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danddymaro · 2 years

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The Healer| Hanataro Yamada x Reader

Maybe you want to take this as something more friendly than romantic, either way, Hanataro is with you!

kind and supportive bb right here.

Reader is 3rd Division so we’re gonna talk about Gin my peeps.

Hanataro def. has a crush on the reader.

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The healer

“ Ah ! (f/n)-chan! (f/n)-chan!” A very familiar voice persisted, each word followed by exhausted, huffy breaths that came out in heavy bursts.

Slowly, the young woman turned around to see the indigo-haired young male stumble in her direction with his ever-present, shaky smile being worn as a pleasantry to everyone he came across.

“Hanataro,” she said with a touch of wonder, surprised to see him, but nonetheless addressing him with a small smile because the surprise didn't mean he wasn't welcome to approach her.

He was always welcomed, always appreciated.

His cheeks turned pink out of exhaustion and undoubtedly his usual fluster as he began to ramble,

“I saw you walk by and thought hey! you seem like you're not doing anything !" he started, the way he fumbled with his hands drawing her attention to them as she listened to him push through the words with an anxiousness that made him speak before he could think.

" And guess what? I'm not doing anything - so wait no!” he said panicking, regretting what he said as he lifted his hands up in defense, shaking them frantically to try and get another do-over on his invitation.

“No, no, no !” he exclaimed, “- not like you're not important, or don't have anything to do! I know you get real busy! Especially with...with

- I just figured you're just strolling by," he explained.

"- So, maybe you're free... F- Free to spend time with me...” he then said quietly, still stumbling over his words as he pointed a finger at himself, the ending bit of it sounding so soft she strained to hear it.

She could only shake her head at his animated way of acting before smiling even greater, the placid expression of kindness she wore morphing into one of elated entertainment, and welcome that was always there for him.

“Of course Hana," she lightly giggled, " I have time for you,” she added with a little huff of amusement.

‘I always have time for you,’ she thought to herself.

Although the touch of coral that had blossomed over his cheeks persisted, soft relief settled over him, and she mused over how adorable he looked.

- How impossibly sweet he always happened to seem.

The joyful moment was cut short when a searing ache shot through her, coming with a ruthless strike of pain that forced her to stumble.

She winced, attempting her best to keep the noise down and not alarm her friend, but failed miserably from the start.

Instant worry flooded him, and he expressed it in a horrified glance,

“(f/n)!” he breathed with concern, reaching for her, but stopping short when she was even quicker to push him away.

"I'm fine!" she said hastily, shooting out her hand before he stepped closer to her, but the action itself only served to pain her more, and her knees nearly buckled.

Pathetically, she hunched over, a suppressed howl of pain held back by her tightly gritted teeth.

- The last thing she wanted was for him to make a big deal.

Above all things, she hated being fussed over.

He shook his head defiantly, ignoring her and rushing to her side instead, the professional practice he took part in every day taking over.

"You're not!" He stated, showing assertiveness which diminished as his hand accidentally landed over the wounded area on her side and she cried out in pain yet again, that time unbale to hold it back in time.

" You have not healed at all!" he said frantically, wide-eyed as he realized that she hadn't healed yet from her previous injury.

Truthfully, there were still so many people that hadn’t healed since the battle against Aizen.

"Let me just have a look at you !" he argued, trying to coax her into agreeing by shooting large, blue eyes at her that glimmered with concern.

Through her dark lashes she could see his concerned expression as he desperately held still, waiting for the second she accepted his aid, leaving her no real option but to comply.

Biting her lip, she then looked away, embarrassed.

As she swallowed both a wad of spit as well as her pride down her throat, she nodded towards him, complying.

" You can...” She told him, “But it’s not nessisary, I'm fine, really..." she persisted, trying to make her injury seem less severe even before he could see it.

- And it was because she knew how nasty it looked.

"I’m fine...” she said before hanging her head low to hide her humiliation, grateful that at the very least there wasn’t anyone else around.

“- can we please go somewhere else first?” the woman asked, and he understood, silently nodding.

His only concern was the wounds she retained and how he could help.

It’s been the first time he was truly alone with her, and while it made him somewhat nervous, it was the idea of being in her home, alone that really set his heart off.

Nothing would happen, of course he wasn’t stupid enough to think there could be, but even then, such a pretty girl in his presence always had him feeling like anything he would do could be wrong.

Once inside and after sitting down on the tatami mat, she gingerly removed the top of her uniform, letting it hang from her waist, exposing a poorly bandaged chest to him so that everything that showed the evidence of her prior battle was set before his eyes.

Meanwhile he removed his medic kit that was stapped to his back, setting it downcarefully before he looked up at her again.

She was ashamed of the ugly scars marring her skin, the deep, dark carvings that never went away disgusting to her.

She was ashamed over every carved indent, every ugly mark that refused to leave… she hated it all.

And sure enough she was also embarrassed over her crudely done patchwork, because it’d been a long time since she actually had anyone looking at her.

She took care of herself, and while sometimes it took just a bit too long to be fully healed, she always pulled through.

Somehow, she always pulled through.

'I'm ugly aren't I?' She thought with a bitter smile, having noticed his horrified glance that happened at first before he composed himself.

Before long is blue eyes were intent to find the problem which was hidden beneath her patchwork.

“(F/n)?” he then started, almost uncertain as he picked his eye sup to her face,

“Can I?” he asked softly, his right hand's index and middle fingers hooking within a loser part of the bandages.

With a nervous bite to her lower lip she nodded her head, choosing to look away as he removed them with a gingerly tug that let them slowly flow down.

He noticed the way she practically shrunk and pulled down her head, and while her state of undress had it’s part in her embarrassment, he’d caught on to what filled the rest.

Perhaps he wasn’t always the sharpest, but after knowing (F/n) little by little, he’d noticed just a couple of things about her that had always made him purse his lips. because he found it sad that such a beautiful person had such an ugly idea about herself.

"- There's nothing to be ashamed of," he told her offering her a gentle smile of assurance, not quite convincing her, though giving her enough comfort to let her shoulders slowly slack.

"- You're still beautiful," He said meekly, and he didn't dare to look up at her, instead, keeping his eyes down, trying to focus on the terrible bruising that decorated her flesh, needing his every bit of will to not tremble too mcuh.

Her eyes went wide at his statement, and she couldn't help but let a stray tear escape her.

" Why are you saying that?" she mumbled with a touch of fluster, her eyes thick with glisten.

"- You're trying so hard to hide them," he said with certainty. " You always try so hard to hide them,” he commented, having noticed how she hid even the smallest ones with shame beneath long sleeves.

“I suppose this is why you hardly ever go to my division willingly," he added with knowing, having suspected it before then.

“That’s why you take care of yourself too...And you don’t let anyone look at you. Even right now... you're ashamed to even let me look at them," he continued.

“no one is ever afraid of me,” he mused out loud as he made the recall, “ But right now your acting like it,” he said with a soft chuckle.

"You have to know... (f/n)-chan. I don't care," he told her, the soft curling of the ends of his mouth a true translation from his heart.

"They're not ugly… they're.... interesting," he said, finding the right word to describe them.

"I mean, if I'm being honest, I think they're kinda’ cool !" he said with enthusiasm, his teeth showing as he actually grinned.

“Maybe if I had some like these no one would make fun of me and think I'm such a wuss!” he freely chuckled, his own self doubt evident.

They looked at each other for a few second more before he decided to bring his eyes back down to the trouble spots, his gaze fleeing as he coward.

His hands hovered over her flesh, the green glow to them warm, but not as pleasantly warming as his true touch when his palms accidently grazed her as they traveled, taking care of every other patch he could.

She sat dumbfounded at his innocence and shook her head at his little rant.

She hadn't noticed how he put even more effort into transferring his energy, trying to erase the evidence of the injury as best he could doing so as she was distracted by running thoughts.

"Thank you," She said softly, her heart truly bursting with happiness as she watched him then fumble the medical kit, finding the materials he needed to bandage her up.

He’d care for her properly, show her that there was no harm in being tended to.

" No need, " He said while offering yet another smile to her.

" I heal people remember? " he said with a brightness that shined so bright she felt warm in his presence.

" You just need some healing here too…" he said poking between her naked chest, and the touch had her glowing with new color.

He seemed to understand that what he’d done, as kind as it had intended to be, was something that shouldn't have been proceeded with with how she was.

She didn’t say anything, and he took it as a forgiveness, as a sign she’d understood he hadn’t meant wrong.

He then cleared his throat,

" Now, " he then stated, "You should rest," he proposed.

"No one bounces back so quickly," he informed her, " Plenty of the captains are still healing, their lieutenant as well.

- In fact, the head captain himself has taken his visits to my division too," he continued to inform her.

"So you don't have to prove anything to anyone," he said with certainty, speaking from the heart.

"Plenty of us look up to you already... I look up to you...” He confessed.

“ For us, it’d be more disappointing to know you overworked yourself than to know you took a moment to breathe," Hanataro kept speaking.

“And about your scars... Their mark doesn’t take away from who you are...It doesn’t make you any less beautiful , because you’re a-” it was then that he heard a little sniffle, and he stiffened at the sound.

Her name came out in a little, uncertain mumble, his eyebrows drawn up with a soft worry.

She didn’t let him finish, not needing to hear more,

"Thank you, Hana..." (f/n) breathed, her breath coming out shaky.

Ever since her captain had left there'd been a heavy ache in her chest.

Gin had left not only a vacant seat, but a little hole in her heart that was yet another wound she couldn’t mend.

She wasn’t the only one suffering, and she knew that it would take a long time for things to get better, and even so, she still felt alone.

She still felt hurt, and that somehow that pain would not go away, and no matter how much she wanted to say what plagued her, it felt impossible.

Even as she offered her time to Izuru, helping him pull through the same pain she had, she never stayed long enough to receive the same encouragement back.

- And she knew that it was something that weighed at his heart too, because he couldn't help her.

He couldn't help someone that always drew back, and especially not when he hadn’t healed himself.

“Hana...” she murmured, her voice frail. “ can I hug you?” she asked, needing it, needing someone’s touch, someone who cared.

If she could choose anyone in the world, if she could give in to someone just once, then he’d be the person.

He silently nodded as he leaned in, opening his arms and waiting for her as she met him in between.

“And Can you stay with me?” she asked him, “ just for a while? “ she shakenly asked as she snuggled into his arms more, ashamed at how desperatly she held on.

“Just this once,” she promised.

He sat there with her in between his legs and pulled to his chest.

Her wet cheek was pressed against his torso, and she struggled to speak, not thinking for once, just saying what came to mind, what regularly weighed her down.

“I- I miss him so much!” she lamented, saying what she hadn’t been able to tell her fellow division members, because he hadn’t left anything good behind.

-Nothing but crumbles.

“I hate him for leaving! I hate him for hurting us... but I miss him, and I wish he was here so I could tell him!” she continued.

“ And I wish I could see his stupid face again!” (f/n) hiccupped.

“I wish that , that he’d tell us why, why he hurt us,” She asked, knowing that it was too late to know, the answer to that question just as dead as he was.

“Didn’t he care?

...Even a little?” she asked herself, wondering if he felt anything as he watched her and Izuru in the same battlefield as he was.

She wondered if he could feel the way they looked at him, with so much trampled over love that it was impossible to keep looking, to keep giving him the opportunity to see their repressed sorrow.

And Rangiku,

- Was she also nothing to him too?

“Was he really trying to kill me?” (f/n) then breathed, shaking terribly as she remembered his cold gaze, the quick slice of his extended blade still felt with every time the wound throbbed.

At that, Hanataro held her tighter, not knowing the truth, just knowing what he was told.

He’d heard it from another person in his squadron, the girl a rather chatty one that knew too much about too many people.

“Poor girl...” she started, whispered to him as (f/n) walked past with a small stack of paperwork being delivered.

“I remember she used to follow him around all the time... Anyone could tell she was in love with him,” she then added, and hearing that, perhaps it should have felt more of a scathe.

It should have made him feel jealous, but instead he felt saddened.

Saddened, because the truth was, it wasn’t so hard to believe.

- And he remembered how little she smiled after he left.

“Then I heard that he tried to kill her,” she then went on, tutting. “to think he’d be so cold...so vile,” she huffed.

“-If it hadn’t been for her lieutenant, that traitor would have sliced right through her.” she informed him with notable distain.

Silently, Hanataro listened, his expression downhearted as he continued to listen, wondering if the gossip had reached (f/n).

“You can cry all you want,” he then said, “I'll stay here with you until there’s nothing left,” he promised her, after all, healing was his specialty.

A/N: First off, I LOVE THIS BOY. AND I LOVE ANGST.

I'm sorry I drifted off with the Gin thing, I just have this BIG boner for that theme. It was originally supposed to be including Tosen/ shuhei, but I felt Gin was better because I can only assume he died being a villain to everyone else. Tosen at the very least, right at the end, was able to mend things with his people.

In a way at least before Aizen said, “your time is up my boi”

Tbh, speaking story wise, people could interpret it as her in Love with gin, but honestly there are so many forms of love, and if someone I cared about and respected, and looked up to so much just left me...yeah.

I’d be hurt.

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muzansfangs · 5 months

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How they eat you out.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; Ichimaru Gin x f!reader;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, language, dom!aizen, dom!gin, dom!kisuke, sub!reader, oral sex (f!reader receiving), dirty talk, slight degradation kink, spanking, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, praising kink;

Plot: they love you, they love you so much that giving you oral has become an art for them. But they all have a different style, their own unique way of doing it. How do they eat you out? What do they do to make you melt under their skilful tongue?

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

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Sosuke Aizen.

When Aizen wants to eat you out he will specifically ask you to lay on your back and let him take the lead. How does he enjoy feasting on you? With your legs draped over his shoulders, his slender fingers gripping the plush of your thighs both to keep you in place and drive you mad. The cute whimpers leaving your mouth, as his tongue swirls around your bundle of nerves for the sake of his sadistic side, make him go nuts, albeit he would never let you know about it. You want more, your hips bucking up as breathy pleas roll out of your tongue, when Sosuke locks eyes with you.

“Beg” he huskily demands, his hot breath fanning your dripping heat.

Chest raising and falling erratically, you shoot a desperate glance at him, teary eyes boring into his dark ones, as you give up. Trying to front, or display difiance with him will only grant you hours of torture and you are in no position to endure more teasing from him. He is unbothered by your bratty attitude most of the times, his annoyance showed off in the way he drags out your orgasms only to let you utterly unsatisfied in the end.

“Please, please, Sosuke, make me come! I can’t take it anymore!” you whine out, your bottom lip wobbling as he grins up at you, his mouth leaving open-mouthed kisses down your inner thigh until he reaches your aching cunt.

“You are lucky I am in a good mood” he states, before his mouth dives back between your legs and his lips wrap around your throbbing clit.

You moan loudly, your back arching as you squeeze your eyes shut to focus on the heavenly sensation he is blessing you with. He sucks onto it, his fingers digging into your skin, and you are more than sure that tomorrow morning you are going to find bruises in the shape of his fingerprints on your thighs. But it is worth the pain, this pleasure is something only he can provide you.

When you gasp for the overstimulation, he dips his tongue into your core, his thumb reaching up to your clit and pressing onto it in circular motions. At this point, incoherent words leave your lips as you squirm and your toes curl. He does not even care about the fact that your legs are now squeezing his head.

Looking up at you from behind his dark eyelashes, Aizen replaces his tongue with his index and forefinger and curl them inside you, having no trouble in reaching that sensitive spongy spot within your inner walls. You squeal out in pleasure, your jaw going slack, as your body jolts up for the sudden stimulation.

“Let me taste you, darling. Let me drink from you” Sosuke murmurs, his voice soothing and contrasting with his lustful and lewd gestures.

You cannot retaliate, replying is impossible at this point. When his tongue begin to twirl around your abused clit again, while his fingers thrust in and out of you in a depraved melody of squelching sounds, it is time for you to give him what he wants.

You arch your back, sinful moans filling the room as your orgasm rips through you and Sosuke is quick to withdraw his fingers, now glistening in your essence. He leisurely sucks them clean, before lapping at your core so sensually your body twitches.

“You’re so beautiful, when you’re fucked out” he comments, kissing his way up your stomach until he hovers over your writhing frame.

When his hand reaches down to unbuckle his belt, you know he is far from being done with you.

Gin Ichimaru.

This man is a real menace. He loves giving you oral more than receiving. While he is prone to do it pretty much at any given occasion, he has a thing for bending you over his desk and eating you out from behind. No matter how you many times you try to object that it is degrading, he does not give a damn about it.

He loves the control he has over your body, his large, calloused and bony hands spread your rears as his tongue explores your core deeply, until you bang your fist onto the wooden desk and squirm around under his ministrations.

“Stop squirming, little girl, or I might have to give you a punishment” he chides you, lapping at your folds assiduously.

Sweat beads your forehead, your foreteeth sinking onto your bottom lip as you whimper and, when he deliberately bites softly at your lips to earn a reaction from you, there is nothing that you can do but try to stand back up. Gin obviously sneers, his hands pushing you back down onto the desk as he delivers you a rather brutal spank. A cute yelp erupts from your throat, eyes widening even so slightly, as he slips his hand between your thighs to cup your sex.

“What a naughty little minx you are… What was that, huh? You are clearly asking for a punishment, you little masochist” Gin taunts you, smirking as his long fingers plung into your arching core without much of a warning.

You are dripping, your nails scraping the wooden surface of the desk as Gin watches the way your face scrunches up in shameful grimaces expressing your pleasure. It is not enough, he wants to really leave you thinking about this little session you are having for hours, before you are going back to work for your Captain.

“Gin! Fuck— Please, please, I can’t take it! I need t-to come” you beg him, as he kneels back behind you and pulls his fingers out of your entrance.

“Yes, you can. Now shut your pretty mouth and let me enjoy this pussy before you go back to Aizen” the Captain of the Third Division says, before delving his tongue into you and making your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

Your body is trembling, he can feel it, and the way your walls clamp down the tip of his tongue are a clear sign that you are close to your climax. A presumptuous smile gracing his thin lips, Gin does anything in his power to help you reach your climax. With a flick of his tongue, you scream out his name and the smirking snake below you is ready to collect your juices on his tongue.

Once he is done, he glances down at you and playfully spanks you again, leaning down towards your ear “Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up. I don’t want to hear Aizen complain about how messy you looked at the reunion” he teases you, earning a groan of frustration from you.

But, as much as you despise the way he drives you mad, Gin Ichimaru has elicited reactions from you no one has ever made you experience before.

“I’m coming” you whisper, standing back up for real this time.

“Again?” Gin jests, only for you to grasp a slipper and throw it at him.

Urahara Kisuke.

Listen to me. If he was about to die and he was granted one last wish, this man would be asking for someone to sit on his face. He enjoys, no, he adores eating you out. He could spend hours between your thighs, savoring your essence over and over again. But if you just sit on his face, he will not make you regret your choice. The way you whimper and cry out his name from up above makes him literally hard.

“Kisuke, gosh, that’s— ah!” you struggle to find proper words to describe the way he gradually making you crumble down at his feet. His tongue is relentless in the way it twirls and swirl around your bundle of nerves, or the way it hastily dips into your core to collect each and every drop of your juices not to let them go to waste.

“I know, kitten, I know… Just let this old shop-keeper lavish your pussy. I am so hungry, I swear” he whines, hands sprawled over your hips to help you keep your balance. While he is clearly in command, even if he apparently does not seem to have the upper hand, this lazy man might even ask you to help him in the said task.

“Ride my face, baby, come on” he rasps out, palming himself through his pants as you cannot help yourself but slowly start to move your hips at a sensual tempo.

He groans, eyes close as his lips, teeth and tongue work together to help you reach your third orgasm. Your muscles burn, you are on the verge of collapsing for the powerful and draining waves of pleasure he has made you experience, but as you cry out in pleasure again you realize he has ruined you forever.

No one is going to give you oral the way he does.

“Fuck! Fuck! K-Kisuke, I’m—” you chime then, a scandalous high-pitched tone of voice piercing his ears as you increase the pace of your tempo. You are so close, so close to bathe him into your juices once again and he is eager to taste you as if it is the first time.

“Yes, princess, just like that! Come for me, good job, baby” he utters, smiling in ecstasy as you whimper and your orgasm leaves your mind blank. His tongue viciously laps at your core, a guttural sound leaving his throat in the meanwhile. He is so glad you exist.

As you pant and climb off of his face, muscles aching and eyes closed, Kisuke humms and jokingly squeezes your thigh before tugging his pants down his legs and smiling.

“If you want, we can try a sixty-nine now” he breathes out, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and making you chuckle softly in return.

You love that pervert shop-keeper so much.

tags: @electronicwitchcollection @aizenwifey @stygianoir @brittscafe my way to apologize for the late updates❤️

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gojos-espresso · 1 year

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Moonlight

My first smut which I'm publishing, so go easy on me.

Pairing:Izuru Kira x gn! Reader

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of blood, oral (reader receiving), unprotected sex, nipple play, mating press, slight choking. Crying but not as in dacryphillia ig MINORS MDNI

Not Proofread, we die like ukitake...

You weren't aware how much time had passed since you last saw Kira smile genuinely. After Gin Ichimaru's betrayal and almost injuring his classmate, Izuru lost the spark in his eyes. Though it was not completely gone a few months ago, after the recent arrancar attack it somewhat did.

An almost fatal encounter left you heavily injured. With multiple wounds on your body and your heavily bloodied Shihakushō left Izuru in shambles, and now he had trapped you between him and the Tatami of his quarters.

"Name, don't leave me" he whispered between kisses as his wet eyelashes feathered along your cheeks. He had tears in his eyes when you arrived from the squad 4 barracks fully healed. You felt his growing bulge on your thigh which caused you to moan. He suddenly sat up panting and tugged on your uniform "May I?" You nodded as he carefully peeled your clothes whilst holding in tears. It was always hard for him to see you injured and this it broke him.

He planted kisses on your forehead and nose before he traced kisses down your neck to your cleavage before settling on your nipple. He tugged on it with his teeth earning a sharp moan from you. He looked up at you as he swiped his tongue on your nipple earning another one. Grabbing your other breast he starts sucking on it, tantalizingly slow. Your back arches at the sensation. He lets go of it with a pop and switches to the other one. This time his hand traces down between your thighs, swiping his fingers along your slit before settling his fingers on your clit. "Found it," Izuru says as he let go of your nipple and starts rubbing circles on your clit. "Izuru~" you moan. "Say, my name love. Say that you won't leave me" Your eyes were rolling back into your skull by now due to the intense waves of arousal rocking your body. "I won't-ah I would never leave you Izuru." You almost screamed as his pace increased. Your moans grew louder with each second, the climax approaching fast. "Let go love, just let go" he whispered as he reached for your lips drinking in your moans.

As Kira was discarding his robes you mustered some strength and pushed upwards pouncing on him. A surprised yelp left him as you straddled him kissing him hard as you adjust yourself on his lap grinding hard earning moans from him, almost as if it was his first time. You break apart to look at him, intoxicated eyes lined with tears ready to spill, red cheeks, and a parted mouth gasping for air, he looks beautiful like this, so close to you, so in love with you, with a carnal hunger for you.

You start teasing your slit with his shaft, coating it in all your juices before pushing it in, a hard jolt rattling you due to its stretch and the depth it covered, "so-so full" you moaned as rocked forward, back arching as pleasure clouded you. Kira by this point had lost all sense pushing his hips upwards as he held you close, moaning wantonly. "Love, God love. You feel so good!" tears spilling. You pulled him close biting his neck, begging him to go faster. He pushed harder almost whilst holding you tighter.

"Izuru I'm close!" you screamed, as he growled into your shoulder indicating he was too. You came hard, thighs shivering, vision clouded as you felt warmth fill your hole. "Izuru" you breathed out as came down from your high. You felt something wet on your shoulder, Izuru looked up tears flowing down his face, "Please don't let go. I'll protect you, just don't leave." He sobbed, hugging you once more. You knew how bad it had been for him and it gave you relief seeing him open up and let go. You kissed his forehead and held his face and gazed into those blue orbs filled with love and vulnerability. "I won't ever leave your side darling. Never. Why font we take a bath?" His eyes widened as he sighed in relief letting you guide him to the bath.

The end

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muzansfangs · 4 months

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Sweater weather.

Starring: Renji Abarai x f!reader; Aizen Sosuke, Gin Ichimaru, mention to Byakuya Kuchiki;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: angst, slight nsfw, mention to fingering, fluff, minor injuries, mention to reader being chained, abusive language, bruises, psychological manipulation, threats, sleep deprived reader, recovering, mention to reader being kidnapped, friends to lovers, struggling with feelings;

Plot: the moment he found you chained to the wall, hooded eyes puffy for the tears you had shedded for days, he realized how badly he loved you. He would have never forgiven Aizen and Gin for what they had done to you. Back to your flat in the human world, you still had some trouble moving on. The post traumatic stress disorder you were experiencing was making it hard to even rest properly. He dropped his duties as a Liutenant for visiting you, for holding you in his arms. He would have made sure to warm up your broken heart once again.

Track: Sweater Weather — The Neighbourhood: “ 'Cause it's too cold for you here and now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater".

MASTERLIST FOR THE EVENT.

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The shackles restraining your wrists for days had left some visible marks over your skin. Along with those, there were some other bruises sprinkled in various parts of your body. They had mostly healed, by now.

Wounds and ecchymosis, at some point, all fade away.

There are some other injuries, though, hard to wash away. Your soul was still shaken, your heart ached, whenever you laid down and tried to rest. You had returned home safe and sound, but your mind was still stuck in Las Noches.

Every single time you closed your eyes, memories of what had happened pestered your mind.

Their voices, Gin's laughter in particular, still echoed into your mind. In your dreams, the horror you had experienced repeated itself. It was always the same: you stared at him like a small, helpless deer waiting for the hunter to shoot it to death, as he mocked you with his cool and mocking tone of voice. Struggling, wriggling away was useless. After attempting to do it the first time, Aizen had seraphically reminded you of how stupid that decision was and how detrimental to your health it could be as well.

"If I were you, I would not do it. You see, the metal cuffs might cut onto your skin. You do not want to shed any more blood to feed Gin's sadistic side, do you?" Aizen had whispered in your ear, before gently tapping with a tissue on your left wrist.

You were too busy trembling and staring at him in fear, your throat burning for the insults you had shouted at their faces at the top of your lungs, for noticing that you had indeed injured yourself. When Aizen showed you the once immaculate tissue, you saw some crimson stains on it.

You saw your blood.

Pulling on the chains had only caused you a physical damage. From that day on, you stopped tossing and turning. Your only weapon was your tongue. Slaps and kicks were what you received in return of the despicable words you reserved to them. But you were not going to give up on your voice because you were scared of some pain.

"Where's your Prince Charming? I thought he would have sealed the Oceans to free you. Maybe he forgot about you... Or a shark has swallowed him whole! Oh, you poor thing, don't sob like that! I can always try to cheer you up, though. You are so pretty, when you drown in your sorrow. So messed up and cute!" Gin taunted you, gripping your jaw roughly and forcing you to lock eyes with him.

You were glad your vision was blurry, as your tastebuds were met with the metallic and dreadful taste of your own blood. Your lips had cracked, your head aching, as you were still trying to recover from the harsh smack you he had just delivered to you.

But your agony did not last for too long. You never lost your hope and you were so upset you had fainted in his arms, as he ran down the corridors of that palace that resembled a maze just to save you. His familiar scent, his deep and hoarse voice lowered to reassure you that no one would have hurt you anymore. Looking back at it, perhaps, you had not fainted. Your body had probably just relaxed, comfortable in the strong and tattoed arms of someone who would have never hurt you.

Renji Abarai had gone mad, when you had vanished, kidnapped by the infamous Sexta Espada right before his eyes.

The anguish of not having you around to mess with him, the weird feeling of glancing at the desk of your empty bedroom, where you spent the majority of your time, and seeing your chair pushed against wooden edge, your silhouette not occupying the seat, were enough to shatter his heart. He had to find you, he had to have you back.

Weeks of pain. The days had passed by torturously, with every dusk the list of things he missed about you had expanded notably. You were always on his mind. He did not just missed your face, laughter, or jokes. He missed your soul, the way you drove him crazy with your stupid remarks and how you scolded him for being too reckless. He missed the cute, little things no one even noticed. You were not just his friend.

He loved you. He loved you so much he had broken into your cell alone, quick to bring you back to Urahara in search for help. As you were laying down on that futon, he had been by your side all the while. You were friends, though, right?

No, no, you were not friends. You had never been friends. A friend should have not felt that away about his partner in crime. Missing a friend could bring saddness and nostalgia and he knew that feeling.

When it came to you, though, it was not just that. Missing you felt like dying of starvation, breathing in air, but not oxygen. You were his whole damn world.

When he had heard you had physically recovered, but you were reduced to your shadow self, he had not even bothered making up an excuse to his stolid Captain. He dropped out of the Soul Society, his only goal seeing your face again and holding you close to his chest for real this time. He wanted you to feel loved, he needed you to look into his eyes, when he held you close to him.

You were sprawled over your sofa, only an oversized sweater covering your body. Another sleepless night, another day tormented by Gin's grin and Aizen's brown eyes. To anyone that asked you how you were doing, you always returned vague answers on how you were gradually recovering. It was true, indeed, but not the entire truth. Struggling to sleep because you kept on seeing your abusers's faces over and over again was draining.

When the door bell rang, you furrowed your brows. Who could it be now?

Aizen Sosuke. Gin Ichimaru. Panic.

You sat up straight, eyes rounded for a split second, before you squeezed them shut and took your head between your hands to calm down. They were not there, right? They were far away from you, they were in Hueco Mundo. Or so you thought. No, they had to be there. You were overthinking, it was not good. You were about to explode, when a deep and familiar voice pierced your ears and swept the ghosts haunting you away from your tormented mind.

"Y/N it's me. It's Renji".

A small and tired smile graced your lips, as you walked up to the front door, your eyes locking with the warm brown chocolate ones of your best friend, when you opened the door. He was there, he had come to visit you. You had no idea of how deeply you had missed him, until you broke down in tears and buried your face into his chest. His strong arms wrapped around your waist made the ice sheet enveloping your heart melt away.

Stumbling inside, Renji closed the door behind you two with a foot and rested his chin on top of your head.

"Stay. Please, stay" you feebly asked him, sniffing pathetically while you tried to wipe the tears off of your face with the back of your hand.

"You absolute idiot, of course I'm staying" he softly said, his calloused hands sliding down your back, to your waist and hooking underneath your thighs to pick you up. Thus prompted you to wrap your legs tightly around his hips, allowing the red-haired shinigami to have a firm grip on you.

The short-tempered Liutenant walked down the corridor and entered your bedroom, climbing onto the bed and gently laying you down on your back. You were so fragile in his arms, so small compared to him that you wished you could just vanish into his strong arms.

"How are you?" Renji finally asked you in a tone that did not accept replies or lies of any sort.

You did not want to make him worried more than he had already been and still was, but you did not have much of a choice. You had to answer him, you had to tell him the truth.

"Whenever I try to sleep, or a sudden noise startles me, it's like being back to Hueco Mundo. I still hear Gin's mocking laughter, or see Sosuke's sharp eyes penetrating my brain in search for my weaknesses" you whispered, closing your eyes as Renji's large hand cupped your cheek to provide you some kind of comfort.

Sometimes he wished you had not been involved with that story. He would have never wanted you to get hurt, to suffer.

Some strands of his long red hair fell over your face, tickling the tip of your nose and your chin. You could swear you had seen his jaw tense for a second, but then he relaxed and craddled you in his arms. He buried his face onto the crook of your neck, his hot breath making you feel safe like you had never felt before.

"It’s my fault. I should have brought you with me to the Soul Society” he then said, your eyebrows knitting questioningly at his statement.

“What? How—” you interjected, only for him to shake his head and press his forehead against yours. There was sorrow dusting his usually fiery eyes and it was enough for you to let go of whatever you were trying to say. Talking was not a good idea, overall.

And Renji knew it too.

It happened naturally, your lips pulling him in like a magnet, compelling him to taste you eagerly, to find relief and secure the acquittal of his guilty coscience in that kiss. He loved you, his joy depended on yours. And when he found no resistance in you, when he hovered over your frame carefully not to crash your body with his, when you allowed him to gently lead you towards a sensual and blissful climax with his fingers, he knew you felt it too.

Labored breath, sweaty body, in a daze and finally safe from the monsters under your bed, you lulled yourself into sleep with your head resting onto his firm chest. He would have never let you alone anymore.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! You have no idea for how long this have been laying in my drafts. I seriously need to finish up those fics for my event or I won’t be able to host a new one 😫

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little scrap! As per usual, likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Until next,

X O X O

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To Live For Me | Gin Ichimaru x Reader

Pairing(s): Gin x Reader // Gin x Rangiku

Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’

Flashbacks are in italics = Example

Word Count : 2158

To Live For Me

“You truly love her, don’t you?” (f/n) said aloud, all while studying the silver-haired man with soft, (e/c) colored eyes, eyeing him in the same fashion a kind heart would an injured beast.

'I just know you do,' She thought to herself, having known him long enough to determine it without him saying so. Stepping forward from the darkness, she approached him cautiously, finally coming into the light, letting him see her.

He merely hummed at her as a response, turning towards her with a Cheshire grin, displaying amusement at her daring comment, and much more the fact that she even approached him,

“I don't know what you speak of, ” he said directing his focus on her now, drifting away from the strawberry blonde who's figure retreated away ever so slowly.

As the (e/c) eyed woman felt her captain’s focus fall upon her. A slight shiver went down her ridged spine, excitement causing her heart to spring with joy at the attention.

And inwardly, she cursed herself for feeling such weakness for the man, hating how demure she must seem under his gaze, even while speaking so undaunted and freely.

After swallowing down harshly, (f/n) found her voice yet again, “You… Ichimaru Gin. " she started, " You love Matsumoto Rangiku, yes?” She asked firmly, though feeling smaller and smaller as he inspected her more, his hidden eyes opened just enough to eye her from head to toe, easily reading her.

She cursed at her own curiosity, and much more the daring nature she presented herself with to poke such a dangerous creature. She felt regret in having uttered a word to him, and yet, deep within her existed another part of her that urged her to continue, desperate to find out more about the man.

‘Because I just want know,’ She thought to herself, wanting to settle the feeling within her own chest, 'I have to know,' She told herself, knowing that whatever his answer would be, it would be enough to give her the solace she needed.

“What would make you say that, eh?” Gin said tilting his head, feigning innocence, seeming sweet to the untrained eye.

Once again it was her turn to speak, to reply to him something, but she couldn't force her mouth to move. Instead, her tongue lay flat and heavy inside her mouth, feeling too sluggish from the present worry she felt to even move in attempts at a response.

And yet again she asked herself why she was stupid enough to ask such a question, and much more why the hell she had even said a word to him.

By now she should be home, safe in her room, and in the comfort of her bed.

'I should have stayed away,' She thought while swallowing thickly. ' I shouldn’t have ever stepped forward to him.' she added dejectedly, simultaneously considering the thought that perhaps she was crazy.

Usually, she stayed in the background, blending in the Wallwork, only watching the world go by at its agonizingly slow pace. As a result, she knew many things she shouldn't, having come across many secrets that were meant to be kept intimate,

'It was never my intention to know so much,' She told herself. ' I hadn't planned to be memorized by you either,' She continued on, knowing the sickly feeling with her that she felt for the man was borderline obsessive.

“ You're somewhat bold to speak to me so freely, ” He mused, watching her fingers curl around the edge of her sleeves, finding the way she threaded on edge to be somewhat adorable.

The quivering fret in which caused her legs to shake was observed by him all with interest, giving him faint, little tickles from within as he watched her face glow with color.

And perhaps it was cruel to do so, but he found just A bit of enjoyment in her fidgeting as she struggled to stay still under his heated gaze,

“I'd be careful if I were you, " he advised, his voice soft and saccharine, " little songbird... Too much of your whimsical voice could lead you into quite a bit of trouble," he sang, “ But then again, who am I to warn you, right?” He asked nearing her, with each large step of his decreasing the space between him.

As a result, she moved back further, taking her own space to distance themselves while he advanced towards her more, right until she found herself flat against a wall, her back pressed to it as Gin loomed over her, fully entertained by her,

'I've got you now,' He thought triumphantly, as her own thoughts ran,

‘ Who is gin Ichimaru?’ she wondered, finding the answer to be filled with fogginess, loops, and turns being at every angle she looked at it.

The only answer she could come to be certain of was that Ichimaru gin was nothing more than an enigma, a complete unknown and uncharted territory, because even those who claimed to know him were foolish to claim such a thing.

'Even Rangiku,' She thought to herself. ' Even she doesn't know who you are,' she reminded herself, knowing how painful a onesided affection could be.

'She doesn't know what you feel, she's unaware of who you really are...'

“Do you ever wonder who you fall under?” he asked his underling, his thumb slowly tracing her lower lip,

'Yes,' She answered him silently, having always had him in mind.

Nodding, she sucked in a large breath as his smile grew, his gentle, little touch falling over her chin as he held it between his thumb and curled index,

“I’m sure you wonder,” he said to himself, “ Why else would you trail behind me so faithfully,” he asked her, having always been aware of her presence.

Wide-eyed she stared up at him, her lips parted in the same surprise her (e/c) colored orbs were paralyzed in, "You...You knew," She breathed, furthermore shamed, yet also edged into bliss while knowing there existed a part of him that kept watch of her.

“I am nothing but a snake, a poisonous one at that… and you are nothing but a sweet little creature…” He voiced. “ Ah... I can see you tremble,” he whispered lowly, his smooth voice melting into her ear, and making her feel even more unease.

She found the space now separating them to be only paper-thin as her chest was pressed against his body, only squeezing closer the harder she sucked in air.

“ it's your nature to fear, isn't it.” He said chuckling, "To hide from me," He added teasingly, dragging his other hand's long fingers down the side of her neck, his cold finger's pads grazing over her warm flesh.

‘ And yet, you're practically stepping onto my awaiting tongue,’ he mused, watching as she melted onto him, her eyes glazed and drunk on his imposing form.

"You want me to swallow you whole, don't you (f/n)?" he breathed, laying his lips over her jugular, running his wet tongue over the hot skin as his hands fell down to her sides, holding her still.

A small, breathy sound fell past her lips as she swallowed down a large clump, her knees buckling at the action.

“ Would you still like an answer?” he asked, looking up, watching her lips tremble, causing him to stir, subsequently making him feel like a caged animal.

- A caged animal whose delicious treat was just through closed bars and taunting him,

‘ what a tease,’ he thought running his tongue over his top lip.

“ well?” he said, urging her for her reasoning, repeating the action before he nibbled on the slickened skin, applying more pressure as he heard his name fall past her lips.

Her hands flattened behind her, placed there for good support as she was left winded before he began to step back from her,

One step…

Two steps….

Then three, keeping a wild glare in connection to her, making her feel only.

She felt as though she was standing over a grand pillar, staring down at the distant ground.

She’d fall and she’d crash, it was a given. she was knowing of the demise she’d be stepping into, but even then she didn’t hesitate to fall into step with him.

A wild rush of sweet adrenaline gushed in her veins as a heavy palpitation existed within her chest while she took the stride forward, blindly following him.

It was always easy for him to hide his true self.

He could tuck away even the smallest forms of affection because nothing could compare with the hidden boil for vengeance he had. With that, he was incredibly devious, not letting anyone know his true heart.

‘I've been content this way,’ He thought to himself, ‘But even so, you've piqued my interest.’ He mused while eyeing the (e/c) eyed woman,

‘Even then you’ve awoken a sleeping desire of mine,’ he added while having her stop before him, her hands shaking as they rose to his chest, pressed there while plea was present in her half-lidded, glazed eyes.

“ I will take everything from you,” he said hotly, roughly grabbing her hair in his fisted hand, showing her just a small fraction of the pain in his realm.

He inclined her head back, making her look up at him with the same tender eyes, the sentiment in them unchanged. Full of mesmerization and fear, she looked up at him, wanting to accept every bit of him he was willing to spare.

“Then have it all…” she said back, with no second thought, not a single consideration as to what his words had meant because she didn’t need to be told what she already knew.

Gliding her hands up his torso, she continued to look at him with the utmost adoration. It took only a few seconds of exploration for her warm palms to meet his pale skin, and as the caress occurred, he felt a shutter so gently course through him, causing his skin to riddle with goosebumps,

'You know who I am…' he thought with a little, pleased sigh, ' And still, you want to touch me...'

“ I will destroy it all… as well as you, “ he added, to which she threw her head back, “ Then do with me what you please,” she responded back, willing to love every bit of him from his hold to his poison.

'Just let me be with you. ' She thought with a bursting heart.

“ Do you live for me now ?” he said amused, unable to feel sorrow, nor pity for her. He felt guiltless at taking the love she offered, having the certainty she knew what territory she stepped into.

“I have for a long time…” she said staring up at the darkened sky, feeling fulfilled, feeling complete for once.

‘But now… it’s different. Now you see me. Now I know that you know I’m here,’ She thought with a single falling tear, joyousness spreading over her entire being as his hand lowered the collar of her uniform, claiming more (s/c) flesh.

“ Then does it still matter? Does it when you already live for me?” he asked her.

Shaking her head she dove to him, her lips claimed by his. And right in between a needed breath she shuttered,

“- no.”

'No...because regardless, I'll be yours,' She silently swore.

He needn't be hers… not when she could be his.

' I wanted to know the depths of my love for you. How far I'd gravel...

Or even if I would. ' She started,

' And the answer is clear...

Even when you love her.

Even if all you want is her...

I'll take anything you throw my way,' She thought with certainty.

'I'll be the one that sticks to your side, no matter what,'

Had she still asked for the answer, he wouldn't have denied her the truth. He would have admitted that he indeed loved Rangiku Matsumoto.

She was the reason he needed revenge. His love for her which fueled his will to protect her was all that made him the man he was now.

Ichimaru Gin was who he was because of that fateful encounter.

For what was stolen from her, would one day be in his grasp...

For who had caused her harm would be slain by his own hand…

Gin Ichimaru lived for Rangiku Matsumoto.

And (f/n) (l/n) lived for Gin Ichimaru.

Smiling softly (f/n) then watched as Rangiku reached him, her arms tight around him as she cried her heart's lament.

Right until his very last breath, (f/n) stuck by him, bloodied by the same sword that cut through him, the (h/c) haired young woman happy to have her former captain be the last thing her eyes fell upon before she fell into nothingness.

'And now... now your last thought will be of her,' (f/n) mused, not at all troubled, all in all at ease that he, too, could die with his love there before him.

A/N: Boy Howdy this is low-key disturbing. lol.

OK, I had to fix this cause for some reason it was out of order, TF?

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