#Shunsui lemon

[jplupine]

Day 8: Shunsui Kyoraku ~ Shibari

Pairing: Shunsui Kyoraku x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~2k Date Published: October 8, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Dom!Switch!Shunsui, Established Relationship, Age Gap, Size Difference, Shibari, Teasing, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Finger Sucking, Vaginal Sex, Praise, Creampie Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. Shunsui also uses terms like 'dear' and 'good boy' to refer to Wynter. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: Shunsui has a little fun admiring his rope skills.

You can also read it on AO3!

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  My cheeks were warm as I laid in such a compromising position. The soft pillows at least provided some comfort, but I was still aching for a specific type of relief. The soft ropes binding my hands behind my back were tight enough that I couldn't wiggle free but loose enough that I still had circulation.

  The red ropes were also crisscrossing my body and twisting to form patterns down my torso. Worst of all, my legs were bound and forced to bend at the knee while spread. The ropes dipping between my thighs gave no friction where I needed it most, and I huffed.

  I'd lost track of time at some point and had no clue how long I'd been forced to lay like this while left in front of the squat table Shunsui was working at. He'd left me on display just for him as he scribbled away on some paperwork he'd 'suddenly remembered' right after tying me up.

  "Just a little longer, I'm almost done." Shunsui's low voice broke the silence, and he sounded amused.

  "Can't you finish it later?"

  "I'll forget about it later."

  "You're horrible."

  "Oh, I'll make it up to you, dear. I promise." I heard the scritching from his writing continue and huffed while turning my head to look out the window. The curtains billowed in the warm breeze as the scent of blooming flowers wafted in.

  I tried focusing on that to distract me from the fire beneath my skin and the growing need between my thighs. I knew Shunsui was having fun leaving me like this, especially when he hummed while looking at me. No matter what I did though, I was still so turned on.

  The anticipation and being put on display was enough to have me dripping with arousal. The ropes pressing against my skin and limiting my movement didn't help, either.

  Turning my head to look back at Shunsui, I saw him with his cheek on his knuckles and his elbow on the table while his eyes were glued to my pussy. Having his full attention on me sent a tingle up my spine, and I swallowed. The corners of his mouth were turned up in a small smile, his expression not quite fitting me lying there naked and bound.

  "I think I quite like shibari. It's such a beautiful art form." He then rubbed his hand over his scruffy jaw. "I also think the ropes suit you rather well."

  "Please tell me you're done now."

  "Just about." He chuckled. "Though you don't seem to mind too much. I can see how wet you are."

  "I do mind." I sighed while looking at him. "This is getting unbearable." My gaze wandered over his bare chest and down his hairy torso.

  "Unbearable? Hm, I guess I should hurry up." His tone was calm as he actually began to write slower, and he wasn't even looking at the page.

  "Shunsui!" I let my irritation show, and he smirked.

  "All right, all right." He backed away from the table before getting up. His long, toned legs carried him closer to me until he stood over me with his hands on his hips. "I wouldn't want you getting more of an attitude." Shunsui tilted his head while looking down at me, and my eyes dropped to his hard cock.

  At least I hadn't been the only one left wanting from the wait.

  "Though I am tempted to keep you like this. You look like a work of art, Wynter." He then lowered himself to his knees before placing his hands on my thighs. Shunsui tugged on some of the ropes to check that they hadn't loosened and was satisfied to find they were still tight. "I'm sorry for making you wait so long."

  "No, you're not." I retorted, and he gave a lighthearted chuckle as he leaned over. His long hair was still back in a ponytail so that it wouldn't get in the way. His lips brushed across mine before kissing me sweetly.

  My nipples hardened from excitement when his kisses trailed down my jaw and neck. His long fingers danced across my skin between the ropes, and I leaned into his touch with a soft moan. Shunsui's lips found the sensitive spots on my neck and paid them more attention.

  His mouth ventured to my collarbone after he licked my throat. My breath shook, and his fingers were leaving goosebumps from his gentle touches. My hips rocked up out of eagerness, silently begging for him to touch me where it ached.

  "You've been so good for me." Shunsui's voice purred as his breath rolled over my skin. He then ran his tongue over one of my nipples while his fingers brushed over the skin just beneath my belly button. "My, you're certainly sensitive today." He grinned while watching me as he pulled on the ropes that were on either side of my dripping heat.

  I took in a sharp breath as my hands balled into tight fists. His kisses slowly went lower, following the gaps in the rope while his fingers trailed over my hip.

  "Shunsui...." I was just shy of begging when he nipped my side.

  "Hmm?" He hummed in response so calmly, and his hand finally reached between my thighs. His fingers followed the lines of the ropes while completely avoiding my clit.

  Shunsui licked along the crease of my hip as his fingers slid up through my wet lips. My breath faltered and my hips lifted to follow his touch. I'd been left waiting for far too long.

  I felt his breath on my core as his fingers circled my pussy. I bit my bottom lip to silence the whine threatening to spill out. Shunsui finally pushed his fingers inside as he kissed my clit.

  "You're so wet." He smiled while looking up at me. He kissed again while slowly stroking his fingers. My thighs flexed as my hips rocked up into the stimulation. "Mmm, you've been so patient. Thank you for letting me get that work done." Shunsui licked my clit, and my head lolled back.

  I moaned when his fingers curled, pressing against a spot that sent shocks along my nerves. His mouth worked my clit as he pumped and curled his fingers to turn me into a moaning and writhing mess. I was at his mercy while bound, but oh, was it breathtaking.

  "Fuck~!" I moaned as my back arched, and Shunsui hummed with approval. I bucked from the added vibration, and I so badly wanted to bury my fingers in his hair.

  "Feels good?" Shunsui asked with a low tone so close to a purr.

  "Yes!" My voice was breathy, and his tongue glided across my clit before it curled to lap up the slick dripping around his fingers. My fingers flexed as I panted and arched off the floor.

  I could feel my orgasm building until Shunsui pulled away. I felt so empty without his fingers, and he licked one last time before kissing. He rose up and smiled down at me.

  "Would you open your mouth for me?" His tone was so sweet unlike his eyes that looked ready to devour me. My lips parted, and he slid his wet fingers inside. "Good boy." I shivered from his tone and praise while tasting myself on his fingers.

  I licked and sucked them clean until he was satisfied. Shunsui then leaned back while his gaze wandered down my body. He was smiling and hummed as he stroked himself. With his free hand, he grabbed the ropes against my lower gut and picked up my entire lower half with such ease.

  Since he wasn't human and a foot taller than me, I wasn't all that shocked he could do it.

  Shunsui rubbed his cock against me to smear my arousal along his shaft. My heart was racing while watching him. He then lined up the tip to my entrance and slowly pushed inside.

  I panted and closed my eyes while feeling him go deeper. He adjusted his hold on me and used the ropes for a better grip. Shunsui gave a satisfied sigh when he was in to the hilt.

  "Still comfortable?"

  "I'm fine." I licked my lips while feeling my body accommodating his thick cock.

  "Only fine?"

  "I can't say I'm comfortable when cumming is all I can think about right now, Shunsui." He chuckled at my reply.

  "Fair enough." He pulled out a few inches before thrusting back in. I moaned, and he held me up as he continued to go as deep as he could before swinging his hips back only to thrust in again.

  The angle he was hitting from had my body shuddering as I moaned. He gradually started going harder while pulling me into each thrust. The impact reverberated through my entire body, and he was groaning.

  "Oh, so good~." Shunsui's head fell back as his eyes closed. He was just as desperate to cum as I was, likely having been hard the entire time he was at that table and watching me. I was surprised he managed to sit there as long as he had.

  Slick was dripping down my ass and his balls as they kept smacking against me with each thrust. It felt so good as I freely moaned without giving a shit if anyone else heard me.

  "Shunsui~!" I moaned his name, and his hips bucked. He grabbed the ropes over my chest to lift me up before grabbing my ass in both of his hands as he kissed me. My thighs rested on either side of his hips, and he lifted me off his cock with ease before dropping me back down.

  His lips were soft and warm against mine in a heated and hungry kiss. Being bound meant he was literally all that was keeping me from falling as he fucked me. His tongue slipped past my lips and twisted with mine. Shunsui devoured my moans as his groaning was getting lower and lower, nearly sounding like growls.

  "How am I doing, darling? Forgive me?" He questioned, and I only moaned in reply. Shunsui smirked while watching my face closely. "That good, huh? I can feel you getting close." His husky voice purred.

  This new position had my clit rubbing against his pelvis, so of course I wouldn't last much longer. My thighs clenched around his hips as my entire body shuddered from the pleasure.

  Shunsui dipped his face toward my neck to kiss over my pulse and to leave hickeys and lovebites on my skin. The sensation only added to the onslaught to my nerves in the best of ways. He kept a steady rhythm while bouncing me on his cock, and he eventually began to rock his hips up each time he lowered me back down.

  I was panting and moaning with my skin burning. Shunsui was so warm and smelled so good as his mouth was on my neck. He moaned, and his grip on my ass tightened.

  We were both nearing our climaxes as our moans were getting needier. Shunsui held me flush against his chest and started snapping his hips into me.

  "So close. So close." His breathy voice had such urgency as his strong grip kept me held up. I moaned near his ear and felt him shudder.

 I cried out with muscles clenching when I finally orgasmed. Me cumming around Shunsui's cock set him off as he slammed into me and groaned. I could feel him cumming with each twitch of his cock.

  He was panting and crashed onto his back into the pile of pillows. With me resting on his chest that was rising and falling with each breath, I just relaxed with my face in his neck. Shunsui lazily began to loosen the ropes around my legs first, and they felt so weak while laying limp against his outer thighs.

  "Next time....you're the one getting tied up." I panted, and Shunsui chuckled as he worked on freeing my arms.

  "Promise?"

[shadowsnlace]

Submitting another one. Medieval AU with Shunsui who is in love with a Lady and after protecting her from danger, they’re stranded for the night. He ends up professing his love for her by the campfire.

So sorry this took so long to answer! I hope this hits the right notes :) <3

Medieval AU Shunsui Kyoraku x Reader

18+ only. It's a one-shot, there's gonna be sex. Below the cut it shall go.

"No More" -- Shunsui Kyoraku (Medieval AU)

by ShadowsNLace

"Lady _____!" A man's voice was calling her name, but it sounded far away as if reverberating from a deep chasm, echoing and not quite formed.

The world was a swirl of green, brown, and gray with blurs of motion that could have been men in armor or perhaps demons. But she couldn't focus, panic had frozen her limbs and stolen her voice, stolen everything.

The clash and clang of steel upon steel, the screams of horses, the screams of men...the blood...

Then his face appeared so close, so handsome even though it was smeared with blood. His lips were moving but she only heard the din of battle around them. There was no way they'd survive. All the time she'd wasted. All the words left unspoken to Sir Kyoraku. All the air left her lungs in a short, desperate gasp for one last sip of life...then, only darkness.

She awoke to golden light reflected on stone. Is this what the afterlife looks like? Am I in purgatory? Surely all her wicked thoughts of Sir Kyoraku wouldn't deny her entry to Heaven, or would they?

"Well, nice to see you're finally awake." Shunsui's smooth timbre washed over her, sending relief flooding through her. She sat up to find him seated across a campfire, stripped to just an undergarment, his bare skin and chest hairs glistening with moisture. "Here, drink this, it'll help put the color back in your cheeks." He handed her a simple cup.

She took a sip of the strong-smelling liquid, then coughed as it burned its way down her throat. She wiped at her mouth, "What happened?"

"There was a skirmish. Brigands," he leaned back, stretched out his legs. "They were no match for me. But, you, dear lady, were quite overwrought and chose to faint right into a rather large pile of horse dung."

"What?!" She suddenly realized that she was wearing his tunic...only his tunic. The flush returned to her face hot and fast.

Shunsui laughed richly, "I had to bathe you, and you are much heavier than you look, my lady."

"Oh!" It was indignation laced with embarrassment all wrapped up into one simple utterance. "Where are my clothes?!"

He gestured to the entrance of the cave where they were sheltering. "Our clothes are drying over there. Lucky for you I had a spare tunic tucked away." His head tilted a bit, a slight smile curved his lips, "My colors look very good on you, Lady _____."

She pushed her damp hair behind her ear, "Do not tease me, Sir Kyoraku." Her eyes met his across the fire, "You always tease me with your words."

His eyes held a playful glint, "Only because you tease me mercilessly with your beauty."

The gasp was small, barely audible. She couldn't take her eyes from his. "I -- I..." she fidgeted, "I never..."

Shunsui sat up, his look becoming more hungry, "The delicate way your hands turn to a task. The way your footsteps fall whisper-quiet like the passing of an angel's feet. The way your neck so gracefully curves when you wear your hair up." His voice deepened slightly, "Your face haunts my dreams. The way your eyes beckon to me drives me to distraction."

Her heartbeat increased word by word, her breath coming in quick bursts. Her skin was tingling, eyes straying to his strong hands. What would it feel like for those hands to roam her body? Those hands that had known war, death, and, if the rumors were true, unimaginable pleasure.

"Sir Kyoraku..." longing was thick in her voice.

Shunsui didn't move, he simply held out his hand to her, "_____, call me Shunsui."

Her hand was small in his. The rough texture of his battle-hardened palm and fingers was a sharp contrast. He guided her toward him, shifting to allow her to settle on his lap, her legs straddling his thighs. He let go of her hand to reach up and cup her cheek, "After your husband's death, I swore to watch over you. All the time we spent playing cards, talking late into the night. Our walks in the gardens. All the time we've had together; the laughter we shared. I thought that I was only there to ease your loneliness." He paused, his eyes roaming her face with a smile playing at his lips, "And all the while it was you easing mine. So many nights I have dreamed of being free to touch you, to love you."

His hand slipped around to the nape of her neck, drawing her into a gentle kiss. He wanted to allow her the choice to push him away, to deny him completely or give in to the passion that had been brewing between them for nearly a year. This was the moment that would make or break him.

She pulled back only far enough to look into his eyes. Now was the time to tell him, "Shunsui, I love you."

Her hands sought the warmth of this chest, moving over his shoulders, and up into the long locks of his hair, drawing him in to unite their lips once again. A little moan of desire escaped as her lips parted to allow him deeper access. Saints, help me, how I want this man!

Three simple words...and his heart was pounding. She loves me!

Shunsui swept in, a sound she'd never heard before sending an exciting vibration through her. A growl? A moan? She couldn't tell, and he gave her no time to ponder it further as his tongue laid sensual siege to her mouth. Her mind spun, caught up in a heady passion that was more powerful than anything she'd ever felt. Her body responded with heat like lightning skipping from nerve to nerve until it settled between her legs.

A tremor ran through Shunsui. He'd had women before, but this....this was something completely different. Just being able to hold her and kiss her made his heart soar. His lower belly clenched as the thrum of desire settled like a heavy weight. He could feel everything tighten as his erection crept its way towards the edge of his undergarment. His skin felt way too tight to accommodate the blood rushing there. The aching began, that sweet moment of anticipation of her touch beating a steady tempo in his mind.

She felt his thickness swelling and growing between their bellies. I need to see, need to touch, need to taste...

She pulled at the undergarment he wore and it began to unwrap. Only a few seconds were needed to reveal the sizable length of him. She smiled as her hands gently lifted his manhood off his belly to stroke over the warm, velvety skin. A deep groan echoed in the cave, but she couldn't take her eyes away from that beautiful piece of him that she'd only been able to fantasize about.

Shunsui watched her face as it lit up with wonder at the sight of him completely exposed. And it made his blood burn. Then, her hands moved over him with such care, he nearly threw her onto her back and buried himself in her. A deep groan slipped past his control before he could think to stop it.

And then she did something he never expected...she shifted to bring her mouth to the head of his cock. He watched in dawning fascination as she licked her lips to moisten them before pressing them against the tip. As she sank slowly, the skillful penetration tore a guttural sound from his throat. He tried to say her name but the sweeps of her tongue stole away everything.

_____ breathed deep through her nose. Shunsui's scent filled her, warmed her. That smell reminded her of days and nights together. Of longing, aching dreams that had haunted her. Now, feeling him slide against her lips, fill her mouth, throb in response to the play of her tongue...

She felt his fingers lace through her hair, fingertips lightly massaging her scalp. She rewarded him with a deep stroke that took him to the back of her throat, just tipping to the point of cutting off her airway. His legs shook, fingers curled, and he hissed, "Oh, god!"

Shunsui's control was fraying fast. He had to stop this before he was beyond the point of no return. "_____." The strain in his voice said just how close he was to spilling down her throat. He lightly tugged her up to face him. "You must stop now."

Her lips were swollen and flushed. He pulled her into a kiss, enjoying a nibble at her full lips. His hands skimmed up her thighs, catching the hem of his tunic, and lifting it up and over her head. He draped it over the plants he'd gathered to make a soft place to sleep.

Guiding her onto her back on the makeshift bed, he took in everything. The way her hair fanned out, the way her eyes looked at him, glassy with a mix of love and desire. Her body was relaxed, inviting...where he belonged.

She smiled as he moved over her to settle next to her, "I have dreamed of you, just like this," one hand mapped the contours of his chest while the other on the back of the arm he has propped on, "finally mine." A strong pulse between her legs sent more heat to pool with the slickness of her arousal. A gnawing ache had taken root there and was worming its way to other places.

When Shunsui leaned in and scraped his teeth over the crease where her neck met her shoulder, she sighed. His tongue followed behind to lave the area before he kissed it and moved lower.

She was keenly aware of the warmth of his breath as it left a trail on her skin, his lips dropping to graze, his tongue darting out for a taste here and there. He left behind sensations of pleasure that were quickly replaced by the next stop.

Shunsui's head was beginning to swim; she was intoxicating, filling his senses to their limits. His hand cupped a breast, the curve fitting in his hand nicely. His lips and tongue explored her silky skin before the texture of her pebbled nipple teased him to linger.

_____ arched into his mouth, her hands threading into his hair needing to touch him. She sighed heavily as his tongue lapped and curled. When his lips closed over that sensitive peak and sucked, a jolt of pleasure zipped through her. She moaned, shifting more into his grasp. But, the pleasure stopped momentarily as he moved to lavish the same attention on the other breast.

His hand strayed lower, over the contours of her ribs and belly, past her navel, and into the valley between her thighs. The wet heat he found made him groan softly, "Mmmm, you're already ready for me."

"Yes," a little pant made her voice breathy, "please, I need you now." Her legs spread wide as his fingers gathered moisture, spreading it along the creases of her folds. When he pushed two fingers against her to expose her clit, she tilted up into his touch. Slick fingers across that bundle of nerves made her groan, her toes curling and flexing.

Shunsui leaned over her, his lips close to hers, his eyes watching the pleasure dance in her eyes. Slowly he eased those two fingers into her. As her mouth fell open at the sensation, he dipped in to add another penetration that had her moving with him to chase what only he could give. Her hips rocked, her lips and tongue met him stroke for stroke until her moans became too strong to contain.

He leaned back, waiting for her to come undone in his hand. Her eyes met his, "P-please, Shun-sui. I n-need you."

He smiled, "You have me, petal." His eyes were nearly feral despite the smile. "I want to feel you clench around my fingers. I want you to drench my hand. And I want to watch while you do it."

Any shock she may have had at his words was obliterated by the body-shaking pleasure of his thumb circling her clit as his fingers hit all the right spots inside her.

Shunsui didn't have to wait long. His scent, his words, his eyes, his skillful hand all sent her spiraling into an orgasm. Her eyes squeezed shut, head and shoulders arched back as her pelvis jerked in short bursts. Her pants gave way to moans she couldn't control. The intensity built until she thought she could take no more. Then, warm wave after wave rolled through her, painting swirls of colors behind her eyelids.

Shunsui drank in every sound, touch, and smell. The rush of her wetness over his fingers and hand sent a powerful throb to his cock. He needed to be inside her. Waiting for her orgasm to abate, he kept a steady rhythm until he felt her body relax.

She opened her eyes to find a look of anticipation on his face. He moved to position himself over her, "Take me in your hand, _____. Help me find my way." She knew that he was asking for more than physical guidance into her body...he was asking for her.

As her hand reached between their bodies, her eyes held his. Her small hand guided his throbbing erection until he was poised at her entrance. "This is where you belong, my love."

Shunsui sank into her, a low groan echoed in the cave as their voices mingled. Inch by inch he kept going. Once fully sheathed in silken heat, he propped on his hands, leaned over and kissed her long and deep.

Her inner muscles were squeezing, beckoning him to move. A slow retreat and return completely coated him in her essence. She lifted her legs, wrapped them around his waist, and wrapped her arms around him. She spoke softly against his lips, "I am forever yours."

Something in Shunsui snapped at those words. It was as if a wild beast had been long trapped and was now set free. Thrust after thrust...no more loneliness...no more wandering aimlessly from bed to bed...no more feeling that a large piece of his heart was missing.

_____ had never felt this before...this feeling of freedom, of longing finally fulfilled, of aching for a touch she thought would never come. This was who she was meant to be with, who was the other half of her soul, who would fill her life with joy...Shunsui Kyoraku.

As he moved inside her again and again, his chest hair curled around her nipples, a gentle scrape and tug that only added to her pleasure. Her hands gripped his back feeling the hard muscles as they shifted with each drive of his hips. Another orgasm was building hard and fast as he picked up speed. Her pants fanned his face and neck, disturbing the curtain of his hair that caressed her collarbone and chest. Tremors ran through her limbs as she clenched around him, primal sounds of ecstasy ripping from her throat.

Shunsui was clinging to the last threads of his control. Riding hard while _____ shuddered, her whole body pulling at him inside and out. She felt so good, so perfect. He'd been reciting poetry in his mind just to be able to last longer than an untried lad. Now, he let go and followed her into bliss.

Some time later, they laid together on the bed of fern fronds and soft moss. Shunsui was on his back and _____ had settled comfortably at his side, her upper body draped across his chest. "Today was terrifying."

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the backs of his fingers curling to rub her cheek, "Yes, it was. The horse dung was very hard to wash out of your hair. I thought for sure I would have to cut it."

She smacked his chest, her giggle making the reprimand ring hollow, "Must you always jest?"

He chuckled, "Must you always ask rhetorical questions?"

The familiar pattern of conversation suddenly seemed to be more intimate, more comfortable. She quirked a brow, "All right then, here is a question for you: Sir Shunsui Kyoraku will you be mine forever?"

He smiled, "Lady _____, is that a proposal of marriage?"

"No! Absolutely not. That would not be proper at all." She drew lazy patterns on his chest, letting the silence stretch.

Shunsui's hand stroked her back, his eyes were trained on the ceiling of the cave, "Well, I guess we should get married since you've taken my virtue and sullied me."

She laughed in mock outrage, "You lecherous, skirt-tossing -- "

He was laughing as he rolled her onto her back. He smiled down at her, "And besides, my colors do look great on you."

[messofavs]

In honor of Shunsui’s birthday (July 11th)!! Have this short thing. - Bleach anon

You don’t know how you got yourself in this position. One moment you’re joking with your husband about giving him a special birthday gift in his office the next he’s balls deep in you while rubbing your pregnant belly.

“You should know better than to tease me,petal, especially when you’re already so round with our twins.”

He coos to you,nipping your neck while his hands kneaded your sore breasts. You couldn’t even get words out to reply to him,too focused on the mounting pleasure he was giving you. He chuckles softly,loving how mindless he’s got you.

“Such a good girl for me,you’re gonna be such a good mommy for our babies.”

Shunsui purrs,picking up his pace. Each meeting of your hips simply drove you louder and closer to the edge. He covered your mouth to keep you from screaming as he finally makes you cum. You whimper softly as he thrusts a few more times slowly before pulling out and sweetly cumming on your thigh. He kisses you and chuckles quietly.

“Go home once you’re recovered and get ready for round two,I’ll finish up what I need here.”

He tells you softly as he cleans you up the best he can.

[dadbodsarehot]

* thinks abt cockwarming shunsui * im neurotypical now 

[blackkatmagic]

A bit random, but what about Obito or Kurama with Shunsui? Or maybe Shuhei, I could see Obito with Shuhei.

I feel like Obito/Shunsui just clocked me in the face with a damned brick. What am i supposed to do with myself?? I ship them now. 

back from the halved heart

[omoikokoro]

Wet Dream: A Captain's meeting. It seems entirely normal. Discussions about recent changes in the soul society. A disturbance in a sector of the world of the living. A few assignments in need of addressing that went over budget the last month. It seems like a perfectly normal meeting. Except for the fact that Kira is being fucked by Shunsui the entire time, seemingly ignored by everyone else in the room. Acknowledged only by the man giving it to him while dealing with such a mundane meeting.

2 + 4. Confused/Uncomfortably (very) aroused

— It seemed too real, like he could touch the smooth surface of the table he was bent over, like he’ll truly find bruises on his protruding hipbones from bumping into the side of it when he loosens his yukata upon waking. He knows the lazy lilt of their captain-commander’s voice well enough to feel like everything he’s heard is true, all the mundane matters discussed, the minute changes in Kyouraku-soutaichou’s voice from thrusting into him almost casually. Izuru is mortified to hear himself keening in front of all these familiar faces during a particularly deep thrust, despite the fact they seem not to notice him at all. 

      When the climax came that had him catch his breath, spent and sweaty atop the conference-table, left bare without comment by the head-commander, who’d sat back down and continued the meeting without a hitch, wakefulness is a confusing follow-up.

      He is indeed sweaty, but checking his body for bruises and fingerprints yields no results. Truly a dream. then. From the depths of his lewd mind, he supposes. Kyouraku-soutaichou is attractive, sure… But he didn’t think he’d ever have such a dream about him. Yet…. Here we are, he thinks, staring at the ceiling with a slight flutter in his belly. 

      How will his own hands ever top that? Probably impossible, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try…

[ao3feed-ichiruki]

Black Sun, Hollow Moon

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/KXOZ1Uh

by Kuchiki_Pat

A millennium ago, Rukia promised to protect Shirosaki, and Shirosaki promised to love her forever in return. They both get reborn in the modern world, with Shirosaki now becoming Ichigo Kurosaki... But Rukia does not seem the same woman ages ago, for she now has the power to transform Ichigo's high school into another dimension to find him. Will the two of them ever get to fulfill the promise that has spanned countless lifetimes or will things not go back to how they used to be? AU.

Words: 2429, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Bleach

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo, Kuchiki Rukia, Hollow Ichigo | Zangetsu, Dark Rukia - Character, Urahara Kisuke, Kuchiki Byakuya, Aizen Sousuke, Ishida Uryuu, Abarai Renji, Kuchiki Hisana, Kurotsuchi Mayuri, Ukitake Juushirou, Kon (Bleach), Unohana Retsu, Kyouraku Shunsui, Ulquiorra Cifer, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, Nelliel Tu Oderschvank, Inoue Orihime

Relationships: Kuchiki Rukia/Kurosaki Ichigo, Hollow Ichigo | Zangetsu/Kuchiki Rukia, Dark Rukia/Hollow Ichigo, Dark Rukia/Kurosaki Ichigo, Inoue Orihime/Ishida Uryuu, Kuchiki Byakuya/Kuchiki Hisana, Abarai Renji & Colonel Sanders (KFC)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Reincarnation, Lemons, Dark Rukia, Dark Kurosaki Ichigo, Dark Kuchiki Rukia, Kuchiki Rukia-centric, Kurosaki Ichigo-centric, Inspired by Yu-Gi-Oh!, Drama & Romance, Supernatural Elements, Angst, Action/Adventure, Ichiruki, HichiRuki, IchiDaruki, Established Relationship, Marriage, Explicit Sexual Content, Blood and Violence

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[bleachhaven]

Soutaicho’s Secret Admirer (Shunsui x Reader) — Part 5/6

Author’s Note:

It should be noted that this story is almost coming to a close...I’m sad to stop writing about Shunsui but it’s time to wrap this one up. So there’s maybe 1 or 2 more parts left.

Warning: A bit of smut ahead. One can only be seduced endlessly for so long without something happening about it.

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Read Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3  and Part 4 first!

Uncharacteristically, Shunsui was late to arrive at the office. It was almost ten in the morning when he finally strolled in. Nanao would have admonished him without a thought but the dark circles beneath his eyes revealed he had already had a terrible night. She didn’t want to make it a terrible morning as well.

Shunsui didn’t have the excuse of drunken debauchery at some late night party for his tardiness. The last party he’d been to had been Lisa-chan’s Valentine’s Day celebration and that was over two weeks ago.

It was more or less about how his loneliness and melancholy had kept him up late into the night. Something he definitely didn’t want to burden sweet Nanao-chan about.

He had found himself strolling randomly in seireitei at around three in the goddamn morning because simply staying in his bed staring at his ceiling felt impossible. He didn’t have these kind of difficult nights too often but when he did have them, they were quite terrible.

Sure, he missed Juu. But his loneliness was a bit more than that this time.

It has been over two weeks since he had received anything from his beloved Secret Admirer. Fourteen whole days of complete silence from her was quite unusual, and he felt it acutely. Where was she?

The darkest of thoughts had plagued him at night. What if she was sent on a dangerous mission? What if she had been injured? He hated to think it...but what if she was never coming back? Hadn’t he honestly lost enough? 

The thoughts spiraled as the evening progressed into the wee hours of the morning, growing darker and more melancholy.

He knew he was not the greatest catch in the Soul Society. That title fell to Byakuya, uncontested. Shunsui was older than everyone in seireitei - a thousand years too old, he’d say. He was nobility too but he wasn’t one to truly fit into that mould, which deterred most noblewomen from considering him. 

He wasn’t what one would call conventionally handsome either. He knew he wasn’t ugly...but he wasn’t exactly...whole. Not anymore. Maybe once he would have held some appeal and he had many lovers who thought him handsome enough to have a tumble with him... but the eyepatch never failed to remind him that he was never going to be good looking, by anyone’s standards, with a goddamn hole in his face.

Most days, none of this would honestly bother him. But last night it did.

His beloved Secret Admirer probably came to the conclusion that he wasn’t worth all the trouble after all. Surely, there had to be a reason why he had never been able to have a long term relationship. He blamed it on his job but...was that all it was? Maybe he was just not meant to have a happily ever after with someone.

As romantic as he was, he didn’t really believe in the concept of happily ever after. He knew relationships were work. It was a commitment between two people who cared about each other to work on staying together through whatever. With time, he had put any thoughts of a relationship on the back burner. With his duty to the Gotei 13, and his responsibilities as well as the added burden of maintaining his reputation as the Soutaicho...it was a practical choice. 

But his Secret Admirer had made him want. Had made him yearn for a happily ever after for himself in a way he never had before.

He wanted to be loved and cherished as much as he wanted to love and cherish that one special person in his life. But did he really deserve it?

He knew it was her silence that had his latent insecurities rising to the surface keeping him up at night.

So as sleep deprived as he was, he came to the office with a plan. He couldn’t bear her silence anymore so he was not going to. With everything that had come up in the office, he hadn’t been able to finish up the letter he had started to write to her. At that time, it had felt futile considering there was no way to send it to her. 

But he had a brilliant idea. He would have it published in the next installment of the Seireitei Communication including just enough information so that she would know it’s him while withholding enough details to still keep it anonymous. He could trust Hisagi-kun to be discreet.

He had a plan, and it could actually work!

If only he could actually find that bit of lavender paper he had left on his desk.

“Nanao-chan, did you remove anything from my desk by any chance?” he asked, opening up drawers and bending down to check under the desk.

Nanao looked up from the training schedule she was working on. “Nothing more than the usual paperwork. Why what have you lost now?” she asked with an overexaggerated sigh.

“My, my, Nanao-chan. You make it sound like I lose things on a daily basis.”

“The only thing lost on a daily basis around here is my sanity,” she said, rolling her eyes. Still she relented. A distressed Taicho always meant a distressed Nanao. “Fine. Describe it to me and I will tell you if I saw it anywhere.”

“It was nothing official. Just a bit of lavender paper I had been writing on…” he trailed off seeing the look on her face. “What? Did you see it?”

“You lost the letter you were writing to you Secret Admirer?” she asked.

“Nanao-chan! How did you…?”

“You forget, Taicho,” she said quite matter of factly. “There’s nothing that goes on here I don’t know about. But I haven’t seen it. Maybe it got mixed up in some paperwork and got sent to another division. I don’t think anyone would recognize your flowery handwriting which you reserve for your personal correspondence anyway. So nothing to worry about.”

Shunsui simply stared at her. He has known his little fuktaicho for too long to not notice that something was off. All this time, he thought she was just laughing at his expense because he was mooning over someone he didn’t even know. But now...that look...the way she said it without even having to think about it...it all felt fishy somehow. Nanao-chan was up to something.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” she huffed, correcting the papers on her desk that didn’t need correcting. A nervous habit that always gave her away. “If you don’t have any serious work, I have a pile of forms…”

“You know perfectly well who it is, don’t you, Nanao-chan?” he interrupted her attempts to distract him.

“I don’t know what you’re…”

“Please, Nanao-chan. It’s perfectly obvious you know exactly what I am talking about. Just...tell me…” he said.

He was so serious and intent. Nanao had only ever seen him like that in the heat of the worst kind of battle. She dropped her pretenses as well.

“She and I have both left enough breadcrumbs for you as it is. So if you’re so desperate to know who she is, why don’t you do the work to actually find out?” she asked him. “Clearly the girl cares about you but is terrified to approach you. Who wouldn’t be considering who you are and the position you hold. She is a nice girl, Taicho. But as things stand, she wouldn’t be the one to approach you so maybe you should find out for yourself who she is and do the approaching.”

So Nanao did indeed know who his Secret Admirer was. He understood her reasons why she couldn’t tell him. It wasn’t really her secret to divulge. Shunsui had to respect that despite his desperation.

“Is my sweet Nanao-chan giving her taicho dating advice?” he teased instead.

“Yes, I am,” she declared with a raised brow. “For even I can see how far you’ve fallen that you need advice from me to get yourself a date!”

Shunsui gasped, buying into the friendly teasing. “Nanao-chan is so mean to her taicho!”

Finally, they both got back to work, but Shunsui’s mind was still thinking about what Nanao had said. Apparently breadcrumbs were laid out and he hadn’t even noticed! He clearly had to pay more attention.

He tried to outline the facts in his mind. 

The letters were always lemon scented. It could be a shampoo or some kind of scented cream...but it smelled fresh, almost as if unintentional. Something to further ponder upon. 

The gifts were always elaborate but simple and he hadn’t been able to trace it through any vendor. The chocolates were handmade so his little Secret Admirer was probably very good with cooking and baking. 

The handwriting was very distinctive as well. Especially the way she looped all her Ls and Bs with a distinctive flowy curve. 

So far, the facts didn’t fit well into place to identify her as anyone he knew...but somehow, it felt like it was just barely within reach now. As if it’s only missing one final puzzle piece for the whole thing to come together.

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That night, sleep evaded him once more. He couldn’t deny it. He missed her! He couldn’t help but wishing that she was right next to him, romancing him with more than just her words. He wished he could cherish her in all the ways he desperately yearned to.

 He took the letters he kept at hand in the drawer of his bedside table. He found that he liked to read them sometimes, and no matter how many times he read her words, they still managed to make him feel things. The shape of her words, the texture of the paper...it comforted him.

However, the sensual seductive ones were his downfall.

With all the time he has been alive, and all the experience he’s had, one would think he would be able to resist the temptation. But he often couldn’t.

Reading those letters, describing how she wanted to make love under the moonlight or how she yearned to taste him...it had him imagining soft feminine hands touching him. His hand would unconsciously reach into his hakama of its own volition and grasp his manhood, wondering what it would feel like to be touched by someone who ardently wanted to please him.

It wouldn’t take him too long at all. He would cum, gasping into the empty bedroom, wishing he had a name he could moan. Wishing she was here for him to hold.

Sated, he’d finally fall asleep. Yet though his body was satisfied, his mind wasn’t. He couldn’t help but feel alone on this big empty bed.

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That coveted final piece of the puzzle arrived as, of all things, more paperwork. He was mindlessly flipping through some reports after lunch the next day when it popped out at him like well-lit beacon.

It wasn’t anything special. Just a request for more funds to be allocated for a better training ground for the 13th division. Except it was filled out by his beloved Secret Admirer. The handwriting screamed her identity at him, looping Ls and Bs and all.

“_____-san,” he whispered to himself, wondering how he could have missed it.

Suddenly, everything was perfectly crystal clear. 

Everyone knew that while Kuchiki Rukia settled in enough to pick her own fuktaicho, the 3rd seat of the 13th was acting in that role in an unofficial capacity, putting her in-charge of all the paperwork coming and going from that division. A reason why she was always showing up at the 1st...giving her ample opportunities to learn his habits well enough to leave behind those delightful missives without ever getting caught.

The lemon scent was from all the lemonade he knew she made for her division and for some special occasions in the seireitei. It was her specialty, a way of creating comfort and homeliness for her subordinates. He had tasted her chocolates twice - once at the Valentine’s Day party itself and then when she gifted them to him specifically. Both facts which had been pointed out by Nanao-chan while _____-san stood right next to him. No wonder she had flushed red then. It hadn’t been out of embarrassment but possibly from thinking she might get caught. The little minx.

He couldn’t help but remember every encounter he had with her in the recent past. Her cute blushes...the way she gasped out “Soutaicho!” Come to think of it, every time he saw her, he felt like she almost called him Shunsui out of habit only to change it to his official title at the last minute. He even recalled the twinkle in her eyes every time she looked up at him.

He couldn’t believe it. He finally knew who his Secret Admirer was and she’d been right before his eyes, had he only known where to look. He couldn’t help smiling, thinking about all the ways he would get back at her for running him around in circles. He would torture her so, so deliciously…

“You have that dopey smile on your face. Should I be worried?” Nanao asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Hmm…? Of course not, Nanao-chan,” he said, not really reassuring her at all. “I am heading out. Be back soon!” 

“Taicho!” she called out but he was already gone.

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...to be continued.

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[uraharashopslut]

dreamland {hirako shinji fic}

- summary -

shinji had forgotten about the girl he grew up with in rukongai, until she waltzed right into his quarters with the last person he'd expect, his fukutaicho, aizen sosuke.

content warning: when life hands ya lemons, ya put 'em in ya story. this is gonna be a mature fic. not sure what the full extent of that will be, but there's definitely gonna be some crude language. yoruichi and urahara are swingers. it's gonna be a grand ol time.

{consider the Glass Animals album "Dreamland" the soundtrack for this book}

Chapter One

"Taicho," Aizen bowed as he entered his Captain's quarters.

"Always so formal, Sosuke-kun. What is it?" Shinji sat on his futon with his eyes closed, head against the wall, listening to the jazz from his Living World record player.

"I was wondering if I might have permission to move a guest into my quarters, sir," Aizen asked, kneeling in front of his captain.

Shinji opened one eye and raised an eyebrow. "Eh? Move someone in? From outside Seireitei?"

"Hai."

"Well, I'm gonna need more information than that if I'm to even consider granting such an odd request. Who is it?" Shinji asked. His lieutenant had always been incredibly private, to be fair, so had Shinji, but this was rather uncharacteristic of Aizen.

"My girlfriend."

---

"I can't believe he said yes, Sosuke-kun! How exciting. I'll grab my things immediately." Ayame began grabbing robes from her closet and shoving then in a bag.

Aizen reached out and grabbed her arm firmly. "Listen to me, Ayame. You must treat every person in Seireitei with the utmost respect. They are in a class above you and you must behave as such. Do you hear me?"

Ayame nodded, trying to loosen her boyfriend's grip. "Yes, Aizen-kun."

"If you slip up even one time I will have no choice but to send you back here, are we clear?" His grip remained.

Ayame's eyes fixed on the floor. "Yes, Aizen-kun."

"Good." He removed his hand. "Now finish packing, we leave in an hour." He flash-stepped away.

Ayame sighed and continued to pack. Is this really the best idea, she asked herself. She had been with Aizen for three years, but had never gotten used to his coldness. She looked around her room.

She was going to miss this place. Her floor was littered with buckets to catch the leaks when it rained, but it was still home. It was still the first place she could afford with money she earned, thanks to Aizen.

He was a dream, at first. They met when he was on a mission to the outer Rukongai district, where she was a makeshift house mother for a particularly rowdy group of boys. He helped her find a job and save enough money to move into her own house, although it was rather worn down. He's done so much for you, don't be ungrateful. You know how much his reputation means to him. Besides, do you want to live in this leaky shack forever? This is your chance to move up.

Ayame finished packing her belongings then locked up her house for the last time. She set the key on the ground in front for the landlord and headed towards the West Gate.

"Today the big day?" Sato, the old baker next door, asked.

Ayame turned to him with a smile. "Yes, Jii-san."

"Good luck to you! Oh, and if you see that Hirako rascal, give him hell for leaving you here alone, will ya?" he called.

"Seireitei is a large place, Jiisan. I doubt I'll run into him, and I doubt he'd remember me. That was two hundred years ago," Ayame said, her smile fading.

"Well, if you do."

"As you wish. Farewell, Sato-san! Thank you for all of your help." Ayame bowed before continuing to walk.

When she neared the gate, Aizen's reitsu began to overwhelm her senses.

"Boo."

Ayame turned around, less than startled. "Take this bag. I'm tired of carrying everything."

Aizen chuckled. "Hello to you, too." He grabbed the bag from her outstretched arm.

---

Ayame unrolled her futon and positioned it near Aizen's. She set her pillow and folded blanket on top.

"All moved in!" Aizen said, wrapping her in a hug from behind. "How does it feel?"

She took a deep breath, shifting the weight in her feet. This was her home now. "The energy is different from Rukongai."

"Better, right?" he asked with a cool tone.

Ayame turned to face her boyfriend and grabbed his hands. "Much better. I feel like I can breathe here."

Aizen's hardened expression softened as Ayame's green eyes looked up at him. He lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her gently.

"I'm glad you like it. Now that we're settled, I need to introduce you to the captain of my squad."

"The Blond Bastard, as you like to call him?" Ayame asked, stifling a smirk.

"Yeah, that's him," Aizen replied, sliding his door open.

"Does he have a real name?"

"Taicho. That's the only one that should matter to you," he said. He started walking to his Captain's quarters.

Ayame stepped out of the room and slid the door shut behind her before following after her boyfriend. They walked in silence.

"Ah, Aizen-kun. This must be the girlfriend your Captain was telling me about," a deep but friendly voice said.

The couple turned to face a man in a pink floral robe with a large straw hat. Aizen bowed.

"Kyoraku-taicho," he said. "This is Ayame."

Ayame bowed lightly, before smiling at the man.

"Very good to meet you. Always a pleasure to see another beautiful woman joining our ranks," Kyoraku grinned.

"Thank you, taicho," she replied, her cheeks flushing.

"You better hurry along and introduce her. You know how impatient he is," Kyoraku tipped his hat with a wink. "I'll be seeing you!"

"Taicho," Aizen said with a deep bow as the man walked away. He turned to face Ayame. "That was the captain of the eighth squad, Kyoraku Shunsui. We're almost at my Captain's quarters. His is the last door at the end of this hall."

The couple quickly made their way to the door. Jazz music could be heard from behind the wood.

"Taicho, may I enter?"

They heard a shuffle, something drop, and footsteps before the door slid open. Ayame could smell fragrant incense coming from the room as she bowed deeply.

"How many times do I have to tell ya, Sosuke-kun, ya can just call me Shinji," the blond captain said, scratching his head. "Oh! This must be yer girl-"

He stopped short and his eyes widened when he saw Ayame's face.

"Yes, this is my girlfriend, Aya-" Aizen started.

"I can't believe it," Ayame said, stepping closer to the door as she made eye contact with the blond captain. "Hirako?"

Shinji pushed past his lieutenant and grabbed the blue-haired girl's shoulders. "You?"

Ayame turned to her boyfriend. "You didn't tell me 'The Blond Bastard' was Shinji Hirako!"

Aizen glared at Ayame. "I didn't realize you knew each other."

Shinji shot a look that could kill at his lieutenant. "Back in the day, this 'blond bastard' lived in Rukongai."

"We grew up together," Ayame said bitterly.

"Come in, let me pour some tea," Shinji said, putting his hand on her back, guiding her into his room. Aizen trailed behind.

Shinji closed the door behind them and gestured to the futon. "Both of ya, make yerselves comfortable!"

Ayame sat down, cross-legged, and gestured for her boyfriend to do the same. Shinji picked up a candle that was on the ground, presumably the object that the couple heard fall, and turned down his record player.

Shinji filled a kettle with water and tea leaves and set it on the stove to boil. Ayame watched him in disbelief. He was a captain, just like he'd always dreamed of being. As children, they spent many hours in the woods fighting one another with sticks. Shinji talked ceaselessly about how he'd be the best captain in all of Seireitei, and here he was.

"You never told me you grew up with a Captain-class Shinigami," Aizen hissed in Ayame's ear.

"I never knew," she responded. "He left without a word."

"So, darlin', when'd ya dye yer hair blue? It's a nice touch, stands out more than the brown," Shinji asked, carrying three cups and the tea pot. He sat across from them on the floor. He reached and grabbed a strand in his hands. "I like the color. Very shiny."

"And you had brown hair?" Aizen asked, as he watched Shinji pouring the tea.

"Yes, I dyed it to set myself apart. I didn't like blending in with everyone in the district," Ayame shrugged, sipping the tea Shinji handed to her.

"I get the sentiment, but ya never blended in," Shinji laughed. "They were always scared of ya."

Aizen's brows furrowed. He took a sip.

"I was pretty rambunctious as a kid. Always beating up the bullies who'd pick on this blond bag of bones."

"Geez, first I'm a blond bastard and now I'm a bag of bones? Needa get better friends," Shinji whined, rubbing his shoulder.

"Or maybe you shouldn't abandon them," Ayame responded, crossing her arms.

"Darlin', it wasn't like that," Shinji said, his posture stiffening.

Aizen face remained unchanged at his Captain's use of the pet name.

"You could've come back, to see me, maybe when you finished the academy. But you didn't." Ayame stood and set her cup of tea on the desk next to the record player. "Sosuke-kun, let's go. I can't be here anymore."

"I agree." Aizen stood and opened the door, stepping out. "Thank you for tea, Taicho," he said with a bow."

Shinji stood and grabbed Ayame's wrist. "Ayame, wait."

Ayame turned to face him. "Yes?" she hissed.

"Come see me again, please. My door is always open to ya," Shinji said gently.

Ayame could see the sincerity and sorrow in his eyes. "Maybe, Hirako." She tried to pull her wrist free from his grip. "Shinji?"

Shinji's eyes darkened and he spoke with a lowered tone. "If he doesn't treat ya well, he'll have hell to pay."

Ayame pulled her wrist free and nodded slightly. "Good bye, Shinji. Maybe I'll see you around."

fin

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[recurring-polynya]

for the drabble request event: Shunsui/Nanao, "there’s an overnight IT person at school who always answers the phone when i call about a problem with my computer and i totally have a crush on their voice and their exasperation and ALSO the bakery down the street is always running out of my fave scones and the adorable person behind the counter can’t hide their amusement and i think it’s super rude but also super cute AU" (from a prompt list)

So, normally, I am not a fan of Nanao/Shunsui, but I forgot to put it on my list of no-go ships, and as... convoluted as this scenario is, I actually had kind of a way to make it work. I checked with the asker first, and they said it was okay to put Juushirou in it, too. I feel like the point of the prompt list this was from was to have two possible ships in any case, otherwise I don’t understand at all how it would work. Anyway, I tried to make it shippy-but-only-if-you-squint on both sides, I hope it’s okay. I really just wanted to write about IT and scone flavors anyway.

Oh, also, I have no respect for Shunsui, so sorry for that, but at least I had fun.

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Professor Kyouraku Shunsui of the Seireitei University Mathematics Department was very pleased with himself. He had timed his arrival at his favorite campus coffee shop for ten minutes before the end of a class period, exactly at the time when the students would be departing for their 10 o’clocks, but the 9 o’clocks had not yet finished. He had been able to score his favorite table, the one next to the front window, so he could watch the foot traffic. He’d laid out his workspace perfectly: laptop front and center; a fresh, fragrant Americano just off to the right, and his little notebook of handwritten instructions to his left. With everything laid out so nicely, he was sure to be very productive. He just needed to remake a few plots for that journal paper. It was only a week overdue at this point, but those editors got so antsy when you just went a smidge over a deadline.

Humming to himself, he ran his finger down the list of procedures as he completed each one. “Amazing!” he exclaimed when a black window popped up on his screen, his own username displayed and a little white cursor cheerfully blinking beside it. “Look at me, a computer genius! I should call my good friend Nanao. I’m sure she would love to hear how well I was able to follow her instructions.”

Shunshui wiggled his fingers, gleefully typed “matlab &” after the prompt, and hit “enter” with a flourish.

Nothing happened.

Shunsui tried again.

Once again, nothing happened.

“Well, that’s a shame,” he frowned, and picked up his phone.

He selected the main campus IT helpline from his contacts, then entered the extension for the math department special helpline, and then he typed in the super-secret extension for the math department special helpline manager.

It rang 9 times. Finally, a clipped voice answered. “Math Department IT Helpline, may I have your name, please?”

“Hellooooooo, Nanaoooooo! It’s meeeeeeee!”

“Your name, please.”

“I’m so hurt, Nanao. It’s your good friend, Shunsui, of course!”

There was a loud clacking of keys from the other end of the line. “And how may I assist you today, Professor Kyouraku?”

“Would you believe it, Nanao, but Matlab won’t open again?”

There was a long silence on the other end, and finally, a dragged out sigh. “What step are you on?”

“I made it all the way to the end of the steps. I even typed in the little ampersand, but nothing! I am all ready to make these figures, and Matlab just doesn’t want to get out of bed, you know?”

“So, you successfully used PuTTY to open a Bash terminal?”

“That’s right, I am very skilled at computers, you know.”

“If you say so. Close it.”

“Close it? But I just got it open!”

“Close it.”

Shunsui sighed. “Goodbye, little friend,” he lamented, hitting the ‘x’. “It is gone.”

“Okay, open PuTTY again. Are you using the saved session I helped you set up last time?”

“Doot doot doot,” Shunsui sang as he double clicked on the PuTTY icon. “There it is! Yes, I am using my saved session, the Shunsui-at-Work one.”

“Great. Select that session and hit ‘load.’”

“I did it.”

“Perfect. Now, over on the menus on the left, expand ‘SSH’ and pick ‘X11’.”

“Ahh, Nanao, what a brilliant person you are to remember all these things!”

“I do this all day, Professor Kyouraku.”

“And you’re so polite, too! You know you can call me Shunsui, though. Yes, here I am, at ‘X11’.”

“There’s a little box that says ‘Enable X11 forwarding, you need to check that.”

“It’s already checked.”

There was a pause. “It is?”

“Yes, there’s a little ‘X’ in it.”

“Oh.”

“We set that up before, I think.”

“I never know with you. Okay, let’s brainstorm. You aren’t part of the cloud computing pilot, are you?”

“I am, actually!”

There was a low muttering, followed by Nanao clearing her throat. “You aren’t trying to launch Matlab from the sentinel node, are you? You use PuTTY to connect to the sentinel, but then you have to manually SSH to your cloud server from there, do you remember?”

“Oh, Nanao, I don’t know what any of those words mean. I am not actually trying to get on the cloud right now, I am just trying to use the department server, does that help?

“Oh, thank God,” Nanao’s beautiful voice muttered.

“I didn’t even know I could use the cloud servers if I wasn’t in my office,” Shunsui mused.

“You can, you just have a different IP you need to-- wait, you’re not in your office?”

“I am in the little coffee shop on the north end of campus. They have the most delightfully lemon ricotta scones--”

“I have been there, the scones are great. Are you connected to the VPN?”

“We should meet here sometime! I love to come here, it’s so relaxing and both the tea and coffee are always so fresh. Do you like matcha?”

“I hate matcha. Are you connected to the VPN?”

“I hate matcha, too! How funny! I just heard from one of my colleagues that they do a really good matcha latte here and I thought--”

“The VPN, man, are you connected to it?”

“Ahhhh.... no. Do I need to be? I thought that was only when I was at home. I’m still on campus.”

“You’re still on campus, but if you’re not in your office, you’re not on the department LAN and you need to connect through the VPN.”

“Ohhhhhhh.”

“Do you know how to connect to the VPN?”

“Ah, I should, I do this when I am working from home. Let’s see, it’s over here on the bottom right…”

“Yes, exactly.”

“Right click… select Cisco…” Shunsui picked up his coffee. “I think my coffee is just about the perfect temperature right now.” He took a sip. It was delicious. “I probably should have had my coffee before I called you, eh?”

There was a muffled thud on the other end of the line.

“Nanao, did you fall? Are you all right? I can come over and help you if you need.”

“It’s fine. Someone, uh, dropped something.”

“The VPN is connected.”

“Fantastic. Just… just go through the steps you did before to get to the Bash terminal. Can you do that? I will just sit here and drink my own coffee.”

“You have your own coffee? Oh, that’s delightful! We’re coffee friends!”

“Just try to start Matlab again, please.”

“Everything just takes so long to connect, you know, once you’re on the VPN. This coffee shop should have better wifi, in my opinion.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Any plans for the weekend?”

“Probably helping you open Matlab again.”

“Ha, ha, oh, Nanao, you’re such a kidder! You know I don’t work on the weekend. I bet you have many exciting hobbies, like going to the theater… or writing poetry…”

There was a long pause. “I’m actually really into historic costume recreation, and a friend and I are going to a millinery workshop.”

“Ah, I knew you were artistic as well as brilliant,” Shunsui sighed, carefully typing in his password once again. “Here we go, Nanao, do you have your fingers crossed for me?”

“I have all my fingers crossed for you.”

“I am typing in ‘matlab ampersand’ again, that should do it, right?”

“Look, the ampersand has nothing to do with the graphical display, it just runs the program as a background process so you can still type things into your terminal.”

“Amazing how you can remember so much! I am hitting ‘enter’ and-- and--”

“What’s happening?!”

“Ah, that beautiful orange saddle surface is here to greet me, once again,” Shunsui sighed as the Matlab logo filled the screen. “You have saved me once again, Nanao. You must allow me to buy you dinner sometime, or at least a coffee.”

“You can tell your department head how much you use the helpdesk, and that I deserve a raise and three more work-study students.”

“I will certainly do that. Have a tremendous day, Nanao!”

“You, too, Professor Kyouraku.”

Shunsui stretched and interlaced his fingers behind his head. All that hard work was exhausting. He’d been so ready to get started, and now his rhythm was off. There was no way he could jump directly into those plots. He stood up and meandered over to the counter.

The cute barista was on duty today. His pale hair was tied up in a casual bun, and the sleeves of his sweater pushed up over his forearms. “Good morning, Professor,” he said with a sunny grin. “Working hard or hardly working?”

“Oh, causing trouble for our IT department, once again,” Shunsui sighed.

“The one you have a crush on? Did you ask for her number?”

“I have her number, I call it every day when I cannot figure out how to use my computer. She has no interest in an old fellow like myself. She is far too good for me, Juushirou! But speaking of things that are too good for me, please tell me that you have one of my favorite scones for me today?”

“Hmm, we just had a big rush at breakfast time,” Juushirou frowned. “I’ll have to go check. Oh, we have a new flavor today!” He leaned forward over the counter and waggled his eyebrows. “Strawberry basil?”

“I am sure they are a delight, but I have had a very harrowing morning, and I need the comfort of the familiar.”

“I understand!” Juushirou shook a finger sternly. “Shunsui’s favorite flavor… Shunsui’s favorite flavor… it’s not orange ginger, he finds those too zingy.... maple bacon, too trendy… the less we say about the matcha scones the better… oh dear, oh dear, it appears the lemon ricotta basket is empty.”

Shunsui flung his arm over his eyes. “I knew I should have ordered one with my coffee! I have been trying to cut calories, but today has been so trying…”

“I’ve got Morning Glory muffins? Or egg white breakfast cups?”

Shunsui made a face. “Thank you, but I think I would rather just go without.”

Juushirou gave off his hearty laugh. “I’ve never seen anyone make such a sad face over scones.” He furrowed his brows. “Those lemon ricotta scones are very popular, you know. We run out of them almost every day.”

“I am a man of discerning taste, Juushirou, who is frequently disappointed.”

“You know what you need?” Juushirou suggested perkily. “A savory scone. Completely different flavor profile. It’ll take your mind right off the lemon. We have cheddar chive? Pancetta sage?”

“Juushirou,” said Shunsui. “I will take a white chocolate blackberry scone.”

“Wonderful choice!” Juushirou agreed, and then leaned forward conspiratorially. “Those are my favorites.”

“I know,” Shunsui replied.

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I was tagged by @nekonotaishou    thank you!

Favourite Color:  Green, like a bright, granny smith kind of green. I used to have a car in that kind of green (it was called bitter lemon for some reason)  and it’s so cheerful. I’m also a big fan of most shades of blue and silver. 

Top 3 Ships:  Yeah, I’m Shunnao trash (I also like Shunsui, Nanao and Jushiro as my bleach ot3) and if we stick with bleach, the second and third place would probably go to Szayel x Uryuu and Rose x Izuru. 

Outside of Bleach it would be.... Virion x Libra (from Fire Emblem Awkening - you have no idea how close I;ve come to writing fic about these two) and Sebastian x Will (from Kuroshitsuji) with honorable mentions going to Bashir x Garak (Star Trek DS9), Phoenix x Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) and Snape x Hermione (Harry Potter)

Chapstick or Lipstick: Honestly? probably neither. I’ll wear chapstick if my lips are really unbearably sore, but I don’t like how either feel on my face and on the odd occasion I’ve messed around with lipstick, I;ve not liked the way it looks on me, so I just don’t bother any more. 

Last Song: .The Grouch (Greenday) - because it reminds me of one of my rp muses 

Last Movie: Umm, honestly it’s been a while. I’m not huge on movies although do like going to the cinema. Maybe Monty Python’s life of Brian?? I went to the Theatre yesterday - does that count?? If so, I saw Wicked 

Last Book: This is really sad but I’m reading Five Families by Sellwyn Raab. It’s all about the rise and fall of the New York Mafia and is fascinating. 

Once I’m done with that I want to reread The Turn of The Screw as I’m going up to York with @therussiankat to see it in May and want to pick up Kate Atkinson’s new book at some point. I tend to audio book rather than read physical books nowadays because I have a long commute for work and listening while driving is an easy way to fit stuff in. 

tagging @therussiankat and anyone else who fancies joing in (I’m knackered and url’s are escaping me right now) 

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Bleach anon here just to say! It’s my birthday the day I’m sending this (April 27th) and there will be plots soon!! For now though!

Imagine cuddling up with your husband Shunsui,him kissing all over your face and rubbing your thighs. One thing leads to another and soon enough he’s between your thighs,eating you out better than you’ve ever been before by anyone else.

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY! 🎉🎉

Shunsui would kiss and suck his way down to your thighs, leaving a trail of purple love marks behind him. He'd heft your legs over his shoulders, rubbing his beard onto the sensitive skin of your thighs and ticking you till you giggle. Throwing you a cheeky wink before giving a little kiss to the crotch of your wet panties. Once you're bare before him he'll use his thumbs to pry your pussy lips out of the way, giving a long and slow lick from your hole to your twitchy clit. He'll suck it between his plump lips, circling and flicking it wetly with his tongue, pulling back to blow on it before diving back in.

You can hear his sloppy eating, the wet squish of his drool and tongue fucking into you, softly grunting as he twirls his tongue in your hole to get every drop of your juices. He'll piston his long fingers into your cunt, drumming the tips against your soft spot while he sucks your clit into oblivion, the vibrations from his humming and moaning all throwing you into a toe curling orgasm. He'll lick you clean and gently rub your sides while you come down, his lower face and beard absolutely soaked, but his eyes lovestruck looking up at you with a warm smile while wishing you a happy birthday.

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Hey I'm a Bleach anon and i just want to say love your shunsui stuff 😚👌 just delicious 🤤

If it's not too much to ask , imagine giving him a BJ ! I just must know how to please THAT MAN 😩🙌

Maybe sumthin like this (if the link works)

Shunsui loves to see his sweetheart smile up at him while worshipping his dick. He likes seeing the lust in your eyes as you nuzzle and kiss your way up from his heavy balls to give his leaking tip a wet sucking kiss. He'll enjoy some mild foreplay, having you wet your thumb in your mouth with your drool, circling his slit and around his sensitive glans with it while you give heavy licks up and down his length. Give his balls some love while you jerk him, popping one in your warm mouth to suckle and drool over, giving the other a fondle and squeeze with your other hand.

You'll feel him groan & tug your hair, guiding you up to take him in your mouth. His hand is a comfortable weight on the back of your head as you teasingly glide your mouth slowly down his length until his tip just hits the back of your throat with a messy 'gluck'. He'll make sure to pull back your hair so he can get a good look as your eyes start to haze from arousal. You can feel the heavy weight of him on your tongue as you start to find your rhythm, the salty taste of his pre & his heavy musk as his hairy thighs frames your face. He'll also like if you rub his tip against the soft insides of your cheeks, leaning back to give his glans a harsh suck. If you feel bold enough & can take him all the way down your throat to nuzzle his pubis, he'll love if you could flick your tongue against his balls.

He also loves to hear and feel the hums of your moans as he starts to fuck your face, the way you slightly choke, the wet 'click' of your mouth, praising you for relaxing your throat & letting him use you. When he's about to cum he pulls back till only the head of his cock is in your wet warmth & jerks off till he bursts on your tongue. He'll pull out as you swallow his offering, rubbing the tip of his dick along your lips till they're shining with his cum. It's his favorite look on you. He'll pull you up by your hair for a messy kiss, he loves tangling his tongue with yours & tasting his own cum. Of course, he'll gently push you on your back to return the favor.

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Bleach anon here! Last Shunsui and Jushiro imagine for awhile, but I’ll bring more characters don’t worry. Imagine you’re another Captain (what squad besides 8 & 13 is your choice) who secretly idolizes Shunsui and Jushiro. You never thought your attraction was obvious. However you were so painfully wrong. They noticed each and every adoring look you gave their way and it drived them crazy. Finally they decided to act on it,inviting you to drink with them. You’re barely halfway through your first glass when the flirting starts. It was normal for Shunsui to be such a flirt though, but when Jushiro softly put a hand on your thigh and rubbed your cheek with the other,you were starting to connect the dots.

“Is this old man’s flirting too much for you?”

The pale haired captain asks,clearing teasing Shunsui who just chuckles it off,commenting that Jushiro’s only a year younger than him. You try to respond, but you find your voice has been figuratively stolen. Never did you think your idols would take such an interest in you. Jushiro softly kisses your neck as Shunsui takes your drink away,setting it to the side before kissing up the other side of your neck.

“You know,Ju might not look like it, but he can do wonders with that tongue of his.”

The brunet huskily purrs to you,making you blush as he slips himself behind you and softly grabs your waist,hands slipping up to your chest before teasing and groping you through your clothes. You try to hold back your moans,after all you’re only in Jushiro’s room,any of his subordinates could hear you! But when said man moves his hand to rub and knead your inner thigh and he slowly kneels down,looking up at you with sugary sweet eyes before asking.

“Can I show you,baby? I want to taste you.”

You couldn’t not agree. Soon enough the two older men work your uniform and underwear off,Jushiro starting to happily eat you out like a man starved and Shunsui teasing and playing with your nipples with his lightly calloused fingers. Moans flow out of you like an unstoppable river. Your body shivers and shakes with desperate need for more. This was like a dream come true for you. Their combined,skilled efforts to please you were almost overwhelming, but so irresistible at the same time.

Your mind was just mush from the heaven they were putting you through. You whine as Jushiro pulls away,him looking up at Shunsui with a warm smirk.

“Do you want a taste?”

Before you knew it they’d switch places,Jushiro kissing and sucking on your soft breasts while Shunsui busied himself in between your legs. He was like a man lost in a desert finding an oasis. The way his lapping tongue managed to find and brush and press every sweet spot you had was maddening. You didn’t even know how loud you were being,volume control being completely lost on you. You were pushed into a hard orgasm quickly,your head tilting back and your legs trembling harshly. Jushiro chuckles softly as he looks up at you.

“Oh you’ll cum for him, but not me? Oh well,there’s going to be plenty of times tonight for me to taste your sweet release.”

He coos as Shunsui shifts enough and spreads your legs more so there’s plenty of room for Jushiro to join him. Tonight was going to be a long night... But you weren’t complaining one bit.

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Better yet,Shunsui and his s/o both teasing each other while he works. You cockwarming him while he does his best to not squirm with the vibe in him.

“You better be good~ As I’m going to ram into you like no tomorrow as soon as I’m done.”

He purrs huskily,nip at your ear a little.

As soon as his paperwork is done it's getting thrown to the ground so he can bend your cute ass over his desk. Your cockwarming sessions taught him how to control his orgasms better, so have fun getting fucked dumb until he cums. If he's not pinning you down with his weight then he's pulling you up by your arms so he can hear your pretty moans. If you're holding back he'll gladly spank your ass a nice pink till you do what he wants.

"That's right, be a good slut for your captain and cum on my cock."

"Oh, baby, you're drooling all over my desk. Am I fucking you that good?"

"Nuh-uh lemme hear your pretty voice sweetie~"

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Bleach anon back. Shunsui would adore cockwarming his darling. It’ll look like he’s actually being productive for once,doing his paperwork while cuddling you on his lap. But really you’re impaled by his thick cock,getting to know every vein and such better than you already do by clenching around him so desperately.

“If you’re a good baby,I’ll reward you with more than just a few drinks~”

He coos into your ear if you whine even a little bit

His darling could work out those pelvic muscles and give Shunsui something to whine about. He'd want to see how many orgasms he can wring from you while cockwarming by playing with your clit or cock. Vice versa maybe you can encourage him to work faster if you put a vibe in his ass and tease him with the settings if he makes a mistake. You can probably condition him to associate his paperwork with pleasure if you're determined enough.