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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐎𝐧

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Shunsui, Jushiro, Ichigo, Byakuya, Renji, Hisagi, Gin, Kira, Aizen, Toshiro, Kisuke, Shinji, Zaraki, Unohana, Yhwach, Jugram, Askin, Bazz-B, Ryuken, Uryu, Grimmjow, Starrk, Ulquiorra

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I wasn’t expecting to write to write for everyone, but I also didn’t want to do this in parts. So everyone’s here in one post :)

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content, fem!reader in the smut part, asphyxiation, blood and knife play, manhandling, cunnilingus, blowjobs, fingering, lingerie, rough play, power play, cockwarming, thigh-riding, marking, light bondage, dirty talking, sleepy sex

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Non-sexual and sexual things you do that turns them on.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Kyoraku Shunsui

Non-sexual turn-ons:

A playful sense of humour and teasing wit.

Wearing his haori or hat just to mess with him.

Intelligence that reveals itself subtly.

Being affectionate and touchy without needing a reason.

Showing empathy and gentleness, especially with others.

Drinking tolerance can match or outdo his

Sexual turn-ons:

Whispering into his ear while seated on his lap

Flashing glimpses of cleavage, thighs, or the curve of your hip when you pretend not to notice

Lazy, sensual makeout sessions while straddling him on the porch

Being the one to initiate things slowly, then letting him take over

The sight of you stroking the base of his cock while still dressed in one of his robes

Ukitake Jushiro

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Soft spoken encouragements and genuine smiles

Gentle physical affection—stroking his hair, massaging his back

Bringing him food or medicine without being asked

Listening to him talk about history or poetry with interest

Seeing you play with children or his younger siblings

Sexual turn-ons:

Tender, unhurried touches—especially trailing fingers down his chest

Sucking lightly on his tongue when you kiss

Gently guiding his hand under your robes while making eye contact

Being vocal, breathy, but sweet—he melts hearing your moans

Giving him slow, teasing head with your hands stroking his thighs

Kurosaki Ichigo

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Standing up for yourself or others unapologetically

Sparring with him and actually managing to knock him down

Wearing his clothes and acting like it’s no big deal

Brushing your fingers through his hair after he’s bathed

Letting him protect you but also fighting at his side

Sexual turn-ons:

Grinding against him while you’re both fully clothed

Tugging on his hair when you kiss roughly

The look in your eyes when you drop to your knees for him

Telling him how big and hard he feels in your mouth

Riding him while biting your lip and watching his reactions

Kuchiki Byakuya

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Elegance, poise, and self-discipline

The graceful way you move—particularly in formal attire

Quiet loyalty that never needs announcing

Speaking refined, poetic compliments that catch him off guard

Playing a traditional instrument or painting in silence near him

Sexual turn-ons:

Undressing slowly and deliberately in front of him

Moaning softly into his ear as you ride him in his private quarters

Holding eye contact as you suck him off—subtly defiant

Leaving lipstick marks on his collarbone

Whispering your filthy thoughts in a voice soft as silk

Abarai Renji

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Boldness and unfiltered honesty

Sparring or working out together, especially if you show him up

Wearing something tight or revealing without even trying

Cheering him on at his matches or missions

Talking dirty in casual conversation just to mess with him

Sexual turn-ons:

Biting his neck and shoulders while he's deep inside you

Taking control—pushing him back, pinning his wrists

Moaning his name when he hits just the right angle

Tugging on his hair and smirking while you’re on top

The sight of you bent over, looking back at him with a dare in your eyes

Ichimaru Gin

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Playing his game of sly remarks and never flinching

Giving him a mysterious smile of your own

Feeding him something sweet with your fingers

Staring him down until he laughs genuinely

Reading or observing him silently like he’s a puzzle

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting him tie your wrists and whisper what he’ll do to you

Moaning his name when he ghosts his tongue over your sskn

Clenching around his cock while grinning up at him

Giving him a look that says you want him to ruin you

Being playful, coy, and just a little bratty—he loves the chase

Izuru Kira

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet empathy and gentle support

Touching his hair or face with loving patience

Listening to him without judgement

Writing him notes or letters instead of saying things aloud

Seeing you defend him when he doubts himself

Sexual turn-ons:

Stroking his cock softly while looking up at him with flushed cheeks

Running your hands across his chest while kissing his neck

Light bondage or being guided firmly—he secretly likes being told what to do

Soft sighs and moans that escape you as you ride him slow and deep

Letting him worship your body like you’re sacred

Shuhei Hisagi

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Confidence that doesn’t cross into arrogance

Tracing his tattoos with curious fingers

Wearing his sleeveless uniform and mimicking him with a grin

Helping him relax when he's stressed—running your hands through his hair

Admiring his scars or voice work sincerely

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching your nails down his back while he’s fucking you rough

Letting him pin your arms above your head with just one hand

Moaning shamelessly when he squeezes your throat lightly with his fingers

Riding his thigh until you’re dripping for him

Sucking on his fingers while you grind into his lap

Hitsugaya Toshiro

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Intelligence, especially when it challenges him

Cold weather snuggles—wrapping yourself around him

Running your hands along his chest or collar absentmindedly

Letting him take care of you when you're injured

Playing an instrument or humming to yourself while working

Sexual turn-ons:

Warming his cock between your thighs before sliding him in

Leaving frostbitten kisses on his chest and neck

Gasping when he pushes your legs apart with firm hands

Riding him hard enough to melt the ice under you both

Letting him lose control—he rarely does, but when he does…

Zaraki Kenpachi

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Anyone who can take a hit and laugh

Bloodied lips and challenging stares

Wearing nothing but a haori or his eyepatch

Joking about fucking in the middle of a battlefield

Fighting him and moaning when he slams you to the ground

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching down his chest while he fucks you brutally

Screaming for more while you ride his cock until your thighs give out

Biting his lip until he bleeds and shoving him back for round two

Taking him raw and wild, begging for him to fill your pussy

Letting him fuck you against a wall with one hand on your throat

Hirako Shinji

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quirky humour and refusing to take things seriously

Playing with his hair or trying on his hats

Teasing him with clever innuendos

Letting him cook for you and pretending it’s better than it is

Kissing him upside-down just to throw him off

Sexual turn-ons:

Riding his face with slow, shivering control

Moaning his name sweetly when he stretches you open

Light biting and tongue-play—especially on his ears. And his tongue piercing—tell him you like it when you use it on you

Getting on all fours and arching your back for him

Pinning him down and whispering what you want him to do

Aizen Sosuke

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Polished confidence, intellectual curiosity

Subtly challenging his authority with charm

Wearing glasses or reading books on complex topics

Obeying him flawlessly and then seducing him with a glance

Letting him teach you something, and acting too impressed

Sexual turn-ons:

Licking his cock while you whisper how powerful he feels

Spreading yourself open and begging him to “study” you

Moaning his name as you ride him slow, cunt squeezing him rhythmically

Telling him how you want to be rearranged by his cock

Letting him fuck your mouth until your eyes water and you thank him

Urahara Kisuke

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Brainy curiosity and scientific banter

Wearing his hat or clogs and acting like the boss

Fixing his tech for him with a wink

Subtle acts of devotion: tea when he’s exhausted, bandages on his hands

Purring innuendo in his ear while he’s trying to focus

Sexual turn-ons:

Straddling him and slowly sinking onto his cock while teasing his brain

Moaning nonsense while he fingerfucks you with wild precision

Sitting on his face and grinding until you’re sobbing his name

Letting him record your moans while he fucks you from behind. Also letting his try his new gadgets on you

Making him beg for release while you edge him for hours

Unohana Retsu

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Calm confidence, quiet control in a crisis

Precision in combat or healing—grace over brute strength

Obedience without submission; challenge without disrespect

Running your fingers through her hair or over her blade

Speaking softly but firmly, holding her gaze without flinching

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting her take full control—bound, blindfolded, at her mercy

Bleeding lightly beneath her nails as she rides you slow and deep

Moaning her full name while she traces your throat with her blade

Taking her strapon in full, whimpering, and asking for more or when she grinds her pussy on you

Eyes rolling back when she fucks you until you cry her name like a prayer

Yhwach

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Absolute devotion and confidence in your own strength

Kneeling before him without being told, eyes proud and unwavering

Speaking to him without fear, and daring to offer advice

Soft dominance—stroking his hair while he rests against you

Wearing his insignia or colours like a second skin

Sexual turn-ons:

Spreading your legs for him without a word

Taking every inch of his cock while moaning his name

Holding eye contact while he fucks you on his throne

Licking your lips after he cums on your face

Letting him use your body as his reward after war

Jugram Haschwalth

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet authority and strong posture

Wearing long, elegant clothes that match his aesthetic

Obeying his commands with subtle grace and precision

Showing tactical intelligence in a high-pressure situation

Reading or writing near him by candlelight

Sexual turn-ons:

Kneeling between his legs, eyes wide, waiting for his permission

The sound of your moans as he fucks you slow and deep

Cupping his balls while taking his full length into your throat

Letting him bind you to his desk and stroke you with precision

The flushed, ruined look on your face after he’s spent himself inside you

Askin Nakk Le Vaar

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Sarcasm and biting wit delivered with a pretty smile

Watching you experiment with food, drinks, or poisons

Wearing silky clothes that brush against his fingers when you pass

Subtle manipulation that surprises even him

Laughing at his morbid jokes and then one-upping them

Sexual turn-ons:

Sucking on his fingers while looking into his eyes

Licking his cock from base to tip with slow, deliberate flicks

Riding him in lace lingerie while playing with your own nipples

Letting him drip things on your body and lick them off

Playfully threatening to overstimulate him—he’ll beg beautifully

Bazz-B

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Boldness, fire, and being louder than him when you argue

Revealing outfits, crop tops, battle armour that shows skin

Throwing playful punches and getting pinned for it

Cheering him on when he’s being dramatic

Letting him brag and then putting him in his place

Sexual turn-ons:

Groping his cock through his trousers and laughing at his growl

Taking charge and riding him wild until he taps out

Clawing his back while he fucks you against a wall

Sucking on his balls while he tugs your hair

Calling him “hot stuff” while your cunt clenches around him

Ishida Ryuken

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Intelligence matched with calm maturity

Wearing lingerie under a lab coat

Pouring his coffee without asking, quiet domestic gestures

Knowing when to shut out the world and let him have silence

Precision, elegance, and reading medical journals in bed

Sexual turn-ons:

Sucking his cock under his desk while he pretends to work

Letting him finger you with his gloves still on

Whispering dirty praise into his ear with clinical detail

Riding him slow, grinding until he swears under his breath

Guiding his hand over your clit and telling him what you need

Ishida Uryu

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Graceful intellect and sharp wit

Wearing his scarf or coat and fixing your glasses teasingly

Being meticulous in your crafts or hobbies

Challenging his logic just to watch him ramble

Quiet, firm affection—holding his hand while working

Sexual turn-ons:

Licking the seam of his lips before kissing him

Stroking his cock while whispering how proud you are of him

Gasping softly when he kisses your inner thighs

Letting him tie your ankles with his Quincy threads

Telling him he’s perfect while you cum around his cock

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Arrogant smirks, spitfire sass, and biting back

Showing your battle scars like they’re trophies

Tearing your clothes mid-fight and laughing about it

Challenging him with no fear in your eyes

Wearing nothing but a grin and calling him a pussycat

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching his scalp while he eats you out with zero mercy

Choking on his cock and crying from the stretch

Letting him fuck you over any surface, raw and rabid

Cumming from just how rough he bites your nipples

Riding him while yelling how good he feels—and slapping his chest

Coyote Starrk

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet companionship and non-verbal affection

Dozing on his chest without saying a word

Wearing his clothes and letting him see your cleavage

Soft eyes and lazy mornings in bed

Listening to his silences and responding in kind

Sexual turn-ons:

Slow, sleepy sex where you grind against his cock until he wakes fully

Letting him suck your tits while you ride him

Whispering “please” while you ride him under the covers

Letting him watch you touch yourself while you straddle his lap

Taking him so slowly he shivers—he never shivers

Ulquiorra Cifer

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Existential curiosity and thought-provoking questions

Crying in front of him without shame—he notices

Gently touching his face without asking

Wearing white, black, or green in contrast to his own shades

Showing emotion just for him—never for others

Sexual turn-ons:

Soft moans while you take his cock inch by inch, eyes fluttering shut

Letting him explore your cunt like it’s a mystery

Kissing him without permission and whispering “mine”

Wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in deeper

Crying out his name as you cum—he won’t say it, but he lives for it

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𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Heyy if it's okay with you and not too much of a burden since im probs sure you already have alot of pending requests,i would like to request soft husbandichigo!! moments. It could be soft nsfw or sfw, i don't mind whatever you choose since i know you will do it amazingly as you have done with your other works 😋🤭. It's just that there are barely any ff of my precious baby🩷💮🌸

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: This was indeed a pleasure to write after placing it so far to post. Hope you all enjoy!!

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content, husband!Ichigo, fem!reader, breeding, public sex, fingering, oral (f and m), a little anal play (f receiving), breeding kink, rough sex, video tapping, taking pictures

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

SFW Headcanons

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...still acts like your boyfriend half the time, tugging you by the wrist and muttering, “Oi, you’re my wife, not my roommate. Come here and sit with me, I missed you,” like you didn’t just come back from a ten-minute shower.

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...tries to act nonchalant when you wear his clothes but always ends up with a faint blush and a grumble like, “You could at least let me wear the shirt first, woman,” while staring at you like you’re the only person alive.

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...gets irrationally proud when someone calls you Mrs Kurosaki, even though he acts like the surname thing isn’t a big deal. You caught him once testing how it sounded out loud when he thought you were asleep— “Mrs Kurosaki... tch, sounds too posh for you. You’re more trouble than the name’s worth.” Then he kissed your forehead.

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...hides behind sarcasm whenever he’s doing something sweet, like packing your lunch and tossing it to you with, “Try not to starve or cause international incidents today, yeah?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...absolutely pretends he’s not worried sick when you get injured, pacing around the room and biting the inside of his cheek, but the moment you stir, he snaps, “You’ve got some bloody nerve scaring me like that. Don’t do that again. Ever.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...still gets flustered every time you kiss him first, even years into the marriage. He’ll blink like an idiot and then mutter, “You’re not supposed to catch me off guard. That’s cheating.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...always hogs the covers and acts like you’re committing war crimes when you try to take them back. “I’m cold, you’ve got your own body heat, share properly, don’t be greedy!”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...genuinely does laundry like a war general, sorting everything like it’s classified intel and lecturing you if you mess up the system. “Do not put whites with reds unless you’re trying to dye everything pink and make me wear it to work like some clown.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...insists he doesn’t like fancy restaurants but will still take you just to see you dress up—he’ll sit there with his hands in his pockets, muttering, “Damn, you look nice. Hurry up and eat before I change my mind and take you straight home.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...doesn’t get social cues sometimes and once tried to fight someone at a wedding because they said, “You really married up, huh?” and he didn’t realise it was a compliment. “What d’you mean by that? You saying she’s outta my league? ‘Cause she is, but you can fuck off anyway.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...gets incredibly soft when you’re sick—he’s all bark and no bite, tucking you in with furrowed brows and snapping, “Oi, don’t get up. You’re not dying on me, but I will tie you to the bed if you keep pushing yourself.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...fake complains every time your cold feet touch him at night but still lets them stay tucked under his legs like a warm, grumbling furnace. “You could’ve warned me. Feels like sleeping with an ice demon.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...gets into petty arguments over who makes better tea and always ends up losing, then dramatically sips your cup and groans, “Fine. Yours is better. Happy now, Your Majesty?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...always has a hand on you—your back, your wrist, your pinky hooked with his—especially in public, not because he’s possessive, but because you calm him down.

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...doesn’t say I love you all the time, but when he does, it’s low, rough, and right into your neck, like a secret he doesn’t want the universe to overhear. “Oi... I love you, alright? So don’t do anything stupid without me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...leaves you little notes when he’s on long patrols—messy handwriting scribbled on the back of receipts or paper napkins, like “Eat properly or I’ll haunt your ass. Love, your favourite and only substitute shinigami.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...can’t cook for shit but tries anyway, ruining your pans and setting off the smoke alarm with a defiant “It’s edible! Barely. Just scrape off the black bits.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who…is absurdly competitive over board games and will absolutely flip the board if you beat him at Monopoly. “That’s it. I’m divorcing you. This is betrayal of the highest order.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...keeps a photo of you both in his wallet like a total softie, even though the photo’s crumpled and faded because he takes it out too often.

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...gets shy about compliments but melts when you tell him he looks good— “Shut up. You’re the one who’s always staring. I see you. Don’t act like I’m the only one obsessed.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...carries all the bags when you go shopping and complains loudly the whole time, “You buying the entire damn shop?”—but you know he’s just glad to spend the day with you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...always keeps one of your hairbands around his wrist, says it’s for when you forget yours, but really just likes having a part of you on him.

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...absolutely loses his mind when you call him your husband in public. His ears go red and he starts coughing like he swallowed a swordfish.

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...acts like a grump in the mornings but makes you tea before you even get out of bed. He says it’s to keep you quiet, but the smug look on his face says otherwise.

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...always tries to intimidate the blokes who flirt with you and ends up looking more like a flustered tomato than a threat. “What? I wasn’t glaring. My face just does that.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...listens to your rants about absolutely everything and always says, “You done? Okay. You want me to punch someone or make you tea?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...acts all tough until he sees you crying, then immediately turns into a frantic wreck. “What did I do? Who do I kill? No, wait, just—just come here.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...sneaks glances at you when you’re not looking like he still can’t believe he gets to call you his. He still kisses you like a teenager in love when you’re alone, pushing you gently against the wall with a murmured, “Come here, lemme remind you you’re mine.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...yells at you to put on a coat like a fussy granddad anytime it’s even mildly chilly. “You’ll catch a bloody cold and then complain all week. Not worth the drama, love.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who…is allergic to expressing feelings like a normal person and ends up doing it with blunt, chaotic affection instead, like buying you snacks he says he definitely didn’t get just for you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...keeps quiet during arguments but later comes back with an apology in the form of back hugs and very awkward mumbling. “...Sorry. I was being an ass.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...always offers you the last bite of anything he’s eating, then acts surprised when you take it, like “I didn’t think you’d actually take it, greedy munchkin!”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...pulls you into his side when you’re walking home at night, muttering like it’s no big deal, “Stay close. I don’t like you walking in the dark alone. Makes me nervous.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...gets jealous when your attention’s not on him, especially when you’re on your phone. “Who’s got you smiling like that, huh? Better be me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who…will never admit he tried to learn how to knit because he overheard you say you’d like a scarf made by someone you love. It’s an ugly scarf. You wear it every winter.

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...wakes you up on your birthday with a grumpy kiss and a muttered, “Happy birthday, pain in my ass. I made breakfast. Try not to cry from joy.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...never lets anyone disrespect you, even if it’s someone important. “She’s my wife. Talk to her like that again and I’ll rearrange your jaw, don’t care who you are.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...has no idea how to handle your mood swings and ends up just stuffing chocolate in your hands and hoping for the best.

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...never forgets anniversaries, not because he’s sentimental, but because he sets reminders three months in advance, so he doesn’t screw up.

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...pretends he doesn’t like cuddling but ends up wrapped around you like a human blanket every night, snoring right into your ear like it’s payback for stealing the pillow.

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...looks at you like you hung the moon whenever you laugh, even if he never says it aloud.

NSFW Headcanons

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...acts like he’s too gruff for sweet talk but says the filthiest things in bed with that low, rough voice right against your ear— “You like being fucked by your husband, huh? ‘Course you do. Look at this greedy pussy—she’s dripping.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...groans whenever you sit in his lap and grind, his hands already on your hips before you even start moving— “You start this, you’d better be ready to finish it. I’m not lettin’ you off with one.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...wakes you up with morning head, face buried between your thighs, messy hair tickling your inner thighs as he mutters against your cunt, “Mornin’, love. Figured I’d have breakfast before you started running your mouth.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...loves when you tug his hair and moan his name, hips snapping harder as he growls, “Say it again. Louder. Wanna hear you scream it so the whole bloody street knows who’s makin’ you cum.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...bites at your shoulder while he’s fucking you from behind, voice ragged with restraint, “Can’t believe this ass is mine. Fuckin’ obsessed with it. D’you know what you do to me?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...fingers you while you’re both in public—at a boring dinner, behind a closed door, at a family gathering—completely composed except for that smug little smirk when you squeeze his arm to stop, “If you didn’t want attention, you shouldn’t’ve worn this little number, love.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...fucks you hard after patrols, sweat still clinging to his chest, pinning your wrists down and panting into your mouth, “Been thinking about this all night—fuck, missed this pussy.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...loves when you’re on top but refuses to let you keep control for long—hands clamping down on your waist as he starts thrusting up hard, “You thought you were in charge? That’s cute.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...gets turned on the moment you so much as sit on his face, eyes hazy and pupils blown wide, licking you slow just to hear you beg— “You’re not getting up ‘til you cum, love. Might keep you here all bloody day.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...loves eating your ass and your cunt together, spreading you open with both thumbs as he dives in, groaning, “Filthy little wife. Look at this hole twitching. She missed my tongue, didn’t she?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...slaps your pussy lightly when you’re being a tease, the sound wet and obscene as he growls, “You gonna keep misbehaving, or am I gonna have to fuck the attitude outta you again?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...loves when you wear nothing but his shirt—especially if he finds you lounging like that in the kitchen—he’ll grab your thighs and lift you onto the counter with a smirk, “Hope you weren’t planning on finishing breakfast, ‘cause I’ve got other ideas.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...gets possessive when you’re out together and spends the whole ride home with his hand down your undies in the car, murmuring, “Mine. All fucking mine. Say it while my fingers are inside you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...keeps you on his cock for ages, refusing to let you pull away, whispering, “Nah, stay just like that. Wanna feel you clenching while you talk. Go on. Keep actin’ like you’re not coming again.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...fucks you into the mattress when he’s jealous—not angry, just needy—holding your ankles wide open and watching his cock slide in deep, “No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to wreck you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...loves when you ride him in reverse cowgirl, palms spreading your ass cheeks as he watches himself disappear inside you, panting, “This is my favourite view. Don’t you dare stop.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...pushes your face into the pillow and pounds you so deep you see stars, one hand tangled in your hair as he grits out, “So fuckin’ tight...still sucking me in like you’re starved.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...loves breeding you, especially after seeing you play with children—whispers filth about knocking you up even when he knows you’re not fertile, “This cunt’s made to take it. Gonna fill you ‘til you’re round and stuffed.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...holds your legs up by your shoulders while he fucks you slow and deep, his eyes locked on your face as he mutters, “There she is. My good girl. You take me so fuckin’ well.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...makes you cum on his fingers before every proper fuck, licking his fingers after like it’s dessert, “You taste better than anything I’ve ever had, love. Never gonna get tired of this.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...marks you with his teeth during sex—your neck, your thighs, your tits—all of them with bruises shaped like his mouth, muttering, “No one else touches you. They see these, they’ll know.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...can’t resist your cunt when you’re half-asleep, crawling down between your legs and spreading you with careful fingers, whispering, “Just a quick one, promise. Wanna feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who….let you use his face like a toy if you ask nicely, holding your hips steady while you ride his mouth, his voice muffled, “That’s it, baby. Use me. Cum for me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...loves filming or taking a picture when you’re falling apart on his cock—his phone shaky in one hand while he pounds you from behind, “You look so good like this, love. Gonna watch this later.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...fucks you in front of the mirror sometimes, chin on your shoulder, voice husky as he whispers, “Look at yourself. Look how pretty you are, stuffed full of my cock. That’s all you, baby.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...can’t stop himself from cumming inside you every time—condoms be damned—he just loves the way you twitch and whimper when he fills you up, “There. Take it. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...gets addicted to the taste of your pussy before a workout and kneeling down with a grin, “Favourite little protein shake.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...has a favourite spot in your house just for bending you over—the kitchen table, the sofa arm, the hallway console—and he always says, “Get up there. Wanna ruin your cunt somewhere new today.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...praises you like filth, cupping your face as he fucks you stupid, “That’s it, good girl. So full of cock you can’t think. My perfect fuckin’ wife.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...can’t keep his hands to himself when you wear dresses—pulls you into corners, lifts the hem, fucks you standing while covering your mouth, “Shh, don���t want anyone hearing, do we? Be good for me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...holds you still when he eats you out, no teasing, no escape, just relentless tongue and growls of, “You’re not going anywhere. Gonna make you cum till you forget your own name.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...tugs your hair and growls when you deepthroat him, hips jerking as he warns, “Fuck—don’t stop. That’s it. Gonna cum down your throat if you keep looking at me like that.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...makes you cum with just his voice sometimes—phone calls when he’s away, whispering what he’s going to do when he gets back, “Miss my cock, baby? D’you want me to make a mess of you the second I get home?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who…always finishes inside, presses your legs up and watches his cum drip out, pushing it back in with two fingers and a low, smug, “Not wasting a drop. Stay like this. Let it settle.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who…mutters your name like a prayer when he cums—fingers digging into your skin, forehead pressed to yours, voice cracking on the last thrust.

˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who…always kisses you after, arms tight around your waist as he grumbles, “Hey, don’t fall asleep yet. Still gotta hold you, don’t I?”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @spellboundsuguru @kennys-partner @cookielovesbook-akie @villainsrtasty @foxycrafterofgreenwood @carnationdoe @darthwhorecrux @sovl-society

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how bleach men would react if you told them you were ovulating/it’s ovulation week ?

They'd hear “ovulation” and instantly think about breeding, creampies, and raw fucking. Their expression would so easily darken, and already imagining you panting and squirming, begging for more, under them 😩

— Shunsui, Ichigo, Jugram, Askin, Grimmjow, Kenpachi, Bazz-B, Yhwach

They’d grin and start teasing you, making flirty comments, suggestive touches, and asking if their princess was “feeling needy” and needed some “help.” They make it a game. Turning it around to make you the desperate and needy one instead of them. Good luck!

— Gin, Shinji, Kisuke, Renji, Shunsui*, Grimmjow*

Wouldn’t say much at first, but there’s a definite shift in their gaze—possessive, dark, and calculating. You’ve triggered something primal, and they’re already planning when, where and how (long).

— Byakuya, Aizen, Ulquiorra, Starrk, Yhwach*, Uryu (adult), Ryuken

They'd check in first, ask how you’re feeling, if you’re okay, maybe blush a little. Their thoughts wouldn’t head to the hungry department quickly, but should you emphasise a little more, they’d be very eager to please if you gave the green light.

— Jushiro, Kira, Toshirō (adult), Uryu, Hisagi

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𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬…

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: After a promise long ago, here is your wonderful meal for Ryuken. It felt so good to write something just for him alone. Enjoy!!

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fem!reader, 18+content, breeding/impregnation kink, age gap, power play, fingering, cunnilingus, blowjobs, semi-public sex (his office)

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✧ SFW Headcanons

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...always pretends to be deeply inconvenienced by how much he likes you. “Why must you take up so much of my mental bandwidth?” he mutters, pulling you into his lap anyway, his hand already resting on your thigh like it’s second nature.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...never really smiled with his eyes until you started texting him the dumbest memes at 2am, and now he’s got a whole folder of them on his phone labelled “stupidity (Y/N)”.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...buys you a toothbrush for his bathroom and pretends it’s just because “you forget yours too often”—but gets a little twitch in his eye the first time you call it your toothbrush.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...keeps checking your coat is zipped up when you go outside in winter. “Your generation has no sense of survival. Button it. I’m not treating you for pneumonia.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...listens very intently when you ramble about things you love, even if he doesn’t understand half of it. He’ll just say, “I assume that’s a compliment, based on your tone,” if you throw slang at him.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...gives you a look so deeply unimpressed when you pout at him, but always caves. “You’re manipulative. Utterly spoiled. Fine. We’ll stop for ice cream.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...never texts with emojis, never uses exclamation marks, and still somehow makes a three-word message feel like a love confession.

“You made it home?” “Eat something, please.” “Bring a jumper.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...scoffs every time you tease him about his reading glasses but still lets you push them up his nose for him like a little ritual.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...has been on the same page of his book for twenty minutes because you keep kissing his jaw and curling against his side and he won’t say it but he’s never been happier.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...lets you nap on his chest even if he’s got work to do. Just reaches over you to his laptop, typing one-handed, the other hand stroking your hair rhythmically like he’s winding himself down.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...keeps a spare scarf in his car, just in case you forget yours, and mutters “children” under his breath when he has to drape it round your neck himself.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...has a drawer with things just for you in it—pads, your favourite snacks, a fluffy pair of socks you forgot once. “No point in you complaining every time you visit.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...tried to play it cool but very obviously got his hair trimmed a little differently after you offhandedly said you liked it swept back.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...acts like he’s above public affection, yet his thumb always finds its way to the inside of your wrist, stroking absently while you talk with friends like his body’s on autopilot to touch you.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...gets a little twitch at the corner of his mouth every time you call him handsome without teasing. “Is this some attempt at flattery? You’re ridiculous.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...will never say “I love you” out loud first, but his hands tremble a little the first time you say it—and he presses a kiss to your forehead like he’s sealing something sacred.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...pretends to be annoyed by your clinginess but hums quietly whenever you drape yourself over him like a scarf, like he’s trying not to let you know it soothes him.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...never remembers how to use emojis properly and once sent you a heart followed by a skull and a syringe when he meant “love you, goodnight.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...gets up extra early on your birthday to make you breakfast, plate arranged perfectly, coffee already poured, candles lit. “Don’t say anything sentimental. Just eat.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...once accidentally called you “sweetheart” when half-asleep and immediately tried to brush it off like it didn’t mean anything—but you caught the pink in his ears.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...sometimes stares at you when he thinks you’re not looking. Not with lust, not with curiosity—just with the quiet, stunned softness of a man who didn’t know he could feel like this again.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...once stitched up your finger in the kitchen after you cut it, and you noticed his hands shaking. “I see enough blood. I don’t need to see yours.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...tells you off for eating too little, staying up too late, not drinking water—and then forgets his own lunch at the hospital three days in a row until you start packing it for him.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...never takes his ring off—the subtle one you gave him, that doesn’t look like much, but he wears it on a chain when he’s in the OR and glances at it when he’s thinking.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...doesn’t need to raise his voice to assert dominance—he just stands behind you while you’re talking to another man, adjusting his cufflinks, eyes cool and unreadable. You feel his presence like gravity.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...doesn’t say much about the age gap, but when someone makes a comment about you being “a bit young for him,” he just leans over and says with calm menace, “She’s exactly the right age to handle me. Unlike you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...calls you “my girl” in that offhand, low voice that makes your stomach flip, especially when he says it in front of others—especially when his hand is on your thigh under the table.

✧ NSFW Headcanons

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...had absolutely no business looking that good in a hospital coat, walking through corridors like a man who knows every pair of eyes are on him, but only ever stops for yours, muttering, “You’re loitering again. You want me to do something about that?”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...sits on the edge of his pristine leather armchair, glasses low on his nose, fingers tapping against his knee while you’re on yours between them, licking along his cock like it’s something sacred. “Slow down. You’re being greedy again.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...never rushes anything. Not his words. Not his work. Not the way he fingers you on his pristine office couch, thumb against your clit, eyes calmly watching your mouth drop open like he’s examining a symptom.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...always smells like expensive cologne, antiseptic, and old paper. You don’t know how the fuck that’s attractive until your face is buried against his starched shirt while he fingers you under his desk, whispering, “Quiet. Or I’ll let you drip on the floor and make you clean it up with your tongue.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...absolutely refuses to call you anything ridiculous like “bunny” or “kitten”, but does call you “good girl” in that sharp, cool tone that makes your thighs twitch. “On the bed. Legs open. Good girl. Stay like that.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...doesn’t do jealousy, not loudly anyway. But when he sees you talking to Urahara for a little too long, he later fucks you against his library shelves with your wrists pinned behind you, whispering, “If you want attention, you come to me. Not that circus act.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...always removes your panties like he’s unwrapping something expensive he’s been waiting weeks for. Even if he’s already ripped them off you three times that week. Even if you’re already whining. “Be patient. You’ll cum when I let you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...calls you ridiculous for getting shy about asking for things in bed, then slowly and clearly says it for you. “You want my cock in your cunt. Say it properly.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...doesn’t raise his voice when he’s angry—he gets colder, quieter, deadly calm. Which somehow makes you wetter when he says things like, “If you keep bratting for attention, I’ll ruin you. And you’ll thank me after.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...lets you crawl into his lap like you’re twenty years younger and ten inches shorter, and just sighs like you’re a complicated medical case. “Is this how grown women behave now?”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...absolutely, unapologetically, worships you. “Spread your legs. No, keep your hands there—I want to see you fall apart when I fuck you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...pretends to be annoyed when you tease him in public, but under the dinner table, his hand casually finds its way between your thighs, fingers pressing in warning. “You have about five seconds to stop grinding that chair before I drag you to the loo.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...does not do mess. And yet, he still gets on his knees, perfectly composed, licking into your cunt until your thighs are shaking and the pristine sleeves of his dress shirt are just wet with your slick. “You taste far better than you deserve to.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...gets visibly hard whenever you wear his dress shirts around the house with nothing underneath. He just lifts your legs onto the kitchen counter and eats you out like breakfast while the kettle whistles behind him.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...teases you for being clingy, but if you so much as shift off his lap too early after sex, he wraps his arm around your waist and says, “You stay right here. I didn’t say I was done with you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...has you sitting on his lap while he’s on a conference call, holding your hips down while his cock is buried in your cunt. “Be quiet. If they notice, I’ll make you finish on speaker.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...says things like, “If you’re going to be this mouthy, I’ll need to give you something better to put in it,” with a dry tone and one brow raised, already unzipping his trousers.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...knows he shouldn’t be falling for someone your age, and yet still buys you that necklace you pointed at in the window, and says, “You’re trouble. Expensive trouble.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...gets flustered exactly once—when Uryu caught you walking out of his house with his shirt on. “Don’t say anything. I’ll talk to him. Eventually.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...has exact control over his fingers. Two in your cunt and one on your clit, all while holding eye contact. “Keep your eyes on me, darling. I want to see exactly how much you can take.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...laughs—actually laughs—when you try to dom him one night. “That’s adorable. Lie down before I show you how grown men handle brats.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...makes sure you’re always fed, hydrated, and not overworking yourself. Even if you’re a wreck under him, panting and dripping cum down your thighs, he still says, “You’re drinking water before round three. I’m not having you faint on me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...fingers your pussy like it’s his favourite thing in the world, hands spreading your lips like he’s reading a book, deep groan vibrating through his mouth. “This greedy little thing missed me, didn’t it?”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...keeps a little photo of you—not even a nude, just you biting your lip in his bed—tucked into his wallet like a teenager. When you catch him looking at it, he just says, “Don’t get ideas. I needed something to keep me focused.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...always makes you cum on his fingers before he fucks you. Every time. No exceptions. “I won’t waste my cock on a cunt that hasn’t earned it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...refuses to let you call him “daddy” in bed, but secretly loves it when you slip and say it when you’re cockdrunk. He just gives you a look and says, “Say that again and I’ll ruin you for men your age.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...gives you an allowance like he’s your sugar daddy—but insists it’s “compensation for enduring my schedule.” Then raises an eyebrow when you show up in lingerie he definitely paid for.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...makes so much eye contact while he’s fucking you that it makes your knees weak. “Eyes up. Don’t look away. I want to watch you come apart.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...says things like, “That’s it, good girl, take it all. Look at that, it’s stretching you already,” as his cock sinks into your cunt slow and steady like he’s measuring how deep he can go.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...uses your cunt like it’s therapy after long shifts. Doesn’t even talk. Just strips you, bends you over the back of the couch and fucks into you like you’re the only thing keeping him sane.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...once fucked you so hard the bedframe cracked, and simply muttered, “I’ll buy another. Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...lets you mark up his chest with bites and scratches but scolds you if you try to leave anything visible on his neck. “Professional image matters. You’ll have to make do with the rest of me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...keeps you cockwarming while he reads case files, absently stroking your back like a housecat. “You’re being surprisingly well-behaved today. Should I reward you?”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...comes so fucking hard the first time you ask him to do it raw, he groans through his teeth, body trembling with restraint, and doesn’t stop moving until you’re twitching under him. “You want me to fill you up? Then you don’t get to run away after. Lie still.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...never meant to lose control with you that night—but the second you moaned “cum inside me” against his throat, he snapped your legs over his shoulders and fucked you so deep you were crying, low voice rasping, “You want to carry something that belongs to me? Then take it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...gets fucking possessive when he’s breeding you. Whole body caging you in. No gentle kisses. No teasing. Just raw, determined fucking until your cunt’s swollen and stuffed and his seed’s spilling out of you. “I don’t want to see you with anyone else. If you’re going to be full, it’ll be because of me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...presses you against his office window one night, skirt bunched around your waist, whispering against your ear, “What would they say if they knew I was filling you up like this? That I was breeding you like a woman half my age?”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...tells you, voice tight and low, “I never got the chance to do this the first time. Don’t take it lightly if I want it with you.” And he doesn’t—he makes love to you like it’s sacred, like breeding you is giving him something back he lost.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who…curls himself around you after, one hand spread over your belly like he’s willing your body to keep every drop. “Stay still. You’ll waste it. And don’t pretend you don’t like the thought.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @stygianoir @spellboundsuguru @cookielovesbook-akie @kennys-partner @sovl-society @villainsrtasty @foxycrafterofgreenwood @carnationdoe @darthwhorecrux

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𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐰 | 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐨 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I somehow had thoughts about lipstick and Shinji, and this is what my mind conjured 😁

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content, blowjob, cum swallowing, gn!reader

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➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Shinji recently got you a new shade of your favourite lipstick, and what better way to test its durability and shade on him than to shower him with kisses.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Humidity rained down your skin as your lips stretched around the thick head of Shinji’s cock. The pretty, glossy red stain of your lipstick marking him in vivid contrast against the flushed pink of his cock. He was warm on your tongue with the taste of a slight tang of salt and the musk of his cum clinging to the back of your throat as you sucked him in slow, teasing pulls—your mouth a wet heat wrapped tight around his length. The heady sensation of having him lodged so deeply at the back of your throat made you lean in closer till your nose nestled in his heap of curls.

Gently your hands cradled his hips as you pulled back slightly, moaning softly around him before you slid down again, the curve of his cock pressing along your tongue and stretching your lips as you took him deeper. You could feel his fingers sinking into your scalp, resting there and trembling as your mouth worshipped him—the things you claimed to be innocently doing was unravelling him. And your lipstick, it clung to your lips like lacquered silk; every time you pulled back with a wet, hollowed suck, it left a fresh streak of crimson around the base of his shaft, your mouth painting him with messy rings of your affection. His pretty veins were accessorised in the loveliest shade of red.

“God…that colour looks so fucking good on you,” he panted, eyes heavy-lidded as he watched you bob your head. Teasingly, your gaze lifted to meet his from beneath your lashes as you gave him a particularly firm suck that had his toes curling into the carpet. “Look at you—so pretty, mouth full of cock… Quite the thank you, ain’t it?”

Humming around him with a grin, the vibration of your moan made his hips jerk, and you felt the weight of him twitching on your tongue, impatient to burst…prematurely from a few sucks and a pretty shade of red. The thought had you smirking, prompting you to bring a hand up to cradle his balls, and rolling them in your palm while your tongue circled the flared crown of his cock, tasting the first bead of pre-cum that leaked from the slit. He was so ready to pop and it made you hungrier to watch him come undone.

Pulling back slowly, you allowed his length to drag against your lips until the thick head popped free with a wet sound, leaving behind a smear of red trailed along his shaft, saliva glistening in the dim light. You grinned as you looked up at him, lips swollen, a thin string of spit still connecting your tongue to his cock, as you leaned forward to plant a chaste kiss, chuckling as he jumped if though he was electrocuted.

“Hmm, this shade was a good pick,” you purred softly. “Stays on through everything. Even worshipping your pretty cock.”

That was worth Shinji letting out a single, dark laugh while one hand was still tangled in your hair, giving it a firm tug. He was devouring the sight of you kneeling between his legs. “Ya say that like I’m not gonna have ya ruin it in a minute.”

With a flourished eye roll, you leaned back in and closed your lips around him, with more urgency and wicked intention this time. Flattening your tongue along the underside of his shaft as you took him deeper, the tip of him brushed the back of your throat making your eyes water, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. He was watching every movement with his jaw slackening as you swallowed his cock. The wet tightness of your throat squeezing and massaging the tip. Through it all, your lipstick held firmly on your lips, refusing to be erased, hidden behind the soft slick pressure of your lips as they moved in steady, torturous strokes.

Bobbing your head along his cock, your hand following where your lips couldn’t reach, stroking the base and gliding over the sticky-slick mixture of saliva and pre-cum that now coated him, while your mouth focused on the top half, lavishing attention with your tongue. Every sound was lewd—the wet squelch of your lips around his girth, the quiet gag each time you forced him deeper, the soft gasps and moans that slipped from his lips as he watched you fall apart on his cock—and it made the entire process worthwhile. To have him fall apart, like every time, by your mouth.

“Shit…slow down or I’m gonna—” he groaned with small cracks in his tone. Enjoying the effects, you simply moaned again in response, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked harder, and dragging him back in with another messy slurp. “Oh, fuck! Ya gonna make me cum!”

You could feel his hips stuttering as he drew closer. The more you worked your hands, twisting, squeezing and massaging in tune with your mouth, the faster he trembled and louder his groans grew. Naturally, his hips thrust forward, pushing him deeper down your throat for your nose to bump against his hair curled at the base. Instinctively, you gagged as you held him there, letting his buck like some uncontrollable animal in heat, while grinning and sending more vibrations down his cock. Letting your throat adjust and breathing through your nose as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, you pulled back slowly, lips dragging along every inch of him, thick, wet and twitching in your mouth.

Thinking that you were easing him up, you rushed back in faster and even more eager, your mouth moving on instinct now, driven by the heat pooling between your thighs. The sight of him above you, cock shining with your spit and smeared lipstick, his face twisted in pleasure, only made you want more. You wanted to make him come and know just how grateful you were for that lipstick—and for everything else he gave you. Consider it an extra treat.

“Fuck, baby! Are ya tryna eat my dick?” Shinji hissed as his hips flexed the minute you took him deep again, letting his cock press down your throat, your jaw aching around the stretch. “So good…fuck, so fucking good… God, I’m gonna cum.”

You didn’t care about anything else—just the taste of him, the weight of him in your mouth, the way he trembled when your tongue slid against the underside of his cock. And wanting to make him combust. Luckily, it didn’t take long before you felt his cock spasming hard on your tongue. The way his breath hitched and his grip tightened in your hair, urged you to pull back just enough to take him mostly in your mouth, lips sealed around the thick head. And as you looked up at him, you felt the first spurt of hot, salty cum hit your tongue.

His hands cradled your head, fingers curling into your hair to keep you still as he groaned deep in his chest, his hips bucking as he came. Thick jets of cum spilling into your mouth, filling it quickly, the volume enough to make you struggle to swallow it all. Holding him there, as every drop pulsed from his cock, warm and heavy against your tongue, you looked up at him and batted your lashes, earning you a chuckle.

“Tsk. Ya really did, huh?” he grinned, panting like he had just ran a marathon. “Made a mess of me.”

Your lips stayed sealed until the last twitch passed, until he was completely spent and panting above you, eyes dark and heavy as he looked down at the beautiful mess you’d made of yourself. When you finally pulled back, cum dribbling from the corner of your mouth, your lipstick was still mostly intact—just a little smudged, a little ruined—and you smiled, licking your lips clean.

“Told you it was durable.”

All he could do was laugh breathlessly as he pulled you into his lap, kissing your smeared lips without hesitation, tasting himself on your tongue. “Yeah, yeah,” he murmured, “but I think I’m gonna have to buy ya more shades if this is how you say thank you.”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @stygianoir @spellboundsuguru @cookielovesbook-akie @kennys-partner @sovl-society @villainsrtasty @carnationdoe @darthwhorecrux @dazaisk0rspe

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[tomitsulikeslemons]

I JUST FAINTED

𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: (1) Can I ask for relationship hcs for Jugram?(If it really possible? Lollol) And NSFW too, if u dont mind :)This boy need more love in this fandom :c (2) Can you please write sfw and nsfw headcanons for jugram, yhwach (separately) x fem reader? Thanks ❤️❤️

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Yhwach headcanons will be in a separate post, anon, since I wrote so much for Jugram. I really hope you all enjoy this and aren’t overwhelmed by the length, because I tend to be thorough for these types of content, and I also wanted to write a lot for him (he’s my fav). I also sectioned of the SFW from the NSFW for those who just wanna read the SFW.

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: I tried to make this entirely GN reader, but got sidetracked in the NSFW section, so fem!reader in the NSFW section, very long, possessiveness, talks of hard and soft dom!Jugram, oral (giving & receiving), rough & soft sex, sub!reader, marking (spanking & creampies), hair pulling, pet names, fingering, aftercare

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: SFW and NSFW headcanons for being in a relationship with Jugram Haschwalth

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

「 ✦ SFW Headcanons ✦ 」

˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t perfect when it came to dating you. At first, he made it appear out of duty rather than emotions and connections, so it was a bumpy start. Juggling you, his duty to Yhwach and his friendship was an imbalance in the beginning. He struggled to separate his time for each of you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Dating Jugram is not an easy task because you have to be prepared to have most of your time with him fragmented, because of his dedication and loyalty to Yhwach. A date you two planned might be interrupted by the sudden request of his presence or helping him de-stress would be interrupted by him needing to sort out some arising matters.

˚₊‧꒰ა You once joked about how Yhwach might be jealous of you stealing away his right-hand man and having him devoted to another, which made him momentarily smile. He doesn’t admit it much, but you make him feel alive and help add colour to the mechanical aspect of his life.

˚₊‧꒰ა You must be prepared to receive his form of words of affirmation. They’re not over-the-top, or flowery. Instead, they are rather curt and straightforward. His compliments and adoration surround your duties and how good you are to him. “You were excellent today on the field,” he’ll mention softly, or on softer days, “You’ve ruined me, you know?”

˚₊‧꒰ა There are moments when you can manage to catch him in a slight sentimental drift, and many tender words come tumbling out. Preferably during a stressful period when Yhwach came down harsher than usual, or he had a burnout—he would hold you tighter as though you were his lifeline. “This feels nice. Thank you,” he whispers into your stomach as he holds you.

˚₊‧꒰ა It’s an odd, yet comforting and understanding gesture you had come to learn about him. Given his childhood and upbringing, physical affections weren’t something Jugram relied on or received in a comforting manner. It left him touch-starved with a bitter taste in his mouth. Hesitant to approach the act even though he desired to.

˚₊‧꒰ა So when you came into the picture and started showering him with physical affection, he treated you with feline behaviour, seeking distance because it was overwhelming and not within his stoic mannerism to be so physical. But when he did come around, you’d get those moments when he would cling to you as though you were about to vanish.

˚₊‧꒰ა All his touches are reserved for closed doors, minus brushing your hair out your face, placing a hand on your lower back or brushing his hand against yours. He found it odd how much he craved your warmth and safety. You were his safe haven.

˚₊‧꒰ა Falls asleep in your arms after a long day of duties and overseeing the Empire for Yhwach. At first, he used to tense when you ran your fingers through his hair. Now, he melts under your touch as it lulls him to sleep. Your arms have become a frequent place for him to disassociate from the world.

˚₊‧꒰ა Speaking of hair. You once asked him for his hair routine, and he calmly stated that he had none and that his hair was naturally silky and majestic. You had never been so bummed out in your entire life. However, it doesn’t stop you from offering to wash his hair or combing it after a long day.

˚₊‧꒰ა You’re the only person who can convince him—through dire persuasion—to allow you to style his hair during your private moments behind closed doors. But you’re not getting to put bows and clips in his hair. He’ll let you put some braids in since he’s from a time when braids were a common practice and a form of affection, even let you wash his hair (scratch his scalp and he might pur).

˚₊‧꒰ა Though, he would request that you keep your affections quieter in public settings since he had his professional image to upon and Yhwach was always observing. He didn’t need his King questioning why you were clingy and could not control yourself.

˚₊‧꒰ა Getting Jugram to whisper those three little words was perhaps a roller coaster ride. To him, his acts of service and words of affirmation should be enough to let you know that he loved you. Why do you need him to vocalise it?

˚₊‧꒰ა A trip to one of the female Sternritters or Bazz would let him know that it was important to say nonetheless. And that’s how you got Jugram to whisper, “I love you,” in the most heartfelt and tender tone as he held you closely. Still, it’s not all the time he says it.

˚₊‧꒰ა Expect to hear it if you get injured and he nearly loses you, after a sentimental moment filled with reassurance, or when you shower him in kisses and whisper the words until he mutters them with a tender smile.

˚₊‧꒰ა As an individual who is focused on displaying his devotion through his loyalty and service, the same will be done towards you. Silently draping his cloak over you when he notices you forgot yours or were chill, sending up fresh tea or breakfast each morning because he knows you’re too stubborn to eat properly, helping you ascend through the ranks.

˚₊‧꒰ა Jugram cares more than he likes to admit, believing that his actions were enough to convince you of his affection and devotion towards him. In the beginning, your relationship would be rough since he treated it like a duty similar to serving Yhwach. You had to be patient when it came to teaching him the proper ropes of relationship etiquette, so he could excel.

˚₊‧꒰ა Overprotective to some degree. The world is already cruel to Quincies, he doesn’t need to lose someone he considers important to the horrors of this world. Hence, his reason for excluding you from certain fieldwork or tagging along for extra security when he can. If not, he would pair you with someone he considered capable, though he never once saw anyone worthy of protecting you besides himself.

˚₊‧꒰ა His protectiveness does become overbearing because he treats you like glass as if you didn’t have the capability to dismantle the second-strongest Quincy with a few sweet words and hugs. It does lead to arguments which results in getting nowhere due to his stagnation. However, for your sake, as much as he wouldn’t outrightly admit, he would ease up on certain protective measures.

˚₊‧꒰ა Gifts will be given and that’s one time Jugram will not hold back, nor will he accept you informing him that he was doing too much. It’s his way of expressing his love and devotion—by wanting the person he’s with to have all that they need and want to make living comfortable. “Is there anything else you wish for, liebchen?”

˚₊‧꒰ა It is also his way of apologising if he did something. However, he would take a trip to Bazz, Askin or Bambietta for a bit of advice on what he could do to make it up to you, without revealing your relationship details.

˚₊‧꒰ა On that note—incredibly private on any topic involving your relationship and hate when something speaks about you. He would stand nearby, straining his ears to overhear the conversation, and should it be negative, whoever it was, would be removed from office before the day was over. “You’ve exercised your ability to be insolent for quite some time—today that ends.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Doesn’t like when you talk negatively about yourself because what do you mean you don’t see yourself as capable or strong or worthy? Hello?! In his mind, the fact that you were able to convince him that you were the best person to be with and managed to bag yourself a complex man like him, was an accomplishment by itself. You should be praising yourself, highly.

˚₊‧꒰ა He would be awkward on the emotional spectrum of consoling you. He would sit there, staring at you and wondering what exactly he should do. Say something? Hold you? Give you space? Sit and wait till you were done? Call for help? His words, when he does find the right thing to say, will carry notes of warmth and appreciation. “Please do not cry, schatz. It hurts me to see you this broken—you are one of the strongest people I know.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He would nestle you in bed, draping a ton of blankets over you and demanding that you remain stationed since you were in no condition to perform your duties. Would send the servants to fetch you food and tea, and well…you might be lucky to have him feed you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Stepping aside from that, you have Jugram who grows weak and flustered whenever he sees you in his clothes. Be it his uniform or his clothes, it doesn’t matter if it’s fitted or loose, he grows weakened at the sight. His hands would curl into fists at his sides as he fights to restrain himself from holding you. “You look…—It would appear that my clothes suit you better than me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Reassurances. On his end that is. You need to let this man know that he’s enough and important. Let him know how much you adore and need him, he is loved and appreciated. He’ll fumble—stunned at the emotional display of words being directed towards him but appreciated them.

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, onto kissing him. The first time he experienced what a kiss felt like, he would not admit it—he melted on the inside and couldn’t shake the feeling of your lips on his. From that day on, kissing you has become one of his favourite forms of physical affection. Be it to his forehead, the crown of his head, your hand or wrist, your cheek, neck or lips.

˚₊‧꒰ა There’s something about you kissing him goodbye or good morning that helps to make his day a little brighter. It’s like a good luck charm that unconventionally chases away the stormy clouds.

˚₊‧꒰ა Kissing him easily ventures into an erratic interaction if one of you doesn’t break apart. His lips will remain glued to your skin and wander, while his grip on you tightens, his body pressing firmly against yours. He becomes a little more vocal during this moment, his terms of expressions confidently flowing from his mouth. “You drive me crazy, you know that? I could keep you here with me all day—you’re mine.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ah yes, how could I have forgotten. His possessive streak. You cannot tell me that this man is not naturally possessive and jealous. Like why do you need to be close to others when you have me? Why do you need someone else to train you? I’m here. Where are you going without me? Why was that person flirting with what’s mine? “You’re mine, don’t forget that, or I’ll have to remind you and everyone else.”

˚₊‧꒰ა When it comes to ensuring that you and others remember who you belong to, Jugram transforms into a calculating, dominant individual (as if he isn’t). He wouldn’t be heavily affectionate and whatnot, but he will hover and remain glued at your side, and use terms of endearment a lot more, like ‘Schatz, engel, liebchen, liebe lien and so forth.’

˚₊‧꒰ა He’ll whisper against your lips after a hungry kiss, “You’re mine. Don’t forget that, or I’ll have to remind you.” His way of saying that you’re his, while it is possessive, he says it with the hidden meaning of ‘Don’t leave me, you’re all I have,’ since you are regarded as the (second) most precious person to him. You gotta fight against Yhwach for first place.

「 ✦ NSFW Headcanons ✦ 」

˚₊‧꒰ა First and foremost, his cock is pretty (if y’all didn’t know that). It’s pretty just like him—long, thick and girthy. And his stamina is insanely otherworldly. He could edge himself for a long while, all for the sake of ensuring you come first, and to display his dominance.

˚₊‧꒰ა He is a service top. This man’s entire life is built around being devoted and serving, you cannot tell me that while he retains his dominance, he is willing to showcase his ability to care and provide through being a thorough lover—listening to your needs and desires and giving, while incorporating his touch.

˚₊‧꒰ა He thrives off knowing that your pleasure is taken care of and you are satisfied. But it doesn’t mean that he isn’t willing to accept reciprocity. On his days when he’s stressed or requires reassurance, you just gotta push him down in his chair or bed and get to work. He’ll be gripping the sheets or you for life.

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, with his service top complex, he is a dominant, somewhere in between a hard and soft dom. Being submissive isn’t something you would get from him, but Jugram will allow you a moment to show your devotion by relaxing and letting you do your thing. He’s still holding onto the reigns.

˚₊‧꒰ა So, with his possessive streak, he enjoys body worshipping and leaving his mark all over you, in discreet places, of course. His mouth is attached to your skin throughout the entire session. If he’s not whispering in your ear, he’s biting or kissing your skin. Or his hands are gripping you tightly to leave a few bruises. And, uh, he secretly enjoys it when you leave scratches down his back.

˚₊‧꒰ა You once saw him looking at his back in the mirror one morning after a rough night, his fingers tracing the red lines he could reach with a small smile on his face. He likes the idea of having a mark that represents you, on him.

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, speaking of marking. Jugram has a thing (his possessiveness) for filling you up to the brim and no, he doesn’t agree to make a mess. It’s either swallowing (if you’re into it) or he empties himself inside you, and he prefers the latter a lot more due to his mild breeding kink. It’s not to get you pregnant, but he enjoys the idea of you being thoroughly marked through this method.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’ll calmly push his cum back into your pussy if it was spilling out, murmuring about how pretty it looked in you, and this leads to him fingering you into another orgasm. He also enjoys watching his handprints all over your ass after he spanks you.

˚₊‧꒰ა When he’s being a hard dom, you can expect it to showcase during times of high stress or you’ve riled him up. He’s rougher and will have you pinned under him for hours, leaving you incapacitated when finished. He’ll take you from behind, pulling your hair to sink you into a deeper arch while leaving handprints all over your ass as he whispers his filth. “Look at how well you take me. Just like that, liebchen. Squeeze me tighter.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s a simple guy when it comes to positions, sticking to missionary, face down ass up, cowgirl, bent of his desk and taking you against the wall. As for where he takes you, mainly resides behind closed doors—you aren’t getting him to take you in public. In the bedroom or in his office for the most public of places.

˚₊‧꒰ა His patience is unnerving. The way you could tease and taunt this man the entire mission, even if it takes days to complete, he will retain his composure UNTIL you return to Silbern. Then it’s his game, and you are to do as he commands otherwise, punishment.

˚₊‧꒰ა Jugram’s usual form of punishment, when you misbehave, would focus on spanking, overstimulation, edging and orgasm denial. He loves to hear you beg and sound needy and desperate for him—fuels his pride to know you want him so badly. He’ll use this opportunity to have you on your knees and show him just how much you crave him—suck his dick.

˚₊‧꒰ა I’m serious. He really enjoys it when you suck him off—when you struggle to take all of him yet determined to continue pleasing. It makes him smile as he guides your mouth along his cock. “Such a good girl. You’re doing so well.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ugh, the way he speaks to you during sex is heavenly. The things he says make you question where this vocality was hiding. “You were made for me, every inch of you belongs to my will,” “I can’t get enough of you,” “Look at me—let me see how crazy I drive you,” “Do you feel that? How consumed you are by me?” “You know exactly what you do to me, and you like it, don’t you?” “Say my name. Say who you belong to.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He loves to whisper and remind you that you belong to him. Whether you’ve done something that requires him to put you in your place or a passionate moment—he’ll always tell you that you’re his and never forget that.

˚₊‧꒰ა  Underneath this shell of his, Jugram also has his softer dom side which is displayed more often whenever you two have sex on the regular. His soft dom side is filled with him expressing his reverence, like a sentimental moment, a little session before you sleep or you returned from fieldwork alive. Along the lines of that.

˚₊‧꒰ა His lips are attached to you most of the time, his forehead against yours and looking into your eyes. There’s not an inch of space between your bodies due to the way he’s moulded himself against yours. A little more vocal in terms of moaning, and fewer words since he’s deep into the moment, trying to connect with your soul.

˚₊‧꒰ა Eye contact is a serious thing for him. Whether his face is buried between your thighs, you’re going down on him or either of you are on top, he wants to maintain some level of eye contact.

˚₊‧꒰ა During his softer side, he’ll have you face him a lot more and will also allow you to ride him without attempting to manhandle you under him. However, the grip on your waist and hips is a silent reminder that he is still in control.

˚₊‧꒰ა Ah, yes. Pet names. I know I’ve mentioned terms of endearment he would address you by, but during sex, he’ll call you a ‘good girl,’ ‘princess,’ ‘darling,’ ‘sweetheart,’ in his sultry voice. Especially when he’s moaning in your ear or sweet-talking and praising you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Jugram really loves it when you moan his name. It doesn’t matter how. Be it sweetly, raspy, broken, squealing, whining, pathetically—he loves the way his name rolls off your tongue. A reason why he indulges in eating you out, just to watch you lose composure as you struggle to catch your breath and speak his name.

˚₊‧꒰ა I might not have mentioned it, but Jugram loves the way you taste. The act of eating you out is something he views as him venturing into losing control. Like, he knows he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself after getting a taste. He gets so lost in your taste, that he can’t believe you’re this heavenly and capable of making him lose his composure.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s not going to tell you this, but during the session when you take the lead, mainly because of him being stressed or needing reassurance. When you praise him, letting him know how good of a lover he is, how he takes good care of you and how important he is to you and the empire—he loves it. Makes him feel good.

˚₊‧꒰ა Just praise this man more often. He praises Yhwach far too much, that he deserves his moment for being front and centre.

˚₊‧꒰ა This one doesn’t matter whether or not he’s in hard or soft dom mode: wear lingerie for him and watch as he slowly cracks, especially if it’s his favourite colour. He has a preference for babydoll dresses, but honestly, just wear lingerie or even his clothes if you want to drive him up a wall.

˚₊‧꒰ა Whisper in his ear how much you want him, run your hands all over his chest, rake your fingers through his hair. Congratulations, you have a composed man who lost his control and has become unhinged. If you’re in his office, you’re getting bent over his desk, if in the bedroom, then pinned under him in some position.

˚₊‧꒰ა Not a fan of quickies since he isn’t allowed to have you the way he would like, however, he would oblige if he has the time for them, due to your persuasive methods. A quickie in the shower is one he wouldn’t have an issue with.

˚₊‧꒰ა Doesn’t matter whether hard or soft dom, aftercare is important to him. Jugram will clean you up, get you a glass of water and massage what areas he can while asking how you’re feeling. His favourite aftermath is mostly pillow talk, as you two are lying in each other’s arms, your body still trembling from the intensity because he’s a thorough lover. He’ll press a kiss to your hair and whisper, “You did well. I love you.”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @edensrose

©satsugacafé 2025: no permission to repost, plagiarise, copy or translate my work onto any other platform or this one.

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[darthwhorecrux]

me face to face with Shinji

Hey !

are you able to do bleach men and what their favorite s*x positions would be ? ( shunsui, kisuke , grimmjow etc )

𝐘𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐜𝐡 — Full Nelson

𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 — Bent over any surface (mostly a tabletop)

𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 — Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl

𝐁𝐚𝐳𝐳-𝐁 — Doggystyle (with a deep arch)

𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐞𝐧 — Missionary (he’ll alter your legs to suit)

𝐔𝐫𝐲𝐮 — Cowgirl

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐢 — Spooning, Cowgirl and when he isn’t feeling lazy, Mating Press

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 — Missionary (leg over shoulder or resting in elbow)

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 — Any position, especially from behind

𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧 — Seated on his lap

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢 — Any position face to face

𝐆𝐢𝐧 — Reverse Cowgirl

𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 — Missionary (a leg over the shoulder or resting in his elbow)

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐚 — Cowgirl, Lotus

𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 — Doggystyle (face down, ass up)

𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 — Doggystyle (arch real good for him) and Mating Press

𝐓𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 (𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭) — Missionary (legs in the crook of elbows)

𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 — Bent over any surface, suspended in his arms and folded like figure eight lol (Full Nelson)

𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐰 — Doggystyle (face down, ass up and a deep arch), bent over or pressed against any surface

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐤 — Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl, Spooning

𝐔𝐥𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐚 — Missionary

[darthwhorecrux]

here i go being horny on the tl again 🫣

Question? How would the Quincy men perform oral sex? Would they be rough, gentle, fast, slow, etc?

A/N: I contemplated on writing for Uryu and Jugram again, since I had their response in NSFW headcanons, but I gave another response. More content for you all.

𝐘𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐜𝐡 — calm, precise and utterly overpowering. He wouldn't rush. He’d drag his tongue in slow, deliberate strokes, savouring every tremble and moan, maintaining unwavering eye contact as if reading and controlling every reaction. His beard would only add to the stimulation, brushing over sensitive areas like a constant teasing presence. He wouldn’t just use his tongue—his fingers would press, stretch, and grip, making sure you had no room to escape his attention.

𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 — would be deeply attentive, treating oral as an art of discipline. He wouldn't rush, instead ensuring every flick, suck, and press of his tongue delivered the most precise pleasure possible. His focus would be intense, blue eyes locked onto you as if you were the only thing in existence. His hands would be firm, keeping you steady as he worked his tongue in slow strokes before shifting into something more intense—sucking, nipping, and humming in a way that sent vibrations deep into your core. Jugram wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied that he had wrung every drop of pleasure from you, leaving you trembling and breathless beneath him.

𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 — would make oral into a game—slow, teasing, and playful, dragging it out far longer than necessary just to see how much you could take. He’d start with featherlight flicks, smirking at every twitch and whimper, dragging out anticipation until you were begging for more. His tongue would be dangerously skilled, switching between gentle licks and deep, drawn-out sucks, making sure to pause just when things got unbearable. He’d hum against you lazily, the vibrations enough to push you closer to the edge, only for him to pull back with a knowing chuckle. But once he got serious? His tongue would be relentless, switching between devastating precision and deep licks until he had you falling apart beneath him. And he’d love every second of it.

𝐁𝐚𝐳𝐳-𝐁 — wild, relentless, and absolutely filthy. He wouldn’t hold back, diving in with deep, messy licks, groaning into you as if he couldn't get enough. His hands would be gripping your thighs and hips as he ate you out like a man starving, tongue moving in quick, heated strokes, pressing, flicking, and swirling with raw passion. He wouldn’t care about pacing—he’d want you crying out, trembling, hands fisting in his hair as he worked you over again and again. He’d growl against you, the vibrations only heightening the sensation, and he wouldn’t stop until his face was soaked, until you were left breathless, trembling, and utterly spent.

𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐞𝐧 — would treat oral like a task to be executed with flawless precision. He wouldn’t bother with teasing, going straight into deep, languid strokes of his tongue that had you falling apart before you even realised what hit you. His pace would be slow but thorough, every movement designed to extract the maximum response with minimal effort. He wouldn’t react to desperate whimpers or moans, keeping his composure even as his tongue worked relentlessly, but he would take in every shudder, every gasp, using that knowledge to craft his art. And the worst part? He wouldn’t even gloat about it—he’d simply wipe his mouth, adjust his glasses, and act as if he hadn’t just ruined you completely

𝐔𝐫𝐲𝐮 — would be surprisingly skilled. He’d start slow, mapping out every sensitive spot with delicate licks, carefully gauging each reaction before honing in on what made you gasp the loudest. His tongue would be accurate, flicking in controlled motions, his lips sealing around you to suck with just the right amount of pressure. He’d take pride in making you unravel, watching their body twitch under his careful attention, never letting up until he had you completely at his mercy. He might not seem like the type to enjoy being messy, but once he got lost in the moment, he’d revel in the way you writhed beneath him, taking quiet satisfaction in the fact that he could break you with nothing but his tongue.