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Bloodstain.

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

Format: multi-chapers story;

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

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

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𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

"You are not like them".

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damn him and his villainous antics.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was right, as per usual.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m offended. I never lied to you”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Zip it”.

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

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

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

Sosuke smirked “You smelt like him”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Everything, but not him”.

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

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

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

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

AUTHOR NOTE.

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

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#aizen sosuke x reader #aizen sousuke #bleach x reader #bleach smut #sosuke aizen x reader #aizen smut #aizen x reader #bleach x you #hisagi shuhei x reader #bleach #captain aizen x reader #aizen sosuke smut #sosuke aizen

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seireiteiqueen · 2 years

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Welcome to Kinktober 2022 everyone. 👏 Enjoy 31 days of pure smut this October. 😈 If you want to be added to the taglist simply DM me, shoot me an ask, or even reply to this post. 🙌 I can add you to only certain characters, the whole thing, or only certain kinks. Can’t wait for everyone to see what we’ll be getting up to this year. 😉 Age must be in bio or easily found to be added to the taglist.

If you don’t want to see the Kinktober stuff for this year then simply blacklist the tag : seireiteiqueen kinktober

Now take a peek at what’s to come in October. 👇 If the date looks like this then that means that the piece is in the queue and waiting for your viewing pleasure. I’ll link them here as they release as well.

Day 1 - Ass Worship || Renji Abarai

Day 2 - Anal Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 3 - Face Sitting || Ichigo Kurosaki

Day 4 - Dancing || Renji Abarai

Day 5 - Overstimulation || Renji Abarai

Day 6 - Master/Slave || Byakuya Kuchiki

Day 7 - Male Submission || Renji Abarai

Day 8 - Public Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 9 - Lingerie || Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Day 10 - Desperation || Renji Abarai

Day 11 - Piercings || Renji Abarai

Day 12 - Skype Sex || Shuhei Hisagi

Day 13 - Toys || Renji Abarai

Day 14 - Water Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 15 - Suspension || Kisuke Urahara

Day 16 - Outercourse || Renji Abarai

Day 17 - Knife Play || Renji Abarai

Day 18 - Hate Sex || Ichigo Kurosaki

Day 19 - Begging || Renji Abarai

Day 20 - Shower Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 21 - Daddy Kink || Toshiro Hitsugaya

Day 22 - Cum Marking || Renji Abarai

Day 23 - Thigh Riding || Renji Abarai

Day 24 - Rimming || Ikkaku Madarame

Day 25 - Shotgunning || Renji Abarai

Day 26 - Rough Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 27 - Size Difference || Sosuke Aizen

Day 28 - Outdoor Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 29 - Body Worship || Renji Abarai

Day 30 - One Night Stand || Isshin Kurosaki

Day 31 - Squirting || Renji Abarai

©️2022 seireiteiqueen, please do not repost/modify without my permission, please do not use my work as ASMR without my permission

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nakunakunomi · 2 days

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Hi! Sorry for the first round, let's try a second round lol 🖤 May I request #11, #17, or #6 for Shuhei Hisagi for the awkward pillow talk event?

Mb I was at work reading the rules of your event and read it too quickly😅I was too excited

No worries! You got it now. I love Hisagi, I don't get to write for him too often. I hope you'll like this!

☁️ Pillow talk event - Masterlist ☁️ Prompt: “It’s only awkward if we make it awkward.” “Agreed.” “That sounded awkward.” “I know.” Character: Hisagi Shuhei (Bleach) x GN reader (no pronouns or genitals mentioned) ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ Suggestive content | Minors DNI | Fluff, humor, 'platonic' sex ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

You should have known better than to dive into the sheets with your best friend. You really should have not done it. But the sexual tension between the two of you had been increasing every single day for a few months now. A few touches, some accidental -and not so accidental- flirting… it was only a matter of time before this happened.

And yet.

You didn’t want a relationship. He didn’t want one either. You had talked about this before. You cherished the friendship way too much. So it would have been for the best if neither of you had ever seen the other person naked in a non-platonic way.

And yet.

Here you were, laying on your back, catching your breath after what was arguably the best sex you had ever had. You had felt such a connection the minute your lips connected, and before you knew it, you had been nothing but a mess of limbs on the bed, not an inch of skin left unexplored or untouched.

“So… we’re not a couple now, right?”

You were the first to speak up, insecurity apparent in your voice. You had both broken the unspoken promise you had made to each other, and you had to talk about it. Preferably now, before your thoughts and feelings could go on, living a life on their own.

“No.. we aren’t.”

He didn’t sound as sure as you had hoped that he would. Hisagi was confident and strong when it came to work, professionalism. But you knew him better than that. And those insecurities came out in vulnerable moments like this.

“It’s only awkward if we make it awkward.”

You spoke up again after a long moment of silence, staring at the ceiling above you. You couldn’t bear looking at him right now. You weren’t sure what you’d do if you could see his expression, trying not to imagine what he’d look like right now.”

“Agreed.”

Then more silence.

“That sounded awkward”

You chuckled uncomfortably, trying to diffuse the tension again by just calling it like it was. And he chuckled in response.

“I know."

It was silent for a while again, until you noticed the bed shake, just a little. Held back laughter was shaking Hisagi’s entire body until he could no longer hold it back and he just started laughing. You felt the corners of your mouth turn up as well, laughter bubbling up and eventually joining him, until your abs started hurting and your throat was dry.

“Fuck, we are idiots.”

“that we are.”

“But we’re still friends, right?”

“Of course”

#bleach #bleach x reader #shuhei hisagi #hisagi x reader #shuhei x reader #shuhei hisagi x reader #hisagi shuhei x reader #shuuhei #shuhei smut #bleach smut #x reader #reader insert #smut #nsft #nakunosins #pillowtalk #bleach reader insert #gn reader

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katsuma6 · 5 months

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"She's Busy Right Now"

Part 1.

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ravi-deactivated · 9 months

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𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪

you feel like he wants to eat you whole when he presses against you

synopsis: bleach boys eating you out

featuring: grimmjow jaegerjaquez, hisagi shuhei, urahara kisuke

cw: cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, praise and degradation, body fluids, spitting, light bondage at kisuke's part cause... it's kisuke duh

18+ content - MDNI

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GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ

rough and nasty as fuck, will spit on your pussy no matter how wet you already are, cause the messier the better

despite his evolved form, despite his human features, grimmjow remains a beast at heart.

and a beast aches to devour, craves the taste of warm flesh and blood.

you feel like he wants to eat you whole when he presses against you, his grip like iron in your flesh to keep your legs spread, his lips parted to allow his tongue to slide through your swollen, aching folds, against your throbbing clit.

you can't even tell which one of you is really on the receiving end there, who enjoys it more, with the way he groans and growls into your soft flesh and your wetness, shivering in bliss and ecstasy, like you are his last meal on earth.

darkened, blue eyes observe you as he slides his tongue over your aching hole, makes you writhe and twitch against him, a high whine breaking from your lips while your fingers curl around the sheets, lower body tensing and trembling beneath his merciless and hungry mouth.

„shit- grimmjow-“

his brow raises at the sound of his name, the look he gives you lurking and predatory, and you part your lips as you look at him, take in a breath to beg him for more, beg him for anything he's ready offer you.

but said breath stalls in your throat, leaves you air- and speechless when he pulls his mouth away from you and slightly raises his body, shoulder blades flexing beneath his skin like a cat going in for the kill.

he doesn't bother lapping up the mess on and around his mouth, pulling strings of his saliva and your juices on his tongue upon pulling back, blue eyes fiery with lust as your slick drips from his chin.

„what, little slut? wanna say something?“

you feel yourself heating up beneath his gaze, burn away beneath his eyes, fire lapping at your insides, making you ache for a cooling wave of relief.

shivering, you try to collect your breath, bring out a few trembling words.

„please don't stop... it feels so good-“

the last word turns into a loud whine when he raises his hand, shamelessly slaps his fingers against your arousal-swollen cunt a few times.

his lips curl in a grin at the noises you let out, the needy whimpers of his name when he shoves two of his fingers into you, starts thrusting mercilessly into the wetness of your walls.

your face burns, along with your body, but you can't help but shiver and whine in pleasure when you hear the obscene, wet sounds of his fingers inside you, feel how the sheets beneath you soak in everything.

„shit, look at you. sweet little cunt leaking for me.“

your eyes roll back at his words, a new moan mingles with the hot air around you and your toes curl in helplessness, thighs still trembling in his grip.

his name falls from your lips again, begging and pathetic, a desperate plea and you see how his eyes darken, how he licks through the corner of his mouth, lapping up the juices spread all over the lower part of his face.

you whine at the sight, start squirming a little on the bed as your flickering eyes rest on him, bringing out an „i'm all yours- please-“

and his grin widens, teeth bared in amusement and satisfaction, eyes slightly narrowing because you're such a sweet thing, giving yourself to him as a sacrifice, begging him to tear you apart, to devour you whole.

his mouth waters, his mind reels and for a second, his body is guided by his instincts when he grabs your thighs, pushes them against your torso and harshly folds you in half, hears your little yell when he leans back down, hears you moaning his name and feels your back arch when he presses his tongue against your clit again, burying himself in your wetness, lapping at it like it's an enemy's blood.

he's a beast, and you can't do anything but whine and whimper and bury your fingers in his blue, messy hair, trying to hold onto him as he feasts on you.

HISAGI SHUHEI

too soft, too good for this world, eats you out like a starving man cause he can't get enough of you, almost comes when you moan out his name or tell him how much you love what he's doing

his fingers feel like prayers on your skin, worship in form of touch, soft and pleasuring, so sensual that you don't know where one connection of your skin with his begins and another ends.

a drained moan leaks you when his hands gently slide up your thighs, over your hips and to your waist, your head leaning back as you inhale sharply at the way his fingers hook in your waist, the way he takes in a trembling breath before he speaks.

„you're so beautiful... fuck...“

you hear the rattling breath he lets out, feel it against the heated flesh of your centre as his head rests between your legs, soft, veiled eyes looking up at you while he lowers his head, and you think you're gonna lose it, can't stop shivering with the warmth surging through your lower body, the wetness spilling from you, the burning ache of your middle.

shuhei breathes out your name, loving and soft, his fingertips gently digging into the flesh of your waist, holding you, pulling you closer towards him, his mouth. his lips drag over the inside of your thigh, teeth teasingly grazing, sometimes tugging at your skin and you gasp, soft and sweet, high on oxytocin pumping through you.

your eyes are clouded with lust when they rest on him, trailing over the scars crossing his eye, the tattoo grazing the bridge of his nose and his cheek.

the dark ink of the two numbers right beneath it seems to lose color in comparison with the shadow hanging over his gaze, the darkness that makes your breath hitch and your lower body boil, more and more with each inch he moves further towards your middle.

the shiver that goes through you when he pushes his lips against your clit is deep and strong, rumbling through your veins and to your fingertips, having you arch your back with a soft moan.

his tongue is calm but steady against your clit, circling trained patterns that have your toes curling, your hand raising as you let out a shaking breath, fingers running through the soft, pitch-black strands of his hair.

he hums at the slight pressure, the light vibration against your clit only increases the warmth spreading through your body and you whine out his name, see a shiver going through him, hear the growl he lets out, feel how he pushes himself further against you, into you as his tongue slides down, teasingly slipping past your entrance.

fingers tightening around his hair and coil tightening in your lower body, you take in a shaky breath, look down on him with soft eyes and your pulse in your throat, with so much love that you feel you could burst from it.

„oh god, please-“

you beg for him, despite knowing that you don't have to, knowing that he'd do anything you ask of him, knowing that all you have to do is relax and melt away beneath his mouth and his fingers, give yourself to him to allow him to praise your body with his lips and fingers.

he pushes harder against you, his tongue slipping into you and you can not hold back the loud moan that escapes you when he moves his mouth, pleasuring every inch of skin he is able to reach, the way he caresses your thighs and looks at you through loving, hazy eyes an entire love language on its own.

and you think it's ridiculous to assume that shinigamis serve only death as their god, because with the way he pushes himself against you, caresses your skin and trembles in awe and want with every moan you let out at his touch, you think that not even gods get worshipped like this.

URAHARA KISUKE

tease, tease, tease, edging you to the max, torturing you for hours on end, making you beg and still not giving you what you need until he feels like it (he's such a petty asshole i need him so bad aaaah)

tears sting in your eyes, frustration and despair boiling inside of you as you shoot begging gazes to the grey eyes above you.

eyes that shimmer in amusement at the way you strain against the leather cuffs around your wrists, connected to the fitting cuffs around your thighs and forcing your hands to rest next to your body, desperately clutching the linen beneath your body.

kisuke's fingers thrust into you, in a slow, agonizing pace, enough to keep fanning heat and arousal within your body, but not deep or hard enough to really pleasure or offer relief.

and you know he does it on purpose, teasing you and ignoring your throbbing, aching clit, relishing in the way you squirm beneath his sloppy, unfulfilling thrusts. and still, you spread your legs even wider, plead for him by baring your throbbing middle, wet and aching for more.

every time he gradually speeds up his movements a little, gives you hope to finally find a feeling of release, he eventually stops completely, leaves you growing cold for a few seconds, only to start his torture once again.

you're close to crying, so desperate and needy that you think you're bordering on the edge of insanity as you let out a low „i'm begging you- please-“

he watches you, observes you, drinks in the sight of you and your helpless state and you feel fire surging through your lower body at the way his lips curl.

„begging me, huh?“ he muses, leaning in towards you, his free hand trailing over your thigh to eventually grab you by the hip, making you whine when he swiftly pulls you closer and beneath him, making him kneel between your legs.

his fingers caress your skin in such a light and soft way that it has your breath hitching, your back slightly arching, your bound fingers tightening in fists to somehow bear the storm welling up inside of you.

„please, kisuke- give me more, please-“

you're a mess, submissive and without shame when you beg for him, because you know it's the only way to appeal to his mercy.

a small, amused hum leaves his throat, and you hold your shivering breath while he holds your thigh, lightly pushes your legs further apart to look at the lazy thrusts of his fingers in your soaking cunt, your wetness glistening in the sunlight falling through the window.

you're so full with pent up arousal that it feels like you're leaking, sweet juices coating his fingers, dripping onto the mattress beneath you.

„aren't you just the sweetest? so wet for me and i haven't even really started yet.“

he keeps on looking at your centre, so soft and open for him and he keeps up his tease when he purses his lips, lets a string of saliva drip from them.

his spit lands right on the aching, heated flesh of your clit and you lose control for a second as you whine out, arching your back at the sudden sensation.

just as you want to beg for more, he suddenly twists his hand a little, shoves his index and his middlefinger deeper into you, moves them in harder, more fluent thrusts that have your mind reeling, your eyes rolling back.

it feels like heaven to finally feel him so deeply, right where you need him and you whimper when you notice how he slightly changes his position, slightly pulls back from you and his fingers out of you.

„you've been so patient this entitre time, begging so sweet for me. such a good girl.“

he lowers his head as he speaks, teasing eyes never leaving yours, only fanning the flames in your insides and making you hold your breath.

his breath strikes your throbbing clit right before he leans in, pushing against your wet flesh, lapping up the slick coating your entrance. the soft touch is so sudden that it has you lower body tensing, almost convulsing, while a loud, desperate whine breaks from your throat.

and when he finally, finally pushes his tongue flatly against your clit, it has you seeing stars, your head thrown back and your still bound fingers digging deeply into the sheets.

the touch already thrills you so much that is has your body writhing and your head spinning, the coil in your lower body so close to snapping that it's unbearable to take and you only need a little more, just a little, little bit more, feel so close that it has you on the edge of despair.

and then his fingers slip into you, filling you fast and hard and deep, thrusting into your slicked hole so heavily and suddenly that it knocks you over the edge.

your body convulses and twists, your back arches off the matress and you let out a sobbing moan, feel your fingers still twitching and trembling around nothing to hold on, can't bear the immense wish to bury them in his hair.

as if he could read your mind, you feel how he moves his arm a little, and a second later, the cuffs around your hands and thighs click open, allow you to move freely again.

with a heavy, trembling breath of relief, you run your fingers through his blonde strands, gently pushing them out of his eyes while he still smirks against your middle, licks a long stripe from your entrance to your clit as he moves his body back.

„kisuke-“

you whine out his name, run your fingers once more through his hair, in a gentle, loving gesture that only makes his smirk grow.

„ssssh, 's alright. hold onto me, i got you, sweetheart.“

the last part of his sentence is what keeps on echoing through your head when he shifts his body a little, grabs your thigh with one hand to rearrange it and you can't keep in the gasp that leaks you when he rests your legs on his shoulders, dives back into the sweet paradise aching for him between your legs.

#bleach #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #shuhei hisagi #kisuke urahara #smut #bleach x reader

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j-u-u-z-o · 17 days

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34 + 35 (Shuhei Hisagi x F. Reader) 18+ NSFW‼️

AN: Yes. The time has come. My first shuhei scenario! ☺️ I just wanted test my luck and see what I can do with this fella. And, I just know I ate this up! Enjoy! 💕

Synopsis: The deadline is approaching and shuhei is overwhelmed. you want your bf to take a break from his job as the Editor-of-Chief of the Seireitei Communications Board. He’s gotta give in one way or the other for you. And, you know that. But, will he?

WARNING: Shuhei being a cute tomato, needy cuddly gf, dry humping, 69, smut, a sweetheart but can be a freak in the sheets, GRAMMAR

Take your time reading and dive into the story!

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The sounds of paper shifting from one place to the other echoed in the bedroom. The news stories that need to be edited were scattered all over the bed as shuhei held one up to go over it. And, the other one in his free hand probably forgotten. He mumbled a random paragraph to himself with focused yet tired eyes. Squinting to find any more errors.

“Tsk.” He put the article down in front of him and leaned forward to edit a few errors in the paragraph. A long tired sigh dragged in the room as he read it over again. He then ripped his eyes away from the paper, scribbled with his word vomit, and picked up another article. His back was aching so badly from the way he sat in bed. He ignored it and started reading another piece. On the other hand, you were busy packing some of the leftovers from dinner in the kitchen. You brought food for him a while ago while you had to eat yours by yourself… in the living room.

As time went by, you looked at the time on the microwave. A short sigh left your lips and you turned back to pick up the stacked bowls and walked to the refrigerator. “He needs to take a break.” You placed them inside the fridge’s shelves. “Even if it’s just a short one.” You mumbled, closing the fridge door. You looked around the kitchen to make sure everything was tidied up before you turned off the lights and stepped out of the room and went to the living room.

You sat in the living room. Mindlessly watching tv as time went by. And yet, Shuhei never left his bedroom. The known fact made you stare into space the more you thought about it. As a matter of fact, it’s been over…3 hours since he “locked” himself in there. Initially, you came to his place to spend time with him after work and to stay over. He had told you that he needs to finish some work. But, he’s clearly overworking himself. He even promised that he was going to take some breaks, but of course, that never happened. It made you made you angry and worried about him at the same time.

Shuhei is an extremely mature and calm person. despite his punk-like appearance, he’s a very hardworking man who takes responsibility and risks when possible. You love that for him. Everything, actually. He’s a busy man. Yes. But he needs to be reminded that there’s only one shuhei. And you will not lose him because of stress.

“You know what…”. You got up from the comfort of his couch and turned off the tv and headed to his bedroom.

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Quietly, you walked in the hallway. You felt a little intrusive as you did even though you care about his well being. As you got closer to his door, you heard him mutter something under his breath. Your fingers held on to the door handle on the sliding door and you took a deep breath. Just as you were about to slide it open, the sharp sounds of paper getting shifted around quickly made you stop. You really don’t want to disturb him but you insisted.

You slid the door open slowly and looked up to see him surrounded by papers thrown around him in various directions on the bed. He’s very passionate about his job as the EIC of the Seireitei Communications Bulletin Board. But, he can find someone who can help him with his work. Like Izuru, you noted to yourself. Distracted by the scenery, “oh”, he noticed you were standing at the doorway. “Hey babe.” He smiled. You regained your focus and smiled softly at him and walked over to the bed. He outstretched his arm to come over to his side and wrapped it around your form. “What’s up?” he looked up at you while his fingers rubbed your side. You whined softly. “Hm?” He blinked, watching you quietly crawl into the bed and sit next to him — your legs resting on your side. “What’s wrong?” He asked as you looked at all of the scattered papers with a pout.

“Y/n-“

“I want to cuddle with you.” You whined, leaning on his side.

Your warmth instantly sends shivers down to his spine. A faint tinge of red covered his cheeks. “B-babe…I-i can’t.” He stammered, refusing politely to your request. He picked up another article and started reading it. To regain his focus, again. He feels bad for choosing his job over you. Just this once, he mentally noted. The deadline is his top priority. Your eyes flickered to the article he held in his right hand. An op-ed , you noted. You began brushing his left arm as he read it. Up…and down. Slowly caressing his muscles and then sliding it down softly until your dainty hand interlaced his own, lovingly. “Shu~” you whined lowly. He hummed. “Take a nap with me.” You held onto his hand and looked up him. “I can’t.” He refused again.

You played with his fingers as he read a paragraph. He let you. Eventually, circling his paln with the tip of your finger. Slowly. the soft tingles travelled up his arm. “Mmm.” He moaned, smiling as he read a sentence. You smiled softly and did it again. Over and over until he turned to kiss your forehead.

After a long while, you rested your head on his shoulder and caressed his forearm. Your fingertips rubbed against the veins on it. A sigh left your nose and you shifted. He continued reading over the words. You took his arm and put it in between your breasts. He frowned as you did. Trying to focus. But your sweet warmth is distracting him. especially his arm being sandwiched between your breasts. You moved your chest up and down while you held on to his hand. “Babe…” he said lowly. There was no tinge behind it. But you weren’t sure if it was a call to stop or if he was actually liking it. You looked up at him as you did. His face looked focused. However, you swayed your breasts side - to - side playfully on purpose. He bit his bottom lip.

That caught his attention.

You did it again with a little more force until he turned his head to you. “What are y—“ you kissed him softly, cutting him off. “Wha-“ you kissed him again. “Babe- I…“ and again. “I- I- need to….” And again. “Y/n—“. And another until he leaned back. You whined, pouting at his rejection. “Shu~.” You leaned closer to him. He looked at you expectantly with a flushed look on his face. “Let’s take a little nap.” You said softly, resting your hand on this thigh. “I…I just have a few more left, baby.” He sighed, wrapping his arm around your form and digging his fingers in your side. Begging you to bear with him just for a little while more. “Okay.” You hummed and slid your hand up to his chest. “But you need a break.” Your hand felt his chest rise and fall as you did. “ I know…”He turned back to the forgotten article.

You snuck your hand inside his shihakusho. “Stop.” He moved it away and held your hand. You pouted. He knows he needs to take a break but he can’t. So he thinks.

Quickly, you moved down and hooked your legs hooked his own on either side. Trapping him. “O-oi!” His face started to turn red. You were straddling him…in reverse. “Y-y/n!” You smiled — seating yourself, perfectly. Your ass just right above his bulge.

The room was quiet. Awkwardly quiet. Resting your hands in front of you to anchor yourself, you sat comfortably above his groin with a cute smile on your face..

The white noise in the air can be felt. “You can go back to what you’re doing, shu.” you turned back to look at him, softly. He stared back at you in surprise. Blinking at your audacity, as a matter of fact. His cheeks looks more red than before.

Cute. You smiled.

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The sounds of the fabrics rubbing against each other were heard between you two.You were busy grinding on his clothed bulge. You rolled your hips in circles. Slowly, but with enough pressure to feel his cock rubbing against your pussy. Shuhei was forcing himself to focus on his work. His brows deepened to make him look so. even though, your sweet warmth felt so good. “Mm.” You moaned lowly, rubbing your pussy against the soft fabric with good measure. He bit his lip when you shifted a bit to get some more friction as tried to read a sentence for the fifth time. Since, the article kept moving side - to - side from your ministrations. Clearly, it was hard for him to read it. He moved the paper out of the way and saw your covered ass under the black night dress rocking him in bed. He stared hard. His eyes heavily focused on your ministrations while he held up the article up to the side. He bit his bottom lip as you did. It felt so good.

Soon after, you started bouncing your ass on his clothed length. “Ugh.” He panted lowly, still in a daze as he watched your ass shaking on his clothed cock. You couldn’t see him but you were making him bounce in the bed too. He bit his bottom lip hard as he started to get hard from the way his body moved around as he sat in bed. He gripped the paper in his hand when he felt a good spot your ass was bouncing on — the tip. He rewarded you with a heavy sigh. “Unh!” You hiccuped, feeling it poking your pussy. You started humping it quickly — making you shiver as felt how hard flaccid it’s become. You felt like you were humping a hard stick. A really good one.

You leaned forward and went back to bouncing on his cock. “Damn.” He grit his teeth. The way you shook your ass up and down, shuhei gave an open mouth groan while he was getting rocked by just your ass. You then bucked your hips roughly against the tip. “Mrm!” You whimpered at the sensation; making your pussy throb more. He laid his head back on the headboard — relishing the fluttering sensations his cock was receiving from you. “Aaaaahhh.” He sighed heavily, staring up at the ceiling. His mouth wide open, he breathed heavily at the sensation and spreads his legs out more. “Uuuunh.” He moaned lowly, feeling more of that sweet warmth of your ass. He ripped his eyes away from the ceiling and looked down at you. His cheeks were hot. He rests his hand on your ass to make sure it’s not going anywhere while he held on to the now-crumbled paper in the other. His slow yet rough breathes didn’t go unnoticed by you. Especially, his toes were clenching. Shuhei grits his teeth roughly to cover his moans. He knows you got him wrapped around your finger. He’s stubborn. However, the way your ass bounces on his length makes him choke on his breath every time.

Huh?

He noticed a shiny wet patch on his pants. He wants to lift up your dress but this view is too much for him. So he thinks; letting curiosity get the best of him. You shook your ass in front him to encourage him since you felt his hand grip on your night dress, shyly. You waited for him but you pulled it up for him. “W-wha-!” He stammered, his eyes widened when you pulled your dress up and showed him your glistening pussy. His face turned red like a tomato while his cock twitches. “Babe! Y-you’re not…” he whispered in surprise, staring at your pretty flesh. “Hmm?” You turned around, acting oblivious. You rubbed your pussy against the dark fabric and he breathed in deeply when he saw the long strings of your arousal stretching out as you did. “Mmmm.” You shut your eyes to relish the pure sensation of the soft fabric. You spread your legs further part as the source of warmth was stroking your pussy, softly. Just slowly brushing your folds and your clit against it. It was making your pussy pulsate at the sensation, relentlessly.

He shyly looked at your beautiful ass and your glistening puffy pussy. It was too hot to ignore.

“S-shit.” He had to rip his eyes away from you and forced himself to look at the poor crumbled article in his hand. “Mmmm~” you hummed softly at the sensation, slowly circling your ass on his clothed cock, making your pussy throb with excitement. He peeked at you from his peripheral. Your moans echoed in his head. You sat up and looked down in between. You slid your hand in between your legs and searched for his fly on his pants. He squinted. Not sure if he should stop you or not. You pushed the fabric to either side and unveiled his hard cock. He breathed in heavily as you gently pulled it out and stroked it, slowly. You aligned the tip against your pussy and began grinding on it. His cock was sandwich in between your folds. You leaned on one of your elbows and rolled your hips up against the warm flesh. “Aaahh.” You moaned softly, stroking your folds slowly against his cock. His eyes were getting hazy as he watched. The way his cock was getting smothered with your warm arousal lovingly, his mouth got watery at the sight. “W-wow.” He panted, not daring to rip his eyes away from your beautiful pussy.

The slow wet sounds goes unnoticed as your pussy glazed his sheath with your warm arousal. He stared deeply at the tip of his cock getting covered by your slickness; creating a shiny warm cover around it. “O-oh.” He sucked his breath when you teased the tip by poking it against your entrance but not going all the way in.

Tsk. That’s it.

You slid your pussy against the thick shaft slowly while your eyes were shut. You were in your own world — relishing the pleasure you were feeling —

“Hm?” Your eyes opened and you stopped. You felt a warm digit rubbing against your cunt. It rubbed it in circles and then dipped inside your cunt. You turned to look at him and saw pure lust in his sharp eyes. You clenched around his thumb as it was dipping into your cunt, teasingly. He immediately picked up the articles and dumped them on his nightstand and said heavily, “Come here..”, before he laid down and pulled you back effortlessly with your legs and pushed your rear up to his face.

Your face suddenly felt hot.

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Your trembling lips faced his length. His arms were wrapped around your thighs and his muscular hands spread your cheeks open; observing your glistening pussy. You stroked his cock as he did; waiting for him to start. You felt his exhale brush your flesh. “Uuunnh” you moaned, shivering when he slid his tongue in between your folds. Your legs twitched at the sensation. Making your squirm in his grip. He did it again. And again. Earning him a gratified sigh from your trembling lips. “Mmmm.” You bit your lip when you felt the warm muscle circle your clit. “Unh~!” You gasped, trembling in his hold as you stroke his cock. Your brows deepened as you did; trying so hard not cum so soon. So, you bit your bottom lip for some kind of self control. His tongue glides through your pussy and you rolled your hips on it. “Oh fuck! Shu~” you lifted your head up and hissed. You rewarded him by licking the underside of the tip of his cock. Slowly, with some pressure against your soft tongue. “U-uunh.” He moaned as he circled your clit. You circled the pinkish head lovingly like it was a lollipop; feeling the veins on your tongue as you did. “A-aaah.” He breathed out heavily and clenched his toes. You were mimicking the way he was licking your folds and then dippinng it inside your cunt. He listened to the wet sounds of his tongue licking your wet pussy and cunt — watching your pussy throbbing in front of his eyes. “Ugh!” You hiccuped as he mouthed your entire pussy and kissed it deeply. The wet lip smacking sounds rang in yours ears and your tummy pushed in — fluttering from the warmth of his crafty mouth.

He was eating your pussy with his eyes shut. Sucking your inner lips with so much want that it made you shiver. You began sucking his cock. Wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking gently while your tongue swiped around it. “Ugh.” He groaned, licking his lips to relish the warmth from your mouth. He spreads your cheeks out more and started flicking your clit, feverishly. “Mm!” you whimpered as you sucked it, fondling his sack, gently. You felt it twitch in your hand and you kneaded it more. “Shit.” He spreads his legs further apart and pushed his hips up to your mouth from the sensations.

With a wet pop, you licked down his length and sucked his sack. “Aaawwwwh.” He moaned heavily and dropped his head back on the pillow. “Mmm.” You sucked the skin and licked around it. He stared up at the ceiling and breathed heavily as you did. “Oh baby.” He breathed out. Your warm lips felt so good fondling his sack. He smacked your ass to reward you. You licked all the way up to the tip and flicked it, playfully. “U-ugh.” He shivered at the sensation. His face contorting as you did. A sudden shock of pleasure spread through your body when his tongue grazed your clit with good measure. You broke away and whined. He kissed it with gentle sucks — bobbing his head slowly as if he’s kissing your soft lips. “U-Unh.”Your pants came out like hiccups. You arched your back to dig your knees deeper into the bed to get more friction from his lips. “Uuuuuunh.” You moaned, backing your pussy closer to his face. You shook your ass to get more of it as he started licking your pulsating clit. “Right there, right there...” You praised, your clit pulsating uncontrollably. “Oooo.” You cried as you began circling your pussy against his tongue roughly. Within seconds your were becoming a twitching mess. “U-ugh!” You cried when he tightened his grip around your thighs and sucked your pulsating clit roughly. “Aaaaah!” You cried loudly, squirming in his tight grip and falling down.

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The sounds of the bed springs bouncing steadily and heavy breathing filled the air. You cupped his face and stared into his face. Nose to nose, you rode his cock slowly yet roughly with so much want as he sat up. His arms wrapped around you, he held you tightly to anchor you. “Uuuuunh.” He drawled, looking up at you like you were goddess. You hummed as you rolled your hips and observed his face. “Oooh. Fuck…” he shut his eyes to relish your tight warmth as you rode his cock like ocean waves. “Uuuugh. Fuck.” He groaned lazily, breathing in to your face when you clenched him. “Mm.” You moaned softly, staring deeply at him. His cock was stroking your walls so well lovingly. The tip poking your sweet spot when you grind on him steadily with passion.

“You feel so good, baby.” You whispered, pushing yourself closer to his chest as you rode him. Your hard nipples brushed against his chest earning a deep satisfied pant escape his nose. His hands started brushing up and around your smooth back. Slowly and lovingly; mimicking the way your pussy strokes his cock so well. “Awh. Fuck.” He looked down and rolled his hips up. “Oh. Fuck.” He said again, looked at you with hazy eyes, drunk over your pussy hugging him. You giggled softly and kissed his nose. “Mmmm.” He moaned and shut his eyes again.

The sight made you more wetter. Soon after, He increased his pace a bit when he heard the wet sounds coming from your pussy. “Feels so good.” He whispered, looking up at you with so much love. Everything felt so good between you two. He deep sigh came out from him and he rests his hands on your waist. His fingers were digging in your sides whenever you poked your sweet spot and relishing the warmth of your ass rubbing against his thighs. He’s in heaven.

“Mm.” You hummed and kissed his lips, softly. Both lips enveloped each other, slowly. Dancing with rhythm to the slow yet rough pace of your guys’s ministrations. The passionate slow kisses echoed in the air as you both pleased each other. You broke away by licking the top of his lip and you gently pushed him back on the mountain of pillows. He smirked at you and chucked softly. You placed your hands on his chest and began rolling your hips slowly as you straddled him. “Mmm~” he moaned and smirked at your task. He brushed your thighs as you did while his body was getting rocked up by you, lovingly. “Unh.” You moaned softly, your clit rubbing against his pelvis as you rode on his cock. “Awh yeah.” He whispered lowly, looking up at you. His voice filled your ears with praises. Telling you how good you’re doing and how beautiful you look. “Just like that.” He pushed his feet in a bit to feel your ass rubbing him and then bit his bottom lip and slides his hands behind your ass and started thrusting into your cunt with good measure.

Your hiccups were music to his hears as he bucked his hips in to your sobbing cunt. The skin slapping sounds echoed in the room as he watched his cock enter you — glazed with your sweet warm arousal. “Oh Yeah.” You whispered breathlessly, your breasts were bouncing from his ministrations. You were rising and falling from his cock beautifully. “You like that, huh.” He smirked, bitting his bottom lip from the way your pussy taking him so well from his controlled thrusts.

“That’s it.” He hissed, grabbing your ass while you bounced on his length. The tip hitting your sweet spot it knew so so well. He rolls his hips up to meet your sobbing cunt, deeply. “Oooo.” He founded an even better spot and thrusts deeply into your sobbing cunt quickly. “There it is. Right there.” He praised, heeding the wet sounds mixed your ass slamming against his thighs.

“Uuuugghh.” He dropped his head back on the pillow. Your pants were music to his ears. He looked at up you and observed your assets responding to his deep controlled thrusts. “Yeah, baby.” He whispered, sliding his hands up to your breasts. “Ride it.” He breathed heavily, kneading your flesh. You placed your on either side of his head and started riding his cock feverishly. “Mmmm.” You whimpered breathlessly, your wet pussy slapping against his pelvis. He dropped his legs and spreads them legs apart. “Uuuunh..” he groaned deeply, his body getting rocked up by you quickly. The legs of the bed creaked quickly as you both were reaching your high. “Go ‘head baby.” He dropped his hands on either side and pushed his head back deeply into the pillow. “Take me away.” He hissed, thrusting into you quickly. “U-unh!” You cried, feeling the hot syrupy feeling swarm in your tummy.

You ass bounced crazily on him as he slams into your sobbing cunt. “Sh-shu!” You feel a wave of your release coming as you looked down at him. He looked completely blissed out. His eyes were shut and He breathed heavily as you rode him quickly. “Ah-aunh.” You cried, your walls were crumbling with the need to release. He grins at the fluttering sensations and slides his hands down to your waist.

“Ah! Aaaah!” You squirmed crazily, squirting on him. The filthy wet sounds rang between you two as he kept going. “Awwwhh.” He moaned, pushing his head back into the pillow as he slams onto your trembling core. Your walls were squeezing him so much. He smacked your ass roughly as he fucks you feverishly. Soon after, his hips started gyrating. “Ha…ha!” He choked on his breath heavily. “Mm!” His face contorted as gets closer to his release. His fingers digs deep into your sides as he did. “U-uuuugh!” He growls deeply, shooting his cum inside of you. “Shu!”You felt it as he did and twitched from the overstimulating sensations. Making you shoot spurts of your fluids on him.

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His choked breaths echoed in the thick air. His cock covered in his cum, he gave a few short thrusts to cool off from the intense orgasm. You whimpered softly at the sensation and sat on it whenever he thrusts up into your messy cunt. “Mmm.” He heaved as you did, opening his eyes. “Ugh~” he slid inside slowly, taking his time to feel your squeezes around his cock. You leaned forward and kissed him. He moaned in the kisses as he circled his hips until the orgasm faded away. “Mmm…baby.” He broke away from the lazy kiss. You hummed softly as you started leaving soft wet pecks on his left cheek and down to his neck. “Ugh…I don’t think I’ll be able to finish my work.” He said lazily and chuckled. You broke away from your task and giggled softly at the man below you. “That was the plan.” You whispered softly. He snorted. “What will I do without you...”

“Pass out.” You blurted out. He hummed in agreement. “I owe you one.” He smiled softly and you nodded. “Good. I want you to call in sick tomorrow and give the rest of the work to Izuru.” You told the man. You didn’t stutter.

“Eh?” His eyes widened in surprise.

“No exceptions.” You said sharply and kissed his cheek.

He sighed.

Izuru…please don’t kill me.

He cries inside for the rest of the night.

End.

#bleach #bleach tybw #bleach x reader #bleach x you #bleach x y/n #bleach x female reader #bleach headcanons #bleach imagines #shuhei hisagi #bleach shuhei #shuhei x reader #shuhei hisagi x reader #shuuhei hisagi #bleach smut #bleach scenarios #bleach fluff #bleach fanfiction #bleach fic

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byakuyacoochie · 10 months

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Panty Thief - Bleach x Reader

A/N: This is the last fic with Shunsui's name misspelt... This is one of my personal favourites from the event! :)

#1000 follower event #bleach x reader #bleach smau #bleach fake texts #bleach imagines #jushiro x reader #shunsui x reader #shuhei hisagi x reader #renji x reader #ikkaku x reader #shinji x reader #mayuri x reader

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gloryhrs · 29 days

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━━ ⟡ 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝓑𝐎𝐘𝐒, various.

ᥫ᭡ o. requested by — @normansnt. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

ᥫ᭡ i. ᧔𐓪᧓ 𝐡𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐭 ━━ kenpachi zaraki, shūhei hisgai, ichigo kurosaki, & kisuke urahara.

ᥫ᭡ ii. ᧔𐓪᧓ trans [ ftm ] reader, fluff + comedy, modern era + everything takes in a non-soul society universe.

❨ KENPACHI ZARAKI. ❩

Kenpachi Zaraki . . . the brutal captain of the 11th Division had a passion for all things that revolve around fighting. But you know what else he has a passion for? You, his husband, and Yachiru, his daughter. He loves his little family and would protect you both till his final breath.

Kenpachi likes what he likes, and he loves you—so he didn’t understand why you were so scared of telling him that you were trans. He will always support you, no matter what the situation is or how bad it gets. When he found out about you being trans he just shrugged his shoulders and asked what was for dinner.

“Kenny? You aren’t mad at me . . . right?” You played with the hem of your kimono sleeves. Once you told your husband about your identity he just stood there . . . No reaction or anything. It was as if his system was rebooting. After what felt like years of silence he finally spoke, “Eh, not really. There’s nothing to be mad about, seriously.” He shrugged as he put his large hands on your shoulders before placing a sweet kiss against your sweaty forehead. “Now, what’s for dinner?”

“Also, I know I shouldn’t ask you this. But is that the reason why your chest was cut off?”

“Yes, Kenny.”

“Well I could’ve save us the money and did that myself!”

When Yachiru found out about the news she was so sweet and supportive. She understood the importance of the situation perfectly and even said you’ll forever be her dad, even if you didn’t give birth to her.

“Look dad! Look at the drawing me and papa made for you!” The little girl smiled sweetly as she held up a drawing that included blue, pink, and white—the trans flag colors. It was a drawing of her and Kenpachi wearing matching shirts that said “We love you Y/n” along while holding the little pride flags in their hands. You couldn’t help but smile brightly and place a little kiss against the girl’s cheek. “Thank you, Yachi. I’m gonna hang this up on the fridge, okay? You and Kenny’s art skills are amazing.”

❨ SHŪHEI HISAGI. ❩

Shūhei thinks of you as his safe space . . . one of the only few people he can be around without having to relax his shoulders every five seconds because he is feeling tense.

He didn’t care about the fact that you were trans, in fact, he thought you were brave. Since you didn’t hide yourself from the world, you weren’t too accepting of people like you. But that didn’t matter to him, he was going to protect you every step of the way, holding your hand without fear.

“I–I’ll still love you. No matter what, babe. Whatever you’re comfortable with, I’m comfortable with. You’re very handsome to me! Haha . . .” Hisagi laughed and nodded his head. He was so supportive in his own weird way, it was cute.

He loves snuggling into your chest like a little kitten after a long day of work. ♡ Each time he got home he would immediately throw his stuff on the ground without having a care in the world.

“Darling, I think your laptop was in there.” You spoke softly as you caressed the back of Shūhei’s head while he rested his cheek against your chest. The man had another stressful day at work and he threw his bag to the floor—you could’ve sworn you heard a slight crack. “It’ll be fine . . . it’s practically indestructible.” He muttered with his eyes closed and his breathing starting to slow down. Instead of aggravating him about it, you only smiled softly and ran your fingers through his hair.

It turns out that did end up breaking his computer and was charged on his tab at work for the incident.

“Damn it . . . (πーπ)”

❨ ICHIGO KUROSAKI. ❩

Ichigo was kinda known for taking certain subjects to heart—his family, friends, and most importantly, you. He knew about your identity since he was fifteen and he never judged you or discriminated against you for it. He would never use hurtful words or do hurtful things to you because he truly loves you with every last bone in his body.

When he’s around, he always makes sure that people use the correct pronouns on you and make sure you don’t feel uncomfortable in any shape or form. He doesn’t care who they are. They will respect you and your identity. When you would often speak up for yourself, you would always get turned down and ignored in the end. Which infuriated him to no end, he hated seeing you sad.

Ichigo's eyes glared holes into the back of the teacher’s head as she continued to refer to you as she and her. He noticed you tried to speak up for yourself but she only ignored you and continued to misgender you in the end—which made you go quiet for the rest of the class period. Once she referred to you as the wrong pronouns that’s when Ichigo decided to step in. “He said, his pronouns are he/him. Why do you keep referring to him as she and her? Did you not hear him the first time he corrected you?” Ichigo frowned while the teacher seemed a bit shocked at his words. “What the hell are you looking stupid for? Can you not hear?”

Since you’re his first boyfriend, he always tries his best to show you that he loves you—even though he can be a bit awkward at times. Good days or bad days, when he visits you, he always brings flowers and favorite snacks. He also has a habit of buying you merch of your favorite things because he just can’t help himself every time he walks by.

“Ichigo? Did you seriously buy me a set of these?” You chuckled at the sight of the jumbo plushie of your favorite animal. The plushie was so soft and fluffy that you couldn’t be upset with him that he spent so much money on it. “Yeah, when I saw it, I couldn’t help myself. It reminded me of you.” He smiled before he pulled out a cute little hairpin of your favorite animals and placed it in your head with a soft kiss to your cheek.

❨ KISUKE URAHARA. ❩

Kisuke wasn’t shocked at the news about your identity. Like Kenpachi, he knows what he likes and isn’t ashamed of it. Love is love, why should he be ashamed of being married to someone who isn’t afraid to express themselves? It didn’t make sense to him—but he didn’t care.

“Oh? Hehe, I guess we’re both husbands now, yeah?” The shop owner poked at your cheek with the end of his fan before covering his red cheeks with it. It was obvious he was flustered at his joke. Instead of getting upset at him about the joke you only smiled softly and playfully punched his shoulder.

Yoruichi is tired of you two deeply. She never saw Kisuke so deeply in love with someone, since he was a bit of a pervert. Every time she sees you both being lovey dovey she can’t help but let out a loud dramatic sigh. Kisuke would often joke around and call her jealous because she didn’t have anyone in her life. And it always resorted to her flipping him off or smacking him in the back of the head because of his smart-ass mouth.

“Why hello my most beautiful, precious, loving, and gorgeous husban—”

“Get a room you freaks!”

“I didn’t even finish my sentence!”

This man was your hype man—you want to show him your new outfit? Give him a show! Did you get a new haircut? He will give you compliments until you get sick of him! This man didn’t know how to stop once he had gotten started. Most of the time, you would never get sick of him and his compliments and pickup lines. Because, unlike most people, you genuinely found him funny. He would often talk like a high-school student just to get a smile on your face.

The moment he walked in on you trying on something new with a frown on your face he just couldn’t hold himself back. The man placed the fan up against his face as he began to speak. “Hey handsome, I guess there is a rainbow today as I just found the treasure I have been searching for.” He started to fan his face in a dramatic manner, which caused a series of laughter to leave your lips. “You like it? I think I got a size too small.” You tugged at the shirt and pants that were a little too tight in certain places. Kisuke, being the pervert he is only wolf-whistled while continuing to fan his pink cheeks. “My dear husband, do you mind doing a slight 360 for me? I would like to see something.”

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kyokutsu-sama · 3 months

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

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

Byakuya :

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

Toshiro:

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

Hisagi :

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

Shinji :

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

#bleach #bleach fandom #gotei 13 #bleach x reader #byakuya kuchiki #toshiro hitsugaya #shuhei hisagi #shinji hirako #bleach headcanons

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muzansfangs · 14 days

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Bloodstain.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; mention to past Shuhei Hisagi x f!reader; Rukia, Ichigo and Renji;

Format: multi-chapers story;

General warnings for the following chapters: nsfw, age gap between Sosuke and the reader (who is twenty-three years old), post TYBW events, solitude, touch-starved Aizen, possible spoilers, mention to hook-ups, vaginal sex, use of alcohol, drunk sex, unprotected sex, marking the partner, breeding kink, rough sex, dom!Aizen, sub!reader, accidental pregnancy, protective Aizen, struggling with emotions, mutual pining, self-doubting, domestic fluff, conflict with the Central 46, mention to violence and gore;

Warnings for this chapter: mention to war, casual hook-up between Shuhei and the reader, use of alcohol, self-deprecating behavior, fainting, mention to pregnancy;

Plot: With Yhwach’s defeat, you can finally go back to your ordinary life in the World of the livings, or so you thought. Staying in the Soul Society for another day to attend the celebration of the glorious victory over the Sternritters did not sound that bad, until you crossed paths with your recent fling. Drinking too much to forget about it, you end up falling at the feet of your greatest source of distress: Aizen Sosuke.

MASTERLIST | PROLOGUE | TO THE NEXT CHAPTER

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟’𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐧.

People chattering about unimportant matters, taking swigs of saké, finally enjoying the gentle breeze of a summer night without drawing their blades to defend their lives were delightfully comforting. The Seireitei was gradually going back to restore its former beauty. Some buildings were still undergoing renovations, the injured soldiers and Captains were still recovering from the fierce battles they had fought, but that night people were, at least, leaving their barracks and homes to enjoy the jollifications of Yhwach's downfall.

No more battlecries and bloodcurdling screams of agony echoed through the streets, replaced by the unmistakable glee of a crowd of people who had survived the brutality of a war no one was prepared for. There was hope twinkling in the eyes of the kids playing around the Soul Society, looking for the officers who had saved their lives to thank them and proudly announcing they were soon going to enroll at the Academy. Their parents, injured and tired, watched them from afar, not frightened anymore by the idea of a Sternritter slicing their heads off of their shoulders.

You faintly smiled, your eyes searching for your friends to join them. You were pretty sure you had caught a glimpse of Renji's crimson hair in your peripheral, but you had been dragged in the opposite direction by the human tide marching towards the drinking stalls.

Perhaps, you should have accepted Rukia's suggestion to spend the day at the Kuchiki Estate and attending the festival together. Yet, the idea of bumping into her stolid, grumpy brother, who tended to pop out of no where and make you regret stepping into his manor every single time you wandered through the intricate corridors of his mazy house, sounded unappealing back then.

Still, the perspective of being humiliated by Byakuya's paternalistic way of chiding you did not seem that awful now that you were literally adrift and in need of assistance to find your way out of the flood of drunk and dancing people surrounding you.

You were genuinely frustrated, head whipping around erratically, yearning to spot a familiar face. Apparently, you were destined to spend the night alone. Or so you thought.

Hands sliding down your hips and dragging you out of the crowd made you both let out a pathetic screech and almost draw your blade. The risk of accidentally slashing someone, though, worked as a deterrent to unsheathe your zanpakuto and therefore you resolved on the self-defence lessons you had received from Urahara. Swinging your right arm on your right, you tried to backhand your kidnapper across the jaw. Missing your target, you scoffed and, when your feet touched the ground again, you were determined to knock your aggressor down.

His hand promptly wrapping around your ankle the moment your foot tried to hit his side, prevented you two from spending a most likely awkward night in the Fourth Division's hospital wing. Now, face to face with the stranger, your jaw went slack and you were glad he decided to break the ice first. Out of everyone you could run into, of course you had to meet your most recent fling.

"We need to stop meeting like that" Shuhei jested, cocking his head to the side upon letting go of your ankle and granting you the chance to lower your leg.

Your parted lips closed, hands tugging the hem of your skirt down, whilst the angles of your lips lifted in a soft smile "Definitely" you agreed, nodding your head and raising your hands apologetically.

"I think you owe me a 'thank you, Lieutenant Hisagi'. Maybe also a kiss, or two to idolatrize me like I deserve, you know?" he bantered, folding his arms against his chest, his dark grey eyes vainly attempting to fathom the layers of your mind .

But you both knew there was only one person around who could do that and, surely, it was not Shuhei Hisagi.

You scrunched up your nose and waved your hand at him dismissively, mentally cursing yourself for not having cleared things out between you two before the commotion caused by the war. How could you, though? With you living in the World of the livings and being a university student with a part-time job at Urahara's shop, you did not have much time left to visit the Soul Society.

On the other hand, Shuhei was always swamped with work and dealing with his new Captain was decidedly a challenge. After that one-night stand you had a couple of months ago, when you offered him a place to stay to spend the night after a mission in Karakura, you had not talked about your relationship anymore. What were you two? Allies and friends aside, obviously.

"There's no need to gloat. I'm not a damsel in distress. I would have found my way out of there anyway. — you replied, a tinge of feigned annoyance in your voice as you shot an arrogant look at him — Sorry about it, but no kisses tonight" you added, right before you heard someone calling out your name at your back.

You glanced above your shoulder quickly, eyes landing on Rukia and your younger step-brother, Ichigo, waving at you enthusiastically. It was refreshing seeing them smile again after everything you all had been through. It still felt surreal.

Shuhei followed your gaze, quirking a dark eyebrow up resignedly. Another day wasted in trying to figure you out, another chance to confess his feelings evaporating before his eyes.

"Just tonight? What about tomorrow?" he asked you, a small grin crossing his lips as you felt cold sweat collect on the back of your neck. He was undoubtedly giving it his best shot.

"You are persistent. The war changed you, I see" you commented, avoiding his question as you always did.

"I know what I want now. Or better, who I want".

His words caused you to falter, lips parting as you let the implications of his assertion sink in. He wanted you, he had really just thrown his intentions at your face and left you with the burden of making such a decision over a night, letting it weigh on your shoulders at the worst moment possible. Maybe you deserved it: striving and ripping your heart out of your chest, while everyone else cheered and celebrated the incoming years of peace and stability, was nothing but the law of retaliation you had ended up subjecting yourself to with your evasive way of handling love-issues.

You swallowed forcefully, but before you could even pronounce his name again, Ichigo's voice pierced your ears again and you shrugged in defeat, taking some lumpish steps back to join your crew.

"I really should go. See you tomorrow, okay?" you stated way too quickly for your own likings, hoping he would drop the topic for the time being.

Shuhei nodded his head at you, hands raising to give you the thumbs-up "No problem" he reassured you, but you could tell he yearned to spend more time talking with you. His gaze was longing for more than a frivolous chit-chat, just like it did that infamous night spent in talking on the small balcony of your flat, among the bittersweet scent of peonies.

You two had an undeniable connection. But it was not enough for you. It would have never been enough, because you had, much to your dismay, molded your standards over the worst person ever. You refused to even say his name, to add another problem to deal with to your already plagued mind, even if you had to admit you had not been able to get him out of your head since you crossed paths again on the battlefield a few days ago.

That man, your nemesis, the achetype of everything you should have viscerally hated, was undeniably the only one who knew what secrets your eyes harboured. Your relationship with him was far from being healthy.

It was the antonym of healthy, actually.

A public enemy, an emotionally unavaiable man with a pretty evident god complex could never be able to show empathy to anyone, not even to himself. Surprisingly, though, your interactions had always been quite inspiring. Who was this man? A brilliant genius gone bad, alone, utterly alone. It was infuriating how he could read your mind the same way he read your body language during a fight. Drawn to him, you wondered why you had always had such a low sense of self-preservation and found yourself enticed by unreliable men with a debatable scheme of things.

"Gosh, what did Shuhei tell you? You look distraught" Rukia noted, furrowing her brows.

"Distraught? You've been way too kind. She looks more like a cantankerous granny who got rolled over by a car" Ichigo interjected, earning a kick in the shins by the short shinigami.

Or, as you loved to call her, his biggest 'what if'.

Fixing your attitude, you forcefully smiled, shrugging it off with a nod "Oh, it's nothing! I haven't slept well in that Inn. — you partially lied, albeit your back agreed with your complaint — It's more like I'm not used to sleep on the floor" you added, as the three of you took what you assumed was a short-cut to the village square.

"I will pretend to buy your words. Frankly, just because I heard there's a stall selling plushies of Chappy and I intend to purchase the limited edition one" Rukia saved you, tugging at the hem of Ichigo's sleeve to drag him along and leave you some space to clear out your mind.

You were glad Rukia had seen it in your eyes. You would have caught up with them later on. For the time being, all you needed was a distraction. A distraction in the form of saké and candy floss, to be precise. A weird mix, way too sugary and disgusting, but with your head in the clouds and your heart sinking into a sea of sorrow you did not feel like self-deprecating about your eating habits.

Distancing yourself from the jolly atmosphere around you sounded like a good idea and you therefore decided to venture towards the old barracks. You did not pay much attention to where you were going, your feet led you up through a wooden staircase, your hands occupied by your snacks, as you kept on brooding over your shortcomings. On top of that stood your inability of trying to be happy, for once.

"Fuck it all, fuck me and fuck him" you grumbled, gulping down the alcohol in search for a magical solution to your problem.

You were soon spent, the taste of the saké mixed with sugar left such a syrupy taste indulging on your tongue that you almost felt like puking. The Moon was no longer shining up above, ominous and dark clouds gathered on the horizon, ironically matching your mood. Not long after the first thunder rolled out in the distance, a droplet of water splashed onto the tip of your nose and you pouted. Rain. It was raining.

You could not make it back to your room at the Inn to find shelter and you were way too far from your friends's quarters to make it in time before it began to pour. Also, how would you have made it there in the first place, when you kept on stumbling on your feet and your vision was beginning to get blurry?

Cussing under your breath, you glanced at the doors at your right. No officers were there, or at least so you had been told. The idea of getting soaked not to barge in and wait for you to sober up out in the rain did not even crossed your mind for a second. Marching towards one of the doors, you sighed and raised your hand to slide it open. Your grip on the jug, thoug, loosened, your hands trembling all of a sudden making you frown, as the sound of pottery shattering into a million splinters made you flinch. How did it happen? Were you really that far gone?

What you did not expect, though, was for your knees to buckle as the wave of a familiar reiatsu hit you with such a force to make your rotula ungraciously hit the floor. You were drunk, there was no doubt about it, but you were not hallucinating. Your wary eyes flicked up, the sharp jawline of the man you had been cursing for years and longing for blessing your vision like a lucid dream. The eye-patch, the way his lips curled into a cocky grin upon watching you struggle onto the floor, even his posture gave away the fact that it was not a trick your mind was playing on you.

He was there, a palm away from you.

You gawked, the tall man in front of you peering down at you like someone who was inspecting a wounded animal at their doorway with unbridled curiosity. There you were, unable to move a muscle, out of your mind and puzzled by his presence. He was not supposed to be there.

"Fancy meeting you here" he chimed, hands behind his back, as he leaned forward just enough to make sure your eyes were staring deeply into his shimmering caramel one.

Your mouth had gone dry, it felt like chalk, a million of questions popping into your mind one after the other made your head spin. You were supposed to talk, to say something, to stand up and leave but all you did was whispering a name, his name.

"Sosuke" your vision darkening, as you eventually slumped down at his feet with a thud, unable to withstand the stress and his reiatsu in the poor state you were in.

How he had missed the way you, only you out of everyone, called him by his first name, even if he had almost killed your step-brother and your beloved father. There was no way he was going to leave you, the potential form of entertainment at hand, stay out there alone, unconscious, and miss his opportunity to get under your skin as he always had done.

“Pitiful” he uttered, rolling you over your back with his foot and bending down to hook his hands underneath your armpits to drag you inside the warm room.

You two could not know it back then, but this was the first link in a chain leading to a series of unfortunate events that were going to inevitably end in only one way. The day you were going to hold a pregnancy test in your hand, standing on the threshold of Kisuke’s shop, staring at him with a dumbfounded expression on your face, was not that far.

AUTHOR NOTE.

My dear readers, I am honored to finally introduce you to my Aizen Sosuke fan fiction. I had been thinking about this for months. I still have no idea of how many chapters long it will be. Stick around and find out yourselves. All I know is that the next chapter is going to be shameless filth. The same story will be uploaded on my Wattpad profile under the username of @/muzansfangs. As per usual, likes, comments and, mostly, re-posts are greatly appreciated.

Love, Luce ✨

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brittscafe · 5 months

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Hi! Britt!! Um I can't remember if I sent this in already, but could you write the lieutenants and what pet names they'd use for their significant other?

awww this is such a cute idea! <3

Renji: Anything and everything. Renji likes to embarrass or make you flustered in public so he comes up with the most embarrassing pet names known to man. Sugar plum, sweet bee, honey bun, etc. He uses babe and baby most often though.

Izuru: Angel. He loves seeing the way you stop in your tracks or get giddy about the pet name. He'll swing an arm around your waist, press a kiss to your cheek and then whisper the pet name into your ear.

Ikkaku: Darling. Only when you two are in private or during imitate moments. When you tell your friends or other people in your squad that Ikkaku calls you darling, they literally burst out laughing. They just find it so hard to believe that a fight-loving man like him could ever use such a pet name.

Chojiro: Sweetheart. I think that he would use this because it's so sweet and kind. He doesn't mind calling you sweetheart in fact of others or he would pull you closer when you're walking in the soul society, gently whispering the pet name in your ear.

Shuhei: Princess. OMGGGGG, sorry I'm blushing. I imagine that when the word princess slips out from Shuhei's mouth, both of you are blushing. Shuhei's blushing more than you and he slaps his hand over his mouth the first time he says it. When he finds out that you like the pet name, he doesn't stop saying it in every sentence. He also will say baby on occasion ;)

Rangiku: Anything and everything to boost your ego. She loves seeing the way your face lights up when she calls you honey, my love, or sweetie.

Momo: Honey. She finds you as sweet as honey and doesn't mind when others hear her call you honey. She's proud and wants everyone to know that you are hers.

Nanao: I think that she doesn't like to use pet names, but she'll whisper one once in awhile. She'll grab onto your wrist, catching your attention and whisper the simple word baby into your ear.

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honeybleed · 4 months

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content & warnings: fem!reader, modern au, journalist!shuhei x popstar!reader, smut (dom!reader — she’s bossy af, sub!shuhei, degradation, footjob, dry humping, edging, cum eating) mdni

author’s note: YURRRR GET INTO IT also ty for 1.2k followers MUAH

word count: 1.8k

Thinking of overenthusiastic, anxious journalist Shuhei Hisagi who had been sent to interview you for an article.

This is his big break since he has never been with such a big name like you. His interviews were usually something quick on set or on the red carpet but you personally invite him to your sprawling mansion.

All sorts of rumours swirl around about you. You're a mean girl. You're a bully.

The story that had thrown him off the most was how you specifically requested water in a glass bottle and when it was given to you at room temperature, you hurled the bottle at your personal assistant's head causing a gash that required stitches.

"I don't bite."

Shuhei felt himself shrink. It was merely a chair but it was resplendent in white with delicate Victorian trailing rose leaf patterns. He was sure it cost his yearly salary as his fingers fiddled with the pristine lace doily.

You chuckled as he sat opposite you.

People tread lightly around you but you were still irritated at his deer in headlights expression as well as the fact he was sweating bullets.

"Sorry." He stuttered, loosening his tie and popping open his collar buttons, feeling chafed by the hot summer sun. "It's really hot."

He looked out to see the lawns being watered by gardeners then quickly turned to face you.

You gently pushed over a glass of lemonade on the table towards him, making a facial gesture for him to drink. He immediately downed the glass.

"We can go inside...I have air-con." You offered and he shook his head vigorously.

"No!"

Your eyes widened at his outburst and he could feel humiliation washing over him at the way you stared at him, completely bewildered.

He cleared his throat and gave you a pained smile.

"I'm fine here, thank you."

Taking in the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped the liquid, you snorted.

He was a pretty boy indeed. But the nervous demeanour didn't connect with his physical appearance.

The 69 tattoo on his cheek, spiky jet-black hair and scowl when you first saw him from afar. But the moment you two were alone he'd become a nervous wreck.

"Um...alright." You returned the strained smile. "This is about my album right? I trust your newspaper isn't into trashy gossip."

Shuhei attempted to hide his unease unsuccessfully as he nodded.

"Yes, I'm here to talk about your new album. In terms of the newspaper, I try to avoid the temptation to entertain or publish rumors, particularly those that include insulting or humiliating others in any way for a quick buck."

"My eyes are up here, Shuhei."

You figured it out.

He was so damn jumpy, desperately trying to conceal his strained arousal in his slacks.

You suppose it didn't help you chose to wear a mini skirt, tie front flared sleeve blouse which showed the tops of the lace white bra underneath.

Shuhei wanted the ground to swallow him up completely.

"I-I apologize! I'm really sorry, jeez I don't know what's gotten into me." He stammered, face beet red.

"Mhm. You like what you see?" You teased.

"Can we just delve into talking about your album?" He muttered.

You leaned back and arched an eyebrow. Shuhei was hot and watching him squirm was way more intriguing than to do the same circle talking, regurgitating the script you were given by your label.

"Boring..." You dragged out. "I'm much more interested in you. Why did you tatt 69 on your face?"

Shuhei coughed, trying to regain his composure from being caught off guard.

"Story isn't too interesting. Me and my friends were blind drunk on a holiday, usually tattoos are meaningful but it just popped into my head. I was a dumb teen." He gestured towards his face with a small smile.

"It's hot."

Shuhei nodded in agreement, the heat from the sun making him sweat profusely.

"It's quite scorching today."

"No...the tattoo is sexy, Shuhei.." You cracked up at how that absolutely went over his head.

He stammered out a thank you as he swallowed, ears turning red.

"You like 69ing or what?" You teased.

"Y/N..." Shuhei breathed out with a weakened voice. "T-That is not something I feel comfortable discussing, I have a job to do."

His resolve was weakening. You kept on provoking him and he felt himself teetering to the edge. He wasn't sure if he could trust you with the glint in your eye.

What if he flung himself at you? What if you turned him down? What if you were simply just teasing to humiliate him?

"Drop the journalist crap, Shuhei. Your raging boner is not helping." You said plainly.

Despite the discomfort in his pants, he wanted to stand resolute in his professionalism and steer the conversation back towards your music but he let out a heavy sigh.

"If we do something quick, will you drop this?" He breathed out, eyes shut.

"All I want is to help you relax, look how stressed and frustrated you are, hm? Be honest. When was the last time you had a good night's rest? Cooped in that office for hours...deadlines. It shows on your face, Shuhei."

Shuhei felt the wind knocked out of his chest as his thoughts flooded his mind. Many sleepless nights where he dreamed of tasting your juices. Making you moan. He couldn't believe this was even happening.

"Stop playing so hard to get, Shu.." You said in your honeyed voice as you batted your eyelashes at him with a teasing smile. "C'mon. Be a good boy for me, and I promise you'll get your interview. Okay?"

Shuhei gave up. Balancing his professionalism with his lust for his dream girl was a dead-end. He took a deep exhale and nodded.

"Fine."

"Get on your knees." You said plainly.

Shuhei's expression softened a bit, he reluctantly crawled across the porcelain tiles and sat on his knees beside you, tucked away from the prying eyes of the staff maintaining the lawn.

You gazed at him, ruffling his spiky hair.

"Was that so hard?"

Shuhei's face was rosy from the touch as he gazed up at you.

"Answer me, pretty boy..." You sang as your hand trailed up his throat, then gripped his jaw harshly.

Shuhei exhaled hard as he sought to calm himself, his gaze fixed on yours.

"I suppose not.." He mustered out meekly, your grip a little discomforting but exciting all the same.

"Now...let's do something about this hard-on, shall we?"

You yanked him up a little so your lips could meet his neck, ghosting your plump lips against the skin and fanning your breath, causing him to shiver and release breathy moans.

"It's been in plain sight since you came here. What's the problem, hm?" Your foot beginning to palm his crotch.

Shuhei fought to keep his balance as he felt your foot against his crotch, the stimulation caused him to groan softly.

"I'm...so tired...and stressed...all these deadlines...and bad reviews..." He admitted voice strained.

"Poor baby..." You cooed as you increased the pressure of your sole on his bulge, licking the shell of his ear. "When's the last time you had sex, tell me. Mhm?"

Shuhei moaned softly as he felt the pressure against his bulge build up.

"I...I don't know...it's been a while..." He shuddered, his eyes closed as he relished the feeling.

"You got a crush on any co-workers? Any hookups?" You quizzed as you kissed along his jawline, continuing to rub your foot on his crotch.

"Can't remember...last time somebody touched me."

"You're a little dirty boy, aren't you? Letting me stroke you on the balcony..." You said, an edge to your voice "Don't you have shame?"

"Not...I'm not a dirty boy.." He rasped.

"Hm? So why are you letting me give you a footjob, you perv?"

Shuhei bit his lip as he felt your foot continue to rub against him.

"I'll tell you what, Shu. Hump my leg until you cum and I'll give you a treat. Sound fair?"

He nodded eagerly.

"Dirty, dirty perverted boy..." You cackled, absolutely revelling in the power rush and the feeling of him desperately grinding himself against your smooth and slender bare leg.

You tugged the roots of his hair, Shuhei whimpering.

He was left speechless at the deliciousness of the friction uttering nothing but whines as he grinded against your leg, his arousal reaching its peak.

"Oh...oh god, f-fuck..!" He hissed feeling his climax approach, his fingers gripping the hem of your skirt.

"If you cum, I'll punish you. Don't you dare." You snapped. He immediately froze, his body reaching the edge of release.

"I...I won't...no...I'm sorry..!"

You peered down to get up in his face. He shivered, aroused and slightly afraid of what you were going to do. His cock throbbing.

Wrapping your hand around his throat and squeezing the sides slightly, your voice dropped to an eerie tone.

"I want you to tell me the truth. And I'll let you cum if you do. Okay?"

He was quivering, feeling light-headed from your aggressiveness. However, he nodded quickly, eager to please you.

"Promise to tell you the truth.." He struggled out.

"When you kept staring at my tits and got hard earlier, what were you fantasising about?"

Shuhei's cheeks flushed pink at your question, and his eyes widened. He stuttered for a bit before finally blurting out the truth.

"I...I was imagining...touching them...licking them...sucking on your nipples..."

You scoffed as he stared up at you.

"You think you're even worthy enough to suck my nipples, Shu? A pervert like yourself?" You jeered.

He breathed heavily, still trying to calm himself despite the blaring and unbearable arousal from your refusal to let him cum.

He knew he wasn't worthy of such a privilege from a pop star like you.

"No...no, Y/N, I'm not."

The way his chest caved in and sweat trickled down his temples gave you a sense of satisfaction.

"You can cum now, Shu." You said gently, releasing your grip on his throat.

He quivered, gasping as he reached his climax, his entire body tensing as he came undone, completely coating the inside of his boxers with his hot and sticky seed.

"Give me a taste." You smiled.

He hesitated for a moment, feeling embarrassed by your request.

However, he had this feeling that he had to follow your demands. He reluctantly dipped his fingers into the cum and brought it to your lips.

You grabbed his wrist, and sucked his fingers loudly, your moans causing his cock to stir once again.

"Mhm...good boy Shu."

Shuhei shuddered at the sensation of your warm mouth on his digits, and a sense of pride swelled in his chest at the sight of an angel like you lapping his release.

"Guess I gotta do that boring ass interview now." You groaned as you stood up from the chair, Shuhei still on his knees as he gaped at you, mind dazed from what had just taken place.

author’s note: if u read dis far thanks for reading heehee i been tryna get into more smutty drabbles i guess 🚶🏽‍♂️

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katsuma6 · 5 months

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Texting Bleach Characters "I want a baby"

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wifeofnanamikento · 8 months

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WHY ARE ALL THE BLEACH MEN SO GODDAMN FINNEEEE~ 🥵🥵

THEM~ 🔥🔥🔥

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thewritetofreespeech · 9 months

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tags: bondage, blowjobs, handjobs, heterosexual intercourse, fem!dom, 69, orgasm delay, mild ice play

He came to with a groan and tried to force his eyes open. It took a few tries, lids fluttering like bird wings, but Shuhei was finally able to get them open and was met with....darkness.

‘What the fu...’ His senses suddenly became ultra-heightened as he tried to sit up, but a heavy weight pulled on his wrists. He now realized they were above his head. Keeping him tied down. Immediately he started to jolt and thrash to get himself, or at least his eyes, free.

“Don’t try to fight it dear.” The vice-captain stopped as he heard a soft, silky, familiar voice around him. “You’ll only make it worse.”

“Goddamit [Y/N]!”

He remembered now. He was coming over after work. Late, as usual. He tried to get off sooner, but his duties as vice-captain and member of the 9th & 13 kept him very busy. Shuhei had been more than prepared for a tongue lashing or cold shoulder when he showed up. Ready to fall on bended knee and apologize if need be. What he hadn’t expected was to be hit with a stun kido the minute he walked through the door. Knocking him out and landing him in the current situation he was in. “Let me go! This isn’t funny!”

“It’s not meant to be funny.” [Y/N] responded coolly. “It’s meant to be a punishment.”

Shuhei gulped a little. Ok, so she was a little madder than he expected. How was he gonna get out of this one? He might write words for a living, but coming up with the right ones to say were always at a loss for him. “Look, [Y/N], I’m sorry.” Apology always seemed a good place to start.

“I don’t want your apology.” ‘Crap’. “I want you to suffer.”

Shuhei tensed at their words. Since he couldn’t see, he couldn’t tell if she was serious or not. And since he couldn’t move, he had to consider the possibility that he was in actual danger. ‘Dammit!’ He cursed in his head as he tried to break his bindings again. Why did he have to be dating a kido master?!

There was a shift in the reiatsu in the air he could pick up on, then a shift in the bed. A long pause. Then suddenly something very cold was on his chest. Shuhei flinched and made an undignified sound. Startled by the cold. His brain associating it with the cool bite of steel, but he realized it was just a piece of ice in their hand. “Hey! Quit it! That’s cold!”

“That’s the point.” [Y/N] said. Her tone about as cool as the ice.

Shuhei mentally huffed and laid back. He realized he wasn’t getting out of this without taking his lumps. She was angry. He supposed he should be in trouble for breaking their date again. And, [Y/N] was right, fighting would only make it worse.

He flinched and gritted his teeth as the ice passed over his skin. Leaving pimpled flesh behind. It would start. Then stop. Pass over his nipple, or a particularly sensitive spot on his chest, making him jump. Then it would stop again. Eventually he got used to the sensation. His blinded sight making him incredibly aware of the different temperatures on his skin.

“You’re getting hard.”

Their voice suddenly cut through his focus like a knife. “N-No I’m not!” Shuhei backfired. He could just guess how red his face was. One, because he was never comfortable talking about sexual things directly. And two, because it was absolutely true.

“Don’t lie to me.” [Y/N]’s fingers ghost over the top of his hakama where his erection was starting to form. It twitched and raised slightly higher as Shuhei let out a gasp. “Lying to me once this evening about our date was bad enough.”

“I’m sorry…..” He apologized again. His voice a little weaker this time.

He felt ashamed for breaking his promise. But how could he make it up to them? Make them see that he really was sorry, and that he had no intention of breaking that promise to them. “I really did try. It’s just that my duties are…”

“They’re very important to you.” She finished for him. A hand slipped into his pants to stroke his partial erection. “I’m important to.”

“You are!” Shuhei insisted. The ropes biting into his wrists as he tried to sit up in earnest but failed. “You are important to me. You’re the most important person to me.”

“More important than Kensei?” [Y/N] asked. Her hand still stroking him slowly. “More important than Mashiro?”

“Yes…I mean…that…” It was getting hard to think with her hand on him.

He wanted to say ‘yes, you are more important’ but then again, he couldn’t really say no to his captain or a superior when they asked for something. Both were important. But he couldn’t really explain that as his brain was starting to cloud with pleasure. Like a slow rolling fog over the hills in the Rukongai. The blindfold making it almost impossible to block it out or focus on anything else. “[Y/N]….”

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this.” Shuhei let out a sharp wail when she twisted his nipple, hard. The pain creating clear focus for a second before it sharpened the edges of his pleasure and made them more intense. He liked the pain, he realized, and his face had to be beet red now as he felt embarrassment and shame along with an undeniable pleasure. “You’re supposed to be being punished for being in trouble.”

“I…I am…” His tongue felt like it weighed 10 pounds. The back of his throat was a weird mix of dry and sopping wet from the drool in his mouth. “I am. I was wrong. I’m sorry. You were right. I deserve to be punished.” His whole body felt on fire now. Gods what was wrong with him!

There was a shift on the bed and Shuhei was terrified for a moment that she was just going to leave him there. Then he heard the sound of rustling fabric over the pounding in his ears. He realized she was taking her clothes off. She was naked right now. He had to swallow as his mouth salivated at the thought and imagine of her naked body his mind had conjured up for him. “You want to make it up to me?”

He would have nodded enthusiastically but was caught off guard when the bed shifted again. Only this time above his head and not by his waist. The soft feeling of her thighs against his face and arms, still pinned above him, and she doesn’t have to say anything for him to know what he has to do to make it up to her.

Shuhei craned his neck up almost immediately before she even lowered herself down to start licking her. He moaned loudly in tandem with [Y/N]’s soft whimper when his tongue touched her. Lapping at her with a gusto he’d never had before; and he usually wasn’t stingy in that department when they were together normally.

The vice-captain continued to pleasure [Y/N] as she settled nicely over his face. The binds on his wrists biting now and then as he wanted to touch her but couldn’t. But maybe that was part of his punishment. Aside from keeping him here, the binds were meant to keep him from touching her. Which she knew was his favorite part. Shuhei had always been a tactile person. Needing to touch everything to figure it out. He’d spend hours just touching her body if he could. Mapping out every space. Finding all those spots that made her giggle or sigh. Just holding her close. It was torture not to touch her with anything but his mouth, but he assumed that was part of the point.

She lifted up to give him a chance to breath and he felt her fall forward. “Oh fuck….” Shuhei hissed as he felt her breath near his cock. He’d been so focused on her taste and her pussy that he forgot how aching his cock was. The simple whisp of air enough to make it painfully reaware of how hard he was. “[Y/N]….”

“Keep going.”

If he’d been in his right mind, he would realize how hot & thick her voice sounded. Not cool and collected at all now. Clearly not unaffected by their game. But he couldn’t think of anything accept his throbbing cock and her command, so he went back to licking her like he was told.

[Y/N] let out a heavy moan when he started again and Shuhei let out a shout, his whole body convulsing, when she wrapped her mouth around his cock. He didn’t cum, but it felt like his whole body had an orgasm when her lips wrapped around him. He knew he wasn’t going to last long.

They continue to pleasure each other with their mouths. Shuhei’s brain overwrought with pleasure. His cock in her mouth giving him the best blowjob he’s ever had and simultaneously tasting her sweetness and feeling her pussy quiver on his tongue as it was about to cum.

He wanted them to cum together. So he sped up his movements and sucked on her clit, while his hips bucked into her mouth. Just a few more seconds and he could finally cum. Just a little more…..Just a little more…..

His mouth came off [Y/N]’s cunt with almost a wet pop when suddenly nothing happened. “What did you do?!”

[Y/N] pulled back from his cock with a long, wet pull of her mouth. “61.”

It took Shuhei a moment to figure out what that meant. His thoughts lost in a sea of pleasure, pain, about to cum, not about to cum. Then he realized what that meant and his whole body went tense. “You used Six-Rod on my dick?!”

“Would you prefer I stopped and got a cock ring?”

He couldn’t even think to come up with a response to that. Shuhei was still too shocked that his girlfriend had used a binding kido on his dick to stop him from cumming, and that it actually worked. The desire to cum was still there. The feeling of he was about to cum was still there. But he just…..couldn’t. “Take it off!”

“No.”

He felt the bed shift again and Shuhei started to trash this time in panic of being left alone. Her hand came down on his stomach, just at his naval, to settle him and also use it as a base to straddle him. “You’re going to know what it’s like to be kept waiting.” Shuhei let out a long, deep, aching moan as [Y/N] slide down on his cock. Warm, wet, and blindingly hot. He could almost see white flashes behind his eyes they were shut so tight as he continued to moan. “To feel what it’s like to wait for someone to come. To be left hanging while other people do what they need to first.”

His moans turned into whimpers as she started to rock. It felt so good. But with that it also hurt because he was so desperate to cum. He felt helpless. His mind tormented by all these feelings & sensations that it could really help him. It could only do one thing. “Please….” Beg.

“Are you going to make me a priority from now on?” [Y/N] asked as her hips rocked faster.

“Yes!”

“You’re not going to blow off our dates or keep me waiting anymore?” She was fully riding him now.

“Yes!!”

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes! Yes! I learned my lesson! I won’t do it again! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, please just let me cum!”

There was the sharp sound of the snap of her fingers and the binding was off. Instantly Shuhei came so hard he thought he might pass out. His hips arching off the bed as far as they could to bury his cock as deep in her as possible as it felt like his cock was cumming forever, wrapped in the quivering walls of her pussy.

Eventually, it stopped. The two of them collapsed on the bed in an exhausted, pathing heap as Shuhei’s brain still tried to make sense of what happened.

[Y/N] moved off of him. He let out a soft, over stimulated whimper when he felt his cock slip from inside her, then hissed when the blindfold was removed from his eyes. “Sorry if I was mean to you.”

Her hand moved to brush against his cheek, and Shuhei realized that tears had been welling up on his eyes. “It’s ok.”

Her hands move to untie him. They fall in a heavy flop once released, before he instantly moved to wrap them around her. Finally having a chance. “I’m sorry I was late. And if you were feeling unimportant.”

“I was.” [Y/N] replied into his chest as he held her close. “I suppose this was a little dramatic.”

“It was….fine.” Shuhei wasn’t in a place mentally to be honest and say he enjoyed it. Despite everything that just happened, he was still wasn’t comfortable talking about sexual things directly. Maybe the blindfold helped. “I promise, I won’t be late again.”

“You better not be.” [Y/N] lifted her hand and a gold orb of light formed on her index finger. Shuhei’s cock twitching in response. He got the message.

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