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Ichigo x Popstar!Male reader
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"Rukia No"
*Ichigo says in a fed up voice"
"BUT PLEASEEEE HES MY FAVORITE SINGERRR"
*Rukia says in a sad voice* :(
"Rukia. No means No I'm not escorting you to a stupid concert."
"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE-"
*ichigo covers her mouth in a swift motion*
"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT FINE ILL TAKE YOU"
*Rukia's eye shine up in joy* :)
~Time skip~
*the crowd echos throughout the whole building*
Person 1: I'm so excited for (singer name) to come out!!
Person 2: Me too!!!
<Ichigo>
Geez whats taking so long just for a person to come out and sing *he says in a annoyed voice*
*suddenly the lights start to dim and the crowd goes wild*
<Rukia>
"ITS STARTING!!"
<Your pov>
*You sigh nervously*
T-The crowd is bigger then usual..
To calm down you take a deep breath as the curtains open
Song your singing
( YOU CAN PICK DIFFERENT ONES IF YOU WANT)
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pt 2 coming soon
(I'll put a link when I'm done)
UPDATE PART 2 IS OUT
Alright alright alright you guys.
I want to say that I hardly see a lot of vanilla smut on here. Some good and soft smut. Not that rough smut. Smacking the ass and all. Always want to see the gentle smut or a first time smut.
Also to point out. It would be good to see some trans too. I love to read some of that too.
Atau Rindo headcanons *ﾟ+˖♡
✧ author's note: it's my first time writing HCs and my first time writing after such a long time, apologies if it's a bit mehh.. (English isn't my mother tongue so apologies for any wrong wording and such,,,) however I hope you still enjoy reading this !! Also I'm in dire need of more Atau content,,,
✧ cw: fluff | (real real tiny) of suggestiveness | just short hcs of Atau himself + with s/o | just Atau being an overall sweetheart 🫶
☆ He would definitely be the type of person to just carry pet food with him each time he goes out just in case he runs into strays or any other lucky animal (I just know he'd have at least a couple stashed inside the pockets of his apron). And he definitely feeds and pamper the animals in the 7th Division's garden.
☆ He loves all sorts of animals; all of them tbh if not nearly all of them. And they love him too, he's an animal magnet. (Have you seen how he's just completely surrounded by all those animals in that one panel 😭 boy's having the time of his life). He especially has a special affinity with birds, they're always just hanging about on his shoulder, hand and hair almost all the time.
☆ Might even get a bit silly with it and just smother himself in birdseed just to get completed engulfed by them lmao
☆ He's an absolute nerd about animals I'm sure. Probably has an entire collection of encyclopaedias of em in his room. Can probably at least name god knows how many species of each animal. (kid me would be friends with him for sure).
☆ His phone wallpaper, lockscreen, phone case, phone charm are animal themed. He's a silly but unhinged fan of animals in a sane way ??
☆ He would definitely !!! buy matching animal themed items for his s/o !!! Matching whale plush? Matching frog mugs? Matching cat coasters? Even the littlest of things,,, if it's cute and comes in matching pairs? Oh.. he's easily sold. Actually scratch that you'd have to restrain him a little from buying so many animal themed stuff, he just can't help himself.
☆ The type to take his s/o out on dates to aquariums, animal themed cafés, petting zoos, etc. Maybe even paint bird feeders together for the birds in the 7th Division's garden !!
☆ He's a polite lil fella. An absolute sweetheart. Would be the type to call his s/o all sorts of words of endearment. Is the type to kiss the back of his s/o's palm. Heck, he'd kiss away at his s/o's every part. Forehead? Nose? Neck? Shoulders? Every part honestly. He just wants his beloved to feel loved and cherished in every part.
☆ He'd get a bit bold to softly bite or nip at your skin out of playfulness or out of affection. He loves your little jolts whenever he bites or nips at you a little too hard ;>
Byakuya X GN! Reader
{🪷Marriage Proposal🪷}
[In which Byakuya asks your hand in marriage…]
I love this man. Enjoy my newest brain rot. I’ll get requests done soon, I’m mainly wanting to write for Toshiro and Byakuya.
Warnings:
None
Byakuya Kuchiki was a vision of moonlight and stardust, a noble figure in all his finery. He stood tall, as though his kenseikan weighed him down with the heavy burden of honor and duty he bore. His skin glowed like polished ivory in the pale light of the Soul Society and his eyes shone brighter than any star even when casted to the ground the mortals walked.
You were the one person that could make him feel something he hadn't felt in such a long time; joy. He finally felt like he belonged somewhere and that was with you. Every day filled with laughter, smiles and love replaced the dullness of his life before. With you, he didn't have to be alone anymore and for once in his life, it felt like everything was going to be alright.
Time flew by and soon everyone around you knew that the you were meant for each other. You two started making plans for their future, wanting to build a life together that would be full of love, laughter and joy. Both of you were sure this was what you wanted.
Byakuya wanted to marry you. He had never felt more sure of anything in his life. He knew that as long as you were by his side, he could face anything the world might throw at him. He wanted to show his love for you in a way that would last forever, so he asked your father for permission to marry you.
Your father was a quiet man but nevertheless, he could see the depth of Byakuya's love and care for you and gave him his blessing.
Byakuya made sure everything was perfect before asking you to marry him. Byakuya Kuchiki, resplendent in the noble regalia of the Kuchikis, was going to ask you to marry him on March 13, the first day of the Cherry blossom season for the world of the living.
On that fateful day, Byakuya finally asked for your hand in marriage. You felt overwhelmed with emotion; it was clear to you that this man was truly devoted to you and would love and care for you forever.
Byakuya could see the joy radiating from your face as he took out a little box from his pocket, revealing a beautiful cherry blossom-shaped diamond ring. You smiled and without warning, tears started to stream down your face as you silently nodded in agreement.
The two of you were wed a few weeks later under the cherry blossoms. Despite the time constraints, Byakuya had put together a grand ceremony that was filled with wonder and joy. The newlyweds danced all night beneath the soft petals of the cherry blossoms.
Byakuya X GN! Reader
{🪷Morning Cuddles🪷}
[In which Byakuya is yours forever…]
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I love TYBW Byakuya, he is just so pretty! I’m going to me writing random things to try and get a healthy writing schedule going, so please feel free to make requests! I really enjoy writing for Bleach, I really like the characters.
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Warnings:
Soft Byakuya
Mentions of sex
Byakuya is so sweet here
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The rays of golden light glistened through the open window that laid at the corner of the room, a gentle breeze brushing the blossom-pink curtains to the side and filling the room with the crisp smell of Cherry blossom season; and it was that smell that awake you from your peaceful slumber. With a distorted groan, you stretched, your body shivering at the sudden movements at such a time in the morning. As you moved back to you spot after your morning stretch, you felt lanky arms slither their way around your waist, delicately tracing the exposed skin of your stomach. A gently kiss was placed on the back of your neck, sending a slight shiver down your spine. You leaned your head back, meeting your husband’s soft lips in a sweet kiss.
“Good morning my dear”. His voice was deep, as he was still waking up. You hummed in response, bring a hand up to gently stroke his hair before dragging your hand down to caress his cheek. His gray eyes met yours, swirling with an emotion that could only be described as pure love. Pure love for you. The kind of love that spoke volume. He wanted to make love to you, just like he had done the night before, and the night before that. His hand raised up to intertwine with the fingers that held his face, gently removing it to place a soft kiss to the skin. You smile gently, before pulling your hand away and sitting up on the edge of the bed.
“C’mon love, we have work to do”. Your voice was groggy, but to him, it was the most beautiful sound in the world. As you began to stand up, arms wrapped around your body and pulled you back, back to the bed once more, and into his arms.
“Five more minutes”. He mumbled into your hair, inhaling your scent. You could only sigh, letting your body relax.
“Five minutes, that’s it…”
ANYTHING WITH ULQUIORRA PLEASE I BEG, THERES NOT ENOUGH FICS OF HIM IM THIRSTY
Ulquiorra X Gn! Reader
{🦇SFW and NSFW Headcannons🦇}
[In which Ulquiorra is yours…]
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Welcome dear! Thank you for the request! I’m a big fan of Ulquiorra and find him pretty cool. Remember, request for all Bleach characters are open 24/7!
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Warnings:
Soft Ulquiorra
Dom/sub dynamics
Soft kisses
Nsfw stuff
Fluff
Smut
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SFW:
Ulquiorra is an asshole, an emotionless asshole, except to you.
When things first started, he refused to look or even talk to you, sometimes refused to be in the same room as you, but overtime, that all stopped.
Now, he really like hovering over you, just standing behind you, showing comfort without others knowing.
When in private, he loves to hold you close and kiss the pulse on your neck. Feeling your heartbeat under his lips does something to him. Not only that, but the concept of you letting him, a hollow, kiss you somewhere that could kill you with one bite makes him feel something. Something like a strong sensation of love and trust.
He refused to show much love towards you in front of any other Espada, last think he needs is him, or worse, you getting made fun of. He won’t allow it.
He genuinely likes to sleep while holding you, he really does enjoy it and he doesn’t k ow why. Feelings such as this is useless, so why does he feel good? Why does he care about you so much.
You where the first to say the big three words. ‘I love you’. And why you did, you knew he wouldn’t say it back. He does love you, but he can’t bring himself to say it, not yet. But once you say it, he became deeply affected by it. Holding you closer, touching you softer, kissing you longer.
He kisses your hand sometimes, which is surprising because the first time he did it, was in front of Lord Aizen himself, after you complete a mission perfectly, even as a human.
He is the type to silently be like, “LOOK AT THAT! THAT’S MY S/O! DOES EVERYONE SEE THEM”? Somehow always has a proud glint in his eyes when your around.
He kinda enjoys hugging you and holding your hand. He finds you so warm and he enjoys it from his cold skin. You set him ablaze.
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NSFW:
Ulquiorra will take a long time for him to get this vulnerable with you. Exposing his skin to your eyes is something he was very hesitant to do.
But once he does, oh boy, he is stunning.
During most days, he will be the dominant one, always being soft with you. But on some days, he will allow you to take control.
He enjoys holding your hand during soft sex, and loved having his body really close to yours, feeling your breath on his cheek as he nibbles at your neck.
The first time, he’ll be super soft with you, going in and out of you so slowly as to not break you. But once you two are comfortable after a while, he may get rougher.
The first time he finally says that he loves you is when he finishes inside of you for the first time.
He is really sweet during sex, always whispering kind words to you as he softly thrusts up into you.
He enjoys the lights being off during the act, he finds it more intimate.
He really does love you and really enjoys kissing your lips during the act. Ya’ know…to keep you quiet ;).
{❄️Frozen Lips❄️}
Toshiro Hitsugaya X GN! Reader
[In which Toshiro proves he isn’t a kid anymore…]
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Hello! It’s been about a year, sorry about that. I have seemed to have fallen into the world of Bleach and now can’t get out. I have fallen in love with this stupid little man and am now going to write for him non-stop. So, you have my permission to send in requests for him. I was watching Bleach last night and it was like-3:26 AM and my thoughts start to wonder so…have Toshiro blowing off some steam with you. (A.K.A Toshiro using his tail to hold you up while making out with you.) The bleach fandom hounded me for a while, are you all happy now? You may think I stepped into your domain…Oh how wrong you are. You’re in my domain now… Enjoy.
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Warnings:
Pissed off Toshiro
Bankai activated Toshiro
Sir kink
Aggressive making out
Reader and Toshiro like each other but never admit it
Finger sucking
Hyorinmaru is not amused
Language
Last season Toshiro. (Not Blood War but close. The last series of the original animated series.)
Slightly OOC Toshiro
Toshiro is being a fucking brat
Chocking
(THIS STORY DOES NOT FOLLOW THE CANNON STORY OF BLEACH, DON’T GET PISSED THAT IT DOESN’T LINE UP WITH THE ORIGINAL STORY.)
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“Damn it”! Toshiro yelled loudly as the Menos Grande tore though the icy wings of his bankai. This fight has been going on for an hour now and he was starting to get pissed off. Turning around quickly to face his opponent once more, he send Hyorinmaru out from his hand and had him slam into the overgrown Hollow. The beast let out an earth shattering screech before using its hand to claw away at the ice dragon that had hit it, sending Hyorinmaru to return to it’s master. Bitch. He didn’t have time for this. He has a squad to run, and paperwork to do because god knows that Rangiku never did any of her work and was most likely drinking Saké or sleeping with some random man, once again. The captain gritted his teeth at just the thought. I have to do everything myself, He thought bitterly, his eyes filled with an icy rage. His eyes shifted once again to the large Hollow as it let out another cry before sending a large blast of energy at Toshiro, who brought up a wing to deflect the beam with ease. He let out a growl before charging up his powers once more to allow the Hollow to be take down in one strike. Once he was done charging, one strike was all he needed to- “Toshiro, stop acting like a child and finish this”! He froze for a few seconds before slowly turning to the sound of the voice. (Y/N) (Y/LN). The captain of squad 13. They were rude and inpatient and let their own impulses get the best of them, and now they dare to stand there, not even offering to help, and have the guts to call him a child? Oh the fucking nerve.
“W-what did you say Captain (Y/LN)”? There was a hint of hate as he spoke your formal name and you just snickered.
“Pay attention kid”. Before Toshiro had the chance to fire something back, he was smacked to the ground, hitting it quite hard to the point where a large whole was where his body laid. He heard the other captain let out an over-exasperated sigh before lazily jumping from the building they where perching on and strutted over to the man lying face down into the concrete. “Ya’ know Toshiro? For a captain, you sure suck ass”. Toshiro quickly stood up from his spot, his large ice wings extended and his tail slicking angrily.
“Shut the fuck up. I have been a captain a lot longer than you have Captain (Y/LN), and my name is Captain Hitsugaya, I have no respect for you, you may not call me Toshiro”. Said captain rolled their eyes at his words.
“Whatever snowflake-“. The cry of the Hollow interrupted (Y/N) before they quickly turned to the Hollow and pulling out their Zanpaktou, slicing into the air while watch the beast instantly fade away. “Don’t interrupt me”. They snarled at where the Menos Grande once way before shifting their position and looking down at the tiny Captain. “You took too long shorty, I had to take matters into my own hands”.
“Don’t you dare call me short, and I could handle that myself”. Toshiro yelled bitterly, pushing the other Captain with his shoulder as he began to walk away. (Y/N) scoffed,
“Stop acting like a child Toshiro, it’s starting to piss me off”. They glared at him before hurrying to catch up with him, but was quickly surprised when Toshiro harshly gripped their wrist.
“Say I’m a child one more time Captain (Y/LN), I dare you”. His grip tightened and his bright turquoise eyes darkened with anger. His wings were flattened to his back in anger and his tail violently thrashed around, making a harsh sound as it smacked into the ground. (Y/N) smirked slightly, before leaning in, close to Toshiro’s face, he could feel their breath on his face.
“You are an insignificant child Toshiro Hitsugaya. You will forever be under me”. They expected the man to be angry, but they didn’t expect to be grabbed by the throat by the shorter Captain and dragged into an empty alleyway. “And what do you think your doing”? They snarled out at him as they where violently shoved into the wall, Toshiro’s arms caging their body in.
“Teaching you a lesson”, was his response before his lips where slammed roughly into theirs. (Y/N) couldn’t help be let out a grunt, bringing their hands up to roughly grip onto Toshiro’s shoulder, bringing him closer to their body. The kiss was rather rough but ended quickly as Toshiro pulled away first.
“W-what are you doing”? Their voice was covered in confusion as they panted harshly. Toshiro looked them in the eyes, his breathing uneven.
“Do you wish for me to stop Captain (Y/LN)”? (Y/N) Smirked.
“Don’t back down like a kid”. Welp. That’ll do it. What a brat. Toshiro let out an animalistic growl before slamming his lips back into the other Captain’s with force, shutting them up within an instant. His hands that once caged them in now placed themselves on the other Captain’s hips, lifting the other and moving his icy tail in between his legs to hold (Y/N) up. He brought them closer, hooking his arms around the small of their back while his tail held them up. (Y/N) used this opportunity to give an experimental grind to Toshiro’s crotch. His kisses stopped.
“No. Your not in control here”. He snapped, sharp turquoise eyes shooting daggers into the other. “I’ve had enough of your teasing. It’s time you learned your lesson (Y/N)”. His voice carried an unknown emotion, and emotion that was close to lust, but much more…aggressive. He held the emotion well, letting it overtake his eyes and allowing it to consume him fully. (Y/N) let out a ‘humph’ before rolling there eyes at his newfound dominance.
“You have a lot of nerve Toshir-“. They where cut off quickly as an icy-clawed hand wrapped around their exposed throat, the sharp talons creating marks in their wake. Toshiro could feel their windpipe flex against his hand, trying to widen to allow the body to gain air, he tightened his grip at the feeling. (Y/N) let out a choked gasp before moving their hand up to grip his wrist, there eyes pleading. He leaned in close, a toothy grin plastered on his face.
“How many times do I have to tell you”? He flexed his occupied hand, making them squirm once more. He moved closer, his breath against their ear before his tongue slipped out, licking the shell of their ear before nibbling it slightly and pulling away a little. “It’s Captain Hitsugaya”. A deep, primordial chuckle erupted from him before moving his mouth right back to their ear. “But for right now, sir will do just fine, understand”? He leaned down and gave a harsh suck to their neck. (Y/N) stayed silent. Don’t test me. “I said-“. He thrust his hips up into your crotch. “Understand”? (Y/N) let out a choked moan, his hand still around their throat before nodding their head aggressively. He loosened his claws, allowing the other Captain to breath. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to their lips. “Good. So good for me”. His clawed hand around their throat moved to cup their jaw, making his thumb to their lips. (Y/N) let out a soft moan as they opened their mouth a little to allow the smaller Captain’s entry. His thumb entered slowly, dragging his claw around their tongue to play with it as they sucked and licked around him, moaning at his taste. Toshiro dipped his thumb deeper, allowing it to move to the edge of their throat and they gagged silently, wincing in slight pain as his sharp claw scraped the sensitive walls of their throat. “Hyorinmaru”. Toshiro whispered and the tail holding them up slowly moved to undo their Captain’s robe to slip into their Shihakusho to wrap around their stomach. (Y/N)‘s muscles spasmed at the freezing feeling as a startled moan left their lips. Toshiro slipped his thumb out of their mouth and they let out a silent moan before meeting his eyes once more.
“D-didn’t know you had it in you”. (Y/N) chucked before hesitating, seeing Toshiro’s eyes shine with danger. “I’m sorry… Sir”. Toshiro tisked at their words, using his free hand to hold their back as the tail around their stomach tightened. He slowly dragged them on his crotch, causing them to let out a low groan at the feeling of his hardened member beneath his uniform. “Please sir! I need you. I need you so badly”.
“Begging already”? His voice was teasing. He snorted at the other Captain’s broken composure before slipping his cold hand under their jaw and harshly kissing them, causing them to harshly buck their hips. “Soon”. He promised, his voice holding only the truth. “You’ll be mind soon Captain (Y/LN)”. He moved the hand holding them to their hair, moving their head impossibly closer and slipping his cold tongue into their warm mouth. Toshiro could feel any control list slowly begin to slip away and he pulled away quickly. “We need to go”. He slowly put them back on the ground as they lookout him with uttermost confusing.
“W-what? What’s wrong”? Their voice wavered, their things clenched. They’re as needy as I am.
“Wouldn’t you prefer to do this somewhere more private”? He questioned the other Captain who thought for a moment.
“I-I guess. But Sir, I”- Toshiro cut off the needy words from (Y/N).
“We will go to my quarters, Come now, I don’t like to be kept waiting”. He turned away from them and deactivate his Bankai before holding his hand out to (Y/N) who took it eagerly. “And besides. It’ll be nicer for all of the Soul Society to know who you belong too”.
FICS FOR GAZA
Hello everyone, I've decided to join the @ficsforgaza fundraiser. I've had a couple people express interest, and I think that every little bit helps. I will be offering WIP donations as well as drabble requests.
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REQUESTS
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Send me a character/characters and a dialogue prompt, trope, or just an overall idea that's been plaguing your brain lately and I'll write a short drabble/ficlet for you!
Fandoms I will write for: BNHA, Obey Me!, Wind Breaker, JJK, Haikyuu, Blue Lock, Black Butler, AOT, Bleach, Tokyo Revengers, Bungo Stray Dogs
Characters I will write for: Any! Bring it on, I love a challenge.
Will write: x reader (any gender), character ships, OCs, aged-up characters; SFW/NSFW, dark content (noncon/dubcon, yandere, etc). NSFW & dark content requests must provide proof of being 18 or older (request made off anon with age indicator in your tumblr bio). Note: If you want to make a NSFW/dark content request but remain publicly anonymous, send me a private message OR the same request off anon so I can verify. I will respond to your request using only the anon submission once you're verified.
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OBEY ME
The Confessions of Flowers (Barbatos x GN!Reader) - oneshot; SFW; fluff; friends to lovers
Synopsis: You and Barbatos exchange gifts of flowers and herbs as a way to communicate your feelings to each other.
Current WC: 971
Estimated Completed WC: 1,500
Sponsored WC: 0
Love and Duty - Chapter 2 (Barbatos x f!Reader) - multichapter; SFW (for now); one-sided fake dating; Barb catches feelings (eventually)
Continuation of my multichapter Barb fic. Chapter 1 can be found here.
Current WC: 3,796
Estimated Completed WC: 7,000
Sponsored WC: 0
Just A Game (Barbatos x f!Reader) - oneshot; NSFW; predator/prey; consensual non-con.
Synopsis: It was your idea. You were the one who asked Barbatos to play this game, to hunt you throughout the empty castle while the prince is away. But you didn't expect him to be this good at it.
Current WC: 347
Estimated Completed WC: 4,000
Sponsored WC: 0
Untitled oneshot (Mammon x f!Reader) - oneshot; NSFW; hurt/comfort; car sex
Synopsis: Mammon has had it with the teasing and bullying at his expense. But at least he has one person in his corner - you. You, who tells off his brothers. You who seeks him out. And you who finds him sitting alone by himself in his car.
Current WC: 1883
Estimated Completed WC: 3,000-4,000
Sponsored WC: 0
A Formal Affair (Barbatos x f!Reader x Diavolo) - oneshot; NSFW; public sex but away from prying eyes and ears; casual sexual arrangement; threesome with focus on Reader (reader sandwich!); size kink; anal; oral; questionable uses for a tail... who knows what else, I just go where the hormones tell me.
Synopsis: A formal date with Diavolo to a classical performance, with Barbatos in tow as his loyal shadow, devolves into a night of pleasure and sin that you never expected.
Current WC: 2,892
Estimated Completed WC: 8,000
Sponsored WC: 0
BLACK BUTLER
Blood-bound (Sebastian Michaelis x f!Reader) - oneshot; NSFW; toxic/dark themes; enemies to lovers (but still enemies); blood feeding/drinking, bandages, injuries, rough handling.
Synopsis: The was no one you hated more than Sebastian Michaelis. He was arrogant, sinister, manipulative... and, the most obvious reason, a fucking demon. Which made it all the more infuriating when you woke up to your fatal wounds sealed shut and a hot, raging fire of desire coursing through your veins. A desire that only burned for one arrogant, sinister, manipulative demon.
Current WC: 9,139
Estimated Completed WC: 13,000
Sponsored WC: 0
BNHA
Dabi Christmas Special (Dabi x GN!Reader) - oneshot; SFW; fluff.
Synopsis: You've been repairing Dabi's clothes for him, strengthening their fire resistance with your quirk, for months now. But you never expected him to show up on Christmas Eve, of all nights.
Current WC: 680
Estimated WC: 1,500 - 2,000
Sponsored WC: 0
Tethered (Dabi x f!Reader) - oneshot; NSFW; weed & alcohol consumption; Dabi's an asshole but he's hot.
Synopsis: Insomnia is nothing new for you. It's nothing new for Dabi, either. It's why he's already sitting at the hideout's bar drinking his memories away when you show up for your own night cap. You think nothing of it... just another night of bantering and sarcasm. That is, until he makes you an offer you didn't expect.
Current WC: 6,288
Estimated WC: 8,000
Sponsored WC: 0
The Fall (Overhaul x f!Reader) - oneshot (two parter that will be posted simultaneously); childhood friends to lovers; angst; violence; eventual NSFW in later parts; yandere undertones as things progress.
Synopsis: You'd known Kai Chisaki since that fateful day you saw him, young and filthy, enter the Shie Hassaikai grounds on the heels of the Boss. Over time, a tentative bond between the two of you formed, growing stronger as you got older. But it wasn't enough to keep the young man from spiraling, losing himself in his obsession of purging the world of quirks. After all, he was doing it for you. He was doing it all for you.
Current WC: 9,355
Estimated Completed WC: 20,000
Sponsored WC: 0
Cat and Mouse (Bakugou x f!Reader) - oneshot; NSFW; enemies to lovers; hero vs. villain.
Synopsis: Bakugou prides himself on his ability to stop any villain in their tracks. His record is impeccable, his reputation flawless. That is, until he crosses paths with you, a cat burglar with a quirk that always leaves him three steps behind. Oh, it also doesn't help that you drive him absolutely, utterly wild.
Current WC: 2,603
Estimated Completed WC: 6,000 (hopefully?)
Sponsored WC: 0
Protector (title is tentative) (Bakugou x f!Reader) - oneshot; angst, hurt/comfort; love confession; NSFW
Synopsis: Bakugou's one job was to protect you. You weren't supposed to get hurt. But you did, and now he had to deal with the fallout. It calls into question everything he thought and felt about you. He thought he hated you. He thought you were a pain in the ass. And he thought he couldn't wait for this fucking assignment to be over. But the threat of loss, he realized, hurt more than the threat of failure. And coming so close to losing you has him rethinking every assumption he'd ever made. If only he could figure out what you were thinking. If only he could understand why you jumped in a protected him.
Current WC: 120
Estimated Completed WC: 5,000
Sponsored WC: 0
Untitled oneshot (Aizawa x f!Reader) - oneshot; established relationship; NSFW; somnophilia (consensual)
Synopsis: A heavy work day leaves you exhausted and drained. Luckily for you, you have Aizawa waiting for you at home with the promise of a much-needed massage. Unfortunately, it's impossible for you to stay awake once you're in the comfort of your bed and you have his warm, rough hands on you... but that doesn't stop him from loving every inch of you.
Current WC: 2,053
Estimated completed WC: 4,000
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The Ties That Bind - Chapter 1 (Inumaki x f!Reader) - multichapter; arranged marriage; canon adjacent future AU; slowburn; pining; hurt/comfort; mild enemies to lovers.
Synopsis: Inumaki didn't want this. He didn't want any of this. But his loyalty to his clan, and the potential fallout if he refused, forced his hand. Now he's bound for marriage to a total stranger all in an attempt to preserve the Gojo clan bloodline and keep the Six Eyes technique from extinction. The only problem is, you don't want to be here either. And neither of you want to have children.
Current WC: 4,584
Estimated completed WC (for chapter 1): 7,000
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A Promise To The Dead - Chapter 1 (Gojo x f!Reader) - multichapter fic; Nanami's widow!Reader; pregnant!Reader; canon divergence; childbirth and child-rearing; angst; drama; JJK politics; slowburn; pining; friends to lovers; violence & NSFW in future chapters
Synopsis: Nanami was never supposed to marry, but he did anyway. He was never supposed to have children, but here you were, belly round and filled with life. And Nanami was never ever supposed to die. Now it was Gojo who was left to pick up the pieces, trying to force them together into something believable, something you would accept. Because Nanami never told you what he really was. He never told you about the world of curses and sorcerers. He did it to protect you, of course... to keep you and his unborn child far away from violence and death. But Gojo knew better. He knew that there was no way to keep it from you forever. And when your child's sorcerer abilities manifest at the age of five, he's forced to take you and your child in. It doesn't matter that you hate him. It doesn't matter that you blame him for your late husband's death. And it doesn't matter that a deep, secret part of him has wanted you since the very beginning. Because he made a promise a long time ago that if anything were to happen to Nanami, that Gojo would make sure you were protected and provided for. And Gojo cannot not bring himself to break a promise with the dead.
Current WC: 396
Estimated Completed WC: 8,000
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Drabble Prompts
As promised, here is a list of prompts for our Drabble Challenge on June 24. It does not have to be SMUT but some of these prompts are dirty +18!
You do not have to use these prompts if you don't want to!
The quotes can be used by the character or the reader!
I have included both word prompts and Quote prompts. Use as many as you want in your Drabble. Have someone pick for you or use a random generator. Will continue to update the list as I think of more fun ideas!
Quote Prompts
"Welcome to the family"
"Do I know you?"
"So *that's* what you're into!"
"Wow! I didn't know you could bend that way..."
"So, how'd you get stuck in there?"
"Is that all you've got?"
"You can give me one more, can't you?"
"Please never put those words together in that order again."
"Keep that skirt on while I fuck you"- anon
“Don’t you dare stop until I say so!”
“What? Right now?”
“That’s disappointing”.
“My eyes can't help it!”
“Be careful! It might bite!”
“I saw you the other day with another man”.
“Wait! I’m not ready!”
“What a messy little hole”.
“Is that how you ride a horse?”
“Got a little excited there, didn't we?”
“Just because it’s dangerous doesn't mean we don't try it”.
“Do it for science”. Or “All for science”.
“Got a heavy package delivery. Need some help to carry it inside?”
Credit: @whitefoxfiction (1-5 and some words below); @darthwhorecrux (6); @spacedust-alley (7); @saltychonk (8)
WORDS:
decolletage
wedgie
scent
kancho
passage
bless
transaction
sour
prescription
routine
lodge
Bow
condiment
towels
Elastic
Cheese
Cucumber
Fraternity
Picnic
Language
I'm sorry but i can't stop thinking about Shunsui and his fertility issues.
Warning; smut, no minors, male erectile dysfunction
Imagine him getting excited for the evening, looking forward to helping his sweet flower petal unwind for the day considering how busy and hectic it was around the barracks.
After a nice steamy shower, smelling like a flower shop, he walks into the bedroom where you lay in nothing but a sexy set of lingerie— his favourite set and it never failed him before. But today, there is not the slightest twitch between the loins.
He keeps the towel wrapped snug around his waist so you don't notice his limp problem. The smile on his face never wavers and with that positive look of confidence, he gets between your legs and skillfully gets you wet.
His hot breath and wet lips has you cumming on his tongue multiple times. He gives you a moment to breath between each orgasm. And when you think he is done, he takes permanent shelter between your thighs and starts fingering your wet sex while sucking your sensitive swollen clit. As much as the problem (or the lack of) between his legs didn't bother him, he did not want to disappoint you and leave you unsatisfied.
“Shunsui! STOP!”, you cry and gently tug on his wet hair to pull him off. You are over-sensitive and your body is twitching to your racing pulse.
Shunsui moves up towards your head and lays on his side, propped up on his elbow.
“Sorry Petal. Looks like tonight is not the night”, he says with a smile on his face. He knows you are tired out anyways thanks to his masterful tongue which honestly was enough to get you through most nights.
You look down and notice his towel still shielding his shame. You unravel the towel to reveal his limp dick that appeared somewhat lifeless.
“I’m sorry. I thought the lingerie would work”, you sigh and run your hands up and down his lower abdomen, wondering if a gentle massage would get the blood flowing.
His fingers caress your cheeks and he plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “Dont apologize. You looked beautiful. I'm just an old man with old habits hard to break.”
There was a moment of silence as you lay in his warm embrace, his coarse body hair tickling your warm skin.
Shunsui was content with using anything but his dick to please you. As long as you were content, he was content.
However…..
The next day he pays a visit to Squad 4 and gets some herbs for his problems. He ‘accidentally’ double dosed for the hell of it and can't get it down. “Let’s make up for lost time, petal”.
Summary: Byakuya's not one for gossip, trends or anything of the like, but whisperings of an exclusive spa has made him somewhat curious (though he denies it). Trends come and go, and eventually talks of this spa die down... but not in Byakuya's mind or curiosity.
CW: MDNI! SMUT! So much of it. I haven't written anything so smutty like this in SO LONG. Rimming (m receiving), squirting, tit jobs, 69-ing, anal fingering.
Reader tags: @kennys-partner @villainsrtasty (if you wish to be tagged for future posts, please fill this out)
Author's note: I've been replaying Yakuza ha.. ha. haahahahahahaha.
Word count: 3602
When Byakuya first became captain of Squad 6, he never cared for trends, fads or whatever popular markers were for the Gotei 13. He didn’t necessarily think he was above it all, but it just didn’t concern him. He had to uphold the noble Kuchiki family and the laws of the Gotei 13.
But now, as he grew comfortable in his captaincy, he became more cognizant of the murmurings and chattering of his squad. He knew there were certain food trends that were popular in the World of the Living that were becoming popular in Seireitei, he knew of what music was becoming popular due to what Captain Hirako, Captain Otoribashi and Lietuenant Hisagi would share (not that he had a particular care to listen).
But he also had to thank Rukia and Renji for some part of his newly acquired “knowledge.” Rukia seemed obsessed with some series popular in the World of the Living, and Renji with whatever movies were being shown.
Again, not that he particularly had any interest in consuming.
But for a while now, maybe for several months now, he heard whisperings of an exclusive spa that had opened.
Byakuya wasn’t one for such establishments, yet… no one would stop talking about it.
So much so, he heard Captain Hirako discuss it with Head Captain Kyoraku.
The weeks went by and talks of this spa had yet to die down. Soldiers lamenting that they couldn’t get in, but captains and lieutenants discussing how rejuvenated they felt.
Byakuya… was curious, yet didn’t engage with the conversations. Until he walked by Captain Kotetsu talk to her sister about how relaxed she felt.
But like all trends and rumours, they all die down and something new comes to replace it.
Yet something about this spa wormed its way into Byakuya’s mind. Was it the exclusivity? He could arguably hire the best masseuses in Seireitei and have his own “retreat” at home… yet something about the rumours, and the fact that several captains had talked about it, made Byakuya curious.
Byakuya frowned as he concentrated on the paperwork in front of him. He didn’t know the name of the spa, he didn’t even know if it was in the World of the Living or in Seireitei. He quickly read through documents and signed whatever needed to be signed, and “retired” for the night.
Except he decided to visit Captain Kotetsu. Byakuya was not interested in the other captains heeming and hawing at his sudden interest in the spa, and he also knew Captain Kotetsu would keep his visit to herself.
So when he appeared at the Squad 4 barracks, it was a surprise for everyone. Isane immediately took him to her office.
“Are you alright Captain Kuchiki?” Isane asked, her voice heavy with worry as she scanned him.
“I’m fine.” Byakuya responded, “I’m here to ask you a question.” Isane raised her eyebrows as her sister brought some tea for the two of them.
“By all means, sir, you can ask me anything.” Isane replied, she was beginning to grow nervous.
“I’m looking for a spa recommendation.” He asked, watching Isane’s reaction. She seemed surprised, with the way her eyes widened, and nervous with the way she was hesitant to speak.
“Are your muscles in pain, Captain Kuchiki?”
“No.” He briskly replied, “I overheard you tell your lieutenant about a spa. I’m interested in that one.”
Isane’s cheeks grew pink, “oh you heard that? I’m not sure you’ll like it…” Isane mumbled.
Byakuya narrowed his eyes in response, causing Isane to shudder in anxiety. She nervously laughed and began to look away from Byakuya. She fidgeted with her fingers, a nervous tick she couldn’t shake off, “so that one is Negai, it’s in the World of the Living.” She mumbled, avoiding Byakuya’s gaze.
Byakuya slightly bowed his head in thanks, “I heard it is difficult to get into.”
“Um, yes –“ Isane paused, her face growing redder, “but I can arrange it for you!” She hastily replied, “so when you visit, they can take you in immediately.” She gave a nervous laugh, quickly grabbing a piece of paper to write down the information.
Byakuya took the piece of paper from her hand, “thank you.”
“I will send a hell butterfly once I confirm with them.” She shakily said, her blush not disappearing.
Byakuya nodded again before taking his leave, wondering why Captain Kotetsu was nervous in sharing.
Captain Kotetsu was true to her word and sent a hell butterfly in a matter of days since he met with her that night. Due to his own diligence as a captain, Byakuya accrued a few days off, leaving Renji in charge. The two of them were responding to last minute paperwork before Byakuya headed off for his vacation.
“Captain Kuchiki, where are you headin’ off to?” Renji asked, curious as to the sudden vacation request.
“I am going to the World of the Living.” Byakuya responded curtly.
Renji raised his eyebrows in surprise, “really?”
“Yes.” Byakuya replied, a cold tone evident in his voice. The atmosphere between them changed and Renji knew, after decades of working with his captain, that that tone meant no more questions.
“Well I hope you enjoy your time off, captain. I’ll take care of the squad in your absence.” Renji said, shaking his stack of papers.
Byakuya nodded and left the Squad 6 barracks, heading back to his estate.
Negai was located just outside Tokyo, along a street of non-descript buildings. The building it was in was unremarkable. Other than the elegant signage above the entry way, it was easy to miss. In a way, Byakuya preferred this, avoiding overly flashy establishments.
He was greeted immediately once he entered, “you must be Kuchiki-san, yes?” A man at the front desk asked, as his colleague, a woman, entered something into the computer.
“Your colleague, Kotetsu-san, informed of us of your visit today.” The woman smiled. “Since this is your first visit with us, we suggested that you should have a 120-minute session today.”
Byakuya nodded, “and do I pay now, or after?” He inquired.
“We can take a deposit now if you prefer or you can pay at the end in case there are additional services you request during your time.”
Byakuya remained silent.
The man quickly dialed a number, “Dear, your client is here. Are you ready?” The man grinned at Byakuya, hanging up the phone. “Let me escort you to your room.”
Byakuya was taken to private change room that connected to the larger room he would be in for the duration of his stay. He was provided a silk bathrobe, to which Byakuya felt was of high quality, and a similar quality towel.
Folding his clothes neatly, Byakuya wrapped the towel around his waist and draped the robe over his shoulders. He opened the door to a beautiful, brightly lit room. He narrowed his eyes though… there was no massage table in sight. Instead, there was a large bed, with sleek furnishings, and another door connected elsewhere.
In the middle of the room, stood you, wrapped in a similar, yet much shorter, silk robe. Byakuya wondered if it even reached the top of your thighs.
“Thank you for your patronage, Kuchiki-sama,” you smiled introducing yourself to Byakuya. “Would you like anything to drink before we begin?”
“Is this not a spa?” Byakuya asked raising his eyebrows, noticing that you were completely nude under your robe. You weren’t modest or shy about that fact.
You looked at him in confusion, “spa? This is a soapland, but I suppose legally it’s considered a ‘health’ establishment…” you murmured, “part of our session today includes a massage, do you want to start with that?” You asked.
Byakuya’s eyes widened, but he remained silent. A soapland, that was what everyone was lamenting about… no wonder the other captains seemed in a relaxed mood afterwards.
He quickly pondered if he should leave… but…
He was already here. He was also a someone who would not turn his back on his word. He didn’t care what Captain Kotetsu thought of him if he did leave but he wondered how “relaxing” this place truly could be to have most of the Gotei 13 as its clientele. He narrowed his eyes slightly at you, but relaxed. You were incredibly attractive; he couldn’t deny that and seemed well-mannered.
You on the other hand, looked at Byakuya expectantly. Your pussy was throbbing with how attractive this man was. His long black hair was styled neatly, his face was incredible handsome, and his chiseled body left little to your imagination. You wanted to lick your lips in anticipation for what was under his towel.
You immediately extended your hand and led him to the room behind the closed door he initially saw. Inside, a similarly decorated bathroom greeted him, with a shower, a hot tub… and what looked like a large, inflatable mat. No massage table in sight.
“Sir, if you could please lie face down on this mat, and I can start on your massage.” You smiled at him, pulling out what he assumed to be various types of oils and lotions.
Byakuya laid down on the mat quietly. You couldn’t help but giggle at the fact that he didn’t remove his towel.
“Kuchiki-sama, do you have a particular scent you prefer?” You asked him.
“Jasmine.” He brusquely replied.
“Ok then, I’m going to start now.” You said cheerily. You loosened your robe and gently kneeled between his body, pouring the jasmine oil over the broad expanse of his back. You started at his shoulders, rubbing the oil into his skin. His initially tense shoulders began to relax as you gently kneaded a particular knot in his back.
Your hands moved further down his back, kneading and massaging other areas, until you reached his towel. You decided to keep it on, but moved to his legs, taking gentle care to massage him. Eventually, once most of his body was covered in oil, you gently laid on top of him, pushing your breasts against his back, peppering kisses along the way.
Byakuya shuddered from the sensation, feeling his cock twitch as you rubbed yourself along his body. He turned his head and saw your robe was on the ground – you were completely nude above him.
“Kuchiki-sama, is it ok if I take your towel off?” You asked politely.
Byakuya didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled it off himself, earning a large grin from you. He laid back down and you continued to massage his back, before reaching under him. Your warm hand wrapped around his somewhat erect cock, as you gently pumped him, kissing his shoulder blades.
“Kuchiki-sama, could you please get on all fours for him?” You whispered into his ear, before kissing it. You could feel Byakuya shudder underneath you. You licked your lips as he managed to stay still, his cock slowly growing in stiffness.
The man was incredibly fit, not an ounce of fat on him… except for his ass. You wondered what he did to obtain such a physique, but it was best not to ask clients what they did. Instead, you picked up a different oil and dripped it along his bottom, squeezing and massage it, before you tenderly spread his cheeks. You heard him take a deep inhale once you began to lick his puckered hole.
Byakuya stifled a groan as the strange, yet pleasant sensation filled his body. One of your hands was holding him steady, while another wrapped around his cock, pumping it in time with your mouth. Soon you began to move, dragging your tongue along his underside before he saw you underneath, wrapping your lips on the head of his erection. You sucked as your hands slid up and down his cock.
You pulled yourself up and giggled. Byakuya turned around and faced you. His cheeks were rosy, his hair clinging to his face while his muscular body was covered in a sheen of sweat and oil. His cock stood tall, your saliva and his pre-cum dripping down his engorged shaft.
“Oh my, Kuchik-sama, you’re more tense than I thought.” You teased. “I have some additional relaxation techniques.”
He narrowed his eyes, “even though you’re the source of my stress?” He replied cooly.
You laughed at his response but led him out of the room and back to the bedroom. “Why don’t you lie down,” you murmured, your fingers moving softly against his chiseled abdomen, “while I correct my mistake.”
Byakuya leaned into the bed as you kissed your way down his body before reaching his weeping cock. You smiled at him as he watched you kiss the base of his erection, your tongue darting out to lick his underside. You slowly made your way back to the tip of his cock, licking away his pre cum while massaging his base. You then lifted your body up, pushing your breasts together, and gently pushed his erection between them.
You smiled at him as his eyes widened, watching his cock piston out of your breasts, pre-cum smearing alongside them. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back from coming. He hated to admit that he was enjoying your skills, but hated how quickly his body fell apart from your touches, so he decided to return the favour…
He reached down and pinched your nipples, rubbing them between his fingers. You let out a low moan as you continued to push yourself up and down on his cock. You let your tongue out trying to taste his cock every time it reached your lips.
But it wasn’t enough for Byakuya. He weaved his hand into your hair and pulled you off from his cock, earning a whine from you.
“You’ll need to ask for permission to continue further.” He rasped; his face defying is words. With his cheeks flushed, Byakuya looked like he was going to cum right there, but he had other plans.
He flipped you over and held your hands above you. His other hand squeezed your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples before they dipped to your pussy.
Byakuya gave a small smirk, feeling how wet you were. He pushed one finger into your wet pussy, while his thumb rubbed against your clit, causing you to arch your back. You moaned loudly as he pushed two more fingers inside you, rapidly thrusting them in you.
He watched your face contort from the pleasure, eyes rolling back as your body began to thrash.
“Oh god, too much!” You screamed, before he felt hot liquid cover his hand. He pulled his fingers out of you and pushed them to your mouth, watching you immediately taste yourself.
Your lips were covered in your juices, and without warning, Byakuya reached down and kissed you. He licked at your lips, then pulled himself away.
“We’re not done yet.” He said softly, as he laid down on the bed. “If I make you orgasm again, I’ll have my way with you.”
You raised your eyebrows, chest heaving from the intense orgasm you had, “and what if I make you cum?”
“You can do what you want with me.” Your pussy began to throb. You adjusted yourself as you sat on his face while you reached for cock. And without warning, Byakuya delved straight to your pussy, his lips immediately sucking on your clit as a finger teased your ass.
You let out a loud moan before stuffing your mouth with his cock, trying to stifle yourself. You felt Byakuya shudder again as you bobbed your head on his cock, trying to ignore the pleasure coursing through your body.
But he was devouring your pussy as if it was the last thing on Earth. You pulled your mouth away and squealed as his tongue lapped at you with such intensity and fervor. You felt your orgasm building up quickly as his tongue pushed into your sopping pussy.
You saw stars, screaming Byakuya’s name as you came over his face. You whimpered as he began to slow down his ministrations, his once intense licks and sucks became gentle and soft until he pulled you away.
“So it seems that I won.” He remarked, inspecting your flushed figure. Your eyes were half-lidded, as your body heaved heavily, trying to compose yourself from the two intense orgasms you just experienced.
But… you wanted more, and you wanted his cock. It was still as stiff as ever, standing tall as Byakuya pushed your legs apart. You immediately circled your pussy, your other hand squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples as you began to whine, “Kuchiki-sama, please.”
Byakuya took a deep inhale as he watched you finger yourself for him, the taste of your pussy still lingering on his lips. He took his cock and slapped the tip on your clit, a moan bubbling out of you. You watched in anticipation as he slowly pushed himself into your pussy. Byakuya hissed at how tight you were, your cunt clenching at his cock as he stretched you out.
He let out a low groan once he was fully inside you, relishing how you gripped his cock tightly. He rolled his hips forward, earning a moan from you.
“Kuchiki-sama, faster,” you moaned, “please!”
“I don’t take,” Byakuya heaved, pulling himself out, “orders from you” as he slammed his cock back in. You screamed as his thrusts were slow, but powerful, your legs shaking as he slammed his cock into you. You could feel every inch of him fill you up, to then suddenly have it gone. Your vision began turning white as the familiar rush of an orgasm was fast approaching.
You arched your back as Byakuya’s hand circled your clit, rubbing it in tandem with his thrusts. You cried out as your orgasm hit you again.
But Byakuya didn’t stop this time. Instead, he began to increase his pace, slamming his cock out of your drooling pussy. The obscene sounds, coupled with his moans and your screams, filled the room.
In the back of your mind, you wondered how lucky you were to be fucked like this. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him in for a kiss as he pounded away at your cunt. You pulled away to let out another cry, your body trembling as another orgasm claimed you.
Byakuya pulled his cock out once you came again and placed his cock on your mouth.
“Finish what you started.” He ordered, tapping his cock across your face. You immediately obliged, tasting your pussy juices all over his thick shaft. You began to drool around him, happily and loudly moaning as you bobbed your head along.
Byakuya nestled his hand into your hair again and gently pulled you off from his cock. His hand immediately stroking his cock, “close your eyes” he panted softly, as you felt hot, thick spurts of his cum land all over your face.
You sighed blissfully. You never really swallowed a client’s cum unless they asked, but you wanted to taste him. Opening your eyes, you looked at him dead on, scooping some of his cooling cum on to your finger and tasting it.
“Delicious, Kuchiki-sama” you beamed, the rest of his cum still covering your face. Byakuya chuckled softly, entranced at the sight. “In return… Let me wash you up and you can be on your way.” Giving him a wink.
Byakuya approached concierge and paid ¥350,000 for his time. He didn’t blink at the cost as he handed over the card he used for when he was in the World of the Living.
“I hope everything was to your liking, Kuchiki-san!” Remarked the woman at the front desk.
“Yes, it was much needed.” He murmured, not delving more into it.
“If you’d like, I can book you again.”
Byakuya closed his eyes in thought. “Yes, I’d like to see her in two weeks.” The receptionist took down his preferred day and time, scheduling him in.
“Thanks again for your patronage!”
Byakuya came back to Seireitei, his short-lived vacation finished. Things were running as normal in Squad 6, with Renji updating him on any pressing issues and concerns he needed to address. Once that was taken care of, Byakuya decided to pay a visit to Captain Kotetsu, bringing her a box of expensive wagashi.
Captain Kotetsu’s face was deeply pink as Byakuya strolled in to her office. No words were spoken as she stared down at the floor.
“Thank you for the recommendation, Captain Kotetsu.” Byakuya said, his voice as even as ever. “This gift is a token of my appreciation.”
Isane laughed out of nerves, immediately thanking him and giving a deep bow. Nothing else was said as Byakuya took his leave.
Isane patted her face, trying not to think of what Byakuya “appreciated.”
Back at the Soapland, you and the receptionist were catching up. “Kuchiki-san seemed to really like your work! You’ve gotten a lot of new clients lately” Your friend beamed, as she typed away appointment reminders.
“He’s very…” a blush appearing on your face, “skilled. I’m definitely glad to see him again.” Your friend laughed at the comment, “honestly I’m really grateful the people I’m seeing know how fuck a woman, you know?” You sighed happily.
The receptionist stopped typing and turned to you, “so who do you think was better?” She pulled up your file, seeing all the names you had for future bookings. “There’s Kotetsu-san, Kenpachi-san, Kyoraku-san… Shihouin-san, Urahara-san… or Kuchiki-san?”
You furrowed your eyebrows in concentration. Putting your hand to your chin, you were deep in thought, “Hm… I would have to say…”
READER IS LIVING HER BEST LIFE AND WE LOVE THAT FOR HER!! Who do you think reader enjoyed the most?! HAHAHAHA
Yeah yeah yeah I wanted to write Byakuya at a Soapland because I think his ass would hate to be caught dead there but he needs to let loose once in a while (and reader is gonna make sure that happens!!)
ANYWAYS ENJOY!!!
TW: angst, mentions of smut, addiction
Kisuke and the reader have a friends with benefits type of deal going on
You never slept well in someone else's bed. Especially not Kisuke's. He always kept his room freezing, making it all the harder for you to sleep through the night. You woke up again and again, shivering, pulling his sheets tighter around yourself, though it was futile.
The sun had just begun to rise when you woke again, still trembling, aches rattling in your hips and core. You shuffled and tossed as gently and quietly as possible, trying to find a more comfortable position to see if you could squeeze in just a little more sleep.
Kisuke stirred next to you, causing you to tense up and freeze. With your back turned, you couldn't see him, but sensed his movement, heard his tired sigh as he sat up and fumbled around for something. Then, there was more weight, more warmth, added to your body as he pulled another layer of blanket over your shivering form.
He breathed another sleepy sigh before stilling once more, so easily whisked back into his slumber. You pulled the new blanket up a little higher, shutting your eyes more contentedly, though you still couldn't drift off so easily, not with your mind already planning out your escape, calculating where your various clothes were scattered and how you were going to put them on and gather your keys as quietly as possible, how you were going to slip out without having to face him, without having to see what he looked like with the early light pouring in through his window.
You could hardly sleep again, not with how loud your mind was and how you wished for the safety of your own bed. You creeped out from under the covers, wincing and freezing when the bed creaked under you. After confirming that Kisuke was still sleeping, you kept moving, tip toeing along the floor as you pulled your panties back up, clipped your bra on, threw your clothes back over your drained figure. You clenched your keys tightly off of his bedside desk, careful not to let them jingle.
It was about to be a success as you headed for the door, ready to slip out into the morning without a trace.
But then he called your name, his voice hoarse with exhaustion, not asking for you, demanding you. You reluctantly turned to face him, laying on his back with his chest exposed, staring at you with an intensity that made your chest burn.
"Why are you always running from me?" Kisuke asked, keeping his voice level, no hint of what emotion hid behind his question.
"I'm not running." You stood like a deer in headlights. You were running, just not fast enough, and now you were going to get hit.
"You're sneaking out," he observed, tucking his hands behind his head. "You always do."
You never expected him to say anything about it. It wasn't the first time you'd been caught, but it was the first time he was calling you out. It made your cheeks burn with embarrassment, to be seen by him in this way. Why now?
"Sorry," was all you could manage.
"I was inside you last night," he reminded you.
"What is this?" You asked him, clutching your keys tighter.
"I'm just curious," he said, his lips pulling into a grin. Just like that, his wall was back up, the easygoing, nonchalant facade. "Go on. I won't hold you up any longer."
Your mind, body, and heart were at war. A sudden wave of sadness pummeled you, and you knew you had to get out quickly. You weren't going to cry in front of him, especially not when he had that stupidly handsome grin on his face.
So you ran without looking back, an emptiness rapidly expanding in your chest. You knew what this was - an addiction, a poison, like any other drug, a bad habit you couldn't quit. You clung to the little joys and pleasures - the names he called you when he was inside of you, the innocent kisses he peppered along your nose and forehead, the demand that you look him in the eye when you took him in your mouth or when he took you in his, the promise, when you came, that you were his. My girl. Mine. You replayed those moments in your head over and over again until they weren't enough, until you needed more again, another dose. And then, like any high, there was always the crash - like right now. Anxiety, sadness, numbness, and the cold. It was always so cold.
When you were in the confines of your car, you sobbed, clutching at your chest, wishing you were anybody but yourself. Maybe if you had just a little more love for yourself, a little more backbone, a little more respect, you wouldn't run. You'd demand affection, you'd demand warmth, and if you didn't receive it, you'd leave and never come back. You'd ask for more blankets instead of shivering violently to the point where you couldn't sleep. Maybe you'd even curl up against him. You'd touch him and let him touch you without it having to be sexual because yes, you were inside me.
I was inside you last night. It was incomplete. Where was the rest of what he wanted to say? I was inside you last night, and now you can hardly look at me? You can't stay longer? You can't even wake me up to tell me goodbye?
It made you cry angry tears now, cycling through the stages of grief all in one morning. How could he expect you not to run? He always noticed how cold you were too late. If only he had pulled you into his embrace instead of turning away, or give you clothing of his to stay warm. If only he had just made it clear that he wanted you to stay, that you weren't a burden or just a body taking up extra space in his bed. You may have been running, but he sure as hell wasn't doing much of anything to chase after you.
You had your own sentence to complete. You were inside me, and now you can't even hold me?! You can't even ask if I'm warm enough?! If I'm okay?!
Alone again, you piled on as many blankets as you wanted. You dried your tears and you caught up on the sleep you missed when you were too afraid of how big your heart was and too afraid that he would hear it beat for him. You ignored the biggest fear of all, that you'd never stop running, that it would always end in this way, with you, alone.
A/N: woke up cold, sore, and not in my own bed this morning + can't stop thinking about Kisuke, and what do ya know, it inspired me to write this !!! i'm a BIG irish exit girly, for better or worse :') (probs worse). i'm also extremely passive and avoidant, all this to say, this is definitely a personal piece. i promise im fine !! im much happier than i used to be, but alas, healing isn't linear and sometimes those bad habits like to creep back in.
to anyone who feels like they're alone, who feels like their heart's too big for this world and their passion too loud, i promise you, you're not alone, and please don't ever stop being the beacon of love and light that you are. take care of yourself. set boundaries. be vulnerable. be LOVE
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He's buying whatever you're selling (no takesies backsies)😏💛
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Food for Thought - Chapter 2: Smells like Aperol Spritz
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
Summary: You often wonder why you feel so alone even when you spend time with other people. An outsider even in a packed room. But a chance work project with Urahara Kisuke provides a strange comfort... so strange that you continue to spend time with him after your project is over.
CW: self-esteem issues, kissing, Urahara being a creep.
Read this chapter on AO3 here.
“My only request is that,” Urahara lowered his voice, bringing his face close to yours, “don’t invite anyone else – I want your undivided attention.”
You gave Urahara a confused look at his remark, “why would I invite other people? My kitchen is so small.”
A brief, yet awkward silence filled the space between you two before Urahara burst into laughter. When was the last time I laughed like this? He wondered to himself as he stopped. “I suppose you have a point.” He gave you a small smile, “so no surprise guests then, Ms. Popular” he teased, followed by a light chuckle.
You smiled fondly at his laugh. You noticed, since spending lunch with Urahara now, that he seemed more relaxed. He always gave a mysterious air around him, almost as if he was assessing everyone he interacted with, even you, but today felt a bit different.
No, I’m just overthinking things. You told yourself. You quickly checked your phone and saw your lunch break was nearing its end. “I’ll have to go now Urahara-san, but hopefully we can chat again tomorrow?” You asked, putting away your lunch.
“Sure,” he replied with a slight grin, “don’t keep me waiting.”
You waved him off as you headed back to your department. Your cheeks felt warm and your heart felt odd.
Sitting in your office chair, you sighed. I have a crush you thought with sadness. Of course you would have a crush on him, he was friendly, funny and intelligent. It didn’t help that he was handsome either. You wanted to reach out to your phone and text him something, anything, to validate your thoughts, until you heard your name.
You looked up to see Rukia there smiling at you, “I missed you at lunch today! Where have you been?” She asked, noticing the shocked and embarrassed look on your face.
“Oh, sorry.” You apologized, “I had lunch with Urahara-san today.”
“You’re not done with that project with him?” She asked, folding her arms. “It’s not like you to delay something like that.”
You shook your head, “oh it’s nothing like that”, you began to fiddle with your fingers, avoiding her gaze, “I appreciate his company so we have lunch together sometimes.”
Rukia clicked her tongue, “ahh, I see. He’s not being weird with you, is he?”
Your eyes widened with surprise, “not at all! He’s quite funny actually.” Rukia narrowed her eyes, but let you continue on, “he’s really insightful. I like talking to him.” You gave her an earnest smile.
Rukia sighed, “alright, but just keep your wits about you, ok?”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “sure, mother.” You said sarcastically. Rukia huffed, but you broke into laughter, “I know you’re concerned, but Urahara-san is quite normal.”
“Well I didn’t come here to talk about him,” she admonished, “I wanted to double check if you were still free for lunch tomorrow, you know the one that Ukitake-san is treating us to?”
“Oh right, thank you for reminding me!” You said, completely shocked that something like that slipped your mind.
“And I’m also here to show you something…” Rukia said, before reaching into her pants pocket, “ta dah!” She held out a pristine, limited edition Chappy keychain in the palm of her hand.
“You managed to find one!?” You gasped, “how?!” As you delicately picked it up with your hand, as if it would crumble with even the gentlest of touches.
Rukia grinned, a satisfied smile on her face, “I managed to win it in a blind box. Lady Luck favours the bold, you know.”
“And no one is as bold as you, Rukia” you chuckled. “But it’s cute, congrats!” You smiled at it, giving it a soft squeeze before handing it back to Rukia.
But before you and Rukia could continue with your conversation, your manager Hiyori peeked her head, giving you two a glare. Rukia gave you a polite smile, leaving you with your work… and your phone’s messaging app open on your texts to Urahara.
I’ll just let him know about tomorrow. It’s the least I can do. You thought to yourself as you began to type.
Kisuke mulled around in his laptop, losing interest in the code in front of him. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of you. Spending time with you, as innocuous as lunch was, left him feeling uncomfortable and anxious. It was an uneasy feeling that he didn’t want to dwell on, but at the same time, he also craved your attention.
Maybe tomorrow he would be firmer in his approach with you. He would test himself. Maybe he was drawn to the physicality of your presence rather than mental chemistry building between you.
The line of code stared back at him while his brain ran through iterations of plans. He’ll have lunch with you tomorrow, maybe he would buy a pre-made lunch and lie that he attempted to make it for dinner. He would have you taste it; you would be amazed and proud, and he would lean in for a kiss.
Yes, that’s what he would do. He would test you to see if you would reciprocate. After all, most people wanted him for something, he would figure out what was your deal anyways.
Kisuke slowly began to type his code, until his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a message from you. His heart quickened, which he just as quickly dismissed. His fingers immediately opened the text you sent, and his heart churned.
You sent an apology about tomorrow’s lunch, something about a director treating your unit. You sent a sad emoji to express your disappointment but then followed it up with “please send me a recipe when you have the time!”
Kisuke leaned into his seat. He was a patient man; he would figure your game out eventually.
Your heart raced as you sent the message off to Urahara. He had read receipts on, so you kept your phone glued to you as you waited for his response.
Why does it matter if he responds or not? I can’t change tomorrow.
But you felt strange, you quickly grabbed your phone and reiterated that the weekend was still on and reminded him to send you a recipe. You saw he read the message, but gave no response. Sighing, you leaned into your seat. It’s fine. It’ll be fine. There’s nothing going on.
Director Ukitake was a kind and generous man. He wanted to keep morale up in the company and occasionally treated units to luncheons. Sometimes they were catered if it was a larger unit, but a smaller division like your own would often be treated to the private section of a restaurant. And today was no exception.
You mingled with your colleagues as you saw in the corner of your eye Rukia talking with Kaien Shiba and Director Ukitake. The three of them seemed closer than you remembered, but you were proud of her. You knew Rukia worked hard to make a name for herself rather than relying on her brother-in-law’s connections. And it seemed that Director Ukitake and Shiba-san recognized her effort too with the way the three of them chatted away about proposals and projects coming.
You, on the other hand, felt slightly removed today. For some reason, you felt like you were miles away from everyone. Your mind wandered to what Urahara-san was doing. I hope he’s having a proper meal. You thought.
It was then your phone chimed, and you saw a reply from him. It was a link to a recipe for chicken and vegetable curry with udon. You couldn’t help but smile at your phone and send a reply, “this will work great! Bring some Tupperware” as you ended the text with a smile emoji.
Again, no response, but you saw the notification that he read your message. You felt a bit sad, but it wasn’t until Hanatarou waved his hand over your phone, that made you aware that you needed to get back to reality.
“Sorry, my brain’s been everywhere but here today.” You smiled sheepishly to Hanatarou.
“It’s alright, I hope it was something good! You seemed a bit sad today.”
You felt guilty for making Hanatarou worry, “no, I’m totally fine. Sometimes you just wake up on the wrong side of the bed, you know?” You laughed it off, trying to show him that you were ok. “Besides, it’s hard to be mad with food this good.”
Hanatarou chuckled, nodding his head in agreement as he watched you bite into your meal.
Maybe it was a good thing, but for the rest of the week, work had been more demanding than normal as of late. Your brain and thoughts were too preoccupied with incoming projects and deliverables, so you didn’t have time to dwell on Urahara-san.
But at the same time, it did hurt a tiny bit that he also didn’t text you either. Yet you tried to remind yourself that there was nothing more from this. He was just an acquaintance, a work friend at best. The two of you got along great, but an hour of conversation, with an occasional 15 minute coffee break, wasn’t really anything special. You kept reminding yourself there was nothing more and nothing less. You were doing him a service by teaching him how to cook… not to get your hopes up.
The debate between your mind and work and your feelings left you feeling exhausted. When the weekend rolled in, all you wanted to do was sleep and relax, completely forgetting that you didn’t tell what time Urahara-san could come by today.
You jolted awake and scrambled for your phone. “It’s been a busy week, but I hope you can still make it!” You texted him, followed by your address. “Let me know how much I owe you for groceries.”
You immediately noticed that he read the message, and just as quickly, he replied with “don’t worry about it.”
Your heart fluttered as you began to clean your home. Should you get drinks? A dessert? Your stomach was in knots at the thought of Urahara-san in your home. You felt jumpy at the slightest of sounds, from the hands ticking away at your clock, to the low humming buzz of your kitchen lights.
I need to relax. There’s nothing to worry or be anxious about. You told yourself repeatedly. You sipped some water when your phone beeped; Urahara had entered your buzzer code.
You felt your heart thump loudly in your ears as you waited for him. You splashed cold water on your face as you tried to relax. You looked over your counter and made sure knives and bowls were ready to prep food, and your stock pot was on the stove ready to be used.
You jolted again at the quick raps at your door. Peeking through the eyehole, you confirmed it was Urahara. You couldn’t help but laugh, was he wearing a bucket hat?
You opened the door and greeted him, surprised by his outfit of choice, a dark green shirt with grey sweats, with a large tote filled with groceries. “Green is a lovely colour on you.” You smiled at him, “I like your hat too!”
“Oh this ol’ thing? Had it for a long time now and it hasn’t let me down yet.” Kisuke chuckled, taking his hat off. “Thanks again for having me.” He smiled at you.
“Of course, it’s my pleasure.” You smiled politely. “Why don’t I take the groceries from you?”
“It’s fine, just lead me the way.” Urahara said as he motioned you forward.
Your kitchen was only a few steps away from your entryway, and as Kisuke placed the groceries on the table, you felt your cheeks warm realizing how large he was in comparison to your small kitchen.
Has he always been this big? You felt flustered, as he washed his hands. You noticed immediately the way his shoulders rolled under his shirt, and the muscles in his arms slightly flexing.
“Why don’t we get started then?” You asked, as you took out the contents of the tote.
“Tell me what to do and we’ll be done in no time.” Kisuke replied, giving you a smirk. You felt your cheeks grow even hotter.
“I think we should cut and marinate the chicken.” You stammered, avoiding his gaze, “everything else will be pretty easy afterwards.” Kisuke nodded. You ushered him to your cutting board as he took out the packaged chicken.
You stood next to him as he began to cut the chicken into bite-sized pieces. You were impressed by his knife skills.
“Are you sure you don’t know how to cook?” You remarked, as you watched him easily debone the chicken leg. “Your knife skills are impeccable.”
Kisuke shrugged his shoulders, “I’ve learned some surgical skills in my line of work.” As he quickly nicked a tendon off a joint, “I guess it’s a type of applied learning?” He tried to joke. But you didn’t laugh. It caught him off guard at how intensely you were watching his hands.
Next you instructed him to peel the potatoes, onions and carrots. The potatoes and carrots were done in relatively no time, but the onions were another story. You weren’t even the one cutting them, yet your eyes watered immediately. But Kisuke was unphased, as he sliced them away.
“What is your secret?” You asked, as you patted your eyes dry.
“My secret? For the onions?” He teased, “aren’t you the teacher? You’re supposed to be giving me tips.” He chuckled, finding it cute when you pouted at him.
“Fine, keep your secrets. I’ll find my own way.” You huffed.
With all the ingredients prepped and ready, you brought Kisuke to the stove and instructed him to turn on the heat to a particular setting. You explained the process and steps needed now, and how quickly it’ll come together. He nodded along, slightly hovering his hand over the pot to feel its heat. Once he thought it was ready, he put the chicken in to sear.
You were calm and patient with him, as he asked questions about certain steps. You were, to his surprise, not flirting with him, not teasing, or trying to seduce him. You were yourself and… he was enjoying it. He loved the way your eyes would look as you calmly explained a cooking technique to him, or why certain ingredients go in at certain times. Your patience was another surprise for him. He was certain the questions he asked would annoy you, but you took them in stride.
“Are you sure you don’t have a boyfriend?” Urahara teased, knowing full well you don’t after he researched you. “I’m sure you’d cook for him like this.”
Your cheeks felt warm again, “no…” you whispered, as you watched him sauté the vegetables. “I would like to though if I had one.” Urahara’s eyes perked up, but he remained collected.
“Well, more for me then.” He laughed, trying to put you at ease.
“I’m surprised you didn’t ask your partner to teach you, Urahara-san.” You replied, gaining the courage to look at him.
Without missing a beat, Kisuke responded with a chuckle. “I don’t have one.” He opened the curry roux box and broke in some pieces as you told him to, “lucky us, right?”
You were surprised by this. Why isn’t someone like him in a relationship? But before you could dwell on the thought further, you instructed him to slowly pour in the chicken stock. Soon your kitchen began to smell of fragrant spices of Japanese curry. Your mouth beginning to water at the thought of dinner soon to come.
“Good job, Urahara-san!” You smiled at him, then placed the lid over the pot. “We can let this simmer away.”
“You can call me Kisuke.” He replied, giving you a slight smile. “I’m in your home, no need for honorifics.” He grinned.
“Oh…” your cheeks might as well be sore with how flushed they were becoming, “if you insist!” You nervously chuckled, “why don’t I make us the udon and a simple salad while you have a seat?”
“Actually, if you could just tell me where the bathroom is, that would be great.”
You turned him around to your hallway and pointed him in its general direction. Kisuke nodded and took off, leaving you with your thoughts for the time being.
Ok, that wasn’t so bad! You realized.
While you were lost in thought, cutting vegetables for the side salad, Kisuke snuck into your bedroom.
It was wrong of him to be here, but he was curious. He was also never one to deny himself from his curiosity. He inspected your room and looked at what held your interests. He already took note of what books lined your shelves and what artwork was placed in your cozy home. Little things that would tell him more about you. He saw on your bed was a laptop. Exactly what he was looking for. He inserted a flash stick into its port and turned on the computer. Maybe your computer would tell him more.
Once his flash drive had run through the code, allowing him remote access on his end, he turned it off and placed it back on your bed. He took another look around your room, a thoughtful look on his face as he inspected everything.
Kisuke already thought you were a curious woman. A woman with many interests judging by the books and art pieces you collected. He looked at your vanity and saw different skincare products laid across, with dainty pieces of jewelry in a small dish.
A dark part of him also wanted to find something else. He pulled a drawer and saw your underwear neatly arranged. An assortment of panties, briefs and thongs. Kisuke couldn’t help but smile at the thought of you in nothing but a thong in the kitchen waiting for him.
Speaking of which, he knew he had to return before you went to get him.
Kisuke made his way back to your kitchen, watching your back as you stirred the pot. He wondered what you were thinking about as you stood there. He crept behind you quietly, before wrapping his arms around you, “it smells delicious.” He whispers into your ear.
You jolt immediately, deeper into his embrace. You were completely caught off guard by his presence, “I didn’t noti—”
With the way your head was angled to look up to him, Kisuke took his chance and pressed his lips against you. Your eyes widened in shock before he pulled away. “My cooking can’t be that bad!” He laughed, seeing the expression on your face before grabbing your wooden spoon out of your hand. He stirred the pot as you reeled in disbelief over what had happened, brushing your fingers across your lips. “And I see you already made the udon and salad.” Kisuke nodded his head approvingly, “thank you.”
You nodded your head, unsure of what to say.
“Why don’t you sit?” Kisuke asked, “these are the bowls we’ll be using, right?” Again, you nodded.
Kisuke prepared your bowl first, placing it right in front of you. He sat next to you at your small table, waiting for you to take the first bite.
You hesitantly picked up a piece of chicken with your chopsticks, blowing off the residual steam from it. You still were unsure of what to say, maybe food in my mouth will make this less awkward. You immediately shoved it into your mouth and your eyes went wide.
“This is delicious! You did a wonderful job” You exclaimed, as you went for another piece.
“Well, I had an amazing teacher.” Kisuke smiled, placing his hand on your thigh. You didn’t recoil at the touch, but your body felt a bit tense.
What should I do? You wondered, trying to understand what was happening. You hesitantly placed your hand on top of his, giving it a squeeze. “Or maybe you’re just an excellent student.”
“My teachers and professors would beg to differ, but I’ll accept your compliment nonetheless.” He chuckled, before eating his share.
The two of you ate in silence. You were too preoccupied with what had happened, and Kisuke was enjoying the look on your face.
“Ura—I mean Kisuke” you murmured, placing your chopsticks into your empty bowl, “why did you do that?”
“Do what?” He smiled.
You stared at him, disbelief washing over your face as your mind began to race even faster. “You kissed me!”
“And?”
“Why?”
“Why not?” He laughed.
“I – we’re not dating”
“So let’s date. I want to keep kissing you.” Kisuke teased, leaning into you.
Your face felt hot once again, “how about we have dessert” you tried to quickly get out of your seat. “I have some ice cream in my fre—”
“I brought a dessert for us to share actually.” Kisuke smiled, going back to his nearly empty tote. “I bought this chocolate cake for us to share.” You were shocked to see the bakery’s name, it was a fairly expensive and highly coveted store that sold limited pastries.
“I always wanted to try one of their cakes!” You remarked.
“Then let’s dig in.” Kisuke smiled, already knowing where you kept your forks. Kisuke opened the box and cut a piece of the cake with his fork, before putting it to your face, “you should have the first bite.”
You were embarrassed but opened your mouth as you ate the piece of cake. Your eyes widened at the rich flavour of the chocolate, and the moist layers of cake.
“It’s that good?” Kisuke smirked, enjoying your reaction. You nodded your head and took a forkful for him, placing it by his mouth.
He closed his eyes and leaned forward, wrapping his lips around the utensil. You couldn’t look away, but felt dirty at what you had just seen. Flustered, you put the fork down, but saw that Kisuke had a smudge of icing near his mouth.
“Oh you got some on you,” you murmured, and out of habit, you reached towards him to wipe it away. But as soon as you held up your hand, Kisuke pulled you into his lap, causing you to shriek… except that it was muffled, with his lips on you once again.
Kisuke’s grip around your hips was firm, as you stilled in his lap. You didn’t know what to do, as you clung on to Kisuke as he pressed his lips against yours. You felt his tongue swipe at your mouth, causing you to gently open your mouth. You tasted the chocolate off his lips, before you pulled away. You took deep breaths as you saw Kisuke’s cheeks grow a tint of pink.
You licked your lips, unsure of what the feeling was coursing through your body. The only thing you knew was that you wanted more. With a jolt of courage, you placed your lips gently on Kisuke’s. Your thoughts were racing, but you didn’t care.
You felt wanted. With Kisuke’s warm hand slipping under your shirt, you also felt needed, and you were just as needy. You pulled away from him to catch your breath. Kisuke’s grey eyes were transfixed on you, staring directly at you with such intensity you had never seen before.
It scared you. And your anxiety crawled its way back into your brain, as you got off his lap.
Laughing nervously, “well this was fun!” You immediately went to grab the bowls and utensils and place them in your sink. “I’ll pack the rest for you to take home.”
Kisuke narrowed his eyes, watching your demeanour shift. You weren’t exactly cold with him, but he sensed a wall that no amount of kissing or flirting would break.
“I’ll help,” Kisuke calmly said, as he went to wash the dishes. “It’s the least I can do.”
“No, you’ve done plenty!” You exclaim, “I can’t make a guest do the dishes.” As you tried to pull him away from the sink, but he was surprisingly strong and sturdy.
Kisuke chuckled as he steady your body, “it’s fine.” He gave a quick peck on your forehead, your face heating up once again, “you having to pack the food away is more than enough.”
“Ok…” you sighed, resigning to portion out the rest of the food.
You ensured Kisuke had everything he brought back in his tote, making sure he didn’t forget anything.
“Thank you for the cake and company tonight.” You murmured, avoiding his gaze.
“And thank you for teaching me how to make curry udon.” Kisuke smiled, “hopefully we can do this again?”
You nodded your head.
“I’ll see ya at work tomorrow then.” Kisuke grinned, his bucket hat covering his eyes, leaving you unsure of what look he was giving you. The two of you waved each other off as he departed down your elevator.
Locking your door, you slumped.
You were so exhausted, and now you had to deal with work tomorrow! At least you didn’t need to worry about lunch.
Thank you for reading!! I want to thank @worldsetfree for beta'ing this chapter for me. The smut is coming soon!!
Food for Thought - Chapter 1: Blini with caviar and crème fraiche
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
Summary: You often wonder why you feel so alone even when you spend time with other people. An outsider even in a packed room. But a chance work project with Urahara Kisuke provides a strange comfort... so strange that you continue to spend time with him after your project is over.
Content warning: Reader is written with self-esteem issues/insecure thoughts, food is a large part of this story. Kisuke will become a yandere in this, he is also promiscuous. This chapter has no smut, but it will become very NSFW soon.
Read on AO3 here.
Chapter 1: Blini with caviar and crème fraiche
“You’re still up for karaoke tonight, right?” Your co-worker Hanatarou asked, as he peered over your cubicle.
You smiled brightly at him, eyes filled with mirth, “of course! I don’t back down from a challenge, especially one from Madarame” you snickered. Hanatarou laughed as he thanked you again for agreeing to come with him to a singing showdown. You knew Hanatarou since you started working at the Senjumaru & Hikifune Diagnostics Company. While you and Hanatarou were new in your roles, you sensed that there was an ongoing rivalry between your department and Madarame Ikkaku’s - the marketing team.
But before you could figure out your song list for the night, your manager, Sarugaki Hiyori shouted for you, “Oi! C’mere quick. I got a new project for you, newbie.”
It had been over two years since you started your job here, but you couldn’t help but laugh at Sarugaki still calling you “newbie”, but the casual behaviour you two shared was something you appreciated in your role.
“I got a new project for you.” Hiyori explained, walking you towards the meeting room. “The higher ups were impressed with how you dealt with the immune checkpoint inhibitors assessment.”
“Thank you, but it was a team effort after all.” You explained, which was true to a degree, but you were the lead analyst on the project.
“Don’t be so modest,” Hiyori scoffed, “anyways they want you to do a review on the prefecture’s medical imaging inventory.”
“I see, but that’s not my area of expertise, wouldn’t Akon or Nemu be better fits?” You asked, knowing that their team, led by Kurotsuchi Mayuri, were the health technology team.
“In all other cases, yes, but they turned down this project.” Hiyori huffed, entering the empty meeting room. “They said some bullshit about other projects of theirs being of higher priority.”
Well, that’s fair you thought, but Hiyori’s face looked like she didn’t buy it. “From the look on your face, you don’t think it’s true.” You laughed as she clenched her notebook.
“It’s because they don’t want to work with the consultant tied to the project.” Hiyori explained, her scowl growing deeper. “Not like I want him to work with you either.”
“I’ve worked with frustrating consultants in the past, Sarugaki-san.”
“I know, I know” Hiyori sighed, looking dejectedly at the window. “This guy’s annoying, and frankly, just plain weird.” She admitted. “I worked with him for a short while, he wasn’t completely a bad guy then. He just gets on my nerves.” She explained, honestly.
“Well, if you were able to tolerate him, then it should be fine.” You said, wondering what type of person would not only upset Hiyori (who was already quick to anger) and Kurotsuchi-san (who was already easy to annoy). You figured this person must have been normal to some degree, since the two people who have worked with him were a bit odd in their own ways.
Your manager explained in more detail the work you’d be doing and the finer technical details of the expectations senior management had for you. “The consultant is an expert in this field, which is why he’ll be assisting you on this. Apparently, he used to work for the national health board way back when.” Hiyori explained, as you diligently took notes.
“Anyways, that’s about it. I sent him a meeting invite to this board room in 5 minutes. I’ll email you everything we shared for your records. I gotta bounce, but send me a message if anything comes up.” Hiyori waved you goodbye as you sat alone in the room.
You checked your phone, scrolling through your calendar for the week. You were relatively social at work, with colleagues sending you invites to things to see, do and eat. You didn’t see the harm in participating, and you weren’t much for drinking to begin with, so you made sure your colleagues got home safe. Either way, you were appreciative of them inviting you out.
Five minutes turned to ten, and still no show of this infamous consultant.
You continued scrolling through your phone, going through your social media accounts. Acquaintances from school and previous jobs, were sharing engagements, wedding photos and many other milestones. You couldn’t help but smile sadly, with cold, belittling words ringing through your head.
This stuff isn’t meant for me anyways. You thought, as you continued to scroll through your feed.
It wasn’t until you saw the time, that almost half an hour had passed. You began to type a message to Hiyori about the no-show consultant, until he barged through the door.
Pale, disheveled blonde hair, and what you assume a white button down and a poorly tied dark green tie around his neck under a brown sweater, paired with dark grey slacks.
He immediately grabbed your hand and gave you an intense handshake. The suddenness threw you off and confusion was evident across your face.
“Ah, sorry about that! I’m Urahara Kisuke the technology consultant, and I suppose you’re the analyst I’m working with?” Urahara-san asked.
You nodded your head, while you flexed your poor hand that was caught off guard by his tight handshake. You introduced yourself and offered him a seat next to you. The two of you went over the technical details and scheduled to meet again tomorrow before your lunch break. Your phone began to buzz as your coworkers and friends began to barrage you with texts.
“My my, you really are popular.” Urahara teased, as he stared at your phone with curious eyes.
You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed from his comment, “no, not really” you explained, “I agreed to karaoke tonight, that’s all!”
Urahara gave you a soft smile, “that must be nice. Karaoke sounds wonderful. Have a great time.” You thanked him for his time today and rushed off to your coworkers.
He wasn’t so bad. You thought, as your coworkers waved at you near the elevators. You told them to wait for you in the lobby as you grabbed your belongings, unaware that Urahara was watching you from the hallway.
The karaoke bar was lively. Drinks were ordered, snacks were shared and laughter erupting from your private booth. You smiled at your friends who sung along badly to old pop hits, and laughed as they sang dramatic renditions of tearful ballads. You sang along, clapping with them, until you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder.
“I heard you met Urahara Kisuke today.” Rukia quietly whispered.
You stopped clapping and turned to face her as the rest of the room kept singing along.
“Oh yes I did Kuchiki-san! He was quite polite and knowledgeable. He really knows his stuff.”
Rukia gave you a puzzled expression, “really? I heard he’s kind of shady.”
“It’s funny you say that, my manager said that as well, and she mentioned Kurotsuchi-san saying something similar.” Rukia’s face turned to one of concern, “but I’m going to be meeting with him for the rest of the month, so I’ll tell you if anything interesting comes up.” You laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
“Ok, but just be careful. I heard from Rangiku at Payroll that they weren’t able to fire him because he has deep connections to some of the executives.”
That surprised you. The company itself was old, nearing 50 years (or so they say). You didn’t know much about Urahara Kisuke as his field of work was different from yours. You made a mental note to look into him later tonight. “What was it that made them consider firing him?” You were curious to know why everyone you’ve spoken to about him, had such poor opinions of the man.
“I’m not sure, I heard he was doing insider trading?”
“Really!?” You exclaimed, “wouldn’t the cops be involved then?” Pointing out the discrepancy within the rumour.
“Oh… yeah..” Rukia was stumped, “I’ll ask Rangiku next time I see her then. Maybe she doesn’t know either.”
“Or maybe it’s just a baseless rumour?”
Rukia gave you a look of uncertainty, “just be careful around him, ok? Rumours start from somewhere you know…”
You laughed her comment off and treated her to favourite snack. You were left with an uncomfortable feeling the rest of the night and excused yourself to leave early.
At home, you looked into Urahara Kisuke. Several of his papers came up, all of them focused on some aspect of biomedical engineering. You saw a Kurotsuchi-san’s name come up frequently as a collaborating author, and another person, “Aizen Sosuke” come up. You ran a quick search on him and saw he was working as a professor in the top university in the country. Nothing else came up in your search though, which left you more questions than answers.
You always tried to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, and Urahara-san was no different, maybe it’s just a baseless rumour after all. Whatever the case may be, work was work, and you resigned yourself to be professional and complete the project to the best of your abilities.
You had meal prepped your lunch for tomorrow then prepared for bed. You still couldn’t shake off everyone’s comments today, so you hoped sleep would wash the thoughts away.
It had been several weeks now of meeting with Urahara-san. Your time with him made you doubt the comments made by your colleagues and friends when you first started the project. Now it was nearing the end of it, and if anything, if someone were to ask you to describe “Urahara Kisuke”, you would say he was a “curious, yet brilliant man who tries to be funny.” You laughed at yourself when you remembered the terrible “jokes” Urahara-san made, but he was certainly an interesting person.
Today was your last meeting with him though, and a small part of you was sad. You liked spending time with him. You watched him skim your report on the laptop screen with an intense focus, typing in tracked changes sparsely in between.
“I’m impressed!” Urahara said to you, “you really nailed this review. I know the execs will love it.”
You smiled at his compliment, “I’m flattered, Urahara-san, but it’s your vast knowledge that really helped me. I wouldn’t have even known to look in the formulary database and disability policies!” You said, shaking your head.
“They really are right about you.” Urahara remarked in a serious tone.
You looked at him with curiosity.
Urahara chuckled and in a teasing tone, “that you’re incredibly studious and hardworking! I barely did anything.”
“Well I have to say people are wrong about you.” You beamed at him, “people were telling me all sorts of rumours about you, and to be cautious.”
Urahara raised his eyebrows, but let you continue on.
“But you’re actually quite friendly and diligent.” You give an awkward laugh, “and I’ll miss working with you.”
Urahara looked surprised. He had never heard that before. Most people found him, in some ways, too difficult to work with. His unorthodox approach to analyzing and finding results, and dubious ethics, made finding people to work with slim to none. Yet here you are.
They really are right about you. He thought to himself. It bothered him, to some degree. Initially he wondered what angle you would be playing at while working with him. Would you fish him for gossip? Would you be a bother and ask about his past research? An annoyance who wanted access to his connections, his work?
No, none of that came up. You approached him with sincerity and kindness, something he wasn’t dealt with in his years of working as a researcher.
“Urahara-san, if you have some time,” you ask, your face growing warm, “would you care to join me for lunch?” To say he was startled was an understatement, but he accepted.
“Is that all you’re going to eat, Urahara-san?” You ask, noticing his canned coffee and prepackaged rice ball.
“Oh this,” Urahara laughed, “I had a hearty breakfast, so I wanted a light lunch.” He lied to you, while wearing a large grin on his face.
“If you want, you can have some of my food.” You offered to him. “I don’t think that’ll last you through the afternoon.” You gave him a sheepish smile.
Urahara’s eyes widened, but he chuckled, waving you off. But you were full of surprises, you pushed forward your lunch to him, “why don’t you have some of mine?” Your face grew hot as you began to ramble, “I know I may not look it, but I’m a pretty decent cook.”
He was hesitant, but the earnest tone in your voice, and the way you avoided his eyes told him enough. He picked up the utensil and took some food for himself.
Urahara’s eyes widened but quickly shifted. “My, you certainly know your way around the kitchen!” He joked, a slight smile on his face as he noticed the way your eyes avoided him, but the pleased smile on your face.
It felt unusual to him, to enjoy someone’s company like this, it put him on guard. He would listen to you talk, watch your reactions, and try to rationalize what you wanted out of him. But before he could make a definitive conclusion, your lunch break was over.
“Thank you for spending your lunch break with me, Urahara-san.” You said softly, “if you’re free the rest of the week, I’d like to do this again.”
His mind raced, maybe you were interested in something more personal from him, his under-the-table work, maybe you were sent by Kurotsuchi or the higher ups to investigate him.
But a small part of his brain knew that wasn’t right, he’d have to get to the bottom of this. “Yes, I’d love that.” He gave you a smile.
Two weeks had gone by where, for the most part, you and Urahara had lunch together at work. You were dismayed by his lack of lunches some days. He would say he was too busy to prepare something, or having a larger breakfast made his appetite quite small. But you had your suspicions.
“Urahara-san, what’s your favourite meal to cook?”
Urahara made an exaggerated sigh and cupped his chin, “why lately, it’s been what you’ve shared with me at lunch.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, “I’m serious! I’d love to know what you make. I want to try new recipes.” You gave him a sincere smile.
It’s what bothered Urahara about you, you were too sincere, too earnest with someone like him. He suspected you didn’t know the actual rumours surrounding him, and a part of him hopes you never do. His heart, much to his dismay, would flutter seeing you smile, seeing your eyes light up. He would watch, as he wandered around the company’s different units, how you interacted with other coworkers and colleagues. You were polite and friendly. So… disarming.
Urahara let out a sigh, it would be so easy to let you go if you were only spending time with him for nefarious reasons. He wouldn’t have had any qualms about leaving you high and dry. But even on the weekends, he would send you a short text, something about how your weekend was going.
A small part of him was growing jealous at how you would hang out with some of your coworkers after work. Your social circle seemed so large compared to him… but he wanted to be at the centre.
“I don’t have one. I can’t say I’ve cooked much for myself.” Urahara murmured, scratching his head.
You looked at him with shocked eyes, “no way! Not even scrambled eggs?”
Urahara let out a laugh, “ok, maybe one.” He looked at your now empty bento that he had nibbled on, “if you have the time…”
You looked at him with such an eager expression, the knot in his stomach tightened, as he tried to ignore the thudding of his heart. He wouldn’t act on feelings; this was a plan to let you slip up what your real reasons were to spend time with him.
“Would you teach me how to cook?”
And as he suspected as much, and denying his own relief from your words, you agreed. “Why don’t you pick a recipe you want to try and you can come over to my house on Sunday?”
“Sure,” Urahara said, his brain already laying down plans to ensnare you, “but won’t your boyfriend mind if I come over?” He asked, with a hesitant look on his face.
“If I did have one, maybe!” You laughed, “You don’t have to worry about that, trust me.” You looked away from him, a sad look on your face. Urahara narrowed his eyes, but before he could ask more, your smile was back, “just let me know what ingredients to buy.”
“Don’t worry about that.” Urahara said, “I’ll bring the ingredients. It’s the least I can do since you’re offering your kitchen.”
“Oh alright! Thank you for going through the trouble.” You smiled, “let me know how much it is and we can split the bill.” Urahara laughed at your comment, you really were so honest.
“No, it’s on me. Especially after feeding me lunch these past few weeks.”
You let an awkward laugh, before avoiding his gaze. “My only request is that,” Urahara lowered his voice, bring his face close to yours, “don’t invite anyone else – I want your undivided attention.”
THANKS FOR READING MY FIRST CHAPTER!!
I've already have drafted over 5 chapters for this story and I have an ending in mind for it too. As a personal goal, I want to complete this, so I hope you join me along for this ride!
It's okay for Grimmjow to poke fun at you and make jokes, it's all in good spirit after all. You both knew he never really meant the things he said, but let him catch someone else degrading you…
You weren’t planning on telling him how upset you were that someone had insulted your intelligence, their harsh words repeating over and over in your head, tormenting you. But he knew you too well, knew there was something wrong when you ignored him, attempting to flee, your eyes red and puffy from crying. He wouldn’t let you get away so easily.
“What’s wrong with you?” He demanded to know roughly. “Why are you acting wimpier than usual?”
You were about to tell him to leave you alone and go away when you caught a flicker of concern in his glacial eyes. Maybe it was all in your head, but in your vulnerable state, you crumbled before him, whining and whimpering to him about the person who hurt your feelings.
Under normal circumstances, he'd tease you about being a crybaby and tell you to grow up, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything of the sort this time. Jaw clenched and fists balled, he barked at you to stop crying, assuring you, "I'll take care of it."
"What?" Your eyes widened. "What are you going to do?"
"Don't worry about it." He was already stalking away, a menacing gleam in his eyes.
After that, the person who had been so cruel to you seemed to avoid you, scurrying away each time you neared with fear in their eyes. You weren’t entirely clueless when it came to Grimmjow’s violent nature, so you didn’t have much trouble imagining what he could have possibly done to them. You didn’t fully condone it, but you weren’t going to complain either. Obviously, whatever he had done worked in your favor.
The next time you saw him, you shared your gratitude. "I'm not sure what you did, but thank you."
“Yeah, whatever. You’re welcome,” he huffed, pink rising to his cheeks. You didn’t expect him to say any more on the matter, but then, “if someone ever says shit to you again, you come get me,” he ordered, avoiding your eyes.
An excited grin spread on your face. Feeling brave, with his cheek turned towards you, you seized the moment, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his warm skin. “Thanks again, hothead.”
He was about to snap at you for touching him without his permission, spinning around to face you with glaring eyes, that is, until he saw your adorable, stupid smile. He turned back away instead, his cheeks growing impossibly hotter.
My confession... someone tell Shinji to fuck me in front of the bathroom mirror already😫
nsfw. Smut. Not sure if you read this post but i got you 🩷
“Ye like that don't ya? Watchin’ yer greedy pussy swallow my cock? Hmmm?”, he hummed behind you, barely able to keep his own composure. It was damn hot to have a front row seat to his own fucking session. Shinji knew best how the visuals can mess with your head because he was pretty close to creaming your hole.
You let out some incoherent nonsense, unable to respond between your cascade of orgasms. Watching yourself getting fucked senselessly had you overstimulated to the point of no return.
“What was that, doll? Want a better view?”. And with that ‘misunderstanding’—he grabbed you by the thighs, lifted you off the floor and pulled your legs apart. He continued to hump you from behind, like an animal, balls slapping hard against your cheeks.
“Fuck doll. I needa cum. Too sexy”. He succumb to his own reflection and began shooting his seed.
Lush ribbons of cream filled your holes like an eclair, the excess stuffing spilled out from around the circumference of his girth. He held you close against his chest, warm sweaty bodies sticking together while cum continued to drip from where you two were connected.
“Shit. Babe. I know ya too fucked out but wanna try this again? Upside down this time?”
Shinji didn't last 5 minutes against gravity.
oh gosh, I have a really cool ask. what about the bleach reacting to you getting drunk and not recognising them as your boyfriend, and you're all like 'my boyfriend is hot and handsome and would kick your ass.'
A/N: I always loved these drunk imagines. They’re the cutest.
Super entertained by your drunken rambling and smirking as they played along or teased you gently. They’d find it cute that you were bragging about them without realising it was them. “Oh yeah? Think he could really take me? Well, I think I’m way more handsome and hotter than your boyfriend.” while guiding you home with a chuckle. They just love playing along to hear you praise them more.
— Shunsui, Grimmjow, Kisuke, Gin, Shinji, Bazz-B, Askin, Kenpachi, Ichigo, Renji, Yhwach
They’d quietly guide you back, unfazed by your nonsense. Maybe a small smile would tug at their lips, but they wouldn’t engage much beyond making sure you were safe and comfortable, while rolling their eyes or softly chuckling at the praises, unbeknownst, towards them. They’d let you talk, just gently steering you along until you sobered up.
— Jushiro, Uryu, Starrk, Ulquiorra, Ryuken, Jugram, Aizen
They’d look mildly annoyed that you didn’t recognise it was they you were speaking about while attempting to threaten them with their own description. They’d keep helping you, but with exasperation, like, “Please wake up and realise that it’s me and not your better version of me” or “stop trying to moke my stance, I do not pose like that when fighting”. They might grumble about it for now, but taunt you when you are sober.
— Kira, Toshiro, Byakuya, Hisagi
hi ♡
can I aske about the bleach men reacting to their s/o getting into a fight for them and winning. probably some idiot was badmouthing the bleach men and their s/o 'handled' everything.
thanks in advance ♡
A/N: Oh gosh, this would be a sight to behold. Most of them would be cheering you on lol.
Visibly entertained and turned on by your boldness. Highly smug as they watched you win. They’d tease you playfully afterward, maybe telling you things like, “Didn’t know you were that feisty” or “You looked hot doing that.” They're proud, definitely turned on, and probably already planning a reward for you later.
— Shunsui, Grimmjow, Askin, Kisuke, Bazz-B, Shinji, Kenpachi, Renji
They wouldn’t make a huge show of it, but you’d see the pride in their eyes. A small smile, maybe a nod, and later they’d let you know how much they appreciated you standing up for them—even if they usually handle things themselves.
— Starrk, Ichigo, Kira, Hisagi
They’d be proud you won, but lowkey irritated that you had to step in at all. Expect a lecture about not risking yourself—even if you clearly handled it. Their protectiveness flares up when it comes to you, even if they secretly enjoyed watching you fight.
— Toshiro, Uryu, Byakuya, Ryuken, Jushiro
They’d be delighted in their own way, smirking like the bastard just got what they deserved. They’d see it as you defending what’s theirs—or rather, who is theirs. Expect a quiet intensity, maybe a hand on your back or a whisper in your ear, telling you how well you did—and how they’ll be showing you their appreciation later.
— Yhwach, Jugram, Aizen, Ulquiorra, Gin
HOW AM I JUST NOW SEEING THIS ?!?!
Only the sweetest of strawberries for my birthday boy❤️🥹 I love him so much look how happy he is!
Find the shirtless version below🥰
my sinful bleach confession is that selfishly / self indulgently because i am submissive, soft dom Shinji lives in my head rent free
Nsfw. Smut. ;)
Shinji watched you nestled between his legs under the desk and try to take him in your mouth. You had done it several times before but it just wouldn’t feel right without his guidance.
He pulled out his cock from your nervous mouth and placed his hand on your head, teasingly ruffling your hair.
“Let me help ya. Open yer sweet mouth, doll”, he encouraged, slipping two fingers inside your wet cavern. “Now suck baby doll. Suck it like ya suck those candies”. And you did just that. Slurping and sucking sounds came from beneath the table. Soon he added a third to stretch out your lips. “Make a seal with those pretty lips. Good girl!”
And you were ready.
The head of his fat cock sat against your sealed lips that were glistening with your spit. “Kiss ‘em”.
And you planted a tender smooch— on the tip and around the circumference of the mushroom shaped head and all the way down his shaft and back up again.
“Good job, doll. Show much how much ya love my cock baby”, he gave you that wide grin.
This time you swallowed him whole, using your sealed lips to suck him good. Slurping and sucking, moaning and groaning, choking and gagging. You didn’t care. He played with your hair.
“Shinji about to unload. You ready sweetheart?”
You give him a nod, your mouth fully stuffed, his hand behind your head guided you through his release.
“You can spit it out doll”. He gave you a chance. But you swallowed his load and opened your mouth to let him know.
“Come here ya”, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you on top of his lap. He kissed you on the lips, tasting his own seed. “Good girl. Now stand up on the desk and spread those legs fer me. Lemme see how wet you got after swallowing my cum”.
aizen & heavy making out in public but he’s teasing you a little too boldly and you have to run to the nearest private place so you can tear each others clothes off. against the wall or closet is good
How about…
nsfw. Smut.
Both standing in the middle of the meeting room that had an open door concept, their lips speaking a different language.
You are wet from just grinding your body against his and kissing his soft lips.
What truly stirs you is the lingering taste of jasmine on his lips, the subtle scent of candle wax woven into his clothes, and the delicate perfume he wears just to draw you closer.
Your heart is hammering against your chest. His perfect hands start off innocent— caressing your arm and playing with your hair while kissing you guilt free. As the kiss deepens, so does his desires. Now his hands are all over your waist, belly and slowly creeping up your thighs.
“Sosuke. Not here. Not now”, you break the kiss to remind him before he gets carried away. He has a meeting in a few minutes and he would need more than a minute once he got started with you.
“I can do it anywhere and anytime”, he whispered in your ears, reminding you of your place. It sent a chill of a shiver down your spine, his authoritative voice got you weak in the knees.
“Sosuke”, you bit your lower lip— his hard clothed erection now grinding against the fabric of your panties and teasing your clit.
He was already leaking pre in his pants and did not want to create a mess. He rather make the mess inside you and have you hold it in for the entire duration of the meeting.
Dragging you off your feet with lips still locked, he carries you to the darkest corner of the room and pins you against the wall. He pulls your clothes off and you do the same, his cock desperately seeking shelter within your warm walls.
Up against the wall, he took you raw. Doors were open wide, the attendees were soon to trickle in.
bleach confession!!! lately all ive been able to think about is Shunsui Kyoraku and how turned on he would get by edging his lover to the point of tears/begging….
nsfw. Smut.
“Why all the tears, my petal?”, he asked, his voice soft but actions cruel!
For the fourth time he denied you an orgasm. His dick was sliding in and out of your crying cunt at a tortuously slow pace— your insides desperately trying to grasp onto his mean cock, begging to keep going.
He could tell when you were about to release your sweet juices all over his cock and would purposely slow down to the point of abandonment.
He knew he was in deep shit once this was all done.
Yet it was sweet to see his precious flower begging in tears.
“Don’t stop, please Shunsui! Please fuck me! Don’t slow down! Shunsui! Please let me cum!!” You begged when his hips stopped moving once more— your pussy fluttering and your body at the brink of convulsing only for it to all come crashing down.
He reached forward to brush away your tears of frustration and dissatisfaction— his thumb gently gliding across your wet cheeks.
“Don’t worry petal. We got all night ahead of us. So don’t get impatient”, he explained, his warm breath tickling your sensitive skin. He leaned forward to whisper- “I’ll make my sweet flower cum so much she will beg me to stop”.
And with that promise, he played a new game.
confession: the thought of aizen being extremely needy in the morning makes my loins froth
nsfw.
He quietly pushes your panties to the side and presses the tip of his leaky morning wood against your folds. Just the smooth head slips in but it has you stir in your sleep and push away— sliding him back out and turning away with your back against him.
He gives you a moment to settle back into your slumber before spooning you from behind. He tries again and this time it was a successful invasion.
You finally feel something slip inside your walls and your eyes snap open in shock. The tender kisses along your bare arms soothe your racing heart.
“Good morning dear”, he whispers while giving you another minute before he began moving his hips.
“Sosuke! My love. It’s very early”, you moaned, both in annoyance and in pleasure.
“Love is not bound to time, my dear”, he replied while picking up the pace from behind.
“Sosuke. Let me have another hour of rest. I’m very tired”, you begged, but your begging was not convincing enough.
“And I have grown tired waiting for you. Let me have what is mine”. He was not going to let you sleep until he came inside you twice.
And once he did fill you up, you became restless instead.
“Another round my dear?”, he suggested, his cock already halfway there.
Main Event Post.
June 22 is Alternate Universe.
Here is some list of prompts.
Pick your own. Have someone pick for you. Use a random generator and see what you get!!!
Have fun! Can’t wait to see what you come up with!
Happy belated birthday Shinji!
Had this idea running for a while, and decided to share it for his birthday! I’ve been obsessed with Severance and it gave me an idea. You don’t have to have watched Severance for this one-shot. Also Kubo acknowledged the inconsistent timeline with jazz and TBTP arc lmao, so I’m not gonna fix it either.
Summary: Shinji learns, in real time, how much music brings people together, time and time again.
CW: Angst, mild horror, time skipping, but it has a happy ending. SFW!
Word count: 4570
For what it was worth, Shinji dreaded most of the bureaucratic duties he was tasked with since becoming captain. He didn’t quite see himself as a leader, but oddly enough, it felt natural to command the Fifth Division. There were times where he wondered if he was doing what was right, what was necessary for his squad, but those doubts left as fast as they came. He never liked to entertain any unnecessary thoughts.
But it didn’t help that Sakanade was gleeful about Lieutenant Aizen. It left Shinji uneasy around his subordinate. An immediate repulsion that someone his zanpakuto resonated with made Shinji wary.
But there were perks to being a captain, he couldn’t deny that. One such perk was visiting the World of the Living more freely. Soul Society is, understandably, too militaristic for his liking. The breath of fresh air amongst living mortals was a one Shinji readily accepted.
He envied their exploration in the arts. It was something him and Captain Otoribashi bonded over. Living mortals were incredibly creative in their short lifespans, music, visual arts, storytelling, all of it left Shinji wanting more.
It had been a few years since Shinji’s last visit. One he was looking forward to. He wondered what new things humans discovered and shared amongst themselves.
Shinji’s gigai was as stiff as ever, as he trudged down the bustling streets. He cranked his neck from time to time, scoffing at the rigidness of the artificial body, “they need to get better at makin’ these” he grumbled.
But his sour mood wouldn’t stay for long. Springtime was in full bloom in the World of the Living, as trees were dotted with buds and blossoms, signs of warmer weather to come. He took his time exploring the city. There were new art trends, galleries to visit and clothing stores to shop at. And his new Captain income was certainly another perk in coming here.
Yet he didn’t buy much at this visit, not many things caught his eye, but as he walked towards the area of where his Senkaimon gate was, he heard music playing in an innocuous-looking store.
“Sure, why the hell not.” Shinji mumbled.
He stepped into the group of people as he tried to make his way through the front of whatever they were circled around. The music grew louder and louder the closer he approached.
In the centre of the throngs of people, stood some kind of device, it was spinning something, with a horn-like object playing music from it. “What the hell is it?”
“It’s a phonograph!” You chirped up. Shinji looked at you, but you were enthralled in the device, your eyes sparkling with wonder and enjoyment.
You seemed… friendly and you seemed to know what it was about. He scooted his way over to you as more people piled in his spot. He had questions he needed answering.
“So how does it work?” He asks, standing right next to you.
You jumped at the sound of his voice, to which he chuckled. “Oh,” you sheepishly said, “gimme a moment and I’ll get back to you.”
Shinji stood there, listening to the music, and watching you. He didn’t quite… care for the music, it sounded like a western military band for his tastes, but he enjoyed the reactions you gave to it. Well, not to the music…
As Shinji watched you from the corner of his eye, he could see your eyes dart around the device. The music was secondary, it was the device itself that you were starstruck by. He wasn’t sure how long the two of you stood there for, but he realize, the song had started again.
“Hey, so how about my question earlier?” He mumbled.
You looked at him with surprise, “I didn’t think you’d still be here!” And now you felt guilty. You took a glance at the phonograph, then back at Shinji. Maybe it’ll be quick and you can come back inside?
So you pulled him out of the shop. Dusk was settling into the streets, with the faint hum of cicadas fading away.
“You asked me how it works, right?” You asked him, finally getting a look at him. You had never seen this man before. He looked a bit unusual to you with his long blonde hair, and his straight, yet white, teeth.
“Yeah, you knew what it was.” Shinji explained, wondering if he was wasting his time.
“So that was a phonograph, the first of its kind!” You exclaimed. “That disc you saw, that was going round and round,” you twirled your fingers in the air, “has vibrations recorded on to it.” Your eyes were sparkling again, and with the glow of dusk behind you, Shinji had to admit you were pretty cute. “Those vibrations are music!”
“Wow, how do you know about this?” He asked, giving her a look.
You looked embarrassed, flustered even, “I’m a maid at the inventor’s house,” you looked at the ground.
Ah right, Shinji surmised. The few drawbacks of the World of the Living, the sorry state of women’s education.
“Well ya did a good job explaining it to me.” He ruffled your head, “you did your boss proud.”
You blushed at the compliment, “thank you!”
“I’m Shinji by the way.”
You introduced yourself as well, as you began to relax around the man. He had more technical questions about the device, and you hoped you could answer them as well as your boss explained to you.
Night was drawing near, and so was your hunger. Your stomach grumbled loudly, leaving you embarrassed.
“Hey, I took up a lot of yer time today.” Shinji drawled, “I’ll treat you to dinner, least I can do.” He shrug his shoulder, “I’m new here though, so take me to a place ya like.”
“Oh, ok!” That would explain the foreign air the man, Shinji, gave off. His accent was oddly charming. The two of you strolled down the street, enjoying the light conversation and the fading sound of the phonograph.
Shinji, the mysterious man of your youth, made frequent visits to you once he found out your days off or when your shift ended. It embarrassed you at first, for him to see you in your maid uniform, but he would give his Cheshire grin and say you looked cute regardless.
Hand in hand, the two of you would walk across the city, as you instilled in him a love for music. So much so, you would sing for him. At first, you were embarrassed, but Shinji was enamoured. You wrote lyrics to the music that the phonograph would play and eventually sang them to Shinji. “I’ll always be your number one fan, babe.” He would chuckle, kissing you on the lips.
Tonight though, you told him that your boss hoped that his invention would bring people together.
“I think he did that, eh?” Shinji chuckled, squeezing your hand.
You smiled, squeezing his hand in return, “he did, but –”
“But?”
“I hope this means we hear more and different kinds of music.” You murmured, as the two of you listened to the phonograph in store.
“Like what?”
“Oh, I don’t know, but this gives people something to think about, you know?” You said softly, wondering what kind of music, sounds, noises, people would record. “I just think it’s exciting.”
Shinji couldn’t help but smile at your thought, “yeah, yer right about that. And that means I can hear you sing more and more.” You blushed as you shoved Shinji away, his laughter filling your ears.
Shinji decided to buy a phonograph for you (and for him). A gift from him you could hold on to when Soul Society was too demanding of him, and he couldn’t see you. His heart fluttered as you cried at his gift, shocked that he would buy something so expensive for someone like you. You wrote a particular song for him that night, a song to show your appreciation and love for him.
But you were special to him – special in a way he couldn’t say. Unlike you, his words bubbled up in his throat, to only pop and vanish once he opened his mouth. He could only hug and kiss you. Physically showing his sincerity for you.
But maybe, his gift was too much for you.
Shinji stared at the barricaded apartment – he had only been gone a few days. But in that small window of time, someone had broken into your home and murdered you, stealing the phonograph in the process.
Human lives… were short… but this was cruel.
Music filled Shinji’s office in the Squad 5 barracks. He fixed his bangs in the mirror. Sometimes, he could hear your voice, song and laughter, as if teasing him about how transfixed he was on his hair.
He made his record player louder.
How many years had it been since your murder? 20 years? 40 years? It bothered Shinji that he continued to grow and “live” (or live as well as any Shinigami could), while you were becoming a distant memory, one he dreaded losing to time.
Some days, like today, he wondered if it was worth exploring Rukongai for you. “But that’s like finding a needle in a hay stack,” he mumbled, lowering the volume of his music.
“Finding what, Captain?” Lieutenant Aizen asked, appearing at the door of Shinji’s office.
It grated Shinji to no end how his lieutenant appeared at such convenient times, as if he was trying to catch Shinji off guard.
Might as well give this dog a bone Shinji thought to himself, wondering what motive Aizen was playing at.
“Can ya get me the records of the souls that entered in the past 50 years?”
Aizen gave a confused look, “what for, sir?”
“I got a bone to pick with a human – they owe me something.”
“I see…” Aizen said, disbelief covering his face, “I’ll get on that.”
“Ya better, now get outta here Sosuke, got a Captain’s meeting comin’” He shooed Aizen away, wondering if the lieutenant would be a nuisance somehow.
As much grief as Shinji and Sosuke gave each other, Shinji hated to admit that the man did do his work diligently. After the captains’ meeting, Shinji was greeted with a stack of entries of all new souls that had entered in the past 50 years or so.
Soul Society, for all its bureaucracy and idiosyncrasies, collected information on souls that were entering, documenting their age, and if possible, their “category” of death. Shinji waded through the papers, scanning and skimming to find your name amongst the thousands that have passed.
He started with the oldest entries. He knew Sosuke would get overtly suspicious if he asked him for files from a specific set of years, so he would feign interest with the newer souls that had passed.
And within a few hours, he found your name. Shinji let out a sigh, partly of relief – knowing that you passed on without having the need for a Shinigami nor did you interact with a hollow, but sad that you were now in Rukongai District 48 South. Not as dangerous as those past 60, but he knew the conditions of many of the districts were in poor shape.
“Captain, I may be of help since you’re looking for someone specific.” His lieutenant approached. Shinji wanted to roll his eyes but wanted to mess with his lieutenant a little.
“If ya want to, sure.” Shinji responded, flipping through documents haphazardly. “I’m looking for a Taichi Suzuki, from Nakasu.”
Sosuke nodded his head and began to flip through the newer entries, as Shinji pretended to flip through others. The office began to darken as nightfall approached. Only the sounds of paper shuffling could be heard.
“I think I found them, sir.” Sosuke said calmly, holding the paper.
“Gimme that…” And Shinji wanted to laugh, there was a Taichi Suzuki from Nakasu in District 48 South.
"Great find, Sosuke!" Shinji wanted to cackle but gave a cheshire grin as he swiped the document out of his lieutenant’s hands.
“Let’s call it a day, see ya bright an early tomorrow.” Sosuke nodded his head as he made his leave.
Once Shinji was certain he was alone, he rubbed his face, sighing. It was one of the rare times in his life where he felt nervous. You had been in Soul Society for 50 years; would you even remember him?
But that was a problem for tomorrow. For now, his bed was calling his name.
Rukongai District 48 South was an inconspicuous place, like many of the other districts in the 40s. The houses were shabbier than the ones before it, but there was still some semblance of a town that people resided in, rather than the scant huts that were in the 50s and 60s.
Shinji casually strolled down the worn paths, opting to leave his captain’s haori in the Squad 5 barracks. He wasn’t here on official business, so there was no need to scare off the townsfolk of his presence. He would look like any other random fodder of Shinigami passing by.
There wasn’t anything remarkable that made the district standout. Some districts were known for their agricultural endeavours, while others for fashion or even furniture. But District 49 North was as unremarkable as they come. There wasn’t a even a flutter of spiritual pressure in the vicinity.
Shinji walked into a busy tea shop. He wasn’t particularly hungry or thirsty, but oftentimes these were the best places for information. Finding an empty table, he strummed his fingers waiting to be served. The conversations seemed to be irrelevant to what he was looking for.
“What nice weather we’re having.”
“We haven’t had much rain though. Not good for the crops.”
“Well the river is teeming with fish.”
He let out a yawn as he continued to wait, with nothing of interest to capture his attention.
“Sorry for the wait, sir! What would you like?”
Shinji’s eyes widen at you, deep in an apologetic bow, not yet lifting yourself up.
“Hey, doll. Long time, no see.” Shinji cooly said, a small grin on his face.
You gasped and screeched, alerting the other customers. You quickly apologized to the other patrons before heading to the back, asking for a small break.
Shinji couldn’t help but smile. You remembered him just fine.
Shinji conveniently paid the tea shop owners a hefty sum to let you free for the day, and they didn’t bat an eye. Just like when you were alive, Shinji continued to amaze you.
“How are you likin’ it here? You ok?” He asked, as the two of you sat along the river.
“It’s… fine? I guess. It’s strange not needing to eat.” You explained. “But some nights I get to sing to customers.” You gave a sheepish smile, “I think I’m getting better.”
“I miss hearin’ ya sing for me, doll.” Shinji murmured, cupping your face in his hand. You gave him a warm smile and began to hum an old tune, a song he hadn’t heard in decades. You began to sing softly to him, words long forgotten that he yearned to remember.
But once your song was over, you opened your eyes, confusion evident in them, “I don’t get it, Shinji – are you dead too?”
Shinji sighed and scratched the back of his head. He had a lot to explain to you.
“I can explain it to you if ya want, but it’s long.”
You gave him a gentle smile, as you placed your hand on top of his, “For you, I have all the time in the world.”
Shinji felt his heart flutter.
It took another decade, but Shinji was adamant on moving you into Rukongai District 2. He kept that paperwork separately, lest Lieutenant Aizen find out. But Old Man Yamamoto was a traditionalist, and moving a random soul between districts was unheard of, and almost always, immediately rejected.
Unless you were married.
Did… did you want to be married to Shinji? His mind wracked with all the ways you would say no.
There’s just no way you would agree, right? Maybe if he phrased it as a mutual, as a beneficial thing for you?
But you weren’t like that, Shinji knew as much. You didn’t ask for much, especially from him. You had repeatedly told him that seeing him again, being with him again and being together, was more than enough.
“Ah fuck it.” He grumbled, pulling an ornate box out. It was a kimono of exquisite silk and hand painted gold embellishments… his heart thudded loudly.
He made his way to District 48 North, to where you lived near the tea shop. Shinji had paid the board and rent for you, letting you keep your earnings. But as he made his way through the town, there was not a soul in sight.
Shinji grew tense with every step he made towards your home. There was no one, not a single soul present. Normally he would hear the chattering of everyday conversation, of some random children playing, but it was completely silent.
He flashed stepped towards the tea shop, dropping the box on to the ground. Blood and torn clothes were strewn all over the entrance to the shop. He could hear something inside the shop, something moving. The spiritual pressure was insignificant compared to a hollow or a seated Shinigami member, but in a district where there was no one with spiritual pressure to begin with, this was unusual to him.
Shinji quickly entered the shop and drew out his sword. He took in a deep breath as he witnessed the scene in front of him. There, in the middle of the once busy tea shop, were half eaten bodies, and some… creature gnawing on your lifeless one.
They looked hollow-like, but human sized. Without hesitation, Shinji swung his sword, killing the creature. Your body dropped onto the ground, your lifeless eyes staring at him. Shinji fell to his knees, cradling your body before running his fingers over your eyes.
His heart began to sink as your body began to fade. He quickly weaved a message to his squad, knowing that an investigation would take place soon.
But before they would come, Shinji weaved a kido spell, setting alight the kimono.
Shinji sighed as he stared at the city lights out over the horizon. Being exiled was strange. He was… free, yet not free. He could roam the World of the Living to his hearts content, but…
He hated to admit it, but he missed Soul Society.
But one thing the World of the Living did better were clothes, food and music. He didn’t care much for food, but the sheer variety astounded him. Lisa had brought pizza which he had never heard about before, but devoured immediately (much to the fury of Hiyori). Tiramisu? Hamburgers? Smoothies? He felt like he was quicker on the pulse here compared to whatever Soul Society was feeding its soldiers.
But then… there was the music. Him and Rose bonded over the different genres of music humans were producing. There were some genres he didn’t care for, but others that grabbed at him. Rose was partial to classical and rock music, but Shinji’s tastes were more “eclectic.”
He grew fond of the radio, hearing the Top 40 of any country he could find his hands on. He began to collect vinyl records of musicians he enjoyed, of unique and interesting instruments he had never heard of (Shinji immediately bought a theremin for his personal collection).
In a small part of his mind, he wondered what you would think of this. What genres would you like? The slow and calming sounds of ambient music? Or the clever and witty rhymes of hip-hop? Would you enjoy concerts? Dance clubs?
But those thoughts were becoming less frequent. He had to move on. He would hold on to his grudge for Aizen, crave revenge for not only him and the Visoreds, but also for you, but his “exile” would be to experience life for you.
Tokyo was as bustling as ever in the night. Party goers laughing, crying and shouting, enjoying their night as Shinji walked by them. He could hear different songs play from the many shops and establishments he passed by, some were songs he recognized, others he didn’t particularly cared for.
Until he heard a familiar voice.
He swung his head to a random bar blasting a song. Shock was all over his face as he recognized that voice.
It was you!
Shinji barged inside to the few patrons enjoying their drinks and conversation. In a small corner of the bar, laid a TV with the singer, the singer with your voice.
“Oi, barkeep” Shinji shouted, trying to catch the bartender’s attention. The bartender, an older man, looked at Shinji.
“I’ll take an old fashioned and –” Shinji pointed the TV, “do you know who that is?”
The bartender looked surprised at the question but shook his head.
A patron next to Shinji, in a drunken stupor, laughed and slapped Shinji’s back, telling the name of the singer.
“She’s up and coming ya know! Got quite a following.”
“Do ya know if she’s playing a concert anytime soon?”
“Nah, but she’s got a fan club if yer interested.” The man burped, taking a pen out. He wrote the address of the fan club.
Shinji slapped his change for the drink, but bolted out the bar as soon as the song ended, his drink completely untouched.
Shinji was aware of idol culture, but he didn’t expect a similar culture for up-and-coming singers, such as you.. well was it you?
The singer sounded exactly like you, the mannerisms were eerily the same, you just wore modern clothing, your hair styled with the current trends of the time.
And you still smiled the same way that would make his heart flutter.
He had never spoke to you though, watching from a distance as you sang to the crowd. You would close your eyes at some lyrics, as if in a trance. Your songwriting astounded him, how much it sounded as if you from the past wrote it.
It had to be you. It had to be your reincarnation.
Tonight your manager, or whoever this person was organizing the event, announced that there would be a meet and greet at the end of tonight’s show. The crowd cheered as you waved politely.
Shinji took a deep breath; it was now or never.
The meet and greet was a fairly short affair. To his surprise, not many people wanted to meet with you, but that worked in his favour.
He was one of the last remaining concertgoers and he could see the weariness in your eyes. You were becoming exhausted, but you kept your smile for every fan that came your way. And now it was his turn.
Shinji extended his hand, “yer songs are beautiful.” He murmured.
You immediately grabbed his hand but jolted at the touch. Your eyes met.
“I – thank you.” You stammered, “have we met before?”
Shinji shook his head, letting go of your hand, “no, I’m just a fan of yer music.” He grinned.
You gave a look to your manager, but Shinji let go, making way for the next fan to come to you.
He slowly began to walk out of the venue before he heard yelling behind him, it was your manager. “Wait!”
Shinji stopped, letting the manager catch their breath. “I – she wants to talk to you once she’s done.”
Shinji raised his eyebrows, a flicker of hope growing inside him, but he knew better to have any expectations. He would hear you out and the two of you would go your separate ways.
He was ushered into your changing room. It wasn’t much of a room, he could see a backpack, water bottles, and some snacks. He felt guilty for some reason – should he have brought flowers?
He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. Memories of you over time flashed over his mind, frustrating him. It didn’t help your voice was stuck in his head too.
“Thank you for waiting.” You barged into the room, bowing deeply at Shinji.
“It’s no problem.” He replied, waving his hand. “What’s up?”
“I just – are you sure we haven’t met?”
Shinji shook his head, “you probably saw me around a lot at yer shows.” He said softly. “I’m a big fan.”
You looked at him with confusion, “no, I swear I’ve met you before…”
Shinji shrugged his shoulders, “maybe yer used to seeing me in the crowd. This is my first time going to your meet-and-greet though.”
You sighed loudly, examining Shinji’s face. This man looked so familiar to you. His voice even sounded familiar too.
And then realization hit you, with heat spreading to your cheeks. Shinji looked at you with a curious expression, wondering what had gotten you quiet and flustered.
“This is so embarrassing,” you mumbled, “but I think I remember where.”
“Where?”
“… my dreams.”
Shinji raised his eyebrows, “I mean, maybe because I’ve been in the crowd.”
“No!” You yelled, “I mean, you looked a bit different.”
Shinji shut his mouth, letting you continue.
“You had… longer hair, much longer.” You clicked your tongue, “and I don’t think you had a piercing.” Shinji grew alarmed. “You also wore… some kind of white haori with black clothing? And carried a sword.”
Shinji sighed. He could deny this, letting you wonder, and never appearing again… but what kind of chance was this? “Fate is truly a fickle woman.”
You gave him a confused look.
“How long have ya got? There’s a lot to tell you.”
“All night.” You grinned proudly, “tell me everything Mister…”
“Shinji, just call me Shinji. Ya never did call me by my last name anyways.”
You stared at him with another confused look on your face.
Momo ran down the halls of the Squad 5 barracks in a hurry. She clutched the paperwork to her chest tightly as she sprinted past her fellow seated members, down to Captain Hirako’s office.
She panted as she entered, “I have some –” as she exhaled, “papers that require your immediate signature, sir.”
Shinji placed a new record into his player, letting it play as he got seated into desk, “sure thing, Momo. Bring ‘em here.”
Momo dropped the documents on to his desk and immediately sat down on the other chair, letting the music play as Shinji skimmed through the documents. The voice sounded familiar, “sir, is this by that one popular singer in the World of the Living?”
“Yeah it is,” he said, without looking up from his paper, “I’m her biggest fan.”
“Really?!” Momo exclaimed, “I like a lot of her songs, she’s so talented.”
“She sure is,” Shinji grinned, putting down his pen.
“But I haven’t heard this song of her’s before. Is it new?”
“I wouldn’t say new…” Shinji drawled, “but a limited, unreleased one.”
“It’s beautiful.” Momo sighed, as she continued listening to the song. Shinji smiled, humming along to the song.
For just anyone, It is not, I told you, It is only just for you I do not want it to be just once I want my song to reach you right now And the next year too Let the two of us together Go watch the cherry blossoms
Reader made a special EP for Shinji's birthday hahaha. THANKS FOR READING!!! The song at the end is the translated bits from "Yamazakura" by Taeko Onuki.
Edit: forgot to explain some things LOL
Taichi Suzuki from Nakasu is a reference to Yakuza 5 (Kiryu’s alias in the red light district)
Wedding rings weren’t really a thing in Japan until post-WWII. Usually a woman wore her obi and kimono a particular way to signify that she was married. I decided to have Shinji gift her a kimono as an engagement present of sorts.
So with the drabble challenge, it can be either DRABBLE (100), DOUBLE DRABBLE (200) or TRIPLE DRABBLE (300).
It can be reader insert or your favourite ship. It can be one character or multiple characters!
Now writing short drabbles is very hard but a great writing exercise! Again participating is optional but should be fun!!!!!
❀˖˚ ༘𐙚 Confections & Confessions
Shinji Hirako x gn!reader
Synopsis: You are the third seat of Squad 3, who just so happens to have a little crush on a certain blond captain from Squad 5. When you are reminded that his birthday is coming up, you decide—with a little push from your captain—to gift Shinji a handmade treat…
CW: sfw, set during TBTP, confessions, reader is a bit nervous and unsure of themself, Rose being #1 wingman, Shinji being Shinji at the end
WC: 4k
Notes: Happy Birthday, Shinji! 💞 I wanted to try something a little different here, and I got a little carried away with the plot. So, this came out longer than I had initially intended it to be.
Also, as an extra note! Correct me if I’m wrong, but I know birthdays weren’t really celebrated individually in Japan until after WWII—it was more of a New Year’s thing, I believe? I still tried to keep it accurate to the time, but since this is meant for Shinji’s birthday, we’ll have to suspend our disbelief a little here.
The rhythmic melody of your captain’s violin performance reaches your ears as you come up to his office to deliver a report. Just as you were about to open the door, you heard Lieutenant Iba’s yelling, cutting the music off. Chikane Iba was known for her stern demeanor and never hesitated in criticizing your captain, Rojuro ‘Rose’ Otoribashi.
Rose’s daily musical performance followed by Chikane’s verbal assault was a daily occurrence, one you had gotten used to as a member of the Third Division.
With a sigh, you prepare yourself mentally to face your lieutenant’s strict glare as you interrupt them. “I apologize for the interruption, Captain, Lieutenant. I have a report for you, sir.” You direct your attention to Rose.
“Good grief, perfect timing. Get this man to finally work on something.” The elder woman sighs sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose. With a stabbing glare, she looks over at the blond pointedly. “I expect these to be completed when I return, and so help me, if I find you wasting away with these instruments instead, I’ll have more than just a few choice words for you.”
Even though her words aren’t directed at you, you can’t help but feel a foreboding sense of dread settle deep in your gut at her threatening tone. You nod timidly as she moves past you, exiting the office and leaving a thick silence in her wake that you could cut with your zanpakutō. You much prefer the sound of your captain’s music.
“I don’t know how you can keep testing her patience like that.” You comment offhandedly as you walk further into the office, coming up to Rose’s desk as he rises from his slumped position.
“As long as she doesn’t take my precious Candice away…” He sighs with a pained shudder, moving to pick up a stack of files on top of his desk. “And, I’m still captain at the end of the day.” He starts to rifle through the pages quickly, but not quick enough for your eyes to miss the words on the front page:
Joint Training Session: Squads 3 and 5.
You ignore the way your heart skips a beat, clearing your throat to direct his attention back to you, gesturing to the report in your hand in question.
“Ah, just set it there,” he points off to the side of his cluttered desk to another stack of papers. “This takes precedence.”
“Is that so?” You question casually, trying not to show how interested you really are.
“Yes, well, considering we have this training session tomorrow…” he trails off, signing off on something.
“Oh, right. That’s tomorrow, huh.” There’s a feigned disinterest in your tone that causes Rose to glance at you with a knowing smile.
“You’re supposed to be there too, you know.”
“Of course.”
A brief moment of silence passes after your quick response as you stare at each other, Rose’s smile growing more as you start to waver.
“Ahh! Please stop staring at me like that!” You yell at him, irritated by his expression. You know what that look means, but you don’t want to admit it.
“Come now, there’s no need to be shy about having a crush. Shinji is-“
“I don’t have a crush on him!” You snap, cutting him off with a huff and feeling your face flush with warmth. This was not a conversation you were expecting to have so early in the morning.
“Ahh, a first love. You should be embracing it! In fact, a blossoming romance is-“
“Ok, I’ll be heading out now! I’ve done my job and delivered my report, captain. I suggest you finish your work before Lieutenant Iba comes back.” You interrupt once more, not wanting to hear his whole spiel that he was going to go on about.
You hear him call out your name as you head toward the door. “Don’t be late tomorrow.”
“Right.” You sigh quietly, nervous about the day ahead and hoping that your captain wouldn’t say anything to embarrass you.
The following afternoon, you find yourself at the training grounds in the Fifth Division’s barracks, overseeing a small group of soul reapers from both Squad 3 and 5 as they train together. A few paces away, you can hear Chikane strictly direct the group in front of her, and you can’t help but feel sympathetic at the fearful looks on their faces.
To the other side, you spot Lieutenant Aizen as he politely instructs his group as they look to him in awe, blushes on their cheeks. Gin stands with him to help, the young prodigy making comments every now and then.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Rose sitting with Shinji, the two of them chatting as they sip on tea. Your group was closest to where they were, so you could faintly make out what they were saying as you stepped back to watch the soul reapers train in front of you.
“I’m tellin’ ya Rose, ya gotta be more sneaky with lazin’ around.” You hear Shinji express, your heart fluttering at the sound of his drawling voice. It had been a few days since you last saw him, and just the sound of him talking is enough to make you giddy with excitement.
“And how many times must I say that I’m not lazing around like you?”
“Sure, sure.” Shinji’s honey eyes meet yours, causing your gaze to flick away out of habit.
Since when had you been staring at him? You hadn’t even noticed. The anxiety at having been caught staring has your heart racing, but you have to admit to yourself that it wasn’t just being noticed that had you feeling that way. The image of Shinji lounging in his seat stays in your mind; his long and glossy hair shimmering in the sunlight as it sways in the gentle spring breeze, an easy-going expression gracing his handsome features. You feel your cheeks warming, mentally kicking yourself to pull it together—you’re working, after all!
“That reminds me, though,” Rose’s gentle voice rings, his next few words catching your attention. “Your birthday is coming up next week, right?”
That's right! Shinji’s birthday was in just a few days. It had slipped your mind, what with work and all. You had wanted to do something for him, but you weren't quite sure what to do.
“Hm? Yeah, it is.”
“Do you have any plans?” Rose asks curiously, taking a sip from his steaming cup.
“Not really… Maybe I’ll just go out after work for some drinks. Like last year.” Shinji responds in a contemplative manner, tilting his head over at the other blond and reminding him of a shared memory they had.
“Hm, yeah, that was nice. That sake the bar owner offered you was delicious, wasn’t it?”
“It was, now I can’t wait…” Shinji sighs, clearly wanting another taste of the drink.
“So you’re not doing anything during the day, then?” Rose asks after a short pause, quite suspiciously, in your opinion.
“No? As if Sōsuke’ll let me!” Shinji says with a scowl, shooting a glare over at said lieutenant.
“When has that ever stopped you?” Rose deadpans.
Shinji ignores him, continuing on. “Why?”
“Oh, no reason.” Rose glances in your direction, that knowing smile back on his lips. You pretend to ignore him, but he knows you heard. Shinji's perceptive eyes follow his line of sight to you, but before he can question Rose again, clearly not buying what he said, Rose changes the subject.
You can feel Shinji's lingering gaze on your back as you try your hardest to ignore it. You let out the breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding when you heard him get drawn into the conversation with Rose.
You get lost in your thoughts again. You wished to go out with them to the bar, but you know better. It’s not like you could just show up uninvited, and even if you could, you’d feel way too awkward trying to join in. Maybe you could just slip a gift onto his desk at some point during the day? Yeah, you think that sounds like a good idea. But now you’re not sure what you should get him.
As you ponder and try to brainstorm, you hear someone politely call your name. When you glance up, you find one of the soul reapers in your training group looking at you with a concerned expression on his face.
“Oh! Sorry about that, I got lost in thought,” you laugh sheepishly, “Nice work, everyone! Let’s move on to the next exercise.”
Any remaining thoughts of gifts get pushed to the back of your head as you focus back on the training session in front of you. You can think about all that later tonight.
After spending the whole night agonizing over it, you find yourself in front of Rose in his office, desperate for help. You never thought you’d be asking him something like this, as your nerves eat away at your insides.
“What do you need?” He questions, saying your name, a curious look in his eyes as he watches you nervously fiddle with your fingers.
Fidgeting in your spot, you mumble out a reply, “I don’t know what to get him.”
“Get what for whom?” Your sharp eyes glare at him while he laughs heartily.
“I’m just kidding. I, for one, am proud that you are working up the courage to confess your feelings.”
“Woah! I never said anything about confessing!” You blush, trying to push the nerve-wracking thought away. That’s an entire hurdle you are not ready for—even if the idea is sort of exhilarating. “I just want to get him something nice, at the very least.”
Rose thinks it over for a second before offering, “How about you make him some namagashi like nerikiri? I know he enjoys having them on special occasions, especially when Ukitake invites us all over to that specialty tea shop he frequents.”
You consider it, but you’ve never made the traditional dessert before, let alone watched someone make it. So you find yourself a bit hesitant at the idea.
“Plus, if it came from you, I’m sure Shinji would be over the moon.”
You squint at him, trying to read his expression, but you can’t really tell what he meant by that. Or, it's more like you refuse to indulge in the idea that Shinji might like you like that. You don’t want to get your hopes up over nothing. So, you cast his latter statement aside as just flattery before focusing on the idea he brought up.
“I don’t know… I’ve never made anything like that before. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
“I have a friend who owns a confectionery shop over in the food district. I can introduce you if you’d like.” He offers nicely with a patient smile.
You chew over his offer; if this friend of his could help you out, you think it’s not such a bad idea after all. At the end of the day, you trust Rose’s opinion, not only as your captain but as a friend.
“Ok. If you could, that would be great.”
“Perfect! We can swing by after work. I don’t want Chikane admonishing either of us for skipping the day.” He sighs heavily, and you nod in agreement.
After Rose had introduced you to his friend, you would stop by the confectionery shop every day after work to practice making the namagashi. You spent many hours agonizing away to create a perfectly designed and tasty sweet. The shopkeeper, a kind elderly gentleman, had even given you a premium tea blend to pair with the dessert after seeing how hard you had worked on it.
Today was the 10th of May, Shinji’s birthday, and you had just finished making the delicate sweet mere moments ago as you rushed to the Squad 5 barracks. The shopkeeper had drilled into you the fact that the soft dessert should ideally be eaten immediately, so you had practiced for this by estimating the shortest time it would take to get from one place to another. You had timed it perfectly so that you could place the gift on Shinji’s desk right before he came back with Aizen after a meeting that Rose had told you about. Your captain had kindly turned a blind eye and let you skip out on work to get his done.
Having made it to your destination in under five minutes, you do your best to sneak into the fifth’s barracks, moving quickly to the captain’s office and making sure not to jostle the neatly wrapped gift in your hands. You come face to face with the doors leading to said office and wait a moment, making sure no one is inside before inching your way into the quaint room.
Your nerves are getting to you, but before you can change your mind, you muster all of your courage and quickly move to Shinji’s desk to gently place the present down.
It’s like a weight has lifted off your shoulders when you release the bundle from your hands, all the tension from the past week washing away. You find yourself relieved to finally have achieved what you had practiced so hard on and planned to do.
Now that you’ve accomplished what you came to do, you take a moment to look around the room. While you had been there plenty of times before for work and the times Shinji had drawn you into conversation, you had never taken a moment to have a close look at the place before.
You know you shouldn’t, but something pulls at you to take a look at the shelves in the room. You find a simple comb next to a few bottles that look like they are filled with creams and oils for hair. You can’t help but smile softly and chuckle a bit at that; no wonder Shinji’s hair looks so luscious all the time. He's definitely the type to pay special attention and take care of it so well.
Suddenly, a deep voice breaks your quiet musing. “It looks like you have a visitor, Captain Hirako.”
With a start, you look behind you in alarm, spotting Aizen by the door. The color drains from your face and with dread you realize that you’ve been caught and have no escape out of this, knowing Shinji isn’t far behind.
“Huh? Who is it?” Shinji comes around the corner, his long hair and captain’s haori swaying behind him. His eyes land on your frozen form as the curiosity in them turns to surprise. It quickly shifts, though, to an amused expression as he stares at you. You look like a mouse caught between a cat and a wall.
“Oh? What do we have here? Rose sent ya for somethin’?” Comes Shinji’s immediate response, a playful tone slinking into his voice.
“Um, no, not quite.” You stammer out, mind trying to keep up with everything happening.
“It appears the third seat has brought a gift for you,” Aizen interjects, drawing attention over to Shinji’s desk, where the delicately wrapped nerikiri lay.
You can’t help but cast a quick glare Aizen’s way. Now you really don’t have an out for this.
“Oh? Ya got somethin’ for little ol’ me? How sweet of ya!” Shinji drawls as he saunters over to his desk to pick up the bundle. You feel your face heat up, embarrassed and flustered from the situation and his teasing tone.
A beat of silence passes as you rack your brain, trying to come up with something to say. However, before you can decide on what, Shinji speaks once more.
“Hey Sōsuke. Didn’t ya mention you have to go pick up some stuff from Squad 1?”
“It was paperwork, not just ‘some stuff’, captain. But yes, I did.”
“Why don’tcha go along and do that now, then?”
“Captain, I think-“
“Go on now,” Shinji shoos him away. You stand awkwardly off to the side during the whole interaction, unsure of what to do.
Aizen sighs deeply before replying with a brief, “Yes, captain,” and with a nod of his head, the lieutenant leaves the room.
Now you’re left with Shinji. Alone. Having to explain your way out of this, casually, so that you don’t make a fool of yourself. Ugh, what are you going to do? This was not part of the plan! Why would Aizen draw attention to the gift, and why would you let yourself get distracted when you knew you hadn’t had much time?
Shinji breaks your thoughts as you chastise yourself. “So yer my secret admirer.”
“Huh?”
“I’m just messin’ with ya.” He assures with a chuckle, the teasing lilt in his voice never leaving as he takes hold of the wrapped gift sitting neatly on his desk.
You can hear your heart beating in your ears as he starts to unwrap the artfully tied cloth. “Let's see, what did ya get me?”
When he finally unravels the wrapping to reveal your handmade nerikiri, the wide grin he wears falters, morphing into a pleasant surprise. He stares at it for a few more seconds, noticing the rough edges on the soft treat before asking you, “Did ya make these yerself?”
“I did,” you answer nervously. “I made them in the shape of a daffodil,” you pause, hesitating before saying, “they remind me of you.”
You look away, feeling shy, but you end up missing the blush creeping up his neck and to his cheeks as he looks away as well, his hair hiding his face from you.
“That so…?”
An awkward few seconds pass by before he straightens up, a wide and charming grin tugging on his lips as he glances back at you. “Well then, sweet pea, I’ll savor every last bite!”
Warmth rushes to your already flushed face at his use of the pet name as you try to respond. The butterflies fluttering away in your stomach don’t let up even as you watch him go to brew the tea that you had included with the treat. “Uh, I hope it’s to your liking.”
“These’re great! So I’m sure I will, especially if they’re made by yer sweet hands, darlin'.” He flashes an attractive smirk your way.
He makes his way back over, two cups in his hand as he passes one over to you, gesturing for you to sit with him. He picks up the colorful sweet and takes a bite, letting out a delighted, “mmm,” before taking a sip of tea.
“It’s really good. Thanks, doll.”
“I’m glad you like it! Happy Birthday, Shinji.”
“Thanks,” he smiles brightly. However, you notice it drops slightly as it looks like he mulls something over. “Y’know? Wasn’t expectin’ fer ya to do somethin’ for me.” He gazes into your eyes, a perceptive look in his warm browns. “Why?”
“Well, I guess I got the little push that I needed, and I… guess I also wanted to…” You trail off, getting lost in his eyes as a sudden urge to tell him how you truly feel overwhelms you.
“You wanted to…?” He coaxes in a low tone, voice dropping to a hush.
“I wanted to tell you…”
Should you say it now? Should you tell him your feelings for him? That your eyes look for him in crowded rooms, that you look forward to the days when you get to work with his squad, in the chance that you can get a glimpse of? That you long to be near him, that you long to be with him at the end of the day.
You draw a deep breath, steeling yourself.
“I wanted to say that I like you. More than you could ever know.”
There’s a pause, the air thick with anticipation as you hold your breath, waiting to hear his response.
“Really? Say it again,” he whispers quietly.
“Wha-,” you stammer, but the genuine expression he wears has you repeating yourself, more confidently this time. “I said I like you.”
“Again.”
“I like you.”
“Again.” Ok, now he was just teasing you, a mischievous, cunning grin tugging on his features as he asks you again and again.
“Come on, that’s enough, don’t you think?” You pout, feeling all too flustered. Was he making fun of you? No, he wasn’t, you know better than that. Sure, he loved to make fun of Hiyori and tease those around him, but it was always in good fun, even if it didn’t always look that way with the freckled lieutenant. He would never want to intentionally hurt anyone he cared about; you knew that much from watching him for so long. It was one of his qualities that attracted you in the first place.
“You could say it a million times, and I don’t think I’d ever have enough. I wanna hear ya say it every damn day.”
Your heart flutters at his honest admission. “Don’t you think you’d get tired of hearing it that often?”
“I’d never get tired of hearin’ ya say that you like me! Would ya get tired of hearin’ me say it?” He retorts, questioning you in return.
You tilt your head curiously. Hold on, did you miss something? “I don’t recall hearing you say that you like me, though.”
A beat passes as he stares back at you before sheepishly scratching the back of his head. “Oh, that’s my bad, darlin’. I got all caught up in the moment that I forgot to say my piece.”
Shinji’s goofy grin drops as a more serious air surfaces around him. He faces you in earnest, placing a lithe hand on yours.
“I like you too, y’know. Have for a while now,” he leans in closer to you, the crisp scent of his cologne invading your senses and drawing you closer to him. “Ya just made me the happiest man in the world right now.” He grins again, but it’s softer now, more tender as he confesses his feelings for you.
Your chest swells with a pleasant warmth, a sense of relief washing over you. The butterflies fluttering about inside you, not dancing out of nervousness now but from true joy.
“Really?” You ask quietly.
“Mhm,” he’s just a hairsbreadth away from you as he leans in closer, eyes flicking to your lips.
“Then say it again,” you whisper, his eyes flashing back to yours, a mirth glimmering in them before he chuckles lightly.
“I like ya,” and just when his lips were about to press to yours, nearby chatter from outside his office causes you to pull back.
You clear your throat, “I should be heading back now.” You stand, dusting off your shihakushō. Shinji follows you, doing the same, albeit with a disgruntled look, clearly upset at having missed the chance to kiss you.
“Headin’ back so soon?” He sighs, missing the way you chuckle quietly to yourself at his irritated grumbling.
“Yeah, well, lunch is already almost over, and it would be kind of awkward to have to explain everything to Lieutenant Aizen when he comes back. So...”
At the mention of his good-natured lieutenant, Shinji groans, tossing his head to the side. “Ugh, yer right.” He stares off into the distance for a second but before you can question him on it he’s speaking again.
“Thanks for all this.” He gestures to the empty box you had used for the nerikiri. “This is the best birthday present I could ever ask for.”
“I’m glad,” you smile sweetly. “Well, I hope you have fun with the others later tonight.”
“What’re ya sayin’?” He gives you a confused look, “Yer comin’ too!”
“Are you sure?”
”'Course I am, silly, otherwise I wouldn’t have said it!” He exclaims, making it clear that he wanted you there with him.
"Well then, I look forward to it!"
“Yer gonna make my birthday night even more special,” he voices suggestively, a teasing smirk quirking on his lips. "Plus, I want the other part of my gift." His eyes flicker down to your lips.
You’re so glad you ended up confessing, you think as you blush at his insinuation. You just know you aren’t going to hear the end of it when Rose finds out, telling you he was right.
Tagging @darthwhorecrux, Shinji wants you to make his night 😉