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𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Ishida Ryuken, Hirako Shinji, Kyoraku Shunsui, Ukitake Jushiro

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: hi hi!! i absolutely adore your blog, your bleach writing is fantastic 🫶🏼 could i request something smutty with ryuken, shunsui, jushiro and shinji? maybe being reunited with them after being away on missions for a while and it ends up in some soft reunion sex? i’d gladly accept anything else too, i just need them bad and there’s a lack of ryuken works :( again, absolutely love your content, thank you for keeping the fandom fed xx

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I enthusiastically enjoyed this request and squealed and laughed so much while writing this. I did Kyoraku some injustice lol, but I gave him a second chance though 🙈. Thank you for this request and letting me write for Ryuken!

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fem!reader, 18+ content, fingering, oral (f receiving), soft sex, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, dirty talking, praising, body-worship (small), wrap it before you tap it

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Having some soft sex upon your return after being away for a lengthy time.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

˚₊‧꒰ა Ishida Ryuken ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The soft rustle of sheets and the distant hum of the night outside barely registered as you lay beneath Ryuken, legs spread wide around his waist, body pliant and needy beneath his weight. His bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a bedside lamp, and the air was thick with yearning, and the need that had lingered for months too long. He hovered above you, half-dressed, shirt unbuttoned and falling from his shoulders, the pale skin of his chest dusted with silver hair that led down toward the open band of his slacks.

Your thighs cradled his hips as he bent forward, one hand braced beside your head, the other trailing reverently from your waist to the soft curve of your hip. His gaze held yours, sharper than usual, blue eyes drinking you in like something he’d starved for.

“You finally came back,” he murmured lowly and frayed at the edges, his breath warm against your cheek.

You nodded, your fingers curling around the collar of his shirt, tugging gently as your other hand skimmed down the bare plane of his back. “I missed you so much, Ryu… I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted to come home. To you.”

His jaw tightened, and he swallowed once, eyes dragging down to where your breasts rose and fell against the sheets, bare, already flushed and needy, nipples pebbled in the cool air. He leaned in and kissed you, slow at first, his lips soft and warm against yours, tasting the truth in your words. But the kiss didn’t stay gentle. It deepened fast, his hunger slipping through in the way his mouth claimed yours, the way his tongue pressed between your lips to explore, stroke, devour.

When you pulled away to breathe and saw his hand reaching for the drawer in the nightstand, your voice came softer, needier, your thighs flexing around him. “Don’t use a condom tonight. I want to feel you. All of you. It’s been too long…”

His eyes narrowed just slightly, but the flush along his neck deepened. His hand slid down between your bodies, fingers brushing over your mound, parting your slick folds. You were already soaked for him, your pussy glistening in the warm light, folds plump and swollen from nothing more than his presence.

“Are you sure?” he asked, but his fingers dipped lower, parting your wetness and brushing over your entrance. “You know what that means if I lose control.”

You tilted your hips up, pressing your slickness into the flat of his palm. “Then lose it.”

There was a low and primal groan emitted from him, followed by his slacks being shoved down and kicked aside. You lifted your head to look, as you always did, eyes drawn to the long, thick length of his cock rising proudly from a nest of silver curls. It was already hard, thick veins lining the shaft, the flushed tip glistening with precum. Bigger than you remembered. Or maybe your memory had blurred after too many nights spent aching alone.

He cupped himself at the base and stroked slowly, watching the way your eyes widened, your breath catching as you spread your legs wider to welcome him. “Wet already,” he murmured, dragging the blunt head through your folds. “Soaked just for me.”

You whimpered when he tapped his cock against your clit, the swollen bud pulsing with need. Each slow stroke of his tip across your entrance made your hips jerk, your body already trying to suck him in. But Ryuken took his time, drawing circles with his cock around your pussy, coating himself in your slick, watching your every shudder.

“I’ve waited too many months to feel this again,” he said, guiding himself to your entrance and holding there. “I won’t rush.”

And he didn’t. He pressed in slow, the fat head of his cock breaching your soaked entrance with deliberate care. The stretch made your mouth fall open, your hands gripping his shoulders as inch after inch filled you. You could feel your body clenching already, slick walls hugging every vein, every contour of him.

“God…Ryu…”

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, jaw clenched as he slid deeper. “You’re still so damn tight…like your body never forgot me.”

He bottomed out with a groan, his hips pressing flush against yours, his cock buried fully inside you, the thick length pressing perfectly against your walls. You were trembling, legs wrapping tighter around his waist, pussy clenching helplessly around him as you tried to adjust to the fullness.

“You’re so deep…” you gasped, eyes fluttering.

His hand slid under your lower back, lifting you slightly, adjusting the angle until your moan turned into a cry, his cock now grinding against your sweetest spot. “That’s it,” he whispered. “I’ve got you. Just relax for me.”

He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed still, buried inside, holding your body close and letting you feel the full length of him, the throbbing heat of his cock pulsing against your walls. Then he drew his hips back slowly, almost teasingly, before thrusting in again, deep and unhurried.

Your nails dug into his back. “Harder, please…”

Jut hearing your pleas in-person after all these months prompted his control to slip. His rhythm shifted from slow to firm, strong thrusts that rocked you up the bed an inch at a time. Your pussy stretched and gripped around him with every movement, wet and warm, noisy in the quiet room. Every thrust made your breasts bounce against his chest, and he bent to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard as his cock drove deep.

You cried out, fingers tangling in his hair, your body overwhelmed by the dual stimulation—his cock hitting so deep, and his mouth tugging at your breast like he’d starved for it. “Don’t stop—please, don’t stop—”

He drove harder, hips slapping against your thighs, your pussy making lewd squelches with every thrust. He lifted one of your legs higher, pressing your knee to your chest to open you more, to go deeper. You sobbed his name, your back arching as your orgasm crashed down, pussy squeezing and fluttering around him.

You squirted. It surprised you, the rush of wetness spilling between your thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you, the intensity making your whole body shake. He froze for half a second, staring in awe, before groaning deep in his throat and fucking you harder, chasing his own edge.

“You’re making such a mess,” he rasped. “A beautiful mess—God, I can feel you squeezing the hell out of me—”

Your hands were gripping his shoulders, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes from how good it felt. Your pussy fluttered and clenched, sucking him in, trying to milk him. “I should’ve gone with you,” he admitted against your skin. “But I couldn’t leave the hospital. Couldn’t leave this goddamn city.”

You clung to him, moaning softly as he rolled his hips with deliberate precision, hitting that spot inside you like he’d measured it. Which, honestly, he probably had. “I know,” you whispered. “But I wouldn’t have wanted you to.”

He cupped your face, fucking you deeper, with more emotion than he ever allowed himself in public. “But I thought about you. Every night. Thought about how warm you always felt, the way your fingers curled in my hair when I was inside you—”

You arched beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing tighter.

“I thought about the sounds you make when you’re close,” he continued, voice cracking just slightly. “The way your walls flutter right before you—yes. Like that. Just like that.”

You gave a sharp clench of your walls around him and his hips stuttered, not feeling like he could hold out for much longer. No amount of spending night touching himself could compare to your warm heat. “Stay,” he murmured, arms tightening around your waist as he pushed harder. “Just for tonight.”

You brushed your fingers through his silver hair and whispered, “For longer, if you want.”

He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t need to. The way he kissed your palm told you that he was pleased with your choice.

˚₊‧꒰ა Hirako Shinji ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The carpet scratched lightly against your bare shoulder blades, soft but textured beneath your back as you lay spread beneath Shinji. Your breath caught as he grinned down at you, his messy blond hair hanging low enough to brush against your cheek. His shirt was open, flaring around him like he hadn’t even tried to take it off properly, too impatient. You still had your blouse halfway down one arm, your jeans unbuttoned and stuck at your knees from when he’d tugged them off in the middle of kissing you against the door. The whole house was quiet save for the low hum of the air conditioning and the wet, obscene sounds coming from between your thighs.

“Two years, and this pussy still tastes better than I remembered,” Shinji drawled, his voice husky with arousal, lips slick with your wetness as he rose from between your legs. His hand hadn’t left your thigh, his thumb still rubbing small, teasing circles dangerously close to your clit. Suddenly leaning forward, he caught your lips with his, kissing you deep—tongue curling with yours, tasting the echo of your own arousal on him. You moaned into his mouth, your legs twitching as your hips bucked, desperate for more friction. He pulled back with a laugh, teeth catching your lower lip gently.

“Don’t go rushing me now. I just got back to my favourite meal.” He licked a stray drop of your slick from the corner of his mouth and gave your pussy a firm slap that made you jolt, the wet smack echoing in the space between you. “You were gonna make me wait till dinner. I say screw that.”

Your head dropped back onto the carpet, fingers gripping his shoulders as he slid down again, lips brushing across your belly, your navel, and then further until his mouth was back on you, all heat and wickedness. He didn’t tease this time—he licked up the entire length of your slit, slow and deliberate, groaning as your arousal coated his tongue.

His fingers parted you, spreading your slick folds to expose the plump swell of your clit. He pressed his tongue flat against it, then circled, and circled again, until your thighs clenched on either side of his head. You were wet—soaking—and he drank from you like he was parched, every lap sending tremors through your stomach. His fingers slipped lower, sliding two knuckles deep into your heat, the stretch making you whimper as he curled them expertly against your front wall.

“Still this tight,” he murmured into you, letting his breath fan over your sensitive skin. “I could feel your pussy sucking on my fingers the second I slid in.”

You were writhing under him, panting. His voice, his mouth, his fingers—it was too much, and not enough. You hadn’t been touched in months, hadn’t had this—hadn’t had him. Shinji had always been a tease, but now he was relentless, determined to make every second count. His pace increased, his fingers moving faster, fucking you while his mouth sucked your clit with lewd precision.

You weren’t expecting to cum so quickly, but your hips jerked as you cried out, your hands flying to his hair. Your thighs tried to clamp shut, but he didn’t let up, moaning into you like a man possessed. Your slick gushed against his chin, and he groaned in satisfaction.

“Fuck, I missed you doing that,” he growled, his tongue still flicking over your throbbing clit. “You squirt like a goddamn fountain when I get you just right.”

You whimpered, sensitive, thighs trembling. He finally relented, dragging his fingers out of your pussy and sucking them clean with a lecherous smirk. He reached for your blouse, pulling it off completely before dragging your bra down just enough to expose your breasts, not even bothering to unclip it. His mouth latched onto a nipple instantly, sucking it hard while grinding his clothed cock between your legs. You could feel the thick press of him—hard, hot, pulsing against your slick entrance, the friction deliciously maddening.

He pulled back and looked down at you, hair sticking to his forehead slightly, golden eyes heavy with desire.

“You think you can handle this?” he teased, rubbing the head of his cock against your swollen folds. You could feel how wet you were, his shaft already slippery just from dragging through your pussy lips.

Nodding, already arching up for him, he pinned your hips back down with one hand, the other guiding himself to your entrance. His tip pushed in slowly, and your walls clung to him, the stretch making your eyes roll back. “Damn, you’re still so tight,” he groaned, the vein in his neck straining as he pushed in further, inch by inch. “Like this pussy forgot how to take cock. I’m gonna have to remind it.”

You gasped as he bottomed out, the full length of him seated inside you. He stayed there a moment, pressing in deep and letting you feel every thick inch, his hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise. It didn’t take long before you felt the, slow, deep, grinding thrusts that made you feel each ridge, each throb. The drag of his cock against your inner walls was delicious torture, your pussy fluttering around him with every slow pull out and every firm thrust in. You practically clung to him, nails digging into his back as your hips lifted to meet him.

“God, you’re so good,” he whispered into your neck, his breath hot. “I fuckin’ missed you like crazy. Missed this pussy. Missed how wet you get for me.”

The whimpering of his name and clenching caused him to groan, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the sound of your wetness obscene between your bodies. That was the final call, the pace shifted—no more slow grinding. He fucked you hard, fast, pressing your knees to your chest to get deeper. Your pussy squelched around him with every thrust, slick dripping down your ass and soaking into the carpet beneath you.

“You were gone too damn long,” he growled. “Two years without this. You’re lucky I’m not filling you full every day for the next week.”

Your body seized under him, a long, drawn-out cry ripping from your throat as your pussy convulsed around his cock, and he didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, moaning loudly as your juices gushed around him, your thighs trembling violently. When you squirted again, it soaked his pelvis, and he laughed breathlessly. “There it is. Damn, you’re messy.” He grinned down at you. “Just the way I like you. I missed this so damn much,” he murmured against your neck, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses there. “You feel fuckin’ amazing, baby.”

Wrapping your arms around him, your heart still racing, your pussy still pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure. His cock continued to work itself deeper, chasing his release, becoming erratic and rougher. Grabbing your wrists, he pinned them above your head as he loomed over you, burying his cock to the hilt again and again. Your walls clenched tight around him, fluttering and spasming with overstimulation, but he didn’t let up. His eyes were locked on your face, watching every twitch, every gasp, every moan.

“You’re not leaving again,” he pleaded softly. “I missed you too damn much.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Kyoraku Shunsui ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Immediately, you were pulled right off your feet, beard brushing your neck as he nuzzled into you, the wide sleeves of his pink haori wrapping you up completely. His hair was loose and slightly damp, and he smelled like fresh soap and saké, already halfway into unwinding. He looked like a man who’d spent months trying not to fall apart. And judging by the way he held you, his self-restraint had just expired.

You barely got another word out before your back hit the tatami and he was already on top of you, lips claiming yours with a softness that trembled. He didn't rush the kiss—but his hips gave him away, grinding subtly, needily, like he couldn't help himself. He whispered between kisses, “Missed you. Missed you so much,” and you could feel just how badly in the way he groaned when your thighs parted around his waist.

His mouth travelled to your neck, wet and warm, dragging kisses down your skin like he was starved for it, and you could feel the way he trembled, the control in his body fraying with every breath you took. His kimono was haphazardly pushed apart, his cock already thick and flushed, was leaking from its tip and begging to be put out of misery. “Two years,” he murmured hoarsely against your skin, his beard tickling as he nuzzled into your jaw. “Too damn long.”

You barely had the breath to answer before his hips shifted, the wide head of his cock slipping lower, parting your folds, nudging your entrance. A sharp gasp caught in your throat as he pushed forward, not waiting any longer, your body instinctively arching to take him. That first push stretched you wide, familiar and still breathtaking—thick, heavy, that slow, overwhelming press that only Shunsui could give you. Your hands clenched at the fabric pooled under you, nails biting into the blanket. He groaned low in his chest, forehead dropping to yours, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck—gods, you still feel so perfect,” he breathed, already buried halfway, your cunt clenching around him greedily. “Been thinking about this every night.”

The stretch had you whimpering softly, legs wrapped around his hips as he sank deeper, inch by thick inch. He tried to keep it slow, tried to savour the moment, but his hands trembled as they gripped your hips, and his rhythm faltered, cock twitching inside you with pulsing heat. His voice rasped with restraint, jaw clenched.

“Didn’t think...fuck, I didn’t think I’d lose it this fast.”

But you knew. You could feel the strain in his body, the twitch of his cock deep inside, the tremble in his muscles as he held himself back by sheer will. Your pussy fluttered around him in encouragement, soaked and eager, clenching greedily on his length. You cupped his face, guiding his gaze to yours, lips brushing his as you whispered, “Then don’t hold back.”

That was all it took. He groaned—deep, broken, almost desperate—and his hips slammed flush against yours, his cock buried to the hilt inside your wet heat. You felt the throb, the jerk of his release the moment he seated himself fully, his body shuddering as thick, hot cum spilled inside you in heavy pulses. His mouth crashed to yours, muffling his ragged moan, his tongue searching blindly as he came hard, deep, and fast. Your pussy milked him instinctively, spasming around his girth, coaxing every drop from him. The sensation of his warmth flooding your core after so long apart made you clench again, a needy whimper escaping you.

“Shit...fuck, sweetheart,” he grunted, his hips jerking once, twice more as aftershocks rippled through him. “Too much…too fast.”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting harshly, body tense above you. But you didn’t mind. The feel of his cock still twitching deep inside, still nestled in your creamy warmth, filled something in you that had ached for the past two years. You stroked his back slowly, fingers tracing the lines of muscle under his haori as his weight slumped into you, his arms cradling your head.

You felt the way his cum leaked out around his cock, warm and thick, coating your inner thighs. You could feel just how much he’d missed you in the sheer volume, the mess he’d made of your pussy already. But Shunsui didn’t move—he stayed still, cock still inside, forehead against your cheek, murmuring apologies and kisses against your skin.

“I couldn’t wait. I thought I’d go slow, I meant to worship you, but gods…I missed you so damn much.” He kissed your temple, your cheek, your jaw. “I’ll make it up to you. You’re not leaving this bed for hours.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes heavy with lust, with a spark that said he hadn’t even begun to claim you properly. You could feel him starting to harden again inside you, thickening despite the way his cum still leaked from your stretched pussy. He rocked his hips gently, watching the way your breath caught, your legs tightened around his waist, the wet squelch of your combined release filling the room.

“You’re so fucking full,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over your clit. “My cum’s already dripping out of you, but I’m not done yet. You’re going to take it all.”

His hands slid under your back, lifting you to him, your breasts crushed to his chest as he thrust with purpose, hips rolling to grind against your clit on every stroke. His mouth latched onto your neck, biting softly before licking the sting away, working his way down to your collarbone. Your moans rose in pitch as he set a rhythm that sent sparks through your core, the oversensitivity from earlier only heightening each roll of his hips.

You bit your lip as he began to move again, a slow, deliberate drag of his cock from your tight hole, coated in a thick sheen of white, then thrust back in, slow but deeper this time, measured. The feel of him was relentless—thick and still slick with his first release, but regaining that solid, aching fullness that made your toes curl.

“You feel even tighter now,” he muttered against your skin, voice thick with awe and hunger. “So wet. You always take me so good.”

He sat back slightly, dragging you with him so you were perched in his lap, your legs splayed wide around him, his cock thrusting up into you as gravity helped him bury even deeper. You cried out at the change in angle, the way he filled you more completely, his cock stretching you in every direction. His hands gripped your hips again, controlling your movements, dragging you up and slamming you back down, your pussy sucking him in noisily with every wet thrust.

“You missed this cock, didn’t you?” he rasped, gaze fixed on the place where your bodies joined, watching your tight, pink folds stretched wide around his thick shaft, your cream and his seed smeared around the base. “Fuck, look how messy you are. You’re dripping all over me.”

You couldn’t speak—only moan, back arching as he slammed up into you again, that thick tip grinding against your sweet spot mercilessly. The tension built fast in your belly, your clit throbbing, your legs trembling. He knew—he felt the way your pussy clenched hard around him, how your walls fluttered, how your breath hitched.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, sweat glistening on his brow as he rutted up into you harder now, the sound of skin slapping against skin growing louder. “Cum for me. I want to feel you gush all over this cock.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ukitake Jushiro ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The heat of the bath wrapped around you both like silk, steam curling up and making the wooden walls sweat. Letting the hot water soak into your aching limbs while he reclined behind you, his long legs spreading just enough so you could lean between them, your back against his bare chest. His kisses had been soft at first, reverent—pressed to your shoulders, your temple, the edge of your jaw as if trying to convince himself you were real again. His hair floated around you both in the water, silver strands catching the light, his breath brushing your ear as he exhaled softly behind you.

“You’ve lost weight,” he murmured, tone gentle, fingers trailing across your ribs where the outline of your form had become a little sharper. “They didn’t feed you properly over there?”

“They tried,” you murmured, closing your eyes, leaning your head back against his shoulder, “but nothing ever tasted right without you.”

He made a soft, affectionate sound in his throat and kissed the side of your face again, slow and lingering. Then his hands grew bolder. They moved over your body like he was reacquainting himself with you—with aching purpose. He stroked along the curve of your sides, up the softness beneath your breasts, letting the pads of his fingers lightly trace the edges of sensitivity there. You shivered under the touch, sighing as he cupped them fully in his palms, the weight of them familiar to him even after so long.

“You’re so soft…” he breathed, voice thickened slightly. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”

His thumbs brushed your nipples, already stiff from the water and arousal, and you exhaled a quiet, broken moan as your hips shifted instinctively. You felt his cock—already thick, warm, and solid—resting against the swell of your ass, before his hands slipped under your thighs to raise them a little higher, and with a slow, careful movement, you felt him slid into you. You gasped softly at the stretch, at the thick girth pushing inside. He didn’t move—he simply filled you, inch by inch, easing himself into your pussy like he was coming home. The water helped, made everything warm and pliant, but the ache of fullness after so long apart was still sharp and sweet.

“Gods, you’re tight,” he whispered, forehead pressing to the back of your neck. “You always feel so perfect…”

He bottomed out with a soft groan, the tip of his cock nestled against your cervix, thick and hard and impossibly deep inside. The weight of him inside you was delicious, dragging a shiver from your spine. He didn’t move for a moment, only wrapped his arms around you more tightly, his palm covering your lower belly where the bulge of his cock made itself known beneath the skin.

He knew exactly how much it affected you. Especially now, when every part of you was on edge from the absence, from the ache, from the hunger that had built up over your long separation. His hand slid down again, beneath the surface of the water, and you gasped as his fingers found your clit. His strokes were exploratory, as though he was mapping how your body had changed, how your reactions had sharpened in sensitivity. Each circle of his fingertips sent tingles up your spine, each brush across the swollen nub making your hips twitch and clench helplessly around his cock.

He moved his hips slightly then—just a little—just enough for you to feel the drag of him against your walls. You moaned softly, breath catching as your legs involuntarily tried to close, but he held you open with one arm and continued his slow, steady massage on your clit with the other. Every movement inside and out was controlled, deliberate. He knew you were sensitive—he wanted you sensitive. Wanted to feel you pulse and writhe on him, wanted to feel you lose yourself in the heat that only he could bring.

Your hands gripped his thighs underwater, your nails digging into his skin as he slowly rocked his hips forward again, barely moving but making you feel every inch of him. His breath was warm against your ear, and he murmured soft praises between kisses to your neck.

“I love how you feel around me…how you tighten up every time I touch your sweet little clit…”

Your hips jerked at the words, your walls fluttering around him as your breath came faster. He kept working that same slow, precise rhythm with his fingers, pressing a little firmer now, rolling your clit between slick fingertips while his cock throbbed deep inside. The pleasure coiled tight and sharp in your gut, building quickly—too quickly.

“J-Jushiro, I’m—” you tried to warn him, but he shushed you with a soft chuckle.

“I know, and I want you to. Come on, sweetheart… Let me feel you cum around me. I’ve missed this. Missed feeling you break.”

The sound of his voice—that voice—low and full of warmth and desire and love, was enough to push you over the edge.

You came with a choked cry, your body convulsing in the water as your pussy clenched tight around his cock, spasming through the climax as his fingers continued to roll and circle your clit through every wave of pleasure. Your thighs trembled in his hold, the wet slap of water shifting around you both as your back arched, your head pressing back against his shoulder. He held you, steady and strong, his cock twitching inside as he groaned from the feel of your orgasm squeezing him, but still he didn’t move faster.

You were panting, vision swimming slightly from how hard that first orgasm had hit, and his hands never left you. He let you come down slowly, fingers tracing lazy circles around your clit now, sensitive and swollen, while his cock remained firmly buried inside your twitching walls.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “So sensitive… You’re perfect.”

You whimpered softly, already trembling from the overstimulation, and he smiled against your neck, placing another kiss there as his hips gave a slow, shallow thrust—just enough to make your pussy flutter again in protest and pleasure.

“We’re just getting started,” he whispered. “You’re finally home. I’m not letting this body go without reminding every inch of it who it belongs to.”

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For @tomitsulikeslemons~

I did my best, but figure drawing has never been one of my strengths. I couldn’t help but emo-fy him, and then the pen slipped as I was finishing shadowing his face. It’s fine. This is fine.

what are you hc on how bleach men sleep with their s/o? you know like lf they like to have their space or if they headlock them☠️

A/N: Not the headlock option 🤣. But I do see a few of them doing that... the sleep fighters, that is. This was extremely chaotic ☠️

Cuddler — they love the idea for either of you wrapping your arms around each other to fall asleep. Either of your faces pressed into each other necks. The light, soft breathing coming from your lips, while they’re snoring. With both of you curled up against each other your slumber is one of the most peaceful sleeps.

— Shunsui, Jushiro, Byakuya (secretly), Starrk, Hisagi, Kira, Uryu, Jugram, Askin, Yhwach

Cuddle to roll away — at the start of the night the both of you are wrapped up in each other’s embrace but by the end of the night, you’ve both drifted apart. Throughout the night one of you will row back into the other’s arms, only to roll away again.

— Ichigo, Kisuke, Toshiro, Shinji, Renji, Bazz-B

Sleeps apart — from the start of your sleep to the end, you both lay on different ends of the bed. It’s not the either of you don’t like to cuddle, it’s just that you need space to roll around, so you don’t hit them, and they don’t need to be a victim of your moves.

— Byakuya, Ulquiorra, Ryuken, Aizen

Blanket Thief — you’ll go to sleep with the blanket wrapped heavenly around you and then wake up to the coldness biting your flesh in the middle of the night. When you look around for your blanket, wondering if it grew legs and ran away, you see them wrapped up, snuggling, in it. It’s impossible to yank it off them, so you just lay there in the cold.

— Grimmjow, Bazz-B, Gin, Kisuke, Renji, Ichigo

Sleep Talkers — they never stop once they start. They say the most ridiculous stuff ever. “Open the cupboard for the sugar to leave, help me find my sheep.” The hell. Sometimes you engage in the conversation with them just to hear them say more shit. Surprisingly, the conversation is actually good.

— Shunsui, Kisuke, Shinji, Bazz-B, Starrk, Askin, Gin, Uryu

— Zaraki, Ichigo, Bazz-B, Grimmjow

Sleep Fighters — look at this point, I’m sorry for you and I hope you survive the night with at least some sleep cuz you ain’t getting any. They require a warning. Unless you don’t mind sleeping on the floor when they kick you off. You’ll be catching their hands and feet all night, all over. At least take a few pointers from their moves, you might learn something.

Sleepwalkers — you’ll wake up to someone poking you, asking if you want some sugar in your tea while holding a powder bottle. When you look up, it’s them unconsciously walking about the house picking up items and rearranging them or sometimes, just sitting and staring off at God knows what. It quite alarming because you once woke up to them curled up and laughing on the staircase, holding a pot. What was the joke? I don’t even know.

— Askin, Shinji, Kisuke, Gin, Toshiro

Sleep laughers — so I know this one’s strange but lemme explain, sleep laughing does exist and sadly I’m proof, I used to do it. Like me, they’d wake up to themselves laughing from their slumber. We don’t even know what the hell the dream was about. It’s gone from our minds. Just know the dream was funny. It’s scary when you’re sleeping, and you hear laughing coming from next to you. The fuck? Not tonight satan.

— Shinji, Gin, Askin

Sleeping on top one another — the comfortable weight of either of your bodies resting on the other lulls you both to sleep gracefully. They enjoy this way of sleep with you. Arms sprawled out on either sides, legs encaged around theirs and they’re snoring lightly. The weight of either of you on each other’s chest seems to be just right. Pulling the sheets around you two, they’d wrap their arms and drift off to sleep.

— Starrk, Renji, Hisagi, Jugram, Zaraki, Shunsui, Hisagi

Sleeps straight on their back throughout the entire night and doesn’t move — are they dead? Are they crazy? Who the hell sleeps like that the entire night? They look so still. Are they moving? They’re not…breathing? Why aren’t they turning? You thought you were sleeping next to a dead the first time you woke up and turned to look at them. They were in the same spot and position you left them when you both fell asleep.

— Aizen, Ulquiorra, Ryuken, Yhwach, Jugram, Starrk, Toshiro

Heavy sleepers — the house could be burning, the earth could split open and sink the house, the dead could rise, or you could roll them off a cliff and they’d be fast asleep. There’s no hope left for you beside leaving them alone. They’ll wake up when they want to wake up.

— Starrk, Renji, Ichigo

Snorers — you’re doomed from start to end. Have earplugs on standby every night or sleep on the couch. You’re not gonna get sleep at all. They sound like a lawnmower. You can’t sleep through that. Sometimes you wonder if they’re mowing grass in their sleep.

— Shunsui, Zaraki, Grimmjow, Bazz-B

Sleeps in weird positions — you and I can’t comprehend half of the positions that they contort they bodies to sleep. Is that even comfortable? It doesn’t look so. Why is their head positioned like that? Do they want to break it? They’re also known to be able to sleep anywhere as well. Don’t be surprised if you wake up to them sleeping on their heads.

— Kisuke, Shinji, Grimmjow, Bazz-B

Doesn’t need sleep. Sleep is for the weak — this one is self-explanatory. Sleep? Who’s that? Don’t know them. Never heard of them. Don’t introduce me. I don’t need to go any further.

— Ulquiorra, Yhwach, Aizen

I don’t need sleep, I need answers — this one is also self-explanatory. They’re mostly the overthinkers who create and entire scenario or theory and because of this they can’t sleep, so they spend the whole night awake creating more scenarios and theories to answer their problems.

— Uryu, Byakuya, Kira, Kisuke, Aizen, Ryuken, Yhwach, Jugram, Ulquiorra, Grimmjow

If I can’t sleep, neither can you or I’ll wake the household — if they can’t sleep, it’s a you problem, seriously. You’re going to have to deal with their problem as well and no, they don’t take your negativity towards their problem lightly or as a response. We’re all in this together.

— Bazz-B, Shinji, Gin, Grimmjow, Kisuke

I can’t sleep, so I’ll drink to sleep — this is truly a quick and easy way to dreamland for them, the only problem is that they have to go through that drunk phase first—which clearly isn’t the best phase for them.

— Shunsui, Hisagi, Gin, Askin, Kira

Feed us some shinji smut (and angst) 😻😻😻🙏🙏🙏🙏😭😭😭😭

All I have now are wilted flowers.

Starring: Shinji Hirako x f!reader; Aizen Sosuke x f!reader (platonic relationship);

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, angst, betrayal, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, morally grey reader, turn back the pendolum arc, blood, manipulative reader, toxic behavior, psychological manipulation (Aizen vexing the reader), unhealthy codependency (the reader is deeply attached to Aizen);

Plot: looking back at your relationship with Captain Hirako, you could not help but ask yourself: was it ever really love, if the night your brother supposedly sacrificed him, you did not step in to save him?

Luscious, silky strands resembling the warm rays of the sun curtained you off from the rest of the world. His breath was labored, his jaw clenched and his slender fingers were digging into the tender flesh of your wrists with such a brutal force you would have not been surprised to spot crescent marks on them the following day. You drove him crazy. When you were around, the Captain of the Fifth Division stopped flaunting and dropped to his knees to worship every inch of your skin. You made him desperate for your attention.

And you loved it.

The formal power imbalance between you two was actually reversed. You were the fourth seat of his Division, he was your Captain, he should have held some kind of authority over you. Sadly, he did not. You had him wrapped around your finger, crawling to you like a madman, begging you for nights of passion in his chambers. You were his safe haven.

And now, as you let him smash his lips against yours, tongue lapping at your mouth to open it, you knew damn well who was in control between you two.

“You know, I can’t wait to replace your surname with mine. — he uttered, hands skimming down your abdomen to reach your core, pressed against his knee — Mrs. Hirako sounds pretty good, don’t you think?” he crooned, moaning at the sight of your juices leaking over his rotula. You were a sight to behold.

His words should have made your heart thrum in your chest. The man you loved had just revealed his intention to make you his wife. Too bad you had buried your feelings and humanity so deep in your chest you had no idea where that stupid organ, keeping you alive, was wallowing in despair. There had been a time in your life, when you had genuinely loved him. It did not cost you any effort flirting with Shinji, hanging out with him hours past the curfew to wait for the dawn together, sipping saké on the rooftop of the Fifth Division.

You had cherished your first kiss with devotion for months, you had rejoiced that he never forgot to send you a fresh bouquet of your favorite flowers at your dorm every Monday morning.

And then you had told your brother that you had fallen for your Captain.

Since that day, you had not been the same anymore. Your bond with Shinji was a strategical move. Sosuke had told you he was glad you had experimented such a strong feeling for someone but, for your own good, it would have been better if you guarded your heart from the pain of the future loss. Shinji Hirako, your Captain, your Shinji, had to die.

And, after leaving your brother’s office that evening, you had died too.

You did not share your brother’s thirst for power. Surely, however, you were terrified of losing him. If you did not partake to his plan, he would have probably risked his life. Choosing between your own flesh and blood and the man you loved broke you. Eventually, though, you chose to protect yourself. No more feelings, no more love. You could make the most of the time with Shinji without compromising your brother’s plan. You would have forced yourself to see the love of your life as a mission to accomplish.

And that fool in love did not notice anything off about you. When he kissed you, you melted in his arms the same way you did, when you first sealed your fate on his thin lips.

“Let me be on top” you suddenly whispered, shoving him off of you and flipping him over, watching him eagerly laying on his back.

Shinji did not protest, his hands gliding up your hipbones, cupping your waist to balance you on top of him with care. You took a hold of his cock, the tip leaking with precum, as you delicately rubbed your thumb over it, diligently smearing the translucent substance all around the pinkish head. How many times had you done that for him? Too many to count, but his reaction remained the same. He groaned, eyes rolling in the back of his skull, whilst he spasmodically buckled his hips up to get your attention.

He needed you and he would have needed you every single night of his life. As you pumped his shaft in your hand a couple of times, his half-lidded eyes locked with yours and, in that moment, you knew. You knew he would have always looked at you the same way he was doing now: enamoured.

He loved you. And he would have loved you forever, even if you were going to twist a dagger in his heart and push his rotting corpse in Hell, where Captains belonged.

You took a sharp intake of air, as you lined his cock to your entrance, gradually lowering yourself down to let his girth part your walls. Was there something real in what you were doing? Yes, there was. But you indoctrinated yourself with believing it was just physical pleasure. You were ensnaring your own senses in a bottle, tossing it far away for you to never be able to reach it again, to uncork it and breathe in the true essence of love you had been deprived of for years now, for the sake of your brother.

Shinji grunted, hands squeezing your ass as he watched you rotate your hips sensually above him. You were the gooddess he believed in, the only woman who had been able to rip his chest open and surgically remove his heart. How could he not trust you to look after it for him?

“What do you think?” he asked you, foreteeth sinking onto his bottom lip, when you set up a quicker pace, riding him as if you meant it. And maybe you did. Or maybe not. But how could he know you were not the same girl who had told him ‘I love you’, more than a decade ago, in a old hay loft you had found shelter from the rain in, or that you were not the shy, young girl who wrote little poems for him to read before falling asleep?

You moaned under your breath “About what?”.

“How does Mrs. Hirako sounds to you?”.

“Like a dream”.

He pushed himself up, pressing his forehead against yours, lips chasing your glossy ones in feverish kisses “Then marry me”.

You did not have a heart anymore. There was a hole where it was supposed to be, right? Then why did you almost feel that stupid organ skip a beat in your chest. You were better than that. You were not the type to fall for heartwretching words like these. You could not fall for Shinji Hirako, the goofy Captain of the Fifth Division, all over again.

You smiled against his lips, kissing him back, avoiding answering because it was easier to let him believe you were too emotional to say something else than shuddery breaths and moans. He did not let you rest, though. Shinji thrusted upwards, cutting your breath off, before sliding one arm around your waist to keep you firmly archored to him.

“Don’t you dare ignoring what I said” he rasped out, watching your mouth part in obscene cries of pleasure he was eliciting with his rough, steady thrusts, preventing you from moving freely. You were at your limit and he knew your body language. He was close too and you could see it in his eyes, pupils dilated, and in the way he hissed when you reached your climax.

“When? When should I marry you?”.

“Now”.

You chuckled, shaking your head tiredly “Don’t be ridiculous”.

He bit down softly on your jawline, nuzzling his nose down the curve of your neck “Then tonight. Meet me in my dream. I will make you my wife”.

When he suddenly pulled out of you, spilling his seed down on your belly, you wondered if he would have said the same thing again, had he be knowing what would have happened that night. But you could not care about it, not when telling him not to leave his barracks would have meant betraying Sosuke.

You kissed him, one last time, passionately, ignoring the lump in your throat when you provided him the only answer he had been anguishing to hear from you “I’ll be there”.

And you were there. Hair neatly combed, eyes clouded over in a mixture of apathy and dread, as you rested your hand on the hilt of your zanpakuto, you stared at the horizon in trepidation. They were coming. He was coming.

Everything was going according to your brother’s plan. Tosen was standing a few feet away from you, silent, as Sosuke and Gin approached you two. There was no need to say anything. His caramel eyes lingered on your face in pride, a faint smile gracing his lips to praise you for your service. You had worked hard for the sake of your brother’s plan. For a better future. You had proved yourself worthy to follow him, to be a member of his deranged, secret society. His docile, sweet sister, the little girl who always followed him around, who trusted him blindly in every decision he made, even when they lived in the Rukongai. Maybe, this was the reason why you had given up on your happiness to see Sosuke triumph over the system.

Sosuke had always been right. He had to be right this time too.

“I will leave him to you” Sosuke said then, before ambling off to hide himself, as soon as he heard fast footsteps approach the area. Then you felt it. Captain Hirako’s reiatsu, strong and comforting at the same time, rained down on you. You flash-stepped a few feet ahead, meeting your opponent midway, hand hastily unsheathing your blade and holding it upfront, the metal shining ominously underneath the moonlight.

When the Captain halted right in front of you, your grip on your sword intensified. Face to face, standing on opposing sides for the first time ever, you witnessed to the way fear contorted his face. Had you been summoned to investigate too? He could swear he had not heard your name leave Captain Yamamoto’s mouth. Not even your brother, his Lieutenant, had been sent to look for the missing members of the Ninth squad.

“What are you doing here?” he hesitated, but you did not flinch, or budge to reply. His words remained unheard. Shinji could not believe his eyes. Your silence was the unequivocal proof you were involved in whatever phenomenon was happening in the Soul Society.

Shinji straightned his back, hand reaching for his own weapon, but his movements seemed somewhat not as determined as they usually were during a fight.

He was used to handle ferocious Hollows and belligerent Ryokas, not you. Not his reason to be a better man. Nothing made sense. Not your cold eyes, your defensive stance, the droplets of dried blood on your cheekbone and clothes.

Where was his darling?

“Answer me!” he shouted, just as Lisa and the Captains of the Third and Seventh Divisions joined the battlefield with horrified and disortiented expressions plastered over their faces. Still, the broken one, the man having an existential crisis was Shinji. You were not close to the others, but you were close to him, you were his woman. The one he loved. You should have cared about his opinion on you.

At your refusal to dignify him with an explanation, he lost his mind. He charged towards you, eyes filled with sufferings, regrets, whilst he swung his sword towards you. Stepping aside, you let the Hollowfied Lieutenant of the Twelfth Divison clash with him.

A groan of pain, blood splattering on the ground, you watched your lover fall on his knees with a thud, hand clutching his injured shoulder. There were tears in his eyes, fury in the way he screamed up at the sky, desperate, as he watched his other companions being tossed around and knocked down by the former Captain and Lieutenant of the Ninth Division.

“Why?” the words were thrown at your face, his voice uncharacteristically raw, as you turned your back at him to leave space to your cunning brother. You did not want to answer. Mostly, because what you had done was unforgivable. Probably, if he knew who really were, he would have deemed you unlovable too. But this was a misconception. He wanted to understand, he demanded answers, he would have forgiven you, if only you gave him the chance to.

As a coward, though, all you did was looking up at the sky. A single tear running down your cheek as you left him for a century with words meant to torment you more than they did to him “I won’t apologize for having ruined your life. But I do hope that you won’t hate me forever”.

As if he would have been able to hate you at all.

When you headed back to your dorm that night, the first thing you set your eyes on were the flowers he had gifted you last Monday. Monday, right. What day was it again? Monday, the bloody, forsaken Monday. Everything had come to an end in a matter of hours. Those were the last flowers your beloved Captain had donated to you, to help you remind you of him, to be the symbol of your love, of your once flourishing feelings. What remained now of your love?

Nothing.

He had left you with nothing, but a bunch of wilted flowers that still smelt like him.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Your queen of angst is back. I have hurt my goofy potato, I’m sorry. Still, someone had asked for him to suffer and I have gladly delivered this. Hoping you have enjoyed the meal, I will wait for your feedback. Likes, comments and re-posts are appreciated!

Love,

Luce.

Credits for the dividers: @cafekitsune

Tags: @villainsrtasty @milapurr @suzanlucky @cloudyempress @pinguwuuuu @my-my-my @darthwhorecrux

I totally also did not follow the rules whatsoever. have been waaaaaay too scatterbrained lately (and every day tbh) to notice :P

have a million WIPS rn and have not been writing as much as i would like to lately. hoping that this inspires me to kick back into gear 🫶🏼 anyways, here is the same thing reposted :D

"What?" You continued to feign innocence, but your cheeks betrayed you, reddening further under your friend's knowing gaze.

"Bye Captain Hirako!" He mocked in a high-pitched voice, making himself laugh again.

"I did not sound like that!" You crossed your arms over your chest knowing that you did.

"You're blushing too. Do you have a crush on him or something?"

NO PRESSURE TAGS!!! I nominate @j-u-u-z-o and @soprawrites to participate! only if you're comfortable tho!

Because My ADHD brain doesn't read properly in the morning: Reblog with a spoiler or hook for your WIP with little to no context. The original post that I reblogged was supposed to be more like NO CONTEXT at all. I feel kinda bad about not paying attention and breaking the rules.

This seemed like a fun idea so I'm gonna start an original post made for longer blurbs that allow for a small bit of context.

If I tagged you in the last one, you can repost your response here.

Ok we'll try this again! @villainsrtasty @darthwhorecrux @whatshernameis

❤︎ catching the bleach men smelling your panties (smau) ❤︎

warning: smut, explicit content and language, 18+mdni

featuring: kenpachi zaraki, shunsui kyoraku, grimmjow jaegerjaquez, shinji hirako,mayuri kurotsuchi, kisuke urahara

Kenpachissluut 🩷

comments and reblogs appreciated 🩶

TW: fluffy smut <3 MINORS DNI

Having your first time with Satoru, and he's diffusing the tension by acting goofy, looking for ways to make you giggle while he undresses you and kisses along your body, all until he's sinking his big cock into your tight cunt. But you can hardly laugh when you feel the stretch and foreign pressure from the way he fills you up. You're whimpering brokenly and screwing your eyes shut, but Gojo knows when to get serious, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look at him.

"You have to breathe, sweetheart," he reminds you gently, smiling as he stills his movement. "Can you do that for me?"

"Mhm." You nod. He slowly starts to push into you again, and you're inhaling and exhaling, letting yourself feel all of him, however overwhelming and painful it might be.

He's watching you carefully, smiling almost proudly at how well you take him. "That's it," he coos, "that's my good girl."

Your heart swells with adoration for this silly, all-powerful man and the way he acts so tender with you. You never understood how special this was, the intimacy, the fullness, the oneness with someone you are so head over heels for, until now. The pressure starts to become less painful and more pleasurable. There's heat swirling in the pit of your stomach and this confusing, overwhelming feeling of not being able to take anymore but needing it all at the exact same time.

Satoru keeps checking in with you, and when you're telling him how good it feels and how you need more, your legs are over his shoulders, and he's completely pressed into you, drilling deep each time he thrusts into you. It feels so lewd, letting him fold you like this, watching your tits bounce and thighs shake. The pressure keeps building and your core and skin are on fire and you can hardly think coherent thoughts. It was absolutely euphoric, being so present in the moment like this, so peaceful letting your mind and body melt beneath him.

Gojo's relentless despite how he's almost as love drunk as you are. He's pounding into you hard and rhythmically, speeding up the closer you both get. The sounds he's making have you clenching hard around him, and you're whining and crying out sounds of your own. The pressure building in your core feels as if it's about to snap, and you're trying to get the words out to Satoru.

"I - I'm," you attempt. "I think I'm going to-"

"You're gonna cum?" Gojo sounds hopeful. He's a sweaty, groaning mess, but your admission fuels him, and he's brutally slamming into you now, encouraging you to let go. "Go on, baby, cum on my cock. I'm right here. It's okay."

And so you do. The pressure explodes. Your mind goes blank, on another plane of existence. Satoru's still moving for a moment longer, but he's jerky, erratic, and whimpering. You're both twitching against one another before he's falling against you, half-hazardously holding himself up so as not to crush you with the full weight of his body.

Catching your breaths, Satoru rolls to your side, pulling you against him, skin to skin. Your eyes flutter shut on their own accord as you snuggle into Satoru's chest, greedily inhaling his scent.

"You going to sleep on me?" He asks teasingly, murmuring into the side of your head. He presses a kiss into your temple while he's there.

"Mhmm." You muster just enough energy to nod. "Thank you, Satoru," you whisper to him. "Thank you for everything."

"Thank you? You never have to thank me, princess." He runs his fingers through your hair. "Just love me. I love you."

"I love you too."

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