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the big three!

N/SFW ALPHABET | ichigo k. | renji a. | kisuke u. | kenpachi z. | grimmjow j. | sosuke a. |

contents ❥ reader is fem/afab! fluff, smut, panty stealer!renji (he’s a simp ngl), masturbation, kisuke’s part is so unhinged— mentions of a bunch of kinks 😭, exhibitionism (grimmjow’s part), a bit of possessiveness from our baes, overstimulation (aizen and kenpachi’s parts), unprotected sex, mentions of creampie(s) in kenny’s part.

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ICHIGO K. | AFTERCARE . . . the post sex haze makes him fall even more in love with you— your messed up makeup, sweaty body, the soft pants escaping your lips, and those eyes that look at him with pure adoration. he can’t help but lean down, pressing his lips onto yours to savor your kiss one more time.

it’s moments like this that not only makes his heart fill with lust, but also with a burning love that can’t ever be extinguished.

“are you okay?” ichigo whispers softly, not wanting to startle you as he pulls away. he treats you with so much care, like you’re his precious jewel.

“you did great f’me, baby. i love you, i really do.”

— ichigo is amazing at aftercare. the first time the two of you had sex together, he was a bit clueless and timid— not wanting to accidentally make you uncomfortable or worse, end up hurting you in the process— but he’s not dumb enough to leave you in bed to take care of yourself.

— he knows with his stamina and how he damn near loses his sanity when he’s inside of you, you must be tired, exhausted even. before you know it, ichigo already has a bottle of water and a clean towel to help clean you up. even if it’s late at night and you’re having a craving for a snack? best believe he’ll throw on a hoodie and make a quick run to the connivence store.

— and the cuddlesss! ichigo isn’t the best at showing his feelings and being all touchy, but once he gets comfortable?? he’s all over you. in private, of course. not only do you love his touch and warmth, he also loves wrapping his arms around you. when you cuddle into his neck, it makes his heart melt— seeing how comfortable you are to trust him and let him protect you with just a subtle move.

RENJI A. | JACK OFF/DIRTY SECRET . . . renji cant help but feel like he’s definitely going to hell for this. it’s wrong— you’re his “best friend”, but that doesn’t stop him from sneaking into your room and “accidentally” taking your panties. in his defense. . . they were out in the open! he tried to put them in your closet and somehow managed to find their way into his pocket — okay fine, he doesn’t have an excuse.

his captain would definitely lose every single ounce of respect he had for renji if he ever caught him doing this, but fuck, he tried! renji can’t help it when he unravels his uniform, his boxers pooling down his legs as he takes out his cock. your pretty pink panties are grasped by his shaky hands— desperate and hesitant.

this is really fucked up, he thinks. yet he still brings the fabric close to his nose, inhaling your scent. “fuckkkk…” he breathes out, entranced. you smell like heaven. your natural scent overtakes his nose completely, getting him high and horny. his cock seems to have the same reaction as it stands up high, the tip red and already leaking out precum.

renji abarai. one of the strongest lieutenants out there, reduced to nothing but a horny teenager just because of some panties. he’s anything but a submissive kind of guy…but for you? he’d be on his hands and knees for you 24/7 if you asked. renji almost groans at the thought of it. what’s wrong with him?

. . . he can never ever tell you about this. ever.

KISUKE U. | KINKS . . . before you can even put down your things, kisuke immediately approaches you with a silly look covered by his fan, but his eyes say it all. it’s a look you know very well. he’s up to something idiotic and you’re involved. again.

“no.” you deadpan, setting down your purse.

“haaaah?? i didnt even say anything yet!”

“whatever it is, i don’t want to know!” and as always, like the baby he is, he starts pouting, huffing about how “you’re so mean” and “you never hear me out first!”. the last time you “heard” him out, he had a weird sex toy shaped like a tentacle ready to penetrate you. weirdly enough, it was a good experience that you’d rather not think about. you love kisuke, but his ideas and inventions. . . are unique. pretty on brand considering the pervert he is.

— kisuke is the kinkiest bleach character (ofc my girl lisa is up there too!!) and i will literally die on that hill.

— if you’re with him, you’re definitely gonna have a wild ride. he’s all about consent, but if you even mention wanting to try out new things. . . he is ready! new sex positions, kinks, roleplays, toys, you name it! he’s into a bunch of stuff: feet, maid/master roleplays, watersports i’m so sorry, bdsm, cuckholding (he’d probably beg yoruichi to have sex w you while he watches), scent/sweat kink, mommy kink, etc. . . + he’s a switch. when i say that man is a freak, i am not exaggerating.

— not only that, he’s very educated when it comes to sex. kisuke will make sure that not only you’re also educated, but safe and comfortable too. he won’t suggest anything that’ll hurt you or come close to something you don’t like. he’s pervy, but considerate!

KENPACHI Z. | STAMINA. . . how long has it been since you found yourself tangled in kenpachi’s sheets once again? when he pinned you down to his bed and took you as you begged for more? as you pleaded that you can take it with no complaints? hell, how long has it been since the last round? you try to rack your brain for answers— but it’s futile once you feel the tip of kenpachi’s cock prod against your wet cunt again.

he’s already filled you with his cum plenty of times, your thighs wet and sticky from the previous. . . 4? 5? 6 rounds? you cant remember.

you can remember how stupid you are to think that kenpachi is one to stop after just one round. he’s not satisfied when you’ve only orgasmed once. each time you reach that high, he eggs you on for “just one more”.

all you can focus on now is his hand wrapping around yours as he kisses your neck, his way of comforting you as he tells you to,

“take it well f’me, will ya? just like you said.” his muffled but gruff voice fills your ears as his thumb presses gently against your throat. your breath hitches, but you know he wouldn’t hurt you. he could— with his brute strength from countless of years of fights and battles— but you? he would never hurt you.

because you’re not an enemy. you’re his everything. and his everything deserves every single ounce of pleasure he can give until he can’t anymore (which won’t happen for a while. . .)

GRIMMJOW J. | RISK . . . he knows he should pull out. he knows that when, not if, when one of his subordinates walk in— they’ll see your body pressed onto the wall, legs wrapped around his torso, grimmjow himself caging you in as he pounds into your wet pussy. but honestly? he really couldn’t give a fuck. tosen, or worse— aizen, could walk in and it wouldn’t stop his relentless thrusts one bit.

you try to stifle your moans, not wanting to be caught. at this point, the damage has been done. . . but it doesn’t hurt to try and make this situation somewhat better. a deep scowl appears as he grabs your cheeks, squishing them harshly.

“let ‘em fucking hear ya.” he grits out. “they can watch and hear for all i care. but don’t ya dare stop screaming out my name. let ‘em know who makes you feel this good.”

— a menace. truly, a menace. grimmjow doesn’t mind being risky when it comes to sex, as long as you’re fine with it. he may have a brash personality, but he’s not a complete asshole when it comes to you. if you want to experiment more with your sex life, he’s on board too. he’s not super kinky, but he’s not super vanilla either. whatever it is, just tell him and he’ll probably say yes, as long as it’s not extreme.

— to grimmjow though, when he thinks of risk, his first thought is public sex. somewhere where it’s not easy to be seen, yet not hidden away either. sneaking you off to have a quickie in a dark closet or corner around las noches is his thing. that risk of getting caught by somebody fills him with this spark he can’t explain— and if he was to get caught while having sex with you, well. . . he won’t mind putting on a show to make things clear.

— he wants everyone to know that he’s the only one who’ll ever get you like this. the only one who gets privilege to suck and fuck your pussy, the only one who’ll get to see your pretty fucked out look every single day. they can watch, but they’ll never get the fucking chance to touch you.

SOSUKE A. | UNFAIR . . . brown eyes filled with mischief look down at you as you writhe in pleasure pain, chuckling at your pathetic moans and whines. he doesn’t feel the slightest amount of pity while seeing the state you’re in, tied up and subjected to pure overstimulation. it’s your fault, after all.

honestly, you can’t tell if this actually real— there’s no way. your senses are so heightened that the mere feel of the sheets below you make you tremble. his fingers manage to break you down over and over again until you cry out for mercy. kyoka suigetsu is a bitch, huh?

as if he’s already read your thoughts, a smile graces his lips, but it doesn’t bring you any sense of comfort like it should.

“have you been under the illusion that i’ve been using kyōka suigetsu? i’m offended, my love.”

“a-aizen-sama, p-please!” you cry out. “i’m sorry!“

aizen’s fingers push deeper and deeper into your cunt, his digits completely soaked with your sweet nectar. no matter how much you squirm and cry, he knows you don’t want him to stop. like always, you’ll obey his orders. . . you’ll cum when he lets you.

“shhhh no, darling. no more of that begging. i guess i’ll have to punish you for that too, hm?”

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School AU edits

recognising your parent's mannerisms in yourself and physically feeling psychic damage occur

When you love a character so much you start violently convulsing when they appear on screen.

✎ gift

- gojo satoru x reader

what do you get the man who already has everything for his birthday?

genre: teeth-rotting fluff and comfort because no—i can't make his birthday angsty ok

note: so this is my entry for the birthday boy <3 this takes place immediately after daddy-to-be, where the first years are still yuta, maki, panda and toge

a part of gojo's love entries

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Honestly? Satoru wondered about it a lot these days.

He already has everything he wanted—unparalleled cursed technique, a fairly happy life, a pretty wife, and just recently, a kid on the way.

But his birthday was in a week and it was as clear as a day that you were planning something for him.

“Come on, you can't fool me, sweets.”

He noticed that you had started waking up earlier than usual. Initially, he thought it was due to your morning sickness, but it turned out you were sneaking away to another room for an hour or two and only came out when it was around breakfast time.

Did you really think he wouldn't catch on? Satoru found himself torn between concern and amusement. He didn't want you to strain yourself—especially after your recent fainting spells—and yet a part of him was over the moon by the fact that you did it for him.

His eyes crinkled, twinkling with affection. “You're planning something for my birthday in the mornings lately. That's sweet, but you don't have to, really.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. "Why are you so sure that it's for your birthday? I never said anything."

"Well, what else could it be? Unless you're cheating on me at six in the morning—"

"I have your spawn inside me, Gojo Satoru—"

"Don't call it ‘spawn’!" Satoru interjected with a theatrical gasp. "It's our very own little munchkin! Our love! Love!"

This was so ridiculous and you couldn't help yourself from giggling. And seeing you like that softened something inside him.

"Really, don't push yourself too hard," he said with a pout, resigned. "You need lots and lots of sleep."

"I'm not a baby, Satoru."

"Half of you is, so it makes you one!"

He was dramatic, but it was his own way to care because your husband was just wired that way.

You sighed, relenting. “Okay, okay… I know my limits. I will stop when I don't feel well, yeah? Besides, I won't have time to do it except in the mornings because I still have classes to teach.” It seemed like he wasn’t satisfied with your answer so you added, “Just so you know, it's something I enjoy too.”

"Hmph," Satoru huffed, eyeing you petulantly. "It'd better be good, or I'll spank you."

If it were physically possible for your eyes to roll a full 360 degrees into the back of your head and back, they definitely would have. "Oh, you will adore it, I promise."

Well, it wasn't a part of the plan, but now that he had asked for it, you'd definitely add a twist in his gift...

Satoru connected the dots instantly when he saw yarn and needles—what else were you doing aside from knitting?

His sweet wife, who woke up early just to make a handmade gift for his birthday—ahh, his heart could've burst. It was so cute and so you, the warmhearted being that you were.

He would go back early today, he decided, as he strolled the halls of the Jujutsu High with a cheerful tune. You were certainly waiting back at home and he would shower you with love and praise just for your efforts alone these past few days.

And so, he would have never expected that when he received a call from Nanami that afternoon, his world would utterly shatter in the most terrifying way.

“Gojo-san, please, you must come back.” Nanami was always steadfast even in the direst situations. And yet, now he was breathing hard, and panicking. “Something happened. You must go back to your residence—”

In that moment all he could think of was you and his baby. His entire world. Were you hurt?

He didn’t dwell on it—or rather, he couldn’t. His fingers went to rip his blindfold off as a sense of exponential dread creeped in and threatened to engulf him whole—a very, very strange, unfamiliar feeling to him—and he teleported back to his haven in a blink of an eye.

He had been ready to unleash hell, to see you lying on your own pool of blood, or anything. No, that was something he could never be ready for, but he would somehow make it right—

“Ooh, there he is!”

“Already?!”

“Nevermind—”

—and suddenly, he was swept into a whirlwind of confusion and commotion.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GOJO-SENSEI!”

Today is December 7.

It took a while for Satoru to discern everything, with his pulsating heartbeats and the rush of emotions that overwhelmed him. His eyes darted from each and every face who were suddenly in his house, searching for yours—

“Satoru!” you greeted him from behind Nanami, radiantly beaming, and only then could he finally breathe. You are safe—you’re well—

You had meant for it as a joke, a little payback for all the grievances he had caused you—and let’s not forget, Nanami—but you immediately regretted it when you had a look over the absolute terror in his heavenly blue eyes that you loved so much.

You had seen this once, before, when he proposed to you.

“Satoru.” You waltzed towards him, gently cradling his stunned face in your hands. “Hey,” you coaxed him with an apologetic smile, reassuring him of your presence.

Satoru looked at you squarely in the eyes, and as he fully took in the sight of you, he let out a shuddering breath and pulled you close with a firm arm around your waist and and the other around your back.

“You evil woman,” he murmured in your ears, and you could feel the slight tremble of his body and the way his heart was still thumping wildly inside his sturdy chest, which made you feel even more sorry.

“Whoa, that got you good, huh?” Panda remarked with a bemused grin.

“As expected,” Megumi snorted.

“Salmon! Salmon!”

“Ehh, that’s actually sweet…” Maki noted thoughtfully. “I would have never expected him to drop everything that fast just to go back here only after a suspicious phone call—”

“Of course he would!” Yuta rebuked with pride. “It’s his wife after all! And Nanami-san truly did a really convincing job at it!”

Nanami. Satoru casted a stern glare toward his junior, while the man in question awkwardly coughed. How did you even involve him in this?

Nah, he would deal with him later.

Despite the scare that got him good, your little plan commenced as it should. The closest of his friends and students were there to throw him this silly birthday party, as well as shower him with a plethora of gifts.

You had managed to round up his students to write birthday wishes for him in a scrap book filled with various photographs throughout the past year. This is sweet, he thought.

And one note tugged at his heartstrings the most:

Thank you, sensei, for everything — Yuta.

If anything he did ever made an impact on those young sorcerers, then Satoru was wholeheartedly glad. He wanted them to grow and made their own path in this unforgiving world, and their gratitude stirred a profound sense of relief within him.

“Here.” He was genuinely surprised when Megumi abruptly pushed a long, thin box toward him next, shyly averting his gaze. “Happy birthday.”

A fountain pen. It must have costed him some. It was strange, but Satoru felt oddly emotional.

“Aw! Megumiii~!”

The kid was barely six when he first approached him. He was prickly and sour and definitely wasn't welcoming. And then, he had matured right before his eyes. Satoru couldn’t help ruffling his hair vigorously and snickered, disregarding the scowl directed his way.

Nanami extended his well-wishes, and even though he still had a score to settle with him later, he was happy to have him here. Shoko couldn’t come but she left you with a recorded message.

“Happy birthday, Gojo, idiot,” Shoko was grinning in the video you played. “I'm sorry I can't be there, but my wish is for you to tone down your antics. We could all use a bit less of that.”

The two remaining reminders of the bluest spring in his life. Something pricked his heart at the stark reminder that they were not whole—and if only that someone was here, they would—but the fact that these two thought of him was enough.

And now, at last, it was time for your gift. Satoru thought he knew what it was, but as he carefully opened the ivory box, a profound sense of warmth still washed over him.

Mittens, with the color of freshly fallen snow, lay in the box—two pairs in total. One was remarkably tiny, seemingly tailored for a baby, while the other was notably larger, undoubtedly meant for him.

You. Him. The baby. By this time next year, there would be three of you. The happy picture of all of you together in near future was a gift in and of itself. You two were his everything.

Satoru went by his instincts and grasped your arm, kissing you ardently, beaming with the broadest grin. He paid no heed to the squeals and disapproving glances from everyone around, as he felt entitled to do so—declaring his love boldly so you would know… that he was utterly, hopelessly in love with you.

That he was grateful for you in this otherwise dreary life.

And that if there were any other lives he might live after this ended... then he wanted the heavens to bring you back to his arms once again.

Epilogue

“So you really did call Nanami at six in the morning.”

Later that night, just before bed, your husband was still holding a grudge on you for frightening him back in the day, evident by the permanent purse of his lips.

You shrugged, buttoning the last button of your sleepwear. “I did… but it’s for greater purpose, so… yeah.”

“I can’t stand this. I’m suing you for collateral damage.”

You almost laughed. “Pffft—what? What damage—”

“My fragile heart! You can’t do that to me and expect I won’t charge you, hmph!”

“Well…” You noted with a meaningful smile. You couldn’t say you didn’t expect this, because Satoru always got pouty whenever he was irked in one way or another, and so in advance, you had actually been prepared for this.

You caught him off guard when you suddenly sat on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers teasing his undercut. It was a nice change of pace, seeing the faint blush coloring his cheeks as he steadied you by your waist.

“…what if I say… I still have one present left for you?”

So, what did you get a man who already has everything for his birthday?

Your whole heart, of course.

And if you were in the mood for an additional surprise, a brand new pair of lacy lingerie you had under your pajamas might do the trick.