#hisagi shuuhei scenarios

[bleach-your-panties]

🔴Request: Kensei turns the tables and gets Shuuhei back with help from Kensei's s/o 😝

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a/n: lmao, i started this years back and went digging in my docs to find it. y'all are giving me the tea with these requests and it is PIPING HOT, honey☕🍯😂

•the official sequel to this request & bonus material!

🛑warnings: 18+ mdni. exhibitionism, degradation, desk sex, oral (m!receiving), Kensei alluding to a possible orgy, Shuuhei's trauma karma , lmao.

Shuuhei trudged along to the 9th Division Communications Office early one morning after flopping oh-so ungracefully out of bed.

His captain, Kensei Muguruma, had called for an early morning meeting that was mandatory for him to attend.

Why did he have to be the only one in attendance? What about Mashiro?

The certain green-haired woman probably couldn't be found at the moment, so Kensei just gave up and took who he could get, who just so happened to be Shuuhei.

He grumbled silently to himself as he walked along, only lifting his head up to greet a few passing shinigami that said good morning to him.

Once he walked through the door, he spotted Kensei sitting at his desk shifting through some papers.

The white-haired man looked up at him with a small scowl on his face, and gestured for Shuuhei to sit down.

"What did you need to see me about, sir?" Shuuhei asked tentatively, not wanting to get the man riled up for any reason.

Kensei took a minute to respond, which puzzled Shuuhei for a moment.

He was about to repeat the question when he heard a soft but drawn-out 'ah' like someone inhaling a large gulp of air after having held their breath for a while.

'Okay, that's a bit…unsettling…' Shuuhei thought.

Kensei's face flashed from his usual intense look to a more relaxed one, the wrinkles between his brows disappearing for a microsecond before he was back to his typical glare.

"I found a lot of grammatical errors in your draft for next week's issue. Review it again."

He handed Shuuhei the folder with his work in it and the plum-haired male accepted it with an affirmative nod.

"Right, my apologies, sir. I'll take it home and begin revising it right now-"

There was that sound again.

Soft ah's and hm's and then an unmistakable sound that he was all-too-used to hearing throughout his own home.

Shuuhei dared to push himself away from the desk and let his eyes trail downwards and follow all the way from a sandaled foot and up a black-robe-clad back until they met the sight of your mouth latched onto Kensei's huge cock, your nose buried in his soft-looking, light grey pubic hair.

"AH! Oh my God! I-I'm s-so sorry, Muguruma-taicho! I didn't know that you-, I swear I didn't look; I mean I looked, but it was unintentional!"

Shuuhei continued his nervous babbling, bringing the folder up to cover his flustered, tattooed face.

"I-I'm a happily married man!" He decided to throw in there so that he didn't get killed fired.

Kensei sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes, but the latter was likely due to you moving your tongue to circle over one of the thick veins under his cock.

"Don't I know it? You say that like I didn't catch you in here fucking your wife on my fucking desk."

"I said I was sorry!"

"I don't give a fuck, just get out and - s-shit Y/N - fix your fucking blunders so we can get this shit published."

"Yes sir! S-sorry again, sir!"

Shuuhei ran out of that office as fast as his legs could carry him. He was moving so fast, you'd think he was using sonido.

"Is he gone?"

"Yeah, and now I can get back to work. That means you can get back to work as well, slut."

"Yes sir, Muguruma-taicho~"

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A little later that evening, Shuuhei had finished his revisions and decided to drop it back off by the office before heading to his s/o's division to pick her up for a surprise dinner date.

Big mistake.

"Taichou, I finished those revisions that you asked me to m- OH GOD!"

Kensei had you propped up on your knees on the top of his desk, facing the door. Your mouth was gagged with your white obi and his rope-belt had your wrists secured in front of you while he held your legs apart by the ankles.

Thank God Shuuhei couldn't see Kensei's dick pummeling you from the back, but he could see how the grey-haired man's movements had you and the entire desk lurching forward, not to mention your breasts swaying and bouncing out of your shinigami robes.

"Drop it on the desk there and since you like walking in on me so much, why don't you bring s/o and I can show you how to really fuck a whore."

Shuuhei almost broke his neck turning the corner to get the fuck out of there.

'No, no thank you! She gets fucked pretty well I'd say, and I'd like to just erase the image of your grey pubes out of my head, please and thanks.' He rolled his eyes and huffed, getting the fuck away from the 9th Division offices.

Next time Kensei called a random meeting, Shuuhei would hunt Mashiro down by force and drag her there by her stupid orange scarf if he had to.

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ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ!

[strawhatsoraya]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You swallow a groan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He presses his shaky hand over yours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

That is, if you even remembered that last part.

[fvkvrodani]

see,, the side stories in bleach: brave souls are very bare bones & not that well written at all,, its just surface-level stories w barely even any engaging dialogue or anything like that... but its so fun to play as your favourite character & see them in these very specific scenarios that im willing to forgive the writers of bbs for the lack of polish given to these side stories.

like yes pls do tell me how hitsugaya toushiro had to spend his entire day looking for a gift for hinamori momo, his childhood friend & sister-figure!! or how hisagi shuuhei's crush on rangiku is so painfully obvious that he'd make a fool of himself just for her on white day!!!

its like... these stories are surface-level fics found in an official game for a major best-seller animanga.

[considergoldenkamuy]

You have no idea how happy I am seeing bleach in your list of fandoms 😍😍😍 I LOVE you content so much! Can I get a scenario for my boi Hisagi realizing his feelings for his bff/reader after SOOOO many years? ❤ slides lots of cookies,,,,, boi deserves much fluff and love~

i’m so glad you like my stuff! my feeble heart, hisagi is a good child ,,, i love him ,,,,, so much ,, i hope i didn’t fuck this up oops ,,,

That Zanpakuto never had a proper name, Shuuhei of all people would know this. But even as one of the most renowned Zanpakuto fit for the position of vanguard in any battle, it didn’t have a Bankai, and couldn’t return from its “false Shikai” - the state it had entered on its own, giving itself a name - Holy Breath. It was stubborn - it refused to be stationary, it refused to be still. Its owner, his oldest and dearest friend, was a bit despaired because of this.

You had nearly no control over your own Zanpakuto, and that wouldn’t be a problem if it weren’t for the fact that you and your weapon didn’t exactly get along. If wielded in a way it didn’t like, your Zanpakuto refused to act. It wouldn’t reflect damage, it wouldn’t influence morale, it wouldn’t restore stamina. Because of this, you often spent your time in the First Division quarters, only ever mobilizing during large-scale catastrophes and Hollow-terminating assignments.

Shuuhei had known you for as long as he could remember - from that first memory of waking up to you staring down at him under a plum tree, to today, leaving on another mission in the World of the Living. That day, his eyes had met another pair that bored so deeply into his own with nothing but innocent curiosity. He let out a yelp of surprise, backing away, only to hit his head on the trunk and he cradled his head with a few groans of pain.

A bright laugh brought him back, though, pausing before looking up at the stranger again, who looked a bit older than himself. But then again, who could really tell with the irregular aging patterns? “Are you okay, kid?”

“Don’t call me kid, you’re barely older than I am,” he muttered. “Yeah, I’m fine. Who are you?”

You had told him your name with such a casual and friendly tone. “Sorry about the surprise, you probably don’t remember what happened. A Hollow passed through, it had some weird poison gas it breathed out. I couldn’t fight it since I’d breathed in a bit of gas myself, so…”

You trailed off, a sudden tightness in your jaw, happy eyes darkening. Shuuhei could fill in the rest, and he felt an immense sadness overcome him, realizing what this person had just gone through.

“Well, either way, I managed to get you out before the gas killed you. I went back and cut its mask off, it’s dead now.” You looked over your shoulder again, before turning back to him. “Good to know you’re okay, though. I’ll be going now.”

You stood up and for the first time, he caught a glimpse of your gauntlet, silver in sheening metal from your hand to your elbow. It was terrifying at first, Shuuhei was willing to admit. The sharp claws could strike fear in the coldest of hearts, and yet the gauntlet looked so elegant, like it was alive.

Before Shuuhei could say anything else, you had already taken off. That was a fond memory of his, and all those other times he’d run into you by sheer chance. All those times he’d run into you by sheer chance, that always ended with someone at someone else’s house, laughing and talking animatedly. That gauntlet was always with you, but you could never bring yourself to attack with it.

Even the day the First Division you’d eventually join dragged you off for having a Zanpakuto, you didn’t resist. Even as he screamed for you, even as he cried, so scared, so, so scared for his best friend, all you did was smile at him reassuringly.

I’ll be fine.

Shuuhei didn’t see you again until he joined the academy, when you were walking through the halls with your Shinigami robes billowing behind you. He could’ve sworn his heart stopped for a second when you brushed by him, so absorbed in thought. Was that really you? But then again, there was no way he could possibly mistake those sharp and deadly claws that he’d grown to know couldn’t possibly hurt him.

He’d whirled around the same time you had, both your eyes blown so wide. You softly called his name, him calling yours. You beamed as he ran to you, holding your arms wide before feeling him ram into you, embracing you so tightly, as if you’d disappear on him again if he let you go. You felt tears land on your head, but you knew from the way your vision blurred and your nose grew warm that you weren’t doing any better. You smiled brightly, so brightly that day. You were lucky the hallway had been empty, otherwise that dramatic reunion would have been impossible to live down.

And even then, when you clutched onto his shirt so tightly, your sharp fingers still didn’t as much as scratch his uniform. You were the eleventh seat of the First Division, you’d told him. You’d apologized for not going to visit him, you’d apologized for not trying to find him.

Shuuhei had just smiled.

I’m just glad you’re okay.

He didn’t see the way your cheeks flushed a bit, another laugh leaving you. You sought him out daily after that, going to the academy to visit when you weren’t busy. He didn’t know he could feel so happy just to be at someone’s side. When Shuuhei told you he’d been admitted into the Thirteen Court Guard Squads in the Ninth Division, you had congratulated him and just spent the rest of the day wandering about with hi, not doing anything in particular.

Even with the shame in his heart he held, always being too scared to as much as draw Kazeshini from its scabbard, you still accepted him with another snort, telling him that it didn’t really matter. As long as he didn’t change for the worse, you didn’t care. He felt more comfortable going on missions with you after that.

Even with your positions in different Divisions, the brass were quick to pick up on your friendship, sending you two off together, knowing that it was almost always guaranteed to be a successful endeavor if they did this. Kensei continued this tradition. Thusly, you were able to spend more time with him.

Without your Zanpakuto dealing damage on its own, you always had to resort to martial arts. You excelled, though, and your peers always jokingly mentioned you should request being transferred into the Second Division.

You had always been the kind one, the understanding one, the wise one. You were the one who gave advice to those who were troubled, and as a result many admired and appreciated you. With your Zanpakuto occasionally deciding to comply with you, influencing the physical and mental states of those around you, you had nothing to really anger you.

It was that day that you had been wounded badly, almost killed, pushing Shuuhei out of the way of what would have been a fatal blow. Blood spewed everywhere and you choked out more irony crimson, eyes squeezing shut to try and shut out the pain. Again, he called out your name. He called out your name in that same way he had the day you had first been taken away from him. You had fallen, almost bleeding out as he shook you desperately, trying to deny your state of likely-to-die-soon.

A sudden feeling of emptiness filled him, solitude - loneliness when he swore your heart stopped beating. He’d lost so much, and now he’d lost his best friend, his dearest friend, his oldest friend. Shuuhei had cried, hot tears streaking down his face as he tried to breathe properly. When the Hollow stepped forward again, readying to attack, he was more than ready to accept death. He’d only uttered a single word.

Please.

That was all it took for your eyes to snap open, a sudden burst of Spiritual Energy forcing him further downwards, but he soon found himself and himself relieved of it alone when you sat up slowly. He couldn’t even get out a single sound before you stood, holding your arm out.

He blinked.

That wasn’t a gauntlet, was it?

Both your arms seemed to have become one with the armor, holding that metal sheen on their skin, as if they were made up of it now. Your entire upper body save your neck upwards seemed to have turned to silver, the rips and tears in your Shinigami uniform enough to tell him that. The glowing form of wings hovered behind you, perfectly still and yet so alive.

But all Shuuhei could do was shudder when that Hollow was suddenly hacked into pieces, the injuries from your own body reflected on its form before it fell, dying slowly.

Bankai. Sacred Breath of Purity: Repent.

All was silent, a heavy and tense air smothering him as you stood there, unmoving, before you finally turned around, your gaze having turned golden.

“Shuu…hei…” your voice was hoarse and quiet, beginning to slowly limp towards him as he scrambled to stand up, worry and panic filling him with more than he ever thought he could be filled. He managed to reach you just in time before you collapsed, breathing heavily and slowly. Your eyes looked so dull and distant, but there was a certain glimmer of relief and closure when your stare locked with his.

Wordlessly, you remained in Shuuhei’s arms as he lowered himself to the ground. You leaned your head on his shoulder, your back against his chest and body seated between his legs as your Bankai faded away, leaving you back in your torn robes. He had naught the strength to get back to Soul Society in that moment, much less carry you with him. You both would rest for now. He felt your breath fan over his skin and he felt goosebumps form, already-muddled thoughts becoming more scattered.

“You’re such an idiot!” He shouted, angry and desperate. “You should have just let me take the hit! You could have died!”

“I don’t care,” you murmured, hushed and tired.

“Wha - ?!”

“It looks like my Zanpakuto and I finally agreed on something,” you interrupted, as if you hadn’t heard him about to fire more questions at you. A beat of silence passed before you smiled up at him, with that same child-like joy and innocence you had the first time you’d smiled at him. You weakly reached a hand out and appreciatively caressed his cheek and jaw. His breath caught in his throat, eyes widening, feeling heat rush to his face as you spoke words he wasn’t sure whether or not he really wanted to hear.

I’d give up everything if it meant you living on to see tomorrow.

Shuuhei’s fingers trailed upwards before reaching your face, tracing gently over whatever he could reach without his sore muscles protesting violently. He felt a sudden urge to just close that distance he’d been so tense in for so long. And so he indulged. He didn’t know what it was that motivated him to lean forward, pulling you a bit closer, but you didn’t lean back or push him away.

It was slow, but it told him so much. It told him of all the things he didn’t know, of the things he didn’t realize. He loved you as someone more than his oldest friend, his dearest friend, his closest friend. The way you pulled him impossibly closer was enough to tell him you felt the same.

So much happened in that first kiss.

It was far from the last.

[cryinglittlepeople]

Hey I absolutely love your art. As an Izuru fan it gives me so much joy that you draw him so much (and all your other art too!) Your style is so unique and I admire it so much!!

Anyway question: how do you think Izuru's death affected his main relationships (Rose, Hisagi, Renji, Momo etc.)

(No worries if you don't want to answer but THANK YOU I LOVE YOUR ART )

Thank you so much for your kind words! ♥

It's interesting, his "resurrection" is so tragic in itself that I don't think anyone, not even Izuru himself ever had the chance to mourn his actual death itself.

And I think it's fascinating bc while ofc dying is horrific, it's also kinda....expected, of shinigami? They're soldiers. They fight, they die, a ceremony is performed for them bc otherwise they go to hell (according to the bonus chapter).

Izuru dying, albeit a tragedy and greatly upsetting for his loved ones, would be a natural order of things. They'd mourn him, they'd move on.

But that's of course not what happened.

First of all, Izuru didn't die in glorious battle or whatever. He was basically just killed, murdered, and nearly the entire 3rd division went with him. It was a slaughter. It was a very unglamorous, very bloody and undignified death, for all of them.

So, like, what do you do, right? Izuru died, but he's still here. But he's different. He is so different, physically and emotionally, that it's impossible to deny that he's....dead.

Now, we know from context clues in "The Beginning of The Revive of Tomorrow"' and the bonus chapter, that Izuru tries to distance himself from everything. Calling himself "dead man", denying he has a name, and apparently wandering around rather than staying in Seiretei. If we know Izuru he most likely does this to make it "easier" on his loved ones. He thinks it's easier for them to just not see him anymore, and think of him as truly dead, than having to deal with his undead state.

Which is not true, of course.

SADLY, VERY MUCH SADLY Izuru's loved ones (Renji, Shuuhei, Rangiku, Momo) are.....not....very well known for their emotional vulnerability and honesty, quite the opposite. They're all pretty known for either pushing their feelings down, or simply denying they exist at all. So sadly, I think it's all very tragic with no one in this scenario really, genuinely, dealing with the situation. Not that I exactly blame them because who would be ready for this kind of thing. Who would know what to say. Where do you even start.

I do think there's two people who are better equipped for it tho: Rose and Akon.

Rose is no stranger to unnatural circumstances, and technically he himself is also a victim of being a science experiment without his consent. Plus he is a lot more open with his feelings and emotions, and we know he's absolutely smitten with Izuru, no matter the state he's in. I think he'd have a very "this is horrific, and I'm boiling with rage at the circumstance, BUT we gotta get through this" outlook on things.

And Akon is an interesting case. We see in the bonus chapter that him and Izuru seemingly get along really well, Izuru even staying in Akon's vicinity to watch his back in the fight, despite his "wandering", which Akon scolds him on. We also know Akon was at some point present at Izuru's "surgery", as we see a tiny panel of him standing next to Izuru's body together with Mayuri. We don't know in how much he was a part of his actual revival. I actually think that's mostly Mayuri, since he's the only one there when Izuru "wakes up", in The Beginning Of The Revive of Tomorrow.

I think he's one of the few friends that sees Izuru as he is right now: dead. Everyone else sees Izuru as "dead, BUT-". Which is an interesting dynamic.

SORRY THIS WENT ON FOR SO LONG IT'S JUST INTERESTING.

[byproducts-of-my-imagination]

Masterlist!

I’m finally organizing my stuff 

Last updated: 5/23/2023

Popular Series: A/B/O MSBY Black Jackals x reader

part 1 : part 2 

My A/B/O universe guidelines here!

Kinkcember

Attack on Titan

Reiner Braun (i love him)

phantom of the opera yandere au

AOT College AU random

Haikyuu 

Iwaizumi Hajime

rough iwa smut

Kuroo Tetsurou

devil!Kuroo

Yandere Kuroo and Kenma double team

Kozume Kenma 

Yandere Kuroo and Kenma double team

Akaashi Keiji

Pining

Sakusa Kiyoomi

demon sakusa

demon sakusa again

Jujutsu Kaisen

Ryomen Sukuna

feral A/B/O sukuna

Todo Aoi (always horny for this crazy bastard)

nsfw headcanons

Nanami Kento

yandere headcanons

Inumaki Toge

siren AU fic [Like the Sea]

Yoshino Junpei

yandere thoughts

Boku no Hero Academia

Midoriya Izuku

yandere headcanons

yandere scenarios

stalker Izuku

yandere alpha izuku

Chisaki Kai

yandere scenario

Bakugou Katsuki

yandere headcanons

Daiya no Ace

Kominato Ryousuke 

yandere headcanons

Miyuki Kazuya

corruption

mafia! AU

Kuramochi Youichi

yandere headcanons

mafia! AU

Isashiki Jun

yandere headcanons

Yuki Tetsuya

yandere headcanons

Kawakami Norifumi

yandere headcanons

Takigawa Chris Yuu 

yandere headcanons

Narumiya Mei

general nsfw headcanons

Furuya Satoru

self indulgent yandere

Bleach

Muguruma Kensei

yandere headcanons

Hisagi Shuuhei

yandere headcanons

Grimmjow

yandere headcanons

grimmjow purrs like a cat

Berserk 

Griffith

yandere headcanons

[avid-anime-maniac-blog]

Could I request some HC of how Jushiro, Shunsui, Hisagi and Kensei would react if their s/o was an aerial hoop dancer? ❤❤ thank you in advance!!! I really love your blog!!!

《

Jushiro Ukitake:

+ Jushiro is enamored with your skill on the Lyra and the grace and flexibility in your movements. Watching the way you move around in the air is quite relaxing and really helps him unwind after a long day, or it just gives him an excuse to spend time praising you for your abilities.

Shunsui Kyoraku:

+ We all know Shunsui would love the movements you’re capable of while dancing on the Lyra. He’s super impressed with the skill you have and the fact that you’re capable of bending in so many different ways. (definitely makes a perverted comment or two while watching you practice.)

Kensei Mugumura:

+ I think Kensei would be highly impressed, just like the rest of them because let’s be honest, what you’re doing isn’t something you’d expect to see. He’d give you genuine praise for being able to look so graceful while also doing such an intense workout.

Shuuhei Hisagi:

+ Low-key wants to try it himself after watching you, because he’s Shuuhei. Also may have lost control of himself and might have had a nosebleed the moment you spread your legs to gain balance on the hoop because of his, ah, sexy imagination shall we say.

》

『 Here you go! I hope these are alright, I’m sorry I didn’t know much about aerial hoop dancing.

Thank you so much!! 』

[silenceofthecookies]

Event masterlist

All event fics will also be linked in the fandom masterlist 

100 followers event; sick fics

Donquichote Doflamingo

Sinbad

Akagami no Shanks

Roronoa Zoro

Portgas D. Ace

Dabi

Sabo

Togata Mirio

Ittoki Otoya

Kaminari Denki

200 followers event; random prompts

Scenarios: 

Star mint - Trafalgar Law

Rosehip - Roronoa Zoro

Earl Grey - Sir Crocodile

Chai - Byakuya Kuchiki

Forest Fruits - Sabo

Green Tea - Dracule Mihawk

Minty Morocco - Charlotte Katakuri

Chamomile - William Vangeance

Mango - Vinsmoke Sanji

Strawberry with whipped cream - Killer

Headcanons: 

Red - Bartolomeo

Blue - Vinsmoke Sanji

Green - Hisagi Shuuhei

Yellow - Donquichote Doflamingo

Orange - Fuegoleon Vermillion

Purple - Killer

Black - Smoker

White - Whitebeard

Brown - Akagami no Shanks

Cyan - Gin Ichimaru

300 followers event; soulmate au’s

Romance - Kid + fem reader fluff

Horror - Katakuri + fem reader angst

Thriller - Law + fem reader fluff

Fantasy - Yami + fem reader fluff

Sci-fi - Zoro + fem reader fluff

Historical - Midoriya + fem reader fluff

Detective - Kid+ fem reader fluff

Biography - Mihawk + fem reader fluff

Travel - Killer + gn reader angst

Poetry - Killer + gn reader fluff

Self-help - Crocodile + gn reader fluff

True crime - Kouen + gn reader fluff

Adventure - Marco + gn reader fluff

Western - Judal + fem reader fluff

Young adult - Tamaki + gn reader fluff

Cookie’s Sweet Valentine

Roronoa Zoro

Trafalgar Law

Vinsmoke Sanji

Eustass Kid

Kaminari Denki

Sabo

Tanaka Gundham

Kotobuki Reiji

Todoroki Shoto

Finral Roulacase

Wyper

Shinji Hirako

Portgas D. Ace

Benn Beckman

600 followers event; Cookie’s recurring daydreams

Fuegoleon - cuddling headcanons

William - nuzzling into your belly as you read

Sanji and Sabo - taking care of his stressed-out s/o

Marco - “Whoa, who’s that?”

Crocodile - parenting headcanons

Zoro - being excited about your engagement

Crocodile, Kidd and Law - PDA headcanons

William, Mereoleona, Nozel - flirting headcanons

Mihawk - “You’re gorgeous”

Fuegoleon - “I love you more than you’ll ever know”

[bleach-your-panties]

I love you more, babe. I love how you gave me details of exactly what you wanted, that really helped me to write this! Enjoy!

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🔴Request: Shuuhei and s/o "relieving stress" in the Seireitei Communications office.

Song to Listen To: Rockin That Thang - The Dream 

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"But Shuu!" You whined for probably the 1000th time that day. No matter what you said or did, the plum-haired male insisted that he needed to finish editing the final print of next week's magazine. 

"Baby, I promise when I finish with this I'll be home, alright? This is a really important issue and Captain Muguruma is going to kill me if I don't get it done on time!" 

You let out a long, dramatic sigh through your lips and hopped out of your seat with a huff.

 Fine, if he didn't want to come home with you tonight and work himself to death, then that was on him. 

Now, you knew how busy Shuuhei was when the two of you started dating, but you figured that he'd at least develop some type of work-life balance when the two of you got married. 

It was truly admirable how devoted he was to his job and Captain, but sometimes you wished he'd take time for himself most importantly, and then lastly take some time out for you. 

With a defeated pout, you kissed the top of his head and told him that you'd see him when he got home. If he ever did. Usually, he'd just sleep on the couch in the office. You would even bring food by for every meal when he stayed over to make sure that deadlines were met. 

"I love you, y/n." 

He looked at you with a sad expression, knowing that he'd disappointed you. 

With a small smile, you gave a little wave.

"I love you, too, Shuu."

----

Later that night, you laid in the bed that you shared with Shuuhei. Alone.

Your day had been pretty uneventful since you left him that morning; it was all the same things that you did everyday.

You did your daily shinigami duties, reported to your Captain, did paperwork, made yourself lunch and brought some to Shuuhei, cleaned the house, finished your paperwork, made dinner and brought some to Shuuhei, ate alone, and finally, took a bath.

Despite having done all of that, you just couldn't rest. Your bed felt cold and foreign without Shuuhei in it.

So what did you do?

You climbed out of bed, threw a silk robe over your nightgown, and headed to the 9th Division Communications Office. 

-----

Shuuhei was sitting down, reading over an article with his glasses on when you entered the room.

Your footsteps were soft against the wooden floor, so he didn't look up until you cleared your throat. 

"B-baby?" 

You approached his desk slowly, heart beating a steady rhythm inside your chest; meanwhile his was threatening to jump out through his mouth. 

Shuuhei had always recognized your beauty; your soft, alluring s/c skin, beautifully shaped e/c eyes, and lovely, oh-so-kissable lips. Your figure never failed to get him hard, which was what was going on right now beneath the desk as he eyed you up and down. 

He hadn't been home with you at night for a while now, and looking at you in front of him finally made him realize just how much valuable time he was missing out on spending with you. 

"Baby, I-you look, wow, so beautiful…" 

You did look amazing. Soft body clad in a baby pink sheer nightgown that stopped way above your mid-thigh area. The soft lace bra and thong you wore underneath did little to hide your hardened nipples and the fine curves of your pussy. The long matching robe added the finishing touches to your bedtime ensemble, making you look both sweet and sinful at the same damn time. 

"Shuu, honey, I don't mean to intrude, but the house is so lonely without you there. The bed is so cold, and I couldn't sleep, I-can I just stay here with you tonight?" 

You didn't want to sound whiny or too needy, but goddammit if you didn't miss your husband! All you wanted was to be close to him, even if he was working. 

"Oh, Angel, come here…" His heart broke as he watched your lower lip tremble. You walked into his outstretched arms and laid your head against his strong chest. 

He pulled you into his lap and pushed the rolling chair away from the desk, effectively spinning you both around and making you giggle.

Shuuhei pecked your forehead multiple times, sighing in content as you played with his thick, spiky hair. 

"Oh, Angel, I've been the worst husband in the world! I've neglected you for what? A bunch of paper? I'm pathetic…" He lamented regretfully, pushing his face into your neck to inhale your scent. Your favorite scent of body wash flooded his senses and made him even more aroused, which you could surely feel against your moistening panties. 

Frantically, you cupped his cheeks and shook your head. 

"Oh, Shuu, don't say that honey. You're not a terrible husband. You're just really terrible at splitting time between your priorities." You both laughed. 

It felt good to be in your husband's embrace and sharing a laugh with him. These were the moments that you cherished and missed. 

Bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck, you nuzzled your face into his warm skin and left little pecks along his Adam's apple, all the way down his throat until you reached the top of his chest. 

Shuuhei gulped and felt his face warming up as his dick still grew harder underneath you. He shifted in the chair to get better leverage under your ass, palming the soft globes in his strong hands. 

"B-baby girl, maybe we should...ohh, m-mm"

Your little dainty fingers had begun to untie his shinigami robes, slipping underneath them to rub at his abs.

For Shuuhei, he couldn't believe what was happening right now. It had been a while since you two were last intimate and his body felt like it might explode. 

You easily slid down his body, like a snake, winding around his abdomen, thighs, and legs until you were down on your knees in front of him. You pushed his knees apart, giggling at how they shook slightly.

"What's the matter, Shuu? You know, you're so uptight, baby. You should relax." 

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.

This wasn't really happening, was it?

Was he really about to get blown by his beautiful wife...IN THE MIDDLE OF THE COMMUNICATIONS OFFICE?! 

His question was answered when his hakama fell around his ankles and your tongue flickered over his slit. Your warm mouth teased the head of his dick until you finally took him halfway in and began bobbing up and down his length.

"Oh shit!" 

He had to use one hand to steady himself on the desk and the other grabbed your hair up into a makeshift ponytail. 

"R-right there, Angel. Oh God, yes, I needed this baby girl…" All thoughts and anxiety about doing this in the office flew from his brain as his hips snapped back and forth. 

You moaned salaciously around your husband's cock, reaching two fingers underneath you to rub at your swollen clit. The lack of attention to your body had your desire for him multiplied by a million. 

Shuuhei held your hair steadily, keeping a firm grip on the h/c strands, but not enough to hurt you. Saliva spilled from your mouth and covered his dick, mixing with his precum and helping to lubricate your throat as you began to deepthroat him just how he liked. 

Long groans and shallow breaths filled your ears as you worked him closer and closer to the edge. Though you didn't want him tipping over that edge just yet. 

Pulling off with a loud, wet pop, you gently massaged him until he was completely hard in your hands.

"Shuu...I need you right now…" 

His head was spinning, but he managed to focus enough to give you an answer. 

"Come here.."

Beckoning with his fingers, he waited for you to climb up from the floor before he grabbed you by the waist and spun you around to lie on your stomach against the desk. 

Papers flew onto the floor in random directions, but Shuuhei could care less about that right now. 

"My baby looks so good for me. So sweet and naughty at the same time.." His cool fingers felt like heaven against your searing hot skin. Warm breath tickled your ear while those same fingers hooked into your panties to rip them off. 

"Shuu!" You weren't expecting that, but his sudden roughness was turning you on. 

"Shh, I'll buy you a new one. Just let me fuck this pretty little pussy and I'll buy you whatever you want." 

You had zero objections to that. 

Bracing your arms against the desk surface, you pushed back against your husband's dick, rubbing your arousal all over him. He took the flesh of your left ass cheek in one hand and smacked it with the other hand, causing you to let out another hot moan. 

He did that a couple more times until your ass was warm and probably bright red. 

Shuuhei brought three of his long, thick fingers to your mouth and pushed them inside.

"Suck, darling." 

Immediately, you took him into your wet mouth and rubbed your tongue all along his digits. He thrust them to the back of your throat..once, twice, three times before pulling them out and patting them against your cheek before rubbing them on your clit.

"Oh, Shuu…"

He kissed the side of your head. "That's right, moan for me, baby." 

Taking his dick in hand, Shuuhei gave it a few short pumps before rubbing the head through your slit just to tease you. You let out an impatient moan, making him chuckle deeply before he finally thrusted inside you. 

"Ahh…"

Your wetness allowed him to sink into you with no resistance. A soft fuck sounded behind you before his hand on your back pushed you flush against the desk.

"Shit's so fucking tight, gunna make me cum baby girl." He grunted while starting his rhythm. 

He started out with his usual slow, deep strokes just so he could feel your warmth clamping down on him. He pulled it all the way out until just the tip was in, then eased it back inside while holding your ass cheeks in his palms. It felt so fucking amazing when he did that, and not having felt him in so long, you could feel your orgasm bubbling up into your stomach. 

"Shuu baby, faster...Harder...Please.." 

He wasted no time in complying, hiking one leg up onto the desk and tucking it against your chest. His lips were suddenly next to your ear. 

"When you're struggling to walk tomorrow, remember that you asked for this, pretty baby.." 

Before you could think about what he said, he pulled out again slowly, but this time he rammed back into you quickly, making you scream. The head of his dick rubbed your G-spot and made spots appear behind your eyes. 

Using your leg to slightly steady himself, he pushed flushed against your ass and quickened his pace. His balls slapped against your clit, adding to your pleasure. Your tongue slipped between your lips, a few drops of saliva sliding off of it onto the desk as your husband fucked you hard from the back. 

One hand came down to slap your ass cheek again, making more and more moans fall from your plumped lips.

The sounds of skin slapping skin, your moans, Shuuhei's grunts, and your wet pussy filled the entire office space.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum. Are you ready, baby? You going to cum with me, Angel?" 

"Yesss, Shuu...please!" 

Another smack on the ass and a tough tug at your hair and your world went black before bursting with colors. 

"Shuuhei!!!" 

"SHUUHEI! WHAT THE FUCK!" 

Oh. Shit.

Talk about being caught with your pants down. Literally. 

-----

Kensei was not at all pleased with the two of you fucking in the office. On his desk.

As an effective punishment, he made Shuuhei run 100 laps around the squad barracks the next morning before work.

Was it worth it? Yes.

Is Shuuhei going to run 100 laps in your pussy tonight as payback? 

Oh hell yes.

[allthingsnine]

How do you think Hisagi would react to his s/o singing Phantogram's You're Mine to him? Even if he didn't understand the language?

Wogay, here goes!

-Hisagi’s not a huge fan of Electronic music. He tries to likeit, he really does, but he’s not really into it. Sure, he has no problem ifanyone else puts it and he has to hear it along with the others, but it’s nothis first choice. He enjoys the beats and the vibe it gives off. That’s aboutit.

-He does enjoy you singing in general. And so, if you informhim you’re singing and you want him to listen, he won’t hesitate and will doso.

-“But I thought you didn’t like Electro-pop!”

“Let me listen to you singing; I might change my mind!”

-Honestly, he loves your enthusiasm and passion. There’ssomething about the way you sing that makes him keep listening. He’ll devotehis full attention to you, no matter what he feels about the song.

-If there are areas he feels you could improve in, he’llinform you in the most positive manner possible.

[kazeshinigami]

He is cooking. Or, rather.. Stirring into a pot simmering with vegetables and currypaste. He does not necessarily need to be there continuously, but he prefers having something to do. "I told Shinji about us." Especially when he has to talk about something like this.. Even just mentioning it. Like he has finished an agreed upon task. Yet it was anything but that.. Shuuhei did not expect Kensei to share with anyone, and outside that.. Only Rose knew { to Kensei's knowledge }.

Shuuhei looks up from where he’d been setting the table for dinner. At first, he isn’t sure he can trust what he’s just heard (it doesn’t help that Kensei doesn’t change his posture over the pot at all, giving no indication that yes, he had in fact spoken just now). But when Kensei doesn’t comment on the fact that Shuuhei has stopped his task to stare, the viability of the scenario where Kensei is waiting for Shuuhei to react goes up.

“Oh.” Great, Hisagi. Real strong start there. “That’s…  That’s good. That is, I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to… to tell him.” To tell anyone. Even as he thinks of anything more to say, he returns to putting a clean pair of chopsticks at each place setting. “I won’t pry for the details. But if there’s anything more you want to say about how that went, I’ll listen. Like a debrief, or something…”

He feels warm in the face. Is it obvious that he would like to know more? How did Hirako take the revelation? Had he given any helpful advice? Will the conversation have made it easier or harder for Kensei to say anything in the future? Not that Shuuhei longs to have their relationship announced loudly to the world, but… there is a measure of assurance, pride even, that one can have when one’s… when whatever Kensei is to Shuuhei tells someone else about them. It makes what they have feel more tangible, somehow. He can’t complain about that feeling, but he doesn’t want to begin to crave it, either. He has enough factors weighing on his mind in every interaction with Kensei.

[bleached-imagines]

new imagine blog !

hey everyone! im a new bleach imagine blog, and im here to say requests are open! all i can say is i wont do ships.

[considergoldenkamuy]

masterlist

accessible through all devices now, hopefully.

LEGEND

romance guide

(g/g) :: girl/girl, lesbian

(g/b) :: girl/boy, hetero

(b/b) :: boy/boy, gay

(gn) :: character/gender neutral

(nr) :: no romance - familial/friend relationships or ordinary reactions

label guide

trigger warning :: main contain self harm, suicidal thoughts/actions, drug abuse, those sorts of things

TBP :: to be published; will hopefully be released soon

bleach

HISAGI SHUUHEI

sfw - realizing my feelings, (gn), scenario

blue submarine no. 6

HAYAMI TETSU

sfw : trigger warning - words unsaid, (g/b), scenario

eyeshield 21

JUMONJI KAZUKI

sfw - this is all real, (g/b), drabble

KONGO AGON

sfw - valentine’s day “confession,” (g/b), scenario

SHIN SEIJURO

sfw - they know now, (b/b), drabble sfw/nsfw in progress - pick you back up :: 1, 2 :: (g/b/b), scenarios

YAMATO TAKERU

sfw - pick you back up :: 1, 2 :: (g/b/b), scenarios sfw - valentine’s day confession, (g/b), scenario

fates

ACHILLES / RIDER OF RED

sfw - without you, (gn), scenario

GILGAMESH

sfw - let’s go elsewhere, (b/b), drabble

fist of the north star

KENSHIRO

sfw - it’s just who we are., (g/b, platonic), scenario

REI

sfw - moving on from ken, (gn), scenario

fullmetal alchemist

ROY MUSTANG

sfw : trigger warning - i’m here with you, (g/b), scenario

ghost hound

OGAMI MAKOTO

sfw - romantic relationship, (gn), hcs

golden kamuy

HIJIKATA TOSHIZO

sfw/nsfw - half empty, half full, (g/b), scenario sfw/nsfw - romantic relationship, (gn), hcs

OGATA HYAKUNOSUKE

sfw/nsfw - romantic relationship, (gn), hcs sfw - in concern for your trust, (gn), scenario sfw - dying, but still alive, 1 :: 2, (gn), scenario sfw - owning a cat, (gn), hcs sfw - doing s/o’s makeup, (gn), hcs

SUGIMOTO SAICHI

sfw - carried by sugimoto due to injury, (gn), scenario nsfw/sfw - 1 :: 2, (g/b), scenario sfw - dying, but still alive, 1 :: 2, (gn), scenario sfw - dealing with periods, (gn), hcs sfw - doing s/o’s makeup, (gn), hcs sfw - s/o as asirpa’s role model, (gn), hcs

TANIGAKI GENJIRO

sfw/nsfw - romantic relationship, (g/b), hcs

KOITO OTONOSHIN

sfw - lazy days together, (g/b), hcs sfw - dealing with periods, (gn), hcs sfw - returning to an injured s/o, (gn), hcs sfw - doing s/o’s makeup, (gn), hcs

TSURUMI

sfw - romantic relationship, (b/b), hcs

KIRAWUS

sfw - romantic relationship, (g/b), hcs

jojo’s bizarre adventure

DIO

nsfw/sfw - forever, (g/b) scenario

JOSEPH JOESTAR

sfw - try me, asshole, (gn), drabble

KUJO JOTARO

nsfw/sfw - forever :: 1, 2 :: (g/b), series sfw - first encounters, (b/b), drabble sfw - romantic relationship, (g/b), hcs sfw - don’t harass his gf, (g/b), hcs sfw : heavy spoilers - only star is left, (g/b), drabble sfw - i’ll be good, (g/b), scenario sfw - bringing family to meet the crew, (nr), hcs - TBP

HIGASHIKATA JOSUKE (4)

sfw - dealing with jealousy, (g/b), hcs sfw - romantic relationship, (g/b), hcs

GUIDO MISTA

sfw : trigger warning - only if you want, (gn), scenario sfw - days off, (gn), scenario

kimetsu no yaiba

HIMEJIMA GYOMEI

sfw - in a new life, (g/b), scenario

SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI

my hero academia

AMAJIKI TAMAKI

sfw - falling asleep watching tv, (g/b), scenario

ASHIDO MINA

sfw - younger sister, (nr), hcs

BAKUGO KATSUKI

sfw - younger brother, (nr), hcs sfw - younger sister, (nr), hcs sfw - having a s/o with a close family, (g/b), hcs

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO

sfw - younger brother, (nr), hcs

SHINSO HITOSHI

sfw - a gf with the midas touch, (g/b), hcs/scenario sfw : trigger warning - talk to me, (gn), scenario

TOGATA MIRIO

sfw : trigger warning - don’t die on me, (b/b), scenario

TODOROKI SHOTO

sfw - younger sister, (nr), hcs sfw - having a s/o with a close family, (g/b), hcs

IIDA TENYA

sfw - younger sister, (nr), hcs

YOARASHI INASA

sfw - younger brother, (nr), hcs sfw : trigger warning - i’ll always save you, (g/b), scenario

one punch man

ZOMBIEMAN

sfw - high school girl, (g/b), scenario sfw - waiting a while, (gn), scenario - TBP

[anotherbleachimagines]

Can I ask for first kiss scenario for Shuhei and Gin? :D

First Kiss Drabbles

Shuuhei Hisagi

It had been a long day at work for Shuuhei, half the articles for the Seireitei Communication were not yet submitted, the deadline was tomorrow, Mashiro accidentally poured an open inkpot over the copies of the article he was working on and -- he took a deep breath. It was over, at least for today, and he had other things to think about as he walked through the bar’s entrance and saw his date sitting at the bar, seat next to them open and his usual drink in front of it and he couldn’t help but smile -- the really are amazing.Three drinks in and Shuuhei could feel the blush rising up his neck and across his cheeks, it was enough to make him relax, especially after such a ridiculous day and he looked over at the person next to them; the fact that they had agreed to come with him… “Thank you.” They hummed and looked over at him, “I appreciate you coming out with me tonight, this has been…” His words faded off as he began to lean in, slowly, so if they want to pull away they can, but instead, they meet his lips.“Shuuhei!” He couldn’t help but jump at Rangiku’s voice and he could physically feel his soul leave his body as the light blush was quickly replaced by a darker blush as the other Lieutenants crowded over, ordering drinks and laughing while both Shuuhei and his date turned more and more red as their once private evening was interrupted by a stream of loud and excited lieutenants. Unseen by the newly arrived companions, they reached for his hand under the table and laced their fingers with his. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad day after all.

Gin Ichimaru

They were absentmindedly walking through the Seireitei, papers and information needed to be delivered and their mind was so far away, thinking of the Captain of Division Three and the flirtatious comments that have come between them when no one was paying attention. The slight quirk at his grin when their comments were specifically directed at him, but no one else in the room realized it. Perhaps they should be bold -- invite him out for something simple, but Captain Ichimaru was so difficult to read, and their hesitation was from the uncertainty of what to ask him to do.“My, my, what do we have here?” Recognizing that voice, their head jerked upward and they found said Captain lounging in the tree above them, “Out enjoying the lovely weather today?” They could hear the amusement in his voice and he dropped down in front of them, leaning towards them, their eyes couldn’t help but focus on just how close he was, and the six - no - seven freckles scattered across his face and neck and the smile that seemed to simply grow the longer they stared until leaned in the rest of the way to place a kiss on their lips, long enough and deep enough to leave them breathless when he finally pulls away, leaning in he murmurs in their ear, “Meet me tonight, outside Division Three’s Offices.” Heart beating in their throat they head off, speechless, and thoughts of tonight on their minds.

[bleach-your-panties]

🔴Bonus!: 

Hot, naked, wet skin slapping against skin sounded throughout the bedroom as Shuuhei pounded you into the mattress. 

One hand was wrapped around your throat and gave occasional squeezes while the other held your knee and kept it pushed up to your chest. 

"Keep counting, Sugar. Be good for me.."He breathed out in a husky breath. 

"S-seventy eight...s-s-seventy nine…" 

This has been going on for a good three hours now. You finally had made it to the seventies without messing up. Every time you did mess up, Shuuhei made you start over from one. 

"That's a good girl… don't stop."

You counted out each deep stroke that Shuuhei gave you. The overstimulation had your nerves searing - oh, how badly you needed to cum.

Your moans and counting echoed around the house (and probably the rest of the barracks) as your husband gave you the rest of the laps that he owed you. 

Hopefully you wouldn't mess up anymore before you got to 100.

[chire-senbonimagines]

Toshiro, Ichigo and Shuhei headcanon, where they have a sweet s/o, but one day their parent pops up and s/o is just really unusually cold towards the parent, the parent acts like they’re a victim, but the boys find out at some point parent is just being manipulative to people and was an abusive parent, s/o is just protecting themselves when this parent shows up? Their reaction to before and after finding out?

Hitsugaya Toshirou

Hitsugaya is honestly immediately suspicious in the seeming personality switch. He knows his s/o better than his s/o’s parent and he’s not one for a woe is me attitude.

Simply - he’s not buying it.

When he finds out, he immediately understands. Hitsugaya has done his own amount of building walls to hide himself as an incredibly young genius having been through so much.

He can’t understand what you’ve been through but he does his best to be there for you - no matter how awkwardly.

Kurosaki Ichigo

Ichigo is another one that knows something must be up at the huge difference.

He can be oblivious some of the time but not with this. He’s not had the easiest time growing up either - being picked on for his appearance, his father hiding so much from him - but not so much that would make him be so cold so he knows something not just bad but continuous as gone on to make you feel this way towards your parent.

Ichigo is also far more trusting of you than someone he’s just met so while he feels sorry for your parent he doesn’t entirely think they’re the victim in this scenario and he’ll keep away from them or keep them at arms length until you’re comfortable enough to share what happened in the past.

When he finds out he’ll be very protective of you when/if your parent shows up. He’s civil to them but it’s no skin off his back to cut them out completely if that’s what you want.

Hisagi Shuuhei

Shuuhei is probably the most conflicted on all of this out of the three guys. He always seems to react very easily to strong emotions and he might get caught up in the behaviour of his s/o’s parent.

Taking a step back to analyse is key here for him and s/o acting coldly is what will do it. He knows you and he knows you’re not normally like this so he’d definitely take a moment to himself to go back over the interaction and try to analyse.

He’s also thinking about the best way to ask you why you suddenly seemed so cold. The last thing he wants is to sound accusatory, he knows there must be a reason and he knows it’s nothing small either. He might trip over his words a little but he’s doing his best to approach this sensitively.

When he finds out, he promises going forward to do everything you want or need as protection, physically and mentally, in regards to your parent. He’s here for you and you are most important to him. More than anyone.