✦–professional Slacker 🗣️ˎˊ˗ ——–——––--

The first time….

The faint gasp he unconsciously lets out when he sees you naked for the first time.

The throaty grunt he lets loose when he enters your pussy for the first time.

The involuntary groan that escapes his lips when you climax and clamp down his length for the first time.

The uncontrollable string of moans and chants that spill out with his cum, coating your walls with his warm thick seed for the first time.

The audible breaths against your ears, his warm cheeks pressed against yours as he recovers from his first release inside you.

here i go being horny on the tl again 🫣

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What would the bleach men think if you told them you wanted a collar on?

These men would smirk or chuckle, finding your request both entertaining and enticing. They’d probably (definitely) tease you about it, making playful remarks before giving in. Whether they saw it as a mark of ownership, or just something fun, they wouldn’t hesitate to go along with it—likely making a show of fastening it around your neck themselves followed by some remark, “perfect little pet, all dolled up for me. All mine.”

— Shunsui, Gin, Kisuke, Askin, Shinji, Bazz-B, Grimmjow

These men would take the request seriously, seeing it as an act of belonging—whether to them specifically or as a statement of devotion. They would personally acquire a collar designed just for you—their insignia on it—and fit your status in their eyes. They might not outright voice their possessiveness, but the way they handled the situation—adjusting the collar to sit just right, ensuring it suited your appearance—would make their feelings clear. “You were made to wear this. Perfect.”

— Byakuya, Jugram, Aizen, Ulquiorra, Yhwach

They’d be more reserved in their reaction, tilting their head in curiosity before ultimately nodding in approval. Their acceptance wouldn’t be rooted in possessiveness but rather in the idea that if it made you happy, they saw no harm in it. Some might ask for your reasoning out of simple curiosity, while others would quietly admire how it suited you. Starrk, in particular, would appreciate the casualty of the gesture rather than the meaning. “You look lovely, the colour suits you well. I hope you’re comfortable.”

— Jushiro, Kira, Hisagi, Starrk, Uryu, Toshiro (Adult), Ryuken

They wouldn’t put too much thought into the deeper meaning behind it. If you wanted a collar, fine—who were they to argue? Ichigo and Renji might turn a little red if the request implied something intimate, but they’d ultimately agree, especially if they saw how much you wanted it. “Can’t believe you actually want this? Can’t I just get you a necklace or somethin’?” Kenpachi, on the other hand, would grin and make some offhand remark about it looking good on you before moving on with his day.

— Ichigo, Renji, Kenpachi

For @tomitsulikeslemons~

I did my best, but figure drawing has never been one of my strengths. I couldn’t help but emo-fy him, and then the pen slipped as I was finishing shadowing his face. It’s fine. This is fine.

@soprawrites putting the spooky content on my feed YESSSSS 💜🖤💜🖤💜

🪡🐈‍⬛🌙🪦💜

My confession... someone tell Shinji to fuck me in front of the bathroom mirror already😫

nsfw. Smut. Not sure if you read this post but i got you 🩷

“Ye like that don't ya? Watchin’ yer greedy pussy swallow my cock? Hmmm?”, he hummed behind you, barely able to keep his own composure. It was damn hot to have a front row seat to his own fucking session. Shinji knew best how the visuals can mess with your head because he was pretty close to creaming your hole.

You let out some incoherent nonsense, unable to respond between your cascade of orgasms. Watching yourself getting fucked senselessly had you overstimulated to the point of no return.

“What was that, doll? Want a better view?”. And with that ‘misunderstanding’—he grabbed you by the thighs, lifted you off the floor and pulled your legs apart. He continued to hump you from behind, like an animal, balls slapping hard against your cheeks.

“Fuck doll. I needa cum. Too sexy”. He succumb to his own reflection and began shooting his seed.

Lush ribbons of cream filled your holes like an eclair, the excess stuffing spilled out from around the circumference of his girth. He held you close against his chest, warm sweaty bodies sticking together while cum continued to drip from where you two were connected.

“Shit. Babe. I know ya too fucked out but wanna try this again? Upside down this time?”

Shinji didn't last 5 minutes against gravity.

I totally forgot to upload these yesterday! I made Shinji a little birthday cake! 🎂💞

I was trying buttercream transfers, a new technique for me, and I think it came out pretty well! I can't help but feel his eyes look a little cursed, though lol.

A different transfer I was going to use but decided against is under the cut, along with the reference images!

Kisuke x Reader : New Dress?

Hi!!!! So I tried to write a little blurb/oneshot for first time!!!! I hope y’all enjoy! Feel free to leave feedback! I had my friend choose the character cuz I couldn’t decide and she said Kisuke just looked like he served so !!!

Only warning is slightly suggestive?

W/c: 400

The sun was gleaming on Karakura town. The weather was finally nice enough to where your new sundress that had been hung up awaiting the day it finally saw light. It had a fitted top with a deep sweetheart neckline and a lace lined skirt, that perfectly swayed at each rock of your hips.

When Kisuke had scene you open up the door to his shop, he was not prepared for the sight before him; the sun beaming across your side shining along your hair in the soft breeze and guiding his eye down your figure in the dress. He was almost happy his face was covered with his fan as his jaw dropped upon seeing you. His eyes lingered on the plunging neckline as well as the bare legs that were exposed to him, and he so wished to see the remainder that hid underneath that skirt.

“Good morning Kisuke!” She’d said almost too sweetly for him. He replied in his usually bubbly manner as she strided up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek unbeknownst to him, leaving a stain in her wake as she giggled at the sight. The bold color against his pale skin making quite the statement.

“That’s a new dress isn’t it?” Asked Kisuke still a little shocked at the unknown outfit before him, as he was usually the reviewer for the try-on haul after shopping.

“Yes! I got it as a little present due to working so much back during the holidays, and since the weather is finally nice enough, I thought it’d be perfect for today! What do you think?” Her eyes flickered up inquisitively with dashes of excitement about the item as he pondered looking her up and down for another few moments.

“It looks quite good on you. But I know how it would look better. . .” He slowly puts his hands on her waist giving a slight squeeze.

Knowing full well of the thoughts of this perverted businessman she leans over towards him, giving quite the teasing view to him, making him look her in the eyes for a moment before looking back. “And how would it look better hmmm??”

He opts to lean forward and stand having her over his shoulder and striding to the bedroom while shouting to Tessai, “Close shop for today. It’s such a nice day might as well enjoy it!”

Me too girl, me too

🆆🅾🆁🅺🅿🅻🅰🅲🅴 🆂🅲🅰🅽🅳🅰🅻

If they had jobs in the world of the living. - part 1

Warning: SMUT, NO MINORS, MORDERN AU, short imagines/drabbles.

AIZEN, GRIMMJOW, JUSHIRO, KENPACHI, SHUHEI, SZAYELAPORRO

Aizen - University Professor

You had questions. You had many questions. And he always had an answer.

It was way past his office hours, yet he still stayed behind to answer your questions. You were a studious student and he intended to reward your diligence. 

You read out loud the poetic phrases you supposedly were struggling to interpret. 

However, you were now struggling to articulate. 

He had an interesting way to lecture you— bent over his sturdy old desk, his naked hips connected to yours and his movements flowed like poetry itself. Your words spilled out, interrupted with the occasional ‘ahhh’ and ‘mmmmph’.

Eventually, he increased his pace, the sound of skin slapping added to the rhythmic beat. At this point, there were no elegant words flowing out of your mouth and you had become nothing but a moaning mess. 

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Grimmjow- Gym Trainer

You hated squats! You couldn't get the form right and it would hurt your knees. And you were growing frustrated.

Grimmjow, your hot personal trainer, had a perfect solution for your squatting problem. 

He stood behind you and guided your motions. “Hinge from the hips. Get that ass touching me”. 

Well, you got the hip hinge part pretty quickly. Your round, soft butt would stick back and out, brushing up against his hand. No wait. His hard abs? His leg? Wait. It was too pointy to be any of those body parts. 

You tried again, movement coming from your hip joints and you stuck out your ass, your stretchy yoga pants accentuating your movements. 

You slowly grind up against him again. You gasped. Did it just grow and twitch? 

“That’s it! Give me 10 of those”, he encouraged. 

The encouragement was enough to keep you going and not question anything. You gave him perfect 10 reps and with each rep, that thing you touched with your butt kept growing. At this point, you know what you were tapping. However, you chose to remain oblivious and innocent. 

After your last rep, you straightened yourself up and squeezed your butt muscles together. You felt the burn in all the right spots! Knees did not hurt. Guess he was a great trainer after all!

“Good job! Now you want to learn how to do some deep sumo squats?”, he asked.

You turned around and noticed the visible tent in his pants. 

“Sure”, you replied. Might as well entertain him and yourself. 

He guided you to the back of the gym and let’s just say you became a master at the sumo squats very quickly. You gave him 3 sets of 20, while he laid on the floor and you used his erect dick as the target for your pussy to sit into.  

“Fuck ya!!! Feel the burn baby! Ya feeling the burn?”

“Yes yes! I feel the burn ugh…i feel the burn!”

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Jushiro - School Teacher 

“Mommy always says you're so beautiful”, the little girl said to her preschool teacher that morning. 

Your daughter and her innocent, unfiltered mouth got you into this mess. 

Mess as in— making out with her teacher— in the classroom after a parents teacher meeting. 

You couldn't avoid it. He approached you with what your daughter had said and you couldn't deny it. He was a gorgeous angel who fell from the heavens. And you wanted a taste of that celestial being. 

And a taste you got! His tongue was really dancing around in your mouth. His hips were grinding against yours, your body pinned against his desk.

You were ready to throw away your dignity and your clothes with it. You could feel his arousal growing-- his hard erection poking you between your legs and teasing your clit as it rubbed against your tight yoga pants. Yes, you were that one parent who wore yoga pants and a crop top to your child's 'parent's teacher meeting' just to have the divine teacher notice you.

Now that he noticed you, you wanted more. Your hand trailed down his chest and towards his pants but he grabbed your wrist to stop you from proceeding any further.

“I can't do this. Not here. The kids sit on those desks. And I have to come back to this place tomorrow". He paused for a second and glanced at the wall clock. "What about the parking lot?"

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Kenpachi- Car Mechanic

He finished giving your car a good tune-up. Now it was your turn!

His greasy, unwashed hands leave stains all over your clothes and he has you spread out on the back seat of your car. He roughly slams his 10 inch cock into your pretty pussy, shaking the entire vehicle with each forceful thrust.

He pulled out his cock and admired how it glistened with your juices. “The oil is very dirty. Gonna replace it”. And he shamelessly stuck himself back inside you.

He doesn't hold back when he unleashes his load inside, unbothered by the fact he creampied you to the brink. He pulls his cock out with his dirty hands and slaps the sensitive tip against your swollen clit, making your flinch. 

“Gotta change the dirty oil often. Come back every week for a fresh refill”.

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Shūhei- Newspaper Editor

Shuhei was beyond stressed. There wasn't much news to report on anymore. Which was a good thing, right? Not for Shuhei. 

Where was the scandal? The tea? The crime?

You, one of the reporters, walked into his office looking just as bored. You were wearing your revealing, low cut top and short skirt. It was always a good idea to look alluring enough to get people to talk— spill the beans— you called it. 

But Shuhei was about to spill his beans. The blush on his face was hard to conceal. What was even more obvious was the growing tent between his legs? 

You thought you were being cautious when you gave him a delicious blow job under the table. Little did you know the newspaper photographer was hiding in one of the supply closets.

The next day.

Headline with a photo: 

Recent scandal in the office: City's most beloved and hard working editor caught in action with a staff member. Eyewitnesses say it began with a simple taste test and quickly escalated into a full-course meal. The editor looked truly refreshed and recharged afterward. 

You wanted some tea. And here you were served a delicious fresh brew with extra rich cream.

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Szayelaporro- Fertility Doctor

100% success rate on the first round. 

What was his secret? 

This was your first visit. The assistant did some blood work and took your vitals. And like any other doctor’s office, you waited….and waited. You almost drifted off while laying on the exam table. 

The doctor finally walked in with a needleless syringe—thicker and longer than usual—filled with his patented ‘magic solution’.

You were already striped and barely covered up by the short and tight hospital gown. 

He didn't say much. Nothing was explained. No risks were discussed. No consent was taken.

His pink hair disappeared between your thighs.  Your legs were already propped up on the stirrups, giving him a perfect view. He parted your soft lips with his hand, the latex fingers rubbing gently against your clit. Your response was unavoidable— a gentle moan had escaped you.

A small grin tugged on his lips but he remained professional and continued to separate your folds, making an opening for his syringe to penetrate through. 

Now he had to insert the entire 8 inch syringe deep inside you until the tip kissed your cervix. You shuddered beneath him, self-control slipping and your mind giving away to momentary pleasure. 

“You shameless creature”, you heard him whisper from below.

A blush grew across your cheeks but you did not stop him. He began to flick his wrist, plunging the syringe in and out of your hole, making a sloppy, slippery mess out of your pussy. 

“This is perfect! The extra fluids and the muscle contractions will help carry the liquid inside and deliver it to the precious egg”, he explained and closely observed your body go into spasm.

He injected the mysterious fluid inside, your body happily accepted it and not a single drop was wasted. 

You quickly changed and made your way out the door, gathering your shame with you. 

Yet you hesitated at the doorway, a burning question pressing on your mind.

“Do I need to have sex with my partner right away?

“Not necessary at all. In fact, you have already conceived”. 

100% success rate was no joke.

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Forgot to give credit where credit was due. Thanks for the suggestions @whatshernameis @kryptoniteforsale