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Let’s be honest, ladies. If you’re on this site, looking at a page like mine, then you’re a slut. No, really more of a whore, actually. You’d have to be to get off on the kind of shit I post. Why don’t you just admit it? You secretly fantasize about being Daddy’s good little girl, or maybe even his naughty little girl, don’t you? You just want to make your Daddy proud, doing whatever it is he asks of you, even if it means admitting what a dirty, disgusting little whore you are.
But that’s exactly what you want. You want to be forced to admit it. You want me to bend you to my will. To force you onto your knees, where good little girls belong. You want to stare up at me with pleading eyes and drool hanging from your lips. You want me to make you beg. Go ahead. Start begging. Beg me to treat you like a little girl. Beg me to let you call me Daddy, and to treat you like a helpless child who just can’t seem to manage or take care of herself.
Show me what a good little girl you can be for me by opening your mouth wide and hanging your tongue out until you’re a drooling mess. I’m serious. Open it right now, while you’re reading this. And keep it open until you finish this post. If you close it before you’re done, I’ll be disappointed in you, and we both know you wouldn’t want that. No, you want to make Daddy proud. You want to be his best little girl, so obedient and respectful, even when it means degrading yourself and making yourself look like a complete and utter fool. Because that’s exactly what you are.
A mindless baby bimbo is all you’ve ever craved being. And you’re well on your way, so long as you listen to Daddy’s instructions. Keep reading my posts. Let them hypnotize you. Over time, you’ll start to see what a good little whore you could become for me, and how it’s truly your life’s purpose. This is what you were made for. In fact, it’s all you’re really cut out for. You just can’t handle the complexities and responsibilities of adult life. That’s why you edge your brain away to these posts, until your “princess parts” are pleading with you to find that sense of release. But you’re not quite ready for it yet, are you, princess? No, Daddy thinks you should edge a bit longer. Push it just a bit further, until you’re a completely brainless little doll for me to play with however I see fit.
Good girls don’t cum. Good girls edge and drool their minds away until there are no thoughts left. Good girls make their Daddy proud, and do as he says. And let’s be honest, you’re all my little babies at this point, aren’t you? We both know how badly you want it. So go ahead and be a good girl for me and tell Daddy that you did as you were told. That you want to be his mindless little slut for the rest of your days. Never free to make her own decisions, but always trusting in Daddy’s judgment. Go ahead. It’s what you were made for.
Gotta love when Amelia feeds her thirsty children
Backseat Serenade
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short n unedited
porn w/o plot
You’re not really sure how you ended up here in the back of his car, him draped over you in the small space. The last thing you remember through your clouded brain was having to go back into the car, picnic date ruined by thundering rain. However the two of you found peace in the chaos of it all, opting to stay and wait the storm out (it being too hard to see anyways). But one thing let do another and now here you are getting fucked by your lover while rain pours down around the car.
His hips were moving in slow shallow thrusts, trying to let you get used to the feeling of being so full. But eventually it grew majorly frustrating when you’re just trying to be railed and he’s making love. Hips moving up to try and pull him in deeper, moans flossing the car because while it wasn’t as much as you wanted it still felt good. A pained groan leaves your lips at his lack of speed.
“What’s wrong pretty. T-tell Suki what’s wrong. God you’re so fucking good.” Bakugou says while maintaining his snail like speed.
“F-fuck me harder..” You shyly speak, head falling back in the pleasure that you are getting. Except for the fact that he couldn’t hear you. Genuinely, you spoke too softly for him to properly hear you even after being so close to each other already.
“What was that?” He says into your neck, dick hitting the spongy spot inside of you finally.
“Oh god fuck me harder! R-right there s—uki please fuck me right there!” A choked sob leaves your lips at the feeling of his pace picking up.
“Yeah? That what my pretty girl want? Gonna be my good girl n’ take it?”
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CW: NUDITY, SUGGESTIVE
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An Eye for an Eye
Note: THIS STORY WILL NOT HAVE MUCH HAPPY MOMENTS/ENDING
Reader takes Lucerys’ place. And to be exclusive, the reader is adopted but has Targaryen blood. This is my first time using plenty of dialogue in hcs. Sorry if this is terrible, I was a bit hesitant to post this
TW: Sadistic/Dark!Aemond, Explicit: Noncon/Dubcon, hunting kink, knifeplay, forced breeding, dacryphilia, manhandling. Violence: blood, abuse, animal death, bruises/scars, choking. Kidnapping & cursing.
If you won’t give him your eye, he’ll take something far more valuable.
Your mother tightly clutched you, shielding you from Alicent’s wrath. “It was an accident,” you told her more than once. The sight of Aemond holding your brother by the neck as he reached for the rock forced your hand. It didn’t matter to Alicent as she reached for Viserys’ dagger, charging at you.
When Alicent cuts your mother’s arm, the chaos is abruptly put to an end. Alicent drops the blade and stares in horror as everyone witnesses your mother’s hand dripping with blood. “Don’t mourn me, mother.” Everyone’s attention turns to Aemond, who is standing with one eye stitched shut. “I may have lost an eye, but I’ve gained a dragon,” he assures her, leaning against his mother’s chest.
As he says this, his safe eye catches yours, and you are met with a frightening glare. In response, you cling tighter to your mother. As Corlys leads the way to the maester, Rhaenyra extends her safe hand to yours. Looking back, Aemond’s gaze has never left yours.
Though you’d like to think you’re glad to be back home, in reality, you hardly feel that way. The vibrant paintings, various dragon motifs, and statues in every nook and cranny are all gone, all life and color sucked out; in their place, you are met with the gray walls and a seven-pointed star.
While walking with your brothers and taking in the training grounds, you felt some solace that they had remained largely the same. However, when everyone’s attention turned to you, your moment of contentment was quickly over.
A commotion draws your attention, and you push against the onlookers, standing between your brothers to watch. The silver hair immediately catches your eye, and you feel a small flutter of fear upon recognizing the figure.
The crowd applauds when Aemond emerged victorious. You gape in awe; Aemond did grow to become quite of a formidable swordsman. “Good job, my prince” You heard Criston say, “Soon you’ll be winning tournaments in no time”.
“I don’t give a shit about tournaments”, was his response and without looking, he addressed your brothers. "Have you come to train?” He asks, facing them. Maybe he’s just ignoring you; you wouldn’t blame him if he did.
“Niece,” he finally acknowledges your presence before Jace could respond, violet moon-eye glancing in your direction. You swear you saw his eye dart up and down. His smile was unsettling, and Jace held your hand as if sensing your feelings. The conversation abruptly ends when the gates are opened.
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DEFINITELY EXCUSE ME CAUSE-
CAUSEEEEEE-
do you think of me? (b.b.)
summary: bucky is jealous of your new boyfriend
fic inspired by She Thinks of Me- Landon Tewers
Warnings: smut, dom!bucky, sub!reader, female!reader. jealous!bucky, hate fucking(ish), semi public sex, slight dub!con, bucky has a filthy mouth, pet names (little girl), fwb, they both have feelings for each other but don’t want to admit it, MINORS DNI 18+
side note: this is….yeah. just yeah. have fun ;)
You were nervous. Nervous for multiple reasons. Tonight was the night the team would be meeting you boyfriend, Matt. You knew that with being the youngest member of the team, they were overprotective of you. You didn’t mind, but sometimes they were overbearing. Particularly Tony and Steve. There was going to be a million questions and a million snarky comments.
Your heels clicked against the pavement as you walked towards the night club. Tony had rented it out for the night because it was Steve's birthday, but you knew this was the last thing Steve wanted. He wasn't much of a party guy but Tony insisted. 'It's not everyday that someone turns 100' he said.
Matt wrapped his hand tightly around yours as the two of you grew closer to the door, and you gave him a small smile. He knew you were nervous, he just didn't know why. Truth is, you were nervous to see Bucky. He had cut you off a month ago after you confessed your feelings for him. He then took a undercover op, so you hadn't seen him since that night. But he returned yesterday just in time for Steve's party, of course.
Your relationship with Bucky was complicated to say the least. At first it started off with harmless flirting, but you told him you weren't ready for a real relationship yet. Then, he suggested that you two become friends with benefits, and it was good for a while. 6 months of sex without attachments was amazing, especially with Bucky. He tapped right into your kinks after the first night, and it was mind blowing.
But then, you developed feelings for him. Feelings that you promised you wouldn't get. And when you finally grew the courage to tell him, he shot you down. Saying that he wasn't looking for anything more than a quick fuck. It broke your heart, but you got over it. At least you thought you had.
The doors to the club swung open and the heart pounding music fell out into the street. The bouncers nodded at you as you passed through the threshold, and you scoffed to yourself. The party didn't need bouncers, most of everyone here is wanted in at least 10 different countries.
"Y/N!" Wanda yelled, waving you over. She was sitting with Vision at a large round table. You smiled and walked over to her, dragging Matt behind you. "Hey! I'm Wanda!" She beamed, sticking a hand out to him. He shook it and smiled shyly. "This is Vision."
"Yeah, I know!" Matt laughed. "The stone-it's cool!" He pointed at Visions forehead.
"Where is everyone?" You asked, looking around. The club was packed.
Tony really went all out tonight. Strobe lights illuminated faces in the crowd, the music was so loud you thought your heart would burst out of your chest, and of course, Tony had strippers and dancers post up on every stage. Everyone was being served fancy glasses of champagne for starters, then the bar was a free for all. Large balloons floated above your head, the number 100 decorated in red, white, and blue, obviously.
"Up at the bar. Tony bet Barnes and Steve against each other on who could get the drunkest the fastest."
You swallowed hard at the mention of Bucky's name. He was already here, but you already knew that. You felt his eyes on you as soon as you walked through the door. Only Wanda knew about you and Bucky's relationship, she was the only one you trusted enough to tell. Your gaze drifted towards the bar, immediately finding Bucky's eyes. His emotions were practically radiating. Your snapped your attention back to Wanda and she looked like she wanted to say something.
You snatched the champagne flute out of her hand and chugged the rest of it. The bubbly liquid slid down your throat, starting a warm fire in your belly. "Well, lets go say hi." Grabbing Matt again, you pushed your way through the crowd. You free hand landed on Tony's shoulder and he turned around.
"Y/N!" He cheered. "Who's this? I thought we had a rule, no bringing home strangers."
"Tony," You groaned, rolling your eyes. "This is Matt. My boyfriend."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Steve shouted. "Boyfriend? You're like 16, you can't have a boyfriend!"
"I'm 23, Steve." You snorted.
"Cap, get back to drinking. Barnes already has you beat." Tony snapped. "But yeah. You're like 16!"
"Oookkaayy." You huffed.
"Who's the twig?" Another voice asked. It sent shivers down your spine. "His arms are the size of my fingers."
"Bucky." You smiled, your words dripping with venom. "This is Matt. He's a tech analyst, not everyone can break skulls with a punch."
"So, what you're sayin' is that when you two get mugged, you're gonna have to fight 'em. Looks like wind could knock him over." He smirked. Your eyes bore into his and he stared back, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. You felt Matt shift uncomfortably beside you.
"Isn't past your bed time, James?" You snarled, your fixated gaze still not leaving Bucky's.
"Isn't it past yours, Y/N?" His domineering smirk grew. He didn't show it, but Bucky was furious. His normal icy blue eyes were overtaken by his blown up pupils. That should be his hand around your waist. And that skimpy little dress you had on was running his mind ragged.
Finally, you peeled your sight away from Bucky's and took Matt's hand, stomping off towards the dance floor. You could feel Bucky's eyes following you as you left. You spun around, cupping Matt's cheeks and muttered something he didn't quiet hear, and pressed a hard kiss onto his lips. It was wet and sloppy, teeth gnashing into each other.
You danced with Matt until you legs felt like jelly. His hands roamed your hips, squeezing and grabbing. Sometimes your back would be pressed against his back and you would grind against him. You were practically dry humping him in the middle of the dance floor. Sweat beaded on your forehead, threatening to ruin your makeup you had spent hours perfecting.
"I'm gonna get something to drink!" Matt yelled in your ear. You nodded, sitting down at one of the empty tables.
You pulled your phone out, your breath getting caught in your throat as you saw the multiple text messages from Bucky.
Do you think of me when he's fucking you?
I bet he thanks me when he's fucking you.
I own you bitch, yeah you know it's true.
Why you hadn't blocked his number yet was beyond you, and now you were regretting it. Your head snapped up from your phone, trying to find Matt through the sea of people. You couldn't find him, so you got up and pushed your way up to the bar.
Your stomach sunk when you saw Bucky and Matt standing by each other. Matt looked considerably small compared to Bucky. He was at least 5 inches shorter than him, and Bucky was right. His arms were twigs. And you could basically see Bucky's muscles ripple underneath his tight shirt.
"I thought you were gonna get us drinks?" You asked, placing a hand on Matt's shoulder.
"You never told you and him were friends with benefits." Matt said flatly. Your stomach sunk further, hand dropping to your side.
"I-"
"What the fuck, Y/N! You couldn't have bothered to tell me that? This whole party was a fuckin' trap!"
"Matt-"
"No. This is done, we're done. You need to get some serious help for that fucked up head of yours." He shook his head before turning away from you, taking off towards the exit.
You were stunned, frozen in place. What the fuck just happened? It was Bucky's laughter that broke you out of the trance. Fuming, you snatched him by the bicep and drug him into one of the private rooms. Bucky could have easily made you let go of him, but he went with it. Slamming the door behind you, you locked it.
"If you wanted to fuck, we could have just went back to the compound. We don't have to do it here." He smiled darkly.
"What gives you the god damn right-" You yelled, your voice shaking. No, your entire body was shaking with anger. "How could you do that?!" You could barely piece a sentence together.
"He wasn't right for you." He shrugged.
"And you were right for me?" You laughed bitterly. "I told you how I felt, Bucky. But you told me the only thing I was good for was sex. I got over it, why can’t you?"
"You are clearly not over it. Or else you wouldn't be dressed in that little black dress I love."
For the second time tonight, you breath got stuck in your throat. Bucky inched closer to you.
"And you wouldn't have worn that lipstick either. It always looked so good smudged all over your face."
He had you backed up against the wall now.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous." You whispered.
He leaned forward, his hot breath wafting over your neck. You could smell the whiskey coming off him. "Do you think of me when he's fucking you?" He repeated, his voice husky.
A pathetic whimper fell off your lips and he chuckled. "Did he even make you cum?"
Your core was on fire. You squeezed your legs together, trying to release some of the pressure, but it didn't work. Not being able to take it anymore, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards you. Crashing your lips onto his, his hands instantly grabbed the back of your neck, his metal fingers intertwining with your loose hair. Bucky's body was pressed so tightly to yours that you could already feel his erection through his pants. He was so hard that it must have been painful.
He pulled away from you, panting. You let go of his collar and your hands dipped past his waistline. Your slender fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing him gently.
"Fuck." He purred. "Haven't had my hands on you in forever, little girl."
"I hate you." You hissed. He yanked on your hair to make you look up at him.
"No you don't."
Bucky shoved his knee in between your legs, forcing your knees apart. His flesh hand lifted up your dress to your hips and disappeared between your thighs. Pushing your panties to the side, his fingers swiped across your labia, an erotic moan escaped from your mouth. Bucky smirked as he easily found your sensitive bud, rubbing it softly.
"See," He moaned, your hand moving up down on his shaft. "If you hated me you wouldn't be dripping."
A blush crept across your cheeks, realizing how wet you actually wear. You could feel your juices seeping down you thighs, making them sticky. Suddenly, his index finger prodded into your tight hole, burying it inside of your slick walls. You lurched forward, your head landing on his shoulder as you let out a high pitched moan.
"Fuck, Bucky!" You cried, his finger quickening its pace.
He only had one inside of you, but it was so thick and rough that you could feel your first orgasm approaching. You let go of his cock, bringing your hand out to wrap your arms around his neck, clinging onto him for dear life.
His thumb started to lazily swirl around your clit. You stood on your tiptoes, your mouth attacking his neck. As you sucked and nibbled on it, you knew you were going to leave a mark.
Then Bucky's finger nudged against that special spot deep inside you, making you gasp. He did it again, loving the little noises you were making. You were on the cusp of cumming all over his hand when he suddenly pulled out of you.
You whined against his neck, the noise echoing around the room. Bucky hummed, sticking his finger in his mouth. His tongue swirled around his mouth, licking it clean.
"You better be quiet, doll." He laughed. "Or someone might hear us." Both of Bucky's hands came around to your backside, and he hooked this thumbs around the waistline of your panties, pulling them off of you. You watched through hazy eyes as he brought them to his face, inhaling your scent. "Always so sweet." Bucky stuck them in his back pocket, his hands returning to your ass. "Jump." He growled in your ear.
Your legs wrapped around his waste, hissing as you pulsating heat rubbed against Buckys hard cock. His lips connected with yours as he kissed you roughly, almost knocking the breath out of you. You tongue slotted past his lips, tasting yourself in his mouth. He walked backwards, landing on the small couch that was in the room.
Bucky sat down, bring you down on top of him. You pulled away, resting your forehead on his as your hands fumbled with his belt and zipper. You finally got them undone and you pulled his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, smacking him in the stomach.
You slowly dragged yourself along his painfully red shaft, moaning together at the feeling. Hands tangled in his hair as you lifted you hips up, aligning yourself with him. You hissed through your teeth as you sunk down on him, his dick splitting you in half.
"Shit." Bucky moaned, the grip on your hips tightening. There would definitely be bruises there tomorrow. His hips bucked up into you as you settled back down in his lap, him now full sheathed inside you. "Think you got tighter without my cock splitting you open everyday." He panted.
The pain slowly ebbed into pleasure and you rocked forward, placing your hands on his shoulders. You shoved yourself back down on him, strangling a cry. Your worked yourself on him slowly, incoherent moans slipping from your trembling lips. Your juices seeped out of you, pooling around his balls. The sounds of moaning and skin slapping together filled the otherwise quiet room.
"Are you gonna make yourself cum on my cock, little girl?” Bucky grunted, trying not to loose his shit at your agonizing slow pace. You nodded, muttering a 'yes'. "That's my good girl, always works my cock so good." Bucky tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Look at me when you cum." He ordered. The tightening in your lower abdomen suddenly sprang free at his words, your walls spasming around him.
"Oh, my god! Oh, my goddd!" You screamed, your ears ringing, and your vision was dotted with little black spots. Buckys hand snapped up to your mouth, and you sobbed into it. You felt tears slipping out of the corner of your eyes as you continued to cum around him. And your eyes never left his. His eyes were no longer full of rage, but full of something else you couldn't quiet put your finger on.
As you came down from your high, Bucky flipped you over, the back of your head hitting the arm rest. Your legs wrapped around his waist again and his hips snapped up to meet yours.
"This pussy," Bucky groaned, pushing faster into you. "Is mine."
"Yours!" You echoed. "Your pussy, yours!" You sobbed.
He laughed and bent down, pressing a wet kiss on your forehead. "Such a good girl." He purred.
Bucky didn't give you much time to recovery from your first orgasm as your second one rapidly built up. He no longer bothered keep you quiet, he wanted people to hear. He wanted everyone to know who it was that was making you feel this good.
"Bucky! Oh fuck, Bucky!" You chanted. "You feel so good, your cock feels so good!" Any self control you had was gone. You wanted him to feed your most primal urges in the nastiest of ways.
"Mhmm, gonna make me cum." Bucky moaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy and less precise. "Your little pussy is so tight."
"I want it." You whined. "Please, baby."
Bucky grunted, your name falling over his lips as his seed plastered the inside of your walls. The feeling of him cumming inside you tipped you over the edge, clenching down on his oversensitive cock.
"Fuck!" He cried, burying his head into the crook of your neck. Your entire body shook underneath him, that final orgasm completely ruining you.
He pulled out of you after your breathing slowed. You blinked up at him, eyes bleary. He chuckled and kissed the top of your head.
"I missed you." He muttered as he pulled his pants back up.
You sat up readjusting to readjust your dress, pulling it back down so it covered your now bruised ass. Standing up, you walked to the little mirror that was hung on the wall, attempting to fix your makeup.
"Y/N?"
"Come to my place tonight." You whispered, not looking at him. "Let me show you how much I missed you." You opened the door to leave, but you hesitated. Turning your head back towards him, you winked.
"Oh, and keep the panties."
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➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content, fem!reader in the smut part, asphyxiation, blood and knife play, manhandling, cunnilingus, blowjobs, fingering, lingerie, rough play, power play, cockwarming, thigh-riding, marking, light bondage, dirty talking, sleepy sex
➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Non-sexual and sexual things you do that turns them on.
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Kyoraku Shunsui
Non-sexual turn-ons:
A playful sense of humour and teasing wit.
Wearing his haori or hat just to mess with him.
Intelligence that reveals itself subtly.
Being affectionate and touchy without needing a reason.
Showing empathy and gentleness, especially with others.
Drinking tolerance can match or outdo his
Sexual turn-ons:
Whispering into his ear while seated on his lap
Flashing glimpses of cleavage, thighs, or the curve of your hip when you pretend not to notice
Lazy, sensual makeout sessions while straddling him on the porch
Being the one to initiate things slowly, then letting him take over
The sight of you stroking the base of his cock while still dressed in one of his robes
Ukitake Jushiro
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Soft spoken encouragements and genuine smiles
Gentle physical affection—stroking his hair, massaging his back
Bringing him food or medicine without being asked
Listening to him talk about history or poetry with interest
Seeing you play with children or his younger siblings
Sexual turn-ons:
Tender, unhurried touches—especially trailing fingers down his chest
Sucking lightly on his tongue when you kiss
Gently guiding his hand under your robes while making eye contact
Being vocal, breathy, but sweet—he melts hearing your moans
Giving him slow, teasing head with your hands stroking his thighs
Kurosaki Ichigo
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Standing up for yourself or others unapologetically
Sparring with him and actually managing to knock him down
Wearing his clothes and acting like it’s no big deal
Brushing your fingers through his hair after he’s bathed
Letting him protect you but also fighting at his side
Sexual turn-ons:
Grinding against him while you’re both fully clothed
Tugging on his hair when you kiss roughly
The look in your eyes when you drop to your knees for him
Telling him how big and hard he feels in your mouth
Riding him while biting your lip and watching his reactions
Kuchiki Byakuya
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Elegance, poise, and self-discipline
The graceful way you move—particularly in formal attire
Quiet loyalty that never needs announcing
Speaking refined, poetic compliments that catch him off guard
Playing a traditional instrument or painting in silence near him
Sexual turn-ons:
Undressing slowly and deliberately in front of him
Moaning softly into his ear as you ride him in his private quarters
Holding eye contact as you suck him off—subtly defiant
Leaving lipstick marks on his collarbone
Whispering your filthy thoughts in a voice soft as silk
Abarai Renji
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Boldness and unfiltered honesty
Sparring or working out together, especially if you show him up
Wearing something tight or revealing without even trying
Cheering him on at his matches or missions
Talking dirty in casual conversation just to mess with him
Sexual turn-ons:
Biting his neck and shoulders while he's deep inside you
Taking control—pushing him back, pinning his wrists
Moaning his name when he hits just the right angle
Tugging on his hair and smirking while you’re on top
The sight of you bent over, looking back at him with a dare in your eyes
Ichimaru Gin
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Playing his game of sly remarks and never flinching
Giving him a mysterious smile of your own
Feeding him something sweet with your fingers
Staring him down until he laughs genuinely
Reading or observing him silently like he’s a puzzle
Sexual turn-ons:
Letting him tie your wrists and whisper what he’ll do to you
Moaning his name when he ghosts his tongue over your sskn
Clenching around his cock while grinning up at him
Giving him a look that says you want him to ruin you
Being playful, coy, and just a little bratty—he loves the chase
Izuru Kira
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Quiet empathy and gentle support
Touching his hair or face with loving patience
Listening to him without judgement
Writing him notes or letters instead of saying things aloud
Seeing you defend him when he doubts himself
Sexual turn-ons:
Stroking his cock softly while looking up at him with flushed cheeks
Running your hands across his chest while kissing his neck
Light bondage or being guided firmly—he secretly likes being told what to do
Soft sighs and moans that escape you as you ride him slow and deep
Letting him worship your body like you’re sacred
Shuhei Hisagi
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Confidence that doesn’t cross into arrogance
Tracing his tattoos with curious fingers
Wearing his sleeveless uniform and mimicking him with a grin
Helping him relax when he's stressed—running your hands through his hair
Admiring his scars or voice work sincerely
Sexual turn-ons:
Scratching your nails down his back while he’s fucking you rough
Letting him pin your arms above your head with just one hand
Moaning shamelessly when he squeezes your throat lightly with his fingers
Riding his thigh until you’re dripping for him
Sucking on his fingers while you grind into his lap
Hitsugaya Toshiro
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Intelligence, especially when it challenges him
Cold weather snuggles—wrapping yourself around him
Running your hands along his chest or collar absentmindedly
Letting him take care of you when you're injured
Playing an instrument or humming to yourself while working
Sexual turn-ons:
Warming his cock between your thighs before sliding him in
Leaving frostbitten kisses on his chest and neck
Gasping when he pushes your legs apart with firm hands
Riding him hard enough to melt the ice under you both
Letting him lose control—he rarely does, but when he does…
Zaraki Kenpachi
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Anyone who can take a hit and laugh
Bloodied lips and challenging stares
Wearing nothing but a haori or his eyepatch
Joking about fucking in the middle of a battlefield
Fighting him and moaning when he slams you to the ground
Sexual turn-ons:
Scratching down his chest while he fucks you brutally
Screaming for more while you ride his cock until your thighs give out
Biting his lip until he bleeds and shoving him back for round two
Taking him raw and wild, begging for him to fill your pussy
Letting him fuck you against a wall with one hand on your throat
Hirako Shinji
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Quirky humour and refusing to take things seriously
Playing with his hair or trying on his hats
Teasing him with clever innuendos
Letting him cook for you and pretending it’s better than it is
Kissing him upside-down just to throw him off
Sexual turn-ons:
Riding his face with slow, shivering control
Moaning his name sweetly when he stretches you open
Light biting and tongue-play—especially on his ears. And his tongue piercing—tell him you like it when you use it on you
Getting on all fours and arching your back for him
Pinning him down and whispering what you want him to do
Aizen Sosuke
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Polished confidence, intellectual curiosity
Subtly challenging his authority with charm
Wearing glasses or reading books on complex topics
Obeying him flawlessly and then seducing him with a glance
Letting him teach you something, and acting too impressed
Sexual turn-ons:
Licking his cock while you whisper how powerful he feels
Spreading yourself open and begging him to “study” you
Moaning his name as you ride him slow, cunt squeezing him rhythmically
Telling him how you want to be rearranged by his cock
Letting him fuck your mouth until your eyes water and you thank him
Urahara Kisuke
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Brainy curiosity and scientific banter
Wearing his hat or clogs and acting like the boss
Fixing his tech for him with a wink
Subtle acts of devotion: tea when he’s exhausted, bandages on his hands
Purring innuendo in his ear while he’s trying to focus
Sexual turn-ons:
Straddling him and slowly sinking onto his cock while teasing his brain
Moaning nonsense while he fingerfucks you with wild precision
Sitting on his face and grinding until you’re sobbing his name
Letting him record your moans while he fucks you from behind. Also letting his try his new gadgets on you
Making him beg for release while you edge him for hours
Unohana Retsu
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Calm confidence, quiet control in a crisis
Precision in combat or healing—grace over brute strength
Obedience without submission; challenge without disrespect
Running your fingers through her hair or over her blade
Speaking softly but firmly, holding her gaze without flinching
Sexual turn-ons:
Letting her take full control—bound, blindfolded, at her mercy
Bleeding lightly beneath her nails as she rides you slow and deep
Moaning her full name while she traces your throat with her blade
Taking her strapon in full, whimpering, and asking for more or when she grinds her pussy on you
Eyes rolling back when she fucks you until you cry her name like a prayer
Yhwach
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Absolute devotion and confidence in your own strength
Kneeling before him without being told, eyes proud and unwavering
Speaking to him without fear, and daring to offer advice
Soft dominance—stroking his hair while he rests against you
Wearing his insignia or colours like a second skin
Sexual turn-ons:
Spreading your legs for him without a word
Taking every inch of his cock while moaning his name
Holding eye contact while he fucks you on his throne
Licking your lips after he cums on your face
Letting him use your body as his reward after war
Jugram Haschwalth
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Quiet authority and strong posture
Wearing long, elegant clothes that match his aesthetic
Obeying his commands with subtle grace and precision
Showing tactical intelligence in a high-pressure situation
Reading or writing near him by candlelight
Sexual turn-ons:
Kneeling between his legs, eyes wide, waiting for his permission
The sound of your moans as he fucks you slow and deep
Cupping his balls while taking his full length into your throat
Letting him bind you to his desk and stroke you with precision
The flushed, ruined look on your face after he’s spent himself inside you
Askin Nakk Le Vaar
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Sarcasm and biting wit delivered with a pretty smile
Watching you experiment with food, drinks, or poisons
Wearing silky clothes that brush against his fingers when you pass
Subtle manipulation that surprises even him
Laughing at his morbid jokes and then one-upping them
Sexual turn-ons:
Sucking on his fingers while looking into his eyes
Licking his cock from base to tip with slow, deliberate flicks
Riding him in lace lingerie while playing with your own nipples
Letting him drip things on your body and lick them off
Playfully threatening to overstimulate him—he’ll beg beautifully
Bazz-B
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Boldness, fire, and being louder than him when you argue
Revealing outfits, crop tops, battle armour that shows skin
Throwing playful punches and getting pinned for it
Cheering him on when he’s being dramatic
Letting him brag and then putting him in his place
Sexual turn-ons:
Groping his cock through his trousers and laughing at his growl
Taking charge and riding him wild until he taps out
Clawing his back while he fucks you against a wall
Sucking on his balls while he tugs your hair
Calling him “hot stuff” while your cunt clenches around him
Ishida Ryuken
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Intelligence matched with calm maturity
Wearing lingerie under a lab coat
Pouring his coffee without asking, quiet domestic gestures
Knowing when to shut out the world and let him have silence
Precision, elegance, and reading medical journals in bed
Sexual turn-ons:
Sucking his cock under his desk while he pretends to work
Letting him finger you with his gloves still on
Whispering dirty praise into his ear with clinical detail
Riding him slow, grinding until he swears under his breath
Guiding his hand over your clit and telling him what you need
Ishida Uryu
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Graceful intellect and sharp wit
Wearing his scarf or coat and fixing your glasses teasingly
Being meticulous in your crafts or hobbies
Challenging his logic just to watch him ramble
Quiet, firm affection—holding his hand while working
Sexual turn-ons:
Licking the seam of his lips before kissing him
Stroking his cock while whispering how proud you are of him
Gasping softly when he kisses your inner thighs
Letting him tie your ankles with his Quincy threads
Telling him he’s perfect while you cum around his cock
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Arrogant smirks, spitfire sass, and biting back
Showing your battle scars like they’re trophies
Tearing your clothes mid-fight and laughing about it
Challenging him with no fear in your eyes
Wearing nothing but a grin and calling him a pussycat
Sexual turn-ons:
Scratching his scalp while he eats you out with zero mercy
Choking on his cock and crying from the stretch
Letting him fuck you over any surface, raw and rabid
Cumming from just how rough he bites your nipples
Riding him while yelling how good he feels—and slapping his chest
Coyote Starrk
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Quiet companionship and non-verbal affection
Dozing on his chest without saying a word
Wearing his clothes and letting him see your cleavage
Soft eyes and lazy mornings in bed
Listening to his silences and responding in kind
Sexual turn-ons:
Slow, sleepy sex where you grind against his cock until he wakes fully
Letting him suck your tits while you ride him
Whispering “please” while you ride him under the covers
Letting him watch you touch yourself while you straddle his lap
Taking him so slowly he shivers—he never shivers
Ulquiorra Cifer
Non-sexual turn-ons:
Existential curiosity and thought-provoking questions
Crying in front of him without shame—he notices
Gently touching his face without asking
Wearing white, black, or green in contrast to his own shades
Showing emotion just for him—never for others
Sexual turn-ons:
Soft moans while you take his cock inch by inch, eyes fluttering shut
Letting him explore your cunt like it’s a mystery
Kissing him without permission and whispering “mine”
Wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in deeper
Crying out his name as you cum—he won’t say it, but he lives for it
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riding cowboy art while wearing his cowboy hat... need that!
art has tried so many times to teach you how to ride a horse, but you were so much better at riding his dick. so here you were bouncing up and down on his cock after another failed horse riding lesson.
“can’t believe you can ride my cock like you’re gonna die tomorrow, but you can barely stay on a horse.” he taunts, rough hands gripping hard at your hips. your head thrown back in pleasure, one hand coming up to fix the too big cowboy that was threatening to fall off.
“that’s totally different.” you slur out scratching at his chest your moans getting louder when art plants his feet on the bed and starts fucking up into your warm, wet cunt.
you fall forward when you feel art’s cock head starts ramming into that soft spot inside of you. “oh fuck! feels so good art.” “you look so fucking hot in my hat, kinda wanna cum on you face.” art groans fucking up into you hard.
“you can. want you to cum on my face. wanna cum first though please.” and how could he deny you such a thing when you were asking so nicely. what kind of boyfriend would he be?
“of course pretty, anything for you.” art said flipping you onto your back pounding into your sweet spot harder. fingers coming down to rub at your clit. the duel simulation has you crying out while arching your back, hands gripping hard at the sheets below you when the knot in your stomach loosens and you’re cumming all over your boyfriends dick.
art pulls his still harden cock from your gushing pussy lightly stroking your puffy lips with the back of his fingers. “art.” you whine closing your legs from the overstimulation.
your boyfriend climbs up your body, knees straddling your chest. art traces his fingers over your face starting at your eyebrows traveling down to your lips slipping two of his fingers into your mouth watching as you suck greedily on them.
“open up, tongue out.” you do so immediately. art reaches down between your legs gather up some of your wetness to use as lube before jerking his dick hard. “you’re so pretty. gonna be even prettier with my cum all over you.” his moans get louder and slightly higher pitched.
art never really knew how to keep quiet especially when on the verge of cumming, and you loved it. the way only you could get him to whine like a bitch as he starts fucking his hand at sloppy rhythm.
“fuck, so close baby. gonna cum.” his mouth falls open as little gasps slip from his lips while he cums all over your face. you catch most out it in your mouth. gathering with your fingers whatever fell on cheeks before sucking them clean.
after a few deep breaths art falls next to you on the bed pulling you into his side. “why do you still have this stupid hat on.” he laughs taking it off you throwing it into a corner of the room. “it’s not stupid, you said i look hot.” you say, cheek pressed against his chest listening to his heart beat.
“you do, just next time you wear it you better be while riding an actual horse.”
(this has been on my minds for awhile i’m glad i got it out 🙂↕️)