#rolling free - after Aizen

[muzansfangs]

Bloodstain.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; mention to past Shuhei Hisagi x f!reader; Shunsui Kyoraku;

Format: multi-chapters story;

Warnings for this chapter: nsfw, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, spitting kink, possessive behavior, slight degradation kink, hair pulling, scratching, touch-starved Sosuke, manhandling, creampie, both the reader and Sosuke are bad at feelings;

Plot: The ache between your thighs and in your head were all that was left about the previous night. A quick shower and more than a mere goodbye kiss were the proofs everything was over. Leaving Sosuke’s quarters, you accidentally bumped into the Captain Commander. Fooling Shunsui was impossible and this gave the man the idea of burdening you with a particularly hard task.

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𝐀 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.

The warm rays of the sun seeping through the window lunged over the bed, making you stir. The headache greeting you as you came back to your senses was the unequivocal sign you were experiencing a terrible hangover. Lazily lifting your eyelids, you rubbed your eyes and tried to roll over your side, hoping to indulge into the bed for some more minutes. Something weighing on your waist, however, prevented you from moving. Furrowing your eyebrows, you opened your eyes wider, letting your gaze drift downwards, only to spot a muscular arm draped over your body.

Connecting the dots, you felt your cheeks heat up, flashbacks of the lustful night you had spent with him resurfacing in the back of your mind. You truly had no idea how to deal with this. The ache between your thighs made you let out a stifled moan, as you gently grasped his wrist and tried to lift up his arm from your waist. Bad move, undoubtedly.

The disapproving guttural sound coming from the man beside you made you flinch and you turned your head to the side to peer at him curiously. Handsome as a fallen angel, Sosuke was resting closer to you than you remembered yesterday night. His soft, longer brown locks were delicately dangling over his visible eye, still closed. In moments like this, it was hard to believe he was a criminal, homicidal mastermind. On top of that, it was kind of unsettling you had let him ravage your body the night before. Physically, you surely did not regret it. Mentally, you had felt free, good, after so many months spent in crying your eyes out for the horror of the war, fearing of not making it out alive. What was now troubling you was thinking of what would have happened if someone found out about this.

“I’ve heard showing empathy to a partner the morning after is commonly appreciated. — Sosuke’s hoarsely said, causing your stomach to somersault, as you were absent-mindedly goggling at him — I was not expecting you to shove me off of you so cold-heartedly” he reasoned, his hand tracing the outline of your hipbone as you rolled your eyes at him and hid your face behind your hands to get a grip of yourself.

Having a soft spot for him was not an option you were willing to contemplate, but he was doing his best to make it hard for you to detach yourself from your feelings.

“I needed to go to the bathroom” you blatantly lied, hoping his brain was still not functioning correctly, considering it was early in the morning. Then again, Sosuke Aizen was not a mere human like you, nor a mere Soul Reaper.

“Ah, now you turned to the childish tactic of lying. That’s intriguing”.

“That’s simply trying to mark the line between us”.

Sosuke grinned, sitting up and hovering over you faster than you had anticipated. His hands latched around your wrists, pinning them together above your head. The warmth provided by his body, the way his abs grazed over your bare stomach and his cock was poking at your inner thigh was enough to set your body on fire and send your morals flying out of the window.

Dipping his head down towards your ear, Sosuke hummed and nosed the curve of your neck “Oh really? You know, this attitude of yours has got me thinking I should have probably fucked you harder yesterday night. — he cooed, inhaling deeply, as he now buried his face into the crook of your neck — Maybe, unable to walk straight, you would have had no troubles in admitting the already blurry line between us is no longer existing”.

You had almost forgotten how good he was at getting under the skin of his interlocutors. You had never been an exception. His charm, his way of making you question yourself and your own decisions, even bending your morals for him, were all signs you had never found the strength to build a wall between you two.

Therefore, staring up at him now, helpless as the bruising grip on your wrists did not loosen up, you snorted “Let me guess, you won’t let me go until I confess I enjoyed what happened last night?” you asked him, eyes narrowing as he ghosted his lips over your jawline, earning a sigh from you.

“Maybe I just want to fuck you again. — Sosuke replied, leisurely letting one of his hand glide down your body, tracing your belly, until it cupped your sex — Stuffing you so full of my seed it will dribble down your thighs, while you talk to your brother. What do you say?”.

Your lips parted, eyes widening even so slightly as you instictively tried to close your legs, unable to control the effect his lecherous words had had on your body. This time, you had no excuses, you were sober, you would have been convicted murderer of decency, if you let him in again. Still, as your legs were squeezed together, his hand did not move. His fingers, instead, spread your labia, his thumb searching for your clitoris and flicking it to watch the way your foreteeth sank onto your bottom lip not to moan. The signs of your arousal were crystal clear, though. From your labored breath, to your half-lidded eyes. Not to mention your juices seeping onto the pads of his fingers stroking your folds.

“I say you should let me go. — you breathed out, glancing at the sun raising outside — I need to make it back to the Inn, before my brother finds out I have not spent the night there” you reasoned, but the moment his finger eased into your core, curling, you gasped and a low moan fell from your lips.

Sosuke was staring at you intently, his free hand cupping your cheek “Look at me and tell me that you want me to stop” he stated calmly, your brows knitting whilst you struggled to steady your breath. The truth was you wanted more and you would have been damned, if you said you did not wish to experience the same overwhelming bliss you had gone through last night. Now that you were fully yourself, now that the sun was still not wholly up, nobody would have known about it. No one. No one, but you two.

“I should reject you” you murmured, nuzzling your cheek into the palm of his hand. You wondered why it always felt tender, why he was not imposing himself arrogantly as he always did.

“But your body can’t refuse, can it? Or, perhaps, you don’t want to at all” he whispered, easing a second finger into your sappy cunt. Thighs quivering, you gave up. Spreading them wider for him, you cupped his cheeks, cradling his face into your hands, and you knitted your eyebrows together.

“Promise me you won’t tell a soul” you blurted out through gritted teeth, cheeks heating up, as he bit onto your lower lip, tugging at it to assert his dominance.

You did not really need him to speak and assure you this défaillance was going to be your secret. Somehow, you knew he had no reason to spread the rumors around. Aizen Sosuke loved to watch people covet what was his, but he lurked in the shadows, keeping a low profile unless it was strictly necessary to make a scene, showing his cards.

Involving you into a passionate kiss, Sosuke groaned scissoring his fingers into you, as his tongue slipped into your mouth. There was something enthralling about his sinful hands on you, about the way he was so hungry for your flesh he almost trembled. You could not let it slide this time, not as you kissed down his jaw and brought your mouth to his ear.

“Why are you shuddering?” you whispered, hooded eyes fluttering close as he curled his fingers into you once again, stimulating that spongy spot that made your body shake in violent waves of pleasure.

He glared at you, teeth sinking onto the crook of your neck to leave the umpteenth mark since the previous night “Years go by, but you still run your mouth like a impudent toddler” he deadpanned, lapping at your now bruised skin before leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your cleavage, between the valley of your breasts.

You writhed beneath him, your hand gliding behind his neck, gripping his neck as he flicked his tongue over your right nipple. You could not take it anymore and he knew it, he could feel your inner walls tightening around his fingers, before he denied you your orgasm once again. He seemed to draw immense pleasure from torturing you. It was only now, as you opened your eyes again, watching how he grabbed his cock, giving it a few languid strokes to line it to your opening, that you connected the dots. He was, without the shadow of a doubt, touch-starved.

Caramel eye glimmering in wanton, his tip rubbed down your slit, collecting your juices meticulously.

“You’re touch-starved” you breathed out, softly, a pang of pity in your voice that visibly irked him.

“Shut up” he growled, before pushing himself deep into your core, pulling a loud moan from you, as your back arched in sheer pleasure. Your legs, hooked around his hips, tightened around him and squashed him even closer to you.

While the sting of pain caused by the sudden intrusion was already fading away, you instinctively let your nails dig onto his shoulderblades, crescent moon marks appearing on his flesh like a tattoo. Smoothly, he witherdrew slowly from you warm channel, only to thrust back inside vigorously. A breathy moan was ripped from your throat, while you lolled your head back and exposed your neck to his vicious mouth. The snaps of his hips were something out of this world. Never in your life you had ever felt such a pleasure, such a passion and mastery among the bedsheets. Sosuke was greedy, grunting softly next to your ear, making sure you could feel him wholly.

Toes curling, you let your thoughts run free “Is that what Muken has done to you?” you asked him, only for Sosuke to wrap one of his hand around your throat, firmly, but not enough to hurt you.

“That’s what you did to me”.

The meaning behind his words was unknown to you. Did he mean he had longed for you for so long he had eventually lost his mind? However, you knew Sosuke enough to confidently say he did not care about anyone, or anything in this world except for himself. Maybe you were a whim he had finally satisfied, or maybe he was in denial upon ascertaining himself he was indeed touch-starved. He was smart, you were one-hundred percent sure he perfectly was aware of his own feelings and emotions. Admitting them out loud, though, was out of discussion.

When he felt your inner walls spasming around his cock, he gritted his teeth and sat back on his heels, hands sliding up your thighs and taking a hold of your ankles. Pushing your legs up, he buried himself into you until the hilt. The action stole the air from your lungs, as you just lied there, hips uncontrollably bucking up, while he pinned you down with a lustful glare.

“You should have not told me a fellow shinigami had fucked you before me” he rasped out, pausing only to give you a few rough thrusts that made you go in a frenzy.

This feeling, the way the tip of his cock bumped against your cervix, causing winces of pain to erupt from your throat should have been illegal. The pleasure, mingled to that numb pain, was too go to exist. All you could do was staring up at him, watching how his hips smoothly snapped upwards towards yours. His body was perfect, resembling one of those marble statues carved by a greek sculptor.

“I want him to see you struggling to walk, after you leave my quarters. I want him to smell me on your body, to taste my seed when he goes down on you and realizes you will not be satisfied ever again after me” he affirmed, nostrils flaring as he ravaged you at a breathtaking tempo.

His words ominously echoed in your head, as the face of Shuhei appeared before your eyes. You were not his girlfriend, you had never been, but you had promised him to talk about what you two might have had in the near future. If only he knew how you had spent the night and the early morning, he would have never looked at you the same way. Your fists clutched the white blankets at your sides tightly, a shameless moan leaving your lips as you felt him twitch into you. He was close and so were you. Stopping was pointless, by now. You had already made up your mind. You would have done what you did best, the very thing you had done with Shuhei: disappearing for a while. But could you really play your same old game with Sosuke? The way he now spread your legs wider, settling them onto his shoulders as he fucked you stupid, were suggesting you a different ending.

Sweat beaded his forehead as you tightened around him, earning a grunt from the man above you. The way he held you, the way he fucked you, it was possessive. The way he had expressed how much he would have liked to see Shuhei’s world crumble upon tasting his sperm into you spoke volumes. Then again, you refused to believe Sosuke was obsessed with you. No matter the deep conversations you two had had in the past, or the fact that he had saved your life more than once in Hueco Mundo.

You two were not meant to be.

You shuddered, you could feel his balls slapping against your ass, as he lunged over you and folded your body in half “Look at me. Look at me, while I make you come” he ordered, breath ragged as you stared deeply into his eye.

“It’s so fucking weird, Sosuke. — you stated, as his thrusts got sloppier — You… You craving my attention is not something I had forseen happening in my whole life”.

“Then it means you never paid attention to our interactions. That’s disappointing” he huskily replied, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Whatever. It’s not like I’ve ever cared about failing your expectations” you breathed out, before he reached his hand up and pushed his fingers into your mouth, forcing it open while he gave you a brutal thrust. And just like that, he spat into your mouth.

Your eyes grew round as his saliva slided over your tongue, his hand closing your mouth forcefully as he chased his orgasm with more urgency now. Degraded by the very man you had once hoped to destroy, you swallowed, too proud to belittle yourself with a row. Huffing, you just tugged at his hair harsher than you ever did, your eyes locked with his as you tightened around him and reached your climax with a strained moan.

Sosuke glared at you, before finally giving you a last thrust and finishing deep into your core. His warmth flooded in your gummy walls, your thighs quivering at the feeling, as he stayed still to make sure not a single drop was wasted. You were panting and he was too, when he slowly pulled out and proceeded to spread your labia to contemplate his work.

Still oversensitive, you flinched and tried to swat his hands away, but eventually you gave up, as he shot a cold glance at you.

“What’s your deal?” you queried, whilst he watched his cum ooze out of your core with sheer interest.

He smirked “Just wanted to carve in my mind the sight of my seed in your pussy, before you leave” he cooed, as you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. It was time to clean up and leave that room and the hellish man inhabiting it behind. As soon as possible.

Sitting up, you found the strength to push his hands off of you. Sosuke did not put up a fight this time, eyes merely following your movements as you attempted to stand up on your wobbly legs. Bending down, you collected your clothes from the floor and scowled at the thought of wearing them again, at least, until you could finally sneak back into your room at the Inn.

“Aren’t you going to gift me your underwear?” Sosuke spoke out from behind you, causing you to stop in your tracks.

“Excuse me?” you quipped, whipping your head back towards him.

“I thought it was a ‘human thing’ women did. — he casually replied, albeit you could tell he was clearly feigning ignorance to mess around with you — I saw it in a couple of movies”.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him on your way to the bathroom “Don’t be ridiculous. Still, I didn’t think you were the type to sniff them in the dead of the night”.

You had not anticipated his comeback, though. The smug grin on your face dropped as quickly as it had stretched your lips, upon hearing his words.

“I don’t need to sniff your thong to smell your pussy. — he declared calmly, cocking his head to the side as he eyed your body — If I want to eat you out, all I have to do is ask you to spread your legs and I know for sure you’d do it without hesitating” he bantered, causing you to mentally curse yourself and dash into the bathroom.

Sliding the door shut, you rested your forehead against the smooth wooden surface and closed your eyes. You had a talent. An incredible talent at screwing up your already chaotic and messed up life. Sosuke was right. Even though your rationality suggested you not to let him touch you ever again, you perfectly knew that, after what had happened between you two, you would have not been capable to push him away if he touched you. But this toxic attraction was not healthy. Sosuke had been poisoning you for years, gradually, drop after drop. You knew that too. Nevertheless, you had let him do that, feeding you that insatiable thirst for his venom until you had let him own every inch of your body in the most visceral way imaginable.

You hated yourself for having played with Shuhei, for having let your relationship sink. Not even the war was an excuse for what you had done. If you want someone, you fight for him, you ignore the adversities life throws at your face. Through pain and blood, you do anything you can to get them. But the real question was: did you want him as much as he wanted you?

Now, letting the warm water cascade over your naked body, fingers rubbing your scalp gently, you felt like a bubble in the wind, waiting for an angular rock to pop you and let you explode in your misery. You needed to leave this place, to leave Sosuke’s barracks, go back to your room in the Inn to collect your belongings and find Shuhei. After that, you could finally go back to your ordinary life in the World of the livings. Or so you thought. Washing away quickly any trace of your misconducts, you lost no time in hopping out of the cubicle and wrapping a towel around your body. Drying your hair at the best you could, you did the same with your body and put back your uniform, before taking a deep breath and going back to the bedroom. Upon entering, you were not shocked to spot a still very naked Sosuke sitting on the edge of the bed. A silky black dressing gown was draped over his shoulder, his lips grazing the rim of a cup of a tea as his right leg was crossed over the other.

He reminded you of a bohémien artist, at first. But he was anything but that. Passing by him, you grasped your zanpakuto and secured it on your hip. Then, you halted and clenched your fists down your sides nervously.

“That’s the end of the road for us, I guess” he spoke out, saving you from babbling out idiotic phrases you would have regretted on your way out of there.

“Yes, it is” you shortly mumbled, nodding your head imperceptibly.

“I see. — he replied, pausing just to settle the now empty cup on top of the nightstand — Let me say my goodbyes properly, then” he chimed again, standing up and approaching you.

You were frozen in place, unable to move as he grasped your chin delicately between his thumb and forefinger. His hot breath fanned your cheek, as his lips ghosted over the skin leisurely, sending waves of electricity through your veins “I keenly look forward to seeing you again” he whispered, before capturing your lips with his in a demanding kiss you could not refuse.

One last kiss, one last taste of his sinful lips as you reciprocated it, as you let his tongue invade your mouth and strip you of your last shred of dignity left in you.

When it ended, you flicked your gaze up to meet his. Your breath was labored, your heart thrumming against your ribcage so violently you thought it was going to break the bones and jump out of your chest. Breathless, you shook your head and slided the door behind you open rather clumsily.

The still cool air of the early morning nipped your skin, as you glanced at him from the porch one last time “See you” you mumbled, before sprinting down the same path you had drunkely taken yesterday night.

You could have used the flash-step to get to your destination faster, but your legs were still kind of numb. The dull, steady thump of your feet hitting the floorboards was the only audible sound accompanying you, as you tried to concentrate on your task: getting to the Inn as soon as possible. Cussing under your breath, you turned to the left to get to the staircase, but your head was so in the clouds you had not even been capable of detecting the strong and familiar reiatsu coming from the that direction.

Your nose colliding with a broad, hairy chest and your ass landing onto the floor were enough to halt your run. Groaning softly in pain, your gazed up to see who was the man you had bumped into, only to gawk at the sight of the Captain Commander himself. You blinked, ascertaining you were far from being still drunk. He was there, grinning down at you amusedly as he immediately offered his hand to you to get back on your feet. Shunsui Kyoraku, the kindest shinigami you had ever had the pleasure to meet.

“Isn’t it too early for you to be up?” you nervously chortled, taking a hold of his hand and getting back on your feet.

The man in front of you sighed, head turning to the side as he clicked his tongue “At least someone remembers I am not an early bird. Being the Captain Commander is harder than you could ever imagine” he stated, rubbing his chin listlessly.

Fixing your uniform, you smiled at him and glanced up at the sky. It was still early, definitely too early for your brother to be roaming down the streets. But you needed to make enough time to take care of the various issues caused by your tendency to gum up your efforts of living a peaceful life.

“And what about you? All alone, disheveled, black circles under your eyes, hickeys on your neck… — Shunsui noted casually, your eyes darting on him as your hand instictively gripped the collar of your uniform to tug it up to cover the bitemarks — I can only think about a thing, miss Kurosaki” he stated, blessing you with one of his characteristic smiles.

Fooling Shunsui Kyoraku, a man who lived the life of a laidback lothario, drunk most of the times, someone who had no qualms in showing the world how much of an hedonist he was, was the equivalent of dressing up as a clown and pretending not to work in circus. You were toasted, as a matter of fact, but you still tried to push your luck. There was nothing wrong with having sex with someone, right? And you probably did not even expect him, out of everyone you knew, to give you the speach. You were a grown up woman, living up to the idea you could make your own decisions, when it came down to your body.

“And you’d be right. I drank a little too much yesterday night and I loosened up” you stated casually, already trying to turn your back at him, vainly hoping you had washed away Sosuke’s reiatsu and that his chamber was not the only one located in that direction. But Shunsui was not naive.

As his hand latched around your wrist, stopping you, it was clear he had got the hint of what had happened “How was it? Did he hurt you?” he asked, a concerned undertone echoing in his words as you twirled around to face him again.

Cold sweat collected behind your neck, your breath hitching as you gaped and stammered a simple “Who?”.

“I’m not here to judge you. I’m the last person who could do that anyway. I just wanted to check on you” Shunsui explained, this time sounding serious. His single grey eye was looking straight into yours, showing empathy as his grip on your wrist loosened and you dropped your arm back down your side.

Why lying now?

“Shunsui, promise—” you started, warning him with a glacial glare in your eyes as you took a step closer to him, checking the area as if you were looking for a possible passer-by.

The Captain Commander smiled, lowering his hat over his head to shield himself from the sunlight “Your secret is safe with me” he said and, in that very moment, you trusted him. How could you not, after all?

Straightening your back, you huffed and leaned against the wall at your back. Your eyes downcast, as you eventually decided to confirm his suspicions “It was consensual, if that’s your concern and… He has been actually exceptionally kind to me. I fainted in front of his room and he brought me in. I don’t think I need to explain what happened next” you replied, cheeks heating up, as you reminisced the actions that had led you to moan Sosuke’s name, as if your life depended on it.

If you closed your eyes, you could still feel his touch lingering on your skin, smell his cologne as he held you close to his body. But it was wrong and, now that the thrill had expired, you had no reason to think about it ever again.

Shunsui nodded, folding his arms against his chest “You know, it’s actually funny how the first person he talked about when I unsealed him was you. He was awfully concerned about your whereabouts”.

His words piqued your interest this time, your brows furrowing as you tilted your head to the side, inviting him to go on with his narration. After being unsealed, the first person that came to his mind was yours. Why? What did he want from you? Except for your body, obviously.

“What?” you quizzically asked him.

“That’s right. He wanted to know if you were alright. He told me he had sensed your reiatsu getting feeble. He wondered what had happened to you, but he obviously did not give away to me too much of his mind. I think I know why he was so invested into you now… — Shunsui said, scratching his stubble, as he eyed you up and down with a thoughtful gaze that did not promsie anything good — Which is giving me ideas”.

You blinked a few times, mostly puzzled by the informations you had just received by the former Captain of the Eight Division. Sosuke had sensed you had gotten badly injured and he had gone to the extent of asking Shunsui about your well-being. What was going on inside his mind was a mystery you were not capable of figuring out. Not yet, not even in the vulnerable state you had seemingly seen him at that morning. His solitude and his yearn for human touch were getting the best of him, even if he strived to carefully hide the truth.

“Ideas? I know that face and I really have no time to put up with your shit” you jabbed your finger at the man, arching an eyebrow up expectantly.

Shunsui, however, had already made up his mind. While he smiled at you, he did not reconsider even for a second his decision “Well, you can go to pack your stuff and say your goodbyes for now. But, unfortunately, I need your help with our special threat” he stated, earning a resentful look from your behalf.

He needed what now? Your help with who? With the very person you were avoiding to meet ever again? You thought he was jesting, at first, but when he did not join your soft chuckle, you realized he was serious and your smile dropped from your face instantly.

“Whatever you are thinking about, erase me from the list of people involved in your plan” you flatly said, but Shunsui shook his head.

“Ah, my dear Y/N, I am afraid I can’t. Not when you are the only person in the whole world he does not completely despise. Also… Come on, you guys are pretty close now” he started, subtly smirking as you stared at him horrified.

“Shunsui—”.

“I need someone to watch over him and…”.

“Awesome, ask someone—”.

“…You are going to let him live rent free in your house”.

“What?!” you snapped, colors draining from your face as you clasped your hand over your mouth in shock. You could not believe what you had just heard him saying. He was out of his mind, clearly.

But the moment you both sensed a powerful and tremendously strong reiatsu raining down on you, Shunsui chuckled and you had no other choice but to come to terms with the fact that you could not abandon your friend like that. Gritting your teeth, you stood back up and your eyes met with Sosuke’s ones. Fully dressed, he was standing a few feet away from Shunsui and you, his appearence radiating a sense of superiority that almost nauseated you.

“It’s rude to talk about people behind their backs. — Sosuke chided you both, as Shunsui huffed at his remark — Care to tell me what’s the deal with you two?” he asked you, his gaze lingering on you for way longer than you expected.

Shunsui raised his hands apologetically, taking a single step closer to Sosuke, his tone of voice uncharacteristically serious “How does it sound sharing a roof with this beautiful girl, Aizen-san?”.

And, God, the way Sosuke’s eye gleamed in mischief upon hearing those words was enough to make you realize how bad your situation was.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Here we are with the third part. The things I have planned for this one are scrumptious, I promise!❤️ Hit me with a feedback, if you want! Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

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Kinktober Day 17- Grimmjow x Enemy!Reader (Mirror Sex)

  *Requested by reader ;)*   

  Another day, another threat to the Soul Society. It was getting tiring by how often bad things were happening to your place of work, well home. First you had to deal with intruders, then to find out that three of your Squad Captains, Aizen, Gin and Tosen, were actually the bad guys. Which was worse for you because Gin was your squad captain. Then after that, you had to deal with some Arrancar mess that you barely knew anything about! It was just so frustrating!

        You let out a small huff of cusses as you patrolled Karakura Town. You've heard rumors of Arrancar activity, but no one has yet to see anything yet. You've never actually seen an Arrancar, you just knew that they were your enemies. Another sigh escaped your lips as you hurried to a nearby Hollow. The least they could have done was give you a partner to chat with. Instead, they told you to keep alert and to not involve Ichigo and his friends.

"I'm so bored!" You groaned loudly.

        Gasping, you heard a gate open from behind. Quickly grabbing your zanpakuto, you waited for another Hollow to appear. To your surprise, it wasn't. Your eyes widen as you observed the person before you. He was tall, had cyan colored hair, a broken mask on his face, white clothes and a hole in his-wait hole?

"Uhhhhh, you wouldn't happen to be...an Arrancar?" You asked, hesitating your next move. The man looked at your,

"What's a chick like yerself doin' with that sword?" He asked, his tone harsh. You started to shake before him,

"What does it look like?!" You huffed, trying to stay calm. The man stuffed his hands in his pockets, observing you,

"Didn't know there were chicken Soul Reapers."

"Am not!" You swung your blade towards him, only for him to catch it, "I am a proud member of Squad 3! I will stop you in your tracks, Arrancar! Remember my name, (Y/N), because it will be me who-"

"I'm bored of this," The man huffed, throwing you over his shoulder with ease and taking your blade.

"Hey!"

"(Y/N) of Squad 3? Hm, wasn't that Gin's shitty group?" He muttered before opening up another gate, "Whatever, got me a prize."

        You protested against him, trying to break free. It was embarrassing how easily overpowered you were. This Arrancar had to be extremely strong in order to stop you with ease. He also mentioned Gin. This stranger was taking you to where your old Squad Captain was. Just the thought of seeing him made you confused. What was going to happen to you? You were an enemy to these guys. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you thought of the worst case scenario.

"Fuck, I hate whiners."

"S-Shut up! I'm allowed to cry if I'm scared!"

"Tch, ain't no reason to be...yet."

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        You were confused and surprised by how things turned out. Gin recognized you and ended up taking pity, allowing you to stay as a prisoner. Apparently you were such a small inconvenience that Aizen found no need to worry about you. Honestly, you should be mad, You should be disappointed, but you were just happy to still be alive. You were hurt knowing that nothing you did would change anything to Aizen's big plan, but at least you got to live. Even if it were as a prisoner.

"C'mon, move yer ass." Grimmjow grumbled.

        You shot a glare towards the sexy stranger who kidnapped you. None of this would have happened if he would have just left you alone. Now, you were stuck as his prisoner. For all you knew, Aizen left you with him for the solo purpose of Grimmjow killing you himself. Grimmjow easily stopped you from even attacking him. It was probably easy for him to snap your neck. Perhaps you could use something else to get the upper hand.

"Don't even think bout it. I'm too tired to clean up any mess." 

"There is no way you can read minds." You huffed. Grimmjow just rolled his eyes as he opened a door for you,

"I ain't stupid. I can hear them escape thoughts under yer breathe. Yer mine now, so just do as I say and don't piss me off."

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        You loved to piss Grimmjow off. It was amusing how angry he would get. The fire in his eye as he clenched his fist or that sexy scowl he would do, just made it more fun. You had been stuck with Grimmjow about two weeks now. Honestly, being his prisoner was not the worst thing in the world. His training was the only thing that was brutal. He was treating you like one of his men. Something about needing to learn to fend for yourself, blah blah. What need was there if you were a prisoner?

        Today was just another day of training. Grimmjow has summoned you and his fraccion our to the training grounds. Of course, you had to wait for him to pick you up. One of the many fun perks about being a prisoner was that you had to be escorted everywhere. All you had to hear was his grunt to know that Grimmjow was at your door.

"I'll be out in a minute," You told him. Another grunt, "The door is open if you hate waiting so much."

"Yer a pain in the ass, ya know that?" Grimmjow spat, entering your room.

"Boohoo, I'm your enemy, I'm supposed to be annoying." You looked at your hair once more in your large mirror, "Don't like it, then teach me a lesson I won't hate."

        Words you would soon regret. Grimmjow was watching you from the doorway. He noticed your large mirror once more. Stepping inside, he closed the door and locked it. You wanted to to learn something new? Something you won't hate? Grimmjow had just an idea. Something perfect for his so called enemy.

"Ya know, if I were really yer enemy, then ya shouldn't have let me in so easily." Grimmjow approached you from behind. You noticed him through your mirror,

"Complications." You went to turn, but Grimmjow wrapped his arms around your body, "What are-"

"Teachin' ya a lesson ya won't hate."

        Your eyes widen as you watched his hands go under your shirt to your breasts. He had a wide smirk on his face as he made eye contact with you through the mirror. You whimpered lowly as he groped your breasts, giving them rough and tight squeezes. You tried to squirm out of his grip, but it was to no avail. Grimmjow was far stronger than you.

"Bet ya regret not trainin', huh?"

"L-Lemme go,"

        Grimmjow nibbled against your ear, choosing to ignore your pleas. He tore your shirt off, enjoying the expressions you were making. He ripped your bra and started to pinch your nipples, earning quiet moans from you. You tried to hold back your voice, but Grimmjow was making your body burn. You won't lie, you had imagined this scenario once or twice. Grimmjow was sexy, but he was also an asshole, so you assumed this would never happen.

        You let out another moan as Grimmjow brought his hand under your panties, rubbing your clit. He started to bite and suck against your neck, not breaking eye contact with you through the mirror. Your body arched against his, moaning lowly as he roughly rubbed your sensitive bud. Your body was getting hotter, more desperate for his touch. No! You had to remember that Grimmjow was your enemy. You should not be doing this with him.

"So fuckin' wet for me, huh? Ya like it when yer enemy touches ya like this? When I touch ya?" Grimmjow whispered in your ear. You could see the wide smirk on his face.

"N-No!" You protested, but cried out as he entered a finger inside your wet pussy, "Hah...D-Don't...mhm..."

"Huah? Can't hear ya," Grimmjow ripped your pants and panties, "Look at yerself, so wet just from me touchin' ya."

        You whimpered as you looked at your self in the mirror. Your naked body pressed against Grimmjow as his hands moved against your pussy. You shuddered as he entered another finger, pumping them inside you. Watching him fuck your pussy with his hand was turning you on more. You could see how wet he was making you. 

"Yer face says it wants more," Grimmjow held your cheeks, "Look at yer slutty face, tell me ya want yer enemy's dick shoved inside ya."

"Mhm...N-No," You whined, still being stubborn. Grimmjow pumped his fingers faster into you, "W-Wait-"

"The feelin' of being fucked by yer enemy turns ya on, huh? I think it turns me on too,"

        You whined as Grimmjow removed his fingers. He placed them in your mouth while he took out his dick. You gulped as he pressed you against the mirror, positioning himself. You were being stubborn, but you did want his dick. Just once you wanted to listen to your intrusive thoughts. Whimpering as Grimmjow started to shove his cock inside your pussy, you returned to the mirror. The face you were making was so lewd, so dirty. It wasn't like you.

        Grimmjow slapped your ass as he shoved himself all the way in. You arched your back, moaning loudly at the sudden thrust. Holding your hips in place, Grimmjow started to pound your pussy with force. He chuckled darkly as he watched you through the mirror. Your face getting more fucked out with each thrust he gave you. 

"Awe, look at yer slutty face. Does yer enemy's dick feel that good inside ya? Cuz yer pussy feels so goddamn tight."

"Mhm, n-" You moaned as he gave you a rough thrust, "Y-Yes! Ah~ W-Wai-"

"Can't hear ya, tell me what cha want." Grimmjow slapped himself against you, his balls hitting your clit each time. You whimpered, reaching your first orgasm,

"I...I want you, Grimmjow. P-please don't....mhm stop."

"Nah, tell me it right, or I'll stop." He threaten, slowing his pace. You shuddered, your pussy trying to suck him in,

"I-I want my enemy to fuck me! W-Wreck my pussy to your shape!" You cried out.

        Grimmjow just laughed madly as he continued his rough thrusts. He pulled your hair, forcing you to watch yourself. You eyes nearly rolled back as you felt yourself about to cum again. Grimmjow's dick kept hitting you in all the right places. You shouldn't be doing this. He was your enemy, but it felt so good. Crying out his name, you cam hard against his dick. Grimmjow enjoyed the lewd expressions you were making and kept drilling his cock into you.

"We can make this yer new trainin' routine, since ya don't like my other one." Grimmjow picked you up, fucking you directly in front of the mirror with everything showing, "Wouldn't ya like that?"

        You trembled from the position he held you at. You were a moaning mess, unable to respond to him. Glancing back at the mirror, you grew flustered as you watched his cock drill into you. Watching him fuck you just made you cum again, moaning loudly. Grimmjow just chuckled, taking that as a yes before filling you again. He stopped, staring at the two of you in the mirror. Cum was leaking out of your pussy as his cock stayed deep inside you.

"Hm, just once more. Don't think my enemy learned her lesson yet." He said with a sadistic smirk.

"N-No....Don't think....I did."

[itjazzbicch]

2 A.M.

Pairing:  Soft/Upset!Ichigo Kurosaki x Reader 

First time writing for Ichigo so I hope I did well! 

Summary: After saying some hurtful words during the heat of a battle, the reader and Ichigo's friendship is clearly affected by this, not seeing each other for days, when randomly, Ichigo come to talk in the middle of the night...

Warnings:  None! Just fluff

Word Count: 0.9k 

The rain in the night fell like sad tears, hearing the drops even while in the shower. Dead in the night, only the sound of water falling as I stood there, subconsciously washing away the soap that covered my body while I relived a painful memory in my head:

"You're just not strong, Y/N!"

"You're only in my way, so just disappear!"

I understood that everything Ichigo, our friends, and myself had been facing, Aizen and the Arrancars, was a matter of life or death, but all I wanted to do was use my powers to help.

I wasn't sure what the source of my power was, but I was no weakling and surely not a coward. Ichigo's strength was admirable. All of us looked at him as a ray of hope.

All I wanted was to help him, so he didn't have to carry such a heavy burden on his own, and that's what he screamed at me.

I haven't seen Ichigo since that day and they may have been just words, but they hurt my heart as if I could feel my heart-breaking piece by piece when those words replayed in my head.

Even after turning off the shower, water droplets were slowly falling on my feet. They were tears. No matter how hard I tried not to think about it, it was the only thing I could think about.

Like a zombie, I dried off and dressed for bed, tossing my towel into the hamper, making my way to my bed, and fixing my pillow. I was bound to have another restless night, wrapping myself with a blanket before I went to lay down and there were knocks on my door.

It was 2 a.m. Far too late for any guests to come, let alone on a rainy night.

With my luck, it'd be Chad or Uryu, wanting to go kill some hollows, but when I opened the door just enough to look with one eye, that bright, orange hair was my first sight, then Ichigo's big, brown eyes.

"Hey, Y/N," He only whispered, some pain in his voice as he spoke, but asked politely, "I know it's pretty late, but I can't sleep, and I need to talk to you. Can I come in?"

I only nodded, leaving the door open for him to enter, scooting my feet back into my room, laying on my side with my back facing him as he followed.

"What do you want to talk about?" I sighed, curling up into my blanket.

He wasn't responding which only made me anxious, my heart racing, mixing with confusion as I felt his body weighing onto my bed, pupils expanding when his arms wrapped me into a tight embrace, able to hear the shakiness in his voice as he whispered:

"I'm sorry. For what I said. For everything."

I truly didn't know what to say, letting him allow his own emotions to be set free as his hold around me tightened, shaking slightly, even sniffling as he continued:

"I just-; I was so scared of losing you. I just didn't want you to get hurt. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you. It would be all my fault."

"Ichigo," I cooed softly, understanding where he was coming from, rolling carefully to face him, "I know that you don't want anyone, let alone the people you care about, to get hurt. Trust me, I get that because I'm the same way. But-"

Lifting his head, moonlight shimmering past his teary eyes, I had to look him in the eye, to make sure he knew:

"You don't have to do all of this alone."

Tears began rolling down his cheek as he listened to what I had to say, wiping it away and assuring him:

"I know you're strong. Stronger than anyone that I know. Sometimes, strong people need help too and there's nothing wrong with that."

As a response, all he could do was hug me, hugging me so tight and I made sure to return it. His words from before hurt, but I knew now, that he didn't mean it. I'd never even seen him cry before, so that showed how serious he was. All he wanted was to make sure I didn't get hurt by those Arrancars.

"Even by chance, if something did happen to me, that's alright, Ichigo," I whispered with my voice beginning to crack, meaning with all my heart, "You fight with your all to protect all of us. I'd do the same for you. Even if I died doing it. As long as you're okay, I'd die happy."

Now, we were both crying silently, clinging to each other and showing how we felt the same, eyes shut tight till I felt him pick up his head, hand holding my face.

His eyes were still closed, both lungs and brain not working when his lips came to mine, my own eyes closing tight to shake off the disbelief, pressing my lips a bit harder to feel how real this was, not showing it, but desperate for air when our lips parted, our eyes meeting in sequence as they opened at the same time.

"I just never want anything bad to happen to you," He whispered with a deep breath, knowing what he meant, "Never."

"I know," There was never a guarantee of making it out of this safe when the worst was yet to come, but something deep inside of me just knew that we'd all make it out alright, "Just trust me, Ichigo,"

Cuddling back to him, I took the chance to hold him instead, and he hugged me all the same, both of us able to relax for the first time in quite some time, placing a kiss on top of his head:

"We're going to make it out of this." 

[wreakhavic]

The Most Dangerous Game

chapter VIII

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It’s the morning after the party. Marika wakes, dragging herself from a dark, unforgiving mist, each pulse of her headache a hammer to her skull. Faint traces of alcohol seem to linger, suffocating her in their stale embrace. The room around her is a silent wasteland - lack of things in the chambers deepens the feeling of emptiness inside of her. She shifts, the soreness in her body relentless, mirroring the tangle of regret in her gut. She pinches the bridge of her nose, as if that could somehow silence the pain.

Fragments of last night return in flashes: the drinking game at Rangiku’s, Kira’s warm body against her hip, Gin’s cold, taunting hands, Rakgiku’s little game of jealousy, Aizen’s anger, that reckless, manipulative dare with Byakuya… She loathes how easily she let them pull her away from her goals, how quickly she let herself drift.

She squeezes her eyes shut, blotting her vision with static, hoping it might clear her head.

With a groan, Marika pushes herself up, trying to reclaim some control over the nausea gnawing at her insides. It doubles her over, and she curls around her knee for support.

“Easy, easy now… “ - she mouths to herself as though soothing a wild animal. A thin line of saliva slips from her mouth, falling to the sheets.

“It’s time to make a decision. ” - she whispers, stroking and pinching her thigh, “All right, all right, let's take this one step at a time… “ - She runs her fingers through her tangled hair, calming herself, as if to iron out both her appearance and resolve.

“I should pay Captain Byakuya a visit and apologise for last night. As for Captain Aizen, he should witness it himself. I hadn’t realised he was a jealous type. Typical… But this will only deepen his desire for me… “

Marika swiftly washed and changed, even dabbed on her most alluring perfume. Fortunately, the shortest path from Squad 5 to Squad 6 led her right through the Academy grounds, where Aizen taught his classes - meaning she wouldn’t need to invent a reason to pass that way.

*

As Marika passed the building where she knew Aizen was located, a familiar spiritual pressure materialised behind her.

“Gato… “ - Aizen’s soft voice failed to conceal the displeasure that his spiritual pressure imposed onto Marika. Despite the shivers his presence sent down her spine, she turned to him with a perfectly feigned expression of surprise. 

“Captain Aizen! It’s a pleasure to see you”, she smiled warmly. 

“I wasn’t aware that you had any duties on Academy grounds today, Officer Gato”. His malevolent smile betrayed the enjoyment he derived from taunting her. It never occurred to him that this encounter was part of her plan - one he had unwittingly walked into.

“Oh, that… um… “ Marika feigned embarrassment, pausing deliberately to give the impression that she was concocting an excuse, but her words faltered. “I’m on my way to Squad 6 headquarters…”

“If you had business with another squad, the captain of that squad would have needed to request my permission. Correct me if I’m wrong, but no such request has been filed.” Aizen emphasised the word “Captain,” unable to utter Kuchiki Byakuya’s name.

“I have personal matters to discuss with Captain Byakuya”, Marika said clearly and confidently, allowing Byakuya’s name to roll off her lips like honey. In response, Aizen’s nostrils flared, betraying that she had struck a nerve.

“Do you fancy that man?” he asked, still unable to speak Byakuya’s name. 

“And what if I did?” she replied, her tone unwavering. 

“Nothing. You are free to desire whomever you wish.” His voice turned cold. “Nevertheless, I expect to see you today at 6 PM by the Eastern gate.”

“Is something the matter, Captain?” She inquired innocently. 

“You don’t have the authority to question my orders, Officer.” With that, Aizen vanished.

Marika smiled to herself. Men are so predictable, she mused. 

*

Marika arrived at headquarters of Squad 6, hoping to find Byakuya in his office - a reasonable expectation, given that it was around 11 AM. However, there was also a chance that he was at his family palace, as he was of noble blood, which would turn bothersome for Marika. If he were indeed there, she would have to schedule an official appointment, delaying the chance to see him.

As she approached, Abarai Renji opened the door, bewildered at first, but then giving her an approving nod. “Good call”, he whispered, before calling out, “Captain, Gato Marika is here to see you!” When Byakuya appeared, Renji seized the moment to excuse himself, mumbling about fetching some files that the Captain requested.

“What files…?“ Byakuya murmured, clearly puzzled. He then turned his undivided attention to Marika.

“I am here to apologise for my indecent behaviour at the party last night.” Marika began, her voice steady yet sincere. “I was in high spirits thanks to good company and a bit too much bad wine. We played a game, Lieutenant Matsumoto and I; we engaged in a friendly competition. I regret that, in my enthusiasm, I treated you rather lightly.”

Byakuya inclined his head slightly, his expression inscrutable. “I appreciate your honesty and bravery. Besides, “ he added, his voice cool and even, “you couldn’t have done anything I did not allow. I would, however, prefer that we let this matter rest.”

“Of course. Thank you for your understanding.” Marika inclined her head in a graceful bow, then withdrew, leaving with a sense of dignity intact.

“Now to find out what Aizen wants,” Marika murmured to herself, her gaze fixed upon the Eastern gate.

***

Maybe it's better if I release chorter chapters more frequently ✌️🤡

[electronicwitchcollection]

do you have any uncommon or strange ships within bleach?

Only hundreds 😂 there are so many interesting characters with so many personality dynamics, that there are infinite amount of pairings, but here are a few I love that aren’t so commonly talked about

Shunsui x Kisuke

I absolutely love these two. As love interests and as friends. When they would’ve been introduced all those years ago, Shunsui was pretty much the same as he is now. In short, a drunken pervert. His open, laid back attitude makes him easy to be friends with. Shunsui is here for a good time 😂 lazing about, drinking and sex. Kisuke back then, before he was consumed with guilt and hardened by the ramifications of his inventions (god damn you Aizen) he was actually pretty care free. He also enjoys drinking and indulging in his cardinal desires. As a friendship, the two would enjoy getting drunk together, sharing stories and flirting with women. They’d have a playful, unspoken competition about who could pull the most women. I think Yoruichi and Jushiro would mix well into this little group, good naturedly rolling their eyes at their friends antics, sharing their woes at having such whores for best friends.

I feel they share a similar sense of humor, dirty jokes and innuendos would be dropped casually into conversation, they would tease each other, Kisuke about Shunsui’s age, Shunsui about Kisuke’s disheveled appearance. “Old man” and “pretty boy” are common phrases thrown around.

I actually have a one shot planned for these two, in which a drunken night of bonding turns into something a little more explicit 😂 Shunsui is liberal with his touches, that only gets worse when he’s drinking. Urahara’s guard drops significantly when he’s drunk, allowing his other personality traits to shine through. He’s daring and up to meet any challange set down.

I’m toying with the idea of them sharing a drink out in Shunsui’s garden. More alcohol consumed than half of soul society could stomach. After some teasing, Shunsui leaned in and kisses Kisuke, a look of bafflement fall on his face as Shunsui grins dirtily “apologies, Juu chan did always say I get overly affectionate when drinking” waving it off with a dismissive hand. Urahara would consider it only a moment, before throwing all caution to the wind, straddling the lager man’s thighs and husking lowly “you talk to much old man” before crashing their lips together

Ukitake x Komamura

I love these two having a little friendship. I think they’re quite similar, kind, loyal, similar sense of justice and what is right. Komamura would never have to worry about his appearance in Ukitake’s company. He just sees a kind and decent man. I think they would have many philosophical conversations, enjoying the others thoughts on an array of topics. They’re both very fond of Yamamoto, which strengthens their bond.

Isshin x Urahara

I love their friendship. They remind me of collage buddies that resort back to their school boy antics whenever they’re in eachothers company, even though they’re middle aged and with families 😂 drinking is often the source of their idiocy. Drunkenly daring the other to do increasingly moronic things just to entertain themselves.

Kenpachi x Gin

in the beginning of the soul society arc, we see these two hanging out a couple times. Even Gin tying Kenpachi up to drag him away from Byakuya which makes me laugh everytime. I need to know more about how they became friends 😂 I imagine it was Gin’s sly snarky remarks during captains meetings. His quick wit would make Kenpachi laugh, and that would only fuel Gin to continue.

Shinji x Urahara

As a friendship and occasional friends with benefits situation. Their teasing borderlines flirtation, the sexual tension is palpable 😂 the way they tease each other with half hearted insults hides the fact that they have a genuine friendship, built on mutual trust and respect.

Shunsui x Byakuya

I think these two could have a beautiful friendship, leading into something more, based off their shared loss. Shunsui loosing Jushiro and Byakuya loosing his wife, I think Shunsui would seek Byakuya out, knowing Jushiro and him were close, and spent much time at eachothers ponds. I think Byakuya would see the hurt he himself experienced in Shunsui eyes, and while he didn’t agree with his choice of how to deal with the pain (drinking himself stupid) he understood the need to not feel the pain anymore. I think they would both take from the other what they need, which is just to feel loved again.

Grimmjow x Urahara

with Grimmjows explosive temper and Urahara’s almost sadistic need to wind people up, these two would be hilarious to watch. Urahara trusts in his own skills enough to push the Espada to his absolute limits and avoid the physical fall out 😂 Grimmjow is very dominant while Urahara is very bratty. These two are polar opposites but compliment eachother well 😂

Aizen and Mayuri

Both intelligent, strong and share a hatred of one hat wearing fool 😂They both see them self as superior and beyond that of mortal desires…but something about that blond goofball makes them murderous 😂

Rose x Hisagi

I just like to think they’ve formed a friendship over their love of music, they’ll jam together. Share new music from the world of the living that they’ve discovered

Kensei x Soi Fon

friendship based around their love for structure, training and strength. Can see them being work out partners, discussing tactics and how to deal with their annoying lieutenants

Noba x Matsumoto

He’s so shy and innocent and an absolute cutie. Rangiku is boisterous and outgoing, I think they make a cute pair. She’ll bring him out of his shell, encourage him to have fun and try new experiences. He’ll be a pillar of strength for her, always with her to support her, love her. She wouldn’t have to worry about him leaving her to join some deranged, power hungry traitor 👀

Renji x Momo

These two are adorable together. I think that they’d be friends, in the same friend group but never really talking. Until one day no one else turns up and they’re forced to get to know eachother on a one on one basis. Renji is strong, protective and caring, he would look after Momo, when she sometimes too kind and sweet to see the darkness in others

[bluandtherestlesshands]

Heartstings

Epilogue

“You know, I think I could get used to your hair bein’ down.” The Captain moved his hand to gently brush some hair from her eyes. “Your old style made you look kinda old, Doll.”

”Wh- Now you tell me, not when we were still in town??” Chisei puffed out her cheeks at this, pouting. She then twirled some of her hair through her fingers, inspecting the ends. “You know… Maybe a trim would be nice…”

”Let’s get you situated with everything else before getting you a haircut, sound fair?” Shinji smiled, moving to cup her cheek. “You know, you still look awfully cute when you pout…”

The two paused, Chisei still pouting, and the two had started to lean into a kiss before a very loud conversation killed their mood.

”QUIT NAGGING ME, WOMAN I’M FINE!”

”TWO ROLLS OF BANDAGES LATER, YOU’RE FINE! AND YOU WANTED ME TO HEAL YOU AT THE BARRACKS, I CAN’T DO THAT!”

From around the corner came the Captain of Squad 11, someone he looked even more menacing all bandaged up and injured. A massive wall of a man, one that Chisei had only seen maybe twice in her life… Still as intimidating as she remembered. Only now, hot on his heels, was a tiny spitfire of a woman. Shorter than Chisei, though not by much, red and orange hair cut into a long bob, and bright green eyes full of vim and vigor…

”Huh, you know. I forgot why I asked.” Kenpachi Zaraki stretched his neck to pop it, looking down in the direction of the woman. “Now I remember… You’re supposed to be on bedrest.”

”Oh please, I keep telling you that I was fine! I only got winded, there’s at most a bruise!” The woman walked beside him, eyes closed with her nose in the air. “Even after Orihime’s ability, they lost count of how many cuts you actually had- HEY WHAT ARE YOU-!?”

Having had enough of the woman’s bickering, the combat Captain didn’t waste any more time. He picked her up when she wasn’t looking, and carried her as if nothing happened. “Kenpachi!! I can walk just fine, put me down!!”

”Quit yelling, already!” The man groaned, “You know you’re supposed to be resting Kanna, I don’t wanna hear it. Can’t even fight it out with you when we get back…”

Finally the woman, Kanna, quieted, which only earned her a grin from the Captain. “Just because I stopped talking doesn’t make you right, you know…” She complained, fighting back a smile of her own.

”Then that look on your face tells me I won.” He chuckled and kissed her forehead, about to walk past the other couple. “C’mon. I know you’ll be pissed if I don’t let you make dinner.”

”Only cause you’d get delivery otherwise!” Kanna pointed up at him, she happened to catch a glance of the woman with the other captain. “Oh, hold on Ken- Hey! You’re that Quincy girl right?”

”M-Me?” Chisei pointed to herself, thrown off. “Yes! That’s me!”

”Listen, so I heard you were expecting…” The redhead gave her a sweet smile, “We just found out we are too. I’m sure we can arrange a day soon to hang out and talk baby things, you know, bore these guys to death-“ Kanna gestured to the monster of a man still carrying her with a thumb, “-and have someone else who relates. I’ll talk to the Shinigami Women’s Association about inviting you along too!”

”Am I gonna have a bunch of girls in my barracks spewing baby crap?” Kenpachi questioned, he didn’t even budge when the woman started poking his sharp cheek. “Hey, Quincy.”

By now the brunette froze, swallowing nervously. “Uh, yes Captain-?”

”Heard you went up against Aizen on your own. That takes guts.” He chuckled, “Soon as you’re able, let’s set up a fight. I wanna see what everyone’s talking about.”

”Oh! Y-Yes sir, of course!” She replied quickly, and Shinji smirked while patting the woman’s back.

”I’m taking her back to my squad’s barracks now, so if you ever get off bedrest feel free to come by.” He said, “Don’t think we’ve met, Miss…?’’

”Kanna Zaraki.” The woman piped up, “You’re one of the returning Captains I keep hearing about, right?”

”Sounds like you listen to the gossip well. Shinji Hirako. And since you might need a name for this scared little rabbit-“ He gestured, “This is Chisei Kudake.”

”It’s nice to meet you two, I’m sure we’ll see plenty of each other in the future.” Kanna half-joked, then thought. “Well… You may also see more of Yachiru now that you’re here full-time… Where’d she go anyway?”

”How should I know? Maybe she’s bugging the old man.” Kenpachi huffed, “We’re outta here. See you at the Festival, Captain.”

The redhead smiled as she waved to the two, but Kenpachi left quickly with a powerful jump on top of one of the nearby structures. Chisei and Shinji were left at a loss for words for a while, staring in the direction they disappeared into.

”Huh. So his sense of direction really is trash.” Shinji pointed, the complete opposite way he went off running. “Last I remember, his squad’s barracks are that way… Sure that woman is gonna give him hell for it.”

”I can’t believe that woman married him…” Chisei said, then looked to Shinji for a response. “They’re an odd couple…”

The blonde wrapped his arm around her, starting to lead her down the walkway. “Yeah, I didn’t believe it when he told me his wife used to work at a teashop… People can surprise you.” He hummed, turning to her and giving her one of his classic smiles. “Hey, let’s get you back. Momo’s waiting for us, we gotta get ready for the festival.”

[gyakusama]

i assume you wish i died, it'd make it easier for you to move on after aizen if ya didn't haveta see my face.

make assumptions about my muse

❝ Oh, with this shit again──── ❞ Shinji rolls his eyes, pulls up a leg, and plants his foot onto Gin's side with the intent to push him over.

❝ I don't remember RSVPin' to the pity party. An' whaddya mean by ❛ move on after Aizen ❜ ? I ain't the one lettin' 'im live in my head rent-free. ❞

[midnightactual]

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680 posts created (69%)

312 posts reblogged (31%)

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@crashingheavens

@viciousvizard

@symbioteburnout

@thoughtkick

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I tagged 984 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#out of character - 527 posts

#in character - 455 posts

#character: yoruichi - 445 posts

#verse: bleach main - 319 posts

#muse aesthetic - 139 posts

#asks - 130 posts

#era: paradigmatic - 127 posts

#link: night sky - 119 posts

#free range - 110 posts

#crashingheavens - 105 posts

Longest Tag: 80 characters

#[ i originally thought of it as yoruichi's (late) commentary on 'leaked nudes' ]

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Something that lowkey pisses me off is how little credit Yoruichi gets in the Bleach fandom.

I’ve touched on that before here, noting that everyone hands Aizen and Kisuke all the kudos while minimizing if not totally ignoring the contributions of Kaname (who actually ran the Hollow program) and Yoruichi (who just straight up is Kisuke’s boss) with there only really being one common explanation for that (hint: it’s the skin color of the latter pair). But I think Yoruichi actually gets it worse than Kaname because she’s also a woman on top of that.

Kisuke gets this reputation for always having a plan and his superpower being means and all this other stuff, like he’s Sherlock Holmes, Batman, and L all rolled up into one. But I want you to really, really think about Soul Society arc.

Kisuke isn't there. This is the sum of his action until the arc is over. He only appears in flashbacks. He set up the pieces but he has zero ability to influence the outcome. He may as well be on the dark side of the moon while it all plays out. The person actually in charge is Yoruichi:

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39 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

#4

something like this seems to break down the power parallels

Basic Movement: different methods but basically similar results

Advanced Movement: Shinigami need the physical Senkaimon to act as a structural basis (along with Hell Butterflies), Quincy seem to need the Gate of the Sun similarly

Sensory Perception: Quincy actively use equivalent techniques to Shinigami, as Uryū demonstrates to Ichigo and Shunsui demonstrates to Lille

Defensive Utility: there is no Shinigami name for the defense provided by reiryoku but Kenpachi demonstrates it handily

Combat Utility: this one is iffy but these all largely fill the same roles

Special Utility: each has a method of ignoring or reverting damage; more powerful Shinigami display no pain response or impairment from injury despite having organs crushed or limbs removed (though there is no name for this), lower-ranking Arrancar and Hollows regenerate, Quincy can puppet themselves

Tier III Upgrade: basic combat ability upgrade. Arrancars seem superior to their equivalents because they are essentially always passively in this mode at minimum

Tier II Upgrade: this is fairly self-explanatory; the fact that Shinigami Bankai prevents the use of Quincy: Vollständig suggests they are equivalent. (from raw destructive power it seems like the claim that Vollständig is superior to Letzt Stil is specious; Vollständig seems weaker but lacks the drawbacks... however, Vollständig is run through Yhwach as Quilge and Auswählen reveal, which is itself its weakness)

Tier I Upgrade: we know there are such things as “Final Bankai” because of Isshin. these seem equivalent to Quincy: Letzt Stil in terms of depowering the user after use. Resurrección: Segunda Etapa seems unique in that it appears not to have limited uses

(there is an implication as a result of this that the Sanrei Glove is actually the Quincy equivalent of the Shinigami and Arrancar zanpakutō, which may or may not be really related to one another that much)

(it seems likely that Ichigo was actually using something like all three Tier I Upgrades simultaneously given his heritage and his lack of an actual zanpakutō)

even if one wants to quibble over these entries (which aren't exact as each has pros and cons versus the others) the general parallelism strongly suggests that all three systems are correlated and related rather than completely disparate. the odds of three systems coming to resemble each other this closely by pure happenstance are poor, even accounting for convergent evolution. this suggests a common origin

47 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

#3

Great Noble Color Theory

This is just a little bit of a stretch, but it seems to me that Great Noble Clans tend to have color themes which may filter down to their Noble retainers.

Shihōin

While Yūshirō wears something like a wisteria or heliotrope sash and arm warmers on top of what looks like a mildly modified shihakushō, this isn’t the “official” color of the Shihōin. Yellow/gold is:

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49 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

#2

My commission from Sora of K-Pop AU Yoruichi and Kūkaku as Itzy Yeji and Itzy Ryujin covering Bebe Rexha’s “Break My Heart Myself”!

59 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It’s October 1st in Japan, and that means...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KŪKAKU!

I’ve had a delightful time with Digi (@crashingheavens) figuring out these two finally getting together and discovering how they mesh with one another, and I hope that continues for as long as it may, so I had to get something done to commemorate it! I commissioned the lovely and talented Sora to make this and I believe she’ll be putting it up on her Twitter on the 10th, but for now it’s only here!

72 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

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[one-fruity-gaurdian]

Tag dump!

Also I'll go over verses, while we're here:

sure is a melon - general

This is for general stuff, whether it be for threads not happening in a specific time-period, or for IC answering of asks, or loads of other things. You'll probably see this one a lot.

melon in the field - past

This is for anything relating to Meron when he was in Kusajishi, before he became a member of the Gotei. This version of Meron doesnt have the training or equipment of a Shinigami, and tends to be a little more pessimistic.

bronze melon - 3rd seat

This tag is for anything happening while Meron is a member of the Gotei, which will most likely take place while he's the third seat for the 11th devision, but will include things from his prior activity in the Gotei as well.

illigal melon - post hollowfication

Pretty self-explainitory, this one is for the time between the Visoreds stabilising and the end of the Fake Katakura Town arc.

rolling free - after Aizen

Again, pretty self-explainitory: this is for the time between Aizen's defeat and the Thousand Year Blood War.

bankain't - TYBW

As in sure the people who've read the final arc would have figured, this one is for threads that take place during the Thousand Year Blood War.

melon to the future - 10 years later

A tag for anything happening after the 10 year time skip.

melon salad - crossover

This'll be used for any crossover threads, with the second world used for each thread being tagged as necessary.

[shonenkun309]

A/N : This fanfiction takes place after the events of all the 2 factions routes (except Night faction and Aizen Route becaus I start writing before theirs so it'll be hard to change the plot after reaching this far), I may have taken some of the events of the Night Faction routes and applied them here, containing some triggers, blood and mentioning of death and some self harm so feel free to ignore my fiction or my whole blog, if there's any spelling mistakes please ignore them because ENGLISH isn't my mother language, This'll be a (Futaba x Koga) fanfiction, so sorry for those who don't take Koga as love interest.

𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑭𝒖𝒏 ~𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒏~

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ᑕᕼᗩᑭTᗴᖇ 1

It was a hectic day at The Capital, specifically at Raccord, as Aoi, the Satori seer Ayakashi, scrambled to fulfill every order that was pouring in. His job was anything but easy, as he had to navigate between the packed tables and running back and forth to make sure that each dish made it to the right customer. Just as Aoi managed to finish one order, the small jingle on the front door signaled for another customer. It was a never-ending cycle, and he was feeling the strain of his efforts. Nachi, huffing, carried a heavy tray of dishes to the kitchen. "There's still more coming," he warned him, but Aoi was too focused on the tasks at hand to slow down. Just then, a familiar voice called from the kitchen. "Nachi, bring the dishes over here!" It was Futaba, who never hesitated to jump in and lend a hand whenever things got hectic. Aoi was grateful for Futaba's help, especially since Oji, the owner of the restaurant, was notorious for being clumsy and always breaking things. He was always making messes, so it was a good thing that Futaba was there to help clean up after him. Futaba entered the main hall with a tray loaded with steaming hot plates. She gave Aoi a supportive smile as she took control of the situation. "No problem, Aoi!" she said cheerfully. "I'm happy to help out!" Aoi felt relieved and grateful to see Futaba's warm smile and, knowing his usual self, blushed appreciating Futaba's help "S- sure!" He said with an obvious stutter...

It had been a long day at the milk hall, with orders pouring in and customers flooding the dining hall. Nachi, let out a long sigh as he slowly stretched his aching body. "I'm so tired," he said as he leaned against the wall. "I'm afraid I might fall asleep and never wake up." Futaba, who had been helping out in the kitchen, laughed. "You're just exaggerating," she said, giving him a reassuring smile. Meanwhile Aoi, rolled his eyes at Oji, the milk hall's owner, who had been slacking off all day "Can you at least do something useful for once?" He grumbled, glaring at him. Oji shrugged and shot him one of his smiles. "Lighten up, Aoi. You've got your hands full with me as it is," he said, waving his hand dismissively.

As the sun began to set, it was finally time for the hall to close. "Alright, we're done here," said Futaba as she grabbed her bag. "I'll see you two again soon!" Oji, who had been listening quietly, took the opportunity to make one last flirty remark. "Stop by anytime, bright eyes. Aoi'll be waiting for you." Aoi's face turned a dark shade of red as he scoffed. "Just shut up already," he replied, turning his face away. Futaba and Nachi said their goodbyes and left, leaving Aoi and Oji behind.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the city, Futaba let out a contented sigh, feeling the weight of her worries lifting off her shoulders. The streets around her were filled with people, laughing, chatting, and going about their daily lives. It had been so long since she'd seen such a bustling scene, and she felt a sense of freedom and joy that she hadn't experienced in ages. "Are you tired, Futaba?" Nachi's voice startled her out of her thoughts, and she turned to see him looking at her with concern in his eyes. Futaba's lips curled into a small smile as she shook her head. "Don't worry about me, Nachi. I just feel...free." She gestured at the bustling city around them, taking in the sights and sounds of the people who filled the streets. "I'm just relieved that the Capital is back to its usual color. No more Red Eye Demon or any other monsters or Youjin experiments." Nachi seemed to be processing her words, his cat-like face creasing with confusion. "I don't get it," he finally said. Futaba laughed, feeling the weight of her worries lift off her shoulders. "I'm back to being a normal schoolgirl, Nachi. No Kagura bell wand around, no more fear of being killed by a wraith, no more hiding." She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the world lifting off her shoulders. "It's an amazing feeling, isn't it?" Nachi looked at her with a mix of admiration and concern. "I'm glad you feel that way, Futaba. You deserve it after all you've been through." Futaba smiled at him, feeling grateful for his friendship. "Thank you, Nachi." But as Futaba walked through the streets, her thoughts turned to her Ayakashi friends who she'd shared so many adventures with. She smiled fondly as she remembered their patrols, spending long nights purifying the city and fighting off wraiths side by side. Those were the days when they were a tightknit group, always there for each other no matter what challenge they faced. But things were different now. They all had their own lives to take care of, and their paths didn't cross nearly as often as they used to. Futaba knew that it was the natural course of things, but she couldn't help feeling a twinge of sadness as she realized how much she missed them. And finally, Futaba and Nachi arrived home...

Futaba burst through the front door, shouting "We're home!" but the echoes of her voice were met with silence. As she stepped into the entryway, she spied Nachi beside her, his feline features contorted with concern. "Is Dad home?" Nachi asked quietly, his ears flattening against his head. Futaba smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Looks like he's in the sun room again," she said with a chuckle. "But that's nothing new." Together, they made their way to the sun room, which was filled with the warmth of the setting sun. As they peeked around the doorframe, they saw Futaba's father, Mototaka, sitting at the table with Koga, her boyfriend. The two men were deep in conversation, their voices echoing through the room.

Futaba took a deep breath, feeling a sense of excitement building within her. "Good evening, both of you," she greeted, her voice filled with warmth. Mototaka looked up, a smile spreading across his face as he noticed her. "Oh, Futaba, I didn't hear you coming." Koga grinned, an irrepressible charm radiating from him. "I had come to see you, but I was surprised that your father was here, and we talked as usual." Futaba chuckled softly, feeling the weight of the day sliding off her shoulders. "I should have seen that coming. Once you two get started, you're so immersed in your conversation that you lose track of time." Mototaka chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Oh, it's sunset already? The time went by so fast."

"I knew it," Futaba sighs jokingly as she got used to her father's habits, And Koga continued with his usual cheerful nature "I'm to blame for this, I can't seem to keep my mouth shut when I'm with your father, hahaha." As they spoke and joked, Futaba couldn't help but notice the way that Koga and her father always seemed to get along so well. It was almost as if they were best friends, with their never-ending conversations and mutual interests.

"Koga has become part of the family, after all," Mototaka said with a fond smile, patting Koga's shoulder. Futaba, feeling a warm blush creep across her cheeks, looked down to hide her embarrassment. She had always known how much her father adored Koga, but to hear him acknowledge it so openly made her feel...different. Koga, sensing her discomfort, flashed her a charming grin. "Now you've made her blush, Mr. Mototaka," he said, his voice laced with a teasing tone. Mototaka leaned back in his chair, his expression turning thoughtful. "I'm not wrong, am I?" he asked, his eyes meeting Futaba's. Futaba couldn't help but chuckle, her gaze still fixed on the ground. "I guess not," she admitted, finally lifting her eyes to meet her father's. "I'm glad you consider me part of your family, but I'm afraid I've taken up your time so I'll excuse myself," he said, his voice laced with a melancholic tone. Futaba noticed the sadness in Koga's eyes and felt a pang of guilt. She had been too caught up in her own thoughts to realize how much time had passed. Koga walked over to her, his hand reaching out to give her a small head pat. His charming smile lit up his face, giving her a sense of comfort.

"The reason I came was to tell you that I'll be leaving for a few days. I have business to attend to outside the capital. But I expect you to wait for my return, okay?" Koga said, his voice soft and reassuring. Futaba smiled up at him, feeling her heartbeat accelerate. "I'll be waiting for your return, and good luck with your work, Koga. I'll miss you," she said, her voice trembling slightly. A moment of uncomfortable silence passed between the two as they looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity. He cleared his throat, breaking the tension. "I'll miss you too," he said, his voice catching in his throat. Koga's heart ached as he realized how much he was going to miss Futaba's cheerful presence. He wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and never let go.

Nachi, recognizing the moment, meowed softly as a warning. Futaba's eyes widened as she realized that her father was still there, watching them with a warm smile on his face. The moon was full in the sky, its light casting a warm glow over the scene. Koga and Futaba stood there for a moment longer, taking in the beauty of the night and each other.

Futaba was in the middle of preparing dinner when she saw her father in the living room, his expression grave. She immediately sensed something was off, but before she could ask, he held up a newspaper and her heart sank. She walked over to his side, "Father, is everything alright?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. "Don't worry, Futaba, it's nothing that serious," he reassured, his expression softening as he continued. "I'll be gone for a few days, Futaba, so..." he said, his voice firm. Futaba nodded, her heart racing. She had done this before, but not for such a long time. Nachi, sensing her anxiety, jumped onto her lap and began to purr. "I can handle it, father," she said, her voice steady. "Nachi will help me, won't you, Nachi?" Nachi let out a melodic purr, as if to reassure her. Futaba let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. "I'll leave you two to it then," Mototaka said, his voice softer now. "Just be careful, and call me if you need anything." Futaba nodded and Nachi purred in her lap, sensing the sudden calmness in the air. Futaba drew a deep breath, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, with Nachi by her side.

Futaba and Nachi walked down the busy sidewalks of the city, dodging the crowded people and cars. They were on their way to school together, with Nachi riding on Futaba's shoulder. As they walked, they heard a familiar voice calling out to them. Futaba turned around to see the friendly form of Kuro, a Neu Chimera Ayakashi who lived nearby and Futaba waved to him happily. "Hi, Kuro!" Kuro waved back with a wide smile. "Howdy, Futaba? Heading to school?" "Yep," Futaba confirmed. "Are you planning to go to Raccord with Ginnojo after work?" Kuro nodded, a friendly wink in his eye. "Of course, you know how much I like to go there when I finish practicing." Nachi let out a small hiss at him, but Kuro laughed it off, giving Nachi a head pat. "Oh, don't worry Nach-Nach, I'm glad to have you too around, more friends means more fun, am I right?" Futaba laughed at this, still enjoying the company of her animal friends. After revealing their plans for each other, they parted ways, each going their own separate ways to school and work.

Futaba walked through the halls of her school, lost in thought as she worked on her studies. But then, she caught the faint sound of whispers from behind her. She turned to see two girls from her class gossiping about something she couldn't catch. They hushed each other, looking around nervously as they continued their conversation. "Are you sure?" one of them asked. "I've heard a lot of rumors, people collapsing without warning." Futaba's heart skipped a beat as she realized they were talking about something serious. She leaned in, trying to hear more, but they seemed to have noticed her and fell silent. Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling the end of school hours. Futaba grabbed her bag and made her way out the doors, mind reeling with questions. But as she stepped outside, "Nachi, sorry to keep you waiting-" but she stopped, she saw something that froze her in place. Her companion, Nachi, was huddled in the lap of another person, fast asleep.

𝑇𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑...➡➡➡

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Rules: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: You two have one rule when it comes to your hookups: don't fall in love. So what happens when one of you breaks that rule? (based on a anon request that Tumblr ATE UP)

wc: 1.8k

tw: NSFW

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You're riding him as fast as you can, hands cupping your breasts and tweaking your nipples.

"God, this feels so damn good," Suguru hisses beneath you, eyes holding yours captive. His hand moves away from your left breast, sliding down your stomach and resting on your clit.

"Mmm... Su..." you breathe, your hands pressed on either side of him as your hips slam into his. "That's perfect."

Panting, sweating messes. That's what you're both reduced to every Friday evening when he comes through your door and fucks you until you can't walk. And he leaves before sun-up, just as you ask, placing the spare key beneath the mat at the door after he locks up behind himself.

"You gonna cum soon?" Suguru wonders, but not because he wants to rush you. No, you look down in those onyx eyes and see his desire to withhold himself from cumming for just a little bit longer. He wants to feel your walls rock against his length for as long as he can before giving himself up to you. Suguru loves it when you spasm around his cock - and loves it when you squirt even more - but every single time, he cums right after you. It's not because he's weak; no, that's never been the case.

Your pleasure means so much to him. And when he delivers you the best, toe-curling orgasm of the week, you can't help but let yourself indulge in the sensations and ride it out as well.

But the first caveat to your little arrangement was Rule #1: that neither of you could fall in love. The moment one of you catches feelings, it's over. And you were starting to see that it could very well be Suguru that catches feelings, just like all of the ones who came before him.

The only difference between them and this black-haired devil beneath you was that he'd not only lasted a full six months, but he was the only one that could truly satisfy you. You never felt like Suguru used you as a fuck toy or masturbated into your body just for the feeling of a warm cunt surrounding his twitching cock. Your pleasure meant something to him, even if he left before daylight.

Those are your rules, however.

Soft lips bring you back to the present, and a gentle scrape of the teeth against the flesh of your breast makes you moan loudly.

"Suguru, I--"

"Hush, y/n," he mutters, tongue darting out to flick your nipple. "I'm not done with you yet."

Rule #2: no pet names. And he'd stuck to it, only calling you by your name as he fucked you into the couch, or moaned your name as you came around his length.

"Fuck..." you breathe as he sucks on your breasts over and over again, switching between the two at his leisure. And still, he's bouncing you on his dick, making you shudder.

Rule #3: Condoms. Every. Single. Time. And Suguru never came empty-handed.

You'd gotten rid of men the first time they came over without a condom and blamed it on their brain, even though you kept a stash hidden in the bottom cabinet of the bathroom. Those were reserved for hookups with men who weren't on your schedule or for when you used your strap-on; not for "forgetful" people.

"Oh, shit," you breathe. "I think I'm going to cum..." Suguru nods, pressing you against his chest and speeding up his strokes.

God damn, he's intuitive, you think as he brings you to the edge and tips you over like only he can. When you shudder and whimper in his ear, Suguru grunts softly, hips stuttering as he cums right behind you. It's always been like this, you muse, kissing the man deeply and with feeling. It's never going to change.

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Change comes when you first step into the high-end department store, and you spot a silk gold and black tie hanging on a display.

"Suguru would like that," you think aloud, imaging him tying it on just like he takes them off before wrapping them around your h-- You smack your cheek, waking yourself up from the semi-lewd fantasy. You forget all about the occurrence until you pass by the cologne department, and catch a whiff of a familiar scent.

"Miss," you ask, stopping in front of an associate. "What's that scent?" When the lady rattles off some famous cologne brand, you inhale the fresh scent again, suddenly transported to the time you buried your face in Suguru's neck and smelled his hair for the first time. "Thank you," you quickly mutter, and walk away from the counter as fast as you can. Your hands begin to shake as you place the shoes you just bought on, looking at them in the store mirror right as the words 'maybe I should ask Suguru how they look' rolls through your mind.

Your assigned stylist gives you a frightened glance as you growl and take the shoes off, stuffing them back into the box in her hands as you hiss, "I'll take them."

What the hell is happening to me? you wonder as you drive home impatiently, honking at every person who minorly inconveniences you as you speed down the highway. It's not even Friday, but thrice you've thought about asking Suguru to come over and spend time with you. Three times!

You drop your keys onto the counter and sit on your couch, burying your hands in your face as you think, think, think...

Cancel with Ryoma. Cancel with Aizen. Cancel, cancel, cancel...

You shoot off various text messages in a short amount of time, cutting the other five men out of the schedule. You can find others to fit into Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Saturday, and Sunday if you need to. You just need it to be Friday and fast.

"Hello?" the soft voice murmurs when you dial - picked up on the second ring.

"Hey," you whisper nervously. "Um, Monday canceled and I'm feeling a little stressed. Are you free tonight?" Some papers shift around in the background, and you bite your lip as you wait for an answer. It seems like forever until you hear:

"Yeah, let me finish up at the office. I'll be there around seven, alright?"

"Alright." You hang up just as a rush of adrenaline pumps through you, making you shower and dress with vigor. You even put on the new shoes and a nice set of lingerie to match. All for Suguru. You tie a robe over yourself and sit at your computer - it's six-fifteen - to do some work as a distraction. And it proves fruitful because when the doorbell rings, it's seven o'clock.

You straighten your robe and walk to the door, fixing your hair before opening it up and grinning at Suguru, who is still dressed in his slacks and a button-down shirt. The top button is open slightly and his sleeves are bunched up around his elbows, but he offers you his sweet smile as well, stepping into the house with ease.

"You look really nice. Are those new shoes?" he asks, tossing his jacket over the back of the couch and turning back to you.

"Why yes, they are," you sing, walking toward him slowly, leisurely. "Do you like them?"

"Do you care?" Suguru wonders, cupping your chin and kissing your lips gently. "I'm going to take them off of you in a second anyways."

"You have all night to think about that," you tease, tugging him toward your bedroom. "But I'd prefer you let me wear them while you fuck me." Suguru lets out a surprised chuckle, following you into the room and shutting the door behind him.

But even after he's fucked you senseless, you can't sleep. Your earlier thoughts haunt you and a twinge of guilt eats at your brain as you lay against a sleeping Su, head resting on his chest as he holds you close. Even when you see the clock hours change from ten to eleven, to twelve to three am, you can't help but dread the moment when he would awake and leave you alone in the bedroom.

And when six o'clock comes, his watch buzzes on the nightstand, shaking him from his hazy sleep.

Your fingers curl into his side, and Suguru groans, rubbing his eyes.

"You awake?" he whispers into the darkness, but you don't reply, hoping he would just lay there for a few minutes more. "Y/n? Your heart is beating a mile a minute."

"So?"

"So..." He shifts up, petting your hair gently. "I think we need to talk." Your heart plummets into your stomach, and you try not to react sharply, but Suguru clears his throat as he turns on the bedside lamp. You look up into his black eyes, and he blinks in the light, biting his bottom lip at the sight of you fully awake. "Why did you call me over here and not anyone else?" You fumble for an answer, but thinking of a lie just wouldn't do. Not for Suguru. "Aren't you breaking your rule?"

"No," you counter, sitting up straight. "I'm not falling in love with you. Your dick, maybe. But not you." The look in his eyes tells you that he knows you're lying. You hang your head, fighting back an apology.

"We should call this off if that's the case."

"No," you whisper, shaking your head. "I don't want that."

"I don't want that either," Suguru murmurs, tilting your chin up with his fingers. "But what happens if you go back to..." You sigh, looking away. "I'm a jealous lover, y/n. I'm not the kind to play around with."

"And I won't," you reply, head snapping back to meet his eyes. "I..." you exhale shakily. "I couldn't stop thinking about you when I was at Bergdorf's." The admission doesn't shock Suguru, but he does clasp his hands together. "Everything reminded me of you, and I--" You break off, hands shaking. "I'm scared."

"Have you discussed this with anyone else?" The question implies the obvious, and you look to your phone, opening it up and letting him see the contacts "Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Saturday, Sunday" all with the same message:

Sorry, I have to cancel our weekly rendevous. Hope you understand.

"Am I saved as Friday?" Suguru chuckles, but you scroll down a little more, and his name pops up: Suguru Geto.

He huffs a laugh, shaking his head.

"I'm the special one, huh?" You turn his head toward you, leaning in to kiss him on the lips once.

"Please, let me break my rules for you." Suguru groans, leaning into your touch and kissing your palm in response.

"Let me start right now then, babe. And don't worry, we'll take it one rule at a time." You giggle as he tosses your phone aside and leans into you, kissing you just like he did before and switching off the light as daybreak comes.

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[lewdestconcubine]

The Szayel Compendium (Part 4 - Health)

HEALTH:

DIET: [What do they like to eat? Do they have a healthy, well-balanced diet? Do they eat a lot of junk food? Or do they sometimes forget to eat?] Well…Szayel is a hollow…so much of his diet…is other hollows.  He also receives a non-trivial amount of energy from living in Hueco Mundo and being able to absorb energy from the land.  And then, he very much likes ‘people food’.  From the days where Barragan held court, and when Aizen took over, he quite loved that more human foods were widely available.  He enjoys cooking.  But of course, he’s always hungry, even still.  

And well...we all remember this iconic scene...

SLEEP: [Do they sleep a lot? Or not a lot? Do they go to bed late, or do they sleep early and get up early? Are they prone to nightmares or strange dreams?] Szayel is kinda like a light bulb.  He’s either switched on or not.  He will literally collapse in bed and be sleeping instantaneously…and then 5-6 hours later he wakes up excited, energetic, and ready to go.  And he tends to wake with what dawn would be if he didn’t live in HM.  

Szayel however does refuse to sleep alone.  When he sleeps alone, he tends to have recurring dreams about traumatic experiences across his lifetimes human and hollow.  So…he’d rather stay awake, relying on drugs of his own concoction, rather than sleep alone.  I’m sure that many people would let him crash next to them if he told them that he needed it…but he doesn’t believe anyone cares, so he tends to offer *himself* in return for a bed with a good night’s sleep, and often will put up with a great deal of things he doesn’t much care for sexually in return for a safe place to rest that’s free of nightmares.

EXERCISE: [Do they work out a lot? Too much, not enough, or just right?] Szayel doesn’t work out ever.  I mean…perhaps he’s still somewhat toned from the physical dexterity and athleticism needed to successfully hunt? But in general, he doesn’t feel the need to and he doesn’t tend towards being overweight—quite the opposite, but more because as a scientific researcher, sometimes he just forgets to eat. After all, since he’s already hollow…he’s always hungry…so what’s the difference?

ACTIVITY: [Do they tend to work hard and exhaust themselves? Or are they pretty lazy? Or somewhere in between?] Szayel works smart and not hard.  Of course, if something does need hard work with no other option, he’ll roll up his sleeves and do what needs to be done. But in general, he feels that the mark of an agile mind is the ability to find shortcuts that shorten the journey without losing accuracy.  He’d rather not be super tired from too much work, as then he can’t think as clearly when brainstorming for new projects.

CLEANLINESS: [Do they bathe regularly? Are they meticulous about washing?] Szayel is a meticulous bather.  Given that he works in a laboratory, he doesn’t wish anything inside of it to get out, be it substance or living thing. And, he very much takes care of his looks and his feel, so skincare and haircare are things he takes very seriously for both aesthetics and sharing sensuality.

ODOUR: [Do they have any particular body odour (good or bad)?] No, Szayel has no apocrine sweat glands as a hollow.  But he does wear a few different perfumes/essential oils, so he most definitely has a scent.

MEDICINAL DRUGS: [Any medicinal drugs taken?] Not unless he needs it.   Like a painkiller for a headache or whatnot.

NARCOTICS: [Any recreational drugs taken?] Szayel will do literally any drug ever. He makes plenty of recreational ones. He enjoys drugs that enhance sensations or feelings (think party drugs like Molly).  He enjoys drugs that induce ‘journeys’ (stuff like shrooms).  He loves body highs…so indica strains of cannabis are a favorite, though he doesn’t well tolerate sativa varieties as they make him very mentally unstable/paranoid.  

ADDICTIONS: [Any physical addictions?] It really depends on what he’s around. Sometimes in verses he can veer into sex addiction.  In others, he will seek out opioids similar to the drugs available when he was human. Sometimes he drinks too much.  It all depends on context.

ILLNESS: [Any physical ailments?] Nope!  Szayel is physically rather healthy.  His afflictions are mental.  :’-)

INJURIES: [Any injuries that never completely healed, and still cause trouble?] No, not unless its an AU.

PARASITES: [Do they have fleas or any other parasites?] He does not!

OTHER: [Optional - anything not covered by the above.] Not that I know of, but I’ll certainly take questions.

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Heat Waves Been Fakin’ Me Out-

(Can’t make you happier now). ━━━━━━━━━━━━ Word Count: 1679 TW: Anxiety Attack Author's Notes: This was inspired by that trend on TikTok when people reminisce to the chorus of Heat Waves by Glass Animals, and I realized that wow, this trend really fits Kisuke and the massive guilt he has. Let's exploit that. ━━━━━━━━━━━━ The sweltering summer heat settled across the city of Karakura, making it’s citizens suffer from the moment they opened their doors to leave their houses to the moment they reached their (hopefully air conditioned) location. Children played in the splash pads or in public swimming pools, dipping their feet in the rivers and streams, or crunched happily on flavored shaved ice. Anything to beat the heat, realistically.

Sweat slowly trailed down between tense shoulder blades as Kisuke listened to Rojuro sing along to the radio. The shop did have central air, thankfully, but even that didn’t seem to give a blessed respite from the heat that rolled in through the door every time it opened. He never had been good at handling the heat; had always suffered in the summers of Soul Society when he’d been young. Yoruichi used to tease him about it, despite being just as miserable at the time.

Thankfully, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, the heat began to lift and a sweet summer breeze danced through the air. It was then that they were able to function as Tessai and Kensei worked on dinner. It was weekly, this little get-together, planned carefully to avoid detection or an accidental brush with someone from Soul Society- or someone with stolen powers and a horrible case of hero syndrome.

“Ne, Shin- hand me that cup, would you?” HIyori asked, not bothering to sit up from her sprawled position on the tatami. Kisuke couldn’t blame her- she suffered almost as badly as he did.

“Get it yerself,” Shinji stated even as he reached over, taking hold of the cup before handing it off to the other. She hummed her thanks and placed the bottom of the cup on her forehead, sighing at the feeling of the cool perspiration settling on her skin. Lisa let out a snort at the sight as she reached into her own cup, plucking out an ice chip to pop into her mouth. A moment later, she crunched down on it.

“That means you have an iron deficiency,” Hachi commented as he fanned himself, eyes closed. “Perhaps you should purchase some supplemental tablets.”

“Maybe,” Lisa murmured, gaze not lifting from the book she was engrossed in. “Or maybe I just like the way it feels when I bite down.”

“You always did like biting,” Rose mused with a smile as he brought in a fresh tray of drinks. “I remember watching you fight- you almost took a chunk out of Kyoraku-taichou.”

“I wonder if he scarred?” Mashiro questioned, her gaze darting about the room.

“Probably,” Kisuke hummed, grimacing at the way his haori clung to his skin. Gross. Even so, his mind began to drift. This was nice- seeing them all together, no one really arguing- hearing the laughter drift from the kitchen as Tessai tried to do an onion volcano, only for it to fail in a tiny puff of smoke. Love had settled in a chair, his feet propped up on Hachi’s leg, while Lisa leaned against the leg of the table. Hiyori lay away from them, trying to stay as still as possible to avoid any unnecessary movement. Mashiro wasn’t bothered- but she never had been bothered by the heat, especially not now. Yoruichi laid on the front porch, for once not in her feline form, enjoying the cool northern breeze.

Shinji was watching him, Kisuke noted belatedly- his brow raised, a question posed within his gaze but not spoken aloud. He waved him off idly, a lazy smile curling his lips but coming nowhere near his eyes. His head dipped, the brim of his hat settling low over his eyes.

This was how it used to be. Kensei and Tessai would work together in the kitchen with Mashiro “helping”- more often than not, they’d all gather in the Twelfth. It had the most room back then. Shinji would sit with him and Yoruichi, sharing in any news he’d heard recently; Lisa would arrive later, having been with her Captain, even if she denied it. Hachi would bring sweets that he graciously picked up from the Western Rukongai, and Hiyori would bring drinks-

Along with Aizen.

The mere thought was enough to cause a weight to settle in Kisuke’s stomach like a stone tossed into a shallow pond suddenly. The waves rippled throughout, sending out spikes of anxiety and guilt that settled in the palms of his hands and the back of his mind. His heart skipped a beat.

Silently, he rose to his feet and slipped away into the depths of the Shoten. The weight was back, settling across his shoulders, draping itself across him as if it were a thick blanket, suffocating him. His breath began to come quicker, his heart beginning to race in his chest, causing his palms to sweat. He almost stumbled when grabbing the handle for his bedroom, all but shoving himself inside before carefully, quietly, closing the door.

Breathe.

This was familiar, the anxiety. It happened more often than he’d like to admit. But by the Soul King, he couldn’t breathe. It felt like hands had wrapped around his throat and were squeezing, cutting off his air supply. His eyes closed, and all he could see was chestnut brown hair, a smile that was nothing more than a facade, and dark brown eyes. A gasp escaped him as he opened his eyes-

And found himself alone.

Alone.

Outside, they all sat. His friends. But this wasn’t where they belonged. They belonged back home, back in Soul Society, but that could never happen. Not with how they would be killed on sight if ever seen. How he himself had a kill order placed upon his head for a crime he didn’t commit.

But it was his fault, wasn’t it? All of this was his fault. His fault for bringing up the question of what would happen if a Shinigami became a Hollow. His fault for beginning research- he wanted to know what Hollows were like. He didn’t want to experiment. But he’d planted the seed, and unintentionally, watered it, causing it to grow into the beautiful flower it had become.

It was his fault Aizen started his experiments, he was certain of it. How else could it be explained? Why else would Aizen target Shinji? Target any of them? It was his fault, and then he’d been too fucking late to save them.

He should have been the one. He should have been the one who became Aizen’s experiment. It was his fault. His fault they had all essentially been killed, his fault they all now suffered with the Hollows that took up residence within their minds and bodies, his fault that they were no longer seen as Shinigami. His fault.

His fault.

All his fault.

His breaths came in choked sobs as he sank to his knees, reaching up to clutch at his chest. Calm down, Kisuke, calm down. Your reiatsu will spike if you don’t- the voice was soft, a croon in his ear. Benihime, his benevolent princess.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

He swallowed roughly as he forced himself to calm down. He couldn’t afford to break- no, he needed to stay strong. He had to stay strong, stay sharp, stay ahead of the game. If he slips up, they could all die. He can’t do that. He already fucked their lives up once. He can’t let that happen again. Not again.

They can never return to what they once were- and it was his fault for that.

“Kisuke?” Shinji called softly, knuckles rapping on the wood of the shoji. “You okay?”

“Fine,” Kisuke croaked, grimacing at himself for how awful he sounded. “Just got- choked. ‘M fine!”

A sigh settled in the air as Shinji opened the door, stepped in, and closed it. “You’ve always been a shitty liar,” he murmured as he came over, settling down beside Kisuke. “What’s gotten into you, huh?” Voice soft as he questioned the other. Carefully, he reached up, brushing the remnants of tears away from flushed cheeks. “You look so broken when you cry.”

“Just the… Damn heat wave,” the excuse was weak. “I’m fine.”

Shinji didn’t respond; instead, he reached over to tug the other blond close, arms wrapping around him. “Damn cry baby,” he muttered as Kisuke laughed in a broken sort of way- almost bordering on a sob as he settled into his arms.

“Just the heat.”

“Sure it is.”

Kisuke fell silent, listening to the slow beat of Shinji’s heart. Alive, somewhat. He still wasn’t completely sure how it worked, the hollowfication. The impact it had on the body. Rose’s heart barely beat, while Mashiro’s sounded like a hummingbird’s. Strange.

“I miss it, too,” Shinji admitted after a moment. “We all do.”

“I know.”

“It’s not yer fault.”

“Right.” Liar, his mind whispered. He pulled away carefully, wiping at his face. A shower would be nice, but dinner came first. “Let's go eat,” he rose to his feet, holding a hand out for Shinji, who took it and let Kisuke pull him up.

“Kisuke?” Shinji called as the former captain made his way to the door. Kisuke paused, head tilting, yet he didn’t face him. “Y’know we love you, right?”

“I know,” you shouldn’t love a monster. “C’mon, my stomach’s growling and I don’t wanna miss out on Kensei’s coconut shrimp.”

A laugh escaped Shinji as he brushed past him, walking ahead of Kisuke, who hesitated for a moment, his head tilting back to study the bedroom. It felt as if something had shifted in that moment.

As if someone had done something.

Thunder rumbled overhead, a summer storm rolling in suddenly.

Strange.

“Kisuke! Get yer ass in here!” Hiyori yelled, startling him from his thoughts. A laugh tittered free as he finally joined his group once more. Even so, something scratched at the back of his mind.

Someone had just arrived in the World of the Living from Soul Society.

“Let’s eat!”

Here we go again.

[crimsonxblaze]

snooze in

hitsuhina week 2021: @hitsuhina-week (belated) gift exchange 

rating: k for: @canariie author’s note: hello! i’m so sorry this is so late, but i hope you enjoy this domestic fluff piece! i haven’t written hitsuhina in years but i still adore them as much as ever, so i hope this is as in character as possible. 

The rays of the bright morning sun kiss his sleeping figure, urging him to return to consciousness. A soft groan escapes his lips as he forces his eyes to open, slightly disoriented by the sudden waking. He blinks a few times, his vision soon clearing as he stares up at the ceiling. It doesn’t take long for him to finally comprehend his surroundings. 

He can hear the soft snores of her next to him, alongside the incredible warmth snuggled against his side. His arm feels a little sore after supporting most of her weight, but he doesn’t dare move. Instead, he twists his head only slightly to look down at her, coming face to face with a mop of dark brown tresses. 

It appears she’s only shifted closer to him during the night, remaining glued to his side as he feels one of her legs stretched on top of him. He doesn’t really mind though; having Momo wrapped up in his arms is his favourite place to be.

But as he glances at the clock hanging on the wall facing their bed, he knows he cannot stay here much longer. There is far too much paperwork he still has to complete thanks to Matsumoto’s regular indolence, and Ise has sent each division notices about overdue documents needing to be completed. 

Toshiro lets out a soft grumble in irritation at the thought. 

He really doesn’t want to leave Momo here alone in bed when it’s supposed to be their day off. He knows she’ll understand his reasons for departing so soon, she always does. But for once, he’d like to neglect his duties if it meant he could have a few more minutes with her. 

A quick glance at the clock again tells him that his time is up, and there’s no room for further delay. Perhaps if he finished this fast enough, he could return to Momo’s warm arms. 

With that thought in mind, Toshiro gathers up the resolve to leave the cocoon of warmth he’d been engulfed in. He glances around for a way to move without waking her, only to find that she’s snuggled even closer into his side. 

Toshiro smiles to himself a bit. 

Five years ago, he wouldn’t have imagined she’d be such a clingy sleeper. They may have slept in the same room as children while living with their grandma, but that was different. Obaa-san had always opted to sleep in the middle as she let them cuddle against her. 

Since then, they’d never shared the same sleeping quarters until Momo had asked to move in with him. That first night had been admittedly quite awkward. Toshiro hadn’t wanted to overstep boundaries by accidentally taking over her side of the bed (he’d been told by obaa-san before that he was a bit of a blanket hog), so he had placed a pillow in between them while Momo was getting ready.

He could remember her reaction to it very clearly, her expression shifting from shock to disappointment, to slight hurt, and he hadn’t known how to remedy it. 

“Toshiro-kun?” she’d asked, unmoving from the door as she stared at the set up of their bed.

“Yeah? What’s wrong, Momo?” he asked, a bit hesitant. 

She turned to look at him, biting her lip. 

“Are we sleeping with that pillow in the middle tonight?”

He scratched the back of his neck, taken aback by her disappointed reaction. He’d thought that she was aware of his blanket problem, or maybe a bit uncomfortable with sharing the bed so soon since they hadn’t for a long while now. But apparently not.

“I thought it would be more convenient for you, but I can remove it.”

She frowned, “Convenient? Why?”

“Are you not uncomfortable with sharing the bed already?”

“I was the one who asked to move in with you, Toshiro-kun. I wouldn’t have asked if I were uncomfortable with sleeping with you,” she explained, the hurt dissipating into understanding. 

“Both ways,” she muttered under her breath, so softly that anyone else with untrained hearing wouldn’t have heard. But he had, and the tips of his ears turned red at the thought. They hadn’t reached that stage yet, but he could foresee it happening in the near future. 

“I’m sorry for misunderstanding, Momo,” he apologised sincerely, “I should have asked you first.”

She smiled at him, shaking her head as she moved over to the bed. Momo lifted the pillow dividing the bed and placed it above hers, climbing into the bed. 

“It’s alright, Toshiro-kun. But now that’s out of the way, I can do this.”

He didn’t know what he’d been expecting but certainly not Momo boldly wrapping her arms around him to cuddle as she tangled their legs together. Toshiro had noticed that since the beginning of their relationship, maybe a little while before that, she’d grown somewhat bolder. It was a refreshing development, seeing the usually so polite and shy Momo grow more confident in herself again. 

This confidence included taking a lot of initiative in their relationship, much to his surprise. He was usually the more direct one of the two, but Momo had switched their positions and swept him off his feet. He wasn’t complaining though. 

Toshiro would never admit it out loud, but Matsumoto had been right. If Momo hadn’t made the first move, he wouldn’t have made one to begin with. He hadn’t wanted to burden her with his feelings, not since she was still recovering from Aizen’s betrayal. All he’d wanted was to ensure she was safe and happy, even if it wasn’t with him. 

Yet as luck would have it, she’d found both with him.

And he would spend his long years of living ensuring that she always would.

When he woke up the next morning, he’d found Momo still snuggled in his arms, as though she hadn’t moved the entire night. It was then that he began to realise that he’d been an idiot for thinking she would be uncomfortable. All this time, she’d wanted the same thing as he: to fall asleep and wake up in each other’s arms. 

It’s unfortunate that this morning however, Momo would be subjected to an empty bed as he’s forced to attend to work duties early on. That is, if he’s even able to wriggle out of her hold. 

One of her arms spread across his chest has tightened around him, leaving him unable to slide out without prying her hands off him. Instead, he decides to work on freeing his legs first. Perhaps that will cause her to roll over just a little. 

With much effort, Toshiro begins his escape. Fortunately for him, Momo isn’t applying as much pressure with her leg as she had been, allowing him to slide one of his legs away. He awkwardly tries to slide his other leg away, his right foot already brushing the edges of the wooden floor. 

He’s only managed to free both his legs from under her when the hand across his chest grips onto his shirt, giving him pause. Toshiro looks down to see her tugging him back, the leg sprawled over him moving beneath the sheets to find his freed legs. Her eyes are still closed but she seems intent on keeping him in bed. 

“Where are you going, Shiro-chan?” he hears her sleepily ask, her voice croaky from hours of misuse. She grips tighter on his shirt, trying to pull him closer to her. 

“I have to finish off some paperwork, Momo,” he tells her gently, although without resisting her effort to pull him back. After all, how can he resist her?

Momo still doesn’t open her eyes, instead shaking her head. She shifts closer to him, burying her face in the crook of his neck. The scent of peaches wafts strongly against his nose, a scent he’s strongly acquainted with home. 

The more she acts like this, the more his resolve to step out of bed dwindles. 

“Rangiku-san can do it,” she mumbles, her warm breath fanning against his neck.

He hums softly, bending his head down to press a soft kiss against the top of her head. 

“It’s because of her that I have to do it myself.”

Momo buries her face against him even more, shaking her head. She swiftly locks her legs around him, catching him off guard with her iron grip. It’s not often that he experiences her being so possessive, but he quite enjoys the experience. 

“Stay with me, Shiro-chan,” she says, squeezing his side. 

“Momo, I-”

“Please?” 

He can just imagine the pout she’s sporting without even seeing her face, and immediately his resolve disappears. It’s not as though he’d been putting up much of a fight anyway. Ise and the paperwork can wait, there are more important matters for him to attend to.

With that in mind, he surrenders completely to Momo’s warmth. 

Toshiro pushes himself back into the bed, shifting to get comfortable again. He turns a little on his side, allowing himself to scoop her into his arms as he holds her tight against him. Now that he’s much taller, Momo feels so petite in his arms. 

Momo squeezes him as he rests his chin on top of her, sighing. He closes his eyes. 

Matsumoto can take care of the work just as she should’ve. This is where he’s supposed to be.

His whole body relaxes. Toshiro’s breath simultaneously evens out with Momo’s and the pair soon surrender to the welcome embrace of a morning slumber. 

//

As though it’s déjà vu, the sun's rays shine brightly against her eyelids. It pulls her from the depths of her peaceful sleep, forcing her back into reality. With great effort, she flicks an eye open, wincing at the bright light before she opens the other. She blinks furiously, trying to readjust to her surroundings.

Her body feels awfully heavy, both from hours of oversleeping and the strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Momo looks down to see Toshiro’s arm clutching her waist, and she smiles to herself. 

Normally neither are too touchy in public, but once they’re alone and away from prying eyes, she can become particularly clingy. But she’s not the only one. Over the years they’ve spent together as lovers, she’s come to learn that her Toshiro really enjoys placing her arm around her waist. 

He’s also especially fond of spooning her in bed, with him as the big spoon as he keeps her enveloped in his arms. They hadn’t exactly spooned last night, but she can just tell that neither had separated from each other’s side despite the sheer size of their bed. 

Momo’s gaze shifts from his arm to look right at his face, her smile growing fonder. His peaceful look is something she’s only privy to, especially when he’s known to always glare or look somewhat grumpy to his subordinates. But during sleep is when he finds true peace, allowing himself to be fully vulnerable under her watchful eye. 

She knows that she could probably stare at his face all day if she could, but he’s particularly sensitive to her gazes. Sometimes she’ll just be staring at him from afar, and suddenly his eyes will snap to hers with a brow raised. 

Though interestingly enough, he hasn’t seemed to notice her staring yet. Surely he should be awake by now?

“Are you enjoying yourself, Momo?”

His husky voice, ridden with hours of sleep, startles her that she almost jumps in surprise. He hasn’t opened his eyes yet, but she can see the faintest curl of the sides of his lips. 

She pouts, lightly pushing his shoulder. “How long have you been awake?”

He opens a turquoise eye to look at her. 

“Long enough.”

Momo reaches forward to gently caress the side of his face, watching as he nuzzles his cheek against her palm. 

“I did though.”

“Hmm?”

“I enjoyed looking at your sleeping face, Shiro-chan,” she admits, her gaze never leaving him. 

He raises a brow, cheeks beginning to flush a little pink. 

“You did?”

Momo nods, smiling at him. “You’re very relaxed and peaceful when you sleep.” She lightly traces the dip between his eyebrows. “There are also no wrinkles,” she teases.

“I don’t have wrinkles.”

She raises a brow, her eyes twinkling in mischief. “Are you sure you don’t? You do tend to frown a lot.”

“You can blame Matsumoto for that.”

At the mention of Rangiku’s name, Momo’s eyes widen. She can vaguely recall having woken up earlier this morning actually, but she remembers Rangiku’s name being spoken clearly.

She tears her gaze away to look at their wall clock, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

Toshiro moves slightly to sit up, looking at her. “What’s wrong, Momo?”

She looks at him, her eyes still wide. Oh no. It’s already two o’clock, far later than either of them have ever slept before. Not to mention that she’d seen the notice Ise had given his division on Friday about the overdue paperwork that needed to be completed and submitted by three o’clock on Sunday. 

It was highly unlikely that Rangiku had done it herself, leaving Toshiro in charge of the matter. But he had been here with her this whole time, sleeping.

Momo bites her lower lip in guilt. 

“It’s already two…”

He raises a brow, nodding slowly. “It is.”

“Toshiro-kun, don’t you remember? You had those stacks of paperwork you needed to submit by three today. I’m not too sure Nanao-san will be too happy about the delay.”

Toshiro doesn’t reply immediately, opting to gaze at her silently for a few moments. It slightly bothers her, the way his expression doesn’t change as he stares, and how he hasn’t said anything yet. Is she the only one who sees the issue here?

Then suddenly, he shakes his head as he lets out a soft chuckle. 

Momo blinks, confused.

“Toshiro-kun?”

“Did you really think I didn’t remember?”

She frowns. “I know you wouldn’t, but I don’t understand why you’re still here then if that’s the case.”

He reaches out to lightly ruffle her already messy morning hair, catching her off guard. Why is he acting so nonchalant about this?

“That’s because of you.”

“Me?”

He nods. “Yes, you.”

Momo scrunches her nose, pointing to herself. “I don’t understand how I could be the reason when I’ve been asleep this whole time.”

“No, you woke up earlier when I did.”

“I did?”

Toshiro nods, “I tried to get up to do that paperwork but then someone refused to let me go.”

She blinks at the revelation, frowning.

“I don’t remember that.”

“I don’t expect you to.” 

He shrugs, sitting up more to rest his back against the headrest.

“But you did pull me back to bed and told me to stay with you. You also said that Matsumoto would do the paperwork.”

Ah, that must be why she remembers Rangiku’s name. She’d uttered it out loud earlier this morning, as a protest against Toshiro leaving her side according to him. 

The truth makes her blush in slight embarrassment. She knows she can be clingy, but never to this extent. Momo only hopes that he hadn’t minded it. It’s her fault now that Toshiro couldn’t do his work. 

But before she can look down and allow herself to take all the blame, Toshiro’s hand comes to gently tilt her chin up to look at him. She blinks, staring into his eyes in confusion, but his eyes are warm.

He rubs her cheek with his thumb. “Don’t blame yourself, Momo.”

“But I-”

He shakes his head before she can fully protest.

“I wasn’t putting up much of a fight either. I didn’t exactly want to spend my Sunday morning doing paperwork Matsumoto should’ve done when I could be staying in bed with you, so I’m glad you asked me to stay.”

Toshiro leans forward to press a soft kiss against her forehead, Momo closing her eyes at the contact. His lips are warm to the touch, far less chapped than anyone would initially expect. They’re soft and supple and feel especially good against her own. 

“I don’t think Rangiku-san’s finished it. She probably forgot.”

He cracks a smile as he pulls away, nodding in agreement. “I don’t expect her to have remembered it either. But it doesn’t matter. The paperwork is Matsumoto’s responsibility first and foremost, not mine.”

She scrunches her nose when she realises his train of thought, lightly swatting his shoulder. 

“Shiro-chan, that’s rude.”

“But it’s true, isn’t it? It’s been decades but she still hasn’t changed.”

Momo can’t find room to argue when it’s true. As a lieutenant, completion of a majority of the division’s paperwork fell under their job description, not the captain’s. While lots of captains and lieutenants tried to divide the work between them, oftentimes the captain became too distracted with other responsibilities that the burden fell on their vice’s shoulders instead. 

Luckily for her, Shinji was pretty good at multitasking. He often tried to lessen the load on Momo by doing as much as he could, which she was grateful for. On the other hand, Rangiku had never been known to enjoy paperwork or administrational duties like she had. Rather, she had a particular tendency to drink large amounts of sake when she could, leaving her unable to complete her duties. 

As a result, Toshiro had often been burdened by doing everything himself. Momo tried to pop by and help him a couple of times, but he was stubbornly against her help. He’d argued that she did enough paperwork on her own already, he wasn’t about to let her do some more. 

Even still, she could see how much it drained him sometimes. Rangiku had been getting better at doing it over the years, but she still had her habits. 

“Mm, I suppose so,” she admits quietly, sitting up next to him to rest her head on his shoulder. 

“So a day for sleeping in with you shouldn’t be a problem. Kyoraku won’t mind.”

She nods in agreement. Kyoraku was a lot less strict than Yamamoto had been, while Nanao had become his stricter right hand. 

“I think we should do this again.”

“Do what again?”

Momo smiles at him, “Sleep in again. We’ve never woken up this late before.”

Toshiro muses to himself quietly, before letting out a soft hum. They are both quite early birds, though Momo liked to sleep in a little more whenever she had her days off. 

“Alright then.”

She grins, wrapping her arms around one of his. “How about we also stay in bed the whole day today?”

“The whole day?”

“You don’t have anything planned today do you?” She raises a brow at him, only to be met by a shake of the head. 

“Not that I recall, no.”

“Good,” Momo smiles. “Then yes, we can stay in bed the whole day today. It’s called a Lazy Sunday, Shiro-chan.”

“What about food? Don’t we need to eat?”

“I can ask someone to get us food. Are you hungry right now?”

Toshiro shakes his head, “Not at the moment. But I think you are.”

At that, her stomach begins to let out a low growl, yearning for food to quench its hunger. Momo’s hands immediately fly to cover her stomach in embarrassment, her cheeks burning up.

He only looks at her with a slight smirk, to which she pouts as she swats him away. 

“I may be a little hungry.”

“That doesn’t sound like a little.”

She huffs, “Okay maybe not. But I’ll go ask someone to get us food first.”

Before Momo can call out however, he places a hand over hers. She looks at him with a brow raised. 

“How about we go get something to eat together, and go back to bed when we’re done?”

Truthfully she doesn’t want to leave the bed at all, but the longer she sits here, the louder her stomach cries. It continues to prod her for food and she doesn’t want to reach the point where her stomach starts to ache from hunger.

Momo sighs in reluctance. “I guess we’ll have to.”

Toshiro eyes her in amusement. “We’ll come straight back here after, Momo. Don’t worry.”

He begins to open the covers, slipping out of the bed in one fluid movement. Toshiro extends a hand out to help her get up, grasping her hand tightly to keep her steady. 

“And then we can have our Lazy Sunday?”

He nods, kissing her temple. “And then we can have our Lazy Sunday.”

Momo grins to herself, squeezing his hand tight. Today is looking to be a really good day. 

[pinkhairedlily]

A Name To Call Home

Prompt: Nickname | AO3 link here | Happy HitsuHina Week! @hitsuhina-week @rays-of-fire-and-ice

Hitsugaya came home yet again covered in bruises. “Stupid kids, they think I don’t know how to fight,” he mumbled to himself. Eventually, a smirk took over his whole face, remembering how he took on a group of four teenagers, obviously older and taller than him, who stole a watermelon from his favorite vendor. He halted in his steps when he saw his granny outside of their small home with a black-haired girl.

“Obaa-chan, is she bothering you?” He was admittedly overprotective over his grandmother, and so it has become a second nature for him to raise his voice and doubt the intentions of all strangers interacting with her.

The girl didn’t back away from his supposedly intimidating presence, instead she greeted him with a smile and wave, a bundle of amanitto in her hands.

“You’re just right in time, Hitsugaya. Momo brought us some food,” his grandmother took the food from her hands and softly ruffled her hair. The girl loved the quick affection and turned to Hitsugaya with her hand held out.

“Shiro,” she said.

“Huh, my reputation precedes me. You already know my name,” Hitsugaya huffed, quite pleased that he didn’t need to introduce himself…or shake her hand.

“No, it’s your hair. Shiro.” White like snow.

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“Shiro-chan!!!!” Momo greeted him on his way to the meeting with Commander Yamamoto.

“You won’t be calling me like that for a while, Lieutenant Hinamori.” The rank name rolled off his tongue so easily that it failed to hide his pride for her although admittedly she got promoted way before him. “I’ll be captain now.”

“And the youngest at that!”

He was happy he made the decision to follow her in the Shinigami academy. He beamed back at her, matching her enthusiasm.

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“Shiro-chan!” Rangiku, his vice-captain, tried to use his nickname once to get out of a mission, but he straight up glowered at her, gave her more tasks, and she decided not to use it anymore.

Following suit were Renji, Ikkaku, and Yumichika who heard Momo use it during the shinigami’s bi-annual assembly. They also expected to get closer to him this way, but they just received a beating from Hyourinmaru,

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“Shiro-chaaaan.” It was the way she lengthened his nickname that he expected an apology to follow. “I’m sorry I might not make it to our weekend dinner with granny. Captain Aizen needs me for the division training and some paperworks after.”

She smiled apologetically at him, her head tilted to reveal an expression he never resisted. He shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, of course. I know how it is.”

No, I don’t, because the busiest season in a captain’s administrative duties has just ended, and this was supposed to be a break. But he kept mum because Momo took her tasks seriously, and he respected that.

And perhaps he spoke too soon because she stopped using his nickname and started seeing him less. When the betrayal of Aizen happened, she lost her will to live, and she couldn’t even recognize him.

He would stand at the door of her room in the hospital, afraid to move closer and see the blankness in her eyes, until Unohana brought him a chair to sit on by Momo’s bedside. He relented and positioned himself above her head where she couldn’t see his face and mistake him for her traitorous captain, just close enough to still hear her breathing, close enough to feel the warmth of her skin, of her being alive.

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“Shiro-chan.” Her black strands were free from her low bun. Nowhere to be found was the Hinamori in the hospital who needed to take therapy and counseling. No more signs of dark circles, chapped lips, and bare bones. She looked better now.

And the nickname only she was allowed to use arrested all his senses, and he stood suspended in a bubble of emotions as he welcomed the sensation of coming home.

“Shiro-chan?” She called out again, and his nickname beckoned him over to her orbit. “Does it look weird?” Her fingers touched the ends of her hair, obviously getting self-conscious of his stare.

“No, it….it suits you.” He proceeded to tease her. “Reminds me of the old days, bed-wetter Momo.”

She slapped him lightly on the arm, and he laughed, happy to have her back.

[keikakudori]

"Do ya expect me to feel sorry for ya? Rottin' in here... I'd say you earned that." There was a blade in Gin's voice, the way it cut through the darkness of Muken before he was fully formed, fully visible, a ghostly figure flanked Aizen's throne akin to a predator prowling forward seeking the most vulnerable angle to strike from. Wisps of white trailed in tendrils, leaving transparency in his wake, an ethereal sight -- but Aizen would fix that, soon, wouldn't he? Ah, yes, a blink and then there would be no more rolling fog, no see-through features. Gin steadied into this abyss fully materialized, as though he had been here all along. Maybe he had. Maybe this was Hell, not a physical cell beneath cold grounds -- but Hell. "You oughtta suffer," and Gin moved closer, always closer, always moving like a beam of light through dark cloud, a fleeting snowflake in a billowing blizzard. He circled towards the back of Aizen's throne, languid steps soundless, featherlight -- and turned his head enough so that Aizen could witness the ripping grin upon his lips as he stepped out. Circling, circling...

Until Gin craned his neck and leaned himself against the armrest at Aizen's left, closer to his heart this way. "I only wish I could've been the one to do it." A graze, slender fingers parted from an oversized sleeve in favor of reaching out, seeking that Hogyoku still housed within him -- as though a phantom of before; when Gin reached out to impart upon Aizen his deadly poison, his gift embedded within Aizen's heart. Kill'im, Kamishini No Yari.

" -- wish I could've plucked this thing outta your chest, at least."

And hidden eyes revealed, albeit barely, sharp as his knife-like voice. Snarling smile. Gin leaned away, dropped his hand from Aizen's chest, and regarded Muken idly, as though admiring it. This darkness.

"This'll have to do, though, won't it? We don't always get what we want, after all. An' that Hogyoku sure looooves keepin' you from dyin', doesn't it? Convenient." A shrug of his shoulders, a sigh. A return of Gin's gaze upon him. Fingers snaked up -- simultaneously subtle as a slowly constricting bout of scales and as abrupt as a fanged strike -- gripping underneath the other's jaw, holding tightly. "Yeah, this'll have to do. You'll live, and live, and live and liiiiive on down here, y'lost your chance to die when ya killed me."

            restfulness was not always an easy thing, and he had only but begun to stir from another bout of unawareness. time oozed by him, slowly over him, around him -- he was encased in the darkest of ambers, preserved, whole, crystallized within the sap that dripped upon his thoughts. how long had he been out this time? there was no way to gauge the soft tread of those cats paws, the soft ticking of seconds. he had tried, at first. tried, unable to not do so. when had he given up? the periods of unawareness made it impossible. sometimes he tried before his mind would swim back down into the dark, start counting, lose seconds, start again, again, again-- a tick-tick-tick counted in the beating of his own heart, in the drumbeat of muscle behind bone, thumping loud and strong in the dark. somewhere he had the vague awareness of thirst. how long since he had felt the desire for water, for food, for the soft breezes above. he could scarce imagine them now. 

            but he was aware of more, another, of a voice drawling and leaving him to stir in feeble, fitful starts as his eye pulled open slowly. how could he be the brightest thing in here, he wondered, as he let out a soft groan an absentee flex of fingers and toes and arms as much could be done in the restraints. but the words were SHARP TODAY -- as if today had any meaning whatosever in the deeps of muken. did he laugh? he might have, once. but the oppressive weight that bore down on his bones, his marrow, his heart -- ah. he could not slide free of it. but the bite. he knew that bite. so gin was angry with him this time, was he? their last parting had been far more cordial, a soft laugh, a brush of a finger over aizen’s cheek as if he were trying to pull him from the block of white that held him, arms stretched out to his sides, pinioned in place. his was the butterfly’s fate, but no wooden frame and no glass pane held him. but still, he was restrained, unable to move more than his head, his eye.

            ❝ i -- ❞ hoarse. his voice was hoarse. different from last time. different. his voice had been surer then. had he laughed as gin had teased him, commenting on how he looked ever so much a pirate, cap’n, y’know -- like in those books’n’songs’n’stuff. gin had sat in his lap and it had felt good to pass whatever vague sense of time there was with him so close. it had feltt good. 

skip.

            more solid now, more of that sinuous motion -- gin looked solid now, eyes squinted shut, smile curling up towards his ears. vulpine. the predator that he had concealed but for those times when they had hunted together. how he had dared nips and sharper bites, dared blood being drawn. gin had ever had a way around him -- aizen knew he was allowed to touch only at the younger man’s own allowance. gin always had strict rules and this was no different. his breath heaved for a moment as he inhaled and then his head was lifting as he found the younger man drawing close. there he perched on the throne, an echo of hueco mundo, though he did not slide into aizen’s lap the way he so often would back then. it had amused gin to do so, attempting to disrupt the flow of aizen’s rhetoric, his pronouncements. sometimes he would start to wiggle, see how fast an audience would be ended, see how fast aizen would turn to pin him to the throne or yank him back to their shared rooms.

              he had laughed as he’d done so.

skip.

            gin there, on the arm, so close. if he could but shift his arm a bit, he would settle his fingers on that hip, apologize for whatever he had done. they never had an anniversary, not the way others did. they were not like that. theirs was not only lovers, friends, companions -- but captain and lieutenant, master and right hand, elder beast and younger and enemies and compatriots and conspirators. but gin could be vicious when he had done something to irritate him, done something to forget -- had he forgotten-- no, surely he would have remembered. it was too important to forget. perhaps they were not a traditional couple, but aizen would still find something for gin every year. he remembered the scarf he’d gotten him, once. silk, embroidered with gold thread, waves of blue and silver running over the material in undulating patterns.

            he wondered where the scarf was.

            no.

            awareness had his head snapping up.the commen of suffering drawing his gaze to the snake that encircled his throat. living jewelry gin had been, coils of moonlightt paleness ever snug upon his neck, where he could reach up and touch them. his hands strained from where they were pulled out to his sides, trying to reach up. his lips parted. but something about it today told him no, no, do not touch him. he will shatter you. he will break you. no -- he could not touch today. 

            ❝ i-- you could-- you could right now-- i wont stop you -- i won’t -- i promise that i won’t stop you if you want to crack my ribs open and take it--  ❞

            you can have it if you want it. the cost was too high. the cost. i didn’t count the cost and i thought i could but no the cost was something else something else i never planned on i never planned on this on us on you on you being there with shinso in hand i never counted it i never counted it i never i never i didn’t i didn’t count it i was so stupid--

            but those eyes. 

            gin had looked at him once -- once, before there had been kurosaki ichigo and mugetsu. the eyes had been filled with a pain that had registered, detached, clinical upon the thoughts of the man who had called himself gin’s taichou. they were not pained now. he found his words were failing him today. the darkness seemed to be there in place of his heart, a heavy lump that did not move, did not beat. his heart was gone, wasn’t it? kamishini no yari had swallowed it up. just like gin said. he had devoured aizen whole and he’d never known it. aizen hadn’t either. not until it was too late and he had found himself heaving then, trying to tear at the restraints. because no -- no -- gin could not be gone. yet he knew too that blow he had struck at gin’s chest in cold echo of the fingers on his won -- knew how to slide the blade in, twist it, cut and sever and rip and tear and he had done that -- he had done that to him.

            gin. i’m sorry, gin-- 

            fingers at his neck. he had thought it would be fangs. it should have been fangs. strong fingers they were, holding securely to his neck, gripping without mercy. gin always liked it when aizen got breathless, liked to hold and hold and hold -- how long would he hold him now, like this, like this here and now. he didn’t try to fight it. he just accepted, chin lifted, eye widened, that thick hair curling over the nape of his neck as he strained for more. anything more than jsut a hold. he wanted a kiss. he wanted those fingers clawing at his chest. take the damn thing. TAKE IT. I DON’T WANT IT NOW. NOT ANYMORE. I WANT YOU. 

            ❝ i don’t-- want it-- ❞ he managed around that choke hold. ❝ not -- at the cost of you, gin -- not at the cost of you-- ❞ 

            those fingers tightened and he found his eye squeezing shut for a moment but the pressure didn’t release. his eye opened, gazing upwards, swimming iwth a pain that should have had him on the floor, weeping like a child. he knew what it was like to feel his cells dying. he knew what it was like to feel bone shattering into nothingness, what it was like to feel his body open and loose -- how his left arm had dangled, held by shreds of his torso. there had not been blood, not for that. he didn’t know if he had appreciated that or not.

            you always looked beautiful when you were covered in it -- when you were panting, disheveled -- i always wanted to lick it from your face, see if you would accept it, bite me, taste mine INSTEAD--

            but he was speaking now, speaking words he had before, speaking words that had never been fulfilled. gin would just SMILE WHEN HE DID SO BUT THEY WERE FLOWING FROM HIS LIPS YET AGAIN. how many times must he beg before gin had mercy on him? mercy, from a snake, a snake that delighted in his torments. gin could be cruel. but didn’t he deserve it? aizen knew he did. how ragged his soul felt, flapping, loose. he had wounded himself. he had killed himself that day. hadn’t he killed himself? yes -- he had, hadn’t he?

            ❝ do it -- kill me -- if you ever loved me, kill me and tear it out. please gin -- please--  i’m so tired of being without you.❞

                                                i already lost my heart the day i killed you and i didn’t know it. i’m already dead. you’re just burying my body and i simply remain unaware of it.