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🔞 MDNI | Boothill x Fem!Reader (blurb AU) 🔞

TW: sex in a barn, slight choking, love bites, prosthetic limbs, slight overstimulation, licking, creampie.

Edit: This got way more attention than I honestly thought it would. So, if it hits 2k, I'll make part two. 😉 Or! Perhaps a full fic of this blurb?

Things weren't supposed to end like this, but you couldn't be blamed. A handsome stranger paid your esteemed ranch a visit, hoping to get one of your finest Thoroughbreds, only to end up with something far better.

One hand firmly gripped the fat of your hip, the metallic fingers digging slightly into your skin while the other was wrapped around your throat, tilting your head back just enough for him to kiss along the side of it. Your thighs trembled with the way his thick cock bullied your slick cunt, dragging yet another moan from your pretty lips.

Boothill's lips curled into a slight smirk at the sound before letting his tongue slide up your neck. It was hot and wet, and your hands gripped the stall door, causing the wood to chip ever so gently with the way your nails dug into it. "Dirty girl," he teased. His chest pressed against your back a bit more as his hips smacked into the back of yours harshly, his pace remaining merciless. "I came for a stallion, not a broodmare." The hand around your throat squeezed a little harder, causing you to let out a pitiful whine. "But I can make a new deal."

You already knew what the new deal was, but you remained silent, too focused on the pleasure that coursed through your veins with each thrust of his meaty cock. He filled your gummy walls, shaping your pussy all for himself as he brought you orgasm after orgasm. It had been a while since you had a good fuck, and with a customer of all people. Still, you had to hand it to him. Boothill had the stamina of a Thoroughbred, plowing into you repeatedly without so much as a break, and he hadn't even come yet.

Your head lolled to the side, allowing him another chance at kissing your neck, though he soon bit down on the soft flesh, causing you to moan at the sudden feeling. One final thrust had your body up against the stable door, pinned as he finally came, painting your walls in thick, white ropes of his cum. The hand gripping your neck only tightened, yet he made sure to at least let you breathe.

Boothill kept your body pinned against the stable door as he panted hard, his breath hitting the back of your neck as he pressed a gentle kiss to the nape. "Fuck," he breathed out, "haven't had this good a time in a while." His hand on your hip loosened as his metallic thumb rubbed gentle circles against your soft skin. "Now," he chuckled, "how 'bout we discuss the new deal?"

[my-my-my]

Hi my-my-my! I love your bleach posts soooo much. Do you have any authors you like to read (since you mentioned reading jjk stuff!!!!)

Awww thank you thank you!! I'm glad you enjoy them 😭!!

A lot of the writers who motivated me to write for Bleach aren't active (in the fandom) anymore, but here are some I like to read! They're a mix of fic/headcanon writers and more meta/lore writers.

@bleachbleachbleach

@aphroditisxc

@kiwicopia

@brittscafe

@kyokutsu-sama

On ao3 I tend to read for diff fandoms outside of Bleach, so here are some of the jjk authors I've subscribed to!

septembersummer

candycandy00

summypuppy

[kiwicopia]

🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Exhibitionism 🔞

🎃 True Form!Sukuna x Fem!Concubine!Reader 🎃

TW: Jealousy, two cocks, fondling, cumflation, cum marking, belly bulge, mentions of murder, slight blood, cunnilingus (tummy tongue), reverse cowgirl position, squirting, rough riding.

tags: @stygianoir @shes-so-insane @uzxotic

Ryomen Sukuna was a lot of things. King of Curses, The Disgraced One, the strongest, a murderer, possessive… but one thing you never thought he’d be was jealous. Possessive, yes, but the man never once donned a jealous expression, until now. When he caught a servant flirting so shamelessly with you while his back was turned. You didn’t belong to that peasant. You were Sukuna’s—his little toy to do with as he pleased. Such insolence was met with a swift demise for the servant and a punishment for his little concubine.

A sharp gasp slipped out as his stomach’s tongue wiggled inside your cunt, stretching your gummy walls even further as it tasted you. One pair of arms kept your thighs apart as you sat in his lap, back pressed firmly against his chest while his hands on the other pair cupped your breasts. His thumbs rolled over your nipples, drawing a soft moan from your lips. “Master Su—.”

“Don’t speak,” he said, cutting you off from speaking. One hand left your tit and grasped your face before tilting your head back, letting your eyes meet his. “This is a punishment. You need to be taught a lesson and remember who it is you belong to.” His thumb stroked your cheek before his grip tightened a little more, causing you to whimper from the pressure. It wasn’t enough to harm you, but it certainly got his point across.

To make matters worse, he had summoned every single servant at his disposal to witness it. He was going to let them all see that you were his, and that they were not allowed to speak or touch you. His hand turned your head once more, forcing you to look out at the many eyes that watched as his tongue savored your little cunt. Your body squirmed from having an audience and the fact that your arousal trickled down onto his thighs.

His stomach’s tongue reached deeper inside of you, the tip pushing against your cervix harshly. It hurt, but you couldn’t deny how good it felt as well. A small whine broke out the second that pressure was removed, only to be replaced by a moan when the tongue roughly licked up against your clit. Your legs trembled lightly from the pleasure it gave you, and as much as you wanted to move your hips against the appendage, his arms kept you spread in place. “Master,” you moaned, drawing a smirk from the curse.

Your legs shook a little more, and your hands slid down to further the pleasure, yet you were apprehended as his other hand left your tit and gripped both of your wrists. “Ah, ah,” he tutted, his smirk broadening, “don’t you dare.” His hand tightened around your wrists, pulling another whine from your pretty lips. He wasn’t about to let you do as you pleased, oh no. This was punishment, not pleasure, and you needed to be reminded of that. The tongue then retracted back into his stomach as the arms that kept your legs spread apart lifted you just enough for the head of his cock to settle at your entrance.

Sukuna showed no mercy as his arms suddenly slammed your body down, causing you to scream out as his dick shoved its way inside your pussy. Your walls had no time to accommodate to his size, and you felt yourself clench at how full he made you feel. One hand let go of your leg and gripped your waist as he moved you up and down, forcing you to take more and more of his length every time. The hand that held your face tipped your head downward, allowing you to see the way he made your stomach bulge from his size.

It was painful with him not letting you get used to his size, and it would’ve been worse if you hadn’t already been so wet from the tongue prior. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as his thick cock bullied your little cunt, forcing you down more and more before finally bottoming out inside of you. He growled low at the tightness, marveling in the way your pussy gripped him like its life depended on it. It didn’t matter how many times he took you, your body was always the same, and it would end the same, too.

His hand moved your head again, now forcing you to look back at the peasants that watched the scene. He heard their whispers but paid no mind to them. All he was focused on was showing them that you were his. “Look at them,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling your ear, “look at the way they watch you bounce on my cock.” His smirk was still plastered to his face as he relished the moment. Your eyes closed halfway as he continued moving your body up and down on his dick, building up the pleasure that slowly consumed your body. His second cock twitched, the movement causing it to rub against your clit.

Your body jolted up at the feeling, and it only made the curse hum in delight as he thought. His other hand soon let go of your other leg as it drifted down to his throbbing erection, and it wasn’t long before you felt him press it against your bundle of nerves. Pleasure shot up your body each time he brought your body down on his first cock while the second rubbed harshly against your clit. Your thighs clenched at how intense everything was for you, and the way the audience watched you did nothing to deter you from wanting to climax. You didn’t care if it was in front of them. Not when they’ve already seen you bare and taking your master’s cock like the good girl you were.

“Gonna cum,” he mumbled, “gonna fill you up and make them see.”

Your mouth hung open as you attempted to speak, but incoherent babbling was all anyone heard as he forced you to ride him so roughly. Your mind was muddled with lustful thoughts as your body clenched, a simple sign that you were fixing to cum. Sukuna knew this and his movements increased as he brought you down on his dick, shoving it further inside of you. The tip kissed your cervix harshly before bringing you down one final time. A low groan left his lips as his nails dug into your waist, drawing a little bit of blood as his first cock shot a thick load inside you. His second came shortly after, decorating part of your face, chest, stomach and thighs with thick, white ropes of seed.

It was all too much. The pressure of his first dick inside of you followed by an increase of that from him filling you up was what brought you over the edge. Your entire body shook as you unraveled, your pussy fluttering wildly and creaming all over the cock that was still inside of you. His dick caused a large stomach bulge, yet his cum added on to that. The crowd watching murmured low with one another as he marked and bred you like a bitch.

When the man lifted you up off of him, your slick and his cum seeped out of your cunt. He then lowered you back down, letting you rest against his chest as you stared at your audience with a look of being fucked out of your mind on your face. Now everyone knew you were his. They weren’t allowed to talk to you, to touch you, not even look at you, either. You belonged to Sukuna and only to Sukuna. His little toy. His little concubine.

No one would forget this day. How could they? The way your chest heaved with exhaustion, the marks on your waist from his nails, how his cum painted your body so beautifully, and the fucked out expression on your face would be burned into their memories forever.

[kiwicopia]

🔞 Dr. Veritas Ratio x Fem!Reader (blurb) 🔞

TW: mean Veritas, degradation, pent up Veritas, fwb/ free use situation, rough blowjob, cum swallowing, slight dacryphilia, hair pulling, against the wall position.

He loved seeing you like this. On your knees, back pressed against the wall with his cock shoved down your throat. You gagged every time his bulbous tip brushed against the back of your throat, bringing forth tears that only served to further his movements. Such a thing happened quite often, and neither of you voiced any issue over the agreement you both shared.

"Fuck," he rasped, one hand tightly fisting your hair while the other pressed against the wall, keeping himself steady as his dick inched further down your throat. Work left Veritas stressed and pent up to the point where he felt like snapping, but he didn't. Not when he had you. "Look at you, taking me so well. Like the slut I always knew you were."

Your teary eyes met his hungry gaze, hands pawing at his hips for something to hold onto while he continued abusing your pretty, little mouth. Your throat vibrated with soft moans and whines, causing him to groan softly at the pleasure it brought to his cock.

He'd praise you for being such a good girl to him, letting him use you every time he was stressed, but there was no fun in that. The man groaned again when your tongue slid along his length, and he couldn't help but tug your hair, causing you to whine out once more.

"You better swallow," he hissed, his hips growing sporadic with the pace. He was close and you knew it. Your cheeks suddenly hollowed out in an effort to help him cross the line, and Veritas came hard.

The hand he had on the wall quickly left to grip the side of your face, helping the other to keep you steady as he shoved his dick into your mouth one last time, finally spilling himself down your throat. The man panted hard as he leaned his forehead against the wall, not bothering to remove himself from between your plump lips until he knew you swallowed his cum.

You were used to his taste, a balanced mix of salty and sweet. Only when he felt your throat move to gulp him down did he finally pull his cock from your mouth. Veritas couldn't help the smirk that etched itself onto his face. You were a good girl, you were, but you made an even better whore. All for him to do with and use as he pleased.

His eyes lowered when you looked back up at him. Such sweet, pretty doe eyes. His thumb rubbed gentle circles on your cheek, and he made a mental note on when to use you next time.

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🔞 MDNI | Yan!Gojo x GN!Reader (drabble) 🔞

It's been a hot minute since I've written something yandere. And I just know this man would be the most dangerous yandere.

TW: yandere tendencies, obsession, delusional Gojo, kidnapping, some violence & gore, stalking, manipulation & blackmail, reader gets put into a dangerous situation.

"I love you means you're never, ever, ever getting rid of me."

Satoru was a simple man. He often saw something he liked and just had to have it, no matter what. It was always items, though, yet this time it just so happened to be a person. You. He didn't even have to use his six eyes to know you were special. All he did was see you in a café, sipping on your beverage and nibbling on a muffin, and he was hooked. With swift steps he entered the establishment and played it off as being just another customer, all so he could see you close up. You were too caught up with reading something on your phone to even notice his glances every now and then. Oh, he could just snatch you up right here and now if he wanted to, but he decided to wait.

He followed you to your apartment that night. Just a bit of reconnaissance for a little plan he was cooking up. He knew where you lived now and would oftentimes "visit" when you were either asleep or not at home. Satoru got a feel for your dingy, little apartment. The corners of his lips curled upwards as he sat on your couch. There honestly wasn't a piece of furniture in your apartment that this man hadn't touched, and your bedroom was definitely no exception. His hand smoothed out the little wrinkles in your duvet, and his mind wandered to many thoughts. This is where they sleep. This is where they do things.

His smile only broadened when his mind grew a bit more perverse with his thoughts. He thought about what it would be like when he finally had you beneath him. The faces you'd make. The sounds falling from your lips. Oh god, it was enough to make him cum right in his pants. You wouldn't mind, though, would you? If he relieved himself in your bathroom? With your underwear wrapped around his eager cock? His only thoughts being of you. You were none the wiser of the little stains he left.

As eager as he was, Satoru was a patient man. A patient and delusional man whose only thoughts revolved around you and only you. He couldn't even do his job and take care of some measly low grade curses. He'd slip up and get a small injury, but that wasn't what would anger him. It's the fact that they had the audacity to pull him away from his thoughts about you. Any sorcerers watching could tell that their senior had gone a bit overboard with eliminating the curses, but they kept their mouths shut. In fact, they kept quiet about everything.

They knew how delusional that man was. He talked about you non-stop. Gushed over you as if he was married to you. No one wanted to tell him he was crazy. That none of it was real. "No" wasn't really a word in his dictionary. Everyone knew what would happen when he got his hands on you, but no one said or did anything. How could they? He was THE Gojo Satoru. Anyone with half a brain would know not to get in his way when he had his eyes set on something, or someone in this case.

As much patience as he had, it would wear thin some day, and that day was today. Doing another one of his little rounds of stalking following you, he was able to pinpoint the exact days and times you'd frequent that little coffee shop, amongst other places. What he didn't expect, however, was to see some man, some complete stranger, talking you up at a table. Then you laughed at one of the man's jokes. You laughed. Oh, it made Satoru's blood boil so badly that he had to fight himself from waltzing inside and killing that man where he stood. He didn't want to scare you, so he hid in plain sight and waited until the two of you went your separate ways, leaving each other with the promise of a date.

That man would never make it to the date. Satoru knew what he did was wrong, but it felt too good at the moment for him to even care. That and he just couldn't sit idly by and let you spend even a second with someone that wasn't him. Crimson stained his face, hair, and his clothes as he stared down at the torn corpse on the ground. He held no remorse for what he did. In fact, it felt liberating to have ripped someone's spine out. It was as though he was doing you a service. This man wasn't worth your time, darling, trust him. He had your best interests in mind. But he can't deny the pain he felt when showing up to what would've been the date and seeing your saddened expression. Oh dear, you poor little thing. He wanted to swoop in and hold you, comfort you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear to make you feel better, but he knew better.

The interaction part of his plan wasn't ready yet. Satoru still had some things to take care of and a home to get ready for your arrival. He was a calculated man and knew how to sever your relationships with friends and family. He wanted to leave you with no one to rely on so that when he stepped in, well, you'd just have to rely on him then. Right? His plan was flawless. Until you began suspecting things. Satoru didn't like how smart you were, but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't attractive. He started treating it like a game now. Could he cover his tracks up, or would you figure him out?

In the end, you never did get the chance to piece everything together. After all, you didn't know him, but he knew you. After two weeks of slowly manipulating your life into how he wanted it to be, ultimately leaving you with no one, he decided to wrap up his little plan. You could see curses for some reason, which he found out on one of his little jobs. This got him thinking shortly after and resulted in him throwing you into a dangerous situation that would leave him being your savior. Or so he thought.

The confident smile fell from his face when you started yelling at him. Why were you doing that? He saved you. Shouldn't you be showering him with your love and affection now? Why were you being so ungrateful? Then you turned to walk away and he snapped. It didn't take much to knock you out, but with his immense strength he had to be careful. Too much and he could've killed you. He wouldn't let this little hiccup ruin his plan. Satoru simply believed you were too high on the adrenaline rush that came from almost dying at the hands of some low grade curses, so he didn't take it personally, and he knew you'd come to your senses once it wore off.

He had a special room at his home that was prepared just for you. His sweet darling. Satoru grinned when you finally woke up, practically giddy with excitement at finally having you here. Though that excitement was short lived when you started yelling at him again. He just couldn't understand why you were being like this. Honestly, he didn't want to use force on you. He didn't want to hurt his precious darling. Instead, he resorted to blackmail. "I wonder what your parents would think if I paid them a visit," he teased, though it definitely came across as a passive threat. Or rather, a promise if you didn't comply. It warmed his heart with how quickly you changed your attitude.

Satoru finally had you. You were his now.

[kiwicopia]

For your event for blade (smut is ok)

Easier to care for animal

Fem reader

I’m shy when you first get to know me but then I’m nice even if I don’t like you. I tend to be empathetic if you cross me one but if you do it again I’m less empathetic. I’m very dark sometimes.

TW: Bombay!Blade (cat), ruts, marking/biting, knotting, belly bulge, size kink, doggy style, mention of kittens.

You were the smallest owner he's ever had, and he constantly had to remind himself to hold back. He'd break you if he didn't, and that was the last thing Blade wanted, especially after growing so fond of you. Still, that didn't stop him from letting his claws sink into the flesh of your hips, earning a small whine from you that sounded like heaven as his cock slowly sank into you. His grip tightened as your warm walls hugged him, clenching around him in such a premature way.

His tail swayed behind him, and his ears flattened against his head as he let out a small breath. His thumbs gently stroked your skin, swirling in a circular motion just above your tailbone. Blade's hips then moved at a slow pace, letting his cock repeatedly ease in and out of your tight cunt. Your body rocked slowly with his, and his jaw clenched when your walls tightened around him a second time. Were you teasing him? Oh, you little minx.

Your body squirmed, much to his dislike, and the hybrid leaned over you, his chest pressed firmly against your back. "Stay still," he whispered. But you didn't listen, and it prompted him to sink his teeth into your neck. He tried his best to be as gentle as possible while holding you down, your body now pressed firmly against the mattress as his rutting quickened. His eyes lowered and he inhaled your sweet scent before closing his eyes.

Blade quickly let his instincts take over, and his hips crashed into you even faster now, letting the sound of his balls against your ass echo in the bedroom. He couldn't control himself now, and you moaned when he bit down harder, his teeth just barely passing the point of breaking your skin entirely. The hybrid couldn't help it. You were smaller than him, and you couldn't even take all of him, but he would make you.

A final thrust and a low growl from him as he buried himself in your pussy sent you reeling. A mix between a gasp and a moan fell from your lips, only furthering when you felt an immense pressure as his knot swelled up inside of you. Your stomach bulged a little, and you whined softly when Blade pressed down on it with his hand. He loved the way he felt himself in you like that. The way his knot kept any cum from seeping out. He wouldn't let any of it go to waste. He's never been one for kittens, but the mere thought has him wanting another round. Perhaps one day.

[kiwicopia]

what about a request with pregnant reader,so female reader, they're in a poly relationship with Geto and Gojo,she's out for groceries when suddenly her water breaks and she immediatly calls the two?( they have made a group chat)

Meanwhile the two dads are on a mission to find the curse and exterminated when suddenly the curse locate the reader as they huff and phants on the street as Gojo and Geto are on the phone.

thank you in advance

🔞 MDNI | Husband!Gojo x Fem!Reader x Husband!Geto 🔞

TW: poly relationship, pregnancy, birth, twin children, fluffy ending.

Things were not supposed to turn out this way. You were supposed to stay home, not to go out and get groceries while your husband's were away for work. You were too heavily pregnant and just waiting to pop, which was the reason as to why they were so worried when receiving a sudden text about your water breaking in the store. They were foolish to think that someone as stubborn as you would listen to them, but that's what they loved about you.

Suguru tried to keep Satoru calm during it all, but to no avail. "Why did we leave her? Why couldn't she just stay home? What if we miss the birth?" The white-haired man was oozing with worry, his nerves practically shot at the thought of missing the entire thing. The dark-haired man beside him only sighed and shook his head.

"You worry too much, Satoru," he said.

"You don't worry enough," the man snapped.

Suguru only sighed in response. Truth be told, his own nerves ate at him, gnawing on his bones like a rabid dog. However, he had to be the calm one, or at least try to be. With Gojo freaking out as he was, it was up to Geto to be the level-headed one right now. "Worrying won't do either of us any good, you know. Stay calm, Satoru. Deep breaths if you have to."

His words were enough to keep the man from freaking out even more over the situation. Luckily for them, a good samaritan had taken you to the hospital and, to make matters better, the pair arrived in time to be present with you during the birth. Satoru let you hold his hand. A mistake on his part, as every contraction beforehand up until the final push had him believing his hand was torn off from how hard you gripped it. Suguru stood on the other side of the bed, his hand brushing back strands of hair that got in your face, and he cooed and whispered sweet praises as you pushed one last time.

"It's a girl," Geto whispered. Only after the infant was taken care of and swaddled in a soft, pink blanket was he finally able to hold her in his arms.

Satoru smiled brightly at the child. "She's beautiful," he said.

You hummed softly in response, your attention flicking from your baby girl and to your husbands. "You should see her brother." Your words caught them both by surprise, but before either of them could get a word out, in came a nurse with a blue bundle in her arms. Swaddled inside the blanket was a baby boy. Satoru took him from the nurse and carefully held him in his arms. The infant was quiet as he stared up at his father.

"He has my eyes," Gojo smiled.

"And my hair," Geto noted. While your son had Satoru's eyes and Suguru's hair, your daughter sported Suguru's eyes and Satoru's hair. The one thing they shared from you was their sweet smiles, even though it was all gummy.

Your husbands beamed with joy at the twins. You gave them beautiful children, and they love you even more for it. Despite missing the first birth of their son, they were at least happy to be able to witness the birth of their daughter. Gojo pressed a gentle kiss to your temple as he cradled your son in his arms, and Geto thanked you for giving them such wonderful blessings.

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🔞MDNI | Grimmjow x Fem!Reader (blurb)🔞

TW: thigh riding, dirty talk, slight dacryphilia, some degradation, overstimulation, Grimmy being a hot tease, soft Grimmy at the end

I need him. (this is probably trash because I'm rusty)

If there was one thing Grimmjow absolutely loved, it was watching you fuck yourself on his thigh. Granted he loved a lot of things, but this had to be in his top five. The way your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, the way your eyes were red and puffy from crying as you dragged your swollen clit across his thigh, and the wet spot that dampened his pants was enough to make him want to bend you over and take you right there on the couch, but he wouldn't.

The former Espada held a surprising amount of patience in that moment. His eyes stayed on you, watching as your hips snapped forward at a faster pace. You were desperate in your attempt to reach that fifth orgasm. Every fiber in your body burned as your soaking cunt rode back and forth on his thigh. It was absolute torture, and yet you couldn't stop yourself. Not that you could, anyway. He wouldn't let you.

"Grimmjow," you whined. He only gave you that sly smirk of his as he continued watching you. His arms remained draped across the back of the couch, making his intention of not assisting you very clear. Or so you thought. He gave his leg a slight bounce, watching as you whined again and dug your nails deeper into his shoulder.

"Desperate?" He asked, eyes narrowing once you looked back up at him. Your lips parted to answer, only to yelp when he bounced his leg again. The sensation pleased your little pussy, and he knew it. He was a goddamn tease and he enjoyed every bit of it.

You, on the other hand, couldn't take it anymore. Your body ached and you were nothing but a crying mess now. "Wanna cum," you sniffled. God, it was music to his ears.

"Look at you," he mused, his smirk broadening at your pathetic self, "cryin' like a little bitch." This only made you cry even more. "You wanna cum? Then cum, slut."

It was a demand you knew to obey. He wasn't going to help you, yet you couldn't go on any longer. Your body was already at its limit with pleasure. "Please," you begged.

"Eh?" Grimmjow cocked a brow, still smirking. "What was that?"

"Please," you begged once more, your voice a little louder this time.

All he did was stare at you as if he didn't hear you. Or maybe he ignored your begging. Either way, you couldn't do it anymore. Your hips slowed until fully stopping, and this caused him to click his tongue. "I didn't tell you to stop."

"I can't," you sniffled. Your body was just too tired to keep fucking his thigh like this. "I'm tired."

His brows furrowed and he shifted his body before placing his hands on your hips. His fingers gently squeezed your exposed flesh, causing you to gasp at his sudden touch. "Gotta do everything myself, huh? Can't do anything without me." He didn't seem irritated, despite how he sounded, but you never could tell with him sometimes.

Your lips parted to speak up, but all that came out was a strangled moan as he yanked your hips forward. Your swollen clit rubbed against his leg at a pace much faster than the one you were doing earlier, and the friction was starting to build the pleasure back up inside of you. It was enough to get you crying again. Whining out to him that it was too much, only to be ignored as he kept moving you against his thigh.

Grimmjow bounced his leg every now and then to add more friction. It seemed to work well as he felt your arousal soaking his pants once again. You started panting harder and harder, gasping and clutching at his shoulders. He knew you were close and he was determined to send his pretty, little slut straight over the edge. All it took was one more bounce of his leg, one more harsh pull of your hips, and you finally came undone.

A sharp cry ripped from your throat as a sudden and long awaited wave of pleasure crashed over you. The former Espada smirked at the way you lost control. His eyes glanced down and watched as the wet spot on his pants grew larger shortly after. He was about to comment on it when he suddenly felt your body lean into him as exhaustion took over.

His hands gripped your hips one last time as he pulled you closer to him, his arms keeping you pressed against his chest. "Good girl," he whispered, gently stroking your hair with one hand. He wasn't normally soft after such moments, but he would make an exception since you were worn out now. Grimmjow leaned back against the couch as he held your tired, achy body. "Get some rest."

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❤️ Crosshair x Fem!Reader | Blurb ❤️

TW: slight spoilers from the new season, fluff with Crosshair, soft touches, written with a female reader in mind.

(🫠 I die inside every time his hand shakes)

Neither of you said a thing when finally left alone together. After all this time, after everything that happened, neither of you uttered a single word. You wanted to ask him so many things, yet bombarding him with questions wasn't the wisest decision right now. He looked lost in his thoughts, which you knew were no doubt muddled with questions of his own that he refused to ask.

His right hand trembled, and he was quick to conceal it with his left. Whatever happened to him had been horrific, though you wouldn't press him on the matter. The silence hung heavy between the two of you, until you broke it.

"Cross?"

Oh, how he missed your voice. He could never forget how sweet it sounded, but he also felt a twinge of guilt in his gut at how worried you were. It was like a vibroblade twisting his insides around, and he hated it. With reluctance, he finally lifted his head and met your gaze. He hated the way your brows furrowed with concern, and the small frown on your lips stirred up feelings he thought died long ago.

"Sorry," he muttered.

It was a soft apology. Perhaps for the way he betrayed his brothers, betrayed you, or for the horrid threats that spilled from his lips when he let you go the last time. Either way, you didn't care. You didn't care for his apologies, having decided to keep everything in the past. Who he was then would be buried, because all you cared about was him right now, in the present.

You scooted closer to him, slowly, yet he made no effort to move away or show discomfort towards your action. "Don't be," you told him. Crosshair looked down, avoiding your gaze once again, and you watched as he rubbed the back of his right hand with his left thumb. "I'm glad that you're back."

"You should be angry." You frowned at his words. "After everything I've done."

His body tensed when he felt your hand on his shoulder, but it quickly relaxed under the gentle touch. "Let's leave all of that in the past," you said. When the man glanced at you, his chest tightened at how softly you stared at him. It was as if you meant your words, but he knew better than to believe they were a lie.

Crosshair gave a slow nod before reaching for your other hand with his right, only to stop short when it trembled again. He grumbled under his breath before he began pulling it away, but you didn't let him. The light shakes that coursed through his hand ceased when yours wrapped around it, encasing it in a soothing warmth that he didn't want to admit that he missed.

The silence that came was no longer awkward, and he let out a small, content sigh when your body finally scooted close enough to press against him. His eyes closed as he finally let himself relax against you, and you smiled in response. "I've missed you," he finally admitted.

You already knew that. You also knew that he missed you as much as you missed him. Even if he wasn't vocal about it, you could always tell with his little actions. The way he leaned into you, how his thumb gently rubbed your hand as it held his, you knew all too well.

He was here to stay. Crosshair would never leave now. He was finally home.

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🔞 MDNI | Scary Cat Privileges w/Grimmjow (GN!reader) 🔞

Random HCs on this because it won't leave my head. Grimmy has a gigai in this. Pre-established relationship.

TW: mentions of rough sex, obsession possessiveness, mentions of violence, feline marking

You've heard of scary dog privileges, but imagine having a boyfriend that exudes scary cat privileges. Canines can look frightening, yes, but have you seen cats? They stare down at anyone and anything with murderous intent on their minds. Grimmjow does the exact same thing when he sees or even hears someone or something he doesn't like, or downright hates. This happens often when the two of you are out and about on the streets.

You'd be minding your own business until you hear a slight hiss that's almost confused with a growl, and then you'd notice the way people just steer clear of the two of you as you walk down the street. Grimmjow plays it off as everyone was walking too close to him, but really, they were walking too close to you. Not that he'd ever say that.~

The next time something happens is when he's left you in a store to peruse something that caught his eye, only to return and see some stranger up close and flirting with you. If not for the laws of this land, he'd have slaughtered them where they stood. Instead, he opts to simply butt into the conversation, slinging an arm over your shoulder while his free hand roughly shoves the stranger back. His death-like glare is enough to send them scurrying off.

Speaking of his glare, it's intense, but all you really see when you look at him is an angry cat. You're not sure what he's thinking when he's glaring at someone, but you know it isn't good. You also know he's got a temper, and you don't really question the drops of blood on the ends of his shirt when he comes back to your apartment after being gone for three hours.

You don't even question the way he switches moods when seeing you, growing what you assume to be affectionate when he holds you close and starts rubbing his face into your neck. It's cat-like behavior, you know that, but it surprises you when he takes it further. He marks you. Both with a physical mark for everyone to see, and in an intimate way that makes you know you belong to him. And he's not at all gentle with it, but you can take it. You always do.~

Grimmjow's scary cat tendencies don't stop. He frightens your friends to the point where you have to remind them that he's gentle and doesn't bite, but also get onto him for making your friends feel that way. The man can't help that he's a little jealous, and he damn sure won't admit it if you ever tease him about it.

In conclusion: Grimm is and always will be your scary cat. Your hot, possessive, scary cat.

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🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Face Sitting 🔞

🎃 Mayuri x Wife!Reader 🎃

TW: cunnilingus, thigh holding, slight riding, squirting, eager Mayuri, overstimulation.

tags: @stygianoir @shes-so-insane @uzxotic

Your husband was always hardworking, and incredibly dedicated to the experiments he worked tirelessly on. It often led him to be worn out by the time he slipped into bed with you, falling asleep before you could ever ask how his day was. As his loving and caring wife, you couldn’t stand to see him like that. So, you took matters into your own hands. Talking him into missing one day of work was the difficult part, but Mayuri could never say no to you. Not when you would bat your eyes and give him that sort of look.

While sitting on his face, his tongue licked quick stripes up your cunt, causing your lower half to squirm. “S-Slow down,” you cried out. He was working you way too fast, not that he could tell. Each lick his tongue made had your hands gripping the headboard, and your nails dug into the wood when the tip of it teased your clit. Though your sudden outburst caused him to slow his movements down just a little. As much as he wanted to devour you, he knew he had to take his time with you. 

“Missed your taste,” he mumbled. Though it was muffled by him pulling you down on his face even more as he buried himself further into your pretty pussy. His togue delved between your folds, causing you to shudder as he slowly enjoyed his meal. The sounds of slurping only made you want to ride against him, and that’s exactly what you did. Your hips eased forward, and your clit brushed against the tip of his nose. The sensation sent pleasurable sparks up your body, and it did well to encourage you further. 

Your husband didn’t mind the motion and focused more on eating you out than the way you tried to sneak a bit of riding in. The steady pace of his tongue brought a constant wave of pleasure that flooded your body, causing your stomach to slowly knot itself as you moaned. The constant slurping noises caused by Mayuri only made you drag your cunt against his face a little more, disregarding any sense of gentleness as your brain focused on the pleasure. 

With his skilled tongue, it didn’t take long for you to reach your orgasm. His name fell from your lips as you cried out, and you would have thought that your husband would cease his licking, but he didn’t. “Honey?” Your body still trembled from release as you called out to him, yet he didn’t respond. Instead, your husband only continued lapping at your cunt, and it caused you to lift your hips up a little. “Wait—” 

A sharp gasp swallowed the rest of your sentence as Mayuri snaked his arms up and over your thighs, pulling you back down onto his face. His tongue began to work faster and faster inside of you with no signs of stopping. Your nails scratched against the headboard again as you tried to tear yourself away from his mouth, but his hold on you was too strong. Your swollen bud felt abused as he slid a thick stripe against it before his lips latched on, sucking it with fervor. 

You wanted him to stop, but it felt too good, and your hips slowly rocked against his face the more he sucked on your clit. The oversensitive bundle of nerves was receiving constant attention, and your thighs repeatedly clenched and unclenched as the familiar knot inside you tightened more and more. 

He was pushing you to the edge of another release, and he soon got what he wanted. Mayuri hummed as your body shook yet again, your cries of pleasure filling his ears as if they were music to his ears. Though he didn’t stop. Not even after you came all over his face. He lapped all over, slurping your juices right up before continuing to bully your pussy with his tongue. His eagerness was the cause of you being a good, little wife to him. Of just wanting him to relax after working so tirelessly and hard. 

You head hung back and you let out another breathy moan when his teeth gently trapped your clit in between them, slowly rolling it around before sucking on it yet again. His arms kept you trapped, and all you did now was sit there while he continued to devour you. Your eyes drooped as you panted, letting out wanton moans every single time a jolt of pleasure shot up your body. Your nerves were on fire at this point from being overstimulated, and you loved it. 

Moan after moan, orgasm after orgasm, Mayuri was making you an absolute mess just from his mouth alone. Your thighs twitched as your slick slid down them, coating his face and wetting it more and more, but he didn’t care. Your body soon hit its limit and you leaned forward, resting your forehead against the headboard while your husband abused your cunt some more. 

Your vision was spotted after the fifth release, and your pleading whines for him to cease turned into desperate ones for him to continue. “Yuri,” you called out to him in such a weak, tired voice. It was ignored as he brought you to your sixth—and final—orgasm of the night. Your body finally slumped forward after gushing all over his face again, and you clung to the headboard as if your life depended on it. Small breaths left your lips as you tried to think, but your mind was too muddled to do so. Too full of thoughts of him having ate you out like a man being served his final meal in life. 

Mayuri shifted beneath you, gently moving in a way that wouldn’t cause you to fall over or off the bed as he sat up. The lower half of his face still had remnants of your juices, to which his tongue worked at licking away, and he watched your exhausted form cling to the headboard. “Sorry,” he apologized. It wasn’t like him to do such a thing, but even he knew that he did too much to you. His arms snaked around your waist, and he pulled you close as he leaned against the headboard. 

“Too much,” you mumbled. 

He hummed in thought. “Couldn’t control myself,” he said. He held you tighter and sighed. “I needed it, though.” When your face buried itself into the crook of his neck, he grinned. “I could use a few more days of this.” 

“Okay,” you replied. You didn’t know what you did by agreeing with him, but you didn’t care. If it meant easing the stress and his tiredness from work, you’d let him eat you out and fuck you all he wanted to. Oh, what a good, little wife you were. 

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🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Brat Taming 🔞

🎃 Aizen x Fem!Reader 🎃

TW: Slight choking, bit of dacryphilia, punishment, rough blowjob, throat fucking, throat bulge, cum swallowing, rough sex, table sex, reader held down, creampie, some praise & degradation, squirting.

tags: @shes-so-insane @stygianoir @uzxotic @aizenwifey

Aizen was a man of many things, and that heavily included patience when it came to your bratty behavior. There were many things he could let slide, so long as you abided by his rules, however, you overstepped and broke the one rule he held of the utmost importance: do not interrupt his meetings with his espada. You were supposed to sit there and remain quiet as he discussed business with his arrancar, yet you did the exact opposite. From having constantly pulled at his sleeves for attention, to letting out small huffs in-between everyone speaking, and it wore his patience thin to the point where he felt the need to remind you of your place.

Only when his subordinates left did he get you on your knees, his hand on your throat to keep you steady as he stuffed your mouth with his cock. He hummed in delight at the way your throat expanded a little to accommodate him, and you stared up at him through your lashes. Your eyes pricked with tears at the sheer size of him, and your nostrils flared when you saw the way his lips curled into a smirk. “You’re so quiet,” he said. His eyes narrowed slightly before he moved his other hand to the back of your head and pushed it down onto him. Your eyes widened as he fucked into your face without warning, setting the pace quickly, and you couldn’t help it when the tears flowed. “I suppose it is difficult to make noise when you’re choking on my cock.” 

Your moan was muffled, though the vibration against his dick caused him to fist your hair as he shoved your down again. It was difficult to breathe with how fast he kept bringing your face down on his length, and that only increased the tears that slipped out because of it. Your hands clawed at his thighs the further his dick bullied your mouth, and he groaned in response. “You never listen,” he growled. The hand that held your throat moved to the other side of your head, keeping it in placed as he now fucked into your face. “I need to make you listen.” 

It wasn’t but a few more thrusts before he spilled into your mouth, groaning in the process as he held your head still. The brunet was quick to slip his cock out and, before you could try and spit his seed out, his hand quickly closed your mouth shut. “Swallow,” he ordered. You did it without hesitation, letting his cum slide down your throat. “Good girl,” he smirked. Your little brain didn’t have time to think of anything before he yanked you to your feet and turned you around. 

His front pressed against your back as he bent you over the table before shoving your bottoms down. You were already wet from him abusing your mouth, and he hummed in satisfaction as his finger slid up and down your dampened panties. His fingers then hooked around the fabric before pulling them down, and a sharp gasp left your lips when his cockhead pushed past your folds as he entered you. Your body shifted, yet his own quickly pushed you back down against the table before his hand gripped your wrists and pinned them to the table in front of you. His other hand squeezed your hip as he moved forward, going deeper inside of you. “Don’t you dare move,” he hissed. 

“But—.” 

Your sentence was cut short when his hips drew back before slamming into you, drawing out another sharp gasp. Your back tried to arch in response to the pleasure that shot up your body, however, Aizen kept you pinned against the table with his own body as he fucked you. Your legs clenched every single time his hips rammed into your ass, and you moaned before biting your bottom lip. “I’m going to make you listen,” he said, his breathing turning ragged the more he bullied your hole with his dick. “Even if I have to fuck the brat out of you.” 

Gods, he felt so good inside of you, and with the way your sloppy cunt kept pulling him back in, he couldn’t get enough. His fingers pressed into your hips, not caring if he left bruises on you or not as his merciless thrusting continued. “Such a brat,” he growled, his hot breath tickling your ear. You moaned in response, and he chuckled. “Now you sound like a whore. Just the way I like you.” His name left your lips in a string of wanton moans as the pleasure inside you kept building. 

“Aizen,” you whined his name as his cock shoved itself further inside you, and you couldn’t take it anymore. It was absolute bliss when you came, gushing on his dick with a small whine. Even though you hit your release, he kept going, riding out your orgasm and wetting his cock even further with your juices before he finally came inside you. Your wrists hurt as his hand squeezed them while the other gripped your hip like his life depended on it, and his chest pressed down into you as he let your pussy constrict his length, milking him greedily. 

Your legs shook from your orgasm as your body relaxed against the table, and you panted to calm your racing heart. “Are you going to be a good girl from now on?” He asked, his breathing heavy while keeping you pinned against the table. 

“Nope,” you answered, popping the P in a way that caused him to growl. 

His hand tightened around your wrists, and he slid himself out of you before turning you around to face him. “Then I suppose I’ll have to keep making you learn, brat.” 

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🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Handjob 🔞

🎃 Gojo x Fem!Reader 🎃

TW: Use of spit, cum tasting, reader being a tease, sneaky exhibitionism, pent up Gojo, risqué scene in a restaurant, use of a pet name (baby).

tags: @sweetchildcloud @stygianoir @shes-so-insane @uzxotic

Azure eyes glared at you from across the table, but all you did was smile oh so sweetly in response. Your boyfriend was displeased, to say the least, at your behavior tonight. He was usually the one doing the teasing, the one flirting so shamelessly with you in front of other people and making you aroused, but it seemed as though the roles were reversed tonight. He didn’t like it at all, especially since it left him with an annoying tent in his pants.

“It’s not so fun when you’re on the receiving end, is it Satoru?” Your lips curled into a teasing smirk as you stared at the pout on his face. Your leg purposely moved against him underneath the table, your ankle brushing against his, and it only added more fuel to the fire that grew within him. 

Satoru felt the way his cock twitched in his pants, his arousal having increased further from your little teasing action. He shifted in his seat and crossed his left leg over his right to stave off the feeling of how uncomfortable his erection was. “Shut up,” he grumbled. You chuckled at him, which only made him pout even more. “At least when I do it, I still help you out.” 

“Oh? You want me to help you?” You asked. The man angled his head down slightly, allowing his sunglasses to slide down just enough to give you a knowing stare. “If you want me to help you, then beg for it. You have me beg all the time, so now it’s your turn.” 

The man’s face scrunched up at your words. He was almost appalled that you would turn it around on him like this, but he couldn’t deny that it was hot. “Fine. Can I please have some help?” 

“I don’t know,” you snickered, “can you?” 

Satoru muttered under his breath before glancing around. The other patrons were far too engrossed at their own tables with their own conversations to spare the two of you a look. He then looked back at you before asking in a whisper, “May I please have some help?” 

The sorcerer watched as you got out of your seat and slid in the one beside him. He was grateful for the hostess seating you both at a booth in the dimly lit part of the little restaurant, because he didn’t want anyone to witness what you were about to do. Normally he wouldn’t care if it was him doing the teasing, but he wasn’t and therefore didn’t want an audience. Satoru let out a soft and quiet groan when your hand brushed against his bulge as you palmed him. It wasn’t enough, though. 

“I need you to touch me,” he said, “please.” His hands fumbled to unfasten his belt before he unzipped his pants, and you watched as his cock sprang up. The tip was an angry red with his precum leaking out in anticipation. You glanced around the restaurant before hearing your boyfriend speak. “No one’s watching.” 

Your eyes met his as your hand stroked up his length, causing him to let out a quiet moan before leaning his head back. Your thumb moved over his cockhead, smearing his precum as you continued to slowly pump him. His hips shifted, lifting slightly to try and buck himself into your hand. You moved too slowly for his tastes, and he wanted sweet relief now. 

“Faster,” he mumbled, keeping his voice low enough to not be heard by other patrons and employees that walked by. You complied, your hand moving at a faster pace for a moment before you suddenly stopped. Satoru was ready to whine at the sudden disappearance of pleasure when he saw you spit in your hand before you went back to stroking his dick again. Your spit was the perfect lubricant, allowing your hand to pump him faster and faster, causing him to let out a few shaky breaths. If it weren’t for you both being here at a restaurant, he would have already made noise. A lot of noise. 

Satoru struggled to stay quiet, and you knew that with the way he bit his bottom lip and how his body clenched every time your hand slid itself down his length. Being a little brat, you decided to give him a soft squeeze as you stroked him. His hips sputtered slightly, ceasing their gentle bucking motion as pleasure shot up his body. He gripped the edge of the table, lips parted as he breathed out in soft huffs. 

It wasn’t often that Satoru would unravel in such submission, least of all in a public space, but you had to admit that it felt nice to have just a little bit of power over him in such a way. Even if it was just for this moment. Your hand squeezed him yet again, earning a muffled groan from the man. “Fuck,” he breathed out, “keep squeezin’ me like that, baby.” 

Your hand tightened around his cock the more you pumped, and you could already feel the way he started twitching in your grasp. “Already?” You teased, earning a small huff from your boyfriend. That little smile of yours—ever so teasing—remained on your lips as you leaned close and whispered, “Cum already, Satoru.” Your hot breath hit his ear, sending a shiver down his spine as his jaw clenched. He would get you back for this. 

“Shit,” he growled, keeping his voice low so as not to attract anyone’s attention. His thighs clenched as he finally came undone, his hot seed quickly spilling out onto your hand and his pants. Your boyfriend’s body remained clenched, and you could tell he was trying to hold back on how much he released. Satoru’s cheeks were flushed, and his shades hung low on his nose as his chest rose and fell with quiet breaths. 

His pretty blues glanced at you from the side, widening slightly as he watched the way you brought your hand to your mouth and licked up his cum. You kept your eyes on him the entire time, and it was unfair with how quickly the blood rushed back to his cock. Oh yeah, he was going to get you back. Once finished, you grabbed a napkin from the table and did your best to clean up the rest of the evidence on his pants while he zipped himself back up. 

“Feel better?” You asked. He only hummed a small reply. “Why did you hold back, Toru?” 

A small grin spread across his face at your question. “Public place, too many people,” he answered, soon leaning closer to whisper, “and I’m saving some for later.” Your eyes lit up as a chuckle fell from your lips. “Don’t think for a second that you’re safe when we get home, because I’m going to tear you apart.” 

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Yello it's me again and this time I want to request a Gojo x reader but they're at a party but like Geto does an handjob at the reader as the reader tries not to moan to hard and then Gojo enters and saw the two so ...um so they end up...fucking? The reader is sandwich between the two 🫣

🔞 MDNI | Gojo x Male!Reader x Geto 🔞

TW: Handjob, sub!reader, neck kisses, double penetration, full nelson position, threesome, slight pain, praise, orgasm denial.

Satoru normally wasn't the type of man to share anything with anyone, and that included you. However, that all seemed to change when he caught sight of you and his best friend. The man hadn't been gone for long, having left to use the bathroom and grab a drink, but also having been stopped to mingle with other partygoers. Still, he never expected to see you sitting there on the sectional, hand on your mouth while Suguru's hand stroked your dick.

Now, usually he would beat the ass of anyone that did such a thing, but this was Suguru. His best friend. And, honestly, he had to admit that the sight turned him on. "I see you've been enjoying yourself while I was gone."

Your boyfriend's words caused your cock to suddenly twitch in Geto's hand, to which the raven-haired man chuckled at. "I'd apologize, but he looked so lonely without you. You don't mind, do you, Toru?"

Gojo shook his head before seating himself on your right, his hand joining his best friend's as they took turns pumping your length. The pleasure was doubled now that your boyfriend joined in, and you found it incredibly hard to keep yourself from moaning too loudly, if at all.

"C'mon," Suguru whispered. A coy smile played his lips as he pressed teasing kisses along your neck. "Don't be so shy."

"Let us hear you," Satoru chimed in. His lips mimicked the other man's, pressing against the other side of your neck as his thumb slid over your tip, smearing it with your precum. "Everyone else is enjoying the party, so no one will hear us."

Your body shivered with pleasure; your eyes having rolled back slightly as you moaned softly. "Good boy," Suguru cooed. Your hips bucked slightly at the praise, earning chuckles from both men. "Look at him, so eager."

Gojo hummed in agreement, and his hand gripped your length a little harder as his strokes increased their pace. Their lips against the skin of your neck coupled with the pumping of your cock brought forth even more pleasure, and you let out a slightly strangled moan as your abdomen tightened.

However, as quickly as the feeling came, it left, because your boyfriend and his best friend removed their hands. They had denied you to cum. Before you could say anything, your clothes had been removed and your back was pressed firmly against Satoru's chest. His strong arms slid beneath your knees, pulling your legs back to be between your head in a position that left you wide open for Suguru.

Preparation was made, with Geto, after having dropped his pants, smeared his own precum over the tight hole of your ass. The feeling of it caused your dick to twitch again, and he smirked. "You like that?" He asked. You nodded; your face flushed from the heat of the moment. "Toru never shared you with anyone, so this might be a tight fit."

Another moan fell from your lips as your boyfriend, with the help of his best friend, sank his cock into you. The tightness wasn't unfamiliar, and the slight stretch was more so pressure than pain with him. Until Suguru pushed himself inside shortly after. The stretch for that was a bit painful, causing you to whine in response, and it made Satoru whisper sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down.

Only when the feeling faded did they move. One at a time, with Gojo starting first, slowly bucking his hips up into you. It pulled a small hiss from the other man. "Fuck," he breathed out, his own hips moving at a languid pace, "I can feel you, Toru."

Satoru hummed softly in response before peppering your neck with soft kisses, which only grew sloppier as both of their paces increased. Geto's hands gripped your thighs, pushing your legs back further the harder he pounded into you. The friction from the way his dick rubbed against Gojo's was pleasurable, and the both of them inside of you had you nothing more than a moaning mess.

"You feel so good," Satoru breathed out. His pace never slowed, but his movements became sporadic as his length twitched every now and then. You could feel it, and so could the other man. "Not inside, Sugu." Only he was allowed to cum inside your ass.

His best friend huffed in irritation, but he nodded nonetheless as his thrusts continued. Satoru was the first to cum, filling your tight, little hole with his seed while Suguru kept going, fucking you through his best friend's orgasm. Until he reached his peak, causing him to swiftly pull out and shoot his load out on you, covering your chest with his essence. It was warm and sticky, enough to make you cum, too.

You were quite the little mess, with your boyfriend's cum leaking from your ass while yours and his best friend's load painted your chest and abdomen. You were like a work of art, being admired by the both of them before they cleaned you up.

Geto soon broke the silence, prompting an offer to your boyfriend to do this again. You didn't think Gojo would agree to it, but seeing as how good you all felt, and how turned on he was watching you and his best friend, he quickly agreed.

"Pick a time and place."

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🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Size 🔞

🎃 Uryu x Fem!Reader 🎃

TW: size difference, small/short reader, usage of a dildo, cowgirl to lotus position, slightly impatient reader, slight teasing, reader being called princess, slightly rough Uryu, creampie, slight cumflation.

tags: @shes-so-insane @uzxotic

There was nothing that pissed you off more than the sheer size of your boyfriend. You didn’t hate how big he was, no, but it was more so the fact that preparation was always required just for you to even take him. Despite not saying anything outright, you could tell he got off knowing he couldn’t fit entirely every single time. That little smirk of his was a dead giveaway, and it always pissed you off. So much so that you decided that tonight was the night you’d take all of him.

“You don’t have to do this,” he told you. Uryu sat against the headboard of the bed, his pretty blues watching as you fucked yourself with your dildo. It wasn’t as thick as his cock, but you only needed to be stretched out just enough for him to at least settle in without too much of a hassle. Your brows furrowed at his words as you continued bullying your pussy with the toy, trying desperately to not lose focus on the task at hand. The man chuckled at your lack of a response. “It’s okay if you can’t—.” 

“I will,” you huffed. He only hummed in response as he continued watching you. Your dedication was something Uryu always adored, but this time, however, it worried him. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you, yet he also knew this was something you wouldn’t back down from that easily. Swaying you was a difficult task, and besides, he quite enjoyed the little show in front of him. So, he remained quiet and continued to watch as your slick cunt swallowed more of the dildo, almost reaching the base of the handle. 

He groaned softly at the sight and wrapped a hand around his cock, slowly pumping it. His ears picked up the soft squelching from your hole, which only made him yearn for you more than he already did. Uryu then leaned his head back as he continued stroking himself, letting his thumb rub gentle circles over the slit of his tip. Your eyes flicked towards him, watching as he used his precum as lube, allowing his movements to increase just a little. 

Uryu withheld from releasing, jaw clenching as he reluctantly removed his hand. You knew it was torture for him to not finish all the way, which was why you were thankful that the time spent prepping yourself came to an end shortly after. Your poor boyfriend didn’t have time to react when you suddenly straddled him, hands pressed firmly against his chest as your slick cunt slid along his thick length, grinding in a way that pulled a soft groan from his lips. 

“Ready?” He asked, earning a quick nod from you that caused him to chuckle. His large hands gripped your hips, helping to keep you steady as you lifted yourself to line him up with your entrance. His bulbous head prodded your cunt before slowly pushing past your wet folds as you eased yourself down with his assistance. The stretch burned, but it wasn’t enough to make you quit. You were too dead set on taking all of him, and you would make sure it happened. 

The ache in your core as his dick inched deeper into your pussy was slowly becoming unbearable. Still, you were always glad to prepare yourself beforehand, otherwise things would have felt much worse. “Fuck,” you hissed. Your walls hugged him so tightly that it almost hurt to keep going. 

“Having trouble, princess?” Uryu asked, his tone holding a bit of tease within it. His thumbs pressed into the soft squish of your hips, earning a small whine from you. “It’s okay if you can’t take it all.” 

“I want to,” you told him. He was barely halfway inside of you before his hips suddenly bucked, causing a shrill moan to rip from your throat as he finally bottomed out. Your walls clenched immediately, dragging a guttural groan straight out of his chest. 

Uryu didn’t give you too much time to adjust before he began slamming up into you, his fingers digging into your hips a little more while your nails scraped against his chest, marking his skin a vibrant red. “So tight,” he rasped, panting softly as his cock drilled into you repeatedly. The squelching only added to the feeling, and he let out a low hum while leaning his head against the headboard. It wasn’t long after that he suddenly sat up, hands leaving your hips to wrap around your waist as he sat up, keeping you pressed against his chest as he fucked you. “You feel so good, princess.” 

All you could do was moan against his shoulder, mixing in a few whines as his thick length continued to bully your tight hole with his brutal pace. The feeling was immaculate—heavenly to the point that you could no longer utter complete sentences. Incoherent babbles spilled from your lips when you tried, muffled by his breathy chuckles as his hips smacked against yours. The pleasure was too much now, having built itself into a tightly wound ball that threatened to unravel at any moment—and it was soon. 

You came first. Fast, hard, and without any warning whatsoever, other than a sudden cry that was muffled by his soft grunting. Your warm, gummy walls tightened around his dick, squeezing him so tightly that he had no choice but to cum that very second. You couldn’t help but clench again when his seed spilled into you, painting your walls with thick, white ropes. It made you feel stuffed with the way his cum leaked from your cunt, but you didn’t mind. 

After all, you got what you wanted in the end, and so did he. 

[kiwicopia]

🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Monster 🔞

🎃 Vampire!Aizen x Noble!Fem!Reader 🎃

TW: Monster fucking, some blood, reader gets fed on a little, use of vampiric powers, reader gets gagged, wall fucking, some praise, reader tasting her own blood, slight non-con, use of a pet name, creampie.

tags: @stygianoir @shes-so-insane @byakuyawifey @uzxotic

Sosuke Aizen was a man completely shrouded in mystery. No one knew who he was or where he had come from. Or rather, no one knew where his wealth came from. He wasn’t tied to any of the noble houses within the city, nor was it known whether he could have been a distant relative of someone living here. All anyone knew was that he was rich enough to host such grand and extravagant masquerade balls almost every week. It wouldn’t have struck you as peculiar if the host attended his parties most of the time, yet each time he was nowhere to be seen. Not that it bothered any of his guests. After all, almost all of them were far too drunk and engrossed with the party to even care. Except you.

You noticed how he would disappear right before things would start—typically before the first dance—and he wouldn’t return until most of his guests had left. What was even stranger was the fact that he would be accompanied by a young woman each time, only that it would be a different one every week. No one thought anything of it, and neither did you, until those women were noted as missing in the papers. Still, no one thought about who it could have been or how it could have happened—except for you. You knew. Which was why you decided to investigate the matter. 

His routine was the same every time. Host the party, mingle for a few moments, whisk a young woman away, and then return by himself to dismiss the guests. You had his routine down like clockwork, yet you never expected him to suddenly change things up this time. The party started off the same as any other. Aizen thanked all his guests for attending before setting out to mingle amongst a few of them. His lips curled into a smile that would give the devil a run for his money, and you watched as he chuckled softly at something a man said. However, the mood quickly shifted when something else was said, and you noticed the way the brunet’s brows furrowed in response. His lips were a taut line, and you could visibly see that he was now angered at what was said. 

You weren’t able to hear what, exactly, they spoke of next, but you watched as the host whispered to the man before leading him elsewhere and away from the party. It was strange. Usually he took a woman, yet this time it was a man. With narrowed eyes, you followed them, making sure to keep your distance so neither would notice your presence. You weaved through the crowds of noblemen and women and eventually followed the pair into a dimly lit hallway. 

The chattering of the guests was but faint sounds at this distance, and you quickly pressed yourself back against the wall as the pair stopped. They talked a bit too low for you to hear and, shortly after Aizen stepped closer to him, the man let out a deafening scream. Sadly, no one heard it—only you—and you watched as blood trickled down and stained the noble’s shirt. 

You weren’t sure what was happening and, before you turned to leave, you saw them. The brunet turned slightly and gave you full view of his new appearance. Those warm eyes of his were now crimson, and a pair of fangs glinted faintly in the dim lighting as Aizen ran his tongue along them, lapping up any remaining blood. He feasted on that man. Drank his blood. Just what in the world was he? 

“Are you going to stand there, my dear, or are you going to show yourself?” His voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you stared at him as he turned to face you. The man’s body crumpled to the floor, but Aizen paid no attention to it as his sole focus was now on you. You stepped out from your spot against the wall and watched as his lips curled into a slight smile. “That’s better,” he said, crimson eyes slowly looking you up and down. It made you feel uncomfortable, especially after witnessing what he had done to that man. “I didn’t expect to be found out so soon, and by a little lamb no less.” 

He took a step forward and you took one backwards. “What are you?” Your question elicited a small chuckle from him as he stopped and gestured to his face, at which his mouth opened to reveal his fangs once more. 

“Is it not obvious?” He asked. When you didn’t reply, he sighed. “I am called many things, my dear.” Aizen took another step forward, yet you remained in place. “A demon, a leech, a beast,” he paused momentarily as he took another step closer to you, “a vampire.” 

Your brows furrowed in response to his claim. Such creatures were fables, were they not? Then again, he had just fed on a man right before your eyes. That was all the proof needed to back his words. “Did you do the same thing to those women that you did to him?” You asked. The brunet ceased his movements as his crimson eyes stared intently at you. He didn’t think anyone noticed him sneak off. 

Aizen’s lips curled into a slight smile before he spoke. “Yes,” he replied, “although I was far gentler with them than I was with him.” He came closer once more and you backed away, again. You assumed that he planned to deal with you the same way he did the others. After all, you knew his little secret. You could try and run away from him. Perhaps you could make it back to the party and reveal the monster that he truly is. Though with your lack of a response, he figured your thoughts out before you could turn away from him. “I wouldn’t, dear. You won’t make it very far.” 

You frowned at him, and he mimicked it and sighed when you disobeyed. Your body barely made it down the dimly lit hallway towards the ballroom before being shoved against the wall, and his hand clamped over your mouth to keep you quiet. Your sounds were muffled against his hold, and even more so with the loud laughter of the other partygoers. 

“I tried to tell you,” he sighed, “though I should know by now that little lambs never listen.” You struggled against him in an attempt to break free from his hold, yet he was far too strong to relent. Aizen clicked his tongue at your squirming and tightened his hold on you before he leaned close, his nose barely touching yours. “Be still,” he commanded. 

His pupils dilated as his crimson eyes bore into yours, and you suddenly felt a strange feeling wash over you. It was a sudden calmness that you knew he somehow forced. Your body felt more relaxed as the fear from earlier slowly ebbed away. It felt like magic, and you were inclined to believe he had some sort of power. When he felt your body cease its tedious wriggling, he smirked lightly. 

“Good girl,” he whispered. Aizen’s face then moved to the side of your neck. You knew he was going to bite you, yet there was nothing you could do. Your body felt so heavy under his little spell. The only thing you were able to do was let out a shaky breath when his tongue slid a fat stripe from your collarbone and up your neck. Your reaction caused him to chuckle lightly. “I’m still a bit parched, my dear, so you won’t mind if I have a little drink, right?” The brunet didn’t wait for an answer and dove right in. His mouth stretched a bit as his fangs poked out, and he slid them down your neck, allowing them to scrape against your skin. 

A small gasp fell from your lips as his fangs broke your skin, causing blood to slowly seep out. His tongue made quick work of the wound as it slowly lapped up the crimson substance. He hummed in delight at the sweet taste of your blood. It was far sweeter than that of the other women—or anyone for that matter—that he had fed on. It was delicious, and he let out a soft growl shortly after realizing just how euphoric feeding from you was starting to become. 

For you, the experience was nothing short of odd yet satisfying. While it pained you when he first started, it was now becoming oddly arousing. You wondered if he could tell. Aizen pulled away from your neck and sighed in such content before glancing at you from the side. “You're quite delicious, little lamb,” he whispered, bringing his lips close to yours, “you should have a taste.” Without warning, his lips crashed against yours, and his tongue roughly pushed past your lips to taste you further. He still had remnants of your blood on his mouth, and you could easily recognize the harsh metallic taste it carried. 

Though a simple kiss wasn’t what he intended. At least not at this moment. Initially, Aizen thought about killing you for finding the truth about what he was, however, his mind quickly changed the second he got a taste of your sweet, sweet blood. In all his years of being alive—or rather, undead—he had never tasted someone quite as delicious as you. No, he couldn’t kill you now. He’d keep you. Feeding on you wasn’t enough, though, and he knew that. You felt his arm snake itself around your waist while his other hand cupped your face as he pulled away from you. 

“I am going to indulge myself with you,” he whispered, crimson eyes staring deeply into yours, “so relax yourself, little lamb, and enjoy.” The hand on your waist slid further down, grabbing a fistful of your dress and hiking it up and over your hips. You didn’t utter a single sound in response, and Aizen took note of that. “Don’t be so quiet, dear,” he said, “I want to hear you.” His other hand then removed itself from your face and slid down to your exposed thigh, gripping it with enough force to elicit a small moan from you. “That’s better, now put your arms around me.” 

Your body moved on its own accord, and your arms immediately wrapped around his neck. This caused the brunet’s lips to curl into a slight smirk as he leaned in and kissed you, again. The distraction gave him enough time to not only pull down your panties, but for him to unzip his pants. Your brain was distracted to the point that you didn’t register what he was doing, until you felt his tip push past your folds as he buried himself inside of you. There was no warning, no preparation, nothing. You couldn’t deny the pleasure that came shortly after, though, mixing itself with the little bit of pain until it was all you could feel. Until it was the only thing you could feel. 

A deep, guttural growl came from Aizen as he gripped your thighs a bit tighter now. You were so deliciously tight that he had to fight back the urge to cum that very second. As much as he wanted to repeatedly drill into you, he decided to take his time.His lips remained locked with yours, his tongue exploring every little crevice within your mouth before rubbing your tongue. You felt utterly divine to him. Not only with your blood but your body, too. It was almost as if you were made just for him. 

Aizen’s body shuddered when you moaned against his lips, and he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into you. His grip on your thighs tightened to the point where his nails dug into your skin, but that only seemed to draw out even more noises from you. It spurred him on. His movements were slow and sensual at first, as if savoring the way your insides molded perfectly with his length. 

His body pressed into yours, keeping you balanced in-between him and the wall as he fucked you. The brunet kept your legs lifted, though his hands slid to your hips when they wrapped around his waist. Your constant moaning egged him on, your little noises nothing but absolute music to his ears. He couldn't recall the last time he had such a good fuck with a woman—or anyone. 

“Little lamb,” he cooed, pulling away from your lips, “you’re making such sweet sounds for me.” His face leaned closer, his lips against your ear. “But I can’t have you being too noisy. Stragglers could find us, and I’d hate to have to kill them for interrupting our pleasure.” You then felt him pry your lips apart as he stuck a piece of cloth in your mouth. The material felt familiar, and it soon registered in your little mind that it was your panties. It did well to muffle your moans as Aizen started thrusting into you again. 

His cock reached deeper and deeper, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. His pace was faster now, sliding in and out of your slick hole with relative ease now. Oh, he certainly believed you were made for him now. Your arms tightened around his neck as your jaw clenched from the pleasure, causing you to bite down on the panties in your mouth. 

A muffled moan slipped out of you when you felt his fangs graze your neck, slicing into the same spot from earlier. The sensation of him not only drinking from you but also fucking you was unbearable, and it didn’t seem as though he would be letting up anytime soon. No, he kept going, and you kept moaning. However, when your body started lightly shaking, Aizen ceased feeding from you. 

“Mm, you’re close, aren’t you?” He asked. When you gave a weak sound in response, he only smirked and picked up his pace. His arms wrapped around your waist as he shoved his face into your neck, and his body practically squished you up against the wall as he fucked you even harder. His cock continuously drilled itself into your soaked cunt, and his animalistic grunts filled your ears. Your walls sucked him each time he pounded into you. “Such a greedy little lamb,” he teased. 

He pleased you in a way you didn’t think was even possible, and you loved every single second of it. With one small and final moan, albeit muffled against your gag, you came undone. The little spasm from your body sent the brunet over the edge, and he shoved himself into you one last time as his cum spilled out, filling your insides. He panted softly and kissed your neck as your walls clamped down on him, milking him for every drop of cum he had. 

Aizen moved his head back so that he could see the look on your face. The complete and utter fucked-out-of-your-mind expression you held caused him to chuckle in response. “I believe you enjoyed it more than I,” he chuckled, again. His grip on your waist loosened as he pulled out of you, but he kept a hand in place while the other slid himself back into his pants. Your body felt so lightweight now, and you held onto him tightly, not wanting to let go. 

What control he had over you earlier slowly ebbed away as your muddled thoughts returned to normal. The haziness from whatever power he used on you dissipated, and you stared at him with tired, half-lidded eyes. You had quite a few questions for this man, if you could even call him that now. “Why did you do it?” You asked in-between your soft panting. 

“The women?” He raised a brow at you. “Food, of course,” he replied, “but that should have been a given. I’d say the same could be said for the man, but he didn’t taste as good as I thought. Now, as for you, little lamb, I’m quite certain you know what I was going to do to you.” 

“Yet you didn’t, why?” 

Aizen leaned his face closer to yours and smirked. “You have such a unique taste and feel, and so it would be a waste if I simply killed you.” 

Your brows furrowed in response to his words. “Then what will you do to me?” 

“I’m going to keep you, of course,” he replied. The smirk never left his face, and you frowned. “You’ll be mine, little lamb, forever.”