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I know in the past I’ve wrote some stuff… and something happen that I’m giving it a second try coz I need it, but yesterday when I was about to post the first thing like chapter I had ready, I froze, I’m scared and idk what to do, I feel is terrible and cringe and horribly written that no one will read… and I’m spiraling none stop, still writing coz I have a lot in my head… but I feel overwhelmed.
Maybe eventually I will post it… maybe will just stay on my pc forever, I was hoping a friend could read it but she is kinda MIA atm so GG for me…
Bleach has ruined me in so many ways recently send help plz
nsfw. shunsui and renji fight for a place between your thighs.
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shunsui has your legs spread as far as possible, his broad form filling the space between them with a casual confidence that nearly borders on intimidating—if not for the easy grin resting on his lips. his captain’s haori is draped haphazardly across his shoulders: a symbol of unspoken dominance.
“captain kyōraku?” renji speaks up from behind the eighth division commander, although his train of thought is promptly derailed at the view of your pussy, glistening and dripping under the two men’s lustful eyes. “could...could i taste her first? please?”
slowly, shunsui blinks, then casts a swift and somewhat pitiful glance over his shoulder at the squad six lieutenant. “what was that, renji? i’m not a good listener when men are talking.”
“nothing, sir,” renji mumbles dejectedly.
shunsui flashes you a smirk, then dips his head to lick a torturously slow stripe over your pulsating hole, hands finding purchase on your thighs. he savours every drop of your slick on his tongue like it’s his salvation. finding your swollen clit, he swipes at it with deft fingers, your moans and eagerness fuelling his actions. you grip his hair and cry out, body taut, weak as your orgasm washes over you so suddenly—but he refuses to stop. refutes your begging with a grin against your folds and a mean pinch on your sensitive nub.
through the blur of your tears, you notice renji standing rigid with his jaw slack and one hand in his shihakushō. he meets your gaze, groans, and you witness something in him snap. no longer a lieutenant beneath a captain: now, a man with an aim that defies the respect he should show his superiors. firmly, he shoves shunsui aside, and takes his place in the space he previously occupied.
“weren’t you taught to not bother a man when he’s eating?” he’s clearly amused, impressed by the younger man’s audacity. “didn’t know you had it in you...”
renji ignores him, disallowing this opportunity to be wasted.
hungrily, he dives right in; scandalous slurps and squelches fill the room. aided by your release, his fingers rapidly pump in and out with his tongue in tandem. you feel so full it overwhelms you, so you attempt to squirm away, sobbing. however, through the haze of overstimulation, you feel shunsui’s reassuring hand rest on your thigh—softly pinning you down.
“don’t run from it. you deserve to feel good.”
when you cum again, you’re unable to stop the moans and ‘thank you’s slipping past your lips. renji and shunsui are just blurs in your vision before you succumb to exhaustion—the pleasure they provided heavy on your mind as everything fades to black.
nsfw. shunsui and jūshirō join you in the hot springs.
requested.
the expanse of hot water is spacious—clouds of steam rising from its clear surface—yet you are crowded by a captain pressing themself into each of your sides. jūshirō carefully brushes your hair behind your ear, murmuring about how pretty you glow in the setting sun. shunsui gently tugs at the towel obscuring your body, asking you to take it off. to let them see you.
it doesn’t take long for you to give in.
“that’s our girl,” shunsui grins lazily, discarding his own soaked towel alongside yours and his best friend’s. he’s already half hard just from verbally teasing you and watching your reactions.
their muscular thighs trap you between their bodies; you’re unable and unwilling to resist their advances. jūshirō finds his hand breaching the surface, water rippling as he caresses your stomach and thighs, before settling on your mound—his touch ghosting near where you need him most. he delivers a tap to the area and you jolt, much to his amusement. his eyes darken when he inserts a finger inside your hole and you exhale shakily, involuntarily clenching around him.
he grips your hip with his free hand and tells you: “you can take another.” he turns to the broader man, who’s eyes are drinking in your scrunched up face and heaving chest. “she’s so tight, shunsui—so greedy for just one finger.” as he speaks, he slips a second one in with no resistance, your pussy complying to accommodate him.
“i bet,” shunsui says. “sounds so pretty taking them, too.”
he finds the pulse point on your neck and sucks harshly, his brown hair—limp and damp from the steam—tickles your skin. his lips trail wetly to your jaw before they finally meet yours. instantly, you submit to his dominating presence, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth and his teeth to tug and graze your lips. he relishes in swallowing your little cries as jūshirō thrusts his fingers in and out of your hole in rapid motions.
you pull away, gasping for air. “w-wanna cum. please?”
jūshirō groans. “such a good girl, asking like that.” his irises are swallowed completely by his pupils. “touch us first. feel what you’ve done—feel what you’re going to help us with once you’ve finished all over my fingers.”
eyes closed in bliss and head slumped into the crook of shunsui’s neck, your grip moves from their arms to their fully erect lengths submerged in the water—angry and hot and pulsing in your grip, almost in sync with your twitching clit. they both sigh simultaneously as you squeeze their bases and stroke them, thumbs rubbing circles on their tips. shunsui rewards your obedience with a finger on your untouched clit. he rubs slow circles contrasting with jūshirō’s quick movements. your eyes fly open at the extra stimulation and he chuckles in your ear.
“yeah, you like that? you like having two captains spoil you?”
“yes,” you admit breathily, trembling hands still fisting their lengthy cocks. “gonna cum now. can’t help it…”
“that’s okay. let go,” shunsui encourages.
jūshirō plants a kiss on your forehead as you shudder through your orgasm. meanwhile, shunsui securely wraps an arm around you to stop your weakened body from slipping beneath the surface. your moans ricochet off the water and echo in their ears like an erotic melody.
there’s a silent exchange of glances—a smirk and a grin—and you find yourself leaning against jūshirō’s chest as shunsui spreads your trembling legs wide. he slaps his heavy cock twice on your puffy folds, then slowly eases just the tip in.
A happier ending to my previous mini fic Die with a smile, found here. In this one, reader doesn't die!
Content warning: Hurt and comfort, some fluff, lots of crying.
Word count: 601
The war was finally over… Yhwach was finally defeated.The soul reapers that somehow survived rejoiced, hugging and crying in each other’s arms as they realised their nightmare was over. Shunsui sighed heavily. With the adrenaline still in his veins he quick stepped back to Squad 4, his one mission was to find you. It was an easy task locating you. You were hugging Isane tightly as she sobbed into your shoulder, thanking all the forces in the universe it was over.You looked up, gasping as your eyes locked with Shunsui’s.
Isane noticed your gasp, looking at where you stared before letting go.
“H-Head Captain!” Isane sighed happily through her tears. You stood there silently, mouth slightly agape as Shunsui was standing only a few feet away. The cheering of the other Squad 4 shinigami seemed to die down, the world melting away as you stood still. Shunsui was alright. Exhausted and battered but alright. You hesitantly took a step. Then another. Then began running towards him. Your fiance held out his arms as he too stepped closer. Your arms wrapped around his neck, gripping his bloodied and tattered kimono like a lifeline. The force of your hug sent you both flying to the ground. But neither of you cared. Shunsui’s muscular arms held you close to his chest. His grip was firm, almost crushing. You buried your face into his neck as he followed suit into yours. You stayed silent as tears began forming. Relief washed over you two as you held each.
“You’re alive. Thank goodness you’re alive. I-I was so scared.” You managed between sobs. Hot tears hit his neck and haori.
“I was scared too, petal.” Shunsui mumbled against your neck as a large hand stroked your back soothingly. The smell of blood, sweat and dirt radiated off of him. Yet there was still the subtle sandalwood and jasmine he always smelt of underneath it all.
“I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had lost you.” He continued before pulling away a fraction to look at your face. His eyes were red as a single tear fell down his cheek.
In all your decades of knowing him, he’d never been the type to cry easily. You’d seen it once before but this was different. Your hands cupped his face, thumb gently wiping the tear. Shunsui weakly rubbed his cheek against your hand. The feeling of his stubble against your palm was almost ticklish. He pressed a kiss to your palm before closing his eyes and releasing another shaky sigh. You could feel the gentle shake of his body. His heart pounded in his chest.
“Shun…” You whispered. You kissed his forehead before pulling him back into a tight embrace.
“It’s over… The Soul society is finally safe. You’re safe.” He mumbled over and over again into your neck. It was like a mantra that helped slow his speeding heart.
“I’m here, love. I’m not going anywhere.” You mumbled back as you gently stroked his back. With each stroke you could feel every battle scar and every tense muscle even between his many layers.
You sighed and pulled back again after what felt like an eternity of bliss in his arms. You reached down your shihakusho and brought up the blue hairpin he gave you before. Shunsui’s breath hitched.
“I still have it.” You said, a smile cracking the side of your lips. Seeing your smile made the ghost of a smile appear on Shunsui’s.
“Once we’re back to normal, you’re gonna be my wife.” He mumbled before placing a gentle peck to your lips.
• Every afternoon, you and Shunsui would open the doors of your room for the soft breeze to dance in, and you proceed to lie down on top of him as you take a nap.
“Where is he…” you mumble, seeing as he's unusually late to the late noon nap. You sigh as you follow his spiritual energy around the long road of the serietei, your frown growing deeper as you walk farther.
“Shunsui?” You call out, standing in the middle of an empty grass field. You barely have time to register his presence behind you before his arm is around your waist, lifting and taking you away.
You squeal in surprise, hands immediately wrapping around the arm on your front. In a second, you find yourself standing around a field of Sakura trees, with your beloved quietly beside you.
Shunsui watched the shimmer in your eyes and awe on your pretty face, a soft smile making its way to his lips. “Nap?” He asks, and you giggle as you turn to look at him. It was indeed, a perfect place for napping. “But, isn't the sun a bit too bright?” You ask, tilting your head to the side as you look up at him. Shunsui takes his hat off with one hand, and pulls you to him with the other as he falls to the grass.
“I got you, petal.” He assures, placing his hat on your head and keeping his hand there, whilst the other stays curled around your middle.
• Shunsui is a very impassive man, but even to that, there's a limit.
It has been a long day for him, from meetings to trainings, and he wanted nothing more than to go home to you. However, just on his way back, Shunsui's heart almost drops to his feet at the sensation of fear within your spiritual energy.
One sonido step and he's behind the barracks where you are, surrounded by two lowly shinigamis who don't seem to withhold the ability to define boundaries nor personal space.
“Do we have a problem here, gentlemen?” Their legs wobble like TV static, their tongues too heavy in their throats. “T-taichou, we were just hanging out with her.” Their voices are simmered down, almost a whisper. “It looks to me like you're making my girl uncomfortable,” his face is stoic, completely void of expression.
“We would never—” “But you were,” you answer, taking heart in his presence. “I'm an officer who's just beneath a promotion to a possible lieutenant, I can—” “A dead man can do nothing,” Shunsui's statement makes you shiver down to your bones.
Instantly, the two men vanish from your sight, and the relief has you falling to your knees. Or rather, almost falling. But he's got you. He's got you and his hands immediately grab your arms to lift you up.
“It's okay, my love, they can't hurt you.” The tension parts from you as he hugs you to his broad build that you find comfort in; smelling like Sakura and home.
As soon as you fall asleep nestled in his arms that night, Shunsui gently untangles himself from you and quietly leaves the room. He makes sure those two low lives remember what happens to whoever dares touch you.
• There's nothing that Shunsui loves more than teasing you, and quite frankly, he's good at it.
After the battle with Aizen, the sight of Shunsui's wounds has tears swelling up in your eyes. Your hands tremble as they come up to touch him as he's lying down while getting treated.
“Whatchu crying for, petal?” You sob even harder, your vision almost blemishing wholly. “I never thought I might lose you,” you say between hiccups. Shunsui starts chuckling as his hand reaches up to cradle your face.
“Why are you even laughing?!” You yell as you smack his shoulder unconsciously. Shunsui groans and shuts his eyes, which has your hands flying to your mouth as you start muttering apologies.
“Oh no! Oh no, oh dear. Oh, crap. I'm sorry, I didn't even—” you pause, your sentence cut short by his hard laughing. “You know what Shunsui? Die!” You say as you turn around to leave. But he's grabbing your hand quickly, pulling you back and twisting it behind your back.
“You're going to leave me wounded and alone?” The pout on his face looks so enticingly slap-able, but you try your best to remain calm. “You seem to be fine, seeing as you're joking and locking my arm behind my back effortlessly.” You snare, which has him chuckling.
“Is that so? But I'm truly in pain.” His brows furrow, in an attempt to give you the glassiest puppy eyes possible. “Oh piss off!” You push at his side, and this time the noises of pain sound genuine.
“I'M SORRY!” You yell, while he lets go of your wrist to hold his aching side. “It's okay petal, stop apolog— oof that hurts,” He huffs. “You're going to be the death of me,” you say in defeat before rushing down the hallway to find Unohana.
• For such a big and authoritative man, Kyoraku Shunsui is a very clingy man.
“I have training,” You try to reason, hands miserably failing at pushing him off you. “But I'm your captain,” his words are mushy, half his face squished on your tummy. “You've canceled the training the past two days Shunsui,” you try to reason, but he doesn't seem to budge.
“Have you heard the saying, 'Third time's a charm'?” You can't help but giggle at the question. “I heard Rukia-Chan saying it the other day, it's a very common human saying.” Shunsui looks up at you as he hears you sigh, hoping he won you over.
“No… No. I'm not giving in to this. We can spend time together after I'm done.” You promise, but Shunsui turns a deaf ear to your words. He simply yawns and nestles his face more comfortably into the flesh of your tummy.
“Seriously. I'll tell Yama-taichou.” He simply chuckles at your threat. “That's if you can get out of my arms first,” the easiness of his response that displays security in himself makes you blush…and well, you give in.
• Shunsui's inner poet emerges to the surface from the shadows, whenever alcohol seeps into his system.
“Your eyes, your eyes smile my lovely petal, did you know that?” He asks in surprise, your face squishes between his large palms. “I think I was enamored by you before I saw you,” his voice is unsteady, drunk as it gets.
“How ij jat poshible,” your words are barely comprehensive, considering you looked like a duck. Shunsui smiles, this oddly attractive drunken smile, and he has this sleepy love-sick look in his grey eyes. “I was walking with Ukitake, and we were walking, walking, and walking,” his hands leave your face, instead making random gestures as he narrates the story.
“Then, the weirdest thing happened,” his eyebrows lift, and you're now intrigued more than ever, inching closer as if this will make him talk faster. “What's the thing?” You ask curiously.
“I heard you laugh,” he says before starting to laugh too. “Why did you have such a sweet laugh? I'm not a man who blushes, but I blushed!” He exclaims, like he's a lawyer demanding the judge to be righteous.
“Ukitake still teases me about it, and it's all your fault,” Shunsui shakes his head. “Shunsui?” You call, and he lifts his head to look at your face. “Stop that,” he says, hand covering his eyes. “Stop what?” You blink confused.
“Stop being beautiful, I can't be falling for you again,” you laugh, and it has his pupils zooming out in astonishment. “I love that laugh,” he points at you, a drunken smile on his lips. “And I love you,” the poor man lowers his hat down to his face wordlessly, as his other hand rests over his heart.
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