#Bleach Fic

[katsuma6]

Bleach Men Simple Turn-Ons.

Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki, Kisuke Urahara, Sosuke Aizen, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Renji Abarai

Warnings⚠️🔞: some smut - mature content - please don't interact if you are under 18‼️

Ichigo Kurosaki:

• Ichigo is a pretty modest guy and a bit shy too but, when you wear something sexy...

• he can't ignore it. Absolutely will not be able to look away.

• will constantly be touching you.

• obsessed with your body and loves seeing you show if off.

• if you're planning on going out and he sees you in something that shows off your best features, you're staying home for the rest of the evening while he praises your body.

Kiskue Urahara:

• this man LOVES dirty talk.

• building that sexual tension drives him wild.

• "I can't wait to fee you inside me" "I love feeling you on top of me" "I want to feel your cock in my mouth"

• Being enthusiastic about sex will massage his ego, it will make him feel attractive and desired. It may sound a little counter-intuitive, but it’s massively powerful for turning him on.

Sosuke Aizen:

• Aizen is a very demanding and dominant man but, something about taking initiative.

• just grab him and change position in the bed.

• tell him to sit down and just start deep throating without even mentioning it first.

• he loves watching you take over and ride his cock.

• it's a nice change for him

Grimmjow jaegerjaquez:

• sitting on his lap.

• instant boner

• you fit so perfectly right between his legs and you move around on purpose, pushing his buttons.

• but be careful. Once he starts fucking you, he can go for hours and multiple rounds.

• "you think you're funny sitting on my lap getting me all worked up in front of everyone? What a dirty girl."

• "feel how hard you made me?"

• this man is FERAL.

Renji Abarai:

• he loves when you wear your hair up.

• its so easy to pull on or grab

• he'll being holding it while fucking from behind or wrapping it around his hand while he face fucks you.

• it also shows off you facial features that he adores so much.

• goes crazy when you get on your knees and tie your hair up while maintaining eye contact

[muzansfangs]

They accidentally see you naked.

Starring: Abarai Renji, Aizen Sosuke, Urahara Kisuke, Haschwalth Jugram.

Format: short imagines.

Warnings: nsfw, fluff, language, horny thoughts, implied sexual tension on previous encounters, masturbation, f!reader, suggestive themes, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (m!receiving), oral sex (f!receiving), slight altered narration of the canon events for Aizen’s part, possible spoiler in Haschwalth part and mention to kidnapping (?).

Plot: what happens when you are naked and they accidentally walk on you, catching a full glimpse of your bare body in all its glory? Hormones cannot always be contained.

PART ONE | PART TWO

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Abarai Renji.

Rummaging through Orihime’s clothes, covered in flour and baking powder from head to toe, you checked the clock briefly. You had to make it in time, or else you were going to fail your best friend’s expectations and mess up her plan to spend a lovely night with Ichigo. When she told you she had convinced him to join her for dinner, you wasted no time in helping her cooking something decent to eat. You were her best friend, after all. You were not going to let her date get ruined by a predictable food poison, considering Orihime’s creations. Additionally, you cared about Ichigo too much to let him die like that.

Now the question is: ‘how did you end up in that situation, anyway?’.

You had spent almost the entire afternoon cooking by her side, when she suddenly remembered that she had to go to buy something to drink and meet up with Sado. You had no problem in taking care of the kitchen without her assistance and you still needed to cook the dessert anyway, therefore you assured her that, by the time she had made her comeback, she would have found a delicious cake in the fridge. Trusting in your abilities blindly, Orihime left and you wasted no time in collecting the ingredients for the cake.

Odds, however, were not in your favor. Literally.

When you finally spotted the packet of flour, you sighed in contempt for it was settled on the top shelf of the cupboard far from your reach. Now, confinding into your skills, you dragged a chair towards the counter and climbed on top of it. The clumsy version of yourself decided to show up, though, and as you grasped the packet, you lost your balance and fell down on the floor. Your grip on the packet loosend and it ended up ripping, causing the content to fall all over yourself. Never in your life something like that had happened to you and you felt in an awful distress.

Wiping away some powder from your face, you stood up and dashed to your best friend’s bedroom. You were pretty sure you could find something to wear and, honestly, Orihime would have not minded lending you some of her clothes.

Yet, your best friend was tired of you and Renji’s dynamics. Sneaky glances, snippy comments, lingering touches. The attraction was evident.

Therefore, she had set up a trap for you. As you finally pulled out some red shorts and an oversized t-shirt from a drawer, Renji Abarai was already on his way to Orihime house, totally unaware that the only person he would have found in there was you. Why? Your smart friend had made him believe her house would have hosted a small party with your whole group of friends and he had accepted the invitation.

Truth to be told, it took her a while to convince him but, when she mentioned you were going to be there, he had changed his mind.

Tossing your dirty clothes carelessly on the floor, you ran to the bathroom and took a quick shower to remove the flour from your hair, cleavage and improbable parts of your body. Renji, in the meanwhile, knocked on the front door, calling out your name along with Ichigo’s, Rukia’s, Uryu’s and Orihime’s ones. Naturally, you could not hear him and he thought that kicking the door open was a good idea.

You had just stepped out of the shower and, since you thought you were alone, you had not wrapped a towel around your naked body to make your way back to the bedroom, where you had left the clean clothes you had picked.

Now, as you stepped out of the bathroom and flicked your gaze up, you thought you had been a victim of a concussion and that you obviously were having an allucination. Renji’s rounded eyes and his parted lips, though, made you realize it was real. He was there, in front of you. Squeaking out in panic, you blushed and ran back to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you as you felt your heart thrumming into your chest.

“What the hell are you doing here?! You are such a moron!” you snapped from behind the door, knowing damn well that Renji was probably still standing in the corridor and trying to figure out what on the holy Earth had just happened.

“Me?! What the hell are you doing naked?! I never met someone walking around a fucking house completely naked!” Renji fired back, banging his fist on the door in frustration.

Despite being irritated by your antics, Renji could not deny that the sight of your curves, of your naked skin, was tattooed into his mind. You had no idea of the amount of nights he had spent thinking about how your skin tasted after a bath, or how it would have felt like ripping your clothes off of you. You were absolutely beautiful, a sight to behold, the woman he had to make his.

In the privacy of his bedroom, in the middle of the night, he had moaned your name as he had touched himself in maddness and desire. How many times he had imagined you, mouth hanging open, writhing beneath him, as he rutted his hips onto yours. And now, now he had had the chance to see how beautiful you really were without any item shielding your magnificent body from his eyes.

“You’re such a jerk! I didn’t know you were coming over! — you quipped suddenly, grasping a towel and wrapping it around yourself — Also, what are you even doing here?! You should leave and I should too, before Orihime and Ichigo come back” you reasoned, glancing at your reflection in the mirror. Gosh, your face was still beet red and you were visibly shaken.

Renji Abarai had seen you naked. Your crush had just had a full clear view of your bare body. It was not exactly the way you had planned to let him see you like that for the first time.

Renji scoffed “What? I’ve come over for the stupid party Orihime is hosting…” he replied, furrowing his brows at your statement.

You opened the door hesitantly, peeking out to lock eyes with him “What? Are you serious?” you whispered, relaxing a bit as you tried to connect the dots. Oh, now you could see it. Inoue Orihime had tricked you and that idiot of Renji!

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose as the red-haired shinigami stared at you dumbfounded. What was wrong with him? He stared at you, hooded eyes and a weird expression on his face, without saying a word. Well, of course, he was still fighting back the urge to pin you up against the door and fuck you senseless.

“She trolled us” you stated, folding your arms against your chest and leaning your back against the wall, in a pathetic attempt to snap him out of the catatonic status he had fallen into. It was pointless. At the lack of feedback, you let your eyes trailing down his body and you gawked at the prominent tent you saw in his pants.

You clasped your hand over your mouth and slapped his chest, earning a grunt from him along with a homicidal glance.

“Oi!” he protested, clenching his fists down his sides and taking a menacing step closer to you.

“Did you get a boner from staring at me?! You are such a pig, Renji, o my God! I can’t believe I have a cr—…” you cut yourself off as soon as you saw Renji’s features relaxing and a smug smile crossing his lips. You were so done with yourself.

Did you just confess your feelings to him?

“Fuck” you uttered, hiding your face behind your hands and turning your back at him.

His hand softly squeezing your shoulder, though, caught you off guard. You felt his chest gracing your back and you slowly lowered your hands from your face. You were even more surprised to feel his arms gently snaking around your waist and involving you in a gentle hug, despite his abrasive nature. It was pleasantly unexpected.

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s clear that we like each others. I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but you’re hot. — he started, propping his chin on top of your head — Why don’t you get dressed and we go out on a date? That’d be nice, right?” he asked, swallowing his pride as he came to terms with the fact that he could not truly stay away from you for any longer.

You felt your face heat up but smiled and nodded your head, before glancing up and him “Oh, it looks like someone truly got some balls down here, huh? I’m totally in!” you teased him, chuckling and dashing down to Orihime’s bedroom to get ready.

Renji rolled his eyes “I swear, I’ll fuck that sassy attitude out of you one day” he shouted after you, before entering the bathroom to get rid of that little problem making his ripped jeans uncomfortable.

Urahara Kisuke.

Working with Kisuke was both stressful and enjoyable at the same time. He was hilarious, kind and generous, but extremely lazy. That peculiar trait of his personality, of course, was enough to make you slightly jumpy and sleep-deprived because you had to take care of the shop both day and night. Why did you do it? Well, at first, you needed some extra money to pay for your studies and you craved some indipendence, but then you started to develop a small crush for the blonde shop-keeper and working by his side became more of a self-indulgent activity than a duty.

Now, when the time of festivities came, you were well prepared to run around the shop to satisfy your costumers. Sometimes, you even decorated the shelves and put on some soft music to cheer up the atmosphere. Indeed, that was exactly what you did that day: it was carnival, after all.

However, today, you had had the splendid idea to dress up as a bunny. Or, to be fair, a sensual bunny. You knew Kisuke Urahara like the back of your hand and you perfectly knew what you would have done to him by ambling around with those lovely black, soft ears over your head and a tight leather corset embracing your curves. You had decided to push his buttons, to test his self-control and, by the time you walked into the shop that morning dressed up like this, you did not fail to notice the way his eyes widened even so slightly as he hid his grin behind his fan.

Working by your side was the equivalent of experiencing his personal living hell. Every single time you passed by him, you made sure to brush your gloved fingers against his chest, your lashes fluttering in a dramatically slow manner that made his pants tight. You were playing with fire, but it was a dangerous game you were willing to play.

Kisuke was obviously intrigued. He had dreamt about you since Ichigo had introduced you two. The way you always looked dashing, the way your glossy lips captivated him and made him pant in the privacy of his bedroom, as soon as your shift ended and you left, was mind-blowing. He was so tired of having to reach his climax alone. He wanted nothing more than your soft, plumped lips wrapped around his cock as he held your hair behind your nape for him to thrust into your mouth easily.

“Nice choice of items” he had purred eventually, watching you from behind his blonde eyelashes, as his tongue teasingly darted out of his mouth to lick a stripe off of his lollipop.

What an infuriatingly handsome son of a bitch he was.

The way he looked at you as his tongue kept on savouring the sugary candy was making your mouth dry. He had read your cards, had he not? You pressed your thighs together, mentally cursing his name as you glanced up at him with a slight blush.

Oh, how you badly you wanted him to treat your pussy the way he was licking that stupid lollipop. The former Captain had apparently decided to mess with your head.

You cleared your throat and hummed, pretending not to be affected by his words and antics “Thank you so much” you simply replied, a thin-lipped smile crossing your face.

He stared at you intently for a few seconds, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, before he decided to taunt you again “Ah, I wonder how good they’d look on the floor. — he casually commented — I guess I’ll never know, though”.

You felt your stomach twist and your fingers curled on the edge of the counter as you let his words sink in. You had won, but he had clearly called your bluff. The time left to spend in his company was mercifully short, by now. The night had veiled the sky and you had closed the shop. Walking home alone in that short dress was not a great idea, therefore you had brought some clothes with you to change.

Without saying a word, you simply grabbed your bag from the shelf and walked off to the back of the shop. You took off your gloves, your skirt, your stupid corset and allowed yourself to breathe properly again. Your chest was completely exposed and your panties were so thin that it felt like you were not wearing them at all.

Before you had time to reach for the zip of your bag, the door swung open and you shrieked in embarrassment as Kisuke’s voice rang in your ears.

“I was thinking that maybe we could—…” he started, but he never finished that sentence.

His lollipop slipped from his fingers, clattering on the floor as a shaky breath left his parted lips. You, the girl he wanted to ask out that very night, were standing a few feet away from him in only her thong and those cute little bunny ears he had fantasized about for the last four hours. God, how badly he wanted to see them fall from your head as you rode him to exhaustion. You looked like a goddess and, consequentially, he could not tear his eyes from your naked frame.

“Kisuke!” you squirmed, your arms trying to cover your naked breasts as he did not seem to be able to move.

“I am so sorry, but you look so beautiful it’d be a shame to look away…” he breathed out, making you blush and reach down to unzip the bag laying at your feet with one hand, careful not to expose your nipples to his attentive eyes once again.

“Wait!” he fretted again and you flicked your gaze up on him again.

He took his hat off, a thing you had rarely seen him doing before. His eyes seemed to twinkle in a malicious light, but they were kind “How can I make it up to you?” he asked, keeping the eye-contact with you.

The tension was tangible and, honestly, what was the use in dressing up again if he had already took a full view of your naked body? Was it not supposed to happen sooner or later? You had been eye-fucking each others for hours, after all.

You sighed and arched an eyebrow up, cocking your head to the side as you finally found the courage to speak and shame left your body.

“Well, since you dropped your lollipop and you have nothing to run your tongue on anymore, why don’t you give me a taste of your skills? You surely had some fun in driving me mad too, right?” you teased him, leaning your back against the wall and winking at him from across the room.

Urahara Kisuke, the damn shop-keeper, smirked and kicked the lollipop to the side with his foot, before reaching you with a few quick strides. He looked at you up and down, a faint blush on his cheeks, as he hooked his calloused hands underneath your thighs and lifted you up.

“My, my… I figured I was going to kiss your other lips by the end of the day. — he commented chuckling, as he settled you on top of a table — I’m clearly not going to complain now” he added, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your stomach until he reached the waistband of your panties.

You bit your lower lip, when he dragged the fabric down your thighs with his teeth and your fingers tangled his soft hair “You lucky bastard…” was all that you said.

In fact, the way his tongue flicked your clitoris, with your legs draped over his shoulders, was enough to make you babble out incoherent words for the rest of the night.

Aizen Sosuke.

You had always had a weird way to get under his skin. From the moment he had met you, despite you being a mere human with some peculiar ability, he knew you were not as judgemental as the other members of your crew of human friends. You were a bit older, you were responsible, you had a brilliant mind and, obviously, he loved the way he could not manipulate you. He had the constant feeling he could never get to corrupt your soul, your vision of the world. You were too rational, even for someone like him. Deep down, though, he sensed you were not totally unaffected by his charisma.

Aizen Sosuke was not only a godly handsome man: he was charming, brilliant, and, much to your dismay, someone you had undeniably fallen in love with.

You had figured something dark lurked underneath his friendly façade almost immediately. Curiosity killed the cat and you had found yourself glued to his hip. Before you could venture further into his business, though, he had made sure you caught a glimpse of his dark side. He had clearly told you not to meddle in his private life, but you feared to lose him. You feared something would have happened sooner or later and therefore, not to watch your heart break, you had left the Soul Society without your friends or bothering to letting him know.

You had not heard from him for a whole week. You tried not to think about him, but his ghost was everywhere you went, in every activity you did. His name indulged on your tongue way too much for your own good, when you cursed yourself for having picked the worst Shinigami ever to have a crush on. His presence in your life had affected you so much, to the point that trying to go on and live your ordinary life as a human was impossible. It was like living in a perpetual agony.

That evening, you were coming back from the gym when you got caught in a pouring rain. Naturally, you had not brought an umbrella with you and, by the time you got back home, you were soaked. What a misfortune, a thing you were getting used to lately.

As soon as you unlocked the door of your flat and stepped inside, you took off your shoes and discarded you bag on the floor before ambling absent-mindedly to your bathroom and grabbing a few towels to dry yourself. You lived alone, you did not think that a certain someone was actually waiting for you in the shadows. Oh, Aizen was so upset with you. His eyes followed your every move attentively, pondering when it would have been the perfect moment to step out and make his presence known.

You were beautiful, so tempting, even for someone like him who believed to be a god. Maybe it was your innocence, the goodness in you, but he was still a man. He was drawn to your beauty like a moth to a flame.

As you took off your drenched t-shirt and bra, you proceeded to drag your leggings down your legs and shivered. A warm shower was highly needed and, as soon as you got rid of your panties too, you let out a sigh of relief and glanced up at your reflection in the mirror. You were tired, that was true, but the scream that left your lips though was not due to the dark circles around your eyes, giving you a jumpscare. It was due to the presence of the man standing right behind you.

His glasses, his brown locks and his handsome face were unmistakable. Aizen Sosuke. The Captain of the Fifth Division was right behind you with a smug smirk crossing his lips and an his eyes transfixed on your naked frame. He was not even trying to hide the wolfish grin on his lips.

You blushed from head to toe and tried to run into the cubicle of the shower, hoping that the thick, red courtain would have shielded your curves from him. You never stepped into the shower, though. Aizen had other plans in store for you and, in a swift motion, you found yourself pinned to nearest wall. His hand, firmly wrapped around the back of your neck, forced your cheek against the white tiled wall and his body was pressed up against your back.

“It’s good to see you again, darling” he hissed in your ear, his hot breath fanning the base of your neck and sending shivers down your spine.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you blurted out, trying to ignore the fact that, not only you were naked, but Sosuke did not even seem to be bothered by your nudity at all. The bastard had no shame.

He grinned “You know exactly why I’m here” he declared, taking his glasses off and settling them carelessly on the counter at his right.

You blushed and gritted your teeth, batting your eyes closed to steady your breath. You wanted to lash out at him, tell him how you hated the way he had pushed you away, throwing fact at his perfect face. He was the reason why you had left in the first place.

“Get out of my sight… You shouldn’t be here” you stated, although you quite did not want him to go. Not again. You did not want to spend any more time without him, no matter how irritated you were, how scared you were. You needed him. You needed to get upset every time he was overly kind with you and showed off those perfect deceitful smiles of his. The smirks you had fallen for…

“Tsk, tell me to leave and I may consider this option” he cooed, his grip on the back of your neck tightening as he pressed his clothed crotch against your ass.

You gasped, flushing up even more at his action. Was he excited? Did he really find you attractive? Was it another way to fool you?

“Aizen…” you whispered.

“Come on, say it. Tell me to leave, tell me to stop or tell me something else. Tell me what do you want me to do” he taunted you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he made it painly clear that leaving was not in his plans. Oh, he was far from wanting to leave. He had come here to confront you, to deliver his message for you personally. Eveything was clearly going according to his plan. He was so obsessed with perfectionism and you, of course, were exactly what he needed right now. You were part of his plan too, somehow.

You cursed yourself for enjoying this and, as you sighed and gave him the green card to proceed, you felt your inevitable fall approaching.

“Stay” you breathed out, earning an dark chuckle from the man behind you.

“That’s what I thought” he said, slithering his hand between your legs and plunging his fingers into your core without warning you. You moaned, a little startled by the sudden move, your inner walls gradually trying to adjust to the intrusion.

Sosuke bit your shoulder softly, as his fingers pumped into you deeply at a rough but steady pace. It was almost as if he wanted to punish you. He always had everything under control, it was almost frustrating. He enjoyed the way you moaned softly, under your breath, not to pamper him and make his chest swell up in pride.

However, as he pulled them out of you and you whined for the sudden sensation of emptiness, he hastily pulled his pants down and thrusted up into you. The sinful moan, strained in pain for his roughness, was enough to make him smirk in satisfaction.

“Don’t you fucking dare to leave like that ever again —he growled, thrusting into you at a feral pace — I’ll fuck an apology out of you”.

And he stack up to his vow.

Haschwalth Jugram.

You were not friends. You were far from that. You were enemies, actually. He had kidnapped you almost two months ago, making all of your friends worried sick about you. When you had asked him why he had done it, he dismissively replied that it was necessary, that he saw potential in you, that your friends would have fallen into his trap by coming to your rescue.

However, as weeks passed by, you noticed a change in his behavior. He was no more in his typical haste, he stayed a little longer to talk to you, he made sure you did not feel like a prisoner. You found out he was not a real monster. At least, not with you. Sometimes he was the one to deliver your meals to you. You never asked him why he did it. You accepted his kindness, despite the difficulty of keeping up a conversation with him for more than ten minutes. Haschwalth Jugram was so bashful. It irked you how he could have been the incarnation of the Prince Charming, if he was not a villain.

Now, you had to admit that, among other things, you had not failed to appreciate his appearence. The blue-eyed man was handsome as hell. Almost too perfect to walk this Earth, too deadly to be a human. Finding him attractive was wrong on so many levels, but you tried to hold on onto that trivial thought to take your mind off. You were still a prisoner, after all.

Now, he was a respectful man. You had noticed that he always came to check on you at the same hour. That night was not supposed to be an exception. You were laying on your back on the soft bed of your room, rosy cheeks and fuzzy mind. You were indulging on the thought of him again. It was an unhealthy obsession, a lustful and sinful thought you would have gladly got rid of, but in that very moment you could not.

You gave up. You slipped your shorts off, your panties following their same destiny on the floor along with your t-shirt. You laid down bare, your fingers travelling down your abdoment and finally reaching down to your aching core. A sigh of relief fell from your lips as you started to draw figures eights on your bundle of nerves. Oh, how badly you wished he was the one to do it. He had long fingers that you were more than sure would have fitted perfectly into you.

His name escaped your lips softly once, twice and thrice. It was hard not to, when your body was on fire. You desired him, you wanted to see his mask of pride slip as he took you on that bed.

You were so lost into the realm of pleasure that you did not even heard the door creak open and saw the tall figure looming in your room, until he spoke and your blood ran cold.

“Do you need something—…” the tall blonde said, only to feel his tongue freeze in his mouth at the sight before his icy-blue eyes.

You were staring up at him in pure shock, naked, with your legs wide open and your fingers buried deep into your core. He seemed to be composed, despite the awkward situation and it took you a few seconds to reach and slip under the covers to hide your nudity from his glacial eyes.

After enduring the most embarrassing staring contest of your life between you two, he cleared his throat and spoke again “I did not intend to disturb you. I was passing by your door and I heard my name. I apologize” he flatly declared. But you did not fail to catch the way his left hand twitched and the way his pants seemed to tighten slightly. Did he appreciate the view?

You blushed and nodded your head “Let’s pretend it never happened. — you breathed out, careful not to let the blankets fall — Do you need something? Can I help you in any way?” you added, avoiding to make eye-contact with him again.

The blonde man took a moment before answering, his cold eyes still lingering over your frame, studying the way the silky covers were draped over your body and exalting your curves. It was not good at all. He was losing his focus because of you. The worst part of it was that it was not exactly the first time, but it was surely a problem since it was happening before your eyes.

“No, I’m perfectly fine. — he replied shortly — I’ll take my leave”.

And with that, he left your bedroom, slamming the door behind him in frustration. However, he laid his back against it, running a gloved hand over his visage as he tried to compose himself. It was hard coming to terms with the fact that he liked you. Having seen you naked, however, had devasted him. He was hungry. He was so hungry he had to have you now, even for once. Even if he would have not got to touch you ever again.

“Bloody Hell…” he uttered under his breath, before opening the door again and dashing into your bedroom. He locked the door and walked up to you, stopping beside you and taking his coat off. His hands immediately reached down for his belt and he unbuckled his belt, his eyes clouded over in lust as he stared at you as if you were his property.

“Actually, there’s a thing you can do for me. Suck me off. Open that pretty mouth of yours that moaned my name so sweetly” he growled, unzipping his pants and pulling them down enough for you to slip his hard cock out of his boxers.

Your mouth watered and your cheeks flushed as you sat up hastily and flicked your gaze up to meet his “Is that a command?” you whispered teasingly, only to make him snort and grip your hair gently.

“Yes, it is. And make sure to swallow” he crooned, watching the way you smirked and wrapped your lips around him so diligently.

In the end, you had got what you wanted from the beginning. He lost his temper, you lost your dignity.

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AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! It’s my first Bleach post and I hope you can appreciate it. Likes, comments and reposts are appreciated! I am sorry for the delay, but I am currently very busy!

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Shinji has never loved etiquette, though he always liked to pretend he could tolerate it.

You remember this as your body tilts into a solid chest: a welcome presence compared to the winter chill caressing your face.

The privacy of the Fifth Division’s barracks has been a relief, especially with the distant roar of festival crowds. There’s no one in the vicinity—activities taken to public areas to celebrate. Even the forests are alight with song and dance.

Were she here, Yoruichi would tell you to take advantage of the mood. And this New Year’s festival has been quite enjoyable thanks to your cup’s generous helpings of liquor—the burn of plum wine softened to trickling richness with each gulp.

And you think, with a gentle heat soothing over the column of your neck, that maybe he’d be amenable to the idea you had in mind.

His attention comes easily when you pinch his sleeve.

“Shinji,” you whisper, leaning into the warmth of him, fingers curling in his haori; hoping to feel his long wisps of hair brushing your face, to warn him—like you’ve always wanted—against getting it in your mouth. “Sh’nji.”

Alcohol slurs the drop of his name, but he’ll forgive you, you’re sure; he’s had a few drinks too. He’ll understand.

A broad hand covers your wrist, pulling loose your pathetically weak grasp. Confused, disoriented, you blink heavy eyelids and refocus on the man in front of you.

“He’s not here,” Aizen says, face soft but pitying, his eyebrows lifted and creased in a gut-wrenching look of sympathy. “He’s gone.”

Your eyes fill with tears before he’s finished speaking, swallowing hard as emotion piles thick in your throat—gravity finally winning, letting you collapse the rest of the way into Aizen’s lap.

His hand is large and gentle on your spine as he consoles you.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, voice quiet and deep. “I know you were very close.”

All at once, you crumble. You let out an aborted little wail. It catches behind your teeth, a nauseating pressure that licks up your esophagus with a heaving breath as your mouth grows wet with spit.

Aizen doesn’t even know the half of it. You’d been close enough to Shinji to wake him from sleep; to feel his sun-kissed shoulder after lounging on roofs; to count the lines at the corner of his eyes and the tiny mole just below the first knot of his spine.

“It’s never felt right to me,” Aizen hums, “how easily he left you behind.” His thumb strokes over the bare skin of your nape when he speaks. You muffle an echoing sob into his thigh.

Not once have you received word from Shinji since his disappearance—what Aizen had called defection.

You would never again run a brush through his hair, or feel the jump of his chest when he laughs. Or even get a chance to show him your anger in person for leaving without a single word of goodbye.

[yeowangies]

Me with no makeup, you in the bathtub

❧

PAIRING: Renji/AFAB!Reader RATING: Mature CONTENTS: Established relationship, Comfort, A little explicit sexual content by the end WARNINGS: Mentions of mental health issues (I don't go deep into them) WORDCOUNT: 1900

Summary: Renji takes care of you after a few difficult days.

Notes:

This was @actuallysaiyan idea, and I wrote it for the two of us because we both needed the comfort

“I said I was fine, Renji!” You said, reluctantly letting yourself be dragged by your boyfriend to the bathroom. “You don’t have to do this!”

“Stop complaining!” Renji practically yelled, as he tightened his grip of the hand around your waist. “You were sick until yesterday! You have to take a bath, it will help you, so don’t argue with me!”

The entire block probably heard him with how loud he was yelling. It was an embarrassing trait to be so loud sometimes, but it mostly amused you, so you didn’t complain any further. 

You had been sick lately, too stressed and busy to sleep properly, it was obvious it was going to happen. Renji had seized the opportunity to take care of you for the last couple of days, and after resting and eating, a bath was next in his plans. Which, honestly, was going to make you even more sleepy. 

You expected him to leave you in the bathroom, but once he helped you undress, handing you a robe to cover yourself in the meantime, he started taking off his own clothes. 

“What are you doing?” You asked him, eying him curiously. As if you haven’t seen his wonderful naked body before. 

“I’m getting in with you.” Renji said, arching an eyebrow. “Did you think I was going to let you bathe alone? What if you fall asleep and drown?”

“I think you’re being a little too dramatic, babe.” You smiled, amused. 

Still a little tired from the fever you had only until yesterday, you rested your hand on the counter, almost stumbling backwards in a moment of weakness. Renji jumped to grab your arm, holding you firmly, and looked at you with knowing eyes. 

“You were saying?”

You rolled your eyes, but remained silent. 

Besides, why would you complain further when Renji stood fully naked in front of you? Tattooed body exposed to you, muscles flexing as he got into the tub already filled with warm water. You blushed a little as you got rid of your robe, taking his hand as he guided you to join him, settling between his legs. With a hand around your shoulders, he brought you closer, pressing your back to his chest as he planted a kiss on your neck. 

“Better?” He asked soothingly, squeezing you in his hold. 

“Surprisingly, yes.” 

“What do you mean ‘surprisingly’?” Renji asked, pinching your side and making you giggle. 

You stayed in silence for a while, basking in the presence of each other, listening to the gentle sound of water trickling and sloshing with your moves. It was a mystery if the actual bath was comforting, or if Renji's arms wrapped tightly around you were soothing your body more. You were much more inclined to believe it was the latter; Renji was simply made to be comforting. You might as well have stayed in bed to cuddle, it would have had the same effect. 

However, you were thankful he had insisted on getting you out of the bed. Sometimes you could get too much in your own head, and he knew that too well to let you stay in bed for too long. It was inevitable if you were sick, but as soon as you got a little better, the scenery had to change, and he was more than willing to help you. 

Bless his heart.

“I know you said you didn’t have a fever anymore,” Renji commented, gently putting his hand on your forehead. “But you still feel too warm.”

“I’m fine, Renji,” You rolled your eyes, letting him play doctor as he measured your temperature for a few seconds before putting his hand away. “You’re acting like such a mom.”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t take care of you?”

You didn’t expect him pinching your side again, and you squeaked, making the water slosh and spill onto the bathroom floor. 

“You should be the kind of boyfriend who doesn’t tease his girlfriend!”

“That’d be too boring now, wouldn’t it?” Renji grinned before planting a mushy kiss on your cheek. 

You let it slide because your heart skipped a beat so strongly you worried you might suddenly die. 

It was a silly thing that sometimes invaded your brain, but you were concerned that you might actually like Renji more than he actually liked you. Evidence proved that at the very least he liked you just as much; taking care of a sick person was something not every partner would do, as basic as it was, and he actually helped you before you even considered asking him for help. But your own insecurities got the best of you sometimes, and trepidation slowly but surely crept inside your heart. 

“What’s up?” He suddenly asked, and you jolted slightly in his arms. 

“What?”

“You tensed up suddenly, do you feel sick again?”

“Oh… No, I’m fine.”

“Tell me.” Renji pressed you as closely and tightly as he could, nuzzling his nose against your neck. 

You sighed, pondering on whether or not to be fully honest, moderately honest, or just straight up lie. 

Since he had been so caring with you this time, you figured you owed him sincerity.

“Do you love me, Renji?” You asked quietly. 

“Huh? Wh-Why are you suddenly asking me that?! Of course I love you!” 

His face was almost the same shade as his hair when you turned to look at him, and warmth spreaded through your heart.

“You didn’t just ask me that to embarrass me, did you?” Renji inquired, burying his face in your hair. 

“Is it embarrassing to say you love me?” You teased him.

“You know that’s not-”

“I’m kidding!” You giggled as he huffed, and you relaxed in his arms, leaning your head on his shoulder. You were relieved by a whole lot, though the anxiety you had there was still there, even if it was shrinking. It was always going to be there, no matter what you did, so while he had answered you truthfully, you might need to be more honest to let him understand you better. “I was just asking ‘cause, you know… I have doubts sometimes…”

“About me?” Renji asked, and you could see his own nervousness when he asked you that, and you mentally slapped yourself in the face. 

“No, not about you! I love you, it’s just… am I not too much sometimes?” Those words slipped from your lips with a quiet voice, and when he didn’t reply right away, you went on. “This is not because of you, but sometimes I think I feel things too deeply. And no matter what I do, it’s never enough, like, how can someone love me, right, if what I do just feels like the bare minimum? And you know how sensitive I get about so many things and I can’t even help it, it must be annoying as hell for you to deal with me… So what is there to love?”

You sighed, voice softened the more you spoke until you felt like the words melted into thin air. 

“That’s weird. I never actually thought of you that way.” 

“No?” You sniffled, realizing you were closer to tears than you initially thought. 

“If I did, I wouldn’t be here, would I?” Renji replied in a gentle tone. “I know you overthink, way too much, it’s not like I didn’t notice. But that’s not a deal breaker for me. If anything I wish you wouldn’t think so lowly of yourself, or of me. What kind of man am I if I tell you that I love you when I don’t?”

Renji had a way with words sometimes. As much as he was hot headed and smug, there was a sensitivity to him that you weren’t sure if he even knew about it. He would certainly be embarrassed if you pointed it out, but you appreciated it more than anything. 

“Besides, there’s so much to love about you.” He continued, his hand reaching for yours inside the bathtub until your fingers were intertwined. “You feel things too deeply, you said, so? I think that’s an awesome thing. You’re considerate, sweet, you work hard. You always tell me to eat well and rest. Not to mention you’re hot, but I’m sensing that’s not what you wanna hear right now.”

You chuckled, and you felt him smirk against the back of your neck. 

“That’s always a nice thing to hear.” 

“You’ve been there when I needed you, so I’m gonna be here when you need me, and I’ll even carry you if that’s what it takes to keep you going.”

Renji wrapped his arms back around you, where they were when you first got into the bathtub, and squeezed you in his arms for the umpteenth time before running his hands up and down your sides, breathing softly against the skin of your neck. Having him so close, and the wonderful words he had just said to you, gave you comfort, and your heart swelled in your chest with affection. 

“Thank you, babe.” Turning your head to the side, you pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek. “You’re so sweet, you know that?”

“Don’t compliment me now,” Renji rolled his eyes, and you watched him with amusement as redness spread across his cheeks. 

With a hand sliding up his jaw, you guided him to meet your lips in a soft kiss. He hummed contently when you tangled your fingers in his hair, and you were upset that he still had his ponytail and hadn’t let it loose. He inhaled sharply as you deepened the kiss, parting your lips to let him slide his tongue across yours.

The softness and heat of it all gave you goosebumps all over, reminding you that it has been a while since you’ve been intimate. You knew Renji had your wellbeing in his mind at the moment because he hadn’t attempted to touch you more than what was necessary, but you actually needed him then, needed to feel his affection for you. 

Pressing your body as possibly close to his as you could, you purposely moaned into the kiss as you noticed he was already hard. His hands rubbed your sides and waist before sliding up and settling on your breasts, squeezing them softly. You sighed, tugging at his hair tie and letting it fall down his shoulders, happy to thread your fingers through it. 

“Just relax,” Renji whispered huskily, dragging his lips along your cheek and planting a kiss on your jaw. “I’ll take care of you.”

The trust you had for him made it easy to unwind, especially when one of his hands traveled down your abdomen, towards the place you needed him the most. He kept pressing kisses along your neck as his fingers reached your slit, tentatively dragging them over your folds before pressing one inside your entrance, an easy task since you were already aroused. You moaned, closing your eyes once he started pumping it slowly and carefully. 

With his thumb rubbing your clit, Renji got another finger inside you. The heat inside your abdomen began to grow impossibly fast, jolts of pleasure making your thigh shiver, and your mind soon went blank. 

“I’ll always take care of you, baby.” Renji pressed a kiss underneath your ear before dragging his tongue along your earlobe as he picked up the speed of his digits. 

[blueflipflops]

I'm a bit obsessed with my current OC-insert-as-Aizen fic but instead of editing a new chapter here's some out of context incorrect quotes and memes instead

Part 2

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OC!Aizen, sitting on a throne: hey, maybe this megalomaniac thing is a good look for me after all

Aizen, after remembering Ichigo literally exists: nevermind...

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OC!Aizen, contemplating killing central 46 for the 264175th time this week: after all, why not? Why shouldn't I do it? Just a little treat. Just a little murder. Who knows, villainy could be a sexy look on me. Who am I kidding? I've seen the anime. Of course villainy is a sexy look on me.

...

Shinji, bluffing: I know what you are.

OC!Aizen, interal panic: (🏳️‍🌈?)

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OC!Aizen discovering his 'unacceptable' crush on his insufferable captain: and just when you think you've hit rock bottom. you want to fuck a blonde guy.

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OC!Aizen: i bring a whole 'lets kill the central 46 and overhaul the government to serve its people instead of the 1%' vibe to the workplace that Hirako-taicho really doesn't like

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OC!Aizen, seeing Shinji off for a mission: -and stay safe!

Shinji: I have no say in that matter.

OC!Aizen: Haha, die then.

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OC!Aizen: Captain is pissing me off lately :) I think I'm gonna do a little harmless prank :)))

OC!Aizen: *uses psychological warfare*

Shinji:*suddenly in a horror movie* what the hell

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OC!Aizen: I hate Hirako-taicho

Also, Aizen: *in a room full of pictures of Hirako Shinji*

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Canon!Ichigo (in AU): He's dangerous! He tried to kill Shinji!

3rd seat Narumi (OC): *looks at Aizen unsheating Suigetsu with a sickly sweet smile as Shinji tries to escape from doing paperwork* Yeah he does that sometimes

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Shinji:*trips and falls on his face*

OC!Aizen: are you dead? Did you die? I hope he did.

Shinji: …

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OC!Aizen: so what do we think about this, chat?

Suigetsu: stop calling me 'chat'

OC!Aizen: …

Suigetsu: … *sigh*

Suigetsu: shits fucked

OC!Aizen: Thank you, chat.

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Younger!Gin, being a little shit: When I grow up I wanna be jus like ya!

OC!Aizen, on his 6th smoke break in 2 hrs: No no no---

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Younger!Rangiku: When I grow up I wanna be just like you!

OC!Aizen, halfway into Hollowfication research he wasn't able to resist: Absolutely fucking NOT--

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Aizen: I think we can be evil. As a treat.

Momo, suddenly nervous: W-we?

Aizen: We :)

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Aizen: Hi, welcome to Soul Society Pest Control, how may we help you?

Shinji: This is my fucking office.

[mulberrysilk]

play date

Shunsui Kyoraku x f!Reader

synopsis : You and Shunsui have a little thing going on under the wraps. He invites you to his office to discuss work...or so he says. 

author’s note : Just a little something because Shunsui is one fine ass man. He’s so hot like I cannot. I am in my Bleach era and will write more fics for keyboard. 

cw: oral sex (female receiving), slight angst? , Shunsui teases you to no end, unestablished relationship, there’s feelings but reader isn’t sure and Shunsui isn’t saying anything but he’s in love with her too, Ukitake makes an appearance, Special Extra at the end of the fic, just for laughs :> 

 also if you’re feeling generous, you can tip me on ko-fi!

How on earth did you get into this predicament?

Well, you knew how. You just didn’t expect it to go this way. When you answered your fellow Captain's call to come to his office to discuss matters on the special ops squad being sent to investigate the world of the living, you believed it was just that.

Not this.

“Oh, dear. Have you finally run out of things to say?” His baritone voice teased as you squirmed on his desk, your thighs over his broad shoulders with his arms locked around each leg to keep you in the position you were. Anybody could walk in. You knew the 13th division Captain was on his way too.

“S-shunsui.” You glared at him, breathless and painfully aching with arousal. He only pouted his full lips in mock pity and rubbed gentle circles with his thumbs on your skin.

“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart. It’s only going to egg me on.” He smirked devilishly and if only you weren’t in his secure hold, you would’ve kicked him away. Now was not the right time nor place to be doing this. It was a hidden fact that you and the Captain had been warming each other's beds for months now with no strings attached, and were undoubtedly physically attracted to each other. The other captains assumed that you were just a victim to his harmless flirting and that was it.

“You know I like it when you play hard to get,” he kissed your inner thigh, stubble tickling your skin. “I like it even more when you make those cute lewd faces though.” He hummed with a smile, keeping his eyes on you as he leaned closer to lick a strip along your slit, from your aching core to your sensitive clit. Your thighs shook, feeding his ego at how he had one of the most revered Captains putty in his hands.

“Shunsui, someone could walk in. S-sto—ah!” Your attempt at protest was feeble and your restraint staggered when he kissed your sensitive nub and had begun to suckle on it. Pleasure shot through your body, your core tightening and shaking from the warmth of his tongue and the way he moved his head to provide the friction and pressure that he knew had you whimpering and panting in seconds.

Shunshui moaned against your mound when he felt your fingers thread through his hair and began to tug and grip it in the way that sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. He kept his gaze on you. His view provided him with the debauched state you were in. Shihakuso undone, it revealed the smooth skin of your stomach and the soft peaks of your breasts, that bounced and jerked with every movement of your body.  But his favorite of all was his view of your face. Your pretty lips that would purse and speak threats at him, were parted in sweet bliss and moaning his name.  Your eyes that would glare at him with a heat that excited him, were shut in bliss, struggling to flutter open with the pleasure he made you feel.  Ah, this must be what a goddess looks like. Shunsui thought.

He halted his ministrations eliciting a whimper of disappointment from you.

"For someone afraid to get caught, you are being rather loud, my dear. Not that I'm complaining." He smirked up at you and before you could snap at him, he continued his assault on your aching pussy that had only continued to drip with more and more slick.

Your mind was hazy with need. His hot tongue swirled sinfully good, you cursed at how good he was at pleasuring you with his mouth. And those lips, those stupidly plump lips, wrapped around and sucked at your clit sinfully good. You’d never admit it out loud but despite his affinity to chase women, he was irresistibly charming when you looked past it. He was strong, and muscular and had such broad shoulders that your legs hung perfectly over. You hated how much you liked him. How good he made you feel. How he truly made your heart skip a beat so many times when he gets doting and sweet on you.

You didn’t want to give in so easily and the arrangement between the two of you as time went on, made your heart grow fonder of him.

Meanwhile, the man who believed heaven was between your thighs, was drunk on the sweet musky taste of the honey that dripped from your pussy. He couldn’t get enough of you, can you blame him? You were cuter than you let on and when it was just you and him in the privacy of his Captain's quarters, you were sweet, shy even. In your shared colleagues' eyes, you were his beautiful and revered Captain who could take down her enemies without a scratch.

But only he knew you. Really knew you.

He made mental notes of the things you liked, things that made you smile or made you scrunch your nose up in disgust, and most importantly what he does that makes you blush, what made you feel good and would have you glowing from pleasure.

Keeping his lips on your clit, he teased the dripping hole of your entrance. It was easy to collect your slick and slowly push in his two fingers. He felt his cock throb at how warm and soft your walls were, and how it squeezed him.

You moaned out his name so sweetly again and the further he plunged his digits and played with your clit, the more he could feel your velvety walls pulse around him. He curled his fingers. Your back arched. Your thighs trembled on his shoulders and the grip you had on his hair tightened.

“S-shun…” you tried your best to speak, propping yourself up on your elbows to have a good look at him. You shouldn’t have been so turned on at the sight of him like this, and yet when he curled those fingers again, your head threw back in bliss. God. He was going to kill you.

He detached from your pink heat briefly. “I can tell you’re close, darling. Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

Without hesitation or a look of stubbornness, you nodded. Your eyes were soft yet pleading. Your pretty lips were caught between your teeth, Shunsui unaware of how consumed you were with the idea of kissing him.

Before he could latch on again, he felt your soft delicate fingers touching his bigger, rougher ones. He raised his gaze to you, brows arched in question. He paused and curiously let you do what you wanted. Your fingers moved to intertwine with his and once both your hands held his, you shyly looked away. Shunsui felt as if he could die right there. You were just so— he couldn’t even find the right words to encompass the entirety of you that has bewitched him. He gave your little hands a gentle squeeze, the action being something so intimately different between the two of you before he delved his tongue into your walls, nose bridge pressed against your sensitive pearl. Your melodious whimpers and moans commenced once more.

Tethering on the edge of your climax, your stomach coiled and your hips visibly shook. It was getting all too much. There was no way you were going to be able to hold back from cumming. The vibration from his ravenous groans and the pressure of his nose against your clit, moving with the way his tongue tensed and swirled inside of you, tipped you over.

Your hands clenched his tightly as your back arched and convulsed with the orgasm that shot through your body. Shunsui didn’t stop kissing and lapping at your folds, wanting to taste the honey that spilled from your climax. Not wanting to overstimulate you further, his lips left your pulsing core and he swiped his tongue over them to not let it go to waste. He opted to lean his head on your tummy, watching your chest rise and fall. He held your hands still, softly playing with your twined fingers, lazily looking up at you with a satisfied grin on his face.

“That’s my pretty girl.“ He cooed, pressing a kiss on your hip bone.

When you were able to catch your breath, your legs still dangled over his shoulders. You slid them off, letting them fall to the side, and slipped one of your hands from his to prop yourself up on his desk. Your body still tingled with the waves of pleasure that bounced within your body and he lifted his head off your tummy, to let you sit up fully.

“Hey.” Half-lidded, deep-set eyes met yours. Your left hand was still intertwined with his and you scooted closer, tugging at his collar so that he could sit properly on his captain’s chair and that his face was leveled with yours which lined up perfectly due to how tall he was. “Am I going to get a good review—

You cut off his deep smooth baritone voice with your lips. Shunsui’s brows raised slightly with surprise but immediately melted into the kiss. You could taste yourself on them. When he felt your little tongue swipe on his bottom lip, he parted his lips to let you have a better taste. He hummed deeply at your sweet kiss, your arms draped over his shoulders and he couldn’t help but pull you from the edge of the desk, and into his lap. Your lips parted in a gasp when your sensitive heat was pressed right against his closed erection, his hakama confining him. He took that opportunity to slot his tongue into your cute little mouth, finding so much bliss in kissing you. It was different, this kiss. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was that made it different other than you were the one who initiated it.

Breaking apart to get air, he was met with this hazy look in your eyes that made him melt. His hand came to your cheek and he was taken aback when, like a cat, you leaned into his touch.

"Oh, dear..." he drawled out with a teasing smile that softened the more he stared at you, all flushed and glowing from pleasure. "When did you get so sweet like this? Hm? Have I finally made you fall for me?"

You batted your lashes at him, silent. He was trying to goad you. Just when you were being all nice and affectionate. He waited for your response while you gave him a chance to say something, anything, that wasn't teasing or goading.

He stroked your cheek with his knuckles, his thumb tracing your plump lower lips. His own lips parted and your heart sped up a little. You didn't know what you wanted to hear from the brunette before you but you wanted something more, and you hoped he knew what that was.

"Will you..." his voice lowered as he leaned close as if to kiss you again. "Return the favor?"

The atmosphere the two of you had created, cracked.  Sighing, you pulled away from his touch and slipped from his lap, the man left speechless at the sudden absence of your warmth.

"Y/N-channnn." He whined, brows furrowing as he watched you bend over to slip your underwear on, followed by your hakama. "Come back, sweetheart. Did I say something wrong?"

You rolled your eyes, fastening your shihakusho to conceal any exposed skin and with every movement the fabric made to cover your skin, the man was getting more and more desperate. Fixing your hair, you went to grab your zanpakuto that was leaning against the wall.

"You're leaving? Y/N-chan, you can't just leave." You turned to face him, to see pleading confused brown eyes. "Not like this." He gestured to his lap, to his hard-on that was begging for your touch and that had ached with every moan that slipped from your lips earlier.

"Yes, I can." You huffed. You would have relieved him if he wasn't just...just...ugh. You didn't even know. It's not like the sex was terrible. Far from it. Maybe...just maybe you were tired of playing this game you two started. You wanted more and you didn't feel safe enough to admit it to him out loud yet when he's not showing any signs of wanting more too.

A knock on the door was your cue to leave.

"Oh, hello, Y/N!" Ukitake's gentle, handsome voice sounded and you politely smiled at his greeting on your way out.

"Aren't you going to stay for the discussion?" His brows furrowed, confused as to why you were leaving already, glancing at Shunsui who shifted in his seat and had his gaze set on you. Did you two fight again?

"I'm all caught up, Ukitake-taichou. Kyoraku-taichou, will inform you of the preparations and shinigami who will be in the special ops squad. I have some other important matters to deal with." You replied, bowing your head slightly with respect.

"Y/N-chan." Shunsui's voice called out, masking his need and disappointment. It was as if he was telling you with his eyes that he wanted to speak with you after. You can't promise him that.

"I'll see you when I see you." You huffed with a cute pout that was foreign to Ukitake and a little familiar to Shunsui. It was the cute almost heart-fluttering, kind of pout women made when they're upset over their significant other or the kind of pout an annoyed child makes when someone steals their toy.

"Perverted old man." You narrowed your eyes at him, the outspoken aura of your being a Captain cracked, your head hot with annoyance and your body still all fuzzy and soft from the orgasm Shunsui's stupid, stupid, stupid, mouth gave you. You stomped away, the sight a little adorable to the two captains as very rarely do you act so endearingly and far from the repose you had as their fellow captain.

Shunsui sighed as you disappeared down the hall in a quick flash step and Ukitake clicked his tongue. With hands on his hips, he shook his head and looked at his friend.

"What did you do now, Shunsui?"

Special Extra

“Reporting live in the Seireitei! I am Matsumoto Rangiku, your gorgeous host! Just this week, Captain L/N was spotted in Captain Kyouraku’s office TWICE!”

She holds out the mic to her first victim, flinching as it was shoved towards his face.

“What are your thoughts on THAT Captain Ukitake seeing that its YOUR best friend?”

Ukitake, trying his best to defend shunsui but being a bad liar, “I’m…….. not sure”

*cue comical sparkly segue *

Nanao: he’s just being a pervert. I’m sure someone as strong, smart and beautiful as  Captain L/N has a different type

Yachiru, smelling mischief: but yesterday, I saw Y/N head to Captain Kyouraku’s quarters at night

Kenpachi: Who’s [beep]ing who?

Rangiku: AH, please censor yourself for the sake of this interview, we stream to under 18 users too

Kenpachi: Oh *censored* sorry, my bad, *censored* *censored*, but yeah they’re definitely *censored*

Hisagi : Kyoraku did smell like Captain L/N’s  perfume

Rangiku, Kira, Ikkaku, Yumichika: 😐 how do u know what she smells like

Hisagi : 👁️👄👁️

Captain Komamura: hes right though

Rangiku: *gasps*

Hisagi, the hole he dug getting bigger: y-yeah

Rangiku; what about you Captain Unohana?

Unohana: oh? I guess if the rumours are true. I’ll think they’ll have very cute children 🥰

Rangiku: Captain Komamura how would you like to put your abilities to use and do some detective work with us????

Tosen, imagines Komamura sniffing around like a dog: no, don’t

Byakuya: It is unprofessional to fornicate in the workplace.

Cut to the 6th division barracks. Members of the squad are seen cleaning floors and every surface meticulously.

Byakuya, a couple of feet away from them and in range of the camera shot : You can never be too careful.

Nemu, on the side: But according to the data we collected recently from our security footage regarding pigeon flight patterns, we also collected the common paths that the Captains of the Gotei 13 undertake and concluded that Captain L/N and Captain Kyouraku do spend an inordinate amount of time together

Rangiku: why….why are you collecting that data

Gin: oh? You guys only found out about this now? I’ve been spotting them go at it like rabbits for a while now

Rangiku: !?!??!?!?!!?

Gin: Im kidding

Everyone else: ……

Aizen, trying to be a pacifist and hide his taylor swift reputation era mode: They do make a lovely couple

Rangiku: As part of the onmitsukido, surely you might have seen something

Soi fong ,turning red: the lives of other captains matter not to me

Yoruichi: come on soi fong drop the tea

Soi fong: i-i-i m-may have seen them…………

Urahara: Captain L/N? No way *gasps then lights up* Did you know she was my first?

Rangiku: First??????

Urahara : 😌✨ it’s up for interpretation ✨.

Turns to the camera. Backdrop changed to a crayon coloured art piece, advertising candy.

Urahara: If you wanna spy more efficiently on the captains, might i suggest my latest invention, Mars-hollows!

Rangiku: Seeing as how youre the subject of all this gossip and that Captain L/N refuses to make a comment, what say you Captain Kyouraku??

Shunsui: Oh? Yeah, we’re fucking.

Captain Y/N : please take not that Captain Kyouraku has been demoted from fuck buddy to no buddy

Hitsugaya : Rangiku this is what youve been doing instead of your job????!???

fin

[yutaoko]

The ‘Hellevator’ (Toshiro x Female Reader)

The title pretty much suggests it, but what happens when you get stuck in an elevator alone with Toshiro?

NSFW warning

The awkwardness between you and this man were unbearable.

You were the only 2 people in this elevator, and the silence was starting to make you feel uneasy. The only sound you could hear was when one of you moved a bit and your clothes rustled. Other than that, it was pure distress for you.

“What floor did you say you needed to go on, again?”

You turned to face the man. He was glaring at you, waiting for a response.

“10th…floor.” You said.

He nodded.

“Guess I’ll let you go first. It’s the 11th floor for me, surprisingly.” He said.

All of a sudden, the elevator made an unsettling noise and you felt it stop moving.

The man began shaking his head.

“Again? Seriously? This is the second time in a week ever since this damn elevator stopped working.” He sighed.

You suddenly felt your panic increase.

“What…do we do? When will we be free? Wh-”

The man walked over to you and pinned you against the wall of the elevator.

“Stop panicking. There’s nothing to worry about.” He spoke.

He was so close to you that it made your heart skip a beat. He was just so handsome that you felt your cheeks warm up while you were admiring his features. And it was obvious that he noticed because the serious expression on his face curled up into a small smirk.

“What are you looking at?” He whispered, moving his face closer to yours.

You tried to look away from him in embarrassment, when all of a sudden he held your chin and made you face him, diving deep into a passionate kiss. You slowly closed your eyes as his tongue intertwined with yours, causing quiet moans and grunts in between.

You were shocked at his sudden approach, but oh you did not know what this man was doing all this time.

Ever since you walked into that elevator, he fell in love in an instant. He could not take his eyes off the way your body looked in that dress, your curves so perfect and exquisite and your shoulders fully exposed. He could immediately tell that you just came back from a party, but he was eager to make this night even more exciting. And while you were looking away from him, he’d occasionally check on his hard throbbing cock, waiting to be sucked by you. And now, he could not wait any longer.

The man pulled away from you, his face tense and serious again.

“Do me a favour.” He said.

“Hm?” You said in response.

His lust filled eyes looked into yours.

“I want you to suck my dick. Right now.” He said.

You immediately jumped.

“What?! But aren’t there c-”

He covered your mouth with his hand, then smirked.

“I already took care of that when you weren’t looking.” He said.

You look up and saw that the camera was destroyed.

How did he even manage to do that?

The man removed his hand from your mouth.

“So then. We good to go?” He said, placing his hand on his belt.

You nodded.

His smirk grew wider. He took off the belt to his pants.

“The name’s Toshiro, by the way. Just thought I’d let you know.” He said as he pulled his pants down.

You crouched down in front of him while he pulled his boxers down, greeting you with his large throbbing cock.

“Go ahead. It’s all yours.” Toshiro held your head and pushed you closer.

Your lips slowly wrapped around the tip then you slowly moved the entire thing into your mouth. Toshiro let out a grunt.

You began sucking, slow at first but then you began to pick up your speed.

“Fuck yeah baby…you’re doing so good…” Toshiro’s grunts became louder and serious the more you went back and forth. He covered his face from how intense this was for him, sweat dripping down the side of his face while his skin warmed up. He felt like he was about to cum already, especially after seeing how focused you were on his cock.

“Hold on…fuck…I gotta cum.” Toshiro said, holding your head. He immediately took his cock out of you then turned away but you stopped him.

“Do it…on my face.” You said.

Toshiro’s eyes widened.

“Well, if you say so.” He grinned, facing his cock towards you. In an instant, you felt his warm cum soak your face. You traced your fingers along your skin then licked the cum off each finger. It tasted sweet.

“What a pretty sight.” Toshiro laughed, as he pulled his pants up and fastened his belt.

All of a sudden, the elevator door opened.

“Oh, hey! It got fixed.” Toshiro said. He looked back at you.

“We’re on the 11th floor. I did say that I’d let you go first, but how about you stay at my room instead tonight?” He smirked.

[itjazzbicch]

Beneath The Surface

Pairing: Shunsui Kyōraku x Reader

Summary: Considering that the reader has been dealing with an illness, they are not as strong as they once were, desperate to be strong again as the war against Quincy's rage. Becoming hopeless, they begin to find some hope beneath the surface when their best friend lends a small hand with their emotions...

Warnings: The reader is sad, and mentions of death & illness (it's just a hurt/comfort fic) TYBW spoilers if you haven't watched!

Word Count: 0.9k 

My heart was breaking with every step when I dragged my cane along the rubble-covered ground. These Quincy's must've gone all out. Meanwhile, I was sick and barely able to walk.

I had never been so disappointed in myself, unable to bear the horrific sights that were now the Seireitei. Dragging myself back to my grounds, I wasn't allowed to due to my illness, but I took my zanpakuto, then went out to the shriveled-up garden where I once trained daily.

Pulling my zanpakuto from its sheath, it looked dull, the memory of the first time I held it in my hands flashing in my mind. How strong I was back then and how that strength led me to be a captain, once upon a time the strongest.

The longer I stared, the more I hated being who I was now. Fragile and weak, a burden rather than a fighting force, considering everything we knew was at stake. Those thoughts made me angry, sick, and shaking as I used all my strength to wield my zanpakuto.

"Talk to me, please," I whispered, trying not to cry, the shaking growing worse, "P-Please."

Nothing.

No matter how badly my body tried to give way on me, I stayed in stance, breathing heavily as I yelled in an attempt to build some motivation:

"I refuse to be so weak! Please! I need you!"

Again, nothing.

Using up my energy, I fell to a knee, the tip of my zanpakuto in the ground and clinging to it as I cried, begging it to talk to me somehow, to make me strong again.

"I'll do anything, just-"

"Y/N flower?"

Shunsui's voice brought me to silence despite the tears rolling down my cheeks, only listening:

"You know that you shouldn't-"

"I can't sit around and tolerate this anymore, Shunsui!"

It was becoming hard to breathe from the tears making my throat close. I knew precisely what Shunsui would tell me, and he should've known how I would react.

"I know that you're dealing with much more than your illness," He sighed, joining me on his knees, a hand on my back, "But we both know that-"

"What? That I'm weak? That I'm useless?" I couldn't look at him, clinging to my once mighty zanpakuto, "It won't even speak to me anymore."

"Stop talking like that," Shunsui was always trying to keep me optimistic, but given the times we were going through, that was impossible.

"It's the truth," I wept, drowning in those negative thoughts, "If I was strong enough, I could've done something. We lost so many, and Old Man Yama-"

The devastating memory of when I learned about Captain Yama's death made me start to sob, collapsing, but Shunsui caught me, holding me to his chest.

He knew that I needed to get this out of my system, only rubbing my back and hugging me as I cried:

"I hate this. Why did I have to get sick?"

"If I could change things, I would," He whispered as my cries settled, "But know, sick or not, you're much stronger than you think."

Finally, growing the courage to look at him and seeing his eyepatch added to that guilt as I was always protective over him. I tried my hardest to take in his words profoundly and believe I was strong like in the past, but it was challenging.

"You've had a lot to deal with since you took charge, Shunsui," I sniffled, cleaning my face, "Don't-"

"Crazy to think that after all the long years we've spent together, this is the first time I'd ever seen you cry," He realized; the thought never occurred to me, and our gazes connected, "I may be head captain now, but you're still my flower too."

His words made tears swell again, an arm wrapping around my head and holding me tight, clinging to his floral robe. Despite what little tears I had left coming down, I finally saw some light in my dark world:

"Flowers aren't just delicate, you know? They're not just beautiful, either. They weather through storms and may lose a pedal or two, but they grow back as beautiful as they were before. They have an unspoken strength."

I stared off into space as I related to his words. It may not be happening as quickly as I'd hoped, but maybe the strength I once possessed was slowly returning to me.

"How many terrifying challenges have we conquered, huh?" He whispered, kissing my cheek, "Remember that you're strong."

"I'll try," I whimpered, watching him place his hat down so he could hug me tighter, our heads together as I whispered, "I love you, Shunsui. Never forget that."

"That's good to know. Thought I'd have to wait another century or two to hear those words," He joked, and it did get a slight chuckle out of me, but seriousness settled in, thankfully the good kind, as he stroked my cheek, "I love you too my beautiful, strong flower."

"I promise from now on," I breathed in deeply, looking towards becoming better rather than drowning in sadness, "Every day till I'm gone, whether if it's this illness or by someone's hands, I'll never give up."

"Finally got some fire in your eyes," He mumbled with a smile, giving me more motivation to keep that promise as he kissed me softly, "I know you won't. You never have." 

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome 

[nymphoheretic]

Nymph: BLEACH IS BACK!! Have a little repost from my old blog.

Synopsis: Shunsui has a silver tongue. And he shows you truly what it can do.

Warnings: Oral sex (Fem receiving), fingering, praise, squirting, implied sex

Word Count:0.7k

Pairing: Shunsui Kyouraku x F!reader

Network: @enchantedforest-network

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Shunsui was a man of many sweet and tender words; his silver tongue could swoon and charm anyone. He could talk anyone he wanted out of their clothing and into his bed. A few sweetened words and with a charming smile to match his already handsome face? And you were a puddle at his feet.

The quick silver tongue of his easily swayed you into his bed with your legs over his shoulders, fingers curling into his long, chocolate-brown hair as he tasted you. His honey-like words of tender praise echoing in your ears. Your fingers tug at his hair when his tongue flicks over your soaked clit, vibrating it over the sensitive nerve. Your mouth drops open in a silent scream when two of his thick fingers ease inside.

“You’re such a good girl.” He purrs inbetween gentle sucks. “Tastes so good on my tongue. I could spend an eternity feasting on you.” Shunsui kisses your clit, lips melding against the slick flesh as he basically makes out with your pussy. He thrusts his middle and ring fingers into your sopping hole as his other hand pulls back the hood of your clit so that his tongue could tease it even more.

Your back arches off the bed as your fingers tighten in his hair; not sure if it’s to get away from the intense pleasure or to keep his head where it was. Your voice comes out in a keen as he ups the rhythm of his thrusting fingers, twisting them as he moves in and out. “Shunsui!” Pushing at his head when the pressure starts to become too much, you gasp when he locks your legs over his shoulders as his arms come to bar down your hips.

Shunsui looks up from his spot between your silken thighs. “Don’t run from me, pretty girl. You were doing so good for me. Let me make you feel so good, my sweet.” His tongue dips into your quivering hole, licking up a fat stripe through your drooling walls. He hums at the taste that coats his buds. Shunsui moans as he sucks on your lower lips, becoming drunk off of your essence. “You’re so sweet. Better than the finest of sake.”

You feel your face heat with embarrassment as his words sent a streak of fire down your body that settled in the pit of your belly. It tightens with each flick of his skilled tongue; each rough rub of his stubble against your lips as his chin moves up and down. Your clit buzzes, thrums with pleaure as the heat spreads down your belly. “Oh, spirits!” You yelp. Palms striking the mattress as your hips twists to free yourself from his hold. “G’nna cum, Shunsui!”

“Go head, pretty girl. Cum f’me.” He encourages, his voice muffled by your cunt. His fingers twist even more as he thrust them into you. His unrelenting tongue continues to flick over your clit, pushing you closer and closer to that edge. “You’re doing so good.”

“Oh, my…Fuck! Shunsui!” You whine out his name loudly as your walls quivered around his fingers as your slick coats his tongue. Your body goes limp as you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm. Or so you would if Shunsui slowed down his fevered licks and thrusting fingers. Your belly felt tingly as the overstim started to sting. You push at his head in vain, squeezing your thighs together. “Shunsui! Stop it!”

Your clit was throbbing, pulsing in tune with your heartbeat. You felt a weird sensation burning in your tummy and you kept pushing at his head. “Shunsui!” You yelp, pulling at his long brown hair as he slurps at your pussy in lanquid licks. “Please! Feels weird! Like I’m gonna pee!”

Shunsui pauses for a moment, his dark eyes twinkling mischievously. “Just let it go, princess, You did so good for me, Let me reward you by letting you make a mess on my face.” His thumb comes up to swirl over your clit as he places a kiss on your quivering hole. “Let go.”

With one more harsh suck and a skilled flick of his thumb, you let go.  A clear jet of liquid shot out of your body, landing on his tongue and chin as it smeared in his stubble. Your chest heaves as you struggle to breathe. “Shun….” you gasp out. “What was…”

He sits up on his elbows, kissing your sticky mound. “I just made you squirt, my dear." Shunsui sits up and unties the sash that holds his pants up, his cock throbbing against his thigh. “Now let’s see if I can make you do that with my cock, shall we?”

[bleachification]

a platonic paradox

pairing: grimmjow x reader

warnings: swearing lol thats it

summary: He loves me... he loves me not… he loves me... he... is an emotionally constipated Arrancar with less than desirable social skills and a pension for jealousy. What could possibly go wrong?

One… two… three… four… five shots later, and reality finally starts to blur at the edges. Fuzzier and fuzzier, the strobe lights turn as they cut across blackened space, glowing in feverish haste. 

Maybe drinking on an empty stomach isn’t the greatest of your ideas, but no one’s coined you as a genius thus far, and you certainly never claimed to be one. Plus, you have a valid reason for knocking back a row of tequila: men. Or, more specifically, one man who goes by the name Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez—the bane of your existence and one of your closest friends. However, friend is a term you use very loosely after the earlier fight.

The mere thought of him incites another scowl from you… and a sixth shot that slides down your throat like oil in a car—smooth and familiar. 

You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to face the person on your left—a head of ginger pops into view, only to be pushed aside by a tiny girl with an irritated yet concerned expression pasted onto her delicate features. Inoue only smiles as Rukia takes her spot next to you and inspects the row of shot glasses on the booth table in front of you. 

“You need to stop,” Rukia demands. 

You barely register her words over the thumping bass of the speakers. The club is a swarm of warm bodies, alcohol, pulsing lights, and wall-shaking music. Through the haze and humidity, you make out the DJ standing at the south end of the venue, directly opposite your booth. 

“You worry too much.” You wave your hand, dismissing Rukia. 

She tries prying the drink you just ordered from your hands but fails miserably.

“For good reason! We’re going to have to carry you home at this rate.” 

Orihime pats Rukia on the shoulder in a calming manner. It doesn’t quite work, but she tries anyway. Ever the pacifist. 

“I think Rukia’s trying to say that we’re worried about you. What exactly happened?” 

Ichigo appears from the crowd and slides in next to his fiancé, beer in hand. “Yeah, what’s going on? You called us out without explanation and started drinking like you were on a personal mission to destroy your liver.”

“I can handle my liquor.” You roll your eyes at your friends’ questioning looks. 

“Y/N,” Orihime presses. 

You groan. “Fine! Fine.”

They all wait expectantly as you down another drink. Every shot turns the world one degree mistier. 

“Grimmjow and I got into a fight,” you grit out. The words taste like gravel on your tongue. 

The three of them exchange a look. 

You frown. “What?”

“It’s just… isn’t that pretty common?” Ichigo asks. 

“No. We argue, sure, but today he… went too far. He was being an asshole—more so than usual. You’d think he’d be nicer to the person who acclimated him to human society. Stupid overgrown cat,” you huff. 

“What did he say?” Ichigo takes a swig of his beer. 

You pause. The whole argument that led to this moment was dumb. So dumb that you can’t even remember what instigated it. All you recall is the hurt washing over you at the end—a vile, sickening sensation that festered like rot in your chest because of the words Grimmjow bit out right before you walked out the door: You’re nothing special. 

In hindsight, what he said wasn’t even that awful. Yet it shredded you the moment it left his lips. Perhaps you took it so hard because you thought you were special to him—in the same way he is to you. The irritating reality is Grimmjow has grown to become one of your closest confidantes. Your best friend. To be cast aside like that… to mean nothing of importance to him… is a harsh and gutting revelation—one that sets fire to your throat and incinerates whatever affection you had left for him to absolute ash. 

“Nothing of importance,” you mutter. 

The others don’t pry any further, sensing you no longer want to talk about it. They’d be right; you don’t want to talk about it… you don’t even want to think about it, especially since the earlier alcohol-induced buzz has now morphed into full-on drunk goggles. 

“I’m gonna go dance.” You’re already halfway across the dance floor before Rukia scrambles to catch up with you. 

Orihime slides her attention over to her fiancé. “Uh. Kurosaki?”

Ichigo dials a number into his phone and brings it to his ear. “Already on it.”

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It is 1:58 am, and Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez has never been more miserable in his entire life. Not when he was a mindless hollow, not even when he lost to Ichigo—that orange-haired freak of nature. 

No. The almighty former Espada has been reduced to a mopey mess by a mere human. And an annoying one at that. 

It’s been almost five hours since Grimmjow last heard from you. Four of them he’s spent trying to convince himself you’d come back soon like you always do—with that gentle smile on your face that he’s grown disgustingly accustomed to. 

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. 

Grimmjow clenches the phone in his hand and his arm jerks—almost chucking the device at the insufferable clock ticking in the corner. It is a constant reminder that you haven’t returned to him. He only stops himself from throwing the phone once he remembers how much the hunk of metal had cost him. 

Stupid human inventions. 

If it weren’t for the need to constantly message and call you about, well… anything really, Grimmjow would never have spent a cent on the damned thing. 

The phone clatters onto the coffee table as Grimmjow resumes his prior (pitiful) position on the couch: flat on his stomach, face down, and legs draped over the edge. 

Grimmjow frowns—pouts—into the cushions. Twenty minutes pass. Then thirty. Finally, a vibration cuts through the air. 

Someone’s calling him. 

Grimmjow jerks up and unceremoniously falls off the couch in haste to check the notification. His high hopes are immediately dashed when a familiar contact name comes into view: Prick. His shoulders slump, and he lets it ring a couple of times before lazily thumbing the screen to answer the call. 

“The hell do you want?”

“Are you busy?” Ichigo’s voice is barely perceptible amidst the deafening music blaring through the phone’s speakers. 

Grimmjow grimaces, pulling his ear away from the phone, then glances at the coffee table in front of him. A half-melted tub of chocolate ice cream stares back, a mocking reminder of his dramatics grief. Just above the sugary mess sits a large-screen TV—one currently playing a series of films that fit perfectly under the “romantic comedy” genre. 

Grimmjow turns around and faces away from the scene. Out of sight, out of mind. 

“Who do you think I am? Of course, I’m fucking busy.”

“Right… guess I’ll get Y/N home by mys—“

With keys in hand, Grimmjow is already headed out the door when he gruffly cuts Ichigo off. “Address. Now.”

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Tall, dark, and handsome wraps an arm around your waist as you sway to the suggestive beat. 

Rukia’s long gone. You lost sight of her when the crowd drew you further into the dance floor. You don’t particularly care where the shinigami went—probably back to the booth—as the alcoholic haze clouding your mind bars you from focusing on anything but the gorgeous man next to you. He leans in, clearly interested in something other than dancing, but still asks: “Would you like to dance?”

You study his features. Short black hair sweeps over honey-brown eyes that are shadowed by long lashes. He smirks, showing off a dimple on his left cheek. He’s a looker, for sure. 

Not bad at all, but nowhere near Grimmjow. 

The thought jolts you. Grimmjow has nothing to do with the person beside you. So why is it that every passing second serves as a reminder of him?

You shake those useless thoughts away and plaster a lazy smile on your face. You pull the stranger towards you and wrap your arms around his neck as you move to the beat. He presses up against you, forehead on yours. His lips are millimetres from yours, and his lidded gaze glitters with desire. You welcome it. 

For once, you’re lost to the dizzying heat and drunken thrills of the night, and you’re ready to get lost in the arms of a stranger—someone who, hopefully, will distract you from the man plaguing every dark corner of your mind. 

A tilt of the chin brings you closer to him. He leans in, and you close your eyes, ready for a welcome distraction. But before your lips can meet, the man across from you is harshly yanked back, and a flurry of familiar voices bombards you from all directions. 

You blink twice, trying to take in the scene before you. 

Firstly, Grimmjow is here. He’s clutching so tightly onto your poor dance partner’s shoulder that it’s a miracle his collarbone hasn’t shattered. The guy looks terrified… and for a good reason. Grimmjow is pissed. Hell, even that would be an understatement. An air of rage so heavy you almost mistake it for spiritual pressure ripples off him in waves. His normally cavalier expression is distorted. Gone are his usual smirks or annoyed scowls. In their place sits a mask of absolute crazed, seething fury. If looks could kill, this whole club would be home to a mountain of corpses by now. 

Secondly, the shouts you hear originate from Ichigo and the two girls; all three are trying to push through the crowd to make it to you and the blue-haired psychopath before you. Thanks to the dark atmosphere, overbearing music, and the fact you’re all in an isolated corner of the club, no one else seems to notice the complete disaster unfolding before your eyes. 

Ichigo breaks through the sea of people and immediately hooks his arms under Grimmjow’s. It takes almost all his strength to drag the Arrancar back a metre or two. 

Ichigo struggles to keep Grimmjow at bay. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I’ll kill you after I get my hands on him. Fucking let go!” Grimmjow pulls free from Ichigo’s grasp and steps toward the other man. 

That split second snaps you to attention, and you run to block him. In less than a second, you’re in front of the other guy and facing a murderous Grimmjow; arms spread out in a protective stance. You wobble a bit and curse yourself for getting this inebriated. 

Grimmjow freezes. The look in his eyes—a strange mixture of annoyance, hurt, and unfathomable anger—makes you uneasy. 

“What, pray tell, are you doing?” You mentally high-five yourself for not slurring your words. It isn’t easy in your current state. 

Grimmjow scoffs. “You’re actually protecting this guy?”

Said guy peeps up with: “Look, I’m sorry. Didn’t realize you had a partner.”

You turn to him and scrunch your nose. “I am not his partner.”

Grimmjow makes a snarling sound behind you. 

You whip back towards him. “And you. Are you insane?! Why the hell would you do that?”

Grimmjow shifts closer. You have to tilt your head up to glare at him. His breath fans your face as he answers. 

“He put his hands on you. You think I’m just gonna let that shit slide?” He’s speaking low. Rough. Dangerous. 

You open your mouth to retort, only to find yourself dangling upside down from Grimmjow’s shoulder. He just hauled you up like a sack of flour. 

This bastard. 

As if on instinct, you immediately start wiggling in his grasp and thumping on his back, yelling at him to put you down. The struggling only drives him to tighten his hold on you as he marches the two of you out the club doors. 

“Keep doing that, and I’ll drop you.”

Bastard move. 

“Put me down!” You let out a yell in irritation. Grimmjow pretends not to hear you. 

From your peripheral vision, you catch sight of Rukia, followed by the other two, scrambling to catch up. Orihime apologizes profusely to the bouncer at the door for the commotion caused by the man carrying you. 

“Ichigo, help!” 

Ichigo only shakes his head in disappointment as Grimmjow increases his pace. 

Traitor. 

Maybe it’s the liquid courage. Or perhaps it’s because you’ve finally lost it, but you raise a hand and land a hard smack on Grimmjow’s ass. 

He stiffens. “What the f-“

“I’ll do it again if you don’t put me down this instant, you goddamn psychopath,” you warn. 

Instead of complying, he shifts you until you’re being carried in his arms bridal-style. He just cut off your accessibility to his ass. Although you can’t ponder that disappointment for too long, the realization of what he’s about to do dawns on you when he takes a slow step backward. 

“Grimmjow, don’t you dare-“Your own shriek cuts you off as he rips through the air and propels you toward the sky. You can only tighten your hold on his neck and bury your face in his shoulder as biting winds whip around you at the speed of light. Despite the cool night air, Grimmjow is warm to the touch. In less than five seconds, you’re staring at the front door of his apartment. 

The son of a bitch just sonido-ed you across the city. 

Grimmjow finally puts you down as he fishes the keys from his pocket. The whole time he hasn’t said a single word to you. 

“Why are we here?” You reluctantly follow him into the familiar unit. 

He has his back turned to you. Broad shoulders hunch over as he removes his shoes. Three seconds later, he flops onto the couch while running a hand down his face, quietly letting out a sigh of exhaustion and a hint of something else. 

You sit in the spot next to him and pull your legs up. You shift until you’re facing him and only inches away. 

You poke him in the stomach. It’s a habit you have that Grimmjow complains about constantly, but he never actually takes any action to stop it. 

“Hey. Answers. Now,” you interrogate. 

He lazily peeks at you; head still lolled back on the back of the couch. Grimmjow moves and his shifting weight causes you to dip forward. Typically, you’d be able to straighten yourself up. However, drunk you has precisely zero sense of balance, so you topple right into Grimmjow’s lap. 

Grimmjow almost jumps out of his skin at the unexpected contact. You feel your cheeks flame up in embarrassment as you try to push yourself back up, only to lose your balance again and fall back against him. Your face presses up against his stomach, and the heat clouds all your senses. You feel even drunker than before. 

“For fucks sake.” Tired of your struggling, Grimmjow pulls you up until you’re sat in his lap and face-to-face with him. You try to ignore the fact that you’re basically straddling him. You really try to ignore his hands resting on the side of your thighs. The contact causes something within you to flare up—an unsettling feeling you push away to the furthest corner of your mind. 

“Well, this is nice. We’ve reached a new level of friendship now,” you snort. Thankfully, your stable tone doesn’t betray your wavering nerves. 

Grimmjow’s jaw tenses. “Right. Friendship.” 

You almost reel back. He spits that last part out like it is laced with poison. A sting of disappointment shoots through you, and you move to get off him. Right now, you want to be as far away from him as possible in fear of Grimmjow seeing the tears that have begun to prick the back of your eyes. 

If he hates being your friend that badly, then there’s no way he’d ever reciprocate… 

“Hey. You crying?”

To your surprise, Grimmjow grabs you by the hips and pulls you back, caging his huge arms around you to prevent you from escaping. His eyebrows furrow as he leans in to examine your face. You muster up every ounce of willpower to suck the tears back into the confines of your eyelids. 

“You look like a bug,” Grimmjow murmurs. 

You pinch his cheek with a scowl, mind briefly wiped of your previous grievances. 

“Bastard.”

He doesn’t even flinch. “You stopped crying.”

“I never started,” you retort. 

He makes a noncommittal noise. 

“What?”

He grunts, eyes still fixated on your own. “Trying to figure out why you ran away.”

You gape at him. He has to be kidding. Right?

“Okay, first of all, I did not run away; I left because you pissed me off. Second of all, are you serious? 

Your exasperation only fuels his confusion. Grimmjow’s face scrunches, and he tilts his head only slightly, but enough to emphasize how baffled he is by this whole situation. 

You falter. This whole night you have agonized over his words, never once considering that he may not find fault in what he said. Maybe he never intended to hurt you and only meant to state a fact: that you simply don’t mean anything special to him.

Do you occupy such a minuscule part of his heart? Given that he takes up all the space you have to offer in yours, it is an unnecessarily cruel twist of fate.

You steel yourself. Grimmjow is your friend. Nothing less… and certainly nothing more. He has drawn that line very clearly—in bright, irreversible red. 

“Forget it. It’s nothing,” you murmur.

He shoots you a look; he doesn’t believe you. “Oi. Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” you insist. 

His eyes narrow, and he slowly drawls your name. Irritation coats the word like honey as he presses you for a different answer. 

With a shake of your head, you cement your refusal to budge. Nothing good could come from that conversation, and you would rather suffer in silence than lose Grimmjow as a friend—which is the only outcome you can fathom. 

“I… it doesn’t matter. Not like you’d care.” The last part is practically inaudible to the human ear. Unfortunately for you, Grimmjow’s senses are anything but human. 

He stiffens, looking like he’d just been slapped hard. “What the fuck are you on about? Who told you that? I’ll kill ‘em.”

“No one told me Grimmjow… no one other than you, at least. It’s obvious you don’t care to be friends anymore,” you scoff and look away, too anxious to meet his eyes. 

Every single muscle of Grimmjow’s goes rigid. You sneak a glance at him and pause at the storm brewing in his gaze. Tides of emotions threaten to overwhelm one another, but at the forefront of the tumultuous battle flashes an intensity you are very familiar with: desperation. 

Grimmjow tips his chin down, lessening the gap between your faces… and lips. What comes out of his mouth next scarcely breaks above a whisper, but the words themselves bear a threatening weight. 

“Obvious to who? Because last time I checked, you’re the only human I ever speak to willingly, the only person whose touch I don’t find repulsive, and the only one who can mouth off to me in my own damn house and not die for it. So tell me, Y/N, who is that obvious to? Because it sure as hell ain’t me,” he snarls. 

You blink. That sobers you up. Any and all words dying in your throat as you take in everything. You only manage to find your voice again after a minute of deliberation. 

“Then why did you say that I wasn’t special? You’re giving me mixed signals here,” you whisper. 

Realization dawns on him like an iron curtain as your response dwindles in the hushed air. He shifts again. This time, switching his grip on your thigh to the curve of your waist. His hands settle firmly, yet gently, on your side, and the warmth resonates through your bloodstream, making it increasingly difficult to focus on the present situation. You try anyway. 

“Is that why you ran away?”

You roll your eyes. “I didn't run.”

He shrugs. “My bad. Is that why you abandoned me?”

For a split second, Grimmjow’s sulking reminds you of a kicked puppy.  A crass, six-foot-one puppy with blue fur and murderous tendencies. Your fingers twitch with an almost overwhelming desire to run them through his hair. You settle for flicking him in the forehead instead. 

“Don’t be so dramatic. You’re acting like I fled the country rather than go to a club ten minutes away.” You absently brush a stray strand of his hair aside, not thinking much of it. Grimmjow, however, sucks in a sharp breath and you pause as a glint of something flits across his gaze… something intimate. 

A trick of the light, surely. 

 “You–” Speech morphs to muffled protests as you press a hand to Grimmjow’s mouth, effectively cutting off whatever he was going to say. 

“You still owe me some answers,” you remark.

“Mmm… to what?” He’s getting sleepier; the lull in his voice is a clear indication. Warmth blooms across your skin as Grimmjow droops forward and nestles his head into the crook of your shoulder, leaning into you as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. 

“How about why you ruined my perfectly good night out?” You feel his head turn, breath hot like coals against your neck. A chill shoots down your spine at the slight contact, and you ignore the tingling sensation in your stomach that feels an awful lot like butterflies—millions and millions of them. 

He scowls. “What, you’re that upset over not seeing lover boy again?” His arms tighten around you, “You could’ve had a better night with me. Here. Like this.” 

You draw in a sharp breath as his forehead meets yours. Space is a minuscule concept now as his face hovers mere centimetres from yours. Your mind swims with a torrent of mixed feelings and thoughts. 

“Grimmjow…”

“I’m sorry.”

You blink. “Huh?”

“For what I said. I didn’t mean it—any of it. Swear on my life.” His voice is strained, as if not used to the taste of those words on his tongue. 

You want to believe him, truly. But the emotional, irrational side of you forsakes that possibility. 

You’re nothing special. 

The knife in your heart, previously forgotten, now twists again as you recall his words. For a brief second, you wonder if it would be better to feel nothing at all. To bear an empty chest, much like the hollow hole carved into the Arrancars. Perhaps that’s what you need—to lose your heart and live as they do, void of all sensations that make up human nature. 

“It’s fine, Grimmjow. You don’t… experience things like I do. It’s not your fault I got upset over such a trivial matter,” you sigh. 

He pulls back, something akin to guilt and shock shuttering across his handsome face. “So I did hurt you.”

You swallow, unsure how to face this new vulnerability of his. 

“Tell me how to fix this. How to fix us,” he pleads.

“There is no us,” you say. The distance between you and Grimmjow is practically nonexistent, yet you find yourself unable to face him. 

“Bullshit,” he spits. 

You shake your head, a migraine already forming in its center. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Grimmjow. I can never seem to understand what you want!” Your anger rises with each sentence, but you don’t stop and let the emotion fuel you, “I saw us as friends. Best friends. But then you go and act like I’m nothing to you, only to turn around and get all pissy like a fucking cat marking its territory when I dare spend my night with someone who isn’t you. So for the love of god, what do you want from me?!”

“I want you.”

Your head snaps up. “What?”

“Next to me, in my bed in the morning, in my arms. Wherever I am, whenever it is… I want you with me,” he states plainly. Too casual, acting as if he didn’t just drop the biggest bomb on you, wiping every semblance of your anger away with pure, unbridled shock. 

You ignore your racing pulse and focus on the intensity of his gaze instead. “You don’t believe in romance. You told me that.”

“I didn’t believe in many things before I met you.” He presses a searing kiss to the inside of your palm before leaning into it, your touch a familiar comfort. 

“Like what?”

Heaven. Home. Love, probably.

He grunts. “Secret.”

“That’s not fair,” you tease. The hope rising within you gives way to giddiness and a whole new sensation: relief. 

Grimmjow wants you the same way you want him. Perhaps even more so. 

“What’s not fair is being iced out for a whole day while waiting for you, only to witness that thing wrapped around you like some fucking parasite.”

“He was not a parasite.”

“Looked like one to me. Ugly. Small. Easy to step on.”

“You called me a bug earlier. Doesn’t that mean we’re meant to be?” You’re torturing him at this point. It's incredibly amusing. 

Grimmjow’s eyes darken. Two slits of obsidian that burn with jealousy and something else under the surface. Something even more dangerous. 

“Say that again.”

You only laugh. It is a light sound that eases the tension in both the air and Grimmjow’s shoulders. He’s missed your laugh—craves it more than a drowning man would for air. 

After a few seconds longer, he inevitably feels his lips pull upwards into a crooked smile—a special kind that appears solely in your presence. 

Your giggles falter into a faint smile when you notice Grimmjow smirking at you. He absently draws circles on your hip with his fingers, lazily tracing the curve of your back as you ask: “What exactly are we?”

“Dunno,” he half-mumbles, too preoccupied with snuggling into your neck. 

You let out a soft chuckle as his hair tickles your cheek. “Grimmjow.”

He groans, the sound reverberating against the skin of your collarbone—the place his mouth presses against. ”Does it matter? You’re mine. I’m yours. All I care about.”

“This won’t be easy,” you say. 

“Yeah, well, I signed up for you, which is anything but easy. So don’t worry,” he pulls back slightly so that you’re both face to face. “I know exactly what I’m getting myself into. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You barely register Grimmjow’s words before he leans in and roughly kisses you. 

And it is the best damn kiss of your life. 

[kyokutsu-sama]

Dom reader x sub Toshiro

A request from: @coffee-cupps Tw: Nsfw content below the line (he is in his adult form here) Author's note: Hi ! I hope you like it, I really like write this one. I don't usually write to him but I think I should it more often since his adult form is hot asf (I want to see this scene in the anime soon😮‍💨)

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Those who knew him knew that he was authoritarian and extremely organized. He always made a point of maintaining order within his division and everyone respected him, but you knew both sides of the coin and didn't take him as seriously as he would have liked sometimes. That's why you teased him for that.

He always seemed to act like a dom but it was you who took control in most moments between the two of you, he wouldn't admit it but having you on top turned him on and made him feel so good. You used to make little jokes during some of your conversations and he would look at you sideways with a flushed face. 

He looked so helpless at that moment, lying on the mattress under your control, you couldn't help but smile after seeing his face blush.You slid your hands down his torso as you licked your lips at the sight of him arching and with his eyes almost closed and needy for you.

"Y/n..."He whimpered when you brushed your fingers against his crotch

"Don't rush captain, I'll make you feel good" You smiled

You caressed his dick in your hand without looking away from him, who closed his eyes and bit his lip, his body was falling apart in your hands and you loved every expression he was making as you gave him pleasure. You sped up the movements with your hand and it became difficult for him to try and hide the dirty sounds he was trying to hide.

"Don't hold back, say my name, say I'm doing good"You said, leaning over him a little, getting close to his face

"You ahh... you're doing so well" He said with a groan

"That's right, keep going"You said, continuing to stimulate him in your hand

One of his hands grabbed the sheets to try to relieve the tension he was feeling, having your hand around him made his his body shiver. You stopped your movements and leaned over him a little and felt his panting breath brush against your lips before kissing him passionately. Heat that contrasted a little with him, literally.

"Do you want me?" You whispered against his lips

"Yeah... so bad"He said with a heavy sigh as he ran his hands down your back

You smiled and kissed his forehead before pulling away and taking his dick, slowly siting on it until you feel your insides full. You tilted your head back and moaned as you dug your nails into his torso, he grabbed your hips and whimpered a little when he felt you start moving on top of him. You looked at him and you could have sworn you were going to come right there when you came across the image of his ice-white hair all disheveled and his flushed and breathless face, he looked so hot at that moment. You started moving at an initially slow pace, he dug the fingers of one of his hands into the flesh of your hips helping with the movements as he caressed your clit, distributing shivers throughout your body. All that heat was turning you on more and more, you started to ride him faster, he was barely able to handle the way your insides were tightened his member.

"I'm...so close"He moan 

"Come, come to me"You said breathlessly

It took a short time for him to fill you up and the liquid ran down your thighs making him dazzled by that view, you ended up cumming soon after. You were exhausted and laid your head in the crook of his neck catching your breath.

"Are you okay?" He asked, running his hands through your hair.

"Yes, and you?" You stood up a little to look at him

"Tired"

"I dominated you that much Hitsugaya taichou?"You teased and he looked away feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment

He always seemed so serious but at that moment he was nothing but cute.

[momodita]

snapshots. [—hirako shinji]

TAGS / WARNINGS: gender neutral reader, comfort,       reader does not like aizen (lmao), light angst WC: 1,000 NOTE: shinji u are everything to me...

✗ MINORS / AGELESS / BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

“Somethin’ interesting up there?”

It is not an insignificant thing for another division’s captain to invite another squad’s subordinate to their quarters. But Shinji was never one for convention and has even less love for etiquette.

“Say, don’t you think it’s time to change out the tatami?” you ask instead of acknowledging his question.

Your back is to him, crouched in a corner of the room—staring at the ceiling. He was penning some kind of letter to Hiyori up until a couple minutes ago, humming to himself every few brush strokes; probably imagining her reactions to the stupid jokes he’s undoubtedly including.

“The time to spring clean has long since passed, ya know,” he drawls. Your head bends. Index finger scratching at a frayed edge, coaxing out the light click and snap of it. Loud in the oppressive quiet of midnight.

“When was the last time these were replaced?” you ask. “They're all discolored and patchy. And look—it’s coming apart.” You flick up a broken thread.

“Don’t pull it apart!” Shinji’s protest falls on deaf ears.

“I bet there’s a bunch of dirt trapped under here, too. I’ve never seen you clean it once.”

“Aizen probably had it done when he was captain.” Shinji waves a hand.

Your lips purse. You pierce a fingernail into the woven mat, testing its durability. There’s no doubt Aizen Sousuke had indeed done some upkeep of this room. You’d once walked by while looking for Hinamori and had taken it upon yourself to peek in—just to see.

Aizen was out working, of course. But his presence was unmistakable in the neatly arranged bookshelves, the futon he kept plump and folded, the desk, the tea set. All of it so neat. Sterile. It was like Shinji had never even lived there at all.

“Well, now you can get it replaced to celebrate your reinstatement,” you say, trying to sound casual around the plucking snap of another ripping thread. “They get musty during the summer.”

“Are ya sayin’ I stink?” he lilts. “There’s better things for us to do than fuss over the floors.” He tosses a crumpled piece of paper at you. It bounces off your shoulder. “And stop wreckin’ the tatami—I really will have to get them replaced.”

“Captain Kuchiki has someone do his—I hear they’re good. Efficient. He probably wouldn’t mind passing their name along—y’could have it done in like, three days tops.”

A pause. Then, Shinji sighs. His footsteps are soft and rhythmic as he crosses the room to slide the shoji doors open. A chill crawls inside. You shiver as it caresses up your uniform.

The Seireitei is at its best under moonlight, when the barracks are quiet and the only chatter is from the cicadas.

But Shinji, at least, is suited for its warm afternoons, when the sun is at its highest and it brings out the color of his hair.

(This insight strikes a familiar memory you keep of him: decades ago, before his disappearance, you would catch him under cloudless summer skies, lounging on the roofs. Perched for friendly, passing small talk; or perhaps to strike one of Hiyori’s many easy nerves. He’d tilt his head to talk to you and the light would catch that sheet of hair, illuminating it into golden strands.

And you, caught by the tempting shape of his profile, would always be coaxed to join. Sitting less than a sword’s length apart, he’d no idea of the longing brewing in your chest—so potent it knocked against each of your ribs.

When you spoke, you wondered if he saw it pouring out of your mouth in vapors like you did; if he was keen enough to spot the lift of your cheeks as you smiled away from him.)

“Something’s on yer mind,” he says, taking a seat beside you. “Don’t even think of hidin’ it from me, either. Got it?”

Much has changed since his disappearance. Not all of it good. You weigh the truth against a white lie. Then settle for something in between.

“Nothing really,” you mumble, drawing your arms across your chest. An absence of birdsong makes you that much more aware of your breath. “Just thinking ahead.”

“Will I have to replace them for the New Year, too?” he jests, leaning back on his hands.

The nostalgia of his posturing and banter stirs an acute yearning in your chest. Dry air stings your sinuses. Moistens your eyes. You think of life in Seireitei before everything. Before rising the ranks. Before Shinji cut his hair. Before Aizen Sousuke.

Before Aizen, you and Shinji would enjoy tea together. Or talk. Or admire the gardens. Before Aizen, you’d stare and stare at Shinji to take your fill of him—to memorize the ugly scrunch of his face as he squinted and the tiny lines by his eyes when he laughed.

“I want every trace of him gone,” you whisper finally, face buried. “I don’t want even a single piece of him left behind. I don’t want to remember him wearing your haori, or sleeping on the same futon, or using your brushes.” The brushes you gifted Shinji to celebrate his promotion. “It makes me sick just thinking about it.” From the specks of dirt to the air in that room, Aizen lingers everywhere he shouldn’t.

Shinji’s gaze is a heavy entity. You feel it on your shoulders—his quips withheld as he considers your words.

“I never took ya for the sentimental type.”

You huff an agitated noise. “It’s revenge. Don’t confuse them. ”

“Revenge for me?” Shinji asks, sounding infuriatingly gleeful.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you scoff, nape prickling—caught. “Revenge for deceiving everyone.” Shinji merely hums. “You had your chance—Hinamori-chan deserves a turn to throttle him.” To that, Shinji doesn’t respond. But what is there to say? The wretched ghosts of your past bend to no one.

“Idiot,” he chides, achingly soft, “there’s nothin’ to worry about.”

(The tatami is replaced by the following week.)

[yeowangies]

At his mercy

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PAIRING: Kenpachi/Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Explicit sexual content, PWP, Oral (f!receiving), Creampie. WARNINGS: Dom/sub undertones. WORDCOUNT: 1677

Summary: You knew Kenpachi was a feral man since before you even met him. What you obviously had no clue about was that those attributes extended to other aspects of his life.

Notes:

First time writing for Kenpachi but I fell in love with him last year, so I had to! I've been thinking about him nonstop!

I wanna write more for him in the future, so please enjoy!

Thank you @actuallysaiyan for supporting me while I was writing this 💕

You knew Kenpachi was a feral man since before you even met him. It was a trait that came with his own name, so you assumed he was aggressive and assertive before seeing him for the first time. 

What you obviously had no clue about was that those attributes extended to other aspects of his life. In retrospect, you should have known. 

Your entire face was hot from the blood rushing rapidly once Kenpachi had you lying naked on the futon, with your legs forced up and over your chest to completely expose yourself to him. His callous hands held you firmly in position, his fingers digging into the back of your thighs as he looked down at the enticing skin between your legs like it was the most delicious meal ever. 

“Look at you,” He grinned widely, obviously smug, as he looked at your entrance already glistening with arousal. “We haven’t even started and you’re this wet already?”

“Shut up,” You yelled, covering your face in embarrassment. 

“Pathetic,” He chuckled, and you were about to reply right back until you felt a pair of fingers slide in between your folds, making you yelp. 

Your thighs twitched when he pressed the pad of his digits into your clit, dragging out a shaky moan from your lips. The sinful wet sound of that simple action filled you with even more shame and excitement. Kenpachi was still staring at your most intimate part, and while there was a teeny tiny fear inside you that he might be judging you, the wild look in his eyes said otherwise. Not that he had ever said anything malicious about your body when you were naked.

“You look good enough to eat.” Kenpachi licked his lips in a lewd manner that only made you blush deeper. 

He fixed his eyes on yours as he leant down, keeping your legs in place as he darted out his tongue to lick a stripe across your entrance. You gasped loudly at the sensation of wet heat pressed against your most sensitive skin, and pleasure traveled through your veins when he started swirling his tongue around. You couldn’t look away; his gaze was attentively following your reaction as you watched him eating you out, and it made your skin ablaze. 

Kenpachi didn’t leave any inch of skin untouched. His tongue slid across your folds, spreading your wetness even more, before delving inside you as deeply as possible. The more he tasted you, the louder he groaned, not moving his eyes away from you for even a second as he diligently ate you out. He wasted no time in being delicate or building up the pleasure for you; this was for his own desires and urges, he was indulging himself, drowning himself in your flavor, enjoying the reactions and noises you made as he feasted on you. 

If it wasn’t for his hands holding you wide open and completely exposed to him, you would have them tightly closed around his head already. The constant stimulation was making it difficult to even keep your eyes open, but you didn’t want to look away. He looked so delightfully sinful when he had his mouth on you, smirking as he roamed your insides, proud of himself for making you crumble. 

Your hand reached for his, intertwining your fingers while he still kept a firm grip of your thigh. It was as sweet as Kenpachi could get in that moment without relenting the move of his tongue against your folds. The heat pooling in your abdomen was increasing rapidly, a talent of his to make you get so close to the edge in so little time. You gasped and moaned uncontrollably, legs trembling the closer you got to your release. He was so good at eating you out, it was almost unfair. 

When you threaded your fingers through his hair, you dragged out a whimper as he nudged your clit with his nose, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. You tried using what little strength you had to keep his face as close to your entrance as possible, letting him know you were bound to come any second. 

Your orgasm washed over you in a second as you closed your eyes, mind going blank quickly. Your muscles tightened and your toes curled, a shaky moan leaving your lips when he slid his tongue over your folds, tasting every single drop of your release with a chuckle that only prolonged the state you were in.

Completely spent, you looked at Kenpachi when he pulled away. You knew your skin must have been completely red from the strain, but if that wasn’t the case, seeing half of his face glistening from your slick and his saliva would change that. He grinned, cocky as ever, as he eyed you up and down, eyes blown by desire. 

“I’m not done fucking you yet.” He slapped your thigh, making you yelp. It was easy for him to maneuver you (it always was, but particularly easy in the current situation), holding your legs open as he positioned himself in between your legs. 

Your eyes were glued to his cock once Kenpachi pressed it against your folds, making your body shudder. It never failed to surprise you to see his size; long and thick, and completely hard as it slid between the lips of your entrance, drops of precum adorning the tip. He held his erection in his hand, slapping you with it repeatedly as you jolted, his heated skin making contact with your clit and causing your muscles to twitch. 

“Your pussy is asking for my cock,” He said, unashamed as he usually was, but it still made blood rushed towards your face, “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“You already know the answer.” You replied quietly, glaring playfully at him. 

Kenpachi smacked his cock against your clit again, making you stutter out a moan. 

“Say it.”

“Yes! Yes, I want you to fuck me!”

His dick was sheathed inside you in one swift movement, leaving you completely breathless as you got used to the sudden intrusion. No matter how many times you’d done it, you could never get used to how big he felt at first, your walls clenching around him instantly.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Kenpachi groaned, lascivious smirk on his lips as he stared down at you. “Always so fucking tight.”

Prompting your legs on his shoulders, he started thrusting into you at a ruthless pace, not sparing you even second to adjust to his size. You gasped and yelped with every smack of his hips against your ass, feeling his cock touch every single spot and corner that made you see stars. It was the perfect mix of pleasure and pain; your still sensitive skin pulsed with soreness at the same time that it sent sweet jolts through all your body. 

Kenpachi gripped your legs tightly, digging his callous fingers into your thighs, as if he was afraid to let you go. Small moments that made your heart swoon. You hoped he would never let you go, especially then; you tried to hold onto the sheets to keep your position, so his dick would stay inside. It was too hot, too hard, too sensitive, sensations flourishing in your body with every deep thrust he gave, your moans getting louder with each passing second. 

“You like my cock that much, don’t you?” He chuckled darkly, his hands sliding down your skin to grab your hips. 

A mewl was your only response, lolling your head back as you could barely even register his words, your brain was submerged in aching delight. His hand holding your jaw brought you back momentarily, eyes opening wide to look back at him in surprise. 

“You like it when I fuck you with my cock?” His gaze was completely dark, lust taken over. Kenpachi grinned like the feral man he was, obviously amused that you were getting lost in the pleasure he was giving you. 

“Yes!” You yelled breathlessly, knowing you were at his mercy. “I love it! I love your cock! Keep fucking me!”

The mocking laugh that Kenpachi let out only made your heart jump because of how absolutely predatory it sounded. 

“That’s my girl.” 

The hand on your jaw dropped down to your chest, forcefully grabbing one of your breasts, squeezing roughly, making whine. Not that you didn’t like it, but you felt like a live wire, and every simple touch made you shiver.

Kenpachi grunted and didn’t relent from his current pace, and it took no time for your mind to turn white once more. You closed your eyes, whimpering and moaning as he slammed his hips against yours, the head of his cock hitting every place that made you soar. He played with your nipples, pinching and tugging roughly, and it all added to that twisted delight you loved; a little pain only made that fire in your abdomen grow larger rapidly.

Your second orgasm took you off guard; you thought you might have a little more time to enjoy your ordeal but it was inevitable when he knew how to fuck you so good. You let out a breathless whimper, and your body trembled but he kept his grip firm, ramming into you as if he didn’t feel your insides clenching around his dick. 

“Fuck yeah, that’s it.” Kenpachi groaned, leaning down to lick up your neck. “So fucking pretty when you come all over my dick.”

When he kissed you, harsh and with pure teeth, his rhythm faltered. He moved faster, unevenly, chasing his own climax. Only letting out a small gasp against his lips, you found out you barely had any strength left, and the way he kept sliding in and out made it so much harder to recover, and you couldn’t even stop shuddering. 

You were truly floating when Kenpachi finally came, a hoarse grunt spilling onto your lips as he filled you up with his hot cum, making you moan only last time. At least for that round. 

[imaginingbleach]

His princess, her world 🩵💛

18+ Only

Summary: Established relationship between my OC and Shinji back prior to TBTP. First time between the two.

CW: Shinji. Oral (female receiving), Use of pet names (doll, princess), unprotected penis in vagina (writer encourages using safety when participating in sexual activities), OC, a goofy moment where Shinji bumps into something, first time for OC, some cursing, cream pie

^ warnings not in exact order, I apologize for that

Word Count: 1.6k

Kiana's voice got caught in the back of her throat, hands gripping onto Shinji's uniform as he pressed his body into hers. His lips were attached to her neck, leaving gentle kisses and sucking on the tender skin. His teeth scraped gently, smirking to himself as a moan escapes her. Her back arched, pressing her chest closer to his own.

"Yer so gorgeous, doll... I can't keep my hands to myself around ya," he teased as his hand moved to pick her up, holding her close to him as he kissed her deeply. He began heading towards his room, cursing to himself as he bumped into a pile of books Sosuke had left for him.

"Wha-" her inquiry was cut off by him swiftly kissing her again, making it into his room and pulling her down to the bed with him. He climbed on top of her, watching her struggle to catch her breath. He couldn't help but admire her quietly, taking in the sight of her red face... Slightly puffy pouty lips... The way her pale skin was starting to grow red from where he had been teasing her not too long ago.

Before she had the chance to question him, he was swift to kiss her again, hands starting to gently remove her clothes. He was being slow with his movements, giving her absolutely every possible chance to tell him to stop. It was when she was only down to her undergarments did she finally speak.

"S... Shinji... I..."

"Use your words, doll... Do you want me to stop?"

She shook her head. "I... It's just... It'll be my first..."

He took a moment to blink, soon smiling softly at her and gently cupping her cheek with his hand. "I'm honored, princess. I promise I'll be slow and make you feel good."

"Hey... Don't look at me like that," she squeaked, cheeks turning redder.

"Yer so fuckin' cute, princess... Just relax and let me take care of ya," he smirked and pulled back slightly. He moved down, spreading her legs gently so he could rest between them. His eyes locked with hers as he kissed her thigh, massaging the other with his hand. His kisses began going downwards, forcing her to take a sharp breath. When his lips reach her clothed sex, he sighed, kissing her and taking note of how warm she was.

"It seems like my princess is just as excited as I am," he teased, eyes looking up at her again. Just as she was about to yell at him, he bit down on her panties before starting to pull them off. He could swear he saw steam coming from her at the action, chuckling to himself. He pulled back enough to slide them down her knees and off of her completely, licking his lips at the sight of her naked pussy.

"As much as I just wanna... I don't think it'd be fair to leave this on," he mumbled, not fully finishing his sentences. He leaned up to unclasp her bra, taking it off slowly to enjoy the reveal of her breasts. He greedily leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. She moaned softly at the action, trying to squeeze her legs together. He tutted at her, firmly pushing himself between her legs to keep them open for him.

"S... Shinji..."

"I'll be back down there soon enough, princess, be patient," he leaned up and kissed her, playing with one of her nipples in between his fingers. He moved his head back down, taking the opposite nipple into his mouth. Her back arched, nipples hard at his attention to them. He switched his sucking between her nipples, thoroughly admiring her breasts for a good few minutes before pulling back. He grinned to himself at seeing the wet stiffened peaks, knowing he had taken very good care of them.

"Now, then... Let's see just how good you taste, princess," he smirked widely up at her as he adjusted his position. He licked his lips at seeing how wet he had made her, moving down to run his tongue along her. A soft gasp escaped her lips, attempting to squirm away from him. His hands gripped onto her hips, keeping her from moving as his tongue lapped away at her folds. The taste was almost too good... He moaned softly as he licked and sucked, soon taking her clit into his mouth to tease.

Her moans sounded out loudly in the quiet of the room, legs trying to close around his shoulders. Her hands moved down to grip at his hair, squeaking and panting between her moans. His tongue flicked away at the bundle of nerves, enjoying thoroughly how much he was making her squirm. He pulled back slightly, looking up to see Kiana's face. Her lips were parted, eyes glazed over with pleasure and cheeks bright red.

"Good girl," he praised, leaning back down to slide his tongue inside of her. Another loud moan sounded out, tugging at his hair. Her legs were shaking slightly and he could tell she was getting close. He let go of one of her hips, fucking her hole with his tongue as he used his thumb to rub circles on her clit.

"Shinji!" Her voice sounded out beautifully to his ears as she screamed his name out in ecstasy. Her legs squeezed around him as her orgasm shook through her, tugging sharply at his long locks. He couldn't help but moan softly as he licked her clean, beyond hard at this point. He pulled back when he was done, licking his lips and grinning down at her.

"How ya feelin'? Think yer good to continue?" He asked softly, moving to rest beside her and stroking her back gently. As much as he wanted to just take her, he didn't want her to be overwhelmed for her first experience. He watched as she worked on catching her breath, gently playing with her hair.

"I... I think so," she finally spoke up, looking at him. She nuzzled her cheek into his hand, soon kissing his palm gently.

"Alright, if yer sure," he leaned in to kiss her gently, "lemme know if at any point it's too much, 'kay?"

"Okay," she nodded and smiled softly at him.

"Now it's my turn to get naked," he winked at her before leaning back and sitting up. His comment made her blush again, watching him quietly.

He enjoyed her watching him, being comparatively slow undressing himself than he did for her. By the time his chest was even exposed to the needy lieutenant, she was biting her lip softly. It filled him with pride, knowing just how much she wanted this and wanted to see him. When he was only down to his underwear, he couldn't help but bite his lip softly at the needy way she was staring at his body. It made him throb a bit, growling to himself to get the damn things off. He needed her just as much as she needed him.

As soon as he got his underwear off, he leaned down and kissed her roughly. His hands ran down the sides of her body, groping her ass as he slightly grinded his erection against her thigh. A soft whimper came from her, opening her legs wider for him. He pulled back long enough to position himself, resting his forehead against hers.

"'re ya ready, princess?" He asked, voice low and husky from his need. She nodded silently, leaning up to kiss him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

He proceeded to push himself into her, shivering at the feeling of her warm needy hole. A hiss got caught in the back of his throat, shifting her leg to rest on his hip before kissing her passionately. His mind was going a bit hazy with just how good it felt to be inside of her. By her soft moans of his name, he knew she was feeling the same.

He nibbled gently on her bottom lip, thrusting slowly into her despite how badly he wanted to ram into her. She opened her mouth for him, his name escaping her like a prayer from above. His arms wrapped around her, cradling her against him as he slid his tongue into her mouth. Her other leg wrapped around him, squeakily moaning into their kiss.

"S... Shinji... More... Ah! Please... More...🩵"

Hearing her begging for more from him just kicked him into high gear, holding her tightly as his thrusts picked up speed. Her moans were the most beautiful thing he had ever heard, kissing and biting her neck to hear more of her pleasure. He moved around her neck to leave marks of his love, growling softly.

"Mine," he growled out after a bit, knowing he was getting close.

"A... Ah! Yours... Always..." Her shakey reply and loud squeal of an orgasm was enough to send him over the edge, shooting into her soon after she released around him. Her hands moved to gently hold his face, panting as she gave him a soft and gentle kiss.

"Mine," he said much more softer than before, kissing her back. He repeated the word a few times, kissing her each time he said it. It didn't take long before he had to move her with him to lie on his side, still holding her tightly in his arms. "Love ya," he mumbled sleepily, pulling her head to rest on his chest.

"Love you too..." she panted out, eyes closing and nuzzling into him.

"God yer perfect," he sighed to himself after she had fallen asleep, gently petting her.

[kxkyuu]

Temperature Play: sensual play where objects and substances are used to stimulate the body's neuroreceptors for heat and cold for sensual effect

Synopsis: Toshiro and the cold go hand in hand. 

Warnings: soft!dom!Toshiro, fem!reader, temperature play(ice), nipple play, oral (f!recieving), multiple orgasms, praise, explicit smut, marking, creampie

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Toshiro Hitsugaya x F!reader

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“Is it too cold, my love.” Toshiro asks as he traces the tip of the ice cube down the center of your abdomen slowly, watching as it melts and the cool water trickles down your sides. His turquoise eyes trail back up to your face, seeing the way your mouth drops open in pleasure from the chill of the frozen cube. Lifting it from your tummy, he circles it around your nipple as you arch your back from the sudden chill to your headed flesh. “I asked you a question, darling.”

You shook your head in response to his earlier words. “No, Toshiro, it feels good.” Your teeth worried your bottom lip when his warm lips closed over the pebbled bud in an apology for the chill. “T-Toshiro...” You whine out as he uses the ice to circle your neglected breast as the fingers if his other hand ghosts down your center to cup between your thighs. 

Toshiro’s tongue gently scraps over your nipple as he rubs the ice over the other one before switching. Taking the cold stiff peak into his mouth to warm and soften it under his hot touch as he cools the other one. He keeps the ice there until it melts from your body heat and from the intense circling. His other fingers tease your slit, gathering the slick that pools there and coating your thighs with it. 

He grabs another cube of ice from the cup on the nightstand as he crawls down your body, licking a line down your chest as he did so. Once he was between your thighs, he gently spreads them, biting your thighs softly. “You’re so beautiful, my love.” He purrs as he slips the ice into his mouth and blows the cool air over the bite marks he left on your inner thighs. Marks that only he woudl ever see like the marks you leave on his back. “Just relax and let me do everything, okay?”

You lick your bottom lip as you curl your fingers into his pretty white hair, tugging lightly as he dips his head between your thighs and tossing out legs over his broad shoulders. Arching your back perfectly for him as his hands slide under you to cup you rear as his cool tongue laps at your center, gathering as much of your essence as he could on the flat of it. “My god, Toshiro...” You moan out his name as your fingers tighten in his hair.

“Feels good?” He asked, the tip of his tongue teasing the little bead of flesh hidden between your lower lips. A hum rumbles in his throat at the soft moan you gave as you try to guide his head deeper against your aching core. “You’re so cute.” He coos at you, bringing his mouth back to your cunt, melding his lips against it as he flicks his tongue through your sticky folds.  His fingers dug into the flesh of your rear you try to pull away from the ice he was slowly pushing inside your warm walls with his tongue. “Don’t run from me, love.”

You feel a shiver go down your spine from the cold penetrating your warmth. “Toshiro...” you cry out, tugging on his hair with both hands now. Feeling the ice melt, dripping out of you and back onto his eager tongue, your head fell back against the pillows. “Oh my god...” your clit throbs as his tongue seeks out more of yoru slick, gliding through your cool folds to warm them back up now that the ice cube is melted.

Toshiro dips two of his slender fingers into your opening, scissoring as he laps at your sensitive little clit. “Want you to cum for me, pretty one.” He says softly, his voice a deep timber that sends vibrations up your spine. Thrusting his fingers at a leisurely pace, teasing and tempting you into an orgasm with his touch. He could feel the way you were clenching down on his fingers and knew you just needed a little more to push you over that edge. Closing his lips over your clit, he sucked harshly while increasing the tempo of his thrusts.

A loud moan left you as you arch your back up once more as you came hard from the intensity. Toshiro greedily laps up everything you had to offer, his tongue swiping through your slick folds. His fingers continue to move within you to draw out your oragasm, overstimming you just a bit as he wants you to enjoy every moment of this alone time with him. Slowly, he pulls away and licks his lips. 

“Sweet.” Toshiro lifts his soaked fingers to your mouth, pushing down of your bottom lip lightly untl you open up for him. Sliding them inside, he groans lightly when your tongue peeks out as you clean his digits of your essence. Fumbling with his bottoms, your lover unties them and pushes them down to his thighs, his heavy cock nudging at your thigh. “Let me contine to make you feel good.” He coos softly as he grabs the base and rubs the tip against your clit.

You whine out as he guides himself inside, pushing past that tight ring of muscles and pressing deeping against your slick folds. Your nails found purchase in his back as your head fell deeper against the pillow, legs wrapping around his lean waist. “To...shiro...” you keen out as he slowly pushes inch by delicious inch inside your throbbing core. When he finally bottoms out, your nails had formed bright red crescents into his skin.

Rocking his hips against yours, Toshiro leans down and kisses your soft lips and slides his tongue against yours. “Just let me rest inside you for a moment. I want to appreciate how snugly you hug me and memorize every look that crosses your face. This pain from you marking up my back is ingrained in my memory.” He lazily snaps his hips into yours, watching as your cute, pouty mouth falls open to let out a beautiful sounding moan.

“Toshiro...” You moan out his name in a mantra-like chant as you meet him thrust for thrust, neither of you in a hurry for the other to finish. “I love you. So much.” one hand leaves his back to tangle into the fine hairs at the nape of his neck, holding him close to your face so if you wanted to press your lips against his you could. As your breathing mingled with his, you could feel the speed and power of his thrusts increase. “Oh, god. That feels so good.”

Turquoise eyes meet with yours as sweat starts to bead at his forehead. “Yeah?” He says as his hands move to grab your thighs and push them closer to your chest and further apart. “Let’s make it feel even better.” Toshiro speeds up until he is thrusting in and out at a moderate pace, watching the pleasure contort your face as you dig your nails into his shoulders. A shudder goes down his spine from the sting as his tongue slid out to wet his lips. “You’re taking me so well, love.”

You could barely understand what he was saying, the pleasure washing over you as heat grew in your belly, spreading down to the tips of your toes. Your mouth falls open as you wrap your arms more tightly around his neck as you try to keep up with the intensity of his hips, but soon gave up as he increases it more until the sound of skin against skin fills the bedroom. You could only hang on to him and moan out his name as Toshiro sought to bring you to competition.

He could feel the way you were clenching down on his cock, the fluttering of your inner walls as your love making continues. “Going to cum again, love?” He coos as he brushes some of your hair out of your sweaty face before pressing his lips sweetly against yours. “Go on, you can. Cum.” He angles his hips to put pressure on that sweet spot within you, smiling when he finds it when your back arches deeply and pushes your breasts against his chest. To add to your pleasure, his thumb goes to the spot where you two were joined and rubs slow circles over your clit.

You feel your thighs beginning to tremble from the pleasure as that heat tightens in your belly. “Please, please, please?” You beg, needing to feel that sweet release that only he could provide. Your gut tightens as his tip presses deep and your body trembles as your orgasm washes over you and our walls quiver around his length. Your cunt drenches his cock in your slick juices.

Toshiro lets out a quiet moan from the feeling of your cumming around him. His palm cups your cheek as he gazes tenderly into your eyes. “You’re so pretty when you cum so earnestly for me.” His teeth worries his bottom lip as he feels his cock twitching within your clenching walls. “Can I?” He ask for permission. “Can I cum inside, baby?”

You eagerly nod your head. “Please, Toshiro. Want you to cum inside. Want you to make me feel so warm.” You dig your nails into his back once more, leaving behind even more of your marks as you hold him closer and wrapping your legs even tighter around his waist when he lets them fall from your chest. You could feel his thrusting became sloppier as he began to lose himself to the pleasure.

He curses as he gives a few more heavy thrusts before his hips lock into yours and his seed spills over into your warm. Toshiro’s breath came out in harsh pants as he rested his forehead against yours. “I love you, too.” He whispers sweetly before pressing his lips gently against yours.

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[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Booked

Type: Long drabble Word Count: 509 Rating: Teen/most audiences. Mostly fluff Featuring: Hisagi Shuhei X reader Premise: A book leads to a date

The both of you had gotten close, being members of the ninth division. You had always maintained a respectful demeanor when with him, because this was your lieutenant, after all. But he was so easy going and friendly when he wasn’t working that sometimes you let that respectful demeanor slip and end up being a little playful. Nudging him when you walked together, or grabbing his arm while crossing the street. 

Hisagi didn’t mind of course, smiling at the way your small hand wrapped around his bicep as the both of you crossed. One day, he found you sitting on the grass in one of the courtyards, your back pressed to a tree, reading very intently. He walked over to you. “Y/n san!”

You look up and can’t control the smile when you see him coming over. You wave at him. He sits down next to you, your shoulders touching as he looks at the book. “Whatchya reading?”

“Oh, it’s this fantasy book about a daughter born to a goddess but the goddess gets punished for having her. So now her daughter is fighting for her mother’s freedom.”

Hisagi’s brows knit together. “The goddess gets punished for having a baby? That sounds sad.”

“The book is sooo good though. I am already halfway through.” You turn to look at him, and his gaze is fixated on the page.

“Do you mind if I read over your shoulder?” He asks, leaning forward, your faces so close his cheek is almost touching yours. You fight the urge to blush.

“Ah…would it make any sense to you though? I’m in the middle of the book. Tell ya what. I’m on page 143. Why don’t I let you borrow it, and you read until this page. Then…we can find some time and read it together from here?”

You hold your breath and wait for his answer, heart beating in your chest. Hisagi’s eyes light up.

“That sounds like a great idea! You don’t mind letting me borrow it now?”

“Not at all!” You hand over the book to him, trying not to look to sound too eager. Any excuse to spend more time with him. He takes the book in his large hand and admires the cover art.

“Y/n san.” 

You look at him curiously. “Yes?”

“Um…” He looks kind of bashful and he rubs his neck. “Is…the next time you see me only going to be when I get to this page?”

You weren’t expecting that. “It doesn’t have to be.”

“Then…maybe…we could…get a cup of coffee? And talk more about books? Or maybe about things other than books.” He’s blushing and avoiding eye contact now.

“Like a date?” You want to make sure you’re not misunderstanding him, but little did he know how much you wanted to do this.

He nods. “Yeah.”

“Yes.” You say it simply. He’s so adorable right now. 

He grins at you, still blushing. “Ok then!”

He gets up and walks away, book in hand. You watch him leave, a warm feeling coming over you.