Yūgen

tojji is leaned back on the couch with one leg stretched out, elbow resting on the armrest like he owns the air in the room while shiu stands near the kitchen counter going through something on his phone with the expression of a man already regretting showing up.

"you really gonna sit there and tell me thats the cut," shiu says, not even looking up.

tojii clicks his tongue. "aint no tellin. it is the cut."

shiu sighs, already having had enough of toji. the damn guy was too stubborn. but before he can respond, the bedroom door opens.

you shuffle out first, all soft and sweet in your house clothes, smiling softly at both of the men. you spot toji immediately and your whole face changes, expression melting into something warm and familiar.

"..hello," you mumble quietly. your voice is quiet, sweet, still thick with sleep. tojis entire posture changes instantly like someone just reached over and rewired him.

"baby," he rasps.

his shoulders drop a fraction, jaw unclenching, eyes flicking over to you like youre the only thing in the apartment that matters. the scowl doesnt disappear completely, it never does, but it turns lazy.

"sleepin all day again," he mutters, but theres no real bite in it.

you ignore that completely and pad straight over, bare feet quiet against the floor, stopping right in front of him like its second nature. your hands come up immediately, smoothing down the front of his wrinkled t shirt.

after that, you lean up and press a quick kiss to his temple. toji exhales through his nose, something almost pleased passing over his face for half a second before he settles back again, letting you fuss over him without complaint.

tojis hand tightened at your waist immediately, and before you could step back he shifted in his chair, tilting his head slightly toward you as if deciding something without saying it. his grip guided you closer, and then he pulled you down and gave you one of those big fat kisses he loves.

he held you there between his hands while he kissed you properly, calm and heavy and entirely unconcerned with the fact that this was happening in front of an audience, his eyes flicked over to shiu, definetly showing off his wife, giving shiu a look that says 'yeah, look at her. thats my wife.'

when he finally pulled back, it was only by a fraction, your face still close, his thumb brushing once at your cheek like he was finishing something he started.

shiu watched all of this in silence, giving toji a flat look. you finally glance over at shiu, polite as ever even though you lowkey just made out with your husband in front of his best friend.

"hi," you say softly, and shiu nods once. "morning," he replies.

you stay there a second longer, then gently pat tojis chest like youre confirming hes still in one piece before shifting away again, drifting back toward the hallway.

"would you like some tea?" you ask, voice still gentle, shiu opens his mouth, but youre already gone again, disappearing toward the kitchen like you werent just the center of attention for a whole minute.

shiu slowly turns his head toward toji, and toji is still leaning back, looking way too comfortable for a man who was just arguing about money five seconds ago, one hand loosely hanging over the armrest like nothing in the world could possibly stress him out right now.

shiu stares at him for a beat longer and then exhales through his nose.

"youre a lucky bastard,” he mutters.

tojis mouth twitches like hes been waiting for that exact sentence his whole life.

"i know," he says simply, stretching slightly like hes got nowhere to be and all the time in the world. "aint she cute?"

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SEIROKU SAKAMOTO 清六 坂本

NIJUSSEIKI DENKI MOKUROKU: EUREKA・EVRIKA (2026)

Hiya anon! Not rude at all 💙 I appreciate the love and that we have different hc/theories/takes!

All that being said...

??? DUDE HE'S SO SMALL WHAT. ONLY 3 APPLES TALL 💔💔💔

HE FORGOT THE FUCKING NECKLACE I KNEW IT 🤦🤦🤦🤦🤦🤦

The way every panel Zanka is in avoids showing her eyes...and Riyo takes a glance at her. She wants to comfort her or at least talk to her but has no idea how to go about it. I feel like that's usually Enjin's job, but with him healing up in the hospital, I think Riyo has the understanding that the role "should" naturally fall onto her. But she's completely out of her depth. All they can do is suffer in silence

RIYO LOOKS SO SAD FUCKKKK MYMO ILL FUCKING GET YOU MYMO ILL KILL YOU ILL KILL YOU THIS MOTHERFUCKER GOT ME FUCKED UP

Dude.

BUNDUS IS BACK!!! All those predictions of him just biding his time until he can snatch the necklace was right...

ACKKK its frustrating but lowk. I kind of like the decision. If the necklace ends up in Zodyl's hands then the Cleaners and the Raiders will be "evenly matched," or at least in terms of the number of Watchman items they have (excluding Enjin's since no one knows about it 👀)

But even then, Rudo's 3R, Amo's Boots, Gountess' Necklace, and Enjin's Watch would make the Cleaners super overpowered against Zodyl's Mishra. So having Gountess' necklace would make the Raiders more of a threat...

Walk him like a dog.

Starrings: Shuhei Hisagi x f!reader;

Format: drabble;

Warnings: nsfw, power imbalance, the reader is Shuhei’s Captain, dom!reader, sub!shuhei, dirty talk, description of feminine nudity, spying on someone, taking pictures without someone’s consent (but the reader decides to take advantage of that discovery by tormenting Shuhei), unprotected sex, creampie, riding, jerking off, mind games, slight degradation kink, language, praise kink, implied slightly older woman and younger man;

Plot: Maybe having his dirty little secret exposed was not a tragedy. At the end of the story, did he regret spying on you in the hot springs? Not in the slightest.

“Do you jerk off on them?”.

Silence. His mouth felt like chalk. What was he supposed to say? Confirming your suspicions would have only meant handing you the axe to behead him and granting you the chance to parade his head on the end of a spear for the entire Soul Society to see. He was a dead man walking. Nobody could save him. His end was near.

He gulped, hands sweating, heart thrumming so hard in his chest that he was pretty sure he was going to have a stroke.

“Are you deaf?” you inquired flatly, propping your chin on the upturned palm of your hand, as you leaned forward on the desk. Your eyes were pinning him on the spot, dissecting him. You were the apex predator in that room. Your fangs were taking chunks of his flesh from his bones and he could not do anything to save himself from your deadly clutch.

Also, were you not absolutely gorgeous staring him down like that? Oh yes, you were.

Your poor Lieutenant squeezed his eyes shut, lowering his head. You could hear his labored breath along with the squeaks of the wood for his incessant wriggling against the ropes binding him to the chair. Poor little thing. Maybe you should have just put an end to his misery. Yet, you yearned for him to spit out the truth about what he did in the dark with the ungodly collection of pictures of you currently displayed on your desk. It was not necessary, you knew it was not. However, the urge to see him break and whimper before your eyes made something stir into you. It aroused you.

You leisurely stood up, shrugging your white haori off your shoulders and letting it pool at your feet carelessly “Did the cat get your tongue before I could do it myself?” you crooned, pouting and circling the desk whilst gliding your hand smoothly on the polished surface.

His eyes grew comically round, following your movements as your fingers snatched one of the pictures off the desk, flipping it around for you to inspect. He had been incredibly good at concealing his presence in the hot springs. And the photograph was just embarrassingly dirty. Back arched, fully naked, you were stretching at the edge of the bath. Your mounds on full display, nipples turgid and body glistening from the sweat and the droplets of water still clinging on your form. There was no way in Hell he had gone as far as sneaking in the women baths just to ogle at your body without touching himself.

You darted your eyes from the photo to his face, assessing his reaction, savouring it. And Gosh, he did not disappoint you in the slightest. The tips of his ears were tinted in a hot red, his lower lip was wobbling and his eyes were trailing subtly up and down your body, indulging down your curves, generously set off by your tight shihakushō. He was so down bad for you. The signs had always been there. Anyone could tell he had a huge crush on you. Then why did you take your sweet time to confront him? Well, you had a thing for watching that poor man squirm around and beg for your attention.

Bursting into his room uninvited, unannounced, asking for him to show you some pictures he had taken for the Seireitei Bulletin had caused him to panic and he had clumsily ended up knocking down a folder with tons of pictures he had taken of you, his Captain, throughout the years he had spent chasing after you like a lost puppy. So there you were now: interrogating him in your office, ready to strip him of his dignity.

You grinned, slamming the photograph down on the desk in front of him “Did you cum in your pants taking this picture? Or did you hold on until you were alone in your bed in the dead of the night? Come on, spill the beans, sweetie! — you taunted him, bringing your face dangerously close to his one — You do not want me to be upset with you, do you? Open that mouth of yours for me and, I promise, you will be properly compensated” you cooed, sweetening your voice, as you decided to pull out the fatal move to break him.

You climbed onto his lap, straddling his waist and accomodating yourself on top of him. Shuhei tensed beneath you, a pathetic whimper escaped his lips as he tried to yank his hands free in vain from the ropes. You giggled, grasping his jaw in your hand and grazing his cheekbone with your lips as your dragged a path towards his ear.

“I have not gagged you, Lieutenant Hisagi. This is your Captain speaking. Tell me what you want” you suavely said, making sure to grind down onto him enough to get his full attention. How cruel of you to make a starving man work for his food.

The moment you felt his erection poking your inner thigh through the layers of your clothes, you decided to try to stand back up and deprive him of any physical touch “If you do not obey, you will not get what you want” you stated, a hint of feigned remorse in your voice. But his desperate plea halted you.

“Please! Please, stay!”.

Your eyes glinted in renovated interest, as you locked eyes with him “Oh? What is it? Is my Lieutenant finally cooperating? I believe you still owe me a damn answer, boy” you stressed the last word, hands sliding up his chest and grabbing the lapels of his uniform, tugging rather roughly on them to get his face closer to yours.

Shuhei swallowed down forcefully, tongue sweeping out to lubricate his chapped lips. He was in such a distress he would have rather been thrown into a volcano than admitting he masturbated daily on your photographs. Damn you. Ever since you had met, Shuhei had found himself weeping in agony during nighttime, hoping you would need him to help you with far way more unethical tasks than signing documents for you. He knew you had gotten the hint of his puppy crush on you. It was inevitable. Still, you had awaited in the darkness for him to expose himself like that, scrambling around in a futile attempt to hide your pictures from your sight. You were a sadist.

“You are killing me, Captain… Please, just let me go. — he finally said, grey eyes boring into yours as pink hues bloomed on his cheeks, darkening second by second — I am deeply ashamed of what I have done! Punch me, kick me in the guts, send me to suicidal missions, but untie me! Please, please, please!” he cried out, but the reaction he got from you was surely not what he had anticipated. No harm was done to him. No insults were thrown at his face, if not your finger pressing over his parted lips and your shimmering eyes taking his breath away.

You were an angel of death.

“Silly boy, I want you to beg but that is not the begging I wished to hear from you” you chided him, tilting your head to the side and leaning back enough to let him release the breath he had been holding for a while now.

You were messing with his head so hard he was beginning to question his own sanity. Were you even still perched on his lap? Had your finger really touched his lips? Fuck, he considered himself already so lucky for having been touched by you.

He craned his neck up enough to hold your gaze, chest raising and falling erratically “What do you mean? W-What do you want to hear me saying?”.

“The filthiest thing you want to do to me”.

If he thought he was dreaming a few minutes ago, now Shuhei was one-hundred percent sure he was dead and an angel was granting him the illusion of a last wish before dissolving into the universe. His bombshell of a Captain was asking him to talk dirty to her and he had no idea of where to start. If only you knew how many times he had thought about your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, watery eyes looking into his, or his cock pounding your pussy until you were squirming in overstimulation beneath him. But, to be completely frank, Shuhei was a slave to you. He would have let you walk all over him, dominate him, degrade him until you were fully satisfied.

Until you had made him your fucked up work of art.

“You are not serious—”.

“Zip it! — you cut him off, your hands reaching up to the collar of your uniform and tugging at it enough to reveal the gentle curve of your breasts in all their glory to his wide eyes — You have said you want me to stay. I know you wanted to bury your face between my breasts. You have written it in the back of the photo. I know you want me. Then why are you stalling?”.

Shuhei was convinced he was having an episode with you as the hot leading woman starring in it. But the feeling of your body on his, your warm breath fanning his lips, your bright eyes swallowing him whole told him a very different story. Still, why did you crave his confession? Why? Were you just leading him on before making fun of him? Because there was no way in Hell you actually wanted him. What kind of a wicked game was that?

Shuhei scoffed “I might be a simp, but I am far from being an idiot. You seek my humiliation, right?”.

“You will not make me voice my intentions. I call the shots here. You see, I am magnanimous, Shuhei. Think of this as a gift, will you? — you simpered, tilting your head to the side to contemplate the way his upper lip trembled and his eye twitched — Beg me. This is all I am asking you to have your wish granted”.

“You cannot be serious! You do not like me! What should I say, huh? That I want you to let me fuck you?”.

“Say it again”.

Shuhei paused “Captain—”.

“Tell me more” you cut him off, hand grasping his jaw roughly and tongue darting out of your malicious lips only to trace the shape of his Cupid’s bow. You were a witch. A malefic woman eating his heart out, enjoying the sight of your subordinate crying in overstimulation. You were a praying mantis and… No, there was really no point in restraining himself anymore. You wanted to degrade him? So be it. As long as he could finally pump you full of his cum, you could laugh at his face and gossip about it all you wanted.

“I want to be inside of you” he breathed out, closing his eyes and chasing your lips to seal them in a kiss, a sloppy, messy one.

The moment you indulged into the effusion, he visibly melted into your touch. You grinned against his lips, fireteeth nibbling onto his bruised bottom lip to elicit more pathetic sounds from him. What you did not expect was for him to deliver a harsh bite on your own lip. Apparently, despite being a total sucker for you, he had some fight left in him. You pulled back, then. You tasted copper on your tongue and you saw the droplets of blood shining on his parted lips.

You wanted him. Actually, you needed him and you wanted to see him crumble, dragged down piece by piece by you. After all, a torturer notoriously drew immense bliss from wrecking a victim. The power imbalance had clearly boosted your ego and made you feral, famished, turning you into something akin to a starving lioness pouncing on a gazelle. You were going to tear him apart and you enthusiastically lapped at your wounded lip in sheer euphoria.

“Pervert” you whispered, grinning as you stood up to disrobe yourself before his stormy eyes. Shuhei was frustrated, his muscles straining against the ropes in the faux hope to get free and strip you of your clothes himself, as he devoured your shape with unbridled lust shimmering in his grey eyes.

He hissed, lulling his head back and staring daggers armt the ceiling “Pervert? Maybe. If only I was free, I would show you how diabolically depraved I can be” he admitted, only to dart his eyes back on you upon hearing the last piece of clothes rustling and being tossed on the floorboard with the softest of thuds.

You were a glorious vision.

The gentle swell of your breasts, the perky nipples ready to he suckled, your hips, so tempting and perfect to hold onto whilst pounding you to oblivion on a futon, and your thighs were poisoning him. He was inhebriated and he had not him gotten to smell and taste your skin.

You straddled him again, hand reaching down to palm at his boner, cock twitching against your touch, as he gritted his teeth not to come by the mere touch of your hand. Shit, you were depriving him of his virility, of his self-control.

Without breaking the eye-contact, you slided your hand up, tugging at his sash, until the knot came undone. Malice dripping from your lips, you yanked his hakama down his narrow hips and let your tongue drag a path towards the hem of his boxers. Your hit breath was causing his abdomen to contract and Shuhei could feel the first droplets of precum leaking for the slit of his cock. He would have never ever disrespected a woman, least of all, you. Yet, dear God, was he not itching to badmouth you?

And you knew it. You sensed it.

Shuhei was finally coming out to play, to entertain you.

“Writhing pathetically like a virgin under my touch… — you clicked your tongue, fingers latching around the hem of his boxers to let his length spring free before your wondrous eyes — Do you want more?”.

“Fuck it! The Hell is your wrong with you… Please, stop it” he lamented, sweat beading his forehead as he looked down at you with pitiful eyes and lust-filled pupils.

You hummed and grazed the tip of his cock with your tongue, circling it, before pulling back and spitting onto the pinkish head. Shuhei was beyond frustrated. A tearful whimper resonated from the back of his throat. Glossy eyes met yours then, a hint of determination sparkling in them. Mercy. He was silently begging for mercy.

“Captain, for God’s sake… Ride me”.

“Riding you? My, my… Are you suddenly so impudent as to make a demand? Tsk, be nice” you tutted, arching an eyebrow up in disbelief.

Whorish behavior. Were you not crossing the line of decency now?

Shuhei snorted and clenched his jaw, inhaling sharply before slumping his shoulders down and closing his eyes in defeat. He had not imagined his first time with you to turn out like that: a rather unorthodox interrogation degenerating into a psychological and physical torture. Then again, he saw no way out of that. He loved you, he needed you. And what if you were just a sick psycho who enjoyed breaking men, after they had crossed her? You had every right to be mad at him. He had stalked you, taken pictures of you, jerked off on them and uttered terrible things he wanted to do to you in the dead of the night.

“Oh… Look at you now. — you cooed, almost moved by his sad and wretched face — If you wish for me to forget about your debauched life, you better fuck me like you mean it. Do we have a deal?”.

Music to his ears.

Shuhei bit his lower lip, teeth gritting as he nodded his head in a fit of rage “Deal. Just do what you were made for, will you? Fuck me, or better again: fuck yourself on me” he rasped out, watching with attentive eyes as you flashed him a gleeful smile and accomodated yourself on his lap once again.

Your hand reached down, pumping his shaft languidly a few times before lining the mushroom head to your weeping opening. You were soaked. Maybe it was the idea of holding such an immense power over a man that had made dripping, or perhaps, deep down, you liked Shuhei more than you cared to admit to yourself. Or then again, you were not considering the fact that he flaunted over you to get your full attention. And you loved it. He had worked hard to get where he was, even if he had eventually gone adrift and messed up by stalking you. As you rolled your hips gently and sank down on his girthy cock, you realised you had punished him enough for his shortcomings.

He groaned, face nuzzling in the crook of your neck, as you moaned softly against the shell of his ear. He was not the biggest you had had. But you had to admit, he was a tad more than the average size.

“Ah, you are not a disappointment, you know?” you chimed, as he thrusted upwards, plunging deeper into your tight heat, without giving you much of a warning.

Sneaky, little bastard. So he knew how to play dirty, huh?

Your Lieutenant grunted, teeth grazing the juncture of your neck before peppering the area with sloppy kisses “What is it, Captain? Did the cat get your tongue?” he murmured, smiling against your skin as you stifled a whine not to let him take the pride of having caught you off guard. He had quoted you to get his little revenge on you.

“I see you have regenerated yours, though… Then, come on. Use it to kiss instead of shit talking” you pressed, slanting your mouth against his, as Shuhei gladly returned the kiss with equal ferocity.

Your tongues met in a feverish battle for dominance he was far from wanting to lose. To distract him, you began your sensual dance on him. You used his shoulders for leverage, as you lifted and rotated your hips, warm walls clenching around his cock deliciously each time he spread you wide.

At this point, it was hard understand who had the upperhand. How could you discern it, when the mean underneath you was whimpering and you were singing out his name. You cried out in bliss, upon feeling the head of his cock hitting your g-spot, thighs quivering around his hips.

None of you was talking. You wanted to taunt him so badly for looking wrecked, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, glistening in the dimly illuminated room, as he lolled his head back in ecstasy. On the other hand, you were not in a better condition. You were whining, back arching, a warm sensation engulfing your lower belly as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. The only sounds echoing around you were the lewd squelching of your sex milking his in the most delicious way possible.

The moment he stilled, eyes wide open, your inner walls spasmed around his cock and Shuhei spurted into you with a subtle gleam of pride in his greyish eyes.

As he watched you silently stand back up, wobbly legs betraying your state, Shuhei Hisagi realised that having his little secret exposed was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Author’s note.

Hello there! Here we are with some appreciation for my underrated simp. I love Shuhei and having read a few people ask for him to be the star of my writings has been such a delectable surprise! As per usual, likes, re-blogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

Love,

Luce!

N.B.: Please, be aware that taking pictures, especially portraying naked people, without their expressed consent, is a crime. I do not condone such behaviors and I encourage you to expose and report your offenders.

Credits for the theme divider: @cafekitsune

BEST BELIEVE I AM TF

Yeah, no.

᧔ 五条 悟 ❤︎ gojo getting cuteness aggression ᧓

𐚁 ₊˚ʚ c.w | fluff :: swearing .

SATORU WAS laying on his back, a lazy arm draped around your waist while you slept against his chest. Your cheek squished against him, your lips slightly parted. He brushed the hair out your face to see you better.

“You’re kidding me,” he whispered to himself, a smirk pulling at his lips. He poked your cheek gently, the overwhelming urge to just squeeze you and kiss you hit him all at once, you just looked so cute in the mornings. His self control lasted about three seconds, his finger gently poking your cheek, giggling to himself. You frowned in your sleep as if even your unconscious self disapproved his actions, but his heart just melted even more.

Unable to stop himself, he wraps his arms even tighter around you, pulling you impossibly closer against him as he rolled onto his side, placing kisses all over your head. “Fucking adorable..”

A muffled groan came from against his chest, your eyebrows knitted together as you started to wake up from all the fuss. Your hands push at his chest, he loosened his arms around you.

You look up at him, blinking several times as your eyes adjusted to the light. “There she is,” he beamed, pinching your cheek.

“..what are you doing?” You slap his hand away gently, clearly not amused from the fact you had been woken up so early because of him squeezing and poking you.

“You just looked to cute sleeping, i couldn’t help it.” He kisses your forehead, then your cheek before placing a kiss on your lips, pulling back to admire you again, looking way too pleased with himself. You look away, going shy from being called cute, a faint blush appearing on your cheeks. “Whatever..” He almost squealed like an idiot from the sight, pulling you close against him again. “I can’t believe your real.”

“Satoru.” The warning in your voice only made him giggle more. Even though you were annoyed, he couldn’t help but feel a little amused by the whole thing. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” He kisses your head once more before finally releasing you.

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