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muzansfangs · 4 months ago

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Bloodstain.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Orihime Inoue, Ichigo Kurosaki, Isshin Kurosaki, Ichimaru Gin, Rukia Kuchiki, Byakuya Kuchiki, Uryuu Ishida, Yasutora Sado, Kisuke Urahara, Haschwalth Jugram, Shuhei Hisagi;

Format: multi-chapter story;

Warnings for this chapter: nsfw, vaginal sex, sub!reader, dom!Aizen, touch-starved Aizen, creampie, use of contraceptives, body worship, creampie, breeding kink, angst, conflicted feelings, mutual pining, conflictual relationship with family members, language, arguing, slight jealousy signs from Sosuke if you squint, violence and gore, attempted murder (Haschwalth almost killing the reader), bruises, denying feelings, kind of inferiority complex, loneliness;

Plot: Your cohabitation with Sosuke was getting complicated. You blamed yourself for your lack of backbone and thus you refused to listen to your heart. You had nothing in common with him, right? The only reason why you fell at his feet so frequently as of late was just because he was gaslighting you in a moment of weakness. Unfortunately, this was what you wanted to believe, what you needed to be true in your head. After a couple of days spent in teaching Sosuke the very few, selected things he was not familiar with in the World of the Livings, it was time to catch up with your father and reveal the reason why you had not paid him a visit upon coming back from the Soul Society. The whirlwind of emotions and some specific words he said during your confrontation triggered some bad memories from your past and you realized that, maybe, you were not just physically attracted to Sosuke. You liked him because he was the only soul in the three different universes to understand you.

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𝐇𝐢, 𝐝𝐚𝐝.

His lips lingering on your spine, kissing every vertebra they met on their wake, left frissons over your skin. Stripped naked, knees planted onto the mattress, you were holding onto the headboard, following his instructions without flinching. A long time ago nothing like that would have ever happened. You would have wallowed into a realm of chastity and caustic desperation, even resembling Ulquiorra’s nihilism, not to be touched by him. Tables had turned, though. Either you had bocome otherworldly unhinged due to the traumatic events you had experienced, transforming you into an empty shell lacking the capacity to dominate your basic impulses, or you had irrevocably fallen in love with him.

The two options both sounded dreadful, but accpeting you had feeling for him was out of discussion. You did not love Sosuke. You refused to believe your heart was big enough to even feel something for a monster. You could not deny something had blossomed between you two a long time ago and the time you were forcibly spending together was nurturing whatever it was to bring it to life. You wished you could simply grab some shears and cut the poisonous buds of your relationship. Unfortunately, though, you could not turn your head in front of what was happening between you two. Despite your arguments, you were discovering things about him that made him more human to your glossy eyes. Who was Sosuke Aizen, stripped from his cruelty when facing an enemy, dethroned from his pristine throne in Las Noches and forced to live among humans, so far from the sky he wished to reign upon?

A man. Sosuke Aizen was a man.

He still had his ambitions, his personality immaculate and often reminding you of what he used to be like in Hueco Mundo and, sadly, in the Soul Society, when he had protected you, healed you, made you believe he was a kind man who took pity of a wounded girl. You wished you had never seen that part of him, the side he had claimed never existed to begin with. Yet, you caught glimpses of it again and again and, frankly, it was hard to think he was faking everything. When he had held you in his arms the previous night, Sosuke was not feigning kindness. The suggestion of sleeping together had slipped his mouth effortlessly. Maybe he had thought the situation would have benefited him, but he had not chastised you for your apparently unjustified fear of thunders. He had calmed you down. And how much you hated him for that.

Now, fully naked, you wondered what had got into your head. Why did you keep on letting him touch you, mark your body like a canvas, rob you of your dignity? All those questions did not find an answer. Not when, according to you, he began to gaslight you again. He had to be manipulating you, right?

His hands cupped your hipbones, thumbs tracing the outlines of the ilium with untainted wanton gleaming in his eyes “Your hips. They fit my hands so perfectly, they are made to be grasped by me. — he drawled, his hot breath wafting your jawline whilst he pressed his erection against your arse — They are made to give birth”.

You shuddered at his words, your hands gripping the headboard so tightly your knuckles whitened. He took notice of that, of the way he had the full command of your body, of how you reacted to his touch and his shameless dirty talk. Sosuke smiled, burying his face onto the crook of your neck.

“That’s right. Hold on tight, because I don’t plan to hold back tonight” he rambled, the clink of his belt being unbuckled following suit.

You heard the rustle of clothes landing somewhere on the floor, a few seconds of anguish for the lack of his warm hands over your body, before his right one slided to the upfront of your thigh, slithering down towards you heat. You tensed in anticipation, whilst his fingers spread your labia to seek your throbbing clitoris. Applying some pressure over it, you whimpered out a cry of despair. You were absolutely soaking wet and ready to welcome him inside, but he was perseverating in playing with your body, aiming to break you down completely.

Now that you were not in the Soul Society anymore, he was in no rush. Who would have ever stopped him from getting his hands all over you? No one. If you really did not want this to happen, you should have been the one to stop him. Regrettably, you were not. You liked it, you wanted it and you did not restrain yourself to respond to his stimulations.

“For someone who claims to hate me, you surely are quite aroused. Do you perhaps have a degradation kink?” he asked you, lips gliding over your shoulderblade and lingering over the crook of your neck, where his teeth bit into with a slow motion that made your legs shake.

“You are a man of science. You know this is a matter of biology and consent” you fretted, breathless, refusing to foster his hopes of getting you to admit the sensations and feelings seeping into your heart.

Sosuke hummed, index and forefinger circling your opening torturously slowly, relinquishing the sight of your writhing body pushing back against his hand to plead for more friction “Still lying to yourself, sweetheart? — Sosuke asked you lowly, collecting some of your slick from your dewy folds and retriving his hand, pressing the said fingers against your parted lips — What is this to you?”.

You inhaled sharply, unable to say anything else beside “Stress relief” before he pushed his digits into your mouth. Your eyes grew round for a split second, the taste of yourself in your mouth making you shudder as he pressed the pads down on your tongue and you unreasonably swirled it around his slender fingers to clean them up, to incite him to give you more.

Eyes fluttering, you wept around his fingers, arms stinging and numbing for the position he had forced you to strike.

“This is your wanton, Y/N. — he cooed, lips brushing against the shell of your ear — You have always wanted this. Or maybe it would be more appropriate to say you have always wanted me” he stated smoothly, but he was not flaunting. His voice sent some vibrations through your body, going straight to your core. He was not heedless about your current state. Just like back then, Sosuke had everything under his control, including you.

The withdrawal of his fingers from your mouth was followed by an obscene ‘pop’. Saliva ran down your chin, a weak whimper echoing in the bedroom as you felt him tangle his fingers through your hair, straining your neck to lock eyes with him. His ones glimmered in fascination, they pierced your soul through your dilated pupils. The wall you had worked so hard to build around you was falling apart. You were in shambles, head spinning as he kissed you roughly, foreteeth biting onto your lower lip to assert dominance.

Your moans were swallowed by his voracious mouth, his hands now cupping your mounds. You were supposed to bristle at him for the accurancy of his words, for his mindblowing way to figure you out so easily, as if you were a character born from the ink of his pen. He knew everything about you. Instead, you jolted at the feeling of his cock grinding against your pussy “Face down, Y/N. Don’t be ashamed. — he whispered, rolling your hardened nipples between his fingers — Your arms can rest” he crooned, watching the way your muscles, contracted, were finally relaxing as you slumped face down onto the pillow. The smell of clean blankets penetrated your nostrils as you nuzzled your cheek in the puffy cushion underneath your head.

“You are a natural born yapper” you exhaled, furrowing your brows as he spread your legs further apart. You refused to glance at him from above your shoulder, deep down knowing he was most likely grinning down at the pornographic view he had of your nether regions. You were dripping, pussy on full display and ready for him to stretch it wider.

His hands grasped your ass, palms splayed over the globes and parting them to open you up better. You felt your breath hitch, spine arching as a reflex to what he was doing. In all your past experiences, you had never ever been treated like this. Goosebumps raised on your skin as you hid your face into the pillow.

Sosuke hummed, squeezing your right rear before lining his shaft to your opening with his free hand “Your brother agrees with that. — he absently commented, the bulbous head of his cock pushing past your folds slowly — However, I beg your pardon, but I am not invested into talking about him when I am splitting you open like that” he rasped out, pushing all the way down fluidly, his thighs smacking against your ass.

The lewd moan slipping from your lips made your face heat up in shame. This angle allowed him to reach the perfect spot turning you into a whimpering mass of sweat and incoherent words so perfectly. It was not fair. You were not supposed to enjoy these experiences with him. You wished there had been someone else in your life who had made you this thrilled and on the brink of ecstasy before him. But no one compared, he was beyond that.

Your velvety walls clamped down on him, thighs quivering as you bit down the pillow to restrain the overflows of breathy moans threatening to spill from your mouth. Sosuke took notice of this, rotating his hips gently against yours to permit your body to adjust to him. Sosuke Aizen was even considerate. How infuriating could it be?

“You need to relax. — he stated calmly, fingers tracing your spine down your lower back — I will do all the work, you just need to tell yourself there is nothing wrong in enjoying this”.

“That’s the point. I’m not supposed to”.

“Why? Because it’s me?”.

You swallowed thickly, glad he could not see your face right now “Sosuke—”.

“You don’t really feel revolted by me. You keep limiting yourself because you fear what your family and all those other fools would think about you, if they knew you let me in your bed. — he rebuked you, tone ever so soothing but you could detect the bitter undertone behind each word leaving his mouth — Break the chains. I refuse to watch you pretend to be someone that you are not. If they don’t like you for who you really are, I do”.

It hurt. You had even realized you were crying until you blinked and some tears dampened the pillow beneath your face. You clutched the blankets at your sides, forehead pressed against the pillow as you tried to push away the horrible memories from your past, the wounds you hid in your heart, careful not to let anyone see them. The older Kurosaki, the girl who could not fail to be a model her step-silblings had to look up to. But the same Kurosaki who had fragilities and no one ever paid any mind to.

“Stop it, Sosuke. — you eventually snapped, eyes closing in frustration — Just fuck me. That’s what you want me for, right? Fuck me”.

The man behind you stilled temporary, thumbs caressing your hipbones whilst he deciphered you, the meaning of your words, your body language, the way you had resorted to command him to complete the act instead of letting him in. How ironic was it? You were the one shutting the world outside, while he was allowing you to know more and more about him. Yet, he would have respected your decision. Things were far way more complex than how you had brutally depicted them. You were not a toy for him, you were the bloody half-human girl who inexplicably got under his skin. You were the only woman in the world he demanded to know the flings she had had, the people she went out with, the places she frequented.

Sosuke clenched his jaw, pulling himself half-way out slowly, before thrusting back into you. The view he had of your body was divine. Back arched, head pressed against the pillow, ass jiggling in sensual ripples with each smack of his thighs against the back of your thighs. For a few moments, the animalistic and masculine desire to merely breed you prevailed. He did not talk much, low groans filled the air as he rammed into you in unbridled salaciousness. You were soaked, the squelching sounds his length dragging in and out of your warm channel were hammering in his head, barbaric instinct he loathed to admit he possessed too taking the control of his body. Limbs and mind cooperated in a lacherous harmony that did not belong to him.

The bedpost slammed against the wall steadily, your whimpers and throaty moans persuading you two to go on. Something, though, felt off. Sosuke wanted you. He had come to terms with that fact. He had no qualms in demearing you, manhandling you roughly and fucking you dumb. Still, the tingling sensation in his chest and his inner thoughts were totally confusing him. It was like the Hogyoku was passing its will on him, reinforcing his desires to the point he had been digging his fingertips so harshly onto the softness of your hips that he only loosened it when you winced in pain.

“Sosuke! You’re hurting me!” your agitated and breathless plea snapped him out of his stream of conciousness.

What had he done? What had happened to him?

His gaze flitted down your hips, red marks tattooing your skin and he furrowed his eyebrows perplexedly. Had he been the one to do that to you? His expression made you uncomfortable. You had never seen him that worried in your whole life.

“Sosuke…” you called his name softly, panting heavily as he pulled out of you and sat back on the bed, hand running down his face to wipe away some sweat beading his visage.

You could not move much, so you merely rolled over to lay on your back and looked at him questioningly “You were not yourself. What was that?” you dared to ask him, only for him to crawl towards you wordlessly and hovering over you. His nose brushed against yours, his hands taking a hold of your legs and wrapping them around his waist.

“I got carried away”.

“Don’t lie to me” you insisted, looping your arms around his shoulders, breath hitching when he sheathed himself back into you. He was not going to stop, apparently. But everytime he had you pinned down, you felt complete. The feelings was outrageous to you. How could this be possible?

“I never lied to you and I have no reason to start now. Get it in your head. Or do I need to fuck that concept in you?” Sosuke drawled, hips rocking back and forth as he set off a gentler pace.

You moaned softly, hot breaths mingling together as your mouths opened to express the mindblowing feeling enveloping your abdomen. The stimulation was liberating. You had missed that feeling, you had missed his body over yours, his cock between your gummy walls.

You sighed, hazardously letting your lips meet his ones “That’s not true. You lied to me once. — you whispered, tongue lapping at his parted lips to keep his attention on you — You told me you were not touch-starved. What I am seeing are the symptoms of your scalding lechery for physical touch. I want to you to tell me how you feel. It is not fair only you get to grow familiar with my feelings” you boldly replied, as your nails scratched down the length of his back when he hit that sweet spot into you once again.

Sosuke grunted, hand grasping your jaw roughly as he kissed you ferociously to hush you. No, he was not going to admit anything. Not until he had figured out what was happening to him, why he did not want to just have sex with you. Sosuke wanted this and more. The revolting truth was driving him nuts. He needed you. How pathetic was it? He who had made himself a living, walking God, wanted a mere human to be his forever. He wished to procreate with you, to see the swell of you belly growing until you gave birth to a new life sharing yours traits and his dna.

“And I am the yapper here? You never seem to understand when you should clamp that fucking mouth of yours shut, darling!” he grumbled, before capturing your lips in another searing kiss and halting his movements to spurt his cum deep into you.

You whimpered out against his lips, overstimulated, tired, the powerful orgasm you had reached leaving you breathless. He was far from letting you know him intimately, that much was true. However, you had got the inkling something was changing and, surprisingly, for the better. After a few seconds of panting and his body crashing yours, he rolled off of you and you clumsily reached for a small box on the nightstand. Once you grabbed it, you sat up, shuddering, as you felt his seed leak out from your abused entrance. The feeling made you flinch, but you had to take your birthcontrol. You never skipped a day and, considering your period had become irregular due to the amount of stress from the war weighing on your shoulders you needed to fix the problem.

Popping the small pill in your mouth, you took a sip of the water and swallowed it down, not thinking too hard about it. Sosuke though had followed your movements and had propped himself up on his elbow, half-lidded eyes soaking in your naked form thoughtfully.

“What was it?” he eventually asked you.

“It’s a contraceptive pill, but my gynecologist has prescribed it to stabilize my hormones. My period doesn’t seem to keep up with my rhythms” you explained, not really paying much attention to his question. Not when all you were thinking about was the mess on your fresh blankets. You huffed, gesturing for him to stand up. You had no intention to sleep like that.

The former Captain did not protest, leisurely standing up and watching you saunter to the wardrobe to draw the lilac set of covers Uryuu had gifted you when you had moved in your new flat. While you were way too focused on fixing your bedroom and cleaning up, Sosuke’s mind was restless. You probably did not skip a day of that pill. He wondered though if the Hogyoku could somehow nullify the effects of the contraceptive. You had no evidence this could happen, just like you had no clue if it was impossible. If he was still in Las Noches, he would have tested out his theory. He had so many instruments in his laboratory. Now, though, what could he do to search for answers if not communicating with that small device now totally absorbed by his sternum and listening to its impulses?

Even if he finally became totally aware of what the Hogyoku wanted, the question troubling him would have still remained unanswered. Could he impregnate you? He almost snorted, conflicted in his own little world. Why did he care so much? He knew himself and his ambitions, sadly. If he was obsessing over something like that, it only meant he wished to find a solution to the enigma. On top of that, he hoped in a confirmation of his suspects. And that feeling startled him.

“Gosh… We have made a mess” you suddenly noted, still a little breathless. You were naked under his attentive gaze. Shame for your nudity in his presence was not something you were affected by anymore. He was totally naked too, seemingly unbothered by the lack of clothes shileding his body.

Sosuke slicked back his hair, as he approached the other side of the bed to help you changing the blankets. You froze solid, stunned by the kind gesture and the mere fact he even knew how to perfectly smooth down the creases.

“Who taught you…” you started, trailing off as you put the pillow back in its original place.

“I’m a civilized man, Y/N. What’s so strange about me knowing how to make a bed?”.

You felt a tad stupid for your question now, but it always happened when talking to him. Even if he had never tried to make you feel that way purposely “Well, you had maids in Las Noches and in the Soul Society as well. I thought you never bothered learning how to make your bed…” you reasoned, avoiding his eyes at any cost. You should have clamped your mouth shut. Pesting him with frivolous trivia was only going to mortify you, once he snapped.

Instead, he furrowed his brows, his voice smoother and gentler somehow “This is certainly true. Did you forget where most of the souls enrolling at the Academy come from, though? Not everyone is privileged enough to be born in a luxurious Estate like Kuchiki Byakuya” he reminded you, causing an itch you always wanted to scratch to resurface in the back of your mind. You knew little to nothing about Sosuke’s past and his family. He never talked about it. While you did not have the courage to ask him about his private life in the past, now that you were beginning to understand him, you could ask him more about himself. All you knew, as he had just stated, was that Sosuke was not a noble and, most likely, he was not born behind the safe walls encircling the Seireitei. He came from the Rukongai.

Well, how much it jarred with the way he carried himself.

“Are you telling me you were one of those children from the Rukongai?” you hazardously tried, finally meeting his gaze when you both accidentally reached for the same pillow. Your fingers touched, his chestnut brown eyes softened for a couple of seconds.

“Without other children to call friends or equals. No child in the Rukongai could stand near me without being blown by my reiatsu” he confessed, allowing silence to blanket the room and your shaken frame as well. Suddenly, all those talks about solitude being his shadow you had heard from Kisuke and Ichigo and the way his sword sent a melancholic feeling of lonliness through your bones made sense.

His veheement search for an equal to fight, for someone who could challenge him fell into place like the last piece of a puzzle you could not fit anywhere for years.

He did not feel ashamed, yet he had stiffened quite visibly. You gave him some seconds to gain his thoughts, before you did something that caught your own rationality off guard “Stay here tonight”.

Stay here tonight. Weren’t you the one who did not wish for you two to bond? Sleeping with him again would have complicated things further. But your heart was throbbing in your chest. What were you doing? Offering him a shoulder to cry on? No. Were you concerned about him? No. Were you attempting to be his psychologist? No. You just wanted to be near him and let him know vulnerabilities are part of every being existing. He knew a lot about yours and now you were ready to know more about his ones.

But naturally Sosuke Aizen made things hard for you just like he had done in the past.

“There’s no need for this. I’m heading back to my room”.

“But—”.

“Goodnight”.

The bitter taste on your tongue you felt when he left was familiar to you. He had not chosen you. But nobody ever did, right? However, being used to this had not prepared you enough for that stupid feeling of abandonment you were now being swallowed by. He always seemed to be eager to pest you, to have you under his watch. But his pride and ego had prevailed again. After all, was he not respecting your decisions?

“You dumbass, why would he care when no one does…” you uttered under your breath, before facepalming and bending down to pick up your clothes.

As you headed to the bathroom, you ignored your phone buzzing, prelude to a meeting you could not avoid anymore and that would have most likely left you in shambles on the ground.

You took your sweet time in making up your mind. For a couple of days, you did not even open the chat, pretending there was not an unread message in your inbox. The red circle on your father’s icon made your stomach churn. You oughted to pay him a visit. Ichigo had probably already come back too by now. For some reason, though, going back to your old house and dining with your father evoked memories you wished to wash away from your mind. He had loved you dearly, fed you, made sure you lacked nothing. However, he had not even noticed what you needed the most: someone to understand you, to guide you, to pat your shoulder and tell you that flaws are part of the human nature. It was okay to fail, sometimes. Too bad he had never taught you that. Too bad Isshin and everyone around him always had their full attention on Ichigo. Too bad you had to play the rule of Masaki, your siblings’ mom, but no one ever tried to be a mother for you. You had no one to wipe your tears, when you fell at the park. You had to grit your teeth and be an example for Ichigo and the two little girls, who would have learned not to cry over silly, little incidents.

Therefore, now, ready to leave your flat, you finally opened the message.

ISSHIN: When are you coming over?

YOU: I’ll be there in ten minutes.

Shoving your phone into the back pocket of your jeans, you headed to the living room. Sosuke was comfortably sitting on the sofa, eyes transfixed on the tv, seemingly uninterested. To distract yourself from the embarrassment of having asked him to sleep in your bedroom that night, only to receive a categorical refusal from him, you had made it your goal to keep your relationship based on minimal interactions. To make life easier for you, you had even showed him how the tv worked. He enjoyed films on Netflix, thanks to God, mostly because the human nature and habits never ceased to shock him. For the worse, obviously. You had installed apps on his phone, given him your number for him to reach out to you, if you had to leave the flat without him. He was perceptive, paying attention to your instructions, learning quickly whatever you showed him.

Upon sensing your presence in the room, Sosuke stopped the film. Head turning in your direction, he let his eyes wander down your form “You didn’t mention we were leaving. Give me a minute”.

“I’m leaving, you’re not. — you stopped him just as he grabbed the remote to turn the tv off — I’ll be back in an hour, at best”.

He seemed stupefied by the news, a knot forming between his eyebrows “I thought you could not leave me unsupervised. Where are you going?”.

“I need to meet up with someone. It won’t take long”.

“Is it your beloved Lieutenant Hisagi? That’s why I can’t trail behind you?” Sosuke inquired, a bitter undertone permeating his words, probably without his own consent.

You shook your head “No, it’s not Shuhei. It’s my father. I don’t think anyone even informed him about this arrangement. This is my duty, after all. — you declared, hand on the doorknob, while you shot him a demanding glare — Don’t open the door to anyone. I got the keys”.

Sosuke watched you disappear behind the door. His eyes hooded, head lolling on the backrest to stare at the ceiling. He had a feeling you were fronting. Most likely, it was his fault. He had played with your mind, possessed your body carnally like he really wanted you. And it was not far from reality: Sosuke craved you. The issue with him was that he could not stay close to you, if he had no idea of what was truly going on with him. All he knew was that he stared at the phone, awaiting for you to call him up and ask him to come to pick you up. Because he would have not hesitated to run a thousand miles to get to you.

Down the streets of Karakura, you had spent the time to reach your father’s home in picking the right words to tell him who was currently residing in your house. You knew he would have obviously freaked out. You could have not blamed him for that. Still, there were so many untold things between you two that you refused to let him reprimand you for being reckless. He had forced you to be that way, he had raised you like a warrior, a thing he had not done with the rest of his offspring. Now, entering your old house, memories of good and bad times filled your mind. The living room, the kitchen, the view from the window besides the sofa. You had no guts to go upstairs, though. Your old bedroom would have probably evoked the worst scenarios you had lived in your teenage years.

When was the last time you had visited this house? Probably, when Ichigo had sent you a message to talk about that former Arrancar turned into a Quincy he had fought against right before the war started. That small reunion had haunted you for days, depriving you of a well-deserved rest. Another war, another trip to Hueco Mundo and the Soul Society. Another chance to possibly see Sosuke again. You had refused to go to Hueco Mundo, asking Urahara to go straight to the Seireitei. Terrible choice, considering the numbers of victims that had fallen before your eyes.

“You really came to visit, then”.

Isshin Kurosaki, your father, had joined you. Turning towards him, you merely nodded your head in his direction as a greeting. He smiled imperceptibly, gesturing for you to take a seat at the table to have the hardest conversation of your whole life.

“I should have called you earlier” you started, complying to his request and dragging a chair along the floor to keep yourself busy while you talked to him.

Isshin hummed, sitting on the opposite side of the table. He seemed tired “It’s alright. All I care about is that you’re fine” he said, folding his arms against his chest.

You knew he meant good. He was your father. What he was saying was true. Still, it still sounded ironic to you. You were a small kid, when your mother died and he took you in with his family. You were a damn kid, when you cried yourself to sleep for two years straight every night after your loss. You remembered waiting for him to enter your bedroom and console you, but he never came. You wished you could have found solace in his warm eyes instead of seeking comfort in the placid satellite up in the sky. But he never bothered crossing the threshold.

“Ichigo told me you got badly injured, when the war started”.

“I’m good. — you shortly said, maybe too quickly for your own liking — Did he tell you why I got cut open?” you asked him bitterly.

Isshin let his gaze flit from your face to the floor “He just said you were fighting by his side”.

You tsked, bittered by his lack of insterest “I got butchered by his opponent. I did what you have always taught me to do: shielding Ichigo from the dangers”.

He stiffened, silence falling over you two for a few seconds, asphyxiating you like a pair of hands squeezing the air out of your lungs. You really were hoping this was going to end soon. You wanted to go back home, even if it meant seeing Sosuke again. Therefore you decided to give him little time to think about what you had just told him.

“There is a reason behind my visit. I do not think you are going to accept the situation I have been put on, but I think you should be informed regardless” you began, your voice not wavering like it used to do in the past. You had really matured, grown up with a strong will despite all of the times people almost forgot about your presence, or simply associated you to your brother. You had a voice and you wanted people to listen to it.

Isshin furrowed his brows, awaiting for you to go ahead. You had his attention, for once.

“I haven’t come back to Karakura alone. The Central 46 took a questionable decision and you perfectly know how things works, when it comes down to them. — you started, watching his eyes clouding over in a ominous feeling he was not going to cope with what you were about to tell him — For an indefinite amount of time, Sosuke Aizen is living in my flat”.

The sound of his fist colliding with the table made you flinch, but you did not dart away your eyes from his. He was reacting exactly how you had anticipated and he was right. You were biologically linked. His role of a parent demanded him to protect you. But he had never really done it before now, right?

“What the Hell does it mean? This cannot be possible!” he countered back, standing abruptly and running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“It’s true and no one can do anything about it. Stay out of this. I can deal with him” you replied, looking at him dead in the eyes.

Your father snorted, jabbing his finger at you “You don’t understand, do you? He’s surely going to kill you! Do you think you can stop him?”.

You bristled, jumping on your feet “That’s not even your business! I know the risks and I know him better than anyone else!”.

“Sure thing! He knows you as well, Y/N! You’re not Ichigo! He knows he can kill you because you don’t even have a Bankai!” he roared back, chest heaving as you felt like someone had just slapped you across the face. In a instant, you were back in the Soul Society, to the moment you realized no one ever believed in you.

“Kurosaki-kun has achieved his Bankai!” Orihime piped out, exuberant, doe eyes glittering in a visceral adoration masked as what she simply referred to as ‘plain admiration for a friend’. Everybody knew what she was hiding behind her selfless nature, her newly renovated combative spirit and audacious decision of following you all in the Soul Society. She was doing it for your brother, for Ichigo. Obviously, for Rukia too. Yet, you knew better than your younger friends. This was love. Her sacrifices were made for him, her heart beated for him. Orihime Inoue naively thought to be subtle about the feelings she harboured for your step-brother. Unfortunately for her, you saw right through her eyes.

Uryuu, arms folded over his chest, stared at the vastity of a forest visible from the hill you were finding solace at after the insane battle you fought.

“Still, it was not enough to stop that Captain”.

You flinched, eyes downcast in a futile attempt to stop certain thoughts from invading your mind. Wherever you went, you felt watched. You still felt his touch over your shoulder to heal the severe wound Captain Ichimaru had inflicted to you. You still tasted the delicious tea he had made for you in his office. How incredibly stupid of you to trust a man who should have tossed you in a cell for having broken into his world. Nobody should be kind to an enemy. If this happens, the helping hand is most likely the same one that will hold a blade to stab you in the end.

“Are you alright?”.

The question caught you off guard, head raising to meet the confused glances of your comrades. You had zoned out, apparently. Orihime had scooted closer to you, hand curled around your forearm amiably.

You sighed “Don’t worry about me. I’m just tired, that’s all. I have fully recovered and… I have started training again” you explained casually, gifting the worried girl a soft, reassuring smile she mirrored. While she did not press further and Sado nodded, Uryuu interjected in your conversation.

“It’s understandable. — he reasoned, index and forefinger fixing his glasses over the bridge of his nose — We all should hone our abilities. I have a feeling this war is going to require a whole other level of power from us, if we wish to contribute and partake to it” he stated calmly, albeit there was a worried undertone you had not failed to taste on your tastebuds upon letting his words sink in.

“Which is why I need a Bankai too” you noted, stretching your arms above your head in a catlike motion.

“You know, I thought you would have been the one to achieve the Bankai before him. — Uryuu cooed, scrutinizing your face, lost into his thoughts — You are older than him, after all”.

You had no time to retaliate, because Orihime stunned you in silence with her mellow and overly excited tone of voice “But he is special! If there’s someone to bet on, Ichigo’s the right candidate for it!”.

Yes, he was. Ichigo was always the better Kurosaki.

You shook your head, tears prickling your eyes as you clenched your fists down your sides “You know nothing about me, not only about him. If you really cared, you would have known I actually have a Bankai” you snapped, watching his eyes widen even so slightly and his mouth opening to talk to you. He reached a hand out, but you shoved past him and ran out of the house as if it was on fire.

The moment your eyes turned back to their original color, the purple tear-like lines marking your cheeks fading, you fell onto your knees. Your fingers reached up to your mouth, the pads of your twitching fingers pierced by the pointy canines gradually retracting in your gums, as you witnessed to the stages your body went through to go back to its original shape. The Bankai. You had made it. You had finally unleashed your Bankai.

Sniffing in joy, you wiped the tears off of your face, standing back up absent-mindedly.

“You have a beautiful Bankai” the baritone voice of your captor cut through the still air of the training room. When had he entered? For how long had he been standing there to watch you? His praise, coming from his sinful mouth, touched your heart in ways you refused to acknowledge.

“Thanks”.

He did not bother waltzing in the room, but he indulged into his perpetual habit of striking up small conversations with you since you were locked in Las Noches “I knew something was holding you back. But I never stopped believing in you”.

You wanted to shout at him, you should have for everything he had done. But for once, you felt the sweet taste of a positive appraisal on your tongue and you realized too late how addictive it could be. Tragically, you let him see through your weakness.

“You are not less valuable than him, Y/N. — he admonished you, before leaving — You just happen to be surrounded by people who depend on him, who need him to be strong to survive. You don’t”.

You were sobbing by the time you made it back to your flat, but you could not go inside in such a state, especially since you now had come to tye conclusion that the only person knowing you better than anyone else was the same person who had tried to kill everyone around you besides you. You slumped onto the ground, curling yourself up in ball, until you spotted a small post-it on the floor next to the front door of your house.

You unfolded it, teary eyes obfuscating your vision, as you read yet another problematic information:

‘We need to talk. I’m staying at Urahara’s shop for the weekend.

Shuhei Hisagi’.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! Finally, I have updated this story! Time for a confession: I never liked Isshin. I am not going to paint him as a monster or a villain, naturally, but I never liked his way of behaving around Ichigo's younger sisters and how he was mostly an absent father to Ichigo. It does not feel right at all leaving your son in the dark about what really happened to your wife, his mother. Even worse is the fact he never bothered to tell him a damn thing about the Soul Society. This is not protecting your family, Isshin. This is downright escaping responsibilities. Anyway, getting down to business, this jackass is going to appear a lot in the story. Future grandfather in action, you could say. Obviously, Isshin and Ssosuke will hardly get alone.

– Luce

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Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I wanted to write something similar to what I did for Christmas, so here’s a missmash of characters celebrating Valentine’s Day with you. I put a bunch of random characters into a spinning wheel of names, and voilà! Our characters have been chosen. This is SFW and fairly fluffy – Apologies, but I haven’t been quiet in the headspace to write smut as of late! Regardless, I hope you guys enjoy this (and some delicious snacks today!).

CW: These are all AUs, more or less. As for specific warnings: there's a smidge of something suggestive in Kenpachi's but that's about it. I think maybe all of them are on the side of being a bit corny and cheesy haha! But I'm in a fluffy mood.

Characters: Shuhei Hisagi, Shinji Hirako, Zaraki Kenpachi (Yachiru mentioned heavily), Nanao Ise (Shunsui mentioned heavily).

Total word count: 5143

SHINJI HIRAKO - THE LISTENING ROOM | wc: 910

“A listening room?” Shinji asked, raising his eyebrows. There was a growing crowd behind you as you eagerly waited to be let into event. “Isn’t that just a fancy name for a concert?”

“On paper it sounds like a concert, but it’s anything but that!” You grinned. Shinji was skeptical, but you were in an exuberant mood, and it was hard to be cynical with your infectious smile around.

You had scored tickets to the elusive event around town. The Listening Room was only open to those with tickets, and the tickets themselves were hard to come by. There was little promotion for them, as the organizer preferred to keep it lowkey. You learned about them in passing, about this music event that happened twice a month – where there were live performers playing all sorts of jazz music, as well as involving the audience.

You knew it would be something Shinji would enjoy, and it just so happened that you secured tickets for their Valentine’s Day event.

But you frowned, slightly, as the two of you approached the entrance. Maybe Shinji wouldn’t like this. The scowl on his face didn’t disappear and he seemed irritated. Maybe you were a bother and he wanted to do something else. Maybe… maybe… maybe he’s just not that into you.

“You ok?” Shinji asked, his frown replaced with a look of concern.

“Oh, no. It’s just a bit too cold tonight.” You lied. Shinji opened his mouth, but the bouncers scanned your tickets and let you in.

It was a small space, where at the centre was a makeshift stage for the musicians of the night. They improvised a song, and immediately Shinji’s head perked up. It’s what he enjoyed about jazz – there was freedom in playing it, freedom he wasn’t necessarily afforded always.

He began nodding his head along to the music. The venue was getting fuller, but everyone’s focus was on the centre stage. The musicians played and improvised different songs, some you recognized from Shinji’s collections, others were completely new to you. You looked at Shinji and smiled, he was enjoying the music, with the large grin plastered on his face.

Shinji instinctively grabbed your hand, “let’s get closer.” He murmured, to which you agreed. The two of you slightly pushed and shoved your way through the herd of people, until you had a clear view of the stage. Shinji’s face lit up as he watched the musicians play. With the freestyle nature of the songs they were playing, you noticed that some instruments would change players – a new drummer was sitting in place of the one when you first entered. Actually, you recognized that person – they were just ahead of you in line!

You heard about this through the rumour mill, that the Listening Room encouraged audience participation. You knew Shinji dabbled with keyboards from time to time…

And the beat of the song changed pace, where the keyboardist stopped playing and left the stage, a large smile on their face as they went back into the crowd.

“Shinji, you should go!”

“What are you talking about? These are musicians.”

“Some of them, but not all. They let the audience play with them too.”

Shinji looked at you – your eyes were bright with eagerness to hear him play.

And he could never say no to you.

“Fine, fine. I’ll go up there.”

Thankfully, no one came up and Shinji made his way, nodding his head to the musicians who kept playing. Shinji sat in front of the keyboard, closing his eyes as he nodded his head to the music, finding the rhythm and without hesitation, began to play along with the other players.

You gave him a large smile as you clapped, watching him enjoy himself like this. A wave of relief washed over you to see Shinji playing along. Eventually though, Shinji began tapering off his notes, his way of signaling he was going to stop. You could see another person coming forward and with a quick nod of heads, Shinji came off the stage.

The music kept playing as he made his way back towards you. His grin was wide, teeth fully showing, and a slight sweat across his forehead.

“Did you have fun?” You asked, with a light laugh.

“Ya sure bet I did.” He chuckled, grabbing hold of your hand once again. He pulled you further away from the stage and people, but you were still able to hear the music.

“Let’s get you a drink.” You said, but before you could even leave, Shinji’s grip on your hand tightened as he pulled you closer to him.

You were hit with his chest, as you tilted your head up, face feeling warm. You were never this close to him before!

“I’m not dense ya know.” Shinji remarked, his cheeks turning slightly pink under the warm light. He held you closer, before leaning down to kiss you on the lips.

Your eyes were wide, but you kissed him back.

Shinji pulled away, murmuring your name, “I like you a lot, ya know?” Giving you a reassuring hug, “and this was the best damn Valentine’s Day gift I could ask for.”

Your heart thudded loudly in your chest as soon as you heard those words, “I like you too, Shinji.” You whispered.

He gave a soft laugh, “I sure hope ya did – it would’ve broken my heart if you did all this and just wanted to be friends!”

SHUHEI HISAGI - THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS | wc: 1325

You were perplexed with the growing number of flowers you were receiving each day. They weren’t elaborate bouquets, if anything, you would be gifted a single stem flower each day. You weren’t sure who it was from, all you knew was that you would come back to your office, at different times of the day, to find one lone flower.

You brought them home with you, placing them into one vase. At first the single stemmed flowers were pretty on their own, but once together, they became a beautiful bouquet in your vase.

The scent they emitted was refreshing, and surprisingly they didn’t show many signs of wilting. Yet the mystery remained on who was placing them.

No notes, no hints or clues as to who was placing them. And today was no different, as another flower laid on top of your desk. You sighed wistfully, inspecting the lone flower. But there was no time to daydream today, as you had a deadline approaching.

You were lost in thought as you typed away the last of your editorial comments for the upcoming issue being released. The knocks on your office door went unheard until someone came into your periphery.

“Oh Shuhei! I didn’t notice you.” You smiled at him. He gave you a small smile as he handed you a cup of coffee.

“I figured as much, you haven’t left your office in a while.” Shuhei murmured, then quickly grew red in the face, “not that I was noticing!”

You laughed at how easily flustered he became, “it’s ok – I knew what you meant.” Giving him a reassuring smile. “I definitely needed this, so thank you.” You said, blowing the hot steam from the cup and taking a sip. Shuhei knew your coffee order by heart, and you cherished the taste of your favourite café’s brew.

“How’s the issue coming?” Shuhei asked, sitting in the chair across from your desk.

“Eh, it’s not bad – but you know how it is when the writers submit last minute.” You gave him a wry smile as you pushed your laptop towards him.

Shuhei quickly skimmed the document, frowning as he noticed the errors some of the articles had. “Rush jobs always need the most work.” He sighed.

“Tell me about it… sometimes I wonder if I should rewrite the article myself.” You complained, pinching the bridge of your nose. “But whatever, it’s almost done.”

“That’s good. Let me know if I can be of any help.” Shuhei offered, before he noticed the flower placed on your notebook. “What’s that?”

“Oh I keep meaning to ask you about this, but do you know who’s been giving me flowers?”

“You’ve been getting flowers?” Shuhei asked innocently, lightly tapping his facial tattoo. “I didn’t see anyone come in, but I was also in meetings this morning.”

“Right, yeah – with those photographers.” You murmured, knowing Shuhei was just as busy as you with drafting and setting up the magazine’s layout design.

“I can ask around if you want.” Shuhei asked, as he gently placed his hand over yours on the desk.

You gave him an appreciative smile, “thanks Shuhei, but it’s ok. It’s been a nice pick me up to be honest.” As your eyes wandered back to the flower.

Shuhei’s face turned slightly pink, which was his cue to leave. “Anyways, I should get going so you can get back to work.” He quickly said, as he got rushed out of his seat. Without so much of a glance to you, he reached for the door. “If I have a suggestion… look up what those flowers mean. It might give you an idea of who it’s from.” He said, before closing your door.

You stared at where Shuhei once was, and then back to the flower on your desk. You inspected it carefully. You weren’t sure what flower you were looking at, so you resolved to look this up at home, with the rest of your bouquet waiting for you.

Unfortunately for you, the day went longer than expected. You were in such a hurry to go home though that you forgot your house keys back in your office.

And you were also exhausted. You didn’t want to go back to the office – the traffic and subways were packed with people rushing in and out on a Friday night. It was then you had an idea.

You pulled out your phone and quickly texted Shuhei, “are you still in the office?”

You bit your lip waiting for his response when you say the speech bubble appear to show him typing. “Yeah. What’s up?”

“Can you do me a huge favour? I left my keys at my desk, if it’s not too much trouble – could you get them for me?”

“Np.” He replied, followed by a thumbs up emoji. You sighed in relief as you texted him your address.

Maybe you lost track of the time, but Shuhei found his way to your home in no time.

“Thank you so much! You have no idea.” You cried in relief, giving him a hug.

He tensed up immediately, then awkwardly patted your back. He was nervous around you, his cheeks tinted pink. “Don’t worry about it – I was just about to leave, so you got me at a good time.”

“Thank god for that.” You laughed. “Why don’t you come in? Let’s have dinner, it’s my treat.” You smiled.

Shuhei’s face grew hot, “if you insist.” He stammered, following you in.

Shuhei took a look around your home. It was modestly decorated, but was undeniably your space. He made his way to your bookshelf and looked over the spines of the books and magazines you had in your collection.

“You have a really nice home.” Shuhei complimented. You motioned him to the couch, as you brought him a cup of water.

“Thank you! It took some time, but I’m glad to call this place home.” You smiled.

Shuhei looked around your space again and noticed the vase immediately.

“Are those the flowers?” He asked, his voice unusually serious.

“Oh yes, I just placed the one I got today in it.” You smiled at him. He walked over to the vase and inspected the flowers.

“Did you look up what they mean?” He examined the flower petals, running his thumb gently over them.

“No, I didn’t. You don’t happen to know what they mean, do you?” You laughed.

“Yeah, I do.” Shuhei murmured, “this one is a white anemone, which means ‘sincerity’” as he pointed to the white flower. “And this one, the yellow camellia, means ‘longing’.”

You stood next to him, as you watched him look over the flowers, “I know the lily of the valley means ‘promise of happiness’” you said, as he gently flicked the bell-shaped blossoms.

Shuhei gave you a soft smile, “that’s right. And do you know what this means?” He asked, pointing the red rose.

You laughed, “of course I know, it means ‘in love’.” You grinned at him,“you know a lot, Shuhei!”

Taking a deep breath, Shuhei turned to face you, “I know what they mean because I sent them.”

You gave him a warm smile, reaching out to his hand, “I know. I just wanted to play along.” You smiled at him.

Shuhei’s face grew red as you held his hand to your face. “I –“ he stammered.

“It’s ok – I figured it was you. You’re the only one who comes into my office and would have known when I’d be away.” You laughed. “You’re not that slick.” You teased at him.

Shuhei looked down, embarrassed, but you kept holding his hand.

“And Shuhei,” you whisper, reaching up to his face, “if I had flowers for you – they’d say the same thing.” You murmured, kissing him softly on the lips. Shuhei’s eyes fluttered, his heart thudding loudly to him, as he kissed you back. Sometimes the language of flowers is all that needs to be said.

NANAO ISE - STRANGER LOVE | wc: 1003

Nanao was resolved to work her way during her graduate school career, much to the dismay of her ever-doting uncle, Kyoraku Shunsui. She knew that if she were to ever fall on hard times, he would help her in a heartbeat, but Nanao was determined to work hard and earn her keep.

Bartending wasn’t her ideal choice for a part-time career, and she couldn’t see herself working as a bottle girl at a night club… but her uncle’s compliments on hosting made her wonder if she could get paid for it.

Which is how she landed the bartending position in a highly coveted speakeasy. Although the speakeasy was quiet, the tips were large and the clientele, for the most part, were easy to work with.

It allowed her to network in a way with some of the customers, practice her people skills and learn more outside the sheltered upbringing she had growing up. Some days were easier than others, sometimes it was fearful to cut off a customer if they had too much to drink one night. But overall, Nanao couldn’t complain much, it was paying her bills and kept her uncle out of her hair.

But lately, Nanao felt… strange at work. You were a new customer, one of few words. You would always smile politely at Nanao, order at most two drinks, then tip generously. Usually you came at a time where she was already in deep conversation with another customer. It made her feel guilty that she left you alone.

So today, she planned on talking to you. You usually came to the bar at a specific time, and Nanao would be ready.

What Nanao didn’t realize, that it was also Valentine’s Day. The speakeasy was filled with couples, old, young, apparently happy? (Or was it the alcohol). Nanao gave a sad smile as she looked around the bar. It was your usual time to come, and yet you weren’t here – of course you weren’t. It’s Valentine’s Day, you would be with your partner, like all these other people.

Sighing to herself, Nanao cleaned a whiskey glass. Although there were plenty of people at the bar tonight, many of them were talking to others. Any other time, Nanao would feel relieved that she could people watch, but tonight, she was disappointed.

Celebrating Valentine’s Day wasn’t a thought she had. It wasn’t something she concerned herself with, but tonight it made her feel lonely.

Yet the door opened and you made your way to her counter. Nanao’s eyes widened as she looked at you, feeling strange as to why she was feeling relieved to see you.

“Hi!” You greeted her, “happy Valentine’s Day. This place is busy tonight.” You laughed, as you looked around the room.

“Oh – yes, yes, it is. Do you want your usual?” Nanao asked, feeling nervous for some reason.

“Yes please, thank you.” You smiled. “I’m also surprised no one’s talking to you tonight.”

“Really?” Nanao asked, a frown forming her face.

“In a way, I’m glad. I always wanted to talk to you.” You smiled softly. Nanao looked down to your glass as she finished the finishing touches of your drink. “You’re always so busy when I come.”

Nanao didn’t say anything as she watched you nurse your drink.

“You really know your alcohol.” You grinned, taking another sip. “This is delicious.”

Nanao’s face felt warm hearing your compliment, “thank you.”

“Anyways, I’m surprised your working tonight. I thought you’d be celebrating Valentine’s Day.”

Nanao scoffed, fixing her glasses, “no, I get triple pay tonight and I’m single.”

“Really?” You gasped, placing your drink on the counter. “What time does your shift end?”

Nanao gave you a confused look, “why? You don’t even know my name.”

You gave a hearty laugh, “yes I do! You told me it before – it’s Nanao” you smiled. “Also I wanna take you out to celebrate! You should at least get some time for yourself, you know?”

Nanao hesitated – she didn’t know you at all… but her instincts weren’t going off.

“We can do whatever you want to. Just pick the place.”

“Let’s just stay here.” She murmured, feeling unsure of where to go. “I want to try being the customer for once.”

You gave her a gentle smile, “of course – the customer is ‘king’ or I should say, ‘queen’ after all.”

The two of you chatted the rest of the evening, with Nanao breaking away a few times to tend to the bar as customers came in. After her shift ended, she quickly changed out of her uniform. Her large glasses framed her face, her hair in a makeshift bun, and a small blush across her cheeks.

“Actually, can we go to a diner nearby?” Nanao asked, as she fidgeted with her glasses.

“Lead the way!”

“And who’s this?” Nanao’s uncle, Shunsui, asked as he invited you to his home.

You introduced yourself, bowing to the tall man. “I’m Nanao’s partner.”

Shunsui’s eyes widened as Nanao looked away nervously. He let out a tender smile, “I hope you’re treating my Nanao-chan with the tender love and care she deserves.”

“Shut up!” Nanao interjected, embarrassed at what he was saying. You laughed, as Nanao warned you beforehand that he would “say something incredibly cheesy.”

“How long have you been together?” Shunsui asked, as he ushered the two of you to sit.

“Hm, about 8 months now, give or take?” You said, turning to Nanao. Her face was red as she refused to look at her uncle in the face.

“Eight months… that would mean you met in February?” Shunsui pondered, look at the two of you with curiosity.

“Technically we’ve known each other for a little more than that, but our first date was on Valentine’s Day.” You answered, giving him a sheepish smile as Nanao face reddened even more.

Shunsui let out a hearty chuckle, “well isn’t that romantic. No wonder little Nanao is so flustered.”

Nanao huffed, “you two are so annoying.” To which, you and Shunsui shared a laugh.

ZARAKI KENPACHI - BOOK-END, HAPPY-END | wc: 1885

Yachiru was a handful most of the time, or at least, that’s what her preschool teachers would tell Zaraki continuously. But she was a happy girl, popular with her classmates and while she liked to pull pranks, she was quick to apologize.

Libraries though, were a sense of wonder for her – she can read all her favourite comics, have someone read to her, and play with some toys, all in one place?

Her father, Zaraki, hated the library. He didn’t care much for books, and it was too quiet for his liking. It was too stuffy for someone like him. He always dreaded picking up Yachiru from her afterschool program at the library because of the looks and stares he would get from other parents.

Not that he cared about what they thought – they were just pissing him off with the constant oogling and whispers. If they had something to say, say it to his face.

But one glare from him was enough to shut any negative naysayers around him as they ran off in fear. And Yachiru was a happy camper ready to be picked up by her father, or “Kenny” as she affectionately called him. Zaraki didn’t care that Yachiru didn’t call him father, dad, pops – whatever name one would call their father figure. She was happy, safe and healthy (he did mind how much candy she was consuming, lest he get another scolding from her dentist).

It surprised him that Yachiru enjoyed the library as much as she did. She was louder than him and was just as carefree about personal space and societal expectations as he was… yet she insisted on being part of the afterschool library program that some of her friends were in.

So here he was, waiting for Yachiru to finish up her program as he flipped through some random magazine.

“Kenny!” Yachiru yelled as she rushed over to Zaraki. He stared at her calmly as she excitedly jumped around in front of him, her schoolbag barely zipped, her cheeks flushed with with excitement and bright pink hair tousled around. He gave her a smile and lifted her on to his shoulders.

But as soon as he walked away, he felt a hard ‘thud’ on his head. “Ow, watch where yer hittin’, Yachiru.” He snapped.

“Kenny, you gotta talk to the librarian. She said she had to talk to the parents before we left.”

Zaraki huffed, this place was annoying. He saw you, the librarian in question, chatting with some parents before they walked away. You had a calm smile, as you waved to Yachiru sitting happily on Zaraki’s head.

“And you must be Ms. Yachiru’s father – it’s nice to actually speak with you.” You said, as you began to register how tall and big the man was. No wonder Yachiru seemed content to sit on his shoulders, she was so high up!

“She said you had somethin’ to talk to me about. Make it quick.” He coldly replied. In his few interactions with libraries and librarians, he hated talking with him. They talked too much, and he didn’t care for books. It was just too boring for him.

“We have a little read-along coming up and I’ve been inviting caregivers to attend.” You said, as you handed Zaraki a pamphlet. “Yachiru is an excellent reader… once she finds something she wants to read.” You gave a hearty laugh.

“That’s because you know what I like Ms. Librarian!” Yachiru giggled.

You sighed, you corrected Yachiru in front of her father, “please call me that instead.”

Zaraki muttered your name, unsure if he would even remember it, but you did have a different personality for a librarian than what he was used to. You seemed carefree and relaxed – not caring that Yachiru often times did things on her own terms.

“I’ll be there. Thanks.” Zaraki took the pamphlet from your hands. He walked out of the library with Yachiru gleefully laughing, all the way home.

Zaraki was warming up to the library, or the more accurate answer was that he was warming up to you. He would come right on time to pick up Yachiru but let her have a few minutes to run amok in the children’s area while he talked with you.

He liked listening to you talk – the way your nose scrunched up when you laughed, and the way you didn’t judge him for his dislike of reading. “It’s not for everyone,” you would say, “but there is always a book for someone.” But you never pressured him to take out a book.

And the two of you wouldn’t just talk about Yachiru, even though she was often a handful. She was fun and was quick to engage, you didn’t have many complaints. You also were honest with him, which was something he appreciated. He hated the way many of Yachiru’s teachers and the parents of her friends, would dance around him – as if anything they say would piss him off. They didn’t bother to get to know him, and in return, he didn’t give a rat’s ass about them (aside from being respectful to Yachiru).

No, you were different – you weren’t afraid to joke with him, you weren’t afraid to tease him. You were… fun. Which was why he started to enjoy coming to the library to pick Yachiru up if it meant getting a few moments to chat with you.

Although today was a bit different, Yachiru had been invited to a sleepover with one of her classmates, a family he was familiar with and had known since Yachiru was in pre-school. He didn’t mind her staying over the night.

“Yachiru, don’t forget to give your books back to the library.” Zaraki told her as he helped her get ready for school.

“’kay Kenny!” She responded happily, as she had her lunchbox and backpack already ready. He saw her head out the door and run down the street to her friend, holding their hand as they walked to school.

Zaraki closed the door and immediately noticed the two books Yachiru forgot to pack. It would be stupid to go after her and give her the books, he might as well drop it off for her and chide her later for it.

He didn’t have much planned for today anyways. Yachiru being gone and having the day off meant he could relax and shoot the shit. A stop by the library wasn’t going to change that.

As he made his way to the library, he initially decided to shove the books into the drop-off slot, but… he wanted to see if you were around. He only saw you in the afternoon with other kids and parents around, would morning you be different?

So he made his way into the library. It was too quiet for his liking, given the fact that children were now in school. It was uncomfortable for him to be in such a quiet place.

“Ah Mr. Kenpachi! What a pleasant surprise.” You greeted him. You were pushing a trolley of books to be placed back on shelves. “What brings you here this morning?”

“Was just droppin’ off Yachiru’s books.” He grumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “Didn’t want to pay for the fees.”

“Oh we don’t charge late fees anymore.” You laughed. “We changed the policy a while back. But anyways, you can put them in the drop off box. My colleague will handle it.”

“Sure…” but Kenpachi didn’t want to leave just yet. “Mind if I hang around for a bit?”

“Why of course not, it’s the library!” You giggled, “you know we have movies you can borrow too, right?”

“I don’t really watch movies.” Zaraki grumbled.

“No way,” you gasped. “You don’t have at least one favourite movie?” You questioned him.

“Don’t really have the time for it.” Zaraki remarked, shrugging his shoulders, “I prefer to experience the action myself.” Which earned a fit of laughter from you.

“Ok, Mr. Superstar – I’m almost done with these, but I’m taking you to the movie corner.” You said, a determined look in your eye, “and we’re picking out a movie for you!”

It didn’t take long for you to finish shelving the books and you immediately made a beeline to the movie corner. Zaraki stood aimlessly in the room, unsure of what he was looking for.

“Did you see anything you like?” You asked, as he skimmed the back cover of a DVD.

“Not really – I don’t even own a DVD player.” Zaraki said. “You don’t gotta waste your time with me.” He bellowed, “you should get back to work.”

You stood in front of him, arms crossed, as you sized him up. “Nope. No can do – books are one thing, but I’m here to help you find a movie.” Zaraki smirked at your bravery, most people didn’t even think twice about saying ‘no’ to him.

“Fine, suit yerself girly. Pick me something.” As he leaned against the wall. He watched you in amusement going through the stacks of DVDs.

“Voilà!” You shouted, pulling out a DVD. “This one for sure. I think you’ll like it.” As you handed him the cover.

“Seven Samurai, huh. I’ve heard of this.” Zaraki murmured as he quickly skimmed the back cover.

“Excellent.” You beamed, “pick a time where you’re free and I can bring my DVD player to your place.”

“Eh, that’s not necessary.” Zaraki muttered, not comfortable with being fussed over like this. “I’m free tonight since Yachiru’s going to a sleepover.”

Without missing a beat, you blurted out “then come over to my place after the program tonight!” Zaraki raised an eyebrow to you.

“Yah sure about that?”

You nodded your head vigorously. “Definitely – I have popcorn, but if you have other snacks you want to bring, feel free.” You eagerly said.

“I’ll bring dinner.” Zaraki said, amused at how eager and excited you looked. He couldn’t help but think how cute you were with the determined look on your face, and the excitement in your eyes. “It’ll be a date.” He said, without a second thought.

“Yes, a date! I’m looking forward to it.” Zaraki’s eyes widened, you didn’t disagree with what he said? He gave you a gentle pat on the head, then handed you the DVD.

“Keep this for me and I’ll pick you up later.” Zaraki grinned. The two of you were making your way back to the entrance of the library, when it dawned on you that you agreed to a date. You cheeks felt hot, realizing what was happening.

“I’m lookin’ forward to tonight.” Zaraki said, an unsually shy look in his face.

“Me too!” You stammered. The two of you stood awkwardly.

“I trust yer choice. And even if the movie sucks shit –”

“It doesn’t suck shit!” You yelled, then immediately covering your mouth as the library patrons shushed you.

Zaraki let out a bellowing laugh, making you smile, “what I was tryin’ to say – if it sucks shit, I’m sure you have other movies I’d like. I trust yer taste.”

You smiled at his words, your heart fluttering from his praise. You stood on the tips of your toes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “And if not, we can do other things.” You said, suggestively, earning a menacing grin from Zaraki.

Thank you for reading!! And happy Valentine's Day!!

Credits: The floral banners/separators are from @animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

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brittscafe · 5 months ago

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𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Pairing: Shuhei and Shinji x fem! reader (separately)

Summary: Reader is afraid to sleep with Shuhei/ Shinji and they comfort you.

Request: Britt can i ask for the same setting with one of the fics you wrote with Ichigo where reader is afraid to sleep with him because of past experiences with Shinji and Shuhei? P.s.: lots of love, i love your writing a lot

A/n: Hiii, of course! Aww thank youuu! I hope you enjoy this piece <3 Mwuah <3

Content: Angst, past sexual trauma, fluffy angst.

Shinji: You're sitting on Shinji's lap, hips rocking back and forth, grinding on him. He's got his large hand around your throat, having a firm grip on you.

His lips are pressed against your neck, lips sucking on your senistive skin as you moan softly. His other hand is on your waist as your arms are wrapped around his neck.

You close your eyes for a moment and you get lost in the past. You gasp a little, trying to get out of your own nightmare. Remembering all the yelling and belittling.

"Y/n?" Shinji calls out and you open your eyes. You blink harshly, coming back to reality and you climb off of Shinji. You grab onto a pillow and squeeze it tightly.

"Sorry," you mumble out.

"Hey, y/n...I lost you there for a second. Is something wrong?" he asks with a soft voice that pulls you in.

"Um..." your voice trails off, tearing your eyes away from Shinji. He cups your cheek and turns your face towards him. He brushes your skin with his thumb, tilting his head as his eyes glisten.

"Come on...tell me," Shinji urges you, pressing his fingers to your side to tickle you. Your body jolts and you chuckle, pulling away from him and sniffling.

"Ok...well. It's kind of embarrassing, but I'm honestly am really afraid to have sex," you admit and Shinji's jaw drops open.

"With me? Please, you have nothing to worry about. I will make sure you finish everytime," Shinji tries to reassure you and you shake your head.

"While that's nice, Shinji, I don't mean I'm worried about that. I'm worried about how I'm gonna make you feel. I'm worried if you're even gonna like it," you inhale through your gritted teeth.

Shinji chuckles and furrows his eyebrows with confusion. There's no way you think that he won't like it. He's been dreaming about it for weeks.

"Wow, that's insane to say, y/n or even think. I know that you are going to make me feel very good and I don't doubt it. I cannot wait for the day that you do make me feel good, but there is nothing that I want more than for you to be ready. Let's go at your pace," Shinji offers and your eyes light up.

For Shinji to say all of this is so nice and welcoming. He is nothing like your past and you are so grateful for that.

A smile spreads across your face and you throw your arms around Shinji. He chuckles and hugs you back, treasuring you in his arms.

"Thanks, Shinji. That made me feel better. It's really nice of you to go at my pace," you say.

"Just don't let anyone else know how nice I am," he teases you, squeezing you tightly.

He is never going to let you go.

Shuhei: Shuhei is on top of you, lips melting and smacking together almost violently. His hands are wandering all over your body, at first it feels really good and makes you want more.

Then your mind flashes back to your past, being ridiculed about your performance. You can't help the tears that form in your eyes as Shuhei pulls away from you, breathless.

Your eyes are watery as Shuhei gazes at your puffy face. He pulls away from your face and his eyes widen.

"Oh, y/n. What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Shuhei asks, worry flooding into his eyes as he climbs off of you. He sits beside you as tears stream down your face.

"I'm just really scared," you sob out and Shuhei's eyebrows furrow as he inches closer to you. He moves slowly and carefully to not frighten you.

"Scared of what, baby?" he asks, placing a hand on your arm and rubbing it gently. You wipe away your tears and glance into his kind eyes.

Shuhei's face is a bit blurry from the tears scattered in your eyes, but you can still make him out. His face of sympathy and kindness.

"I'm scared to have sex. I know it's dumb or whatever, but it's because of my past. I know that I shouldn't really bring up my past problems because I'm trying to move on, but...it's really hard to," you speak with trembling lips.

Shuhei's lips slightly part open as he studies your face. He can see the pain behind your eyes and how you look so defeated. He hates to see you like this, it just breaks his heart.

Shuhei smiles softly at you, taking him into his arms and snuggling you.

"I don't care about your past, y/n. I'm not like that at all, I promise. You can take all the time you need to. I'm not going to rush anything or force you to do something you don't want to."

Your body fills with relief and Shuhei presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Thank you," you whisper out. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you onto his chest.

"Ok, now let's watch a movie," Shuhei comments as you rest your head on his chest.

#bleach #bleach anime #shinji hirako #shuhei hisagi #bleachanime #bleach imagines #bleach headcanons #bleach x reader #bleach x you #bleach x y/n #hisagi shuhei #shinji x reader #bleach shinji hirako #shuhei hisagi x reader #bleach shuhei #hisagi shuhei x reader

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veilsofroses · 2 months ago

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can i please ask a NSFW scenario of fem!reader and Shuhei in a mission together and it starts to rain, so they hide in a cave and try to stay warm, which leads to removing their clothes and more 🙏

i hope this is good have a nice day!

Shuhei Hisagi x f!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI 18+, NSFW, smut, language, teasing, nipple play, edging, penetration, no protection, creampie, pathetic hisagi author’s note: hisagi fan club!!!!! this was so fun to write and honestly a little self indulgent. love our emo king word count: 2.1k

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“It’s no use.” The rain grew heavier and louder by the second. You cover your eyes with your arm, but the constant rain makes everything harder to see. You grunt in frustration.

“We have to find cover. Low visibility could cost us so it’d be better to wait it out,” Hisagi looks up at the sky, the clouds continuing to roll in with no sign of stopping.

You growl, you want to argue but you know he’s right. You couldn’t afford to have your senses dwindled by the heavy rainfall otherwise you could blow your cover.

Rain water dripping from the tree leaves above quickly begins to soak your body, your hair and clothes falling flat and heavy. Shit.

“Y/n,” Hisagi caught your attention and pointed towards a mound of rocks at the bottom of the nearby mountain in the distance. You move and he follows closely behind. The hard rainfall is turning the ground into mud rapidly and by the time you reach the rocks, you were nearly slipping every three steps.

“Over here!” Hisagi yelled over the rain, the pile of rocks forming an opening. Shelter. You move to take a step but your boot slides in the mud, your backing making aim for the ground. Hisagi moves, gripping your arm and catching you against his chest.

“Be careful; I got you,” he says a little too close to your ear. You straighten up, pushing off him. “I-I know,” you stutter, embarrassed. His face is serious, but he looks away when he reaches out his hand. “Come on, we gotta hurry before the rain gets worse.”

You hesitate, making him look at you again. He tilts his head in a 'c’mon, don’t be stubborn' kind of way and you reluctantly take his hand, secretly grateful for the stability as you both hurry for the cave.

You both practically throw yourselves inside once you reach it, breathing heavily, dragging in mud and water. You start to pace once you catch your breath, “Fuck! This is just great.”

“I know,” Hisagi says quietly, walking deeper into the cave, towards the wall, and leaning up against it.

Cold, wet hair sticks to your face, only serving to further annoy you. You kick off your muddy boots. A breeze starts to drift through the cave entrance making you shiver in your wet clothes.

Hisagi looks outside, eyebrows furrowed, “Looks like we’re gonna be here a while.”

You don’t reply, going to the opposite wall and sliding down to sit. You hug yourself, trying to hide your shiver.

Hisagi looks over at you, “Are you okay?” His concerned tone pisses you off, “I’m fine.” He runs his hand through his hair at your dismissive tone, trying not to show his frustration.

Despite it, after a moment, he pushes off the wall and walks towards you, sitting down beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“I said I’m-“ you start to argue, your face heating against your will. “You’re shivering. Just let me help you,” he looks away from you and you catch what looks to be a slight tint on his cheeks. You bite your tongue and comply.

However, it soon becomes apparent his added warmth wasn’t enough. Your teeth audibly chatter, your wet clothes refusing to dry. Even Hisagi had started to shiver. The sun was going down, it was getting colder by the minute, and with the heavy rainfall, there was no possibility of finding wood dry enough to start a fire.

Before you knew it, the both of you were wrapped in each other’s arms on the cave floor out of desperation for warmth. But it still wasn’t enough.

“H-Hisagi..” you say through chattering teeth. “I know,” he holds you tighter, wracking his brain for an idea.

The air around you suddenly grows tense. “Y-Y/n.. please don’t take this the wrong way, I promise I’m not a pervert...” You couldn’t tell if his shaky voice was from the cold or nervousness, but you already knew what he was going to suggest because you had thought about it too.

A long, awkward moment passes, either him building up the courage or praying you would be the one to suggest it. You decide to answer his prayer, “…It’s only for survival. I don’t plan on dying of hypothermia any time soon.”

“Yes, yes, right, only for survival,” you would’ve laughed at his flustered response if it wasn’t because your heart was beating out of your chest at the idea. You could feel his too.

Neither of you moved to be the first to start. Frankly, it was hard for you to move at all right now. He seemed to have noticed because he pulled away just enough to peel off his still-soaked shirt, letting out a shiver at his exposed skin. Next his pants.

You both avoid eye contact fiercely, looking everywhere but each other. You slowly lifted your shaking arms and he got the message to help you.

This was probably the most embarrassing thing you had ever done and you had no idea how you were going to look him in the eye after this. If it wasn’t because your skin was ice cold, your entire body would be on fire right now.

The cold hit your bare chest and waist, your shivering picking up. You quickly strip your pants, refusing to let him do that one. For a moment, you both lay there naked, freezing and embarrassed out of your minds.

The survival instinct part of your brains must have kicked in because he suddenly pulled you against him and you gripped him like your life depends on it. Well, it kinda does.

His skin felt like ice against yours, his shivering matching yours, but you could feel it. The natural warmth of your bodies ever-so-slowly starting to radiate. Your shivering didn’t stop but it gradually slowed.

You lay on your sides, Hisagi’s chin on top of your head, his eyes squeezed shut. So different from the responsible and serious lieutenant you knew. Your face was against his chest and you could hear his heartbeat clearly. It seemed he was even more nervous than you.

You lay there in silence, trying to gain your heat back. Something started to.. poke your stomach. You were a bit delirious so you didn’t make the connection at first but soon the realization crashes down on you, sobering you right up.

“I’m sorry,” Hisagi whispered. He sounded horrified but neither of you could pull away.

You don’t know what made you do it, it must’ve been your confused state, but you shifted, feigning innocence as you adjusted your position slightly, making his tip rub against your stomach. You felt his body shiver, this time not from the cold. He grips you tighter. You move again.

“Y/n..” he groans out, his voice cracking. Your stomach turns hearing your name spill out of his mouth in such a manner. You move again and he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, his tip becoming slippery as a warm fluid drags against your stomach.

You pull your arm in from having it around his back and drop your hand down, taking his full hardness in your hand.

He gasps, his hand grips your hair when he squeezes you, “Y-Y/n..” He says it like it’s the only word he knows and that heats something deep within you.

You begin stroking his shaft, slowly. You feel him straining against you. You slide your thumb over his slippery tip and he jerks, a guttural groan escaping his lips. You speed up, pumping his cock against your stomach.

“Fuck,” his voice fails like he got the wind knocked out of him. You pump him again and he finally pulls his head away. You stop and he looks at you, his face devastated and bright red. Your face must look exactly the same because he scans it up and down.

Without thinking, he grabs your face and smashes his lips into yours with such intensity you let go of him but he catches your hand and guides it back on, pumping himself with it. You moan into his mouth and he takes the opportunity to let his tongue in.

His tongue explores your mouth while you stroke him, your own wetness starting to drip down your leg.

His hand moves from your face to your neck, then down to your tits. He cups it in his hand, squeezing it just enough. “Hisagi,” you murmur weakly into his mouth. His dick twitches in your hand at the sound of his name. He runs his thumb over your peaked nipple, taking it between his thumb and forefinger and pinching. Your back arches, pushing you against him.

Wet, sloppy sounds echo through the cave. He starts to buck his hips into your hand, his kiss and hand on your breast losing strength. He throws his head back, grinding his teeth, failing at suppressing his moans. He’s getting close, so you stop.

He brings his head forward in a frustrated half cry. But you don’t wait very long, lifting your leg over his waist and pressing his wet tip against your slick folds.

He loudly shudders, pushing his tattooed face into the crook of your neck. You move your hips, rubbing his tip against your slit, your moans bouncing off the cave walls. “Stop teasing, please,” he pleads, his voice sounding on the verge of tears.

“I’m not teasing, you just won’t man up,” you softly taunt him. And he takes the bait. He stills, his head lifting from your neck, his gaze dark and lustful, completely different than before. Something snaps. He reaches down, ripping your hand from his cock, and pushing you completely on your back, caging you underneath him.

“Hisagi-“ Before you can even get a word out, he lines his tip with your soaked entrance and slams down, filling you with his full length in one thrust. You scream out, the sound echoing back to you from the depths of the cave.

You wrap your legs around him, causing him to go deeper. He pulls back up only to slam right back down with the same force. His thrusts take speed, hard and deep, the sounds of slapping skin filling the space. With each thrust, your eyes roll further into the back of your head.

Your hands find his back, digging and scratching your nails. The pain makes him groan, his thrusts becoming harder. Your back arches, pathetic cries escape your mouth. “God, how you sound..” he grinds out through his teeth. Every sound you make drives him mad, bringing him closer to his release. You’re not far behind.

His thrusts grow uncalculated and desperate, “Fuck, I-I’m… Can I-” His voice cracking every other word. You know what he’s asking. “Please, please Hisagi,” you beg unabashedly. Your begging breaks any last resolve he still had.

His already desperate strokes somehow get faster, unrelenting, drilling your aching hole. You tighten your legs around his waist as your climax approaches, his thick cock hitting the deepest parts of your cunt, pushing you over the edge.

You scream out in pure ecstasy. Your walls clench around his girth as you orgasm and that was enough. He throws his head back, losing myself completely, releasing a loud, broken moan, as thick, hot liquid spills into your pussy.

He collapses on top of you, his cock twitching as it spurts the last drops of his cum. Heavy, labored breaths are heard throughout the cave.

After a moment, he gathers the strength to lift himself up and pulls his swollen cock out of you. You whimper as he slides it out, his seed dripping out of you. He tries and fails to look away; the sight is enough to get him excited all over again.

You slam your legs shut, glaring, and he lifts his hands in surrender with a nervous laugh. He lays back down beside you. He wipes his forehead and in that action, you realize sweat has formed all along your body. Your body feels like it’s being boiled.

You chuckle to yourself, and Hisagi catches what you realize. “Guess we accomplished our goal,” he breathes out. You put your hand on his. His wide eyes watch you in his peripheral but he shakes his head and smiles, looking up at the cave ceiling.

You both lay there, hand in hand, basking in each other’s silence.

Too much silence.

You turn your head towards the entrance of the cave only to realize the rain had stopped. Moonlight partially shines into the cave, leftover water droplets dripping from the entrance periodically.

“We should probably-“ Hisagi started.

“Later.” You cut him off, turning towards him, curling up against him as the nighttime chill began to reach you again. He shakes his head but wraps his strong arms around you, holding you tight. You’ll deal with the consequences later.

#bleach #bleach x reader #bleach smut #shuhei hisagi #hisagi #shuhei x reader #hisagi shuhei x reader #drabble #fanfic #one shot #x reader #smut

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whitefoxfiction · 1 month ago

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Okay! Headcanons (don't mind me being mildly tipsy lol)!

Who would build Lego with reader? Urahara? Kira? Hisagi?

Thanks for the request! This is my first time writing headcanons specifically in this format. This turned to be more like what would they do if they found you drinking and building with Legos. I included Ukitake and Grimmjow as a bonus. I hope you like it!

Reader has gotten their hands on both some quality booze and an interesting toy from the Wolrd of the Living. They have made the bold move to dump said Legos out, spread out the instructions, and attempt to build their new project while bordering on being drunk. How will their friend/ S.O. react??

SFW, Rated T for teen, allusions to smut, nothing actually explict, fluffy bits, drinking, swearing. gn!reader Kisuke Urahara, Shūhei HIsagi, Jūshirō Ukitake, Izuru Kira, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Kisuke Urahara

When Kisuke sees you all hunched over with your tongue poking out of your mouth in concentration, his first thought will be to wonder what the hell sort of contraption you are building at 11 pm. That becomes apparent within a matter of seconds as he silently watches you drink your booze from the bottle while you play with a children’s toy as he lurks in the doorway. With no one else there to see, the corners of his mouth will turn up into a little smile of genuine affection. He does briefly wonder why you have chosen his dining table for your drunken Lego building, however. Then, he decides it doesn’t matter.

Why doesn’t it matter? Because he knows you are drunk, oblivious to his presence, and the look of concentration on your face is too cute to ignore. And, how can he possibly resist the urge to scare the crap out of you like the troll he is? If your ‘drunk concentration face’ looks cute, then he’s sure that your flustered, ‘post-jump scare face’ will look downright sexy.

As the former head of the Onmitsukidō Detention Unit, it’s absolute child’s play for him to sneak up right behind you with you none the wiser, at least until he makes his presence known by leaning over your shoulder.

“Good evening, ______-ちゃん~!” He’ll give you The Grin. You know the one. It’s the grin that manages to be a perfect mix of a shit-eating smirk and a little smile of complete innocence. Your less inhibited state means it’s guaranteed to ruffle your feathers just as much as being startled does.

If he’s feeling generous, he might not even dodge the sloppy, startled swing you take at him. It’s not like you’ll really hurt him anyway, but he’ll hold his nose and pout about how mean you are to him before happily sitting down next to you on the tatami.

Kisuke will watch you struggle with the tiny pieces while looking over the directions. If it’s a set with moving parts, he’s already figured out 5 ways to improve the design without requiring a single extra piece before you realize he’s stolen the instructions. Then, he will commence pouring you more drinks and teasing you with “helpful advice” (while never actually helping) until you’re an irritated, plastered mess.

He’ll somehow still manage to charm you into abandoning your Lego project in favor of letting him carry you off to bed. His bed since you are obviously too drunk to go anywhere else.

This outcome is inevitable. He already had 20 contingincy plans to get you right where he wanted you before he even walked into the room.

Shūhei Hisagi

Shūhei‘s interest in your Lego building project will vary depending on what you are putting together. Star War Legos? Probably not. A giant Lego guitar or a Lego motorbike? Now you’ve caught his interest.

His interest in the quality of your alcohol, however, will be immediate, and he will be more than happy to partake as long as he is off duty (and it isn’t a deadline week for the Seireitei Bulletin).

If you’re just friends with Shūhei, he will likely hang out and happily drink your booze with you. (Don’t worry, he’ll return the favor, even though he’ll have to go into more debt with Urahara to get the good stuff.) This may or may not involve you being serenaded in some fashion before you both pass out.

If Shūhei is your s/o, he will not only drink your booze with you—and you probably invited him to, lets be honest—but he will also offer to help in some way or other. Perhaps it’s by holding what you’ve built still so it doesn’t run away from you when you try to snap on the next damnably tiny piece or by trying to decipher the instructions. Or, maybe he’ll just pour your drinks and offer to rub your shoulders while he watches you work.

He will certainly get up and make you both snacks. Shūhei is handy enough in the kitchen that whipping up a little something is no sweat, even if he’s already hammered. In fact, he’ll probably insist, bless his poor little cinnamon roll heart. (Think what you want about Matsumoto, but you can’t deny that she has the boy well-trained.)

As Shūhei‘s s/o you will definitely be getting serenaded once he’s good and toasted. The upside to being his s/o in this situation is that it is very easy to get him to stop without hurting his feelings. You just have to kiss him senseless and give him something else to occupy his hands.

And that is where your Lego building comes to a halt. If you haven’t finished the set by this point, that will be waiting until morning.

Jūshirō Ukitake

Jūshirō is always interested in whatever it is that you are doing. If he’s feeling well enough and not pressed with important deadlines, he will sit down beside you, tea in hand.

Of course, he’ll scold you a little when he realizes you are drunk, but it’s a very half-hearted sort of scolding. “______-chan! How much have you had to drink? It’s not good for you to drink so much, and all alone!” … “Shunsui came by earlier? Ah, well… I suppose that explains some things.” Under his breath, he will mutter something about having to “have a talk with Shunsui later.”

It doesn’t take much to distract him from his gentle lecture. You just have to smile at him sweetly, lean your head against his shoulder, and thank him for looking after you so well. He’ll clear his throat and take a drink of his tea to hide the color in his cheeks.

If you talk him through what you are trying to accomplish, Jūshirō’s inner child will come to the surface in no time. He’ll look over your shoulder at the directions, and if you haven’t done so already, he will offer to sort all the pieces by color for you.

Jūshirō gets this adorable, boyish grin on his face any time he has the good fortune to indugle in childish things, a grin that is often present when you buy him his favorite sweets. He will certainly enjoy his time with you, but if you have the bonsai tree legos, you should probably just focus on drinking because...

Jūshirō is going to steal your toy from you. He may or may not follow the instructions. “I’m sure they’ve printed this incorrectly. This branch should surely go here.” or “This would look so much better if we just trimmed it down by a couple of bricks. There! That’s lovely!” His bonsai pruning skills (or lack thereof) will be put to use. You just don’t have the heart to tell him no.

But, that’s ok because the best part of the whole experince is watching Jūshirō when he goes into ‘second childhood’ mode. It’s the cutest thing ever, and never fails to make your heart do little flips in your chest. The pleasantly warm and fuzzy feeling from the alcohol only adds to the attraction, and Jūshirō might well find you drapped over his shoulders like his Captain’s haori long before that Lego set is completely constructed.

This leads to more adorable blushing on Jūshirō’s part, which eventually leads to playtime that has nothing to do with Legos.

Izuru Kira

The serious and often gloomy Izuru doesn’t have much use for children’s toys from the World of the Living, but like his friend Hisagi-san, the alcohol will probably catch his attention, especially given what he has been dealing with the last few months.

If he isn’t on duty early the next morning and he’s not too covered up with paperwork, you can probably convince him to have a few rounds with you. If you have managed to gain his trust enough to be his s/o, then he will look back and forth between you, the bottle, you, the door, you…

If he has obligations the next day, he will feel guilty, but he will also trust you to understand and will try to excuse himself, promising to spend time with you as soon as he off duty, for dinner perhaps. “Ah, I’m so sorry ______-さん. Requisition reports are— Ah! _____, wh-what are you—?! W-wait! The door is wide o— Mmphf!!”

Izuru works far too hard, and you have no trouble taking it upon yourself to be sure that he doesn’t work himself into a bed at the 4th Division’s Coordinated Relief Station. It is criminally easy to get Izuru flustered, even without the aid of alcohol, so your drunken affections will have him ushering you back to whatever spot you’ve chosen for your building project in short order. Anything to get the door shut and make you stop trying to kiss him in plain view of the street.

Getting Izuru truly interested in the Legos might take some effort, but wheedling him into staying with you will be a fairly easy task. Suggesting that you will just have to drink the entire bottle so it doesn’t go to waste (which you might really do) should be enough to bring out his protective side. After all, he can’t have his s/o getting hurt because they got completely wasted and he left them unattended.

Izuru will tell himself that he’s only staying to make sure you don’t get yourself into any trouble since you are already too far gone to talk sense into. He’ll tell himself that, but let’s face it, if the saké is sitting in plain view, he’s gonna cave and have just one cup. Okay. Maaaybe two.

After his third or fourth cup, Izuru is sitting shoulder to shoulder with you helping you put together that Lego set. Izuru is, unfortunately, a bit of a lightweight compared to you when it comes to his alcohol tolerance, so he is almost as uncoordinated as you are by this point. It’s the perfect time to turn your current activity into a drinking game! Put a piece on wrong? Take a drink. Fail to get a piece taken on or off in three tries? Take a drink!

It turns out that Izuru is woefully bad at this game. He also gets over heated quite easily when he drinks. Somewhere between cups six and eight, he will start stripping out of his shihakushō. By the eight to ten cup mark, he is laid out on your floor in nothing but his fundoshi, his face flushed from the alcohol (and from your merciless teasing.) The Legos have been completely forgotten by this point.

You have hidden what’s left of the alcohol since you don’t want to end up holding his bangs back while he pukes (again.) You aren’t enough of a jerk to totally take advantage of Izuru when he’s this drunk. You’re even nice enough to help him stumble off to bed (your bed) for some drunken snuggles, and when he wakes up in morning with a horrible hangover, you’ll know just how to help him get rid of that awful headache.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

As you squint at the instructions trying to make the words hold still, you’ll be rudely interrupted by a voice from behind. “Oi! The fuck is that?”

He’ll huff at you, arms crossed over his chest as you grin up at him and give a rambling explanation of what Legos are and why you wanted them and how fun it is even though you were just swearing because you can’t pry apart two tiny pieces you put together by mistake.

“Wait a damn… why’re you drunk? No, I’m not helping you, not until you tell me where you got the booze!” He’ll growl and grumble and threaten a few people—“Kurosaki get those for you? No? Ha! It musta been pervy hat! Yeah, well I’ll take care of that bastard as soon as I take care of you” He’ll leer at you in a totally lascivious way—then totally deny that he’s jealous after you manage to tell him it was Nel that brought things back for you.

He’ll scoff about ’stupid human toys’ to shift the focus away from being called out on his jealousy and adamantly refuse to help you. “Heh. No fuckin’ way. I don’t build shit, I break it!” Eventually he’ll give in to to your cleverly calculated pouting, carefully prying apart your misplaced Lego bricks. He will also confiscate your booze “for your own good dammit.”

Grimmjow may or may not drink said booze, depending on what it is and how much is left, but one thing is certain; you’re damn sure not getting any more.

If he’s particularly bored, he will be an absolute ass about making sure you can’t concentrate on those Legos for shit. If he didn’t drink your booze, he will probably taunt you with the bottle at some point, until you are in a hopeless game of keep-away-way where Grimmjow’s objective is getting you so riled up that you try to climb him like a tree to reach the bottle. (If he did drink the booze, he’ll steal the directions instead.)

This never ends with you getting back whatever he is holding hostage. It usually ends with you tossed over his shoulder and carried off to bed… if you make it that far.

He thinks he’s won, but this was actually your plan all along.

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katsuma6 · 2 months ago

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Helloooooo there! I was wondering if you could do a Bleach SMAU where men (everyone you like but I'd love also Kensei Muguruma and Shuhei Hisagi) are asking their s/o to reach them asap because they're missing her like never before ♡

Thank you a lot!!

I'll do the bigger version of this soon, but for now just these two bc I love them ❤

When Shuhei and Kensei miss you.

#anime #bleach #bleach tybw #bleach manga #bleach fanfiction #hisagi shuhei x reader #shuhei hisagi #kensei x reader #kensei muguruma #bleachcharacters #bleach anime #bleach fandom

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imaginingbleach · 10 months ago

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So, I just sent an ask about Shuhei and and injured s/o, and I'm afraid I might have been insensitive since you just had surgery. Sorry. So if you'd rather do something less grim, how about a Shuhei one of him as a dad? How he deals with his kids from when they're born to when they're young adults :) again, if you're up to it :)

:sob:

i'm mso sorry i disappeared and never replied this

you were so sweet about everything too

Shuhei Hisagi

Would you believe me if I said he was a complete cry baby over his children?

He's so happy to be a dad that he's literally crying the first time he gets to hold them...

And it happens every time if he has multiple children

Doesn't like punishing his children, so will try to raise them to do right in the first place...

Will punish them if he has to but will crawl to his s/o to whine about it

He hates seeing their little faces so heart broken or angry

This man will cry over every major life accomplishment his children go through (and probably some minor ones).

The first time he's called Dad is the worst, but it doesn't make it easier with each child.

If they show interest in being a soul reaper when they grow up, he's conflicted.

He doesn't want them to be in any danger, but he knows that there's the likelihood they might be stronger than the average soul.

He would only train with them if they showed interest on their own.

He would definitely make sure they knew how to take care of themselves, but also remind them that teamwork is important.

He wants to be a stay at home dad... He knows that isn't going to happen but he wishes he could do it.

He treats all his children the same regardless of sex/gender.

Would definitely be a supportive parent if any of his kids were LGBT. It would take him a bit to adjust but...

You can bet your ass he'll yell at anyone who misgenders his kid.

He would likely be one of the people organizing a seminar or something to teach other soul reapers about sexual, romantic, and gender identities.

It doesn't matter what kind of day he's had... The second he sees his kids he's all smiles.

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seneon · 6 months ago

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🎱 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ send me a character + an au or trope and i will write a drabble about how they kiss you. ( suggestive )

ROCKSTAR¡SHUHEI HISAGI .𖥔 ݁ ִֶ𓉸 @luvlyycy

concert break kisses. shuhei sees you in the crowd, stars in your eyes as you watched the band performed. he so badly wanted to go to you but for the sake of performing he couldn't. so when it was time for a short break in the middle of the concert, he ran backstage where he found you waiting with a few guards, his vip ass hanging around your neck.

shuhei brings you into his waiting room and locked the door. "hey. saw you in the crowd, looking all cute and pretty," he presses a kiss on your forehead before you let out a giggle. "and you yourself look mighty alluring and extremely sexy."

the rockstar chuckles, pushing you against the door before he kisses your lips. all done in such gentleness that it makes your stomach swirl with the graceful touches of your rockstar boyfriend. eventually, his kisses grew bolder. usually, he's such a sweet and shy man who hesitates to indulge any further than just mere chaste kisses.

but seeing you here at his band's concert looking up to him with such an excited look, he couldn't help but to express his appreciation. your arms are wrapped around his neck, his hands rested on your waist as they moved around to feel every inch of you and your curves which he loves so much.

"love you baby. thanks for coming, really," shuhei said, his lips curving upwards into a smile as he gazes down at you with hearts in his eyes. "you got me all excited." when he checked his watch, he has seven minutes left before he goes back onstage to resume the other half of the concert.

"seven minutes is more than enough to please my girl." you flushed red at his words before you felt his hands lowering themselves onto your thighs and on to your inner thighs. "we'll make use of the seven minutes yeah?"

note. JDHDHSJAJJS ROCKSTAR SHUHEI IS SO MMMM

#♱⃬ ͏⠆dark entries #hisagi shuhei #shuhei hisagi #bleach #bleach shuhei #﹙👻 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ cc﹚#hisagi shuhei x reader

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satsugacafe · 12 days ago

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How about Bleach men reacting to getting motorboated?

Not them having their own face in someone's chest, but their partner shoving their face into their man's chest? Especially Shunsui and Kisuke, as their tits are out at all times(I just want to go brrrrrrr)

Thank you! You're amazing! ❤️

A/N: Your ask reminds me of TYBW when Kisuke and Shunsui were subconsciously revealing more of their chest as the episodes went by. They were serving us 🤤.

Laughs and goes along with it — They’d find it amusing and wouldn’t mind indulging you, either letting you do your thing or some might even pushing your face in deeper just to mess with you. Might tease you about it afterward.

— Shunsui, Jushiro, Kisuke, Shinji, Zaraki, Askin, Bazz-B, Grimmjow, Starrk

Mildly confused but unbothered — They’d blink in surprise, few might mutter a confused “what the hell?” but wouldn’t push you away. They might shake their head at you afterward but won’t make a big deal out of it.

— Aizen, Gin, Renji, Hisagi, Kira, Ichigo

Immediately suspicious and slightly annoyed — Their first instinct would be, Why? They wouldn’t react aggressively, but they’d fix you with an unimpressed stare and probably tell you to stop with varying degrees of irritation. Which ruins the fun 🥲

— Ryuken, Toshiro (Adult), Byakuya, Jugram, Yhwach, Uryu, Ulquiorra

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muzansfangs · 1 year ago

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Bloodstain.

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

Format: multi-chapers story;

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

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

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

MASTERLIST | PROLOGUE | TO THE NEXT CHAPTER

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟’𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐧.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was the antonym of healthy, actually.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was there, a palm away from you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

AUTHOR NOTE.

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

Love, Luce ✨

TAGS: @pseudowho @stygianoir @onyxino @sashi-ya

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thanquan · 4 months ago

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Night stroll and cigarettes (part 1)

Warnings: mentioned of cigarettes, perhaps OOC, Shuuhei is virgin-coded and Quan being himself.

Perhaps a simple stroll at midnight had turned to be way more unexpecting for Shuhei.

Not that he minded. Actually, it was the other way around...

Dark. As dark as the pit of an ink bottle being turned upside down.

Perhaps the world was actually in reverse, or maybe it's just him.

It was already midnight, and the Seireitei was drowning in a deafening silence. The moon hung high in the sky - almost too cold, almost too careless for something usually was the subject of love and confession, its pale light casting long shadows across the pristine white walls that eventually dripped down like melting ice-cream cones on a sunny day. Shuhei walked alone with his hands shoved deep into his pockets as his thoughts swirled. He's not on patrolling, of course; lieutenants and captains were off from that duty, just willingly strolled around the Seireitei on his own will. He wasn’t sure why he was restless tonight - an odd feeling of unease had been hanging over him for days recently. Maybe it was the pressure of balancing his duties as the Lieutenant of the Ninth Division, or maybe it was just one of those nights where peace felt too fragile to hold on for comfort.

When he rounded a corner, suddenly, the faint sound of footsteps catching his attention before a smooth, calm voice broke the silence.

“Lieutenant Hisagi."

A familiar voice.

"Out for a stroll?”

Shuhei froze, yet it didn't last long - only for half a second before turning to the speaker's direction. Here he was, Truong Quan, but Shuhei only called him Quan - only Quan as everyone called him, and as he usually introduced himself - stood a few paces away, his refined features hidden in the soft shadow as he stood at the border of where moonlight didn't shine to. The Lieutenant of Division 1 was the very picture of composure: his jet-black hair was slicked back just enough to a pristine level, and his uniform was immaculate, as though he had just stepped out of a meeting. Almost formal in a sense, yet somehow, Shuhei felt like it's also fitted just for a casual stroll like this. Quan's weapon rested behind his back - a Naginata of choice, and his golden eyes - the exact shade of precious gold that men would die for in the name of wealth, carried a quiet intensity that made Shuhei’s throat tighten.

Bewitching, he thought.

Something to die for.

“Lieutenant Quan,” Shuhei said, his voice coming out quieter than he intended. “I… didn’t expect to see you out here.”

“Neither did I, Lieutenant Hisagi.” Quan replied, the corner of his lips rising into a faint smile. “But still, we met, didn't we?”

Shuhei wasn’t sure what to say to that. Quan had always had this way of speaking - smooth, polite, feeling like everything he said was both a simple, even joking, dare he said, and a carefully considered statement before it left his mouth. It made him so hard to read, and Shuhei couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious in his presence. Quan wasn’t just a Lieutenant; he was the Lieutenant of Division 1, the right-hand man to the Captain-Commander himself. Any Shinigami in Division 1 was a golden example of how proper, and powerful a Shinigami should be, not to mention being the Lieutenant of the division itself. Some could even say that the golden-eyed man was not far from a captain himself, and in a foolish part of his brain, Shuhei couldn't help but to agree to those impudent rumors.

Afterall, in all honesty, Quan was impossible to ignore, in both good and bad ways.

“I guess." Shuhei mumbled, his gaze shifting to the ground.

Quan tilted his head slightly, studying Shuhei with a slightly curious expression. “You’re tense." He said, his tone gentle, neutral perhaps, but probing. “Is there something on your mind, Lieutenant Hisagi?”

“Not really. Just… couldn’t sleep.”

“Oh,” Quan said. Then, he chuckled faintly. “Was it the weight of responsibility, or paperworks that make you feel suffocated? You know, even a machine needs to rest sometimes."

There was something charming about the way Quan asked the question, then proceeded to tease him. Playful, even - the way he was probably speaking from both observation and personal experiences. Shuhei glanced at him, unsure how to respond. His heartbeat - if he even had a heart, was still slow, yet his chest felt so tight - not from exertion or anything, but from the strange feeling that always crept up when he was around Quan. Something about the man that made him both intimidating and… approachable, in a way Shuhei couldn’t quite explain. One could even say the First Division's lieutenant was a paradox, but at that moment, Shuhei was too focused on not to freeze as the other man took a steps forward him.

"I... yeah, it was something like that. I think I've been holed up in the office for too long." He said, the last syllable somehow got stucked in his throat like he was holding in a gasp. Shuhei subsconsciously swallowed a lump that he even didn't even know it was there in his throat before he averted his gaze briefly to the ground - anywhere, just not Quan's face.

Just not his face, and those eyes.

"I see." Quan nodded thoughtfully as he approached him. Maybe he did understand Shuhei's struggle - since they were both the same rank, maybe he not. Shuhei couldn't tell. The other lieutenant eventually stopped at arm-length distance, looking like he had no interest in getting closer - which was somehow both good, and bad for Shuhei's heart, but he didn't say anything out for his own sakes.

An awkward, uncomfortable silence stretched among them for a few moments. Neither one of them spoke up, with Quan seemingly content with the quietness, and Shuhei fumbled all over the words he could think of his mind. He didn't want to say the wrong thing, even when Shuhei couldn't exactly what would be considered as wrong in this perhaps too... peaceful situation. For all he knew and damn well aware of, everything could be the calm before the storm.

"You're awfully quiet."

Then, Quan spoke up first, and Hisagi hesitated, his throat tightening slightly.

"I..."

Quan had that effect on people, Shuhei noticed. His presence was magnetic when wanted it to be, commanding attention as he wished. It didn’t help that there were rumors about him everywhere. People whispered about how refined and capable he was during work hours, but when he wasn’t on duty, they said he was a charmer, a notorious player who always seemed to leave people guessing. Hisagi wasn’t sure how much of it was true, but being around Quan somehow always made him feel...

Off-balance.

“I... sorry,” Shuhei said finally, his voice quieter than he intended. "It must be the lack of sleep that makes me not so bright right now."

It was a funny, even ridiculous response. Shuhei knew it, and he immediately berated himself internally at his stupidity.

Of course, Quan knew that too, and a light chuckle escaped his lips as a result.

"Oh really?" Quan mused, leaning on the nearby wall. Maybe it was the dimlight of the night that was doing tricks on Shuhei, or maybe it was true, but he saw Quan's eyes cranked up slightly - just like a small pair of cresent moon being picked from the sky above them. "Restless, huh? The air has heen heavy lately, I suppose so."

Shuhei nodded, unsure what to say. He was not bad at making conversations, he swore, but somehow just merely standing in front of this man had efficiently reduced him to a tongue-tied of a mess. His eyes flickered toward the white lantern being hanged near them on a nearby establishment, pressing his lips together in an anticipated manner. He was going to prolong the conversation by asking Quan stupid, common questions - dumb, he knew, but he didn't want this conversation to end and yet at the same time, he felt like his legs were close to giving up on him until once again, the golden-eyed Shinigami beat him first in the silence-breaking competition.

"You look like you could use some relief." Quan said. The infamous Mona Lisa smile appeared on his lips as his lashes covered the light in those irises for a brief moment, all the while he looked down on their stretched shadows.

"Have you ever smoked, Lieutenant Hisagi?"

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