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mulberrysilk · 1 year

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Lavender Haze

Urahara Kisuke x f!succubusreader

Summary: The vacant house next to Urahara's shop no longer remained empty as a pretty girl moves in. Was he obsessed with the girl next door? Maybe. But how could anyone blame him when you looked so delectable? Plus, he made sure to keep an eye on you, something about your reiatsu was different too...He's just being a good neighbor, that's it! He didn't expect to find out that you were more than just his beautiful neigbour...

cw: eventual smut, inspired by that line in the Chainsaw Man scene, low-key Urahara is stalkery, reader is a succubus, unprotected seggs, reader has succubus form which is small horns, wings and tail, oral(male receiving), creampie, Urahara is in love with his succubus lover, talks of reiatsu you know bleach stuff

wc: 8.2k ( she’s a long one y’all)

a/n: thought this was gonna be normal nasty smut with the normal girl next door. Turns out I made she's a succubus. ADHD brain go bRRRr.

Easily he recalled the Summer when he first met you. He had woken up past the eleventh morning hour, just in time for Tessai to return with items to stock in the store. It was the 4th Sunday of the month. The date where they routinely stocked the store with not only shinigami goods but snacks, drinks, and other convenience store items. He had wondered why there was a moving truck parked in front of the small humble house that neighbored his shop. For years it has been empty. The last owner was this little old lady who sadly passed some time ago. He was used to it being empty so it was only normal that he got curious about who would be living right beside him and his dear employees.

Opening his fan, he cooled himself from the coming afternoon heat and casually stood by the fence, the branches of the trees and their leaves, concealed his wandering eyes. Fanning himself and keeping his eyes hidden by his bucket hat, he searched for the person who was going to be his neighbor.

Out from the back of the truck in a baby pink tank top, denim shorts, and white sneakers, you appeared like those girls in the movies. The girl next door. He really thought those things were just a thing in the fictional world of movies, he didn't expect it to be happening right in front of his eyes. Was he in a movie right now? He pushed the ridiculous thought away and focused on you. He watched as you unloaded the truck with cardboard boxes that contained your belongings and shamelessly ogled the skin revealed to him due to the summer heat.

From your side profile, he could tell just how pretty you were. Your cheeks were flushed from the heat and your skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, making your tank top cling to your body even more, hugging your curves and reminding him of those models in summer magazines. Was he dreaming?

He didn't even know how long he had been staring but he remembered you went in and out of the front door twice, and the heap of cardboard boxes by the pavement doesn't seem to have lessened.

“You know, if you want to make advances toward her, my tip is for you to offer to help her move the boxes.” Tessai’s deep voice sounded behind him, startling the former shinigami.

“Tessai! When did you—advances? I’m merely…looking.” He brought his fan to cover the lower half of his face, a little flustered to be caught. He was so distracted he didn’t notice his friend’s presence.

“You look like a stalker.” A haughty younger voice commented.

Urahara flicked Jinta on the forehead, who was actually looking at you too.

Meanwhile, little Ururu approached you and politely asked if you needed help. The three males hid behind the safety of the concrete fence watching as she talked to you. You smiled at the young girl and their hearts fluttered. Ururu then pointed in their direction and your eyes followed where she was pointing. Squinting your eyes, you could make out two tall figures and a smaller one.

The three of them froze, caught like a deer in headlights.

You waved prettily in their direction as a short greeting before Ururu and you moved your stuff inside.

“You like her.” Jinta teased Urahara.

“Nonsense. I know nothing about her.” He played it off coolly, fanning himself.

“You know that she’s your neighbor now and that she’s attractive.” Tessai backed up the kid, Urahara mocked an expression of betrayal as his friend took Jinta’s side.

“We shall be good neighbors to her and nothing more.” Urahara snapped his fan shut before returning to the air-conditioned confines of his shop. Although he said what he did, he was sure he was going to see a lot of you, and should the opportunity arise that he could flirt.

Just harmless flirting. He told himself.

If only he could take back his words.

As the summer progressed, you settled into your little home and he caught you most of the time when you were coming home from wherever you’ve been but on the weekends, he would have a full view of you in your backyard, tending to the herbs and vegetables you grew at home. With the heat, you’d be in shorts most of the time and it was paired with either a tank top or a sports bra. The two of you only ever acknowledged one another silently, not having the chance to speak to each other formally but he wasn’t going to rush things. Sometimes he thinks it’s better off this way. To just look and don’t touch. It was painful in certain ways for him because, like other men, he too had his own needs and desires.

One afternoon changed everything.

It had been so hot, the air conditioning in his shop wasn’t enough to fight the heat. He had brought out extra fans to make it better and the more he stared at the frozen items box, the more he wanted to just stick his face inside to feel relief.

The door to his shop slid open and in you came. Your back was against the light that shined as you entered and it made you glow. He felt a hint of warmth collect in his abdomen when you smiled softly at him. Your shoulders and collarbones were exposed as you wore a sundress with thin straps. It was shorter than most sundresses, it came up to your mid-thigh, not that he was complaining. It cinched perfectly at your waist and the fabric of the skirt flowed and swished with every movement. God, you were absolutely delectable today.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my new neighbor. How may I help you?” He plastered on his shopkeeper facade.

“I was hoping to find ice cream.” You clasped your hands behind you and raised your shoulders in a cute way. “It’s too hot these days and I’m working from home, so I thought, ice cream would be nice.”

“Good for you, I do have ice cream and an assortment of sweets if that’s to your fancy.” He gestured to the freezer.

“Thank you.” You grinned before going to make your ice cream selection. “So…um…I know I just moved in. I’ve met Ururu who told me she works here and I feel a little rude that I haven’t introduced myself to you yet.” You made small talk, eying the variety of ice cream flavours.

“Oh?”

You introduced yourself properly, telling him your name, and extended your thanks to him for how Ururu helped you move in.

“She’s really strong for her age.” You said, finally choosing an ice cream flavour. Strawberry.

“That she is. Would you be so kind as to also get me a piece?” He asked before you made your way to the counter.

“Oh, sure. What flavour?”

“Same as yours.”

At the counter, you reached inside your little purse to pay but he spoke. “It’s on the house this time, cutie.”

Your heart jumped at the nickname. Heat collected in your cheeks and you murmured your thanks. Somehow instead of leaving, you found yourself sitting next to him in the air-conditioned living room of his house, eating ice cream and having a pleasant conversation. His company was nice and you had to admit you were proud to have made a friend out of your neighbour….attractive neighbour.

Kisuke felt the same too but he had felt the need to keep you around because he was surprised by the spiritual pressure a human like yourself had. He was curious to know if you were some special being or merely a human who will bait hollows and other entities your way. He wouldn’t be surprised if you were some special being with how endearing and magnetic you were. But if you were merely a human with such energy…well, he felt the need to protect you. It didn’t help that he was so willing because he had developed a crush, obsession? Whatever people these days called it. He just knew he wanted you in every way possible but of course, he had to be a gentleman.

“What brought you to Karakura?”

“Was looking at listings and this place was up for rent at a really good price, plus it’s an easy commute to the city and it’s quiet.” You replied, suckling at the strawberry popsicle.

“Quiet? You running away from a boyfriend or something?” He playfully suggested, sneakily asking if you were taken or not. Not that it would be a problem.

“Something like that.” You murmured and his eyes widened a little but then you broke into a smile. “I’m just kidding!”You laughed. “Have you always been a shop owner?”

“Nope.” He answered you truthfully and you tilted your head.

“Oh?”

“It’s complicated but basically, I was expelled from my past occupation.”

“Expelled? Did you do something bad?” Your gaze never left him.

“To them, yes but in my eyes, I failed at what I had to do. So I came here and decided to be a shopkeeper.” He grinned at you, making light of the topic and you gave him a small smile.

“Quite the interesting man you are.” You giggled before having another taste of your ice cream, unaware of the eyes that clouded like a storm at the way your lips wrapped at the tip of the pink iced treat. Taking a bite of his treat, he couldn’t help but wonder how soft your lips might be against his skin, his lips, or his—

“Oi! Urahara!” The shoji door slid open, the cool air from the air conditioning escaping the confines of the living room. Urahara internally sighed at his disrupted thoughts.

Your head casually turned to the unfamiliar voice and stood by the door was someone you’ve never met before. He stared at you and you stared at him, your brows furrowed as he continued to stare for quite some time. His teddy bear brown eyes looked you up and down, taking in the view of an attractive stranger with an ice lolly between her lips and the pretty summer dress she wore. Pink dusted his cheeks before he turned his attention to the man seated not too far from you.

“I-I need to talk to you!” Orange haired boy demanded, masking his fluster.

“Kurosaki-kun, as you can see I have a visitor,” Kisuke responded and you waved your hand.

“It’s okay. I can go.” You told the two men, the urgency in Kurosaki’s eyes told you that it was important and something not to be shared with others. It’s not your problem nor did you care to know what it was.

“Thanks for the ice cream, Kisuke.” You chimed happily, sending a wink his way, and it felt like an arrow went straight into his heart. “I’ll see you around.”

So cute. He thought to himself, a little disappointed you had to go but he must admit watching you walk past Ichigo on your way out, was a pretty view that made up for your leaving. He thanked whatever designer made your dress at such a perfect length. One that wasn’t too short to explicitly tempt and not too long to bore. It was just the right length that created tension, that made Urahara wonder how pretty it would be to bunch the fabric up to reveal more of your thighs.

Once the front door shut telling them of your departure, Ichigo turned to the man still sitting and halfway done with his ice cream.

“Who was that?”

“My neighbor.” Urahara sighed with a smile that Ichigo couldn’t read but made him narrow his eyes at the playfully crafty man. “So, what is it that you need to tell me so badly that you disturbed my precious time with my pretty neighbor?”

Urahara wouldn't say he was a stalker. Maybe if anyone did see him, they'd think that's what he was doing. But he was merely watching you from the comfort of his home. It wasn't his fault his bedroom upstairs looked directly into your bedroom. He'd like to think fate was tempting him, giving him signs that your paths were meant to constantly cross.

It was definitely a game of fate because there were times the curtains were closed and days when they were left drawn apart. It’s not like he waits for you to show up or anything, there were just some instances where he’d see you going to bed in those cute pyjamas of yours. He liked in particular the pink ones or the white and pink shorts ensemble.

Tonight though, he could see you again. Lying on your stomach with a bunny plushie cradling your chin while you read a book, your legs swung in the air, the air conditioner in full blast with how hot the weather had been. This lovely night's choice of sleepwear was a white cotton tank top paired with white frilly shorts. His eyes ran along the length of your legs, wondering how smooth your thighs might be.

Your presence in his life was constant and honestly was a breath of fresh air from all the hollow and shinigami issues that come and go. He would even say you two had become close friends. Small exchanges became him coming over to fix stuff when you need it or you going over to the shop with sweets or pastries from the city. If you had a watermelon to beat the heat, you’d share it with him.

Despite this blooming friendship, Urahara was plagued with thoughts that made his stomach warm and crave you like a wolf hungry for prey. It didn’t help that you had also become the subject of his wet dreams that had always made him wake up in a mess, sweating and he even felt like he didn’t get enough sleep….was he being a bad neighbour?

And could you blame him for the shock and dumbfounded look on his face when you, one searing hot afternoon, asked him? “So do you wanna do it?”

Your voice was soft as your head lay against the pillow of your bed, the two of you had escaped to your room after he had helped you hook the sound system to the tv. The air conditioner was on full blast and the cold air being pushed out was the only sound in the silence between you two.

Urahara sucked in a breath, and doing so made the overwhelmingly sweet scent of your sheets, of you, too much. Pheromones was it? “Do what?” He calmly grinned, not letting his composure falter.

You shifted in your position, stretching a little then leaned your head on your extended arm, locks of your hair cascading over your face and that delicate curve of your neck. Your eyes appeared sleepy as if you had some sake to drink and had gotten tipsy, it was alluring, it was…seducing. Was he dreaming again?

The summer sun glared at him and his eyes adjusted and searched for your face, finding first your glossed pink lips. “Fuck.”

Now he really was at a loss for words. He felt like who he used to be over a hundred years ago when he had become Captain. Easily flustered, nervous, and unsure of himself. “W-what?”

The sun got into his eyes again.

When they adjusted this time, your hands rested on either side of his head and you were looking down at him, meeting his gaze as your hair fell around you. The warm orange hue of the sun kissed your skin and made you and your hair glow. He could even feel the warmth of your skin as you leaned over him, so close.

“I think you heard what I said.” You purred, throwing a leg over his hip. Urahara swallowed the lump in his throat again. Was he dreaming? Oh, god, was he dreaming?! His dreams even felt as real as this. It was hard to tell.

He didn’t dare move a finger scared that if he touched you, you’d disappear. Even when you straddled him with your cool palms against his chest. He laid still.

Your eyes never left him and he wondered if he had imagined the pink glow that flashed in your irises when you batted your lashes and pushed apart the lapels of his samue.

A finger traced along his center, from the crevice between his two collarbones down his chest and to his abdomen. “What’s wrong?”You leaned forward, your lips brushing against his earlobe as you cooed sickeningly sweet. “Why are you so still?” You toyed with the strings of his pants. He swore to himself. Blood was rushing down to his groin and it didn’t help that your ass was pressed against it. There was no way you couldn’t feel him harden against you.

You raised your head a little, pushing his bucket hat up in the process to remove the shadow he hid behind. His eyes couldn’t stay in one place. It jumped from your eyes, the gentle tempting smile of your lips and the sight of your cleavage as your shirt dipped low, soft breasts in their lacy bra cups,

“Y/N-chan….” He sounded as if he was warning you.

“I’m not playing any games with you, Kisuke.” You said, sliding your hands from his shoulders and then to his hands, guiding them to your waist. “Am I?”

“I think you are playing a dangerous game,” he spoke, feeling your waist, internally groaning at the fact he was touching you, really touching you.

“Awe,” you cooed, pouting your lips mockingly. “Are you nervous?” You were teasing him now, cradling his wrists and sliding them higher til they cupped your breasts.

“Aren’t you?” He managed to say, fighting the urge to squeeze your breasts through your shirt, he could already feel just how soft they were.

You shook your head, your resting smile unfaltering as you continued to splay your fingers on his exposed chest, running them up and down sensually slow you could feel the goosebumps on his skin form.

You cupped his face, caressing his cheekbone with your thumb. Each contact made a shivering delightful feeling bloom on his skin and the intensity of your gaze melted him further and further as if it was pulling him under a spell.

The feeling intensified when you leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his cheek, then his jaw, and god, his neck. Urahara moaned softly, the heat of your lips and the slight nibble of your teeth on his sensitive skin was like another sip of exquisite saké.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” He lowered his hands to your hips, grabbing the flesh as he rolled his hips upwards for so much needed friction. The feeling made you giggle. That sound was like a siren song.

“Maybe.” You said with a smile he could feel against his skin before you continued to kiss along his neck. A sensual roll of your hips and his eyes shut momentarily at the feeling. “I can tell you’re enjoying this.”

He was. He was thoroughly enjoying this, the heavy petting, the kissing, and the closeness of your bodies. This experience was different. He felt all too consumed in your aura, your presence, and your touch. It was intoxicating. He wondered if this was normal. If the dreams, the way you took up all his thoughts and now your very touch, were all still of the human world.

Before he could even question and remind himself of your spiritual energy, your lips stopped their delicious kisses and you straightened your back. You reached for the hem of your shirt and peeled it over your head, your hair tousled by the removal. Staring at you felt surreal. It was almost psychedelic. Your body was the only figure that was clear while everything else other than you was fuzzy and blurred.

“I’m gonna ask you again, Kisuke.” Your voice traveled smoothly in both his ears, echoing in his head. He swore there were pink symbols in your irises right now. His eyes were locked on yours, there was no denying it. “Do you…” you pressed your naked breasts against his chest, their softness against his muscles making him painfully hard. “…want…”. You kissed his cheek. “…to…” then the corner of his lips, so dangerously close. He gripped your hips, hard enough to leave marks. You were driving him crazy. You hovered your lips over his, barely touching. “…fuck?”

You didn’t have to ask him again.

A rough hand grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down to finally, finally, kiss you.

Oh, he tasted sweet. So sweet. You could feel his beautiful spiritual energy seep under your skin. You were right to have chosen him. Even though you moved here to start anew, you didn’t expect to meet someone like him. You didn’t know what he was exactly but his spiritual energy had you weak in your knees. It flowed bountifully like a waterfall. It was strong too which meant you wouldn’t need much to keep your capabilities base level.

You were giddy and thrilled to have found him.

This was not normal. Urahara thought as he kissed you with such hunger. His lips moved in tandem with yours, fighting for dominance and easily winning it. He thought your touch was intoxicating? Your lips were far more dangerous. They were downright hallucinogenic. It was as if they were laced with a poison that seeped immediately into his system that made the depraved lust he had for you, increase a thousandfold.

This was definitely not normal.

Your spiritual energy was increasing too, it felt like a weighted velvet blanket on his body, getting heavier and heavier. Not heavy, almost, joining with his? How was this possible?

Thinking wasn’t easy, not when he had the beautiful neighbour he’s been dreaming and fantasising of on top of him. His hands moved on their own, feeling and tracing your curves, cupping your soft breasts, and feeling their weight against his palms. This was better than he imagined you felt. It couldn’t compare.

Urahara pulled away to catch his breath. His chest rose and fell quickly while you kissed the spot on his neck that you had marked before and lowered yourself, leaving kisses along his chest and his abdomen. His breath hitched when he felt your chin brush the hem of his pants. His eyes snapped open to look down and were met with dark clouded eyes staring prettily up at him, lashes fluttering with each blink.

“Watching me from your bedroom isn’t enough is it?”

You knew? Fuck. For how long?

“You caught me,” he chuckled, petting your head adoringly. “No point in lying to you, is there?”

You shook your head with a sly, cheeky smile. “You don’t have to lie to me, Kisuke.” You untie the strings to his pants, the hem loosening easily. “Have you thought about this?”

His breath got caught in his throat. Your hand pressed against his erection through the fabric. “Y-yes. C’mon, sweetheart. Don’t tease me. I thought you weren’t playing any games with me?”

“I’m not.” You shimmied his pants down along with his boxers, cock springing freely from the constraints of the fabric.

Urahara hissed when the cool air kissed the leaking head of his cock. Was he always this sensitive? Before he could say anything, your tongue licked a stripe along his length, dreamy eyes staring up at him with lust. You enjoyed his reactions. He looked so pretty like this, cheeks flushed, eyes droopy with desire, and hair all tousled. You continued your ministrations, running your tongue once more at his perfectly sized length before kissing the cute pink head of his cock, the precum already making your senses vibrate crazily.

Like you had suckled on the strawberry popsicle the first time he had you over, your lips wrapped prettily around him, your tongue hot against his cock as you swirled it over his sensitive head.

“Keep going, sweetheart. F-fuck,” he softly moaned out. His words encouraged you and the gentle brush of his thumb along your brow made you happily take him deeper. His fingers tighten in your hair as he groaned in bliss. He was hot and heavy against your tongue, and the natural condition of your entity enjoyed the musky taste of him.

Urahara’s fantasies were incomparable to this. He was already losing his mind at the hot warmth of your mouth and the rhythmic bobbing of your head along his cock. A sharp delightful shiver ran up and down his spine when he felt his tip touch the back of your throat, you gagged cutely and he looked down at you to make sure you were okay. He was brought immediately closer to the edge when he drank in the sight of your glossy eyes staring up at him with an adorable furrow of your brows. This was far better than he imagined.

His moans left him freely, and his hand on your head continued to pet you as he felt the tension in his spine tighten. You could feel yourself get wetter just at the sight of him. Touching him and finally pleasuring him, was heightening your sensitivity. The ache in your core was painfully sweet and you couldn’t help but moan around his length, completely aware of how the vibrations affected him.

Urahara swore under his breath, unable to hold back the following thrusts of his hips as his orgasm bursts through his body. He felt as if broke through the cottony haze he had been under, only to sink right back in and further down once more. He could feel the way your tongue moved as he remained still inside, and the movement of your throat as you swallowed his cum with your eyes shut in bliss. What an obscene picture.

He felt your spiritual energy increase again. The little clarity he was able to gather after climaxing helped give his brain enough time to form full thoughts and assess the situation.

Watching you pull back, you detached yourself, cock slipping from your lips with a soft pop. You licked along your lips with a satisfied smile, like a cat who just got the cream. Which you kinda …did. The way you glowed intensified, and your aura had completely changed.

“You’re not human aren’t you?” He caught his breath, analysing his senses. It wasn’t a question that he needed an answer to.

“You’re not human too.” You simply answered back, climbing on top of him. His cock, half hard, slotting between your warm slit.

“You’re feeding off my reiatsu.”

“Something like that,” you smiled, intertwining your fingers with his. “I can’t exactly feed off just any kind of reiatsu.” You slowly rocked back and forth, Urahara feeling the wetness of your pussy coating him. His hands gripped yours, his eyes rolling back at the heat of your folds. God, he wanted to be inside you.

“Sexual reiatsu then?”

“Mhm.” You hummed, gasping when the tip of his cock caught at your entrance. You lifted your hips a little higher. “S-something like tha—.” You cut off with a moan as you sunk down a little, taking in the head of his length. He felt better than you could ever imagine.

Urahara felt that at this moment, he had more control than you did. Your fingers were squeezing him, your thighs were quivering with need and your face, your pretty face, was trying so hard to focus. You looked as if you were losing all resolve, completely crumbling apart with lust. He watched you intently, refusing to miss a single thing as you sank down on him, taking him into your tight, velvety heat that‘s got him aching hard again.

Bottomed out, your head fell forward. You took a couple of breaths as you allowed yourself time to adjust. It has been a while since you’ve laid with anyone, you almost hated yourself for tearing away the euphoric feeling of connecting your body to someone. Even so, with him, it was different. You didn’t just want to have him once and leave it at that. You wanted to have him. Completely. God, his reiatsu feeding yours was overwhelming. You could cry at how good he feels.

His voice pierced through the rapturous screaming of your body. He said your name so sweetly. That gentle and teasing coo of your name that had you weak in the knees.

“Look at me.”

Without a second thought, you did as he said. His larger hands squeezed yours in a reassuring manner and you felt as if your heart was going to burst at that action. You met his gaze, the once dwindling remnants of your energy almost fully replenished after months. Urahara was met with the pink pattern in your irises in full glow. Everything but you was a blur of colours. The effect your being had on him was akin to a drug that heightened every pleasurable sensation and kept you and him in a haze of warm lavender.

If his assumptions were correct, then he was one lucky and unfortunate bastard.

“Show me who you really are.” He untangled one hand to caress your cheek, the soft touch making you lean into his palm.

How could you not give him everything he wanted? His reiatsu was sweet, warm, and enveloping. It was delicious. You felt intoxicated by it and ever since your skin touched his, you knew you drew him into your web.

Urahara moaned when you rolled your hips, his cock hugged by your velvety walls, and he cussed when you took his thumb into your pretty little mouth. He blinked a couple of times, fighting the urge to rock into you as he wanted to see your true form. Your kind was rare, very rare. In fact, many shinigami believed your kind to be just a myth and a fantasy of depraved men.

The sun had begun to set and the golden hour illuminated your skin. Its rays glared at his eyes once more and when his eyes adjusted again, he caught the shape of two horns curling by the side of your head like a crown and stretched wide behind you were the most majestic set of wings, a shade of deep purple. Your eyes were shut as his thumb swiped your lower lip. Were you embarrassed?

“Didn’t I tell you to look at me?” He chuckled and you adorably blinked your eyes open, lashes fluttering. God, you were so cute. He can’t hold himself back anymore.

Gently with his strength, he switched your positions. Your back landed on the soft mattress of your bed, taking you by surprise that your wings had contracted into themselves. His hands held your hips as he hoisted them onto his thighs, lifting them up. You stared at him, eyes wide. His thumb spread apart your puffy lips, humming satisfactorily at how it glistened with slick. When he returned his gaze to your face only to find it hidden behind your hands, he found it endearing that you were being shy especially since it was in your nature…

“What’s wrong?” He asked, rubbing his length between your folds, collecting your slick before guiding his head to your entrance, merely kissing with the tip. You whined into your hands at the feeling, hips wriggling for more. “Talk to me, Y/N-channn.”

“I-I have never shown anyone…” you peaked through your fingers, his ash blonde hair prettily a mess over his eyes as he looked at you with such a gentle look, a contrast to your former lover from a hundred years ago whose face had contorted in horror in a rare blood moon. “…shown anyone at will…”

“You hide this cute form of yours?” He pushed the head of his cock in, turned on by the way your back arched at just him entering you.

He sighed out in bliss, sinking slowly, inch by inch feeling the warmth of your walls hug him. It was heavenly. God, he was never going to get enough of you. There’s so much he wanted to do to you. This was just the tip of the iceberg.

“K-kisuke,” you whimpered, not satisfied with him just remaining still inside you. You needed more.

"What's gotten you so submissive, hm?" He teased, taking his thumb and massaging your clit. The pressure made you moan. "You were the one who started all this." He drew his hip back a little to shallowly rock in and out of you. His own moan accompanied yours, your walls contracting needily around him.

He was right. You were the one who started this but now you were melting in his touch, helplessly needing his touch. You believed it was the strength of his reiatsu. It was stronger than any human you've played with to just get enough energy to keep your powers available to you. His sexual reiatsu, unlike humans, felt as if you had no way of depleting it, it was making your senses and your lustful need increase a thousandfold.

"P-please, I need you." You whimpered, your hands no longer hiding your face. They fell to your side as you gripped your sheets, the slow rocking of his hips, the slow sensation of his cock scraping your walls, was driving you insane. You wanted it in full force, not like this, this was torture. If it had been just another human, you would've maintained full control. He was different.

"You beg just as cute as I thought." He smiled at you, hands gripping your hips tight. "I still have questions." Though he was stalling from giving you what you want, enjoying the obscene sight of your body shivering and aching for pleasure, and your cute lewd face, he was using everything in him to not just fuck you senseless in your bed.

"I'll answer anything you ask after!" You cried out, the burning ache in your core too much. You needed the sweet burst of relief to wrack your body, you needed the vulgar rapture of fucking to ruin you. "Just, please, please, use me as you wish." You never begged any of your victims like this.

The sweet sound of your voice pleading him like that deepened his desire for you. He'll show you just how much he's been wanting you all this time.

He drew his hips back, almost leaving the velvet heat of your walls. You were about to whine, thinking he was going to tease you to no end but no. Like a man starved, like a dog in heat, he drove back into you, fully sheathing himself again, and regulated a rough and fast pace.

Your lips parted in a silent scream, that tingling and electrifying feeling you’ve deprived yourself of in the full flux of your energy for years, sent strong, crashing waves of pleasure throughout your body. It was euphoric. Each deep stroke had your toes curling and your eyes shutting in pure bliss. Every nerve receptor was on overdrive and made the right coiling feeling in your tummy contract further.

You didn’t care about the lewd moans that left your lips or the obscene sound of skin slapping on skin and the wet squelching of your pussy as Urahara pounded into you. That burning ache within you was being scratched and god, why did his cock feel so good.

Urahara was relentless. He drew his hips back and drove them back in in a crazed frenzy, chasing his own high and addicted to the warm plush walls of your pussy squeezing him. His own groans and pleasurable moans melded with yours, the two of you a hot sticky mess of sex.

Even in the daze of carnal lust, he made sure to enjoy the pornographic sight of you on his bed, puffy pussy lips split apart by his cock and tits bouncing with each collision of his hips against yours. You were so out of it too. Your cute little tongue poked out just a bit between your lips and your eyes couldn’t even stay open, you were just spiraling in pure pleasure.

He brought one of your legs over his shoulder, angling himself in a way he could rut in you deeper. “K-Kisuke!” You screamed his name out so sweetly, his cock head kissing your g-spot repeatedly. You were just a mess of arousal. He could feel how wet you were by the way you coat his cock and even drip over his thighs and the bed. It was downright dirty. And it was all for him.

“F-fuck,” he swore to himself, thrusting endlessly, feeling a tightness in the base of his spine. He was dangerously close and it didn’t help that you were too. Your walls were hugging him tighter and you messily continued to get wetter, his cock scraping your walls over and over emitting sloppy wet sounds.

You could feel him get harder inside you and you bit your lip at how delicious that felt. He looked so pretty when he fucked you. His cheeks were pink and his skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. Your release was growing nearer and nearer. Sweet refrains of his name continued to leave your lips, begging and pleading for more, and telling him how good he felt which encouraged him to fuck you harder.

His hand caressed your lower tummy, pressing his palm against where his cock was inside of you. The pressure made you keen, your fingers gripping the sheets now.

Urahara was completely focused on the beautiful creature you were, wanting nothing more than to make you his and be the only one to hear your sweet moans. To be the one who would make those cute lewd expressions form on your pretty face. The only one to see just how beautiful you are.

His thumb finds your throbbing pearl and massaged it in circular motions. You cried out in pleasure, the added stimulation making you tip over the edge. Your walls gripped his cock tight making it almost impossible to pull out as your body convulsed. Your lips were parted and your eyes were shut as pleasure shot through you like electricity. Your hips were shaking as you came all over him, your sweet honey spilling forth as he shallowly thrusts, his balls tightening.

“F-fuck, tell me where to cum, sweetheart.” He tried to control the quick rhythm of his hips that was moving desperately to empty himself into you.

Urahara searched for your face through the curtain of his blond hair over his eyes. Your hair was strewn over your face as you panted, hips shaking and soft breasts bouncing with his movement. He needed your answer and he hoped it was the one he wanted.

“I-inside.” You sighed dreamily, watching him through heavy lidded eyes. You moved your leg over his shoulder to join the other in wrapping around his waist, trapping him in place to uphold your answer.

The symbol in your irises was glowing pink. You held out your arms, inviting him into them and he leaned forward, crashing his lips into yours as he did. He kissed you deeply, driving his cock hard and fast, focused on the hot grip of your pussy around his throbbing and aching cock. Your arms were wrapped around him as you kissed him back, moving your lips in perfect tandem with his.

Your body was still electrified from your orgasm and the continuous sensation of his cock rocking in and out of you was sending you into overdrive. You wouldn’t be truly satisfied til you had his seed anywhere on you and even better inside of you.

With a couple more thrusts and giving it all in his final one, the tightness in the base of his spine, exploded. You moaned into his mouth as you felt heat shoot inside of your womb, it made your eyes roll back in ecstasy. Urahara kept himself hoisted up as he emptied his balls, groaning as he felt your walls milk his cock. How salacious your pussy was, he had thought. You were going to drive him crazy. He remained still inside of you, relishing in the sweet victorious sensation of fulfilling one of his dirty fantasies.

He peppered kisses along your neck as your bodies remained pressed against one another. This wasn’t anything he’d experienced before. It was definitely out of this world.

“You feel so good, Kisuke.” You hummed sweetly, petting his head as the two of you laid side by side now on your bed.

He rested his head on the pillow of your breasts, his arms draped over your abdomen as yours and his legs remained tangled with one another. The climax of both your highs lingered longer than expected and you two cuddled as you both recovered from the raw mindless fucking you two indulged in.

“The things you do to me, woman.” He let out a sigh, though a little tired, his cock twitched to life wanting to bury itself inside you once more.

You giggled. “You can ask me anything you like. I did. promise you.” You lovingly pet him, your heart tied to this man.

“You’re no normal cutie neighbor that’s for sure,” he concluded, light-heartedly. He caressed your side. “How long have you starved yourself?”

You didn’t expect that…he almost sounded pained to have asked that.

“A while…”

“Myths say your kind needs semen to survive.” He couldn’t help but think of how he came inside of you as he said that.

“That myth is partially wrong.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “We don’t need it to survive. We feed off sexual reiatsu that is emitted when we engage in any kind of sexual activity with a man. The semen is the most potent form of a man’s sexual reiatsu.”

“Which means?” He was honestly curious. He adjusted his position so he could comfortably look at you as you spoke while still holding you close.

“To put it simply, to us, it’s like an energy shot. A very addicting, delicious, energy shot that our bodies happily respond to.” You explained, your cheeks warm. You couldn’t help but be flushed by him. He was gazing up at you as you spoke to him about the ways of your kind. It was unnatural and you expected a far more negative reaction, not this sweet adoration in his eyes.

“How come I’m not depleted of my reiatsu ?”

“B-because…I don’t want to.” Your voice trailed off, getting softer.

“How long have you abstained?”

“For quite sometime now. I didn’t want to continue feeding off humans…they will...have deteriorated if they kept relations with me.”

Urahara could hear the pain in your voice. You found your very being to be a curse. He assumed you had stopped because of your soft heart but that was dangerous of you to do to yourself.

Silence fell before the two of you, there was a far-off look in your eyes and he wondered about how lonely you must’ve been. You’ve probably never had the chance to really have a relationship with a human man. To be in love.

Oh, the thought made his heart ache. Luck for you, he wasn’t a human. He could fulfill all your needs if you asked him to.

“What happens if you keep continuing to…um…see… the same man? Besides deterioration.” He asked, breaking you away from your trance.

You knew what he insinuated.

“O-oh…well…I would form a bond with him but in the past, I'd always chose not to feed off the same man twice. So I never bonded with any of them. ”

“And how will you know if this bond has formed?”

He was asking very specific questions but you didn’t think much of it. Though you haven’t even formed a bond yet, you felt your heart was chained to him. You wanted him all to yourself.

“A very special mark would show up right here,” you took his hand and placed it a couple of centimetres below your navel, low and close to the apex of your mound.

Urahara followed your hand and stared at the smooth, unmarked skin.

“Kisuke…”

He’ll never get tired of you saying his name.

“Yes?” He looked at you once more. His pretty little goddess.

“What are you really? Your reiatsu is different from a human. It’s stronger and there’s so much of it.” You cupped his cheek. “You’re no ordinary shopkeeper.”

He didn’t feel the need to hide the truth from you. You had shown him your true form, which he didn’t understand why you were ashamed of. To him, it was cute and sexy. Every man’s sick fantasy.

The playful and aloof facade he always wore, faded. His eyes were serious now but still gazed at you gently. The tone of his voice was no longer in the usual happy melodious tune he took. “I was once a soul reaper, my dear.”

You blinked, surprised at the revelation that explained his reitasu being different from anyone you’ve ever met. You knew of shinigami , you see them in Karakura town both in their true form where other humans can’t see them, and in their gigai . You didn’t expect your handsome, cute but pervy, neighbour to be one.

“I see.” Was all you said, still holding the man in your arms who comfortably remained in your warm embrace, his own limbs draped over your own.

Your brows furrowed when you felt him slip away, sitting up beside you, his broad muscular back flexing as he did.

“Kisuke?” You sat up too, on your knees.

He glanced at the call of your name and shuddered at the cute sight before him. Naked skin glimmering, cute eyes staring at him, little cute horns curled on each side of your head and your wings relaxed behind you, had him enchanted by you once again. He was down bad. Very, very bad.

He sighed, turned to face you, and inched close. His surroundings were clear of that haze your energy created. The entirety of your room was clear and no longer blurry, yet this invisible glowing halo on you still remained.

“The sun has set.”

Was he leaving? Your heart cracked at the thought. You didn’t want to use your powers to keep him, you wanted him but you wanted him to want you for you of his own volition. “Y-yes it has.”

“We shouldn’t…” He looked down, his hair falling over his eyes.

You understood. A little ashamed, dejected even, you slowly brought the sheets up to your chest, covering yourself as you bit your trembling lip, waiting for words that would feel like a knife pierced your chest.

“We shouldn’t waste any time then.” Urahara nodded, as he came to a decision about whatever he thought.

You blinked, confused. “What?”

In a flash, you found yourself, torso down on the bed with a pillow underneath you to keep you comfy while his hands firmly gripped your hips, hoisting it up. You yelped at the sudden position, feeling the remnants of Urahara’s seed unloaded into you that didn’t fit in your womb anymore, leaked out of your messy slicked hole.

“Oh wow, how messy.” He teased and then blinked. “You didn’t tell me you had this cute tail!” From the base of your spine and extended was a slender black serpentine tail.

His reiatsu was insane. One encounter with him replenished your powers and awakened your true form. No one ever had this effect on you. And he thought this form, horns, wings, and tail were cute?!

"Ah!" A ticklish shudder ran up and down your spine. The sound that left you was a mix between a moan and a yelp. "D-don't do that." You whimpered, legs shaking.

"Do what?" He played innocently, fingers trailing over where your tail connected to your spine. He was enjoying having you under his control. Then repeated what he did again, watching the way your thighs shook and your cute pink pussy pulse.

"Don't pull at it!" You whined, feeling embarrassed. You've never, ever, dared to be seen in your true form. You buried your face into the pillow and Urahara was screaming internally at how adorable you were.

"Awe, I'm sorry." He pouted, caressing gently the base of your spine. "Why are you hiding?"

"I-I'm just not used to being seen like this."

"But you're sooo cute, like this." He replied, pressing himself against you, slowly rubbing his hardening length between your folds making you mewl.

"Y-you want to..." you panted, losing yourself at the friction of his cock rubbing your clit. You wanted him again and more if he was able. You didn't want to tire him out. "...again?"

"I told you didn't I?" He popped the head of his cock into your pussy once more, slowly filling you up inch by inch. "We shouldn't waste any time." Urahara groaned, balls deep inside you once more with the gorgeous view of your back curved with your plush ass against him.

You squealed into the pillow, unashamedly pushing your hips further back to feel him deeper.

"By the end of the night, Y/N-chan," he huskily spoke, gently tugging at your tail. The action made you squeeze around him deliciously, arousal tickling your whole body. "We're gonna make sure I leave that mark."

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Imagine: You and your childhood best friend, Ichigo Kurosaki have a situation-ship and you’re dying to know the dreaded yet infamous question... what are we?

Pairing: Ichigo Kurosaki x Fem! Reader

Content: eventual smut (18+ content), vaginal sex, fingering, lots of kissing, cavity inducing fluff, fluff and more fluff! wholesome date night at home w/ Ichi, references drug use/smoking, best friends to lovers obvi <3

a/n: my first ever Bleach fic! This was super self-indulgent and has been sitting in my drafts for months. There’s not enough Ichigo content on this app so I needed to show my ginger boy some love 🧡

You and Ichigo stood side by side in your bathroom, heads leaned over in your respective porcelain bowls, rinsing away the white cleansing foam from your faces as your hips swayed from side to side to the deafening bass coming from your Alexa speaker from your bedroom. “Drizzy Draco” blared so obnoxiously loud, your neighbors definitely hated you.

“Remind me again why I have this ridiculous thing on my head?” The Kurosaki scowled and pointed at the fuzzy white cat ear headband that was expertly pushing back his messy pile of long tangerine locks. He grabbed a nearby towel, wiping his face and turned to face you; arm resting on the white countertop.

You chuckled, still swaying to the music, now wiping your own face dry; reaching for the small black circular container of your favorite Rosy Cheeks face mask.

“Because. You’re the prettiest kitty I've ever seen.” you taunted and stuck your tongue out in jest, reaching out to pinch his cheeks that were burning red to which he swatted you away.

“Shut up.” Ichigo playfully pushed your shoulder back, his orange brows still furrowed together.

Laughter erupted from your throat. “It’s actually to keep your hair out of your face, silly.”

Teasing Ichigo had been a favorite pastime of yours for many years and God, he was so easy to fuck with.

“Also - can we turn this shitty music off?” Ichigo groaned, shuffling to the bedroom to find the “off” button on your speaker to which you followed quickly behind him rolling your eyes at your pretty, yet dramatic grumpy boy.

“Damn. Put the claws away, kitty.” you retorted to the redhead who then glared at you, unamused. Truthfully? He loved your teasing. He loved everything about you even when you were giving him a hard time.

“Hey Alexa. Next song.” you commanded to the small white device to which it began playing a tune by The Weeknd you quite loved; Die For You.

“There. Much more chill.” Ichigo said, breathing a sigh of relief as he followed you back into your bathroom and rested his backside on the counter. “What next, y/n?” he inquired.

“Close your eyes.”

One brow rose as Ichigo carefully eyed you, suspicious of what kind of antics you were up to. You caught a sense of his apprehension as you took a step closer to him, just barely closing the gap between your body and his.

You huffed. “Do you trust me?” you asked, slightly frustrated, crossing your arms over your chest, pushing your cleavage together that was once hidden and buried deep within the cotton oversized shirt you wore.

Ichigo parted his lips to respond when he paused momentarily; his eyes quickly averting down to the now prominent curvature of your breasts - his Adam's Apple bobbed as he swallowed harder than usual; he felt his cheeks burn once again, painting his tanned skin a pretty shade of scarlet as your warm breath tickled his neck.

“Mhm.” he mumbled as he shifted his eyes literally anywhere else but your chest. A sense of embarrassment washed over him as he awkwardly tried to clear his throat. If he could crawl out of his own skin, he would’ve as he sat patiently awaiting your response, hoping you didn't notice his indecent looks at your figure.

You and Ichigo had gone on plenty of dates over the past 3 months thanks to the help of Rukia, Yuzu and Karen who bullied him into growing a pair and finally asking you out after all these years but from very early on in your romantic relationship, the two of you had never taken it to a level past heavy make out sessions and even that only recently became a semi-regular occurrence.

Ichigo wasn’t inexperienced in this department, but you were always his friend before his lover so the idea of the two of you pushing the boundaries and going further than the innocence of kissing had always been an overwhelming thought, to say the least.

“Great, so eyes closed Kurosaki.” you demanded once more, voice slightly raised. You stuck your finger into the black container scooping out the baby pink mud and slathering it across Ichigo’s cheek. The moment that the thick, chilled cream slid across his face, his tall figure jolted in shock feeling the unexpected coolness on his skin.

“What the hell is this, woman?” He cried, trying his best to stay calm. He peeked one eye open only to be greeted by your grinning face and a finger covered in a pink substance that he wasn't familiar with, although he very much enjoyed the scent. His heart skipped a beat to see how much you were enjoying yourself. He was a sucker for your smile, after all.

Ichigo was the CEO of acting perpetually bothered by anything he didn’t deem to be “cool” but deep down, he ate it up. Every weird quirk, every goofy activity you begged and pulled him into - he was secretly going to enjoy every moment because he got to be in your presence. His favorite place to be.

“A face mask, stupid.” you playfully snapped back as you continued to smear the cream all over his face, careful to not get any product in the random tufts of orange hair peeking out from the headband.

“It’ll make your skin feel calm & soothed.”

“Hmpf.” Ichigo decided against any further snarky comments and finally fell in line with the evening's activities. He stood with his body relaxed against the countertops, his legs slightly spread allowing just enough room for your body to fit between them as you finished his face mask and began working on your own.

Ichigo watched you intently as you spread the mud over your own face. He couldn’t help but crack a smile at how adorable you looked with your sunshine yellow headband with matching cat ears, similar to his own.

She’s so pretty like this, she has no idea.

Thoughts of fondness swirled his brain as he admired your every move. Every drip of pink mud you dropped into the sink, every hand motion, every shake of the head to adjust your hair from getting caught in the sticky face product, he adored.

You caught a glimpse of those gorgeous chocolatey eyes that were filled with warmth and admiration as you noticed that Ichigo was unbelievably focused on you doing something so simple. So regular.

“Ichi...” you began, turning your head to face the ginger. “What are you staring at?”

Shit. I must’ve zoned out.

“Uhh. zoned out, I guess.” he shrugged and tried to play it cool, dropping his head to the floor cursing at himself that he missed a perfectly good opportunity to compliment you; to tell you how beautiful you are with your t-shirt that fits way too big and your messy hair that sat atop your head.

He could have said literally anything else but choked, as words of affirmation had never been his strong suit and proclaiming his feelings? Forget about it. The vulnerability of pouring out his heart made his skin crawl but lately he had been trying to be more vocal about how he really felt for you, slowly but surely. He decided that he would merely try, for you.

“Well, can you go get the snacks Strawberry head?” you laughed, inspecting yourself in the large mirror in front of you, brushing off the sudden nervous energy Kurosaki was giving off.

Ichigo blushed at the nickname that he pretended to hate but secretly loved and left towards the kitchen to hunt for the endless amount of snacks you always had stocked in your pantry. As he passed behind the couch, he caught a glimpse of comforters and pillows littering the living room floor where the two of you would be spending the remainder of the evening. He had the idea to turn the random pile of sheets into a fortress, grabbing nearby chairs and any items he could find that would provide a stable base for the pillow fort he dreamt up.

You rinsed your face after letting the mask sit for another few minutes and began slathering on an array of serums and liquids to regain moisture in your skin; a step you knew Ichigo wouldn’t have the patience for. You massaged your go-to night cream into your supple skin and tore off the headband - quickly brushing through the hair that had already begun to tangle being in a high bun for so long.

After completing your bedtime routine, you popped your head out of your bedroom to find a pink, crackly faced Ichigo who A. had rearranged and tore your living room to pieces and B. Let his face mask sit way too long.

“A pillow fort?!” you gasped and clapped with delight as you approached the mountain of blankets that Ichi had intricately sprawled across the living space. Ichigo walked over to you with a grin, proud of what he’d done. This was something that the two of you used to do together as kids, so it made the gesture that much more special.

“I figured it’d make you smile.” Ichigo expressed, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on your cheek, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling your body close to his. He observed the way you routinely scrunched your nose whenever you got excited and he swore his heart momentarily stopped.

“Ichi… It’s perfect.” You tightly gripping Ichigo’s hip bone allowing your body to melt into his as you stood back admiring his work.

You gave Kurosaki all the praises for his cute gesture before telling him the mask had run its course and that he needed to rinse it off. As you made yourself comfortable inside the cavern of blankets, you mindlessly scrolled through Netflix trying to find a movie to put on while shoving pretzel sticks into your mouth, awaiting Ichigo’s return.

Ichigo had eventually walked back into the living room where you resided, dropping to his hands and knees, careful to not let his tall stature drag the whole fort down with him, doing his best to settle himself comfortably next to you.

Your eyes were so fixated on the TV screen that it hadn’t occurred to you that you were now perched beside a half naked Ichigo who was only still wearing cotton sweat shorts but no shirt. Your mouth slightly dropped open in shock as you sharply inhaled, sending your half eaten food down your throat. You sputtered and coughed trying to regulate your breathing.

“Dammit! Are you alright?!” he exclaimed, tossing you a bottle of unopened water and gently patting your back, those yummy muscles flexing with every movement. You quickly gulped the liquid, thankful that you were finally able to catch your breath.

“This sexy bastard. He knows exactly what he’s doing.” You thought to yourself as you feast your eyes on a shirtless Ichigo. His rippling 6 pack laid out on his wonderfully sun kissed skin and those damn sweat shorts that hung teasingly low off his hips made you lightheaded. You were sure you’d caught a glimpse of his dick print and you could feel your pussy slightly spasm on its own accord.

“Y-yeah. I’m fine.” you stuttered, nonchalantly wiping your sweaty palms on the comforter beneath you, still in shock that your best friend had developed into a fine ass grown man.

Seeing Ichigo this way stirred something new in you. A longing. A feeling within the depths of your loins that you’d never experienced before, at least - not for him. You lusted for him. You wanted his strong hands to explore and glide across every bit of your feverish skin not leaving a single place untouched. You wanted to experience all of him; mind, body and spirit. You were suddenly aching to see what was hiding underneath the fabric that adorned his sculpted body. The man who’d previously stood in your bathroom with goofy cat ears on his head is now sitting before you looking like a fiery Greek God.

“What movie, babe?” The redhead casually asked, scooting closer to you on the blanket, shoulder nudging you out of your thoughts; his thumb resting on the Hulu button on the remote.

“Mmm, do you really wanna watch a movie, Kurosaki?” you purred right next to his ear, causing his face to flush - caught off guard but quick to catch onto your tempting suggestion to do something a little more interesting.

You slid your body in front of Ichigo’s, completely blocking the view of the TV and leaned in mere inches to his face, causing him to drop the remote, not expecting the sudden closeness.

“Isn’t there something else you’d enjoy a bit more?” you teased, attaching your lips to his, giving a quick peck without allowing him a chance to respond to your requests.

“Sure is.” he agreed, reaching for your waist and hoisting your upper body from the floor and onto his lap. The way he manspreads in his shorts allowed plenty of space for that ass that he loved so much to settle right on top of his manhood.

“-But i could show you better than I could tell you.” he smirked, digging his fingers into your flesh.

Your legs were spread on either side of his muscular thighs, feeling the tickle of his wispy strawberry blonde hairs on your own silky smooth legs as you slinked your arms around his neck and reattached your lips to his. Ichigo wrapped his long arms around your midsection pulling you close to his chest as you swiped across his lips to gain access to his sweet mouth.

You ran your fingers along his bare chest and began slowly gyrating your hips while sat perched on top of his lap, pushing your ass further into the now growing bulge in his shorts causing him to swiftly inhale at the pressure on his cock. Your heart beat faster as you deepened the kiss; your tongues swirled each other as if in a dance for dominance, tasting every bit of the cool mintiness that lived in Ichigo’s mouth and consumed his every breath.

You felt his dick twitch within the confines of the fabric underneath you causing you to grip onto his neck much tighter than before. A deep, raspy chuckle left his mouth, but he didn’t say a word and let his actions speak for themselves. Ichigo dipped his head down and pressed his warm mouth to your collarbone, peppering delicate kisses across the tender area, evoking a series of quiet whimpers to fall from your lips.

That was it. That spot was all you needed. Little did he know, collarbone kisses were your weakness and goddamn, were you putty in this man's strong hands.

Your fingers grew impatient and jittery, immediately finding their way to the waistband of his gray sweat shorts, boldly tugging; eager to pull his cock out in all its glory. The rush of it all quickly sent you into a spiral without a second to think, however; Ichigo instantly gripped your wrist as your fingers were already hooked deep into his shorts.

“We don’t… have to.” Ichigo assured you as he tried to calm his now erratic breathing. His crimson hair just barely shaded those gorgeous eyes that were now staring deeply into your own; full of concern. He wanted you so badly. He had fantasized about this moment with you for far longer than he’d like to admit but wanted to be sure you weren’t feeling any pressure to take things further.

“Please, Ichi… I need you.” The certainty in your voice was enough to cause Ichigo to slide his shorts down to his ankles, freeing his massive cock from the fabric.

Your eyes grew wide as your gaze was fixated on the girth, the length, the precum that pooled at the red tip. You were so enamored, you could have swore that drool had formed in the corners of your mouth. You quickly threw your t-shirt over your head causing your breasts to fall freely out and slipped your own shorts off as you settled your head on a nearby pillow.

“Fuck, you’re absolutely beautiful.” he breathed out, lust filled eyes blown wide as he towered over you perched on his knees. He couldn’t believe the wonderful view he had; your naked figure fully exposed - ready for him. He noticed the glistening slick that pooled between your legs and he beamed at himself, proud that he’d already gotten you to that point without having barely done a thing.

You smiled and reached up, tangling your fingers into his messy tangerine hair pulling his body close to yours until he was fully on top of you, planting another sweet kiss on your lips before pulling away to admire you once more. He reached down and swiped a finger along your wet folds, causing you to whimper and shudder underneath him.

“You’re already so wet for me, goddamn.” he mumbled. His chest burned and felt as if it was going to cave in. His dick was rock hard and throbbing and Ichigo needed you to be writhing and screaming his name the way he’d imagined in his dreams.

“Please… more.” you moaned in response to his fingers exploring your heat already beginning to clench around him. He plunged 2 digits deep inside of you feeling your juices coat his knuckles, eager to loosen you up for his cock.

Your mouth hung open causing your throat to go dry and hoarse as Ichigo continued to sink his fingers inside your pussy. He leaned up and attached his warm mouth to your larger breast, skillfully sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud, letting the melodic sounds of your moans fill his ear.

That night, Ichigo had taken you to heaven when he stuffed you full of his thick cock, whispering sweet nothings in your ear about how much he’s needed you and how much you mean to him with a dash of naughty praise.

“You. feel. S-so good. y/n.” Ichigo whined in between each thrust; his shaky breath an indicator that he was close to his climax. Ichi was lost in bliss, stuffed between your luscious thighs, savoring the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of your gushy walls. Absolutely nothing felt better to him than being inside of you.

As you repeatedly called out for him, your lover took you higher and higher in ecstasy. When Ichigo’s eyes weren’t screwed shut from the intense waves of pleasure that crashed into his body one after the other, he shyly made eye contact with you through the last few thrusts he could muster. It was all too overwhelming and you were absolutely stunning.

In your final moments together, the air was filled with the sounds of his heavy balls slapping your ass and sensual chants of his name alongside a slew of curses. His orange hair clung messily to his forehead as he pumped at a steady rhythm, giving it everything he’s got; feeling his red, swollen tip kiss your cervix. Your toes curled as you cried out Ichigo’s name for a final time, letting your body melt into the mound of pillows beneath you as your orgasm hit you, clawing mercilessly at Ichigo’s back, creating red welts that were certain to scar.

The ginger soon pulled out; his pretty flushed face contorted and immediately spilled his seed onto your tummy, labored pants and a moan of your name accompanied his climax before placing a gentle kiss on your lips - getting lost in your natural aroma before collapsing breathlessly next to you.

There was a comfortable silence between you and Ichigo as you redressed yourself by slipping into his large distressed tee. What could you say? You’d been casually dating your childhood best friend for the last few months and now you’d crossed a huge line in your relationship without knowing exactly “what you were”. It was confusing to say the least. You called each other pet names, gave sweet kisses to one another, went on dates… all the things - but the newfound added complication in your “relationship” is one that made your head begin to hurt trying to figure it out. You needed a smoke to clear your mind but it almost felt like there was nothing that could pull you from the depths of your thoughts, replaying the erotic scene that just occurred in your living room.

Hues of white and gold twinkled brightly as they hung methodically on the wooden banister of your balcony illuminating the space that was otherwise consumed by darkness. You stared out into the distance trying to make sense of everything until a tall figure standing in the doorway startled you back into reality.

“Mind if I join you?” Ichigo asked hesitantly after clearing his throat. He leaned against the balcony doorway awaiting your response, slightly fidgety. It was evident that this was heavy on his mind as well yet he couldn’t find the right words to say.

Your smile was warm and inviting when you said, “Sure.” and motioned for him to sit in the wooden chair next to yours. The lighter you’d been clutching had flicked on as you held the pre rolled joint up to your mouth, carefully cupping the flame to light the stick.

“So-”

Both you and Ichigo speak at the exact same time. A giggle erupted from your throat at the slightly awkward start of your conversation. Ichigo’s face immediately turned beet red therefore, he was thankful that his blush went unnoticed in the surrounding darkness.

“You go first-” he began, nervously scratching the back of his orange locks.

“No, you-” you laughed and nudged his shoulder as you took a drag from the joint and blew the smoke in the opposite direction of your…. Boyfriend?

“I uh, got you somethin’” The Kurosaki reached inside his hoodie pocket and pulled out a velvet blue box. He was never one for flashy gifts but taking your relationship to the next level meant showing up in ways he never had before. Ichigo’s hand shook violently as he revealed the special keepsake and presented it to you.

Your eyes sparkled as you reached out to grab the box before slowly opening it. A hot tear pricked your eye as you saw a dainty silver chain with a heart locket hanging heavily on the end.

“Ichigo, you shouldn’t have.” your voice trembled as you inspected the adorable gift. Your heart swelled seeing a black and white photo booth picture of you and Ichigo being silly together a few months back. It was the first date you’d been on as a couple and the very first time you’d ever kissed so you deeply appreciated its sentimental value.

“Thanks, Ichi. It’s perfect.” you say sweetly to which he leans over and kisses your temple. You immediately pushed your hair out of the way to allow the new keepsake to be clasped around your neck. You paused, clutching the jewel and holding it close to your chest as you stole a peek at Ichigo who was now blushing profusely.

“Rukia says a way to a woman’s heart is to be more thoughtful, so…” The red head trailed off. Your heart leapt. Ichigo was such a gem and because you valued him as a figure in your life, you decided to proceed with caution.

“You already have my heart, Ichigo… you should know that.” You said gently, reaching over to link your fingers with his trembling ones.

“Do I?” he questioned, gripping your hand for dear life - ignoring the clamminess building from his nerves. “This is still all so new to me…”

“Of course you do.” you replied, now shifting in your seat to directly face him.

“But I have to wonder, what are we…? You held your breath as your joint found the ashtray; fiery embers floating away from the stick before taking another hit.

The forwardness of your question caught Ichigo off guard as he is never one to confront his feelings head on but he could hear the confusion… the brokenness in your voice and felt that he owed it to you - just this once, to muster the strength to be honest with you and lay it all out there.

“You’re my best friend, y/n. The person I trust the most.” Ichigo’s chocolate eyes now bore into your own as he gave you every bit of his attention, still clinging onto your fingers. Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach as the words “Best Friend” rolled off his lips.

It stung. Surely, you weren’t just his friend, right? It was vastly more complicated than that and at this point, you assumed there was no returning to the way things were before. Your face scrunched at his confession; your hand instinctively wanting to pull away from the boy who you felt had been toying with your feelings for too long.

“However, I don’t want to settle for being just your best friend… I want more.” Ichigo finally confessed, now breaking eye-contact due to sheer embarrassment that he’d just put himself in such a vulnerable state. You stared wide eyed at Ichigo replaying the words he’d said over and over, letting them resonate in the deepest crevices of your heart.

“Are you sure?” Your eyes pricked with tears and your face felt like a furnace hearing that Ichigo Kurosaki wanted you and not just as a friend but as his girlfriend. Ichigo cracked a warm smile before continuing.

“Never been more sure about anything else.” He beamed, giving your hand a firm squeeze. “You understand my moods, you challenge me more than anyone, you’re bold in the best of ways and you’re just, different, y/n…” Ichigo looked lovingly into your eyes, his cheeks bright red from having given every bit of emotion he could give to you.

Your mouth hung agape as you listened to the sweet words that left his mouth, shocked that this was the same boy you’d grown up with.

Ichigo, now aware of the fact that he had rambled a bit, laughed nervously. “I’m sorry I’d been so stubborn about my feelings in the past…-” but before he could say another word, your lips met his as a sign of your acceptance of his love and new role in your life.

“Does this mean we get to have more spa nights?” you cooed after breaking the kiss as your forehead rested on his - your boyfriend, Ichigo Kurosaki.

“Fine, but no more kitten ears.”

tags: @jordyn-degas ❤️

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my0vershareworld · 7 months

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𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖

Pairing: Bambietta Basterbine x Fem!Quincy reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, one shot

CW: love a zombie.

Word count: 1510

Requested by anon (ik who u are): BAMBIETTA BASTERBINE X FEMALE READER AUSIAKASKKWEKEKEJ

you have been falling in love more and more deeply with one specific Sternritter for a while now. Sternritter E, she was one of the female within the Wandenreich and is known as both a really hot-headed girl and also a really cruel person, she doesn't seems to act like that towards her friend group though.

you've seen her time to time inviting a male Quincy worker to go to her room just to came out without that guy. it was weird even to you, did he die? it was very likely. but weirdly enough there was time to time where you would caught her staring at you but the moment you taken notice she would look away. you weren't sure if she was judging you or some sort..

you never really knew her that close or anything- you don't even know or friend with any of her friends too! you were almost like a secret admirer of the Sternritter. but thankfully despite walking and all the staring at her you weren't caught red-handed nor you were exposed for liking the same gender. you knew it was weird, knew Yhwach wouldn't allow the relationship between a Sternrriter and a lowly Quincy like yourself. what was your worth to her anyways? you are nothing compare to the Sternritter that you love and held so dearly to about.

until one day suddenly a blond child came up to you and offer you her food, it was a box of some stick covered in chocolate- pocky! you weren't sure why one of the Sternritter like her was talking to you, even worse, why was one of your crush's friend trying to offer you a nice thing like this? so all your did was..kindly refuse the kind offer made by the blond kid. she pulled back the box and eat three of the pocky in one chomp.

"you're {name}, right?" she asked with the pocky stick in her mouth.

"yes, why? is something the matter?" you asked, a bit anxious of why was a Sternritter starting to talk to you.

"you're a rare female worker, you should get along with us bambies, ya know? it isn't safe ta' be round' these part with no one"

bambies? like- Bambietta? Bambietta Basterbine? is that what she called her friend group? does the name means that she's the leader of them all? "uh- I'll try and get along with them then!" you said trying to hide the confusion but also shockness in you. why was this one inviting you to be in a friendgroup full of Sternritters?? no no but she already said the reason- oh fucking lord-

"come to Bambi's room if ya really wanna be friend" she said as she walks off. huh. this feels almost like a prank, specifically with the dead tone voice of the little girl that talked to you. she seems so dead- almost emotionless you can say- weird- but you're just going to go to Bambietta's room right?- this is your only chance that you're going to get with your crush c'mon now!

and so you did. Sternritter G, Sternritter T, Sternritter P, Sternritter Z and also your crush were all in the room-

"oh..she did came" the pink head said "told'cha she'll come" the kid said this time "wahhh us girls need to stick together!! I'm so glad ya accept da' invite and came here!!" the Z said with a smile and a giggle coming out of her-

and then there was your crush. "hmph. whatever you guys fucking want. you guys always do what I never told ya ta' do!!" she said before she got up from her bed from sitting there "I'm leaving!" she said as she put on her white cloak and walks out the room as she bump your shoulder. ow. that hurts.

"don't mind her too much, she's always like that" the blondie said as you stood frozen, was that a rejection to you or some sort? it feels almost like it. your chest hurt. that felt like a rejection, does she always knew that you liked her? there's no way right? nobody knew!

but nevertheless you guys actually talked, without Bambietta because she left and never came back. after a while of talking you guys all become friend and you became one of the Bambies automatically. but despite then Bambietta does not seems interested in you at all. always avoiding you and also keeps walking off from her friends the moment you arrive on scene. is really bitter to you

yet the first invasion within the Seireitei have came through and you have to go and fight as a Soldat, covering up your whole body enough to the point that nobody could tell if you're a guy or a girl. you fought and fought and came back within Wandenreich with victory in your hand, but you also got a few wounds here and there- so that was not nice- Giselle noticed onto your wound and she immediately swoons over you

"hey hey lemme heal y-" she was cut off by Bambietta throwing a bomb nearby her making both Gigi's hair and your hair flew to the side, it was a very bad impact and almost made both of you flew but thankfully because Gigi was on top of you you technically couldn't fly.

"oh c'mon Bambi-chan-" "NO! you're just gonna turn ya own friend into nother' zombie! don't think I'm stupid!" she said shouting at the girl as Gigi only frown

"NOW GO!" Bambietta yells, it was a bit confused with you because she never really seems to ever cared about you- but now she do? it was an odd situation. she walked over to you and give you her hand to help you up and you accept it

"ya need bandage? I got some in my room if ya want em'" she said pulling you up forcefully so and looked away. "don't let Gigi touch ya. she can turn ya into a zombie. now go and get some bandage moron! stop waiting around and letting blood spill from your damn wounds dammit!!" she said shouting into your ears this time and you immediately go to her room and grab some bandage to bandage yourself up.

that was a one time odd situation though.

second invasion came through and you go and fight more enemies again- just the same routine but this time everything was done and rain starts to fall upon all of the Soldats as you looked up into the sky to see a hole within the bloody sky of the Seireitei. was this his majesty's doing? probably. but the attention was caught off before Giselle came tapping you on the shoulder as she seems to be..dragging..Bambi.

it was a frightful sight to see and your eyes widen almost immediately. Gigi was seen smiling and- was she not feeling anything? is Bambi dead? if she's dead then why's Gigi dragging her like that?

and every single of your question was answered as Gigi looked over at Bambi and then threw Bambietta at you for you to carry. she was alive..but she also seems- dead? there was also some drooling and some saliva coming down from her mouth- it was disgusting but you still couldn't bare to push away the one you know is your crush. "she's my zombie now! she lost and died within a fight but it'll be so lonely without her in our group..so I decide it was best if I turn her into a zombie!" she said cheerfully like this was a funny and not serious matter. you knew Gigi was somewhat a creep but you didn't knew she could also be this crude and cruel-

and for once. " {N-Name} .." Bambietta said your name. she said your name with tears in her eyes starting to form as she starts to hug onto you. you were shocked, because never once have Bambi ever called you by your name..

"ya never knew?" huh?

"never knew what..?" "Bambi always liked ya! I thought she was going to confessed to ya one day and thought she was going to survive but..seems the inconvenience happens at a wrong time!" she said still having that damn smile glued to her face. as you stood there in shock over what you have heard. Bambi always liked you..?

this was such a bittersweet fucking shit what the fuck? your love didn't go UNSEEN but neither did it go SEEN

it hurts. it hurts to know that Bambi always liked you but never confessed- this almost felt like it was all your fault for not be the one who confessed to her first- but your tear was cut off as Gigi drag you to a nearby debris to hide under

"Bambi-chan wouldn't want ya to get sick, right? Bambi-chan?" she said looking at Bambi who was seen clinging onto you like a little pitiful dog that misses their owner.

you have no other choice. but to love Bambi the way she is now to love a zombie.

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ribcages-and-bookpages · 2 years

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Bleach; Shunsui kyōraku x F!Reader

(nsfw warning!)

You were an average human woman, living her life. Today was an exceptionally rough day at work, so you were stopping at a bar after work on your way home. It was around 10 p.m, is late but not too late. You ran a hand through your h/c hair and sighed, taking a sip of your favorite alcoholic drink, startling slightly as someone sat beside you and ordered a drink. Glancing over, you noticed an attractive man with brown hair sit beside you, and felt your face heat up. He was very tall, and very handsome, and he noticed you stare, causing him to smirk a bit. This only darkened your blush.

"Hi, come here often?" He asks, using the cheesiest line you've ever heard as he turned towards you, but a kind smile on his face, a gentle look in his eyes. You couldn't help it as a giggle slipped past your lips

"No, not really." You said, not really someone who went to bars super often, especially this one. He nodded a bit and smiled

"Can I ask your name, beautiful? Mine is Shunsui." He says turning towards you further, and putting his hand on his drink as the bartender brought it over, bringing it to his lips and taking a sip.

"Y/n" you hesitantly said, unsure if you wanted to share your name with this man, but he seemed harmless enough. Your town was small, but not small enough to know everyone. But, small enough to constantly be caught up on all the news, since there was tvs and newspapers every where, and gossip everywhere you went.

He smiled softly

"Y/n." He repeated, sipping his drink, then laughed nervously

"I apologize, this probably seems to strange for a man to just sit next to you and ask your name. I just found your appearance so striking, and you seemed to be having a bad night and a woman as beautiful as you shouldnt be suffering alone-" he slowly picked up speed as he spoke until he was rambling, causing a fit of giggles to rumble out of you, which you could have sworn made his cheeks turn faint pink.

"Yes, I suppose it was a little strange, but don't worry. I don't think you're a creeper." You say, patting his arm, only to feel great surprise feeling it's completely solid. He's ..super muscular. Your cheeks tinted pink at the realization and you pulled your hand back, sipping your drink nervously, causing him to chuckle quielty.

"So, y/n..what's got you do troubled?" He asks, and you hesitated, then slowly got into your work troubles, even going into as far as to mention that person that made your day the worst, and he listened, and seemed genuinely interested to your entire rant.

Once done, you felt a little buzzed, having a couple drinks in your system at this point. You gave a little laugh "sorry, I bet you didn't expect me to go on a rant like that." You said, smoothing out your clothes anxiously, ignoring the warm feeling in your body from looking at this...attractive man. He smiled softly

"I don't mind at all, beautiful." He says, smiling. His cheeks tinted pink for a reason unknown to you, along with being drunk. He smiled, then hesitated, and slid his hand towards yours, before resting his calloused hand onto yours; a working man, hm?

You blushed slightly and looked up at him, and he smiled, almost nervously, like he was waiting to be slapped, but you simply smiled and put your other hand over his.

You were seen leaving the bar together that night.

The next morning, you awoke with a pounding headache and felt your mouth being super dry and made your way to the kitchen to get a drink of water, guzzling the glass of cold water, only to choke as a deep voice came from behind you

"Good morning, lovely." Said Shunsui, leaning on the doorframe of the kitchen, butt naked, his arms crossed, a smile on his face. His hair was down, falling around his shoulders and that one piece of hair tucked behind his ear, his eyes focused on your movements.

Realizing you were also nude, you panicked and tried to cover your self, blushing deeply, turning your gaze away.

"G-good morning, Shunsui-" you mentally cursed your slight stutter of embarrassment, attempting to walk past him, only for a hairy arm to grab your shoulders and pull your bare body against his, both arms going around your body. You felt your entire body heat up, and a squeak leave you as he buried his face into your neck

"I enjoyed our time together last night." He says, softly, before pressing his lips against your skin gently, causing a chill to run through your body. All you could do was nod. You didn't trust your voice. You moved your hands hesitantly to rest over his arms that were wrapped around your body in a gentle embrace.

Turning towards him, he had the most blissful smile on his face, and a slight blush on his cheeks, which only increased the heat in your face. He leaned in and gently kissed you, but before you could respond, he pulled back and sighed "unfortunately, I have to go. But ill return to you as soon as I can. It may be a few days, but I'll come visit again, my dear." He says, titling your chin up with his finger

"..if you'd like me to." He says, hope in his eyes. You felt sadness in your heart that he had to go, but understood, he hadn't told you what he did, only that he traveled far way for work.

"Of course." You said, and kissed his cheek, and he gave a beaming smile, peppering your face in kisses before pulling back and returning to your bedroom to get his discarded clothes, so he could leave.

You shared several more kisses before he left, and both shared sad looks, not wanting to admit you both held affection for eachother stronger than you should.

But, he'd be back soon.

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teamatsumu · 10 months

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Juice Box

Summary: Rukia loved orange juice, even if she didn't know how to get the straw in the box.

Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo x Kuchiki Rukia

Word Count:

Warnings: Angst

A/N: Wrote this some weeks ago when I started dabbling into writing again. Hope you like it!

The juice box in his bag had split and ruined all the contents inside.

Yuzu had been horrified when she opened it and the strong smell of orange juice hit her. She kept despairing about every item she pulled out, one by one, exclaiming how she would try to dry and fix it. When she pulled out his iPod though, dripping in sweet sticky liquid, she seemed to give up on the fact that she could return everything to how it previously was.

Mizuiro raised an eyebrow in question when Ichigo showed up at school holding a red satchel the next morning.

“It’s Karin’s.” He muttered. “Spilled something in mine. It got ruined.”

Keigo made fun of him for it. Uryuu just looked at it with his usual disdain. Ichigo flipped him off. Chad didn’t say anything. Orihime thought it was cute and ‘a nice change’.

At some point, all their words just blurred together.

It wasn’t until the sun had properly gone down did Ichigo get back home. He had been making deliveries after school, and it had taken him a little longer than anticipated because he got held up by one of the customers. Regardless, he was home now, weary to the bone and wanting to do nothing but collapse on his bed. As he changed, he could hear Kon pittering around in his closet. Ichigo hoped he wouldn’t speak. He didn’t feel like holding a conversation at the moment.

There was a quiet knock on his door once he’d tossed his uniform in the hamper. Karin poked her head in, holding up his bag.

“Thanks. That was quick. ” Ichigo muttered, taking the bag from her. Karin hummed and yawned, leaning against the doorframe.

“You know how Yuzu gets.” She gave Ichigo an almost scolding look. “Why’d you have that juice box in there? The packaging said it expired months ago. Also, you don’t like orange juice.”

Ichigo scowled at her, rummaging through the bag and looking at everything inside. He was surprised to see that almost everything looked intact. Except his iPod which was not turning on no matter how much he poked and prodded at it.

“I forgot to throw it out.” He spat. He didn’t like having to explain anything. He was tired and Karin was acting like it was his fault.

(It was.)

She blinked at the acid in his tone, straightening up and scowling back at him. “I don’t know what your issue is, but I don’t appreciate the way you’ve been acting. Either fix whatever problem you have or handle your shit yourself. Yuzu isn’t your servant.”

She grabbed the door handle and stepped out, giving him one last withering glare on the way before the door slammed shut.

Silence fell on the room. Kon had stopped shuffling around, probably listening to the conversation. The air was still. Ichigo’s hold on his satchel tightened until his knuckles were white.

What did Karin know? She was unaware of the million thoughts spiraling around Ichigo’s head. She couldn't fathom his anguish, his helplessness. She didn’t understand what it felt like to lose his powers and go from being so dependable to being so useless. She didn’t know what it was like to have not seen Rukia for the last eleven-

Stop.

A deep breath.

Ichigo’s grip on his bag loosened. He relaxed his jaw and let his shoulders drop. There was a slight creak and his closet door opened, Kon peeking through the miniscule crack and peering at him.

“You okay?”

No. “Yeah. Fine.”

The newly cleaned bag hit his desk with a thump. Some shuffling later, the covers were pulled up to his chin and he stared at the bare ceiling. The closet door shut again with a soft click.

Something in Ichigo’s mind seemed to have settled. To him, it felt like he had spent so long using every fiber of his being to not think about Rukia, that the minute he had pictured her in his brain, all his efforts had left this body. He felt hollow and empty, and all he could see was the last of her face as it disappeared right in front of him, tarnished by the look of sadness in her eyes.

That night, he didn’t fight off his thoughts any longer. He let himself think and he let himself dream of her. It was no use trying to avoid it. He missed her terribly. The days were hard enough without her there, how could he deprive himself of her thoughts during the nights too?

On his way to school the next morning, Ichigo stopped at the tiny convenience store he frequented and bought a juice box, stashing it in the far corner of his newly cleaned bag.

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dikansong · 11 months

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Baby blue

⭐⭐Story summary ⭐⭐

The day he walked into your pastry shop marked a new beginning for you, the blossoming of a beautiful friendship. But you should have known, humans are good at hiding their dark sides.

⭐Tags: Dubious Consent, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Possessive Behavior, Power Play, Name-Calling, Smut, Kissing, Rough Sex Overstimulation, Gojo Satoru is His Own Warning, Size Kink, No Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Cheating(?) Friends With Benefits, Mild Blood/injury, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat!! Not Beta Read Gojo Satoru is unhinged this fic is dark, No use of y/n Female Reader Non-Curse AU, curses don't exist here Gojo is super rich, you are a programmer, S&M

⭐I wrote this is one evening. Word count: 7.1k

⭐Minors please please please, do not interact

⭐Cross posted on AO3 under the same name @DikanSong

How did you two meet? You liked to think it was pure luck. Your shift had just ended and you were packing your things, ready to return home and take a long hot bath after so many hours of hard work. Maybe treat yourself to a snack and some home movies. After all the next day was your day off, it wasn't like you had much to do anyway. Just as you were about to leave, your colleague and closest friend at work, Hibiki, rushed in with urgency in his voice. He asked if you could cover for him, his sister suddenly collapsed and was rushed to the hospital. Being the only family she has, he had to be by her side. You didn't think much to it, instantly agreeing to cover for him. You told yourself that he would do same for you anyway.

The evening was turning out to be a slow one. You worked at a sweets and baked goods store. It wasn't exactly your dream job (you already had that,) but you were making a steady income from it. It was a nice side hustle, you got to meet with people and work on your social skills anyway. And sometimes it was fun. Your heart would always belong to coding and programming.

You positioned yourself at your post, putting on your best charismatic smile. You tried not to think too much about staying out so late, but anything for a friend right? When the doorbell rang throughout the quiet air, you straightened your back

"Good evening." You greeted with cheer. "May I take your order?" Your words died in your throat the moment you saw him.

He was tall. So tall he had to bend to enter the shop. He was dressed in a white shirt and black pants, expensive looking dress shoes in his feet. He walked towards the counter and smiled brightly. His smile was utterly stunning and his white hair gave him an ethereal appearance. You however couldn't see his eyes as they were hidden behind dark sunglasses.

He was so handsome.

Clearing your throat, you pulled yourself from your thoughts. The man leaned over the counter.

"Good evening," He replied your greeting. "Are you new here? I haven't seen you around."

Oh, he must be a regular customer then. "No sir, I'm not new." You replied curtly. "May I take your order?"

He proceeded to order quite a large batch of sweets. He paid and tipped very generously. The exchange didn't take long, he left but not without dropping a casual 'see you later'. You reminded yourself to ask Hibiki about him.

You didn't think much about him, since you probably won't see him again. When you asked Hibiki abouut him your colleague replied that he was a regular and that was all. Your life seemingly went back to normal. But three weeks later he showed up again, this time on your shift. The both of you talked while you put his order together. Mindless small talk, weather and news. You had to calm your racing heart a lot. It was awfully easy for you to slip up and mess up when in the presence of a stunning person. Especially one as stunning as him.

From that day on, he would visit almost everyday, buy sweets and talk. You slowly found yourself looking forward to work just for a chance to see him and chat about what ever came up. You never asked for him name and he never asked for yours. It was frankly refreshing. And you liked it. This went on for two weeks. Till one day he asked if you were free after work. Shocked, you had said yes. He gave you his card. Gojo Satoru, that was his name. Call me when you're ready, he had said.

And so you found yourself putting extra time into your make up and outfit. You'd stop and scold yourself. It wasn't even a date, you told yourself. You were just hanging out. That was it. Still you didn't stop going over your hair and making sure it was perfect. He picked you up and drove to a decent restaurant.

Gojo Satoru was bored. As the heir of a very successful multi billion dollar line of companies, his life was set forever. He was bored with everything and constantly seeking out new forms of entertainment. On that fateful evening when he walked into his regular sweets store and met you rather than the kid he was accustomed to, he found the change interesting. As the days went by and your conversations bloomed, he found that he enjoyed them. You were easy going but professional at the same. He honestly had no intention of roping you into his life but…he was bored. And so he asked you out.

So for that evening he treated you like a princess. The both of you talked over the most delicious curry you'd ever tasted. He asked questions about you, surface questions, nothing too serious. When the night was over, you admitted to having a great time.

"Maybe we should do this again?" He suggested, half expecting you to refuse, half expecting you to say yes.

You thought for a while, "that'd be fun."

And fun it was.

It was the blossoming of a beautiful friendship. The two of you became friends after that. And for a while, Gojo's boredom was satiated. You would got to the movies, hang out, sometimes you'd invite him over to your place and you'd play video games or watch a movie or something. It was really nice. You felt really flattered that a man as beautiful as him was friends with you.

Maybe that realization was what kicked it off.

After a year of this, you were invited to a friend's birthday party. What you hadn't expected was for Gojo to be there too. Your friend, Shouko, who was also invited asked how you knew Gojo. Shouko and you had basically no secrets from each other. Having being born in the same hospital on the same day and growing up together you knew each other so well. People often joked that you two were twins.

"He's my friend." You replied while sipping on champagne. The expensive bubbles ticked your tongue and made you feel relaxed.

Shouko's dark brown eyes narrowed. "Just friends?" She asked.

"Yea.." You replied. "You don't actually think I have a chance with him, do you?"

Shouko shook her head, a playful smile tugging on her red lips. "Just saying…just saying. But seriously though, I'd stay away from Gojo Satoru if I were you."

You didn't have time to ponder on her words as the celebrant dragged you off for a photo session. You hardly saw Shouko after that, assuming she'd left. After a few more glasses of champagne you started to feel tipsy and thought it best to get some air outside. You met Gojo outside. He was leaning against the wall, staring at the night sky.

"Hi," You greeted. He turned to you and smiled. You wished you could see his eyes. Those damn sunglasses. "Wanna go home?"

"You're drunk." He remarked casually, a small smile on his lips.

"Nope. Just a lil bit tipsy." You joined him on the wall. "Would you like to watch movies with me?"

"My place or yours?" At that moment it didn't cross your mind that you hadn't actually been to his place.

"Mine" You replied. "Hope you're not drunk?"

He smiled. "One of us has to be sober, don't you think?"

You giggled. He drove you to your place. You invited him in. After a cold shower and light dinner, you both settled down on your couch to watch a Disney classic. You blamed it on the alcohol. He blamed it on bad decisions. You kissed him. He returned your kiss. Soon hands were roaming each others bodies, clothes were flung off and you woke up alone with a burning between your legs and a tray of painkillers on your bedside table.

You went back to work, your mind in a hazy state. You remembered very well what had happened, and you remembered it was you who started everything. You felt kind of bad, for reasons you couldn't place. You didn't expect him to show up as usual, but to your greatest surprise he did. And he didn't bring up the previous night, neither did you. But after that something changed. The way you saw Gojo began to change as well.

Had you caught feelings? Was that even possible?

You couldn't deny it, he was insanely attractive. He could get any woman he wanted to jump in his lap. And he was incredible in bed too. You found yourself wanting more of him.

The next time you both were alone, you couldn't keep to yourself. This time you were free from the influence of alcohol. He was incredibly gentle with you taking his time to give you pleasure. When you wanted to return the favour he declined, telling you that this was about you. You felt wanted. It was a new feeling. When the night was over you asked him what you were. He hesitated.

Gojo was excellent at reading people. And as a result of that he knew exactly how to act around certain types of people. He knew what to say. And when it came to you, you were a wide open book. There were no secrets. He knew the type of woman you were. He knew you needed constant validation and affection. He had truly hoped you'd grow bored and leave. But to his surprise you stuck around. He saw it in your eyes as he rutted his hips into yours. The hazed look, the lovesick gaze. He knew you were in love with him. A stupid foolish thing for you to do.

"I can't do relationships." He said at last. "I can't give you that. Love and romance. If that's what you want, you should better go." He expected, really expected you to accept this and just leave.

Your heart broke, you weren't going to lie. "Oh,"

"But if you want, if it suits you, we can continue doing this." He offered. You were a modest girl, he knew that. You should refuse. You should walk away. But you didn't. Your eyes shone and you nodded. And he hated you for that. Why were you giving him the green light? We're you that fucking dumb? Couldn't you see what was going on?

"Of course…" You whispered shyly.

That was when all hell went loose.

You don't know exactly what changed but something did. It became clear to you your feelings for him. You were in love with him. You didn't know if he knew though, you hadn't told him. Gojo began to take you on expensive dates. When he came over he would bring gifts. Expensive fruit, jewelry, clothes, desserts, random stuff, whatever he saw fit. You would shyly accept those gifts. When he was not on trips you would bake him something, you knew he had a sweet tooth. And when he was away on trips he would call and check up on you regularly. It was like a relationship, except you still knew nothing about him and he wouldn't make you his girlfriend. But you couldn't deny how good it felt being spoiled like this. It only made your feelings for him grow.

You began to notice a change in his behaviors. He was a very busy man, you knew that much. But the times he was available he became possessive. You noticed how his expression would change when he saw you with a guy. You found it a bit too intense for someone who insisted on a "no strings attached attachment". But you ignored it. Of course you would ignore it, because you were so in love with him and wanted him to stay with you.

"You should stop going to work." He said after a very steamy night at his place that left your breathless and sore followed by the sweetest aftercare ever. The both of you laid in his bed, not talking. You were enjoying the silence, because it frankly hurt your throat to talk. Your back was turned to him, he held you close to him tight his thumb rubbed circles into your hip through your pajamas.

"I…I have to p-pay bills." You gasped, feeling very exhausted. You just wanted to sleep, and maybe take some painkillers. Your throat hurt so much.

"I can take care of you, you know that." His voice had a edge and his arm around you tightened.

You heart sank. You didn't like the sound of that at all. You knew he was rich alright, filthy rich and he could take care of you. But to drop your work? That hurt just to think about it. Out of the question.

You turned to face Gojo. He was staring intently at you. His brilliant blue eyes unreadable. You blinked to remind yourself why you turned. It was awfully easy to get lost staring at his jewel-like eyes.

"Why?" You asked, your heart racing. Was this the moment he was going to ask you to be his official girlfriend? You doubted it. But still it didn't hurt to dream. Then you added bitterly, "It's not like we're dating."

His jaw clenched. Often times you would pipe up the topic of dating to him and he would quickly shut it down. It was conflicting how he didn't want to date you but continued to act like you two were dating.

"Because I said so." He replied calmly, the edge in his voice gone.

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his bright blue eyes locked onto yours. The gesture was too affectionate for your liking, the eye contact too intense. He just stared at you, as if he was reading your mind. Held spellbound by his eyes, you could do nothing but blink. His lips formed a small soft smile. He raised his hand, his fingertips massaged your earlobe. And for a while his eyes flashed with lust.

You turned away from him, focusing your gaze on a beautiful painting ahead of you. His hand moved to your hair, caressing your scalp softly. You became aware of the feeling of the silk pajamas you wore. Maybe he chose the softest silk so your bruises would suffer less. Gojo was talking, but you weren't listening to him. You wondered how much the painting on the wall cost, if he would get mad should you destroy it.

From then on things got worse for you. Everything. You'd come home one day to find him already at your place. And in a bad mood.

"Where have you been?" He asked straight without a greeting.

"Well hello," You mumbled. You were beyond exhausted. And you weren't expecting to see him. How did he even have the key to your house? You didn't recall ever giving it to him.

"I asked you a question." His voice was clipped, annoyed.

"I went on a date." You replied casually. "Actually it's ready late and I have work tomorrow so…"

"A date?" He was quick on his feet, his body blocking you and stopping you from moving. You backed up and stared at him. His eyes were angry. So beautiful and so angry. You chest hurt. How dare he?! He kept you around as an option but didn't allow you to have other options.

"Yes." You replied quietly. "I went on a date." You'd barely finished before his hand gripped your neck cutting off your air flow. Caught off guard, you yelped and dropped your bags, trying to pry him off you. It was difficult. He didn't even budge.

He said your name, his voice calm. He backed you up into the nearest wall. His hold on your neck didn't let up. "You're mine. Don't you ever forget that. That being said, I don't want you with another man. Okay?"

You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to kick him. You wanted to tell him you hated him and that it was over. You wondered what was holding you back.

But you knew the answer.

You loved Gojo. And you wanted to make him happy. You wanted to make him love you back. And you thought that if you stuck around long enough that would happen, he would fall in love with you. So that was why you nodded, slowly and defeated. The smile that graced his face was nothing short of malicious. It was a sharp contrast to his angelic features. His hand left your neck and you took in an exaggerated amount of breath. He patted your head like one would an obedient dog.

"That's my girl…"

Yes. What a good girl you were for him. That night he was rough with you. He ignored your pleas and your cries, bending your body past your limits. He pushed your face into the sheets so your cries were muffled. His nails dug into your skin leaving cuts. You couldn't help but feel that he was punishing you, being rough with you to drive a point home. It hurt. But at the same time he knew the buttons to push. He knew how to make you feel good. When the pain was distracting from the pleasure you tried to focus on, he would switch and become gentler. The switch was maddening and you couldn't tell which was worse - the pain or the pleasure. When he was done, he handled you like glass, cleaning you up and drawing a bath. When he left you to soak in the bath, you cried.

"What is it?" His voice on the other side of the door asked with a sigh.

You glared at the door. "I'm okay!"

"If you're okay then why are you crying?" Gojo asked, annoyance clear in his voice.

So many things rushed to your mind at once. So many words you wanted to say. You bit them down. When you took too long to answer you heard his footsteps recede. You only cried even more.

Gojo treated you worse after that. He did things without your consent. For instance he changed your entire wardrobe, claiming your old clothes were too "drab". He made your boss fire you and when you got another job he just did the same thing. You just knew he had people watching you. In all these you know you should've ran. But you didn't. Because if you left him, how could you make him love you?

He would show up without prior information at your place and his hands would be all over you. Sometimes he'd take you to his place but nothing would change.

At first he would talk to you, ask about your day, but then he got bored of it and just went straight to taking off your clothes. You tried to get him to stay after, to talk or watch movies like our used to. But he wouldn't listen to you. He'd come, fuck you and leave. He gave you more expensive gifts, like some sort of apology for nearly breaking your body Everytime. You began to detest those gifts because for each one you had a scar or mark on your body for it from Gojo's rough handling of your body. He would tell you how much be cared for you, and how much he didn't want anyone to lay their filthy hands on you. How no man deserved you but him. He would tell you how everything he did he did for you.

He never once told you that he loved you.

You would cry yourself to sleep. And still hold on to the hope that he'd love you. How naive and stupid you were. To him you were just a meat sack with fuckable holes. You were just an option, not the option. It hurt and your heart broke everytime. You didn't know how much longer you could take it. How much longer your body could take his manhandling. You missed the old days. When things were much more simpler. When the two of you did mundane things and actually enjoyed each other's company. When the joy of seeing him was true.

Gojo on the other hand knew he was an asshole for treating you the way he was. He knew you didn't deserve it. He couldn't imagine another man treating you the way he was treating you. He wanted to let you go, yet at the same time he couldn't bear the thought of another man touching you. He hated to admit it, but you were fun. You were lonely, easy to manipulate and control. Even though you pretended to be bold he knew your resistance withered everytime he pressed for what he wanted. And damn did he know how to press. He knew something was wrong with him. But he also didn't care. The sick pleasure he got from seeing your face contorted in pain was satisfying. Your pleas and whines he found cute. Something about the way you took everything he gave you, the way you'd stare at him as he rutted his hips into you, the emotion in your eyes, the silent hope…it was an elixir he could never get enough of. You were so eager, so pliant, so demure. He wanted to ruin you.

All because of the sick love you had for him.

Who could love someone like him? He was disgusted. With you or himself he didn't know. He wanted you to fight back. He wanted you to hit him. He wanted you to yell at him. To do something other than cry in the bathroom and into your pillow. He wanted you to call him out, to get up and leave. Call it quits. But he knew very well that he wouldn't let you leave. He's too selfish for that. It's too much fun. You're too much fun. It's sick and it's abnormal, but he doesn't care.

So he continues to play with his toy, breaking it each time to see how much it can take before it falls apart. It's a sick game, but he enjoys it. Seeing you helpless, hearing you beg, being a good girl while he pushes your body into positions he knows you can't handle. Watching fear stirring in your eyes. Fear and that sick love.

Maybe something was wrong with you too. Maybe you were as messed up as he was.

You stared at your laptop absentmindedly. You were trying to work on a freelance project. But you couldn't focus at all. You felt miserable. You felt depressed, drained. Gojo was on a business trip, he didn't specify when he'd be back, he never did. You shut your laptop and walked to your fridge. There was nothing interesting there. With a heavy sigh you ran your hands through your hair. You had the urge to get drunk. Very drunk and wasted. You wanted to forget about Gojo, even for a night. With this energy you showered and got ready. You wore a racy dress that drew attention to your figure. You were proud of your body, Gojo seemed to worship it anyway. It felt like your greatest weapon. Natural makeup and dainty heels. You drove to a fancy but really good club.

The loud music was overpowering. Not really in the mood to dance, you headed over to the bar to get a drink. You thought the bartender looked really familiar. Long dark hair, ear hoops, a devilishly handsome face.

He called you name, as if confused or unsure if it truly was you.

You almost squinted. But then it but you. He was Geto Suguru, and you knew him from your uni days. Your face broke into a bright smile.

"Suguru!" You screamed above the music. "Gods, I've missed you!"

Suguru smiled coyly. "It's certainly been a while, my dear. Although I have to point out you're not one for places like this."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "I want to get drunk! Can you do that for me?" You didn't stop to think how you'd have to drive home. You weren't thinking at all.

He raised his brows questionably but didn't ask "Of course." He poured you a drink and you drowned it in three gulps.

You tried to make small talk. It had been a long time since you had last seen each other. And in that time he hadn't changed that much. He was still handsome as ever, and still chose to wear all black. Not that you were complaining, it always looked good on him. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or maybe it was the club atmosphere but you clenched your thighs the longer Suguru talked. You watched his lips move, utterly mesmerized.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" You suddenly blurted. He looked taken aback then laughed.

"No, I don't. Is anything the matter?"

You sighed. "Just some stress."

He gave you a glass of water. You scowled at him darkly. He flashed a charming smile. "Boy problem?"

You rolled your eyes. But you didn't touch the water. You didn't come her to drink water. "Duh.."

"Little wonder you're here. Do you want to talk or…" He didn't finish his sentence but you got the drift.

At first you wanted to decline. But then you recalled the countless times you'd seen Gojo with women. The countless lipstick stains, he always complained about lipstick stains, made you wear lip tints, but still managed to get some. It's not even like you were dating. If he wasn't exclusive to you what made him think you should be to him?

"You won't feel bad?" You asked Suguru.

"Nope." He replied with a wink. "I'd be happy to help out an old friend."

You knew you were making a bad mistake. You had the nagging fear that Gojo would know. But those fears were put in the back of your mind. For one night, for one fucking night, you didn't want to think about him. No. Not as Suguru's lips were on yours. Not as he locked the door to the toilet stall you found yourself in. Not as his hands explored your body at a relaxed pace. Not while he looked at you like you were the most exquisite woman to walk the earth.

"You're beautiful," He whispered in your ear, his hot breath making you shiver. He undid the zipper of the your dress, careful not to rip it. He kissed your bare skin. There was something about how he explored your body. He seemed relaxed, like he had all the time in the world. He was very vocal, praising and worshipping your body. Gojo hardly spoke to you during sex, unless he was trying to drive a point home and he did so using such derogatory words that you couldn't believe came from his beautiful mouth. You frowned when you found your thoughts drifting to him. You didn't want to think about him at all.

Suguru's skillful fingers finding your slick core drew you from your thoughts. A loud moan left your mouth as he pumped his fingers slowly while rubbing your clit with his thumb. He was being so gentle as though you'd break if he applied force, which you probably would. Backing you up against the wall, one hand in your folds, the other peeling your gown off your body. You felt him pause and opened your eyes. He was staring at the bruises and marks that littered your skin, his expression unreadable.

"Hey…"

You bit your lip. "Suguru please," You held onto him tightly. "Please just fuck me." Your face was bright red. But you meant every word you said. He leaned in and kissed your lips softly while resuming the motion of his fingers inside you. It wasn't long before you came hard, twitching and biting your lip so hard it bled.

"I don't think we should do this."

You were still calming down from your high. You stared at Suguru, his gaze moved to your bare body, but there was nothing sexual about it. He was angry. You suddenly wanted to cry. You immediately detached yourself from him and hastily fixed your clothes.

"M-maybe you're right." You said with a half chuckle. What were you thinking? If Gojo learns of this there was no telling what he would do. "I'm sorry…I…"

Suguru pulled you into a hug. "I understand. And as much as I want to know the bastard that did this to you, I can tell you're scared about something."

You returned the hug, your body trembling. "Thank you." He gave you his card.

"Call me if you need help. And I mean it."

You nodded. Without any more words you left. You headed straight outside. Tears stung your eyes. Hurt and scared tears. Gojo will be so mad, that was all you thought about. You couldn't find your car. Utterly confused, you stared at the empty spot you had parked it. Your heart began to sink.

"Yo!"

You knew that voice too well. You didn't recognize the car that pulled up in front of you but you recognized the driver.

"Satoru…"

You could feel his eyes sweep over your appearance even through his dark shades. You felt it on your face, his eyes taking in your teary eyes and revealing clothes. His jaw clenched. From what you could see he was wearing a suit. He'd probably just gotten back. He got out of the car and held open the door for you.

"I've arranged for your car to be sent home. Let's go, you'll catch a cold dressed like that." He said. His voice was calm. Too calm. You obeyed. He got into the car and started driving.

"How was your trip?" You asked, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere.

"It was cancelled." He replied simply and said nothing else.

"I'm… I'm sorry. I..I didn't mean to I just needed to get some stress off my chest and I…."

"You're sorry for what?" He cut you off, glancing at you briefly.

You hung your head. A tear breached your lashes. Your shoulders trembled. "I…I was with a man."

There was no sound in the car. It had become deadly quiet. Then a very low 'oh' From Gojo. You knew you'd fucked up.

He drove to his place. He hadn't said a word to you. You mind was whirling with the possibilities of what he could do to you. He ushered you into the white penthouse and locked the door behind him. He took off his jacket and tie. Without glancing at you he walked over to his bar and poured himself a drink.

"Satoru I…"

"Why are you so selfish?" He asked. He hadn't shouted but his tone made you flinch. His eyes were on the drink in his hand, or so you guessed. "what haven't I done for you? Am I not enough for you?"

You bit your lip. "It's not that."

"Humour me." He sat on one of the couches, stretching his long legs in front of him. You felt his gaze move to you. You remained where you stood, trying not to feel small.

"I," You struggled for words. You searched for his eyes through his dark shades but couldn't find them. "I want to be loved. I want to feel wanted for who I am and not just my body.."

"And you thought a fucking one night stand would give you that?" He scoffed. "You're more dumb than I thought." You can't really say his words hurt you, your heart ached enough already.

"You're the one being selfish here!" You suddenly screamed. "You want me all to yourself but you wouldn't even date me! You're free to do as you please, sleep with as many women as you want but I'm not! How am I selfish?!"

"Is that what this about?" He sighed in a bored manner. He took off his sunglasses, bright blue eyes now dark and muddled with something you couldn't name. "I told you at the start of this, didn't I? I told you that I cannot give you romance. Did I not give you a chance to walk away?"

Tears filled your eyes. This was beyond cruel. "That's…"

"But you didn't, you chose to stay. And now you're acting out. You're overreacting dear. Look at what you've done to yourself."

His words cut like a knife. You could feel yourself trembling under his gaze. "Satoru…."

"I have been good to you. But that's not good enough is it? You want some sappy dude to lie to you." He chuckled to himself. "Love? Love is a curse, y/n. It's something people came up with to hide what they actually want. Did I ever hide what I wanted? Did I ever lie to you? Why do you have to be so selfish?"

"Please….Satoru….stop.. "

His eyes flashed. A sadistic smile formed on his face. "You're so fucking ungrateful. You know that right?"

This was not fair. He was turning the tables on you. You hadn't done anything! It was he who was wrong! Why wouldn't he just listen to you?!

"That's not true!" You cried. "Just stop! Stop it! Please…"

He didn't. If anything your tears spurred him on. Ah, you should've known. He loved seeing you suffer.

"I get it now. You thought you could change me. Damn, you're really that dumb?" He scoffed while staring at you like you were a stupid child. His eyes were filled with disgust and anger and hatred it made you feel sick. "I thought you were a smart girl."

You wiped your eyes. Something inside you hardened. "I'm leaving. It's over." You turned to leave, your hands pulled into tight fists.

He rose to his feet in an instant and grabbed your arms, spinning your body to face him. "No. You're not going anywhere. Is that clear? You had you cahbce to leave, you didn't take it."

"I hate you!" You screamed at him. You were sure new bruises would decorate your arm with how hard he was holding, and how his grip tightened each time you struggled. "Let me go!"

He grabbed you by the hair and pulled you to the couch. He flung you carelessly but before you could escape he grabbed the back of your neck and pushed your face into the couch. You felt a sharp pain radiate from your nose to your head.

"Maybe if I fuck you senseless you won't have enough brains to think of looking at another man." You heard him say behind you, his tone full of vitriol.

You tried to scream, to beg for mercy but your face in the couch muffled your voice. You couldn't breathe. His grip on your neck was hard. Your nose was probably bleeding by now with the force he slammed your face into the couch with. Your head was pounding so badly. And the tears didn't stop. He pushed your gown up so it bunched at your hips. In a smooth motion he tore your underwear off, the straps digging into your skin and making you whine with pain.

Gojo chuckled, spreading your lips his middle finger swiping your slit. "You're already wet. I guess I don't need to prep you then."

You began trashing violently, trying to scream, to beg him to prep you first. He responded to your struggle by slapping your ass so hard all breath was knocked out of your lungs.

"Behave." His voice was dark.

You sobbed into the expensive leather couch. Your ass throbbed where he had hit you. It hurt so bad. He raised your head, forcing your body into a painful arch. You tried to get as much air into your lungs, trying to ignore the warm blood that trickled down your nose.

"Satoru please…." you cried, hating how miserable you sounded. "Please I'm sorry! Don't do this .. please…. I'll be… I'll be good I swear!"

You barely heard him undoing his belt by how much noise you made sobbing. He filled you up without any prior warning. He was huge and you were unprepared. Even though you were wet it took a lot of preparation to take his size. A scream ripped through your throat. You tried to form a coherent sentence but all you could form were gabbled words. Still you tried. You screamed for him to take it out, to be gentle. He either didn't understand you or just ignored you. He began thrusting into you at a bruising pace. Each time he hit your cervix it felt uncomfortable. You tried your best to imagine yourself somewhere else. Somewhere happy. But each harsh snap of his hips brought you back to your cruel reality.

"You feel good you know?" He grabbed your hair and raised your head whispering in your ear. "My own personal cock sleeve. So fucking perfect."

"Please!" You cried. "Please stop! It hurts! Please!"

He shushed you. "You deserve it. Take it like the fucking slut you are." He let your head drop, his hand moving to your hips, holding you perfectly in place as he bruised your insides. His other hand moved to your neck and squeezed, cutting off your air flow. Black dots were appearing on your vision. You desperately wished he'd just let you pass out. But he didn't. He lets up when you're about to faint, leaving you gasping and choking.

It hurt.

Your insides burned with the stretch he forced upon you. Your head pounded. Your throat was dry and painful from how much you'd screamed. It hurt. It hurt so much. You weeped into the couch, your skin starting to feel hot. You didn't want to feel good from this but that was near impossible. Gojo knew your body too well. And he was hitting the right spot inside you that made you see stars.

He would rub your pearl at a pace that contradicted that of his hips, so slow and gentle it was difficult to not feel good. At a point you couldn't tell if your cries were cries of pain or pleasure. Even when it became clear to him that you'd climaxed, he didn't stop. He continued to play your body like an instrument, lengthening the pleasure and setting your nerves on fire. When it began to feel really good he would grip your neck painfully hard. His nails would dig harder into your skin, he would hit you. The pain would make you cry even more but still you'd tighten around him.

"I knew something was wrong with you" he said, his body folded above yours, soft lips close to your ear. "You like this, don't you?"

"N…no…I…"

"Stop lying." It was so unfair how level his voice remained even though he was slamming you down on him. "I can feel how hard you're clenching around me. You're one crazy slut, you know that right? You're really sick in the head if you enjoy it this much. You're practically dripping right now."

He'd drive his point home by hitting your ass so hard your body lunged forward. Pitiful cries fell from your lips, fresh tears joining the dried ones on your cheeks.

"I knew it. You're just as fucked up. Tell me, did you think he could fuck you like this? Answer me!" He gripped your chin and turned your head so you met his gaze. You could barely recognize him with how crazed he looked.

"PL…please…" You didn't even know what you were begging for. Tears clouded your eyes.

He drove his hips harder into yours. You cried out, trying to crawl away from him and give your battered body a break. He let up his grip, giving you false hope that he was done with you, only to pull you back to meet his brutal thrusts.

"That's right. No one can make you feel this good." He leaned into your neck and bit the soft skin above your pulse, leaving a very visible mark. You whined with discomfort, your body going limp. "So now, be a good girl and take it."

By the time Gojo was done with you you were in an hyper stimulated state. You'd lost count of how many times he'd made you climax, how long you had to ignore the pain. The room around you barely even existed anymore. Everywhere hurt. Bite marks, bruises, hand prints, cuts where his fingernails dug into your skin littered your body. Your entire body trembled. Your throat felt hoarse with how much you had screamed. And your core felt like it was on fire. You didn't even have tears left anymore. You just wanted it to be over. In your muddled state of mind you wished he'd snapped your neck by mistake when he gripped too hard.

Gojo stared at your naked body, sweat covering your skin in a translucent second skin, his marks littering your body with bruises and he felt a sense of pride. Something about seeing you looking so small and broken made him want to protect you forever. To shield you from the outside world. Even covered in his marks and fluids, you looked demure. You were so beautiful, even though he didn't tell you that.

He ran a shower and gently washed your body. Everywhere hurt but somehow his hands soothed your skin. He prepared a soothing bath, scooped you up and placed you in the bathtub. He joined you, holding you as physically close as possible. He kissed your hair and told you how much he cared for you. And how this was all your fault. And he told you how you'll spend the rest of your days with him, how he'd arranged for your things to be moved in. That way you'd never leave. Ever. And no man would ever get to touch you again.

You barely even heard him, your ears still ringing from the amount of times you'd screamed and nearly had your brain fried with pleasure.

He turned your head and kissed the side of your mouth. His gaze was soft, almost loving. "My perfect doll," He said. "Made for me, all for me."

Turns out you still had a tear left in you. It fell from your eye, he flicked it away.

"Don't worry, you'll be safe with me."

You didn't have even the energy to move your arms. Yet you smiled at him, a tired smile. He kissed your temple.

"I love you." He whispered against your skin. He meant it. After all, you were covered in evidence of his love.

And you believed him.

#gojo satoru #jjk smut #one shot smut #angst #drabble #hurt/comfort #gojo is a menace #i wrote this so fast #unrequited affection #heartache #I need to bleach my eyes

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zabimarushoney67 · 10 months

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You may simply consider this a gush/confess if you wish.

There's something romantic to me in the complete trust involved in domination. Another person allowing themselves to become vulnerable and pliable for me.

I think its something Jushiro would enjoy. The trust involved I mean. Even in a non-sexual context. Just the intimate control involved in massaging someone (massage scenarios 👌👌👌).

Anyways, ramble done

-@dragon-anon

So anyway here you go! After a few months, I finally decided to come up with the massage scenarios/one shots for our beloved bleach captains! Our white haired angel Jūshirō being the first star of the show of course 🥰 Thanks a million for being so active here I appreciate it so much 😭🙏🏼, I hope you enjoy!👋🏽😋

🌸The Art of Touching You🌸

SS👀FLUFF💟MDI⚠️

-My take on massage one shot, story scenario thingies idk what you call them (from two different perspectives giving one, and receiving one) from 3 of our beloved bleach captains! Giving referring to reader x character and Receiving referring to character x reader

Lineup: Jūshirō Ukitake, Shunsui Kyoraku, Byakua Kuchiki

Warnings: Some groping but we’re massaging so it’s kind of an occupational hazard, medium language, roaming hands, tongue kisses, moaning from pain relief(?), brat tamer byakuya! !Minors do not interact! Mostly sfw 😜

🌸Jūshirō Ukitake🌸

💠Giving: Jūshirō places the last box, scribbled in big black sharpie, “Living Room”, down on the fluffy carpet. Dusting his hands in a clapping motion, he sighs happily staring at the stacked boxes that laid waist to the living room. Some opened and some still securely taped from the move. Taking a lone lamp from the craziness, he places it next to the sofa and turns it on before shuffling to meet you in the kitchen for dinner ideas.

Opened Chinese containers, used chopsticks, and fortune cookie wrappers decorated the rough set up area you and Jūshirō called in for the night. “You’re so tense tonight Shiro,” you speak to him in gentle consideration, knowing just how hard he’s worked today to make this move happen.

Your thumbs press into a tough knot that had formed over Jūshirō’s left shoulder, “thank your for bringing all the boxes in today, my love.” You hum gently in praise for his good work. Jūshirō sits shirtless between your legs on the floor, his hair pulled into a messy man-bun as you took place on the sofa behind him.

A stupid reality TV show played as subtle background noise, your TV sitting upon the still-packed away TV stand. A disgruntled groan left Jūshirō’s lips now and then as you pushed on his tender muscles. “Not so rough now, babe.” He hisses through his teeth and forces his bottom lip in a soft pout. The pad of your thumb swipes in large circles over the knot repetitively. “I’m sorry Shiro, I just don’t want this thing getting any worse.” You swoon apologetically at him slowly working your hands up to the back of his neck.

You had figured to give the knot some rest before you accidentally bruise him there. Jūshirō hums contently at the feeling of your gentle hands squeezing the muscles where his neck meets his back, rubbing more gentle circles between his shoulder blades. You catch yourself smiling fondly when you see Jūshirō hang his head under your fingertips. Jūshirō closed his eyes, fighting off the sleep that hung over him with each rotation.

Massage work quickly became mindless with the passing time. Cackling loudly at the TV, you followed along with the episode. This show was straight ridiculous, with it’s over dramatized couples fighting for pathetic reasons. It gave you something to focus on as your hands gripped and groped your boyfriends strong arms —the same ones you couldn’t wait to be held in later. Jūshirō sat quietly with his arms hanging over your knees, holding onto your shins with his large hands.

Gentle moans leave his mouth as you hit a tense spot under his bicep. His soft noises turn your attention there forcing your movements into soft kneads, running the muscle up and down under your palm.

Jūshirō’s lanky body melted like putty as you molded and reworked all the spots once more. Rolling his head into your lap his eyes landed in yours. “I love it when you touch me,” his voice sounding soft and faint. He’s so pretty, you thought as your heart fluttered from the look on his sleepy face, it bloomed a blushing smile on your own. “Well, I love touching you,” you cooed sweetly at him, placing your hands on his face you leaned in to place a kiss on his soft lips.

Move in day had been a success, now your life together can truly start. Forever is out there somewhere but it started here, in this peaceful serenity first.

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💠Receiving: These late hours were surely going to be the death of you at some point, you thought rolling your neck around. Stretching your arms in front of you and locking your fingers together, you swivel around in your desk chair. “Time to finally leave,” you sang happily grabbing your purse and keys from besides your desk drawer.

The office was in desperate need of overtime workers, and making a little more cash sounded pretty good to you when the email was sent out. It originally was only planned over the holidays but it bled further into the advancing Spring Semester Quota. The money was good, but it was leaving your relationship stagnant and tense, and you solemnly missed your husband, his gentle embrace, his dazzling smile.

Spending more time at the office and less of it at home made for missing a lot of things. Birthdays, get-togethers, holidays, and dates all becoming stressors and ‘extras’, then being genuine memories you create with the ones you’re supposed to love.

Opening your door and stepping through the threshold, the entryway desk digital clock flashes 11:02 pm on its black LED surface. You quietly pushed the door shut behind you and took a deep breath of your home's comfortable air. The house was dim and quiet, Jūshirō was probably sleeping you thought sadly, but he had been nice enough to leave some lights on for you.

Hanging your purse on the wall rack you kicked your heels off on the rubber mat meant for household shoes. They perched against Jūshirō’s work shoes that lay so nicely side by side and up against the wall. You smile softly thinking of the beautiful life you’ve managed to create with the man you love.

“Are you just getting home?” Jūshirō’s smooth, quiet voice jolts you from your reminiscent thoughts and thwarted you back into reality. “I thought you’d be in bed by now,” you say in surprise to his sudden appearance on the stairway. “Couldn’t sleep,” he sighed leaning an elbow on the column to the railing. “I’m sorry to hear that,” you spoke, sounding rigid —this wasn’t like either of you but going weeks, months, probably, without one another has deeply rooted this uncomfortable tension. For you anyway.

You nervously bit your bottom lip and looked down at your toes as they wiggled on the cool, dark wood floor. “How was your day,” Jūshirō pushes, noticing the slight discomfort you presented in his presence. “Long. Exhausting, you know. The usual.” You sighed out, chuckling to yourself by your nervous reaction to your husband. It didn’t feel as if you had been married to him for 10 years, but you certainly had. Getting married in your early twenties, and starting adulthood early got you here, in your own beautiful home with Jūshirō.

Taking a the last step down to your level, Jūshirō prowls behind you like a tiger, eying you up and down in your sleek pencil skirt and frilly white blouse, admiring how fitted it was around your waist. “What are you doing?” You ask stilling in your spot as he stood at your back. “What I can’t hug my wife?” “Maybe, give her a much needed massage after a long day?” Jūshirō chides you jokingly.

He laughs heartily, draping his arms around you from behind, swaddling you up against his solid chest, trapping you there. “I just-,” you stop, feeling an ache in your chest. “You work a lot.” Jūshirō began, “but, that will never change how much I love you.” His patience and fiery warmth, left you with fuzzy feelings and a deep blush covering your face. Tears collected at your corners, threatening to fall down your cheeks as you had assumed Jūshirō was fed up with your schedule.

He gently released you with a kiss on your temple. His big hands landed on your slouching shoulders. With steady and continuous pressure, he squeezed and unsqueezed your exhausted body. Pressing and ringing out your built up, untamed stress. For weeks, it had felt like the world was taking residence upon your back. Getting heavier with each passing week of long days, and 35+ hours of overtime. Jūshirō provided you with the care you desired at the exact moment you truly needed it.

Jūshirō pressed both thumbs in between your shoulder blades and rubbed in deep circles there. He could feel your upper back crack under his thumb pads. You groaned deeply with his generously applied pressure in the sorest part of your body. Your slouching habit had developed and matured to an unhealthy amount of time spent that way. You swore to yourself to correct it eventually, and Jūshirō’s loving massage was helping wonders, you couldn’t possibly ruin it by slouching more tomorrow.

Moving his fingers up to your neck, Jūshirō pushes your head down to elongate your muscles and making his thumbs trek easier along them. Swiftly up and down, his long thumbs roamed, stretching out the taut skin. “Fuck..” you breathed through your nose, the pressure was hard to bare but so needed. You dared not to halt Jūshirō’s skilled fingers.

What had meant to be a quick, simple, and loving gesture turned into a long, deep tissue massage standing in your entryway. Jūshirō kept rubbing and squeezing because he noticed just how much you sank into his touch, relaxing as you stood under him. It was sweet, and the first time he’s got to see you so relieved in weeks. The comfortable silence, your soft breathing, and little groans flooded Jūshirō’s heart with such warming joy, he couldn’t resist the grin on his face.

All these years, good and bad, you have always been a hard worker and a dependable person to him. Even now, Jūshirō understood that everything you’ve done as of late, was for the sake of your peaceful life together. Even if you never noticed the hard work you put in, Jūshirō saw it and appreciated everything you had ever sacrificed for him and your happiness together.

Kissing the back of your head, Jūshirō pulls you back into his arms overflowing with adoration for you. “I love you my dear,” “thank you for everything that you do.” He speaks softly in your ears as the clock strikes midnight.

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🌸Shunsui Kyoraku🌸

💠Giving: The radiant sun beat down on Shunsui’s tanned, muscled back. Laying underneath and soaking up the UV rays on a lounge chair, Shunsui’s long brown hair gently swayed in the salty wind as it was collected at his shoulders and upper back. This vacation was the best idea you had come up with by far.

Getting tired of the rural, in the mountains, Japanese getaways you two usually plan, this one was different. This one, landed you in the tropics of the islands. Palm trees, salty sea spray, hot golden sand, a cozy balcony, and an impeccable view of the vast blue ocean from the presidential suite, spoke of luxury and deep relaxation for you both.

A couple bottles of Tequila and Rum lay empty on the ground around Shunsui’s napping body. His beloved sake being scarce around the island, he’s had to settle for something more attuned to the culture around here. Finding out that he’s terribly addicted to piña-coladas was shocking, even for him. The fruity drink had quickly become his favorite choice anywhere you two had settled for drinks and food.

Opening the balcony door, you sway onto the warm cobbled stone of the beautifully decorated area. A colada and a chic glass filled with a sex on the beach in your hands. Gaudy pink sunglasses cover your eyes, protecting them from the sun. You place the drinks on the glass end table between the lounge chairs and slowly crank the umbrella over the sitting area. Your sheer white sun cover twirled in the breeze, slinking across your smooth skin and down your shoulders as you sat across your sleeping, incredibly handsome fiancé.

“I had some drinks ordered for us babe,” you said with a cute smile on your lips. Kicking your bare feet out and crossing them, you lay relaxed on your palms as they sink into the plush cushions. Shunsui’s smoky eyes peered open at you and a lazy smile grows across his face. “Mah, look at you,” “looking all delectable and delicious underneath the blue sky,” “my lady, is smokin’,” “and I’m one lucky man,” His deep voice purred as he pushed out his lips out against the soft cloth in admiration.

Pushing himself from his position he reaches for his colada and falls back in place on his belly. Missing the straw a few times before catching it with his lips, he finally pulls a first sip, humming happily as the pineapple and coconut flavors exploded in his parched maw. Bringing his golden aviator styled glasses down over his face, Shunsui sprawls back out on the chair, resting his head on crossed arms.

Seeing him so relaxed and carefree was rare, you gazed lovingly over his slumped body. Recently his job has become his entire world. Even at home, he spends long hours in his study, reviewing purchase orders, numbers, and stocks. So studying him now, soaking in all the fruits of his labor was satisfying for you, to say the least.

Sipping down your drink and setting the empty glass down on the table, had made room for some playful thoughts to cross your mind. Without thinking, your body crawled over his back. Spreading your knees you sat down on the back of his thighs and ran your fingers up his smooth, hot back. So warm, and such a pretty color- you thought as his burning skin moved under your fingers. A warm groan leaves Shunsui as he feels you spread your hands over his back, pushing up his spine and back down again.

“Where’s all this coming from, petal?” Shunsui hums, sorely hiding his appreciation for your efforts within his question. “I honest to God, couldn’t give you an exact answer, my love.” “I just felt like touching you, and,” “you work very hard.” “For me, for you, for our life together, and for your company.”

Your pure honesty made Shunsui’s heart swell up with emotion in his chest. He smiles fondly from your genuine words from where he lay under you. “Now look at us, living it up in the tropics,” you say the sound of your laugh getting lost in your words. “Think of it, as my token of appreciation for you, baby.” You coo. Your smile never leaving your lips, as you leaned down to place supple kisses on his shoulders.

“This was all your idea, my love.” “The best idea, might I add,” Shunsui teases playfully, grinning now after hearing your happily given praise. Your hands continue their exploration over the expanse of his back. Your eyes scanning all his delicious muscle lines, remembering each little freckle and sun spot that decorated his broad shoulders and upper back.

You knead his lower back and up his sides, quieting a moan that bubbles up as you felt his muscles flex under your hands. He’s so fucking yummy —your mind fills with all the times he’s flexed during sex, and how it drove you wild every time. This time was no different. Shunsui’s physique alone, was enough to make you drool like a puppy waiting for a treat.

You simply couldn’t help yourself as you laid down over his body and started smooching his skin. Your swimsuit covered breast pushed against his back as you arched into him. Softly licking and nibbling at him with your plush lips. “Mm fuck, petal.” “Keep doing that and you’re gonna have a hard problem in your hands” Shunsui drawls out, tugging on his lower lip between his perfect teeth. “I just can’t help myself Shun,” “I can stop, if you want me to.” You pout with a sly grin on your face. Knowing him, it would be the last thing he’d want. “No, no, no.” “Please, continue.” He spit out quickly, making you giggle as you already knew.

Your playful teasing, flirtatious giggles, and roaming hands turned into heavy panting and shrill screams as Shunsui soared you to brand new heights, right there on that lounge chair. The evening panned perfectly, ending the day with shaking legs, soft kisses, and some damn good sleep in the cali king bed. Prepping you two for another day full of adventure as you sank deeper into your week long vacation, with the love of your life.

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💠Receiving: The sound of water hissing as it’s tossed on hot stones sizzled through the air. The thick, humid heat of the sauna stuck to your skin as you slouched against the wood paneling. Shunsui ladles another hefty dose of water over the rocks, filling the room with more steam. His built body glistened, slick with sweat and his chest hair clinging against his pecs. Leaning back on the wood Shunsui places his arms on the ledge behind you, breathing in deeply as his sore muscles relaxed with the soothing heat.

You lean into his body, your towel straining to hold up against your cleavage. Shunsui’s eyes glance down at your body as you move into him, your skin effortlessly slides against his and it’s kind of a turn on — he wasn’t ashamed to admit to himself. A gentle smile spreads on his lips from your close contact and the delightful view of your towel squished bosom. “Well aren’t you just adorable,” Shunsui coos at you, blush covering his cheeks as he peered into your owlish blinking eyes.

“I figured you’d be to hot to cuddle in here,” he says affectionately, bringing and arm down and around your shoulder. “It is but, it’s a good kind of heat,” you admit smiling as he presses you against his bare chest. “This is really helping,” you say quietly, making Shunsui look curiously down at you. “Are you sore?” He inquires with a slight frown on his face. “Yeah, a little,” you sigh deeply through your nose, the hot air stinging your nostrils. “I’m so sorry,” “I tried to be gentle this time, I swear!” Shunsui pouts squeezing your shoulder under his palm. “Not from that you pervert!” You screech, playfully smacking his chest over and over.

“If not from that,” “then why are you sore, my love?” Shunsui grins, chuckling at your reaction and embarrassedly blushed face. “I did something to my shoulder,” “I don’t know what, maybe lifting something,” “but it hurts anytime I move it.” You explain, gently rotating your shoulder. You wince with a grimace as it came around full circle. “I see, do you want me to rub it,” “maybe the heat and my skilled hands can help relieve some of that tension,” Shunsui flirts, playfully pursing his lips at you. “I would actually really enjoy a massage right now,” “but don’t get any ideas Kyoraku!” You hiss, hoping your tone will sate that sexual demon that dwells in the pits of Shunsui’s mind.

“On my life,” “I just want to help you feel better,” Shunsui says placing a large palm over his heart. “Okay, I believe you,” you say with a shrug swiveling around to face away from the man. Lifting his heavy body, he flows with your movement as he placed his fingers in your towel, tugging it gently. Swatting his hand away you peek behind your shoulder, “you just said you’d help, what do you think you’re doing?” You glare at him, Shunsui lifts his hands quickly away from you as if you burned him. His pitiful face gleamed back at you, “Nothing! I’m trying to move the towel so I can get more room for my hands,” “honest.” He swore still not bringing his hands down.

“You could’ve just said that, I am so sorry,” you laugh out loud feeling stupidly relieved. “Anywhere else I wouldn’t be so on edge, but this is a public sauna,” “anyone could walk in at any time.” You rambled on apologetically to Shunsui as he lowered his hands to his lap. “It’s okay,” “I understand my love, no worries,” he grinned, his handsome smile beaming back at you. His calm demeanor allowed you some room to relax as you took your place facing away from him. Shunsui tries again this time with notification about the removal of your towel, making you snort with laughter.

Gently pulling your towel down you went to hold the front of it over your chest, modestly trying to cover your soft mounds from any random eyes that may intervene. Shunsui’s large palms run up your back, pushing inward against your spine. You couldn’t help the fit of giggles and a squeal that roused from your mouth, it tickled. “Shun baby, you need to do more pressure,” you said through your fits, arching your back away from his hands. “I’m ticklish! you know that,” you pouted, groaning as your tummy hurt from your laughter.

Shunsui sat behind you silently losing himself in his own laughter fits, his shoulders shook as he clasped a hand over his mouth . “I’m sorry petal, let me try again,” he says forcing his fits away. His sudden serious demeanor change wasn’t helping the situation, as you two fell right back into a spree of fits together. “Okay seriously, help me!” You whined out, still laughing at the current humorous situation.

“Yes of course dear,” Shunsui said with a wide smile still on his face. Moments like these were so precious to him. When you two were goofy together, everything in the world felt possible. Calming himself Shunsui raises his hands once more, this time settling for your shoulders first. His strong rough hands squeezed hard, forcing a groan to leave your throat. Gently pressing his thumbs in time with his squeezing hands felt like pure heaven, the steamy air relaxed your muscles making them more pliable under Shunsui’s duress.

Strongly gripping your shoulders, Shunsui moved them in gentle circles, reveling in the sound of your moans. Knowing he could make you moan without the sex was incredibly satisfying for him. Learning to please you in other ways was beneficial information. Especially, if you two decided to keep this friends-with-benefits thing going. Shunsui loved you, deeply, he just couldn’t bring himself to say it yet. Nervous that you would reject his offer and never speak to him again. That was his biggest fear, he simply couldn’t survive your rejection. One day though —he hoped and held faith that it would happen, that maybe you felt the same for him.

Running his grip down your arms and roaming them back up and over your shoulders had you in pure bliss. You swayed freely with his hands as they took care of you. “I’m gonna touch your back,” Shunsui warns as his fingers rest on your shoulders. “Thanks for the heads up, chief,” you acknowledge with a thumbs up, bracing yourself for his touch. Pressing his fingers in your shoulders, Shunsui drags them down to the tips of your shoulder blades. “You okay?” He hums before continuing, being very cautious now about your ticklish nature. “Yeah..” you respond weakly, feeling the excitement bubble and roll in your belly.

Laying his hands flat on your back, his thumbs swipe up and down the blade. Shunsui digs his thumbs and palms into your back and slowly moves them around. You could feel the excitement leaving as you surrendered your vulnerable back to his hands. The gentle rotation lulling the tensed muscle that was causing your shoulder pain. “You really are skilled with your hands,” you groan out feeling the pinched muscles release. “I’m happy to hear that from you y/n-chan,” Shunsui smiles gratefully, happy to make you feel good.

Not long after starting the rejuvenating massage, someone else crashed the party as they took place on the empty side of the sauna. Helping you tie your towel back in place, Shunsui apologetically shrugged at you. Shunsui was upset himself to, as he started to enjoy the feeling of your weight sinking into his hands. Figuring it was about time to head back to your room, Shunsui takes your hand and holds it the entire way back. Silently hoping you would let him continue his handiwork, and maybe a little more.

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🌸Byakua Kuchiki🌸

💠Giving: The front door swung shut, closing gently with a click as it met the threshold. Byakuya takes a hefty swig of his water bottle before hanging his mesh gym bag on the coat rack. “How was your work out?” You ask from your pile of blankets and bowl of chips on the sofa. It was about 3pm in the afternoon, and you had decided today was the day you did absolutely nothing. It was your last day off out of the week, work and being productive were the last things on your mind.

Puffing on your peach mango vape, you mindlessly watched criminal history and murder mysteries on YouTube. “It was good,” Byakuya says as he strolled to you in the living room, where you sat perched in the corner of the sofa.

The lives you lived together were entirely different from one another. Byakuya was up early, 7am on the dot. Creating his to-do lists and making a healthy breakfast before he headed to work or the gym. While you on the other hand, woke up late often, worked, came home, barely ate unless reminded, smoked your weed, and played your video games when you had the free time. Separated, but perfect when meshed together.

Instead of sitting on the couch with you, Byakuya grabs one of the decorative, large sitting pillows and sits on the ground, in front of you. Laying his head back he can feel your shins crossed underneath his neck. “Is this all you’ve done today babe,” Byakuya teases you with a smile. “Yeah? What of it?” You furrow your brows, the sarcasm in your voice poorly hidden as you stared ahead at your video, hitting your vape again. “Just curious,” Byakuya chides, his smile widening as he lowered his head to what you were watching.

Grabbing the sides of his head you leaned down to him, “What are you gonna do about it, tough guy?” You joke as your smooch his head over and over. Byakuya blindly reaches around with his hands until he found your head, “Don’t test me little girl,” “you’ll be sorry,” he says playfully before leaning his head back once more. Your lips holding a crafty smile hovered above his, “Oh, is that what you think?” “You don’t scare me, you big teddy bear.” Your smile grows bigger as you ended the teasing match. Kissing him softly for tax, you lean back and break free from his clutches.

As Byakuya lowered his head he twists it with his fingers forcing a few loud cracks and pops, as his neck released. “Whew, that was a good one,” you acknowledged with a small golf clap. Chuckling at you he grips the back of his neck and rubs it softly. “My neck has been giving me hell the last few days,” Byakuya sighs as he heavily drops his hand into his lap. “Hey..” he paused hoping you were paying attention, “you wanna rub me down?” He asks. With a mouth full of chips and a wave of your hand you respond, “later, this video is finally getting good.” “I… I didn’t mean it like that,” Byakuya says a blush covering his cheekbones.

“A massage babe,” he says bringing his hands together in front of him. “But babe, it’s my last day off,” you whined with pouty lips, still dedicated to your long list of doing nothing today. “Please babe,” Byakuya says with his eyes clenched shut and a whine equally as loud as yours. “I’ll love you forever,” He says rolling his head into your lap, his hands still clasped together in prayer. You groan loudly with an eye-roll, “Okay fine, just stop your whining you big lug.” You say with slight irritation as you pause your video and resort to some music to fill the quiet instead.

“C’mon, Take off your shirt,” You shrug with a sigh, curling your fingers in an upward motion. “You don’t gotta sound so excited to see me shirtless, babe.” Byakuya says laughing as he hoists his soft grey shirt over his head. His long raven black hair fell down his shoulders, and over his chest as he crumpled his shirt and tossed it to the side.

“I’ve heard just about enough out of you,” you snark at him as you gather his hair and push it all to one shoulder. “Lean forward so I can see what I’m working with,” you say as your hands gently push on his shoulders. “Yes mamas,” “anything for you,” Byakuya schmoozes with pursed lips, feeling all to giddy about your hands touching him.

Leaning forward and settling there, you smack your hands harshly down on his shoulders, and lazily flail your hands across his upper back. “Hey, Hey!” Byakuya barks raising his arms to break up your goofy movements. “Behave,” he said with a grin laughing with you. Your giggle fit subsided into a smile as you start squeezing on his sculpted shoulders. You begin his massage by pressing your thumbs into his muscles, slowly scrunching your hands from the sides of his shoulders to his neck.

Byakuya sighs gently, hanging his head to give you more space for your fingers. Rowing your thumb pads under his neck, you start pushing your thumbs along the bone in an upward motion. “Shit…” Byakuya breathes his hair hiding his clenched jaw as you had already found the exact spot that was hurting him. “Right there babe,” he says as his head fell further. “Do you need more pressure?” “Or is this okay?” You ask him hoping you weren’t being to rough. “It’s perfect,” he hums a smile spreading across his face.

Soft music lulled over your nice sound system, as rain began to tap and drip down the living room windows. Byakuya rested his elbows on his knees as you continued your slow presses into his neck. “Fuck that feels good,” Byakuya groans, “thank you babe, seriously.” He continued, moaning as your thumbs find a good rhythm and pressure along his neckline.

“You owe me later,” “hope you’re aware of that,” you say with a few swipes of your thumbs. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you want.” Byakuya waves you off, enjoying his massage to his fullest capabilities. “Whatever I want, you say?” A big grin sprawls over your face as possibilities started swarming your head. “Oh boy.” Byakuya says almost regretfully, as he knew you would come up with the most obscene thing for him to do later.

After a moment of your silence, worry quickly exuded from Byakuya. “Okay out with it woman,” “What do you want in exchange?” He inquired carefully, bracing himself for something silly like a strip tease, or walking around the apartment bare-ass naked for the night. “Hmmm let me think about it,” you say softly, taking some consideration and deliberately thinking over your options. “I think I would like,” you drawl out with a hum. “I think I would like a bouquet of roses,” “a nice dinner on the boardwalk,” “and a pint of Ben n’ Jerry’s ice cream.” “Yeah that sounds nice,” you squint, nodding your head in approval.

A loud sigh of relief leaves Byakuya’s lips. “Oh thank god,” he says breathily, placing a palm over his chest. “I was preparing for something way worse,” he says chuckling, his shoulders shaking with laughter as he truly believed you’d make him embarrass himself. “What like a strip tease?” You ask curiously, “that was one of them yeah,” Byakuya’s laugh suddenly switching to nervousness.

“Fuck man! that would’ve been such a great idea,” you sway backwards with howling laughter, “can I change my idea?” You say with a wide grin and your hands clasped together. “Absolutely not!” Byakuya said shaking his head quickly and waving his finger in a ‘no’ fashion. “Oh c’mon, no fair!” You whine again, sorely wishing you had said the strip tease instead.

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💠Receiving: Byakuya settled into the steaming bathtub, extending his hand towards you he helps you in. Taking his slender fingers in your own you gently step in, the water feeling hotter than usual.

“Something the matter?” Byakuya stated, peeking at you through his free falling bangs hanging out from his put up hair. “No, not at all,” you wave your free hand, trying not to provoke him in any way. “Why are you still standing then y/n?” “Get in.” His voice sounded demanding when he spoke, spooking you just a bit. “Yes sir, sorry sir.” You submit quickly biting your lip, hearing his voice like that always riled you up.

“You’re sure nothing is wrong?” Byakuya pressed, his gentler side coming out to play. “No sir, the water was just a little warm,” you say settling between his long, muscular legs. “I’ll be sure to mention that to them,” he said smoothly, his arms laying on the rim of the pristinely white tub. ‘Them’ referring to the house servant’s that were directly employed under Byakuya.

Being a big time CEO and multimillionaire came with its perks, and dating one was a new experience for you. You had never seen yourself in a big fancy, modern loft that overlooked the bustling city. Yet here you were, sipping on bubbly champagne in the same tub you and Byakua bathed together in during the week.

The steam filled bathroom smelled faintly of Byakuya’s expensive cologne, and plenty of jasmine and sage. That being the choice of bath oil he had picked for the night. Falling back gently you laid your naked body down on Byakuya’s solid chest. Your head swept to its natural position on his left shoulder.

His muscles felt good against your back, you hummed in contentment at the feel of him there. This being, the only real intimate time you got during Byakua’s busy schedule. It was always the thing you looked forward to since he always cleared that schedule, just for you.

Your arms snaked around your stomach as you got comfy on your boyfriends body, the hot water lapping just above your chest. Byakuya was silent, his eyes were hooded as he breathed your essence in. Your close proximity, and the view of your naked body underneath him made his palms itch to touch you.

Bringing a hand from the side of the tub, he gently touches your shoulder. Dragging his finger up your neck he watched as your head fell further, exposing the whole side of your neck. studying your beauty in all its glory. He swiped your loose hair behind your neck, watching as it made contact with the water, the strands soaking it up against his collarbones.

“How was your day, beautiful?” His smooth voice reverberated in the quiet room. “It was okay.” You breathed out, playfully swishing the water with your fingers. Nothing of extreme importance had happened today, you thought. You just patiently waited all day for work to be over with, so you could be swindled up in your bath time with Bya.

“Just okay?” Byakuya asks curiously his lips curling up in a crafty smile. Still gently running his finger up and down your neck, he slowly moves his hands down in the water. “Yeah, I’ve actually been waiting for this all day,” you giggle from his light touches, goosebumps popping up on your skin that lay uncovered by the bath water. The sound of your laugh exploded in the room, as Byakuya’s sneaky free hand gripped your side under his fingers. His surprise attacks were always so cute, it was like he had a sonar for knowing the right exact time for any and everything.

Pushing you up with his body he runs his hand along your belly holding you steady against him. Your squeals and happy giggles made what was usually a cold heart, warm and full. He grinned against your soft skin, slowly smooching your exposed neck. “Oh, you’ve been waiting?” He growls against your neck, lightly biting your sensitive skin. “Ah! Yes sir!” You squeak out from the feeling of his canines digging into your neck.

“Me too, baby.” He agreed honestly and kissed the bite mark gently in truce. “I love bath time with you Bya,” you replied cutely placing your hands on his knees that sat above the water. “I love it too,” Byakuya replied softly as he held you gently from behind, his head being sported on your shoulder.

Kissing the space behind your ear, Byakuya scoots back just enough to put some space between his body and you. His hands sat at your waist, his thumbs resting against your lower back. Bath time usually consisted of you two chatting, drinking, relaxing, and massaging one another.

That’s why it was your favorite, all of Byakuya’s time, affection, attention, and hands were implied for your care and only that. Gently pressing into your back with his thumb pads, he rocked his thumbs back and forth working on your tense muscle there.

Byakuya never talked about your job or what you did for a living. He simply didn’t have the time, or the interest to delve into your personal life that way. He could take care of you for the rest of your life with the money he had, but you needed your independence — which he throughly understood. But your body was always so tense and stressed. It would be wrong for him, not to be concerned about what the hell you were doing at work all day.

It truly didn’t matter what you did, where you went, who you were with. As long as you always returned to him that’s all he needed from you. So that he could care for you and make sure somebody does something about your stressed body, because you surely didn’t —brat. Byakuya smirks as his mind ran with thoughts of you.

With open hands he runs his pressed thumbs up to your middle spine, holding onto your sides gently. His fingertips skimmed the sides of your breast forcing a breathy moan to leave your parted lips.

Byakuya watched intently as he worked your muscles under his thumbs. His eyes devoured your smooth skin and the way it glistened under the warm light, little water droplets decorating the expanse of your shoulder blades. The fragrant, expensive bath oil did wonders with your tired skin while also making it easier for Byakuya’s fingers and thumbs to work it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he purred in adoration, a smile tugging at his lips. “Thank you, as always sir.” You say quietly, your body relaxing deeply from his pressurized movements. Straightening out your back, Byakuyas skilled hands move to your neck.

Gently placing his hands at the apex, his fingers wrap softly around your throat. Teasingly squeezing you there, Byakuya audibly groaned when the sound of your dramatic, over-the-top moan filled his ears. He cursed you for sounding so sexy and for testing him every single fucking day.

Stirring under the water he forcibly calms his mind. As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t about to give into the temptation of taking you right here, in the bath tub. He pushed his filthy thoughts to the side and got back to molding his hands all over your neck and shoulders. The feeling of his gentle hands and even gentler squeezes, you found yourself yawning at the relaxation that slowly took over your body.

Byakuya noticed how slumped your shoulders had become since he started rubbing them, he smiled softly to himself knowing you could feel safe with him. “What do ya say…” “We move this party to the bedroom?” Byakuya spoke to you softly giving you the option to choose. “Am I getting a full body massage tonight?” You inquired, raising your eyebrow and pursing your lips at the idea. “If that’s what you want,” Byakuya replied with a nonchalant shrugging motion.

“Yes!” You say in selfish victory, it wasn’t often for him to give you exactly what you wanted when money wasn’t involved. So any opportunity you had to exploit free time with Bya, you ran with it. Byakuya also had to be in the mood to do something before doing it, especially when it came to his precious free time from the company he ran. ~And he calls me the brat.~

Stepping from the tub, Byakuya pulls you up and hands you a towel. Just as you finished drying you suddenly feel your feet leaving the ground. A scream leaves you as your thrown over Byakuya’s strong shoulder. Giving your bare ass a harsh smack, he carries you into the bedroom against your will.

“If I’m spending the time, I’m gonna do what I want.” He fronts to you as you whine loudly, screeching for him to put you down as your flail your legs. “Bya put me down! You fucker!” You yell, smacking and gripping the skin of his back under your palms. “Fighting me isn’t going to get you anywhere,” he snarks as he tosses you onto his huge bed.

Smiling wolfishly down at your surprised face, Byakuya placed his hands on your knees and climbed in front of you. Leaning over you, his long fingers cup your chin and force your stare to his. Kissing you deeply, he slides his tongue into your mouth to toy with yours. A sigh leaves his nose as you willingly accepted his mouth, your hands coming up to rest on his face. Placing his weight on a palm next to your head, his fingers slide up to the side of your cheek as he continued with his fervent kisses.

Pulling away from you, he lays his forehead on yours feeling himself stiffen with your soft rousing moans. “I promised you a full body massage right?” He asked hoping you would just let him continue with his needs for you. “You absolutely did sir!” “And acting all sexy won’t get you out of it,” you smile devilishly like the brat you are right to his face.

Putting a finger on his chin you push him away softly, and reluctantly Byakuya falls away sitting back on his heels. “Alright,” he huffs. Regaining his composure and straightening his posture, his brown eyes look down at your splayed out body before him. With a giddy shake of your hips you peer up at him, your hand covering your shit-eating grin. “Turn over.” He demands that cold, forceful voice returning as it seeped down into your eardrums. He’s so serious right now, better be nice — you admonished yourself with a sly smile on your face, putting your brat tendencies on hold, for now.

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recurring-polynya · 3 months

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Izakaya Kamenoya

I am re-watching the Captain Amagai arc, which I love because it has just a shit-ton of Seireitei slice-of-life worldbuilding. Early in the arc, Kira goes to the bar with Renji and Iba to sob about how his new Third Seat is better than him, and it made me wonder-- do the lieutenants always go to the same bar, or does the anime just make up a new one every time? Episode 172 had a nice shot of the exterior:

I immediately went to Episode 355 (the second New Year's episode), because I'm always thinking about Rukia shotgunning that beer while Renji gazes on lovingly, and it certainly *looks* like same place, but again, maybe that's just a very standard-looking izakaya.

I decided that trying to translate the kanji might help. They're more visible in the first image. The ones on the paper lantern, 酒処 were easy, because they just say izakaya (literally, "alcohol" and "place"). That just supported the idea that this was just some generic bar. For the kanji on the wooden lantern, which appeared to be the same as the ones on the sign above the door, I managed to puzzle out the bottommost one, 屋, which means "shop" or "restaurant." Hmm.

At this point, I was feeling a little stumped, so I went looking for other screen shots.

Other bar scenes I could remember took place in: Episode 179 (Ukitake and Kyouraku try to angle Amagai into a threesome). This had a clearer shot of the sign, and it's definitely the same as the lantern.

Ep 305 (Kira and Hisagi go for drinks after work and run into Unohana having "Ladies' Night" with Soi Fon, the Kotetsu sisters, and Yachiru ????)

And finally, Episode 265 (the end of the Sword Beasts arc, Ladies' Night again, I guess, this time with zanpakutou)

and bingo, they actually translated it for me, this time!!

In, the only one that didn't turn out to take place at Izakaya Kamenoya was from Ep. 303, the first New Year's episode. The SWA holds their holiday luncheon here (the sign says 茶屋, or "tea house") .

It is also not the place where Rukia and Renji announce their engagement in WDKALY, that place is called Safflower, and it's fancier and it's specifically mentioned that it's way classier than everyone's usual digs.

That's neither here nor there, let's get back to Izakaya Kamenoya!

Later on, like when I was 90% of the way through writing this post, I realized there was an earlier shot of the sign in episode 172 that was also translated (which I thought I remembered and then assumed I had hallucinated when I couldn't find it, but it was from a separate trip to bar with Kibune and Kira's shitty subordinates). Conveniently, it's also probably the most readable out of all of them. EDIT: I didn't notice when I pasted this in here, but they translate it as Kamegameya here, which seems like a mistake? B3 suggests they might have read the second character as a repetition (with the k turning into a g, which I don't know all the details of, but I assume it's that thing that happens in Japanese when a word is in the interior of another word and it gets a harder consonant, the same way the s in "sakura" in Senbonzakura becomes a z). Google also tells me that the name of Yugi's grandfather's game shop in Yu-Gi-Oh is called Kame Game, so I wonder if the subtitler here was just working on muscle memory 😂. I'm sticking with Kamenoya, although Turtle Turtle Bar has its own charm)

The three characters in the upper left are 居酒屋, which is just a different way to spell izakaya.

"Kame" was easy to translate, it's the leftmost large character on the sign, 亀. It means "turtle", but the second meaning is "heavy drinker," so I'm guessing this might be a bit of a pun. Unfortunately, googling didn't turn up any further detail on this.

I puzzled a little over the middle character, until I realized that it might be 之, which is an older version of の. Oh, says me, who only speaks the Japanese I picked up from anime, it's Kame no ya, the way all the inns in Kakuriyo end in "ya." It just means "House of the Turtle", or "Turtle's Pub."

Turtle's Pub. Can we just take a moment to reflect on the fact that the lieutenants (and sometimes captains) like to hang out at someplace called Turtle's? I am so charmed by this. I have not been so excited since the time I realized that Renji was wearing the koi hoodie in the Bount Arc OP.

It's possible that it was just named by a guy who has "kame" as part of his name or who likes turtles, or as I said, maybe it's a pun, but there are two other possibilities I thought of:

In line with this post on the naming scheme for the Seireitei Gates, perhaps it's in the north part of the city, and named after Genbu the Black Tortoise-Snake

When I am making up business names in my fanfic, I often like to associate them with the squads they are near-- dragons for stuff near Squad 10, fish for 13, firebirds for things that are more city-wide. It's partially trying to tap into squad solidarity, and partially so people have a clue where your place is located in this stupid maze city. I love the idea of some former captain with a turtle-themed zanpakutou, whose is fondly remembered because someone happened to name a good bar after them.

I looked up that extremely questionable Blood War era Seireitei map, wondering if maybe Squad 3 was near the north gate:

It turns out it is not (assuming the unlabeled squads just go in order), but you know what is? Squad 10. So if Kamenoya is named after the North Gate, I assume everyone drinks there because it's close to Matsumoto.

(thank you very much to @kaicko for checking my work)

#izakaya kamenoya #posts you bring to your autism assessment #this is probably going to be a part one of three i have a *lot* of interior shots i want to talk about #thank you for coming on this translation journey with me i'm kind of an idiot but i had fun #for the record i did try throwing these in google lens and it said ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so i had to do it myself #this is especially funny to me b/c my local state university has a turtle mascot so we literally *do* have a lot of bars named after turtle #turtle bar turtle bar TURTLE BAR #if anyone has any additional sightings please feel let me know!#do you think byakuya has ever been to izakaya kamenoya? i feel like he got dragged there occasionally as a lt and he hates it deeply #anyone know how to campaign for a new bleach wiki article? asking for a friend

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chaoticreivingu · 8 months

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Imagine suddenly dying on the battlefield, accepting it wholeheartedly, but then getting revived against your will, without your consent, and nobody doing anything to stop it or pointing out how unethical it is.

Furthermore, 3 of your subordinates and comrades' souls unwillingly get stuffed inside of you, forever unable to rest in peace. And even after months, decades of living as a forced stitched together corpse, no one has a problem with it.

That's the current life of Izuru Kira.

#i know going against Mayuri would be a bad idea but still #plus iirc the Kira short story pointed out that he's constantly in pain?#why has nobody done anything about this even 12 years later in the hell arc one shot #bleach #bleach meta #izuru kira #kira izuru #kira

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hakkikun · 2 years

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ICHIGO KUROSAKI ✧ BLEACH - 366

#*creations #*bleach #bleachedit #bleachgraphic #dailyanime #anisource #fyanimegifs #fyeahanimegifs #usermemi #userlisette #usernikiforova #bleach #ichigo #kurosaki ichigo #ichigo kurosaki #long post #i know it's just shots of his face but this ep had me by my throat i was crying and it was the last one

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zappedbyzabka · 7 months

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NEVER FORGET

#Billy leaning in to the unaware lamb act #Soccer butt shot always #Thank goodness Bobby’s taking off his belt #some are remakes but idc #beware my tags #dont look #Is this a porno—*gets stabbed*#Chad. Bleach brows moobs out handsome as ever #Refusing to look at Ralph like he was disgusted lol. He was in character #I want to Know what Ralph was saying #i love him in the background hands on hips just watching #I mean Billy was in those tight as jeans and no shirt running around. did no one tell him he should bring something to run in or did he #just feel like he had to be fashionable #The way they kept looking back makes me 💀#Rob standing there in every shot. shocked live reaction lmao #He’s like a squirrel #Whole rehearsal made it seem like Johnny was pining after a nonchalant Daniel despite already having 7 or more tops #but no he wanted that short loud mouthed top too :^(#lmao jk jk…unless #johnny x cobras #og cobras #karate kid #william zabka #The real stars are Ron’s bulge. Billy’s ass. and Ralph’s hands ty #the karate kid

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mulberrysilk · 1 year

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play date

Shunsui Kyoraku x f!Reader

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

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

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

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

How on earth did you get into this predicament?

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

Not this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But only he knew you. Really knew you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A knock on the door was your cue to leave.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What did you do now, Shunsui?"

Special Extra

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

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

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

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

*cue comical sparkly segue *

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

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

Kenpachi: Who’s [beep]ing who?

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

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

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

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

Hisagi : 👁️👄👁️

Captain Komamura: hes right though

Rangiku: *gasps*

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

Rangiku; what about you Captain Unohana?

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

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

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

Byakuya: It is unprofessional to fornicate in the workplace.

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

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

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

Rangiku: why….why are you collecting that data

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

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

Gin: Im kidding

Everyone else: ……

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

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

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

Yoruichi: come on soi fong drop the tea

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

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

Rangiku: First??????

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

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

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

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

Shunsui: Oh? Yeah, we’re fucking.

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

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

fin

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