#hisagi shuhei x reader

[danilights2021]

Aizen Sosuke is an absolute Unhinged Menace with no filters

Bloodstain.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Shuhei Hisagi x f!reader; Shunsui Kyoraku, Ichigo Kurosaki, mention to Isshin Kurosaki, Urahara Kisuke and Kensei Muguruma;

Format: multi-chapters story;

Warnings for this chapter: language, mention to sex, mention to choking and creampie, altercations, alcohol consumption, hidden jealousy, past resentment and family issues, fear and solitude in Hueco Mundo, making-out in public places, undefined relationships, mutual pining;

Plot: Overburdened with the responsibility of becoming the ‘guardian’ of the infamous special threat, you assured your friends and your brother you could deal with him. Convincing Shuhei everything was completely under your control was hard, though, especially when Sosuke seemed determined to overshadow your long overdue chit-chat.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥.

Out of everything that could have ever happened to you, sharing your flat with Sosuke Aizen was surely something not even your feverish imagination had ever depicted in your mind. Shunsui Kyoraku was a dead man walking. A backstabber, indeed. Then again, what he had said made sense. If there was someone in the entire universe that could deal with Sosuke, well, it was you. You two had had your disagreements, naturally. Fighting on opposing sides, wanting nothing more than watching in glee how you both raised and fell. But beside your sister instinct to protect your brother and your sisters, even your father, from him, you had no real reason to hate his guts. On his behalf, he never nurtured hatred towards you. Or that is what he claimed. Sosuke had never wanted to harm you. Not even when he held you captive in Hueco Mundo.

Mutual respect and rivalry. Probably, also some dulled sexual tension, but none of you two had ever dared to change things.

Now, though, there was something different between you two. You had crossed a line. You had undressed each other, you had slept together, you had let him ruin you. Things would have never been the same. Ignoring him would have been impossible. But, above anything else, what made your stomach churn in apprehension was: how were you going to explain that to your family?

Losing your privacy sounded already dreadful. Having to face the consequences of filling your family up with the unexpected news was even worse. You could figure something out to persuade your brother things would have not degenerated and that your forced cohabitation with Sosuke was not that big of a deal. Trying to make Isshin accept this new situation, though, was not going to be easy. He was your father, after all. Your age and independence did not matter to him when your safety was involved. Still, you had time to talk to him. Right now, you had other things to do, other people to confront.

Now, back at the Inn, you were almost done getting ready to leave. Looking at yourself in the mirror of your small room, you stared at the purple marks on your neck, fingertips grazing the bruised skin as you tried to push away the memories of how Sosuke’s teeth bit onto the flesh, marking it, sucking on it to give you something to think about for years to come. You could not let other people know about that, especially Shuhei, who was the very person Sosuke seemed to be so hostile to without any apparent, valid reason. Now, grasping a silky lilac foulard belonging to your late mother, you carefully wrapped it around your neck and made sure the thin fabric covered up the bruised area. At least, now you felt better in your fresh clothes and it was time to go back home.

“Let’s get the Hell out of here” you muttered then, grasping your bag and striding hastily towards the door.

A new chapter of your life was beginning inevitably. Living with a man loathed by the world, a terrorist, a fallen god even, was most likely something that would have dismantled your projects for the near future. Who else could do it, though? When you had confronted Shunsui in a rather heated argument, you had asked him why Sosuke could not just spend the rest of his immortal life in the Soul Society. According to the Captain Commander, in the deal the Central 46 had made with the former Captain of the Fifth Division, it was specifically said Sosuke had to be banished from the Seireitei until proved to be collaborative. The World of the livings had always been the only practicable option to send the special threat. The Soul Society had allies living in there. Still, they were obviously not enough to control him, considering the visceral hatred between them. At first, the Central had apparently suggested to send Captains and Lieutenants to support the watchers in the World of the livings. But it was way too risky, considering the Soul Society needed their assistance twenty-four hours a day. With you, though, the problem was solved. Or that is what Kyoraku claimed. Sosuke Aizen was a liar, a manipulator, a traitor and a cold-blooded murderer: no one was safe around him.

No one but you.

He had never left a single scar on your body, he had slept next to you without killing you. Long story short, you were the perfect candidate for this role. Shunsui’s answer had left you skeptical, but accepting it sounded better than throttling him with your bare hands. You were selfless, after all. As you walked out of the Inn, you tried to convince yourself this thing could actually work, if you made compromises with Sosuke. You could involve him into mundane activities to keep an eye on him. Yet, the more time you spend in his company, the harder it would have been not recalling how he had you screaming his name as if your life depended on it. Not to mention that your social life would have been completely screwed up by his presence. No boys over, no nights out with your friends. Because, how were you supposed to invite him to the club with you? You could not really imagine Sosuke sipping on a drink, while dancing to a remix of ‘Bloody Mary’ by Lady Gaga. No, you simply could not.

Now, standing a few feet away from the three people in front of you, you took a deep breath and marched up to join the conversation. After the recent events, seeing Shunsui, Ichigo and Sosuke having a relatively polite conversation was not a bizarre sight anymore.

While your brother had a grumpy expression plastered over his face, Shunsui was offering your soon to be housemate a flask of what you assumed was saké. The evil mastermind, arched an eyebrow unsympathetically and raised his hand dismissively to indicate his refusal. Well, maybe they were not ready to have a convivial chit-chat around a bonfire, but they were not trying to kill each other. You wondered how things would have escalated, upon telling your brother that, whenever he was going to visit your flat, he would have been forced to sit on your couch next to Aizen Sosuke.

“Well, good morning” you chimed, greeting the group with a constrained smile, careful not to meet Sosuke’s eye.

In your peripheral, you caught a glimpse of his sardonic smirk. He was right, you had already shared your greetings earlier in a more inappropriate way, but you could not let your brother catch on your shenanigans like that. Not when he was about to have a stroke anyway.

Ichigo’s eyes darted on you, arms folded over his chest “Ah, there you are. Do you mind telling me why Kyoraku and the freak have sent a stupid hellbutterfly to wake me up?” your step-brother asked you, tilting his head to the side expectantly.

Shunsui sighed, your eyes searching for his in what you supposed was emotional support, but all he did was showing you his flask and silently asking you if you keened to take a swig, before answering your brother’s question. Mouthing a ‘no’ at the Captain Commander, you then cleared your throat and decided to be direct with Ichigo. Straight to the point, no hesitation, no fear. Just the plain truth.

“Yeah… Well, starting from today, Sosuke is living in my flat” you blurted out, watching your brother’s eyes gradually widen and his lips part in disbelief.

He blinked “What?”.

“Ichigo, please. You heard me”.

“Are you kidding me? Did you bang your head on your way here, or what? Is this idiot using Kyoka Suigetsu—…” he then quipped, jabbing his finger at Sosuke accusingly, who scoffed and stared him down in disdain.

Shunsui’s laughter made you roll your eyes, as Sosuke slapped Ichigo’s hand down “Do that again and say goodbye to your fingers” the brunette said, his caramel eye darkening, as he cut your brother off dispassionately.

A fight now was not exactly what you needed. Before your brother could fire something back, you stepped between them. Locking eyes with Ichigo, you shot him a grave look and obscured his view on his opponent. Men were just taller versions of babies. This whole situation was already stressing you out and those stupid folks were not helping you coping with it.

“Oi! — you interjected, placing a hand on Ichigo’s chest to make him take a few reluctant steps back — Stop it! That’s a shitty situation, I know, and you have all the rights in the world to be mad. But I am not asking for your permission, Ichigo” you stated, your tone of voice sharp as your brother scowled and threw his hands in the air.

It was predictable. You could not deny it.

“Are you serious? Do you even realize what you are asking me to accept? — Ichigo countered back, taking a step closer to you — How am I supposed to go to sleep at night, when I know he is in your flat? Do I have to remind you of who he is?! Did you forget what he has done?” he asserted, his almond eyes boring into yours as if he was looking for your sanity.

However, you were not mad. You had simply run out of patience and you had no time to deal with your younger brother. You perfectly knew what to say to shut him up.

You narrowed your eyes, mouth opening to hurt him “Really now? You’re going to sleep as peacefully as you did back then! He hasn’t killed me in Las Noches, has he? And I don’t remember you coming to my rescue for quite a while” you punctuated, causing an eerie, awkward silence to swallow you all of a sudden. There, you had said it, you had hit a nerve.

You would have never told him you had hoped day and night for your brother to come to your rescue, after you had audaciously swapped places with Orihime. You had restrained yourself form telling him how you had felt so alone and betrayed for a long time. Why? You hated hurting your brother. Although you loved him, Ichigo had factually hurt you. Still, it was the sense of loneliness he had made you experience back then that had honed your skills and personality. If you were a strong and independent woman now it was thanks to him.

You had learned how to be your own hero, because no one had answered your cry for help.

Ichigo clamped his mouth shut, his fists clenched down his sides as you felt Sosuke and Shunsui’s gazes boring holes on your back. They had not dared to say a word, merely observing the Kurosaki silblings argue.

“Ichigo, I—…” you tried to apologize then, but he shook his head.

“No, you’re right. — he stated, eyes downcast as he gained back some self-control — I should have not even let you go to Hueco Mundo alone, let alone leave you there. But I did not stop you back then. I knew you could survive, somehow, but I’ve been selfish. And, fuck, I know that you can do this too, you’re my … My insufferable, incredibly stubborn, big sister, after all. But it doesn’t change the fact that I care about you” he reasoned, finally flicking his gaze up to meet yours. He was clearly worried and no one could blame him for that, not even you.

“That’s understandable. — Shunsui interjected, leaning his back against the wall — But she’s not changing her residence. Checking on her will be just as easy as it was before, right? And let’s not forget that Urahara Kisuke lives a few blocks away from her flat, if I am not mistaken. She can rely on him”.

At the mention of Kisuke’s name, you saw Sosuke glowering. His upper lip twitched, tempted to disclose his lips to probably spit venom on the shop-keeper. You did not know why, or how you felt confident enough to do that, but you tapped on the top of his shoulder with your index and let the angles of your mouth turn upwards in a simpering smile.

“Rule number one of living with me: if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all” you seethed, blinking a few times as Sosuke stared daggers at you.

“I see you learned something from this wretched Society: cancelling whoever thinks out of the box” Sosuke coldly replied, tilting his head to the side as you snorted and refocused your attention on the two other men in front of you.

Ichigo seemed to be observing your interactions with untainted curiosity, pleasingly surprised that albeit you were bickering you had not thrown hands. You would have loved to kick Shunsui’s ass for snickering at the sight. It seemed what had just taken place before his eyes was the proof you were the perfect match for Sosuke. He was right. You could read his pride all over his face, as he subtly winked at you.

“Did she just quote ‘Bambi’ to a mass murderer?” Ichigo uttered, scratching his head perplexedly. The tension had miraculously dissipated.

Sosuke and Shunsui stared at your brother in confusion, clearly not knowing what ‘Bambi’ was and you palmed your forehead in distress. This conversation had lasted way too long for your likings, it was time to wrap it up and leave the Soul Society behind you for a while.

“Okay, fine, it’s getting late and I have tons of things to do. — you fretted, glaring at your step-brother warningly— I need to meet up with a friend, before leaving. See you at the Seinkaimon” you said goodbye to the small group, having all the intention of leaving Sosuke with the two men for a while. After all, there was no way in Hell you were going to have a private conversation with Shuhei while feeling his breath on your neck.

Not when he had told you he wished he could literally make him taste his sperm in your pussy.

You had barely turned your back at them, when you heard Ichigo’s voice piercing your ears. Obviously, he was talking to the hot jailbird who was bound to be your shadow for only God knew how long.

“You better keep your hands to yourself. If your fingers—…”.

“Oh, come on, now. — Sosuke cooed, his tone infuriantingly soft — What can I do with my fingers? Are you afraid I am going to wrap them around your sister’s throat? Are you scared I am going to choke her?” he stated, making your blood run instantly cold. Sweat was beading your forehead and you halted, frightened at the thought things could escalate and your dirty secret be exposed like that. Your hand reached up, fingertips brushing against the silky fabric of your scarf. You still could feel Sosuke’s hand around your neck, you could still remember the way your pleasure was amplified, when he choked you.

No, you had to do something before it was too late. You had no other choice. Sosuke had to accompany you to your encounter with Shuhei. You had no idea how you were going to handle the situation, yet you had to sacrifice your privacy not to witness to a murder now.

You twirled around, clearing your throat to mask your panic “Aizen Sosuke, come with me. I might actually require your assistance” you yelled out, faking the best smile you could muster, as Shunsui nodded his hand and swung his arm around Ichigo’s shoulders in a friendly manner. You were honestly glad he was finally stepping in to save your reputation and the day. Maybe he was not that drunk yet.

“Yes! I guess it’s time to prepare the Seinkaimon anyway! — the Captain Commander announced — Let’s go, Ichigo, I’ve wanted to ask you a few questions about the World of livings for a while now… Tell me, are women standoffish there too?” he asked then, flashing you a knowing smile as he began to nudge your brother towards the main road.

Ichigo narrowed his eyes, shrugging the man’s arm off of his shoulders, but he did not make a fuss about it. Waving his hand at you, he obliged Shunsui’s request and followed him. Not without glaring one last time at his former enemy, though. Hearing him trying to avoid Shunsui’s questions about women in the World of the livings on their way made you feel better, though. Once they were gone, you released a breath you did not know you were holding. You tossed your bag onto the dirty ground, hands onto your hips as you stared up at the light-blue sky. For a few seconds, nor you, neither Sosuke seemed interested in striking up a conversation. He just stood a few feet away from you, arms folded over his chest, hands tucked into the sleeves of his grey haori. His face almost apathetic. Alone again with him, out in the public for everyone to see. It was not going to be an unsual sight from now on. A weird pair of people, once trying to kill each other, now barely keeping their hands for themselves.

Without saying a word, you then bent down to pick up your bag again and you resumed your walk, not bothering to tell him it was time to go. Sosuke’s baritone voice, though, cut through the air like a sharp blade.

“Aizen Sosuke, huh? When did we go back to such algid formality?” he inquired, making you furrow your eyebrows.

“Really now? How did you expect me to call you? Cutie patootie? Cupcake?” you sassed, eyes scrutinizing the horizon rather than darting on him, who was now glued to your side again.

He snorted and you could practically feel him smiling, when he said “Oh, actually, I was thinking about something like ‘daddy’. Let’s be real, I think I earned that title after yesterday night. — he crooned, knowing damn well he was going too far — For instance, though, I think it would be better to stop using that nickname with your father at lunch. Can you imagine the embarrassment I’d have to go through, if I passed you the salt, when you called for him?” he stated, his tone dripping sarcasm as you balled your hands up into fists down your sides.

This side of him was kind of a revelation, you had to admit it. Then again, he incarnated the example of someone who would have done anything in his power to sow dissension. If this was a glimpse of what to expect from your cohabitation, you were going to lose your mind for sure.

Turning towards him, you blocked his path “Let me get this straight. If you think I am going to let you screw up my life, you are terribly wrong. My house, my rules: stay away from my family” you dryly stated, pondering each and every word coming out of your mouth carefully.

“You have already let me screw you, darling. Would it make that much of a difference, if I interfered with your family affairs?” he taunted you, leaning down towards you so that your eyes could not stray away from his.

He had a point and you hated how good he was at playing with words. He almost made you sound stupid, it was downright frustrating. You huffed, pinching the bridge of your nose, inhaling sharply to calm down and search for your rationality. There was no way in Hell you were allowing him around your sisters and father.

“Yes, it would. You are already ruining my life. I don’t want you to mess them up as well” you declared, watching him straighten his back once again, going as far as to nodding his head in a condescending way.

He was dying to reply something to rile you up, you could see it in the way he was constantly clenching and unclenching his jaw, eager to toy with you as he had always done. But, as much as your body had loved letting him play you like violin, your brain was not going to grant him the chance to do further damages. The silence swallowing you two for a few seconds reminded you of why you had taken that avenue and you quickly began to walk again. Shuhei, Shuhei was a good guy. Handsome, sweet even… Naturally, he had his edges too but who did not have flaws? The Soul King had them too! And you were not exempt from being a messy person as well. After all, who would ever copulate with an enemy, instead of spending the night with the right guy whose love they should cherish? You were so upset with yourself, you almost felt ashamed of meeting up with him now.

The moment you sensed his reiatsu, you halted and turned your head towards the special threat “I need you to wait for me here. If you could possibly abstain from murdering people in the meanwhile, it would be great. Can you do it?” you cautiously said, watching a shit-eating grin cross his face.

Sosuke leaned his shoulder against the wall, arms folding against his chest “Do you honestly believe someone would even dare to walk down the street, upon spotting me there?”.

He had a point, yet you needed to be sure he was not going on a killing spree while you were distracted by the Lieutenant of the Ninth Division. You did not even want to consider the possible consequences you were going to face, if he went back to killing whomever stood in his way while under your watch. You cared about yourself and life enough to grip the hilt of your zanpakuto and wriggling your eyebrows up allusively to make him understand you were not fooling around.

“I will be on my best behavior. — he reassured you — Just hurry up. I would very much like to leave this place” he told you, his tone of voice flat as he motioned at your back with a dispassionate nod of his head.

You stood there for a few more seconds, watching him with a conflicted expression plastered over your face, before you ultimately decided to finally turn the corner. Standing close to a drinking fountain, Shuhei was holding a small bouquet of white roses in his hand. You blinked, sauntering towards him with a bashful smile on your face and your heartbeat notably increasing against your will.

Upon locking eyes with you, his smile broadened “Hey” he greeted you, handing you the flowers he had just purchased.

You sighed, accepting the kind gesture and delicately holding the roses in your hands “Admit it, you bought me flowers for getting that kiss you wanted yesterday night” you teased him, bringing them up to your nose. The bittersweet scent made you let out a soft sigh, your smile softening as he ruffled your hair.

“Probably. — he did not bother denying — But, now that you make me think about it, may I have that kiss? Or shall I find a dragon to slay to prove myself worthy?” he joked, as you shook your head and tiptoed to him.

Shuhei wrapped his arms around you firmly, protectively, and you could not help yourself when you remembered how Sosuke had embraced you the night before. There was a possessive undertone behind his gesture. Sosuke had held you in his arms with the same confidence of a man who did not bother questioning your likings, or asking for your permission: he knew he could do that. Shuhei, on the other hand, was almost scared of hurting you. He handled you with care, the same way a lioness protects her cubs. Comparing them was the worst thing you could possibly do in a moment like this and you cursed yourself for that.

Swinging your arms around his shoulders, you planted a kiss on his cheek. His grip on you tightening even so slightly as he buried his nose onto the crook of your neck.

This was healthy. This was not something to throw away.

“Are you leaving?” he asked you, his voice muffled, as his lips indulged onto your shoulder.

You felt your stomach twist and turn, as you nodded your head slowly, not daring to let go of him “Yes, I am. — you whispered, scared of telling him the catch about it all — And there is something you should know about it” you finally stated, breaking the embrace and clutching the bunch of roses to your chest.

Shuhei cocked his head to the side, visibly concerned by your sudden signs of agitation “What’s wrong?” he asked, hand cupping your cheek gently to show you empathy.

You shivered, half-lidded eyes meeting his ones as you looked for the apt words to explain your bargain with the Central 46 “I have been chosen to watch over Sosuke Aizen in the World of the livings. He is going to live in my house for … Well, no one knows for how long” you stated, watching Shuhei scowl and shaking his head unbelievingly. This was half expected, but it was something you ought to tell him in person.

“If this is a joke, this is not funny” he nervously said, his other hand joining the other on your face, cupping the free cheek, as he leaned down to look deeply into your eyes.

“Shuhei, I’m serious”.

“No! That’s absurd! I’m not letting you alone with that piece of shit!” he snapped then, squeezing your cheeks for a second, before taking a few steps back and running his fingers through his hair in exasperation.

“Shuhei… Listen, it’s okay, I can handle it—”.

“No, you can’t! Is Kyoraku that out of his mind to throw you to a beast? How can he allow something like that?” he reasoned, turning around to facen you again.

You had rarely seen him that concerned in your whole life. You walked up to him, settling the small bouquet on the edge of the fountain as you grasped both of his hands in a futile attempt to soothe his nerves “Kisuke doesn’t live too far from my flat. If something goes wrong, he will surely come to my rescue” you said, only for Shuhei to hook his hands underneath your thighs and sitting you onto the top of a nearby perimeter fence.

You gasped, his hands cupping your cheeks as he pressed his forehead against yours “Kisuke is not enough to reassure me. I will ask my Captain to stay with you, I need to know you are fine. Visits are not enough” he deadpanned, making your small heart skip a beat as you closed your eyes to enjoy this small moment between you two.

He was a fool. Even if Kyoraku demanded Kensei to let him join you, the Central 46 would have not allowed that.

Disclosing your lips to tell him that, you were stopped by his lips capturing yours in a gentle kiss. Slowly, his tongue lapped at your bottom lip, politely asking for access. It was the same kiss that had led you to sleep with him that night. The same kiss that had been the eye of the storm causing a turmoil of emotions within your heart. You trembled, kissing him back, but the moment you did something felt off. Why did his spiky hair feel so soft, silky at the touch? Why did his tongue feel voracious? Why did his pectorals feel firmer under your palms?

Why did you want to feel these sensations and not what you were actually experiencing?

You broke the kiss first, breath slightly labored, as you looked away from him. Shuhei cleared his throat, stepping back to give you some space. Slower. You had to take it slower.

“I’m sorry, I should have not kissed you out of the blue… But I could not resist. The thought of that scum and you together is making me vomit” Shuhei explained and you flicked your gaze up towards him again.

You wanted to reply, when someone spoke out somewhere behind the Lieutenant’s back, causing the colors to drain from your face.

“There’s a bush behind the corner. If you need to throw up, I suggest you to go there. Be careful not to step on mine, though, I puked there as well thanks to this hideous show” Sosuke commented, making Shuhei reach for his zanpakuto. He was so tense you thought he was going to pop a vessel.

Hopping down from the fence, you gripped Shuhei’s forearm, inviting him not to act on his instinct “Shuhei, it’s not necessary” you whispered, but Sosuke’s chuckle made your skin crawl.

“Necessary? The word you were looking for was useful” he countered, causing Shuhei to sprint towards him.

Before you could even register your own actions, you unsheathed your blade and flash-stepped in front of Sosuke, squaring up to parry the Lieutenant’s blow. You were protecting Sosuke, much to your dismay. Still, you were actually trying to protect Shuhei from him. If Sosuke wanted, he could incinerate him with his reiatsu alone. Letting this happen was not an option.

“Y/N! Move! What the fuck are you doing?” Shuhei yelled out, your swords clashing as you you firmly shook your head.

“I can’t! If you break those cuffs he is wearing, we are all dead!” you defended your actions, only to grit your teeth the moment you had to push harder against him to make him step back.

Shuhei stared at you hurt. His sword lowered down his side, as you did not budge to sheathe yours back in its scabbard. Well, the special threat had ruined your small reunion with one of the people you really cared about in the Soul Society.

A black hellbutterfly batting its wings erratically caught your attention, as you let it rest on your finger. The Seinkaimon was ready and you had to go back home. Suddenly, saying goodbye to Shuhei felt painful, as he turned his back at you and left wordlessly. A lump in your throat prevented you from calling out his name, whilst you reached your hand out to grasp the roses he had gifted you.

Sosuke did not utter a single word, following you as if he was your shadow as you two walked silently towards the Seinkaimon.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! I had so much fun writing this chapter. But I guess the best part is yet to come, because… Well, just imagine Sosuke in mundane situations, lol. Anyway, thanks for the positive feedback! I don’t mind constructive criticism, impressions, or opinions. I actually love it, when people comment! Do do not be afraid to express yourselves. I simp for the evil mastermind of the story, but I am really friendly! And… Happy belated birthday, Aizen!

TAGS: @pseudowho @seireiteihellbutterfly @onyxino @areyouflying @bakugosgirl01 @noirfan12

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Bleach Men I'd do Until Sunrise

Since my summer classes are over, I can FINALLY go back to thinking about more important things, like all the bleach men I want in me. Here's the full list and reasons why 😘 Bleach is also the only Big 3 anime with consistently fine men, and that's a HUGEEE bonus for me

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

A man with muscles is always gonna do it for me every time. Kubo but his entire pussy into his design of Grimmjow like his appearance>>> the hollow mask, the blue hair, the natural eyeliner, so what if he has a hole in his abs?! I'm still putting it down on him 😻 also LOOK AT THAT FERAL SMILE OF HIS oh I know he's a FREAKKKK in bed (he and my self-insert are also married and have an arrancar-soul reaper kid)

2. Kensei Muguruma

I have a problem when it comes to ISTP men who are stoic but also easy to fluster... it may be the ENTJ in me but I'll always love me an ESTP/ISTP man, the brute + confident and strong diva duo will always do it for me every single time without failure, also, again, MUSCLESSS!! I need to be taken to paris by him and Grimmy

3. Cang Du

The man himself who inspired Toji... even though his body's not as built as Toji's, he's still so fine! He's also one of the only non-female Quincies I like (the other one being Äs Nödt but I like him for his creepy he is) anyways he also has some muscle on him + he's not as loud and cocky as the other quincies (yes, I know Grimmjow doesn't shut up, but he's mega foine so he gets a pass)

4. Shūhei Hisagi

Again w the dark-haired muscular men!! Unlike the others, who are mainly known for being tsundere/stoic men, Hisagi has sm cute little moments in the show, like all his moments with Rangiku are so adorable like I'd love flustering this man to death!! (Kubo needs to give him more battles that he wins bc why he he constantly losing every single one 💀)

5. Kaien Shiba

Yet another dark-haired man! Who would've guessed?! anyway, I looooveee his little mentor moments with Rukia, but the little amount of screentime he got in the series was so annoying, especially given how handsomeee this man is with his lil mullet like please return in a flashback idk

6. Ichigo Kurosaki

Ofc, the protagonist of the series gets to be on this list... I didn't find him THAT cute early on in the series, but now that he's drawn better and has more muscle (I'm a fiend for muscles), he's wayyy hotter, also his little mullet moments were soooo UGH please Orihime Inoue my queen make him bring back the mullet, plus his drip/casual outfits are UNMATCHEDD ABSOLUTELY UNMATCHED

Anyway that's all! At least until I watch more episodes...

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"You sure you want that butterfly design? I could give you something a little...racier if you're feeling bold."

Hisagi's deep timbre sliced through the comfortable lull that had settled over the living room. You glanced up to find him leaning back casually on the couch, grey eyes glinting with a teasing heat as they roamed over you from beneath hooded lids.

A slow, sly smile curved your lips at the undisguised flirtation, even as you felt Kira stiffen almost imperceptibly beside you. Though your brother and his best friend largely ignored the thick, sultry undercurrents constantly sparking between you and Hisagi, moments like these still needled at Kira's fraternal instincts.

Not that you could necessarily blame him - if you were being fully honest with yourself. With his tatted sleeve of intricate inkwork peeking out from beneath the tight vee of his shirt and those tawny bedroom eyes smoldering from under the curtain of his dark lashes, Hisagi certainly painted an undeniably delicious portrait of smoldering masculinity.

You slowly traced your gaze down the alluring flex and pull of corded forearm muscles before meeting his heated stare once more through your lashes.

"Oh? You mean like some Chinese dragon wrapped around my thigh?" You purposefully pitched your tone low and sultry, reveling in the way Hisagi's eyes sparked at your invitation.

"That could definitely work," he rumbled in that sinful baritone of his, seeming to savor each suggestive syllable. "Though I was thinking something more...intimate in placement."

Hisagi's gaze slowly, deliberately lowered to the vee of your shirt and lingered there with blatant appreciation. You felt your cheeks heat and pulsepoints kickup as his tongue slicked out to lasciviously wet his lower lip.

Before things could escalate any further, Kira cleared his throat sharply beside you. "Cool it with the ovaries-before-broviaries teasing already," he growled without any real venom, roughly cuffing Hisagi's shoulder. "I put up with enough of your gross flirting every other time you come around."

You shot your brother a sly grin, quietly delighted at managing to rile him up yet again. Hisagi simply chuckled unrepentantly, leaning further back into the plush cushions and looking for all the world like the picture of ease.

"What can I say, Izuru? Your sister loves getting a rise out of me." His grey eyes cut towards you in a singeing look from beneath ponderous lids. "She knows just how to tempt a man into crossing all sorts of lines..."

The husky timbre underlying Hisagi's words and the intensity of his heated stare raised delicious goosebumps all along your arms. You shifted almost imperceptibly on the couch, pressing your thighs together subtly as a shivery tendril of yearning sparked low in your belly.

Hisagi's throat visibly worked as his gaze shamelessly traced the minute motion, nostrils flaring ever so slightly as if suddenly picking up on the whisper-soft scent of your arousal. His eyes darkened into pools of liquid lava when they finally dragged their way back up to meet your own heated perusal.

"Yeah, well, keep your damn eyes off my baby sister before I revoke your privileges around here," Kira huffed without any real threat in his tone. He was too used to these little displays by now, even if he still bristled on reflex.

That same devilish smile curved your lips as you maintained searing eye contact with Hisagi, the air itself seeming to thicken and grow charged between you two. "Oh, I'm pretty sure Shuhei would love having certain privileges revoked around me..."

Kira promptly choked on an inelegant sputter at your blatant innuendo as Hisagi's smirk stretched further, flashing that dimple that always made your knees go a little weak. He didn't bother denying the provocative implication as you let your eyes roam over him in return.

God, he was so deliciously male in that effortlessly confident way of his. You very nearly found yourself whimpering aloud at the dark, sensual promise kindled in his heated stare and quirked lips. You wanted so badly to taste that arrogance, to make that self-assured mask shatter into something raw and unraveled just for you.

Instead, you simply hummed a playful little sound and stood up, uncurling your legs and relishing the weight of Hisagi's ravenous stare tracking the motion. "Well, I'm gonna go freshen up and give you boys some space," you announced lightly as if the air itself hadn't gone soupy thick with tension.

A subtle shift rippled through the electrically charged atmosphere as you hummed that same playful little sound and stood up in one lithe motion. Hisagi's molten stare followed the undulating sway of your hips with ravenous hunger as you uncurled your legs from beneath you.

"Well, I should probably go get ready," you announced in a tone of careful nonchalance that was completely at odds with the heated tension thrumming between your bodies. "I've got a date tonight, after all."

The words seemed to detonate in the weighted silence like a flash-bang grenade. Hisagi's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, firelit eyes narrowing to piercing slits that you refused to shy away from. You could practically taste the ripe undercurrents of his displeasure and frustration roiling just beneath the surface.

But you simply arched one brow in a silent challenge, reveling in the fact that he couldn't voice any of his likely objections in front of Kira. Not without revealing the deeper, decidedly unbrotherly nature of his regard for you.

Kira, oblivious as ever to the thick crosscurrents swirling around him, simply grunted an acknowledgment from his sprawl on the couch. But Hisagi remained coiled like a panther ready to strike, gaze following your movements with an intensity that made molten arousal curl low in your abdomen.

You allowed a small, sly smile to curve those glossed lips, unable to resist stoking those forbidden fires raging behind Hisagi's shuttered expression. With slow, exaggerated nonchalance, you trailed your hands up your torso and over the gentle swell of your curves in a pantomime of smoothing your shirt.

Hisagi's stare caught and lingered greedily on the unnecessary adjustment, nostrils flaring infinitesimally as if drinking in the subtle hints of your scent. You watched in quiet satisfaction as his powerful throat visibly worked, no doubt tamping down the urge to growl out some gravelly protestation.

Instead, he simply held your heated perusal, jaw still locked in that tic of displeased tension that only you seemed privy to catching. The scorching promise in those slate depths was undeniable, an entire world of delicious reckoning arcing between you.

When at last you broke the weighted stare with a ponderous blink, you allowed an expression of perfect wide-eyed innocence to slide across your features as if nothing untoward had transpired. Hisagi wasn't fooled for a second if the banked spark crackling in his gaze was any indication.

"Don't wait up, boys," you sang out in a dulcet trill as you turned and ambled towards the staircase, every sashaying pivot of your hips an unvoiced taunt.

You didn't need to glance back over your shoulder to confirm that Hisagi was, indeed, committing every last swish and sway to hungered memory. The electric prickle skittering down your nape was confirmation enough of the consuming weight of his turbulent stare.

Only once you'd ascended out of sight did your own carefully composured facade slip into a tremulous, darkly gleeful smirk. You pressed your thighs tightly together against the insistent throbbing ache between your legs as you hurried towards your bedroom.

Riling up the usually unflappable Shuhei into such visible disquiet over the mere suggestion of you being intimate with someone else never failed to make you feel powerful and perversely delighted. Perhaps tonight's hookup could be more brief than usual...especially if Hisagi sought to dole outsome of that promised carnal reckoning with you later on.

The thought made you shiver with illicit, smoldering anticipation as you closed your bedroom door. Better get ready indeed.

The thunderous boom of the front door slamming inward shattered the tranquil stillness like a gunshot. The violence of the jarring noise ricocheted through the darkened living room in pulsing waves, jolting both Hisagi and Kira from their respective slumbering states.

Hisagi came awake with a strangled grunt, instinctively jackknifing upright on the lumpy couch. His tousled head whipped towards the entryway, flint-gray eyes struggling to cut through the dim lighting as residual dream-haze rapidly cleared. Beside him, Kira issued a low groan of disoriented complaint from his ungainly sprawl amid the unswept trail of potato chip crumbs and stale beer bottles on the floor.

"What th'fuck...?" he slurred in drowsy consternation, movements sluggish as he tried to push up into a sitting position.

All residual cobwebs evaporated as the thunderous impact of stomping footfalls reverberated down the hall, each weighty tread punctuated by the unmistakable slam of a blazing feminine temper. Through his still-sleep-bleared vision, Hisagi caught the first rippling glimpses of movement—

Then your tightly coiled figure surged into view beneath the weak wash of lamplight spilling from the kitchen. A frisson of hyperalert tension lanced through Hisagi's veins at the very first glimpse of your features.

From the ponderous vee furrowed between your brows to the tight, bloodless slash of those lush lips compressed into a flat line, every aspect of your expression radiated seething inner turmoil on the verge of volcanic eruption. Not for the first time, Hisagi was punched by the visceral sense of a summer tempest rolling in - all blistering, sweltering portents crackling along his sensitized nerve-endings in warning.

The aggressive, almost contemptuous flick of your wrist as you shrugged out of your flimsy jacket only compounded the mental imagery. Hisagi's calloused fingers dug restlessly into the frayed upholstery as you whipped the garment aside with enough vehemence to nearly dislodge one of the neglected beer cans from its resting place on the coffee table.

"God, easy there, killer..." Kira groused, finally managing to peel open his own bleary eyes and squint in your direction. "What the hell's got your panties all in a..."

The bald inquiry trailed off into a sudden, ripe silence as he seemed to fully take in the bilious thunderclouds massing across your delicate features. For several beats, the only sound was the rhythmic pounding of blood rushing through both men's ears in anticipation of the impending maelstrom.

When at last you stirred again, the abrupt, stiff movement caused both of them to tense instinctively like soldiers awaiting the concussive impact. Hisagi felt his own muscles coil in response, bunching tautly beneath his shirt as if to absorb some inevitable, looming blow even he couldn't yet envision.

You still refused to meet their increasingly concerned stares, mouth remaining clamped in that rigid line that made his gut churn with dismay. From your pinched jawline to the tightly furrowed brow creasing that usually smooth expanse of forehead, every aspect of your countenance screamed that you were utterly caged in whatever fresh, bitter torment gripped you.

Hisagi opened his mouth, felt the scorched rumble of sound catch in his throat as you finally, brusquely broke the leaden expectancy hanging between you all.

"Don't wanna talk about it."

The terse growl slipped from those compressed lips like something small and feral lashing out in preemptive defense. It abraded across Hisagi's sharpening senses in an almost physical rasp even as you turned sharply on your heel.

Without a single backward glance, you stalked towards the stairs with something almost frenzied in the harsh clip of your footfalls. Hisagi watched each minute shift and sway of those tightly wound shoulders, arms crossed painfully over your chest as if to physically barricade whatever hellish emotions roiled beneath the surface from spilling free. Everything about your body language emanated tension vibrating on the verge of unraveling completely.

Just before ascending the first step, you paused for the slightest of suspended breaths. Hisagi's eyes remained riveted to the taut line of your spine, unconsciously mirroring the instinctive bracing he could perceive rippling through your frame.

When at last you spoke again, the words emerged in a low snarl more evocative of a wounded, cornered predator than anything else. "I'm fine. Just...don't bother me for a while, alright?"

Then, before either of them could react or draw breath to respond, you were simply...gone. In the span of one earth-shuddering exhalation, the shadows at the top of the stairs seemed to reach out and swallow your tense silhouette whole. All that remained was the ghostly impression of your wake slipstreaming in the air, ripe with the scent of agitation and storm clouds.

In your abrupt absence, the silence that enveloped the dim room rang with a pressure so weighty it constricted the very air from Hisagi's lungs. He and Kira sat motionless in its choking miasma, eyes remaining locked on that inky stairwell long after you'd fled its oppressive ambiance.

It was Kira who finally broke the fraught stillness with a protracted sigh that whistled through his teeth. "Well...shit," he muttered, all residual sleepiness banished utterly. "So much for hoping she'd finally chill the fuck out after another month of hooking up with this loser like all the others..."

His gaze cut askance towards Hisagi through the shadows with a minute shake of his mussed blonde head. "Safe to say there's not a chance in hell I'm venturing upstairs to poke that little hell-bear after the night she's obviously had."

Hisagi's lips twitched in a faint, humorless quirk that lasted but a beat. "And trying to talk her down when she's like this?" he asked, already knowing the resigned answer. "No fucking way, right?"

Kira's snort spoke volumes as he wearily dragged his fingers through his disheveled hair. Over the years, he'd learnt the hard way how futile and potentially dangerous it could be to try disarming you when you cycled into these virulently mercurial moods. More often than not, his well-meaning consolations only served to further enrage the emotional squall swirling around your tender heart.

No, the only viable option had always been to simply hunker down and wait out the worst of the initial tempest in tense solitude. At least until the whipping frenzied winds abated enough to approach you in relative safety again.

Angling his head, Hisagi flicked one final, measuring look up the darkened stairwell from beneath lowered steel-gray lashes. Even from here, an almost palpable vibration of turbulence still seemed to linger, set to lingering tremors by your feverish passing. His callused fingertips unconsciously flexed and clenched against the sofa cushions in agitation.

Whatever fresh grievances had spurred this latest blowout must have cut you straight to those delicately shielded depths where you guarded your vulnerabilities with tooth and claw. The mere thought of you left to stew alone in such acrid miasmas of scorned hurt tightened Hisagi's throat.

Almost as if he could still perceive your barely repressed tremors from here, quivering ripples in the fabric of night like a wounded animal awaiting its chance to burrow out of reach. Only this time with your heart once again left shredded and bleeding in the relentless wake of some selfish prick's devouring...

Hisagi's jaw clenched hard enough for his molars to grind as resurgent protectiveness instinctively flared through his veins. It hollowed out his chest with familiar, gut-punching vehemence and made the tendons in his neck cord with tension. How he loathed these interminable stretches, forced to helplessly tread waters while you drowned yourself alone. All because of your stubbornly stalwart refusal to let anyone too close to your fragile core, especially not the ones desperate to shield it most of all.

Drawing a rasping breath, Hisagi hauled himself upright with infinite reluctance. He could no more voluntarily follow you into the tempest maelstrom than willingly hurl himself into the inexorable pull of a black hole's gravity well. Not unless he wanted to hazard having his atoms shredded and atomized on a subatomic level.

Still, the weary resignation slumping his shoulders didn't entirely preclude the stubborn spark of determination flickering low in his abdomen. One way or another, he vowed, gritting his teeth, this latest upheaval would run its molten course - then he'd step in to scoop up the shards left scattered in its smoldering wake.

As always, it seemed. No matter how many times your hesitant walls shored back up or blistered recriminations awaited Hisagi's patient outreach.

Not for the first time, nor the last, he suspected.

Until the day he could finally break through to those tremulous places thrashing beneath your surface. Until the exact moment he convinced you to unfurl from your defensive crouch and reach back out as well, granting him the devastating privilege of cradling your fragile pieces while slotting himself into the cracks.

The dark certainty warmed Hisagi's marrow even as he averted his shuttered gaze back down, shrugging away the feverish restlessness licking along his skin. It was only a matter of time, he reminded himself as he extended a hand to haul Kira upright. A hard-won, brutally incremental road...but one whose final destination lay firmly within sight.

For now, though, there remained other more immediate comforts to provide in the wake of your passing inner storm. With a resolute tilt of his head, Hisagi waved Kira ahead of him towards the kitchen.

"Let's grab a couple beers while we wait this one out, yeah?"

The piercing hiss of beer can tabs breaking their vacuum seals knifed through the weighted quiet. Hisagi winced almost imperceptibly at the abrasive noise, even as he tipped the cold dregs past his lips in a perfunctory swallow.

Beside him, Kira nursed his own drink in uncharacteristic stillness - reflecting the uneasy, portentous lull that had descended over the house since your overpowering presence vacated the space. Hisagi tried and failed to dismiss the insistent tendril of disquiet needling at his consciousness.

Minutes oozed past in thick, viscous increments that seemed to mock him with their sluggish persistence. He found his free hand idly plucking at the frayed knee of his jeans, sharp gray eyes flickering repeatedly towards the shadowed hallway beyond in involuntary pulses.

Something wasn't sitting right, some hitherto unidentifiable prickle zinging along his nerves like a livewire of unease that refused to dampen down. Each laborious tock of the grandfather clock in the hall seemed to resonate through his very marrow as if amplifying the oppressive, unnatural silence permeating upstairs.

He had experienced this bewildering stasis far too many times over the years in the direct wake of your mercurial tempests not to recognize the ominous portents. Usually, your cyclones blew themselves out in relatively short order, dissipating in rapid spirals of spent angst until you sought out their steadying presences once more.

Never before had you buried yourself quite so stubbornly in the eerie, tomb-like quiet of your own psyche...at least not without giving some muted peep or agonized shuffle to indicate you were still kicking and raging against your inner demons, however mutely.

But that was just it - there existed not a single murmur to perforate the stifling stillness. No plaintive catch of weeping or agitated footfalls disturbing the hush. Even the rhythms of your breathing remained utterly, disturbingly indiscernible across the strained tether of Hisagi's preternatural senses.

Unease solidified into a harder, more jagged knot twisting his gut as flashes of half-remembered images swirled behind his narrowed eyes. He'd seen you wear yourself to this raggedly unresponsive state in the aftermath of utterly shattering upheavals before...and the memories were far from comforting.

One lucid instant scalded across his psyche - you, eyes glazed and dull as flawed marbles, staring emptily at nothing while he'd crouched in numb horror before your petite frame wilted boneless on the bathroom tile. Warm spit had frothed sluggishly across your lush lips as heaving, animalistic sounds wormed from betwixt them, suggesting some tenuous last thread of wounded consciousness still existed beyond the blankly yawning abyss of your gaze. But only barely...

Hisagi shuddered hard enough to slosh a few drops over his fist, banishing the ghastly callback with a forcible blink. Not this time. That harrowing incident lay years in the bitter rearview now, in the wake of so much progress and healing you'd both painstakingly carved out together. He refused to allow tonight's anguish to drag you backsliding into those grim, yawning depths where oblivion's undertow exerted its numbing gravity.

Yet the more rationality he applied, the smaller and tinnier his reassurances sounded even within his own turbulent thoughts. Because if he was being fully honest, too many unanswered questions smothered the space around your conspicuous absence like a heady miasma.

In the end, it took less than fifteen minutes for Hisagi's meticulously leashed control to splinter and unravel completely. One moment he was perched in forceful repose, tendons in his neck corded with the effort of physically restraining each agitated inhale and exhale. The next, he was slamming his beer aside with a gruff oath, surging upright in a propulsive burst of motion.

"Nah, man...I can't do this waiting game anymore," he rasped, the words slipping out in a sandpaper tumult before he could reconsider them. Rough fingers found their way into his disheveled hair, laboriously kneading against his skull as if to physically extract the snarled hooks of disquiet burrowing ever deeper. "Need to make sure she's..."

Hisagi's jaw tensed before the rest could follow, unwilling to give vocal shape to the myriad unsettling scenarios cresting behind his shuttered eyes. Kira watched him wage his internal war with a strange look - frustration and concern seemingly canceling each other out behind the impassive mask of a consummate poker face.

The truth remained unspoken yet perfectly understood between them, however: When it came to you and the singular gravity well you exerted, Hisagi was utterly helpless against being consumed. And Kira, despite his surface-level reluctance, wouldn't dare deprive him of that pull towards his only fixed point in a sea of emotional upheaval.

A single nod and arched brow was all the tacit permission Hisagi needed before wheeling on his booted heel and propelling himself away. The thunderous tattoo of his footfalls reverberated through the hallway with purpose, only slowing once the staircase jutted into his path.

From there, Hisagi's gait lapsed into a silent, measured prowl - proceeding upwards with an almost predatory stealth, balanced on the balls of his feet to muffle every footfall. The carpet-muffled risers groaned quietly beneath his weight as he stalked higher and higher, following the thread of preternatural restlessness tugging at his very synapses.

Until finally, upon cresting the landing and orienting on the dimness of your closed bedroom door, Hisagi felt an infinitesimal shudder travel down his nape. As if the air itself had shifted from the leaden pall of vacancy into something...more textured. A stirring of delicate vibrations and indistinct fluttering caresses that prickled enticingly along his nerves.

At first, Hisagi discounted the subtle susurrus as imagination running rampant fueled by distraction and anticipation. Resolutely, he prowled the final few feet to plant himself directly before your bedroom threshold, jaw clenching in grim resolution.

Only for the strangest sensation to materialize in that airless gulf - a tantalizing distillation of the most high, keening feminine whimper ghosting across his consciousness like a gossamer inhalation of temptation itself. Hisagi stilled, uncertain if his distressed psyche was playing auditory tricks.

But then the indistinct shivering sounded again. More pronounced, clearer in the sudden tilt of his head and subtle flare of nostrils as he sought to funnel the lilting murmurings directly into his senses. Unmistakably shaping themselves into something more tangible, like a phantasmic finger unfurling beckoning tendrils of hushed invitation all around him...

The abraded, husky moan of his name shattered Hisagi's hard-won control in that gut-punched instant.

"Ah…Sh-Shuhei..."

His vision whited out briefly as those carnal syllables bowled him sideways like a physical concussive force. Distantly, he was aware of his boots carrying him those final few feet before thinking processes could even resume.

Of his palm gliding across the bedroom door as if magnetized, easing it smoothly inwards without so much as a perfunctory knock. Of being drawn inexorably into the honeyed lamplight's cocoon only to be met with the utterly devastating vision of you.

Hisagi felt the world narrow into laser focus the moment the bedroom door swung inward on silent hinges. All the ambient noise and peripheral distraction bled away until his entire being became hyper-attuned to you and you alone.

There you were, tangled among the rumpled bedsheets in a pose of such provocative disarray that it stole the very breath from his lungs. Even in the backlit glow from the solitary lamp, he could make out the delicious abandon written across your features.

Full lips parted wide on gasping pants...dark lashes fanning across feverish cheeks in stuttering flutters...the arch of your lithe body undulating with each tremor that ricocheted through your frame - a living sculpture of ecstatic desperation.

"Nnghh...Shuhei, please..."

The sound of your voice splintering around the gasped iteration of his name detonated something deep and profane in Hisagi's core. He felt the shudder wrack him from the inside out, a seismic tremor rattling the very foundations of his restraint. This...this was what he'd been subconsciously seeking, pulled towards by the same relentless gravity that held you as its cosmic center.

You didn't seem to register his presence at first, lost in the throes of whatever fevered reverie consumed your undulations. Hisagi remained rooted to the threshold, dissecting every glistening nuance and shiver that rippled across your gorgeously debauched form in sadistic detail.

He drank in the subtle shifting of fine bedsheets whispering across your sensitized skin...the kitten-soft mewls expiring from your punished throat with each measured arch...the unmistakable squelch of your delicate fingers working between the desperate part of your thighs, chasing that elusive crest...

A scalding groan shuddered up from deep in Hisagi's diaphragm before he could bite it back. The undisguised masculine rasp of it finally seemed to pierce whatever idyllic trance had momentarily spirited you away. Your eyes shot open in one dazed sweep of lashes, locking onto his hulking silhouette framed in the doorway.

For an endless, electrically charged beat, you both remained frozen - a portrait of debauchery witnessed at its most intimate, breath bating in sync through the throbbing quiet. Hisagi could see the subtle war between mortification and rapture playing out across your lush features. Cheeks burnished with fever-bright arousal and lips trembling on that same gossamer whimper that had lured him into your sanctuary like a siren's call.

Then, before rational thought could splinter the moment, you exhaled a single sighed word that erased any need for conscious decisions at all:

"...Stay."

The pleading rasp shivered down Hisagi's spine like the raking caress of temptation itself. He drank in the entreating, almost plaintive cast of your gaze, the subtle invitation curling your fingers in summons. A riptide of need so visceral it defied quantifying momentarily hollowed out his chest and stole rational thought.

Hardly aware of moving, Hisagi allowed his boots to carry him in languid strides to the bedside. He watched you track his progress with the same helpless hunger reflected back, dark eyes dilated and glassy. He felt the mattress dip as he lowered himself down on one knee beside you, then two.

Your scent permeated the air, heavy with the heady perfume of sweat and sex. Hisagi's nostrils flared, breathing deep that intoxicating miasma, the sweetest opium imaginable. Involuntarily, his hands lifted to trace the delicate bones of your ankles, gliding a path up to encircle each one and gently ease your knees apart.

It was only when his palms smoothed their way up along your inner thighs to cradle their trembling that Hisagi's mind truly registered the sight of you. You, quivering and wanton and utterly vulnerable beneath his callused touch, offering yourself up with a desperation that matched his own.

"Fuck...sweetheart," he groaned, feeling a jolt travel through your frame at the reverent address. "Do you have any idea how incredible you look right now? How fuckin' beautiful you are?"

A strangled whimper escaped your throat as Hisagi's thumbs drew maddeningly slow circles across the crease of your hip. "Shuhei...please, don't just..."

He shushed the rest with a single digit pressing against your lower lip, the action somehow simultaneously tender and dominant. "You've gotta tell me this is what you want, Y/N," Hisagi growled, the husky timbre of his voice betraying just how precarious his own restraint had become. "Cuz once I start touchin' you, I'm not gonna stop 'til I've had my fill. Until we're both satisfied and fucked out."

A breathless moan spilled from your lips at his words, a fresh wave of arousal gushing against his fingers where they teased along your entrance. "Yes...fuck, please, Shuhei. Need this...need you."

The last syllable scarcely faded into the charged air before you were hauling Hisagi down to crush your lips together in a bruising kiss. It was clumsy and messy and entirely lacking finesse - more a desperate mashing of flesh and tongue than a proper kiss. Still, the intensity of it sent a heady rush of dopamine flooding Hisagi's synapses.

He was vaguely aware of you shifting, reaching down to fumble the fastenings of his jeans loose, but the rest was a blur of sensation and instinct. He groaned as your soft palm wrapped around his aching erection, a guttural curse gritting out betwixt his teeth at the exquisite friction.

Before he could regain a modicum of his crumbling composure, you were hauling him upright onto the bed. Hisagi felt his boots get tugged free, followed swiftly by the rest of his clothes, and suddenly his bare chest was flush against the feverish heat of your own.

"Shit, Y/N..." Hisagi managed between desperate breaths, the sensation of your slick breasts against his torso momentarily scrambling his thoughts. He forced his eyes open just in time to feel you nudge him onto his back, the action surprisingly dominant for its timidity.

A wicked thrill shot through him at the sight of your darkly hooded gaze peering down, taking him in with such raw, unvarnished desire. Your hair cascaded in a tangled curtain around his face, blocking out the world as your thighs settled astride his waist.

"Fuck...just like that, beautiful," he rasped, a fresh shudder traveling his length at the feeling of your slick folds gliding over his sensitive head. "Let me feel how bad you need this. Let me take care of you."

With that, his hands slid down to grasp the gentle flare of your hips, guiding you to a perfect perch over his throbbing length. But rather than sheathing him in one smooth plunge, you instead took a moment to tease him through your dripping folds, painting him with a delectable layer of arousal.

Hisagi's eyes nearly rolled back at the feeling of your swollen clit dragging along his underside. You were soaking wet, absolutely drenched from your earlier teasing and the way his touch had lit your body ablaze. He could feel your pulse thrumming where you hovered above him, a matching throb to the rhythm pounding through his own veins.

"Fuckin' tease," Hisagi bit out, a rough chuckle rumbling through his chest. He'd meant it as a joke, but the way his hands tightened around your hips and guided you down an inch or so suggested his own control might be fraying just as badly.

A low, breathless moan shuddered from your throat at the sensation of him stretching your inner walls, spearing them wide on the thick head. A delicious sting radiated up through your core as you gradually eased him deeper, a little at a time, savoring every exquisite inch.

Hisagi could feel the tremble coursing through you, could sense the overwhelming pressure and stretch of his cock parting your velvety walls. His head fell back into the sheets with a ragged, guttural moan. "Fuck, baby, you're so tight. So fuckin' good...so wet and ready for me."

The praise seemed to spur something carnal within you. Hisagi felt your hips snap down, impaling you in one sharp thrust that stole the air from his lungs and made him see stars. It took all the strength left in his limbs not to come right then and there.

"Ah, fuck...fuck..." Hisagi grit out, jaw clenched as the last few inches finally sank home. His pelvis ground against the sensitive apex of your thighs, the sensation of his coarse hair and turgid skin rubbing against your clit threatening to shatter the last threads of his sanity.

Only once he was fully sheathed did you pause to relish the sensation, grinding down against him and savoring the fullness. A whimper slipped from your lips as the slight adjustment brought a new angle of pleasure, one that had Hisagi's head bumping your cervix with tantalizing friction.

"Nnghhh...so big," you managed on a shaky exhale, leaning back and bracing both hands on either of his thighs. The new position had you straddling his hips at an even steeper angle, his thick length seeming to reach deeper inside than ever.

The visual alone would've been enough to make him come right then and there - your lush breasts heaving on panting breaths, nipples taut and mouth-wateringly hard. But what truly sealed the deal was the sight of your stomach, slightly distended and bulging with the outline of his cock.

Hisagi's head reared up off the bed, eyes widening in shock and lust. He'd never seen anything quite so arousing in his entire life - the undeniable evidence of his girth parting you so exquisitely, molding your walls to his shape.

"Ah, fuck...goddamn, Y/N, look at you," he bit out, his hips giving an involuntary jerk at the sight. "That's fuckin' obscene...and so goddamn sexy, shit..."

His fingers slid up to grip the softness of your belly, caressing the swollen outline in reverent, worshipful sweeps. A shuddering moan spilled past your lips at the feeling, and he could've sworn your inner walls fluttered around him with the movement.

"So beautiful...so fuckin' gorgeous. Gonna have to do this again, have you ride my cock with this little bump," he growled, the last syllables punctuated by the sudden snap of his hips upwards.

"Ah! Fuck, Shuhei...do that again!" you gasped, nails digging into his thighs for purchase. The combination of his fingers caressing your swollen middle and the thick pressure grinding against your front wall was almost too much.

Hisagi could sense the change in tempo, could hear the way your moans had escalated into frantic mewls of desperation. You were close, teetering on that precipice with the same urgency he felt in his own loins. And so, when you leaned back and planted both hands on his chest, Hisagi was already prepared.

One swift, fluid thrust, and suddenly the pace shifted. Your hips began rolling and undulating with a wild abandon, riding him with a desperate rhythm that left his head spinning. All he could do was grasp your hips and hold on for dear life, watching rapt as you rode him for all he was worth.

"Fuck, just like that, baby...keep goin'...that's it, use me," he groaned, eyes rolling back at the sensation of his cockhead bottoming out on each upward stroke. "You look so fuckin' incredible right now...so close, shit, I can feel it. Gonna come all over my cock, aren't you?"

The dirty talk seemed to be the last thing needed to send you over the edge. Suddenly, a breathless shriek tore from your throat and the walls of your cunt clamped down so hard around his length that his vision whited out.

Hisagi watched, entranced, as the first rippling waves crashed through your form. You came apart in his arms with an unbridled ferocity that left him reeling. Each violent spray of arousal coating his lower abdomen was accompanied by a choked, ragged cry of ecstasy.

The feeling of you coming around him, the way your pussy sucked and massaged and milked him so expertly was enough to have Hisagi following right behind. One final thrust and he was burying himself to the hilt, head falling back as the first thick spurts painted the inside of your spasming walls.

"Ah...ah, fuuuuck..." Hisagi managed on a groan, eyes screwing shut as wave after wave of euphoria crashed through him. Distantly, he could sense you still rocking and undulating, coaxing him through his own release with an expertise that was almost frightening.

He could feel your fingers stroking the sweat-dampened hair away from his forehead, could sense the softness of your lips ghosting tender, loving kisses against his skin. Yet his mind remained trapped in the afterglow, savoring the blissful sensation of being utterly enveloped by your warmth.

Hisagi didn't realize how long he'd been laying there, sprawled against the tangled bedsheets, until your face swam into his view. Dark eyes glittered above flushed cheeks, the faintest sheen of sweat dotting your brow as you gazed down at him with unmistakable adoration.

"I’m pretty sure Izuru heard that. He's gonna be pissed," you murmured, the corners of your lips twitching upwards.

At the mention of his best friend, Hisagi felt his heart rate spike and his stomach give a guilty lurch. He was suddenly acutely aware of the fact that he'd just had sex with his best friend's sister, and that said best friend was likely waiting downstairs with a beer.

And yet, when he met your gaze, something about the mischievous sparkle in your eyes made him hesitate. You didn't look upset, or betrayed, or anything remotely close to the emotional meltdown he'd expected. In fact, you were smiling - a small, almost secretive smile.

"He’s gonna murder you, and I'm gonna help him hide the body," you said, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Hisagi returned the affection with a slow, lazy grin, still half-dazed. "Worth it," he breathed, tilting his chin up to claim your lips properly. "So, so worth it."

[brittscafe]

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.

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Sundae Tropes : Three's Company

A/N: Fic 1 of the Sundae Tropes Event! Some 69-ing for our 69 boys!

Sundae: Cookies And Cream With Sprinkles And Brownie Bits With Kensei And Shuhei = Marriage Pact + Threesome + 69

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Written for @j-u-u-z-o 🩷 I have to admit, a marriage pact and a threesome had me scratching my head for a bit but the plot kind of took over on it's own ^_^ Event masterlist | Vee's Masterlists

The bright sunlight was blinding as you made your way to your office, not looking forward to the day ahead. After last night’s disaster with your date and drinking your weight in sake, the mere thought of doing anything was daunting. The incessant pounding in your head like drum beats made you feel like there was a marching band in your skull. Sitting at your desk chair, you laid your head down on the wooden surface, wondering if you could catch a nap. Your eyelids start drooping, and you feel your body beginning to transition into a semblance of sleep before you hear footsteps coming your way.

“Good morning rookie!” As high energy as ever, Kensei stomps into your office, his loud, booming voice making your head throb. You groan and cover your ears, trying to hide your face.

“Why’d you do that?” you whine through the gaps between your arms as Kensei leans over your huddled form grinning.

“Brought ya coffee!” You hear a cup being placed near your head and groan softly. 

“Don’t want coffee,” you grumble, trying to find an angle to relieve the pounding in your head.

“Tsk tsk tsk…coffee is the best cure for a hangover. Drink up! Can’t have my contract wife incapacitated!”

“Your contract wife would like the day off.” You try to close the gaps between your arms by drawing them in closer. “And how’d you know I was hungover?”

“I could sense your alcoholic ass all the way from your quarters. Your reiatsu really doesn’t hide anything.”

“Creep.”

“Will you be calling me a creep when you end up marrying me someday?”

“Someday…if ever. I still have time to find someone you know.”

“Based on your current dating life, I don’t think you’ll last the 5 years we agreed on before getting married. You’ll be begging me to shorten the time on our marriage pact.”

“How rude. You think I can’t land someone?” You ask indignantly as you raise your head from the dark shelter of your arms only to feel dizzy and cause a nasty throbbing in your skull. You whimper and lay your head back down on the desk. Kensei sighs, then places a large hand at the base of your skull, squeezing, relieving the tension in your body. 

A sound of contentment leaves you as he does this, before massaging the back of your neck, then moving down to your shoulders. Typical Kensei. Always so tactile. You straighten up and let out a loud groan of relief before grabbing the cup of coffee and chugging it down.

“He stood me up taicho.” You admit softly as Kensei continues to work on your tight muscles. The throbbing in your head quiets slightly. 

“I figured as much.” His hands go back to the base of your skull and you feel your breath catch slightly as he threads his fingers through your hair before massaging your scalp, tugging on sections of your locks, stimulating the circulation back into your body. Little tingles begin in your scalp and creep down the back of your neck, then along your spine, delightfully sensual and tickly. 

There were reasons you had agreed on a marriage pact with Kensei, and the most basic one was that he knew how to balance out his love. He doled out tough love when he knew you could do better, but when at a limit he gave way to something a little softer and caring, like right now. There was a connection between you and Kensei that didn’t quite fit into any category, and it transcended beyond being his third seat. You two had an easy friendship and you never hesitated to tell the other anything. It was always unfiltered and raw with him. He had your back and you were fiercely loyal to him. Not just because he was your captain, but because you knew he’d never allow anything to hurt you.

The irony is that drinking is what caused the marriage pact to come into existence in the first place. Talks about how you were already his work wife and that it would be nice to find someone to settle down with eventually. Why not you? You had laughed, slapping him on the shoulder, spilling your drink because surely, he was joking right? He was your captain, the guy you sparred with and accompanied on scouting missions. But he fixed you with those brown eyes, carrying an intensity that hadn’t been there before. “Think about it,” he’d said before finishing his glass and taking you back to your quarters. 

Now here you were, marriage pact ready to go if neither of you found someone serious in 5 years. It was a strange thought at first but you got used to it. There was a sort of security in knowing that if all else failed, someone who knew you so well was there to ensure you got to experience marital bliss, something you didn’t realize you had not just wanted, but craved. 

“I wouldn't have stood you up you know.” Kensei brings your head in between both his large hands and gives a hard squeeze on both sides making you moan with relief. 

“Thank you. That's reassuring. At least if I marry you you won't leave me hanging.”

“Of course not.” You feel a twinge of disappointment as his hands leave your body but don’t complain, feeling your headache lessen. You sip more coffee as Kensei studies you, looking like he wished for more physical contact as well. 

A knock on the door breaks up the cozy atmosphere that was building in the office. “Come in,” you call out, and the door is pushed open by Hisagi, looking a little haggard despite how early it was in the morning. 

“Morning taicho, third seat,” He says politely before dropping off some files on your desk. “I need you to review these before they can be put away,” he says to you, then frowns at the fatigued look on your face. “Everything all right?”

“All fine,” Kensei answers gruffly, treating Hisagi with rough indifference, something you hadn’t understood. Hisagi rarely warranted half the criticism Kensei threw at him. “Our third seat is a little hungover,” he adds for context.

“Ah.” Hisagi shoots you a sympathetic glance. “I hope it goes away fast.”

“Thank you fukutaicho,” you mumble and take another gulp of caffeine. “I’ll finish these soon.”

“Appreciate it.” Hisagi bows to Kensei and takes his leave.

“The boy is always behind on work,” he remarks, staring at the closed door. You tsk at him.

“We’re all behind on work taicho. You’re too mean to him. He’s your lieutenant after all.”

“Am I? I thought I was just pushing him to be better.”

You snort at his words. “Oh please. You borderline bully him. He only puts up with it because he respects you.”

Kensei considers your words. “But he keeps barging in on me all the time. The office, texting me, it’s a lot.”

“Isn’t that typical though? All lieutenants do that. Captains and lieutenants are attached at the hip. You’re being unkind.”

“Unkind?” Kensei looks genuinely hurt. “Does my contract wife think I’m unkind?”

You giggle at his downtrodden expression. “Just be less harsh on him. It’s not hard.”

“I suppose I could be,” Kensei relents, stroking his chin thoughtfully, “And I guess I should be thankful you don’t mind him barging in on me at all times of the day. After all, if you do marry me, it’ll be like you’re marrying Shuhei as well.”

“Huh?” You stare blankly at him.

“Like you said, captains and lieutenants are attached at the hip. If you were my wife, you’d have to get used to Shuhei barging in on us all the time, no matter what time of day.”

You let his words sink in, and realize it’s not far from the truth. You would have to get used to Hisagi being a constant presence no matter what the circumstances were.

“I guess…you’re right. Marrying you would kind of be like marrying him also.”

“And all things considered, wouldn’t you want to be sure you’re satisfied with all aspects of this possible future marriage with me?”

“What aspects are we talking about?” You ask this cautiously because there seemed to be something he was implying. 

“All of them…including sex.” 

You choke on your coffee and hastily cover your mouth with your sleeve. Kensei looks calmly at you while you splutter and recover from the initial shock.

“You want us…to sleep together. You and me?”

“Well, you, me, and Shuhei.”

You gape at him, suddenly feeling shy, a blush creeping into your cheeks. The three of you? Having sex? Now that the idea was on the table, you can’t help but imagine how that would be. Hisagi was attractive in a different way than Kensei. Stoic and edgy-looking, but he still exuded raw sexuality. You would’ve been lying if you said you hadn’t thought about Hiasgi before. But he had a major crush on Matsumoto and you didn’t want to get mixed up with someone who had feelings for someone else. 

An unexpected shiver runs down your spine at the thought though. Kensei…and Hisagi. Together. In your bed. All over you. You shake your head and try to speak sensibly. 

“Taicho…with all due respect. Have you lost your mind?”

Kensei grins at your reaction before responding. “Didn’t you admit to me a threesome was something you hoped to experience at least once in your life?”

“Damn it,” you hiss under your breath. You had to quit drinking with him. Damn bastard remembered everything. The more tipsy he got, somehow the better his memory became. 

“I understand sleeping with you. But Hisagi?” 

Unbidden, another image of 3 sets of limbs tangled on a bed comes into your mind and you try to push it away again. 

“I want my potential future wife to be satisfied. And that includes letting her explore her sexual fantasies. But Shuhei is the only one I’d trust with something like this.”

Your mouth goes dry and you try to laugh it off. “What makes you think Hisagi would even be open to this?”

“He’s not seeing anyone right now. I doubt he's getting laid, the way he keeps fawning over Matsumoto every given second. And why wouldn’t he be interested? A pretty girl like you? He’d better consider himself blessed that I’m being generous and sharing you.”

“I just…hadn’t considered…”

“Sleeping with me before we actually got married?” he finishes shrewdly.

“Exactly! I mean, we’re still captain and subordinate. And I get that if we were dating this would be normal but to do it like this …”

“Are you worried the sex will be bad?” he asks teasingly. “Because I guarantee you it won’t be.”

“No! It’s not that. I’m just-I’m-I-” You take a few deep breaths to calm your nerves, feeling suddenly overwhelmed and embarrassed. Kensei quickly envelopes you in his arms and squeezes tightly.

“Calm down. It’s ok. I only threw out the suggestion because I feel like you should make sure this marriage pact will fulfill everything you’re hoping for, even though we haven’t dated. And there’s no pressure. I promise I won’t let it affect our professional relationship. And you don’t have to sleep with both of us. Or even me if you don’t want to.”

He rocks you back and forth and the motion soothes you. Swallowing, you look up at him. “Promise you won’t be weird? And poor Hisagi…”

“Hisagi will be grateful I’m asking him at all. Don’t worry. No one is going to mention this outside of our personal lives.”

When you still look unconvinced, Kensei rests his cheek on top of your head. “You know I didn’t ask you for a marriage pact just because it’s convenient right?” You had hoped that wasn’t the case, that there was more to it than you being available to him. 

“Of course, there’s the most basic reason and that is, we’re comfortable around each other. We just vibe. But I also think you’re beautiful. Sexy. I sometimes wonder what you’ll look like in the throes of passion. So I am not joking when I say I’m putting everything on the table. Because at the end of these 5 years, if you do end up marrying me, I want you to do it knowing I’ll indulge any thought you might have, no matter how unconventional they may seem to you.”

His forearms rest on top of yours. “You never have to worry about it with me.”

Calming down at his words, you lean back against his chiseled chest. “Ok. Yes, a threesome is something I was hoping to experience.” 

Kensei grins widely. “I’ll talk to Shuhei. But don’t ever tell him I said I trust him.” 

You laugh and nod in agreement.

A few days pass before Kensei brings up the topic with you again, letting you know Hisagi had consented and blushed like a virgin when he was asked. 

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

���Be gentle with her Shuhei,” Kensei warns as he locks your bedroom door. You could hardly believe this was happening, both of these gorgeous men standing in your room, everyone tingling with the keen knowledge of what was going to happen. You can’t hide your enthusiasm, even though everyone is still fully clothed, you feel moisture gathering between your folds at the idea of what’s to come. 

“I will,” Hisagi murmurs before settling next to you on the bed.

Kensei sits on your other side. “Hey, let us take care of you hmm?” he asks. You nod, feeling like your tongue has turned into a lump of clay, unable to form sentences. Kensei tips your face up to his by your chin.

“What’s the safe word?”

“Hollow.”

“Don’t hesitate to use it, ok?” He pets your hair, and you feel like every stroke was setting off a synergy of desire in the pit of your stomach. “We’ll be gentle. Give us direction if you need to.”

“And let yourself relax,” Hisagi adds. “Enjoy this experience. Your first threesome”

You wet your lips. Kensei continues petting your hair before his hands slide down your arms reassuringly, leaning down to give you a soft kiss. Your first kiss with Kensei…you take in the feel of his lips, strong and patient against yours, his tongue, his taste, and feel like you were melting into a puddle of desire on the floor. Kensei, so tough and rugged on the exterior, felt so different now, showing you the kind of tenderness you could expect if you were his wife. You let him take his time, seducing you with gentle persuasion. 

Hisagi skims his fingers along the neckline of your yukata, before stringing small kisses down the side of your neck, nibbling the sensitive flesh, sending skitters of electricity down your body, causing your belly to fill with heat. Kensei’s large hands wander lower and undo the sash of your yukata. 

You gasp softly as air hits your naked body, nipples already peaked and pebbled from the kisses. You look up shyly at Kensei who’s drinking in your features with hazy eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says huskily, cupping a breast in his palm, kneading the soft flesh, making you pant. A strangled noise of surprise leaves you as Hisagi lowers his head and captures your free nipple with his mouth, suckling gently, the sensation making your body feel like jello, and causing your clit to throb with need. 

“Mhm…” you sigh your pleasure as they both work on you, strong and patient, feeling their calloused hands steadily bring up your arousal. 

“Like that baby?” Kensei’s deep, husky, voice cuts through the fog in your brain, his hand tantalizingly playing with your breast, massaging the squish of it, the pad of his thumb moving over your nipple in circles.

You manage to nod, then stifle a groan as Kensei lowers his head and swirls the hardened peak into his mouth. The wetness on both your breasts, the different sensations from both of their mouths and tongues was something you hadn’t quite been able to imagine, Kensei going for more sucking and pulling while Hisagi was softer, the tip of his tongue flicking back and forth across your nipple. It felt like your body was being tugged in two different directions, the fantasy of being taken both softly and roughly at the same time coming alive like a fever dream.

Your fingers tangle in both their hair, keeping them latched to your breasts, feeling the blood rush through you, making you shiver from the sensations. Your sex throbs and spasms, and you feel impatient heat gathering in your belly, wanting more. 

Kensei leaves your breast to lick and kiss up your body, coming to the slope of your neck which you arch to give him better access, feeling the tempting nibble of his teeth, your fingers curling into the sheets as your grip on reality begins to fade. To your dismay, you feel Shuhei also move away from you, a sound of protest leaving your throat before you realize both of them are starting to lean you back, your body coming in contact with the bed, yukata spreading apart at your sides. 

“What an angel,” Shuhei whispers with a mischievous smile, tilting your face up by your chin, before leaning down to give you a kiss, his free hand running leisurely across your body, stroking your abdomen as Kensei tickles your inner thigh, his warm palm coming to rest on your mound, squeezing the fatty flesh as his tongue sweeps across your nipples.  

Your body reacts instinctively, hips bucking to provide friction as your clit rubs against the heel of his palm, your noises of satisfaction swallowed by Hisagi’s patient mouth. 

“That’s it…nice and easy sweet girl…” Kensei purrs at you while you continue to grind against his hand. He wedges the heel a little more firmly against your folds, your hardened bud now coming into direct contact with his hand as you shamelessly humped to satisfy the craving. 

Hisagi licks the shell of your ear, sinking his teeth into the upper curve, making you gasp,  before whispering, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yeah…” The word comes out breathlessly as heat and tension start coiling in your belly, your core dripping from all the attention. Hiasgi’s hands come back down to your breasts and begin to massage them, holding your nipples captive and rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. You feel your clit throb in tandem with the motions as you use Kensei’s hand, the dual stimulation from both of them causing your insides to melt, liquid heat filling your being as your mind becomes an insatiable blob of need. 

“Why are you both still dressed?” The question falls from your lips as your core flutters around nothing, the coil in your belly threatening to snap. 

The question makes both of them chuckle. “As the lady wishes,” Hisagi says in a gravelly tone, and to your pleasured delight, both of them undress and your eyes feast on the glorious muscles and toned structure of both their bodies, cocks erect and waiting for attention. Your mouth waters and as they settle back down on either side of you, your hands reach out automatically, taking an erection in each, pumping and stroking, your arousal heightening as they both collectively draw in sharp breaths.

“Fuck…impatient were you?” Kensei grins as you play with the heated velvet of his cock, enjoying the girth of it while Hisagi’s was lengthy, your hand taking longer to go up and down his shaft. Both were veiny and throbbing with need. Without thinking, your head dips down to lick Kensei’s leaking tip, tasting the salty precum beading at the opening while continuing to pump Hisagi’s length.

“Shit…” Kensei lets out a growl as Hisagi sucks in a harsh breath. Your tongue swirls around his cockhead, lightly putting the tip of your tongue into the slit, causing Kensei to his and buck his hips. Milky droplets formed and dripped continuously from Hisagi’s dick, and you turn your head to catch them, sampling him before giving him a tiny kitten lick that drew a needy groan from his lips. 

“Can’t make up your mind sweetheart?” Kensei asks teasingly as you refuse to let go of him but also don’t back away from Hisagi’s length, taking as much of him as you can into your mouth. 

Hisagi grits his teeth as your soft, wet mouth teases his tip before sucking down his length. You feel fingers gathering into your hair, controlling the speed as you bob up and down, a hum of pleasure arising from the back of your throat. Hisagi is seeing stars when you finally let go of him, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock. 

Kensei watches the scene unfold, his eyes darkening with lust; your lovely naked body on display, legs parted wantonly, a little patch of wetness forming on the gusset of your panties. He runs a finger along the line of moisture before hooking his finger into the fabric and pushing it aside to reveal your pussy, arousal seeping from the folds. He uses his thumb again, so wide and textured, placing it on your clit and drawing little figure eights over it.

Distracted, you pull away from Hisagi, moaning at the slick pleasure, your innermost dirty fantasy coming to life, Kensei between your legs, and Hisagi shivering, desperate to feel the hot moisture of your mouth again. Kensei slips his middle finger into your sopping entrance, followed by the ring, before laying his tongue over your clit, laving the little bundle of nerves with controlled precision. 

Your moans have a desperate edge to them now, hips bucking against the sinful movements Kensei is making and Hisagi takes advantage of your open mouth to slip his cock back in, thrusting just enough to make your eyes water. You fondle his balls, hanging low and heavy, earning a guttural grunt from him as he struggles not to overwhelm you. 

 It doesn’t take long before you cum on Kensei’s tongue, your shrill calls muffled by the cock in your mouth, pussy and clit spasming simultaneously in orgasmic relief. Hisagi quickly pulls out and starts palming himself, looking at you with heavy-lidded eyes full of lust, trying to stave off his climax. 

Your mind is in a fog, still reeling from orgasm, so you don’t protest as Hisagi and Kensei begin to reposition themselves, until you find yourself laying down on Hiasgi’s body in reverse, your dripping sex now almost touching his face while his cock stands at the perfect angle for you to take it into your mouth.

“Rise up on your knees a little baby,” Hisagi’s voice instructs you as he pats the sides of your legs. In a trance, you listen hypnotically, raising your weight, trying not to feel shy as Hisagi’s fingers spread apart the folds of your pussy like flower petals, reveling in the glaze your pussy has from its recent orgasm, feeling intoxicated by the tang of arousal and need. “You smell so good…” The tip of Hisagi’s nose enters your opening as he inhales and you squirm, embarrassment rising, as he shushes you amusedly. 

Kensei’s large hand rests on the curve of your ass, squeezing, before drawing your cheeks apart, looking at the view. “All pink and pretty and nice,” he murmurs. “Shuhei, check her.”

You gasp in surprise as Hisagi inserts his fingers into you, fingers reaching into you and scissoring, your still sensitive pussy jolting with pleasure.

“Ready,” Hisagi confirms, withdrawing and using the gathered moisture to rub at your clit, causing you to buck and bring your pussy right on his face.

“Relax baby,” Kensei runs his hands down your back, shoulders to ass, calming you down. “Don’t be tense…this is all fun, remember?” He presses warm kisses between your shoulder blades and makes his way down, and you sigh, trusting them with your care. Hiasgi laps at your slickened bud delicately, the feeling soft and undemanding. You whimper and then take his cock into your mouth, letting your desires act out for you, enjoying the way Hisgai also moans as you pleasure each other.

You squeak as Kensei adjusts you slightly, grabbing your hips and raising you a little higher so that your weight is on your toes, then before you can understand what is happening, his tip touches your leaking hole and pushes in. He stretches you so deliciously, filling the empty space that had been craving for something to grasp. Your noises of pleasure reverberate against Hisagi’s cock and as Kensei begins to thrust, the tip of his cockhead angling so that it hits your G-spot, you feel the edges of your vision beginning to fade. 

So this was what marriage to Kensei would be like, your remaining brain cell thinks to itself, as you lazily lick and suck Hisagis’s dick, while he continues working on your clit. Their combined sensations are overwhelmingly gratifying and you know you wouldn’t last long against both of them. 

“Enjoying that cock?” Kensei’s voice teases from above you. “I guess you can’t really tell me which one,” he chuckles before playfully slapping your ass. You giggle against the meat in your mouth and continue bobbing your head, Hisagi groaning against your pussy as he controls himself from cumming. “Almost there?” Kensei asks, taking cues from your movements.

“Mm-hmm,” you manage to mumble, unwilling to leave Hisagi. 

“Good…let it happen…” Kensei fucks into you with a consistent rhythm, Hisagi matching his tongue to go at the same pace. Hisagi grits his teeth together, feeling hot and flushed, while Kensei is barely holding back his grunts of pleasure, all three of you driving each other to the end. 

As your second orgasm of the night hits, you feel Kensei’s cock twitch and spasm inside you, feel the gush of warm liquid coat your inner walls as he spills his seed into you, and at the same time, Hisagi shoots bullets of sticky cum into your throat. You pull back to swallow, some of it dripping back down on the sides of cock, pooling into his dark hair.

You sigh in relief and rest your cheek on Hisagi’s hip as Kensei pulls out of you.

“How was it?” Kensei moves towards your head and grabs you under the arms, pulling you up the bed and cradling you against his chest as he leans back on the pillows. Hisagi cleans himself off before joining you as well. 

“It was really good.” You lay comfortably between both of them, Hisagi gently stroking your arm, Kensei supporting your weight. “Like, amazing.”

Both the men chuckle approvingly. “Glad to hear it third seat.” Hisagi pats your ass with affection, making you blush.

“Hey now Shuhei, don’t just go patting my future wife’s ass without permission now,” Kensei almost barks the words but you can hear the humor in them. “And for future reference, no uncommunicated sex. That goes for both of you,” he adds. “I want to be there every time.”

“Of course taicho,” you agree, and Hiasgi hums in acceptance. You raise your head inquiringly, and Kensei arches an eyebrow.

“Yes?”

“Maybe…we could cut it down from 5 years?”

Kensei’s roaring laugh fills the bedroom and you and Hisagi join in, knowing this won’t be the last time this happens. 

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[imaginingbleach]

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.

[husbandograveyard]

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

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

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

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

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

And yet. 

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

And yet. 

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

“So… we’re not a couple now, right?” 

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

“No.. we aren’t.” 

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

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

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

“Agreed.” 

Then more silence. 

“That sounded awkward” 

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

“I know." 

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

“Fuck, we are idiots.” 

“that we are.” 

“But we’re still friends, right?” 

“Of course”

[katsuma6]

Arrrruuugghhhhh

I want to write a Shuhei fic so bad but I'm terrified nobody will read it and I also have no idea what trope to write...

[seneon]

🎱 .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

© SENEON 2024 DARK ENTRIES ♰ DO NOT ALTER.

[muzansfangs]

Bloodstain.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; mention to Gin Ichimaru, Kaname Tosen, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Nnoitra Gilga, Shuhei Hisagi, Orihime Inoue, Ichigo Kurosaki, Masaki Kurosaki, Uryu Ishida, Isshin Kurosaki, Ulquiorra Cifer and Haschwalth Jugram;

Format: multi-chapters story;

Warnings for this chapter: nsfw, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, dirty talk, body worship, dom!Aizen, sub!reader, oral sex (reader!receiving), hair pulling, domestic life, fake dating, dirty fantasies, violence, gore, blood, bruises, death threats, mutual pining;

Plot: Taking care of Mrs. Watanabe’s daughter is not hard. Trying to appear like a couple in front of her bright eyes is a completely different story, though. The pent up frustration building up throughout the day eventually explodes. The desire to have you, to touch you again, to be one with you is driving Sosuke insane. You are too tempting for him and the way you take care of children, surely, is not helping.

N.B: I had to split the chapter in two parts. Some of the warnings belong to the second part!

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𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

A sunny morning and a six-year-old girl standing at your front door, curiously staring up at you with her leaf green eyes, indicated the beginning of a new day. The storm had passed on through the night and the warm rays of the sun kissing your face had gently waken you up from your slumber. Albeit you had agreed on sleeping next to Sosuke, by the time you had come back to your senses, he was not there. His side of the bed was empty, the sheets cool. Probably, he had waken up a couple of hours earlier, leaving you to a well-deserved rest. A noble gesture, considering who he was.

Eyes landing on your lap, you had noticed your nightgown was immaculate and still on. The bed was not messed up and the blanket was securely wrapped around your waist. He had been a man of honor, keeping his promise of not touching you more than it was strictly necessary. Sleeping in his arms was surely not something you should have done, but he was the only one who could help you to find rest whilst a storm raged outside. Thinking about it, in the past, beside your late mother, no one else had ever slept by your side, silently comforting you. No one had ever done it but him. It was ridiculous.

After taking a quick shower and changing into a flowery sundress, you had entered the kitchen only to find him sitting on the stool with a novel and a cup of tea in front of him. Sosuke had glanced up at you, not a word leaving his mouth, as you made yourself some coffee and begrudgingly muttered a ‘Good morning’.

He hummed as a response and you took it as a sign it was better to end off whatever small conversation you could muster with him. Not even ten minutes later, you had heard the doorbell ring and there you were now: locking eyes with a small version of the hellish Mrs. Watanabe. A prettier one, actually. The woman had not even bothered to show up at your door, she had simply left her daughter there and had made her getaway. For once, you were glad she had opted for being rude. Beholding the sight of her face early in the morning would have probably made you throw up your breakfast.

“Good morning, Aoi. — you greeted the girl with a mild voice, leaning slightly down to her eye level — You’ve grown up since the last time I’ve seen you”.

The girl blinked, holding her plushie to her chest “The paediatrician said I’m two inches taller than I was seven months ago”.

You smiled softly, stepping aside to let her enter your flat “Ah, I see! Let’s go inside, come on” you chimed, watching as the small girl trotted inside your house, familiar with the environment by now. She was better than her obnoxious mother and you really hoped she was going to be the opposite of that snake with a raven bob and high-necked dresses. It was impossible to predict how she would have turned out to be, but you had promised yourself to mold her into a sweet and loving girl in the time you spent with her.

Closing the door behind you two, you watched as Aoi stood in the middle of the living room, tilting her head to the side almost puzzled. It was almost like the little girl sensed something was off. Following her gaze, you realized she was looking directly at Sosuke, now occupying the entry to the kitchen with his lean frame. He seemed disinterested, hands into his pockets as he shifted his gaze from the child to you. For some reason, your mouth went dry. You had no idea of what was going on inside his head, but you hoped he wanted to keep on acting as a normal man and ‘your boyfriend’ in front of the witch’s offspring. Aoi was young, but old enough to innocently tell her mother the truth about your relationship with Sosuke.

Therefore, here you were, heart pumping hard in your chest and pleading eyes boring into Sosuke’s ones. It was almost like you were begging him not to let you down now. And, surprisingly, he did not.

“Who are you?” Aoi asked him, causing you to hold your breath in anticipation.

“I’m Sosuke. — he introduced himself, soothing tone caressing your skin — I’m Y/N’s boyfriend”.

You detested the lie he had come up with to justify his presence in your house, yet you were glad he was sticking up to the original plan right now. He was more collaborative than you had expected him to be. Sosuke was still himself, arrogant and sneaky. Despite that, he was apparently blending into the human society better than you had imagined.

You released a breath you had not realized you were holding at the sound of his words and he had not failed to notice how your shoulders had relaxed, hand now patting the small girl’s back as you motioned for her to go sit in the couch.

“Really? But I never saw you with her. Where were you?” Aoi piped out, panic washing over you again as the kid ignored you, fascinated by the new man in your living room.

Sosuke’s eyes flitted from the child to you, proud to be the one who had to somehow pull you out of that mess “I was out of town for work. I have decided to move in as soon as I have come back” he shortly said, Aoi’s eyes growing round as she listened to your former enemy in sheer interest.

“Oh! What do you do for a living?”.

Gosh, she was nothing like her mother, but that hag had taught her well how to be a noisy pest at times. More details and lies you two had to invent the harder it would have been not screwing up.

“He’s a cr—”you blurted out, but the rest of the words died on your tongue upon realizing you were going to label him as a criminal. Colors drained from your face, Sosuke’s eyebrow quirking up to come up with a remedy to your idiotic inclination to speak without thinking.

“Cricket player. I’m a cricket player”.

This was not what you expected him to say. Out of the vast list of works existing, he had really chosen a peculiar one. You palmed your forehead, turning around not to look at him. Aoi, on the other hand, gasped and enthusiastically asked more questions.

“O my God, so you have a horse?”.

Sosuke did not even hesitate to provide the curious human more informations “Oh, I do. I have recently bought this new specimen. It’s a female and incredibly stubborn. It’s hard taming her, but I’m confident I’ll eventually succeed” he cooed, the hair behind your neck standing whilst your brain registered his smooth talk and rationalized the true meaning behind them.

He was definitely walking on thin ice. Knowing you had to keep up a syrupy lovestory not to plant doubt in the kid’s mind, he had resolved to send you messages for you to read between the lines. How badly you wished you could just hit him with a frying pan and kick him out of your house. Instead, you had to turn around and display a sympathetic smile at him.

“Alright, enough about his job! Why don’t you sit there and tell me what you’d like to do today?” you chimed in, blocking Aoi’s view on the special threat without even sparing him a glance. You could feel his gaze on you, boring holes on your back as if he was firing a gun. He was right about a thing, summarizing his impression on you: you were hard to tame. Going down without a fight was not in your style. He could ask Haschwalth Jugram about that, but considering he was dead he could always ask Uryuu Ishida to make a detailed report about your battle.

Aoi blinked and hummed, the index of her small hand playing with her lower lip thoughtfully “The beach”.

“The beach?” you repeated, bending down to her eye level.

“Yep! There is going to be a competition of some kind! I wanna go, please, please! My mommy never lets me go to play in the sand” the small girl piped out, her pigtails swaying around her visage with every little stomp of her feet.

You were not hellbent to pander to the kid’s whims. You had been dealing with children on your own after Masaki’s tragic death. Ichigo was not really a capricious boy, the even younger girls neither. However, you had learned how to moderate your inclination to give them the world after their mother’s loss. Clearly unhappy and lost, they needed someone to guide them and humour them. This is what you did, in the end. Aoi was not spoiled. She had nothing, besides a very strict and a non-affective mother looking after her. A little treat could not do any harm.

The situation was risky, though. Could you trust Sosuke enough to let him tag along to a most likely overcrowded beach? With every passing second, your temptation to go back to the Soul Society and evirate Shunsui increased notably. He had ruined your life.

You clicked your tongue, shooting a side-eye to an impassive Sosuke towering over you from behind. He did not mumble a single word, arms folding against his chest as you stood back up and hurried him out of the living room. Aoi watched you two with her big doe eyes, hoping you were going to make her small wish come true. Your heart clenched in your chest, gifting her a small and genuine compassionate smile, before you cornered Sosuke in the dark corridor.

“What are your intentions? What the Hell do you think you are doing?” you asked him, jabbing a finger at his sternum to emphasize your question.

“I am not doing any harm, detective”.

“You know very well what I am talking about. A cricket player, a stubborn horse, the hard taming deal. — you reminded him, gaze hardening just by watching him wearing a placid smile you had grown so familiar with — Quit it”.

Sosuke grinned “Oh, really? Whose fault is it? Were you not about to address me as a criminal? You never lose the habit of acting on your impulses. You truly are a feisty animal, after all” he taunted you, hand reaching for his eye-patch in the pocket of his trousers to latch it behind his nape and cover his eye.

You gawked, balling your hands into fists down your sides, nails digging onto your palms to resist the urge to slash his handsome face in the presence of an innocent child waiting for you to make her day.

“That’s what you are. — you hissed through gritted teeth, deciding to ignore the fact he was right to some extent — Now, before going back to Aoi, I will give you a small advice: don’t you dare to ruin her day out”.

Sosuke paused, glancing at the child playing with her plushie back in the living room. She was good-mannered, innocent. Not a complete nuisance “You are overprotective of that kid”.

“Her mother is a bitch. I have never seen her hug her daughter, or show affection to her. If I can somehow give Aoi a break, I am more than willing to do so” you explained, following his gaze with a softer tone accompanying your actions.

“You have a thing for misfits”.

You turned to look at him, furrowing your brows perplexedly “Excuse me?”.

“First, Grimmjow and Ulquiorra. Then Shuhei. This kid here and now me. You can’t blame me for thinking you have a tendency of taking care of broken hearts and outcasts” he said, not even bothering to look back at you, before sauntering back to Aoi to announce you were indeed going spend the day on the beach.

When Gin harshly tugged at the shackles binding your hands together, you stumbled forwards. It was a measure you had never been subjected to. Aizen had told you it was temporary, just to send a message to the ravenous army of Espada craving your head, or wanting to put their hands on you to reduce you to the brand new plaything of Las Noches.

He had sent Gin Ichimaru to pick you up from your quarters. You had never trusted that man, that sly, creepy grin of his sent frissons over your skin every time you bumped into him. He had almost killed you back in the Soul Society. If you had not died back then, it was for shameless luck and Aizen’s healing spells. You often wondered what would have happened to you, if the Captain crossing roads with you was not him. He had this different way of dealing with you, this certain respect you refused to believe was genuine, given his betrayal. Looking back at it, you were glad he had never actually tried to kill you. It was irrational, but you had a feeling he felt some connection with you. Perhaps, you were just being delusional.

“You are hurting me” you hissed, glaring up at the willowy man guiding you down the monotonous, sterile corridors of Las Noches. He was conducting you to Aizen and the former Captain of the Ninth Division to join the incoming meeting as a guest.

For some reason, Aizen had requested your presence. He had refused to abide to your plea to let you stay in your bedroom. He wanted you there and you surely did not wish for his wrath to rain down on you upon defying him further.

“Oh, I apologize! Aizen-sama will not be pleased to know I have bruised those wrists of yours, I guess. — he sang, his mawkish tone earning a snort from you — Shall I feel a sting of remorse for what I have done? I mean, hurting a sweet girl you don’t even know could be convicted as pretty mean by the mankind. Am I right?”.

You halted, realizing he had stopped walking as well. The ominous clink of the chains dragging along the polished floor underneath your feet contributed to set off a chilling atmosphere around you two. You could not see Gin’s face, but you could tell he was probably reminiscing something. There was a double-meaning he was masterly concealing behind his typical brisk monologues. You had a feeling there was a deeper intent and message behind those words spoken in a desolate area of the castle.

“Some men out there hurt people and don’t even bother apologizing. — he stated, whipping his head towards you — They kill, mutilate, do pretty gory actions to lonely, lovely girls. But you know, Kurosaki, today I’m in a good mood and, to be honest, I’m not quite as bad as you may think I am” he stated, before walking over to you and grasping your wrists to inspect the damage.

You straightened your back, allowing him to chant what you had learned was a healing kidō to mend the bruised skin. Now that he had stopped rambling, you wanted to hear more from him.

“What are you hinting to?” you boldly asked him.

Gin smirked “I was just philosophizing”.

“Did someone hurt—”.

“Thin ice, Y/N-chan. — he suddenly hushed you, his fox eyes opening even so slightly to pin you on the spot — You are lucky to have someone watching your back. To be honest, I would like to hurt you, but I can’t do it. Now, don’t take me for someone who would be devoured by regrets for having hurt a woman. The only regret I have is not having finished you back in the Soul Society”.

Your blood ran cold and you expected his blade to pierce your heart, but the moment he turned around and tugged at the chains again you felt glad this torture was over. The sooner you were in the company of your worst enemy, the better. Once again, you found yourself wishing he was there with you, because you were absolutely certain he would have never hurt you. This man here, however, was on another level. He wanted you dead and, despite some Arrancars and Espada had told you the same, you could feel all of his hatred blanketing you like snow covering the ground. There was a thirst for vendetta in his actions that made you freeze on the spot.

You were so vulnerable without your blade. You wondered when you would have been able to snatch it away. It had been two weeks without training. You could sense your sword calling for you, but you could not just enter Aizen’s quarters so easily. You, the older Kurosaki, the independent girl who had never relied on anyone, were hoping day and night for your brother to save you. But he never came. He was not there and, regrettably, you wished you had not so selflessly swapped places with Orihime Inoue. Lost into self-deprecation, you had not realized Gin had stopped walking until you ended up bumping onto his back.

Sighing, you distanced yourself from him, only to meet a pair of chestnut brown eyes already transfixed on you. Aizen Sosuke stood right before you, next to him Kaname Tosen. Chills ran down your spine, when Gin roughly pushed you towards him, but this time you did not trip, much to his dismay. Delicately, Lord Aizen grasped your chin, inspecting your face. He always did that, checking on you as if he really cared about your health. Usually, you knew better than protesting, but you already knew what was going to happen this time.

Two days without seeing him and you had a small purple bruise on your cheekbone. Your stomach churned, his eyes turning as cold as ice.

“Who?”.

“It’s not even visible. It doesn’t hurt” you replied, turning your head to the side to slip away from his fingers. Such a pity he roughly grasped your jaw harder, tipping your head up to force an unbearable eye-contact. There was no hiding from him, especially when the matter concerned your safety.

“Someone has dared to hurt my guest in my castle. I’m legitimized to demand you to give me a name” he stated calmly but firmly, the air around you shifting to gloomy and asphyxiating. Tosen and Gin tensed, awaiting for you to quench Aizen’s thirst for blood. Yet, you failed their expectations.

You were sick and tired of gory battles and violence. Nnoitra deserved pain and sufferings. However, this was not Aizen’s battle. This was yours. You had promised yourself to make that bastard pay for his arrogance and perverse sense of superiority with your own blade. But while Aizen would have taken his life, you aspired to simply put him back into place.

You shook your head “It doesn’t concern you”.

The man before you arched a dark eyebrow, his grip on your jaw loosening as he rested his hand on the top of your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze “Don’t play mind games with me. I perfectly know why you’re hesitating to reveal the culprit’s name. You just fear to witness to what I may do to him”.

His words resonated in your head as you pressed your lips together and scoffed, forcing yourself not to add more details, to confirm his inklings. The moment he was about to press you again with more questions, an Arrancar materialiazed a few feet away from you two. Eyes downcast, knees planted onto the ground, the Hollow belonged to the newly promoted lower ranks. His aura was far from threatening and you could actually sense distinct waves of terror radiating from him.

Aizen shot him a cold glance “Speak” his baritone voice commanded, just as he took a hold of the chains binding your hands together to nudge towards the exit.

“The Espada are assembled and waiting for you, Lord Aizen” the Arrancar meekly announced, but the sound propagating in the corridor as soon as he pronounced his last word made you zone out. What was that?

Bones breaking, organs exploding, maybe. All you knew, as Aizen walked you to the spacious living room, was that something viscous and crimson red colored was splattered over the wall and on your white, pristine dress. Blood, it was blood you could not wipe away from your clothes and face as he urged you away from the crime scene. You could feel it drip down the column of your throat, cling onto the luxurious fabric of the uniform as your eyes landed on the Espada inspecting you in sheer curiosity.

You kept your head high, spacing out, completely ignoring Aizen rambling about his plot schemes. What had just happened was nothing but him showing you what kind of treatment would have fallen upon the Espada who had harmed you.

To catch your attention was Aizen’s spiritual pressure bending Grimmjow’s knees, squashing him onto the ground. People snickered, amused by the scene as the man flexed his power on him. No, no, you could not allow any more violence, you could not withstand it.

Dashing before Grimmjow, shielding him from Aizen’s sight, you winced as the chain yanked you back towards your captor. Your skin burned where the metal unforgivingly bit your flesh, but you did the only thing that could have somehow granted Grimmjow enough strength to stand back up and breathe again: you unleashed your own spiritual pressure, letting it clash against Aizen’s one. There was no competition, but you really gave it your best shot. Blood dribbled from your nose, as you glanced at Grimmjow from above your shoulder to check on him.

“W-What the fuck are you doing? You idiot, move!” the Sexta Espada rasped out, panting, as he tried to push himself up. It was working, at least.

Murmurs echoed around you, comments on how foolish you were and about how they would have loved to watch you die for your impertinence. Instead, Aizen diminished the intensity of his spiritual pressure and you did the same. Your knees failed you, your eyes meeting his, before you slumped onto the cold floor and your vision darkened.

The horde of screaming, rowdy kids trotting around you on the beach made you almost regret having asked Aoi what she would have loved to do to spend the day. There were parents chatting in small groups, teenagers playing beach-volley and a few stalls selling toys and handmade floral decorations. The temperature was nice, the gentle breeze caressing your skin making the summer heat bearable. Holding her hand, you let the child guide you to explore the area, her cheerful laughter warming you up from the inside.

When she stopped by a giant yellow sign, pointing her finger at it, you blinked: ‘Wreaths competition! Do your best to win a limited edition Stitch’.

“I want to win the plushie! Please, please! Can you help me out?” Aoi begged you, turning towards you with such a puppy face you struggled to keep your composure. You had to killed the time somehow.

You were screwed. But you reminded yourself why you were doing it.

“Okay, okay. — you agreed, settling your hand over her head — Listen, while I attempt to create good garlands and crowns, why don’t you go play with Sosuke and collect some seashells? Maybe we can make some pretty necklaces too, later” you suggested, before shooting a subtle glance at Sosuke that implied he had to accompany her and protect the kid with his own life. It was a test, to be fair. You wanted him to show you that you could trust him a little bit.

He arched his eyebrow up, upper lip twitching imperceptibly but not escaping your hawk-eyes “Have fun with the flowers” he falsely muttered, before gesturing for Aoi to follow him down to the shore.

The sight of him walking side by side with the small kid made you faintly smile. It was the furthest thing from your imagination. Aizen Sosuke dealing with kids, babysitting them, controlling his hunger for power and cold indifference for the sake of a little child almost sounded like the beginning of a chilling horror story. However, you were willing to test the waters. Maybe, he was not the best choice to make, when it came down to pick a man to watch over kids, but he was surprisingly trying his best.

Down the shore, while Sosuke kept his eyes transfixed on the Ocean, Aoi began to choose the best seashells she came across in her exploration. Apparently, she had taken the task seriously. The special threat was not much bothered by her presence, as long as she just did her job silently. As he had already assessed back home, this human was well-behaved. Suddenly, however, she tugged at his trousers to draw his attention. Peace did not last long.

Sosuke averted his eyes from the crystal water and, arms folded over his chest, he looked down at the little girl “What’s the matter?” he asked, not bothering to adjust his tone of voice to a softer one.

“Why didn’t you kiss her when you walked away? You’re not very affectionate with her” Aoi piped out, making him stiffen up.

Oh, now the situation was getting interesting. The human child was questioning his relationship with Y/N. He knew that he had to be careful about what he said, especially since it would have been only fair to confront her before adding more details about their ‘love-story’. But Sosuke could perfectly handle the situation. He was not a fool and manipulating people had somehow been the key for his success. Playing a child was even easier, given their simple mind.

He cleared his throat, a small smile curving his lips “You see, she’s a little upset with me right now. I’m more than sure she wouldn’t appreciate my kisses at the moment” he lied, only for Aoi to shake her head and toss away in the water a chipped scallop.

“All girls like kisses! If you apologize and give her one she is going to forgive you” she mumbled, only for Sosuke to widen his eyes at her acute observation. Ah, she was not a fool.

“This is what happens in fairytales, though”.

“But she’s a princess! Look at her, she’s so beautiful!” Aoi insisted, tapping on his knee again and this time he could only follow her gaze.

When his eyes landed on you, he was pleasantly welcomed with a boculic and tender vision he had never even dreamed of in his whole life. Sitting with a group of women and their children, you were smiling softly as you held a baby in your arms. Your eyes shimmered in a light he had never seen before, as you playfully showed a pretty wreath to the newborn in your arms, soon settling it on the top of your head. You were the incarnation of kindness and to him you had always been some sort of a mindblowing enigma he could not solve. You looked so happy, so beautiful like that.

His mind wandered for a few moments, venturing in thoughts he had never keened to contemplate in his life. A child. You. A peaceful life. Your hips had always been his addiction. Even when he had finally had you pinned underneath him, Sosuke could not help himself but squeeze on them, caressing your hipbones with hunger.

A man who controlled himself like he did was a slave to such a primal and basic need. Why did he want to breed you? He would have loved watching his seed leak out of you again, just like in the Soul Society. Gosh, he could have done it again and again, fucking you until could not feel your legs anymore and your tummy hurt. He could give you the world, he would have kissed you from your lips to the valley between your legs, if only you let him in. How could you not understand it?

His cock twitched his pants and he gritted his teeth, his eyes straying away from you as he caught a glimpse of the baby tugging at the neckline of your dress.

He had to have you. Again. That night.

Still, the real problem was the Hōgyoku. It was true he had studied the abilities of that source of power and energy, however it was mostly uncovered what else it could do. Sosuke was almost certain the Hōgyoku had made him infertile, but what if, among the wills of its owner, that small device could also bend its powers to grant his seed to fertilize an egg cell?

When he heard you calling out their names, Sosuke ran his fingers through his hair and patted on Aoi’s head absent-mindedly “Let’s go, she’s looking for us”.

The small kid beamed and ran up to you, leaving Sosuke behind with his thoughts and the unfamiliar feeling of coveting the same things those mortal men had: a family. He was not husband material, he was a villainous man with too much ego to settle down and put his aspirations aside. Maybe, though, now he could have it. It was just a matter of when and with who. He never understood love, that feeling leaving people besotted with another being was foreign to him. Despite that, when he saw you hand the plushie to Aoi and pick her up to spin her around mid-air he was absolutely certain that, if he were to choose a woman to share his heart and life with, he would have always chosen you.

When you put Aoi down, she giggled and squeezed the giant Stitch to her chest, relinquishing the feeling of finally having what she had craved so badly. You felt a sense of fulfillment in seeing her happy. You had watched her pass by your door with a pouty face too many times not to make her day with such a small gesture. Glancing at Sosuke, you noted he was holding some seashells in his hands and a breathless chuckle left your lips. A melody he had yearned to hear for too long to forget how it sounded and how his heart had always picked up its rate whenever you laughed in his proximity.

“What’s so funny?” he inquired, before grasping your hand and putting the colorful shells onto your palm.

You shrugged and scrunched up your nose “Nothing. It’s just that… I didn’t expect you to carry the seashells for her. That’s nice”.

He rolled his eyes “She sprinted towards you as soon as you called for us. Also, I knew you would have not been pleased if I lost them”.

You hummed and nodded your head, before picking up Aoi and sighing. The flower wreath over your head shifted, almost slipping off and he was quick to catch it, positioning it back in its original place. You stilled, eyes widening even so slightly before he lowered his face enough to let your noses brush together and this small action stole your breath from your lungs.

“You look beautiful like that” he commented, but before you could even thank him for the unexpected compliment, your phone rang and the jig was up. You did not catch the gleam of disappointment darkening his eyes as you stepped away to answer your call. Still, you were genuinely surprised to find yourself missing a kiss that never lingered on your lips.

You spent most of the day at the beach. You had to admit something had changed between you and Sosuke. You began to impoperly see him as reliable, a mistake you could not forgive yourself for. You knew how foolish of you it was to esteem him as a good man. He was a murderer, a manipulator, a traitor, the devil himself. To keep him out of your head, you had resorted to busy yourself in teaching Aoi how to thread the flowers together, or how to do cartwheels. But when it came down to eat lunch together, you were forced sit on a bench right next to Sosuke. The couples passing-by with their kids attempted more than once to strike up cordial conversations with you two, while their children played around with Aoi. It was challenging keeping up that farse. Sosuke, on the other hand, was perfectly fine with shooting you adoring glances. Arm looped around your shoulders to pull you closer to him, small adventures invented about your encounters to feed the interlocutors an epic love story, you were hating him for depicting a good, healthy relationship you knew he could never establish with you.

With you! You felt so pathetic for even considering the possibility of dating him for real. In other life, in other universe though, if he was not a monster, you could have allowed yourself to fall irrevocably in love with him.

The last blow that made your stomach somersault was what Aoi told you, by the front door of her house when you accompanied her back home “I wish you two were my parents”.

That innocent way of declaring how loved she had felt with you two affected you more than you liked to admit. You had a quick dinner with Sosuke, barely talking to him, before you decided once again to isolate yourself in the privacy of your bedroom. Clutching the sheets in your hands, you laid face first onto your pillow and commiserated yourself for your stupid sensitivity. Weren’t those signs you just wanted someone to love you so desperately it hurt? You wanted to be loved and to love freely. But your life was too complicated for indulging into the delights of a couple-life.

A knock on your door brought you back to reality and you huffed in contempt, before rolling off of the bed and opening the door. Sosuke stood there, still fully dressed, beside the fact he had taken off his eye-patch and had undone some buttons of his white shirt. Mother nature had made him too handsome not to admire.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you, but this belongs to you. — he stated, handing you the bag of the gift he had bought you yesterday — Given the fact I know no one else who could wear it besides you, I’m afraid you have no other option but to accept it” he observed, only for you to sigh and grasp the bag.

“Come in” you said, turning your back at him and allowing your villainous roommate to enter your bedroom. Years ago, it would have sounded reckless to let him inside such a private part of your house. But did it make some sense, considering you had practically slept in his arms yesterday night?

You sat on the edge of the bed, silence swallowing you two for some seconds, before you looked up at him and finally decided to show appreciation for the day “Oh, and… Thank you, I guess”.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I just thought this would have complimented your skin”.

You shook your head “I’m not talking about the gift. Thank you for having been a decent person at beach. — you corrected him, nails peeling away the sticker keeping the bag closed — And for the flattery remark you reserved to me out of the blue” you added coyly.

He smirked, taking a seat next to you without asking for your permisioon “It may sound so out of character coming from me, but I genuinely meant it. You are beautiful” he insisted, stretching his legs before him.

Good thing you had occupied yourself with pulling the fine piece of cloth out of the bag. Your heart was skipping beats repeatedly, almost leaving you out of breath. You scrutinized the red silky nightgown in awe, letting the smooth fabric slip through your fingers to fully appreciate its consistency. To add class to the item was the generous neckline bordered with lace. He definitely had good taste, but you were damn sure he had probably purchased such a scandalous nightgown to mess with your head.

You cleared your throat, folding it with care before putting it back into the bag and settling it down at your feet “It’s really beautiful. — you stated then, uncapable of turning your attention to him — But don’t you think it’s somewhat daring?”.

“Are you offended?”.

“What? No! — you fretted, cheeks warming up — It’s just that … I don’t know if I’m confident enough to wear it” you admitted, shrugging as you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. Well, this was definitely not a conversation you expected to have with him, or with a man in general. It was not like you had zero self-esteem. Honestly, it was more due to the fact that with your chaotic life, you did not have a lot of occasions to dress up. Let alone wearing something so revealing in bed for someone.

Sosuke let your words sink in for a few moments, before shifting on his seat to face you properly “Show me”.

“What?” you quipped, goggling at him as if he had just shouted a blasphemy in the middle of the road.

“I said ‘show me’. — he encouraged you again, gesturing at the bag at your feet nonchalantly — If you don’t feel comfortable in it, I’ll buy you a new one”.

You chuckled, your reaction earning a baffled glance from him. He was trying to be kind, probably. Still, it sounded hilarious. Also, why did he want to buy you stuff? You could provide for yourself on your own. He stared at you, silently demanding an explanation to your behavior while you stood up, grasping the fine piece of cloth “Sorry, I … I just don’t see why it seems to be so important to you”.

“Because that’s a gift. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of it”.

“Since when you care about my feelings?”.

He was not liking where the conversation was going “Just go to change. Isshin did an horrific job with you”.

You rolled your eyes at him, complying to his request and going to the bathroom to try the damn nightgown…Only to realize you actually adored it. The color really complimented your skin. The fabric embraced your curves perfectly, smoothly cascading down your valleys, barely reaching your upper thighs. You felt your body on fire, the idea of presenting yourself to him like that made you press your legs together in a combination of embarrassment and arousal. Why, though? Did you have something to be ashamed of? Absolutely not. He had seen you fully naked before and you were dressed now. Poorly, but you were still not indecent.

Stalling would have only prolonged the agony. Swallowing your pride, you made your way back to him. His eyes, strangely warm tonight, immediately pinned you on the spot. Basking in your beauty, Sosuke did not move from where he was sitting. He watched you intently, impassible face to let you stew on your own juice. To break the ice was your voice.

“To be honest, I have never forseen myself giving you a défilé. — you stated, eyes downcast — Somehow, it’s even worse than… Uhm, nevermind, forget it”.

“It’s even worse than sex. Is that what you wanted to say?”.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat, the sensation familiar to you after all the times he had read you like an open book. It was frustrating dealing with the only person in the entire universe you could not block out of your head. Nodding your head, you shrugged in defeat and turned on your heels to leave the room. Sosuke, on the other hand, was not done talking. Not yet.

“You look even better than I had imagined, you know?”.

“Oh, please, I don’t need a pep talk” you argued.

“Indeed. — Sosuke agreed, raising from his seat to amble towards you — I believe you just need to be reminded you are a woman. You need someone who boosts your ego for the power you possess over men” he reasoned, hitting a nerve you had been trying to ignore for too long. How long had it been since someone had really made you feel special, appreciate you in all your glory? Searching for the name of an individual who had empowered you to that length, well, you found no one.

And, sadly, before that little adventure with Sosuke, your last intercourse was with Shuhei. Something happened in the heat of the moment, not really unexpected, but there were not the strong feelings of the attentions you craved. He liked you, it was plain and simply. But what had he done to show you how much he cared, if after an argument he had disappeared without saying goodbye? Adding salt to the wound was not helping. Especially since all of that thinking was leading you to reminisce about Sosuke.

God, he really knew how to fuck you and blow your mind.

“I see you still have fun in playing the role of the psychologist” you sarcastically remarked, indulging him into whatever he was keening to achieve. Frissons skimmed over your naked shoudlers for the inklings you were getting. Once again, you were diving into dangerous situations.

“Tell me, when is the last time a man made you feel like you were on top of the world? Has someone ever worshipped your body?” he inquired, ignoring your sass and letting his eyes travel shamelessly down your body.

Gluttonous like a vulture, attentive like a golden eagle, Sosuke had cornered you without giving you enough time to realize it. You were always screwed, when it came down to him.

“You must be out of your mind, if you merely think I’m going to discuss my sex life with you. — you dissuaded him from illuding himself he could ask you more about your relationship, your feelings and private matters — Now, unless you’re a masochist who wishes to be kicked out of my bedroom, I’d like to get some sleep. Alone” you punctuated, indicating the door at your back with a tight smile on your lips.

You wished you had been more convincing, you wished he was not that close to you and that you had not given much importance to what you had felt with him that night and morning. You wished you had take another step back, that the moment he had trapped you between his body and the wall you had protested.

When you thought you could resist him, showing him you were not affected by his presence and avanaces, he knelt in front of you. His hands glided over your legs, cupping your calves, whilst he captured your gaze with his deep, almond eyes “Your words and gestures tells you don’t even know what I’m talking about and it’s a shame. — he said, fingers now tickling the back of your thighs while he let his nose graze against your lower belly tentatively — I won’t beat about the bush, I want to show you what it feels like to be lavished. Push me away now, Y/N, or I’ll begin” he lowly warned you, but your fingers threading through his soft strands did not yank his head back to yell at his face.

You gaped, uncapable to refuse him, to bring yourself to think straight. That passion you had felt with him, that level of pleasure had been obnubilating your mind for too long. You wanted it, you wanted him again. Wrong at the eyes of so many people, you instead began to see it as a mere stress relief. Even if you knew it was so much more. Why not giving in, then? Why not perseverating? Nobody had to know.

“Sosuke, if this shit leaves your mouth and becomes a dinner conversation, I’ll make you choke on your dick” you threatened him, legs finally spreading to give him more access to your clothed pussy.

He grinned, fingers hooking underneath the elastic band of your panties, tugging the item down until you kicked it off in a hurry “And giving up on the chance to fuck you to oblivion after arguments, or in stormy, depressing nights? You know me better than that” he crooned, hand lifting your right thigh to settle it on top of his shoulder, the access to your tight hole clenching around nothing much easier now.

You never had a man kneeling before you to give you oral. To think the closest thing to a God was currently lapping at your core in such a degrading position was electrifying. Yet, you were far from deeming yourself in a superior position. He still had the upper hand.

He hummed, head slipping underneath the skirt of your nightgown, as his tongue ran flatly over your velvet folds, fingertips digging onto the plush of your thighs. His warm tongue seeked your clitoris and twirled around it, testing your reaction. You felt ashamed of how loudly you moaned, of how you were grateful he was keeping you balanced above him, otherwise you would have surely tumbled down onto the floor. Mostly, though, you felt embarrassed by the spasmodic buckling of your hips, by the way your hands were pushing his head closer to your need in search for more friction. He had turned you into a madwoman.

He groaned and you straightened your back, flattenening it against the wall “I’m sorry!” you quipped, chest raising and falling erratic, stupidly thinking you had somehow hurt him.

You could not see his face, hidden by the gown, but you heard him rasp out an answer against your pubes “If you apologize again, I’ll stop”.

And no, you did not want him to stop, not when his fingers spread your puffy lips and he tickled the sensitive area around your opening with the tip of his tongue. You were going insane, body on fire under his ministrations, under the smoldering orgasm building up in your lower belly. You tried and failed to remember one time another man had pleasured you this much.

“Sosuke!” you cried out, mouth falling ajar as you lolled your head back against the wall.

He did not stop his onslaught on you. His voracious mouth licked, sucked, penetrated into you like that of a starving man. Your thighs were quivering, shaking violently, while you held him close to you and, dear God, if he was leading you to crave more than just that.

Only when you were on the edge of reaching your climax, he stopped. His breath was ragged, his face glistening in your arousal, while he stood back up and encircled you waist with his arms. You were panting, sweaty, whimpering in need as you kissed him passionately, not even thinking twice. Tongues danced together, while he held you close and you tasted yourself in his mouth.

He grinned against your lips “Do you feel that? That’s your taste. Men should bathe into it and feel like they’re reborn” he whispered, while you both stumbled towards your bed, falling onto it tangled in one.

And it was in that moment that something into you cracked. Aizen Sosuke could give you the world and that very night you were in for it.

AUTHOR NOTE.

My dear readers, I had said I didn’t want to split the chapter but I had to. Editing is as stressful as writing, trust me, and I could not do more than that. I will include the rest of the smut part in the next chapter! Please, let me know what you think about this!

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[thanquan]

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?"

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

I hope I did this right (I’m hungry now)😆💕

Lemme get a cookies and cream with sprinkles and brownie bits with Kensei (my hubby) 😚❤️

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So we added Hisagi to complete this threesome!

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[kumiwrites]

So... chapter 42 is finally posted!

I hope you enjoy this long-awaited update, I know I had a lot of fun writing it but I am also so anxious about it aksdhbaskda PLEASE ENJOY!!

Idyllic

Sometimes, you found yourself thinking back to your picturesque life in Soul Society before your Captain, Tosen, had defected.

He had left you and Shuhei to pick up the pieces of the Ninth Division, but you found yourself picking up pieces of Shuhei, too, as your relationship fell apart. So, you ran. You ran, and you took refuge in the comfort of the World of the Living.

Sometimes, you wished you could return to those halcyon days.

Pairing(s): Hitsugaya Toshiro x Reader Genre: Fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers, slow burn Warning(s): Eventual smut, character death, blood, violence A/N: I’ve been working on this fic on and off for just over three years now, and I’m slowly putting it all together. I hold it pretty close to my heart because I actually love some of the scenes that I’ve written for later chapters, and I’ve always wanted to write a slow burn Toshiro fic, hehe. I also worked super hard on making this banner bc I had to make it transparent myself and it took literally forever LOL. 

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𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Pairing: Shinji, Shuhei, Shunsui, and Jushiro x reader (separate)

Summary: Who fell first, who fell harder x reader

Request: Heyy, I'm hope I'm still in time with this request🥺 Can I ask for who fell first, who fell harder with the Bleach boys? (I was thinking Shinji and Hisagi but anyone really)

A/n: Awww I loved writing thissss! So cute <3

Content: Fluffffff

Shinji: Hmmm, I say you fall first. You fall for the charm, sarcasm, and the flirty, teasing comments he always makes. The way he's like a schoolboy teasing you and flirting with you throughout the day.

Shinji falls harder for sure, he doesn't realize it until later. You make him feel so special and he's never felt like anyone this before. He stops flirting and teasing with other girls. He only has eyes for you and truly loves you.

Shuhei: He falls first for you, he can't help it. You have such an appeal to you and you're so sweet. You're gentle and caring with him and he likes being treated like that. You listen to him and he really cares about that.

You fall harder, realizing just how important Shuhei is to you. The way he's a softie on the inside, but on the outside, he looks rough and tough. The way you can tell that he cares about you and truly likes you. You appreciate him so much.

Shunsui: You fell first, come onnnn!! You fall for his teasing, lingering touches and the longing looks he gives you from across the room. (His manly, hairy chest) ahem...anyways. The way he just swoops you off your feet.

Shunsui falls rock hard for you and it's fast, but he tries to deny it, but he really can't. He falls for who you are and the way you can handle him. He's just so in love with you, body, soul, and mind. He never thought anyone could handle the man he is... you proved him wrong.

Jushiro: Hmmm, this is kind of both of you falling first and hard at the same time. Jushiro likes to take his time with things, romantically especially. He wants to take you on dates and you adore them. You adore the candlelight, the nice meals, and the meaningful convos you two have.

The slow, soft kisses you share and intimate moments make the two of you fall first and hard for each other.

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[seneon]

🪦 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ how you spend your halloween w renji abarai ¡!

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐘,

pumpkin carvings! he's actually more excited to do it than you are. he already has like a whole album full of pumpkin carving ideas and he'd be such a child to be carving it with you. somehow, he's really good at it too... seeing how he fucks up literally every other things that he does in life. will carve your name or initial on his pumpkin after he's done carving his. so cute.

🪦 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ how you spend your halloween w shuhei hisagi ¡!

@luvlyycy ,

jamming to goth / rock / nu metal music. it's just the both of you in his 2000s punk bedroom and you're standing on his bed, singing your heart out while he plays the guitar or whatever string instrument for you. you both sang the halloween night away before both of you got tired and decided to lay down on the bed in silence, stared up at the ceiling to tell each other horror stories.

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