#bleach x reader

[satsugacafe]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 (𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲) | 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐫. (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 2)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Zaraki Kenpachi, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Bazz-B, Kurosaki Ichigo

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: If it's okay can I request a yandere grimmjow, yandere bazz -b, yandere mayuri, and kenpachi reacting to reader trying to escape.

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: yandere content, hunter and prey themes, kidnapping, violence, threats to physical hurt reader, manipulation

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✧Zaraki Kenpachi✧

˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t even gone that long. Maybe a few hours out on some chaos-run, tearing through a district because he felt like cracking skulls, and then came back bloodstained and grinning, expecting to hear your heartbeat somewhere in the house. He didn’t.

˚₊‧꒰ა The first few minutes were quiet. No scent of your shampoo. No clatter in the kitchen. No footsteps dodging his line of sight.

˚₊‧꒰ა That alone made him irritable as he stomped from room to room, opening doors he already knew were empty. “Oi...quit playin’ around. I’m not in the mood.”

˚₊‧꒰ა With his level of patience, it was only a matter of time before he tore the place apart within minutes. Punched a hole through a wall when he saw the open window. The curtain flapping like it was mocking him. That's when the grin dropped.

˚₊‧꒰ა “So you actually fuckin’ did it. Clever little rat.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Just the sheer thought and idea alone made him laughed. The type of laugh that wasn’t loud—it was quiet, throaty, and dead serious. “You think you’ve got time. That’s cute. Makes it more fun.”

˚₊‧꒰ა The 11th Division had never seen him this focused. He stopped responding to summons. Left Ikkaku in charge. Left a blood trail through Rukongai following every scrap of your presence like a beast sniffing out a rabbit hole.

˚₊‧꒰ა Found a bit of your clothing caught on a fence. Picked it up like it was sacred. “You’ll regret droppin’ this, love. Gave me somethin’ to follow.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Days turned into weeks and he didn’t stop. He didn’t eat. If someone mentioned you, even accidentally, they’d find themselves pinned against a wall with a blade to their throat. “Say that name again. Go on. I fuckin’ dare you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He started talking to himself in an amused, calm, crackling-before-the-fire-starts kind of way. “You thought I kept you locked up ‘cause I didn’t trust you. Nah. I just knew you were stupid.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Every fight he picked with someone who reminded him of you ended with him whispering your name after their last breath. It was ritualistic. Like he was keeping you with him through every bit of violence.

˚₊‧꒰ა When he finally found the safehouse you were hiding in, he didn’t knock, not even smash the door. He just stood outside, waited for silence, and said in the coldest tone: “I’m gonna give you five seconds to open this fuckin’ door before I start removing pieces.”

˚₊‧꒰ა And when you tried to run again, he let you. Just for a few seconds, he watched you sprint until your legs gave out, and walked behind you with that grin back on his face.

˚₊‧꒰ა “All that effort. All that runnin’. And what’d it get you?” he said, crouching in front of you. “Bet your heart’s racin’ right now. I missed that sound.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t drag you back, just threw you over his shoulder like a sack and muttered, “Try that shit again, and I’ll clip you. Don’t think I won’t.”

˚₊‧꒰ა And this time when he locked the door behind you, there were two locks. Then three. Then chains. You were part of the house now. Part of the hunt. Part of him.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Nowhere you go that I won’t find, love. Might as well get used to the sound of my footsteps. They’re the last thing you’ll hear if you try again.”

✧Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez✧

˚₊‧꒰ა He only left to handle a mission Aizen threw at him which was supposed to be a quick job. Smash some souls, toss a few threats, maybe show off a bit. Didn’t even think to chain the window this time. He thought fear was enough of a leash.

˚₊‧꒰ა Walked back into Las Noches with a smug smirk and a bag of something stolen, meant to give to you like a gift. A stolen bracelet. He wanted to see the way your face would twitch, grateful and scared at the same time.

˚₊‧꒰ა Turned out, your room was empty—dead air—and that gift hit the floor with a clink and he blinked. Tilted his head. “Oi?”

˚₊‧꒰ა You didn’t leave a note. Of course you didn’t. He didn’t teach you manners, only submission, and that made it worse.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You little cretin,” he growled, running a hand through his hair before slamming his fist into the wall, cracking it.

˚₊‧꒰ა He punched through the bedframe, tore down the curtain, and checked under the bed even though he knew better. “Coward. Fuckin’ coward. Can’t even say it to my face?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Even the others kept clear, especially Ulquiorra. Grimmjow didn’t talk for a full day. Not a single word. His spiritual pressure leaked like acid, twisting corridors and choking the air.

˚₊‧꒰ა When he finally moved again, it was like hunting prey that owed him blood. Traced you across realms. Even dropped into the World of the Living, ripped through buildings because he caught your scent near a school. Killed three hollows on instinct just to clear his head.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Thought you were different," he muttered one night, crouched on a rooftop, licking blood off his knuckles. "Thought you had guts."

˚₊‧꒰ა Found a lock of your hair weeks later, left lying around in some old abandoned building you used as shelter. He carried that hair around for days, folded in his fist.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You belong to me,” he hissed to no one, eyes wide.

˚₊‧꒰ა He stopped sleeping and started muttering things while sparring. “Bet you’re cold. Hungry. Bet you miss the way I held your jaw when I was pissed.” Laughing between hits.

˚₊‧꒰ა But when he found your scent again, he didn’t make a sound. Just warped right into the space behind you. “You really made me chase you,” he said, voice low. “That’s bold. Stupid, but bold.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You ran, of course. Again. He let you get through one door before tackling you into a wall hard enough to crack it. Hand on your throat and smiling.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Try that again, and I’ll rip your fuckin’ legs off. You get me?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t tie you up when he brought you back. Didn’t need to. He slept with both eyes open. Sat in the corner of the room some nights, just watching you.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Go ahead, try it again. I’ll make it hurt next time. Might even enjoy it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა But some nights, when he thought you were asleep, he’d murmur, “Don’t ever leave me again. Don’t care if I have to break every bone in your body. You stay.”

˚₊‧꒰ა The new collar around your ankle wasn’t flashy. Just iron and cold and his idea of a promise ring.

˚₊‧꒰ა “This time, you’re not goin’ anywhere. And if you do…” he grinned, “I’ll find you. Again. And again. And again.”

✧Bazz-B✧

˚₊‧꒰ა He had just gone out for a short patrol around Silbern, boots cracking against the frostbitten ground as he muttered about how boring everything was lately. Only gone for a few hours, but when he returned, he saw the window cracked open and your coat missing.

˚₊‧꒰ა He stared at the empty bed for a long moment, jaw tight, eyes unblinking. Then the whole room exploded. Literally. The wall caved under his punch, ice melting as he shouted. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!”

˚₊‧꒰ა His first instinct was rage because you had chosen to go. After everything. After he’d let you that close, let his guard down, let himself believe you’d stay.

˚���‧꒰ა “You think this is a fuckin’ game?” he snarled to no one in particular, kicking over a chair as he stormed through the wreckage of the room. “What, you get bored? Decide you’re too good for me all of a sudden?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He refused to believe anyone had helped you. Because if they had, there wouldn’t be a body left. Just ash. And he wanted someone to blame. Wanted to burn the whole damn ice castle down if it meant smoking you out.

˚₊‧꒰ა Sleeping didn’t exist for him. He paced the corridors, threatened every Sternritter who so much as looked smug. He nearly torched Liltotto when she made a snide remark about “being too clingy.” His fire was constantly simmering, leaking from his palms like his body couldn’t contain it anymore.

˚₊‧꒰ა He started retracing your steps. Found the smudged boot print in the snow, the slight dent in the fence where you slipped through. It was like chasing a ghost, but he knew your patterns. You always paused before turning left. Always checked over your shoulder twice.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Where are you, huh?” he muttered under his breath, riding the wind across districts like a missile. “C’mon, show me somethin’. Just a fuckin’ trail. Just a scent.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He finally found you days later, crouched behind a ruined tavern in a low-ranked area of the Wandenreich’s outskirts. You’d cut your hair. Changed clothes. But the look in your eyes when you saw him—that brief flicker of fear—lit his fuse.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You really thought I’d just let you walk?” he snarled. “Did you forget what I am? Did you forget what you are to me?”

˚₊‧꒰ა You tried to run. He grabbed your collar and against the stone, his other hand burning with fire he refused to use. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t leave me. You stay. Even if I’ve gotta keep you in chains.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He dragged you back himself, one hand gripping your wrist so tight your bones ached. “Try it again,” he growled, not even looking at you. “Next time, I burn the whole fuckin’ city just to make sure you’ve got nowhere to run.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Back at home, he didn’t let you out of his sight. He slept next to the door, watched you while you ate, and ready ignite anything—or anyone—that got too close. “You’re mine. Don’t need a vow or a collar or any of that romantic shit. Just know it.”

✧Kurosaki Ichigo✧

˚₊‧꒰ა When he returned from patrol expecting calm, all he wanted was to collapse on the bed with you, maybe bury his face in your shoulder for a while.

˚₊‧꒰ა Yeah, but turned out, the bed was cold and empty, just like the room and the entire house. Your presence—so familiar it had become like background noise—was gone.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Huh?” he said aloud, staring at the empty room like it might change if he blinked enough. “You out?”

˚₊‧꒰ა A slow crawl of dread slithered into his gut when he noticed your bag was missing, clothes haphazardly scattered on the floor. And the shoes he always saw by the door were gone. No note. No goodbye. Just…vanished.

˚₊‧꒰ა “No. No, you wouldn’t,” he said softly, clutching the doorway like his legs suddenly got weak.

˚₊‧꒰ა This was just the perfect moment for White's laughter to echo, all giddy like he’d been waiting for this. “Oooohh…they ran, King. Damn. Shoulda seen that one comin’. You got soft. You forgot what they really was.”

˚₊‧꒰ა “Shut up,” Ichigo snapped out loud, staggering back into the centre of the room. “Just—shut up!”

˚₊‧꒰ა “C’mon. You really think they loved you like that? You think they wanted this?” White taunted. “You turned a golden cage into a prison. They saw it. Felt it. And now they’re gone.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Eating and sleeping were non-existent at this point. Just moving and checking every damn place you’d ever mentioned. He hovered outside Urahara’s shop until he was practically a ghost.

˚₊‧꒰ა And the whole time, White was there, finding the chase exhilarating. “Our little mouse is quite good at hiding. I’m liking this game far too much. Be a shame when it’s all over.”

˚₊‧꒰ა The shift came slow. Ichigo didn’t break down. He simply closed off to become colder, sharper and more efficient. His kindness drained with each step, and smiling wasn’t a thing of his. That hesitation of his, gone.

˚₊‧꒰ა But when he finally found you hiding out in some old building where the homeless resided, he stood behind you in the hallway like a ghost. “You really thought I wouldn’t find you?”

˚₊‧꒰ა You turned, eyes wide, lips trembling. There he was. No smiling, just desperation. Didn’t need to raise his voice, while you felt White’s glee bleeding through his skin and itching to break free.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You thought I was being overbearing. Controlling. I wasn’t,” he whispered strained, holding back himself from going crazy. “I was being careful. I was keeping you safe. But now? Now you don’t get a choice.”

˚₊‧꒰ა The return trip filled with dead silence. He simply dragged you by the wrist, and when you resisted, tossed you over his shoulder. Anyone who tried to stop him got silenced. He didn’t even look angry. That was the scariest part.

˚₊‧꒰ა Back home, you weren’t allowed out of the room. He got Urahara to reinforced it with spiritual barriers, hand-sealed kido, and White watched through his eyes, amused. “Now we’re on the same page, King. You wanna keep them? You do it our way.”

˚₊‧꒰ა From then on, he sat beside you every night, eyes shadowed, hands gentle, voice low. “You don’t have to like me. Just stay. That’s all. Just…stay this time.”

˚₊‧꒰ა But there was no more softness, or warm smiles. Only White’s quiet warnings when he slipped out. “This is the price of walking away. You broke the chains he tried to make gentle. Now they’ll never loosen again.”

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[darthwhorecrux]

TW: angst, mentions of smut, addiction

Kisuke and the reader have a friends with benefits type of deal going on

You never slept well in someone else's bed. Especially not Kisuke's. He always kept his room freezing, making it all the harder for you to sleep through the night. You woke up again and again, shivering, pulling his sheets tighter around yourself, though it was futile.

The sun had just begun to rise when you woke again, still trembling, aches rattling in your hips and core. You shuffled and tossed as gently and quietly as possible, trying to find a more comfortable position to see if you could squeeze in just a little more sleep.

Kisuke stirred next to you, causing you to tense up and freeze. With your back turned, you couldn't see him, but sensed his movement, heard his tired sigh as he sat up and fumbled around for something. Then, there was more weight, more warmth, added to your body as he pulled another layer of blanket over your shivering form.

He breathed another sleepy sigh before stilling once more, so easily whisked back into his slumber. You pulled the new blanket up a little higher, shutting your eyes more contentedly, though you still couldn't drift off so easily, not with your mind already planning out your escape, calculating where your various clothes were scattered and how you were going to put them on and gather your keys as quietly as possible, how you were going to slip out without having to face him, without having to see what he looked like with the early light pouring in through his window.

You could hardly sleep again, not with how loud your mind was and how you wished for the safety of your own bed. You creeped out from under the covers, wincing and freezing when the bed creaked under you. After confirming that Kisuke was still sleeping, you kept moving, tip toeing along the floor as you pulled your panties back up, clipped your bra on, threw your clothes back over your drained figure. You clenched your keys tightly off of his bedside desk, careful not to let them jingle.

It was about to be a success as you headed for the door, ready to slip out into the morning without a trace.

But then he called your name, his voice hoarse with exhaustion, not asking for you, demanding you. You reluctantly turned to face him, laying on his back with his chest exposed, staring at you with an intensity that made your chest burn.

"Why are you always running from me?" Kisuke asked, keeping his voice level, no hint of what emotion hid behind his question.

"I'm not running." You stood like a deer in headlights. You were running, just not fast enough, and now you were going to get hit.

"You're sneaking out," he observed, tucking his hands behind his head. "You always do."

You never expected him to say anything about it. It wasn't the first time you'd been caught, but it was the first time he was calling you out. It made your cheeks burn with embarrassment, to be seen by him in this way. Why now?

"Sorry," was all you could manage.

"I was inside you last night," he reminded you.

"What is this?" You asked him, clutching your keys tighter.

"I'm just curious," he said, his lips pulling into a grin. Just like that, his wall was back up, the easygoing, nonchalant facade. "Go on. I won't hold you up any longer."

Your mind, body, and heart were at war. A sudden wave of sadness pummeled you, and you knew you had to get out quickly. You weren't going to cry in front of him, especially not when he had that stupidly handsome grin on his face.

So you ran without looking back, an emptiness rapidly expanding in your chest. You knew what this was - an addiction, a poison, like any other drug, a bad habit you couldn't quit. You clung to the little joys and pleasures - the names he called you when he was inside of you, the innocent kisses he peppered along your nose and forehead, the demand that you look him in the eye when you took him in your mouth or when he took you in his, the promise, when you came, that you were his. My girl. Mine. You replayed those moments in your head over and over again until they weren't enough, until you needed more again, another dose. And then, like any high, there was always the crash - like right now. Anxiety, sadness, numbness, and the cold. It was always so cold.

When you were in the confines of your car, you sobbed, clutching at your chest, wishing you were anybody but yourself. Maybe if you had just a little more love for yourself, a little more backbone, a little more respect, you wouldn't run. You'd demand affection, you'd demand warmth, and if you didn't receive it, you'd leave and never come back. You'd ask for more blankets instead of shivering violently to the point where you couldn't sleep. Maybe you'd even curl up against him. You'd touch him and let him touch you without it having to be sexual because yes, you were inside me.

I was inside you last night. It was incomplete. Where was the rest of what he wanted to say? I was inside you last night, and now you can hardly look at me? You can't stay longer? You can't even wake me up to tell me goodbye?

It made you cry angry tears now, cycling through the stages of grief all in one morning. How could he expect you not to run? He always noticed how cold you were too late. If only he had pulled you into his embrace instead of turning away, or give you clothing of his to stay warm. If only he had just made it clear that he wanted you to stay, that you weren't a burden or just a body taking up extra space in his bed. You may have been running, but he sure as hell wasn't doing much of anything to chase after you.

You had your own sentence to complete. You were inside me, and now you can't even hold me?! You can't even ask if I'm warm enough?! If I'm okay?!

Alone again, you piled on as many blankets as you wanted. You dried your tears and you caught up on the sleep you missed when you were too afraid of how big your heart was and too afraid that he would hear it beat for him. You ignored the biggest fear of all, that you'd never stop running, that it would always end in this way, with you, alone.

A/N: woke up cold, sore, and not in my own bed this morning + can't stop thinking about Kisuke, and what do ya know, it inspired me to write this !!! i'm a BIG irish exit girly, for better or worse :') (probs worse). i'm also extremely passive and avoidant, all this to say, this is definitely a personal piece. i promise im fine !! im much happier than i used to be, but alas, healing isn't linear and sometimes those bad habits like to creep back in.

to anyone who feels like they're alone, who feels like their heart's too big for this world and their passion too loud, i promise you, you're not alone, and please don't ever stop being the beacon of love and light that you are. take care of yourself. set boundaries. be vulnerable. be LOVE

<333

[minneywoon]

🌿 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗢𝗻𝗲 (𝗜𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗼, 𝗨𝗿𝘆𝘂, 𝗦𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗶, 𝗥𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗶, 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗼, 𝗨𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲)

You sends a video message in the group chat. You're surrounded by massive leaves, wearing a hoodie that’s smudged with dirt, hair a bit frizzy, holding your phone up with innocent, wide eyes as you softly says:

“So um… I followed a bird...fat bird. I’m not sure. Anyway… I’m lost. In a jungle. Please help…?”

All six immediately lose their minds. In different ways.

𝗜𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗼 𝗞𝘂𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗶 -

His jaw drops mid-bite of his lunch

“You're what?! How?! I was literally JUST with you yesterday!”

He’s already running, flash-stepping, tripping over Renji on the way.

“Y/N, BABY—DON’T MOVE. I’m coming. Don’t pet anything that breathes!”

He crashes through bushes calling your name like a man possessed.

“I swear to GOD if a bug bites you I’m setting this whole jungle on fire!!”

𝗨𝗿𝘆𝘂 𝗜𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗮 -

He adjusts his glasses with a visible tic of panic

“I warned you about chasing small animals in unfamiliar terrain. I even printed a map.”

Pulls out tracking equipment from a case labeled “Emergency Y/N Protocol”

“Ichigo, y/n said jungle. That’s a quadrant D situation. Move faster.”

He’s tracking your spiritual signature with high-tech precision, muttering:

“If you so much as gets a scratch, I will obliterate the entire local ecosystem.”

𝗦𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗶 𝗞𝘆ō𝗿𝗮𝗸𝘂 -

Shunsui blinks at the phone screen with a slow exhale

“A jungle, huh…? All because a butterfly had nice wings?”

He sets down his sake and puts on his full captain’s coat.

“Don’t worry, little dove. I’ll be your compass.”

Ten minutes later, he’s in the jungle with a straw hat tilted low, appearing beside you like a dream.

“Well now… this jungle’s lucky to have you in it. But let’s not wander off again, hmm?”

Y/N: grabbing his sleeve “I saw a bunny too…”

Shunsui: “Of course you did.”

𝗥𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗶 𝗔𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗶 -

“MY BABE FOLLOWED A WHAT?!”

He’s already halfway transformed into a frantic tornado of muscle and tattoos.

“Oi, Ichigo, Uryu, MOVE! Y/N could be stuck in quicksand or—eaten by a jungle cat!”

Y/N's voice on the phone: “I was gonna pet it…”

Renji: “YOU WERE GONNA DIE!”

He crashes through vines screaming your name like a war cry.

Y/N: “Renji!”

Renji: “I GOT YOU, BUNNY!”

Y/N: “Oh good. I almost climbed that giant mushroom.”

Renji: “DON’T LICK IT EITHER!”

𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗼 𝗞𝗮𝗻𝗼 -

He perks up from his cave lair deep in Hueco Mundo jungle.

He hears “jungle” and is already packing.

“Finally, something I’m good at.”

He swings from vines Tarzan-style straight to you.

“You called the right guy, love. Welcome to nature.”

Y/N: “It smells like feet and wet leaves.”

Ashido: “That’s called musk. You’ll get used to it.”

He tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of sugar.

Ashido: “Don’t worry. I’ll carry you out. And THEN scold you.”

Y/N: “Rude. I was making friends with a talking squirrel.”

Ashido: “THAT’S NOT A SQUIRREL, BABY.”

𝗝ū𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗿ō 𝗨𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲

He blinks gently at the phone, holding back a nervous smile

“Oh dear. That forest isn’t safe for anyone—let alone someone with your light…”

He summons seagulls. Yes, glowing birds. One lands gently on your shoulder.

Ukitake (through the bird): “Stay still, little moon. I’ll guide you back.”

Y/N: “You’re sending birds?”

Ukitake: “Nature listens to me. Just follow their song.”

She follows glowing birds until she finds Ukitake waiting, arms open.

Ukitake: “From now on, butterflies and bunnies come to you. Not the other way around, alright?”

💬 Group Chat: Renji: “We need to put a bell on her.” Ichigo: “I say leash.” Uryu: “I vote for a spiritual GPS collar.” Ashido: “Let her be free, you cowards!” Shunsui: “I just wanna know what kind of butterfly lured her into this madness.” Ukitake: “...She named it Sparkle.” Y/N: “And Sparkle abandoned me. 😔” Ichigo: “I’m gonna kill Sparkle.” Uryu: “Stand in line.” Ashido: “Not if I kiss her better first.” Everyone: ���ASHIDOOOO!—”

part two with others???

[arabella0001]

today is bleach day part 2

prank gone wrong

⟡ characters: toshiro, renji, ichigo, ishida

scenario: you text them “come fuck me”

part 1: urahara, aizen, grimmjow, byajuya, shunsui

ichigo🎭

toshiro❄️

renji🐍

ishida 🏹

[my-my-my]

Human After All - Chapter 2: Why Won't You Make Up Your Mind?

Chapter 1

Summary: Being asked to tutor one of the star pupil’s of the current crop of Academy students, was not on your bucket list, but a favour was a favour. Aizen Sosuke failed his kido exam, but upon further review, you realize something about the young man. Something that unnerves him and surprises you. A secret that you two share and carry once he graduates and enters the Gotei 13. But what you didn’t expect was the very same student, to be your rival.

CW: age gap (older reader), insecurity, workplace gossip, workplace hostility.

Tag list: @yune1337 @gurehai @villainsrtasty (if you wish to be tagged for future posts, please fill this out)

Word count: 2904

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Has it really been 50 years? 50 years since you saw Aizen Sosuke? You were shocked by how much he grew. He was already taller than you back when he was a student, but now… you shook your head as you tried to focus on what he was saying.

“…it’s nice to see you again.” His voice had gotten deeper as well. The young man you had tutored… well, he definitely was not a student anymore. It startled you.

“Aizen-san! How nice to see you!” You bowed at him. “It’s been so long, how have you been?”

He gave you a polite smile, the same one you remembered when he was younger. “I’ve been well.”

You heard the whisperings of some of your lower-ranking members. “The Ice Queen is talking to Aizen-san? She’s going to be so rude to him.”

You mentally flinched at the nickname they gave you, but it seemed that Aizen didn’t hear them.

“Why don’t we catch up over some tea? Do you like tea?” You asked, pushing him away from your gossiping squad members. You also wanted to know what he was up to since he graduated. He gave a sheepish laugh, an oddly nostalgic sound to you.

It was only one week together, but for some reason, you felt that it was a time neither of you would forget. A small secret the two of you shared, that you thought, was to protect him as he continued with his studies and eventual career in the Gotei 13.

“I like tea, yes.” He nodded his head. “There’s a tea shop I recommend if you’d prefer.”

“By all means, lead the way.” As you ushered him forward, a laugh escaping you, “you caught me at a good time, I was just done my duties for today.”

The tea shop was unassuming and inconspicuous, but the owners recognized Aizen immediately. You were seated quickly as you looked over the tea menu available.

“They have quite the selection here.” You remarked, impressed by what was offered. You had selected a white tea blend, while Aizen ordered himself a black tea.

“They do. I used to come here as a student. They have affordable teas here.” Aizen murmured, sipping his drink. You inspected his face more closely. His glasses were the same – thick black framed ones he had, and he wore his hair the same way. It might have been a tad bit longer than you remembered. He just looked older and a bit more confident.

“How long have you been in the Gotei 13 for?” You asked as you looked over his face again.

Unlike his youth, Aizen wasn’t avoiding your gaze and stared directly back at you. Behind his glasses was a familiar warmth, but you wondered if that would remain if he took his glasses off.

“I’ve been here for the past 4 decades or so.” He nodded, “Once I graduated, I was selected into Squad 8 as an unseated soldier for Captain Kyoraku, but he recommended me for a promotion to the fourth seat of Squad 13 soon after.”

Your eyes widened, in the span of 50 years, he had managed to become a seated member?! You had to work longer and harder for the seventh position of Squad 5 and had only recently accepted the promotion to the fourth seat.

It made you feel small.

“Well I did say you were talented.” You beamed at him, trying to hide your hurt. “I’m glad they’re recognizing your efforts.”

Aizen politely bowed his head, “thank you. I owe that to you.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “please, I really didn’t do anything. I’m glad your kido exam got sorted out and you don’t have to hinder yourself anymore.”

Aizen gave a pensive look. “I suppose,” he murmured, “but how have you been?”

You closed your eyes and took another sip of tea, “I’ve been well. I also accepted a promotion too.” You sighed wistfully, “I’ve been accepted as the fourth seat for Squad 5.”

“That’s wonderful,” he smiled, “and it’s great to see that they’re recognizing your talents as well.”

You looked down at the table as Aizen complimented you. You felt a bit strange – was it jealousy?

“Not for a lack of trying,” you gave another laugh, forcing yourself to smile. “It’s getting harder these days…” you drifted off.

“Harder for what?” Aizen asks, his eyes curious as to what you were going to say.

You shook your head, “ignore me.” But his look went from curiosity to concern.

Sighing, you looked out the window, “sometimes I feel that my age is holding me back. I’m not exactly getting any younger, but new recruits, such as yourself,” as you gestured to him, “… I see it as a double-edge sword.”

Aizen remained silent as you continued to explain yourself, “in a way, it’s motivating – I want to be the best I can be, so it keeps me on my toes.” You continued to drink your tea, “but on the other hand, I’m pushing myself and not seeing the progress I want to happen. It can be disheartening.”

Realization hits you that you shared something private with Aizen. “Please ignore what I said,” you laugh again, trying to dismiss what you just shared. “I get caught up in my own head sometimes.”

Aizen didn’t say anything, and the angle of his face, the lighting of the tearoom, you couldn’t read the expression in his eyes.

“They say comparison is the theft of joy.” He spoke softly, “and while I think it’s a wonderful mindset to see this is a challenge for your own abilities, your progress is uniquely your own.” He gave you warm smile, his eyes filled with tenderness that you couldn’t shake off, “no one can take that away from you.”

Another surprise for you was how mature Aizen seemed. He was cool, calm and collected as he listened to your worries. It was… reassuring.

“Thank you, Aizen-san.” You mumbled. A wave of conflicting emotions ran through you from the words he gave you. You tried to ignore your insecure thoughts and focus on the fact that it was your hard work that got you this promotion, it was through hard work that led you to many opportunities during your time in the Gotei 13. Aizen was right, no one could take that away from you. “Let me pay for our teas. I owe you that much.”

As soon as you paid, the two of you walked back to Seireitei. The conversation was light and easy-going, as if Aizen was trying to soothe you.

“I was thinking though,” Aizen said, as the two of you neared the Squad 13 barracks, “why don’t we run some kido training sessions together? I know your Squad is in disarray with your captain and lieutenant retiring. It might boost morale.” He gave you that kind smile once again.

“That’s not a bad idea,” you replied, thinking more about it. This might help me with my Lieutenancy application too… “if you’re my co-instructor, we can whip these soldiers into shape in no time!” You beamed.

Aizen nodded his head as the two of you reached the Squad 13 entrance. “Well this is where I take my leave.” He bowed his head, “thank you for meeting with me. I’ll arrange a time where we can plan this further.” And with a polite wave, Aizen left you.

You heard someone repeatedly shout your name, and in the distance, you saw bright, long blonde hair.

“Shinji! How nice to see you.”

“Likewise, it’s nice to see yer pretty face here.” You couldn’t help but blush from Shinji’s compliment. “What are ya doin’ here?”

“Oh I was talking with Aizen-san,” you said, noticing the frown Shinji made. “Why the long face?”

“Ah, it’s nothin’ – don’t worry your pretty head over it. So you know Sosuke?”

You were taken aback at the use of his first name, but you suppose they were close, seeing as how Shinji was the Lieutenant of Squad 13, with Shiba Kaien as the 3rd seat, followed by Aizen in fourth.

“Oh yes, I met him in his final year at the Academy. I tutored him briefly.” You politely explained.

“You tutored him? That’s surprisin’.” Shinji scoffed, “why don’t I escort you back to Squad 5?”

You laughed, “ever the gentleman, how can I say no?”

But not far from the two of you, stood Aizen, watching the two of you interact. He narrowed his eyes at how friendly Shinji was to you but walked away. The sound of your laughter ringing in his ears.

Both you and Shinji were catching up over what was happening between your two squads and the duties that annoyed both of you. As of late, Shinji had been busy, but “I wanted to tell ya somethin’,” Shinji whispered quietly as you saw the Squad 5 barracks overhead.

“Sure, what’s up?”

He took a deep breath, stopping in his tracks, “I’m being recommended for the Squad 5 captain position.” He drawled.

“That’s amazing Shinji!! Congratulations and good luck!” You grinned, leaping into his arms. Shinji was taken aback but gave you a firm squeeze.

“Thank ya, but it’s not set in stone yet. I have the captain’s examination soon.”

“You’ll pass with flying colours.” You gave him a soft look, “our Squad will be so lucky to have you.”

Shinji grinned, “and maybe you’ll help me around?” He asked. “Maybe as my lieutenant?”

You tried to calm yourself down, but your mind was racing. This was your chance, and you didn’t want to waste it, “that’d be such an honor. I won’t let you down.”

“You’ve never let me down, doll.” He smiled, patting your head. Your cheeks heated up as you noticed how close you two were.

“I’ll keep ya posted on what happens, so keep yer fingers crossed for me.” He teased. “But this is where we’ll have to part ways.”

As Shinji walked back to Squad 13, he mulled over seeing you and Aizen together. He didn’t get it. He could already hear Sakanade cackling over this – he didn’t trust Aizen, and he didn’t trust Aizen around you, no matter what kind of history the two of you shared. He walked by the offices shared by seated members and nodded his head to them all, including Aizen. He was reading something, but acknowledged Shinji as well, giving him a polite wave.

It unsettled Shinji and he didn’t want you near that.

Aizen and you had spent time together forming the kido essentials workshop for squad members in both Squad 5 and 13 who needed to brush up on their skills.

The sessions were… interesting to say the least. You tried not to pay mind to some of the passing comments of some of the students, “she can be so patronizing.”

“She’s only a fourth seat too, at her age. Shouldn’t she be retiring soon?”

The worst were the rumours. Why would someone like Aizen, an apparently popular, well-liked, handsome Shinigami, want to teach kido alongside some “bitch” of a woman.

You tried your best to ignore the comments, rumours and whisperings. But you often found yourself scolding people for not paying attention – they were too focused on Aizen or were trying hard to impress him.

But you couldn’t deny the effect Aizen had on people. He had a way with words, the way he looked at people, it was understandable that they wanted his attention. His mastery over kido was impressive too. You couldn’t believe how he could weave such intricate spells with precision and power. With more years of experience, you could see him as a Lieutenant or even a Captain.

But you couldn’t help but resent him for that. You felt left behind. Yet even still, he remained kind to you in these sessions. It made you feel guilty for harboring negative feelings for him.

Today was an especially hard session. The group of shinigami you were trying to train were dismissive of you and whined about wanting Aizen instead. You had to be stern with them, which they didn’t appreciate, but you managed to get them to improve their kido weaving capabilities somewhat.

But it left you exhausted and sensitive.

You mulled over everyone’s comments, complaints and criticisms, trying hard to remember praises and compliments.

“You had a hard group today, but you taught them well.” Aizen’s calm voice pulling you back into reality.

“Thank you.” You murmured, trying hard not to think about it anymore. “They were one of the more challenging groups I had to teach. But it probably would’ve been easy for you, Aizen-san.”

Aizen shook his head in disagreement. “I don’t think so. They wouldn’t listen to my instructions. I’ve met my fair share of people like that, they fawn too much.”

“… must be nice… not everyone can be talented, smart and handsome” you said dryly, putting away mannequins.

Aizen couldn’t help but smirk, “I was wondering when I would get to meet her.”

You gave him a confused look, “meet who?”

“The Haughty Queen of Squad 5.”

You couldn’t help but flinch at the nickname. You hated it, but Aizen continued on.

“I always wondered about it.” He remarked. His gaze felt as if he was inspecting you. “The rumours say that you’re quite unforgiving and cold.”

You sighed, it was… somewhat true, “there’s a bit of truth to that” you mumbled, embarrassed at what you were sharing, “It’s not that I’m unforgiving, but people have a certain… expectation of how I should act when they make a mistake.”

Aizen listened as you continued on.

“Sometimes they want me to comfort them, like a mother would a child. It’s uncomfortable. Other times they think, because of my age and the fact I’m not the captain or lieutenant, they don’t have to listen to me. Then something will happen and they would get angry at me for not preparing them, even if that’s what I was doing before.”

You let out another sigh, “it’s really exhausting. People have strange expectations of me.”

“I see.” Aizen said softly. You didn’t notice how close he was to you until he placed his hand on your shoulder, startling you from your thoughts and feelings. “If it’s any consolation,” he spoke gently, “it’s an unfair expectation for a woman of many talents such as yourself. You’re not obligated to teach them if you don’t want to.”

That’s true, you thought. I really don’t have to do this anymore… but if I want to be a lieutenant, I must be better.

“You’re right, but…” you looked up at him, seeing the concern evident across his face, “if I want to be a Lieutenant, I need to be able to handle people and my emotions better. This will give me the opportunity.”

“Lieutenant? Are you applying to the Fifth Division one?” Aizen asked.

You nodded your head, “it’s still undecided, but I heard Lieutenant Hirako of your division is likely to be the captain.”

“I see…” Aizen’s expression was unreadable. “If you want, I can help you with your application.”

 “You’re truly kind, Aizen-san.” You responded, giving him a tender look, “I really appreciate you listening to me and humouring me on my ideas. I can’t ask more from you.”

“I don’t think I’ll be of much help,” he said, with a sheepish smile, “I think your application will be nearly perfect, but if there’s anything I can do, I will.”

You bit your lip, thinking about it – it certainly wouldn’t hurt? “Ok, I’ll take you up on your offer.”

After training tirelessly with Aizen-san for the past few weeks, you felt confident, yet nervous, for the announcement of the new Captain and Lieutenant for the Fifth Division. You were informed that candidates would be told beforehand if they were selected or not, ahead of the squad themselves, and candidates had a grace period of two weeks to accept or decline the position.

You never mentioned it to Aizen, what Shinji had told you months ago about wanting you to be his Lieutenant. You felt like it would almost jinx it for you, so you kept that small hope to yourself. Your body was tired, you had cut back on your sleep as you trained endlessly to improve your swordsmanship and kido skills. You were proud of yourself for even performing higher level healing spells usually reserved for the fourth division.

And today was the day… you didn’t tell anyone else that you had applied. You received a letter and had it waiting for you in your private quarters. After the long day of tasks and training, you rushed to your room. You held your breath in as you picked it up. You tore it carefully, slipping the piece of paper out of the envelope. Unravelling it, you quickly began to read it:

“Thank you for your interest in the Lieutenant position. Under careful review of all applicants, Captain Hirako Shinji has selected Aizen Sosuke as the Lieutenant for the Fifth Division.”

Your heart felt as if it were being crushed. You read over the letter again. Is this… a prank? A joke?

No, the official insignia of the Fifth Division was evident. You knew exactly what letterhead was being used. This was a clear signature and stamp of Head Captain Yamamoto. This was real.

In the small confines of your room, you cried.

Thanks for reading!!

[hy0rii]

WHY ARE THERE BARELY ANY BLEACH SMUT FICS??? what if i want to goon on tumblr instead of ao3?😔😔 i don’t want smut fics with ichigo either. where’s kenpachi?? urahara?? shunsui??? YHWACH???😔😔😔a women just wants to goon sometime…

[shujichii]

your husband had a very convenient advantage over you.

and that would be picking you up— whenever and wherever.

falling asleep anywhere other than your bed was never an issue, not with him around. because rest assured— your very strong, very responsible and very devoted husband, has made it his mission to pick up his beloved wife and deliver her to safety and comfort.

you fell asleep on the couch while reading a book or watching a movie? no problem, he had already anticipated it. cue him carefully picking you up bridal style, grip firm but gentle, your head comfortably cradled against his chest. then, he'd start walking to your shared bedroom with slow steps— but not before staring at your sleeping face for a moment with a painfully tender gaze and pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple. everytime you woke up, you would find yourself neatly tucked in bed with him holding you close to him or simply gazing at you in quiet awe, like you were the very embodiment of beauty itself. (to him, you were, even if you disagreed.)

now, that's not the only place where his strength came to use. whenever you decide to act stubborn and bratty, you'd best be prepared for a pair of large, steady and warm hands to suddenly settle themselves on your waist, hoisting you up over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. he'd go on about his day just like that as if he didn't have a living, breathing, adult-sized human creating a fuss over his shoulder. he'll only put you down when he feels like it. or maybe if you manage to bribe him with some affection… (spoiler; it always works.)

another time would be when you're feeling particularly lazy to get up from bed in the morning. you don't want to get up? that's fine too, he'll let you latch onto him like a koala— your arms lazily looped around his neck, legs around his waist, and his hand keeping you steady while he casually takes a sip of his coffee with the other. that's his life now. happy wife, happy life.

however, there was also a time when he had you questioning your entire existence. you were standing in front of a drawer, very much distracted by an item in your hands. it just so happened that your husband needed to get something from the said drawer. his solution? extraordinary. lift you off the ground by your waist, relocate you to the side, get his drawer business done and casually go on and about with his day. you only processed this a minute later and he had no idea why you kept on staring at him like he had personally rewritten the laws of the universe itself.

long story short, he loved picking you up— even during times when it was unnecessary. why? because he simply could. and also because it was the perfect excuse to have you in his arms yet again.

♡ nanami kento, kamo choso, ryomen sukuna, gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji (jjk), sylus, zayne, xavier, caleb (lads), wriothesley, alhaitham, neuvillette, diluc, itto, kaeya, childe, zhongli (genshin), rengoku kyojuro, uzui tengen, tomioka giyuu, himejima gyomei (kny), ukitake jushiro, kuchiki byakuya, kyoraku shunsui, kurosaki ichigo, ishida uryuu, abarai renji, hitsugaya toshiro, jugram haschwalth (bleach), your favorite.

[kenpachissluut]

mean older men who pounds into your wet sore pussy from behind while they hold you firmly against their rough, calloused chest by the throat. whispering dirty nothings into your ear and humiliating you, while they increase their pace, making you almost pass out in their arms. of course their big, veiny hand travels down to your sore clit abusing it even more while they thrust deeper and rougher.

,,Gonna fill you up my lil cumslut until you dripping and leaking everywhere.‘‘

❦ Kenpachi Zaraki, Shunsui Kyoraku, Aizen Sosuke, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong, Kusakabe Atsuya, Geto Suguru, Sukuna Ryomen, Uvogin hxh ❦

⋆˚ lunaeanima 𝜗𝜚˚⋆🩶

[imauthicktic]

I’m in the works of stuff but need motivation 🤪 might post some of my incorrect quotes too

[sluttsumu]

☆ — breeding you

“ohmyfuckingod” you whine.

it’s been hours of him relentlessly pounding you, flipping you from position to position. but you love it, and he does too. watching you love drunk on his cock with hearts in your pupils, it’s adorable.

it’s a cute sight really, your ankles next to his ears while your knees hover over the sheets.

“gonna fill you up,” thrust. “wanna be a mommy?” thrust. “have my babies?” thrust. it was painfully delicious, the way he kissed your cervix so desperate to come inside of you, listening to the way you chant his name over and over.

“want it—! please.” he loves to hear you beg for it, seeing your eyes fixated on his length pumping in and out of you. it’s not long before his moans stutter and thrusts dwindle and he’s spilling a thick load into your pretty pussy, breeding you to your fullest.

“always such a good girl for me.”

☆ — atsumu, bokuto, ichigo, renji, shidou, nagi, geto, choso

sluttsumu 2023

[crabtrap19]

LADIES HELP A SISTER IN NEED🙏🙏

any good recommendations?

[deathc-re]

your bf who can't control his boner while he watches you work out at the gym. he sees your ponytail swinging on the treadmill and remembers how he was pulling on it just before y'all left.

he sees how your ass clenches while you do your squats and remembers how he loves to grip that flesh, to slap it.

he sees you sitting on a bench, catching your breath, chest heaving and sweat dripping from your forehead. and he remembers that your chest heaves the same way and you sweat the same way after y'all have been going at it for hours but can't seem to get enough of each other.

he fucked you as soon you guys got home after that. after gym musk be damned. all he wanted as to feel you. (yall agreed to go to the gym at separate times after this incident)

yuuji, gojo, bakugo, denki, ichigo, kenpachi, renji, zoro, sanji, kidd, bokuto, daichi + whoever else you'd like

[satsugacafe]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐎𝐧

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Shunsui, Jushiro, Ichigo, Byakuya, Renji, Hisagi, Gin, Kira, Aizen, Toshiro, Kisuke, Shinji, Zaraki, Unohana, Yhwach, Jugram, Askin, Bazz-B, Ryuken, Uryu, Grimmjow, Starrk, Ulquiorra

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I wasn’t expecting to write to write for everyone, but I also didn’t want to do this in parts. So everyone’s here in one post :)

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content, fem!reader in the smut part, asphyxiation, blood and knife play, manhandling, cunnilingus, blowjobs, fingering, lingerie, rough play, power play, cockwarming, thigh-riding, marking, light bondage, dirty talking, sleepy sex

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Non-sexual and sexual things you do that turns them on.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Kyoraku Shunsui

Non-sexual turn-ons:

A playful sense of humour and teasing wit.

Wearing his haori or hat just to mess with him.

Intelligence that reveals itself subtly.

Being affectionate and touchy without needing a reason.

Showing empathy and gentleness, especially with others.

Drinking tolerance can match or outdo his

Sexual turn-ons:

Whispering into his ear while seated on his lap

Flashing glimpses of cleavage, thighs, or the curve of your hip when you pretend not to notice

Lazy, sensual makeout sessions while straddling him on the porch

Being the one to initiate things slowly, then letting him take over

The sight of you stroking the base of his cock while still dressed in one of his robes

Ukitake Jushiro

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Soft spoken encouragements and genuine smiles

Gentle physical affection—stroking his hair, massaging his back

Bringing him food or medicine without being asked

Listening to him talk about history or poetry with interest

Seeing you play with children or his younger siblings

Sexual turn-ons:

Tender, unhurried touches—especially trailing fingers down his chest

Sucking lightly on his tongue when you kiss

Gently guiding his hand under your robes while making eye contact

Being vocal, breathy, but sweet—he melts hearing your moans

Giving him slow, teasing head with your hands stroking his thighs

Kurosaki Ichigo

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Standing up for yourself or others unapologetically

Sparring with him and actually managing to knock him down

Wearing his clothes and acting like it’s no big deal

Brushing your fingers through his hair after he’s bathed

Letting him protect you but also fighting at his side

Sexual turn-ons:

Grinding against him while you’re both fully clothed

Tugging on his hair when you kiss roughly

The look in your eyes when you drop to your knees for him

Telling him how big and hard he feels in your mouth

Riding him while biting your lip and watching his reactions

Kuchiki Byakuya

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Elegance, poise, and self-discipline

The graceful way you move—particularly in formal attire

Quiet loyalty that never needs announcing

Speaking refined, poetic compliments that catch him off guard

Playing a traditional instrument or painting in silence near him

Sexual turn-ons:

Undressing slowly and deliberately in front of him

Moaning softly into his ear as you ride him in his private quarters

Holding eye contact as you suck him off—subtly defiant

Leaving lipstick marks on his collarbone

Whispering your filthy thoughts in a voice soft as silk

Abarai Renji

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Boldness and unfiltered honesty

Sparring or working out together, especially if you show him up

Wearing something tight or revealing without even trying

Cheering him on at his matches or missions

Talking dirty in casual conversation just to mess with him

Sexual turn-ons:

Biting his neck and shoulders while he's deep inside you

Taking control—pushing him back, pinning his wrists

Moaning his name when he hits just the right angle

Tugging on his hair and smirking while you’re on top

The sight of you bent over, looking back at him with a dare in your eyes

Ichimaru Gin

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Playing his game of sly remarks and never flinching

Giving him a mysterious smile of your own

Feeding him something sweet with your fingers

Staring him down until he laughs genuinely

Reading or observing him silently like he’s a puzzle

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting him tie your wrists and whisper what he’ll do to you

Moaning his name when he ghosts his tongue over your sskn

Clenching around his cock while grinning up at him

Giving him a look that says you want him to ruin you

Being playful, coy, and just a little bratty—he loves the chase

Izuru Kira

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet empathy and gentle support

Touching his hair or face with loving patience

Listening to him without judgement

Writing him notes or letters instead of saying things aloud

Seeing you defend him when he doubts himself

Sexual turn-ons:

Stroking his cock softly while looking up at him with flushed cheeks

Running your hands across his chest while kissing his neck

Light bondage or being guided firmly—he secretly likes being told what to do

Soft sighs and moans that escape you as you ride him slow and deep

Letting him worship your body like you’re sacred

Shuhei Hisagi

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Confidence that doesn’t cross into arrogance

Tracing his tattoos with curious fingers

Wearing his sleeveless uniform and mimicking him with a grin

Helping him relax when he's stressed—running your hands through his hair

Admiring his scars or voice work sincerely

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching your nails down his back while he’s fucking you rough

Letting him pin your arms above your head with just one hand

Moaning shamelessly when he squeezes your throat lightly with his fingers

Riding his thigh until you’re dripping for him

Sucking on his fingers while you grind into his lap

Hitsugaya Toshiro

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Intelligence, especially when it challenges him

Cold weather snuggles—wrapping yourself around him

Running your hands along his chest or collar absentmindedly

Letting him take care of you when you're injured

Playing an instrument or humming to yourself while working

Sexual turn-ons:

Warming his cock between your thighs before sliding him in

Leaving frostbitten kisses on his chest and neck

Gasping when he pushes your legs apart with firm hands

Riding him hard enough to melt the ice under you both

Letting him lose control—he rarely does, but when he does…

Zaraki Kenpachi

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Anyone who can take a hit and laugh

Bloodied lips and challenging stares

Wearing nothing but a haori or his eyepatch

Joking about fucking in the middle of a battlefield

Fighting him and moaning when he slams you to the ground

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching down his chest while he fucks you brutally

Screaming for more while you ride his cock until your thighs give out

Biting his lip until he bleeds and shoving him back for round two

Taking him raw and wild, begging for him to fill your pussy

Letting him fuck you against a wall with one hand on your throat

Hirako Shinji

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quirky humour and refusing to take things seriously

Playing with his hair or trying on his hats

Teasing him with clever innuendos

Letting him cook for you and pretending it’s better than it is

Kissing him upside-down just to throw him off

Sexual turn-ons:

Riding his face with slow, shivering control

Moaning his name sweetly when he stretches you open

Light biting and tongue-play—especially on his ears. And his tongue piercing—tell him you like it when you use it on you

Getting on all fours and arching your back for him

Pinning him down and whispering what you want him to do

Aizen Sosuke

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Polished confidence, intellectual curiosity

Subtly challenging his authority with charm

Wearing glasses or reading books on complex topics

Obeying him flawlessly and then seducing him with a glance

Letting him teach you something, and acting too impressed

Sexual turn-ons:

Licking his cock while you whisper how powerful he feels

Spreading yourself open and begging him to “study” you

Moaning his name as you ride him slow, cunt squeezing him rhythmically

Telling him how you want to be rearranged by his cock

Letting him fuck your mouth until your eyes water and you thank him

Urahara Kisuke

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Brainy curiosity and scientific banter

Wearing his hat or clogs and acting like the boss

Fixing his tech for him with a wink

Subtle acts of devotion: tea when he’s exhausted, bandages on his hands

Purring innuendo in his ear while he’s trying to focus

Sexual turn-ons:

Straddling him and slowly sinking onto his cock while teasing his brain

Moaning nonsense while he fingerfucks you with wild precision

Sitting on his face and grinding until you’re sobbing his name

Letting him record your moans while he fucks you from behind. Also letting his try his new gadgets on you

Making him beg for release while you edge him for hours

Unohana Retsu

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Calm confidence, quiet control in a crisis

Precision in combat or healing—grace over brute strength

Obedience without submission; challenge without disrespect

Running your fingers through her hair or over her blade

Speaking softly but firmly, holding her gaze without flinching

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting her take full control—bound, blindfolded, at her mercy

Bleeding lightly beneath her nails as she rides you slow and deep

Moaning her full name while she traces your throat with her blade

Taking her strapon in full, whimpering, and asking for more or when she grinds her pussy on you

Eyes rolling back when she fucks you until you cry her name like a prayer

Yhwach

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Absolute devotion and confidence in your own strength

Kneeling before him without being told, eyes proud and unwavering

Speaking to him without fear, and daring to offer advice

Soft dominance—stroking his hair while he rests against you

Wearing his insignia or colours like a second skin

Sexual turn-ons:

Spreading your legs for him without a word

Taking every inch of his cock while moaning his name

Holding eye contact while he fucks you on his throne

Licking your lips after he cums on your face

Letting him use your body as his reward after war

Jugram Haschwalth

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet authority and strong posture

Wearing long, elegant clothes that match his aesthetic

Obeying his commands with subtle grace and precision

Showing tactical intelligence in a high-pressure situation

Reading or writing near him by candlelight

Sexual turn-ons:

Kneeling between his legs, eyes wide, waiting for his permission

The sound of your moans as he fucks you slow and deep

Cupping his balls while taking his full length into your throat

Letting him bind you to his desk and stroke you with precision

The flushed, ruined look on your face after he’s spent himself inside you

Askin Nakk Le Vaar

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Sarcasm and biting wit delivered with a pretty smile

Watching you experiment with food, drinks, or poisons

Wearing silky clothes that brush against his fingers when you pass

Subtle manipulation that surprises even him

Laughing at his morbid jokes and then one-upping them

Sexual turn-ons:

Sucking on his fingers while looking into his eyes

Licking his cock from base to tip with slow, deliberate flicks

Riding him in lace lingerie while playing with your own nipples

Letting him drip things on your body and lick them off

Playfully threatening to overstimulate him—he’ll beg beautifully

Bazz-B

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Boldness, fire, and being louder than him when you argue

Revealing outfits, crop tops, battle armour that shows skin

Throwing playful punches and getting pinned for it

Cheering him on when he’s being dramatic

Letting him brag and then putting him in his place

Sexual turn-ons:

Groping his cock through his trousers and laughing at his growl

Taking charge and riding him wild until he taps out

Clawing his back while he fucks you against a wall

Sucking on his balls while he tugs your hair

Calling him “hot stuff” while your cunt clenches around him

Ishida Ryuken

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Intelligence matched with calm maturity

Wearing lingerie under a lab coat

Pouring his coffee without asking, quiet domestic gestures

Knowing when to shut out the world and let him have silence

Precision, elegance, and reading medical journals in bed

Sexual turn-ons:

Sucking his cock under his desk while he pretends to work

Letting him finger you with his gloves still on

Whispering dirty praise into his ear with clinical detail

Riding him slow, grinding until he swears under his breath

Guiding his hand over your clit and telling him what you need

Ishida Uryu

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Graceful intellect and sharp wit

Wearing his scarf or coat and fixing your glasses teasingly

Being meticulous in your crafts or hobbies

Challenging his logic just to watch him ramble

Quiet, firm affection—holding his hand while working

Sexual turn-ons:

Licking the seam of his lips before kissing him

Stroking his cock while whispering how proud you are of him

Gasping softly when he kisses your inner thighs

Letting him tie your ankles with his Quincy threads

Telling him he’s perfect while you cum around his cock

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Arrogant smirks, spitfire sass, and biting back

Showing your battle scars like they’re trophies

Tearing your clothes mid-fight and laughing about it

Challenging him with no fear in your eyes

Wearing nothing but a grin and calling him a pussycat

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching his scalp while he eats you out with zero mercy

Choking on his cock and crying from the stretch

Letting him fuck you over any surface, raw and rabid

Cumming from just how rough he bites your nipples

Riding him while yelling how good he feels—and slapping his chest

Coyote Starrk

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet companionship and non-verbal affection

Dozing on his chest without saying a word

Wearing his clothes and letting him see your cleavage

Soft eyes and lazy mornings in bed

Listening to his silences and responding in kind

Sexual turn-ons:

Slow, sleepy sex where you grind against his cock until he wakes fully

Letting him suck your tits while you ride him

Whispering “please” while you ride him under the covers

Letting him watch you touch yourself while you straddle his lap

Taking him so slowly he shivers—he never shivers

Ulquiorra Cifer

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Existential curiosity and thought-provoking questions

Crying in front of him without shame—he notices

Gently touching his face without asking

Wearing white, black, or green in contrast to his own shades

Showing emotion just for him—never for others

Sexual turn-ons:

Soft moans while you take his cock inch by inch, eyes fluttering shut

Letting him explore your cunt like it’s a mystery

Kissing him without permission and whispering “mine”

Wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in deeper

Crying out his name as you cum—he won’t say it, but he lives for it

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[shujichii]

your husband who loved calling you his wife— even outside of moments of necessity.

and the most fascinating part? he wasn't even aware of the fact how often he did it. he knew he did say it, but he wasn't aware of the fact how often he did. those two words, simple yet undeniably laced together with love and reverence, often tumbled out of his mouth before his brain could catch up.

"my wife would like these flowers," he had said to the wholesome elderly florist when he was about to buy a bouquet of your favorite flowers before returning home to you, his wallet— which had a small polaroid of you in it, by the way— already in hand.

"my wife did mention this the other day, now that i think about it." he had said to his friend who was rambling about the latest trending internet gossip.

"for my wife. i trust there isn't an issue?" he had simply said to the cashier upon noticing the way they lifted an eyebrow at the grocery basket filled to the brim with your favorite snacks, to which they gave a solemn, approving nod at his answer. good husband.

"my wife went out to run an errand, but she'll be back soon." he had even said to your best friend when they came to visit you, to which they replied with a very teasing smirk; "you could just say her name, y'know."

"my wife shouldn't pay when I'm around," he had said when you were about to pay for something, holding out his card before you could pull out yours.

"a reservation for my wife and i, please."

"sorry, my wife is waiting for me. i must take my leave now."

"yes, that's my wife— i'm quite proud of her."

"I can take it from here, sweetheart. can't have my beautiful wife overworking herself now, can i?"

and the list went on.

and yet, you didn't mind it. not at all— you had no reason to. your heart always did that funny little flip whenever he'd call you his wife the way he did, the corner of your lips never failing to curl into a smile. he would always say it so naturally— so genuinely, like those words were etched onto his soul for your very existence alone. and you certainly didn't miss the way his tone would sound a touch softer everytime he referred to you, like you needed to be spoken of with the utmost care and gentleness.

so, one day, you decided it was about time you struck.

"you call me that a lot."

his hands— which were reaching for the kitchen towel to dry his hands with after washing the dishes, yes, the dishes because chores are shared in this household— paused midway. he turned his head to look at you, where you had been perched on the counter, your legs swaying ever so slightly.

"call you what?" he inquired with a small tilt of his head, reaching for the towel at last and patting his hands dry.

"you know, your wife."

he immediately caught onto the teasing glint in your eyes, yet; it was unmistakably edged with a hint of affection.

for a moment, he just stood there wordlessly, blinking once, then twice, his brain taking its sweet, sweet time to allow your words to sink in. you, on the other hand, were practically straining your eyes to catch on any shifts in his expression or posture.

and then, you caught it; the faint reddening of the tips of his ears. he subtly cleared his throat, and your smile stretched into a grin.

alas, that dazzling curve of your lips disappeared as soon as it appeared when the man suddenly approached you in a swift few strides, standing between your legs and pressing his palms on either side of the counter which you sat on to cage you in.

you blinked.

"i do, yes."

he didn't even try to deny it. well, he didn't have a reason to. you were his wife, after all. where was the lie in that? and of course, he was absolutely proud of it.

then, he leaned in slightly, his tone lowering. "unless you prefer i stop calling you that?"

oh, now he was the one with that mischievous little twinkle in his eyes. inwardly, you faltered at the sudden boldness of his actions, your fingertips twitching against the surface of the counter. but outwardly? two can play the game.

then, with a deceptively sweet smile, you tilted your head, shot your hand forward and yanked on the collar of his shirt with force— his body jerking towards you.

"not at all," you smirked, inching closer. "i can't say i mind when my sweet husband calls me that."

his confidence faltered for a moment. you were about to internally celebrate your small victory until one of his hands slid up from the counter, now resting on your hips, his fingertips lightly pressing into your skin.

".. let's hear that again."

let's just say, ever since that faithful encounter, "my husband" had also started slipping out.

and every time? it got to him. oh, it definitely did.

(not my second fluff also taking place in the kitchen lol. i promise it's gonna be different next time.)

♡ nanami kento, geto suguru, fushiguro megumi (jjk), zayne, sylus (lads), wriothesley, neuvillette, alhaitham, diluc, ayato (genshin), jiyan, xiangli yao (wuwa), jugram haschwalth (self indulgence because i love him.), kuchiki byakuya, ishida uryuu, ishida ryuken (bleach), anyone else you'd like.

[muzansfangs]

i’m such a slut for ukitake and age gaps 😩

imagine him lusting after the reader, who is centuries younger than him. he’s technically old enough to be her father. he shouldn’t be feeling this way about her but he simply can’t help it. especially not after finding out she secretly has a thing for older men 😏😏

(bonus points if reader is his vice captain)

The Captain’s guilt.

Starring: Jushiro Ukitake x f!reader; mention to Isane, Rangiku, Shunsui and Yamamoto;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, language, masturbation, self-deprecating, dirty fantasy, age gaps but the reader is 21+, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, creampie, shy!jushiro, struggling with feelings, unprotected sex, pussy drunk Jushiro, praise kink, dom!jushiro, sub!reader, use of alcohol, nipple play;

Plot: Your Captain is falling for you. Jushiro Ukitake, a noble shinigami, finds himself lusting after his young Lieutenant. Hiding his feelings and the effect you have on him is getting harder day by day. Your presence is intoxicating, but he tries his best not to ruin your relationship. When you end up confessing not only you are into older men, but you also have a crush on him, things take a turn. Nor you, neither him are surprised you ended up screaming his name in the middle of the night, after you offered to help him with work.

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“Good morning, Captain”.

Another day, another smile of yours, another boner he had to camouflage in his baggy robes, as you cluelessly waltzed into his bedroom with a silver tray in your hands to serve him breakfast. Stunning and loving, his Lieutenant, his downfall from the moral principles he had always slavishly followed. He could not control himself around you.

Whilst you knelt next to his futon, you poured some tea in a cup and blew on it to cool it down. When your eyes fluttered closed, Jushiro clenched the sheets in his hands, knuckles whitening for the firm grip as he cursed himself for wanting you. You looked like an angel, taking care of him motherly, as if you genuinely cared for him. Actually, you did, and he was aware of that. He could see it in the way you risked your life on the battlefield to watch his back, when he needed some time to rest, or in the way you looked for the best doctors in the Seireitei to get some medications for him.

If only you were older, or he was a tad younger. Souls aged slowly and, even though you were four hundred-years-old, you still looked like a young woman in her early twenties. He was much older than you. Jushiro was around, when Captain Yamamoto was a black-haired man who had recently fought back the Quincy King. He was still a kid, back then, but he was there.

He could be your father, but the flesh is weak. Or this is what Shunsui had always told him.

He was not the type to hook-up with women periodically like his best friend did. Right now, however, he really wished he had half of the guts and self-confidence the Captain of the Eighth Division had. Why? Just to have you in his arms, even briefly, a fleeting moment of bliss to let you know how ardently he desired you. Jushiro wondered if you knew he cared for you more than a Captain is supposed to for his underlings. What if you knew? What if your heart throbbed in your chest upon seeing him just like his did, when you entered his quarters?

Illusions. He was so delusional. You drove him insane. A medicine to cure his sickness, but a deadly poison to his heart. Life was not treating him kind.

“Captain?” you hesitantly said then, head tilted to the side, a knot forming between your eyebrows.

He had zoned out once again, apparently. Awesome, making a fool of himself in front of you had become his speciality. Jushiro cleared his throat, cheeks flushing as he realized you were holding the cup of tea out for him to grasp. His fingers brushed against yours, a nervous smile curving his lips upwards.

“Oh, thank you! — the white-haired man blurted out, hands wrapping around the warm cup as he shot you a grateful glance — It looks like I’m getting deaf too. It must he a pain dealing with this old man” he jested, bringing the cup to his lips and taking a small sip of it.

You chuckled, shifting onto your seat to push the tray aside “Old man? I’m sorry to contradict you, Captain, but you’re not old at all. Or, at least, you don’t look old” you said casually, watching the way the rational and placid man at your left lowered his cup from his mouth slowly, interested in your observation.

“Care to elaborate?” he asked you softly, admiring the way some rays of the sun set off the color of your hair, the features of your face, causing a warm feeling to engulf his lower abdomen. This was not good. You were there, merely complimenting him, reassuring him, and he was thinking about folding you in half underneath him like some damn Neanderthal.

A grin spread on your face, eyes straying away from his “Well, you might be older than most of the Captains and Lieutenants around, but you are a fairly handsome man. — you said, cheeks warming up as you tried to be discreet about the topic — I heard a lot of women praising your appearence, not just your charisma”.

The world seemed to stop revolving for a few seconds, but when you decided to add some other words to your already fluttering note, Jushiro wished the blanket was tick enough to conceal his pulsing cock from your attentive gaze.

“And I agree with them”.

You agreed. You thought he was handsome! You, the pretty girl he loved, the girl who was making him question his morals, the sweet girl he wanted to spend every night with really thought he was handsome. He felt lucky. His pale complexion left space to pinkish hues on his cheeks, his hand trembling as he settled his cup down not to spill the tea on the bed.

Jushiro leaned slightly forward, hands clumsily covering the small tent visible through the layers “R-Really? I don’t know what to say, but … Thanks, I guess. A boost of confidence every now and then is greatly appreciated” he stammered, but your eyes had been faster than his hands, your lips parting as you watched your Captain attempting to hide away his need from you.

How sweet of him. Ukitake Jushiro, your Captain, a man you admired, who had kind of watched you grow and who had trained you for years, was currently hot and bothered because of a couple of compliments. Your heart melted, a soft smile on your lips as you decided to leave some privacy to him. After all, he still had to finish his breakfast and the poor man was surely dealing with a rather uncomfortable problem right now.

You stood up, bowing your head reverentially “I have to attend the weekly Lieutenants meeting, Captain. See you later” you said, sparing him a last glance before leaving his room as normally as you possibly could.

If only you knew how reddish the tip of your Captain’s cock was, how terribly sorry he felt for feeling that way about you, how much he wished the thick white ropes of cum erupting from his member, as he jerked off were painting your tongue, instead of a tissue. He was obviously not better than Kyoraku and he was terrified at the mere thought of his cheeky friend realizing he was practically dying to be squashed by your thighs.

Spring days in the Seireitei meant peaceful nightly strolls for your Captain, but also a chance for you to catch up with your friends during your days off. What a coincidence you were sharing a few drinks with Rangiku and Isane in a pub not too distant from the park your Captain chose to spend his free time at. When Jushiro caught a glimpse of you, chattering with your fellow Lieutenants, drink in hand and exceptionally beautiful, he froze solid and decided it was better to change his path suppress his reiatsu not to draw your attention.

Two weeks had passed since the breakfast incident and he had tried his best not to create embarrassing situations in which you had to be stuck in a room with him alone. You had noticed he had been acting strangely, as of late, but confronting him about it was not a wise move. Who were you to make your Captain, a man you were devoted to, a man who carried himself with dignity, uncomfortable? Time would have fixed the situation, or you were confident things would have worked out just fine from now on.

Jushiro was about to turn his back and leave, when he heard the noisy Lieutenant of the Tenth Division ask you a spicy question “Kyoraku Shunsui. Smash, or pass?”.

He had no idea why he stood there in the shadows, feeling like a creep, as he awaited in trepidation for you to answer that stupid question. For some reason, though, it was important for him. He expected you to blend in with mass of girls swooning at Shunsui’s door and say you would have gladly shared your bed with him. He would have not blamed you for that. Every woman he knew had a thing for his best friend.

Still, you were his jewel. He did not want you to crave Shunsui. He wanted you to choose him. He was selfish, he knew his thoughts were impure and not appropriate. He was in no position to argue with you about the men you fancied.

“Pass” you curtly said, causing Rangiku and Isane to gasp and for Jushiro’s mood to brighten up again. He leaned his back against the wall, staring blankly at the Moon above him, electrified to hear you were not one of the numerous fangirls ready to kill to be Shunsui’s partner for the night.

Rangiku slammed her glass down onto the small table “Pass? Girl, you are the Dilfs’ fucker here! I expected you to throw your panties at him! What’s wrong now?” she piped out, voice too loud for your likings as you covered your face with your hands.

People were watching, obviously, snickering and shooting leering glances at your direction. Isane blushed, shaking her head as she snapped her fingers in front of Rangiku’s face to make her get a grip of herself.

“You drank too much! Lower your voice, people talk a lot!” Isane chided her, only for you to nod your head in agreement.

“I am not into Captain Shunsui, alright? Yeah, he is handsome and hilarious, but not my type” you clarified, folding your arms across your chest, causing the red-haired woman sitting across from you to squint her pale blue eyes suspiciously. She was not going to let this go easily. You were toasted.

She smirked “Oh, that’s interesting now… — she said, leaning towards you with an inquisitive gleam in her eyes — Who is your type then? Someone older than you for sure, but let’s see. Old man Yamamoto is decidely not on the list. May it be his Lieutenant, though?”.

Isane choked on her saké, coughing a few times in shock, while you kept an intense eye-contact with Rangiku “You are going to get us kicked out of this pub. Lower your damn voice” you warned her, as the waiter passing by your table gestured for you to restrain yourselves.

“Then speak up, girl. I have all night long and tons of important men to mention publicly. — she retorted, determined to make you confess who exactly was your crush — Say it, come on”.

“My Captain”.

You had not even realized you had blurted out that answer, until you saw your friends gape at you in genuine incredulity. It was not like they had not expected you to possibly fall for your charming Captain, but you had not been that reluctant to admit you had feelings for your superior. You did not imagine yourself having that conversation either, the urge to disappear into a black hole gnawing at your liver now. You took a swig of your drink, the burning sensation down your throat helping you to cope with your audacious confession.

“Have you two fucked?!” Rangiku inquired, only for the waiter to finally lose his temper and come at your table with a livid expression plastered over his face.

“You three! That’s enough, get out of here!”.

Giggling on your way out of the pub, you took the road opposite to the one where your Captain was finding shelter. Emerging from the darkness, he palmed his forehead, your words still ringing in his head like a pleasant song he could not stop thinking about. You liked him, you reciprocated his feelings. This did not make him less guilty for lusting after you, but it gave him the chance to act more confidently around you.

Enjoying the gentle breeze blowing through his long, white locks, Jushiro resumed his walk, head light as a feather, while relishing the thought of you in his embrace. For the night, he could forgive himself.

The next day came and with it some errands to run around the Soul Society. After being summoned by Captain Unohana, you were now entering your Captain’s quarters with a pile of documents to sign tightly pressed to your chest. Sighing, you were glad to find the door open. The fresh evening air provided a cool environment for Jushiro to work. It was not unusual for him to ask you to open the windows and leave the doors open on your way out.

Sitting at his desk, his haori draped over his broad shoulders, Jushiro was reading some reports about some Hollows causing troubles in the Rukongai. He would have not even acknowledged your presence, if you had not announced your arrival.

“Good evening, Captain! I’m coming in” you chimed, crossing the threshold with a small smile on your lips.

Jushiro flicked his eyes up from the papers, his lips mirroring yours in a soft smile that dropped at the sight of another stock of documents he was expected to check. Duties before anything, right?

“Ah, I see. It’s going to be a long night, I guess” he sadly realized, as you knelt down next to him and settled the files onto the desk.

“These are from the Fourth Division. — you explained, hands flatly splayed over the smooth wooden surface — You can’t stay up all night, Captain. You need to rest, or it might be detrimental for your health. With your permission, I would like to stay for the night and help you out”.

You were too sweet for him. He should have sent you away, denied your request, no matter how much he wanted to spend more time with you. He yearned for your company like a starving bear tasting honey and begging for more, striving to get to the top of the tree to reach the beehive and enjoy the nectar. However, it was night. Was he really ready to offer you a bed to sleep next to his one, once your eyelids were going to get heavy after tiring hours of work? He was going to die a painful death, admiring you and restraining himself from kissing every inch of your skin.

He had to refuse, but he knew you would protested. Therefore, he went to the extent to propose you a good compromise.

“I won’t let you work yourself to exhaustion. I will gladly accept your help for a few hours but, when it starts getting dark, you go back to your dorm” he suggested, tone placid but firm.

You shook your head, though, hand reaching for a brush and dipping it into the dark ink pot “I’m sorry, Captain Ukitake, but I will have to disobey your order and refuse your offer. — you calmly replied, signing the first document swiftly with your Captain sighing in defeat in the background — Now, let’s get this over with” you added, encouraging him by splitting the pile in halves and handing him one of them.

“You are way too lenient with me” Jushiro stated, before resuming his reading again.

And hours passed by. You chattered with your Captain, the pile of documents decreasing slowly but surely but you were not even close to be done yet. When dinner time came, you had a quick snack and persuaded your Captain to rest a little more than you did. Naturally, he promptly protested, but you ended up convincing him he would have been more proficient with some hours of sleep over his shoulders. Begrudgingly, he agreed and sleep found him easily.

While you worked, you lost the track of time. You forgot to wake him up as you had promised and you just kept on working until your back hurt. Glancing outside the window, the Moon greeted you and the clock indicated it was midnight. You were ready to grit your teeth and keep on pushing yourself to the limit, when you suddenly felt the familiar reiatsu of your Captain embrace you from behind. You straightened your back, eyes widening even so slightly, as his hands rested comfortably over the top of your shoudlers.

“I overslept. You should have called me” he pointed out lowly, gently, as you apologetically nodded your head and discarded the brush over the desk.

“I should have, but your health is more important than work to me” you objected, turning your head slightly to the side to meet his kind chestnut eyes. Jushiro was sitting right behind you, his large frame almost draped over your back like a blanket, as he grasped your wrist delicately and shook his head.

Goosebumps raised on the back of your neck, his chin grazing over the top of your head “It’s your turn to rest. Lean on me” he offered, causing your lower lip to quiver for the habit of opposing yourself to his kind offer.

But you were too tired to be helpful right now and you knew he was not going to let you continue for any longer.

“Ten minutes will be enough” you said, accomodating yourself, as he helped you lean your back against his chest, the sound of the fabric of your uniforms rustling in the friction was endearingly soothing. Just like his arms subtly snaking around your waist and your hands slithering over his bony ones, making your cheeks heat up exponentially.

You had never touched your Captain like that, albeit you wanted him to. You had played scenes like this one many times in your head, hoping he was going to do much more than simply hugging you. You needed more, you needed him. You wanted Jushiro with ever molecule of your body and, God, he desired you too. Your eyes fluttered close, his warm breath tickling your jawline, as his fingertips began to draw lazy patterns over your abdomen, trailing up towards your ribs and then stopping.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked you, his heartrate increasing notably. His hands itched to cup your breasts, to roll your hardening nipples between the pads of his fingers, to swallow your moans with his mouth. But without your consent, Jushiro was not going to go any further.

You arched your back, eyes opening again to peer up at him adoringly “Comfortable, you say? I’d dare to say I’m in Paradise” you whispered, smiling faintly, before your hands reached up to undo your shihakushō. Bold, you were pretty bold right now, under the gleaming eyes of your Captain.

You heard his breath hitch, his hands trembling when you grasped them to lead them to your breasts where he wanted to settle them “Don’t say a word. They’re needless. I want it, Captain. I’m tired to pretend” you murmured, head lolling back onto his shoulder as his large hands finally latched onto your mounds, gently squeezing them.

Your skin was like velvet at the touch, his own arousal causing him to buckle his hips up against your lower back. How shameful, how stupid of him to do such things to you, but you wanted it. His Lieutenant was begging him to go ahead and that night the kind and rational Captain Jushiro Ukitake lost his mind.

He gripped your hips firmly, forcing you to straddle his lap, his legs spreading yours wide, as he kept your back glued to his front. His fingers scambled to get rid of his own clothes, while you spared time by disrobing yourself too. Skin to skin, you were able to feel his hard rock abs graze your spine as he latched his lips over the crook of your neck.

You moaned, squeezing your eyes shut, while his hands went back to cup your breasts, stroking the hardening buds to elicit more whimpers from you. Your breath was uneven at this point, your mouth searching for his as you turned around and tugged down your pants, tired of waiting any longer.

Jushiro was awestruck, thumbs tracing your hipbones, as you rotated your hips over his “Kiss me, please” you whispered, your lips hovering over his, tempting the poor Captain to give you what you wanted. It was not too late to stop, he kept on repeating himself that, but he did not want to let you unsatisfied and the fire in his loins was consuming him too much to neglect his own need.

“Kissing you? I will do more than that” he whispered, capturing your lips in a feverish kiss. His arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you close to him, were a cage you did not want to be set free from. Jushiro was gentle, handling you with a care no man had ever showed you, even when his tongue delved into your mouth and his fingers slipped underneath the waistband of your underwear, eagerly searching for your engorging pearl.

Shockwaves of pleasure made your skin sizzle, your hands cupped his smooth cheeks, as you moaned softly. Jushiro kissed your forehead, his cock twitching in his pants, when your wetness met his fingers. All of this was for him, your heat was dripping because you craved him! He was lucky, oh he was such a lucky man.

“You are … That’s for me, right? You are so good, Y/N-san, you are doing amazing for me. I will repay you for that, my sweet girl. I promise” he whispered, his hair sticking to his forehead as his fingers finally slipped into your core.

You could not talk much, babbling small words out was all you did, your lips leaving wet kisses over his neck and collarbone to show him your gratitude and love for him. Your orgasm hit you in waves, your inner muscles spasming around his slender digits as he watched your labia smeared with your arousal as you reached your climax. You were stunning, his hand glistened in your orgasm, as he quickly yanked his pants down and you crawled towards his unmade bed, panting, awaiting for him to join you.

When his member, ramrod, pulsing, slapped against his navel, you gulped down at the impressive size hungrily pointing at you. If only people knew about this side of him, they would die at his feet. Ukitake Jushiro lacked nothing that Kyoraku Shunsui had. He was just a victim of fate. If it was not for his sickness, he would have been unstoppable. Pumping his shaft a few times in front of you, Jushiro groaned softly, hooded eyes searching yours.

“Would you look at me the same way, if you knew what I did in the privacy of my bedroom when you left that morning?” he asked you, only for you to shake your head and hoist your legs around his hips.

“Nothing would ever change my opinion of you. — you replied, the tip of his cock probing at your entrance — I love you, Jushiro” you whispered, nosing his cheek when he caged you to the bed with his strong arms.

“I wish I could tell you not to love me, but I am twice as guilty. Forgive me, if you can. I love you, I have loved you for too long to keep it to myself” he said, before entering you with a smooth thrust of his hips.

You let out a strained moan, your tight walls causing Jushiro to grunt in bliss, his brows furrowed as he pressed his forehead against yours. Bottoming out took him a few seconds. Making his way inside of you, he had the care to gradually conquer inches without bruising you in the process. Tenderly, he looked at your face, searching for any signs of discomfort. Once he found none, he pulled back enough to let his tip buried into your heat and slammed back into you a little more vigorously.

Melodic moans left your mouth, neck strained back, when he set out a slow and firm pace to hit the spot that made you wrap your legs tighter around him. His white hair seemed the beautiful and cold stalactites hanging from the roof of your barracks, when it snowed. Handsome and yours, Jushiro kissed the valley between your breasts, praises to your beauty and dedication rolling out of his tongue every now and then.

“Beautiful, you should have posed for a painter in the World of the Livings. — he stated, voice muffled by your skin, when he sucked onto your nipple — A pre-raphaelite, those colors would have suited you” he murmured, tongue tracing the bud as his hips snapped towards yours more urgently now.

Your moans had grown louder, sweaty skin smacking together creating a repetitive sound any passer-by would have recognized. But you were too lost into his eyes, in the way the Moon seemed to make his hair glow like an halo around his head, on the way his muscular body would have crashed yours, if he was not attentive.

“Jushiro, please, don’t stop! — you breathed out, a throaty moan leaving your lips, when he grabbed your ankles and set them on the top of his shoulders — I am about to come” you warned him, watching the man above you speed up his movements.

He should have been careful not to overdo himself, but how could he when he was literally drunk on you? Ah your words, oh God, they were driving him insane.

“Come for me, darling. Make me happy, come for me” he incited you, grasping your hands and pinning them to the sides of your head with his ones. Fingers locked together, Jushiro thrusted into you faster, hitting your sweet spot with a perfect aim. Impeccable, sinfully celestial, you reached your climax around him with a powerful orgasm.

As you twitched and tightened around him, Jushiro’s mind went blank. He was not going to be just your Captain, not anymore. His, you were going to be his, as he was going to be yours. Just Jushiro Ukitake, a man in love, not a member of the Gotei 13.

Lolling his head back, he spurted his seed into you, guttural groans erupting from his throat as he filled you. Even though he had always followed the moral codes of a noble warrior, Jushiro Ukitake knew he had to sin that night. He could not let you slip from his fingers.

Someone had told him he would have fallen for a woman, sooner of later.

Therefore, sitting on a windy hill next to his best friend Shunsui, a couple of days later, he said “I plead guilty, your honor”.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! Thanks to the anon who dropped this into my inbox. I did not realize how much I yearned to write for this man until I found myself writing this piece! Thanks! As per usual, likes, comments and re-posts are welcomed!

Until then,

x o x o

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~*How they kiss*~

edited: I added Byakuya 🩵

Shinji

Shinji kisses you dirtily. Not one for chaste brushing of lips or quick, soft presses of your mouths, no, Shinj wants devour every single crevace of your mouth. His tongue will drag across your own, twirling and manipulating your tongue in ways you never knew it could bend. He'd memorise the very shape and placement of your teeth, extract your taste from your mouth until it over powers his own. He pushes into the kiss, invading your space and pushing you off balance, keeping you pinned flush againt his body until hes the only thing you can feel. His hands would wonder and explore, grabbing, pinching, squeezing anything he can get hold of, just to taste your sweet moans. It would be hot and heavy, a far cry from what would be considered acceptable PDA. He would be vocal, groaning and grunting into your mouth, hips rolling into you to let you feel just how much he wants you.

Gin

The way Gin kisses can only be described as torturous. Gin would keep you waiting, until you were needy and desperate and then he would make you wait some more. He'd ghost his lips over yours, his breath tickling the sensitive skin, tingling with the the taunt of what could be. He'd lean in, keeping you on the edge before averting to your ear, a sly grin on his lips when he hears your breath catch in your throat at the denial. You can hear the amusement in his tone, so intertwined with the almost cruel satisfaction as he whispers in your ear..  "I don' think ya desperate enough yet..". When he finally, after begging, pleading, bribing, kisses you, it would just be the next step of sweet torture. He would kiss you excruciating slow, bearly there pressure moulding your lips together. He would move away if you tried to take any control, making your start his torturous dance all over again. He would slide his tongue into your mouth only a fraction, giving you only a sliver of what you crave, building up slowly. He'd give you only a moment of everything this has been building up to before pulling away, leaving you desperately wanting more.

Shunsui

Consumingly. Shunsui kisses like he does everything else. Languid, lazy, unhurried and savoured. He takes the time to throughly enjoy and experience every facet of kissing you. While the kiss isnt outwardly passionate or ravenous.. you cant help but feel completely consumed by him and his ownership of the kiss. Shunsui's fingers trail softly over your curves, lovingly memorising every flawless imperfection on your body. He tilts your head up to meet him with a gentle yet confident finger under your chin, thumb brushing tantilisingly slow over your bottom lip. When he leans down and captures your lips with his own, your sences are consumed by him. The softness of his lips contrasting against the slight scratch of his beard. The floral smell that clings to his clothes, almost transporting you to a field of wild flowers on a summers day. The heat of his body slowly sinking into your own, relaxing you fully into his embrace. His sake infused breath would mingle with your own as he parts your lips, slowly caressing your tongue with his. Shunsui plays with varying pressures, tilting your head this way and that to ensure he consumes every ounce of pleasure from you. He exubes a lazy confidence, knowing exactly how to make you melt and surrender to him completely

Urahara

Urahara kisses you teasingly. He'd kiss his way up your neck, grinning into your skin as he feels your pulse quicken. Changing up between firm presses and barely there brushes, nipping and grazing his lip against you. He would look down at you with mischief in his eyes, teasingly getting closer to your lips, before turning your head and tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. He'd chuckle darkly at your impatient huff.. "you're cute when you pout.."  he'd husk in your ear, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you flush against him. His other hand would cup your jaw, tilting your head up to take in your frustrated look. Leaning in again, he'd flick the tip of his tongue over your lip, grinning cockily as he pulls away... "Beg for it.." . When you break, whining and fisting his top in your hands, "Kisuke...please..."  .. he'd lower his head back to your lips, moving back slightly to make you groan, smirking before whispering "good girl.."  When Kisuke finaly kisses you, its perfectly constructed to drive you wild. Pressing his lips against yours, hand squeezing your ass, he'd run his tongue over your bottom lip, playfully backing away when you part them. The corners of his mouth would turn up in a smirk, letting you chase him before surging forward and claiming your mouth. He'd groan when your tongues meet, greedily tasting you, working himself just as much as you with his teasing.

Grimmjow

Grimmjow kisses you hungrily.. possessively. You are his and he will take what he wants from you. Grimmjow doesn't waste time with teasing or playful kisses. Dosen't do soft caresses or lingering touches. Grimmjow is hungry for you and he is going to devour you. He'd grip you, fingers pawing at your hips or ass as he held you prisoner in his grasp, leaving you no chance of escaping until he was fully sated and satisfied. Grimmjow would wrap his hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to prove his ownership, keeping you exactly where he wants you as he slams his lips into yours. Sharp teeth would nip at your lip, demanding entrance, tongue forcing its way through if you took too long for his liking. Grimmjow would growl into the kiss, tongue battling with yours, forcing your submission. He would greedily lap up your taste,  tongue rolling over your own again and again, parting only when his chest burned for oxygen. When he finally breaks the kiss, you're both left panting. He keeps you close, your hot breath mixing together, eyes taking in your lips, plump and swollen, parted with drsperate breaths.. looking so wrecked from just his kiss.. he'd growl "mine"

Ukitake

Ukitake would kiss you tenderly. Soft touches and gentle caresses is the only way this man would touch you. You are precious to him, the love of his life and he couldn't imagine touching you with anything other than delicate, tender touches. He would cup your cheek, sming down at you with adoration as he places a loving kiss on your forehead. He would let his lips linger, savouring the sweet genture. His eyes closing to fully take in the way his lips press into your forhead, breathing in the warm scent of your shampoo. Pulling back he would rub gos thumb gently over your cheek, so soft and smooth. Intertwining his othe hand with yours, Jushiro would bring them up to his lips, curved in a soft smile. He'd plant gentle kisses to each of your fingers, eyes locked onto yours for every one. Taking a step closer, he would angle your face up to his, eyes slowly taking in every feature of your face. He would tilt his head, pressing his lips to yours. Lingering together, holding onto the connection for as long as he could. Jushiro would press his forhead into yours, embracing the quiet, intimate moment. 

Kensei

Kensei would kiss you completely. Kensei is very much a 'if it's worth doing, it's worth doing right' kind of man and kissing you is no different. When he kisses you, he kisses you thoroughly. There will not be a single doubt in your mind that he has kissed you as good as he could've. Kensei would run his fingers through your hair, fisting it just above the nape of your neck and manipulate you to the perfect angle. Hand covering your hip, he would hold onto you protectivly, pressing his lips firmly against yours. He would kiss your top lip softly before kissing your bottom lip harder. Tugging your hair slightly in a silent command to open your mouth, Kensei would tilt his head to fit against you seamlessly. He would start out slowly, savouring the feel and taste of your tongue swirling around his own. With a grunt Kensei would pull you closer, deepening the kiss, leaving no part of your mouth without his attention. He would loosen his hold on your hair, gently cupping the back of your neck as he slows down the kiss. Leaving you feeling fully and completely kissed. 

Byakuya 

Byakuya kisses you like it’s the last time. Byakuya knows the pain of loosing the one you love, the heartache of knowing what that last kiss feels like. When he kisses you, he kisses you with everything. He would cup your cheek gently, tilting your head up just right to be able to look deep in your eyes. He would brush your hair behind your ear and  lower his lips to yours, pouring all his love and affection into the soft kiss. Not leaving you any doubt just how much this man adores you. Byakuya would pull you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist as he deepens the kiss. Gently coaxing your lips apart and sensually brushing his tongue against yours. Committing to memory your taste, the feel of you, your scent. When you part he’d keep you close, breaths mingling between you as you steady your breathing, before resting his forehead against yours.