#shuhei hisagi x reader

[muzansfangs]

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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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.

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[byakuyacoochie]

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! :)

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[gloryhrs]

━━ ⟡ 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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[honeybleed]

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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[brittscafe]

Bleach Headcanons

Reactions to finding you asleep:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Renji Abarai:

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

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

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

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

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[thewritetofreespeech]

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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[seneon]

kiss me ──── ft. shūhei hisagi x fem! reader.

about. a dive into shūhei's mind. | 570 words. fluff + suggestive.

notes. i'm itching the urge to write for more bleach content. hc shuhei is a tsundere and gets flustered easily.

"𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄," you taunted hisagi shūhei, who has never felt another soul's lips on his own before.

it was itching.

to feel someone's lips on his. your lips. the only thing that shūhei wanted and needed in his entire life. to feel your lips. to kiss you. to entwine faces together in a poetic form that both hearts were touching each other in a hugging kiss.

shūhei hesitated, unsure of your taunt, even though it was pulling him in like a string that was attached to his fingers— drawing him to hold your face and locking it all in.

"shūhei, kiss me."

you said sternly, words rolling down your tongue like a solid cube of sugar that eventually disintegrates once it came in contact with any liquid.

sweet words, yet there was salt lingering around.

he felt his fingers twitched, saliva being swallowed, and breath going shaky. what caused him to see this way?

fear.

the male has never had a relationship before, even though many women fell in love with him. the amount of confessions he gets in a year could never beat the number of stars in the night sky.

he didn't want anyone else but you.

but because you are so beautiful, he found himself in a state of awe, admiring ultimate beauty that surpassed even the infinite stars in the heavens.

yet . . .

"but.. are you sure?! i mean, i don't want to make you feel uncomfortable and all.." the lieutenant asked, feeling his face heat up from the amount of embarrassment he was feeling at the thought of asking a girl to kiss him and he would just comply with it.

as nervous as he already always was around you, this did not help him at all.

"then i'll do it," you said and gently held his face, placing your lips onto his, while shūhei's eyes widened in shock.

he expected you to pull away, but it was like an immediate sensing for him to return the kiss. unsure of how to do it, he simply pressed his mouth against yours, deepening the kiss.

while he does that, he snaked one arm to hold your waist and other trailed up behind your hair to push your head forward. shūhei moved around a little bit, to feel every inch of your lips against his.

a messy and sloppy kisssing between two inexperienced kissers.

when shūhei was about to initiate whatever he saw in the movies when two people are making out with their tongues in each other's mouths, you smiled into the kiss. then, you pulled away, a little smirk visible on your face.

"oi, shūhei."

obsidian eyes blinked, before shitting close again. a frown forming. "why is it not real..."

"what's not real?" izuru asked, seated right in front of him, pouring sake into his cup.

"nothing," shūhei response, lightly rubbing his eyes before tightening his grip on his own cup.

at the corner of shūhei's eyes, he stole a quick glance up at you, to your lips. your lips that were moving as you conversed with rangiku, occasionally being coated by the liquid of alcohol from the little sips you took.

he watched and wished that he could kiss your lips. your beautiful lips that has him in a tight situation with his fantasies.

at the end of the day, he could never have the guts to initiate a kiss with you.

how pitiful.

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[eiflawriting]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙙

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿!𝘀𝗵ū𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗵𝗶𝘀��𝗴𝗶 𝘅 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

✧ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘴.

✧ 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨! 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴. 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 (𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘦𝘵𝘤.) 𝘴𝘩ū𝘩𝘦𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮? 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵. 𝘴𝘩ū𝘩𝘦𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥. 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘹. 𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦? 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰, 𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰. 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙤3. 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. ♡ 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔. 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩. 1.4𝙠 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩

your lewd noises bounced off the bathroom walls in your rockstar boyfriend's tour bus. the back room was occupied with the snores of his band members after having a three-hour concert, so this was the next option. shūhei couldn't wait to arrive at the hotel. there was nothing more that he wanted than to return to the bus and have you in this current position. you being bent over the sink, mirror view, seeing how pretty you looked while taking him. his hands found comfort at your thick waist, eyes intensely gazing at the waves of your round ass every thrust he took. his cock was swallowed by your wetness, pussy creaming perfectly around his length. 

you couldn't even understand the foreign moans that were slipping through your drool-coated lips. he was fucking you so good, vision becoming blurry from being too fucked out your mind. it's like his ego was stroked the louder you got, and you could tell by how hungry his movements became. the gushy sound of your pussy being slapped by his balls. allowing one of his hands to detach from your waist to strike your ass, saying how you're being such a good girl for taking him. shūhei was a lot to handle. it's like you hit the jackpot seeing he had the advantage of both length and girth. but you loved making him proud, and his praises made you hug him tightly. 

"s'big, shū. you're so—ngh—fucking big," you whimpered. 

"i know, angel. i wish you could see how your pussy is sucking me in. it knows who it belongs to." you molded perfectly around shūhei. this is what home feels like, he thought. your cunt was so stubborn, but all it needed was a little stretching from a girthy companion.

shūhei could admit that he was a quick nutter. it was hard not to while being snaked with pussy as good as yours. however, he wanted to savor this moment for as long as he could because something about fucking you with a possible audience outside this door excited the rockstar. and how you currently were reacting to his touch, he knew you felt the same. 

his eyes darkened, filled with sin as he watched you in the mirror crying on his dick. perfectly sagged tits hastily bouncing. those plush two-toned lips that were slightly part panting like a bitch in heat. your brown skin was decorated with droplets of sweat that shūhei also shared due to the lack of air in the bathroom. but your eyes were closed from being consumed by the pleasures you were receiving, and you should know shūhei didn't like that. one thing he requested while having sex is for those pretty brown eyes to remain open to hold contact. "look at me, y/n," he whispered, but all he was met with was an incoherent moan. maybe you didn't hear him? 

he clicked his tongue, hands gliding down to your ass to spread your cheeks, tenderly long stroking you until he kissed your cushion. "i said, look at me, angel," shūhei demanded, still having that smooth raspy feel to his voice. your body shot up, arching in complete bliss while looking at your boyfriend. he was so fucking sexy. his facial tattoos, including sixty-nine, and the three scars running down his right eye were kept company with a crimson color that flushed his cheeks. "good girl. now look at you. i want you still what i see while i'm fucking you. you look so damn pretty being stuffed with me." 

you were so fucking weak for him. of course, your pussy clenched around his cock from hearing him talk to you so salaciously, and he didn't stop. while shūhei wrapped his arm underneath your breasts to fondle them, the other grabbed your cheeks, puckering your lips to keep your face in place. his lips brushed over your ears, calling you his pretty girl. crooning how wet you are for him. saying how badly he wanted to fill you up with cum. "my favorite cockwarmer. you like it when i talk to you like this, don't you? that pussy won't let go of me, and i don't want it to. keep clenching around my dick, princess." 

"shū—you're—you're so deep. why?" you stammered. 

he chucked. "what do you mean why? because you deserve it. you're always keeping this pussy so wet and warm for me to return to after i'm done performing. my dick gets hard thinking about you on stage. best fucking pussy i ever had, and you're so damn gorgeous," he cooed, lips now at your neck leaving wet kisses. shūhei has always retained such a sense of calmness outside the bedroom, but while he was with you? that was out the window. his pace continued to increase, recklessly slamming his dick in the depths of your drooling cunt. "that's right, y/n. keep looking at yourself. tell me how much you love this dick."

although your breaths were shaky, nearly tangling in your throat, you did your best to give him what he wanted. "shū—shūhei, baby. i-i love your dick so much. you're fucking me—oh god—so good." and with that, he rewarded you with a sensual smooch to your lips. but you were hungry for more. fervently kissing your boyfriend as your hand wrapped around his head, fingers intertwining with his ink locks to deepen the embrace. the sounds of lips smacking joined the lewd noises of your wetness being stirred. your kisses were sloppy, obnoxiously filled with passion, tongue fucking each other's mouths. as you did so, shūhei's hands returned to your waist to pull you into his thrusts, working open those walls. "i love you, baby. pl-please fuck me harder."

"hm, i love you too, y/n. anything for my pretty girl," he breathed. the grip on your waist became firmer, knowing that it'll probably leave a mark in the morning. shūhei began putting those thigh muscles to good use, pounding that pretty pussy into oblivion, devouring each other's moans as your lips continued to brush together. not for long, though. he needed you watching yourself. you whined from losing that touch, but were met with a slap to your ass. "eyes up, y/n—yes, that's my girl."

by how numb your legs felt, you were near your climax. your hands gripped the bathroom sink, bending over to keep your balance. juices were leaking between your thighs, sticking with his flesh every thrust he made. shūhei gently tangled his fingers into your coils, pulling you upwards to deepen your arch. "you're going to cum for me, angel?" you nodded, causing him to chuckle. "look at how beautiful you look, y/n. fuck, i can't wait until we're at the hotel so i can fuck you how i want. so i can taste that sweet pussy. so i can watch you bounce on my cock. hmm, and we gotta put that pretty mouth of yours to good use, right?"

your vision was now hazy, tears pricking the corner of your eyes from the intense pleasure. shūhei was talking to you so softly, but his actions didn't let up. heat spreads underneath your skin from him repeatedly kissing your cervix. your moans were a dulcet harmony, acting as a song that he would have on repeat. "shūhei—shūhei—i'm cumming, baby. i'm fucking cumming. oh god, please!"

"shit. that's right. cum for me, pretty girl. i'm right behind you," he soothed. "you're so perfect, y/n. squeezing my dick like this. being such a good girl for me. i'm going to cum in your pussy, okay?"

"yes, please cum inside of me, shū."

after a few sloppy thrusts, the two of you were a cumming mess. his name howled from the pit of your stomach, and you just knew his band members could hear. you didn't care, though. it was impossible to keep quiet while being fucked like this. however, your voice drifted to a lingering moan from feeling shūhei empty himself inside of you. those hot ropes of cum stuffed your aching cunt to perfection. he allowed his cock to warm inside your walls a bit before pulling out, to which you shared a final moan. you fell back over the sink, catching your breath from the intense orgasm you had. 

shūhei leaned over your form to place delicate kisses along your spine before turning your face to meet with a soft kiss. you exchanged a tender look, and he couldn't help but think how beautiful you looked right now. "you did such a good job taking me, babe. i love you."

"i love you, too, shūhei."

𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. ♡

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[strawhatsoraya]

Hiii! So, we've been talking about Shuuhei… what about a little scenario with a female soul reaper who's from another division but has had her eyes on him for a while because, well, he's HOT. Maybe she even already realized that his bad boy look isn't really true because in some small interaction he was super nice and polite? Or perhaps she's still convinced he's a total womanizer/bad boy based of his looks and kept her distance? Either way, one evening, she gets nice and tipsy (with Rangiku?? Or somebody else?) and goes all "You know what? Look at him. LOOK AT HIM. He's so underappreciated! Fuck it, I'll go for it." So she tries her very best to seduce Shuuhei and is a) surprised he's so gentle and soft-spoken and b) flusters him completely? :D Or something along those lines.

Random scenario-thought, in case it strikes a cord, I'd love to read your version of it :D Have a great day!

how long has it been??? don't answer, this question is rhetorical I don't even wanna know. i wrote some shuhei uh fluff? yes...fluff with some suggestive content but nothing explicit. you get drunk y/n making a fool of herself and shuhei being cute.

SHUHEI HISAGI X FEM READER / SFW WC: 2.7k CW: alcohol consumption, horrible attempts at humor and seduction, second hand embarrassment, badly timed boners, and equally badly timed confessions

You didn't know what it was about him that made you so crazy. 

Rather, the truth was, you couldn't decide on a single thing. Maybe it was that dark bold stripe across his face. The same that made you stare at his profile, that squinted intense gaze that rooted you to your spot wherever you were. Maybe it was the numbered tattoo on the angular bone of his cheek. Maybe it was the mystery of not knowing what any of it meant.

Or maybe, just maybe, you liked that you couldn't figure him out. You liked the danger that came with the unknown, the quiet variables that leave your formula incomplete day after day.

Although you had yet to see him entangled in somebody else's arms you were convinced he was as emotionally unavailable as the rest of the men clad in black. Tomorrow was a flimsy promise that nobody dared to even touch but you tacked it on the front of your shinigami robes, like a stupid participation ribbon.

Tomorrow you'd take the first step. Tomorrow you'd confess. Tomorrow, always tomorrow.

Those days came and went, and you were nowhere closer to unraveling the secrets Shuhei Hisagi kept. Tired of your cowardice, and tired from that day's training, you find yourself commiserating over drinks with Rangiku. Her tolerance for alcohol was beyond measure. It was a terrible idea to pair up with her, but she was always willing to lend an ear or two.

Right now, you didn’t want logic or common sense. Right now, you need someone to make you feel a tiny bit better about your cowardice. 

Rangiku does it well. She makes sympathetic noises, as she fills your sake cup repeatedly. It is quite a skill,  you think to yourself amongst the clouds, the way she never lets your cup be dry. Not even for a minute. You’re gathered with members of different squads for one of Rangiku’s badly coordinated mixers. The numbers between female and male guests was never even–assuming people even showed up in the first place.

“Is it really my fault?” you start feeling indignant. In the back of your mind you know you have no right. You were not the victim of the cruelty of the Fates, or unchangeable circumstances. The truth was, you were merely scared of rejection. “Is IT my fault?” You ask again, as Rangiku sways slightly next to you, a tiny smile on her lips.

She looks content with her lot in life at the moment, and your indignation is slowly replaced by green envy.

“You just don’t understand do you?” you ask her as your head bobs. The movement is mostly involuntary but you find yourself too tired to control it. The alcohol has steeped itself in your veins, and you know now would be the time to cut yourself off. Instead, you bring the cup of sake that Rangiku just refilled to your lips once more.

“I do understand, actually,” Rangiku insists, gathering your shoulders in an one armed embrace. “I do. Men are so DENSE. In fact, like that one,” she slurs as she points her chin towards the familiar pallid appearance of one Izuru Kira. “Look at him!”

Her voice is loud, and the scent of sake is sweet coming from her moistened lips. You look away to watch Kira perk up in his seat. His cheeks are pink, a bright contrast against his pallid skin. The stupefied expression on his face is slightly endearing. Perhaps you had too much sake after all.

“You see him?!” Rangiku prattles on, steamrolling over the din of stranger’s conversations. You sway in tandem with her, still trapped in her arm. Her strength was not completely unknown to you but there was something about drunk Rangiku that made her at least three times stronger. “Look at him! So dense. So stupid. So cute.”

You smile apologetically at Kira. It almost feels like the sudden verbal attack was incited by your poor inability to be honest with your feelings. There’s an attempt to free yourself from Rangiku as you press a hand on her chest and push. Rangiku squeals in your ear and lets you go, only to bring her hands to her chest. Her smile is crooked, and she flutters her eyelashes at you.

You swallow a groan.

“Have you moved on to me already?” she asks you in a shouted whisper. You glance sideways at Kira waiting to be saved but he avoids your gaze and instead greets the new arrival to the table.

The last person you expected  joins your table. At the sight of the stripe across one of his cheeks you feel your blood turn to ice. A  chill passes over you, making you shiver where you sat. You almost wished Rangiku would twist herself around you once more. Anything to return the heat back to your body and away from your sweltering face. You can’t see it, but you feel it–the flush that ridicules you; burning your shame on your cheeks until you fear it’ll become a permanent tattoo. 

Shuhei Hisagi, as usual, seems ignorant to your struggle. Aside from a casual glance and nod of acknowledgement he gives no indication of knowing your discomfort. The sake threatens to come back up, and you swallow. The acid burns your throat on the way back down.

“Well,” Rangiku’s voice comes in like artificial sweetener–it overcompensates and leaves a terrible aftertaste in the back of your mouth. “Look at what the dog dragged in.”

“It’s cat,” you interject with a quick sideways glance. Rangiku places her arm on your shoulder.

“Whatever.” The blond woman is unfazed. She smiles at Shuhei. “The point is, the man of the hour is here.”

You feel your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach. If possible, you could have feared it slipping right out of your body. You wouldn’t doubt for a second that if it could preserve itself by abandoning the vessel of your pathetic body that it would. Instead, you feel it speed up again, at an alarming rate. It pounds frantically against your ribcage as Shuhei turns his slanted gaze at you. 

“You were waiting for me?” he asks. He is looking at you. You know this because you’re staring right back at him, slack-jawed and in a daze. Yet, it feels as if his question was aimed at Rangiku instead.

“Of course!” she chirps, leaning forward. You glance down and see her breasts threatening to spill out of her uniform. Clumsily, and quickly, you try to gather the fabric and bring it to a close across her cleavage. Rangiku glances down at you, perturbed, at your clenched hands keeping the opening together. Gently, she pats your whitening knuckles. “Now, now…” You don’t let go so she pries your fingers off before continuing the conversation. “I was waiting for you because I need you to take Y/N to her room for me.”

You blink, and sway on the spot, suddenly lightheaded. You have no idea what Rangiku is planning and you consider losing yourself in a temporary moment of dread. That is, until you realize the wonderful opportunity that is being presented to you. Here was Shuhei Hisagi in all his hardened edges, cool demeanor glory. If you could have a moment alone, with your cowardice drowned in alcohol, perhaps you’d find the courage to make a move.

You stand up suddenly, slamming your hands on the table. Kira jumps startled but Shuhei remains calm. He follows suit, and you watch him stand up, taking in his height, his broad shoulders, his imposing gaze. He nods his head at you and gestures quickly.

“Come on then,” he mumbles as he turns his head quickly. You try to find the strength in your jelly legs to walk around the table. So focused in your efforts to remain upright, you almost miss the pink on the top of his ears. His hand is covering half his face when you reach him. The way he chose to wear his uniform was unique. Some might say he barely had it on. As you walk besides him, you notice a rosy flush on the top of his cheeks.

“Are you cold?” you ask him, placing light fingers on his bicep. Before you can register the difference in your body temperatures he’s jerking away, startling you. You never thought you could be criticized for lack of coordination, but inebriated you became a person you didn’t quite know. 

“No, I’m fine,” he mumbles as he turns his face away from you.

The sake must be really doing its toll on you, because if you didn’t know any better, you’d start to believe that Shuhei was being shy. It didn’t suit him. There was such a large gap in his appearance that it just couldn’t possibly make sense but still his ears grew redder and redder, especially when you decide to tuck your hand in the crook of his arm.

You feel him jump even as he tries to keep walking, your fingertips gently brushing the inside of his elbow. He starts to say something, stuttering over his words.

“C-c-careful,” he says, his eyes on the ground. There’s a furious flush on his face, threatening to obfuscate the tattoos on his face. “The ground is lumpy.”

You can’t help it. Even as you bite down on your lower lip, there’s a giggle that bubbles out of you–free and weightless. 

“I’m holding on to you,” you tell him, leaning into him playfully. He sways as you bump him. “I think I’ll be fine.”

It becomes quickly apparent to you that your miracle opportunity could very well lead to nowhere if you don’t take it further. You’ve managed to press your breasts against his arm, in hopes of stirring something wild and untamed inside of him. Instead, he starts to walk stiffly as if he had a metal rod placed in his back. Although you begin to feel more sober, you decide to amp up the theatrics a little, stumbling here and there in your walk.

“Shuhei~” you chirp coyly, syrupy and addictive. “Why don’t you come inside?” you tug him along, struggling with his big frame. If Shuhei is surprised at your strength he doesn’t show it much, except for a careful raise of his eyebrows.

“I really shouldn’t be going into a woman’s room like this,” he mumbles as you finally shove the rest of his big body inside. Shuhei looks around the small room quietly. There’s a futon on the floor in a corner, books littered here and there and wrappers of snacks you promised you’d get rid of weeks ago. 

“Nonsense. That’s way too old fashioned thinking,” you tell him, lowering yourself to the futon. You wave a hand at him repeatedly. Shuhei stares at it apprehensively—like the fluttering wings of a death butterfly, but still heeds its call. He lowers himself awkwardly onto the futon and sits cross legged next to you. His skin feels as if it was tinling, your presence making it worse every time you pressed yourself against him.

You slither one hand over his knee, and Shuhei feels the back of his neck heat up. Your breath tickles his ear when you speak next: “Shall I help you relax? You seem tense. I’m very good at massages.”

He stiffens at your touch. Shuhei knows your touch means more than it implies. He knows that your soft smile is promising him more than just a massage. He also knows that the rouge on your cheeks and the glassy look in your eyes is due to alcohol; that which you consumed a little too much. He knows that to let you keep skimming your hand upwards his leg, as you are doing now, is very ungentlemanly of him.

He presses his shaky hand over yours.

“I’m fine,” he says sternly, lips drawn thinly on his face. “I don’t need a massage right now.” What he needed, perhaps, was to swan dive into a cold lake. His nether regions weren’t getting the picture. He felt himself stiffen, and Shuhei adjusted his legs as discreetly as possible. He didn’t count on your keen observational skills, and your lack of decorum all at once.

“Then what’s that!” you whisper shout, pointing at the sudden rise of cloth between his legs. Shuhei stutters as he feels heat swallow his head whole.

“Never mind that,” he shakes his head, feeling embarrassed and angry to be in this situation with you. “Just go to sleep. That’s what you should do.” He holds you by the shoulders, as you try to peek around his arms. He pushes you back on the bed, as you hold on to his wrists, dragging him down with you. Shuhei, holds his weight up by slamming his hands on either side of your head against the bed. You look up at him, startled, heart racing in your chest.

“Are you going to sleep with me?” you ask him, your fingers still curled around his wrist. “Is this what this is?”

“No!” he shouts, turning bright red. He pushes off of you. “That was an accident because you pulled me down with you.”

“I was hoping to seduce you,” you tell him plainly. Now that you were on your back, you rethink your entire plan. You thought you had sobered up but as the room started to spin slowly, you realized quickly that it had been some kind of delusion. 

“I’m not someone that will just sleep with a drunk woman,” he mumbles, gathering the blankets and pulling them over your body. He tucks you into them, pushing the blankets deep under your body with his fingers, until you become a human burrito. “So please stop.”

“So, you’d sleep with any woman if she wasn’t drunk?”

“No,” he pats your hands which he trapped under the blanket. “I didn’t say that either.”

“I like you,” you confess. You meant to look and feel braver than you did, but being wrapped in blankets unable to move as the room spun slightly, seemed to have stolen all your earlier bravado. Shuhei stares at you silently, before he looks away abruptly. You can see his ears reddened again as he loosens up the blankets slightly.

“I tucked you in too tight,” he mumbles, ignoring your confession.

“I said I like you!” you state a little louder, and bite your lower lip. “Shouldn’t you say something back? Anything?”

Shuhei sighs, and finds your hand under the blankets. He lightly traces the shapes of your fingers, sending goosebumps up your arm. 

“You should say that when you’re sober,” he mumbles softly, finally looking back at you. “Do that, and I’ll give you a proper answer.”

There’s a pout that sticks your bottom lip out. Shuhei stares at it for a bit too long, and feels the back of his neck catch fire. He sighs heavily as he pushes himself up.

“Go to sleep,” he says gently, even as your eyes start to flutter closer. 

He looked shy and awkward as he stood there undecided. His feet shuffled, as he wanted to leave but was torn. You stifle a giggle. He was nothing like you had imagined. Not very cool, and not very smooth. You’d be lying; however, if you didn’t like this gentle part of him.

“What if I don’t remember?” You ask him quietly.

“I’m sorry?”

“What if I don’t remember,” you repeat yourself. “What if I forget I’m supposed to tell you I like you?”

Shuhei rubs the back of his neck, and you see his cheeks color. Your fingers twitch under the blankets. You want to trace the splotches on his cheeks, feel their heat under your fingertips. 

“Then I’ll remind you,” he mumbles shyly, eyes downcast and fluttering from corner to corner of the room; anywhere and everywhere but on your face. “I’ll just have to remind you until you do.”

There’s a heavy silence that falls between you; thick and flammable. A simple spark could cause it to ignite. You hold your breath in anticipation 

“Now, seriously, go to sleep!” he nags, stomping towards the exit. “And drink water when you wake up. Goodnight, Y/N.”

He leaves you there, tucked warmly under the blankets. The room spins slowly, so you shut your eyes to stave off the dizziness. A groan floods your mouth, and you swallow saliva that pools on your tongue. When you’d wake in the morning, you know you’d be full of regrets. You’d regret drinking so much, and regret making a fool of yourself. 

That is, if you even remembered that last part.

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[sashi-ya]

𝑥𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡; 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ⋆˙⊹ Shuuhei Hisagi x f! reader. nsfw

request: @spitfire-of-the-sea asked: Hiii! Could I ask for "all I want for christmas is you" with Shuuhei please? :D With female!reader, who is about DONE waiting for the idiot to figure out that she's 150% into him? :D NSFW would be great, but whatever comes to your mind is fine by me Thank you! <3 | tw: nsfw. first time together. love confessions. vaginal. oral. teasing. | wc: 2.2k | masterlist | taglist: @zella07 @jin-supremacy01 @stygianoir @alexkanroji |

“Look at him, he is once again passing out over the table… when will he ever realize he should stop giving women everything? He is such a simp” you grunt, annoyed at the tattooed dark-haired Shinigami.

“Are you jealous, (Name)?” your friend asks, laughing at your heated cheeks.

“Of course, I am. But that’s not the point” you bark, taking a shot of your sake.

Every Friday, the youngest -and not so young- Shinigami, visit their favourite bar after their work time is over. A lot of the times most of them end up wasted, and nobody cares because the stress of being part of the Gotei 13 kinda justifies it.

But, tonight is a little different and there you are. Once again watching at your crush serve his girl friends in an endless cycle of simping and being used. You are not mad at the girls, though.  Is just that, Shuhei never realized how much you are into him…

However, things will have to change. Either if he likes you or not, you are gonna tell him the truth. And what’s the most romantic night of the year -besides valentine’s-? Christmas night.

Everything is beautifully decorated for Christmas, red and green and also warm fairy lights. Everybody is there, even those captains who aren’t really fond of partying. Sake can’t miss, some have already passed out, others are about to. Shuhei, being one of them, looks at the girls with pain in his silver eyes.

You, who are lost in how much you love him, walk towards him. You have made a decision, and, in the case he says no it would be ok. But you can’t wait anymore.

“Shuhei Hisagi!” you scream, hitting the table where he lies, melted as a popsicle under the sun in summer. He jolts, scared. His eyes widen; Shuhei is extremely weak to dominant women. However, he never ever once shown any little sign of simping towards you… and you have never understood why… what does the other girls have that you don’t?

“What, (Name)?! you scared me!” he asks, with the tip of his nose completely blushed and a falling Santa hat on his spiky hair.

“We need to talk. Right now” you say, standing your ground and pulling him from the hem of his shihakusho.

Every lieutenant and officer, including his captain Kensei, laugh. They all know but him, and finally the silly kid that once stood crying in front of a hollow will have his next maturing lesson.

You drag him to the outside of the bar, none of you are wearing anything to cover your bodies from the snowy weather. You don’t need it, your blood boils from excitement and need to speak your truth. Shuhei’s skin, however, burns unexpectedly because of your touch… but does he show any sign of it? Not at all. Still.

“Wha- WHAT is going on?!” the Shinigami asks you, once you have left him on the ground and you are standing right before him with your arms crossed.

You take some air. It seemed easier when you were thinking about this moment, than letting those words out now. “I- I- I need to tell you something” you stutter, with eyes that bounce from the bridge of his nose to the 69 tattooed on his face.

“O-ok. Tell me, then” he barely mumbles, biting the insides of his mouth.

“I can’t stand the way you keep acting like the mat with every woman in the Seireitei cleans their shoes. Why do you have to simp over every one of them and… why…”

“Why…? Hisagi asks, shyly.

“Why don’t you act that way towards me, then? Am I not a beautiful woman like the rest? Huh?” you claim, protesting, with some tears in your eyes.

Shuhei looks at you with his lips semi open, and a worried look. He suddenly grabs you by your waist pulling you closer to his chest. “Don’t be silly…” he mumbles, hugging you tightly.

You are absolutely confused. But either way, you enjoy the manly cologne of his warm skin while you nuzzle on his chest.

“I act that way with you, because you are way more important than any other woman to me. You are more than beautiful, (Name)” he whispers, placing his hand on your head to protect your hair from the snow falling.

You smile softly, looking up at him. “I really like you, Hisagi” you tell him, with your chin resting over his chest.

“You- do? For real?” he asks, stuttering and widening his plumb eyes. You are sure he might bathe you in blood coming from his nose, but he doesn’t. And after his cheeks have become as red as tomatoes, he giggles. “You- YOU LIKE ME?” he repeats, lifting you up from your waist.

You laugh; this is the Hisagi you like the most. Silly boy… “Yes… All I want for Christmas is you” you tell him, planting a sweet kiss right in between his collarbones.

He shivers to your touch; he wasn’t expecting a kiss. “You- you…” he stutters, brushing your hair back with anxious motions.

“What? You wanna ask something, Mr. Shuhei?” you joke, tracing a line with your fingers up to the base of his neck. Hisagi takes his grey eyes off yours with embarrassment, of course he wants something; and it’s not asking, but perhaps kissing and all the things that follow…

He is too flustered to speak, and his tongue becomes tied, but it is your lips the ones who free him. Joining your mouths, the first peck of many is given.

At first his eyebrows lift, but then, no more than a few seconds after, it is him who kisses you deeply and passionately with those kisses that make you lift your leg up. And when you two had already too much of your curious friends peeking through the door of the bar, both begin to walk away.

Of course, his hand takes yours. Cause passion and romanticism goes well for Hisagi. And for you, too.

Running away with him, it’s hard to find a place for both to be alone. However, the urges of keep kissing each other are too big to dismiss the need. “Should we go to my or your room?” you ask, making the poor Shinigami become even more blushed than before.

“R-room?” he asks, stuttering. “Whe-wherever you feel more comfortable” he continues, looking away, with a sweaty hand despite how cold is.

“Yours, I wanna know how it looks” you chime, truth is that him being a lieutenant makes him have a room for his own while you have to sleep at the barracks as you are an officer.

Soon, and with Hisagi praying the Soul King for Kensei not to see you two passing, you finally reach his home at the 9th squad installations.

“Please, don’t make any sound until we get into my room” Shuhei asks, embarrassed and acting like a teenager sneaking a girl into his room. -After all it was exactly what he was doing-

“Don’t worry, I won’t. I don’t want Muguruma Taicho to scold you” you giggle, kissing his tattooed cheek sweetly.

He takes his hands to his face, probably trying to stop a nosebleed for the tenth time tonight and both sneak into his room.

The place looks pretty tidy, and despite some magazines that shouldn’t be exposed to the underage audience, there is nothing wrong with it. Some training supplies, a picture of him when he was a kid with Kensei and another one with Kira posing almost… naked? Who took those pictures after all? And why? In any case it makes you laugh, and you make a mental memo to ask him later for a copy.

“So… welcome to my room” he says, scratching the back of his head.

“Thank you, can I sit in your bed?” you ask, taking your waraji off and tying your hair up. Of course, such motion kills the last two braincells holding for dear life in his own brain, and you could swear even steam comes out from the crown of his head.

“Wh- why are you… why are you tying your hair?” he asks, with widen eyes.

You can’t help but laugh, the poor man has his brain fried and can only think in one thing: your lips around his dick. And, honestly you, too. He has waited for this for a long time… so, why wait?

“You wanna know, Shuhei?” you ask, coming closer to him. He hits his ass against the little table where he probably writes some stuff for the Seireitei newspaper as his hands grip tightly to the wooden surface.

He nods, swallowing.

“Good boy…” you moan, kneeling right in front of him so that your face gets to his crotch’s height. Your soft fingers tap playfully over his already growing bulge and it’s a matter of seconds for you to untie the white ribbon that holds his hakama pants properly around his hipbones.

He shivers and bites his lower lip. You mimic his expression, with a sexy and deadly smirk that probably leaves him without the capability of speaking.

“So hard already, Shu-chan” you playfully purr before kissing his erection and letting his pants fall to the ground. You discover the many scars his body has, showing you not only his face has been wounded for protecting his friends and students. And it’s so pretty, that as you have kissed his sex, you want to kiss there too.

For a moment, lust is put aside, and love takes over. For him, meaningful acts have always been his love language… and for you, to show him that you love the marks of his past makes him melt in pure adoration.

“I can’t let you do this, let me love you first” he says, giving you his hand to stand up. You accept it, even if you don’t see anything wrong in pleasing him first.

With loving kisses on the tip of your nose and your lips both walk back to bed, where you two sit and then lay.

His hands, that from afar may look rough, feel so soft over your skin. Peeling your clothes slowly, sometimes peaking outside the window the heavy snowflakes accumulating, both let lust take over.

Hisagi tops you, taking a look at the beautiful woman underneath his frame. He takes his time to adore every inch of your skin, to kiss and taste it. “You are perfect, (Name)” he murmurs, when his lips gets to your neck.

“You too” you whisper, caressing the scars that cross his face. Truth is that you wished you could tell him so much more, but all the feelings get stuck in your throat as they want to come out all at once.

As his butterfly kisses go down your chest, he concentrates on your breasts for as long as he wants. Shuhei then, goes even lower. His tongue tracing circles around your belly button, down, down until he meets with the valley in between your spread legs.

A little bite on each of your inner thighs, his tongue after leaving the area hot and shiny. He enjoys the way your spasming muscles feel over his thumb as he keeps your legs apart. He falls in love with the way your back arches when the tip of his tongue touches your clit for the first time.

Hisagi swallows, devours you. If he were to feed from only one source all his life, he would chose your core for eternity. The honeys of your concupiscence are nothing but pure bliss to him, pure ecstasy.

And as him, you are in cloud nine too. Fingers intertwined with his spiky black hair, pulling so that he keeps taking you to heaven more and more, until it’s too much for even you.

“Make- make love to me ~” you plead, looking right at his steel eyes as he has half face nuzzled into your folds.

“Can I?” Shuhei asks, before moving forward.

You smile, delicately lifting his chin with some difficulty. “Please, do…” you beg, biting your lower lip, attracting that man to your mouth like a bee to sweet, sweet nectar.

He crawls with a serenity you never expected he would manage to have, and his lean arms now frame your shoulders. He looks at you, and the minutes become eternal as you lose yourself in his lovesick sight.

It’s almost automatic, he slides himself inside you with no warning but no violence. Slow, but so perfectly filling you with his own. Two souls joining, a heart forming with them.

Hips moving in and out, and your nails carved on his arms. Sometimes your eyes wander to his tattoos, sometimes to his belly button piercing. But the sound of your flesh against his flesh pulls you away from the spell bounding raptured look of your lover.

And the sound of flesh against flesh, mixes too, with your moans and his grunts. The sweat drop falling on the commissure of your lips, your hips bucking up unconsciously trying to melt into him, to feel him deeper, as your orgasm approaches and the inevitable words come out of your mouth.

“I’ve always loved you, Shuhei” you whine, as climax hits you. “I- I’ve alw- I love you… I love – you!” he moans, getting there too… 💖

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[j-u-u-z-o]

SHUHEI HISAGI X READER

NEW: 34 + 35 NSFW‼️ 18+

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[the-witch-of-one-piece]

霊圧 + 淫慾. //spiritual pressure + lust. / Collab with @sashi-ya 💜 Created by: The-witch-of-one-piece Shuhei x Fem Reader: Couldn't Resist N/SFW Tw: Voyeurism, Vaginal penetration, dirty talking, Dom Reader, Submissive Shuhei WC:700+

“You don’t think I would have noticed your curiosity about me and Captain Muguruma now?” You had the co-lieutenant of the 9th squad backed against the wall. “Merely just acquaintances with no strings attached.”

Shuhei felt a ball forming in the back of his throat. Shuhei admired Captain Muguruma since he was a child looking up to the man. Even representing the 69 on his face in respect for his Captain. Shuhei noticed you paying a visit to his captain every so often to discuss ‘business’. But the one night hearing of how Kensei was ‘releasing some stress with the help of you’ the lieutenant was becoming turned on and he managed to crack the door just a bit. Kensei's back was facing the door. Being the good girl for him as you were straddling his lap his callous hands gripping your hips and bringing you down on his cock. Your own fingers gripping his shoulders and digging into his flesh, you noticed a pair of eyes looking at you through the opening of the cracked door.  But you didn’t stop riding the Captain.  Even after that event, you noticed Shuhei's eyes were directed more at you often which you know was the snooping lieutenant. “No need to be bashful now Shuhei.” your thumb caresses his bottom lip. “Tell me when you saw me and Captain fucking did you touch yourself while watching?” batting your lashes up at the noticeably nervous lieutenant. “I… uhhh…” his voice trailed into a shallow breath, feeling your hand caressing his stiff cock he let a low groan out.  “______”  he mumbled underneath his breath. In this incident, he felt like you were holding the power over him and he was right, while Kensei overpowered you every single moment having this kinda power over someone turned you on, and seeing how Shuhei quivered at your touch you wanted to continue.  

“Answer my question Lieutenant.” uniting his obi your hand sliding into his uniform traveling lowered till your hand met with his cock. Feeling his cock pulsate in your hand as you begin to pump it. “Y-yes _____….” he began flexing his jaw. He wanted to grab your hand from his cock but the other part couldn’t as he wanted you to continue. With your free hand you began to untie your own obi exposing your perfect breast. The cool wind that was in the room hardened your nipples. Shuhei eyes glued to your perky breast with his own curiosity he wanted to touch them, as he reached for your breast  you stopped him. “Did you ask permission before touching?” you asked him. “Can I?” he asked as he waited for your response. When you finally agree to allow him to touch your breast, his thumb swipes your nipple. A little moan coming from your lips made him want you more. Removing your hand from his cock you began to undress him and yourself. “Have a seat like a good boy for me.” following your order to the couch he sat in the middle, the familiar position he saw you in a few nights ago. “How badly do you want it, Shuhei?” you leaned in whispering in his ear. “Badly _______.” you could feel his warm breath on your shoulder you could see he was waiting for your orders he understood now you were calling the shots.

As you began lowering yourself your warm slippery walls began to clench against the Lieutenant's cock. Slowly rocking your hips up and down his cock you felt his long slender finger holding onto your waist. Shuhei leaned his head back against the sofa; this was a way better feeling than the use of his hand. The way your cunt choked on his cock as you continued to ride him. Cleaning closer as your breast pressed against his bare chest your lips were millimeters away from his. “Your cock fits so perfectly inside me~~~.” playfully said to him. Your tongue brushes against his lips before lightly pressing a kiss on his lips.

Shuhei’s hands began to explore your naked body, his hand gripping onto your ass and the other one traveling up your back then to the back of your head gripping a fist full of hair as he pressed your lips against his. The mixture of moans filled the empty room as you both continued to fuck. Shuhei got a taste of what Kensei enjoyed in you, but also how you took control of him he craved for more of it.  He enjoyed watching you be fucked by a mentor but also fucking you for himself.

Tagging: @stygianoir @tealcat001 @dumbbitch223 @bookandyarndragon

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[seireiteiqueen]

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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[honeybleed]

take care ⋆ hisagi shuhei

content & warnings: female reader, canon compliant, mentions of PTSD symptoms, trauma, established relationship, comfort, bounces back between past and present but set around beginning of tybw, italics indicate flashback/divider indicates time skip

author’s note: bleach is is probably my favourite series ever, so me writing a fic for it so late is kinda wild, even my bio is izuru's poem

for @etherealxmaya’s good girl gone bad collab !!

thank you maya for this collab and creating this opportunity 🥺💓 love u sis + congrats on 500 🫂

word count: 2.2k

"That's Hisagi Shuhei!" Izuru said lowly, whilst the seniors instructed the class on the strict rules of a field trip on the world of the living.

"So...?" Renji responded, beyond unimpressed.

"So? He's the first student to be accepted into the Court Guards before graduating! He'll be a ranked officer before long."

"He failed the entrance exam twice though." Izuru placed a hand on his chest with a smug look upon his face. "I passed with the highest rank. So I guess that makes me way more talented than him."

"That’s not very nice, Izuru." Momo chastised.

"Yeah, what if he overhears you and kicks your ass?" You snickered causing Renji to burst out into hysterics, which earned some glares from the other students.

"I want front row seats to that!" Renji exclaimed.

"Is there something you want to share with the rest of us, freshmen?" Shuhei said, in his attempt at an authoritarian voice.

Momo and Izuru cowered but you and Renji were unbothered the slightest. "Just power-scaling the seniors and freshmen." You sassed back.

"Hmph. I wonder if that will prevent your ass becoming hollow bait." He said, bluntly. You noticed from your peripherals a look of horror cast on Renji’s face but you simply let out a snort.

"Maybe so."

Shuhei narrowed his eyes at you, then continued with the safety guidelines.

Well, it was safe to say after that day both Izuru and Shuhei were knocked down a few pedestals.

It was a simple life after Aizen, Tosen and Gin’s defection. Things were quiet. Maybe too quiet.

Paperwork and outside missions. It was slightly monotonous for you but it beat the absolute chaos of Aizen and co.

You were in the infirmary after Shuhei was injured by a hollow, trying to protect some rookie soul reapers on a field mission.

"How funny is that?" He said, with a wry chuckle.

"What is?" You questioned, brows knitting together in confusion.

"The first thing I said to you was some comment about you becoming hollow bait cos you weren't listening. Then I proceeded to become a hollow chew toy."

You shook your head and sighed.

"It’s fine...I thought I was a cool for talking back." You replied, waving a hand.

The last thing you wanted was for him to feel guilty for something that happened so long ago.

However, he had a tendency to ruminate bad memories whenever he wound up in Fourth Division's infirmary.

His fingers grazed over the scars on the side of his face.

"Will you quit that?" You tutted, clamping a hand around his wrist and yanking it away from his face. You cradled his cheek, and stroked where his fingers had just been.

"How many times I told you I like the scars? They make you look real rugged." You said in a teasing tone.

"You’re annoying." He responded, unable to stop the smile that was tugging at the corner of his lips.

"You love it." You said, then leaned across the bed to plant a loving peck onto his lips.

Shuhei had moments here and there where he could completely catch you off guard, and now was one of them.

He immediately slid his palm on the nape of your neck, not allowing you to sit back on the chair and crushed his lips against yours in a more frenzied and passionate kiss.

You almost lost your balance in shock and toppled onto him which made you gasp. He snaked his hands across your waist and hauled you onto him.

Public displays of affection on this level were a little inappropriate considering you both were in a different division's base.

And the last thing you wanted was for Captain Unohana to tear the both of you to shreds in her honey sweet voice.

The two of you whipped your head around towards the entrance of the room at the sound of scuttling.

"M'sorry! I’m so sorry! I should've knocked! Please, please forgive me-" The familiar pitiful and deer in headlights demeanour belonging none other to Hanataro Yamada.

You slid off Shuhei’s lap and bowed exactly ninety degrees, despite Hanataro ranking even lower than you.

"I sincerely apologise, seventh seat yamada! i'll be taking my leave, apologies for interfering with your work!"

"Kiss ass." Shuhei muttered under his breath, in which you gave him the finger. Unbeknownst to Hanataro.

Hanataro meekly made his way towards the bed and gave a grateful nod.

"Oh, you don't need to be so formal with me Fifth seat L/N!" He said, eyes forming little crescents and pink dusting his cheeks. "You’re my senior! All Lieutenant Hisagi needs is a quick bandage change and he'll be good to go!"

"Really?" Shuhei asked, raising a brow.

"You tryna play hooky, Lieutenant?" You said, with a smug smile.

"Pfft. I’m sure another hour here and the Ninth division would implode." He groaned.

                .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You laid beside Shuhei, your hand settled on his chest watching it raise up and down.

Lately he'd drop by your division's barracks to sleep with you but there was never much talk or even affection.

He’d be out cold in a matter of minutes.

You tried to not take it so personally. His workload was always tenfolds compared to the other lieutenants since it was the Ninth division's responsibility to run the Seireitei Bulletin.

Then there was the matter of him having to battle his beloved mentor and captain who was going against the very morals he'd passed onto him.

And how he witnessed him being cruelly slaughtered by Aizen.

It was almost as if the two of you were connected because as soon as you even thought about it, Shuhei’s face contorted in discomfort and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead.

He made incoherent, strangled noises from the back of his throat.

"Shuhei..." You said gently, not trying to send him hurtling into a full blown panic attack.

He began to open his eyes and sat up immediately.

"Where am I?" He questioned.

"My room." You responded. "Was it a bad dream?"

He didn't answer, however the look on his face told you all you needed to know.

You couldn't even tell him it was just a dream. It was his reality.

"Let me get you a glass of water, okay?" You said as you slid out of the bed.

"No, I'm not...thirsty. Stay with me, Y/N. Please." He said, eyes pleading as he tugged on your hand.

"You need water, Shuhei. I’ll be right back, I promise."

You handed him a cup, and stood beside him as he gulped the water.

"Not thirsty, my ass. Look at you gulping it down like you were stranded in the desert for days." You remarked, in an attempt to make him laugh. Much to no avail.

"Can you hold me?"

"Oh, Shu...of course.." You sighed as you gathered him in your arms, his cheek resting against your shoulder. You pressed a kiss on the crown of his head and twirled your fingers around his jet black locks.

As you held him, you felt something wet drip onto your hand. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

"I’m sorry. I’m so weak." He rasped out.

"You’re the strongest man I know, Shu. Don’t ever think otherwise."

"What did I do to deserve an angel like you?"

"Become a hollow chew toy." You echoed his comment finally getting a chuckle from him.

He sighed.

"You know straight after that day there were nights i couldn't sleep until the sun was up." He said, voice low. "Every time I close my eyes, I’m brought back to that exact moment. And I’m so helpless, I stand there doing nothing.”

"You need to focus on now. The past and the future is completely out of your control and you need to accept that." You said firmly.

"We may be soul reapers who guide humans but the core part of that is to be a warrior. You took a massive blow back then, but you live to fight again and that's what matters."

He rested his head onto your chest.

It was something you told him to do the first time he started getting nightmares and insomnia after Tosen passed away.

"Just focus on my heartbeat."

                .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Unbearable silence.

The atmosphere was so eerily silent after the damn near annihilation by the Sternritters.

What could be said?

You witnessed first hand, your close friend Izuru blasted to smithereens as his flesh and blood splattered across you all.

Shuhei was a wreck, being first witness of Yamamoto's inferno of rage.

Your hands would not, for the life of you, stop trembling. You were so jittery and on edge you headed to the bathroom of the Ninth division's barracks to shower in hopes of trying to soothe yourself.

Your head whipped to see shuhei standing at the door. Your eyes met, but there was nothing either of you could possibly say to express how you truly felt.

His eyes were so...dull.

You gestured for him to join you, and he wordlessly obliged as he began to undo his shihakusho.

He clambered into the tub as the shower head sprayed a jet of scorching water, you stepped to the side to allow him to wetten his hair and scrub his skin with the soapy washcloth.

"I don't...deserve this." He finally croaked out.

"Huh?"

"I just stood there." he said, referring to when Captain Commander told him to move and let him deal with the Quincy invader.

"You stood your ground, Shuhei. Don’t beat yourself up.." You said, a little dazed from earlier.

Your head was spinning, for sure.

You were exceptional at combat, your skills was regularly praised by all of the Thirteen Squad Guards but nothing could've prepared you for that.

"This always happens. I always freeze, look at me Y/N!" He suddenly cried out as he grabbed your wrist. "The scars on my face are testament enough to how much of a coward I am-"

"That’s ENOUGH!" You screeched at the top of your lungs, causing him to wince at your volume as your yelling echoed throughout the room. You instantly tore away from his grip.

The water continued as the both of you stared at each other, unable to break the stare.

His eyebrows knitted together in dismay, eyes glossed over with tears.

His lips cut, slashes and bruising across his skin. You had taken an equally painful thrashing but your reaction was a completely different contrast.

The scowl on your face told him all he needed to know. Whilst he was drowning in the waves of guilt and deprecation, you were seething.

You immediately pushed past him, yanked a towel and marched out of the bathroom, leaving him dumbfounded.

After he finished his shower, he stood at the doorway of your quarters.

"I need to go." His voice called out, dragging you out of your train of thought.

"Where?"

"There's a lot of casualties so...it's better to be out." He responded, a little ashamed from his outburst.

"I’m staying in." You said, curtly. "I suggest you do to. You’re clearly not in the right state of mind to be embroiled in all of that right now."

"...I can't do that." He said, lowly. "I’m sorry."

"Shuhei, do you even know why you're apologising?" You sneered.

"You’re angry at me...so I must've upset you somehow." He said, in an uncertain tone as he grimaced.

You squinted your eyes shut as you felt the dam holding back your emotions burst for the dozenth time today.

"I’m not angry at you, Shuhei." You said. "I’m frustrated!"

"You're my everything. And it kills me inside watching you suffer every night. I wish more than anything I could take those thoughts away from you." You said, voice cracking.

"You don't have to do that."

"How can you even blame yourself for something not even our General Commander could withstand?!" You cried out, in an incredulous tone as you threw up your hands.

"I’m sorry for even burdening you with that." Shuhei said, lowly.

"...Just stop apologising." You said in a pained tone as you ran a hand over your face.

You were met with silence.

"The only thing on my mind when the chaos began was to wonder where you were. I know you are a fighter but I was panicking thinking I’d lost you." He said, not meeting your gaze.

"You’re not gonna lose me." You said, voice full of determination.

"...How do you know that?" He asked, voice hoarse.

"I’ll always find my way back to you. Whether its in this life or the next." You responded.

Shuhei felt his heart swell. In many ways, he viewed you as an angel sent to him.

How you managed to keep your head up and wits about you even with such tragedy and havoc surrounding you.

You stood up from the bed and rubbed your temples together.

"I’ll go with you, then." You stated, making your way to the wardrobe to fetch the folded shihakusho but suddenly you felt his chest press against your back and his face nestle into the crook of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You blinked hard as tears began to prick at your waterline and you laced your fingers with his. Your thumb stroking the callouses and veins.

His scent that you'd become so accustomed to, something woody yet aromatic, warm and leathery was always a comfort.

"Thank you." He breathed out, shakily. "For being by my side."

"Always and forever."

author's note:

if you read this far thank you so much!!

i wanted to say sorry if the reader comes across dismissive of shuhei’s trauma, i only figured this was the mentality across the soul society. i feel as if all the soul reapers wouldn’t really appreciate some sort of pity party and would much rather prefer a kick up the backside.

hopefully the next bleach fic i make will be a tosen one.

he's one of my favourite characters too and i didn't want to make him sound selfish however i feel like thats how the three (aizen, tosen and gin) were portrayed to everybody else.

SPOILERS but when you read the light novel aizen admits that he killed tosen out of mercy because he knew tosen wouldn't be able to handle the guilt if he survived the battle for karakura town.

anyways i'm rambling but love u all ehehe 🫶🏽💓

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I loved the male captains one.... How about how the male lieutenants (& Yumichika ofc) kiss you headcanons?? 😘 I hope you're having a good week! :)

ahahah yessss! I think I included most of the lieutenants, but let me know if I missed any <3 <3

Ikkaku: Zero problems or complaints let's just be honest. He's a really good kisser and he's not even trying half the time. He'll cup your face and pull your face towards him.

His kisses are firm and fervent.

Ikkaku is a thigh man, so he adores kissing your thighs. He loves the way your skin feels and how it gives you butterflies.

Yumichika: He could honestly hit me with a bus and I'd still forgive him. Yumichika acts really annoyed and not really happy to be kissing you. You only know that he actually enjoys it because of how his lips press against yours for as long as they can and his thumbs brush over your cheeks so fondly.

He appreciates kissing every part of you, but his favorite is your lips. Nothing will beat the feeling of your lips colliding.

Shuhei: He's super soft and delicate when kissing you. His lips are always plump and super warm against yours. Shuhei's palms are always sweaty when he's pressing his lips against yours, so he usually keeps them on your waist or your shoulders.

He also really loves shoulder kisses in private moments or in public. It's a quick way of saying hi or goodbye for Shuhei.

Izuru: He's super shy when kissing you, but in private he's super sensual and romantic when he's kissing you. Izuru loves to take his time, tasting your lips and relishing in how they feel against yours or he loves kissing your jawline.

He'll suck on your skin and it makes you all hot and heavy.

Renji: No shame whatever soever. His hands are roaming all your body and definitely groping you in places he shouldn't be when he's got his tongue inside of your mouth or kissing your neck.

His kisses always have a deeper meaning behind them, trying to express how much he truly loves you and wants to be with you.

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