brief moment to adjust. he’s so thick it drags down and so heavy. “said you wanted to cum on me over and over hm? is that it?” ichigo can barely look at you without getting impossibly harder and needier by the second. you were so wet and warm around him he had to move.

snapping his hips into yours he met your ass with his hips so hard, pounding into your cunt. so mean he’s bullying your cunt and you cant even run from it.

being immobile from his spiritual pressure only heightens everything, making you focus on how he feels inside you. he’s going hard but not too fast creating a rhythm that almost makes you cry. he takes his hands and spreads your ass open more, helping him slide in impossibly deeper. the whine you let out lets him know he found one of the spots only he can reach. ichigo hit that sensitive spot over and over so much he had you drooling on the sheets too. all you can do is moan and take all the dick he gives you.

“ichigo…” you try to warn him feeling your cunt flutter around him. ichigo stares down at your cunt creaming around his dick the more he fucks you through the bliss you just keep feeling. “you feel so good baby, tell me how i feel in that pretty cunt. talk to me,” ichigo demands you lowly feeling you leak on him just from the sound of his voice. you cant hold back a single sound as he starts fucking you faster and harder than before. “ichi..goo…please..so good..,” your voice trembles and breaks as you whine and ramble growing dumber and dumber on his dick. all you really can do under him is cry and take everything he gives you. his spoiled girl. he has you feeling such bliss you can’t really tell how many times you came on his dick. he releases some of his reiatsu off of you, making your body go a little limp. he grabs your throat to pull you for leverage now, still fucking you. he knows you love how big his hand feels around your throat. ichigo just makes you feel so small just like his prey, like he’s fighting someone so much weaker. it almost makes him want to show you some mercy.

ichigo doesn’t even have to give your neck a squeeze for it to make your cunt leak all around him, splashing on his lower abs and on the sheets below you both. “what a messy little bitch creaming all on my dick like that,” ichigo grins, too excited to see you make a mess on him. “i’m not done with you yet baby” is all he can whimper out as he fills your cunt up for the first time tonight. this is what you wanted right?

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Tear you apart

tags: sukuna x fem! reader, nsfw, mdni, trueform!sukuna, degradation, size kink, humiliation, they both freaky idk

an: HIIII this is my first fic in like 4 years so please bear with me!! huge huge shoutout to @cinnamorollcrybaby for inspiring me to start writing again, ur the bomb.com <3 i hope u all enjoy!!

words: 8.4k

It’s your third year at Jujutsu High, and the urge to summon Sukuna gnaws at you day and night. Ever since you first heard about the King of Curses, a part of you has been… intrigued by the four-armed, two-faced legend.

You still remember the day Maki told you about him, after teasing you for knowing so little about the world of curses. Your face flushed in embarrassment as you grabbed a strand of your hair, twisting it in your fingers—a nervous habit.

“Alright, newbie,” Maki had said, her face shifting to something more serious. “Ryomen Sukuna is known as ‘The King of Curses.’ According to dumbass Gojo, he looks mostly human—aside from having four arms, two faces, two sets of eyes. Fucking—seven feet tall or something like that.” She paused, picking up her cursed tool to sharpen it.

“He ruled in the Heian era, like, a thousand years ago. He’s the definition of pure evil. Killed thousands—maybe millions. No one fully understands his technique. He could rival Gojo, honestly.”

Your eyes had gone wide. How had no one ever told you this?

“Eventually, they defeated him—or sealed him or whatever. The story gets fuzzy,” Maki continued, placing her blade down and removing her glasses to clean them with the hem of her shirt.

“His twenty fingers were cut off and scattered. Jujutsu High has a few. Some are used to attract cursed spirits, and of course, some are in the hands of curses themselves.”

You swallowed hard, trying to picture Sukuna in your mind. Would he be grotesque, like the curses you fought on missions? Or would his ‘human’ form make him... a little sexy?

You couldn't lie—seven feet tall made your ears perk.

What the hell? You shook your head. You can’t be thinking like that. A sorcerer shouldn’t wonder if a curse is hot. They’re curses. They must be exorcised.

“…Is it possible for him to come back?” you asked quietly, half-hoping the answer was yes.

“Oh yeah,” Maki said, and your eyes widened further. You weren’t expecting that. She chuckled at your expression. “You’re cute. Your first time fighting a special grade’s gonna be fun. But yeah—two ways Sukuna could come back. First, someone eats his fingers—becomes his vessel. The second? You don’t summon him exactly—you enter his domain. Not sure how that would work, or if it even can. I mean, who the hell would wanna find out?”

You laughed softly with her, opening your mouth to ask more—but were interrupted.

“Maki! Y/N!” Panda called from the top of the staircase. “Come inside! Gojo’s got a mission debrief!”

You and Maki exchanged a glance before standing and heading toward the large cursed corpse that awaited you. But your mind swirled with questions. You made a mental note to check the library after the mission—to learn more about him.

That obsession never left.

It grew. Festered. You tried to ignore it, to suppress the dirty impulses and morbid curiosity—but one day, it became too much. You gave in. Hours turned into weeks, scouring books, blogs, and old scrolls. Your room became a shrine of obsession—papers, texts, ancient diagrams… even a blog written by someone who claimed to have contacted Sukuna before. They said the summoning didn’t fully work, but symbols appeared, questions were answered, and something watched them.

And now… here you are.

Three years later.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor of your dorm, surrounded by red candles and ancient Heian-era symbols scrawled in your own blood. It hurt to collect—but the pain was nothing compared to the hunger to see him. To know him.

It’s well past midnight—close to 2 a.m.—and you've cast a veil to prevent any sorcerers from detecting your energy. You take a shaky breath, reach for the wooden box, and slowly open it. Inside rests a talisman-wrapped finger—one of his.

You bite your lip as you begin unwrapping the paper, whispering the chant you painstakingly pieced together from hundreds of texts:

"I seek the gate carved in sinew and stone, Where curse-born kings reign from bloodied throne. Let flesh wither, let truth distort, I step where the living hold no court."

"With eyes unblinking and heart laid bare, I cross the threshold—if I dare. By tooth, by nail, by cursed design, I enter the Shrine where Sukuna lies."

"Ryomen Sukuna, let the veil be torn. May my soul walk where gods are shorn."

"Open the gate. I offer my name."

"And enter now your cursed domain."

You place the unwrapped finger into a circle of blood and whisper your name into the dark.

Nothing happens.

Minutes pass.

Your eyes flutter open, disappointment filling your chest. Of course it didn’t work.

“I can’t believe I thought this would—”

Suddenly, a wave of nausea slams into you. The room spins. You stumble forward—but instead of grabbing your bedpost, your hand meets something horrifying: a pile of skulls. A river of thick, dark-red liquid flows beneath you.

You scream and jump back, hands clamping over your mouth.

“You dare to enter my domain,” a deep voice growls behind you, “and shriek like a brat—nearly louder than the thousands I’ve sliced in three. Bow before me, insolent fool… or I’ll do the same to you.”

You freeze. Your heart races as you slowly turn, legs trembling.

A figure looms behind a towering column, hidden mostly in shadow.

Four arms. More than seven feet tall. Colossal.

It’s him.

Your breath catches.

You remember something from that blog: Sukuna enjoys disobedience. Your survival instincts scream to kneel, to beg. But a darker part of you whispers: Keep going.

“…And what if I don’t?” you call out.

He steps forward, slow and deliberate, letting the blood-red light reveal his face.

“If you refuse,” he says with a sinister grin, “I’ll break your limbs, tear you apart, and feast on what’s left of your pitiful little body.”

He stands over you now, red eyes gleaming, drinking you in. His voice is cruel—yet somehow intoxicating.

“Don’t even think about running, little human. You’re nothing. A bug. A speck waiting to be crushed.” He leans in, towering above you. “So tell me—will you obey your king?”

You scan his body—your question from three years ago answered in full. Is he sexy? Hell yes.

Towering, muscled, with four arms that could break you in two. His robe clings just enough to reveal the outline of his powerful chest and abs. Four crimson eyes burn into you with heat and hunger.

You suppress every rational thought.

“I never said I wanted to run,” you whisper, locking eyes with him.

His brow raises, amused. “Oh? You have guts, insolent little thing.”

He steps forward again—closer now. So close his heat radiates against your skin. He leans down, lips nearly brushing your ear.

“You’re not afraid of me, eh?”

You gulp, trying not to tremble. “What if… what if I said I am afraid?” You look up. “And what if I said… I like that I’m afraid?”

He freezes for a moment—then smirks. A devilish, dangerous grin.

“Oh really?” he murmurs, voice low and sinful. “You like being afraid of me?”

You bite your lip, breath hitching. His massive body makes your knees weak. You stumble slightly, grabbing his bicep to steady yourself.

He growls at the touch.

“So what if I do?” you breathe, looking up at him through long lashes.

You step onto your toes, rising to meet his face. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Sukuna lets out a low, guttural chuckle—one that vibrates through the stone walls of his domain and sends a tremor down your spine.

“What am I going to do?” he repeats mockingly, his voice silk and poison wrapped into one. “You come crawling into my domain, bleeding for me, begging for my attention... and now you ask me what I’m going to do?”

His four hands move at once—two clasp behind his back again, composed and regal, while the others reach out. One wraps around your chin, lifting your face to meet his eyes, while the second hand trails slowly down your side, ghosting over your waist as if memorizing the shape of you.

“I could tear your soul apart and scatter it across the cursed realm,” he purrs, leaning close enough that you can feel the chill of his breath. “Or—” his eyes flicker, pupils thinning like a predator’s, “—I could reward your... dedication.”

His thumb strokes your lower lip, pressing just enough to make your breath hitch. His eyes scan your face like he's searching for the slightest twitch of fear, the tiniest crack in your bravado.

“You’ve been watching me. Studying me. Craving me.” His voice dips lower with each word. “Why?” It isn’t a request. It’s a command.

You swallow hard, feeling your heart thudding against your ribcage like a drum of war. You should lie. You should apologize. But the part of you that brought you here, that carved your own blood into summoning circles, speaks louder.

“I wanted to see if the stories were true,” you whisper, breathless. “If a curse could be beautiful. If danger could be divine.”

His smirk curves into something more dangerous, more unhinged.

“You think I’m beautiful?” he says with mock surprise. “How quaint. Humans and their need to romanticize their own destruction.”

Then, in one swift movement, he steps even closer. You’re practically caged now—his enormous frame casting a shadow over you, the air around him thick and humming with power.

“Let’s see if your devotion is more than words,” he growls. “Prove it.”

Your lips part, the words stuck in your throat. “How—”

“You summoned me,” he interrupts. “Now submit.”

One of his hands lifts, tracing a symbol in the air that glows briefly before disappearing. You feel your knees weaken again—not from fear this time, but from the raw, oppressive aura that crashes over you like a wave. It's overwhelming, like gravity has tripled in an instant. You nearly collapse again, but his hand steadies you by your hip.

He leans in, his voice a whisper against your skin:

“Worship your king.”

He watches you tremble, your breath shallow, your thighs pressed tight. Your silence only fuels the hunger in his eyes.

Then he angles down, lips grazing the shell of your ear, voice low, guttural, and cruelly sweet:

“God, you’re so fucking pathetic.”

You inhale sharply, body going still.

“Transporting yourself into my domain just to be used,” he growls. “You wanted this. Came crawling into the lion’s den just to be ruined, didn’t you?”

One of his hands snakes behind your neck, yanking you closer until your chest presses against his rock-solid torso. His other hand slides slowly, deliberately down your body—past your waist, to your hip, fingers flexing possessively.

“You want me to destroy you from the inside out. You want to be wrecked so badly that no other man will ever satisfy you again.”

His voice dips darker, each word dripping with venomous promise.

“You want to be fucked so hard you forget your name—but not mine. No. The only name you’ll ever remember is mine.”

He yanks your head back slightly to make you meet his eyes. All four of them burn with sadistic glee.

“Ryomen Sukuna. Say it.”

You do. Weakly. Breathless.

He chuckles.

“You want me to defile you—mark you so deeply you bleed my name. I’ll give it to you. I’ll ruin you.”

He leans in until your lips almost touch, his breath hot against your skin.

“I’ll fuck you until your voice breaks, until you’re sobbing, a drooling, trembling mess who can’t even beg properly. I’ll make you scream. I’ll make you bleed. I’ll own you.”

His hand tightens at your throat—not choking, but enough to make your head spin deliciously.

“When I’m done with you,” he snarls, “you’ll be nothing but flesh. A whimpering, broken toy that exists to please me. You’ll crave my touch like a curse.”

His thumb presses against your bottom lip, forcing it down.

“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You nod, barely able to breathe. Every part of you burns—fear, desire, the overwhelming thrill of submission.

“Yeah,” he hisses, grinning like the devil himself. “You would. You dirty, desperate little slut.”

He tilts his head, mock sympathy in his voice.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure it’s worth it. You’ll forget everything you were. Everything you wanted. The only word you’ll know...”

He leans in, brushing his lips against yours—barely.

“...is my name.”

Your breath stutters as his thumb slides down your chin, dragging it open until your lips part with a soft gasp. Sukuna hums, a low, vibrating sound in his throat that’s equal parts cruel and amused.

“So easy to break,” he murmurs, eyes devouring your expression. “And you want it. You want to be reduced to a whimpering little pet in my grasp. Filthy.”

His hand leaves your throat—just long enough to trail down your side, the weight of it scorching through your clothes like a brand. Four hands. Four points of contact. You barely register where he’s touching anymore, only that you're utterly surrounded by him. Caged.

“You’re trembling.” His voice is soft now. Dangerous. A hiss laced with anticipation. “Not from fear. Not entirely.”

You try to speak, but no words come. Sukuna notices. He always notices.

“Look at you,” he grins. “On the edge of reason. You’ve thought about this, haven’t you? For years. Dreamed of what I’d do to you. What it would feel like when I finally touched you.”

One hand grabs your jaw again, forcing you to meet his gaze. All four eyes bore into yours—two mocking, two ravenous.

“Thats right, I was aware every time you thought about me. I saw those dirty little fantasies late at night. Now you’re here. And I’m real. And I promise you this—when I’m done, you won’t want to go back.”

Your knees threaten to give out. His body is so close. Heat rolls off of him like steam from a fresh kill. You can smell the iron in the air, the faintest metallic tang of blood soaked into the stones beneath you. His domain is alive, pulsing—watching.

He steps closer still, and his lips hover a breath away from yours.

“You summoned me,” he whispers darkly. “You walked willingly into the lion’s jaws.”

He leans down, mouth brushing the corner of yours, just enough to make your head spin.

“Now beg,” he growls. “Beg to be devoured.”

And just as his mouth descends toward yours in a twisted parody of a kiss, the world around you goes darker—red lightning crackling through the shadows like veins, the temple stone beneath your feet pulsing with cursed energy. The air thickens, pressing against your skin like a second body. The veil between power and pleasure snaps taut.

Everything is trembling on the edge.

The moment before the storm.

The exact place you’d wanted to be.

You kiss him back with equal ferocity, matching his hunger beat for beat. His lower hands make quick work of your oversized t-shirt, claws slicing through the fabric like it’s nothing more than paper. The sudden tear and the rush of cool air against your bare skin draw a gasp from your lips—but he doesn’t waste the opportunity. His tongue slips into your mouth, skilled and unrelenting, claiming every inch as if he owns it. Which, in this moment, he does.

A helpless whimper escapes you, and the sound earns a guttural, possessive growl from deep in his chest. His upper hands find your breasts, easily engulfing them—his fingers rough, greedy, squeezing with a pressure that borders on painful. You arch into his touch even as you flinch, the sensation overwhelming in the most intoxicating way.

He breaks the kiss only to trail his mouth down the column of your throat, licking and biting with the same cruel precision he likely used to kill a thousand men. When he finds a particularly sensitive spot, you moan, voice hitching—and the smirk that spreads across his lips against your skin is unmistakable. He’s found your weakness, and now he plans to exploit it.

Without warning, sharp pain rips through your neck as his fangs sink into your flesh. Your eyes roll back, the coppery tang of your blood mixing with the heat of his breath. You cry out, instinctively reaching for him, fingers tangling in his hair in a desperate attempt to pull him away.

But Sukuna is far from done.

He growls again, grabbing both your wrists in one hand and forcing them behind your back with humiliating ease. The other hand holds you in place by the waist, and he laps at the blood trailing from your wound, his tongue slow and deliberate. Worshipful, in a twisted, terrifying way.

He doesn’t stop. He dives back in, sucking, biting, marking you over and over until your neck blossoms in deep reds and violent purples. A crown of bruises worn only by the damned.

You’re trembling now, not from fear—but from the unbearable rush of it all.

And Sukuna? He’s only just begun.

He reaches one of his lower hands between your thighs, brushing aside your pajama shorts with an effortless motion. With a flick of his wrist, he hooks a finger into the waistband of both your shorts and panties, tearing them apart like wet paper. The sound of fabric ripping echoes in the chamber, followed by the soft whisper of cloth hitting bone as your clothing falls to the ground in tatters.

With his other lower arm, he lifts you like you're weightless, hands gripping your waist with practiced strength—rough, yet with a frightening kind of care. Like a predator who doesn’t want to break the prey until the right moment. As he ascends the pile of skulls, you instinctively avoid looking down, unwilling to think about who they once were. You focus instead on him—on the sensation of his body pressed to yours, on the terrifying comfort of his grip.

His lips never leave your neck. His fangs, already stained with your blood, drag against your skin in a cruel promise. Your neck, once smooth, now blooms with dark marks—bruises, welts, cuts—a living canvas of his possession.

A sudden wave of shame crashes over you as the reality of what you’re doing sinks in. What would your fellow Jujutsu sorcerers think if they saw you like this? Marked by a curse—the curse. You feel the weight of your choices bearing down.

He feels it too.

Without a word, he hurls you onto his throne—a towering, jagged seat of bone and twisted steel, as brutal and imposing as its master. You hit the seat with a thud, breath stolen from your lungs, your body trembling with a mix of fear, guilt, and something darker.

A strong hand seizes your chin, tilting your face upward. You look into four burning eyes, full of scorn and amusement.

“Tch. Look at you,” he mutters. “Trembling like a leaf, after crawling into my domain on your own. I don’t let just anyone in here, you know.” His other hand cracks against your cheek with a sharp slap, the sting blooming instantly across your skin. “Well you're in luck. I've always wanted to defile a jujutsu sorcerer. Its just my luck a fucked up pretty little whore dropped in my lap.”

Tears spring to your eyes, not just from pain, but from the shame curling deep in your stomach.

“You really are pathetic, aren’t you?” he growls, voice low and dangerous. “Three years you spent digging into my legacy. Feeding your obsession. And here you are—just another filthy human slut desperate to be touched by something monstrous.”

He cages you in, all four arms braced on either side of you, his massive form casting you in shadow. You feel like prey. Trapped. Hunted. Your heart races.

“I can smell it, you know—the guilt,” he sneers. “But I can also smell the truth underneath it.”

He leans in close, his lips brushing your ear.

“You want them to know. All those little sorcerers you call friends—you want them to see the marks I leave on you. You want them to know who you belong to now. Don’t you, little whore?”

You freeze. The thought had crossed your mind once. Maybe more than once. But hearing it said aloud—so crudely, so accurately—makes your throat tighten.

“I asked you a question, whore.” His voice sharpens. “When your king speaks, you answer.”

You gulp, nodding.

He growls softly. “Ah, no. Not enough. I want words, not whimpers. So mouthy before, and now you cant even get a coherent sentence out. I havent even fucked you yet, how pathetic.

You look up into his eyes—terrified and trembling, but unable to lie to yourself anymore.

“Yes,” you whisper, voice cracking. “Yes… I want them to know I’m yours.”

He smiles—a twisted, triumphant expression that sends a chill down your spine.

“Good girl,” he says, lips curling back to bare his fangs. “Because from this moment on, you are.”

Suddenly, his grip tightens, and before you can process what’s happening, you feel a rush of pressure between your thighs — not one, not two, but three of his massive fingers drive into you without warning. The sudden stretch steals the breath from your lungs.

“You want it, do you?” His voice is a low growl, vibrating through your chest like thunder. “Then beg, pet. Beg for your king.”

Your words crumble into gasped half-sentences, muffled moans, and desperate little pleas as your body writhes helplessly in his hold, trying to match his rhythm. Every curl of his fingers makes your vision blur, the relentless pace driving you higher, faster.

“Oh, you can do better than that.” His voice darkens, almost mocking. “Beg for your king like the filthy little whore you are. Say it. Show me.”

His thumb finds your clit, pressing in tight circles that send shocks up your spine. Your back arches against him, mouth falling open with a sobbing moan.

“F-Fuck, please,” you choke out, barely coherent. “Please—please, I need it—need you—Sukuna, please—”

The moment his name falls from your lips, everything changes. He lets out a feral noise that’s somewhere between a snarl and a groan, and before you can even mourn the loss of his fingers, he buries his dick deep inside you with a savage thrust.

You cry out, not just from the stretch, but from the overwhelming sensation that follows — the heat, the fullness, the way your body clenches around him like it was made for this. Made for him.

His breath stutters against your skin. “Tight little thing,” he mutters, almost to himself. “You feel that, don’t you? How you fit around me so perfectly. It’s like you were always meant to be mine. God, you can fucking see my dick in your stomach.” he groans out. Its been so long since hed taken anyone like this; and though he’d never admit it to you, you’re the best pussy he’s ever had. 

You don’t even have time to answer. Your body moves on instinct, spasming around him as your climax hits you in a sudden, overwhelming wave. He holds you steady, one arm wrapping around your waist like a steel band, the other gripping your thigh as he starts to move — deep, slow, brutal.

“Already?” He chuckles darkly. “You must be a virgin Cumming so quickly… How precious.”

He leans forward, forcing you to meet his eyes — those four blazing orbs searing into your soul. “Look at you. Wrecked, ruined, and I’ve barely even started.”

One of his hands slides up, fingers wrapping around your throat — squeezing slightly to constrict your breathing slightly. “You’re mine now,” he says, tone calm but laced with threat. “Every breath you take. Every sound you make. Every time someone even thinks of touching you, they’ll see me in your eyes.”

You can barely think, barely speak, every nerve set alight as he starts to move again — unrelenting and commanding. All that’s left is the sound of your whimpers, the heat of his breath on your skin, and the terrifying, intoxicating truth:

You don’t want to be anywhere else.

“Mmf- s-sukuna-” you moan out, knees falling open as you completely submit, showing just how much he can use you. “Mm… let you do anything..” 

He stops his momentum immediately, making you actually tear up, missing his dick pressing against your cervix, hitting the right spots every time. 

“What the fuck did you just say?” his eyes flash, sadistic smirk forming across his face. One of his hands grips your chin harshly, and he spits, spits, in your face. “Say. that. Again.” 

You gasp, his saliva trailing down your cheek. You gulp before responding quietly. “I’d let you do anything you want to me.” your voice is slurred with pleasure slightly, and you swear his eyes glow red when the words leave your lips. 

He drops your chin and shoves you down, hooking your legs around his waist. 

“You innocent, little thing. You have no idea what you’ve done.” he purrs in your ear. 

“I’m going to fucking tear you apart.” 

Suddenly his mouth is on your breasts, biting and sucking, and he resumes his cruel thrusting pace, making you scream out in surprise. He grabs a nipple into his mouth, biting down on the taut bud just enough to send jolts of pain and pleasure through your body. His hand grips your other breast, rolling your the nipple between his large fingers and pinching. 

He looks up at you, mouth still moving on your breasts, and he actually has to close his eyes to keep himself from cumming. 

Your head is lolled to the side, eyes dazed and rolled back. You’re flushed and sweaty, hair sticking to your forehead, mouth open as actual drool dribbles out. 

His marks completely cover your body, and he absolutely knows there is no way of covering them up. You look like you're in pure ecstasy, and he engranes the image in his mind to use at a later date. 

Another orgasm pours over you, and Sukuna lets out an animalistic growl as you squeeze around his dick. 

“Fuck- tightest little cunt- god, I can’t wait to fucking fill you up.” 

You moan at his words, and he continues fucking into you roughly, finally releasing your neck as finger-shaped bruises begin to form. He holds your hips down, bringing another hand to your clit, flicking at rubbing it harshly.  

A third orgasm crashes over you, catching even you off guard. Sukuna barks out a yell, sinking his teeth back into your neck as he makes four deep thrusts, your constricting walls finally breaking him. He growls and falls against you, spurting load after load of hot, sticky cum deep in your cunt. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, feeling him fill you to the brim. 

For a moment, the only sound that lingers in the heavy air is the ragged rise and fall of your breathing, tangled with his own. Sukuna releases your wrists, and to your surprise, his movements shift — not harsh, not greedy. He pulls out of you with an almost reverent slowness, your body still trembling from the aftermath.

You whimper instinctively, still aching, still stretched far beyond your limits. His deep, throaty chuckle rumbles through the chamber as he watches you tighten around the emptiness he left behind.

“There, there, little girl,” he murmurs, brushing a damp strand of hair from your cheek with unexpected tenderness. His clawed fingers trail your jaw, soft for the first time. “You got what you wished for.”

Through your half-lidded eyes, you catch the faintest hint of something new tugging at the corners of his mouth. Not smugness. Not triumph. Something quieter. Older.

A single, large hand cups your cheek, his thumb swiping gently beneath your eye. “Sleep now, pet,” he says, voice low and velvety. “Perhaps I’ll grant you another visit.”

The world goes dark not with fear, but with surrender.

Sunlight filters through the narrow cracks in your curtains, speckling your room in faint gold. You blink against the light, breath catching as memories rush in—vivid, violent, visceral.

You jolt upright and immediately regret it, pain flaring through every muscle. So it was real...

Gingerly, you swing your legs off the bed, feeling your thighs protest every movement. Every step toward your vanity is a struggle—your body marked, exhausted, claimed.

And when you catch your reflection, you freeze.

Your neck and chest are a canvas of bruises, deep purples blooming across pale skin like morbid blossoms. Small bandages pepper your body—tucked neatly over teeth marks, scratches, and raw places only he could’ve reached. You stare, wide-eyed, as a blush rises to your cheeks.

Did the King of Curses… bandage you?

Your hand comes up to touch one of them, and something twists in your chest. Not fear. Not shame.

Possession.

A flicker in the mirror draws your attention. For a brief second—too fast to be certain—you swear you see four crimson eyes watching from the shadows behind you. A whisper of heat coils at the base of your spine.

Then it’s gone.

But you know better now.

This isn’t over.

You had opened a door. And Sukuna… would never lets his plaything close it again.

[strwbrrysiren]

suguru is all about exhibitionism.

the guy is a perverted, deranged degenerate but that same guy is also your boyfriend. you’d been dating for around a year now, and to be clear, you weren’t… unacquainted with his sexual desires, since he has tested quite a few of them out on you.

from bondage in his apartment where he’d tie you up until you were releasing hot, wet, real tears all over his sheets, to his collection of toys he had no issue slipping into your tight hole, to twisting your form like a pretzel in all sorts of interesting positions to see if he could get you to squirt from them [insert fan favorites: full nelson and a headlock.]

and now, as the two of you are perched in the back row of a movie theater, despite you complaining that the middle of the theater had the best sound quality, his hand found its way trailing up your skirt.

you didn’t think much of it, letting out a soft hum as you knew he liked to touch you and basically couldn’t keep his hands off of you for the life of him.

that was, until a digit began to run up and down your clothed cunt, poking and prodding, causing you to flinch and snap your thighs shut, caging his large hand between.

peering over at him, he had his eyes fixed on the screen, your boyfriend the perfect image of poise looking blissfully unaware of his curious hand like it had a mind of its own.

“sugu,” you quietly whined out over the scene where the killer finally appeared, knocking on the glass window of the victim aka final girl who was scrambling to lock it before he came in.

suguru glanced down to look at you, your flushed expression and startled face causing a tent growing in his pants. “yes, darling?”

he knew what he was doing and he was reveling in your reactions.

you let out a whimper only quiet enough for him to hear in hopes that he wouldn’t decide to tease you in a theater where everyone was practically holding their breaths in silence, but no. suguru never made anything easy for you.

a dexterous digit of his slid your panties to the side and sunk into your already dripping heat, making you clench around him immediately.

your teeth gritted hard, morals grinding against each other as your heart rate roared in your ears.

thankfully, the seats in your row besides your own and suguru’s were empty, but the rows before you had plenty of people that could be privy to the scandalous endeavor with just one glance behind their backs.

your hands found themselves across your boyfriends leather jacket, gripping to steady yourself and your already dizzying mind as his slender finger found that sweet spot, the rough pad of his finger leaving delicate strokes that had your squirming.

“n-not here,” you whispered out, eyes threatening to roll into your skull, hoping the elderly couple in front of you couldn’t catch on to the way your cunt was making obscene, quiet squelches sounding beneath the movie soundtrack.

suguru only let out a few unpleased tsk’s before his fingers curled deeper, causing your form to bow and bite into his leather jacket. “not here?” he mocked, tilting his head down to your ear and biting your lobe, sending a shiver down the column of your spine. “oh sweetheart, here is absolutely perfect.”

and that’s how you found yourself for the next few minutes or so, attempting to muffle your whimpers in your boyfriends bicep until you released all over his digits. your body wracked with your orgasm, eyes flying wide and dotting black as you realize that you’d just let your boyfriend finger you in a movie theater.

however, the image of excellent patience was getting… impatient.

by the time you’d calmed down from your high and the protagonist of the film finally escaped from the clutches of death, suguru grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you out of the theater, not even allowing the movie to come to a close.

his grip was firm, yet gentle, as he led you down the dim corridor of the cinema. you found yourself being dragged into the men’s room, your boyfriend pulling you into a stall and shutting the door behind you.

your lips quirked up into a faint smirk as he pinned you against the flimsy stall door, eyes undressing your still-flushed state and fiddling with your outfit.

“i couldn’t wait,” he rasped out with a hoarse chuckle, as if every moment he waited to feel you was paining him.

“then don’t.”

his lips connected with yours in an instant, a hungry and passionate kiss as if he needed to consume you right then and there. his assertiveness had you whining between his parted lips, a groan of pleasure rumbling in his chest and making your thighs rub against each other.

his large hands found purchase on your hips as he spun you around, practically tearing your panties to the floor and riding your skirt up.

he admired the globe of your ass, eyes blown wide with lust, as he fumbled with his zipper, adjusting all the annoying fabric around until his cock could spring free. the cold air made his red, leaking head all the more sensitive.

suguru didn’t even bother searching for the condom he’d brought along, wrapping a hand around his shaft and aligning it with your entrance.

it was in this moment that you wanted to facepalm yourself, not recalling your boyfriend locking the restroom door, nor checking the other stalls. “w-what if someone hears us?”

his tip brushed against your drooling folds, pushing right into your prepped hole and against that ring of resistance, the pressure making your body tense.

suguru wrapped a hand around your mouth, muffling any noise you could make, before purring in your ear.

“better keep quiet, then.”

[strwbrrysiren]

— ❛ ONE OF YOUR GIRLS, TONIGHT! g. suguru.

☆ synopsis ; there’s no romance between you and suguru. simply obedience dressed up as devotion. just bruises you begged for and silence you mistake for permission. you’re not the one he wants. but if it means staying close, you’ll let him ruin you with both hands—and thank him for the favor.

✦ content ; f!reader, fuckboy!suguru, fwb!dynamic, stoner!suguru, normie!reader, suguru x reader, slight satoru x reader, explicit sexual content, slow updates, explicit language, the three 'g's (gaslight, gatekeep, getoboss), emotional manipulation.

☆ warnings ; explicit sexual content, bdsm, kink exploration, degradation, oral (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), spit kink, squirting, penetration (protected), penetration (unprotected), fingering, edging, choking, fainting during sex, exhibitionism, hate sex, threesome sex (f,m,m), double penetration, spanking, bondage, swallowing, abusive language, so much manipulation, non-committal behaviour, geto sucks, use of recreational drugs, substance abuse, making out, etc.

❛ CHAPTERS MASTERLIST;

𝐈. — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋.

𝐈𝐈. — 𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. — 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄.

𝐈𝐕. — 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘.

© 𝑪𝑻𝑹𝑳𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑴𝑨, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓. ☆

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[strwbrrysiren]

yours, always

𓇬 jealously is unbecoming, but sometimes unavoidable. and shunsui needs to remind his wife she’s the only one for him 𓇬

‪‪❤︎‬ pairing: shunsui kyoraku x f reader : readers physical description is as non-descriptive as possible for inclusion

< for anon ‪‪❤︎‬ i kinda meshed your request with another idea i had wanted to write about, for me these themes are part and parcel when you are with a man like shunsui. hope you like this, writing it had me bricked tf up >

warnings: 18+ smut. kids don’t fucking read this. light angst, established relationship, traditional themes, reader is jealous, safety’s off (raw), cock warming, crying, pet names, praise, the only thing that pulls out is his couch. word count: 4k

Shunsui was not an aggressive lover, passionate certainly, and above all else, persistent. His yearning adoration for you was always prevalent, like a quiet, simmering hunger. Never sated.

His gaze always found you, in every room, everywhere. Sometimes you'd catch him looking, and you'd see it in his face. He looked at you like it meant I love you.

He told you every chance he got; sometimes, it was with tooth-achingly romantic confessions; other times, it was lustful whispers that made you go hot in the face.

He also loved to touch you, casually or intimately; it didn't matter. For him, it was just another way to show you his love.

He'd play with your hair, hold your hand and draw circles against your palm, rub your back as you fell asleep, or come up behind you and press his face against your neck, breathing in your scent like you were the sweetest-smelling flower.

Almost every night you’d find yourselves wrapped up in one another. Much like his personality, he liked to fuck the same way. Always patient and gentle, he had no qualms about who took charge and never demanded—it was a complete surrender to you.

He was not one for quickies; if it could be avoided, he preferred to draw out your time in bed. A slow, leisurely pleasure, languid touches, and deep kisses. He liked eye contact; at first it made you feel self-conscious, but the way he marvelled over you like a man obsessed, you soon learned to love every second he had his gaze on you.

Sometimes he praised you with sweet words; other times he'd say the filthiest things, but he made them sound like prayers when he spoke to you.

Even those rare times either of you were too tired to fuck, he’d lay you on your side, holding you close against his chest. His scruffy face nuzzled against your neck, skillful hands caressing your body with no real motive.

Slowly, he’d rut his hips against you, sliding back and forth against your core until you were dripping wet. Then, and only then, would he push inside you, burying himself to the hilt.

He wouldn’t move, though; he'd keep himself there, stretching you out to feel comfortably full, and you'd lie in his arms, feeling him breathing slow and deep at your back until you'd both fall asleep. 

It was intense and passionate, borderline addictive. Even after so many years together, those feelings never dwindled. His penchant for slow and steady was one of the things you enjoyed most about him. It taught you to stop and enjoy the little things, you found you were less anxious and more easygoing.

It wasn’t without its criticism, though; as a captain, he was chastised for being too relaxed; few even questioned the decision of him being promoted to head captain. He was often mistaken for being lazy and apathetic, but you saw beyond that.

His humble disposition and easy nature allowed him the ability to choose his moment; he decided what to worry about and what took space in his mind.

He’d worked long and hard to hone his skills over many centuries, becoming an exceptional fighter and problem solver, which gave him the freedom to spend more time enjoying life's pleasures: napping, drinking, playing games, and, of course, fucking. 

The latter had been no secret; even before you had been together, you'd heard plenty of stories from his younger days, chasing women and frequenting the yūkaku district—he'd had his fair share of experience, and it earned him a reputation that made him very popular, especially with other women.

It was to be expected; he was handsome, charming, and had a flirtatious demeanour that drew people in. He was generally well-liked amongst the squads, always friendly and eager to make others feel good with compliments or kind words.

In the early days of your relationship, it was a little difficult for you to stomach. Watching how women fawned over him when he passed or how they batted their eyelashes when he spoke to them made you feel uneasy.

It helped that he seemed to be unfazed or at the very least uninterested in the attention he received from others, and when you finally admitted how you felt, he listened intently.

Never bothered or upset by your feelings, his focus and motivation were only on you and your affections. He may have been a womanizer, but he was also very faithful, and eventually your concerns eased.

But sometimes, no matter how you tried to avoid it, it still secretly irked you.

This day had been one of those days; it started out with a letter. It was early; you and Shunsui had been in his office drinking your morning tea—a daily ritual for you both.

You were reclined in your usual spot, the lounge chair by his desk, while he mulled over his paperwork for the day. He’d been busy sorting through the piles when he noticed something.

"Where'd this come from? I've never seen it before," he said, prompting you to look over to the red envelope he was holding up in his hand.

You couldn't see anything written on the outside of it as he flipped it over; your eyes fell to the sea of papers scattered about his desk, stacked from end to end, and you laughed lightly.

"How can you keep track of anything in that mess of a desk?" you teased, taking a sip of your tea. Shunsui tapped the envelope against one of the stacks of papers, giving you a lazy smile.

"I'm almost certain I don't remember it being here yesterday," he shrugged, ripping open the envelope.

Curious, you stood up and walked around the desk to stand at his side; he absently reached an arm out, wrapping it around your waist, and you leaned in closer to see what it was.

The letter inside was addressed to him, from a member of the fourth squad, Chiyo Nakamura. You thought you recognized the name as one you'd read on the list of new squad admissions from the previous month.

Your eyes skimmed over the neat script and then widened when you saw that it wasn't merely a letter but a romantic confession. 

Your initial reaction was surprise, followed by a tiny, fleeting feeling of jealousy, which didn't last long. It was clear she was unaware of the head captain's marriage, and it was an innocent enough admission, nothing vulgar or flagrant.

You respected that and her nerve—a new squad member, not even at an officer's level, propositioning the head captain took serious guts.

Shunsui let out a huff of air as he set it down, a noise falling somewhere between disbelief and humour.

"You have an admirer," you said, giving him a sideways glance. He laughed, pushing the letter away, and turned to you, his hand reaching for one of yours. 

"Flattery, nothing more. Looks like she hasn't met my beautiful wife yet," he said, giving you his most charming grin. You smiled, and moving to sit in his lap, you pulled him in for a kiss.

That afternoon, the two of you took a walk to the markets. Shunsui was sitting by the sake hut; he sipped on his drink, admiring you from a short distance as you continued walking through, looking at all the goods.

You were looking for a gift for Nanao, and you’d stopped at an inkstand full of beautiful stationery. You then heard some excitable chatter coming from the sake hut, and you looked back to find Shunsui surrounded by a cluster of students from the academy.

They were talking animatedly, and you paid them little mind as you busied yourself with picking out a new inkpot and brush for her.  

After a few minutes you heard them say their goodbyes; some of the girls from the group walked past the inkstand, close enough you could hear their conversation.

“He’s so handsome!” One of them whispered, and the others nodded in agreement.

“I know, I can’t believe it! Oh, I hope I can get into squad one,” another said, clapping her hands together. 

“Do you think he’ll take on another lieutenant? I might apply for that position under him." 

That last comment was more than a little suggestive, and they all giggled amongst themselves. You felt that jealous streak jabbing at your emotions like a sharp knife again, only stronger now, making you feel irritable. You sighed in frustration, and after paying the vendor, you made your way back over to him. 

“All finished?” He asked, turning to look at you fondly.

You suppressed the urge to snap at him; you knew it wasn’t his fault the girls were fawning over him, just like it wasn’t his fault that young woman from squad four wrote him that confession.

They were young, and it was harmless crushing, but you couldn't quite hold it together, and you didn't want to tell him either. You needed some time alone to calm down.

“Yes. I’m going home; I have some things to take care of,” you said, tight-lipped. Shunsui raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t object.

“I will be there soon then,” he replied, kissing your hand before you turned and flash-stepped away. 

True to his word, he arrived home shortly after, and you purposely busied yourself with several things that certainly didn’t require your attention as urgently as you made it seem, but you needed to stub out the sour mood you’d found yourself in since being at the market. 

Shunsui was no fool; he picked up on it almost immediately but didn't impose. He kissed your cheek when he came in and then went off to do his own thing, giving you the space he knew you needed, damn him.

It just made you more frustrated, his thoughtfulness and patience. Just once you wished he'd get annoyed back so you could feel justified at being angry with him, but it wouldn't happen.

The rest of the evening went on about the same; you kept to yourself, avoiding him like the plague. At some point while you were making dinner, you'd started to feel a little silly. You were practically hiding from him at this point, and it didn't make you feel any better.

You were upset with those girls, upset at him for not being upset, and now, more than anything, upset with yourself.

You could've just told him how you felt, but you'd been stubborn, having wanted to rid yourself of this mood all on your own. It had only made things worse. You shoved those thoughts aside, focusing on preparing and serving dinner instead.

The Kyoruku family, being a noble family, had servants, but you didn’t allow them to serve meals. You prided yourself on taking on that role; having come from a common household, you admired your mother's dedication to caring for the family and your father.

You maintained that in your marriage with Shunsui, even a little jealous flare would not disrupt that. 

Dinner itself was quiet; you didn't speak much. The whole time he didn't push, didn't prod, just left you be, occasionally speaking out about his day or matters that you could listen to without having to reply. Afterwards you bathed and retreated to bed early, while he lounged outside drinking sake.

The moon was full that evening; you’d left the fusuma cracked open, and the light of it cast bright streaks across the floor of the room—both you and Shunsui liked to leave it open on warm nights; your bedroom overlooked the gardens and the koi pond.

The sounds of crickets chirping and the flowing of the water were normally a perfect combination to make you fall asleep, but you’d been in bed for nearly an hour, wide awake. 

The truth was, you were accustomed to being held. Shunsui always held you when you went to sleep, but his side of the bed was still empty, and you were too damn stubborn to go find him and drag him into bed. So you turned over onto your side, facing away from the vacant spot, and willed yourself to sleep.

When Shunsui finally came to bed, you were fast asleep. He moved silently, taking off his hairpins and eyepatch; he then stripped down to his samue. Padding lightly across the floor, he kneeled down next to the futon where you were lying on your side, your back to him. 

He lay down next to you, curling an arm around your waist, and you stirred, becoming aware of the feeling of his lips pressing against your bare shoulder where your robe had slipped down. He hummed against your skin when you let out a soft whine. 

“Mhmm, I’m sorry, did I wake you, sweet girl?” He asked, his deep voice soothing. You rubbed your eyes, slowly waking up.

His hand was tracing patterns along your belly, kisses trailing up to your neck. You leaned back into him unconsciously, finding comfort in his presence despite the tiny flare of anger still burning quietly in the back of your mind. 

“So…” Shunsui continued, his hand moving down to the curve of your hip, pulling the silk duvet back with it as he did.

“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?” He murmured, tugging the tie at your waist loose to let it fall open, and he slipped his hand underneath to rest against your bare thigh.

Your breathing hitched, but you still wouldn’t speak; instead, you tilted your chin up to allow him more access, and he began to press open-mouthed kisses right below your jaw. You could feel yourself getting wetter the more he continued, heat spreading throughout your body.

The calloused hand on your thigh slipped between them now, and you felt him pull your leg back to hitch over his own, opening you up for him. 

You held your breath as his fingers trailed down your stomach, inching lower and lower, until they just barely skimmed over your core. You arched into his touch, trying to get him where you wanted him, and he chuckled against your skin. 

“Ah, ah, ah… Only good girls that use their words get what they want,” he said playfully, pulling his hand back and moving to cup one of your breasts instead. You whined then as he gently tugged on one of your nipples. 

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t speak that easily; you’re far too stubborn for that,” he grinned as he pressed himself closer to you, and you couldn’t help but moan when you felt his hard length against your ass.

You reached behind you, snaking a hand down between your bodies, and cupped him outside of his pants.

“Please…Shunsui. Don’t tease me,” you whispered, looking back to see his face.

His gaze was intense and hungry, you could feel him throbbing against your hand. You watched him then bring two fingers up to his mouth, and wet them, before finally tracing them along your slit.

He swiped them back and forth a few times, sending little sparks of pleasure pulsing through you each time, and you let out a soft moan as he slid them inside, two at first, and then, with some effort, three. 

Your body opened up with ease as he worked them in and out of you. Your pussy greedily pulling his fingers in deeper, the wet squelching sound would’ve been embarrassing if it didn’t feel so good. 

Your head dropped back against him as his thumb pressed against your clit. You could feel yourself getting close, your body clamping down around his fingers. 

“Look at you, squeezing me so tight,” he murmured.

You couldn’t even muster a reply as you felt your orgasm teeter on its edge, your breath coming in shallow pants. You felt his mouth at the shell of your ear, and it sent chills up your spine. 

“That’s it…that’s it…” He whispered, feeling you pulse around him as you tipped over the edge.

He didn't stop until you were squirming, pushing his hand away, and gasping for air. He pulled them out, bringing them up to his mouth once more, and a broken moan left you at the sight of him licking them clean. He chuckled softly at that, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet. I just wanted a taste," he said, leaning down to kiss you.

It started sweet but turned hungry fast, a mess of tongue and teeth, and when you pulled away, you were breathless.

“Get on your back,” you panted.

He did, and you wasted no time sitting up and pulling open the shirt of his samue; your own robe lay discarded on the floor. His clothes swiftly followed, tossed haphazardly to the side.

“Come here,” he whispered as he laid back against the pillows.

You moved over him, straddling his waist, and he gritted his teeth at the feeling of your warm, wet pussy pressed against his stomach.

His cock jumped in anticipation, pulsing eagerly against your ass. You ignored it for the moment, leaning down to pepper kisses along his neck and jaw, your hands roaming over his body. 

His hands found your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples, and when you began to rock your ass against his neglected cock, he tsked disapprovingly.  

“Mhmm, now who’s teasing?” He said, his voice husky and strained. He leaned forward and caught one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking greedily.

You felt yourself clench around nothing, your core dripping against his toned stomach; you needed more. You kept your eyes on his face, watching his reaction as you lifted your hips to line him up with your entrance and slowly sank down on his length.

His hands gripped your hips, eyebrows knitted together, mouth parted slightly as you inched further and further down until you sat flush in his lap.

Shuddering at the stretch of him. He dropped his head back against the pillow, cursing under his breath at the feeling of you fully wrapped around him.

“Oh, my girl, you feel like heaven,” he groaned.

You leaned down against his chest and began to grind against his length, slow at first, until soon you were rocking against him in earnest. He moved in tandem with you, hips driving up in short, shallow juts.

“Shun…sui…harder…” You gasped, desperately. 

He obliged you, his arms wrapped around you, and then he was flipping you both so you were on your back, with him above you. 

His hands found the backs of your thighs, pushing them against your chest, and he leaned forward so that your calves were resting on his shoulders, his weight not crushing but firm above you. Your hands grabbed at the futon as he slid back inside you. 

It was deep, so much so it felt like your breath was punched out of you as he bottomed out, the angle enough for the tip of his cock to brush against your cervix. 

It wasn’t painful, but it left you with an overwhelming feeling of fullness, like he was everywhere.

You sobbed as he began to move, your head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. It felt like you were being split open now in the most wonderful way. The sound of his throaty moans drew your attention back to him, and you looked up at his face.  

His brow was furrowed, his good eye squeezed shut in concentration, as if fucking you was an art. His hair was down, falling around him in loose tresses that framed his near-perfect features.

From his full lips to his hooked nose, even the glaring scar that ran through what was left of his right eye, he was so handsome. You reached up to stroke the side of his face, and he turned his head to kiss the inside of your palm; the gesture made your chest ache.

You felt so lucky to have a man so wholly enthralled by you that the jealous bubble popped, and soon it was replaced with a sinking feeling of guilt. 

Tears pricked your eyes, and you turned away, trying to hide them, but it was no use. Shunsui stilled above you; one of the hands that was braced against your leg moved up to cup your cheek, concern painted over his features. 

“What’s wrong, my love? Is something hurting?” He asked between heavy breaths.

His tone was so sweet, and you let out a quiet sob. His face was now very worried, and he tilted your chin up to look at him. 

“Hey, hey… What is it?” He asked.

You shook your head, reaching up to wipe your eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. 

“It’s nothing... I’m… I’m just being silly…” you said admittedly, stifling any further cries. He didn’t look convinced. 

“Nothing is silly if it makes you feel this way,” he said knowingly, and you sighed. 

“I just… I was a bit jealous today…” you finally said. 

“Was it the letter?” He asked, and you shook your head. 

“That only bothered me a little bit, it was when we were at the market,” you said softly. His brows pulled together in confusion. 

“What happened at the market?” He asked earnestly. You looked away again, feeling a little ashamed. He thought back to the afternoon, replaying the events over in his head.

“Was it the students?” He finally asked.

“Yes… The girls said some things about you as they passed me… and it just… I don’t know… It’s ridiculous. I know I shouldn’t care; it’s just…” You trailed off.

“It made you feel jealous,” he said, and you nodded. He tutted softly and hugged you to him. A warm laugh rumbled in his chest. 

“Oh, my love… I’m sorry it upset you. It’s okay to feel that way sometimes. If it helps, I can’t even recall their faces; I was too busy looking at you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You laughed a bit and opened your mouth to speak, but then he started moving again, and your words caught in your throat.

“Mhmmm… Don’t even remember what they looked like… How could I when my pretty girl was standing right there…looking like a goddess?” He continued casually, his pace picking up until you were being jolted with each movement. 

Your hand reached down between your bodies, and you fisted it around his cock, making him slide through your fist and into your pussy with each thrust, the added friction making his own orgasm approach fast, and he sucked in a breath at the feeling.

“Does that feel good, Shun?” You whispered, and he groaned out some semblance of a reply as he felt that tingling sensation at the base of his spine.

“Do I make you feel good?” You pressed on, squeezing him harder.

It made you preen hearing him fall apart for you like this, that familiar feeling inside you building up once more as he fucked into you.

“Yes…so good… Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he panted out, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Please, I want it… I want you,” you said desperately, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“I’m yours, my sweet, I’m yours,” his voice shook as he spoke and when his hand reached down to rub your clit, it sent you careening over the edge once more. 

You cried out as pleasure ripped through you, pulsing hot and fast, and Shunsui followed, only seconds after.

Pressing himself deep inside you, burying his face in your neck as he spilled into you. His voice in your ear, chanting over and over again. 

“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.”

Soon, the waves subsided, and you both lay tangled up in one another, sweat-soaked and utterly exhausted. Shunsui was dead weight on top of you, but you didn’t mind. You held him close to you, breathing in his scent.

After a few minutes he shifted to move, and you clung to him desperately, not wanting to be pulled apart.

Rather than pull away, he held you against him as he rolled over, pulling you to lie on his chest, your knees tucked against his sides. His now-softening cock still inside you.

He pulled the blankets back up over the two of you, and you tucked your head under his chin, pressing one last kiss against his throat. You both drifted off to sleep. 

[strwbrrysiren]

suguru loves to come home to you.

you in skimpy black lingerie barely holding your chest in and pushing it to your chin. you who waits at the door on your knees on a few towels and puppy pads like your daily orders require. as suguru’s personal human toilet, you wait everyday for him to come home from work in the bathroom.

in the mornings , you shower together and he uses you first thing. he drinks so much water all the time so he’s always full and his stream is always so thick and forceful coming from his length. he soaks you thoroughly every time. anytime you both are home, you are his piss slut. he likes watching your mouth fill up with his piss and having it run all over your body. after work you always know suguru is going to need you. you wait for him patiently because you know he hates using the dirty work bathrooms. all he does is his boring work and drink water all day missing his sweet doll.

he rushes safely home to you to wasting no time rushing for the bathroom. he didnt use the bathroom all day and had no time to try to distract himself from it. he was semi hard nearly dripping piss from his tip from how desperate he was. desperate to use his pretty toilet. he decides he’ll get a video of you today for later with the load he has all too ready for you.

he bursts into the bathroom with lust and urgency in those pretty eyes. his hair down and messy from taking his bun down on the way home and something about that makes you nearly cream your panties then. “so pretty,” he purrs at you while pulling his pants and boxers down. you put your hands behind your back and open your mouth already drooling with anticipation for your owner’s sweet release.

suguru’s so desperate and seeing you ready for him gets him hard as it does every day. so submissive and such a good piss slut he thinks he’ll piss on your cunt too today. it makes you moan so pretty for him he fucking loves it.

he’s so hard and ready to piss on you, so he does.

a forceful stream fills your mouth and he moves his dick down to aim at your tits and then your cunt soaking the lingerie making it see through. he goes back up to your mouth as it weakens after a minute or two. he stares at your dazed face, so happy to be used by him. he moves closer to your mouth and you’re so greedy and ready to clean him up. you take the tip of his dick in your mouth sucking the last bits of his piss out. he’s still hard in your mouth from how good you are and he knows you’ve been waiting to piss all this time too. he wants it in his mouth this time.

[strwbrrysiren]

mars! they/them || 24~bleach, jjk, whoever else i think is hot~ dark content/very nsfw/ smut only !

disclaimers|| lowercase absolutely intended ! minors dni, ik you are going to read it regardless just please window shop, do not add to cart ! FEM BLACK READER/written for anyone but black queens forever…

will not write- fandoms i’m not in, pedo anything, step/incest, scat, electro play, noncon, anal penetration

what i will write- cnc/dubcon, watersports/golden shower/whole lotta piss, bondage, bdsm, intox, dacryphilia, somnophilia, clothed sex/fetish, impact play, asphyxiation, blasphemy/sacrilegious acts, gunplay, knifeplay, blood/period sex ,exhibitionism/voyeurism….

*if you see me write ichigo, i write post TYBW/Hell Arc ichigo ONLY !