#HISAGI ON THE OTHER HAND......

[crehador]

now that i'm thinking about it again i think hisagi shuuhei might give me the most intense secondhand embarrassment of any fictional character ever... like imagine when you're a child a cool older man saves your life and he has a big blocky 69 tattooed on his chest and many years later when you presumably think the guy who saved you is dead you get his tattoo (the 69) on your face (TATTOO OF A BIG BLOCKY 69 ON YOUR FACE) and then many years after that whoops turns out your hero is not dead he's back and he's your boss now you are literally his direct report and you both just have to deal with the fact that his shitty sex tattoo is on your FACE

[hey-cringelord]

[finishes all of one piece in 5 months like some maniac] OK. lets get back into bleach now

[muzansfangs]

Bloodstain.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; mention to past Shuhei Hisagi x f!reader;

Format: multi-chapers story;

Warnings for this chapter: nsfw, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, mention to violence and blood, strong language, choking, hair pulling, biting, marking the partner, kind of toxic dynamic, unprotected sex, touch-starved Sosuke, dom!Aizen, sub!reader, degradation kink, drunk sex, unhealthy coping mechanism;

Plot: Waking up in a familiar room, you soon are face to face with your ‘former’ enemy. Your reunion with Sosuke is intense and, in the heat of the moment, you are overwhelmed by your own emotions. Finding comfort in his arms was not something you had planned, just imagine moaning his name at the top of your lungs

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𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

"You are not like them".

You propped your chin over your hand, elbows resting on the table. You could almost hear your step-mother scolding you in the back of your head, her soothing voice inviting you not to forget about your usual composed and inflexible sense of respect for the rules of polite society. In other circumstances, you would have probably listened to her. But not now, when you were confronting the devil himself.

"You are right. Something is clearly wrong with me. — you replied, focusing on the way he was leisurely running the pad of his index around the rim of his goblet — After all, I should cut you down right on the spot. I wonder why I am still sitting at your table, listening to you talking absolute nonsense instead" your voice was distant, devoid of any other emotion that was not sheer frustration.

Sosuke seemed unaffected by your dry words. His lips curved into a pale imitation of a genuine smile. But you knew better than deem anything coming from him as genuine, authentic. Treacherously, he had fooled the entire Soul Society and even you, after he had helped you hiding in his barracks, when the entire Gotei was hunting down you along with Ichigo and his friends.

"You haven't touched your food yet. — he noted, changing the topic of your conversation, his fox eyes softening whilst subtly inspecting your dish — You must be famished" he said, bringing his glass of red wine to his lips.

Your gaze followed his gesture, your stomach churning for both the hunger and, actually, the untainted feeling of being attracted to him. Suppressing your desires had never been so unfairly difficult. It was not a merely carnal whim setting your heart ablaze. It was a devious emotion you could not comprehend.

You snorted, averting your eyes from him and focusing on the white marble at your feet instead "How do I know you have not poisoned it?" you bitterly asked him, jaw clenching in indignation. The smell of the delicious, exotic dish he had asked his Arrancars to prepare for you was flinging around you, the unintentional whiffs you had taken had made your mouth salivate like a starving animal.

Damn him and his villainous antics.

The sound of a chair being dragged on the floor made your head whip towards him again, your heartrate increasing while your hand aimlessly searched for the hilt of your zanpakuto supposed to be secured on your hip, obviously forgetting he had asked Ulquiorra to confiscate it.

Your eyes had widened in horror, upon seeing him approaching you. His feet did not even make a sound, his ethereal way of existing and letting his presence overwhelm whomever was in his area was inhebriating. What you felt was not fear, seeping into your heart and paralyzing you. It was far from that. There was curiosity and defiance in your eyes that the observant man in front of you did not fail to notice.

His hand swiftly reached for the fork, abandoned carelessly on the table. You did not even register him sticking the utensil into a piece of caramelized apple that it was already probing delicately at your parted lips. The sugary taste coating your bottom lip made you flick your gaze up to meet his one, unable to resist the temptation of having a small taste. You had no idea of what game he was playing, a mind game of chess, probably, and he was winning once again. Hazardously opening your mouth, tongue sticking out enough to lick the sugar away from your lips and let your tastebuds explode at the contact of the sweet apple, you gasped as he quickly withdrew his hand and shoved it elegantly into his mouth instead.

He chewed on the morsel of the fruit, gaze transfixed on you and the way you were still looking at him flabbergasted by the action. Messing with you was decidedly his strange addiction. Restraining himself, though, was out of discussion. Just when you thought it could not get any worse, his thumb brushed over your bottom lip, tracing it slowly to collect the small remnants the sugar had left behind, before bringing it into his mouth and sucking it clean.

"I guess now you know the food is edible" he chimed, before discarding the fork into your plate and turning his back at you, leaving you alone with your skin on fire and the rational version of you fading into the abyss of shame and repugnance you pictured yourself in for your inability to block him out of your head.

Your fingers twitched, a silky material making contact with the pads of your fingers as you gradually came back to your senses. Was that a blanket? It did not matter. Bittered, all you could think about was that the loathsome fragment of your past had resurfaced again. You thought you were finally over it, but casting away such experiences was something hardly feasible. This was a core memory that had been pestering you for years. Your permanence in Hueco Mundo had, boyond the shadow of a doubt, scarred you more than you liked to admit to yourself, let alone the others. Triggering it back to life had been the inexplicable appearence of the guest star of your ‘nightmare’ right before your eyes.

Lifting your heavy eyelids up, you noticed your vision was still blurry, dotted, and you quickly blinked a couple of times to clear it out. Wooden architraves and a white ceiling welcomed you in your temporary and oddly familiar shelter. Following the dim yellowish light enlightening the room, your eyes took in the sight of a small lamp on a nightstand at your left. Albeit you had been hiding yourself in this place for two days, you could have never forgotten the minimalistic design of this particular room. You knew this place, your assumptions were proved correct. This was Sosuke’s chamber, back when he was still the kind-hearted Captain of the Fifth Division, the gentleman who had not hesitated to let you use his private quarters as a safehouse to escape the eye of the other Captains.

You should have known a swordsman who had betrayed his comrades by helping the enemy meant no good.

Reminiscing about the time when you believed he was a good man was tantamount of feeding yourself a placebo to forget about the real monster he really was. All you had to do now was flee, leaving that place behind you as soon as possible. Lifting yourself up on your elbows, you let out a soft groan of discomfort, your joints protesting for the effort you were forcing them to make, while you attempted to swing your legs towards the edge of the bed. Letting your feet touch the floor was all you could do, though. To stop you from going further was the wave of intense reiatsu knocking the air out of your lungs for a few seconds. How could you forget he was indeed there too? It was terrifying how his spiritual pressure had not decreased at all, intensifying at unbearable levels instead.

“It’s pouring outside and you’re in no condition to leave this room” his baritone voice pierced your ears, your hands cupping your knees as you dipped your head between your arms in defeat.

He was right, as per usual.

“What are you doing here? I thought Captain Kyoraku had given the order to lock you back into Muken” you replied, refusing to turn around and face him. With your gaze trained on the floorboard, you finally realized your shoes had been removed and you sighed in relief upon ascertaining your thin thigh highs were still on. At least, he had not touched you more than it was strictly necessary.

You heard him sigh, the dull and monotone sound of footsteps echoing in the room preannouncing he was getting closer to you. You stiffened, turning your head to the side, but a gloved hand grasping your jaw roughly and forcing you to look its owner in the eye made you scoff. There he was, standing in all his glory before your eyes, his placid expression making you feel like someone had smashed a glass on your forehead. Handsome in that angelic way that jarred with his personality, Sosuke Aizen was staring intently at your face, his dark eyebrow quirking up expectantly.

Swatting his hand away abruptly, you scooted back on the bed to put some adequate distance between you two, all the while keeping your eyes on him in case he tried to yank you back towards him.

“Don’t touch me. Answer my question” you deadpanned, knitting your eyebrows together and shifting into a kneeling position, ready to attack him if things escalated.

Sosuke grinned, eyes scrutinizing your body shamelessly, before letting his gaze drift back to your face “Now, isn’t it ironic? Every single time I touched you, you had always let me do it without budging to protest. — he started, his characteristic soothing tone of voice causing your upper lip to twitch in annoyance — What’s changed?”.

There was not a dim ounce of a lie in his words. You had never pushed him away, terrorized by his way to find excuses to let your fingers meet, or his hands to slither down your body more than it was necessary during a fight. He indulged in the tension he created with his typical casual attitude, not exposing himself too much, but subtly making sure his intentions were clear to you and that your desires were just as impure as his ones. It drove you mad back then and you had almost missed that feeling of wanting to slaughter him and kiss him so violently at the same time, bathing into a pool of your blood, of his own blood.

You decided to ignore his provocation “What are you doing here?” you pressed through gritted teeth, your voice the only audible sound beside the pattering of the rain against the roof and the glass of the window.

“Enjoying my freedom. You could say I’ve been put on probation for having generously contributed in defeating Yhwach”.

Your eyes widened, watching him showing you two mettalic wristbands secured around his wrists. Thinking about your encounter on the battlefield, you were more than sure he was not wearing them. Whatever this device was had surely been slapped around his wrists after the battle ended. Letting your gaze sizing him up inquisitively, you took notice of other details in his attire. Beside from his eye-patch and the gloved hands, he was not wearing that weird robe to contain his reiatsu, but a simple uniform and greyish haori.

Catching your wandering eyes, Sosuke proceeded to elaborate “Those bands are a gift from Kisuke Urahara. — he clarified, glancing at the said objects scornfully — Apparently, I won’t need to wear that ridiculous costume anymore to contain my powers. He claimed those and the eye-patch will suffice. I decided on my own accord to keep the gloves, in case I felt like murdering him, or the new Captain Commander himself” he stated, making you uncomfortably fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.

Honestly, you had no idea how to feel about this. The Central 46 and Shunsui had clearly miscalculated the consequences of setting the special threat free to roam the streets of the Seireitei. With the time he had spent alone in his cell, Sosuke had had enough time to plan another way to demolish the Soul Society and, considering his resentment for your family and friends, the World of the livings too. You were not even sober enough to concentrate. Were the others aware of the freedom granted to him?

“I don’t believe you” you whispered, your hands clutching the fabric of your skirt so tightly your knuckles whitened.

You could already forsee a catastrophy raining down on you and you could not endure more pain and suffering. Not after the recent events, obviously. You were still mentally recovering from the disaster caused by the Sternritters to weild you sword again and point it at Sosuke’s throat again.

“I’m offended. I never lied to you”.

“Yes, you did. When I first met you, Sosuke. You made me believe you were a good man. I have trust issues because of you” you snapped, banging your fist onto the mattress to accentuate your irritation.

“I’m not responsible for what you thought of me, just for what I did for you. I gave you a shelter, but I do not recall telling you I was a good person. — he flatly declared, tilting his head to the side as he scanned your body language — I had no intention to hurt you and I did not. We only clashed swords because you attacked me, after I cut your step-brother open” he punctuated, flash-stepping away just in time to dodge your assault.

You groaned as your blade was now planted onto the wall, right where he was supposed to be a second ago. Your grip on the hilt of your katana tightened, as you heard him humming under his breath. He had hit a nerve and he could not expect you to keep your cool. Rukia’s screams and the sight of your brother slumping onto the ground in a pool of blood had made you see red that day. You aimed to kill, you craved Sosuke’s death.

“I suggest you to cut the crap, because you are not into Muken and no one’s around to stop me from killing you” you coldly said, pulling your sword out of the wall and pointing it back at him. You could tell he was amused by the way he was lifting the angles of his mouth in a lopsided grin you knew way too well.

“I have to correct you. No one would try to stop you anyway. But the real question is: would you be able to kill me?” Sosuke taunted you, a gust of wind whipping your face the only hint you got to realize he was right behind you.

Your breath hitched in your throat, twirling around to swing your sword, but he deftly parred your attack by gripping your blade between his thumb and forefinger. Your movements had been too slow, despite you had gotten much stronger since you two last fought. Clearly, the saké was still in your bloodstream. The moment he tossed your katana away, your back was flattened against the wall, the sound of the blade clattering on the floor making your blood run cold. His hand around your throat, holding you up against the wall, was enough to keep you in place.

His face was dangerously close to yours, his hot breath fanning your lips as your feet kicked the air aimlessly. You thought it was going to be your end, as his half-lidded eye stared deeply into yours. You hated how powerless you felt in his hands, even when you were trying to scratch his arm to convince him to loosen his grip on your neck.

“You are in no shape to fight. Defeating a drunk opponent is against my morals” he cooed, watching you strive to get free.

“Morals? Screw you, since when you have morals?” you fired back, hand flying up to grab a fistful of his soft hair. Not even this was enough to make him desist and ended up spitting on his face out if spite.

Sosuke huffed, his grip on your neck loosening completely as you flopped onto the floor, coughing and panting to steady your breath. Palms planted onto the smooth surface of the floorboards, you squeezed your eyes shut to collect yourself. You were pretty sure his iron grip on your tender flesh would have caused purple bruises to appear on your skin to remind you of how stupid you had been to act solely on your instinct. Wrath, rage, frustration. You had let it all out the moment you had hastily unsheathed your sword with the intent of beheading him.

To interrupt your stream of consciousness was his voice again “I think it’s time to talk about how you ended up swooning on my doorway. Was it Kyoraku’s suggestion to drink your problems away?” he inquired from behind you.

It took you a moment to calm down and push yourself back up, only now assessing how your body was still highly affected by the excessive alcohol consumption. You should have known better than venturing in the Soul Society alone, while out of your mind. You were supposed to be the responsible silbling. The older one, the brilliant one, the selfless one. Yet, there you were: drunk and having a private conversation with your worst enemy.

“Why do you care? Are you interested in pursuing a career as a therapist now? Well, you would suck as a psychologist. — you grumbled, pinching the bridge of your nose, while leaning back against the wall for support — An emotionally constipated man, who spent a couple of years in isolation, does not allure people to open up about their problems” you ranted, as he took a seat on the edge of his bed seemingly determined to listen to you.

Once again, his face did not leave you room for interpretation about his thoughts. Stoic, unbothered, he resembled a Sphinx. He was enigmatic, too secretive to try to have a normal conversation with.

He closed his eye “Then I will start making assumptions until I hit the nail on the head… Which, considering your inability to mask your emotions, will take me less than a minute” he cooed, clicking his tongue, when you glared at him before ambling towards the desk.

You thought that with your back facing him, he would have not been able to read your face, but you underestimated his powers.

“When a woman stoops that low, it’s pretty evident her problem has the name of a man”.

“Zip it”.

“It’s that pathetic excuse of a Lieutenant, isn’t it? Shuhei Hisagi” he hypothesized, making you halt and look at him in utter disbelief.

Did he know about you and Shuhei? How? Had he been spying on you? It was not possible. Still, how had he been so precise as to ask about that Lieutenant?

“How…” you mumbled, curling your hands around the edge of the desk behind you, lips parted in shock. You had almost missed his way of playing with your mind. No one had ever been capable to easily read your thoughts.

Sosuke smirked “You smelt like him”.

His remark made you freeze solid, brows furrowing before he cut you off again, walking up towards you “His reiatsu. It’s lingering on you. Quite the disturbing element, I have to say” he explained, making you rub the back of your neck in flusteredness.

Now that you were sobering up, bringing up Shuhei and the reason why you had bought that bottle of saké was a slap on the face, a cold shower. You had too much pent up anger and anxiety to deal with. The teardrop falling from your lashes came as a surprise to you, your fingers reaching up to quickly wipe it away, hoping he had not paid enough attention to spot it. Even if he had not, it would have made no difference since more tears began to ooze out of your eyes uncontrollably. A silent cry, the lump in your throat growing, as you cussed under your breath for this pathetic display of weakness in front of someone who did not even have a heart in his chest. Embarrassing, to say the least.

You sighed and tried to head to the bathroom, glad you knew your way around his private quarters. Sosuke, on the other hand, had other plans. His hand latched around your wrist yanked you back against him, you nose accidentally bumping onto his chest, as you let out an almost inaudible gasp. You blinked up at him through teary eyes, his free hand gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger as he pushed the small of your back against the edge of a desk.

“What has he done that I haven’t to bring tears to your eyes?” he wondered and you swallowed forcefully.

You were probably overreacting and the liquor in your system was making you emotional “I don’t want to talk about it. Not with you… I thought drinking would have gotten him out of my head, or maybe helped me to relax. Well, shame on me. Happy now?” you reasoned, shaking your head as he just seemed to push you harder against the desk. The edge was biting onto the small of your back, your already unsteady balance making you unintentionally grip onto his haori not to fall backwards.

Breathing seemed harder now that he was this close. His cologne pierced your nostrils and you mentally cursed yourself for the inappropriate things your body craved. Obnubilated mind, weak mainstay, you watched how he tangled his fingers in your hair and tugged on them, forcing you to crane your neck in a optimal position to look at him straight in the eye. It already felt wrong, the thunders exploding outside reminding you of what you were letting him to do you. Things he had always wanted to do to you, but that he never did.

“There are plenty of other ways to forget about such trivial matters without compromising your liver. — he stated, eye softening as he leaned closer to you, nosing your cheek delicately — Why don’t you let me show you what a man who is starving can really do?” he murmured in your ear, his tone dropping a few octaves and making your knees almost buckle.

“What can a starving man do to someone who cannot stop thinking about another man?” you idly replied with a question, only to shudder as he let out a dry laughter.

“He can fuck him out of your head. Something I will very much do” he rasped out, capturing your lips with his in a fiery kiss.

You did not hesitate to return it, your lips moving in sync, molding together, as his grip on your hair only tightened. Your body reacted to the stimulations, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering as if a gust of wind had awaken them from their slumber, forcing their wings to bat erratically and fly away. Your inhibitions were gone, the feeling of finally being able to taste the forbidden fruit, his sinful lips, granting him the chance to hook his hands underneath your thighs and pick you up to settle you on the top of his desk.

Maybe you were so lost into the realm of bliss, his tongue entering your mouth with a growl coming from the back of his throat, that you could swear he almost trembled. His knee soon forced your legs to spread, his hand unceremoniously ripping your uniform open. The sight of your bra, pushing your breasts up, was the last drop before he lost control. All of this, all of you, the girl he had had his eyes on from the day you first met, was now at his mercy, out of breath. He desired to devour you whole, to own every inch of your skin, but he almost felt inadequate. More than touching you, all he needed was to be touched and he would have rather died than admitting it out loud.

Mouth latching onto your neck, he sank his teeth onto your flesh, his hands tugging your skirt down your hips “Control your reiatsu, it’s unstable” he hissed, your cheeks heating up as you realized he was right.

People could think you were in the middle of a fight, or hurt. The last thing you needed now was for someone to burst into that room and ruin this, whatever it was. Why? Because you were dying to feel him deep inside you, to let Sosuke Aizen, a monster, stain you like a bloodstain that could not be washed away.

You lifted your hips, the skirt falling down your legs, as you kicked it off of your ankle “As if you cared about someone walking in” you breathed out, head lolling back in pleasure as his hand slipped past the waistband of your panties. You shuddered, as his gloved fingers seeked your throbbing clitoris, skilfully drawing circles over it to send jolts of pleasure throughout your body.

Sosuke groaned, before stopping to tug your thin underwear down as well, following the destiny of your skirt. Biting onto the fabric of his glove, he then pulled at it and discarded the item away “It depends on who’s the intruder. — he cockily said, hand buried between your legs again, his fingers beginning to tease your opening — If it’s your brother, or your little loverboy, I might fuck you so hard the desk with crumble to pieces” he teased you, furrowing his brows as you impatiently bucked your hips up to invite him to take action.

Sosuke sneered, plunging his index into you, stretching you out slowly, gradually, testing the waters. Your warmth was to die for. The strained moan leaving your lips, body relaxing under his ministrations, only worked as gasoline on a wildfire. Your tightness, not that of a woman unable to relax, but this a young woman he had missed so much. He clenched his jaw, his other hand unhooking your bra and pushing you down, until your back was flattened on the polished wooden surface. Impatiently, you huffed, hands grasping the bra and tossing it away to join the pile of clothes on the floor. You needed more, you needed him.

“Sosuke” you called him out, careful not to add prayers to your already altered voice. Alas, he knew you more than you liked to admit.

“What is it? Do you need more than this? Is your desire to be ruined by me so strong to forget about the concept of decorum? — he mocked you, before shoving another finger into your fluttering hole, grunting at the way your walls clamped down onto them — I will be frank with you. Begging like a cat in heat suits you” he complimented you, his voice dripping sarcasm as he began to curl his fingers into you at a steady pace.

Your legs quivered, back arching, as a familiar pressure coiled on your lower abdomen. This much pleasure, this intense bliss, you only achieved it during a full penetration. No one had ever been able to push you close to your climax by the mere use of his fingers. Your pussy spasmed around his slender digits, the squelch of your arousal coating his fingers, as he scissored them into you, made him grit his teeth. He decided to be selfish, for once. Your nipples stood uptight, jiggling with the way he relentlessly fingered you. You could not reach your orgasm before he did.

That hole, the sight of your core was literally driving him nuts.

Slamming his fist onto the desk beside your head, he pulled out his fingers. His mouth opened, tongue meticulously lapping at his digits, coated with your juices. Hungry, he was hungry and he was so mad he was not in the condition to control his impulses. He hated you for having always been his obsession, instilling that annoying feeling in his heart that made him want to possess you, to paint you body down with his bitemarks, to claim you.

“Damn it” he hissed, pulling you out from you daze. What had just happened? Why did he stop? Was it your fault?

Mortified, you lifted yourself up with your elbows, eyes locking with his ones, but he did not waste any time in pushing your torso back down, hovering over you. You had to know, you needed to understand what was making him falter, when he had no qualms about anything or anyone in this World.

"What's wrong? Am I—" you inquired, breathless, chest raising and falling erratically while the palm of his hand was splayed over your midriff to keep you in place. His touch almost made your skin sizzle, boiling lava over the tender flesh.

"Shut up. — he rasped out, silencing you effortlessly, jaw clenching at the feeling of your skin underneath his fingers — I feel like I could rip you to shreds, if I let myself go".

"Sosuke, I'm fine. I'm not scared" you tried to reassure him, reaching your hand up to graze his cheekbone with your fingertips. But his free hand stopped you, clasping around your wrist tightly as he pinned you down with a glacial glare.

He was on the verge of losing himself. You had never seen him like that, so humanly fragile.

"You don't seem to understand that, if I fucked you the way I want to do it now, I would tear you apart" he hissed, a knot forming between his eyebrows, as the iron grip on your wrist intensified, making you wince softly.

And God, you found yourself wishing he was going to keep his promise in that very moment. His eye glinted in raw desire, your thighs spread wide in front of him showing your glistening intimacy. His cock twitched at the sight. The need to be inside of you was gnawing at him to the point he made up his mind quickly. He needed to have you, but he needed to feel like you wanted him, as if he was the solution to all of your problems. Your lips on his body, your hands around him and your pussy welcoming him inside.

"Ride me. Ride me now" he commanded through gritted teeth.

You gawked, watching how he took a few steps back to remove his clothes. The haori, the uniform, everything fell at his feet, except for his eye-patch. For some reason he had not even tried to remove it. Running your fingers through your hair, your eyes roamed down his body. His pectorals, the chieseled abs, and you were surprised to see that the purple stone once protruding from his stomach was now fully incoporated into him, no more scarring his perfect body. The infamous Hogyoku. There was something else, though, your eyes landed on. His twitching cock, straight as a ramrod, girthy enough to make you question if it would have fit into you.

Hopping down from the desk, your opened uniform fell from your shoulders, as he sat down on the bed, mirroring his pose from when he used to sit on his throne in Las Noches. You felt almost inexperienced in front of him and you probably were, considering the real age gap between you two. Your cheeks boiled, as you finally stood right between his spread legs and you inhaled sharply, as he gripped your hips tightly to help you to straddle him. Squeezing your arse, you felt his tip brush against your opening and you shyly wrapped your hand around his length to line it up to your aching core. Sosuke groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck, teeth sinking onto the flesh as he held you tightly against him. It was in that very moment you realized what was wrong with him. He needed you.

“Sosuke…” you whispered, moaning softly, as his tongue ran flatly over your jugular, feeling your pulse as you began to lower yourself down onto his shaft.

He grunted, arms firmly wrapped around your waist, as you let him stretch you open inch by inch. Breathless, blissfully content, you whined, when you finally had him fully sheathed into you. He needed this, he needed you and he kissed you passionately not to allow a single word to escape your lips. Years of yearning, years of solitude and you were perpetually stuck in his head.

“Are you sure Hisagi fucked you properly? You are so… Shit!” he cut himself off, when you began to rotate your hips to find a pace. His ones did not waste any time in meeting yours, thrusting upwards as he heard you whimper from above him.

You had no strength to talk, all you did was riding him, while his hands, soon settled over your hipbones, guided you to a tempo he liked. Sensual, yet rough. Animalistic like the guttural moans he released in your ear. He was reaching spots into you no one had ever reached. The slight sting of pain the moment his tip brushed your cervix made you cry out, mouth hanging open as your nails scratched down his shoulderblades, his muscles flexing as a response.

“Sosuke…” you whispered, half-lidded eyes peering down at him, when your thighs began to tremble. You had no stamina to ride him anymore, you needed his help. Assistance that you tried to obtain by leaving sloppy kisses over his jawline, earning a growl from him.

Flipping you over, your back met the mattress, his hands making sure your thighs were hooked around his waist “Desperate, aren’t you?” he breathed out, sheathing himself back into you slowly, enjoying how you fit him like a glove, squeezing him up perfectly.

Too far gone to retaliate, you kissed him to silence him, moaning into his mouth when he began to thrust into you again. There was no room between you two anymore. His chest was pressed against yours, his movements soon faltering, getting sloppier, as he neared his climax. The moment you shuddered, his tip hitting your g-spot again, your vision got blurry and came with a loud moan he did not bother suffocating. It was enough.

Twitching into your sensitive core, Sosuke gritted his teeth and milked your insides, puffed up with pride of having stained you, Isshin’s daughter, the first born of his adventure in the world of the living. Maybe his thirst for ruining you, for leaving a part of him deep into you, found its root in his hate for Isshin. Indulging into such thoughts now was useless, as he watched you panting underneath him, heavy eyelids and writhing frame.

Sosuke pulled out of you, lying down next to you “What are you thinking about?” he asked, closing his eye and accomodating himself in a better position.

“Everything, but not him”.

He grinned to himself, reaching his hand out to switch the lights off “That’s what I thought” he said, as the darkness enveloped the room.

You sighed, body aching, as you ran your hand over your stomach absent-mindedly. What had you done? Copulating with the enemy, letting him shoot his load into you, and now even spending the night into his bed. For once, however, self-deprecating was not in your plans. You felt good, happy even. You had tomorrow to deal with your problems and tonight to forget your moral codes. Pulling the blankets over you two, Sosuke kept his distance, unfamaliar with the thought of someone else sleeping next to him.

The silence swallowing you two must have spoken volumes for you to say “If you want, I can leave…”.

But he did not mind, not when you felt his hand finding yours underneath the blankets “Stay”.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I should apologize for the filth you have just read. Instead, I am already planning other devious, despicable things to happen between the reader and Sosuke. Ah, me and my unhealthy obsession. See you in the next chapter and thank you so much for your kudos and hits! Do not be afraid to leave a feedback, I love interacting with my readers! Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Until next,

X O X O

TAGS: @onyxino @pseudowho @seireiteihellbutterfly

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I am sooo glad your requests are back open omg, i missed seeing content from you 🥰. May I pleeease request the Bleach men coming to terms that their girlfriend, even tho is really good in fights, the rest of the time is insanely clumsy (yk, burn/cuts herself when cooking, trips, slips, falls, all that)? I'm most interested in Byakuya, Toshiro, Hisagi and Shinji (if it's not too much😅). Sorry for the long ask 😅💗

A/n : Hii!! It's okay 😊 It was an interesting idea and I enjoyed writing it. I hope you like it ❤️

Byakuya :

He initially admired you, all your strength during battle and all that self-confidence that inspired everyone around you. So far, everything was fine…but when he started noticing you do so much nonsense in a short space of time, he questioned several things. First it was when you fell in the hallway, then it was when you dropped the stack of papers on his desk and not to mention when you stuck your finger in the door when leaving his office. He closed his eyes and put his hand to his face, wondering what level of your clumsiness was. "How can she be two things at the same time?" He thought He doesn't directly confront you with that but will always keep an eye on you to see if you don't get hurt or ruin something doing a simple task. He is careful with you and even offers to help when he knows you can't do something or try to do it and it goes wrong.

Toshiro:

He is very perfectionist, whether fighting or signing a simple sheet of paper. He had a lot of expectations for you when you showed yourself serious on the battlefield, strong and with your head held high. The worst was when he met you on the other side… It was all downhill. There was a time when you went to get some papers from his office and before you even got close to the door you fell and dropped everything on the floor. He felt a wave of revolt inside him, because he had already put everything in order and now everything was a mess. It turns out that he started seeing you being clumsy a lot of times and this confused him because you initially used to be responsible and careful. He tries not to leave you aside in these tasks but he has no other alternative if you continue to be clumsy like this.

Hisagi :

Hisagi thinks highly of you, he admires you and sometimes seeks advice from you when something is not going well. However, like Byakuya, he never stops wondering how you manage to do so much nonsense in such a short time. First it was the fall on the stairs, then it was when you let the food burn or spilled the glass of water on the table. All sorts of things started to make him more attentive to you. He offered to help you so you wouldn't have to do everything alone and that way you would avoid being so clumsy, something you sometimes felt sorry for. He always comforted you and said everything was okay, accidents happen, don't they?

Shinji :

Although he always looks silly most of the time, he trusts in you and your strength. But he not only knows this strong side of you, but also your other clumsy and laughing side, which makes him admire you even more. I have the idea that if he had a really clumsy girlfriend it would be total chaos because I'm sure he could be worse than his partner. However, he doesn't stop laughing at your little accidents, especially if you fall in front of him, so get ready to hear his laughter. The kind of friend who laughs and only after stopping does he help lift you off the ground. He has a shred of mercy and kindness in his heart and that's why he will help you with things, even if he sometimes ends up doing worse. He will make fun of you a lot for this.

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Lieutenant hisagi punishing his captain for not doing the paperwork by making her cockwarm him. He’d make her sit on his cock for hours, slapping her pussy every once in a while when he notices her hand stopped writing

Hisagi Shūhei X Reader

CW: cockwarming, spanking, clit/pussy slapping, soft dom!hisagi, teasing, semi-public sex, captain-lieutenant relationship, praise kink

a/n: god I love how your brain works anon <3

Hisagi was certainly a force to be dealt with when he got mad. It had been a last attempt to get you to finish your work. The deadline had already passed, but you couldn’t care less as you dumped the papers on his desk to go out drinking with Kyoraku.

Ignoring his shouts of your name, you flash-stepped out of the room before Hisagi could snatch you up. You thought you’d escaped his wrath for the day. But you made a terrible mistake.

Your precious lieutenant had been holed up in his office for the last week, trapped with the task of finishing the latest edition of the Seireitei Bulletin.

A stressed Hisagi meant a horny Hisagi.

You couldn’t get in a word of protest before he had dragged you out of the pub and back into your office. He pushed you inside the room, slamming you onto the desk.

His fingers made quick work with the bottom half of your shihakusho, slipping your hakama down your legs before his fingers latched onto the strings of your panties. He didn’t even bother taking them off before he ripped them apart at the seams.

You were about to berate him for ruining yet another pair before he slapped your ass. You yelped, falling across your desk in front of you. His palm flattened over the globe of your ass, soothing the sting before he landed another harsh slap. Another. And another.

You whimpered, bracing yourself on your forearms. His large hand came forward to grip your jaw, turning you towards him so he could place a searing kiss on your lips.

He could taste the sake on you, groaning into your mouth when you bit down on his bottom lip. His other hand snaked around your thigh, deft fingers sliding between your folds to find you all wet and ready for his cock.

He chuckled against your lips before he parted. “I didn’t know my captain was such a degenerate. Does getting your ass spanked by your lieutenant make you wet?”

You craned your neck towards him. “What’s this about, Shuuhei? Is it ‘cause I didn’t do the paperwork?” You smiled teasingly, rubbing your sore ass on his crotch, feeling his hard cock throbbing against your core.

He slapped your ass once more. “Uh uh. None of that. You-‘ his hand fumbled with his obi, untying it and slipping his bottom half off enough to slip his cock out, ‘are going to sit here and find ish signing the rest of the papers.”

Your eyes flitted towards the piles and piles of untouched documents. Groaning, you slumped onto the desk. You shook your hips towards him, eyes watching the way the thick, mushroom head of his cock flushed an angry purple, a pearly bead of precum sitting atop his slit.

His hand slowly fisted himself, and you licked your lips. You knew you were getting out of here without finishing your work, but that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t tease him a bit more to test your luck.

“Oh come on, Shuuhei. Don’t be like that. I know a couple more things we could be doing instead.”you flashed him a sweet smile, and he internally groaned when your lithe fingers came to part your pussy lips, giving him the perfect view of your glistening cunt.

Your clit throbbed under his gaze, cunt clenching around nothing. He saw it all, and it took all of his willpower to not drop down on his knees and bury his face between your thighs. No, he needed to be strong.

“Nice try.” He pulled a chair from behind him. Sitting down, he pulled you on top of him, impaling you on his cock in one fluid motion. You moaned, head falling back on his shoulder.

You turned your head to pepper kisses on the side of his jaw, teasing his earlobe with your teeth. You tried to circle your hips around for some friction, but Hisagi had a death grip on them.

You felt his left hand grip the fat of your thigh, massaging it before his right hand came down to place a prompt slap on your clit. It was soft, but it made you yelp once more. Hisagi could feel your glare on the side of his face, but he could care less.

He pulled the first paper from the pile, dipping the pen in the ink before placing it in your hand. “Well, what are you waiting for, captain?”

Your eye twitched. “Are you serious?”

He raised a brow while looking down at you. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

You grumbled, giving up. You signed the first paper with ease. It made you hope that maybe you could get through all these papers in a few minutes. You didn’t account for your beloved lieutenant (more like the devil incarnated) to make it difficult for you.

He shifted in his seat during the 12th paper. His cock shifting inside you along with him. It was pressed up against your g-spot now. You knew he did it on purpose. Leave it to him to make even this, difficult for you.

His hands handy left your thigh, they ran up and down, occasionally squeezing it. His fingers flitted dangerously close to your cunt. Your clit hadn’t stopped throbbing, and you grew more wet as the time passed.

Hisagi felt it, your wetness pooling around his shaft, it gathered at the base until he felt some of it trickle down his balls. God, he wanted to fuck you so bad.

Unaware of his internal turmoil, you continued with your work, growing used to have him inside of you. You were almost done, the majority of the papers lay on the far end of your desk, your elegant signature adorning every single one.

Hisagi noticed. He’s always admired his captain for adapting to situations so quickly and easily. He didn’t realize you’d be so quick to get used to this as well.

No, he wasn’t going to just sit here and make this easy for you. This was supposed to be your punishment, for abusing your authority to get him to do your half of the paperwork.

He knew you didn’t mean anything bad by it. It’s just, he’s also been stuck with work for almost a week. That meant a week had gone by without him tasting your pussy. A week had gone by without him fucking your delicious cunt. Of course he’d grab this opportunity by the horns.

He wanted to get this over with so he could actually fuck you, but he certainly wasn’t going to let you get off this easy. Literally.

His fingers snaked close towards your sopping cunt. Index and middle finger settling on top of your wet and sensitive clit. Your breath hitched as you jumped on his lap.

His cock moved deliciously inside you, and you swore you felt it twitch. Your hand paused once more, not knowing whether you wanted to let him keep rubbing your clit for you, or take his hand off of you so you could get these hellish papers over with.

You really needed to talk to Head Captain Yamamoto about the ungodly amount of paperwork. You were broken out of your thoughts when Hisagi slapped your clit, a moan escaping his lips when he felt you tighten around him.

“Don’t stop. Keep working.” He whispered in your ear. You huffed, thighs closing around his hand to stop him from moving his fingers.

“I better get rewarded for this.” Hisagi chuckled, his hands wrenching your thighs apart.

“Of course, my love. As soon as you finish, you’ll get your reward.” That certainly spurred you on. Ignoring the splotch of ink on the previous paper scribbled with your unintelligible signature, you quickly moved onto the next one.

Hisagi leaned down to brush your hair out the way, his lips planting themselves in the junction of your neck. You leaned your neck to the side, humming lightly as his kisses traveled over to your shoulder.

His fingers were getting dangerously close to your clit once more, and his cock twitched inside you in anticipation. He wanted to feel you clench around his again.

Just as his thumb brushed against the hood of your clit, you slammed the last paper onto the desk. “Done!” You exclaimed.

Before you could even look at him, Hisagi had slipped you off of his cock, and placed you on the desk, sending the papers scattering all around the room.

He leaned forward to slip his tongue between your lips for a kiss. His hand worked through the top half of your uniform so he could expose your breasts.

With his fingers twisting a nipple, he angled his cock against your hole, massaging the tip against your clit. “Good girl.” He muttered against your swollen lips. “Now it’s time for your reward.”

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Ass/boobs/thighs

What’s your opinions of the preferences of Hisagi, Urahara, Renji and Kensei? 💕

I’m going to offer my opinions for more than just those four if you don’t mind 😂

Hisagi

He’s a boob guy, 100% Have you SEEN the way his face flushes a brilliant red when Matsumoto is near by? When she presses her self up against his arm. The girl knows 😂 I think for Shuhei, the bigger the better. He’s the type to hold and squeeze them, bury his face between them. Likes his girl on top so he can watch the way they bounce

Urahara

He’s an ass man. Hates to see you go but loves to watch you leave. Short dresses and skirts, teasingly swaying when you walk, threatening to flash him with a gust of wind (that he’s hoping for,,, why do you think he carries that fan everywhere he goes? 😏 ) doggy style or reverse cow girl for this man please. He will spank you, all the time. A playful swat as you pass, bent over his knee, while he’s fucking you from behind. His hand will find your ass

Kensei

So, I’m going to go in a different direction. Kensei goes weak at the knees for long hair. Now hear me out 😂 Long, thick hair, tumbling over your shoulders. The way you run your fingers through it, flip it over your shoulder drives him wild. The feel of it tickling his thighs when you go down on him, He’ll runn his fingers through it, pulling it back and use the makeshift ponytail to control the speed of your mouth. The sight of it fanned out over the bed beneath you, you entwining your fingers through it and gripping at the roots when he pleasures you Pulling it off your face, securing it with his fist, tugging your head back when he does you from behind. Yeah. He likes hair.

Renji

I’m going to say ass, but think it’s more of a hips/ass situation. He loves the curves of your hips. The way they sway when you walk. How they curve out from your waist to your thighs. He loves how feminine they are, how they look under a tight dress. The perfect place to grab onto. Doggy, cow girl, bent over, standing up. His hands will be on your hips, caressing the soft skin. Digging his nails into the plump flesh.

Shunsui

Boobs, ass, thighs… ears, nose, belly, toes, knees 😂 what part of a woman does this dog not love? I think his favourite is just the whole woman. He would LAVISH attention to every part of his partner. There’s not a part of you he wouldn’t worship with kisses and caresses. He’s big on praise, would eradicate any self doubt or concerns you had with your body. He would want you under him, laid out for his viewing pleasure as he took his time, kissing, nipping, licking, sucking over every single part of you, taking his sweet time savouring every inch.

Ukitake

I would love to say that this perfect angel would never object a woman nor assume her worth based on a physical trait.

But it’s boobs 😂

He can’t help it, they’re just wonderful. Big or small, it doesn’t matter. They’re soft and nice to hold. A little cleavage poking out? So incredibly sexy, more so than if they were on full display. When sick, would take complete advance of your sweet coddling, laying his head on one breast, hand “innocently” cupping the other as he snuggles in and gets comfortable.

Byakuya

Another strange one, but I’m going to go with skin. Loves how soft it is under his rough hands. Loves seeing it darken with colour under his hand. How your wrists hold the dent if the rope wrapped around them. How easily you bruise, the stark contrast of purple on your neck compared to your creamy complexion. How your cheeks pink under his dark gaze, how the blush spreads from your cheeks, down your neck and to your chest. How sensitive it is, how you shiver and twitch under the softest of his touches.

Kenpachi

Thigh guy! Man is massive. And incredibly strong, He appreciates a curvy gal, little cushion for the pushing, someone that isn’t going to break with his rough handling. He loves thick thighs, how soft the inner thigh is. How they spread ever so slightly when you sit down. How his fingers dig into the plump flesh. Thighs squeezing around his head as he devours you. The perfect handful to support your weight as he throws you up the wall. Being spread open by his unmovable hands, squeezing around his hips. The line that’s created at the top of your thigh where it meets stomach, god damn.

Shinji

Another ass man with a sprinkling of thighs. My guy loves lingerie . A lacy number with thigh high stockings? Good luck leaving the house for the next three hours. He’s playful, a teasing little demon. Like Urahara, he loves smacking your ass, he’ll palm and squeeze your ass at all times, in public or at Home. Hugs you from behind, grinding himself into your ass. He’s the type to wait until you bend over, before sneaking up behind you, grabbing your hips and thrusts hard into your ass, laughing manically while doing so. He likes you laid out on the bed, one leg thrown over the other, twisting your body, ass on show while he can still look into your face.

Gin

I think he’s a boob guy. Finds their weight comforting, likes to just hold them. They warm his hands, are fun to play with, They’re soothing. Throws his arm around your shoulders, lets his arm drape down and cups you when walking, or sat next to eachother. He’s a perv, loves to watch them bounce when you run or jump. Likes to fuck them, enjoys seeing them covered in his seed

Grimmjow

Ass man. Bigger the better. He loves to smack it when you walk past. Grabs hold and squeezes when he kisses you. He likes it when you sit on his lap, warm weight of your ass warming his cock. And if you Fidget and move around? Better be prepared. Nothing better than the vision of you on your hands and knees, ass high up in the air for him. Hell bite your cheeks. The sight of his mark on your ass drives him wild.

Starrk

I’m going to say boob guy. Man is all about his comfort and mid day naps, where better to pillow his head than on your soft chest? He’ll fall asleep there often, you on your back with his weight draped over you, head resting on your chest. He enjoys it when you do most of the work in bed, so you on top is a favourite. I think he’ll also like a bit of a belly, it’s another great place to rest his head. When he actually does some work in the bedroom, he’ll cover your lower belly in kisses.

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━━ ⟡ 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝓨𝐎𝐔 𝓑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘, various. 🐇

᧔𐓪᧓ 𝓱𝐜𝐬 𝓯𝐭. ━━ Kensei Muguruma, Kenpachi Zaraki, Renji Abarai, & Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez!

ii. 𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 // 2/3 part of the animal s/o series!

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐈 𝐌𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐀.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄’𝐒 so smitten with you that it was insane. Kensei thought you were an angel that landed on earth waiting for him. Every time he sees you, his heart picks up in an instant; he can’t be sad around you because you are his source of happiness. He wasn’t going to deny that your bunny ears made him soft as well. You’ve both kept your marriage a secret for years since Kensei didn’t want people constantly working his nerves about you and how you hated when people asked too many questions. But when you brought him his lunch when he was training with his squad, that’s when the news accidentally came out.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 clutched the bunny-themed bento boxes in your hands as you began to make your way to the training grounds, where Kensei was. Since he was rushing this morning, he forgot to grab his lunch when he left, so you’ve decided to take it to him (so you wouldn’t have to put up with a grumpy Kensei later on). Once you made your way to the training grounds, you immediately froze in place at the sight of his squad training with him as well. Captain Unohana said he was alone! You squealed inside your head as you took a step back to walk away. "Y/n–san? What are you doing here? And what’s with the lunches?" Mashiro peeked her head from behind the tree as everyone turned their attention on you, which made her die a little inside. Your ears flattened as you tried to explain yourself: "U—Um, I—." "It’s none of your business." The familiar voice made your ears perk up again. You felt your cheeks become warm at the sight of your handsome husband, who was covered in sweat. "Thank you." He took the meals from your hands and placed a kiss on your forehead as everyone around let out shrieks of disbelief. "What? Captain has a lover?" Hisagi's eyes widened at the adorable couple who shared a conversation. "Kensei?! You never told me that someone liked you! And that it was Y/n-san!" Mashiro peeked over his shoulder as a vein appeared on his head. "You damn woman! We’re married!" He yelled at the green haired girl and enough for everyone to hear, which caused them to let out another shudder of disbelief. "WHAT?!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄���� baths with you most of the time. He always finds it funny how your nose starts twitching when he uses his soap-covered fingers to touch it. You can’t remember the last time you took a bath by yourself. Once you announced that you were taking a bath, Kensei was most definitely behind you.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐈!" You squeaked at your husband, who ran his wet hands through your curls. The sound of his laughter made you pout and cross your arms, saying, "That’s not funny!" You splashed him with water. You watched his smile disappear for a moment, which made your ears lay flat against your head. "I see." He simply said this before his smile appeared again as he used both of his hands to splash the water on you. Which made you shrink, "Kensei! Now take this!" You splashed him with another wave of water.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 were the peacemaker when it came to him getting into arguments with Mashiro. From time to time, you have to separate the two before they start to fistfight each other. When you take Kensei away, Mashiro will still continue with her taunts, causing Kensei to restrain himself and focus on the view ahead of him.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐈 knew better than to irritate you; the last time he did, he found his captain’s coat and uniform torn to shreds. With a little note saying, 'If you thought you were funny for that little stunt you pulled last night, you’re wrong. Have a great day at work! Make sure to get yourself a new captain’s coat! ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა' That was the first and last time he scared you unexpectedly.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 idea of bonding time is cuddling and going on walks. He found it endearing how your eyes would sparkle and your ears would perk up at the sight of bunnies. Once you see one, you’ll chase after it the entire time, with Kensei following behind and telling you to be careful and not trip yourself up.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐁𝐄 careful, Y/N!" Kensei trailed after you as you continued to chase after the rabbit who ran away from you. Kensei felt that his lungs were going to collapse on him any time soon if he didn’t stop and take a break. But he refused to let you wander off into the forest without him or knowing how to get back, so he kept running. After hitting another turn, he quickly stopped in his tracks and said, "Damn it, I didn’t know bunnies could go that fast." He panted and wiped the sweat off his forehead; he needed a drink of water for God’s sake. "Look Kensei! She has babies!" You showed him the tiny bunnies that rested in your hands. Kensei decided to give himself a break and sit beside you as you cradled the small bunnies that were falling asleep in your arms. "Aren’t they cute?" You cooed at the animals while the other jumped in Kensei’s lap. He felt his heart ache at the bunnies who tried to jump into his chest but failed. Was this paradise? "I want babies now!" You continued to kiss the animals as Kensei slowly turned his head towards you. "No."

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 didn’t give a shit about your bunny ears; he thought they were unique and cool. Not to mention, your bunny-like behavior was adorable to see.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 was worried about you having a relationship with the man because. . .he’s Kenpachi Zaraki. People told you that the man wasn’t a loving person and that he sure as hell didn’t have a loving bone in his body. But he proved them wrong with the way he acted behind closed doors.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 give this man some kisses. He’s so touched starved, but he acts like he isn’t. He acts like he doesn’t like the way your hands run through his hair when he’s napping, but he adores it. He adores using your stomach as a pillow while he sleeps, and when you wake him up, his scowl turns into a smile. Your flowery and innocent aura made it hard for him to get upset at you.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 found it cute how you turn into an actual bunny when you’re scared. Once you turn into the bunny, he’ll hold you and carry you around on your shoulder the entire day until you turn back into a human. With him feeding you carrots and giving you occasional pats.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐔 tilted her head at the captain with the bunny on his shoulder and observed as the bunny nuzzled its nose in Kenpachi’s neck until he brought another apple slice to its face. "Kenny! What’s with the bunny? Where did you find it?" Yachriu pointed to the animal that scratched its nose when Kenpachi tickled it. "It’s Y/N; someone accidentally scared them, and they turned into this." He pointed at you as you stood up on your hind legs to grab his finger. "Huh? Y/n! I didn’t know you could do that! So cool!" Yachriu's eyes sparkled as you nodded your head before jumping into her arms. Yachriu giggled when you nuzzled your nose into her cheek, which meant you were giving her kisses. Kenpachi’s eyes softened at the scene before him. Even when you’re in bunny form, you can be the cutest thing.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄’𝐒 not too fond of PDA but will hold your hand for the longest of time, with the excuse of ‘I don’t want you to get lost.’ Plus he always notices when you get nervous so he gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 couldn’t lie to him even if you tried. Kenpachi was far from an idiot, he knows what’s going on through that brain of yours more than you know yourself. So when you lie to him then he’ll force you to stop what you’re doing and look him in his eyes and repeat that, which you couldn’t do.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐈–𝐈’𝐌 Sorry Kenny, I didn’t mean to lie. I’ve just been stressed for the past couple of weeks." You looked down at your hands while Kenpachi squeezed them. Kenpachi could tell that you were stressing yourself out, but he never said anything because he didn’t want to upset you. "There’s no need to be sorry." His large and warm hands caressed your cheek; he hated when you apologized for sh*t that wasn’t your fault. "Come, get some rest." He sat down and pointed to his lap. You tilted your head before shaking your head. No, you had plenty of things to finish! You couldn’t be caught slacking off again. "I’m sorry, but— ah!" You fell into your husband’s lap while he was using one of his arms to keep you in place. "I don’t care about that shit; those assholes know better than to overwork someone like you." He cursed with his thumb, tracing over the dark eye bags under your eyes. If anyone has a problem with you, then he’ll fix it.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐈.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 wants to spend every second of his day with you. He wants to pinch your chubby cheeks, smoother you with kisses, and to take care of you. Like this guy was tremendously infatuated with you. His ears perked up like a dog just from the sound of your name, words can’t describe how he acts when you’re around.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 up for you 24/7, Every time someone is talking bad about you then he isn’t afraid to pick a fight. If he isn’t there then Rukia will surely do for him. He despised how people thought they could walk over you because you barely talked. Or when they think they can touch your ears and tail without permission. When you came and told him with tears in your eyes that a random shinigami was pulling on your tail, even when you told him to stop. Renji almost lost it.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 felt an indescribable anger rising in his body. Who the hell had the nerve to touch you without your constant? Almost everyone knew how much you hated when people touch your tail without your authorization. He walked down the hallway with his fist tightening at the sound of laughter, that was the bastard who teased and touched you. "Hey! What the hell is your problem?" He walked up to the man who looked at him up and down before laughing once more. "So you’re that brat’s boyfriend? I sh—" Renji didn’t let him finish as he punch the man in his face with ease. He watched as he held his bloody nose before giving him another punch to the face.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 shinigami would side-eye him for having a bag of fruits laying around in his pocket, but it turns out it was for you, and when your bunny form activated, He knew that once that happened, you would be in his care for the rest of the day.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐒 lullabies are a must! You couldn’t go to sleep with your lullaby and would get Renji to hum a little tune while patting your head; once he does that, you’ll be out like a light.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 he travels into the world of living, he brings back these cute little bunny figures. You had an entire exhibition of the glass figures he brought; they were so precious to you! Your favorite were the married bunnies holding each other's hands. ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ྀིა.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 never yelled at you before, but when he accidentally did he felt his heart shattered into pieces. Even though you forgave him he still remembers how your ears flattened with your eyes becoming glossy. He always told people about raising their voice at you but he spun around and did the same thing. You weren’t upset with him anymore, but the memory still runs across his mind once in a while.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 couldn’t believe what he just did. It may be small to some people but not you, he yelled at you. He stood frozen in the same spot as you sniffled quietly, trying your best to hold back the tears that wanted to fall. Neither one of you moved, instead you both stood in the same spot, waiting for the other to leave. But neither of you could leave. The heavyweight inside Renji’s heart resulted in him reaching his hand up to his chest, then his face. Deciding it was time for you to leave you walked passed him while maintaining the tears. Until the loud smacking sound made you flinch, you turned your head to see Renji with a bright red hand marking on his face. "R–Renji?! Why did you do that?!" You ran towards him and held his stinging cheek that was starting to swell up. "Because I yelled at you, if you weren’t going to do it then I mind as well do it my damn self!"

𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐖 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐙.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐖 was most certainly the definition of overprotective; he may be 6'1, but when it came to protecting you, all of a sudden he was 7'8. No one was going to put their hands on you when he was around. Not unless they want to walk around with no arms and a missing eye.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 his only soft spot ૮₍ ◞‸◟ㆀ ₎ა When he gets teased by other Espadas about his behavior around you, he can’t deny it. You did make him soft; you gave him countless kisses; you trusted him to see your body; and you were always there for him when he was upset. He was glad he was able to be vulnerable around you without any judgment from you. Grimmjow wasn’t ashamed to have you as a lover; if anything, he was proud as hell!

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 was also incredibly possessive. He didn’t like it when the other Arrancars flirted with or touched you. It made his blood boil at the thought of someone other than him making you blush and giggle. He hated it; you were his. And no one else’s could make you feel the way he does, physically and mentally. You would have to reassure him that your eyes were only on him, and he knew that. He just didn’t trust the Arrancars, who thought otherwise. He didn’t care if he had to kill one of them to make the point that you belonged to him.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐖 was on the verge on snapping. He watched as the Arrancar flirted with you. Since you were a bit innocent, you brushed it off as a friendly gesture, but Grimmjow could see right through that sh*t. His final straw was seeing the bastard reach out to stroke your ears; that’s when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from them. The anger that ran through his veins made him want to kill that asshole. "Grimm? What’s wrong?" Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and his glare was quickly put to the side once he saw your gorgeous e/c eyes staring back into his worryingly. "I–It’s nothing. I was being dramatic." He released his grip on your wrist as you took your hand into his. "If you’re talking about what happened back there, then you don’t have to worry; I’ll still be your true love. No one here can change that. I love you." You stood on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Grimmjow’s jealous rage disappeared within seconds after that; your reassurance was what he needed. "I love you too, Fuzzy."

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄’𝐒 so in love with you that he’ll listen to any command you give without any backtalk. You want him to jump off a cliff? He’s going to do it! Kill every living thing around you so he could have you all to himself? Say no more! Once you ask or tell him to do something, his mind is completely set on that task.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 you turn into a bunny, he’ll always play with you! He’ll put you on your back and give you a series of stomach rubs while giving you treats. When exploring outside of Hueco Mundo, he’ll jog ahead of you and laugh as you struggle to catch up with him. Your tiny bunny legs were fast, but not as fast as Grimmjow's running!

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 loves play fighting with you as well. Even if you were his dear love, he isn’t going easy on you. Even when you’re in your bunny form, you've always found a way to strike him, only for him to pin you down by your stomach. He still remembered when you turned into a bunny while fighting with him and how you stood on your back legs with your two paws balled up to imitate a fist. Grimmjow never cracked up that much in his life.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 pouted and crossed your arms at your boyfriend, who had tears in his eyes from the endless laughing he was doing. You huffed and leaped on his stomach as he halted for a moment, but when he glanced back at you, his laughter started up once again like an engine. "B–Bunny! You’re hilarious!" The blue-haired man wiped the tears from his eyes as he picked you up and gave your chubby cheeks multiple kisses while still grinning. Since you couldn't talk in your animal form, you glared at him before turning your paw into a fist and waving it around, signaling that he should shut up.

© gloryhrs, 052723. — notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦)

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Bleach Headcanons

Reactions to finding you asleep:

Includes: Kisuke Urahara, Renji Abarai, Ichigo Kurosaki, Shūhei Hisagi, Byakuya Kuchiki. 

Kisuke Urahara: Kisuke walks into his little candy shop expecting to find his significant other at the register checking out customers, but he finds quite the opposite. The shop is empty and you're at the register, elbows on the counter and your face resting in the palm of your hands with your eyes closed. He cocks an eyebrow and walks over to you where Tessai is mending the counter as you’re fast asleep. 

“Tessai, close the shop for the day,” Kisuke demands with a perky tone as he wraps his arms around your waist. He easily lifts you up onto his shoulder and carries you to your bedroom where he decides to take a nap with you, nuzzling his head into the warmth of your neck.

Ichigo Kurosaki: You were waiting for him in his room after school, but he got caught up with a hollow. Your eyelids become heavy and you slump down in his bed.

Ichigo swings the door open to his bedroom and his heart skips a beat. Your lips are slightly parted open and your fast asleep on your side.

“Hey, what the hell? You couldn’t wait until I got home?” Ichigo scoffs out, shaking his head with denial. He places his backpack down on the ground and walks over to you.

The bed shifts as he sits down and Ichigo’s fingers run through your soft hair. He carefully moves the hair out of your face and pulls a blanket over your body. 

He places a soft kiss on your warm forehead and leans against the headboard, waiting for you to wake up.

Shūhei Hisagi: He’s get easily flustered with anything at this point. When he finds you passed out in your room, his breath hitches in his throat and he almost trips over his own feet.

His eyes rake over your body and soft expression. “Shit,” he mumbles underneath his breath. He walks over to the bed and carefully places his hand on your shoulder.

You turn over onto your other side and grab onto his hand, pulling him down onto the bed with you. His eyes widen as he lands next to you and his heart pounds against his chest, wanting to leap out.

His arms hesitantly wrap around your torso and pulls you closer to him. He buries his burning face in your shoulder and doesn’t dare to move an inch.

Byakuya Kuchiki: You’re fast asleep in your office. Hunched over your office desk and face down in a stack of papers. A pen loosely in your fingers and Byakuya opens the door. His grey eyes soften and a smile tugs on his face.

He walks over to you and takes the pen out from your fingertips. He places it down on your desk and walks behind you. He pulls out your chair and he wraps his arms around you tightly.

Byakuya carefully lifts you up into his arms and you mumble a little, still trapped in a deep sleep. Your arms hang down and swing back and forth as Byakuya marches out of your office.

“Shh...I know you’re tired, love,” Byakuya whispers, a proud smile spreading across his face.

Renji Abarai:

Renji and his other squad members walk into barracks, laughing loudly. He glances into the room and his eyes widen.

Your curled up on the couch in the general room, your chest gently going up and down with each breath you inhale and exhale. Renji’s eardrums fill with the roaring laughter behind him and he quickly spins around.

“Shut the hell up! Are you trying to wake her up?!” Renji demands through gritted teeth. His nostrils flare up with anger and the laughter fades away as his other squad members disappear down the hallway.

Renji walks over to you on the couch and shifts himself underneath you. He runs his hand over your head and leans back his head, closing his eyes and taking a nap with you.

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Drunk again off another crush (Kensei x Reader)

I wrote this for Kensei’s birthday and because he looks so hot in the new anime episodes. My man needs more fics about him! Also available on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49015216 "Congratulations!" "Yeah, who'd've thought an idiot like you would figure out bankai?" "Three cheers for lieutenant Hisagi!" The boisterous cheering filled the bar, a crowd of shinigami clustered together like a flock of crows in their black uniforms. They clinked their glasses together for the umpteenth time that night, Hisagi grinning like a schoolboy. "Thanks, guys!" he said, his cheeks somewhat redder than usual and his hair all mussed up from Ikkaku and Renji constantly ruffling it, like you would to a puppy. From your little corner of the bar, you watched all this going on, trying to look happy about it even as your mood sank lower and lower as the noise and celebrating grew louder. It seemed churlish to feel left out. This was Hisagi's moment, not yours, a celebration of a milestone that not many shinigami ever achieve. You were happy for him; you knew how hard he'd been working to master it and improve his relationship with Kazeshini. When you'd first heard that he'd finally done it, there had been no doubt in your mind that he'd always had what it took. But although you'd helped to arrange this little celebration, even hanging up some of the decorations with some people from Ninth (you weren't even part of Hisagi's division), and though he'd thanked you when you congratulated him and even given you a quick hug that made you feel all tingly, that was about all that had been said. His friends had arrived, first Kira, Renji and Kira and then later Ikkaku, Yumichika, Iba and Rangiku and he'd been swept up in a little bubble comprised of lieutenants (or near enough, in Ikkaku and Yumichika's cases) and suddenly it was like you didn't exist anymore. Like you said, it seemed childish to complain that Hisagi wasn't paying attention to you. You understood he'd obviously mostly want to spend time with his closest friends, the ones who had fought alongside him the longest and seen him in action the most. Seeing their happiness at his success truly was an amazing thing.

But...was it unreasonable you felt left out? Envious? Wishing you could even come close to having companions that cared so much about you? You didn't think it was, so you'd turned to the nearest available source of comfort - alcohol. You were several drinks in now and even though you'd tried to look like you were enjoying yourself, you could feel yourself growing more and more distressed and isolated, sitting nursing a drink you'd stopped actually drinking a while ago, which had turned unpleasantly watery now that the ice cubes had melted, and you weren't drunk enough for that not to matter to you. You pushed it aside in faint disgust, but now you didn't even have the excuse of not wanting to spill your drink - now you were just sitting here feeling abandoned and stupid. As Kira poured Hisagi another drink, you caught something flicker in your peripheral vision and turned your head to see a captain's robe, a stark contrast to all the black uniforms. Shit, when had Muguruma gotten here? Or wait, he'd been here before, hadn't he? That's right - Mashiro had gotten her hands on a whole bottle of vodka and mistaken it for something much milder. She'd chugged damn near the whole bottle and passed out, and Kensei had been forced to take her to Fourth Division before she did anything else stupid - apparently she had a nasty habit of abruptly thrashing awake and kicking, and Kensei was one of the only people strong enough to keep her steady and not be winded by her famous legs, so he'd vanished for a good chunk of the evening. You couldn't help but wonder if he'd purposefully taken longer than he needed to, so he didn't have to listen to the racket of his subordinate and other lieutenants getting wasted - Kensei was the only person who looked like he wanted to be here less than you did, and the thought was oddly cheering. Misery loves company, and all that. A vague ghost of a smile flickered at your lips, but it died again like a blinking lightbulb. You admittedly didn't know Kensei all that well, except that Hisagi had been fanboying constantly since the official announcement that the three former captains had agreed to return to their old posts. Time had passed since then, but Hisagi still seemed rather starstruck by Kensei, which was just as well - you'd heard he was a hardass, and if you were being totally honest, he kind of scared you a bit. He was no Zaraki or Kurostsuchi, but something about his size, intimidating aura and I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude was simultaneously scary and a little alluring. You could feel where he was from anywhere in Ninth - his reaitsu was powerful and tinged with an unusual aura, probably thanks to the Hollow that lived inside him. You wondered if Kensei was like that all the time or if he relaxed a little more in his downtime. You were certain you'd never seen him smile. As if he could sense your gaze on him, Kensei suddenly looked in your direction, a scowl on his face. You quickly ducked your head to avoid his gaze, cheeks burning.

It was time to go home, you decided. There was no point sitting here moping because senpai wouldn't notice you anymore. You knew how your moods were only amplified when you drank, and you couldn't see the night improving from here. You were stuck in a tar pit of self-loathing of your own making, and besides which, though you were friendly with one or two of the lieutenants, approaching all of them was kind of intimidating. They understood each other in a way other seated members didn't, working so closely with their captains and yet not quite being on their level. It was a weird limbo to be in, for sure. Slowly you got up from the table, and immediately nearly fell to your knees as you stood up. Fuck. The booze always hit harder this way, and it took a lot of concentration for you to skirt around the crowd of people towards the exit, weaving back and forth as you walked. Before you reached that glorious, blinding white rectangle of an exit, a hand suddenly grasped your elbow. "Where are you going?" a voice demanded. You turned around and your stomach did some kind of somersault as you found yourself staring dizzily up at Kensei himself. He was scowling down at you, as per usual, but he didn't seem particularly angry per se - he had a very severe resting bitch face, so it seemed. "Sorry?" you said, which was at least slightly better than "Whu?" which was what you'd been about to say. When you realised, he thought you'd gotten confused on your way to the bar/bathroom, you gave a little shake of your head. "Oh, I'm just - I thought I should go home." Behind Kensei came another raucous round of cheering and a facial muscle of Kensei's twitched. Clearly the celebrations were grating on his nerves as well - however fond of Hisagi he was, he was not the partying sort of guy. You didn't know Kensei that well, but you knew enough about him to know that every sound of glasses or bottles clinking and sloshing beer on the ground was no doubt grating terribly. "You're in no fit state to walk home by yourself." Kensei pronounced, but before you could get indignant over this, he sighed. "I'll walk you back to your quarters." What?! "Oh, um, that's kind of you, sir, but it's really not-" you demurred - the thought of walking home with Kensei Muguruma at your side was an alarming one. "It's not up for negotiation." Kensei overrode you bluntly, so much so that you found yourself unable to muster a second stab at refusing. His hand went to your shoulder, and he began steering you towards the door. "Come on. From here on, it's their problem if one of them passes out in a puddle of vomit." You paused and made a face at the idea. "Yessir." ~ You were right - walking with Kensei Muguruma was an intense experience. Granted, it wasn't like he was shouting at you for drinking or asking you tricky questions. Instead, he was surprisingly quiet, keeping an eye on your ungraceful gait out of the corner of his eye, but otherwise he seemed content to walk through the winding streets of the Seireitei - you'd told him where you lived, and it wasn't so far away that either of you felt the need to whip out Shunpo. Anyway, as Kensei had pointed out, the fresh air would help sober you up some. Despite that, though, the silence had a tinge of awkwardness to it. Kensei was doing you a favour, but you got the sense he was regretting having offered. Your mind was in a whirl of confusion and alcohol, and you wanted to find something to say to make the journey feel a little less of a daunting voyage. Kensei's reiatsu washed over you like a heavy wind that hints at a thunderstorm - occasionally your arm would brush his haori and the hairs stood up on your skin when it broke out in goosebumps. Kensei didn't seem to notice. "Why were you sitting by yourself?" he suddenly asked - not looking at you but keeping his eyes straight ahead. You're taken aback by the question and your answer is vague. "Oh, well...I'd said my congrats to Hisagi, so I didn't want to get in the way while he was with his friends. His other friends." you said, lamely. "It felt rude to just leave in the middle of his celebration." "Tch. His friends are spoiling him. Most people don't get a fucking parade thrown for them for achieving a bankai." Kensei muttered, and you shot a surprised glance at him. But though his words were dismissive, his facial expression wasn't disgusted or scornful. Perhaps grumbling was Kensei's idea of speaking fondly of someone. "Why did you come, then?" you asked, seized with a sudden boldness - perhaps Kensei's candidness was infectious. "You don't seem like a... party type of guy, sir." "I'm not," Kensei said, waving a hand impatiently. "But I don't begrudge the kid. I worked him hard, and he gave me the results I was hoping for. That deserves recognition." Huh. You gave a hum of agreement and turned your attention back to the path in front of you. It seemed Kensei was right - you did feel a little more sober. Walking no longer felt like a tricky task that required all conversation, though you didn't regret your decision to leave. You doubted anybody had noticed you were gone. "So that was the only reason?" Kensei pressed, startling you. "You were just too scared to talk to him around his lieutenant friends? Or were you hoping something was gonna happen?" You nearly choked on your own saliva at the blunt phrasing. Kensei really didn't pay much attention to social niceties, did he? You chewed on the inside of your cheek. You'd never examined your feelings regarding Hisagi Shuuhei in detail - you knew he liked Rangiku. Kensei knew he liked Rangiku. Everyone and their mums probably knew it. So having feelings for Hisagi had never really crossed your mind, because they were doomed before they'd even had a chance to take root. But explaining all this to Kensei made you uncomfortable, so instead you simply said: "We're just friends." "Really." Kensei drawled, and was it your imagination, or was he messing with you? It was hard to tell with his deadpan manner of speaking. "Yes, really." you said, a little huffily. "And if you don't mind, I'd rather not discuss it further." "Tch." You both fell silent again, and you could feel heat creeping up your cheeks. It occurred to you that perhaps Kensei had had some alcohol to loosen his tongue a bit himself, it was just nowhere near as obvious with him since he was so big and beefy - it would probably take enough alcohol to knock over a horse before he started to show ill effects. Though you didn't know who in their right mind would give alcohol to a horse. You knew where you were now, and you glanced at Kensei. "I can take it from here if you have somewhere to be." you said, then added belatedly. "Sir." "I don't." Kensei replied, and you snorted. "Why do you care about where I'm going or what I'm doing, anyway?" you suddenly asked him, feeling like you were teetering on the edge of something. "Thought you didn't want to talk about that anymore," Kensei said. "I'm not, I'm talking about you." you replied, bouncing onto the balls of your feet like that might help you reach Kensei better. He scoffed and glanced away, and you took a moment to admit his side profile, that firm jaw and the shape of his nose. The impressive fluff of his mohawk and were those piercings you spied in his ear? Hot. "Just noticed you around, is all." Kensei said, his throat bobbing when he covertly swallowed. "When you come by Ninth." Oh? "Oh?" you asked faintly. Kensei had noticed you? But why? There was nothing special about you and he was a captain, and a Vizard, to boot. Everyone was curious about them, even if the topic of the reason the reinstated Captains had been forced to leave was often skirted around. Was it possible you were hallucinating this and were still at that table, passed out drunk? Now Kensei turned to face you and you weren't able to pull your eyes away from him in time - specifically his bared chest, his firm abdominal muscles and that famous 69 tattoo emblazoned across his skin, the ink still bold and clear even after over a century. He caught you looking, but he didn't seem to mind it. "Yeah," he said, and his eyes slid to your lips, where a faint shimmer of lipstick still sat from when you'd gotten ready hours earlier. It was like it was choreographed. A beat of silence ticked between you, an internal debate that lasted both a moment and a lifetime. Then, before you had time to doubt, to convince yourself it was all in your head, Kensei moved, surprisingly quick for a man his size. You had no time to process before a large, gloved hand curved around the back of your neck and you were being pulled in for a hot, demanding kiss that left you breathless. You could faintly taste rum on his lips, and your back met the wall, Kensei's body shielding you from prying eyes. Your hands moved immediately to comb through his mohawk as he kissed you, and Kensei growled in response, his teeth pinching your bottom lip, enough to make you squeak. His hands roved up and down your body, one of them settling on your waist where you'd donned a brand-new sash for the occasion, his touch hot and firm and making you shiver deliciously. His reiatsu covered you, but this time you relished the staticky feeling of it, the tingling zipping across your skin. Fuck. you thought. No words were exchanged during all this. You'd both passed the need for them - your bodies did the talking plenty. When Kensei finally released you, straightening up to his full height again, you were amused to notice he had a smear of sparkly lipgloss collected on his bottom lip. You felt out of breath. "That was..." you said and broke off with a huff of breathless laughter. "Yeah," Kensei agreed, running a hand through his mohawk in a surprisingly self-conscious gesture that, at present, seemed like the most endearing thing ever. His eyes went back to your lips, but he didn't move to kiss you again. You understood - when you pushed yourself off the wall, the world wobbled a bit before righting itself. Sobering walk or no, you were still on the drunken side. You smiled awkwardly at Kensei, though pleasure squirmed in your stomach when he offered you a very slight one back. He reached out and his thumb brushed just underneath your bottom lip, wiping away some smudged gloss. You stood stock still while he did this, mesmerised by this simple movement. "Should I...?" you said, but you weren't sure how to finish that sentence. Kensei's smile turned into a smirk. "You're going to go home and sober up." he told you. "I think you've had enough excitement for one day." You licked your lips. "And after that?" you dared to ask. Kensei's smirk widened a bit, and his hand rumpled your hair. The next thing he said made your stomach clench and heat rush to your face. "And then you'll come by Ninth and we'll see if we can't find another reason to start celebrating."

[gallusrostromegalus]

How do Hisagi and Kira cope with all the chaos Tousen and Gin wind up causing?

So my concept of this is based off these panels in the Manga, where Shuuhei realizes just how much work goes into running the Ninth Division:

(I love Jushiro's r u fuckin' serious? face here lol)

From the interlude between major battles in the middle of the Arrancar arc, in a cafe in seireitei:

*****

Kira sat in awkward silence as his friend and mentor bawled into his shoulder.

"EVERYTHING! I SWEAR, HE WAS DOING EV-ER-Y-THING!!" Shuuhei wailed. Five drinks in and the teetering walls of Shuuhei's stoic facade has crumbled like day-old cookies. "Managing all our contacts and sources, writing in the cultural articles as needed, keeping the presses stocked and in working order, wrangling the other captains to actually submit their reports, keeping the filing up-to-date- He was even writing the crossword every week!"

"It's uh. It's been a change for me too." Kira mumbled, awkwardly patting his shoulder. Across the table, Rangiku has assumed a facade of gentle sympathy as she waited for the storm of emotions to blow over.

"WHY?" Shuuhei demanded, sitting back up. "WHY DIDN'T HE ASK FOR HELP? The workload must have been killing him- it's killing ME and I read at least twice as fast as he ever did! Did he just... Not Sleep?"

"Well, perhaps he found the tasks he had delegated to you to be difficult for him, but the stuff you're struggling with was easy for him?" Kira tried, optimistically.

"No, that can't be it- It's almost the same work, just more of it." Shuuhei sniffled. "Did- did he not TRUST me to handle the workload? He was always a stickler for details- was- am I not good enough?"

"There's also the whole Treason thing." Rangiku pointed out, unhelpfully. "If I were plotting to overthrow the government, I'd take on extra paperwork to keep it quiet."

Shuuhei slumped over the table, contemplating the thought despondently. "...Was I not good enough to take wi-?"

"-You finish that sentence and I'll break this bottle right over your skull." Rangiku threatened. "You were TOO Good for him to make you an offer like that. If anything he knew you'd do the right thing and turn him in."

Shuuhei sniffled, unconvinced.

"How are you holding up Blondie?" Rangiku changed the conversation with the gracelessness but irrefutable power of an ox.

Kira considered her question, chewing his lip awkwardly. "I... Well I don't know how to say this delicately but, um-" he glanced down nervously at Shuuhei, who at least looked like he couldn't get MORE miserable. "-It's actually been kinda great."

Shuuhei stared up at him from the table, scandalized, and Rangiku barked a laugh loud enough to make the room ring.

"Gin was a...hands off sort of manager. He would always back up whatever we decided to do of course- Heck, he crossed swords with the old fart that runs the Fon Clan for us once, but ah... well. As annoying as him being largely absent was, he was worse when he decided to help." Kira sighed.

"THAT'S GIN!" Rangiku cackled. "I swear talking to him was like talking to someone from a different dimension sometimes- not a damn clue how anything worked."

"Yeah..." Kira smiled weakly. "We had a secret staff calendar to make sure he'd be occupied with something if we had a REALLY important project going on, which probably should have been indicative of something, now that I say it out loud."

"It's indicative of a crap manager, which is a far cry from treason, even if both should be hanging offenses." nodded Rangiku. "Speaking of management- Any idea when you lads are going to take the captain's exam?"

"What?!" Both yelped, startled.

"ME? CAPTAIN! ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Kira shrieked, laughing nervously like a Hyena.

"Nononono-" Shuuhei waved. "I'm half-dead running things as is, and Tousen left things relatively tidy- Apparently Aizen absolutely TRASHED the fifth division's filing and casework on the way out and it's bedlam over there. For all his other sins, Capt- Tousen at least finished payroll out until the middle of November." Shuuhei shrugged.

Rangiku blinked at what Shuuhei said, confused, but was distracted by the sudden arrival of more friends.

"Hi Rangiku-Chan!" Orihime waved from the door, out of breath and lightly singed from training with Rukia, who followed her in, looking equally gleefully disheveled.

"HEY GIIIIRL!" Rangiku squealed with delight, waving for Orihime to come over for a hug, and the girl practically tackled her. "Oof- How's training?"

"She can throw any Hado up to the mid-seventies right back at me now!" Rukia panted, delighted. "We're gonna start on Bakudo tomorrow, to give myself a break."

"-And Miss Rukia has been casting Hado in the 80's and a 90th level one without incantations, so I can't predict what the next attack is be like!" Orihime bounced with excitement.

"Sorry you're doing fucking what?" Kira gaped as Rukia sat down next to him, looking more than a little smug.

"Casting without incantations Kira, try to keep up!" She teased.

"Goddamn." Muttered Shuuhei. "All I've been doing is drowning in paperwork and failing to drown my sorrows."

"Oh no!" gasped Orihime, joining them at the table. "What's wrong?"

"Besides the everything?" Kira laughed darkly. "Apparently Tousen had been doing like 90% of the Ninth Division's Work and now Shuuhei is playing catch-up."

"Oh, wow." Orihime nodded, patting Shuuhei's shoulder sympathetically. "-that's a lot of work! And with his Spinal Implants too!"

The table blinked at Orihime, confused.

"...what spinal implants?" Shuuhei asked, peeling himself off the table and staring at her.

"Oh! oh no, I didn't mean to blab medical information-" Orihime waved.

"Traitors aren't covered by HIPPA, What Spinal Implants?" Shuuhei demanded, calmly but firmly grabbing her by the shoulders to stress the seriousness of the situation.

"I- um, well- When I was being attacked by Mayuri-Taicho, um, Mr. Tousen stepped in and- well frankly, he saved my life!" Orihime mumbled. "But- he lost his um, what do you call it-? The white jacket? and the back of his uniform had been ripped open so I got a pretty good look at his spine and honestly I thought it was some kind of weird body piercing thing at first but when I asked he got really cagey for a bit and said something about 'spinal implants' but MAN, they looked like they had to have HURT, not to mention the big scars on his shoulders..."

The assembled shinigami shared wary looks.

"...Okay, you're not in trouble. In fact, you might be doing us a big favor." Rangiku gently put her hands on Orihime's. "-But I need to you be totally honest about what you saw, or didn't see, or what you think you might have seen but aren't totally sure about, okay?"

Orihime nodded.

"-Did you, at any point, see Aizen's sword, or think you saw one of it's attacks?" Rangiku asked, eyes focused on the girl in a way that reminded her uncomfortably of being stalked by a leopard at the zoo as a small child.

Orihime thought carefully. "I- um. I saw the big Kido spell he launched right before he and Mr. Gin and Mr. Tousen went through that portal- he was really far away, but I don't think he had his sword out. I couldn't actually see what he looked like, just where the light was coming from? It's kind of embarrassing, but I still don't know what this Aizen guy actually looks like?"

"Oh my god." Realized Rukia. "He didn't take Kyoga Suigetsu out the whole time he was at the execution grounds. If Orihime hadn't seen him before then, she was never under his illusion."

"Rukia, sketchbook." Rangiku demanded, hand out and Rukia rifled through her pockets for the book and a handful of pens. "Alright Orihime- do you think you can draw what you saw on Tousen's back?"

"Oh! yeah, I think I can do that!" She nodded.

"Remember, only draw what you're really, really sure you saw- no adding details!" Rukia prompted, remembering The Orihiminator form her art midterms.

"Right! Um- well, if this is his back-" She drew an outline of a human back, noting were his spine and shoulders were. "-there were these like? Little iron nails? Going up in pairs on either side of his spine. I'm not totally sure, but I'm like... 98% sure there was one pair for every vertebra. His hakama and scarf were in the way so I don't know how far up and down the went, but it looked like his entire spine? and then there was this bright red thread woven and tied in really elaborate knots between them- Um. I'm not sure how exactly, but it was something like this- if I saw pictures I'd be able to point the pattern out again." She explained, continuing the illustration.

"-And then on his shoulders there were a pair of Kanji that had been like- carved into his skin? They were bright red, like they were infected or maybe that's what they look like when he'd been running? but um- yeah, it was "Silence" on his left shoulder, and "Obedience" on his right- Like this!" She said, holding up the drawing.

The shinigami, as a group, turned white. Rukia slapped a hand over her mouth that only sort-of stifled the scream she let out. Kira started to shake and Shuuhei got up and leaned out the window like he might be sick.

"...They weren't medical implants like he said, were they?" Orihime winced.

Rukia reached over and gently pushed the drawing down so it was facedown on the table. "That's. um. That's a Curse Orihime. That's a really, really nasty curse." She explained gently.

"Shuuhei-" said Rangiku, frowning. "You said that Tousen had finished the Payroll, right?"

"Yeah, out to the middle of November." Nodded Shuuhei, still looking green. "Weirdest thing- he ended it on the thirteenth, a Teusday. Totally not like him."

"-Its also really weird for a guy who is allegedly planning on committing treason to make life easy for the people he's leaving behind by finishing out the payroll." Explained Rangiku, taking out her communicator and Dialing. "Shuuhei- I want you to go back to the Ninth and see what other work he finished that doesn't make sense, and keep track of the dates he finished them out to, Kira- you do the same for the Third Division. That Teusday thing is bothering me. Rukia- I need you to go find someone from the Kido Corps and meet me at the First Division. Orihime- you're with me."

"Yessir!" The three lieutenants jumped to their feet and took off as Rangiku finished placing the call.

"-Sasakibe-San?" She asked when the line clicked on. "Sorry to disturb you, but I think Miss Orihime has discovered something of critical importance. Can I meet you and Yamamoto-Sotiacho at the first division? Now?"

[b4nka1]

ANIME men and cockwarming (not proofread)

cw: sexual content, dni if uncomfortable, smut, choking, usage of pet names, cockwarming ofc, not all kinks are mentioned here bc i forgot what i wrote

— GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ

definitely into cockwarming. would shamelessly bring you to the espada meeting amd make you sit on his lap, cockwarming him while the other espada stared at y'all in disbelief. by the end of the meeting, after all the espada left, he would throw you onto the table and fuck you mercilessly, grabbing your throat, squeezing it harshly. the next day yoy definitely had to ask szayelaporro for painkillers as well as birth control.

— UCHIHA SHISUI

he definitely hates the idea of cockwarming. he thinks that it is pointless to have a cock buried inside of you when there's no sex happening at all. so its definitely a no-no from shisui. but he would give in very rarely, and when he does, he makes sure that you don't move an inch or you're done for. you asked for it so you're getting it, so you better behave, that's what he thinks.

— HISAGI SHUHEI

he automatically becomes the sub when cocmwarming. your tight walls surround his thick length, clenching at his cock. he moans loudly, gripping your hips tighter as his face buries in between your tits.you can feel his cock twitch inside you. man is so sensitive, he might just come if you squeeze a little tighter.

— HATAKE KAKASHI

an absolute whore for cockwarming. could have you sat down on his lap for hours while his cock is buried into you and he reads icha icha. when really aroused, he would use your mouth as a cockwarmer. would have you on your knees, gagging on his cock as tears slipped from your eyes. though, whenever you sit on his lap, he makes sure to thrust up once or twice in ever 30 minutes, teasing you for the reward you would get later if you behaved.

— NANAMI KENTO

oh god. this man would absolutely have you sitting on him while he is doing his work overtime, that's when he's the most stressed. if you don't behave he'll probably either slap your ass nice and hard or tweak your sensitive nipples. when he's done with his work, he gently puts his laptop and phone aside and roughly shoves all the other items on his table to the floor, slamming you ass down on it, hips thrusting upward. he would fuck the living daylights out of you and make sure that you behave like a good girl for him

— RORONOA ZORO

OKAYYYYY like bro where do i start. my man doesn't like cockwarming using a mouth or a pussy. he straight up shoves his cock between your round tits and every once or so he pushes the tip of his cock to your chin to wipe the precum on it. if you're being a good girl he might as well give you a suck or two. he could go all day while having his cock pressed between your tits, and when he reaches his limit, he just fucks your cleavage and cums all over your face and tits.

— ABARAI RENJI

he's loud, and so is his sex drive. cockwarming doesn't last for more than 2 minutes with him. he gets bored of it quickly and pushes your face down onto the bed, holding your hands from the behind and fucks you ruthlessly, ignoring your cries and moans. he definitely loves to see a cunt squeezing around nothing after he cums into you and pulls out, cum dripping down your hole and flowing down your thighs.

a/n: i feel so pressured to write the requests so here yall go 😭😭😭💕

[nymphoheretic]

Facesitting: is a sexual practice in which one partner sits on or over the other's face.

Synopsis: Shuhei offers to give you a ride in his lieutenant office.

Warnings: Fem!reader, teasing, pussyjob, oral (m->f), facesitting, squirting, dom!leaning switch reader, sub!leaning switch Shuhei, Shuhei calls himself "daddy" once, choking, cowgirl position, creampie

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairing: Hisagi Shuhei x f!reader

“Does that feel good, Shuhei?”  You asked from your position on top of your lieutenant. You grind your hips as you rub your slick pussy lips along the length of his cock. You watched every small expresion that crosses his face as you rut your hips. You felt so powerful having this man underneath you whining and panting like a st1arved animal, his hands gripping at your hips.

Shuuhei throws his head back in pleasure against his desk as you continue to roll your hips over his, coating his dick in your slick juices. His hands tremble around your waist as he struggles with the urge to shift just the slightest so that he’d be buried deep inside you. “Baby, please?” He begged.

He needed to feel you, taste you. Anything other than just having the wet feeling of your cunt dragging over his length. It just wasn't enough. Each time your clenching hole would wrap around the tip, a shiver would go down his spine and his hips would jerk upward to try to sheath himself inside you. But everytime he does, you pull away with a reprimanding bite to his collarbone.

You giggled softly as you slowed  your hips until you were just resting your clenching hole over the thick tip. 

"Please, what Shuhei?" You say in a teasing voice. He was always so cute when he was so subservient and submissive to you. Leaning down you trailed your tongue over his chest, sucking at the skin lightly. "I want to hear you."

His breath hitched in his throat from the feeling of your wet tongue on his chest, a soft moan escaping. "Fuck baby. Please? Let me fuck you? I need you so badly." Shuhei begged, drool beginning to seep from the corner of his mouth.

"Hmm..." you hummed, sliding your sticky cunt down the length of his erected cock. "Not yet." You reply  as you begin to move up the length of his body until you hovered over his head. "I want you to fuck me with your tongue first." Planting your feet on the floor you had him hang his head over the edge of his desk. "Stick out your tongue for me, Shuhei."

A purr rumbled in your chest when he did as you said without question. "Such a good boy." You then lowered your pussy onto his awaiting tongue. "Oh fuck..." you began to grind down on his face, fucking your self on his tongue. “Shu..” His name fell from your lips in broken bits.

Shuhei moaned as your juices collected on his tongue and ran down the sides of his face. His hands gripped your thighs as he fucked your hole, lips moving along yours and his nose brushing against your swollen clit. He could never get enough of your sweet creamy essence as it pooled in his mouth, swallowing every last drop.

He didn't care if you smothered him with those gorgeous silky thighs. Shuhei could die a happy man. Your moans encouraged him to keep doing what he was doing, alternatively between tonguing that sweet spot inside and flicking over your clit. He could feel the way you were trembling and he knew that you were close.

Biting the fleshy part of your palm, you grabbed his thick black hair with your other hand to pull his face even closer to your pussy as you push your hips down even further onto his eager tongue. "Oh fuck. Shuhei, gonna cum! You want me to cum on your tongue, baby?" You purred when you feel his answering moan vibrating against your slick clit. "Ah~ fuck~"

Your head fell back as you rotate your hips, swirling them over his greedy mouth as you came hard on his tongue. Your juices slid down his chin as they filled his mouth. A soft whimper left your throat as you slowed the pace of your hips as you supported your weight. "You did so good for me, baby boy."

Shuhei ran the tip of his tongue over your twitching cunt, swirling it over your puffy clit. "Ride me, please? Need t'feel this pussy on my cock, baby. Please?" He grabbed your hips and easily lifted you up as he slid down the desk so that his head was on the wooden surface again. He hovered you over his hard dick, but waited until you said he could impale you on it.

"Such a needy lieutenant I have." You coo as you run your nails down the hard lines of his chest. Reaching behind you, you grabbed his aching dick and lined it up with your messy hole. You gave him a few teasing swipes through your sticky folds, coating the tip in your slick. Watching as he groaned, hands tightening on your hips, you slowly sunk down. 

A low moan left your lips as Shuhei’s cock stretched out your tender walls, bullying its way to your soft gummy spots. “Fuck, Shuhei...” Placing your hands on his chest, you began to bounce on his lap. Grabbing one of his hands from your hips, you used his fingers to rub quick circles over your clit. "m'g'nna cum. Make me cum again, Shuhei!" 

Shuhei bucked his hips desperately into yours as he's determined to please you and bring you to another orgasm. "Please baby, need to feel you cumming on my cock." His fingers dug into the plush flesh of your waist as he thrusts up into your warm and wet pussy, the nasty lewd sounds of your fucking filling the room.

“Shut up.” You hiss as you wrap your hands around his neck, squeezing just enough to make him light-headed. You bounce even harder on his cock, riding him faster to bring yourself to completion. "Oh fuck…" you moaned, your head falling back as the tip of his long thick cock nudges against your cervix.

Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as you squeezed his neck, nails digging into his skin as you began to cum hard on his dick, coating it in your slick juices. You let out a keen as your thighs shook from the intensity of your orgasm. You slid your hands from around his neck to his shoulders as you tried to keep up the back of your bounce.

"Baby..." He groans out. "Please? Let me." 

Knowing exactly what he wanted, you take his hands and place them on your hips before nodding. "Shuhei, you have my permission."

The change was almost instant. Shuhei licks his lips as his dark eyes gain a feral gleam as his hands tighten around your waist. "That's my good fucking.... Letting daddy fuck you like this on his desk." He began to thrust up without abandon, listening to those sweet moans that escaped from your lips. Shuhei pulls down on your hips, locking you in place as his heavy balls slap against your clit. 

He fucked up into your fast and hard, almost desperately as he tried to bring you to completion once more before he got his. "C'mon, baby, I know you got more in there for me. Make a fucking mess on my cock. Let's see this slutty pussy of your squirt for me."

Your nails dug into his chest as you felt your walls tighten and flutter around his dick as your clit tingled from the overstimulation. "Fuck Shuhei. Right there!" You screamed when he hit that sweet, gooey spot deep within you, the wet pat-pat-pat of his dick slipping between your gushy folds ringing in your ears. 

Drool began to seep from the corner of your mouth as you felt yourself release your essence all over his lap, the clear liquid pooling under you both. Shuhei groaned at the feeling of it dripping down his balls and gave a few more deep thrusts before stilling as thick, hot, white ropes of his sticky cum paint your insides.

 

"Fuck, baby..." His voice turns back whiny as he feels his cock twitching as he came so hard that he saw stars. "Oh, baby, thank you. Thank you for letting me fill your pussy up with my cum." 

You lean over and kiss his lips. "Thank you for the ride, baby."

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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. 

[sunflowersandcherryblossoms]

Seriously... The Fullbringer Arc Bankai form, Ichigo's newfound, nonchalant, self assurance... The way this was — for me at least — the perfect time for Ichigo to embrace all of his facets and find balance...

... GRABBING A FUCKING CERO WITH HIS HANDS!?

The shihakusho

The Zanpakuto

The new Tensa Zangetsu

The white details

The tattoos/markings on his skin

The overall fierceness in his eyes

It could have ended here.

It should have ended here.

We could have had a flash forward to Ichigo graduating university, with the captains and lieutenants in Gigai attending.

We could have had a close up of Ichigo smiling fondly at them.

We could have had a fade to black scene with whichever voice you'd prefer, (I'd prefer Byakuya for many reasons, not all of them pertaining to shipping.) saying:

"Ready to go home?"

And Ichigo, with a low rumbling chuckle:

"Ready."

The last image is a Senkaimon opening with a bunch of Jigokucho flying out.

End Theme with scenes of everyone, years afterwards.

The former Karakura Team, flourishing, with a World Of The Living squad, that had taken on the mantle and responsibilities Ichigo used to have. Karin is with them, donning a shihakusho herself.

Yuzu, with a doctor's coat lab, opening the door of the Kurosaki clinic.

Isshin going through the Karakura hospital's corridor, a patient chart in his hand, talking with Ryuken.

Keigo, Mizuiro and Tatsuki, walking by the river, looking at photos and laughing. We get a close up of Mizuiro's hand to see one of the tickets Kyoraku gave them.

Finishing with our own peek at the photos they were looking at...

It's images of the Seireitei:

Ichigo with the Academy uniform, smiling widely

Kenpachi moping because he didn't want to take a picture.

Ikkaku, Yumichika and Hisagi waving at the camera.

Hitsugaya, being photographed from above, glaring at the camera.

Matsumoto hugging Hinamori and Nanao tightly. The other woman are wide eyed.

A photo of all of the captains in front of the First Squad's offices

All of the lieutenants having a picnic and cheering with their sake cups.

The first official photo of Ichigo with his new Squad mates (preferably the 11th)

Ichigo sitting on the engawa of the Kuchiki Manor, between Rukia and Byakuya, Renji by Rukia's side. Byakuya is smiling widely.

End credits.

[recurring-polynya]

I was cleaning out my WIPs folder a few months ago, and I found the original draft of my Kira-and-Rose-Review-a-Restaurant story. It was nearly complete, and it's not anything earth-shattering, but it's also mildly entertaining, so I thought I would finish it up and send it out into the world. Then, of course, I procrastinated on that for months, but, hey! It's Kira's birthday! Happy birthday, Kira!

(read on ao3)

🍴 🐟 🍶

“Captain,” said Izuru, clutching his folders like a lifeline, “I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”

“My companion will have the tekkadon, but he would like the orange sauce on the side,” Captain Outoribashi informed the waiter. He squinted at his lieutenant. “Is that alright? Do you like tekkadon?”

“Er, yes, it’s fine,” Izuru excused. “Sir, when you said we could go over these budget requests over dinner, I thought we would go to a ramen stand or something. This is far too--”

Rose waved a hand. “It’s covered, don’t worry about it.”

Izuru chewed the inside of his cheek while his new captain continued to order a rather frightening amount of food. The waiter seemed to be taking all this in stride.

Captain Outoribashi couldn’t be more different than Captain Gin, he kept reminding himself. Rose was elegant and mannered, and was trying very, very hard to make everyone in Squad Three feel comfortable and welcome. He also had absolutely gorgeous waves of shining hair, velvety purple eyes that you could just fall into, and amazing taste in absolutely everything. Izuru would never have assumed in a million years that his captain would have any sort of… interest in someone like him, and yet, here they were. In a fancy restaurant. After work hours.

“Sir,” he started again, when the server had left. “It’s not about the money-- well, also, I feel you may have been misinformed, it’s true that I come from a noble family, but, uh… not a very well-funded one. It’s, just, er… I feel that a captain and a vice-captain should have a very professional relationship, you see, and this place is rather upscale, and I feel like you’ve gotten the wrong idea--”

Rose blinked at him. “You’re friends with Lieutenant Hisagi, no?”

Izuru’s cheeks colored. “Well, yes, sir, we’ve known each other since our school days.”

“He didn’t tell you?”

Izuru felt all the blood in his body fall down into his feet. “Tell me… what?”

“Well,” said Captain Outoribashi, with a sneaky smile on his face. “One of the first things I realized upon my return to Soul Society was that old curmudgeon Kyouraku Kenji had retired and that the restaurant review column had been vacant for nearly three years!”

“Wait, what?” Kira sputtered.

“According to your friend,” Rose rambled on, “His former captain felt that the column was elitist or somesuch and didn’t want to continue it, but what could be more egalitarian than communicating the rapture of fine dining to the masses? I thought I was going to need to lean on my good friend Kensei for a little old-fashioned favoritism, but Lieutenant Hisagi was perfectly willing to hand me the post, can you believe it? I assumed he might have mentioned it to you, you’re also a Bulletin contributor, are you not?”

“You’re here to review this restaurant?” Kira managed to get out.

Rose put an elegant finger to his lips. “Shh! We’re supposed to be secretive about it, but I refuse to use a nom de plume, so I am sure we’ll be quite infamous before long.”

“'We'?” Izuru echoed.

“Well, I need to try as many dishes as possible,” Rose mused. “I have to bring companions. You had a noble upbringing, so I’m sure your palate is quite sophisticated. And you’re a writer! I hope you don’t mind, but I was already planning on blatantly stealing any particularly clever turns of phrase that pass your lips.”

Kira felt frozen absolutely solid. Why did his captains always have to be so interested in him? Why couldn’t he get an icy asshole like Kuchiki who would forget he even existed whenever he was out of eyesight, or a battleax like the Kenpachi, who would just break his arms first thing in the morning? Who was he kidding? He knew very well he wouldn’t last ten minutes in Squad Eleven before someone ran his underwear up a flagpole.

Rose’s face fell. “If you’re not interested, just say so. I’m sorry for presuming. Do you happen to know anyone who likes fine dining? Kensei has excellent taste in cuisine, but he dislikes ambience, and you can’t take Hirako anywhere. Beyond that, I’m afraid I’ve fallen out of touch with many of my old acquaintances.”

No! Kira scolded himself. He has offered you a reasonable boundary and you can just say no. Say no, Izuru. Say it. Just because he’s lonely doesn’t mean it’s your job to be his friend. You’re his lieutenant and that’s all you have to be.

“An assortment of shiokara,” the waiter returned, setting a tray on the table holding a number of sampler bowls. “And your sake.”

“Do you like shiokara?” Rose asked, gesturing at the pots of fermented fish before picking up the sake. “Also, do you drink?” he asked belatedly. “I love it, but only with shots.”

“Ah, same,” Kira finally managed. “I tend to think of it as bar food, though, I’m a little bit skeptical of the artisan nonsense from the menu.” It was out of his mouth before he even thought about it-- you’re not at the izakaya with Hisagi and Abarai!! he reminded himself.

“Oh, Kira, you cannot say something like that and then refuse to give me your opinion on the finished product!” Rose sighed. “Please, just help me with this first review! I’ll…” he frowned. “I don’t know what you like. I’ll let you pick the music we listen to in the office for a whole week.”

Kira had already experienced the horror of Rose’s automatic music player that he had brought back from the World of the Living. “Er, that’s okay,” he replied. “I don’t really know any of the music you have. It’s probably better if you pick.” He grabbed a bite of firefly squid with his chopsticks. “I’m here, might as well.”

Rose’s face glowed.

---

  “ ‘...I found the dish quite pleasant, although more adventurous diners may find the flavors too subtle. My delightful dining companion, a man of culture and manners, proclaimed that ‘you could throw a rock toward Rukongai and hit a bar with better shiokara than this.’”

“Savage,” Rangiku declared.

Momo slammed her Bulletin down on the table. “How did you convince him to let you go along? I wish my captain took me to fancy restaurants!”

“Who says it was me?” Izuru frowned, sipping his sake. “I don’t think it ever said the guy’s name. It could have been anyone.”

“Later on, he says that you described the rosewater agar agar as ‘smelling like your great- aunt’s house,’" Renji pointed out dryly, "which is the same thing you said about that facial cream Yumichika tried to get you to use."

"Why do you pay attention to things like that?" Izuru griped.

"Because he took it very personally and complained to me for a month about it!"

"Anyway," Shuuhei broke in, "Captain Outoribashi told me it was you. He wanted to make sure you got your co-author stipend." He jerked his chin. "He said he wasn't sure if you were going to keep doing it with him."

Izuru shrugged. "It was sort of by accident that I ended up going anyway."

"Well, if you don't want to, tell him that I like going to fancy restaurants," Rangiku offered.

"I think it's a nice opportunity to get to know your new captain!" Momo announced. "But if you really don't want to, I also like going to fancy restaurants."

"I also think you should do it," Renji said. "I don't care about fancy restaurants, but that was the funniest restaurant review I've ever read. Captain Kuchiki thought it was hilarious, too, by the way."

"He what," said Izuru.

"He chuckled softly and shook his head," Renji translated.

Izuru had to take a minute to process that one.

"Also, that sweet, sweet co-author stipend," Shuuhei pointed out.

Izuru glared at him.

"Look, it's too soon to have more than anecdotal feedback, but my editorial instincts tell me this column is going to be a big hit. You and Captain Outoribashi have rapport, Izuru! Chemistry!"

Izuru frowned, deeply. "He's my boss, Hisagi, and he's only been that for three weeks. All I want with him is an appropriate work relationship with healthy and firmly respected boundaries."

"How about a 10,000 kan per month dining budget?" Shuuhei replied, and took a shot of sake. "Alcohol permitted."

"Oh," said Izuru. "Well. Maybe that, too."

~

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~*Urahara Smut*~

This might be my favourite one yet 🫣 please feel free to reblog and comment 🥰

Prompts : "Can you be quiet?" & “Fuck, I wish this room was soundproof”

Say what you wanted about Captain Kyoraku, but the man knew how to throw a party. The lower floor of his manor was filled with drunken shinigami laughing heartily, the clinking of porcelain at yet another loudly proclaimed "cheers" and off key singing to the music battling to be heard over the ruckus. Alcohol and smoke blanketed the warm atmosphere, open patio doors inviting a cool, spring breeze into the room.

The boisterous yells of testosterone filled youth play fighting on the patio had your full attention. You watched amused as Renji and Ikkaku wrestled playfully, throwing around their weight to pin the other. Teasing insults flew about easily, hoping to catch the other off guard. You joined in the encouraging calls, standing next to Yumichika who had the familiar glint in his eye that only a member of the eleventh division had when witnessing a fight.

Renji got the upper hand, throwing all his weight forward he managed to pin Ikkaku on the ground, holding him down on his shoulders as Yumichika counted them down

"3..2..1! We have a winner!"

Renji jumped up, arms in the air celebrating his win boisterously. After a dramatic bow to the cheers from onlookers he offed Ikkaku a hand to his feet, accepting the promise of a rematch later with a manly thump to the shoulder

"who's next?" Renji asked the crowd, eyes falling on you with a big grin "YN? How about it? Fancy a wrestle?" He added a lecherous eyebrow wriggle much to the enjoyment of the gathering men. Your cheeks stained pink at the inebriated jeering pulled forth from the double meaning. You roll your eyes at the snicker Yumichika gave you, elbowing your side gently.

"hard pass" you say with a determined straight face, earning another rupture of laugher and good natured shoving between the men. Taking the moment to escape, you slip back into the heart of the party with a grin on your face. Dry scratch in the back of your throat prompted you to cross the busy room, in search of a drink in the kitchen.

After being swept up in a three way hug with a drunken Hisagi and Kira, the cause of the painfully awful singing you had heard from outside and side stepping a playful swot to your ass, courtesy of Captain Kyoraku as you walked passed him trying to encourage Ukitake to let loose and drink, you finally made it into the kitchen.

It was just as full and loud as the other room, a gaggle of girls giggled loudly as they sampled the snacks laid out. You spotted Matsumoto leaning heavily on a straining Momo, attempting to keep her alcohol loving friend upright. You chuckled at the sight, tipping the bottle of beer you snagged from the counter in her direction in greeting before slipping out into the hall, closing the door behind you.

You enjoyed a party as much as the next person, but you needed a moment of quiet amongst the madness. Sitting down heavily on the wooden staircase, you opened your drink and drank enthusiastically. With a sigh you leaned back onto the staircase, elbows propping you up on the step behind you. You listened to the muffled noise of the party, taking a moment to relax in the calm. Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back, tapping your foot to the beat of the music.

"Hiding, are we?"

The unexpected voice startled you, you jerked forward almost comically, beer sloshing out the top of the bottle to wet your hand. Your hand rested over your suddenly rapidly beating heart, eyes falling on the source of your fright. Kisuke Urahara stood at the foot of the stairs, fanning himself with that ridiculous fan he always had on him. Though the fan covered the lower half of his face, you knew he was grinning proudly by the crinkle in his mischievous eyes.

"Don't do that!" You scolded him sternly, wiping your beer soaked hand on your clothes. Sneaky bastard was quiet, you'd give him that. All the years working in the second division had made him almost impossible to detect unless he allowed you to do so. While it was an excellent trait to have when on duty as a Shinigami, it was unbecoming of the captain to use his light feet to scare unassuming parties, especially when involved wasting the alcohol you were enjoying "You scared me half to death"

The glint in his eyes only magnified at your less than pleased expression. He wafted his fan gently, the unruly tuft of blond hair that sat atop his nose fluttered in the breeze created

"sorry, sorry"  The musical lilt of his voice sounded playfully behind his fan as he placated you with a lofty hand movement "I was merely curious as to why you were hiding out here alone"

"you enjoy creeping about and you know it" you scoff at the mock innocence he tried to portray, you knew him too well. He snapped his fan shut against his hand, sneaking it into the inside of his Black Kosode. The wrap of the kosode was loose, showing off the hardened, pale chest below. Not quite as lavishly open as Kyoraku tended to wear, though toeing the line of decency tantalisingly.

"you're avoiding the question" he teased, the clacking of his geta on the marble floor accompanied his walk over to you. He sat down next to you on the step, large frame invading your personal space. He reached out and stole the beer from your hand, raising it to his lips to greedily drink down. You watched transfixed at the way his Adam's apple bobbed with each swallow. From this angle, you could see how sharp his jaw was, defined..manly.

"there's a kitchen full of drinks in the kitchen you know. You didn't have to come all the way out here to steal mine"  You told him with the perfect deadpan look. The boyish grin you had in return was worth the lack of drink currently in your hand. That was one of the things you enjoyed most about these parties. Seeing the Captains and Lieutenants relax and have fun, act like normal people for a change. It was refreshing to see Urahara out of the lab, socialising with the living, and not locking himself away to work on what ever new invention his brilliant mind had cooked up.

"maa, beer is supposed to be shared between friends" he handed you back the bottle, holding onto it teasingly when you tried to take it back. You raised an amused eyebrow at him, lips curved prettily in a smile. Your fingers brushed together against the cool chill of the glass as you had your little tug of war, the liquid splashing about threatening to spill

"we're friends?" You ask him once he released the bottle back into your possession, so suddenly that a few drops managed to escape, slowly sliding down the glass. Absentmindedly, you licked up the length of the bottle, chasing away the sticky trail. You got on well enough with him, chatted a few times during these parties, said hello when passed in the street. Not exactly on friendship terms though. You take a long pull of the tangy beer, missing the hungry look flashing in his eyes at the erotic way you cleaned the bottle

. "I think so" The small smile on his face didn't falter as he watched your tongue dip out to catch the moisture left on your lips "so tell me, friend, why are you out here alone?"

"I'm not alone" you lean into his space to nudge his shoulder with your own playfully "Im drinking with my buddy"

You chuckled at the way he cocked his head to the side, giving you a look that clearly said he was going to keep asking until he had an answer that satisfied his curious mind. "I just needed a moment to relax. I'm afraid I'm not as blissfully drunk as the others" not for lack of trying, as you took another drink before willing handing the bottle over to share.

Urahara took the bottle gratefully, lifting it to his lips he muttered out before drinking "that's not nearly as entertaining as what I was hoping you were up to "

"what did you think I was doing?" You asked perplexed. He shrugged, finishing the bottle he laid it on the step next to him. He stood up unexpectedly, turning to face you with a devilish grin, holding out a large calloused hand

"come explore with me"

"explore? where?" You slipped your hand into the one offered. Warm fingers encased your hand, pulling you from the steps quicker than you had anticipated, causing you to stumble into his deceivingly solid frame with a huff. His devious grin only widened as you straightened yourself away from his chest, dusting of pink colouring your cheeks

"upstairs. I bet Kyoraku has some good alcohol hidden away up there"

"we shouldn't" you weakly protest as he sneaked an arm around your waist, sitting a little too low to be considered friendly. "I don't want to be reprimanded for sneaking into a Captains bedroom uninvited "

"we can't get into trouble if we don't get caught" he whispered into your ear, hot breath tickled at the hairs covering it, making you shudder slightly. You were painfully aware at how close his hand was in proximity to your ass as he urged your forward, ghosting it across your body as he removed it. "It'll be fun"

You watched as he began the climb up the stairs, soft clicks of his shoes steadily climbing higher. Your mind quickly raced through all the possibilities of what could go wrong before sigh defeated. You never could resist satisfying a curiosity, "Wait up" you call after him, hurrying up the stairs to catch up.

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After discovering a bathroom and what seemed to be an unused office, Urahara lead you into a third room which could only be the master bedroom. Urahara let out a small whistle at the sight, a large bed dominated the room, deep blue bed sheets pulled neatly over the mattress. An array of matching pillows scattered across the headboard, plump and with a silky sheen. A small sofa and coffee table nestled against the wall behind the bedroom door had a small drinks cabinet next to it.

The room had two large windows letting in the soft glow from the moon, two doors sat on either ends of the room. Urahara made his way to investigate the contents of the drink's cabinet, crouching down to the balls of his feet. You crossed the room to the bed, running your fingers over the silky sheets. They were as soft as they looked, allowing your fingertips to glide effortlessly over them. You heard the clink of bottles bumping together followed by a satisfying pop of a cork over the hum of the party below.

"I knew it" Urahara said, pulling your focus from the bed. He stood with a bottle of sake in hand, holding it up to the moonlight to read the label. "Kyoraku always has good sake" You watched as he drank straight from the bottle before handing it over to you

You accept the offering, shaking your head with a smile "we're going to get in so much trouble"

The grin he gave you was wide and playful as he sank down onto the bed, bouncing lightly to test the comfort. The bed protested in the form of creeky springs "what Kyoraku doesn't know, can't hurt us" the dramatic wink he gave made you grin in return

Not finding any fault in that logic, you surrendered to the situation you were in. You sat down on the bed next to Urahara before indulging in the sake. The tart, fruity liquid tantalised your taste buds, the burn of the alcohol warming up your throat. You felt the warmth associated with alcohol surge through your body, relaxing your tense muscles.

You handed over the drink, Uraharas fingers brushed over your own. Rough with burns and callouses , the texture sent a shock of arousal through you. You felt the warmth radiated off him in waves, burning through your clothes where your thighs brushed, arms grazed. Urahara watched your face intently, eyes taking in every curve and line of your face as he brought the bottle to his lips. Neck of the bottle pillowed against his full bottom lip, head tilted back, his messy blond hair caught in the moonlight practically glowed.

You watched transfixed as his tongue darted out to moisten his lips, slightly parted with suddenly loud breathing. The smell of the fruity sake on his breath was inviting, melting harmoniously with his own natural musk. The slight undertone of latex and the tang of chemicals enriched the aroma surrounding him. Urahara laid a heavy hand onto the bed behind you, leaning his weight to dip towards you. Your breath caught in your throat at the way his steely grey eyes fixated on you. The way they searched intently into the depths of your own. They drop down to your lips slowly, inching forward as if to appreciate them fully.

The weight of his gaze and the warmth of his proximity had you leaning closer. The hazy cover of alcohol dimmed the sensible thoughts you should've been having. The air thickened around you, pushing you closer together in an unbreakable pull. Half laden eyes watched you carefully, looking for the sign to back away or the invitation to lean in closer. Your tongue nervously darted out, separating your lips, inviting him closer.

Urahara placed the sake inbetween his strong thighs, opening up a palm to cup your jaw. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, before leaning in to close the gap. Your breath mingled hotly between you, eyes fluttering closed at the promise of soft lips moulding to your own. Fingers gripped into the back of your neck, angling your face perfectly.

A shrill squeal broke through the erotic atmosphere between you. A breath away from making contact, you jumped away from eachother startled. A girly giggle and the thundering of heavy steps on the staircase filtering through the open bedroom door had you jumping from the bed. Wide eyed you grabbed Uraharas arm, shaking it nervously "We're going to get caught, genius"  you whisper loudly to him, a deep chuckle increasingly getting closer the the bedroom you were hiding in.

Uraharas head whipped side to side, deciding on the best corse of action he grabbed hold of your wrist, thrusting the sake into your hand and dragging you willingly across the bedroom. He opened the door you had noticed to the left of the room, hurrying in and tugging you sharply into his chest. He closed the door quietly slipping you both into darkness. You detangled yourself from Urahara pushing you into his smooth chest, your back lightly hit the door behind you. You held your breath at the noise, waiting for whomever had come upstairs to discover you. The main bedroom door slamming shut made you jump, your hands automatically gripped onto Uraharas top, fisting the open neckline.

You heard the deep, sultry undertone of Kyorakus muffled voice in the next room, a feminine reply cut short by a thump of bodies hitting a wall. Your head shoots up to stare into Uraharas shaded face, absolutely mortified. The devious grin you found on his face had you thumping him on the chest "what are we going to do now, genius?" You whisper harshly at him.

You felt the silent snicker he gave by the shuddering of his chest. Eyes adjusting to the change in lighting, you discovered he had pulled you into a closet, a small closet. Clothes hung high on one wall, draws nestled neatly below the hems of the hanging garments. The other wall, thankfully clear, giving you enough room to not be nestled in Kyorakus clothes. The small wall opposite the door held a small circular window, mercifully bathing the room in moonlight, cutting through the darkness

"the window" you nodded behind Urahara, urging him gently with your fingers. Urahara made a tight spin, taking two steps to cross the distance and examine the window. You laid the sake down on one of the cabinets tops, watching as His hands circled the frame gently, before turning back to you, head already shaking.

"no good, it doesn't open" you could hear the amusement in his whispered voice, clearly not as effected by the embarrassing situation as you were. The familiar creek of the bed springs sounded out, followed by a desperate moan. Your hands flew to your mouth to catch the gasp you almost let escape.

"oh my god" you whisper, all too familiar with what those signs mean. Your slender fingers covered your face, heat rushing through your body as you listened to the sounds of Captain Kyoraku engaging in the beginnings of sex with his next willing partner. How did you always let yourself get into these situations? You had only wanted a moments silence, now you were trapped with the man you had nearly kissed in the closet of another man, evidently doing more than just kissing if you were to judge the situation by the next obnoxiously loud moan.

Sliding your hands down your face you let them fall heavily back to your side. Heat rushed through your body, reacting to the live porn going on in the room the other side of the door. The feminine breathy moans had your thighs squeezing together, needy throb from between your legs, jealous that you weren't the one to feel such pleasure. Your skin tingled at the yearning to feel strong hands bring you to the brink of pleasure.

So focused on the room beyond the closet you failed to notice the change in the atmosphere until it hit you overwhelmingly, stealing your breath away. Urahara stood in closer proximity than you realised, taller frame blocking half of the moons warming glow. You could hear his deep slow breathing, feel his body vibrate with tension. You looked up into his face cast in shadow, moon glowing around his wide silhouette.

You saw his hand twitching beside him, itching to reach out and grab you. The woman calling out Shunsuis name had you both slamming together in a feverish kiss. Urahara used his superior strength to push you back into the wall, pinning you with his lips. His hands found purchase at the curve of your hips, pushing himself into you. His soft, demanding lips parted your own, his tongue hungrily caressing your own as he dominated your mouth.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you desperately. Your fingers scratched the back of his head, threading through his hair to grip it tightly. You could tell the sounds from the adjoining room had excited him as much as it did you by the hardened length pressed against your hip. You moan into the kiss, Urahara swallowing it greedily, grinding himself into you.

Your hands traveled down from his neck, over the hardened planes of his chest and into his kosode. Your fingers memorised the smooth muscles, soaked in the heat from his defined abs. Your lips separated, panting hotly between you. Your hands greedily pushed away his kosode, searching for more bare skin. Urahara made quick work of your sash, undoing the knot securing it you your body and dropping it to the floor. You are breasts hit the air, nipples hardening rapidly.

Pushing off your top, Urahara ducked his head to capture a dusty pink nipple into his mouth and sucked enthusiastically. Your back arched off the cool wall, thrusting your breast into his willing mouth. Urahara helped you remove his top before bringing his hand up to your neglected globe, squeezing it approvingly in his rough hand. Your head fell back to knock into the wall, panting deeply as the spikes of pleasure rushed through you, dampening your panties.

Rolling your nipple between his fingers, Urahara left your breast, flicking his tongue against your hardened bud before rising. His breath ghosted over your face, hand caressing over your exposed side to tease a finger along the waist band of your bottoms. "Can you be quiet?" You felt him whisper against your lips. At your breathless nod he closed the distance, pressing his lips against yours in a breath stealing kiss.

The shout pulled from a powerful orgasm in the bedroom covered the sound of Uraharas knees hitting the floor. Skilled fingers pulled down your soaked panties along with your bottoms, pulling them from your ankles with your cooperation. Your thighs trembled as you felt large hands smooth their way up your legs, a trail of heat rushing up to your core. Kisses teased the supple flesh of your inner thigh, hands nudging your legs further apart. A sharp nip the the skin made you gasp, his wet tongue soothing the area had your head swimming in arousal.

The springs whining beyond the door distracted you momentarily, reminding you of the situation you were in. A stubbled chin scratching the sensitive mound between your legs had your head snapping back down. Urahara grinned at you wolfishly before surging forward, burying his face between your legs for a lavish kiss with your clit. Your hands reached out to grab fistfuls of messy blond hair, helping keeping you up right as your legs trembled beneath you. Darkened with lust eyes bore into your own, commanding you to keep eye contact as his devilishly skilled tongue twirled around your most sensitive area. The scruff on his jaw brought new sensations to your supple flesh, adding to the stimulation.

There wasn't a more sinful sight than that of Kisuke Urahara hungrily devouring your core while maintaining eye contact, of that you were certain. A quiet whimper escaped your lips, pleasure rippling through you. Tightening your hold on his hair, Urahara groaned into your pussy, the gravely tone sending vibrations to your swollen clit. Your top teeth snagged your bottom lip, biting down to quiet the desperate moan threatening to make itself known.

Uraharas hand snaked it's way around your thigh, lifting it easily to drape over a broad shoulder. Inching forward into the new space, he pushed two fingers through your dampened folds, teasing your hot silky inner walls. Your hips bucked forward, chasing the feeling of being penetrated. The deep sultry tones of Kyoraku sounded through the quiet, adding to the lustful haze you were lost in. The rhythmic tapping of a headboard hitting the wall set a steady rythem for the nimble fingers fucking into you.

Lip threatening to break and bleed, you opted to raise your hand, biting down on the fleshy part of your thumb. "Urahara" you mumbled around your flesh, praising the steady rhythm building you up to a euphoric orgasm. You hips grounded down onto his thrusting fingers, fucking your self on his digits. Talented tongue swirling around your clit, pressing into it firmly before wrapping his lips securely and sucking deeply. Fingers brushed against the spongy pleasure spot inside you, along with the powerful suction had you coming apart.

The hand twisted up in the mop of hair tightened, pushing him away wetly from your over stimulated bud as you tumbled blindly into an orgasm. Your legs shook with the pleasure, as your head dropped back in a silent moan. Your release coated his busy fingers, riding you through your orgasm. The wetness reached your thighs, cooling rapidly against your skin.

Darkness around the edges of your vision faded as his fingers slipped from your clenching pussy, greedily trying to pull them back in. Breathing hard you looked down at the erotic sight. Urahara knelt at your feet, head pushed back by your own fingers in his hair. He looked up at you with a carnal desire, eyes locked onto yours in a predatory stare.

Grip softening in his locks, your hand slid down to his jaw, the scratch of his scruff prickled against your palm. Dampened with your arousal, Uraharas tongue dragged across his lips, savouring your taste, not willing to loose a drop. Gracefully he rose, caging you between the wall and his sculptured body. Defined chest pressed against your soft breasts, nipples rubbing against the taunt skin. Breath painted with the smell of your arousal invaded your space, wet lips allowing you to taste yourself in a languid kiss.

"call me Kisuke" he breathed into your neck, leaving feathering kisses at the juncture where it met your shoulder. Your eyes slip closed at the lingering kisses he left, breathing out his name in a prayer. The sound of his breathy name falling from your lips had him rolling his hips, reminding you of his neglected cock held prisoner behind his clothes. Fingers roamed over his impressive abs, dipping into the contours of his muscles. Following down the trail of hair you hooked your fingers into his waist band, tugging them down eagerly.

Kisuke assisted in pushing the garments away, eagerly allowing his straining cock to spring free. Your hand wrapped around the smooth length, thumb circling the leaking, bulbous head to spread the ejaculate seeping out. You felt the shuddering breath against your neck as he thrust into your hand, chasing the exquisite squeeze around his member. "Kisuke" you moan wantonly over his head, rolling your fist up his arousal.

Urahara straightened, two firm hands wrapped around your legs and threw you up the wall effortlessly to meet his desperate look. You guided his length to your core, wetting the head through your dampened folds. Urging him in, Kisuke thrusted forward, sliding through your clenching walls to the hilt. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers returning to his messed up hair.

Kisuke subconsciously began thrusting into you in time with the slamming headboard in the room beyond. The drag of his thick cock stretching your inner walls almost painfully. The angle had him hitting your sweet spot with feverish accuracy. Strong hands cupped your ass, kneading the juicy globes appreciatively. Head buried in your neck, he nibbled at your skin, soothing the nips with a strong swipe of his tongue. You moan into his ear, pleasure rippling through your body.

Uraharas hand flew up to cup over your mouth, muffling the cry your lustful mind couldn't stifle. "Fuck, I wish this room was soundproof" he growled into your ear, powerful hips snapping into you eliciting a high keen smothered by his palm "I bet I can make you scream louder than that lovey lass in there" 

You panted harshly behind the hand, trying to suck in a lungful of air. Your mind was swimming dizzily, lost in the pleasure given to you. Your fingers dug into Kisukes shoulders, nails marking his skin with Cresent shape indents. His thrusting increased with the rapid banging next door, plowing through you as the woman screamed out in toe curling pleasure. The gruff manly grunts that followed added to your arousal, locking eyes with Urahara pleadingly as the headboard ceased its racket, springs no longer whining.

"stay quiet" Urahara whispered, removing his hand at your nod to resume its place on your ass. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder to muffle any sounds that could escape. Using the leverage Kisuke had on your ass, he pulled you down onto every thrust, making you feel every rigid inch he pushed into your soaking pussy.

You were in ecstasy. Your body buzzed and vibrated with unmeasurable pleasure. Desire oozed from you at every thick drag his cock had in your tight walls.  Everything around you was Kisuke. His handsome face, contorted in pure pleasure stared at you intently, obscuring everything else in the room. His hard, powerful body pressed against your own, everywhere he touched hot and pleasurable, overwhelming your senses. The air in the closet was thick and warm, the subtle smell of your sex melting together, musky and heady. The sounds of sweat slicked skin slapping together, desperate breathy moans and the embarrassingly wet noises coming from your joining bodies. 

The introduction of his thumb pressing firmly into your clit had you spiralling. Quick short movements against the over sensitive bud had you slamming your eyes shut, a bright light exploding behind them. You could feel your impending orgasm race towards you, feeling the tension about to snap you bit down into his shoulder, muffling the cry you gave. Unrelenting hips slammed you into the wall repeatedly, Kisuke chasing after his own orgasmic bliss as you clamped down tightly. Spasming walls and the sudden gush of liquid surged him on. Orgasm fading away, you released the hold you had on his shoulder; visible wet teeth marks left of the otherwise unblemished skin. 

Your body sagged in his grip, endorphins giving your a boneless feel as all your muscles relaxed. With half hooded eyes you raised your head, body jerking along with his erratic thrusts. Kisukes dark grey eyes held your own, panting with the force he used to bring himself to the edge. Nudging your nose with his own, you tilted your chin up to accept his desperate kiss. His tongue coated your own lazily, a stark contrast to the way he plowed his dick into you erratically. 

Desperate thrusts turned sloppy, loosing all sense of rhythm as he came deep inside you. He groaned into your mouth and your swallowed it gladly. The fingers he had on your ass pinched in bruisingly, holding you flush against his twitching member as he exploded his hot seed deep within you.  Urahara gently laid his sweaty forehead on your own, heating up the space between you as his breathing fought to return to normal. The hair messily falling over his nose tickled your own, you brushed it back only to watch amused as it immediately fell back into place over his nose. Hiss fingers eased up from the grip he had on your ass as he came down from his high. soothing the area with the palm of his hands. 

Cock softening inside you, your legs went limp around his waist, struggling to hold yourself up. Urahara pulled himself free from your depths, wincing at how sensitive he was. Carefully he helped you to lower your legs, assuring you could hold your weight before loosening his grip. His hands rubbed up to your hips, rubbing his thumb over the silky skin. He kissed you sweetly, lips lingering on your own as you enjoyed the post orgasmic glow.  ——————————————————

Both fully dressed you had kissed lightly in the quiet darkness. Gentle fingers caressed your cheek, whispering sweet words of your sudden frenzied love making.  When loud snores vibrated through the room, you broke the silence with a whisper "you think it's safe to sneak out?" Urahara rested a finger onto his lips, warning you to remand quiet. Silently he moved to the closet door, opening it a fraction to peer out into the room.  He beckoned your forward with a curl of his fingers. Picking up your shoes, not trusting yourself to be as quiet as Urahara when wearing them, you sneaked your way over. 

His fingers intertwined with your own, holding your hand securely as he pushed the door open enough for you both to slip out. With held breath you slowly crossed the room. You couldn't resist darting your eyes to to bed in the centre of the room. Kyoraku lay on his back snoring loudly, wide hairy chest exposed to the room. One strong leg laid kicked out from the sheet, thankfully still covering his modesty. Dark brown hair covered the face of the woman nestled into his side, making it impossible for you to identify her. 

Urahara squeezing your hand had your eyes snapping back to his. His eyebrows were raised comically at your staring, teasing smirk on his kissed swollen lips. You sent him a toothy grin at being caught staring. With a playful shake of his head, Urahara urged you to cross the room, avoiding the messily thrown clothes that littered the floor.

One in the hall, Urahara closed the door behind you with a soft click.  You both released a deep breath, tension finally broken now that you hadn't been caught in a compromising position . Urahara picked up his speed, dragging you along behind him as he hurried to the stairs. Practically running down the wooden staircase you began giggling. Adrenaline surged through your veins as Kisuke threw open the front door the the manor, running through the gardens with your laugh chasing behind him. He turned to see you running behind him, wide mischievous grin back on his handsome face.  The very same grin that had gotten you trapped in that closet in the first place.