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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”.

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.

The first time….

The faint gasp he unconsciously lets out when he sees you naked for the first time.

The throaty grunt he lets loose when he enters your pussy for the first time.

The involuntary groan that escapes his lips when you climax and clamp down his length for the first time.

The uncontrollable string of moans and chants that spill out with his cum, coating your walls with his warm thick seed for the first time.

The audible breaths against your ears, his warm cheeks pressed against yours as he recovers from his first release inside you.

hiii i was wondering if you could do some fluff maybe when they find out that ur having really bad period cramps and they try to comfort you or ur going through smth and they just comfort u over that anything along those lines tbh i would like if u included shunsui uryu kisuke and all the other men u usually write abt tbh :)

They would prioritise soothing your pain through physical touch—massaging your lower back, offering you a warm towel, letting you lie on their chest, and holding you close. They wouldn’t talk much unless you initiated it, but their presence would be soothing.

— Shunsui, Jushiro, Starrk, Hisagi, Shinji*

They’d go into full “take care of you” mode—bringing snacks, tea, painkillers, running a bath, fetching a hot water bottle, and fussing over you to make sure you don’t have to lift a finger. They’d probably ask if you want anything every five minutes.

— Renji, Ichigo, Bazz-B, Kisuke, Uryu*, Gin, Kira

Would take a more medical or rational approach—offering medication, making sure you’re hydrated, helping you into bed, checking your temperature if needed, and asking logical questions, with care and concern.

— Toshiro, Askin, Yhwach, Uryu*, Ryuken, Shinji*, Jugram, Aizen

They’d be confused or uncomfortable at first—not because they don’t care, but because they’re unsure what to do. Still, they’d try their best and take your lead, slowly figuring out how to comfort you in their own slightly clumsy but sweet way.

— Kenpachi, Grimmjow, Ulquiorra

The Last Petal

Shunsui x widow reader (Jushiro's wife)

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Warning and mental health TRIGGERS: Mention of alcohol, angst, reader was Jushiro’s wife, Shunsui taking advantage of vulnerable Reader, no explicit smut but mention of sleeping with Reader while she is confused, ptsd, concussion, confusion, denial, alcohol, alcoholism, despair, depression, mental health, grief, a sad cryptic ending.

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As we sit here under the dancing stars, sharing our last drink, promise me that you will take care of her. That is my last request, my friend. You owe me that much.    — Jushiro 

One month post-war.

You woke up, drenched in sweat and noticed a lumpy warm figure nuzzled beside you. You felt a heaviness in your chest. Although the dark, quiet room brought a sense of calm, the very darkness stirred your anxious soul.

Your husband laid still as if he was catching up on sleep. 

You had a dream. You dreamt of your husband finally breaking free of the curse that was his illness. The curse he never disclosed, even to his wife up until the peak moment of the war. The war that cost him his life and left you a widow. 

Yet, here he laid, on your bed as if the war was nothing but a nightmare, crafted from the trauma that continued to linger. While the dream you just had felt more real, the truth was, you had your realities confused. 

You press your head back down on the pillow, your mind numb and memories hazy. During the war, you had experienced a terrible blow to the head. A concussion that skewed all judgement— you could not think straight. Neither could he.

You closed your eyes, your head was spinning and your ears were ringing. That ringing had never left you, as if it echoed the screams of soldiers consumed by the war. 

From within those screams, a faint sound of snoring comes beside you. Your husband never was the one to snore. He suffered from chronic insomnia because of his illness and he never slept so peacefully. But now that he broke free from the curse, he could rest in peace.

You suffered from short-term memory loss and post-concussion syndrome. Every day felt like a dream as you walked around with a constant headache, tinnitus and tunnel vision. 

Your head was spinning and memories from last night were fragmented, like your heart. Even now, you couldn't tell if you were awake or dreaming. Your brain could not distinguish between the two.

Your body was sore but not because of the injuries you sustained from the war. You felt a warmth between your legs that spread upwards towards your core and up your chest, finally wrapping around your heart and giving it a firm squeeze. Panic was slowly brewing. You clench your chest as if you are grabbing for your racing heart, trying to rip it out of your chest as guilt slowly drains your vigour. Why was there guilt and this overwhelming sense of dread? You didn't do anything wrong. Did you?

With your heart thumping theatrically in your rib cage, you extend out your hand, hoping to feel your fingers glide through his silky but fragile strands of white hair. But alas, your hands grab onto coarse locks of messy loose curls. You could not see the colour because the room was dark. 

You did not need the light to notice the lack of radiance. Your husband's hair had a shine that grabbed you from the darkness and guided you towards the light. The hair you had grasped was dark, thick and dull— just like his heart.

You felt a wave of nausea surge through you like an unstoppable storm. You covered your mouth, finding it impossible to contain that involuntary gasp that stirred up the sleeping man beside you— the man who had claimed the space where your late husband once slept. 

“No! No! No!” came your trembling denial. 

Your brain came up with inexcusable excuses, a desperate desire to justify your current sleeping arrangement.

He must have decided to give me company last night after we visited the graves. Why was I at the cemetery? Whose grave was I visiting? Where is my husband, Jushiro? 

Shunsui sensed the turmoil that disturbed your grieving soul. He woke up, his eyelids heavy with sleep as not much sleep was granted last night. He had a few drinks to numb the sorrow and now his mind was buzzing from the aftermath. He also felt a wave of nausea which he quickly swallowed down as his pride was at stake.

He studied your face in the dark, his night vision a lot sharper than yours. He saw the dreadful shock etched across your face. He shuffled, slowly sitting up, revealing his bare chest glistening with night sweats. It was warm in your room. He was warm. But your husband was always cold. 

Although warm, a shocking chill ran through your sweaty body. The nausea still lingered but there was no rush to get to the nearest bathroom. You slowly grabbed the blanket and pulled it closer to your body and up to your neck. He sat still, his face calm—satisfied, unapologetic. However, he had to choose his words carefully. He understood he was treading on thin ice, and it wouldn’t take much to crack you.

“Good morning, Petal. You look restless. What disturbs your sleep? Another nightmare?” came his soothing but groggy whisper. 

Why did he have to speak? It made this dream all so real.

“Where is my husband?”, you asked, gathering more of the blanket around you to shield yourself.

“Oh my dear, you know where he is. We visited him last night”, he patiently reminded you. He kept a distance between you, hoping you would slowly recall last night's event, sparing him the need to explain his actions. 

“Why are you in my bed? I know this is a dream but still. Please get my husband. Ouch”, you whinced and grabbed your temples when a sharp pain pierced through your skull. These daily ice-pick headaches were relentless, never granting you a moment of ease.

Shunsui reached out with his hand to comfort you, a look of pity in his tired eyes, which even in the dark you could spot that familiar soft gaze. His fingertips barely grazed over the skin of your forearm that tightly clenched onto the blanket to preserve your dignity. You did not hesitate to smack his hand away. 

“My dear. You know exactly where your husband is. Please just settle down”. He tried to comfort your anxious mind but you pushed him away.

You refuse to face reality. “Can you just go”, you begged him with your eyes all the while fighting back tears. You couldn't stand being around him. Yet, you were the one who came to him seeking comfort. 

Shunsui wanted to ease your mind and make you aware that nothing happened last night. Emotions were high and after a couple of drinks, things would have progressed very quickly. Luckily, Shunsui couldn't get it up. And so a crisis was diverted all the while you sobbed in his chest, celebrating the one-month anniversary of the departure of your dear late husband. 

As soon as he opened his mouth to explain last night, you burst into tears. 

“Just get out!” you shouted when he made another attempt to comfort you. 

Shunsui stayed silent. He didn’t want to fracture you any more than you already were.

He got up and gathered his belongings off the floor. He headed towards the bathroom to quickly clean up while you sank back under the blankets, waiting for this nightmare to end.

——

Many of the survivors were reassigned to different squads to help maintain balance (both in power and numbers) within the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. Previously, you were in squad 10. Now you were under the direct watch of the Head Captain himself. He even promoted you so he could casually bump into you more often. Your well-being had concerned him. It had become an unhealthy obsession that even Nanao couldn't ignore.

“Give her some space. You are smothering her”, said the co-lieutenant while dropping a bunch of heavy registers on his desk.

“I can't let her drown in her sorrows”, he replied. While working on the grim task of going through the names of casualties so he could officially register them as deceased, he decided to replace his morning tea with alcohol. That had become his daily morning gloomy routine. 

“It seems the one drowning in sorrow is you”. Nanao didn't pity the man. She knew he was stronger than this. Alcohol was his way of grieving. But as the Head Captain, he did not have the luxury to grieve. 

“Take my advice”, Nanao paused for a second at the door before her departure. “Don't do anything that would have Captain Ukitake turn in his grave”.

Once Nanao left, he reached for a folded parchment that was tucked away neatly in his pants.

“Turn in his grave, you say? I think we are way past that now, Nanao”. 

——-

Later that day, you were spotted outside, sweeping away rubble from fallen buildings. A mindless task for you as you cannot focus on anything else meaningful. Not that cleaning up wasn't meaningful. Everyone had to pitch in and do at least 4 hours of manual labour every day to help restore Seireitei to its former glory. 

With each stroke of your wooden broom, your mind actively wanders to dark places. A pit of despair awaits you and you get pulled in towards the center. You try to scream but the void creates no sound. You are lost in the darkness of it all. Not a single light shines to guide your soul out of the darkness. And as all hope is lost, you notice a small pink flower petal fall towards you. You extend out your hand, trying to grab the single petal that so gracefully dances like a snowflake. And as you close your fist around it, you open your eyes and find yourself holding onto the pink kimono draped around his shoulders. 

“There she is. You had me worried there for a moment, princess. Are you alright?”

You glanced up at him with a glossy gaze, unsure what had transpired. One moment you were sweeping—then suddenly, you were swallowed by darkness.

You let go of his clothes and he grabbed the broom out of your hand. You had zoned out for a few minutes and were inattentively sweeping the same spot over and over again. 

“You shouldn't be doing any physical labour. That is why I gave you an officer’s position”, Shunsui said.

“Regardless of your position, you are still required to pitch in on the efforts to restore the Soul Society. Captains and Head Captains are also not exempt from this civil duty”, you explained, still shaken up from what you had experienced. 

“And the injured are exempt. That includes me”, he joked while pointing to his eye patch, although the man never needed any valid excuse to be lazy.

“I have no physical injuries”, you argued.

“Exactly. No physical injuries that we can see. But your heart is still injured”. He set the broom aside against a giant boulder and took a step towards you. His hand rested under your chin and he ran the padding of his thumb across your quivering bottom lip. “Let me personally tend to that wound”. 

Your body is frozen. His warm touch is comforting and you seek for more. You desperately want to cling to him so you don't fall back down into despair. 

Fortunately, no one was around to witness the shameless display of disloyalty— a betrayal by his best friend and his wife. It was only a matter of time before he captured your lips, your sweet soft lips that pulled him out of his own pit of despair. 

You had no willpower to push him away. Instead, you deepen the kiss by wrapping your arms around his neck to anchor him down. You did not want that petal to be picked up by the wind and blown away.

Both surrender to passion, searching desperately for solace. It is the familiarity that pushes you onwards. You are reminded of the day when you first met him. It was before you met your late husband, Jushiro. 

-flashback-

Once upon a time, a few centuries ago, you had gifted your heart to Shunsui. But then he introduced you to his best friend, Jushiro. Well, one look at the angel had you instantly fall in love. 

Unbeknownst to you, for years, Jushiro felt the guilt of stealing his best friend's woman. But Shunsui played it cool as if you were just another woman and a short fling. You thought the same, given his well-known reputation.

But the truth was, Shunsui never got past you. You stole his heart and shattered it the day you married his best friend. Given Shunsui's calm demeanour, he made it seem like it never bothered him. But Jushiro could see the pain he caused his friend. 

And that last night they spent together under the stars, the crickets played one last song as old friends reminisced over aged sake. Jushiro gave Shunsui a handwritten letter addressed to his wife and also returned the heart he had previously stolen. 

————

Shunsui hands you that letter. You recognize your husband's writing. It wrenches your heart, knowing this was the last message he had for you. 

My dear wife, 

I hope by the time you find this letter, you have finished mourning for me. 

For years, I have hidden this dark secret from my beloved, shielding her from the evil that plagues this world. But now, I can no longer offer her that protection.

And so, I pass on my duty to my dear old friend. But knowing him, he’s likely already made a mess of things. Forgive him, if you can—grace is not his strong suit and his reputation precedes him.

If you must hate anyone, hate me, the man who could not fulfill his duty to protect his wife. Bear no ill will to the man who only wishes to protect his delicate flower. The flower he once plucked but was selfishly stolen from within his tight grasp. He should have held onto that flower tighter. 

And now he shall.

Always keep me in your heart but never let it be a burden.

Your loving husband, 

— Jushiro 

You felt your heart slowly settling. Listening to your husband's poetic words in your head gives you a sense of calmness. But it also made his death more tangible. It was a reminder that he was truly gone from this world and his soul probably began its next journey ahead. 

You reach into your pocket and for a moment he foolishly thought you were about to hand him your house keys.

Instead, you present him with a letter of your own. He quietly reads the words that are not as poetic as your husband's and reopens unseen wounds from the past.

Nevertheless, he ignores the heartache and wears that familiar, deceitful smile. The same nonchalant smile that cost him his love once before.

“Is that what you want, petal?” he confirmed once he read through the letter twice. 

“Yes”. You stood firm in your decision, unmoved by his earlier attempts to charm you.

“Very well. I'll see through it immediately”. 

Your request to be reassigned to your previous squad was approved. 

What you requested was distance and time away from him— both necessary to heal your heart and soul.

But at what cost?

The pink flower, whose delicate petals once saved you from despair, refused to blossom once more. And thus, with time, the flower slowly withers away, leaving wilted grey petals along its path.

SHINJIIIII IM READY TO GET PUNISHED

🍭 Warning: Messy smut of all kind. Sorry. A lot of oral and pussy eating. nsfw.

🍭 Sensually and suggestively sucking on a lollipop during the squad meeting and making eye contact with him the entire time as you stand at the back of the crowd.

🍭 Victims: Kenpachi, Shunsui, Byakuya, Kensei, Shinji, Mayuri, Rose

Post-meeting briefing below.

Kenpachi: Shoves the taunting lollipop up your pussy, twirling it around and making sure the sugary sticky syrup thoroughly coats your inner walls before pulling it out and shoving his face between your thighs. He loves his sweets and he loves a sweet dripping pussy. As he is devouring his sweet fountain, he slaps your clit with the round hard candy, forcing you to cum and squirt a sweet release all over his face. A sticky mess you have made on his empty desk. But not to worries. That is the only purpose of that desk that usually sits abandoned in his office.

Shunsui: Shunsui is a very patient man. He waits till the evening to give you exactly what you want— a taste of his cock. He reclines back against a wall while lounging on the porch, sipping away on some sake, the nightly breeze lifts up his spirit. Sucking and slurping sound pollutes the peaceful night. With your head resting on his lap, your lips are wrapped and sealed around his cock. In his other hand he holds a lollipop, offering it to you as a treat every so often to cleanse your palate in-between.

Byakuya: He isn't impressed with your antics. You give him a headache in more than one place. And so to ease that headache, he takes you to his private office and orders you to get on your knees. He pulls out his achy head from his pants and you quickly kiss the tip and all along the veiny length, mimicking your previous actions. He gathers a bunch of your hair and tugs on your head, guiding you to where you belong. Keeping your head in place, he uses your mouth as a massager, your gags and chokes constricting your throat and milking his cock. Eventually his headache is gone and you leave his office with a mouthful of delight.

Kensei: Lays on the office floor and pulls you ontop of him and 69’s your greedy ass. You suck on his hard throbbing cock that slaps your lips, eagerly taking responsibility for your actions. Using his powerful jaw muscles, he pulls the hard round candy off from the stick. With the candy in his mouth, he spits and shoves the spherical treat between your folds, thrusting his tongue to push it deep within the depths of your pulsating walls. And for the next hour he tries to lick and dig, aiming to get the candy smaller and smaller until it’s reduced to nothing but a soup of sticky arousal trickling down your tired twitching hole.

Shinji: He grabs the lollipop from your mouth once the meeting is over and sticks it between his teeth. While sucking on the candy, he spins you around and bends you over on top of his desk. His dick is ready to punish you. Pounding you from behind at a steady pace, he slaps your ass everytime you let out a moan, reminding you that this is a punishment that you should not be enjoying. He picks up the pace, still sucking away on that cursed lollipop that had him almost cream his pants during the meeting. Finally reaching his peak, he fills you up with his warm seed while something thick and gooey fills up his mouth. A surprise sour gush filling has him making a face mid-orgasm.

Mayuri: Of course your teases have no effect on him. However, he must put you in your place considering how you were not paying attention during the meeting. Once the meeting ends, he calls you in his office for a routine medical checkup. During the examination, he pushes a thicker cylindrical-shaped lollipop up your sex and uses Kido so you cannot pull it out of your hole until it naturally melts with your body heat. Which means you cannot sit down on your ass the entire day as it would unexpectedly stimulate those deep sweet spots, sweeter than candy itself.

How long does it take for it to melt? 36 hours of standing and walking around with icky sticky thighs.

Rose: It wasn't your actions but sounds you made that got to him. Sucking wet sounds tickled his ears while he ran through the meeting. Only be could hear you. Only he was subjected to your torturous tease. He tried to maintain his composure and once he had you all to himself, he unleashed his creativity. He had you blindfolded and nose pinched so you could rely only on the sounds and tastes. No sight. No scent. No touch as your hands were tied up. He had you tasting different flavours and textures of candy. You had to make a guess on the flavours that excited your taste buds. Everytime you were incorrect, he would turn up the dial of the vibrator that was stuffed up your hole. The intensity had reached 90%. Drool was trickling down your chin along with a mixture of all the sweets he had you tasting. With the grand finale pushing past your mouth and stretching your lips wide, you taste the most favorable and familiar flavor of them all. Your reward? A mouthful of cream.