#ichigo x y/n

[muzansfangs]

Byakuya, Ichigo, and grimmjow finding f! Reader naked?

They accidentally see you naked.

Starring: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Ichigo Kurosaki x f!reader; Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader;

Format: short imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, Ichigo is aged up and around his twenties, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, nipple play, implied sexual tension on previous encounters, f!reader, unprotected sex, horny thoughts, language, fluff, rough sex, biting, suggestive themes, mention to kidnapping in Grimmjow’s part, shower sex;

Plot: what happens when you are naked and they accidentally walk on you, catching a full glimpse of your bare body in all its glory? Hormones cannot always be contained.

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

Two weeks. You had been stuck in Las Noches for two weeks now. Not only you missed your family, your friends and your house, but you were frustrated over the fact that, apparently, you had been kidnapped only because you were Ichigo’s adoptive and older sister and Grimmjow wanted to irk his rival. Unfortunately for him, you had an attitude.

The day Grimmjow and Ulquiorra dragged you to Hueco Mundo, you were minding your business. It was such a serene night in Karakura Town and you had suggested to buy a cake in the nearby patisserie for enjoying a dessert with your friends. You had not even bothered wearing something nice. You were comfortable in your ripped jeans and sneakers. However, you knew that the t-shirt you were wearing could have drawn way too many glances. Therefore, you opted for wearing a jacket over it.

Obviously, you did not make it to the cake-shop. The sting on the side of your neck you suddenly felt as you crossed the road was a clear sign that someone had other plans for you. Your vision was blurry, but you could clearly discern the cheeky grin of the Espada that loathed your brother’s guts, as he stared down at you. The hot Espada, right. But that was a detail you were going to ignore for the time being.

You fainted several seconds after the impact, only to wake up in front of Aizen’s throne and find out to be the center of the attention of Hollows around you. The show was about to begin, though. As you started yelling at everyone how much you wished they all could explode like balloons in front of your eyes, Aizen simply ordered to give you a uniform and elegantly left the room. That decision was the cherry on top. Ulquiorra did not waste any precious time and handed you a white dress that matched the style of this ‘group of terrorists’, as you kept on calling them, but you scoffed and refused to wear it.

Grimmjow was not having it and thought and trying to unzip your jacket was a good idea. As you swatted his hands away, you had to eventually give up when he pinned your wrists above your head, as your back was pressed against the wall. The sneaky grin on his face, though, dropped as soon as the blue words printed on your white t-shirt came to his vision.

‘Blowjobs are jobs too’.

Your cheeks flushed up and Grimmjow let go of you in shock. But from that day he started to see you under a different light. You had always been pretty and he hated to admit how many times he had found himself fantasizing about how his hands could perfectly squeeze your ass as you bounced up and down on his shaft. He could not control himself and his lust for you grew with every argument you had.

The fact that you were a Kurosaki, even if you did not share Ichigo’s blood, made the whole deed even better. What a way to get back at his rival, if he could dig his claws into your flesh.

On the other hand, you were not indifferent to Grimmjow’s sharp features and abs. You hated to admit that he literally was your type and that you had wet dreams about him more than once. Getting to see him everyday in Las Noches was now driving you mad. You were glad Aizen had at least given you a chamber with a private bathroom. You had to admit that you allowed your mind to wonder and your hand to wander under the shower. His sharp canines, they did numbers on your mind and wished you could feel the way they grazed over your jugular. Just once, no one had to know about that.

Now, you easily got bored in the huge castle you were stuck in. You therefore asked Aizen if you could paint some parts of the walls in the hall that had cracked throughout the time. The stoic man had hesitantly agreed and now you were trying to keep yourself busy by painting over the ruined portions of walls in front of you. You were trying to balance yourself on the wooden ladder set against the wall, with a bucket of white paint in your hand and the brush in the other.

You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to watch over you, but you were confident about your skills. Additionally, you had probably underestimated the presence of Grimmjow a few feet away from you.

“Tsk, what the hell are you doing up there? Do you want to break your neck?” his hoarse voice pierced your ears, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. There he was, ready to taunt you.

You sighed and tried to keep your balance as you gave him a flat reply, your tone almost apathetic at this point “Why do you care? Mind your business”.

Grimmjow cocked his head to the side, his trademark smirk plastered over his face as her let his eyes scrutinize the way the tight skirt of your dress emphasized the curve of ass. A delicious meal for him.

“Nah, if you die, I’d lose my plaything. Come on, let me help you” he teased you, hoping to get a reaction from you.

Oh, boy, he definitely did.

Your upper lip twitched, your grip on the brush tightening significantly as you tried not to slip from the creaking rung of that stupid ladder “Excuse me?!” you practically hissed, dipping your head down to glare at him.

Grimmjow grinned and arched his eyebrow at you “You heard me. Get your ass down here, plaything”.

You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to help you and now, as you scoffed in indignation, ready to fire back an insult at him, you realized that you were screwed up. You never got to yell at Grimmjow, no. A strained scream left your mouth, as the sound of the thin wooden plank under your feet snapping pierced your ears. You did not see that coming for sure and so you fell. Loosening your grip on the brush and the bucket, you squeezed your eyes shut for inevitable impact with the floor. An impact that neve came as you felt two strong arms embrace you and yank you towards a toned chest.

You hesitantly opened your eyes, mouth slightly agape as you tried to steady your breath, when the bucket ended up pouring its content all over you two. You would have loved to to thank Grimmjow, but the first you did as you felt the paint stick on your hair, naked portions of skin and dress was cussing.

“Fuck!” you groaned, as Grimmjow snorted too and let you back down on the floor. Obviously, he had been a victim of the falling bucket as well. Some paint covered his messy hair and part of his chest and uniform.

Seeing him like this, in addition to the fact that he had saved your life, made you crack up a smile and shake your head softly. You two were a mess.

“Don’t you fucking dare to say anything! Let’s get this shitty paint off of us before it dries!” he grumbled, wrapping his hand around your wrist and marching towards your room. You quirked your eyebrows up, wondering why he was leading you back to your room. You did not have spare clothes for him, just a bathroom and, if he thought you were going to strip in front of him, he was clearly wrong.

As he opened the door of your room and let you in, he took off his jacket and threw it on the floor, his hands already reaching down to unbuckle his belt, as you finally squealed out in shock and turned your back at him.

“Grimmjow, what the hell are you doing! Don’t you dare undress in front of me!” you quipped, clasping your hand over your mouth. That was so embarrassing and you could feel cold sweat collecting in the back of your neck.

“What’s up now? Never seen a cock?” he sassed, dropping his pants down and walking to the bathroom naked. Your blood ran cold and you did your best not to turn around. He had never acted like that. This time you found yourself speechless and you could not even send him to hell.

As you heard him turn the shower on, you sighed and grabbed a towel from a drawer. You hastily undress yourself and wrapped the pink item around your naked body. You waited for him to get out ot the shower, confident that he had not seen a single glimpse of your body. But you were wrong.

The panther boy accidentally saw your naked ass through the mirror in your bathroom. The open door had granted it the full view of the bedroom and now he was practically growling in the cubicle with a painful boner. No, it was enough. This time you were going to take care of the problem you had caused.

Grimmjow stormed out of the bathroom, not caring about covering himself and making you gawk at the scenery before your eyes. He tugged your towel away and kissed you passionately, not giving you time to process what is was happening. You barely did, in fact. Your brain slowly started to process what your own body was doing, when you found yourself into the shower with Grimmjow’s fingere buried into your core.

You wanted him. You wanted him so badly and as he bit onto the crook of your neck, thrusting his fingers into you, you moaned softly and closed your eyes in bliss.

“What happens in Las Noches stays in Las Noches” he purred in your ear, only to receive your sassy reply.

“It was Las Vegas, you ignorant cat” you breathed out, before he involved you into a fervent kiss that made your inner walls clench around his fingers.

‘Sorry Ichigo. I could not resist’ was your last thought before you reached your climax.

Ichigo Kurosaki.

Being Urahara’s adoptive daughter was a privilege. Life was great, really, but since your father had started training Ichigo Kurosaki and his friends things were messy. You had no time to rest and practically zero privacy. Your house and shop had been opened to Soul Reapers and humans, coming over to ask for help at any hour of the day. Including night, obviously.

Despite that, you had bonded with the entire group of ‘heroes wannabe’, as you teasingly addressed them.

Yet, there was one out of them that had caught your eye and it was not just for his appearence. Ichigo Kurosaki, the invincible guy that had rescued Rukia Kuchiki and was now trying to take down Aizen, was living rent free in your mind. More than once, while you watched your father teach him new strategies and help him improve his skills, you had found yourself staring intently at the way his muscular arms flexed every time he unsheathed his sword.

You had carved in your mind the way his t-shirt emphasized the outline of his abs and you had to avert your eyes from him, when droplets of sweat made his body glisten. Your mind was wild, you imagined too many things for your own good.

You often laid in your bed, eyes closed, back arching for waves of pleasure, at the thought of his sweaty face hovering over yours as he thrusted into you. You wanted him, you wanted him more than anything else on this Earth. You wished to see the sweat beading his forehead up close, you wanted that sweat to scream your name. Things were heated, whenever your father ordered you to help him train.

A hand to hand fight was probably going to be the cause of your death, one day or another. Sometimes, as you fought, you ended up rolling onto the ground. His hot body against yours and those flames blazing in his eyes got you weak on your knees.

Once, you had ended up topping him. Your hand way laying flat onto his chest, as you straddled him. You were both sweaty, panting, your clothed intimacies pressed down against one another. In that very moment, as you tried to stand up and shifted your position, he groaned softly. You did not fail to notice the way his cheeks flushed, or feel how something was twitching underneath the fabric of his trousers.

That had happened a week ago and, since then, you were avoiding meeting him around your father’s shop. You were too embarrassed at the thought that you had practically felt his boner like that.

Now, that infamous morning, you were relaxing a bit into the bathtub. Urahara and the others had left for taking care of some business out of town and you had to watch over the shop while they were gone. However, you were too tired and stressed out to deny yourself some self-indulgent pleasure.

Some bubbles were floating in the air as you let the warm water and soap envelope your naked frame and you did not hear at all the door of the bathroom creak open. When you heard your phone buzz, you raised up in the tub, your naked back and ass in full display as you reached for your device.

But Ichigo’s eyes, oh dear, they went wide as he ended up toppling over a vase, as he stumbled into the bathroom. You were a vision, the emblem of perfection, and he clasped his hand over his mouth in shock, as the sound of the object shattering on the floor made you both flinch.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” he fretted, panicking as he tried to cover his eyes.

You, on the other hand, had dropped your phone on the floor too and had hastily slided back into the tub to hide your naked form from him. It was such a pleasurable nightmare!

“Ichigo! What the hell are you doing here?!” you blurted out, hoping a supermassive black hole could suck you in right on the spot.

“I was searching for Urahara!” he defended himself, turning his back at you and shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“In the bathroom?!”.

“Oh shut up! I needed to use the bathroom too!” he snapped back, not knowing what to say anymore.

There was no way out from the carousel of shame and awkwardness, therefore you took the matter in your hands and quickly grasped a towel, hopping out of the shower and wrapping it around your body. You needed to get out of there as soon as possible.

As your shoulder brushed against his, though, Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut for a second before pinning you against the wall and kissing you out of the blue. You inhaled sharply, not expecting it, but, as soon as you collected yourself from the shock, you kissed him back and tangled your fingers through his spiky orange hair.

It was a kiss full of hunger, just like his hand, slipping underneath your towel and searching for your folds. You moaned softly against his lips, raving into the longed sensation you were finally experiencing.

“Let’s hope your father doesn’t come home earlier now” he rasped, plunging his fingers into your core as you lolled your head back against the wall in pleasure.

“If he does, I’ll tell Aizen how to fucking use that stupid device at his full potential” you joked, smiling against his lips.

Thinking about it now, you were so glad your father had messed up your lives with Ichigo’s group of friends.

Byakuya Kuchiki.

Drenched in sweat, you were running up to the Kuchiki Estate. Training under the scorching sun for hours had truly drained you. Yet, you were determined to get stronger and help to fight Aizen and his crew of Arrancar. When Rukia had suggested to Orihime to visit the Soul Society and spend some days together to hone her abilities, you had decided to join them.

It was your chance to put yourself to the test and, actually, even an excuse to see the new friends you had made in the Seireitei. However, you had to be honest to yourself and admit that there was one special person you wanted to see again. You had hated his guts, when you first met. It was a miracle that he had not slashed your chest open too when you tried to prevent Rukia’s return to the Soul Society. Yet, things had changed.

Byakuya Kuchiki was not only a cold-hearted, stoic and sophisticated man. He was much more than that and you had started to see it too.

He was not much of a talker, but he was handsome as hell and he had even offered you his help in trying to become a better Sobstitute Shinigami. You naturally found it odd, but you were in no position to refuse his help. However, the recent events had forced you to part ways again and you had missed him too much not to come back to the Soul Society and see him again.

Throughout your permanence, Rukia was allowing you to sleep over at the Kuchiki Estate but, much to your dismay, you never crossed paths with him. Not even once. It was horribly ironic, but you were partially glad he could not hear your soft moans in the dead of the night, when you touched yourself thinking about him and how his hands rested on your hips when he adjusted your position during a training session.

You missed his touch, his cologne, the way his chest grazed over your head when you were that close. Whenever he scolded you for being too distracted, you had to bite on your tongue not to blurt out that it was his fault. Your close proximity truly made your grip on your katana falter. He was messing with your head in a way you could not fully comprehend and you wondered if he was conscious of the way he affected you.

Now, as you stormed into the room Rukia let you sleep in, you quickly started taking off your uniform. You craved a shower and some fresh clothes more than anything right now. You dropped your pants to the floor and you quickly took off your shirt as well, as you already imagined the way the hot water would have made your aching muscles relax.

But as you finally reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, someone had returned to his Estate. His feather-like steps could not be heard at all and you simply discarded your bra too, sighing in relief as your breasts were free from any restriction. You were still humming in satisfaction with your eyes closed, when the door of your room slided up and a gasp of shock left Byakuya’s lips.

He was for some reason unable to move, his eyes locked on the curve of your breasts, staring at your nipples as if he was admiring some greek statute of a goddess. He cursed himself for his lack of decency and he felt mortified as you opened back your eyes and you met his gaze.

“Byakuya!” you squeaked out, cheeks heating up in shame as you grasped your shirt anf tried to cover your upper body from his eyes. Honestly, you had never felt that ashamed in your whole life.

The Captain of the Sixth Division cleared his throat and averted his eyes from you, his body clearly reacting to the vision he had just been blessed with. He could not pretend he had not seen you like that and, obviously, you would have never forgotten such an indecent accident. There were plenty of things he could say, but just one thing he wanted to do.

He slowly darted his eyes back on your frame, his lips slightly parted as he walked up to you. With every step he took towards you, your heart skipped a beat and your legs quivered. You could not read his mind, but his body language was pretty clear at this point.

His hand gently grasped your wrist, inviting you to loosen your grip on the shirt impeding him to admire your chest and, under the spell of his touch, you obliged his request. As the item fell at your feet, Byakuya grasped your chin and made sure you kept the eye-contact with him as he gently captured your lips with his ones.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as, standing on your toes to reach his lips better, you returned the kiss with equal hunger and gentleness. His hands, however, were already exploring your body.

The Captain definitely knew what he was doing as he took your nipple between his index and thumb, pinching it softly and massaging it with a mastery of a man that had been married and knew how to please a woman.

As the first moans were elicited from you, Byakuya stroked your cheek with his free hand and let you lay down on the futon underneath him “Please, allow me to have you. I promise I’ll make sure you are comfortable with me” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.

And that, my dear, was an oath he stack up to through the rest of the evening.

TAGS: @byakuyawifey

[rosemary03]

I would like nothing more than to have her here!

Masterlist

—Warnings: +18 nsfw | sexual fantasies | male masturbation | perversion | a lot of semen | vaginal fingering | use of necklaces | face fuck | vaginal penetration

— synopsis: the bleach boys having sexual fantasies about you while masturbating

— Note: don't check it a second time, there may be spelling mistakes, still enjoy, you can read gin ichimaru's part here (I didn't want to include it because I already wrote it lol)

— Ichigo Kurosaki

After a long day at the University Ichigo can finally get home, he was stressed and tired, he needed to relieve that, so he thought about taking a shower, no one was home, apparently his father and sisters went shopping somewhere in the city, it's the perfect environment to relax, he told himself, so he went into the bathroom, took off his clothes and got in the shower, his hair quickly got wet from the almost hot water that fell from the faucet, it moistens his body relieving his tense muscles from today's physical training, the soap makes his abs and big chest shine, everything was going so well, but he couldn't help but think of you, your face flushed and wet from the drops of sweat that fell from your forehead this afternoon, they were both training in their sports class, Ichigo would be lying if he said that your body and curves didn't have an effect on him, the way your body flexed or you tried to hold on to the exercises.

"Shit" he whispers in a low voice, Ichigo was losing control, lately he was thinking so much about you, and that's not bad, he really likes you and he knows it, but having these kinds of obscene thoughts about your body bothered him, you were his friend and you deserved all the respect in the world but he can't help it, he just gets euphoric thinking about you.

Unconsciously his hands slide down his chest to his very well worked abs, wet from the water that falls from the faucet, his cock was already hard and he tried to ignore it, but he couldn't, his hands were already caressing his cock, imagining that it is you who is touching him, his head thrown back by the feeling of relief and pleasure, his lips are parted, whispering curses as his hand slides up and down his cock, he is sensitive especially the head of his penis , every time his hand brushes and squeezes that part he lets out a loud moan, maybe he doesn't realize this since Ichigo is so lost in his thoughts about you, he imagines how good your wet body would feel hugging him tight while your breasts are crushed against his chest, he would have you with your legs around his waist, your head would be buried in his neck, leaving noticeable kisses and bites with your full lips.

Ichigo's face was flushed and obviously wet from the water, you could hear the splash of it as he increased speed, he would like nothing more than to have you here with him, Ichigo swallows hard and runs his hand over his face, his breath catching. it becomes more irregular and he lets out breathy moans with each drag of his fist fucking his cock, he clenches and his muscles contract as his pace increases even more, he was close and he knew that soon the knot he felt in his belly was going to loosen Ichigo grunts as he pumps his swollen tip, his hips shake as his orgasm shoots through him, he cums on his hands and the hot cum that spurted out of him is quickly washed away by the still-dripping water, the boy gasping, embarrassed as he remember what he did thinking of you, but at the same time he is curious and wonders what the next position will be and what your face would look like when you train together again.

— Hichigo Shirosaki (hollow ichigo)

He was always bored in his lonely world, he only had the old zangetsu, he didn't really complain, but he couldn't help but look at you every time he took control of ichigo's body. o Every time you went to visit ichigo, he could see how you spoke to him so sweetly, how you showed him affection with your hugs, he was delighted, Hichigo quickly realized that he was amazed at you, he realized the affection he had for you, even though you had only seen him a few times that he invited you into his inverted world, was nothing more than the "hollow".

Right now he was sitting in one of the skyscrapers in his world, he was alone and he had all the time in the world, so he let his imagination guide him, he wonders how you are dressed right now, if you are wearing the same long skirt with the who saw you a few days ago, remember how well it highlighted your curves and the way it clings to your legs, also imagine how your skin will feel to the touch, he would give you a hug from behind letting his hips collide intensely with your butt , caressing your abdomen with his big hands, he would kiss your ear and then nibble your neck, his warm breath would give you chills in the sensitive part of it.

Hichigo's hands find their way to his pants stroking his still clothed hard penis, he moans from the sudden friction, pressing his hands through the white fabric of his pants, he lets out a laugh at the effect you have on him. hichigo had already masturbated before but it's the first time he thinks of a specific person, and that's you.

He would put you on top of his legs with your hands tied behind your back without any mobility. He wonders how you'd react if he grabbed your ass out of nowhere, letting his hands explore your flesh, squeezing and occasionally spanking. he would pull up your skirt exposing your underwear, he would love to see how your wet panties would stick to your pussy lips, his penis tenses in his pants and he lets out a moan at the thought, Hichigo pulls his penis out of his pants pants, it's hard and wet pre-cum drips from the tip of his penis to the base lubricating a little, one hand gripping his balls and the other caressing his pink head, a growl leaves his lips as his hand slides to up and down his cock, she licks her lips when her horny thoughts return, imagine the way her fingers would pull down your panties, she would use her fingers to play with your folds and your crit, her double digits would bury themselves deep in your pussy shaking his knuckles, Hichigo's hips shake unconsciously, squeezing his cock even more, he feels his orgasm getting closer, his face flushes red and the drool falls from his lips, his rhythm accelerates even more, from the the same way his fingers would fuck your pussy in his thoughts, grunts and loud moans come from his throat, he feels his testicles contract in his hand, while bubbles of cum form on the tip of his cock, wetting to the base and dirtying his pale hands, his body is wet with sweat, his chest rises and falls regulating his breathing, his usual smile returns to his face when he thinks again about what he would do the next time he saw you, would he fuck you with his fingers or use his cock? Hichigo is looking forward to the answer

— Urahara Kisuke

It was already late and of all the boxes they had to organize there were only a few left, Kisuke was grateful that you helped him in the store, apart from the fact that almost everything looked more orderly with you here, he also enjoyed your presence, but today maybe it was too much, he wondered if you were always this close every time you got to work, Kisuke takes a deep breath and his nose fills with your sweet aroma, even though his chest was bare it was too hot in his little shop, maybe it was just him who was he more tired than usual or was it your heat that was slowly killing him.

He can't help but look at you and although he only looks sideways, he feels how his cheeks heat up when he sees you leaning over and appreciating how your butt tightens with the pants he lent you, Kisuke resists the urge to hug you from behind and crush his hips against your ass. His penis tenses in his pants as he realizes how cheeky he's being for thinking dirty things with you next to him.

And as if you've caught him, you turn to catch him looking at you, he quickly looks away and continues with his work, ignoring his heavy cock begging to be released.

"Are you OK? You look a little tired ”you ask, his face was hot and red, most likely you are worried about him.

"If it's nothing, don't worry" he replies a little nervously, he's fucking aware of your presence and he couldn't let you see him like that, not yet.

Urahara is too hot today, luckily the fan helps him a lot by relieving his heat, he tries to concentrate on his work, for a few minutes it works until you touch his shoulder to ask what else you could help him with, it was just a light touch, but that was enough to break his sanity.

"You can go home you helped me a lot today" his voice sounds agitated

"Are you sure? Are you feeling alright?

"Yeah, don't worry about me, you can go" Kisuke gets up quickly and grabs you by the waist, guiding you towards the exit "uh ok, bye!" You say to which he responds with a smile and says goodbye with a hug, as soon as you leave, Urahara runs to his room and locks himself in, the bed sinks when he lies on it, Kisuke tries to calm down but can't, he sighs at his mental defeat by pulling the dick out of his pants, slowly dragging his hand up his hard penis, his ragged breathing is evident and he is grateful for everything that exists that is alone in the store, he can imagine you right now: your cheeks and crotch hot from the hard jumps on his dick you would do, he would love it if you put a collar on him, pulling him by the neck when he's being mean saying "Be nice to me, don't you want a treat Kisuke? Want me to make you cum?" he growls imagining you like this, the obscene way he is imagining you makes his cock throb in his hands, his pants feel heavy every time he pumps the swollen tip of his cock, Kisuke notices the drop of pre-cum dripping from his head facilitating his movements, urahara also imagines the way your breasts bounce off his face, he would be mesmerized, he would love to see how you force him to suck your nipples by grabbing his hair. Using him as a toy, Kisuke moans as he feels his orgasm coming closer and though he thinks it's too early to cum, he remembers the way his cock was begging to be released a few minutes ago, the way you say his name makes his legs tremble. hips stretch and thighs contract, oh no, what were you doing here, you were supposed to be gone, but he's so close she can't stop, his semen shoots out staining her hand and sheets, he stops him movements letting his dick fall on his thigh, Kisuke thinks about how to hide as he feels your footsteps down the hall, even if he covered his dick with the sheets you would know exactly what he did, too bad! I'd better think of something quick before you open the door and see him in a mess.

— Aizen Sosuke

It is one of those afternoons in which Aizen is happy to stay working late with you and although there is very little left until his shift ends, he is grateful that you accompany him so late, your warmth and aroma is something that he enjoys as if it were the first time. Once he saw you, his eyes occasionally turn to look at you, Aizen likes the way your eyelashes light up with the small rays of sunlight that fall through the window, the man recoils from the need to place the lock Loosening your hair behind your ear, that's where His eyes meet, Aizen smiles sweetly in your direction at the way your cheeks heat up, you look away quickly and say "I'll be right back!" and then go out, probably to the bathroom. Aizen continues with his work, ordering some papers that he still has to sign, the fatigue shows in his eyes, but it is not stressful, Aizen takes off his glasses, passing his hand over his face giving a long sigh, he is not a man who is carried away by his carnal desires but how beautiful you are with him, he is spending it. Aizen fixes his hair a bit when he hears you come back, and when his eyes find you, he can't believe what he's seeing, even if it was his imagination, it can't be that obvious, he can tell you took off your bra, clearly he must That may be what has bothered you most of the day working, but he can't help but think that maybe you did it on purpose. Aizen tries not to look, but the way your nipples stick out from your see-through shirt makes his eyes drift only to your breasts. He looks up to meet your sweet gaze again, you give him a shy smile as you arrange your things, everything was ready in the office for you to leave, Aizen would love to take you home but in his current state he's sure he could control himself, at least not completely. They both say goodbye, you kiss him on the cheek, the heat of your lips makes him stiff, when he gets out he goes back to his car, it's almost dark.

And he really doesn't want his thoughts to be guided by what he saw this afternoon, he can even feel your breasts crushing the fabric of your blouse.

Sitting in the driver's seat he makes sure there is no one around him and unbuckles his seat belt, he has to be quick since he's in a public place, so he drops his pants and boxers releasing his cock hard. His eyes are wide just in case as his hand rests on the underside of his cock then gently moves up and down he can almost see you sitting in the passenger seat imagine you would lean down to receive his cock in your mouth, you would spit it out to lubricate it before taking it to your mouth, he would grab your hair forcing you to put its entire circumference in your mouth "do it like this baby..." he mutters to himself, Aizen increases his pace using his pre-cum to relieve the sudden movements he makes on his penis, imagine how hot your throat would be every time he lifts his hips to enter your mouth, he lets out a low breath when he squeezes and mimics the movements he would make to fuck your mouth Aizen feels him getting closer his orgasm, stroking the flushed head of his cock even more, imagine the obscene noises you would make trying not to choke on his penis, your name slipping from his lips as his thighs quiver with pleasure from the pleasure coursing through him, he cums from the blushing tip to his testicles, it takes him a second to catch his breath, this is the first time he has been carried away by his carnal thoughts, he realizes the strong control you have over him, maybe he should enjoy his fantasies more often, though It won't be necessary because he's determined to have you.

— Hirako Shinji

You say goodbye to Shinji with a hug and return home, you had stayed the night because they went on a trip and since it was very late he offered you to sleep at his house.

Shinji closes the door, his steps are slow on the ceramic tiles of his apartment, he lets his body collapse on the sofa, hugging his shirt that he lent you to sleep in, he sighs and smiles remembering how cute you looked in his shirt , he barely realizes how often you appear in his mind, maybe he thinks he's in love with you... But that's impossible, they're friends and he shouldn't, right? At least that's what he tells himself, the way he can remember the sweet smell of your perfume doesn't help him, he knows he shouldn't do what he's doing right now; moving his clothed penis up and down with his hands, he feels embarrassed for thinking like that about his friend but even knowing that, he can't stop this time, his eyes return to the shirt I lent you, he remembers that you were only wearing your panties underneath, he could see your nipples squashed against the fabric of his shirt, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he pressed the material to his face, inhaling the faint scent of you that was garnished on it. So he drops his pants and starts touching himself.

He curses under his breath as his hand makes slow motions on his penis, watching his hard cock, Shinji pumps the swollen head of his penis to collect the pre-cum that forms at the tip. He imagines you in the same baggy shirt I'm lending you, you'd be sitting on your back on his cock while he guides the movements of your hips, his big hands hugging the curve of your hips, Shinji bites his lip imagining your pussy squeezing his penis, he he would say how wet you are and how good you feel inside, he would make you lie down, pressing your back with his chest, he would move his hips against your ass fucking you slowly, imagine also the way your full lips are pressed against his, he plunges his tongue into your mouth savoring yours, he would only get excited if you bite the part where his piercing is.

Shinji moans from his throat as his hand picks up the pace. "Your lips taste so good..." he says as if you were really there with him, in your fantasies you beg for his attention, asking him to please fuck you harder, screaming and moaning his name with your sweet voice, I want to leave marks on your body, a proof that you are his and his alone, his Adam's apple bobs every time he swallows, beads of sweat fall from his forehead and his blond hair is messy, he chokes on a groan when his hand rests on him. he fucks the sensitive part of his penis, his semen shoots out but it doesn't stop, he continues to overstimulate his lubricated cock with his semen, carrying his euphoria still imagining that it's you he's fucking, his jaw clenches and when he feels it's He stops your movements too much, he regulates his breathing thinking about what he did, he feels embarrassed for doing this, he looks totally messy, his hair and body are sweaty, he wonders what you would think when he saw him like this. he probably should stop thinking about you like that, but he knows he can't stop.

[sashi-ya]

[𝐀𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭! 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 ✦ +𝟏𝟖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬]

✦ requested by Anonymous for the free requests ➜ Some NS/F W HCs for Ichigo from Bleach please? He was my first anime crush ever :D so it’d make me happy to see something for him. ➜ sure love!! enjoy your strawberry boy! ✦ tw: adult! Ichigo. mentions of kinks> oral, shower sex. impregnation.. minors dni. ✦ masterlist

✦ A man that never gives up is a man who would do anything to please you. The strawberry hottie will always put you first; he isn’t coming if you haven’t come twice before.

✦ A soft! dom for sure. But a dom at last. Who has ever told this man how to act, after all?

✦ He uses his spiritual pressure during sex. No need of choking when his soul can make you run out of oxygen faster than any hand around your neck. Because he won’t enjoy hurting your beautiful neck, but the way your eyes go blank when you feel his power crushing you is enough to make him extremely aroused.

✦ His hands turn veiny when his is fucking you. He does that of gripping the sheets while his hips describe a serpentine motion, in and out of you. He is not rough -at first-, but keeps the perfect rhythm to surprise you all of a sudden with a deep, hard ram. It makes you scream, thing that makes him bite his lower lip and smirk so sexily.

✦ Ichigo works from home – and when he is off duty as a substitute Shinigami- whenever you are back after a stressful day at work, you will have your dinner ready, a warm bath as well and him willing to give you love in the shower. He will clean you, and he will also push you against the watery tiles to make you scream his name.

✦ Oral lover. TOTAL oral lover. He is not very vocal, and the way he has a serious stare when he is ready to devour you makes you shiver. With the same passion he fights against enemies, he leaves your legs trembling. He knows, for sure, and oh so very well, where the clit is. (He learned from Ishida back when they were in school. Yes, Ishida knows)

✦ They say that like father, like son and I think Ichigo has an impregnation kink. So, get ready to be full and drippy.

✦ He enjoys watching you get dressed. He praises your body so much that every morning as you get ready for work he will smile, in bed, watching you get ready with sloppy loving eyes -and a boner he clearly can’t hide-.

✦ Kiss his neck unexpectedly or pass your arms from behind to his belly while he is focus working and watch the Strawberry blush. Yes, despite being a grown up, he still blushes like that sweet teenager you once met in school.

[hellavile]

kisses down low. ichigo.

੭ cw: fem!reader, cunninglingus, bathroom stall tings, fingering, black coded, minors aren’t welcomed ! jus thinkin’ about ichi eating coochie <3

“ who told you i didn’t eat pussy? ”

is this how first dates are supposed to go? having your chest pressed up against the cold wall of a theatre stall while the man you’ve been crushing on for months eats your pussy from the back? hell if you knew. it was the best decision you’d ever made bringing up a rumor about him that went around campus. ‘ ichigo doesn’t eat pussy. i would know’ says two girls in your psychology class. you couldn’t even focus on the movie while sitting next to him, fiddling with the bucket of buttery popcorn in your lap, his hand on your thigh your eyes couldn’t draw away from.

only girls i like, he reassured you after you jokingly asked the question while heading out your seats. it only made you float on clouds. now you’re floating on your tippy toes, trying your best not to make a peep in the girls bathroom. it was super late at night so the theatre was closing soon. you’re gripping onto your cotton black skirt as it resides on your thick hips, scrunching the material up as you bite your lip. cheek firm to the marble steel.

“nng, ichi—” his big hands are all over you, the other occupied as two long digits shake knuckles deep into your pussy, a shuddery moan faltering past your plump lips. he doesn’t bother telling you to be silent, simply because he didn’t care to get caught. the doors locked, and even if you did, he’d still finish what he started. you screech low in your throat after he spanks you, humming while he squeezes your flesh and you greedily rock back on his fingers, squealing when he curled his fingers.

“i know, princess,” he hissed deridingly, and you reply with a broken cry, his strong palm hitting against your ass sinisterly each time you moved back against his long fingers. he holds down the middle of your back to make you arch more, keeping you there while his hand wildly claps on your skin, twisting and curling his middle and ring fingers to hit all the perfect spots.

his eyes devilishly study you, your hips quaking the faster you bounce your ass back, ichigo grinning and speeding up his fingers until you jump and reach behind yourself to slow him down, his pace rapid and your voice couldn’t help itself, moans nearly echoing around the bathroom.

“move your hand,” he rasps, slipping his fingers out and setting his hands under the curve of your ass with his breath hitting you, lower lip dropping and meeting with the upper slowly to kiss your cunt, lashes grazing his cheekbones as he closed his eyes. you whimpered, covering your mouth when you hear a faucet turn on, indicating someone was in the area and using the restroom. a desperate whine tumbles from your throat. you hated that he picked here to do this. you should’ve kept your mouth shut.

your back arches more when his thick tongue delves into your soppy hole, covetously rocking on his face for extra friction. ichigo’s tongue giving you heavy and hard licks. he grunts against you and hits your ass hard, being rougher with his tongue, flicking vehemently and swallowing like a starved animal. you gasp, trying as best as you could not to be too loud but it was near impossible at this rate. so, really, fuck who hears. ichigo spreads your thighs apart, thumbs holding your ass up so he could graze every inch of you with his mouth.

“fuck,” ichigo cusses, burying his face deep into your pussy and slurping incredulously. reaching behind yourself to grip at his hair. your thighs quiver on his face, your stomach coiling as he moaned and tasted you, swallowing every last drop. you hiccup, keeping your hand over your mouth, screaming your voice dead in your palm as you came tediously in his mouth, squeezing your thighs shut as well as your eyes. ichigo overstimulates your orgasm as he suctions his lips precipitately all over you. moist lips pecking the flesh of your thighs to ease your orgasm, body trembling eccentrically, trying to regain your breath with your face squashed into the curve of your arm, perplexed. lost for fucking words.

ichigo wraps his arm around your waist, holding your back to his chest to keep you balanced after he hands to his full height, licking his beet red lips and kissing your neck. “tell those girls your pussy was in my mouth.”

[brittscafe]

Aftermath of TYBW

Finding each other after Ywach invades the soul society.

Includes: Jushiro, Shunsui, Shinji, Byakuya, Kenpachi, Renji, Ichigo, and Toshiro.

CW/TW: Angst...I think, but happy endings for everyone 🫶🏻 Plenty of fluff to go around for everyone.

Jushiro: Everyone had already lost so much and you weren't going to be able to handle the loss of your husband. You enter one of the buildings that was left standing, the hospital.

So far, you knew most of the captains had made it out alive, but there was no word on Jushiro.

Your palms are sweaty as you burst into the hospital full of people roaming in the hallways and loud chatter. Your eyes dart around and you sink down in your figure.

Jushiro and you were on opposite sides of the hospital, trying to see over the crowds of people. He clenches his fists and your eyes catch a glimpse of his silver hair.

A smile tugs on your face as you push through the other soul reapers and Jushiro's gaze meets yours. His eyes light up as you run over to him and practically crash into him.

Jushiro wraps you up in his tight embrace and relief washes over your body. You were at home and you were so happy.

"You're okay," you breath out, squeezing him as tightly as you can.

"I am, but I won't be if you keep squeezing me like that," Jushiro struggles to speak and you quickly release your tight grip.

Shunsui: Your feet thud on the ground and you pant heavily. You stumble over the rubble of what used to be buildings in the soul society and your feet slide across the ground.

Ywach and his army had just left and you couldn't find Shunsui. You couldn't feel him anymore and you were just imagining the worse.

Shunsui was barely holding himself up on the palm of his hands. Blood was running down his face and his right eye is gushing out fresh crimson blood.

Your jaw drops open and you fall onto your knees in front of Shunsui. He glances up at you, a smirk forming along his face and you frown widely.

"Shunsui, oh my god," you breath out, bringing up your trembling hands, but stopping before you can touch him. You didn't want to hurt him.

"Oh, come on. It could be worse, y/n," Shunsui teases you, grabbing onto your hands and rubbing your skin gently.

"You're hurt and we need to get you to the Unohana and the others," you demand, chewing on your bottom lip.

"I've got new responsibilities, y/n. I'm the new head captain," Shunsui points out and you shake your head. You pull away from his hands and cup his face.

Shunsui slightly winces at your touch, but leans into it, craving more of you.

"Not yet. Let me take care of you, please, Shunsui," you beg him, fresh tears glistening in your eyes. A pout dances along Shunsui's face and he nods his head.

"Thank you," Shunsui whispers and you pull his face towards you. He rests his forehead on yours and relishes in the peaceful moment.

Shinji: You were both searching for each other, hearts ramming against your chests as both sprint through the soul society. You were both injured, but on the better side than the rest of the soul society.

"Shinji!" you call out with a roaring voice. Shinji spins around and his face lights up at the sight of you. Shinji sprints over to you and he wraps his arms around your waist and spins around you.

"I'm so glad that you're okay," he breathes out, nuzzling his face into your neck.

Your feet are still dangling into the air as the tears stream down your face and you let out a tiny sob. Shinji's eyes widen as his eardrums fill with the sound of your sobs and he loosens his grip on you.

Your feet hit the ground and you slowly pull away from Shinji. His eyes rake over your face with concern and he places his hand on your cheek.

"I was so worried...that I had lost you. I can't lose you, Shinji," you hiccup out in between sobs and Shinji frowns widely.

"You will never lose me, ever," he reassures you, gathering you into his arms again.

Byakuya: You couldn't help the streams of tears rushing down your face as you laid your eyes on Byakuya, pressed against the wall and his sword on the ground.

Your stomach twists into uneasy knots as Byakuya's eyes meet yours. His eyes are full of agony, shame, and deep sadness. You rush over to him and he does everything in his power to hold himself up.

"Y/N," Byakuya calls out with a soft voice.

"It's okay. I got you," you reassure him, placing your hands on his shoulders. Byakuya leans against you and instantly falls down onto you.

He holds himself up against you, his chin resting on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your waist.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't protect you," he mumbles out, a frown tugging on his face. Your breath shudders and you rake your fingers through his hair.

"No, don't you dare say that. You did protect me, Byakuya. Now it's my turn to protect you, okay?" you assure him and he inhales sharply.

"Okay," he whispers and you give him a gentle squeeze, carefully not to break him in his fragile state.

Kenpachi: Finding him face down on the concrete was the scariest thing you had ever witnessed. You never had to worry about Kenny, he was always so strong.

He never gave up and a bitter taste had formed in the back of your throat that you couldn't seem to get away.

You drop down onto your knees in front of him and start to shake his body, hoping he'll get up. Panic starts to flood your body as the large man doesn't move and you stand up onto your feet.

You kick him in his side and he still doesn't move. Your hands become sweaty and you let out a shaky breath.

"Get up. Get up, Kenny," your voice starts out as a whisper, begging and pleading him.

Ikkaku hears your voice in the distance and starts to rush over to you.

The tears fill up to the brims of your eyelids and you bite down on your bottom lip. "Get up! Goddamn it, get up! Kenny, please!" you start to scream out and Ikkaku's eyes widen.

You start to leap towards Kenny when Ikkaku's arms wrap around you, pulling you back.

"Y/N, stop!" Ikkaku demands, but not before you get in one last kick. You become pudding in Ikkaku's arms, blood-curdling sobs leaving your lips.

Ikakku's loosens his grip on you and you drop down to the ground.

"Hey, you kick me one more time, y/n and I'll make you regret it later," Kenny's voice growls out as he slowly lifts his head up from the ground.

"Kenny?" you call out, sniffling as he groans and grunts as he struggles to sit up on the ground.

"Why the hell are you crying so much? I'm still alive," he asks, examining your face and you throw yourself into his arms. Kenpachi grunts as you slam yourself against him and he secures his arms around you.

"I'm okay," he comforts you, gently rubbing your back.

Toshiro: Heavy pants leave your lips as you hunch over on the ground, your fingers loosely wrapped around the handle of your sword.

There was blood everywhere, surrounding you. Your comrades blood and yours everywhere. Your lungs were burning and every inch of your body was covered in hot, sticky sweat.

A pair of strong arms wraps around your body and easily lifts you off the ground. Panic fills your body and you snap your head, glancing over at your shoulder.

You gaze into Toshiro's icy eyes and let out a sigh of relief. You rest your head against his shoulder and close your eyes for a minute.

"Are you okay?" you ask, opening your eyes and they glue to the blood painting his face.

"Don't worry about me, y/n. Are you okay?" Toshiro asks and you tug away from him. You turn around and Toshiro's eyes widen.

"I'm not really sure. This guy did stab me pretty good," you point to the sword wound sticking through your chest.

"Y/N," Toshiro calls out, his jaw dropping open.

"I'm sorry," you mumble out.

"Shut up!" Toshiro speaks through gritted teeth and your eyes widen.

"Listen, I have to be honest with you, Toshiro. I don't think I'm going to make it back to the hospital," you explain as Toshiro forces himself up onto his feet and lifts you up into his arms.

"Stop talking!" Toshiro raises his voice and you shake your head.

"I just want you to hold me, please," you beg him, tears spilling down your cheeks. Toshiro frowns widely and shakes his head rapidly.

"I will do whatever you want after I get you to the hospital okay? Once we get there, I will hold you forever," Toshiro rambles on, biting back tears as he leaps off of buildings trying to save you.

"You promise?" you choke out, glancing up into his icy blue eyes. Toshiro glances down at you and nods his head.

"I promise," he reassures you.

Toshiro did keep his promise once you woke up in the hospital. He laid in the tiny bed with you, kissing every inch of you and holding you with every ounce of love.

Renji: He didn't care that he was hurt and could barely walk. He didn't care. All Renji Abarai could think about was you and the way your scream echoed throughout the soul society.

Your scream rattled his eardrums so he pushed himself to sprint as fast as he could to you.

Renji freezes in his tracks when he finds you laying on the ground on your side. Blood covers every inch of your uniform and his breath shudders.

He slowly walks over to you and peers over your body. Relief washes over his body as he sees your eyes open.

"Renji, what the hell are you doing?" you scoff out as he grabs onto you carefully. A tiny gasp leaves your lips as Renji effortlessly lifts you up into his arms and starts limping away from the rubble.

"Renji, put me down!" you scoff out, smacking his chest.

"Never," he shakes his head, too prideful.

"You're hurt, Renji. You barely have the strength to stand up yourself. Please put me down before you both send us crashing to the ground," you explain, clutching onto his shoulders tightly.

"If you don't stop talking, I'll make you," Renji comments, rolling his eyes with annoyance.

"Oh, really? And exactly do you plan on doing that because you-" you ramble on when Renji presses his soft lips against yours.

You quietly groan against his lips and bring your hands up to his cheeks, your thumbs brushing his soft skin.

"I plan on kissing you again and again," Renji speaks, peppering your face in soft kisses.

"I see that now," you grumble out, unable to hide your growing smile.

Ichigo: Late. He was too late or at least that's what Ichigo thought. You were fighting in the soul society and he had just gotten here. His eyes were full of sadness and despair as he gazes over the whole soul society, absolutely destroyed.

Ichigo sprints through the destroyed walls and his eyes dart around. He's been running around for a good 10 minutes and he still cannot find you.

"God damn it!" Ichigo curses out, clenching his fists and shoving it into the concrete wall beside him. He didn't realize that you were laying on the rubble right behind him.

"Take it easy, substitute soul reaper. The wall is innocent," you croak out, your voice weak and fragile. Ichigo spins himself around and lays his eyes on you.

His breath hitches in his throat at the sight of you, laid over the rubbled and covered in crimson blood. He rushes over to your side and kneels down.

"What the hell are you doing? I told you to wait for me," Ichigo scoffs out, his eyes softening as he meets your gaze.

"I don't wait on you. Just who the hell do you think you are, asshole?" you still manage to scoff out as Ichigo grips onto your upper forearm.

"Your boyfriend who you should listen more to," Ichigo explains, lifting you up onto your feet. You barely stand on your own feet for 2 seconds, before your muscles start to ache and throb, giving out on you.

You stumble over and Ichigo easily sweeps you up and onto his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" you hiss out, kicking your legs in the air.

"Taking you to a healer. You're not dying on me," Ichigo speaks sternly, starting to make his way through the destruction.

"Ichigo..." you call out, resting your head on his upper back.

"What?" he replies dryly.

"I love you," you whisper, placing a soft kiss against his upper back and Ichigo smiles warmly.

"Don't talk anymore, y/n. You need to rest for now," he assures you, tightening his grip on you. Ichigo carries you the rest of the way to where the hospital was set up, knowing he loves you more than you could ever know.

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is that a challenge?

he only had himself to blame and he knew that. you weren’t one to back down from anything and you definitely weren’t scared to challenge him either. he tried to make you jealous, purposely flirting with your friends and call you his friend just to get a reaction out of you.

usually, you just roll your eyes or scoff but he can tell you’re annoyed.

it’s why he’s surprised and pissed off when he sees you sitting on his friends lap. the gesture in itself is innocent. you two are talking and laughing and no one seems to care about it but he does. of course he fucking cares because he knows how much his friends like you and it makes his blood boil when he sees the way you loosely wrap your arm around the guys neck, leaning closer to laugh at his jokes that aren’t even fucking funny.

when your eyes lock, you’re smiling a little too sweetly at him and the thing about jealousy, is that it’s a dangerous concoction when liquor is involved.

“hey best friend” you say, so innocently that he has to clench his jaw before he says or does something stupid.

he was going to teach you a lesson when you were alone later. he didn’t think your little game was funny anymore.

|| eren, kuroo, ichigo, ran&geto

[pfpanimes]

⌕ 15.07 - HAPPY B-DAY ICHIGO.

like or reblog if you save/use.

[nymphoheretic]

Hate Sex:  Sexual intercourse between people who hate one another.

Synopsis: You hate the beast inside your boyfriend, but it loves your pussy. Maybe you did love it too.

Warnings: Hate sex, rough sex, mating press, creampie, slight tybw spoilers, Hollow is called Shiro to avoid any further spoilers, afab!reader (no pronouns mentioned) pet names(Toy, Queen)

Word Count: 0.7k

Pairing: Hollow Ichigo x Afab!reader

Tags: @semisgroupie @anime-nymph @evierena @natural-goddess @punchingsasukebymoonlight @spiral_flood @makaylasierra789 @thus-spoke-gee @fandomterrorist @randomveyn @sinsayah @chaotic-nick @shoutaswhore @actually-a-tampon @deputy-videogamer @kashasenpai @tokyometronetwork @bakugosbratx @awilddreamermain @monaukah @ovarysnake23 @itsjustfics @mikasavqx @animeguyswhore030208 @whatelsecouldgowrong @metalpink @megumri @mindlesschicca @cherrymangobanana @nappingwithyuuji @leoncito1503 @petalsrdead @o3o-aya @misslovingpearl @chaos-night @starry-supernova @slutforkyojuro @stygianoir @babiefwuit @shirohyorin​ @sailewhoremoonn​ @no3tis @noriken

Your body shook with each thrust the man above you gave. You hate that you were so attracted to this beast that lived inside your boyfriend. Hate how easily your body grew so needy for him when you felt the changes in Ichigo’s soft, gentle touches becoming rougher and more demanding. Hate how his chillingly warped voice echoes in your ear as he calls you his little toy.

You hate how he was using your boyfriend’s face as he spews his degrading words at you. The only way you knew this wasn’t Ichigo was the gold glow his eyes shine as he forces you to look up at him. You hate how he would lift your leg to his face and run his tongue up your calf until it reached the gold anklet Ichigo had given to you with his name on it. 

Because he loves seeing the hatred burn in your eyes as he did it. 

“Aww, is my little toy getting mad that I’m fucking you so deeply or that I’m messing with this.” His teeth pulls the chain taut against your skin, his insane giggles echoing through your shared bedroom with your boyfriend. “Oh?” His snaps his hips into yours, feeling you clamp down on him after he pulls on the anklet. “Does the King do this? Pulls on this little chain while fucking you in a press like so.” 

He pushes your knees to your chest as he fucks into you even harder, the wet slap of his balls hitting the curve of your ass filling your ears even more.  He watches with glee as you bite your lip to prevent your moans from coming out. “Don’t want me to hear them? Don’t worry the King is still sleeping. Go ahead and moan pretty f’me, yeah?”

You don’t want to do as he said, but he angles his hips so that he was putting constant pressure on the one spot that Ichigo and he both knew drives you crazy. Your body jolts as your back arches off the bed, mouth dropping open in a loud cry of the name you dubbed the beast. “Shiro!” You dig your nails into his back as he pounds into you, not once slowing down his tempo. You could feel your walls constrict around his length as the ball of heat, wound tighter and tighter inside.

“Going to cum?” He mocked his tongue slipping out to circle around a perk nipple. “Going to let the beast you hate so much fuck you so much that you can’t even speak?” He laughs again, increasing the speed of his thrusts once more, until the bed was creaking under the two of you; the headboard slamming against the wall, the tip of his cock pressing against the sweet, gooey spot. “Go on, cum for me, my pretty little toy.”

You shake your head, not wanting to give into this demon’s demands, but your body was betraying you as your thighs began to tremble, your walls spasming around his cock. “No.” You plead. You didn’t want to cum to this look-a-like’s touches. You hated him. You hated him so much. “I hate you, Shiro!” You screamed out as you gushed around his cock, squirting your juices down his shaft and balls.

He grins as he leans up and licks his lips feeling your cum coat his dick. “No, you fucking don’t. You gave me a name. You love me just as much as that pathetic excuse for a King.” His thrusts start to grow sloppy as his own high was approaching as your clenching walls attempt to milk him of his seed. “Greedy fucking cunt wants my cum, huh? Then fucking take it!” He pumps into you once, twice, three times more before he locks his hips into yours, his cock twitching within your depths.

A moan escapes from the feeling of his hot seed painting your insides in thick ropes of white. "Shiro...” you coo out, your hands coming up to cup the fine hairs on the back of his neck. “Give me back my Ichigo.”

Shiro looks at you with unblinking golden eyes as they begin to flicker to the warm amber color you fell in love with. As the hollow faded back into Ichigo’s consciousness, his voice echoes. “I’ll be back, Queen...”

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[ifonlyitwasmidnight]

Sometimes your man just wants to be the bottom.

I had the idea that Mitsuya Takashi is a switch. Which resulted in this brain rot.

CW/TW: Depictions of switch behavior, depictions of sub drop, fingering (f. receiving), pussy eating, biting. Pretty tame, all things considered.

WC: 2118

MDNI 18+. Seriously, don't.

As always, list of boys I think can fit this at the bottom.

Likes, comments, reblogs appreciated <3

It wasn’t hard for him to notice the shift in your emotions. The change in the way you held your shoulders. How you would clench and unclench your jaw as your paced, talking rapidly into the phone as the person at the office, yet again, uploaded the wrong project proposal. 

He slowly turned the page in his book, not really absorbing the information, too caught up in watching you. The stress from the last few weeks was piling up. Day and night, he watched as you fixed people's mistakes and led meeting after meeting. 

 You sighed heavily as the call finally disconnected and gripped your phone tightly to your chest.

Two hours.

You were supposed to be in the car and going to dinner two hours ago. 

You tried to roll your neck to relieve some of the building tension to no relief; it simply melted down the rest of your body, making your movements stiff and awkward. 

Warm hands wrapped around yours and peeled them apart, grabbing your phone and silencing the ringer. You didn’t care enough to protest. If nine P.M. on a Friday night is when someone needed you, they could wait. The man in front of you was making sure of that.

His eyes were warm as they held yours. The touch of his thumb was delicate as it grazed your lower lip. 

You opened your mouth to apologize for ruining your plans. It was supposed to be a special night, a celebration of you two just for fun. He shook his head, silencing you before you could even attempt. His large hand engulfed yours, lacing your fingers together before pulling you gently to your bedroom. 

“Baby,” you said gently, tugging his hand, “if we go now, we can still get something.”

He just looked over his shoulder and smiled. Ignoring your suggestion. 

The lights in your room were dim, two simple bedside lamps that bathed the space in the simplest warm hue. He positioned you at the foot of the bed and slowly removed his clothes. Your mouth dried as you watched his movements. Each one slow and calculated. A hand reached over his shoulder to grab the back of his shirt and pull it off in one pull, dropping the fabric in a pile next to him. 

The dress pants he had put on for the night hit the ground next and were kicked behind him nonchalantly. Your fingers flexed with the urge to reach out and touch him. You wanted to feel his smooth skin under your fingertips as your traced along the deep v of his Adonis belt. Your breath hitched as he slowly sank to his knees in front of you, his hands resting palms face up and open on the tops of his thighs.

Submission.

His eyes were wide as he looked at you, his thick lashes brushing gently against his cheekbones each time he blinked. 

He would kneel for you, giving you what you need to feel back in control. His lips parted as you tilted his face up slightly with a finger under his chin. Your thumb slid along his plump lip, pulling it down gently before letting it bounce back. He panted softly, leaning forward into your hand.

“Use me,” his voice was low, just a growl that lived somewhere tucked deep into his chest. 

Your pussy clenched around nothing, throbbing at his words as they draped over your skin like silk. Only for you would he do this. Only here, in the safety of your hands, would he allow himself to let go. 

“Take off my pants,” you commanded. 

His hands trailed up your legs, gripping and massaging your calves and thighs through the material as he went, making quick work of the button and pushing them over your hips. He held a hand for you to balance while you stepped out of them. You removed your blouse, standing in front of him in nothing but a matching set, something you had hoped he would have ripped off you after dinner. 

He sucked in a deep breath and pulled his lip between his teeth. You could see the restraint on his face as he kept from leaping at you to tear it off. To take over the situation and try to fuck the stress out of you. 

The back of your knees hit the bed as you retreated a step and sat down on the mattress. You crooked a finger, motioning for him to come to you. His hands slid along the inside of your thighs, pushing them open so he could settle between them. Your elbow propped you up as your other hand filtered through his hair, pulling tenderly at the roots. He groaned and leaned into the pull, just the littlest touches already driving him mad. He wanted to make you moan and forget. He needed to make you forget. 

He leaned towards your thigh, stopping a breath away before looking at you, 

“May I?” His breath was hot against your skin, causing goosebumps to blossom. 

You hummed in approval and sighed heavily at the first hot, open-mouthed kiss he pressed to your sensitive skin. You pulled his hair, gently guiding him towards your core, pulsing with need. The soaked material of your panties beginning to feel more and more restrictive the longer you lay there. 

His breath ghosted over your clothed cunt, and you shivered, the change in temperature striking. Fingers hooked in the side of your panties and pulled; you lifted your hips, letting him remove them from your body. 

Your toes curled as he grabbed one of your ankles, kissing the bone and moving up, letting the back of your knee sit comfortably over his shoulder as he progressed. His hand reached under your other thigh, pushing it up and out, resting it on the plush comforter, exposing you fully to the air. 

Your eyes fluttered shut at the first long swipe of his tongue from your entrance to your clit. The tip of his tongue circled the nerve, coaxing it from its hood before his lips clamped around it. Every movement was precise. Each one was calculated to coax your pleasure strategically. He groaned as the sweet taste of your cunt washed over his tongue. He could drown here and be a happy man. The sweet sounds you made as he repeated his ministrations had his cock throbbing, but this wasn’t about him. Each time his tongue pushed into your tight hole, your hips rolled. When his tongue flattened and dragged over you, gathering as much of your arousal as he could, your thighs trembled. 

“More,” you gasped. You could feel your orgasm building, the slow, burning white hot pressure starting in the low of your stomach. 

“Tell me.” 

He wanted to hear you say it, to guide him to your pleasure.

“I want your fingers.” 

Instantly, two of his fingers were pressing against your hole, slowly sinking in, knuckle by knuckle. His pace was unhurried and deep. The thrust of his fingers matched the assault on your clit and the rock of your hips. You panted as you watched him devour you. Your grip on his hair tightened as you pushed your hips against him quicker, chasing your release. His moans vibrated through your core. Each quickening breath caused him to increase the speed of his fingers until you were arching your back and letting out a choked sob. You clenched down on his fingers, fire rushing through your veins as you came. 

Your head swam as you came down from your high, gasping as your body melted into the bed. Soft kisses were peppered on your stomach as he moved up your body. His weight settled on top of you, his forearms on the bed, caging you in as his lips pressed against yours, encouraging your lips to part before sinking his tongue into your mouth. He invaded your senses, the scent of him, the way he felt between your legs, his hard cock pressing against your still sensitive cunt. 

You reached between your bodies and grabbed his cock through his boxers, and he bucked into your hand. 

“Do you need me, baby?” You asked against his lips, pushing his boxers down enough for him to wiggle out of them before wrapping your fingers around his cock, slowly stroking him from base to tip, spreading the bead of pre-cum over the head of him.  

“More than I could ever explain,” he panted against your lips, chasing your slow strokes. He kissed down your neck to your bra, a hand snaking under your back and expertly unhooking it with one hand. His teeth met a perk nipple as soon as the material was moved, and he sucked it deeply into his mouth, savoring the taste of your skin. 

You guided the tip of his cock to your entrance, and he slowly pushed forward, legs shaking with restraint. Everything in him urged him to slam himself into you, claim you as his as he has many times before. A sweet groan slipped from him as he sank into you, inch by inch. Each pulse of your pussy had his hips sputtering. Nothing would ever compare to you. 

You both moaned when he bottomed out. So full of him, body and soul. He hooked one of your legs around his waist, bringing the other over his shoulder. He kissed the inside of your knee as you adjusted, the new angle putting him even deeper within you, hitting every spot you could want. 

“Let me move,” he whimpered, “please, my love, let me fuck you.”

His legs trembled with restraint, trying not to fuck you into the mattress. You cupped his cheek and nodded. He pulled out slowly before letting his hips fall back into yours, the smack of skin on skin mixing with his grunts each time he bottomed out. Every powerful thrust made your breasts bounce. 

You whined softly, raising your hips to try and meet him thrust for thrust, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

“Baby,” you moaned, “I need….” You didn’t know what you needed.

The sudden withdrawal of his cock was a jolt to your system you didn’t have time to process before you were flipped over onto your belly, and he brought your back against his chest with a hand on your sternum. He pushed your knees apart slightly with your own and quickly thrust back into you, the new angle making your back arch off him. 

This.

Your moans were louder now. His thick cock filling you better than before. 

“Feel,” he said in your ear as he grabbed one of your hands and placed it on your lower tummy. Each time he thrust into you, the outline of his cock brushed against your hand, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head, savoring the feel of his. 

You had known it was only a matter of time before you would hand the power back over to him, allowing him to use your body how you would please and what would bring you both screaming towards climax. 

His hand dipped down lower, rubbing your neglected clit, and you keened, almost sobbing at the sudden rush of pleasure you were missing. 

“That’s right, baby girl,” he kissed your shoulder as his pace picked up, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he neared his high, “squeeze me, milk me. Gonna take all my cum?” 

You nodded, unable to find the words to say, to warn him that you were barreling towards another orgasm quicker than you could understand.  You felt yourself tightening, dangerously close to too tight to let him move.

“I know, baby. Just let go,” he said.

He pinched your clit with one last punishing thrust, bullying up against your cervix, and on command, your orgasm shattered through you. Not slow and burning like before. No, this one stole your breath, silently screaming as you felt hot cum spurt into you, painting your walls. 

You melted back into his arms, your legs shaking and unable to hold you up as you breathed through the shattering orgasm. The tension in your shoulders and back was finally releasing. You didn’t realize tears were streaming down your cheeks until he wiped them away. 

“’ M gonna pull out, ‘kay? Then we're gonna go get in the bath.” 

You nodded. Your body felt weightless as he carried you to the bathroom and sat you on the tub's edge, holding your cheek as he turned on the bath. Rubbing your shoulder as it filled. Sitting behind you and holding you as you retreated into him. 

“I love you,” you whispered into the still air. 

The silent kiss on your hairline was the only answer you needed. 

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A/N: I spent most of the day writing this and don't know how I feel about it. Mitsuya is just a switch in my head, and it was physically a brain rot. All gotdamned day.

So, I'm sorry if this is utter trash.

Anyways, list of boys below.

xMITSUYA, Ichigo, Denki, Chifuyu, Kirishima, Hawks, Jūshirō Ukitake, Shunsui Kyōraku.

[soleilnomoon]

My friend, I heard it's the cool thing to leave things in your inbox and I want to be like the cool kids so here I am. How about a scenario with Kurosaki Ichigo trying to convince S/O to ask HIM out instead of him just doing the asking out himself? It can be whatever you want it to be: comedy, romance, fluff, smut. The choice is yours *finger guns*

sora... love of my life, light in my eyes, wind beneath my wings, etc. etc. etc. u have been so patient, and i'd apologize but u already know what kind of drama this fic put me thru!!! anyway!!! this was a labor of love (as always) yk i only ever want the best for u bbgorl 🥰️🥰️🥰️

5.9k words (DONT LOOK AT ME OMG), fem reader, nsfw, 18+, mdni; there's fluff i promise (who am i), angst bc why not, mutual pining, and smut; ichigo... is a dumbass, and i like seeing him suffer; i also like seeing reader suffer; a wild orihime appears! and some other miscreants. feat. cute things like: hair pulling, slight exhibitionism (shhh), oral (m receiving), dry humping, kIsSiNg, idk alcohol but a tiny bit; ichigo is down bad ok, idk what to tell u; reader is also down bad but she thinks she's being stealthy abt it. (if u see any typos/grammatical errors shhh no u didn't)

“imprison me in your name, let love kill me.” — mahmoud darwish

&

i love you, with a touch of tragedy and quite madly.” — simone de beauvoir

SUNDAY — 12:01 a.m.

in such a vast, mostly unexplored universe — where curses and wishes exist ubiquitously, teetering on opposite ends of a complicated spectrum of morality — there is one universal truth: love is a fucking battlefield. such is the woe of one kurosaki ichigo as he navigates through the various intricacies involved with such a strong emotion. if it was up to him, he wouldn’t suffer through it — but it’s not. his heart is incredibly foolish, his mind even more so; and despite what others might think, he’s not exactly as confident in his capabilities in romance. which is why he’s resorted to mapping out different ways to get you to do the work for him.

mostly because he can’t bear the agonizing feelings that come with vulnerability. so, rather than him ask you out, he’s attempting to get you to do it instead. inspiration strikes when he’s sitting at his desk after midnight, textbooks and notebooks strewn about, his studying long forgotten. ichigo spends an hour or so mulling over the hows and whys of everything, when a brilliant idea — or, series of brilliant ideas, rather — suddenly pops into his head. tearing out a piece of paper from his notebook, he scribbles down his thoughts, as if he’s afraid they’ll leave him forever if he doesn’t find a way to hold onto them. by the time he finishes, his hand is covered in splotches of ink, but he’s satisfied with his work.

he’s not completely sure if it’ll all pan out the way he wants, but he’s willing to give it a shot.

MONDAY — 10:56 a.m

it’s out of pure coincidence that he runs into you at the convenience store. you’re in an aisle with items that are on sale — a mega sale, at that — perusing through the little tubes of lotion and hand sanitizer, admiring the cute designs on each bottle, contemplating how many to buy. he’s tall enough that he spots you before you see him — which takes a long damn time, if he’s honest — but as you busy yourself looking at different items on the shelves, he takes to watching you from afar.

there’s something frighteningly beautiful about the way you make simple things look graceful and magical. from the way you carefully drag your fingertip along the labels, admiring the designs, giggling at some cute artwork; to the way you tilt your head, confusion clouding your vision as you debate internally over which product to buy; to the way you decide to shove as many items into your basket as possible, face flushed at the impropriety of purchasing so many — but they’re on sale, so you justify your shopping before you head to the cashier.

the entire time you move around, you feel his eyes on you; while he might think he’s being stealthy, you’re very aware of his presence. and how could you not be? ichigo isn’t someone you can ignore — nor would you ever try to, he’s such a dynamic person, kind without realizing, stubborn and silly, and, more importantly, incredibly handsome. you think it’s cute how he slinks through each aisle to follow you carefully — dressed as inconspicuously as possible — ducking whenever you turn your face to try and catch him, except he’s so damn tall that he can’t really hide too well.

still, you let him continue playing his little game, and head to the register to check out. maybe he’ll eventually let you in on whatever it is he’s planning if you play along. but he never approaches you, doesn’t call after you when you leave the store, which only leaves disappointment and confusion to fester around your stomach. he curses under his breath as he watches you walk further and further away from him; he’d meant to say something, to call out to you earlier, but nerves got the best of him, and he couldn’t bring himself to do it.                                                                                             

TUESDAY — 3:39 p.m.

the library is packed, students crammed into each seat and table along the first few floors. after the fiasco from yesterday, ichigo is that much more determined to make sure that things go according to plan today. again, it’s out of pure coincidence, that he’s also at the library around the same time you are. it’s almost instinctual, the way he spots you right away; he admires the shape of your calves, the way your skirt sits snugly around your wide hips, barely reaching the middle of your thick thighs.

it’s impossible for him not to watch you, not when you pause to look around the floor for an empty seat — teeth sinking into your bottom lip, lashes fluttering every time you blink. he knows how much you hate being in crowds of people, how your focus wanes if there’s too much noise around, and how you like to be away from any sort of distraction — you’re quite the dedicated student, he supposes.

so, it’s no surprise that you bypass the floor he’s on and scurry up the stairs, hand gliding up the wooden railing; an innocuous move that has him clench the pencil in his hand tight enough to crack it. he’s suddenly hit with the desire to be a damn railing — an odd, maddening feeling as absurd as it is debilitating. he almost doesn’t hear his name being called, but he does eventually look away and he’s intercepted by orihime and tatsuki. they implore him to sit with their group to study, much to his annoyance because you’ve left his sight and now he wants to go find you.

but he’ll deal need to deal with them, first.

ichigo reluctantly agrees — only after orihime gives him a sweet, yet pleading look, and tatsuki smirks and mouthing what now, almost as if she’s challenging him to defy their request — and plops down on an empty chair. his long legs knock into the neighboring chair and his complaints are ignored by his friends.

you struggle as you lug your heavy bag upstairs to the fourth floor; it’s eerie there, much too quiet, and for some reason people stay away from it. superstitions run rampant around campus about how everyone who studies on the fourth floor happens to fail every exam and assignment. you’re not one to believe in stupid shit like that, but you do say a quick prayer before settling down on one of the lone tables in the middle of the floor. despite being relatively empty, it’s well-kept and very tidy.

sunlight filters through the thick glass of the windows, illuminating the dated furniture and archaic books that litter the bookshelves nearby. it takes a few minutes, but you set up your textbooks and notes so you can review for your upcoming exam. ten minutes pass before you groan for the fifth time and place your face in your hands. you thought that studying by yourself would give you some distance from ichigo, but unfortunately, he’s been on your mind since yesterday. you chew on your thumbnail and consider your options; for whatever reason, he’s too dense to realize that you like him, but maybe you’ll need to be more forthcoming and upfront — maybe even dangle some bait to encourage him.

WEDNESDAY — 8:12 p.m.

after your first round of exams, you invite ichigo over to your apartment for a movie — a small, celebratory break in between midterms. your argument is sound — although, he would’ve agreed regardless — and he volunteers to come with plenty of snacks. all you can do is nod, you’re much too captivated by the shape of his jaw and with how his lips stretch into a smile. absolutely infuriating. all it does is make him radiate like some damn sun god, and you’re offended by it.

and for some reason, a small flutter in your chest causes you to inhale a sharply — thankfully you’re already on your way out of the lecture hall, walking swiftly in the hopes of permanently ridding yourself of whatever this is. you spend the next few hours obsessively scrubbing and organizing your apartment; by the time ichigo arrives, you’re physically exhausted. you miscalculated quite a bit, naively thinking that a bit of manual labor would cure you of your burdensome desire. but it doesn’t. if anything, you think about him even more. how will you survive with him alone with you during the night?

he's in a similar predicament, having spent the duration of his afternoon obsessively thinking about how best to deal with you — the situation was rather stressful, and while he could just sit down and talk with you honestly, it seemed more appropriate to approach things this way instead. he’s been to your place a handful of times, and he commits just a bit more to memory whenever he can. you’re a colorful person with plants hanging and stacked around cutely; you have an affinity for cooking and have artsy pieces scattered throughout your apartment. it fits you perfectly, and he likes how much more relaxed you are whenever you’re away from campus.

“you weren’t kidding when you said bring a lot of snacks,” you say, disrupting his thoughts, voice light and melodic. you eye the bags in his hands and offer to grab a few; ichigo frowns and lifts the bags away and over your head.

“they’re not heavy,” he says gruffly. he rolls his eyes while walking around you, legs carrying him quickly to the living room. if he didn’t give himself some space, your perfume would hold him hostage again; the last time he was this close, the scent of warm apples and sweet strawberries clung to his lungs with every inhale for at least a week. if he’s not careful, he’ll willingly fall into your trap all over again.

he places the bags on the coffee table before sitting on the couch, legs spread wide as he leans back. he appreciates how comfortable it is — with cushions soft enough to easily lull him to sleep. he fights it, of course, especially when you sit down next to him, thigh casually pressed against his. you don’t seem as bothered about this as he is, and when you cross one shapely leg over the other, he covertly adjusts himself while you’re preoccupied with the tv, leisurely scrolling through the options with the remote.

if he has to pinpoint what to blame, specifically, he’ll say it’s your exposed shoulders and flimsy shorts, your round breasts that stretch out your shirt, and your continued insistence on not wearing a bra whenever you’re alone with him.

he swallows hard and reaches down for one of the water bottles he brought along with the snacks; in the middle of him chugging half of the bottle, you place a hand on his thigh and give it a squeeze. he chokes and coughs a bit, hand clutching the bottle harder than he means to, making the remaining liquid shoot out and splash onto your arm and shirt. a deep flush crawls onto his face and ears as he mumbles an apology; you press your lips together, but barely contain your laughter.

“ichigo, what the hell was that?” you’re grinning so hard that your cheeks hurt. he turns his face and wipes some water from his chin with the back of his hand. “it’s not a big deal, really.” and it isn’t. honestly. you finally pick a movie — something gory and full of suspense — and settle back next to him, body pressed closely to his. the water didn’t help, and your hand is back on his thigh, stroking up and down. you’re not sure what possesses you to do it, but the compulsion hit you hard the moment you saw him sitting on your couch. it’s a pet peeve of yours whenever people take up that much space — the habit is obnoxious and selfish — but since he looks so damn good doing it, you give him an eternal pass.

even through the denim of his jeans, he can feel the heat radiating off of your hand, especially when you brush against his bulge, making his erection that much more painful. his cock is thick and heavy, precum drips through his underwear as he clenches his jaw and inhales through his nostrils. you watch him through your lashes and rub your hand up and down his stiff length. his eyes track your movements, the way your tongue darts out and briefly runs along your lips; he’s sure he could cum just by watching you do that over and over again.

maybe he needs help, or maybe he needs to investigate your lips and tongue properly.

as if commanded by an invisible puppeteer, you lean closer and place a hand on his chest; if there was ever a moment for ichigo to act impulsively, it’s now. he tangles his fingers in your dark curls, firmly gripping, tugging you towards him. he slants his lips against yours, tongue licking inside your mouth, caressing your tongue, bringing a heat through your body, an inferno that won’t ever be satisfied. you climb onto his lap, chest heaving, mumbling nonsense like “what took you so long,” and “stop teasing me, please”, kisses growing sloppy and urgent.

whatever sliver of restraint he has vanishes completely once you grind your hips against his, that familiar ache swirling around your abdomen casts a haze over your mind, making your logic nonexistent. his hands settle on your hips, gripping them hard enough to make you gasp and whine, arousal slipping between your folds and dampening your panties. you roll your hips, slowly at first but picking up the pace when ichigo brings a hand to your ass and slaps it. the sting has you jutting your hips forward, pussy bucking against his clothed cock, moaning pathetically against his lips.

if this is a dream, please don’t wake him; there’s a low pounding in his ears, and he takes a moment to admire the curve of your round ass, cupping it playfully. your nails sink into his shoulders, and he hisses while littering kisses along your jaw and down your throat. you bite down on your lip, stifling another moan. the movie long forgotten, you let out a small squeal when he sucks on your skin — teeth and tongue marking you, goosebumps pricking your arms and legs. you know there’ll be a bruise tomorrow, but you don’t care; he can leave as many marks as he likes.

you almost tell him as much, mouth opening, words stumbling over one another. “ichigo, i—”

several loud knocks on your door — accompanied by the terribly obnoxious ringing from your doorbell — has you scrambling off of his lap, face flushed and warm. you practically sprint towards the door, although you pause to catch your breath and fix your clothes a bit. ichigo lets out a frustrated groan, arousal pummeling into him, making it hard to think straight. he hadn’t planned on moving from his spot on the couch, but when he hears multiple voices coming from the front door, cowardice wins out and he hides in your bathroom. it takes five minutes for his cock to settle down, but when he goes to join you in the living room again, several of your friends are eating and lounging around on the floor and couch.

ever the gracious host, you’re pouring drinks for everyone, only pausing when you catch ichigo watching you. already your voice is an octave too high, your panties are clinging to your pussy, damp from your slick arousal. you do your best to not make large movements, preferring to keep your thighs as close together as possible.

annoyance pricks along the back of his neck as keigo clinks shot glasses with mizuiro; he didn’t think that telling them about his plans with you would lead to everyone else showing up too. now there are plans of ordering pizza and wings, of playing drinking games. and naturally tatsuki volunteers ichigo to go pick the food up. he shoots you an apologetic look, one that you wave away noncommittally. you know it’s not really his fault, his friends are just like that. still, you make sure to keep your hair down to obscure the various marks on your skin. you frown a bit when ichigo leaves but fix your features when orihime bounces over to you.

with a tilt of her head, eyes wide and bright, clear and strangely critical, she asks, “what’s wrong?” you know she means well, but you’d rather not discuss the fact that you were seconds away from pulling ichigo’s cock out and riding him until your pussy gave out when they all decided to come over.

“hm?” you try to clear your mind and adopt a friendly smile, “nothing’s wrong, just a little tired.” it’s true, though; you really are tired. all that studying, all that obsessing, it’s bound to make a girl exhausted. you can tell that she wants to press the issue, but in typical orihime fashion, she smiles and leaves it at that. the noisiness only serves to sober you up, but you doubt you’ll be able to sate the desire that steadily keeps building inside of you.

THURSDAY — 1:43 p.m.

tatsuki drags you and orihime to the gym, claiming that running is good for the soul — or something to that effect. you vaguely remember promising her last night, after downing one too many shots of whiskey, that you’d gladly accompany her to work out. your head throbs, your hangover a reoccurring nightmare, one that seems to follow you around all day. you try weaseling out, try to flake, but tatsuki is determined and stubborn as hell. you both admire and despise her for it right now.

you take it easy and stretch with the girls, before heading towards the treadmills. what some might consider benevolence on the universe’s part, ichigo considers cruelty; case in point, the fact that you’re here in the gym, when he knows for a fact that you’re not the exercising type — you’ve blurted this out more times than he can count, which is why he remembers. he drops from the pull up bar and grabs his towel to wipe his face, chest constricting, breathing ragged at the sight of you.

in the back of his mind, he understands that your attire is practical, he’s also quickly aroused by it; your leggings cling to your legs, highlighting your curves, stretching tight around your ass. your tank top flowing, your breasts almost spilling out of your sports bra, it was too much for him to handle at once. incidentally, you feel that ichigo working out shirtless should be illegal; your throat dries as your eyes travel along his broad chest, a ravenous hunger taking hold of your senses, that bothersome ache returning as you press your thighs together. you didn’t realize you’d stopped walking to watch him, muscles firm and thick, sweat clinging to his skin.

tatsuki calls your name repeatedly, and you have to remind yourself that you’re here to exercise and not gawk. it’s then that it dawns on you, your brain will never function properly around him — now that you’ve felt him, you lack focus. his sweatpants sit low on his hips, causing you to actually lose your damn balance; it’s partially comical, but mostly pathetic when you trip over your feet and helplessly fall onto the floor. your hands ball into fists, fingers curled inward, nails leaving tiny indents into your palms. you barely feel it, though, you’re too busy trying to regulate your breathing.

“y/n are you okay?” orihime rushes to help you stand back up; your face burns and you know that if you don’t put some distance between you and ichigo quickly, you’ll end up embarrassing yourself even more.

“yep, just peachy!” the lie is flimsy and you know that she doesn’t buy it, but you’re sticking with it. the truth is just too pitiful. ichigo frowns, fingers twitching as he grips the bar harder. you’re normally not that clumsy, and he’s half tempted to go and see if you’re okay. but the girls crowd you and he knows he’ll only make things worse if he interferes. you finally find a treadmill and even though you should probably stay off of it, you decide to use it anyway. you set a decent speed and fix the incline, opting to jog until your legs give out. if you suffer one more transgression, you’ll never be able to face ichigo again. already you feel that familiar burning sensation in your thighs, but you don’t stop; you’re not sure how long you keep at it, but ichigo is long gone when your body has finally had enough.

you drink some water and try to catch your breath. your mind is buzzing; you wish it was ichigo who helped you up instead. it’s a strange thing to be disappointed about, but you can’t stop imagining his strong arms wrapped around your soft waist. a lightheaded feeling takes over, you’re not sure how much more you can take; you’re barely surviving as is with minimal interactions with him.

he heads straight for the locker room as soon as he’s done with his last rep; no amount of cold water from the shower can snap him out of the daze you put him in. everything about you is dizzying, and just remembering how your lips and hands were on him, how soft your ass was, how he was so close to sinking his cock into your pussy the night before, makes his cock hard all over again. he has enough sense to ignore it, but he saw you jogging and nearly fell off the pull up bar. you’re dangerous, that much is certain; he’s never been this captivated by a person, so it’s almost as if he’s navigating through new territory.

“fucking ridiculous,” he says bitterly and turns off the shower so he can get dressed. he knows what he needs to do, he just needs everyone in his life to stop interfering so he can properly talk with you alone.

FRIDAY — 6:15 p.m.

for whatever reason, his friends conspire together and decide to do dinner at orihime’s house. rukia and tatsuki both shoo orihime out of the kitchen, not wanting to deal with whatever strange concoction her impulses come up with. it’s meant to be a casual affair, which he reminds you again when he stops by your apartment to pick you up. ichigo raids your fridge for something to munch on while he waits, and after fifteen minutes, he makes his way down the narrow hallway to your room. the door is open, so he assumes you must be all done, walking in without announcing himself properly.

there are several outfits strewn about on your bed; after the fourth one, you huff and stomp around your room, the carpet soft underneath your feet as you try to reason with yourself. it’s really because you’re nervous that ichigo asked you to go with him — as his date. or, at least, you’re sure that’s what he meant by inviting you to the dinner. you told ichigo you wouldn’t take long, but that was clearly a lie — not an intentional one, but a lie nonetheless.

“are you still not done?” he pauses, eyes landing on your half naked body; he gets hard instantly at the sight of your soft stomach and thick thighs. you’re too focused on your current crisis that you barely register that he’s in your room as you head back into the closet to look for another dress. if he had better morals and sense, he’d leave you to get dressed at your own pace; but, unfortunately for him, his body is the worst kind of traitor. this has been the longest week of his entire life, but he’s thankful that he has you to himself again.

you put on a new dress and flip your hair over your shoulder. “help me, please.” because your arms are still sore from working out and you figure there’s no harm in asking for his assistance. his heart lodges itself in the base of his throat, hands shaking a bit — nerves or excitement, he’s not sure — but he manages to tug the small zipper up without much issue. his hands linger on your hips, cock stiff as it angrily presses against the front of his pants.

suddenly, you’re very, very aware of how close he’s standing.

he knows that if he doesn’t let go of you, he’ll feel inclined to skip the dinner altogether. but he doesn’t want to deal with the repercussions of flaking, so he decides against it. he does, however, brush his lips along the side of your neck, leaving behind a trail of slow kisses. you’re teetering over the edge, falling further under his spell as his hands roam along your body, roughly kneading your breasts over the fabric of your dress.

you test the proverbial waters and rub your ass against his bulge, which prompts him to bite your neck in warning. you let out a small yelp and softly moan his name; you end up losing more of your composure when he turns you around and kisses you. his appetite is insatiable, his kisses feverish and demanding, a frenzied whirlwind that has you unbuckling his pants and tugging his zipper down to pull out his cock.

his imagination will never compare — your hands are still soft as ever, even as they grip him eagerly, twisting while pumping up and down his length. he hisses when you rub your thumb against the tip and kisses you ardently, tongue brazen as it swirls around yours before sucking on it. you rub your thighs together, breathing unevenly, his kisses scalding and potent. you pry yourself away from him and sink to your knees, tongue running flat against his length, circling around his thick head of his cock and licking the precum that seeps out of his slit.

ichigo’s moans echo in your room, bouncing off the walls, prompting you to open your mouth so you can take in as much of him as you can. he presses a fist to his mouth when you start bobbing your head, cheeks hollowed, mouth hot and tight; you caress his balls with your free hand, enjoying the way his cheeks are flushed and the way he licks his lips while looking down at you. he doesn’t think when he grabs your head and starts fucking your mouth and doesn’t think when you hold onto his thighs and relax your jaw to accommodate for his girth.

 you can’t lie, you’ve been dreaming about this for longer than you care to admit — it’s almost embarrassing how badly you’ve wanted to have his cock in your mouth, but you never imagined that ichigo would be like this; rough, clumsy, but every bit as tantalizing as ever. you let him have his way, using your mouth and throat as he thrusts his cock deeper. you gag but maintain eye contact, tears streaming down your cheeks at the ferocity of his thrusts.

you know something must be wrong with you because your panties are soaked, the ache building from deep inside, bubbling and pushing you closer to the edge. you like this side of him, the one that’s a little unhinged and feral, a man possessed with a certain goal on his mind. he knows he should be a bit gentler, but the way you’re looking at him, like you’re more than pleased with how he’s handling you, convinces him otherwise.

“fuck,” he pants, breath coming out in shallow puffs. his phone rings, startling both of you; he wants to ignore it but has a feeling that it’s one of his friends asking for his whereabouts. he pulls out of your mouth, drool spilling down your chin. he has so many things that he wants to say to you, but none of them come to mind. you’re not ready for any of this to end, so you motion for him to pick up the phone and stroke his cock again.

he hesitates only for a moment, but you have a mischievous look on your face, and he knows better than to test your patience right now. “w-what is it?” he asks when he answers the phone, voice low and husky, a shiver sliding down your spine when you suck on the head of his cock. he clamps his mouth shut in the hopes of keeping as quiet as possible, but mizuiro sounds so concerned and keeps asking why he’s giving him one- or two-word responses. however, ichigo’s desire to fuck you is greater than his guilt; besides, he realizes, belatedly, that you want someone to catch him like this.

it's hot, he won’t lie. and he’d indulge you more, but with the way you’re stroking and sucking his cock, he doubts he’ll be able to tolerate a full conversation with mizuiro — especially as he drones on about how imperative it is for ichigo to keep his promises.

blah, blah, blah.

he cuts the conversation short, tossing the phone onto the floor behind him. he grabs onto your arm, hauls you to your feet, and his mouth is on yours again. orihime’s dinner party is the last thing on both of your minds, not when he leaves you breathless, kissing you until your lips are swollen, lipstick smeared. his hands are on the move again as he tugs your dress off of you, mouth placing messy kisses down your chest, teeth tugging on your hardened nipples before sucking on them. it’s impossible to keep steady when each ichigo’s mouth is ruining your life in the best way possible.

your arousal clings to the inner parts of your thighs, you’re practically begging him to fuck you, words barely coherent as you fuss at him, but he understands you just fine. after pulling the rest of his clothes off, he picks you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist as he holds you against the wall. if he were a better man, he’d have the courtesy to fuck you on your bed; but he isn’t thinking properly, and he’s tired of playing around. he snakes a hand lower, fingers rubbing your pussy, dragging needy whimpers out of you.

“ichigo, damn it,” your frustration is cute and he can’t help but continue to tease you. he slides his fingers into your tight, needy hole, fingers sinking deeply without much resistance.

“you’re so wet, i don’t think i need to prep you at all.” he’s impressed, actually and likes how your pussy keeps sucking his fingers back in every time he pulls them back. you buck your hips against his hand, and if it wasn’t for his arm holding you securely, you’d fall over with ease.

you can barely look at him, cheeks permanently flushed as you moan loudly for him. “that’s it,” he coaches, thumb circling around your clit, fingers scissoring roughly, “you want me to fuck you that badly?”

your eyes grow wide but you nod and breathe out a, “yes. i’ve been waiting for so damn long.” the confession surprises him, as he was under the impression that he was the only one who suffered the entire time. and, because his cock is running the show, he plucks his fingers out of you, lines his tip with your entrance and slams his cock inside. you claw at the back of his neck and all along his chest, legs trembling as his hips knock against yours roughly. nothing could prepare him for the way your plush, gummy walls suffocate him — wet and warm, a snug fit that he’ll never tire of.

you move your hips in tandem with his, matching the timing of his thrusts, as you press sloppy kisses along his jaw, nails raking down his broad back. ichigo’s hips rock forward, cock burrowing deeper with each stroke. both of you are at your limits, he knows he won’t last much longer, but he’ll try his best anyway. his pace quickens, your pussy making lewd, squelching noises, your wetness coating his cock prettily. your breasts bounce as he fucks you harder, your voice growing hoarse from how loud you are, enticing him to pound into you wildly.

he licks the base of your throat, groaning against your skin when you roll your hips, cunt full as his cock is buried to the hilt; his tip hits a spot that makes you hold onto him tighter, breathing shallow as you call out his name. he commits the moment to memory — something to look back on late at night — thoroughly enjoying how you’re writhing underneath him. he angles his hips, keeps them closer to yours, bucking against you recklessly — his cock bringing about an incurable madness that takes over your entire being.

maybe it’s because you’ve been denying yourself for so long — or maybe it’s because you’ve been teasing one another all week — but you feel as if a bit of weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. his balls are heavy, each slap against your ass makes you clench around him more. he rubs your clit, firm small circles that send tiny jolts throughout your body. your back arches as your walls spasm, fluttering around his cock, hips stuttering under his powerful thrusts. the orgasm leaves you dazed, eyes rolling back, your cunt puffy but greedy as it milks him shamelessly.

he never pegged you for a squirter, yet you keep defying his expectations. you want to bury your head underground for eternity, hating the way your orgasm has you incapacitated, slumping over him while your wetness spills onto your carpet.

ichigo keeps fucking you until his hips jerk, rhythm disrupted, cum thick and hot as it spills inside of you. he humps you lazily and you pepper his face with wet kisses, his heart leaping out of his chest as your fingers sift through his hair. both of you are sweaty and out of breath, but when you look up at him, something close to adoration flits across his face. you’re not sure if that’s a post-orgasm sort of thing, but you’ll take it for what it is.

you brush your lips against his, gently kissing him, and ask if he still wants to go to dinner. ichigo shoots you an incredulous look and you laugh in response. “okay, okay,” you pat his chest gently, “boyfriends shouldn’t look at their girlfriends like that.” you say it casually enough that it feels like a joke, but you’re too damn nervous to look at him to see his reaction.

his ears grow hot and he presses his lips together for a moment before mumbling a, “sorry, won’t happen again.” you pinch his cheek and playfully lick at his lips. a warmth travels to your chest, nestles into the crevices that line the inside of your heart, and makes you want to kiss him all over again. he takes that as a sign of forgiveness — although he isn’t actually sure if you meant it or not — and carries you over to your bed. while he initially set out to get you to confess first, somewhere along the way, his mission fell apart. still, he can’t say he’s unhappy about the outcome. and, sure, his friends might give him an earful for missing out on dinner, but he’s much more content and comfortable being with you right now to care.

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Hello hello! I just found your blog through your Ichigo post and it was absolutely 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 straight deliciousness

May I request some SFW and NSFW boyfriend and girlfriend headcanons with Ichigo?

Ofc you may <3

No joke I love ichigo sm he doesn't get nearly as much love as he should

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Warning: Some NSFW content, mentions of blood...

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Ichigo Boyfriend Scenarios, Fem!Reader (SFW and NSFW)

-Part 1

He meets your pets

The first time he had actually met one of your cats was before he even met you.

He had been walking down an alleyway to get home, unknowingly passing by your own house as he carried his schoolbag over his shoulder. In the silence of the isolated alley, he suddenly heard a 'mraow' coming from a nearby torbie cat, which was staring up at him from in front of the gate to your house, as if it was expecting something.

He was a little creeped out and to be honest, he was expecting it to start talking at him much like Yoroichi would. He looked around shiftily, a little unnerved as the harmless little creature stared dead into his soul.

The carrot-top was seconds away from just turning around and walking away until the cat mewled at him again, strolling closer to plop down on his feet and start purring and rolling around, making the boy sweatdrop.

"What do you want from me? I don't have food-..."

He just couldn't keep himself from crouching down the give the soft fur a few pets, watching with a ghost of a smile on his face as the cat headbutted his hand and blinked slowly at him.

So when the two of you had first gotten together and you had invited him over to hang out one day, he was surprised to see that you lived so close by. You had mentioned living only a few minutes away, but he didn't think you'd live on the same street. He had never seen you walking to school or anything, but as it turns out, that was because you liked using the main roads and going through the other entrance because that street is more lit up and less creepy.

Then it made sense. He was about to comment but he stopped short when he had seen the infamous cat sitting on your couch, looking awefully pleased with itself. Over time he had come to think that this cat was a stray, and had stopped to pet her almost every day - he had fed her treats, even given her a nickname.

"Hey, I know you-..."

You were surprised to see your boyfriend walk up to your absolute creature of a cat and start petting her, since she's usually a little hostile to strangers, and can be a bit of a bitch at times. She's well known by neighbours as this dubious little little gremlin, and has earned a bit of a reputation for being a menace - a threat, if you will.

And yet, she just sits there, purring and headbutting your man like an angel as if she hadn't literally gifted you your neighbours live gerbil as a present this morning. You had spent almost two hours strying to catch the damn thing and were halfway contemplating setting fire to the house and moving away while she watched. You absolutely adore her though, and she had been sitting on your lap all day until you had to leave to pick Ichigo up.

He just stroked her while she let him, and you simply stood there in shock, joining him hesitantly as you stare at your cat, Toaster, like she's grown a second head.

"So... she hasn't... bitten you? Maybe stolen your credit card info? gifted you a beetle?"

Okay. Now Ichigo stares at you like you've grown a second head. Jeez, you were only joking... sort of. She is a bit of a biter.

"I even named her and everything, I thought she was a stray. I named her Beef."

"That's... an interesting name, not like I can really talk though, since I named her Toaster..."

The two of you spoke like this, talking about your cat and you share horror stories like this morning with him, making him almost choke on his laugh while you both sit snuggled together on the couch, watching a movie with Toaster-Beef stretched across both of your laps.

He walks in on you changing

You had just gotten out of the shower, wrapped in a small towel as rivulets of now cold water trickle down your skin. Your pyjamas lay on your bed as you drop the towel that hid your body, reaching for the oversized shirt which you definitely stole from ichigo.

You just barely manage to pull it over tits before you hear the click of the door opening, and in comes your boyfriend - your boyfriend, that has a key to your house, which you hadn't even thought about since you'd given it to him. In his hands he holds your chemistry textbook, and you hadn't even realised that you'd left it at his house on accident. You can't really focus on that right now, though, as he pauses and stares straight at your ass and your hips, entranced by the sight in front of him.

You let out an indignified squeal as your brain finally starts rebooting, pulling down your shirt to hide yourself while that dumbass just looks at you and smiles, admiring how pretty you are.

"Get out, dumbass!-"

The two of you are close enough to be comfortable seeing eachother naked by now, but this was so sudden and you hadn't the chance to mentally steel yourself beforehand, so you end up blushing like a wobbly mess and swatting at him to get him to leave, a little miffed at the interruption.

His cheeks are dusted pink as you pout at him, and all he can think of is how cute you are, and how much he fucking adores you.

"You're so cute..."

You flush. With that dumb, stupid look on his stupid face, how could you kick him out? You practically melt and release a defeated sigh, pretending to still be annoyed, but he's just so adorable you wanna see what other cute faces this man can make, and you wonder just how red that blush can get.

It's dark outside, so the curtains are drawn and the lights are low, since you replaced your normal bulb with fairy lights that you had impulsively put everywhere, and around the room hang little Polaroid photos of you and Ichigo and some of your family, a few depicting days out with your friends. The air is warm and you shut your door as you stand in front of your man, blinking up at him and smirking when his eyebrows furrow. Good... He's starting to get bashful. What a cutie.

The lighting in the room reflects on his skin as well as your own, and he looks like a piece of art, backed against the wall and blushing like this. It surely doesn't help that you're not wearing any underwear.

Your body slowly leans against him, your legs slotted together and your thigh resting snug against his clothed dick. Ichigo looks feverous with excitement, and you rest your cheek against his, leaning on your tip toes so you're able to reach.

"Like what you see?..."

It's literally not possible to not tease him, and he shudders a little as you grind your leg against him just barely, his hands quickly grabbing onto your waist and lower back to pull you closer, leaning down to kiss you on the lips like he's starved of touch. He only pulls away when you moan quietly into his mouth, smirking at you and pressing a light nip to your neck before talking back.

"What do you think?"

It's not long before he grinds his thigh up against the heat of your pussy, immitating the way that you've been teasing him and he pushes you harder against his thigh by your hips, eliciting a pleased purr from you.

You get a new piercing

It's hot in Karakura town, so when Orihime suggests a pool party, everyone immediately agrees with enthusiasm.

Everyone's chattering excitedly on the way to the public, outdoors pool, but you're a little bummed that you can't go in. That didn't stop you from bringing your new swimsuit though, since you're planning on taking the opportunity to tan. Orihime already knows that you can't get tempted to swim or else you risk your still-healing belly piercing getting infected. It's only been about four months.

Ichigo, on the other hand, does not know this information. He walks along beside you, having a conversation with Chad that you weren't really listening to. Suddenly, you realise that you haven't actually told him about your latest body mod, and you hum quietly, thinking to yourself that he's in for a surprise once you change out of your clothes and strip down to your swimsuit.

You had bought a cute bikini just for this occasion, and you're absolutely obsessed with it, as well as Orihime and Rukia, and of course, Chizuru. The top half of the bikini has little heart shaped links that connect the bra to the straps, and the piece is a cute light green to match the bottom, which has the same little heart link at the hips.

Once you all arrive at the pool, everyone splits into boys and girls to change, and you part with Ichigo with a quick peck to his cheek.

Okay, maybe you had just done that to make him look cool in front of his friends. Maybe to embarrass him just a little too...

Mizuiro and Keigo give him a pat on the back as he blushes and grumbles, and you laugh with Rukia because she saw right through your evil scheme.

In the girls changing room you get literally bombarded with complements and hugs, everyone studying the shiny, dangling jewellery and your piercing, that's in its final stages of healing. Already you're feeling bashful and your self esteem is higher than before, so when you walk out to meet the guys you're met with Keigo's heart eyes, specifically.

Immediately he is smacked straight in the nose as Ichigo stares at you, not even bothering to look at him or shake out his fist as his eyes lock onto your belly and stay there. He looks amazed and confused all at the same time, taking in the change and wondering how long it's been there. How long has it been since he's last seen you naked? Damn...

You can almost tell what he's thinking and you snicker a little, your abdomen fluttering while you smile up at him, hoping that this is a positive reaction.

You don't have to hope for very long. Immediately he's ushering you away to a qieter part of the pool to inspect it while everyone else is distracted, almost leaning in to touch it before you swat his hands away.

"No touching, babe... It still hurts."

"Oh- sorry... How long has it been there? Why didn't you tell me? Did you think I wouldn't like it...?"

He's giving you puppy eyes at this point, and you coo at him and grab his face, holding it in your hands and smushing his cheeks together as you go on a little rant in your head about how cute and baby and squishy and adorable he is, communicating all of these thoughts into a little kiss.

His reaction is priceless. His nose scrunches up and he wriggles out of your reach, embarrassed at the PDA and slinking into the pool a couple of feet away. He's still facing you, but he's got his arms crossed on the side of the pool, resting his chin on his forearm.

Just to get a little closer to him, you scooch forward and kick a leg over him so that his face is close to your belly and the little dangling playboy bunny that catches the light, your legs spread at either side of his elbows.

"Nah. I mean... I was a little anxious I guess, but I mainly just wanted to surprise you with it."

He still couldn't take his eyes off of the cute little playboy bunny, completely entranced by it.

He sees you crying

Everything that could've gone wrong today, did exactly that. You had gotten into an argument with an upperclassman about your uniform and lack of work ethic at the very beginning of the day, you'd got your failed math test back, Ichigo was out all day doing Soul Reaper work, it had started raining on your way back from school and on top of it all, you might be coming down with a cold.

The first thing you do when you get home is storm to your bedroom, soaking wet with rain water and absolutely freezing cold, and change into your pyjamas to hide under the covers until next week.

Slow tears irritate your cheeks and leave your eyes red as you sob into your pillow, not hearing Ichigo walking up the steps to your room after greeting your mother, who knew to leave you alone and not overwhelm you after a bad day.

He had gotten to the top of the stairs when he heard your hiccupped breathing, his eyebrows furrowing when he starts to worry about you. Were you crying? What happened? Do you want to be alone? He wants to comfort you so badly, but he doesn't know what's upset you, and how he should go about comforting you, even. What if he just makes you more upset?

Eventually, he decides that he's far too worried to back away like a bad partner, and he tentatively knocks on your door, saying your name so that you know it's him. The hallway he's standing in is dark and the only light is coming from the kitchen downstairs where your mom is and the dim, blue glow peeking from beneath your door. After he gets no answer from you, he opens the door slowly, shutting it behind him and letting out a strained breath, greeted with the sight of you huddled in your blankets and the sound of you crying softly into your pillow.

"Hey, It's okay, come on... You're okay, what happened? Do you want to talk?"

After getting a shake of your head in response he tilts his head and pets your hair, knowing that it relaxes you when he does that. The bed creaks under the pressure of your boyfriend joining you under your duvet, and his large hand cradles the back of your head, guiding you to cry into his chest.

And that you do. You sniffle and weep into his shirt, probably ruining it with all sorts of cursed, snotty fluids.

When you've finally cried all of your tears you find yourself feeling much better with Ichigo's comfort. He didn't make you talk when you just wanted to cry, and he gave you the quiet support you needed once he got the hint. Life is so much better with him, and all of your problems seem to disappear as soon as he's in your sight.

You bleed on his bed

You had woken up in the middle of the night with the worst cramps you've had in a while, and in your disoriented and tired state it takes a few more seconds of processing before you realise what this must mean.

Not now, and most definately not here-...

Well, it's now, and it's here.

You quickly shimmy out of your boyfriend's arms, trying to assess the damage you've made to Ichigo's sheets, and damn. He's gonna need to buy new sheets. There are tears already forming in your eyes already as you stop freeze, listening to the soft, relaxed breaths of the occupant of the bed, his bed.

It's not even close to being light outside yet, and the birds are silent outside, the only light in the room being from Ichigo's analogue clock. It's two in the morning.

The stain on the bed is the size of a dinner plate and your shorts are in bad condition, your inner thighs stained with the blood that still drips. The feeling has nausea bubbling in your stomach in chest as you rush to the bathroom quietly, panicking about how Ichigo will react. Shit. Okay. Just get in the shower and refresh yourself first.

You spend a good fifteen minutes in the shower, trying to avoid the outside world for a little while as stress pours through your veins, long strands of hair sticking to your body under the spray of hot water, easing your cramps just a little.

You feel so bad for ruining his matress, and you're gonna have to wake him up to change the sheets and face what you've done. This is literally so embarrassing that you want to curl up into a ball and stop existing.

As you finally get out of the shower you dry and dress yourself, using a pad and slipping a dirty pair of Ichigo's sweats, but when you walk out of the door, Ichigo's sitting on new sheets, reading a book with a pair of reading glasses that he knows you think are adorable.

He's facing you now, looking up from his book and smiling up at you softly, and it doesn't take long for you to crawl into his arms and whine, cradling your belly as you apologise and hide your face in his lap.

He only strokes his fingers through your hair and covers you with a blanket, telling you that it's okay, and that it's not your fault.

"It's just natural. Besides, am I, of all people, gonna be phazed by a little blood...?"

When he puts it that way you realise how paranoid you were being before, considering that his clothes get stained with a new injury every other day.

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Better than before, at least... 'm still sorry."

He just laughs quietly and hands you a painkiller and some water, shifting his legs so that you sit up and pressing a peck to your neck as you ready yourself to go back to sleep, the two of you cuddling as the bedside lamp is turned off.

[sashi-ya]

東京 NIGHTS mini event

𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑷𝑺ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ichigo kurosaki x f! reader

⤹˚ synopsis. adult! ichigo takes you to a winter date to the tokyo tower, climb the steps by his hand, let him guide you the sky.

requested by: @cofeedaifuku ➡ Hello! It has been a really long time since I last requested, so I’m a little shy, but knowing that you are the one that is going to receive it calms me down. Can I request Adult! Ichigo with the prompt to see the tokyo tower at night? Nsfw, female reader she/her, (I’m really bad with requests so I don’t know if I should describe the details of the ask, but in any case, something like Ichigo just loves his s/o so much and he just looks at her and completely loses control. Please ignore this if it is not the case.) tw: MDNI. slight nsfw. adult! ichigo. masturbation through the clothes. wc: 1.7k masterlist

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤHis hand feels warm, powerful too. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤYour hand, in his, feels tiny… protected.

“Can you make some time for me?” that’s how he asked; Ichigo had red apples for cheeks when he did. Your eyes shined like five-point stars; you waited for him to ask you out since forever…

Through the cold streets of Tokyo, the frosting sound beneath your feet sound like cracking. The trees, all of them decorated with silver fairy lights. A gleaming spectacle to the eyes, contrasting with the visible glooming cold of December.

Christmas is right around the corner; the streets are busier than ever. People carry big bags with gifts during a Saturday night, but both of you aren’t buying stuff.

“Have you ever been to the Tokyo tower during winter?” Ichigo asks, stuttering. For some reason, he can be a totally different man when it comes to be all alone with you.

“I never been there during the winter season! I am excited to see the lights!” you chime, so happy your heart could jump out of your chest. Spending time alone with him feels like a dream come true.

Ichigo smiles softly, his eyes flutter to the ground in sign of happiness but still total shyness. “I am glad I chose a good spot, then” he murmurs, scratching the back of his head.

You nod, with a lovely beam. You wish to tell him any spot with him would be perfect, but what if it’s too much? What if it’s not proper?

As you wait for the light street to turn to green, he fidgets with his fingers. His eyes are fixed on your hanging hand, the ginger man is dying to hold it.

You notice, and internally giggle. You help him, letting your sleeve slightly go up. There is no point on acting more shy than him.

Soon enough -or at least right when the red light turns to green- Ichigo snatches your hand. It’s not delicate, it is clumsy but definitely dominant, the way he grabs you and pulls you through the crowd.

Your eyes shine brightly with the lights all around, and the wind plays with your hair looking like the typical shoujo scenes.

Your sight wanders and lands on the freckled cheeks of the strawberry boy; a little blush garnishes his skin, but he has that look of fearless man you know too well. He has decided to stop being shy, to finally get what he came to gain.

A few more steps and your eyes get blessed by the imponent look of the Tokyo Tower in front of you. The red metallic pieces now shine lights of different silver shades. And as you look up, a halo of cold mist surrounds its upper levels.

“Beautiful” you murmur, causing in Ichigo to gasp and look right into your eyes.

“You… you are…” he mumbles, immediately looking away with long orange lashes that cast beautiful shadows over his galaxy cheeks.

You bite your lower lip with a smile, how cute…

“Let’s hurry up, or we aren’t gonna be able to get there before it closes” he tells you, pulling you softly towards the entrance where a man kindly scans the Qr codes from different tickets. You nod and follow him, never once letting you go from your hand.

Once inside, while most of the people decide to take the elevator, both of you chose to climb the 600 steps of the outside stairs. It’s a lot more magical to see the lights of the city as you go up, even if the cold air may seem painful to your lungs. But you don’t care, and neither does he.

You follow him, with the sound of your feet hitting the metallic steps and the heart pumping as hard as them. The more you climb, the more beautiful the city looks beneath your feet.

Ichigo turns around to look at you from time to time, and he is smiling preciously. A beam that he rarely has on his face, but that is big enough to make his brown eyes squint.

The first checkpoint gets cleared, 200 steps in. Then the second one, this time with a little more difficulty. 400 steps, laughing and almost running are a lot more than what your body is used to. However, you want to keep going, but you definitely need to catch some air first.  

“Wai-wait Ichigo” you giggle, taking some deep breath of humid cold air through your mouth.

“Oh… sorry, I- I didn’t mean to make you run that much- I…” he excuses himself, watching you with guilty puppy eyes.

You simply laugh. It is more than okay. If you wanna keep up with him, you need to train. He is an amazing substitute Shinigami, and not only that but the stronger ever made; the least you can do is to be able to climb some steps fast enough to catch up with him.

“No worries Kurosaki-kun. I just needed a little bit of air; let’s go” you rush to keep climbing, even if you are clearly not recuperated still. Your head is a little bit dizzy, your legs a little weak.

You try to walk towards him, but you feel like everything around turns dark for some seconds. And Ichigo notices right away.

“(Name)? are you ok?” he urges you for an answer while his arms surround your tired body with his protective embrace.

You would lie if you said you were feeling bad; after all Ichigo is now hugging you. Nothing could go wrong.

“I am fine… I just got a little lightheaded” you whisper, looking up at him. Your nose barely grazing the sharp jaw of the Shinigami. Looking how his Adam’s apple move as he swallows in clear sign of nervousness.

And even if you wanted to move away from his arms, you couldn’t as he kept pulling you closer, tightly against his chest.

The scent of his soft perfume mixed with the one his winter skin has, reminds you how much you desire him. You want him, you want to praise him, and you also want his lips against your lips.

“Please, rest for some minutes more…” he mumbles, this time delicately pushing your head towards his chest. “You need to breathe calmly…” he continues, enjoying perhaps a lot more than he should the closeness of your skin against his.

You don’t dare to argue; you don’t want to. You just want for him to hug you so eternally, and even after too. You nod, nuzzled in the little crook that his prominent collar bones form in the middle of his chest. The little patch of visible skin in between his scarf and white big coat, is all you need to rest assure for the rest of your life.

His hand slowly goes down to the small of your back; his touch is not indecent, it is caring and loving and despite that, the sexual tension in between both of you is undeniable.

You place your ear on his chest, letting yourself go with the song of his beating heart… allowing yours to beat in perfect synchronicity with it. Your eyes open, and they get filled by the view of a city that never seems to sleep, with neon lights flashing all over long, long streets.

Ichigo does the same, both look through the metallic red protective net for some minutes until a little white fluff falling from the sky catches your attention.

“It’s snowing…” you whisper, snaking your arms around his waist. “How beautiful, it is the first one this year”

“Yes…” Ichigo sighs, with trembling voice and reiatsu growing stronger inside the very core of his body. He is gaining strength, or perhaps thinking carefully about his next actions… what he is about to do, might change the destiny of both.

You know it too; when it’s right, you just know…

“Ichigo, I…” you murmur, looking up at him with your eyes plastered on his lips. Giving him the permission to kiss you once, and as many times as he want.

With the same hand he wields his zanpakuto to protect, he now grabs your chin and rather desperately kisses your lips. When your mouths crash against the other, both let some air scape your lungs, living off each other’s souls. More and more, deepening the kiss, melting into one.

The light show of the tower, the last of tonight, begins. Nobody seems to notice you two, neither you notice the lasers blinking through the heavy atmosphere of cold and snowflakes falling.

His hands, this time pooling in the small of your back in concupiscent intention, pulls you closer than ever before. You notice how much of a man he has become; grown up to be stronger and also to be sexier, mature, extremely attractive.

Your belly, feeling the hardness growing in between Ichigo’s winter clothes. Your legs, quivering as his tongue plays with yours in wet, lustful kiss.

The loud songs coming from inside, accompanying the light spectacle, letting your moans to be unheard by the rest as his hands slips so needy in between your tights from under your flannel skirt.

Ichigo’s fingertips get wet, as they rub against your stockings. You shiver and jolt, as he presses right in the spot. The graze of the tights and panties on your clit makes you whine louder into his mouth. A moan he eats so pleased, so hectically.

“I-Ichigo… I….” you stutter, so close to the very first climax of the night… just by the simple touch of his hands with your clothes still on.

“I know… I know… I am sorry, I couldn’t stop myself no more…” he sighs, kissing your forehead but never stopping the circular motions on your core. “I just love you so damn much, (Name)…” he finally confesses, breathing your last moan before you could melt right there, into a mess of sexual desire unleashed and pleased.

“I… I am… Ichigo…” “I know, let’s go back to the hotel… I wouldn’t like you catching a cold, we can come back tomorrow…It was a good idea to come all the way from Karakura town to Tokyo with you 💖~”

[hellavile]

baby, wyd? ichigo kurosaki.

warnings . . . fem!reader, black coded, established relationship, modern au, fluff, erotic filming, mirror sex, smoking ꒰ blunt ꒱, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl position, eating each other’s faces, cuddle fuck, sloppy intimate slow nasty sex lmao, pet names, use of daddy a few times, reader creams, ichigo’s rlly in love with reader.

mocha’s note .ᐟ . . . i did it yall *cries* i finally wrote for ichigo.

ichi ♡

baby, wyd?

cupcake ♡

just got home from work ! whyyyyy? 🥺

ichi ♡

gonna take you out. i’ll be omw in thirty.

   thirty? after all this time he still doesn’t understand how time consuming it is to get yourself ready to go out. definitely when you weren’t aware of where you’re going. your boyfriend didn’t give you any hint so you were unsure of how to dress. on top of that, it was nearly midnight. your late shift at the hospital draining you, and the moment you came home and kicked off your scrubs, the last thing on your mind was to get ready to go out. your bed was calling you. so close yet so far. ichigo had literally messaged you the moment you leaped out of your convertible. sucking it up just for him, you hop in the shower with no further questions. it has been a while since you’ve seen him, both equally busy.

   maybe he just missed you the same and wanted to do something nice for you. or just craved to be in your presence again. weekends were really the only time the two of you were available. the sweet scent of olay white strawberry and mint body wash mixed in with the thick charcoal rag scrubbing against your skin relaxes your body to the fullest. phases by chase atlantic booms through the cream tile of your shower walls, vibrating in your ears inimically as the hot water beats down onto your skin. you made sure to leave the door unlocked for ichigo to step inside, usually welcoming himself in without letting you know. one time having to smack him for being inconsiderate even if he blamed you for leaving it unsecured. cleansing your face and then finishing with your to die for tree hut strawberry scrub, you’re wrapped up in a towel while you brush and rinse your mouth.

   patting dry, you lather yourself in baby oil from head to toe, hair still caught in your shower cap. you smile down at your chubby black cat brushing up against your ankle with a silver anklet labeled with your boyfriend’s name. a gift for your first anniversary. the short feline skips behind you as you stroll through your studio to reach your bedroom, sighing to yourself because you’re suddenly stressed about what to wear. nothing could possibly be open this late to really head out for. he has to be fucking with you. what if you get all dolled up just for him to pull up to mcdonald’s? you’d be irritated, but thankful nonetheless. quality time is all that mattered. even sitting in his car listening to music would mean everything right now. a passenger princess is what he called you one time. you just loved the idea of being around him.

   when he said thirty minutes, he meant it. a heavy knock on your front door before it’s pushed open alarms you instantly. sucking your teeth at his obsession with always being too early. as you’re closing the curtain that blocks your bedroom, out peaks an adorable fluff of tangerine hair from the door, a smile on that face you love so much, teeth bright as pearls.

“hey, cupcake!” ichigo chirps, closing and locking the door before he takes off his travis scott dunks, knowing you don’t allow shoes in your house. he’s picking up the cat the same time he’s glaring at your silhouette past the sheer white curtain.

   he catches you slipping on a piece of clothing over your head, taking off your cap and shaking out your curly head. he respects your privacy by keeping himself from walking in there and smacking your ass as a proper greeting . . . his way of one, at least. takes a seat on the low emerald, velvet textured sectional, the animal in his arms purring as he caresses it.

    “i hate you.”

    it’s the first thing he hears, and it immediately has him cackling. “why? i’m taking you out, aren’t i?”

    “well, yeah, but . . . you could’ve told a girl mid-shift. i would’ve had more time to plan an outfit. i can’t even do my makeup now. my hairs lifeless. it’s midnight. i worked a twelve hour shift, you know that? no consideration for me as a woman whatsoever.”

    “all i’m hearing is that you’re ungrateful.”

   “fuck you, carrot top!” a heavy slap following with a gust of wind is nearly enough to overshadow the low level of slow rnb. ichigo raises a brow at you, slowly licking his lips while tilting his head to the side, humming as he observes you. body clad in a white spaghetti strapped bodycon dress that accentuates all your curves, tits pushed higher due to your bra being adjusted halfway up your back. a hot pink, suede chanel bag hanging on your shoulder. big curls flowing around your face like a greek goddess. an angel.

   “baby, you lookin’ good as fuck. but you're gonna be cold as a bitch.”

   “why?” you frown.

  “we're going to the waterfront pier.”

   a cheerful gasp you bellow makes ichigo’s smile extend, your cat jumping out of his arms from the noise of you jumping up and down. “babyyyy. the birria truck is there! you remembered?”

   “of fuckin’ course,” he leans back with an arm thrown behind his head, hand on his bare stomach he tucked under his white tee. ichigo swings his legs dressed in black adidas joggers inward and outward, elated from the smile still on your face as you giggle and walk around the house in search of a shoe, eyes tracing you. “they're open till 2am.”

   you glance at the oval clock on your wall, pouting. “i didn't do my makeup.”

   “it's one in the morning. we coming back and cuddling.”

   sucking your lips in, you nod.

  “now come give daddy a hug,” ichigo motions you over with his finger.

   standing straight with giddy in your heart, you stroll towards him, your hips switching effortlessly, the silver chain labeled 'daddy's girl’, which you bought for yourself, dangles along with the ocean blue evil eye as you bend forward to press a kiss to your man's soft lips, the tingle from his blistex vibrating your own. he sits up with you standing between open legs, hands wrapping around the back of your thighs as he hugged you around your midsection with his cheek on your stomach.

   ichigo let's out an exasperated sigh, as if he was getting into a comfortable bed after a long day, squeezing you tighter. “missed you so much, baby.”

   the tips of your fingers strum through his hair as you reply, “missed you too. thank you for taking me out tonight.”

   “don't thank me yet. i need to see if you'll like the food first before we decide what mood you're gonna put on.”

   “are you saying i'm bipolar?”

   “i'm saying you're picky.”

   “correction!” you announce loudly while pointing up a finger. “specific. i like what i like.”

   “i can say the same,” ichigo groans before smacking your ass with a hiss, grabbing a chunk full before shaking it in his hand.

   you laugh at him and shove him away. “stop! let's go.”

   “lemme jus’ . . . ” ichigo gets lost in his thoughts, your eyes widening as he reaches down to grab your calf to lift. “get a taste real quick.”

   “boy!” is what you exclaim as you give his hand a firm smack, like you're popping a child for misbehaving. ichigo snickers, saying he was joking but you knew he wasn't.

   by time you leave the house, it's one fifteen in the morning. the streets are partially clear for your city's night. ichigo passing you his phone to browse through his playlists, immediately going for the ‘late night drive' one which was your favourite considering you helped him pick most of the content. the windows are cracked halfway, warm air breezing your faces as he speeds down the road like an asshole in his pristine white nissan gtr, two usual hand placements; one on your inner thigh and the other gripping the steering wheel.

   it's so hard not to smile like an idiot when he does that. hiding your face in your shoulder as you look up at him like a lost puppy. singing to bryson tiller’s song in check as you intake the scent of the vehicle. it smells just like him. tobacco vanille by tom ford. the opulent scent lingering onto your body whenever he hugged you long enough, or when you stole his hoodies and shirts to wear just to keep him close.

   the drive wasn't long. not even twenty minutes and you were pulling up to the pier, barely packed since it was a sunday night. lots of teenagers came out around this time to smoke and since there was plenty of food available it'd help with the munchies. hand in hand, the two of you walk towards the beaming taco truck with various of color's ranging from yellows, reds, and greens. birria landia was their label. very well known and talked about business. they moved locations so you were super excited to finally get your fill on it.

  ichigo has his right arm thrown over your shoulder, pulling you close to his chest where you rested and listened to his heartbeat and the rumble of his torso as he ordered your food. each order came with four quesabirria’s and a side of consommé, totaling fourteen dollars each which was a steal to be honest. ichigo wanted to try horchata as a drink, getting a large so the two of you could share.

   “you cold?” he asks briefly, spotting you rubbing your arms before you nod frantically, muttering a tiny ‘yes’. embraces you into a hug instantly, tall frame towering you as he rocked the two of you side to side while you waited alongside a few other people, laughing between his armpit where you buried your face.

   you were talking on and on about cotton candy, looking up at him with your chin on his chest, a pout on your lips. glancing deeper into the boardwalk and catching glimpses of big bags of pink or blue cotton candy hanging horizontally beside jumbo cartoon character while that song from ten years ago that always plays at amusement parks blast through the speakers. yes, it's call me maybe.

   “hey, i just met you,” ichigo begins, bouncing his knees to the beat of the song.

   “no!” you groan.

   “and this is crazy! but here's my number. so call me maybe!”

   one things for sure, you fucked those tacos up. licking your fingers and swinging your feet like nothing else mattered in the world. ichigo lovingly resting his palm in his hand as he watches you squeak as you bop your head to the music. could never stay still when you ate. you thanked him dozens of times with your mouth stuffed, dunking your tacos into your lime infused broth before chowing down, juices dripping. unfortunately, you weren't full enough after, and by then the truck had already gone. the two of you cleaned up your area on the bench before ichigo decided to grab a bag of cotton candy for you before you headed back to yours.

   his favorite thing about your living room was the beautiful collection of the weeknd’s entire discography hung up on your wall in vinyls. a glass record player sitting beneath. choosing an album, going with my dear melancholy because why not? sliding the disc from out of its slot, blowing on it to rid any dust before twirling it between the pads of his fingers and inserting it. you were sitting on your dark gray tufted bench displayed at the bottom of your bed, dressed comfortably in a white tank and royal blue panties. the tips of your pink toes are arched in the fluffy white rug beneath them, a tropical baby blue scarf on your head and your necklaces still in view. you were rolling a blunt on the alice in wonderland tray that sat on your lap.

   ichigo had just gotten out of the shower, ruffling his damp hair with the towel and finding a pair of his basketball shorts in your bottom drawer. the projector on your wall is silently playing avengers’ civil war. it's about five in the morning you presume, wanting to smoke just because. both of you love how quiet the home was, your cat sound asleep on her strawberry printed pillow by your foot, ichigo laying in your bed while scrolling through twitter on his phone until you were finished.

   crawling to him with a tired smile, you flick your plated heart shaped vivienne westwood lighter and pass it to him first, arching over his body sinking into your mattress as you hold it to his lips as he stares you in your eyes. ichigo takes a puff, drags it too long which has you snatching it away and giggling. his hand takes the back of your neck in his grasp, tugging you closer to blow the smoke directly into your mouth before kissing you. he sits you entirely on his abdomen and watches you take your share of it. caressing your skin lazily, and gazing behind you as you hold his face in your chest with your hand sprawled over his cheek, both of you watching the movie.

   the air shifts without the two of you even realizing it. it's when your clutching onto the duvet that's falling halfway off the edge of the bed you bury your face in as you bounce dirty on his cock in cowgirl that it resonates. ichigo now has possession of your blunt, holding it like a cigarette between his fingers in his left hand he uses to gently pinch your ass. fixating on the grip your slick pussy has on his dick, coating it perfectly, driving yourself up and down slowly. he's got his phone on camera mode, recording the way you fuck him in your mirror, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth as his brows crease.

you rock forward after your lips quiver when a shock strikes up your spine, heaving and slipping off. gripping onto his ankle for support.

   “put it back in,” he's haste when he hits your ass, your salacious whimper making his dick jump. raspy voice completely succumbing you as you reach behind yourself to wrap your dainty hand around the base, sinking back down and rocking your hips. his eyes scroll back when a ring of white centers his cock, a deep ‘fuck’ escaping his mouth as you cream around him. “yeah, pretty girl.”

   “ooh, baby,” a guttural moan vibrates deep within your throat as you drop your ass lower, taking in as much as you could. gasping as you fist the cover in front of you and move quicker, eyes crossing. “ichi !”

   “it's good baby, i know. i fuckin’ know,” ichigo whispers, hissing and clapping a heavy hand down, taking a quick pull from the blunt before putting it out on the ashtray on your nightstand. he abandons his phone, craning his neck to the side to blow out the remainder of clouds before he’s lifting you by your waist until you’re laying on your side facing him.

ichigo tugs you close, slotting himself in between your thighs once your leg hikes itself over his hip, entrapping him with your arms locked around his neck. both of you breathe in each other’s air, rotating your waist to get his cock closer, wanting it back inside before you cried about it. he sees how cute and whiny you are, sloshing his tongue and mouth all over your neck, the most sensitive spot on your body. it makes you insanely wet, gasping, bringing him in more, wanting to be completely entwined. ichigo groans in your neck, reaching between where you two meet to fist his cock, groaning when he finds that gushing hole of yours that sticks like honey and sliding back in.

now his lips are on yours, sloppily tangling tongues and breathlessly moaning into your mouths, the heel of your foot that’s thrown over his waist applying pressure to his backside to drown him in deeper. ichigo has his hands on your ass he’s squeezing until the flesh is imprinted with his marks, cursing and rutting up to sheath his cock in your sweet, sweet fucking pussy. something’s he’s been dying to do for days now. hating how busy the two of you were. there wasn’t enough time to do this as frequently as he desired. that had to change. effective immediately.

“i missed you,” a broken cry sings in his ears from you, slightly squeaky with cute hiccups, ichigo snapping his hips fairly faster, clenching his sharp jaw before kissing your forehead. “f-fuckin’ missed you, ichi.”

“daddy sorry, baby,” ichigo replies, skillfully rolling his hips to hit just the right spot that always makes you scream and claw at his back. he maybe crazy for liking it so much. but when you dig your nails into his strong back, and his skin feels like it’s bleeding . . . sometimes is, he fucking loves it. his strokes ease when he drags out a series of words you’re unable to comprehend. thrusts becoming sloppier. “promise i’ll make it up to you. know you get needy when i’m too far. gunna change that.”

   “mng. you gonna make me cum, baby,” your voice is higher pitched now, eyes low and your mouth dry from hanging it open too long. ichigo knows what to do in an instant, pinning you flat on your back and holding your throat in his hand, raising and dropping his weight onto you so his dick sinks in how you like it. “baby you gonna make me cum.”

“cum,” ichigo pants, his face churning along with yours, your voice going silent as you reach down to rub your fingers over your clit, keeping your eyes focused on his as the faint sound of skin clapping echoed the room. your body’s jolting beneath him, a dry gasp crumbling through. “cum right now, baby. right fuckin’ now, please.”

your knees stutter by his waist, holding onto him tight as the tone in his voice lightens, begging you to cream all over his cock, to cum with him, to give him what he wanted. and you do, roughly slapping your hand on his forearm for security, streams of ‘fuck fuck fuck’ undulating past your puffy lips. ichigo loses his balance and falls down onto you, chest to chest, puts you in a headlock to hold you still while he switches his pace entirely and fucks you harder, his eyes white as pinballs. “fuck, baby. this my fuckin’ pussy. my fuckin’ pussy. can you tell me that, baby? let me know.”

“it’s. your. fuckin’. pussy,” your voice splits with every heavy pound, writhing in his entrapment. holding your knees to the bed with your hands. lewd squelching only gets louder the messier you become. eyes shut with your soul leaving your body. ichigo’s ‘mmm hmm’ as a reply enough to make you cum again, squealing and arching your torso off the bed.

going numb, mind distorted and ichigo holds the back of your head so it’s bending enough to see him fucking you. even with the low lighting from the television you could still spot how drenched you were. ichigo kissing the bridge of your nose, then chastely your lips. “be a good girl n’ watch me cum for you.”

your toes curl when he slows his hips to pull out, resting his cock on your stomach and being rewarded when he cums in long ropes of white, painting your tummy with a shaky moan before mashing his lips back to yours, still thrusting.

“i love you,” he says. “i love you, i love you.”

and you loved him more.

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can you put more content for ichigo kurosaki, please all that crosses your mind💞

Yes, of course!! <3

Ichigo Kurosaki Headcanons

SFW:

∙ He's super romantic.

∙ Prepared to be spoiled with attention and gifts. He loves being around you all the time and always gets you flowers. Mostly picked from his walks to and from school.

∙ loves to spend quality time with you when he can since he's always out being a substitute soul reaper. You practically live at his house.

∙ Is always super careful around you and promises to never harm you or let you come in harms way.

∙ cheek kisses, all the time. Especially if he's leaving for Hueco Mundo or the soul society.

∙ You don't even have to ask for any of his sweatshirts because he already has a pile dedicated for you.

∙ Very long hugs before he leaves where he's squeezing you as tight as he can without hurting you.

∙ If he's gone, he'll leave your safety in his family's arms and they always have your back. Ichigo knows you can take care of yourself, but he always has his family watch after you.

∙ When he returns from a mission or anything, his first priority is you. When you reunite, he will pick you up from the ground and spin you around in his arms.

∙ His laughter rings throughout your eardrums and a smile tugs on your face. You adore his laughter, it's the best thing in the world.

∙The moment he returns home and every minute is spent with you in his bedroom alone.

∙ He can go on and on about what happened on his missions while he holds you in his arms.

∙ You rest your head on his chest and trace shapes on his chest as you listen to his voice. You smile to yourself as you listen.

∙ Once you've heard your fair share of his story, you immediately press your lips against his.

∙ He chuckles into the kiss as he knows this is your very kind way of saying, you've heard enough.

∙ Although, Ichigo knows when you've tuned out of the conversation and he does it just so you can cut him off with your lips.

∙ Isshin is always there to wake you two up in the morning if you accidentally fall asleep in his bed, entangled in each other's arms. Your leg over his lower stomach and your head nuzzled into his neck as his chin rests on the top of your head.

∙ You secretly love it as you feel apart of the family.

∙ Isshin has never had to worry about you two sleeping in the same bed because he trusts you...

NSWF:

∙ Which is why Ichigo's hand is almost always covering your mouth when he's thrusting into you in the middle of the night.

∙ Ichigo loves to have a romantic night planned with you and candles around the room.

∙ He's never rough with you in bed and would never do anything to harm you unless you ask.

∙He will always take his time undressing you and kissing every inch of your body to make you feel loved.

∙ He'll never admit it, but he goes crazy when you tug on that strawberry hair of this when he's deep inside of you.

∙ He's not much of a receiver, but is always willing to go down on you. You don't even have to ask and he's already got your pants off.

[welkinsky]

hey i saw that you write for bleach so i’m sending a couple of requests if that’s alright!

could do you write any hcs of what dating ichigo and renji would look like? tyyy

Bleach Boys X Reader | How It Is Like To Date Them

A/N: Lemme know if you want to see this for some other character from some any anime you want, if I've seen it then I'd love to write about them <;3 Have a beautiful day <3

Ichigo

First of all, let's get this thing very clear he was not the one who asked for a date. Even though he was the one to fall first but he didn't have the guts or enough knowledge on how to take these feelings forward.

The poor guy used to drop hints left and right and you used to wait for him to make a move but HE WAS SCARED.

At first, you were annoyed thinking he was giving you mixed signals because HONEY we do not do mixed signals in 2023 anymore. (Like, quite literally boo you deserve better <3)

You were about to give up on him when you overheard him talking to Chad who was even denser and was so confused as to why Ichigo won't tell you his feelings.

So you decided to go for it and the guy had the AUDACITY to act as if he had no interest at all, it was playful teasing of course.

But dating him at times might feel like dating a wall. He is so DENSE at times that you question your decision to ever even think about going out with him.

But this was his first time so he was learning things too and let me tell you he never makes the same mistake again and mentions something that he has no clue about, the next day he'll be an expert in it. He wants you to know that he is trying his best!

His love language is physical touch and the act of service and most of the time he does it subtly in public but when you two are alone, YOU ARE HIS QUEEN. Would do quite literally anything you ask him to do.

Is very protective of you because ever since the word got out that you two are dating you were in danger. So at all times, you have to pick up your phone and wear the charm that he got made just for you to keep any negative aura away from you and to be able to track you, just in case anything happens.

Renji

You two met in the human realm when he was taking a walk with Rukia. He never really pays much attention to humans but as soon as his eyes landed on you man oh man he was stuck.

Like, quite literally didn't move for a couple of seconds. He didn't want to lose even a second of a chance to not look at you.

Lucky for him you went to the same school as Ichigo. After seeing you that day he was stuck on you, he didn't tell anyone but you didn't leave his mind even for a second and zoned out quite a lot and one day they all were chilling on the rooftop of the school when you walked in.

His eyes couldn't believe you and it was very obvious that he was awestruck because of the fact that he forgot to even close his mouth. Everyone was shocked and amused at the same time heh.

He pushed Ichigo away from his way and before he can even think about it he was asking you out. As he got closer, his sense of the outer world completely faded as if he was in a trance or something.

Everyone still makes fun of him till day to act like that and he always replies with, "And I had a very clear reason?"

He is someone who will not show his affection publicly but will not back down if someone has an eye on you. yea he is the jealous type but is weirdly secure in himself at the same time. He just likes to test the other person I guess. But if that makes you uncomfortable then one word and he'll stop. 

Just like Ichigo, he also worries about your safety a lot. Because he holds a high position in the 13 court guard squads he has to be careful when it comes to you. At first, he used to hide some talisman in your bag all the time to make sure you were safe but when things got serious he told you the entire situation and advised you to do exactly as he says.

Might as well keep one of his men to safeguard you while things get worse if you're a human. If you have powers then he'll make sure to train you as much as possible because he trusts in you and your intuitive ability to judge the situation and fight.

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Thanks For Reading and for the ask!

If you liked it you can check out the masterlist too!

A-Z Headcanon

[nanapeachy]

ICHIGO WITH A SHORT BLK READER ( 5'1 )

contains: smut and fluff

MASTERLIST

He is the type of boyfriend to put things up high to annoy the shit out of you. ichigo always picks you up by your hips and throws you randomly on his shoulders. "hey do you want me to lift you up?" "bae its literally infront of my face" The orange haired male always has to laugh because rukia was way shorter than you He would definitely go to the amusement park with you and go to rollercoasters that only allows people above 5'3 "i really hate you ichi you know that?" "no i dont but i love you too" and he was saying that with a dumb grin. ichigo loves hugging because his large arms can hide your whole body. now onto the smut.. He loves to watch you try to take his dick inside you and honestly he was also scared to split you apart. He is always hovering above you and slamming his cock into youur tight cunt and pressing into the bulge that shows up in your stomach. "fuck you are so small" "such a good girl taking my dick just fine" "look at you, drooling all over my cock barely fits in your mouth" Ichigo really loves fucking you from behind and watching your ass jiggle when he thrusts into you. He also loved fucking you on the wall and the way he presses your small figure onto the wall and fucking into you. "i-ichi i cant-" "shh you are doing great" ichigo wiped the tears away and slowly thrusting his whole cock inside you. Aftercare was basically him joking and making you laugh. he might be a little annoying and sometimes teases you for being short but he was the best boyfriend you could wish for.