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Drunk Again Off Another Crush (Kensei x Reader)

Reposting here because it's Kensei's birthday today! Also available on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49015216

"Congratulations!"

"Yeah, who'd've thought an idiot like you would figure out bankai?"

"Three cheers for lieutenant Hisagi!"

The boisterous cheering filled the bar, a crowd of shinigami clustered together like a flock of crows in their black uniforms. They clinked their glasses together for the umpteenth time that night, Hisagi grinning like a schoolboy.

"Thanks, guys!" he said, his cheeks somewhat redder than usual and his hair all mussed up from Ikkaku and Renji constantly ruffling it, like you would to a puppy.

From your little corner of the bar, you watched all this going on, trying to look happy about it even as your mood sank lower and lower as the noise and celebrating grew louder.

It seemed churlish to feel left out. This was Hisagi's moment, not yours, a celebration of a milestone that not many shinigami ever achieve. You were happy for him; you knew how hard he'd been working to master it and improve his relationship with Kazeshini. When you'd first heard that he'd finally done it, there had been no doubt in your mind that he'd always had what it took.

But although you'd helped to arrange this little celebration, even hanging up some of the decorations with some people from Ninth (you weren't even part of Hisagi's division), and though he'd thanked you when you congratulated him and even given you a quick hug that made you feel all tingly, that was about all that had been said. His friends had arrived, first Kira, Renji and Kira and then later Ikkaku, Yumichika, Iba and Rangiku and he'd been swept up in a little bubble comprised of lieutenants (or near enough, in Ikkaku and Yumichika's cases) and suddenly it was like you didn't exist anymore.

Like you said, it seemed childish to complain that Hisagi wasn't paying attention to you. You understood he'd obviously mostly want to spend time with his closest friends, the ones who had fought alongside him the longest and seen him in action the most. Seeing their happiness at his success truly was an amazing thing.

But…was it unreasonable you felt left out? Envious? Wishing you could even come close to having companions that cared so much about you? You didn't think it was, so you'd turned to the nearest available source of comfort - alcohol. You were several drinks in now and even though you'd tried to look like you were enjoying yourself, you could feel yourself growing more and more distressed and isolated, sitting nursing a drink you'd stopped actually drinking a while ago, which had turned unpleasantly watery now that the ice cubes had melted, and you weren't drunk enough for that not to matter to you. You pushed it aside in faint disgust, but now you didn't even have the excuse of not wanting to spill your drink - now you were just sitting here feeling abandoned and stupid.

As Kira poured Hisagi another drink, you caught something flicker in your peripheral vision and turned your head to see a captain's robe, a stark contrast to all the black uniforms. Shit, when had Muguruma gotten here?

Or wait, he'd been here before, hadn't he? That's right - Mashiro had gotten her hands on a whole bottle of vodka and mistaken it for something much milder. She'd chugged damn near the whole bottle and passed out, and Kensei had been forced to take her to Fourth Division before she did anything else stupid - apparently she had a nasty habit of abruptly thrashing awake and kicking, and Kensei was one of the only people strong enough to keep her steady and not be winded by her famous legs, so he'd vanished for a good chunk of the evening. You couldn't help but wonder if he'd purposefully taken longer than he needed to, so he didn't have to listen to the racket of his subordinate and other lieutenants getting wasted - Kensei was the only person who looked like he wanted to be here less than you did, and the thought was oddly cheering. Misery loves company, and all that.

A vague ghost of a smile flickered at your lips, but it died again like a blinking lightbulb. You admittedly didn't know Kensei all that well, except that Hisagi had been fanboying constantly since the official announcement that the three former captains had agreed to return to their old posts. Time had passed since then, but Hisagi still seemed rather starstruck by Kensei, which was just as well - you'd heard he was a hardass, and if you were being totally honest, he kind of scared you a bit. He was no Zaraki or Kurostsuchi, but something about his size, intimidating aura and I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude was simultaneously scary and a little alluring. You could feel where he was from anywhere in Ninth - his reaitsu was powerful and tinged with an unusual aura, probably thanks to the Hollow that lived inside him. You wondered if Kensei was like that all the time or if he relaxed a little more in his downtime. You were certain you'd never seen him smile.

As if he could sense your gaze on him, Kensei suddenly looked in your direction, a scowl on his face. You quickly ducked your head to avoid his gaze, cheeks burning. It was time to go home, you decided. There was no point sitting here moping because senpai wouldn't notice you anymore. You knew how your moods were only amplified when you drank, and you couldn't see the night improving from here. You were stuck in a tar pit of self-loathing of your own making, and besides which, though you were friendly with one or two of the lieutenants, approaching all of them was kind of intimidating. They understood each other in a way other seated members didn't, working so closely with their captains and yet not quite being on their level. It was a weird limbo to be in, for sure.

Slowly you got up from the table, and immediately nearly fell to your knees as you stood up. Fuck. The booze always hit harder this way, and it took a lot of concentration for you to skirt around the crowd of people towards the exit, weaving back and forth as you walked.

Before you reached that glorious, blinding white rectangle of an exit, a hand suddenly grasped your elbow.

"Where are you going?" a voice demanded.

You turned around and your stomach did some kind of somersault as you found yourself staring dizzily up at Kensei himself. He was scowling down at you, as per usual, but he didn't seem particularly angry per se - he had a very severe resting bitch face, so it seemed.

"Sorry?" you said, which was at least slightly better than "Whu?" which was what you'd been about to say. When you realised, he thought you'd gotten confused on your way to the bar/bathroom, you gave a little shake of your head. "Oh, I'm just - I thought I should go home."

Behind Kensei came another raucous round of cheering and a facial muscle of Kensei's twitched. Clearly the celebrations were grating on his nerves as well - however fond of Hisagi he was, he was not the partying sort of guy. You didn't know Kensei that well, but you knew enough about him to know that every sound of glasses or bottles clinking and sloshing beer on the ground was no doubt grating terribly.

"You're in no fit state to walk home by yourself." Kensei pronounced, but before you could get indignant over this, he sighed. "I'll walk you back to your quarters."

What?!

"Oh, um, that's kind of you, sir, but it's really not-" you demurred - the thought of walking home with Kensei Muguruma at your side was an alarming one.

"It's not up for negotiation." Kensei overrode you bluntly, so much so that you found yourself unable to muster a second stab at refusing. His hand went to your shoulder, and he began steering you towards the door. "Come on. From here on, it's their problem if one of them passes out in a puddle of vomit."

You paused and made a face at the idea.

"Yessir."

You were right - walking with Kensei Muguruma was an intense experience.

Granted, it wasn't like he was shouting at you for drinking or asking you tricky questions. Instead, he was surprisingly quiet, keeping an eye on your ungraceful gait out of the corner of his eye, but otherwise he seemed content to walk through the winding streets of the Seireitei - you'd told him where you lived, and it wasn't so far away that either of you felt the need to whip out Shunpo. Anyway, as Kensei had pointed out, the fresh air would help sober you up some.

Despite that, though, the silence had a tinge of awkwardness to it. Kensei was doing you a favour, but you got the sense he was regretting having offered. Your mind was in a whirl of confusion and alcohol, and you wanted to find something to say to make the journey feel a little less of a daunting voyage. Kensei's reiatsu washed over you like a heavy wind that hints at a thunderstorm - occasionally your arm would brush his haori and the hairs stood up on your skin when it broke out in goosebumps. Kensei didn't seem to notice.

"Why were you sitting by yourself?" he suddenly asked - not looking at you but keeping his eyes straight ahead.

You're taken aback by the question and your answer is vague.

"Oh, well…I'd said my congrats to Hisagi, so I didn't want to get in the way while he was with his friends. His other friends." you said, lamely. "It felt rude to just leave in the middle of his celebration."

"Tch. His friends are spoiling him. Most people don't get a fucking parade thrown for them for achieving a bankai." Kensei muttered, and you shot a surprised glance at him. But though his words were dismissive, his facial expression wasn't disgusted or scornful. Perhaps grumbling was Kensei's idea of speaking fondly of someone.

"Why did you come, then?" you asked, seized with a sudden boldness - perhaps Kensei's candidness was infectious. "You don't seem like a… party type of guy, sir."

"I'm not," Kensei said, waving a hand impatiently. "But I don't begrudge the kid. I worked him hard, and he gave me the results I was hoping for. That deserves recognition."

Huh. You gave a hum of agreement and turned your attention back to the path in front of you. It seemed Kensei was right - you did feel a little more sober. Walking no longer felt like a tricky task that required all conversation, though you didn't regret your decision to leave. You doubted anybody had noticed you were gone.

"So that was the only reason?" Kensei pressed, startling you. "You were just too scared to talk to him around his lieutenant friends? Or were you hoping something was gonna happen?"

You nearly choked on your own saliva at the blunt phrasing. Kensei really didn't pay much attention to social niceties, did he? You chewed on the inside of your cheek. You'd never examined your feelings regarding Hisagi Shuuhei in detail - you knew he liked Rangiku. Kensei knew he liked Rangiku. Everyone and their mums probably knew it. So having feelings for Hisagi had never really crossed your mind, because they were doomed before they'd even had a chance to take root. But explaining all this to Kensei made you uncomfortable, so instead you simply said:

"We're just friends."

"Really." Kensei drawled, and was it your imagination, or was he messing with you? It was hard to tell with his deadpan manner of speaking.

"Yes, really." you said, a little huffily. "And if you don't mind, I'd rather not discuss it further."

"Tch."

You both fell silent again, and you could feel heat creeping up your cheeks. It occurred to you that perhaps Kensei had had some alcohol to loosen his tongue a bit himself, it was just nowhere near as obvious with him since he was so big and beefy - it would probably take enough alcohol to knock over a horse before he started to show ill effects. Though you didn't know who in their right mind would give alcohol to a horse.

You knew where you were now, and you glanced at Kensei.

"I can take it from here if you have somewhere to be." you said, then added belatedly. "Sir."

"I don't." Kensei replied, and you snorted.

"Why do you care about where I'm going or what I'm doing, anyway?" you suddenly asked him, feeling like you were teetering on the edge of something.

"Thought you didn't want to talk about that anymore," Kensei said.

"I'm not, I'm talking about you." you replied, bouncing onto the balls of your feet like that might help you reach Kensei better.

He scoffed and glanced away, and you took a moment to admit his side profile, that firm jaw and the shape of his nose. The impressive fluff of his mohawk and were those piercings you spied in his ear? Hot.

"Just noticed you around, is all." Kensei said, his throat bobbing when he covertly swallowed. "When you come by Ninth."

Oh?

"Oh?" you asked faintly. Kensei had noticed you? But why? There was nothing special about you and he was a captain, and a Vizard, to boot. Everyone was curious about them, even if the topic of the reason the reinstated Captains had been forced to leave was often skirted around. Was it possible you were hallucinating this and were still at that table, passed out drunk?

Now Kensei turned to face you and you weren't able to pull your eyes away from him in time - specifically his bared chest, his firm abdominal muscles and that famous 69 tattoo emblazoned across his skin, the ink still bold and clear even after over a century. He caught you looking, but he didn't seem to mind it.

"Yeah," he said, and his eyes slid to your lips, where a faint shimmer of lipstick still sat from when you'd gotten ready hours earlier.

It was like it was choreographed. A beat of silence ticked between you, an internal debate that lasted both a moment and a lifetime. Then, before you had time to doubt, to convince yourself it was all in your head, Kensei moved, surprisingly quick for a man his size. You had no time to process before a large, gloved hand curved around the back of your neck and you were being pulled in for a hot, demanding kiss that left you breathless. You could faintly taste rum on his lips, and your back met the wall, Kensei's body shielding you from prying eyes.

Your hands moved immediately to comb through his mohawk as he kissed you, and Kensei growled in response, his teeth pinching your bottom lip, enough to make you squeak. His hands roved up and down your body, one of them settling on your waist where you'd donned a brand-new sash for the occasion, his touch hot and firm and making you shiver deliciously. His reiatsu covered you, but this time you relished the staticky feeling of it, the tingling zipping across your skin.

Fuck. you thought.

No words were exchanged during all this. You'd both passed the need for them - your bodies did the talking plenty. When Kensei finally released you, straightening up to his full height again, you were amused to notice he had a smear of sparkly lipgloss collected on his bottom lip. You felt out of breath.

"That was…" you said and broke off with a huff of breathless laughter.

"Yeah," Kensei agreed, running a hand through his mohawk in a surprisingly self-conscious gesture that, at present, seemed like the most endearing thing ever. His eyes went back to your lips, but he didn't move to kiss you again.

You understood - when you pushed yourself off the wall, the world wobbled a bit before righting itself. Sobering walk or no, you were still on the drunken side. You smiled awkwardly at Kensei, though pleasure squirmed in your stomach when he offered you a very slight one back. He reached out and his thumb brushed just underneath your bottom lip, wiping away some smudged gloss. You stood stock still while he did this, mesmerised by this simple movement.

"Should I…?" you said, but you weren't sure how to finish that sentence.

Kensei's smile turned into a smirk.

"You're going to go home and sober up." he told you. "I think you've had enough excitement for one day."

You licked your lips.

"And after that?" you dared to ask.

Kensei's smirk widened a bit, and his hand rumpled your hair. The next thing he said made your stomach clench and heat rush to your face.

"And then you'll come by Ninth and we'll see if we can't find another reason to start celebrating."

#WHAT A DAY TODAY IS #IM GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE #KENSEI #LET ME AT HIM #kensei muguruma #kensei x reader #bleach #bleach x reader #fanfiction

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darthwhorecrux · 4 days ago

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Happy birthday to my hubby, grumpy and strong Kensei! 7/30 ❤️❤️❤️❤️

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY #kensei muguruma #bleach #bleach tybw

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darthwhorecrux · 4 days ago

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how me and my moots are tryna be at our fictional husband’s house

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darthwhorecrux · 5 days ago

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Big Sexy 💖💖💖

@r473n @villainsrtasty @toxictaicho @azur3sunsettia @darthwhorecrux @koalaoffandoms

(Artist's name is on tis picture)

#RAWR #i'm suckling #kyouraku shunsui #bleach fanart #sexy head captain #bleach anime #bleach #bleach x reader

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darthwhorecrux · 5 days ago

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Kenpachi x Reader x Ikkaku

Tw: cheating, cheating!!! heavy use of word Slut, rough sex, degrading, body image issues mentioned, chubby reader, ooc maybe

Smut. No minors.

He is unforgiving with his thrusts. It is a literal pounding. The wooden bed is ready to collapse. Your pussy is ready to split around his invading thick girth. He has you on the verge of unconsciousness yet the thrill of it all is what keeps the adrenaline pumping and your body craving for more.

And you beg for more.

“You little slut really love it rough? No wonder that twig couldn't satisfy ya”, Kenpachi growled, treating you like a rag doll and nothing more.

Ikkaku, your boyfriend, wasn't exactly good in bed. Actually he sucked. He couldn't get it up long enough and so you were making love to his fingers or tongue most of the time.

One day in passing, you noticed Kenpachi naked in his quarters. Since then, you couldn't stop thinking about his fat cock and how good that monster with a monster would feel inside you.

You made several attempts to flirt with him secretly but he was dense and didn't catch the drift.

So you just laid it on him. “I want to sleep with ya”.

Now loyalty meant a lot to squad 11. Kenpachi wasn't thrilled with the idea. Although it did boost his pride.

It wasn't until Kenpachi himself caught Ikkaku cheating on you with another person that he decided to heed to your request.

“Fuck your pussy so tight, ya sure that twig fuck ya?” he smirked. “Feels like I'm fucking a virgin’s pussy.”

You want to tell him ‘its because he had a monster for a dick’ but words were not wording at that particular moment. And the verbal degrading continued.

“Ya like my cock? Tch….cheating little slutty pussy has to be punished”. He had yet to tell you about Ikkaku and his cheating affairs.

He roared like a beast and shot a hefty load inside you but never once slowed down his pace.

“We ain't done just yet. Turn around”, he ordered.

You are sore and shaking but managed to get on all fours for him. He slapped your ass, hard, leaving a nice print for display.

“Ya gonna fuck Ikkaku later? Fuck him with my cum inside you?”, he asked, pushing his load back inside before it made a mess on the bed sheets.

“No…he…ugh”. You can't finish your sentence. He continues with his ruthless behaviour.

“Tch…speak up”, he slapped your other ass cheek, giving it a matching twin imprint.

“He can't get it up”, you tried to explain with a guilt ridden confession.

“Aint that so? I just saw his hard dick buried in someone's ass earlier”, Kenpachi finally spilled the beans.

“Wait? Whatttt” you screamed when he grabbed a lock of hair and pulled your head back.

“He cheated on ya. So I guess we even? Feeling less guilty?”

Of course, you felt less guilty. There was no anger either. It was a loveless relationship. No wonder Ikkaku couldn't get himself excited. The honeymoon phase had worn off the first week of your relationship.

But was it because of your looks? Was it because you didn’t fit into the standard definition of beauty? Was it your rolls, your thick thighs? Your big breasts or belly?

Everything that Kenpachi loved in his partner.

“His loss”.

“What?” you tried to look back but he still had a good grip on your hair.

“He ain't got good eyes. You a good find. I'm gonna keep ya”.

“Keep me?”

“Ya. Keep fucking your slutty pussy. Ya want that?”

You paused for a second to think but he didn't like that delay.

He impatiently slapped your swollen clit hard from below to elicit a response.

“Yikess yes!!!”

“Good slut. Now let me fill ya up some more and ya show that cheating Ikkaku how good you look stuffed with my cum”.

“Yes Captain”.

Lies.

All lies!

Ikkaku was not cheating on you.

In fact, Ikkaku was in that room— hiding in the closet as a witness. He watched. Not just watched. He was jerking off while watching your pussy get destroyed by the Captain he admired.

For once, he could get it up.

#bleach #bleach x reader #bleach smut #kenpachi #kenpachi smut #kenpachi x reader #zaraki kenpachi #kenpachi zaraki #zaraki kenpachi smut #zaraki kenpachi x reader

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darthwhorecrux · 5 days ago

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Hey, hope your weekend's going well! I saw the prompt list and wondered if I could ask for campfire with our boi, the legend - Shinji 👁👁 fluff please! Platonic, if possible 🫶

🏕️🔥🪵 Campfire

Shinji Hirako x platonic!reader

WC: 500

CW: sfw, fluff, gn!reader

Notes: Thank you for requesting! My weekend went great, and I hope the rest of the week is the same for all of us! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) I did my best to keep it platonic. It was a fun challenge since I'm not used to writing Shinji like that! I hope you enjoy it. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

A campfire crackles throughout the clearing, your main source of light as the midnight hues of the night sky emerge. You sit on a log, leaves crunching underneath your shoes as you dig them into the dirt below. Heat from the fire greets you, warming your skin against the crisp night air as the smoky scent of burning wood envelops your senses.

The swirling bright embers of the flame distract you as you stare into it, lost in thought as you try to come up with two truths and a lie for the game you’re playing with your defecto leader as you wait for the other Visoreds to return.

“Hm.. ok! I’ve got it.” You announce confidently, eyes darting over to Shinji, who had patiently been waiting for you.

He leans back in his seat across from you, an intrigued expression dancing on his features with the flickering light of the flames. “Alright, lay it on me!”

“I’ve gone on Lisa's behalf to an adult store to buy stuff for her.” You watch as Shinji shakes his head; he knows that one was true, as Lisa's forced him to do the same before. Ok, so you’re starting off easy.

“I broke Hiyori’s hair clips once by accident.” This time, a contemplative expression crosses his face as he thinks it over. Still, before he can come to a conclusion, you continue. “And I thought my former captain was a weirdo when I first joined Squad 5.” You finish, shooting said man a cheeky grin.

“Hey! Surely that's the lie. I thought he was pretty cool, ya know!”

A loud laugh escapes you at his comically irritated expression. “Nope, that one’s true!”

He grumbles, rolling his eyes at you. “Whatever… wait!”

You raise a brow at his wide-eyed expression, waiting for him to continue.

“Yer the one who broke Hiyori’s hairclip?” The incredulous tone in his voice has you looking away awkwardly. “She blamed it on me!”

“It was an accident, and I panicked! And then I ended up keeping quiet about it… I’m sorry.” You bow your head in shame, feeling a little guilty.

In the distance, you can hear the others' voices as they get closer to your campsite. You exchange a look with Shinji and see the gears moving in his head as his sharp eyes squint at you.

Oh no.

“This is our secret now!” You say quickly in a hushed voice, standing up to ready yourself to greet the others. “Besides, if you say it, she wouldn't believe you.”

“Wha-!” Shinji gasps, but before he can get any more words out, the devil you speak of calls out to him.

“Oi, baldy! Here’s your stupid old man drink!” Hiyori chucks a bottle at him, narrowly missing the campfire and hitting him in the shin.

Shinji groans, watching as you exchange one final secretive glance with him before chatting animatedly with Hiyori and whisking her off to your side to make sure your secret is safe.

Now it's Shinji's turn to stare into the open flames before him, wondering how he even ended up in this situation in the first place.

Anyone wanna take a wild guess at what Hiyori considers an "old man" drink? 😆 Thank you for reading!

#SO CUTE #old man drink is killing me #bleach #bleach x reader #shinji hirako #shinji hirako x reader #bleach scenarios #bleach imagines #not my writing

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darthwhorecrux · 5 days ago

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black water sky

gin ichimaru x female reader. 2545 words. NSFW - finger fucking, sex doggy style. meeting in the rain.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

The rain started off slow. The sky was only just beginning to open up, so you kept walking, holding your package against your chest. Brown paper was tied around the stack of ledgers you were transporting and bloomed dark with each errant raindrop. It was harmless, until the wind picked up and raindrops began to hit the pavement with real force.

Picking up the pace, you ducked into the first covered alcove you could find, a narrow corridor between two buildings. Rain collected on the eaves and poured into the street on either end of the alley. The sky had turned an ominous dark gray. Dull light combined with the rain and the shadows of the alley made it near impossible to see the other end, which is why it took you so long to realize that the space was already occupied. Another person stood a little further down, his hands folded into his sleeves, looming with his trademark smile.

Ichimaru Gin, with the ends of his silver hair dripping water down his hollow jaw. The seams of his haori were wet and clinging to his shoulders.

“Hi there,” he said brightly. “You hidin’ out, too?”

Knee-jerk respect had you answering with a bowed head, an "I'm sorry, sir," as you made a move as if to leave the alley.

“No need to apologize,” he said, quickly stepping closer. There was no reason to run off, he insisted, as he came to stand beside you at the mouth of the corridor. "Plenty of space for two."

A man like him could conceivably move faster than the rain itself. Why he needed to hide out like some lower class animal like yourself was a wonder.

He had been through your division before, making rounds with his lieutenant in tow and delivering small baskets of dried persimmons to the officers. People were respectful of his station and wary of his presence. Standing now within arm’s reach of him, you could understand why. There was something sleek and unsettling about him. Lightning-twitch and cold.

"We'll be fine to wait it out," Gin said, leaning even closer in order to peer up at the dripping gutters. "Big raindrops like this don’t last long. You don’t mind the company, do ya?"

“Not at all, sir.”

“Good.” His smile softened at the corners. “I don't mind getting caught in the rain every now and again, ya know. Kind of nice sometimes." In the brief pause that followed, the two of you listened to the downpour, breathed in the wet smell of the air, watched the streets flow with quicksilver. When you turned back, he was already looking at you, grinning wide.

"What's your name again?" It was polite of him to ask, as if he had merely forgotten. There was no way he would ever have known it; no reason for him to bother learning it. You told him anyway and he repeated it, like a trick to commit it to memory while tasting how it sounded.

"You're in Ukitake's squad, aren't ya?"

"Yes, sir."

“Poor thing’s been out of commission again,” Gin mused, sounding sympathetic but vaguely uninterested. Uncaring, even as he asked, “He doing alright?”

Ukitake's poor health was no secret, but he was a private and respectful person, so you afforded him similar courtesy. Gossip swirled, but never built into anything worth paying attention to. You answered honestly when he asked; you had no idea. But Ukitake was resilient and kind and you dutifully looked forward to his return.

“Well, ain’t that sweet of you.”

Small talk like this between a superior and an underling was safe enough, you figured. Trapped in the rain, talking about work, about other idle things; there should have been no harm in that, no threat.

Thinking that nothing could come of it was a mistake.

His charisma and cadence were disarming; the perpetual tilt of his smile and lilt of his voice playful and bright, mixing with the rhythm of the rain on the rooftop. His laugh warmed the chill going down your spine.

“Might’ve been wrong about it clearing up,” Gin said eventually, looking past you and up into the dark gray sky. “We might have to make a run for it.”

You looked down at the package in your arms. The brown paper was already wilting from the rain and it would be a difficult task trying to keep the documents intact on the way back. The opening was too obvious, and he struck quickly and smoothly.

“We’re close to the Third’s eastern gate; you’re welcome to wait it out there before heading back to yours, or wherever. Dry off some,” he offered, his voice low and wet.

Water rippled on the concrete as you both moved quickly, flash stepping over puddles. As a captain, he was hard to keep up with, but he never let you fall too far behind. As you ran, you thought you could hear him laughing in between raindrops, a self-satisfied hiss. The Third was only a few city blocks away; he easily cleared the walls of the gate, and then kept going. Unfamiliar with the Third Division’s layout, you had no choice but to follow, even though the suspicion was sneaking fast like a snake through grass. The feeling was confirmed when he came to a stop on the engawa outside of a clearly residential building. He slid the door open, and invited you into his den.

You stepped inside, and he shut the door behind him. For a captain’s quarters, it was simple. Nondescript furniture, mostly bare walls. Potted plants on shelves. There was a doorway to a kitchen and a hall leading off to where you suspected his bedroom was. The idea of his bed made your face grow hot.

“I’d offer you a seat… but you’re soakin’ wet.”

Shirt and undershirt clung to your shoulders and chest; the folds of your hakama were heavy with rainwater, dripping slowly onto the floor.

“Well what am I supposed to do about that, sir?”

You had a feeling Gin naturally loomed wherever he went, but it was hard not to feel intimidated when he tilted his head down to look at you.

“Take your clothes off,” he suggested. Smug. As if this wasn’t the end game; as if the thought of having you naked in his room was so novel and inspired. The idea had been there all along, from the moment you gave him your name, and you knew it.

“Not a bad idea,” you said, and he hooked a bony finger into the sash at your waist. Taut with the tension of rainwater, he tugged a little harder, incidentally pulling you hips-first into him. Narrow frame, but his body was firm. His fingers stayed anchored on you as you worked out of your wet top, wringing out some water in the process. It rolled down your arms and your stomach as you pried his fingers off and undid the ties of your pants, letting them drop to the floor in a wet heap.

With a sly nod of approval, a raking ice-blue gaze over your body, you went and sat down on the couch, skin still slick and cool from the rainwater.

“Your turn.”

“Nah,” he said. “I don’t need to sit.”

His lean deepened as he rested his hands on the back of the couch, bracketing you in as he tilted his head down and kissed you. Cold, thin lips tingled against your own. Your hands remained at your sides, balled into fists on the couch cushions for there was no good way to touch him like this. It felt hotter that way anyway, with the only point of contact being his tongue in your mouth.

By the time he drew back your head was spinning. There was something intoxicating in his kisses, a slow venom seeping through. Your legs had unconsciously clenched together, your heart rate had picked up, and you found yourself needing so much more than you had thought you would. Reading your body like this was all too easy for a man like him.

“You’re cute,” Gin declared, looking down at you. It came not as a slight, nor as a compliment. It was an assessment, a judgement. The consequences of which brought him to his knees in front of you.

His hands were cold as they skimmed up the insides of your thighs. Long fingers pushed them apart, indecently wide.

"Ichimaru-taichou."

"We're a bit past those kinds of formalities, aren't we?" he asked with a vulpine smile. “You can call me Gin, if ya really want, I don’t mind it. Unless, it turns you on to call me captain, and you wanna keep doing that instead."

Of course it did. Captains were, by definition, dangerous. They were men with unchecked power, indefinite influence. There was a clear thrill to having one of them between your legs. Though it was perhaps more exciting to be calling one by their first name, you explained, angling one leg to curl around him.

“I’d rather call you Gin.”

Gin seemed to like that. His expression softened but was no less wicked as he pulled your head down to meet his kiss. Again, those lips. Tongue and teeth making your head spin as his fingers warmed against your skin.

Gin broke away abruptly, his tongue tracing his teeth as he squeezed your thighs and pinned them open once again. Every hair on your body seemed to rise as another chill went down your spine, skin cold but your body burning. You watched him lick the pads of his fingers before he touched them to you. Gently, seeking out your center.

The first fingertip had just barely slipped in when he pulled his hand back, slicking one cold finger in warm spit so he could slide it in easily, all at once. Pushing inside you, he grinned at your first little sigh, jolting at the sudden reach. Once the quiet moans turned needy, he mouthed at his fingers again and added a second, fucking them straight in and out.

Then they started curling, twisting, playing with your cunt to find what would really make you keen. Toying with you until you were shaking and biting down on broken moans of his name was fun for Gin, held rapt as he watched his fingers disappearing inside of you. The breadth of his other hand nearly encircled the curve of your knee as you rode his hand, getting glimpses of the muscles in his forearm tensing. Grabbing his wrist, feeling bone and tendon flex as he kept going, kept pushing on those tender spots inside.

Gin was easy-going, but his eyes were sharp and bright as he watched you slowly drag your hand down your chest and stomach to rub a finger against your clit. He was delighted, grinning encouragement as you started to grind against your fingers, seeking friction, chasing satisfaction.

It was watching him flick his head to clear the hair from his eyes and lick his lips as he watched your cunt spread around his fingers that did it; your hips locked up and your thighs tensed, and you drove yourself down hard onto his fingers to come.

“That’s it,” he praised, knuckles locked, holding steady as your legs trembled and you rode it out on his hand, “there ya go.”

The sudden absence of his fingers was stomach-turning, empty and loose and wet, feeling shamefully hot need. He did not let you wallow for long as he pulled you down to the edge of the couch, pressing kisses up your belly before flipping you around. Bent you over the seat of the couch, knees spread on the floor. The feeling of his fingers slipping back between your legs was familiar, slick with more of his spit. They spread you open and you couldn’t help but clench around nothing as your stomach flipped again in anticipation.

Gin cursed low in his throat, reluctant to sit back and merely watch. It was his cock pressing against you now, the tip just barely slipping in. He dragged the head around and across your hole and let you both revel in the tease of contact for what felt like far too long before he finally pushed it in.

Just like that, one of the Gotei captains was inside you; the one that so effortlessly embodied the danger they all represented. The inscrutable one, mysterious smile and silver tongue, dragging pale fingers up your ribs and holding your chest as he draped the sinuous length of his body across you and began to thrust his cock into you. Long strokes, going deep before picking up speed. His hands were coiled around you, fingernails biting like fangs into your silky skin.

The drape of the damp captain’s coat against your hips and bare legs was damning. Depraved, the act was dismissive of the whole system, his elevated status; what mattered more than propriety was having you bent over his couch and moaning as you took his cock.

Gin hiked one of your legs up for you, planting the foot on the ground to give you purchase when he grabbed your hips and dug up into you at a new angle. Feeling him somehow even deeper, you fit a hand between yourself and the couch and split your fingers around his cock as it entered you. Gin groaned at the sight and the feeling, and asked if you were gonna rub your clit and come again for him.

“I’m just full of good ideas tonight.” Gin was full of smug satisfaction when you obliged, grinding onto your hand on the edge of the couch.

Face pressed to the cushions, you were vaguely aware of wetness against your cheek — drool, leaking out of the corner of your own mouth. You tried to catch your breath and pull yourself together, or at least pull yourself up from where you had slumped completely beneath him, when you felt his hand loop around the back of your neck.

Gin clicked his tongue, admonishing you for trying to get up. “No, no,” he rasped, “you stay there,” his voice slithering down your spine as his lips brushed over you. His voice was weaker, breathy; almost whiny. A contrast to the strong, near frantic pulse of his hips as he drove his cock in fast and deep.

Finesse abandoned, he was fucking to finish. Rough, only hinting at the animal inside him, the danger and power that led him to don the captain’s coat, which he’d finally dropped and let crumple wetly on the floor. His slender hands were bruising now, holding you with desperation as his breath stuttered and he moaned. It made every hair on your body stir with new arousal despite your exhaustion; but it was no worry. Gasping weakly, endearingly, Gin suddenly pulled out and rutted his hard, wet cock against your ass until he came and spilled white up your back.

The storm was still carrying on outside. As you lay there, Gin handling his softening cock behind you, you could hear rain hammering on the windows. Thunder rumbled and shook the walls, causing green ceramic pots to rattle on their shelves, leaves shaking. Gin laughed.

“Looks like you ain’t going anywhere soon.”

(of course my first x reader fic is with gin, thank you for reading)

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