kaiochi

[kaiochi]

Mappa is so horny for Toji what the fuck you mean this is official art what the fuck you MEAN

[kaiochi]

I'm excited to announce that I have signed a book deal with Del Rey at Penguin Random House in the US and Michael Joseph in the UK for my debut novel, Alchemised, a standalone dark fantasy set in a war-torn world of necromancy and alchemy, in which a healer with amnesia is taken as a prisoner of war and must fight to protect her lost memories and the secrets hidden among them. It will grapple with themes of trauma and survival, legacy, and the way that love can drive one to extreme darkness, and it is, as you may be able to tell, a reimagined version of Manacled.

I know I’ve been rather quiet about my publishing journey, and a lot of that has been because I didn’t want to spark any concerns or worry that I might be abruptly taking away a story that is such a deep part of myself and that I know has meant so much to so many people. This process has unfolded very slowly and quietly because I have tried to be mindful as I could be in every step of the way. 

As most of you know, I have been a reader in fandom long before I ever began to write. Fanfiction is incredibly special to me, and I have tried to do my best not to undermine its legal protection or allow my works to do so either. During the last several years, there has been a growing issue with illegal sales of Manacled, putting both me and the incredible community that shares fanfiction freely in legal jeopardy. 

After consulting with the OTW as well as other lawyers, it has grown clear that as a transformative writer I have limited options in protecting my stories from this kind of exploitation, but I wasn’t sure what to do; I didn’t want to just take the story down, in part because I worried that might only exacerbate the issue, but I didn’t know what other options I had. Then I suddenly had this idea of alchemy, which was peculiarly appropriate; an academic world filled with unique transmutational abilities, and a necromantic war against people who had discovered the secrets of immortality, and I could see a path to reimagining the story while still holding on to as much of the original spirit of Manacled as possible. 

I began redrafting the concept privately around Christmas 2022, and then as if the universe had aligned, just as I was finishing, Caitlin Mahony and Rivka Bergman of WME reached out to me and were delightfully enthusiastic about concepts and ideas for my new alchemical world and the ways I had reimagined the story. 

I'm thrilled to be working with Emily Archbold, my visionary editor at Del Rey, along with Rebecca Hilsdon at Michael Joseph in the UK, to polish this novel for publication in Fall 2025. I feel uniquely privileged that both my publishing teams are familiar with Manacled and understand how special it is to so many people, and how important it is that this reimagining captures the same spirit while also having its own wings. 

Manacled is not going anywhere at present. It will remain online throughout 2024, at which point it will, if you’ll pardon the pun, alchemise for 2025 and be removed from AO3. 

I'm so thankful to all of you who've enjoyed my works, and I hope that I can continue to rely on your support as I take my next steps as an author.

[kaiochi]

I hear somethin purring…

[kaiochi]

HE PURRS ! I love when writers give the not-human characters not-human traits 😩 I’ll be riding this headcannon for a while

Nothing Is Lost

Dilf! Jake Sully X F! reader

NSFW minors dni 🙏

warnings: Purring (yes i believe they purr idc) , oral (m receiving) , Jake whimpering and being whiny, Female terms, Unprotected sex, no plot,

word count: 1.2k

Notes:

After watching Atwow again today i just couldn’t help but write about dilf Jake he’s so fucking fine.

It was late, Jake had just put the kids to bed after a long and exhausting day. They were getting older, they had more energy and they tired you and Jake out fast. Today, Jake had taken care of the kids on his own while you went out hunting. You needed some alone time for the first time in years. You came back, only to find him looking exhausted, but his eyes lit up when he saw you. You sat down next to him, pulling his head close so you could kiss his forehead, “You look tired, my love.” You said to him, running your hands through his hair.

He hummed in response, enjoying the feeling of your fingers in his hair. You pulled his head into your chest, and he purred a little as you did so. It was hard to believe that just a few years ago you had tried to kill this man, because he wasn’t one of you. You didn’t believe he could fully become Omaticaya, but he did, he learned and respected the ways and he fought and killed to protect you and your people. He left behind his human body, and became Na’vi forever, one of you.

“How were the kids today?” You asked him, leaning your chin on his head as his was still leaned on your chest. “Loud.” He muttered, you laughed in response. He moved his head away from your chest, looking into your eyes. “I missed you.” He said to you, one of his hands reaching to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling. “I missed you too.” He smiled at your response, leaning in to press his lips to yours.

You melted into the kiss instantly, pushed you down gently onto your back, your legs immediately hooked around his waist. He pulled away, for a moment, looking down at you beneath him, he looked exhausted still. “Let me take care of you, Jake.” You said quietly to him, and as soon as he heard that, he got off you. You Gently pushed him down onto his back, climbing on top of him.

Your lips met his for only a moment, before you began kissing down his body, until you reached the cloth that covered him. You could tell he was hard already. You glanced up at him, and he nodded to you, and you removed the cloth. Your eyes were met with his leaking cock, one of your favorite things about him. You kissed the tip, hearing him let out a soft moan in response that only urged you further. You took him into your mouth, slowly going down as far as you could. He gasped at the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him.

You bobbed your head up and down on his shaft, his thighs were shaking at this point, and he was letting out soft moans and whimpers. “Fuck..” He groaned, his head thrown back, mouth agape as he moaned. You felt his hand land gently on your head, his fingers gripping your hair. You knew he was close when he would do that, he usually didn’t push you, but he couldn’t help himself when he was so close. But before he could cum, you pulled your mouth off him, and he groaned in annoyance. “Such a tease…” he muttered, his eyes hooded as he looked down at you.

You laughed, but said nothing as you kissed his stomach for a moment. You knew he was a little insecure with the weight he put on after the past couple years, even though it wasn’t much. He laughed softly at the feeling of your lips on his stomach, it was your favorite thing to do since you found out about his insecurity. He was perfect, he was even a little squishy and you loved it. You kissed up his chest until your lips landed on his once more.

You pulled away for a moment, reaching to remove your own garments. Jake watched as you undressed, impatiently waiting. When you were finally undressed, you reached down and grabbed his cock, positioning it at your entrance. You watch his face as you sank down onto him, his eyes closed, head rolled back and mouth slightly open as he let out little gasps. You leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his nose, before you began to move.

You rolled your hips as you rode him, your clit rubbing on his pelvis, causing you to gasp. His hands reached for your hips, but you pulled them off, holding them above his head. “No.” Was all you said, he groaned in response. You rode him for what felt like ages, his cock so far deep in your pussy, you feel like you’ve never felt him this deep before. One of his hands tore free from yours, it wasn’t hard since they were much bigger than yours, he just let you hold him down because you liked to feel in control. His hand reached for your clit, rubbing slow circles with his thumb onto it.

“F-fuck Jake” You gasped, your thighs shook as you rode him harder. He chuckled when he saw how you reacted, rubbing your clit harder, his fingers getting covered in your juices. You bit your lip, whimpering as he touched you. This night was supposed to be about him, but of course, he couldn’t just sit there and do absolutely nothing. “You’re so fucking tight..” He groaned out, his hand that wasn’t preoccupied with your clit reached up to hold your face. He pulled you towards him, kissing you gently as he bucked up into you, meeting the roll of your hips.

Your moans lost in each other’s mouths as your tongues explored each other’s. You pulled apart, panting and gasping for breath. You reached down, holding his face in your hand. He smiled at you, your thumb instinctively touched his little fangs, you thought he was adorable. “You feel so good, Ma Jake..” you said, eyes hooded as you began to lift your hips and slam down onto him, faster than before. He let out a soft whimper at the sudden action, his eyes rolled back as his hips bucked into you, thighs shaking.

Your legs became weak, and your orgasm was fast approaching. “Please..” Jake moaned out, he was close and he was asking you permission to cum. You leaned forward, your forehead touching his, “cum for me, Jake” You whispered to him, and moments later you felt his warm seed fill you. That sent you over the edge, along with his thumb on your clit, you came moments after him. Your slick covering his cock and lower stomach and your thighs. You both didn’t move or say anything, gasping for breath as you came down from your highs.

Slowly, you lifted off him, both letting out soft gasps at the loss of being one. His cum leaked from your cunt and dripped down your thighs. You were too tired to care as you curled up next to him, your head on his shoulder as you lied together. “You’re so cute when you whine..” You muttered, his face immediately was flushed and his ears pinned back in embarrassment.

#avatar #avatar the way of water #jake sully #avatar x reader #jake sully x reader #jake sully smut #fanfiction #down bad for the big blue alien cat #blue alien #literally any blue alien #purring

[kaiochi]

Daddy kink is at an all time high 🫡

Thinking about Jake and his dad bod <333

The weight of him makes your cunt flutter around his thick length, his chest resting against the soft of your back as he ruts into your heat. Pressing kisses to the back of your head and neck when you whine.

Sometimes, he'll laugh when you shiver beneath him, knees threatening to give out at the sheer pleasure. "You okay, sweetheart?" He soothes, slowing his thrusts to reach an arm under you, helping you to stay upright.

"M'daddy–" you sob, and Jake's pushing you to rest your cheek against the pillow he's placed on the mat for you.

"Oh, I know, honey." he cooes, pressing himself deeper into you, balls pressed up against your slicked folds, urging a gasped sob from your plush lips. "Easy, sweetie."

You shiver when Jake pulls back, spreading your ass cheeks to watch your pussy grip around the girth of his cock.

"Jesus, kid," he groans, amber eyes fixated on your stretched hole, "Look at that," he keens when you moan again. "Takin' daddy so well, huh?" His eyes meet your own when you nod.

"Please, daddy," you muster up the strength to reach an arm back, making 'grabby hands'.

Jake cooes, linking his much larger hand with your smaller one, "daddy's gotcha, sweetheart." He keeps a hold on your hand as he bottoms out once more, squeezing your hand at your cries.

His pace is brutal as he readjusts to press his chest into your back again, heavy balls slapping against your soaked folds, a 'pap, pap, pap' echoing out within the walls of Jake's large canopy.

"Fuuuuck," Jake hisses against your neck when you squeeze around him, "want daddy to fill you up?" He presses a kiss to the base of your neck.

You're quite literally fucked dumb, reduced to sobs and moans.

"Use your words." Jake nips at the back of your neck with his canine, not enough to hurt but enough to shake you from your fucked haze.

"Yes, daddy, yes, yes, oh fuck–" you shiver when Jake swirls his hips softly, your gummy walls stretching around his cock.

He chuckles softly, "Daddy knows his shit, huh, baby?" He reaches between your sticky thighs to rub at your clit.

You squeal, kicking your legs in an attempt to ease the stimulation, and Jake immediately places more of his weight onto you, forcing your legs to still.

You can only sob, soft cheek pressed against the silk pillow, taking all that he gives you. The weight of his cock in your cunt makes you warble, voice shaky as he pulls you in for a kiss.

"You gettin' close, kid?" Jake's ears flatten against his thick hair.

You whine, "Mhm, m'close, m'close."

Jake nods, pressing his hands into the ground. The one still linked with your own tightens, squeezing as he readjusts to sink deeper past your soaked folds.

"So fuckin' tight" He groans, deep strokes sending making your vision blurry and brain fuzzy.

"Daddy –!" You sob into the pillow, your walls squeeze around him, sending chills down your spine

"Fuck, daddy's cumming," Jake groans, stilling with his balls pressed up against your quivering pussy. He hisses as he fills you, ears flattening against his hair, giving a few deep-rooted thrusts before pulling out with a strained groan.

He steps over you, kneeling next to you before spreading your cheeks again to watch his cum dribble out of your swollen cunt.

"Jesus." He strokes your shivering thigh, scooping up the cum that's trailed down your leg, pushing it back into your heat causing you to jolt at the sensitivity.

Jake moves to cup your cheeks, kissing you softly, letting you relax in his hold as he guides your sore body down to the mat, settling into the canopy next to you.

"Feelin' okay, sweetheart?" He strokes a hand up and down your spine, easing you into a sleepy haze.

You nod, snuggling yourself deeper into him, too tired to speak.

"Did so good fr'me, pretty girl." He presses a kiss to your shoulder, stroking your skin through hooded eyes as sleep took over.

#avatar #avatar smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully #jake sully x reader smut #jake sully smut #avatar wow #avatar 2022 #literally any blue alien #blue alien #down bad for the big blue alien cat

[kaiochi]

Alright, that’s it. I’ve got to fuck an alien. Get out of my way I’m on a mission

#avatar #the way of the water #avatar 2 #jake sully #blue #literally any blue alien #i know it has stripes

[kaiochi]

Date Night is Cancelled

Your ex-husband, Gojo, who refuses to move out of your house and is still hopelessly in love with you gets a bit jealous when he finds out you have a date with another man tonight. Maybe you’ll come to your senses, maybe not.

Tags/warnings: nsfw 18+, possessive ex-husband Gojo, who tf is James, hair pulling, Gojo’s big veiny dick, cuck James, you as a slutty ex-wife, pretend you and Gojo’s child is at grandma’s house or something, from behind, black dress/red lingerie combo, cream pie, mention of cuck/bull terms

Word count: 3.6k

I surprise myself with the things I write sometimes. Ex-husband Gojo occupies my mind WAY too much. Also, I got the art from Pinterest. I couldn’t find an artist.

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“I have a date tonight.”

*coughing ensues* “Excuse me, what”

You couldn’t tell if the coughing was real or him being dramatic but either way you stood waiting for his reaction. He was eating a sugary cereal for dinner, wearing only grey sweatpants to keep him modest.

He’d been your ex-husband for over a year now, yet you never seemed to be able to fully get rid of him. He still technically lived at your house when he wasn’t on an assignment. This is how he rests the first few days after a mission; shirtless, eating his daughters cereal and being dramatic.

“You heard me, Satoru. I just wanted to let you know when a man comes to the door later it’s for me and I don’t want you to intervene.”

For once in his life, Gojo Satoru was speechless. He watched your fleeting form as you made your way up the stairs toward your once shared bedroom. Now his place is the guest bedroom or the couch. However, all too many times he finds his way back to the master bedroom and blames it on sleepwalking in the morning.

After a few minutes alone, Gojo slinks around the corner and darkens the bathroom door. He finds you there in the shower completely nude, one leg propped on the tub lathered in shaving cream.

You’re not very intimidating with your hair tied in a tight bun on the top of your head, careful not to get it wet. You shoot him a look anyway, warning him not to try anything. He throws his hands up in defense, feigning innocence.

“Damn, you’re really going all out for this guy, huh?” He nods toward the razor and your half shaven leg.

“It’s not our first date… just the first one where you’ve been here.” You respond, indifferently.

He searches for answers in the tile floor before looking back to you. It’s definitely not the first time he’s seen you naked, you have a child together after all, but it never gets old. He’ll never get tired of it either, Hell he’d be in there with you if you’d let him. That’s too intimate for ex-spouses though, but letting him fuck you until your drooling is not. Don’t ask him, he doesn’t understand the logic either.

“So, tell me about this guy.” He’s desperate for knowledge about the new man in your life.

“What do you want to know?” You hum.

“Well, you can start with his name.”

“No. You will just hunt him down before he’s supposed to be here and scare him to death so he doesn’t show.” You shoot him a knowing look.

He accepts the defeat, “It's like you know me or something.”

“Will you tell me anything? If only for your safety.” He tries again.

“I met him at a school ceremony, one you couldn’t attend because you were on an assignment. He’s a financial advisor at a bank. He’s got a stable job and he is very nice.”

Losing your patience. You never forget to remind Gojo of his absence. He’d promised you that if you took him back he would quit taking the assignments that made him leave home. You wouldn’t budge on it. He’d begged and pleaded for you to not sign the divorce papers, supposed he got tired of asking and just decided he’d never leave.

“Sounds pretty boring to me.” He confessed and was met with one of your signature eye rolls.

Your legs were so smooth the water droplets were beading up and racing down to the porcelain. He’d followed a particular drop from the apex of your thighs to your toes. In awe as you saturated your loofah in soap and proceeded to lather yourself.

It was a cruel form of torture the way you stood before him soapy and slick and denied him of just a gentle touch. His fist flexing and releasing in hopes of loosening the tension.

“Anyways, I don’t know what I should wear.” You broke the silence. The open question concealed as a statement but you really wanted his advice, he knew what looked best on you anyways.

“You should wear…” he pretended he was thinking, “sweatpants, and a turtleneck. But not a tight turtleneck. Like a sweatshirt turtleneck.”

You arched a brow at him, holding back a grin at his suggestion.

Fuck, it was so hard for him to sit and watch you prep yourself for another man. Shaving your legs, washing your face, fucking exfoliating. Mental images of you under this mystery man, him holding your hand and caressing your freshly exfoliated thighs had him nearly jumping up to bolt the doors shut.

“Hell, you’d probably even look stunning in sweats.” He was genuine with this. He thought you were the most beautiful thing to ever walk this earth, no matter what you were wearing. You knew the way he thought about you wasn’t just based on your looks.

You forced your face down to hide the blush creeping onto your features from the compliment. He was always so sweet to you, so good to you, when he was present.

Gojo ran a nervous hand through the back of his hair, shifting his weight from his spot on the closed toilet. His cerulean eyes caught yours for a moment and time seemed to stop, so many turbulent feelings caught in those beautiful orbs. You thought maybe you shouldn’t have told him about the date at all, you hated seeing him upset like this. The divorce was a mature one, which is often the hardest. There was no nasty fighting, no argument over belongings. He didn’t want anything, only you. He knew you’d never keep your daughter away from her daddy, there was no reason to fight. But he wouldn’t leave, if you tried to make him leave, truly. Then there would be a problem.

“Don’t go.” He burst through the silence. A beg without the word ‘please’.

“Gojo, I-“ you started, searching for words in response to his sudden plea.

“Please… stay, name.” The once unfazed man, now pleaded for you in your bathroom while you prepared for a date with another man.

“Don’t start this, Gojo.” You didn’t want this to escalate anymore.

“Don’t go out with him, don’t wear one of your tight skimpy dresses for him, don’t wear that lipstick I like so much. Stay with me, here. I’ll take you out, tonight if you want. Or i can cook and we can drink wine on the couch and watch a movie.” You couldn’t see him like this. Your heart dropped to your stomach. But the decision has been made and you wouldn’t stand up your date for your ex-husband. He didn’t deserve to be caught in the crossfire of you and Gojo.

“I’ll meet you downstairs, Gojo.” And he knew there was no talking you out of your decision. He would just need to cry and stuff his face with cheese puffs in your absence. That was the only option.

He returned to his spot at the bar, swirling his spoon in the pink tinged sugary milk and contemplated following you on your date. The clicking of heels descending the stairs shook him from his trance and he turned to witness what another man would be responsible for tonight.

You stood before him, masking your shyness behind a set of faux lashes and dark hued lipstick. Your hair cascading in voluminous waves down your back. This is what he would be missing out on.

“That dress? He must have been a very good boy to deserve that.” He motioned toward the sleek black number that clung to your feminine curves like a glove and ended just mid thigh. It had a cut out just above your chest to show a hint of cleavage, he loved that slutty little dress.

You made your way to the bar, reaching for a wine glass and your choice of Cabernet from the fridge. Your hands were shaking and you needed something to calm your nerves. It wasn’t your first date with this man but it was the first with Gojo there, he was a live wire sometimes. You desperately hoped he would behave.

In the midst of your thoughts, Gojo was now around the counter to your side. He inspected you further, his fingertips grazing your side from your hips up and then between your shoulder blades and settled at the nape of your neck. His touch was a welcome familiarity on your skin. You cut your eyes to him as you downed the glass of wine.

“Turn around, let me see what this guy is getting tonight.” He gently spun you so you faced him. He searched your eyes for answers, anything that would tell him to intervene.

He towered over you, even in heels. His strong, powerful body was an immovable wall as you placed your hands on his chest, knowing that you would need more distance between the two of you.

He gently grabbed your face in his hands, inching his body closer to yours. His abdomen now flush with yours, so close you wondered if he could feel the butterflies in your tummy too. He chewed on his lower lip and you were caught watching a bit too closely.

“You look… beautiful.” He whispered to your lips. He couldn’t even begin to describe the way you look tonight. ‘Beautiful’ is so weak compared to you.

You sucked in a sudden breath at his proximity. He was merely inches away and you knew if he made contact there would be no hope for you. Pulling away from him was one of the hardest things you’d ever had to do. You inhaled a shuddering breath as you quickly stepped on unsteady legs around the bar to the adjacent dinner table. He watched you, like a predator as you ran. His broad chest heaving with the sudden absence. He slowly, cat-like made his way to your place at the dinner table.

You felt his heat behind you, as he guided his hands up your hips and to your waist. Burying one hand in your hair at the base of your scalp. He gently tugged to open your neck up to him. His other hand freely roaming your body over the smooth fabric of the dress. Gojo’s firm body pressed into your back side, his shape perfectly molding to yours from the multiple years of intimacy.

His breath danced on the soft skin of your neck. You pulled away once, you could do it again. He gave you a few moments to come to your senses. In those precious minutes your breathing became deeper, needier. Your back arched, pushing your ass to his hips and your eye’s fluttered closed while you reached your hands behind you, feigning for his body. He knew, the decision was made. You chose him tonight.

He placed a chaste kiss on your neck. Just the prelude to the way he licked his lips and peppered open mouthed, hot kisses on your throat. He felt your pulse fluttering on his tongue, and he bit down just enough to leave a mark. Sucking and forming multiple purple bruises on your skin. He groped your body, fingertips digging into the supple flesh of your thighs, your hips and tummy. Holding you so close and so tight to him he nearly picked you up off the ground.

You let a sweet moan escape you as he continued his onslaught on your neck. You felt his stiff cock on your ass, grinding into you like you could ever forget it’s there.

His rampage on your neck slowed to a halt and you felt him retreat while his hands made their way to the lower hem of your dress. He dug his fingers under the fabric, inching it up painfully slow.

“Tell me, are you wearing something sexy under this for him-“ a hot whisper in your ear. His deep masculine voice reverberated and wracked your brain.

You knew you were. You needed the courage they gave you, knowing this is what you hid under all that fabric. The red lace thong stark against your skin and the black fabric of your dress. The kinky little bow that teased him as your skin flecked with good flesh from the sudden breeze of cool air.

“The red ones…” he hauled you back, flush against him again. “You’re wearing the red ones for that fucking guy.”

You could hear the simmering anger in his voice and you were suddenly ashamed that you’d ever think about doing something so shameful as wearing lingerie in case you got lucky on your date.

You grinded the red lace against his cock that was not concealed by the cotton fabric of his sweats, the bulge in his pants growing more by the second. You reached for the zipper on the back of the dress and began guiding it down. Freeing your arms so the dress settled at your waist. He loved the way you were always scrambling to free yourself of the confines of your clothes for him, like they were on fire. Like you couldn’t wait any longer to be skin to skin.

Not only were you wearing the red lace thong, you donned the matching bra as well. Gojo hissed at the realization and reached his hands around to your breasts, holding you up and back against his chest, loving the way your full weight felt against him. You turned your chin to him, and it was then that he saw your puffy lips and glossy eyes. His were nearly the same. You swore he could read your mind but it was times like these where he left the decision making up to you.

“Kiss me, Gojo” a gentle command. Before his name had fully left your lips he dove into a passionate, bruising kiss. He drank you in like he was feeding for your very life essence. Your lips slid together in perfect harmony and he swallowed all your whimpering moans. His tongue explored your mouth with a familiar trek.

Your thighs clenched as he held you, and he was fondling at your peaked nipple under the bra and rolling it between his fingers.

As painful as it was he pulled his lips away from you and dipped one hand into your panties. You were sheepish as he discovered the slick threatening to coat your thighs. Shy when he grazed the swollen nub sandwiched between the folds of your pussy. He gave you a cocky grin and you closed your eyes in defeat.

“You’re going to have to change unless you want him to think he’s responsible for you soaking your panties.” He guided you to bend over the table, exposing a different, slutty view of your perky ass.

He pulled the thong to the side and teased your pink pussy. He sunk two long fingers in you and threw his head back at the seductive mewling sound that escaped you. Gojo’s fingers worked into stretching you for him at a steady pace. It was when you felt his fingers leave you that you turned back to watch him as he stripped himself of his grey sweatpants, abandoning them on the floor.

You watched him stroking himself, coating pre cum along the shaft of his pink cock. He aligned himself and sunk his dick slowly into you. He sucked in a deep breath at the way your walls fluttered and adjusted to meet his size. He was heavy in you, blessed with length and girth and no matter how many times he fucked you, you would always need a moment to adjust.

“Oh~ oh my god” you moaned as he began pistoning in and out of you, slowly so you felt every ridge and vein of his sinful cock. You were hyper-aware of the way his thick cockhead is massaging the pillowy walls of your cunt.

You arched your ass up meeting his thrusts as he released a deep groan from the base of his chest. You guided your leg up to rest on the table, further opening your pussy to him. He smirked at your enthusiasm.

His thoughts were dismissed against his will at the interruption of the doorbell. He was sure you were too busy getting fucked at the dinner table to even realize by the way you didn’t even move at the sound of the front door opening and closing.

You two weren’t being quiet in the slightest. With the constant string of moans and short panting breaths it wouldn’t take long for one to discover the situation. In the doorway to the kitchen-dining room stood an average sized guy with dark hair and brown eyes, with a matching tan suit. He carried half a dozen roses and a shocked look on his face. Gojo could almost feel bad for the guy but he remembered he was balls deep in your cunt and then he didn’t care anymore.

“What he hell?!” The man scoffed, in shock to find his date bent over the table by some stallion of a man. Gojo didn’t dare slow his hips either.

“Who the fuck are you?!” The man demanded, furious and hurt.

“I’m her husband, you?”

“Gojo, what are you talking- James…” you inclined your head behind you to see what the hell was going on only to meet the shocked look on James face.

“James!” Gojo exclaimed, finally knowing your date's name. He could use that later. “Sorry, James, she’s a little busy right now.” He shot an arrogant grin at him. Then began pounding into you at an unforgiving pace, distracting you from ‘James’.

With this angle he was making you see stars, your soaked cunt gushing around his cock. You could barely hold yourself up on your single, supporting trembling leg.

James stood in disbelief as he watched Gojo with his snowy hair falling into his eyes while watching his cock disappear into you.

“James, I’m so sorry.. mmmmh~” the most pathetic excuse for an apology in history, punctuated with a succulent moan.

Gojo hissed hard, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth at the way your walls clamped down on him so he could barely move.

“Oh, she’s about to cum… I’m sure you’re unfamiliar with that. Probably never seen her such a mess before, huh?” The question was rhetorical. James couldn’t tear his eyes away from the two of you. He just stood there, captivated by Gojo’s taunts and the way you eagerly arched your ass to meet his every thrust.

“G-Gojo.. baby oh fuck” you whimpered into the table.

Gojo grabbed a fistful of your hair and hauled you up so your tits were off the table and on display for James if he looked around Gojo’s tall frame. You were quite the masterpiece with your disheveled hair and make up running haphazardly down your face.

“Did you let him fuck you?” Gojo’s question was directed toward you now, his tone changed and he demanded the truth from you.

You squeezed your eyes shut, unable to lie given the vulnerable state you were in currently. “… yes” you confessed and half moaned.

Gojo tsk’d his lips and rolled his eyes back to James. The anger that simmered and was masked by his hard cock pounding into you, returned and he spoke through gritted teeth. “You let this fucking cuck, fuck you?!”

The insult hitting James like a bullet. He can’t be surprised though. It’s pretty obvious out of the two men in the room who the bull is here.

“Never again.” Gojo commanded you, his grip firm in your hair and his tip now painfully bruising your cervix. “Say it.”

“N-never again” you whimpered. “Gojo, please don’t stop.” You begged and continued. “DontstopDontstopDontstop”

“That’s it- good girl” he said into the air. “You better get going, James. She won’t be able to make it tonight.” He advised and shot him an intimidating ‘try me’ look, daring James to object or do anything but turn his ass around and leave.

“Gojo! Oh!” The knot in your core burst just as soon as the front door shut. Your cunt gushing with sweet sweet nectar for him, your walls fluttering and constricting so tight it took his breath for a moment. You began panting, gasping for air from the blinding orgasm.

He let you ride out your high on his cock. He was only a couple strokes away from his own climax. He gently thrusted into your sensitive pussy, his hips jerking and he threw his head back moaning at the intense bliss. He grit and bared his teeth as you milked him for all he’s worth. He filled you with his cum, claiming you as his.

Gojo propped himself on the table over your sweaty, sticky body. Bending his head down to gently kiss you on your shoulder. You moaned as he withdrew from you, not a friend to the absence of his thick cock.

You stood on trembling legs, turning to face your ex-husband. He searched your eyes for hate or confusion and only found adoration in them. He pulled you in with a strong hand at your neck and kissed you with the fervor of a starving man.

He turned to grab another wine glass from the cabinet and poured two glasses of wine. Gingerly holding one out for you. You accepted and toed off your heels. Shimmying out of your now filthy dress and lingerie.

He took in your spent form, pulling you into his chest and holding you so tightly like he thought you would disappear.

“Shower and a movie?” You innocently asked his pectorals.

“Absolutely, baby.”

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Y’all assign me a prompt pls 😌

the 3 number 1 spots do have me in a chokehold.

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The OP Ulqiuorra being pegged by little Orihime. UM YES, sign me the fuck up. I can’t even imagine how submissive and breedable he would get after she makes him that vulnerable. Get in bitches we’re gonna ✨peg Ulqiuorra✨Here ya go, anon.

Tags/warnings: nsfw 18+, f/m, Ulquhime, please remember that Ulqiuorra is not human, pegging, hand job, overstimulated Espada, Ulquiorra is a good boy, girlboss Orihime, Grimmjow has taught her a few things

Idk a word count but I’m guessing like 700+ (?).

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He was stressed. Ulqiuorra may not be able to feel many emotions but it was written all over his face. Normally when he came to see her, he would drop his coat at the door along with his weapons and mask, then he would wrap her up in a crushing hug and pepper kisses along her neck. Today he didn’t shed any clothes, he didn’t wrap himself around her, he just sat on the edge of her bed. He didn’t even notice the light pink babydoll lingerie she’d found to wear just for him.

“Quiorra... are you okay?”

“Lord Aizen has demanded too much of me, I worry I cannot meet his expectations”

Orihime nudged her way closer to him, throwing a leg on either side of his hips and nestling her head on his back. Ulqiuorra placed a hand on her thigh, releasing a tense sigh as she began threading her fingers in his hair.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t ask you for something that was impossible.” She tried to keep a positive tone, despite knowing that was a lie and that Aizen often asked too much of his Espada.

“My apologies, Princess. I am wasting our time with my own selfish whining.”

“I like it when you whine” Orihime slipped under her breath.

Orihime fisted his hair at the base of his neck pulling it to the side, she kissed his soft skin, licking and gently biting into his shoulder similar to the way he often did her own. Her hands roamed his front, slowly unbuttoning his jacket and slipping it past his shoulders.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Quiorra. Let me make you feel what I feel.” Nipping at his lobe as she whispered filthy promises in his ear. Sliding her hand over the growing bulge in his pants. The clear outline of his cock stuck to his thigh and Orihime’s view of her delicate hands kneading his tense muscles.

She felt her own need growing and she shyness she felt initially was fleeting as she brushed her fingertips along his nipple. He elicited a sharp gasp at the foreign sensitivity and neither of them could deny the curiosity for more. Orhime palmed him over his pants, the once loose britches now tight on his length revealing ever rib that had pleasured her multiple times before. Kissing his shoulder as he leaned more of his weight onto her careful not to crush her petite frame and spreading his thighs further to allow her more workspace. His mismatched lips fell open and he released a delicate moan when she’d gripped the tip of his cock using more pressure than before.

“Quiorra, I want to try something new. I’ll be right back.”

His eyes snapped open as she began to unfold herself from behind him. Her sharply grabbed for her wrist twisting her back to him. A confused look of abandonment on his face as he took in her skimpy outfit and pink sheer fabric. She dressed up or him and his mind was so clouded with work he didn’t notice. He did now. He couldn’t tear his eyes from her peaked nipples, puffy lips and clenched thighs.

“Don’t leave me, woman.” He snapped, the stress threatening to invade his features once more.

Orihime placed a delicate hand on his face as she reassured him, “I’m coming back for you, we are not finished. These better be gone when I return.” She playfully gnashed her teeth at him. He dropped his gaze to his throbbing cock before taking in a deep breath and watching the way she disappeared behind the bathroom door.

She pranced away on her tiptoes, giddy with excitement to finally be able to pleasure him the way he did her. She knew he’d been curious from the questions he’d asked before about why their orgasms seemed so different in comparison. He would never know how it felt to be taken by him, to be completely at his mercy but she would do her best.

She strapped on the pink harness after fumbling with it for what felt like eternity, nestling the pink faux skin cock into place. She admired herself quickly in the mirror, basking in the femininity of her pastel pink cock, and giving herself a pep talk before emerging from the bathroom.

Upon entering the bedroom she was met with the broad shoulders of her Espada and the hollow hole in his chest where she knew his soul resided. His tall lean figure towering over her and the musculature of his thighs had her salivating. She raw power he had even completely bare was nearly enough to make her drop the harness and throw herself on the bed and abandon all previous plans.

He was admiring himself, unaware of her presence. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her tits into his back, he sighed into her warmth and felt the weight of the rubber toy on his ass.

“Orihime, what happened to you?” He was puzzled by her sudden growth of anatomy and tried turning around in her grasp to examine her.

“No- no. It’s okay. Let me show you how good you make me feel. It’s your turn.” She kissed him gingerly and guided him to the mattress, ordering him to his knees while she rested behind him.

She let the toy rest gently between his thighs. Wrapped her arms around his waist, groping his chest and pinching his pale nipples and he whined at the assault of her fingertips to his unaccustomed flesh. Another hand ventured to his stiff cock that stood at attention for her all swollen and needy. If his face didn’t show his need, his dick definitely couldn’t hide it.

She began to stroke him, gently at first then with more passion while he fueled her cause by moaning her name.

“Hime, H-Hime, fuck me, oh” She planned on it.

Her hand that fondled his chest, slipped down to grab his perky ass in her hand. She gave a quick suck to his fingers, lubricating with as much saliva she had available. Orihime caresses his entrance with a single finger, his hips jerked forward and she gripping his cock tightly with her other hand to get his attention.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. Relax, I won’t hurt you.” She calmed his nerves with sweet words before gently stroking his cock again.

She felt him relax and tenderly pushed her finger past his entrance. With her finger completely submerged, she petted his virgin prostate and he nearly toppled them both over when he fell onto his hands. He released a guttural moan, his chest heaving with the onslaught of her ministrations in him.

“Oh! Mmmmhhh” his succulent moans filled the air as he arched his back to meet her fingers.

Pre cum beaded from the head of his cock as he tried to rut his hips into the bed. The primal need for him to start thrusting into your hand nearly overcame him. He was gasping for air as she traced the pre cum along his shaft.

Orihime release his cock giving him a moment to catch his breath and her own. Seeing him so vulnerable had her soaking her panties with need and want for him to rut into her until he’d had his fill. Her skin felt like fire as she knew she was the one who had done this to him, as she wasn’t done either. She reached for the lube that blue haired cat had supplied her with and instructed her to be gratuitous with it as she made unwound her pet bat.

She leaned over him as he hunched over on his forearms, tucking his sleek tarry hair behind his ear. He slid his eyes over to her, they were glossy and heavy lidded from the overstimulation of her dainty little hands. His cock wept for her touch and he felt her on him again.

“Are you okay, baby? You ready for more?”

His more pupils dilated animalistically at this promise of more, because that’s what he needed. More, more, more. He was weak for her, he needed her to finish him even if she was also weak herself.

She gripped his hips and aligned the well lubricated pink toy with his entrance. The sensitive muscle spasming from the cool touch. Orihime pushed just the head of the painfully human toy gently through and ran her fingers through his hair coaching him to breath and relax. As she felt his anatomy loosen, she inched further in until she’d sheathed herself fully in him.

Ulqiuorra barred his fangs, and hissed as he fought to relax around her, the stretch was unlike anything he’d felt before. Although, the toy didn’t compare at all to his size or shape, he knew this must be how Orihime felt as a virgin being taken by him and he felt a twinge of pain as he knew he’d hurt her.

He began to whimper under her touch, panting as the toy sat near his prostate. His cock growing impossibly hard, he began moving his hips against her desperate for friction. She’d never seen such her masculine, powerful human-like man melt under her like this.

She pulled him up against her chest, holding him close and stroking his cock and she pistoned her hips into him softly. He was mewling and moaning a mantra of her name, and “princess” and begging for her to not stop.

“Please, Princess, please don’t stop.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Shhhh, you’re being such a good boy for me.” Her feminine, seductive voice invaded his mind and he became overcome as he smelled her potent arousal knowing that he could do nothing but let her finish him.

His eyes threatened to bleed black, his claws elongating from the surge passion. Mismatched lips over gnashing teeth and she watched him unravel for her as her hips and hands never showed him any mercy. He reached behind him, desperate to feel her skin. He dug his nails into her hip, and formed a death grip on the harness.

“You’re close. Be a good boy, cum for me.”

Black tears fell from his eyes as a rough, unrestrained moan left him. “Hime, fuck”

His thick, inky seed spurting from his abused cock. She slowed her hand and continued gently stroking his porcelain flesh. The stark contrast of his cum on his skin to remind her he was a Hollow. Orihime stilled her hips as his orgasm crashed over him and allowed him to slip free of her, falling onto his front into the mattress. His hips tenderly rutting into the bed to rub out the last of his orgasm. He whined as his oversensitive skin touched the fabric.

Ulqiuorra’s chest was heaving until his breath finally slowed. Orihime allowed him to rest because if she would have seen him prematurely he might have lost himself and ravaged her human body. She couldn’t handle him at full strength and she was thankful he’d always be able to hold back for her pleasure and safety.

She freed herself from the harness and nestled into his side. The next time she saw his eyes, they’d returned to their normal state. He looked exhausted and any trace of stress that contaminated him before was now gone and all that remained was adoration for her.

He tossed his arm around her and pulled her closer, protectively shielding her from the outside world. Ironic because he was the only dangerous thing in this room currently.

After a moment, he curiously asked, “Princess, where did you obtain such a contraption.”

Motioning toward the strap and humanoid dildo that was slick with lube laying on the edge of the bed.

“Oh, Grimmjow got it for me. Said it would look good on me, that he picked it out special.”

Ulqiuorra pulled his face away to stare at her in bewilderment. She’d left him utterly speechless.

Orihime gently pegging Ulquiorra?

Yes Anon i like the way you think 😏

#fanfiction #bleach #fanfic inspo #ulquiorra bleach #ulquiorra x orihime #ulquiorra cifer #ulquihime #monster #he gets pegged #orihime inoue #orihime #orihime bleach #espada #vasto lorde #good boy

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Orihime gently pegging Ulquiorra?

Yes Anon i like the way you think 😏

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I didn’t know I needed Ex-husband!Gojo this bad but i do… 🫠🤸🏻‍♀️🥵

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 | 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

cw/ tw. fem!reader, obsessive behavior (Gojo's just a man that's in love with his ex wife), jealousy, unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names (ex. baby), their kid is an oc | wc. 600+

an. this has been in my wips for a minute T^T

Ex-husband!Gojo who thinks because he’s practically at your house all week, that he should just live there, but you always giggle whenever he brings it up, reminding him of boundaries and the fact that you're not married anymore.

The one time you relent is when he and your four-year-old daughter, Mio, wear matching pouts, pleading to let him spend the night. 

“He’ll come back—”

“But mommy,” Mio's sticky little fingers curl into her light-blue tutu, cheeks ruddy and puffed out. “Daddy and I aren’t done with our tea party. Please, mommy!”

“Yeah, mommy, please.” 

You hate how your cheeks grow warm at the pet name Gojo’s called you since your daughter was born. And you can’t help thinking he set your daughter up to this with the way the corner of his mouth twitches up into a subtle smirk.

Rolling your eyes, you tell them, okay, but don’t forget to leave out the part where he has to sleep on the couch.

Ex-husband!Gojo who crawls into your bed late that night with the excuse that your couch is too hard, though you know it’s just an excuse to cuddle because he’s humming into your slightly damp hair from your shower and falling asleep seconds later.

Ex-husband!Gojo who gets jealous when he finds out you have a date, and opens your front door before you can get there first to size up the guy you met at Mio's dance class: Eric, an investment banker and notably quiet.

After several seconds, Gojo decides that he's unimpressed.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Gojo," you hiss, shoving him aside and apologizing to Eric who's nervously shifting on his feet in your entryway. "Sorry, he's my babysitter—"

"Husband—"

"Ex-husband."

Semantics, he thinks, and smirks at your date when you press a kiss against Gojo's chin out of habit before you leave. 

Ex-husband!Gojo who can tell that your date didn't go well when you push through the front door. Alone.

He pauses the movie he was watching and opens his arms for you to crawl into after you toe off your shoes.

"Tell me about it," he whispers into your hair once you’re squished tight against his side. “How’d it go?”

Ex-husband!Gojo who cheers you up by letting you ride his cock right there on the living room couch, his eyes roving over every perfect inch of you and taking you in like it's the first time, and he doesn’t think that feeling will ever go away.

His fingers dig into your hips, easily guiding you up and down in his lap like you weigh nothing, making sure to grind you down so his tip bumps into that spot he knows makes your toes curl.

"That's it—fuck," he grunts when your tight little cunt squeezes around him and he leans forward to suck a kaleidoscope of marks across your chest. "You look so hot bouncing on my cock like that. You’re so fucking good."

"Toru," you moan, your fingers biting into his biceps. "More, please."

You don't have to beg him twice for Gojo to plant his feet onto the floor and hold your hips still so he can roughly thrust up into your wet-hot heat. Soft squeals fall between your kiss-bitten lips, and his stomach does somersaults knowing that he's the only one that gets to see you this way—that gets to hold, kiss, and love you this way.

"Is this what you wanted, baby?" He laughs breathily when you babble an incoherent reply back to him, reaching down to thumb at your messy clit. "It's okay. I'll fuck you whenever you want. You won't need to find anyone else, I promise."

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Jealousy is Learned

Orihime is cornered by Grimmjow and Ulquiorra has learned a new emotion. He’s still unsure about most of his emotions but one thing he knows for sure is he doesn’t want Grimmjow’s paws on his Orihime. 

Word count: 2.8k

Tags and warnings: nsfw 18+, f/m, Ulquiorra x Orihime, more monsterf***ing, jealousy trope, Grimmjow is taunting, still love him though, this one is more quick and to the point, I need that fucking bat

This is a part two, or a spinoff, of Teaching Pleasure. Oh, what I would give to have a jealous Ulquiorra on top of me. 

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“Ulqiuorra!” The obnoxious screech that was Grimmjow nearly shook the walls. He acted as if he didn’t know that Ulqiuorra met with Lord Aizen at this time every week. Like it was a surprise he was here at this time. 

“Grimmjow” he responded, as he walked near the center of the room, closing the distance between him and the other Espada. “Who’s your friend?” Ulqiuorra added, nodding toward the petite blonde human girl who was completely nude, save for the thin black g-string, a silk blind fold and matching black stilettos.

“Oh, this one? Just got her last week. Gonna to add her to my collection.” He winked, tugging at the black collar and delicate chain the girl donned, as Ulqiuorra gave him an unflinching deadpan stare “Name is… um- well that doesn’t matter.” 

Ulqiuorra nodded in acknowledgment, hoping that the cat would find his interest somewhere else and leave him to prepare for Lord Aizen’s meeting. He tried but couldn’t ignore the enslaved human girl, she was obedient that’s for sure. She stood at Grimmjow’s side while he eyed up her curves, completely unknowing of how probed she was being. Her hands held each other at her center, pushing her breasts together so they perked up to meet Grimmjow’s gaze. Her pouty lips open were swollen and reddened like he’d just abused them before this. 

Grimmjow gave a teasing slap to the girl’s ass, startling her, causing a choked gasp to escape her as she stepped forward to catch her balance. The cat turned his attention back to Ulqiuorra, giving him a wicked smile as he refused to turn away from the interaction. 

“Oh, Ulqiuorra, don’t they just make the most seductive little sounds. But… I think we both know they’re not innocent at all.” Ulqiuorra said nothing as Grimmjow turned back to the blonde victim of his current attraction, he watched as Grimmjow cupped her at apex of her thighs hauling her closer to him. 

“You’re a little human slut aren’t you. Tell Ulqiuorra what a bad girl you’ve been.” Ulqiuorra watched as she blindly searched the room to confess her sins to him but just as she dropped her jaw to speak, Grimmjow shushed her. “Actually, I think you should keep that pretty mouth closed, it’s only good open when my cock is in it.”

Ulqiuorra shifted, growing uncomfortable with the exchange before him. Grimmjow withdrew his hand from the girls crotch, noting the thin coat of slick on his fingers. “Fuck, these human girls get so fucking wet. Don’t they, Ulqiuorra?” 

Ulqiuorra narrowed his eyes at Grimmjow who was giving him a knowing, feline smirk. What the fuck is he playing at. “You are truly distasteful.” Was all he could manage to say, halfway not caring for Grimmjow’s sexual tendencies while at the same time wanting to inquire about that last statement. 

Just as Ulqiuorra was about to question him, the large doors to the vast conference room cracked open. Not enough to welcome Lord Aizen, but enough to grab the attention of both Espadas occupying the room. 

Grimmjow gave a cheeky smile, showing his fangs, welcoming another human girl. He licked his lips as Orihime slowly and bashfully walked toward them. Her petite frame topped with full breasts and long, thick fire kissed hair had Grimmjow nearly dropping his leash on his now forgotten bimbo. 

“Orihime, so happy you could join us.” Grimmjow chirped, Ulqiuorra gave her a nod and turned his full attention to the malicious cat in front of him, praying that he would step out of line so he could put an end to all of their suffering. 

“I was summoned by Lord Aizen to meet him here, but I think there’s been a mistake. I must be in the wrong room.” Her sweet voice filled the air.

“No, you are in the right place just early. Please join us, stay a while.” Ulqiuorra’s gaze was shooting daggers at Grimmjow now. He continued, “I know you’re no stranger to this ray of sunshine.” Grimmjow continued, gesturing toward Ulqiuorra. “Tell me, is he always like this? Even in your quarters? Alone?” 

Orihime’s eyes widened as she began to fumble for words while Grimmjow was watching her every move like a hawk. “I-I don’t know… what you’re talking about.” 

Grimmjow gave a tight laugh and looked back to the blonde, setting her leash in her own hands. He gripped her shoulder tightly and whispered, “Why don’t you stay here and wait for me. Show me that you can be a good girl.” He commanded her. 

He then made a beeline to Orihime, and began to circle her like she was prey. “Oh! Ulqiuorra she lies!” 

“That is enough, Grimmjow.” Ulqiuorra’s jaw was nearly grinding his teeth to dust. 

Orihime began to tremble as she felt Grimmjow’s presence closing in behind her. He began to taunt Ulqiuorra, which was a brave choice even for Grimmjow. “No, Ulqiuorra, it’s not. See you’ve been absent from Espada official business lately. Which is going to really hurt our cause if one of our strongest players is not at his peak performance. Maybe Orhime here knows why you’ve been so busy.” 

Ulqiuorra did not want to show this weakness to Grimmjow, he did not want to show her as a weakness in him, but Grimmjow had already crossed a line by scaring her. 

His front now pressing against her backside as he bent to whisper in her ear, both of them locking eyes with Ulqiuorra. “I know that you’ve tamed the Espada.” 

Orihime gasped and squeezed her eyes shut, silently pleading Ulqiuorra to not react. She could feel Grimmjow’s open chest and strong muscular core against her. She gasped as his breath shuddered into her ear and he snapped his jaw closed making his teeth clink together. Orihime jumped at the noise, and he grinded his now hard cock into her ass, holding her in place by her arms.

Ulqiuorra placed his hand on his Zanpakto, not drawing it fully but enough to get Grimmjow’s attention. 

In response, Grimmjow withdrew himself from Orihime, retrieving the chain from his blonde whore. “Well, I better get going. My new pet is tired of waiting and she deserves a treat for being such a good girl.” 

As Grimmjow made his way to the exit, whore in tow. Ulqiuorra watched him until the door behind him shut them out, he released a ragged breath and turned to Orihime. Observing her for visible injuries but not touching her from fear of watchful eyes. 

“Go back to your room, woman.” 

“But Lord Aizen…” 

He gave an agitated sigh, “That was Grimmjow, not Lord Aizen. Go.”

“Ulqiuorra…” 

“Go! Now.” He commanded her, Orihime winced in response and made haste to her room. 

She didn’t see Grimmjow again and she didn’t leave her room again for the rest of the day. What did this mean now for her and Ulqiuorra. He’d been with her several times since she taught him pleasure, desperate for her touch and feigning for that raw passion. Now that  Grimmjow knew, where would he go with this information.

Orihime’s door opened, and slammed into the wall behind it. She abruptly stood and nearly ran toward a fuming Ulqiuorra in the doorway. A turbulent storm of emotion swimming in his eyes, he was unreadable. He must have just left his meeting with Aizen. 

He roughly grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her against the wall. Gnashing his teeth in her direction, as she tried to reach for his wrists before he bruised her. 

“Ulqui- please. You’re hurting…”

“What does it mean!?” He demanded, pushing her shoulders further into the wall.

“Wha- what?” She winced, needing to defuse him quickly. Searching his glowing green eyes as the sclera threatened to bleed black.

“What does it mean when I hate to see him touching you like that!? What does it mean when I think about you under him and feel unbridled anger!?” 

He was fuming, deeply breathing, while she stared at him searching for words. He relaxed his grip on her shoulders slowly. She placed a hand on his cheek and felt the heat under his skin. 

“Ulqiuorra, I think you’re… jealous.” 

“Jealous.” He repeated back to her. 

“It’s a normal feeling… when you care about someone.” She gently confessed. 

“This. This will never be normal. He will never touch you like that again.” 

Ulqiuorra stared down at her for a moment before gripping her hair in a tight fist and hauling her head back to expose her neck to him. He flattened his tongue onto the column of her throat and licked until her pulse thrummed on tongue. 

“I can taste your sweat and smell your arousal, woman.” He spit his words at her as she felt her heart begin to race in excitement now, instead of fear. She moaned in response to him and he pressed his core to hers. 

He slipped his thigh between her legs and Orihime felt a gentle throb bloom at the site. He gripped her jaw firmly in his hands and kissed her pouty lips until she was gasping and when she begged for a moment to catch her breath he pulled her in at the waist eliciting a weak whine from her lips. He grinded her core against his thigh and let her coat his robes in her slick. He would wear this as a Medal of Honor. 

Ulqiuorra stripped Orihime of her top and slung it to the floor as if it offended him. Her full breasts bounced free like they were being suffocated under the tight article. He grabbed her breast and sucked at her rosy nipple, she tangled her hands in his hair and watched as her sensitive flesh was consumed by mismatched lips. 

He came up for air burying his face in her neck as he tried to slow his racing heart. Orihime took advantage of this opportunity to begin tearing at his clothes, feigning to feel his smooth skin against hers. He helped her shed the prison of material, freeing his chest that was heaving. She stripped herself of the rest of her clothes and he matched her. 

Their bodies now molded to each other perfectly, now creating one whole when they found themselves intimately like this. His cock stood at attention for her and he was taken by surprise when she reached for it uninhibited and unafraid of one of the most powerful creatures in the realm. She gave him two agonizing strokes, coaxing beads of precum to soak the head of his inhuman cock.

Maybe she did tame him, or maybe he let her. 

She playfully pushed his chest and he stumbled onto the bed, his dick now an angry red at the tip from the increased blood flow. It looked quite villainous against his porcelain skin. He gave her a wicked smirk and pulled her to his lap, her ass perched on his thigh and his chest against her shoulder blades. 

He craned his head to her ear and bit onto her lobe, his hands roving her curvy human figure, feeling all the tender flesh that wasn’t meant for destruction like his. He began placing hot open mouthed kisses under her ear, nipping and sucking and purposefully marking her in some places. 

Orhime was weak to the assault on her neck, she was oblivious to the way he was guiding her legs to either side of him, spreading her open like she was in the centerfold of one of her magazines. She finally came back to her senses when she felt cool air on her soaked cunt. She moaned and reached behind her to grab a handful of his silky hair. 

He guided his hand to her core and began rubbing circles, teasing her entrance. Her swollen clit begging for attention and the jealous Espada denying her request for him to touch her there.

His other hand rolled her nipple in his fingers, digging his nails into her breast. She’d grown fond of the claw marks after one of their nights together, he enjoyed observing the claw marks he left with as well. 

Orihime gasped as she felt two of his long, delicate fingers slip past her folds and into her. He slowly coated his fingers in her nectar and watched as his fingers thrusted in and out of her pink pussy. She instinctively grinded her ass into his lap feeling his stiff cock under her, he groaned as her hips were unrelenting against him. 

Ulqiuorra took back his control when he began making come hither ministrations inside of her, and her legs threatened to close around his hand but his strong thighs held her just. He cooed at her in her ear as her hand tightened in his hair and her hand gripped his bicep with strength unlike her. 

“Fuck- Ulqiuorr-ahhh. Oh-“ she whimpered as she rested her head onto his shoulder. 

Her neglected clit, swollen and throbbing as he abused that sweet spot inside of her. He kissed her cheek as she released a agonized moan, his heightened senses now unable to ignore the smell of her sex and it was coating his tongue and invading him. He needed to bury himself and all this anger at Grimmjow into her. 

He slowly stilled his fingers, relishing in the rhythmic contraction of her cunt. He withdrew them and held them to his lips, curiously analyzing the juice coating his fingers. 

Orihime watched him with big doe eyes as he lapped up the nectar that threatened to drip from his fingers. He stared at her with heavy lidded eyes as he sucked on one of the invading fingers and offered her the second one. 

She wrapped her puffy lips around his elegant finger and began to suck. He chewed at his bottom lip and couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. She could have easily passed for a siren in this moment, he was completely in a trance as she continued to suck herself off his fingers while staring into his tortured soul. 

And she thought he was the demon. She’s got it all wrong. 

He hissed as she gave his fingers a final, hard suck and he withdrew them. She felt his cock twitch underneath her. He helped guide her weak legs closed and she gracefully stood. 

Ulqiuorra laid to his side, his lean, toned figure bare before her. He propped his head on his hand, his cock dripping thick beads of precum. Orihime was nearly caught in a trance at the sight of him. He was undeniably inhuman, and otherworldly, but so are angels. 

He outstretched his hand to her, an offering to be under his spell. He needed to bury the thoughts of another man in her, he needed to claim her again like he’d done several times before. 

“Join me, Orihime.” His deep voice invaded her head and she grabbed his hand. He pulled her to his side and turned so that he was hovering over her on his supporting hand.

They locked eyes as he hoisted her leg into his arm and found his placement between her legs. Her other leg remained bedridden at his thigh. He sat back onto his haunches and lined up his thick ringed cock to her core, lowering his face to hers he began to kiss her gently. A premonitive apology and distraction for the sweet pain she feels when he first enters no matter how much foreplay is done. 

He sheaths himself in her and he hisses when he meets the end of her anatomy, swallowing her gasp in the process. Orihime's walls begin to spasm and slowly relax. Her heavy lidded eyes flutter open and she’s engulfed in a sea of green irises staring back at her. 

Ulqiuorra is desperate for more friction and he holds her leg up, angling her hips so he was pushing into the pillows of her core. His hips slamming into hers at a steady pace, her breasts grazing the soft skin of his chest. Her nipples tracing the spine of the stark number 4 on his chest and she feels something oddly rebellious about that detail and arches her back into him more. 

He rocks back to his knees so he can chase his rapidly nearing orgasm. Orihime reaches for the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs and begins to rub quick circles, instantly Ulqiuorra feels her walls tighten even more around his cock. He growls and sinks his teeth into her calf that rests on his shoulder.

Ulqiuorra’s hips begin to stutter as Orihime moans his beastly name and slows her fingers to just petting the throbbing bulb. She throws her hand back to the mattress and watches as her Hollow comes apart above her. 

He thrusts once more, groaning and growling while her pussy milks his spent cock and her leg trembles on his shoulder. He holds her steady. He whimpers when he puts down her leg and begins to withdraw himself slowly. He runs a hand through his hair gathering himself together. 

“I didn’t know an Espada could get so jealous.” She teased. He’d gotten so much better at understanding teasing. 

“You’re mine, woman” She knew he wasn’t joking, he’d fervently claimed her before. She knew that he would continue to do it because it was a natural possessiveness in all Hollows. Honestly, she didn’t mind.

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[kaiochi]

What kinks do you all what to see in fics? I’m writing again and I want to give back to the community. Kink safe space, as always. 🫡

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[kaiochi]

grimmjow who get overstimulated easily and can’t help but become a mess when he’s inside you or you’re inside him 😩. his moans and whimpers would be heavenly and he’s unintentionally purring which stirs you up more to make cum more n more

ෆ    ִ      ׁ   sub grimmjow

cw; dom reader, gender neutral, overstimulation, vocal sub, grimmjow purring, this man being such a mes, reader taking grimmjow cock, but there is no mention of gender, mention of kitty?

imagine grimmjow the ever confident, sarcastic and brutal man. being in a state of pure submission, melted by your words and caresses.

thump thump, his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. his heated cheeks and his dilated eyes said it all. he was so horny.

"easy kitty, keep moving your hips, keep going, like that... very good." the man was moving fast, looking for that friction, over and over again. he had already come once, but he was still hard and he loved being over stimulated.

"haaaa.. (name), i feel like I'm coming..., your hands are.. mhhg." he came completely with a grunt all over your hands. the blue haired guy was breathing heavily, letting out moans.

you massaged his cock again, covering it all with his cum. slowly, you touched his tip with your fingers, making him jump. "(name)" he moaned.

you raised an eyebrow and bit your lips, looking at him. seeing him all destroyed, exhilarated and in his weakest state, it turned you on.

"you want to be inside me, don't you? you're such a needy little kitten."

the man shook his head frantically as a sign of yes. even though he was on the edge, he wanted you to keep over-stimulating him inside you. pervert &lt;3

taking his length of flesh, stifling a couple of moans, you pulled his throbbing cock into you, taking his length of flesh. 

as you did so grimmjow began to moan and exhale loudly. he bit his lips, touched your skin pulling you closer. burying himself deeper. feeling the friction of both sexes moaning endlessly. 

you kept moving, front and back. you hugged him to feel him closer. you grabbed the back of his neck and caressed it, kissed his ear. you licked his lobe listening to him purring. how cute &lt;3

"you feel so warm, i love it, ahg, i adore it so much (name).. it makes me faint."

you accelerated your movements, you felt him trembling, he probably wasn't going to last long again. but he kept enjoying how his cock kept stimulating until his face was covered with tears.

"ahg, haaa, yes, like this..." he continued to whine and purr like a cute kitten. he looked so cute like this.

"fuck fuck, again, i come again..." he moaned so much, he was so loud when he was inside you. it was unbelievable. but you loved seeing him like that, unable to contain himself, he moaned, he grunted, he purred. 

who would have thought, his mouth was starting to drool, he couldn't help it. it was too good for him.

so you speed up your movements, you wanted him to come again, you wanted to see his face of pleasure as he did it.

see how he rolled his eyes, started moaning so high pitched, just like a girl. see how he almost fainted from cumming again. but he came again with his cock hard and ready to cum until he cried. over and over again.

"name, name, name." he kept calling you as his cock kept going in and out of you. without controlling his sinful mouth, he kept begging you. asking you to fuck him until he came. 

"more, more and more and more."

[kaiochi]

Do you have any more ulquihime fanfics or drafts?

I do have another one that’s almost finished!

[kaiochi]

Do you have any rules?

Well no minors for sure. I’m not really sure of other rules. 😅

[kaiochi]

Grimmjow is barely holding it together around you and finally he’s got to let some pressure off. You’re teasing him and whether you’re trying to or not, it’s getting to him.

Word count: 1.9k

Tags and warnings: nsfw 18+, f/m, grimmjow x reader, masturbation, a tiny bit of voyeurism if you squint (you get watched while you’re asleep), there is no plot to this, cussing, several F bombs dropped, detailed descriptions of anatomy

This was originally supposed to be a part of a 3 to 4 part series, but I am way too impatient to keep this in my drafts. I still may write the other parts and include this but for now I am sharing it with you. It’s a short little thing, straight to business kind of fic and I think we can all appreciate that every once in a while. Anyway, I’m on my knees for Grimmjow right now. I would be the whore of Las Noches, I just know it. Also, I love reading your comments, they crack me up. Enjoy!

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This little arrangement that Aizen made for you and Grimmjow was ridiculous. He knows a man like Grimmjow, one who only works well with others when he wants to. Doesn’t help at all that you’re female, meaning you like to argue and you’re late to training because you didn’t like the pants you put on the first time. Hell, if it was up to him he’d ban clothes for training, it would benefit you and him. You’re attractive but you’re a fucking Soul Reaper, you’re off limits to him. Even so, he’s still convinced that he’s training you to kill him. Why Aizen made you go to a desolate boot camp at one of his safe houses to train 1:1 with Grimmjow only, he didn’t know.

All he knew for sure was that you keep prancing around with your hair hanging down your back. You keep tiptoeing around the house all happy and cheerful while Grimmjow has to hide his hard dick. I mean spending every minute with somebody can really build some tension, and you’re lying if you think any different. He’s never had to fucking hide it beforet though, whenever he sees something (or someone) he wants he gets it. Grimmjow has never had to hold back his urges, he’s pretty popular with the ladies.

You’re different though, don’t ask him why. He just knows. You’re different.

He’s shaken from his thoughts when you’d finally come to bed. After an hour long shower, and soaking your muscles from an intense training session, you climb into bed with an oversized tshirt on. As if that shirt hid anything like he didn’t just have you in a choke hold, your backside pressed firmly into him while he coached you into trying to free yourself during training.

“Mm g’night, Grimm” you slurred, sleepy words to him. Turning over on the opposite side so that your back was to him. Gravity let the shirt hang loosely over your ass and accentuated your waist.

Why the fuck do you refuse to wear pants or shorts or something to bed?! Instead, you rely on bikini style underwear to keep you modest, and they fail miserably every time. Your cheeky ass peeking from under the shirt, like you were teasing him.

“Goodnight” he gave a gruff one word response through gritted teeth.

If you were baiting him it wouldn’t work. He would not let himself fall into whatever little Soul Reaper trap you had planned for him. Could you at least not kill him with his dick hard.

You adjusted yourself, trying to get comfortable in bed. Wiggling your nearly bare ass under the blanket to where you were only a couple inches from him and if he would have removed his hand from where it rested on his chest then he would have a handful of your perky little ass.

Just trying to get comfortable, ch- yeah right.

Well Grimmjow was far from that, in fact there was no way he could sleep right now. He pulled the blanket up over his bare chest and stared into the black abyss that was the ceiling.

Finally, your breathing slowed to a deep, steady pace. Grimmjow’s eyes closed softly as sleep began to take over him.

That was, until, you once again shifted and ended up laying on your front. Chest pressed into the bed, legs splayed under the blanket so that your ass created a hump under the blanket. When you turned you nuzzled your face into the pillow and you broke the silence with a soft, mewling, “mmm Grimm”.

What the fuck?! She’s dreaming of me and moaning?!

Grimmjow peeked under the blanket and with his heightened senses, the smell of your arousal made him drunk.

He inhaled a sharp breath as he felt gooseflesh bloom on his skin.

“Ah, fuck!” Grimmjow cursed under his breath, feeling his growing erection in his boxer briefs. He threw the covers off of him, careful not to disturb you, and began stumbling for the bedroom door.

He held his stiff cock over the fabric of his underwear, sliding his shoulder on the wall for guidance as he cursed you for doing this to him. You were such a fucking tease. He might be part Hollow but he is also still a man and you are off limits for him as a Soul Reaper and apprentice so why do you keep flaunting your tight little ass and slender legs around. Why do you keep giving him those innocent doe eyes and refusing to wear a bra when it’s just you and him.

“Fuck, fuck…” he hissed as he found the couch and flopped down long ways on it. Huffing trying to catch his breath and palming himself over his boxers. He knew he had to be quiet, and more than anything he just hoped he could just calm himself down and then return to bed to sleep.

Every time he thought he was getting somewhere with that plan, he could hear your sleepy little moan on repeat in his head. You moaned his name, what the fuck were you dreaming about?... Please tell me… please show me… he thought.

He was breathing heavily again, completely washing away all his hard work of trying to calm down. At last, he pulled his cock from the tight confines of his underwear, it sprang free all red and angry at him for trying to suppress his primal instinct to fuck. Grimmjow was at war with himself. Part of him, his Hollow form, wanted him to take you the minute he smelled your arousal. The other part of him, his Soul Reaper and Human form, wanted him to remember that you are his apprentice and you’re only here to learn.

Grimmjow gripped his thick, bulbous cock in his hand. He hissed at the physical contact. He was so hard already, having built up this pressure for a couple weeks while trying to deny his feelings for you. He supposed it was just all hitting him at once.

He gave a gentle squeeze just under the head and immediately clear drops of pre cum leaked from the tip. “Ahh~ sshhhit” he hissed and started slowly pumping his fist.

His other large hand rose to his chest, feeling the thin layer of sweat that gathered there. His fingertips just grazed his hardened nipples, they were so sensitive and he thought about yours and all the times they were peaked and bouncing with your every step.

He pumped harder into his hand, taking his bottom lip between his teeth, trying desperately to be quiet. He brought the hand that was wrapped around his cock to his mouth, coating his palm in saliva and slathering it along his throbbing dick.

“Mmmm~” he wondered how wet you were right now, was your slick soaking your panties the way it should be soaking his dick? He wanted to get lost in you, to just release all this built up pressure and fill you with his cum. You deserved it, you’ve been training so hard, just working your ass off to get stronger and he fucking loved that determination. It was sexy.

He looked down to his hand, the tip of his length shining a blistering red from the increased blood flow. His hips instinctively rolled into his hand, his muscles tightening in his core letting him know that his release was nearly there. He ran a sweaty palm through his blue mess of hair.

Oh how part of him wanted you to find him like this. Half of him wanted you to walk up to him licking your lips and sitting your pretty pussy on his stiff cock, in the state he’s in he would let you have control. He’s at your mercy. The other part of him wanted you to sleep and rest your aching muscles, so that you would never find him so vulnerable.

“Name name name” your name a mantra on his tongue.

He was close, so close.

A deep purr began to resonate in his chest, it was his inner cat and sometimes he couldn’t hold it back. A heated blush covered his cheeks at the primal trait.

Images of you under him with your hair a mess across his pillow, legs splayed and him nestled in between as he pistoned in and out of you. The conjured image of what you must look like when you cum couldn’t have been better than the real thing. He thought of how your lips must drop and your pretty eyes flutter open staring at him like he’s a god as you come apart under him. How you call him Grimm and that he knew for a fact you would be pulling his icy blue hair and moaning that nickname into his ear.

The knot in Grimmjow’s lower belly split. His back arching off the couch, toes curling as his orgasm hit him hard. He released a guttural moan and he didn’t know how you slept through it. His seed soaked his palm and he continued to stroke himself lightly, milking his cock for all it’s worth because next time he won’t be pumping into his fist. Next time he’ll be pumping into you.

“Look at this fucking mess, look what you did to me” he whispered to himself, huffing and sitting up on the couch.

He stood up careful with his messy hand and made his way back to the bedroom to check on you. Sure enough you were just as he left you, laying on your front where he could easily take you in your sleep but he would hold off for the time being.

Grimmjow then made a beeline for the shower. His hair now clung to his forehead and neck from the sweat. He was going to need more than just cum rag to clean this up. He ran himself a cold shower, letting the water cleanse him and wash over his broad shoulders. Even though he’d just came praising your name he still felt a bit unsatisfied. He was sure he would be until he buried his cock in you.

He slowly and quietly made his way back to the bedroom with a towel wrapped snuggly around his waist. He watched you sleep while standing at the door. Removing the towel leaving himself bare in front of your unsuspecting form, he continued drying his chest and hair. He was never shy, but he wasn’t ready for you to see him in such a vulnerable state.

He loved the sounds you made while you slept, your deep breaths sounded almost like a soft purr. Grimmjow’s dick twitched as he felt it growing. He cursed under his breath and tore his eyes away from you.

Donning a new pair of boxers he crawled back into bed. He was a safe, friendly distance of 12 inches away. You were so close he could feel the warmth radiating from your body.

He must have disturbed you getting back in bed because in the softest, sleepiest voice he’d ever heard you whispered to him… “Grimm, are you okay?”

Your eyes were still closed but his were analyzing every detail of you. “Yeah, just couldn’t sleep. It’s okay” he reassured you. You “hmm”d in response and immediately fell back to sleep. Grimmjow was jealous of you the next morning in training because he’d barely gotten any rest.

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