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The peck on his cheek after the first date doesn’t count. It was just a quick confirmation that you were ready to set another date.
Your soft lips landed on his rough and taut skin. It felt like kissing a concrete wall, there was no give. You mentally scolded yourself later for not kissing the side with the scar. You really wanted to feel those rough edges slide under your smooth lips.
In due time.
You ended each date with a kiss on the cheek. You finally felt the scar tickle your colored lips. He never kissed back and simply took your kiss as an indicator to clear his schedule for another date.
The first few dates was getting to know each other. Nothing but raw truths were laid out on the table. He was a simple man who enjoyed working out and fighting in his spare time.
By the end of the fifth date, it became obvious you two were hitting it off great. However, it was hard to read the man for how fast he wanted to proceed.
One way to find out.
After dinner, he walked you back towards your parked car. It was dark and he knew the streets were crawling with delinquents and prowlers.
You opened the driver’s side door and turned around to give him the goodbye peck. He was already expecting it— his face tilted to the side and knees slightly bent so you could reach his height.
However, you planted the kiss elsewhere. Your lips landed on his pressed, dry lips. It took him by surprise and his knees almost buckled in.
Your soft lips against his firm ones.
He didn’t move. He allowed you to kiss his lips but he never kissed back. He never parted those lips to invite you in.
Maybe he wasn’t into you.
It broke your heart. You stepped away from the kiss and he stood there like a statue- a gargoyle ready to take flight once you were out of sight.
You got into your car, ready to leave this embarrassing situation and relationship.
You tried to close the car door but it seemed to be jammed. You tried again, slamming it harder, trying to escape from the facts.
That is when you realized his foot was wedged under the car door. You looked up, his body posture had changed. He was now more upright and there was a dangerous look on his face.
It was dark, but the street lights perfectly illuminated his features and imperfections. His demeanour had changed, he looked more like one of those prowlers he tried to shield you from.
You weren’t scared.
Your breath got stuck in your lungs when he pulled the door open and dragged you out of the car by the arm. He pushed you up against the side of the car, his firm body pressing firmly against you, his face inching slowly towards you.
He was hungry. His lips did more than just bird peck of a kiss. He kissed you like a starved man. He parted your lips with his muscular tongue and pushed his way through. He explored your mouth, swallowing your moans and your air.
He grunted like a beast when he tried to fill his lungs with much needed oxygen. He wanted to devour you whole. He should have frightened you. But to his surprise, you kissed him back. Your weak tongue trying to take some control, and eventually he let you in.
The make out session was sloppy and messy, drool all over your chins. That didn’t stop you from making out like horny teenagers sneaking out of class.
It wasn’t a passionate, romantic kiss by any stretch of the imagination. It was rough, raw and unforgiving. More of a collision than a connection.
The sirens of a passing fire truck pulled you two apart. He was panting and you felt dizzy. Both craved for more. However, it was time to go home to the little ones.
Your lips hurt. They hurt good. You went to bed with them throbbing and buzzing for more.
First time that night he texted you something meaningful:
Note: i don't use spell and grammar check anymore due to AI. Sorry for any mistakes 💔
Kenpachi
Your scalp burned. You could feel every strand of your hair taut in his muscular firm grip.
It wasn't so much the stinging scalp that had you in tears.
Smack smack smack
His balls hit your chin with each thrust. He used your mouth like a tight pussy. However, your mouth could only stretch so far for his fat, long cock.
You choked and drooled down your chin, your throat swelled around his shiny, round head.
“Ya like it? Ya like swallowing my cock for breakfast? Taste better than that banana I bet”.
Ah yes. The banana. The poor banana that laid squashed on the floor. The same banana he caught you practicing with— shoved down your throat, while watching a video for some ‘visual demonstration’.
Well, no need for any visuals now.
And fuck ya he tasted better than a banana.
Urahara
Leave it to Urahara to have a playful grin on his face while he wraps his hands firmly around your neck and chokes the last bit of oxygen out of your lungs.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, face almost turning blue. Suddenly, he gives your entire body a jolt with his cock that revives you.
He hasn’t even passed you a glance. He moves with the rhythm of his thrusts. His eyes are locked in on the laptop he caught you with, playing out yours (and apparently his) dangerous fantasy.
“The harder you choke my cock with your pussy, the tighter I’ll choke your neck”.
Izuru and Shuhei
Izuru and Shuhei were simply passing by when they heard some strange noises.
“A cat?”
“Sounds like a mouse”.
They poked their curious heads in the room, only to find you with your tits out, a hand down your pants and a small device in your other hand.
They both inched together, careful not to startle you. They slowly approached you from behind and got a good look at your device.
Both passed each other a glance, a blush growing across their tired faces. They felt a heaviness in their pants.
Your eyes were now closed and you focused on the sounds playing in the video- the moans and the skin on skin slapping and the wetness from each hole.
“Ahhh…fuck Lieutenant ….” You moaned. Which Lieutenant? Both were dying to know.
Izuru was timid at first but took the lead and pulled out his cock from his pants. Shuhei looked around before he did the same.
You swear you smelled some cocks spring to life. You imagined yourself walking into a garden of cocks. All the sexy Lieutenants had surrounded you with their leaky cocks.
“Mmmm Lieutenant Kira….Hisagi…” Those two were the ones you fantasized the most.
As soon as you called them out while lost in a euphoric trance, both couldn’t help but reply to your call.
“Yes, Captain!” They chimed in unison.
Your eyes snap open and sure enough there they stood, saluting you with their cocks in your face.
Izuru and Shuhei were very loyal and obeyed orders. Together, they worked on an exercise to strengthen their teamwork.
“That's it boys. Work together and let’s cum together! Don't fail me!”
Aizen
Today, he took the bedroom activities outdoors.
After digging through your browser history, it seemed that was exactly what you wanted.
It was out in the open, in one of the stadiums he designed for the arrancars. Usually, he was the one sitting on top and watching the beasts tearing each other apart.
Luckily, there was no audience. The sound of skin slapping and your moans bounced off the barren stadium walls— an invisible audience clapping back to the performance below.
Aizen had you on all fours like an animal and tied up to a post. His thrusts were punishing enough, but you enjoyed it rough. He grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked your head back, making your spine arch like a cat. Your hips shifted slightly and he hit a spot that had you squirting like a faucet.
A pool of your arousal gathered around your knees. Your vision was blurry from all the orgasms you received.
Your eyes darted across the empty stadium. You began hallucinating moving figures. A shadow of audience had slowly appeared before you.
It was no hallucination.
Grimmjow
“Tch… my dicks bigger than that shit”, he growled behind you.
You let out a yelp, wasn't expecting to be caught by your man.
“What….what are you doing here?” you asked, trying to close your current browser but he got hold of your hand.
He twisted your arm gently to bring the phone closer to his face.
“You ain't got these plastic dicks around?”
“No”, you lied.
Sure enough he sniffed out a drawer full of dick shaped toys.
“Can't hide your pussy scent. I thought it was your panties in here”. He grinned, rummaging through the drawer and picking up the fattest dildo from the bunch.
Your hole was stuffed, stretched and pounded. He slurped up the mess leaking around the rim of the dildo. He edged you along, stopping when he felt even the lightest of resistance.
“Don't you dare cum! Let's see how long you last without my cock!”
He made a mental note to snap all your toys in half once he had his share of fun.
Shunsui
Watching porn or adult videos was never frowned upon or done in secrecy with Shunsui around. He always thought of them as ‘art and inspiration’. So when he caught you watching something naughty, he took off his pants and cozied up beside you.
“Ah! You want to try that?” he asks.
“Well…it might hurt”, you protestebon his behalf.
“You make it sound like I'm a virgin”, he pouts.
Right. He experimented quite a bit.
“I don't have anything to use”, you make an excuse.
“You have a drawer full of knick-knacks that you can find handy.”
“You ain't dropping this, are you?”
“Are you afraid?” he asks, leaning into you so could get a whiff of his spicy scent that you could not resist.
You give into his desires. They are also your desires. You ready one of the toys and tease his winking hole. He is shamelessly on all fours.
His coarse hair makes it a dry and rough terrain. You do the unthinkable. You spit on his hole and watch the tip of the dildo slowly sink in.
“I'm sorry”, you mutter.
His hole continues to swallow inches. His cock is hanging and swinging below his hips like a swollen udder that leaks as soon as you tickle his prostate.
“You make a good slut”, you giggle and smacke your hands against his fuzzy cheek.
Mayuri
He watches you. Not directly. He has eyes on you from every direction— device you touch and wear— from the watch on your wrist to the dildos shoved up your holes.
He knows when you are being unproductive and watching porn when you should be doing research. He knows what porn you watch. He knows what made you cum.
And now here you are, hooked up to some virtual reality machine that takes you on a LSD journey.
You wake up and find yourself in one of those porn videos you fancy. You are getting fucked over and over again by a group of people. The smells, the taste, the sounds and the feelings are all so real.
Mayuri leans back in his chair, watching you squirm and cum on repeat. Once satisfied, he leans forward and puts the video on auto-loop before getting up and shutting down the lab for the night.
🩷This is a very late birthday present for my bestie @koalaoffandoms Love you! Thank you for being the bright star in my dark sky!
Note: No AI editing used. Pardon the human grammar mistakes.
“Are you for real?!” you shouted, tossing your phone aside and buried your face back in the pillow.
Your man forgot your birthday. You know what really hurt? It was 2 weeks later that he texted you a ‘happy birthday’. Nothing more and nothing less.
Shunsui was ‘apparently’ a busy man, so you didn't expect him to take you anywhere. But it was only natural to call up your lover and wish them a happy birthday and make plans for later.
He did neither.
So you didn’t bother to message him either.
Little did you know that your man was playing hero and risking his life for the fate of the world.
Of course you didn’t know that. He never shared any details of his work. And you never bothered to dig deeper as he was in the army and secrecy was normal with that line of work.
And when he finally dared to message you a ‘happy birthday’ two weeks later, it should have ended it all. However, you know this isn’t like him.
Something wasn’t right. And to avoid getting your heart hurt, you tried to ignore his lack of presence and continued on with your life.
The soft pillow had encased his scent. The scent carried you back to your dream world- a beautiful garden locked up deep in the woods where he waited for you. He stood there slumped over, tired and with that lazy look in his one eye. He was missing his other eye. There was a thick fog that blurred out his mid section.
That fog naturally thinned out as you approached him. Through that fog you saw giant gaping holes that exposed his bloody inners. You let out a scream and pulled yourself out of the dream.
—-
The nightmares continued. Even during the day when you were wide awake, you would see that haunted image.
You tried to text and call him but there was no signal. Your heart ached for him now. You figured he was on some dangerous mission. You weren’t even sure if he was alive. Is this how the ladies of the war hero’s felt?
Days turned to months. And soon it was a year later. There was no sign of Shunsui. Your tears had dried up from crying every night. Your heart was crushed and you refused to believe he was gone.
You woke up on your birthday with a text “Happy Birthday” from an unknown number.
You texted back: Who are you?
The reply read: Forgotten me already, petal?
Your heart didn’t just skip a beat. You couldn’t feel the beat. Were you dead? Or was this a new taunting nightmare?
You fell back onto your soft pillow, taking in his lingering scent that had slowly faded to nothing over time. His scent wasn’t there anymore. Yet, you held onto anything in the air that once was his.
You tried to drift back to sleep but you couldn’t completely enter the dream world. It felt like you were halfway there but couldn’t quite get there.
Suddenly, his scent grew once more. His embrace was warm while he held you close to his beating heart. The warmth felt so real. So real that you were burning up from the inside. You assumed you were becoming feverish.
Your clothes had vanished, you felt his chest hair tickle your sensitive nipples. He didn’t say much except for the initial groan when he entered you with one quick thrust.
You were lost in the passion, worrying less about the disappointment that would come once you woke up. Hips connected, you wished to never pull apart.
You came with a few thrusts and your body jolted you out of your dream.
You woke up in your own room, clit still throbbing from the intense aftershocks. Still fully clothed, you felt a heaviness between your legs.
“Did it feel good?”
You gasped and quickly turned to the other side to face him.
Sure enough it was him. He appeared to be alright minus the eye patch. You patted him down to make sure there weren’t any holes under those clothes like you saw in your dreams.
“You came!” You cried with relief in your eyes.
“No, you came”, he teased, his hand still resting on your crotch, casually drawing circles with his thumb. He could feel the heat and wetness radiating through the thin layer of fabric that shielded you from the world.
“What happened?” You asked, your hand going for the eye patch.
He grabbed your arm and stopped you short.
“You don’t want to see what’s under there. I’m afraid you will lose the excitement”, he admitted.
Both laid there silently for a few minutes, to make up for the yearly absence. He felt like your Shunsui. He sounded like your Shunsui. He smelled like your Shunsui. The bulge grinding against your legs was definitely Shunsui.
“Where were you?” You finally carried on once you were certain this wasn’t another dream.
“I don’t even know where to start. It’s complicated”.
You rolled your eyes. “So am I. Try me”.
He couldn’t help but chuckle, his hand slowly sliding up towards the waistband of your pyjama shorts.
“Well…..”
“You better not say ‘I had things to take care of!’” You interrupted him.
Shunsui smiled and leaned forward to kiss the top of your head.
“There was a war. I was leading an army. We won but not without a price. He lost all communication to the outside world. We couldn’t even travel. Being the leader I was forced to become, I had no choice but ‘take care of things’”.
You knew it was some dangerous mission but you never considered a full out war. He was from a world beyond your reach that you could never comprehend.
“Are you back for good?” You asked.
His hand slipped past the waistband of your shorts and wiggled down towards your sensitive clit.
“I am here to take you with me”, he confessed.
You felt his warm hands cup your wet sex, his fingers teasing your entrance, seeking familiarity beyond those folds.
“Mmmm can I come with you?” You had some doubts, rightfully so.
“I can make it happen”. He sounded confident and adamant. His fingers had entered your hot sex.
Shunsui knew the only way he would be allowed to take you back to the Soul Society was either as a departed soul or by impregnating you.
“I’ll pack my bags”. You wiggled your hips at him, wanting more than just his teasing hands.
“Happy birthday my flower. Let me make you blossom”.
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🩷This is a very late birthday present for my bestie @koalaoffandoms Love you! Thank you for being the bright star in my dark sky!
Note: No AI editing used. Pardon the human grammar mistakes.
“Are you for real?!” you shouted, tossing your phone aside and buried your face back in the pillow.
Your man forgot your birthday. You know what really hurt? It was 2 weeks later that he texted you a ‘happy birthday’. Nothing more and nothing less.
Shunsui was ‘apparently’ a busy man, so you didn't expect him to take you anywhere. But it was only natural to call up your lover and wish them a happy birthday and make plans for later.
He did neither.
So you didn’t bother to message him either.
Little did you know that your man was playing hero and risking his life for the fate of the world.
Of course you didn’t know that. He never shared any details of his work. And you never bothered to dig deeper as he was in the army and secrecy was normal with that line of work.
And when he finally dared to message you a ‘happy birthday’ two weeks later, it should have ended it all. However, you know this isn’t like him.
Something wasn’t right. And to avoid getting your heart hurt, you tried to ignore his lack of presence and continued on with your life.
The soft pillow had encased his scent. The scent carried you back to your dream world- a beautiful garden locked up deep in the woods where he waited for you. He stood there slumped over, tired and with that lazy look in his one eye. He was missing his other eye. There was a thick fog that blurred out his mid section.
That fog naturally thinned out as you approached him. Through that fog you saw giant gaping holes that exposed his bloody inners. You let out a scream and pulled yourself out of the dream.
—-
The nightmares continued. Even during the day when you were wide awake, you would see that haunted image.
You tried to text and call him but there was no signal. Your heart ached for him now. You figured he was on some dangerous mission. You weren’t even sure if he was alive. Is this how the ladies of the war hero’s felt?
Days turned to months. And soon it was a year later. There was no sign of Shunsui. Your tears had dried up from crying every night. Your heart was crushed and you refused to believe he was gone.
You woke up on your birthday with a text “Happy Birthday” from an unknown number.
You texted back: Who are you?
The reply read: Forgotten me already, petal?
Your heart didn’t just skip a beat. You couldn’t feel the beat. Were you dead? Or was this a new taunting nightmare?
You fell back onto your soft pillow, taking in his lingering scent that had slowly faded to nothing over time. His scent wasn’t there anymore. Yet, you held onto anything in the air that once was his.
You tried to drift back to sleep but you couldn’t completely enter the dream world. It felt like you were halfway there but couldn’t quite get there.
Suddenly, his scent grew once more. His embrace was warm while he held you close to his beating heart. The warmth felt so real. So real that you were burning up from the inside. You assumed you were becoming feverish.
Your clothes had vanished, you felt his chest hair tickle your sensitive nipples. He didn’t say much except for the initial groan when he entered you with one quick thrust.
You were lost in the passion, worrying less about the disappointment that would come once you woke up. Hips connected, you wished to never pull apart.
You came with a few thrusts and your body jolted you out of your dream.
You woke up in your own room, clit still throbbing from the intense aftershocks. Still fully clothed, you felt a heaviness between your legs.
“Did it feel good?”
You gasped and quickly turned to the other side to face him.
Sure enough it was him. He appeared to be alright minus the eye patch. You patted him down to make sure there weren’t any holes under those clothes like you saw in your dreams.
“You came!” You cried with relief in your eyes.
“No, you came”, he teased, his hand still resting on your crotch, casually drawing circles with his thumb. He could feel the heat and wetness radiating through the thin layer of fabric that shielded you from the world.
“What happened?” You asked, your hand going for the eye patch.
He grabbed your arm and stopped you short.
“You don’t want to see what’s under there. I’m afraid you will lose the excitement”, he admitted.
Both laid there silently for a few minutes, to make up for the yearly absence. He felt like your Shunsui. He sounded like your Shunsui. He smelled like your Shunsui. The bulge grinding against your legs was definitely Shunsui.
“Where were you?” You finally carried on once you were certain this wasn’t another dream.
“I don’t even know where to start. It’s complicated”.
You rolled your eyes. “So am I. Try me”.
He couldn’t help but chuckle, his hand slowly sliding up towards the waistband of your pyjama shorts.
“Well…..”
“You better not say ‘I had things to take care of!’” You interrupted him.
Shunsui smiled and leaned forward to kiss the top of your head.
“There was a war. I was leading an army. We won but not without a price. He lost all communication to the outside world. We couldn’t even travel. Being the leader I was forced to become, I had no choice but ‘take care of things’”.
You knew it was some dangerous mission but you never considered a full out war. He was from a world beyond your reach that you could never comprehend.
“Are you back for good?” You asked.
His hand slipped past the waistband of your shorts and wiggled down towards your sensitive clit.
“I am here to take you with me”, he confessed.
You felt his warm hands cup your wet sex, his fingers teasing your entrance, seeking familiarity beyond those folds.
“Mmmm can I come with you?” You had some doubts, rightfully so.
“I can make it happen”. He sounded confident and adamant. His fingers had entered your hot sex.
Shunsui knew the only way he would be allowed to take you back to the Soul Society was either as a departed soul or by impregnating you.
“I’ll pack my bags”. You wiggled your hips at him, wanting more than just his teasing hands.
“Happy birthday my flower. Let me make you blossom”.
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