#renji abarai x you

[dreadsuitsamus]

Bleach Men Taking Your Baby to the Grocery Store Headcanons

author's note: yes the premise is random but it's also very cute and perfectly in line with my recent onslaught of baby fever. also, the banners in this post were created by the always amazing @actuallysaiyan!! thank you for the gorgeous banners, babe! 🩷🩷🩷

pairings: kensei muguruma x reader, byakuya kuchiki x reader, grimmjow jaegerjaquez x reader, renji abarai x reader, ichigo kurosaki x reader

warnings: children ages 5 and younger and grimmjow's parenting lmao this is mostly fluff and some mischief mixed in from the babies

Kensei is definitely the tough parent of the two of you, and he relishes in that fact

But goddammit do those baby eyes make him waver

As he carries little Mila into the store, he tells her they're only there for necessities

No candy, no sugary cereals, only what you've tasked him to buy for dinner

Despite being only three and a half, however, Mila has a pretty good idea of how to get her way with Kensei

It's gotten slightly less effective since the pacifiers have been removed from her arsenal, but anything that cracks her dad's tough exterior is remarkable as is

It starts off innocently enough, though soon the way she sings her little song and bops her head around becomes rife with intent

"Daddy, can has hug?" She blinks up at him, holding her arms up

Either he's willfully choosing to fall into the trap, or Kensei is merely blind in the face of his precious girl

"Of course, baby." Kensei picks her up from the cart and kisses her wonderfully chubby cheek, leading the cart behind him as he continues through the store with Mila hooked on his hip

Mila curls up, humming as her eyes scan the shelves for something she wants

"Hold Momma's list for Daddy, okay?"

Mila's little fingers hold the list carefully, and soon Kensei is at a crossroad

"Broth. What kind of broth?" He mutters, fishing his cell phone from his pocket to call you

As usual, it turns into a bit of a squabbling match. He thinks remembering every little detail is silly, and you think you've made this dish so many times he should know you need chicken broth

Kensei is sufficiently annoyed by the time the phone call ends, and Mila strikes then

"Daddy, can has kiss?"

"Yes, baby." She gets a kiss on either cheek, and the kiss she gives his cheek right back is just about the final nail in the coffin

With Kensei holding her, she's able to reach the shelf and snag a little box of animal crackers

"Daddy, can has this?"

Played by the fucking toddler again!! That's three times this week!

"... Don't tell your brothers." Kensei sighs, hanging his head in shame

It's not all bad though; he does get another sweet kiss from his princess

Byakuya is a strict but ultimately fair father

Little Jasmine has grown up under his watchful eye, though through that she's certainly learned just how many of his limits she can press and how to get around them

Going to the grocery store is rare, and even more so if you're not present for the journey

But it's vacation time, and you're busy setting up the cabin for your family's stay, so Byakuya has been tasked with gathering enough groceries to make it through dinner and the morning's breakfast

Byakuya holds Jasmine’s hand and they walk inside together, Byakuya using a tissue to pick up one of the small hand baskets. There's no telling the last time this thing has been sanitized!

“What would you like for dinner tonight?” Byakuya asks the five year old, and Jasmine hums thoughtfully

How can she end the first day of this vacation with a delicious banana split?

Appealing to her father's tastes will increase the likelihood of success, and her father is quite fond of spicy foods…

“Can we have curry?”

The light in his eyes isn't missed by the girl, and she can practically taste an ice cream sundae with a waffle bowl already

“You're becoming more accustomed to spices, I see.” Byakuya hums and begins to survey the store's offerings, whereas Jasmine is mentally preparing her list for dessert

“Daddy?” Jasmine dials up the sweetness in her tone while Byakuya examines the various cuts of chicken on display

“Yes?” He hums

“Can we have a treat tonight?”

“What sort of treat?”

“A surprise treat. Please, Daddy?”

Byakuya pauses. He's no fan of sweets, and in general sugar is limited in the Kuchiki household

But she did say please

“Mm… I suppose.”

Byakuya doesn't meet your eyes when he and Jasmine return from the store with more ingredients for ice cream sundaes than dinner and breakfast combined

He is such a sucker, but he's happy to be played when he receives his banana split with a chocolate syrup drawing of his beloved Wakame Taishi from his darling daughter

Renji tries his best to be a strict father, but his determination wavers frequently. He wanted for many things as a child, and as a parent he doesn't wish to push that same feeling on his child as long as he's capable of providing a warm, loving home

Not to mention, that damn two year is old is just so cute it makes his heart melt at the mere sight of the toddler

“C’mon, honey, gotta get some soup for Mommy.” Renji murmurs as he carefully takes little Rin from his car seat, carrying him into the store on his hip

“Why?” is Rin’s favorite question right now, and Renji’s eye twitches a bit

“Because her tummy is upset.”

“Why?”

“... I don't know.”

“Why?”

“I don't know!”

“Why?”

Renji gently pinches his son's lips between his fingers. “Shhh… Quiet time.”

But of course, the moment he lets go, Rin is back at it again

“Why?”

“Because now Daddy has a headache.”

Rin, as gently as he can while simultaneously not managing much grace in the act, pats his father's sunglasses that sit atop his head

“All bedder?”

Renji's lip practically wobbles at the sweetness. “Yes, Daddy's all better. Thank you, sweetie.”

Rin rests his head against his father, playing with the Renji’s chain while he surveys all of the varieties of soup, Renji occasionally pulling the chain away from the baby's open mouth

Rin whines after his third attempt to eat the necklace, so Renji quickly grabs the first can of chicken noodle soup he sees and makes a dash for the checkout. No baby meltdowns in public, for the love of God

Renji gently bounces the baby, pleading softly with him to calm down. It's not working very well, however, and these damn checkout lines aren't moving at all!

Desperation wins and Renji's grabbing a lollipop before he knows it, tearing the wrapping off and popping the sucker into Rin’s teeny mouth

His plan to calm the baby works, and by the time he's actually able to check out and purchase the soup, the small pop is already gone and the tantrum is starting to blossom again

And just as Renji gets the baby strapped back into his carseat, he checks his phone to see a text you sent twenty minutes ago that practically sends his eyes popping out of his skull

Can you pick up a pregnancy test too?

He glances over at the toddler, and can practically see the boy as a big brother already

Even with a fussy baby in round two of the long lines, Renji's smile doesn't waver and he just kisses and coos at the hopefully soon-to-be big brother

Grimmjow is an interesting parent. Much like how every day with a four year old is a mystery, every day with Grimmjow is a deep dive into the unknown

So when sending the man and his mini-me to the grocery store, you're not quite sure what they're going to come home with. Hopefully it at least includes the items on the list, otherwise dinner is going to be very different from what you've planned

“Oi, keep up!” Grimm looks over his shoulder, the four year old having been distracted by a vending machine

“Want snack.”

“Too bad. Let's go.”

The toddler’s stare is a little too lead paint-y for Grimmjow's liking

“Zen.” Grimmjow looks on, unimpressed as he fishes a coin from his pocket. “Fine, brat. You win, you get a snack. I win, I get a snack.”

That gets the boy to smile, clapping his hands as he jumps in excitement

Grimmjow smirks. “Heads I win, tails you lose.”

The coin is flipped off of Grimmjow's thumb and he catches it easily, Zen waiting with bated breath for the results. Does Daddy win or does he lose??

Grimm sucks his teeth, shaking his head and tucking the quarter back into his pocket. “Heads I win. Tough luck, kid. Maybe next time.”

Zen pouts, watching his father slip a dollar into the vending machine and press the buttons for a honey bun. “Aw man…”

“C’mon.” Grimmjow opens up the snack, taking a big bite and grabbing the front of Zen’s coat, carrying him inside of the store like a handbag

The boy can't help but giggle as he looks up at his father; he loves air jail!

“You're in jail. Stop laughing, fuckin’ psycho.” Grimm shakes his son a bit, hiding his own laughter into the next bite of his honey bun. He's a hardass, but that baby's laugh is precious and melts him like ice cream on a sunny day

Heads turn at the way Grimmjow carries Zen, but Grimm is highly unbothered by such judgment. His kid is happy and healthy, and anyone that thinks otherwise can kiss his ass, for all he cares

“You got the list?” Grimm looks down at Zen, the boy fishing out the neatly-folded post-it note you lovingly tucked into his jacket pocket

Grimmjow perks a brow as he reads off the ingredients you've listed. “Say, kid—” he looks down at his son. “Whaddya say we ditch the list and get some pizza instead?”

Zen claps happily at the idea and Grimm grins menacingly, crushing up the grocery list and tossing it on the floor as he hoists his boy over his shoulder, stuffing the last bite of the honey bun in his baby's mouth whilst flipping off a scandalized woman at the checkouts

Growing up with two younger sisters was good for something after all, Ichigo thinks as he wrangles his twin girls through the parking lot with relative ease

The three year olds are stubborn and independent, having insisted they walk instead of having daddy carry them! But they still want to hold his hands, of course

why no he is not melting like a lava cake, why do you ask?

The girls gasp at the sight of a shopping cart with a racecar on the end that's the perfect size for two little ones!

“We don't even need a cart.” Ichigo deadpans, though it's in one ear and out the other as the babies pile into the little racecar, turning the steering wheels and beeping the (thankfully noiseless) horns

He feels like an idiot but as the dutiful father he is, Ichigo complies with his girls’ wishes and pushes the cart into the store

Chubby fingers point as little voices call out for candies and trinkets, and Ichigo's quick with each of his responses

“No.”

“I said no.”

“No ma'am!”

He's definitely cleaning their ears out when they get home, because clearly they can't hear him! Why else would they ask for things a million times over, hm?

“Daddy always say no.” Indigo pouts, her sister nodding in agreement. All they want is some candy!! Why is Daddy so mean?

Ichigo sighs in frustration as the aisle he needs to go down is absolutely packed, and he's stuck with this behemoth of a shopping cart. Settling it at the end of the aisle, he kneels down to make eye contact with the girls

“Stay put; I’ll be right back.”

Ichigo quickly rushes down the aisle, weaving between people to get to the pasta section

Now… If only he could remember what shape of pasta you told him to buy

Indigo and Imani look at each other, covering their mouths to hide their mischievous giggles

Those Push Pops they were eyeing are still nearby, and Daddy isn't!

As the tag team they are, Indigo and Imani spring into action, Indigo rushing to get the candy while Imani (who turns up the cuteness to a ten!) rushes down the aisle to her father

Ichigo frowns and picks up Imani, scolding her for leaving the cart

It isn't exactly effective, however, as the baby eyes and the cooing let her off the hook easily

When they get back to the cart after Ichigo remembers which pasta you've requested, he sets Imani back into the racecar

Indigo slips a blue Push Pop into her twin's hand, the two of them sharing a conspiratorial smile

They almost get away with it too, though when Ichigo's strapping them into their car seats he notices the lollipops

“Stop stealing!!!!”

These girls will surely be the reason he takes medication for his blood pressure, and he dreads the day when they become teenagers!

[actuallysaiyan]

Meet Me In Our Special Spot(Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader)

warnings: love confessions, smut, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, mentions of jealousy, lots and lots and lots of kissing word count: 2k pairings: Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader summary: you tell Renji to meet you in your special spot and your feelings just come spilling out... a/n: for the amazing and wonderful @yeowangies! thank you so much for supporting me and giving me these amazing ideas!!

Meet me in our special spot 

That’s what your note read. That’s the note you decided to send to the fiery redhead you were head over heels in love with. It made you feel nervous to even have given him that note. You knew what was coming from this. But it was about damn time you told Renji exactly how you felt. Even if he didn’t return your feelings, you know you will feel better just by getting this off your chest.

You sit under the big tree in the clearing that you and Renji used to hang out in when you two went to school together. It was the place you two would hide away from the world. It was the place where he told you about his feelings for Rukia and how he felt about her joining the Kuchiki family.

This was the place where you and your best friend could just relax and be yourselves. It’s where you could pretend not to have all these heavy responsibilities hanging on your shoulders. Even if things looked bleak or rough, you and Renji would find solace beneath this tree and you’d be able to express yourselves in the way you wanted to.

So that’s why you decided to ask him to meet you here so you could confess to him. Even if he loves Rukia and you aren’t going to be his number one choice, being able to say these words will help you move on with your life.

“Hey!” He calls from a short distance away.

Your heart stops when you see him. He looks just as beautiful as the day you met him. You’re heart skips, restarting at a breakneck speed. The closer he gets to you, the more you become even more nervous about this whole thing. He smiles sweetly as he sits next to you.

“What’s up?” He asks, leaning his head on your shoulder.

Your smile falters and your cheeks burn. How are you going to be able to continue this conversation? Renji’s brows furrow as he notices just how you’ve become quiet and withdrawn into yourself. He looks up at you, cupping your cheek and guiding your face so that he can look into your eyes. He sees a storm brewing deep inside them, which allows him to see just how serious this meeting is.

“Renji…I need to talk to you about something,”

He nods his head, turning his body completely to be able to face you properly. Just those little things he does for you to show that he’s attentive and that he cares just makes you even more anxious about this. Finally,  you take a deep breath and look him in the eyes.

“I know that maybe you’ve got a thing for Rukia and I know that she’s prettier than me and that she’s stronger than me…”

Renji’s eyes widen as you begin to sputter up this word vomit. It all just comes out; years of unrequited love heavy on your chest and it’s finally coming out. He shakes his head, a hearty laugh falling from his lips. Your cheeks burn even more, making you look away with tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

“You don’t have to laugh in my face!” You cry out, pushing him away from you.

Renji sighs, “Come on…just hear me out. Sorry I laughed, but that was a lot all at once.”

You finally face him again. You’re so embarrassed about all of this. The worst part was that you didn’t even really say what you wanted to. It was all about Rukia once again, which pissed you off even more.

“It’s just I know you love her, and I…I…” you swallow hard. “I love you, Renji.”

He feels like he’s about to faint when he hears you say you love him. His cheeks turn pink at just those words. Coming from your sweet lips, no less. An absolute angel is telling him that she loves him. He’s in heaven now.

“I don’t love Rukia.” He sputters out. “I did have feelings for her in the past, but now…”

There was silence for a few moments. Neither of you know how to proceed from this moment on. Then you feel his hand on top of yours, trying to intertwine his fingers with yours. You look into his dark eyes, swooning at the way he looks so lovesick for you right now.

“Now, I know I’ve got deeper feelings for you. I just never thought I was even in your league.” Renji confesses, his heart feeling much lighter now that he was able to say that.

You don’t even know how to respond. So you don’t. Instead, you lean in and kiss him on the lips. It’s so tender and sweet, it makes your head swim. You’ve never known a sweeter kiss than this. His hands caress your face so gently, showing you the softer side of him.

“I wish I would have never made you feel like second best,” he breathes. He leans his forehead against yours, your noses rubbing together so softly. “You’ve been my top priority since we’ve met…”

Then he pulls you into another sweet kiss. You press back; kissing him deeper and hungrier. Your hands move from his shoulders to up his neck where you play with the scraggly hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I should have just told you how much I love you…” he whispers in your ear when he pulls away from the kiss.

There’s a moment of comfortable silence before you push him back against the ground. He smirks at the playful way you’re acting with him now. His heart feels so full of love and adoration when he sees that beautiful smile on your face.

“Then,” you say before pecking his lips. “Let’s show each other just how much we love one another.”

His cheeks burn when he realizes just what you mean by this. You two were both in the forest, and surely nobody would come by, but there was a chance someone could catch you.

“R-right here?” He spluttered, looking into your eyes for any hint of regret.

You laugh softly, “Sure, why not? Isn’t it part of the thrill?”

This is when something snaps inside of him. The way you’re being so daring and pushy, it ignites a fire deep inside of him that he never realized was there until just now. He has a strong grip on you now, pushing you underneath him.

“Then let me start, please…”

There was no way you could even say no to him. His dark eyes are even darker now; filled with lust and love. He presses another kiss to your lips, this one is much more fiery and passionate than before. Your tongues rub and roll together.

Then he begins to undo your top, his eyes connected to yours the entire time. You feel your body burning up as his rough hands caress and cup your breasts. His breathing gets more shallow as he begins to knead the soft flesh.

“You’re so beautiful, honey.” His words feel like arrows going straight to your heart.

You look away shyly, “you’re just saying that…”

“No way! You’re the most beautiful, angelic person I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Your eyes widen before you blink a few times. This time, you pull him in for a deep kiss. He moans as your tongue slides into his mouth, and his hands busy themselves with shrugging off his own clothes and removing yours.

The minute you’re both naked, it’s so relieving. It’s like the perfect moment in time for the two of you. Soft kisses and lingering touches arouse both of you even more than previously. Renji spreads your thighs, wishing to take his time with you.

“Fuck you’re soaked, baby…”

Your cheeks burn even more at his words. It’s almost too lewd for you, but you know it’s just because this is your ultimate fantasy. His long fingers spread your slick all over your folds and clit, making you shudder from head to toe. He continues these tantalizing and teasing touches, watching you with a focused smirk on his face.

Your mouth falls open in a cute little whimper as he pushes his finger into your dribbling hole. Your walls begin to suck in the digit further and you buck up your hips to feel even more stimulation. Renji’s cock throbs at the reaction.

“Baby,” he grunts. “You’re fucking tight.”

You whimper his name as he pushes his finger in and out, curling it against the spongy spot deep inside of you. You’re gripping the grass beneath you as a means of keeping you grounded. Renji can’t keep his eyes off of you as he fingers you. He’s never seen nor felt anything this heavenly before and now he’s trying to figure out just how long he’s going to last once he’s inside of you.

“Please, Renji—” you moan. “Please fuck me.”

He swallows hard and pulls himself from you. Then he gets on his knees, spreading your thighs even wider. With racing hearts, you two meet in another loving kiss. His hands reach down to guide the tip of his leaking cock to your entrance.

“You ready for me?” he asks, his tone a bit more cocky this time.

“Just please, please put it in!”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His cock begins pushing into you, making you cry out just for him. It’s a sound he never ever wants to forget. Your walls begin fluttering around his girth, making him grunt as his balls already feel tight. He’s cursing himself mentally, begging himself to hold on for a while yet.

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he sounds drunk on you right now.

You wrap your arms and legs around him as he begins rutting into you. Both of you have been rendered dumb just by this simple act of love. It’s all too much for the both of you. The more the head of his cock presses against your sweet spot, the dumber you get. You can only moan and beg for more.

“I got you,” he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m always here for you,”

You moan in response, begging him not to stop. He chuckles at the way you sound so needy, but it soon turns into a moan of his own as you begin to clench around him. 

He pulls away for a moment, looking at where you’re both connected. Renji watches as his cock disappears and reappears in your tight little cunt. It’s such a mesmerizing sight to behold and it’s causing him to get closer and closer to his peak.

“I’m not going to be able to hold on for much longer if you keep squeezing me like that,” he groans. His long fingers brush against your swollen nub.

Then with more precision, he rolls his hips in the perfect way to stimulate your sweet spot. Your eyes begin to roll back in your head as the pleasure builds faster and faster. Your nails dig into his back as you get closer to your climax.

“That’s it,” he says before kissing you. “Let go for me. Cum for me, beautiful.”

He swipes his fingers against your clit over and over, and that’s all it takes for you to come undone. You let out a strangled cry of his name, panting and whining as the pleasure takes hold over you. The clenching and pulsing of your gummy walls make him growl in your ear as his own orgasm crashes over him.

“Shit fuck! Oh fuck I can’t…” he whines as the pleasure becomes even blinding. Stars dance in his vision as ropes of hot cum fill your tight little cunt.

He moves against you to ride out his high, then immediately realizes what he’s done. He pulls out, panic written all over his face. That’s when you cup his face and pull him in for the most loving kiss.

“I love you, Renji. Please, just stay here with me.”

And with that, all is well again. Everything is right in the world. He pulls you to rest against his naked chest, not a care in the world.

“I love you too.”

[yeowangies]

Me with no makeup, you in the bathtub

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PAIRING: Renji/AFAB!Reader RATING: Mature CONTENTS: Established relationship, Comfort, A little explicit sexual content by the end WARNINGS: Mentions of mental health issues (I don't go deep into them) WORDCOUNT: 1900

Summary: Renji takes care of you after a few difficult days.

Notes:

This was @actuallysaiyan idea, and I wrote it for the two of us because we both needed the comfort

“I said I was fine, Renji!” You said, reluctantly letting yourself be dragged by your boyfriend to the bathroom. “You don’t have to do this!”

“Stop complaining!” Renji practically yelled, as he tightened his grip of the hand around your waist. “You were sick until yesterday! You have to take a bath, it will help you, so don’t argue with me!”

The entire block probably heard him with how loud he was yelling. It was an embarrassing trait to be so loud sometimes, but it mostly amused you, so you didn’t complain any further. 

You had been sick lately, too stressed and busy to sleep properly, it was obvious it was going to happen. Renji had seized the opportunity to take care of you for the last couple of days, and after resting and eating, a bath was next in his plans. Which, honestly, was going to make you even more sleepy. 

You expected him to leave you in the bathroom, but once he helped you undress, handing you a robe to cover yourself in the meantime, he started taking off his own clothes. 

“What are you doing?” You asked him, eying him curiously. As if you haven’t seen his wonderful naked body before. 

“I’m getting in with you.” Renji said, arching an eyebrow. “Did you think I was going to let you bathe alone? What if you fall asleep and drown?”

“I think you’re being a little too dramatic, babe.” You smiled, amused. 

Still a little tired from the fever you had only until yesterday, you rested your hand on the counter, almost stumbling backwards in a moment of weakness. Renji jumped to grab your arm, holding you firmly, and looked at you with knowing eyes. 

“You were saying?”

You rolled your eyes, but remained silent. 

Besides, why would you complain further when Renji stood fully naked in front of you? Tattooed body exposed to you, muscles flexing as he got into the tub already filled with warm water. You blushed a little as you got rid of your robe, taking his hand as he guided you to join him, settling between his legs. With a hand around your shoulders, he brought you closer, pressing your back to his chest as he planted a kiss on your neck. 

“Better?” He asked soothingly, squeezing you in his hold. 

“Surprisingly, yes.” 

“What do you mean ‘surprisingly’?” Renji asked, pinching your side and making you giggle. 

You stayed in silence for a while, basking in the presence of each other, listening to the gentle sound of water trickling and sloshing with your moves. It was a mystery if the actual bath was comforting, or if Renji's arms wrapped tightly around you were soothing your body more. You were much more inclined to believe it was the latter; Renji was simply made to be comforting. You might as well have stayed in bed to cuddle, it would have had the same effect. 

However, you were thankful he had insisted on getting you out of the bed. Sometimes you could get too much in your own head, and he knew that too well to let you stay in bed for too long. It was inevitable if you were sick, but as soon as you got a little better, the scenery had to change, and he was more than willing to help you. 

Bless his heart.

“I know you said you didn’t have a fever anymore,” Renji commented, gently putting his hand on your forehead. “But you still feel too warm.”

“I’m fine, Renji,” You rolled your eyes, letting him play doctor as he measured your temperature for a few seconds before putting his hand away. “You’re acting like such a mom.”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t take care of you?”

You didn’t expect him pinching your side again, and you squeaked, making the water slosh and spill onto the bathroom floor. 

“You should be the kind of boyfriend who doesn’t tease his girlfriend!”

“That’d be too boring now, wouldn’t it?” Renji grinned before planting a mushy kiss on your cheek. 

You let it slide because your heart skipped a beat so strongly you worried you might suddenly die. 

It was a silly thing that sometimes invaded your brain, but you were concerned that you might actually like Renji more than he actually liked you. Evidence proved that at the very least he liked you just as much; taking care of a sick person was something not every partner would do, as basic as it was, and he actually helped you before you even considered asking him for help. But your own insecurities got the best of you sometimes, and trepidation slowly but surely crept inside your heart. 

“What’s up?” He suddenly asked, and you jolted slightly in his arms. 

“What?”

“You tensed up suddenly, do you feel sick again?”

“Oh… No, I’m fine.”

“Tell me.” Renji pressed you as closely and tightly as he could, nuzzling his nose against your neck. 

You sighed, pondering on whether or not to be fully honest, moderately honest, or just straight up lie. 

Since he had been so caring with you this time, you figured you owed him sincerity.

“Do you love me, Renji?” You asked quietly. 

“Huh? Wh-Why are you suddenly asking me that?! Of course I love you!” 

His face was almost the same shade as his hair when you turned to look at him, and warmth spreaded through your heart.

“You didn’t just ask me that to embarrass me, did you?” Renji inquired, burying his face in your hair. 

“Is it embarrassing to say you love me?” You teased him.

“You know that’s not-”

“I’m kidding!” You giggled as he huffed, and you relaxed in his arms, leaning your head on his shoulder. You were relieved by a whole lot, though the anxiety you had there was still there, even if it was shrinking. It was always going to be there, no matter what you did, so while he had answered you truthfully, you might need to be more honest to let him understand you better. “I was just asking ‘cause, you know… I have doubts sometimes…”

“About me?” Renji asked, and you could see his own nervousness when he asked you that, and you mentally slapped yourself in the face. 

“No, not about you! I love you, it’s just… am I not too much sometimes?” Those words slipped from your lips with a quiet voice, and when he didn’t reply right away, you went on. “This is not because of you, but sometimes I think I feel things too deeply. And no matter what I do, it’s never enough, like, how can someone love me, right, if what I do just feels like the bare minimum? And you know how sensitive I get about so many things and I can’t even help it, it must be annoying as hell for you to deal with me… So what is there to love?”

You sighed, voice softened the more you spoke until you felt like the words melted into thin air. 

“That’s weird. I never actually thought of you that way.” 

“No?” You sniffled, realizing you were closer to tears than you initially thought. 

“If I did, I wouldn’t be here, would I?” Renji replied in a gentle tone. “I know you overthink, way too much, it’s not like I didn’t notice. But that’s not a deal breaker for me. If anything I wish you wouldn’t think so lowly of yourself, or of me. What kind of man am I if I tell you that I love you when I don’t?”

Renji had a way with words sometimes. As much as he was hot headed and smug, there was a sensitivity to him that you weren’t sure if he even knew about it. He would certainly be embarrassed if you pointed it out, but you appreciated it more than anything. 

“Besides, there’s so much to love about you.” He continued, his hand reaching for yours inside the bathtub until your fingers were intertwined. “You feel things too deeply, you said, so? I think that’s an awesome thing. You’re considerate, sweet, you work hard. You always tell me to eat well and rest. Not to mention you’re hot, but I’m sensing that’s not what you wanna hear right now.”

You chuckled, and you felt him smirk against the back of your neck. 

“That’s always a nice thing to hear.” 

“You’ve been there when I needed you, so I’m gonna be here when you need me, and I’ll even carry you if that’s what it takes to keep you going.”

Renji wrapped his arms back around you, where they were when you first got into the bathtub, and squeezed you in his arms for the umpteenth time before running his hands up and down your sides, breathing softly against the skin of your neck. Having him so close, and the wonderful words he had just said to you, gave you comfort, and your heart swelled in your chest with affection. 

“Thank you, babe.” Turning your head to the side, you pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek. “You’re so sweet, you know that?”

“Don’t compliment me now,” Renji rolled his eyes, and you watched him with amusement as redness spread across his cheeks. 

With a hand sliding up his jaw, you guided him to meet your lips in a soft kiss. He hummed contently when you tangled your fingers in his hair, and you were upset that he still had his ponytail and hadn’t let it loose. He inhaled sharply as you deepened the kiss, parting your lips to let him slide his tongue across yours.

The softness and heat of it all gave you goosebumps all over, reminding you that it has been a while since you’ve been intimate. You knew Renji had your wellbeing in his mind at the moment because he hadn’t attempted to touch you more than what was necessary, but you actually needed him then, needed to feel his affection for you. 

Pressing your body as possibly close to his as you could, you purposely moaned into the kiss as you noticed he was already hard. His hands rubbed your sides and waist before sliding up and settling on your breasts, squeezing them softly. You sighed, tugging at his hair tie and letting it fall down his shoulders, happy to thread your fingers through it. 

“Just relax,” Renji whispered huskily, dragging his lips along your cheek and planting a kiss on your jaw. “I’ll take care of you.”

The trust you had for him made it easy to unwind, especially when one of his hands traveled down your abdomen, towards the place you needed him the most. He kept pressing kisses along your neck as his fingers reached your slit, tentatively dragging them over your folds before pressing one inside your entrance, an easy task since you were already aroused. You moaned, closing your eyes once he started pumping it slowly and carefully. 

With his thumb rubbing your clit, Renji got another finger inside you. The heat inside your abdomen began to grow impossibly fast, jolts of pleasure making your thigh shiver, and your mind soon went blank. 

“I’ll always take care of you, baby.” Renji pressed a kiss underneath your ear before dragging his tongue along your earlobe as he picked up the speed of his digits. 

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Day Nineteen - Renji Abarai {2:34am}

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TW: fluff, a little self consciousness, praise and affirmation

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It had been a rough few days. Renji had sensed it. He had just returned from the human world, but he could tell that he had been away for far too long. Usually, he made sure that he was only gone for a week or so, but this time had been nearly a month.

It was weighing on you. Renji was your rock, the reason that you were able to get up every day and have a sense of security. When he was gone for a long time it made you feel like a part of you was missing. And that part of you always seemed like the best part of you.

When Renji walked through the front door after his latest training session with Byakuya he could already tell that you were having a rough one. His feet made their way for the bedroom quickly, a weird feeling in his gut telling him that it was where you would be. He was right, completely right.

You were curled up into the blankets, staring out the window as the sun began to set. It looked to him like you hadn’t really gotten out of bed since he had left the house that afternoon. He peeled his robes from his body and threw on a pair of sweatpants, climbing into bed beside you. His soft lips pressed to your temple as his strong arms wrapped around you. “Sweetheart…” Renji’s voice was soft and smooth, calming even as you listened intently. Just the sensation of him being there was already easing you. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”

You shook your head at him, trying to push it off. The last thing that you wanted to do was worry Renji. “It’s nothing, I’m fine. Please don’t worry. I just need some time to chill for a while.”

Renji’s body moved closer to yours, he knew you better than you knew yourself and he always wondered why you tried to hide anything from him. His crimson hair dangled into your face as he leaned over you. “You can’t lie to me. I’m not stupid. I know you better than you think that I do. You can’t hide this stuff. Though you do always put up such a good effort when you try it.”

You swallowed hard and turned onto your back, his arms still securely around you. “I just get scared when you’re gone for long periods of time. But it’s nothing to worry about. I’ll be okay. I just need to get used to it.” You reached up and cupped his face in your hands. “You’re one of the soul reapers appointed solely to the human world now, I should get used to you having to be gone more often.”

Renji pushed his lips out and captured yours with them, knowing that there was more to it than you were letting up but not wanting to push it any further. He knew when you were at your limit and respected your boundaries. Renji was just happy that you had opened up as much as you did for him.

Instead, he did his favorite thing and teased you. “Come on darling. I know what this is really about. You’re afraid that if I keep going to the human world to see Ichigo he might become my favorite person, right?” He chuckled and peppered your face in kisses. “I promise that the carrot top will never take your place. Not now, now ever. You’ll always be my favorite person.”

You nearly melted at his words, knowing that he had sensed the way you had needed that affirmation. You let out a small whimper as you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him toward you, leaning into his body as he settled in next to you. “Thank you, Renji. I- I didn’t realize just how much I really needed to hear that.”

His smile spread across his face, the sound that you made giving him a sense of comfort. It was the sound that you always gave him when you were feeling better, the one that he loved more than anything to hear. It was then that he knew that you would be okay, as long as he continued, and he had all night long to do so. If praise and affirmation were what you wanted, that’s exactly what Renji Abarai was going to give you.

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[katsuma6]

"She's Busy Right Now"

Part 1.

[muzansfangs]

They accidentally see you naked.

Starring: Abarai Renji, Aizen Sosuke, Urahara Kisuke, Haschwalth Jugram.

Format: short imagines.

Warnings: nsfw, fluff, language, horny thoughts, implied sexual tension on previous encounters, masturbation, f!reader, suggestive themes, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (m!receiving), oral sex (f!receiving), slight altered narration of the canon events for Aizen’s part, possible spoiler in Haschwalth part and mention to kidnapping (?).

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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Abarai Renji.

Rummaging through Orihime’s clothes, covered in flour and baking powder from head to toe, you checked the clock briefly. You had to make it in time, or else you were going to fail your best friend’s expectations and mess up her plan to spend a lovely night with Ichigo. When she told you she had convinced him to join her for dinner, you wasted no time in helping her cooking something decent to eat. You were her best friend, after all. You were not going to let her date get ruined by a predictable food poison, considering Orihime’s creations. Additionally, you cared about Ichigo too much to let him die like that.

Now the question is: ‘how did you end up in that situation, anyway?’.

You had spent almost the entire afternoon cooking by her side, when she suddenly remembered that she had to go to buy something to drink and meet up with Sado. You had no problem in taking care of the kitchen without her assistance and you still needed to cook the dessert anyway, therefore you assured her that, by the time she had made her comeback, she would have found a delicious cake in the fridge. Trusting in your abilities blindly, Orihime left and you wasted no time in collecting the ingredients for the cake.

Odds, however, were not in your favor. Literally.

When you finally spotted the packet of flour, you sighed in contempt for it was settled on the top shelf of the cupboard far from your reach. Now, confinding into your skills, you dragged a chair towards the counter and climbed on top of it. The clumsy version of yourself decided to show up, though, and as you grasped the packet, you lost your balance and fell down on the floor. Your grip on the packet loosend and it ended up ripping, causing the content to fall all over yourself. Never in your life something like that had happened to you and you felt in an awful distress.

Wiping away some powder from your face, you stood up and dashed to your best friend’s bedroom. You were pretty sure you could find something to wear and, honestly, Orihime would have not minded lending you some of her clothes.

Yet, your best friend was tired of you and Renji’s dynamics. Sneaky glances, snippy comments, lingering touches. The attraction was evident.

Therefore, she had set up a trap for you. As you finally pulled out some red shorts and an oversized t-shirt from a drawer, Renji Abarai was already on his way to Orihime house, totally unaware that the only person he would have found in there was you. Why? Your smart friend had made him believe her house would have hosted a small party with your whole group of friends and he had accepted the invitation.

Truth to be told, it took her a while to convince him but, when she mentioned you were going to be there, he had changed his mind.

Tossing your dirty clothes carelessly on the floor, you ran to the bathroom and took a quick shower to remove the flour from your hair, cleavage and improbable parts of your body. Renji, in the meanwhile, knocked on the front door, calling out your name along with Ichigo’s, Rukia’s, Uryu’s and Orihime’s ones. Naturally, you could not hear him and he thought that kicking the door open was a good idea.

You had just stepped out of the shower and, since you thought you were alone, you had not wrapped a towel around your naked body to make your way back to the bedroom, where you had left the clean clothes you had picked.

Now, as you stepped out of the bathroom and flicked your gaze up, you thought you had been a victim of a concussion and that you obviously were having an allucination. Renji’s rounded eyes and his parted lips, though, made you realize it was real. He was there, in front of you. Squeaking out in panic, you blushed and ran back to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you as you felt your heart thrumming into your chest.

“What the hell are you doing here?! You are such a moron!” you snapped from behind the door, knowing damn well that Renji was probably still standing in the corridor and trying to figure out what on the holy Earth had just happened.

“Me?! What the hell are you doing naked?! I never met someone walking around a fucking house completely naked!” Renji fired back, banging his fist on the door in frustration.

Despite being irritated by your antics, Renji could not deny that the sight of your curves, of your naked skin, was tattooed into his mind. You had no idea of the amount of nights he had spent thinking about how your skin tasted after a bath, or how it would have felt like ripping your clothes off of you. You were absolutely beautiful, a sight to behold, the woman he had to make his.

In the privacy of his bedroom, in the middle of the night, he had moaned your name as he had touched himself in maddness and desire. How many times he had imagined you, mouth hanging open, writhing beneath him, as he rutted his hips onto yours. And now, now he had had the chance to see how beautiful you really were without any item shielding your magnificent body from his eyes.

“You’re such a jerk! I didn’t know you were coming over! — you quipped suddenly, grasping a towel and wrapping it around yourself — Also, what are you even doing here?! You should leave and I should too, before Orihime and Ichigo come back” you reasoned, glancing at your reflection in the mirror. Gosh, your face was still beet red and you were visibly shaken.

Renji Abarai had seen you naked. Your crush had just had a full clear view of your bare body. It was not exactly the way you had planned to let him see you like that for the first time.

Renji scoffed “What? I’ve come over for the stupid party Orihime is hosting…” he replied, furrowing his brows at your statement.

You opened the door hesitantly, peeking out to lock eyes with him “What? Are you serious?” you whispered, relaxing a bit as you tried to connect the dots. Oh, now you could see it. Inoue Orihime had tricked you and that idiot of Renji!

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose as the red-haired shinigami stared at you dumbfounded. What was wrong with him? He stared at you, hooded eyes and a weird expression on his face, without saying a word. Well, of course, he was still fighting back the urge to pin you up against the door and fuck you senseless.

“She trolled us” you stated, folding your arms against your chest and leaning your back against the wall, in a pathetic attempt to snap him out of the catatonic status he had fallen into. It was pointless. At the lack of feedback, you let your eyes trailing down his body and you gawked at the prominent tent you saw in his pants.

You clasped your hand over your mouth and slapped his chest, earning a grunt from him along with a homicidal glance.

“Oi!” he protested, clenching his fists down his sides and taking a menacing step closer to you.

“Did you get a boner from staring at me?! You are such a pig, Renji, o my God! I can’t believe I have a cr—…” you cut yourself off as soon as you saw Renji’s features relaxing and a smug smile crossing his lips. You were so done with yourself.

Did you just confess your feelings to him?

“Fuck” you uttered, hiding your face behind your hands and turning your back at him.

His hand softly squeezing your shoulder, though, caught you off guard. You felt his chest gracing your back and you slowly lowered your hands from your face. You were even more surprised to feel his arms gently snaking around your waist and involving you in a gentle hug, despite his abrasive nature. It was pleasantly unexpected.

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s clear that we like each others. I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but you’re hot. — he started, propping his chin on top of your head — Why don’t you get dressed and we go out on a date? That’d be nice, right?” he asked, swallowing his pride as he came to terms with the fact that he could not truly stay away from you for any longer.

You felt your face heat up but smiled and nodded your head, before glancing up and him “Oh, it looks like someone truly got some balls down here, huh? I’m totally in!” you teased him, chuckling and dashing down to Orihime’s bedroom to get ready.

Renji rolled his eyes “I swear, I’ll fuck that sassy attitude out of you one day” he shouted after you, before entering the bathroom to get rid of that little problem making his ripped jeans uncomfortable.

Urahara Kisuke.

Working with Kisuke was both stressful and enjoyable at the same time. He was hilarious, kind and generous, but extremely lazy. That peculiar trait of his personality, of course, was enough to make you slightly jumpy and sleep-deprived because you had to take care of the shop both day and night. Why did you do it? Well, at first, you needed some extra money to pay for your studies and you craved some indipendence, but then you started to develop a small crush for the blonde shop-keeper and working by his side became more of a self-indulgent activity than a duty.

Now, when the time of festivities came, you were well prepared to run around the shop to satisfy your costumers. Sometimes, you even decorated the shelves and put on some soft music to cheer up the atmosphere. Indeed, that was exactly what you did that day: it was carnival, after all.

However, today, you had had the splendid idea to dress up as a bunny. Or, to be fair, a sensual bunny. You knew Kisuke Urahara like the back of your hand and you perfectly knew what you would have done to him by ambling around with those lovely black, soft ears over your head and a tight leather corset embracing your curves. You had decided to push his buttons, to test his self-control and, by the time you walked into the shop that morning dressed up like this, you did not fail to notice the way his eyes widened even so slightly as he hid his grin behind his fan.

Working by your side was the equivalent of experiencing his personal living hell. Every single time you passed by him, you made sure to brush your gloved fingers against his chest, your lashes fluttering in a dramatically slow manner that made his pants tight. You were playing with fire, but it was a dangerous game you were willing to play.

Kisuke was obviously intrigued. He had dreamt about you since Ichigo had introduced you two. The way you always looked dashing, the way your glossy lips captivated him and made him pant in the privacy of his bedroom, as soon as your shift ended and you left, was mind-blowing. He was so tired of having to reach his climax alone. He wanted nothing more than your soft, plumped lips wrapped around his cock as he held your hair behind your nape for him to thrust into your mouth easily.

“Nice choice of items” he had purred eventually, watching you from behind his blonde eyelashes, as his tongue teasingly darted out of his mouth to lick a stripe off of his lollipop.

What an infuriatingly handsome son of a bitch he was.

The way he looked at you as his tongue kept on savouring the sugary candy was making your mouth dry. He had read your cards, had he not? You pressed your thighs together, mentally cursing his name as you glanced up at him with a slight blush.

Oh, how you badly you wanted him to treat your pussy the way he was licking that stupid lollipop. The former Captain had apparently decided to mess with your head.

You cleared your throat and hummed, pretending not to be affected by his words and antics “Thank you so much” you simply replied, a thin-lipped smile crossing your face.

He stared at you intently for a few seconds, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, before he decided to taunt you again “Ah, I wonder how good they’d look on the floor. — he casually commented — I guess I’ll never know, though”.

You felt your stomach twist and your fingers curled on the edge of the counter as you let his words sink in. You had won, but he had clearly called your bluff. The time left to spend in his company was mercifully short, by now. The night had veiled the sky and you had closed the shop. Walking home alone in that short dress was not a great idea, therefore you had brought some clothes with you to change.

Without saying a word, you simply grabbed your bag from the shelf and walked off to the back of the shop. You took off your gloves, your skirt, your stupid corset and allowed yourself to breathe properly again. Your chest was completely exposed and your panties were so thin that it felt like you were not wearing them at all.

Before you had time to reach for the zip of your bag, the door swung open and you shrieked in embarrassment as Kisuke’s voice rang in your ears.

“I was thinking that maybe we could—…” he started, but he never finished that sentence.

His lollipop slipped from his fingers, clattering on the floor as a shaky breath left his parted lips. You, the girl he wanted to ask out that very night, were standing a few feet away from him in only her thong and those cute little bunny ears he had fantasized about for the last four hours. God, how badly he wanted to see them fall from your head as you rode him to exhaustion. You looked like a goddess and, consequentially, he could not tear his eyes from your naked frame.

“Kisuke!” you squirmed, your arms trying to cover your naked breasts as he did not seem to be able to move.

“I am so sorry, but you look so beautiful it’d be a shame to look away…” he breathed out, making you blush and reach down to unzip the bag laying at your feet with one hand, careful not to expose your nipples to his attentive eyes once again.

“Wait!” he fretted again and you flicked your gaze up on him again.

He took his hat off, a thing you had rarely seen him doing before. His eyes seemed to twinkle in a malicious light, but they were kind “How can I make it up to you?” he asked, keeping the eye-contact with you.

The tension was tangible and, honestly, what was the use in dressing up again if he had already took a full view of your naked body? Was it not supposed to happen sooner or later? You had been eye-fucking each others for hours, after all.

You sighed and arched an eyebrow up, cocking your head to the side as you finally found the courage to speak and shame left your body.

“Well, since you dropped your lollipop and you have nothing to run your tongue on anymore, why don’t you give me a taste of your skills? You surely had some fun in driving me mad too, right?” you teased him, leaning your back against the wall and winking at him from across the room.

Urahara Kisuke, the damn shop-keeper, smirked and kicked the lollipop to the side with his foot, before reaching you with a few quick strides. He looked at you up and down, a faint blush on his cheeks, as he hooked his calloused hands underneath your thighs and lifted you up.

“My, my… I figured I was going to kiss your other lips by the end of the day. — he commented chuckling, as he settled you on top of a table — I’m clearly not going to complain now” he added, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your stomach until he reached the waistband of your panties.

You bit your lower lip, when he dragged the fabric down your thighs with his teeth and your fingers tangled his soft hair “You lucky bastard…” was all that you said.

In fact, the way his tongue flicked your clitoris, with your legs draped over his shoulders, was enough to make you babble out incoherent words for the rest of the night.

Aizen Sosuke.

You had always had a weird way to get under his skin. From the moment he had met you, despite you being a mere human with some peculiar ability, he knew you were not as judgemental as the other members of your crew of human friends. You were a bit older, you were responsible, you had a brilliant mind and, obviously, he loved the way he could not manipulate you. He had the constant feeling he could never get to corrupt your soul, your vision of the world. You were too rational, even for someone like him. Deep down, though, he sensed you were not totally unaffected by his charisma.

Aizen Sosuke was not only a godly handsome man: he was charming, brilliant, and, much to your dismay, someone you had undeniably fallen in love with.

You had figured something dark lurked underneath his friendly façade almost immediately. Curiosity killed the cat and you had found yourself glued to his hip. Before you could venture further into his business, though, he had made sure you caught a glimpse of his dark side. He had clearly told you not to meddle in his private life, but you feared to lose him. You feared something would have happened sooner or later and therefore, not to watch your heart break, you had left the Soul Society without your friends or bothering to letting him know.

You had not heard from him for a whole week. You tried not to think about him, but his ghost was everywhere you went, in every activity you did. His name indulged on your tongue way too much for your own good, when you cursed yourself for having picked the worst Shinigami ever to have a crush on. His presence in your life had affected you so much, to the point that trying to go on and live your ordinary life as a human was impossible. It was like living in a perpetual agony.

That evening, you were coming back from the gym when you got caught in a pouring rain. Naturally, you had not brought an umbrella with you and, by the time you got back home, you were soaked. What a misfortune, a thing you were getting used to lately.

As soon as you unlocked the door of your flat and stepped inside, you took off your shoes and discarded you bag on the floor before ambling absent-mindedly to your bathroom and grabbing a few towels to dry yourself. You lived alone, you did not think that a certain someone was actually waiting for you in the shadows. Oh, Aizen was so upset with you. His eyes followed your every move attentively, pondering when it would have been the perfect moment to step out and make his presence known.

You were beautiful, so tempting, even for someone like him who believed to be a god. Maybe it was your innocence, the goodness in you, but he was still a man. He was drawn to your beauty like a moth to a flame.

As you took off your drenched t-shirt and bra, you proceeded to drag your leggings down your legs and shivered. A warm shower was highly needed and, as soon as you got rid of your panties too, you let out a sigh of relief and glanced up at your reflection in the mirror. You were tired, that was true, but the scream that left your lips though was not due to the dark circles around your eyes, giving you a jumpscare. It was due to the presence of the man standing right behind you.

His glasses, his brown locks and his handsome face were unmistakable. Aizen Sosuke. The Captain of the Fifth Division was right behind you with a smug smirk crossing his lips and an his eyes transfixed on your naked frame. He was not even trying to hide the wolfish grin on his lips.

You blushed from head to toe and tried to run into the cubicle of the shower, hoping that the thick, red courtain would have shielded your curves from him. You never stepped into the shower, though. Aizen had other plans in store for you and, in a swift motion, you found yourself pinned to nearest wall. His hand, firmly wrapped around the back of your neck, forced your cheek against the white tiled wall and his body was pressed up against your back.

“It’s good to see you again, darling” he hissed in your ear, his hot breath fanning the base of your neck and sending shivers down your spine.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you blurted out, trying to ignore the fact that, not only you were naked, but Sosuke did not even seem to be bothered by your nudity at all. The bastard had no shame.

He grinned “You know exactly why I’m here” he declared, taking his glasses off and settling them carelessly on the counter at his right.

You blushed and gritted your teeth, batting your eyes closed to steady your breath. You wanted to lash out at him, tell him how you hated the way he had pushed you away, throwing fact at his perfect face. He was the reason why you had left in the first place.

“Get out of my sight… You shouldn’t be here” you stated, although you quite did not want him to go. Not again. You did not want to spend any more time without him, no matter how irritated you were, how scared you were. You needed him. You needed to get upset every time he was overly kind with you and showed off those perfect deceitful smiles of his. The smirks you had fallen for…

“Tsk, tell me to leave and I may consider this option” he cooed, his grip on the back of your neck tightening as he pressed his clothed crotch against your ass.

You gasped, flushing up even more at his action. Was he excited? Did he really find you attractive? Was it another way to fool you?

“Aizen…” you whispered.

“Come on, say it. Tell me to leave, tell me to stop or tell me something else. Tell me what do you want me to do” he taunted you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he made it painly clear that leaving was not in his plans. Oh, he was far from wanting to leave. He had come here to confront you, to deliver his message for you personally. Eveything was clearly going according to his plan. He was so obsessed with perfectionism and you, of course, were exactly what he needed right now. You were part of his plan too, somehow.

You cursed yourself for enjoying this and, as you sighed and gave him the green card to proceed, you felt your inevitable fall approaching.

“Stay” you breathed out, earning an dark chuckle from the man behind you.

“That’s what I thought” he said, slithering his hand between your legs and plunging his fingers into your core without warning you. You moaned, a little startled by the sudden move, your inner walls gradually trying to adjust to the intrusion.

Sosuke bit your shoulder softly, as his fingers pumped into you deeply at a rough but steady pace. It was almost as if he wanted to punish you. He always had everything under control, it was almost frustrating. He enjoyed the way you moaned softly, under your breath, not to pamper him and make his chest swell up in pride.

However, as he pulled them out of you and you whined for the sudden sensation of emptiness, he hastily pulled his pants down and thrusted up into you. The sinful moan, strained in pain for his roughness, was enough to make him smirk in satisfaction.

“Don’t you fucking dare to leave like that ever again —he growled, thrusting into you at a feral pace — I’ll fuck an apology out of you”.

And he stack up to his vow.

Haschwalth Jugram.

You were not friends. You were far from that. You were enemies, actually. He had kidnapped you almost two months ago, making all of your friends worried sick about you. When you had asked him why he had done it, he dismissively replied that it was necessary, that he saw potential in you, that your friends would have fallen into his trap by coming to your rescue.

However, as weeks passed by, you noticed a change in his behavior. He was no more in his typical haste, he stayed a little longer to talk to you, he made sure you did not feel like a prisoner. You found out he was not a real monster. At least, not with you. Sometimes he was the one to deliver your meals to you. You never asked him why he did it. You accepted his kindness, despite the difficulty of keeping up a conversation with him for more than ten minutes. Haschwalth Jugram was so bashful. It irked you how he could have been the incarnation of the Prince Charming, if he was not a villain.

Now, you had to admit that, among other things, you had not failed to appreciate his appearence. The blue-eyed man was handsome as hell. Almost too perfect to walk this Earth, too deadly to be a human. Finding him attractive was wrong on so many levels, but you tried to hold on onto that trivial thought to take your mind off. You were still a prisoner, after all.

Now, he was a respectful man. You had noticed that he always came to check on you at the same hour. That night was not supposed to be an exception. You were laying on your back on the soft bed of your room, rosy cheeks and fuzzy mind. You were indulging on the thought of him again. It was an unhealthy obsession, a lustful and sinful thought you would have gladly got rid of, but in that very moment you could not.

You gave up. You slipped your shorts off, your panties following their same destiny on the floor along with your t-shirt. You laid down bare, your fingers travelling down your abdoment and finally reaching down to your aching core. A sigh of relief fell from your lips as you started to draw figures eights on your bundle of nerves. Oh, how badly you wished he was the one to do it. He had long fingers that you were more than sure would have fitted perfectly into you.

His name escaped your lips softly once, twice and thrice. It was hard not to, when your body was on fire. You desired him, you wanted to see his mask of pride slip as he took you on that bed.

You were so lost into the realm of pleasure that you did not even heard the door creak open and saw the tall figure looming in your room, until he spoke and your blood ran cold.

“Do you need something—…” the tall blonde said, only to feel his tongue freeze in his mouth at the sight before his icy-blue eyes.

You were staring up at him in pure shock, naked, with your legs wide open and your fingers buried deep into your core. He seemed to be composed, despite the awkward situation and it took you a few seconds to reach and slip under the covers to hide your nudity from his glacial eyes.

After enduring the most embarrassing staring contest of your life between you two, he cleared his throat and spoke again “I did not intend to disturb you. I was passing by your door and I heard my name. I apologize” he flatly declared. But you did not fail to catch the way his left hand twitched and the way his pants seemed to tighten slightly. Did he appreciate the view?

You blushed and nodded your head “Let’s pretend it never happened. — you breathed out, careful not to let the blankets fall — Do you need something? Can I help you in any way?” you added, avoiding to make eye-contact with him again.

The blonde man took a moment before answering, his cold eyes still lingering over your frame, studying the way the silky covers were draped over your body and exalting your curves. It was not good at all. He was losing his focus because of you. The worst part of it was that it was not exactly the first time, but it was surely a problem since it was happening before your eyes.

“No, I’m perfectly fine. — he replied shortly — I’ll take my leave”.

And with that, he left your bedroom, slamming the door behind him in frustration. However, he laid his back against it, running a gloved hand over his visage as he tried to compose himself. It was hard coming to terms with the fact that he liked you. Having seen you naked, however, had devasted him. He was hungry. He was so hungry he had to have you now, even for once. Even if he would have not got to touch you ever again.

“Bloody Hell…” he uttered under his breath, before opening the door again and dashing into your bedroom. He locked the door and walked up to you, stopping beside you and taking his coat off. His hands immediately reached down for his belt and he unbuckled his belt, his eyes clouded over in lust as he stared at you as if you were his property.

“Actually, there’s a thing you can do for me. Suck me off. Open that pretty mouth of yours that moaned my name so sweetly” he growled, unzipping his pants and pulling them down enough for you to slip his hard cock out of his boxers.

Your mouth watered and your cheeks flushed as you sat up hastily and flicked your gaze up to meet his “Is that a command?” you whispered teasingly, only to make him snort and grip your hair gently.

“Yes, it is. And make sure to swallow” he crooned, watching the way you smirked and wrapped your lips around him so diligently.

In the end, you had got what you wanted from the beginning. He lost his temper, you lost your dignity.

Tags: @stygianoir @idkyetwow @shattereddreamssara @yunixkill

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! It’s my first Bleach post and I hope you can appreciate it. Likes, comments and reposts are appreciated! I am sorry for the delay, but I am currently very busy!

X O X O

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How would Grimmjow and Renji handle being into the same human girl who can see Soul Reapers/Spirits like beginning-series Ichigo?

I keep thinking about maybe she works in Urahara’s shop and they both keep making excuses to go to human world 🫢

omgggg. I could definitely see this happening like after the TBYW or maybe even during it.

Since Grimmjow is staying at Urahara's shop, he cannot keep his eyes off of you.

When Renji comes back on missions, you have really caught his attention.

You cook meals for everyone and they both really love your cooking.

Renji always makes sure to compliment your cooking.

The two men glare at each other from across the table as they eat, knowing that they are both harboring feelings for you.

They are times when you caught them fighting each other; clashing swords and spitting out vulgar words.

You have to break them up, but they won't tell you that they are actually fighting over you.

They make up some lame excuse about bad blood or their past.

Renji definitely flirts with you, but he keeps it on the low.

He's cheeky and will shoot you winks from across the room.

Grimmjow on the other hand has no cool and you can tell that he's hardcore flirting with you.

Sometimes, he'll have his hand above your head on the wall, staring down at you deeply.

Renji will have you do his hair sometimes.

Rukia starts to catch onto what Renji is doing when he keeps asking to go with other squads on missions to Karakura town.

She definitely makes fun of him and smacks him in his head.

Grimmjow doesn't leave Urahara's shop too often, but the other arrancars can tell that something is on his mind when he doesn't come back to Hueco Mundo as often.

Both of them help you with your abilities as you can see hollows, spirits, and soul reapers.

Grimmjow always builds you up, saying how cool that is and makes you super confident.

Renji teaches you how to be comfortable with being able to see things that most people can't see.

Regardless, both men have strong feelings for you and neither one of them is planning to back down...

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he wants your hands…

18+ explicit sex // oral // edging everybody 21+ female reader x bleach men

on his abs

Ichigo wants your hands all over his chiseled abs– he’s worked damn hard to get so ripped and you’re gonna show him how much you love his body! Working between those tight muscles and over his toned waist makes him sigh contentedly, feeling your hands going lower.

Your fingers trace over his waistband as your lips attach to his stomach, kissing and licking the hot, hard muscles.

You get his shorts off and continue kissing down, making him let out a surprised moan as you swallow his tip, enjoying feeling him get harder in your mouth.

“y/n!! fuck–” the blood rushes to his cock, some spared for his reddening cheeks, as you take him down.

You suck him, your hands never leaving the sides of his perfectly formed six pack.

bound

Kisuke loves pinning your wrists down or tying you to the bed frame, keeping your hands off him so he can let that pretty mouth of yours stroke his ego instead. He’ll tease and edge you for his amusement, like you’re some kind of toy, not stopping until you let out those beautiful whimpers of his name.

“You know what I need to hear, girl,” he utters, leaning over you as the vibrator attached to your clit buzzes relentlessly, while he slides in a dildo that’s just a little too small for your wet hole.

“Kisuke!!! I– I can’t– can't fucking cum anymoore, nnhhh–” you let out a long, needy moan.

His lips quirk up into a devious smile.

“pleeeeaase Kisukeee—” you squeeze your eyes shut and draw out his name till you’re interrupted by his hard length replacing the dildo, he swears you almost purr with satisfaction.

“all better now, hm?”

massaging him

Byakuya loves feeling your hands on his shoulders and back, preferably in the bath, with oils and lotions. He’s used to being pampered, and you enjoy giving him this luxury. You do it out of love, a selfless act, finding his relaxed and peaceful expression enough of a reward. However, whether you’re expecting it or not, he always returns your kind favours.

“Thank you, petal,” he pats himself dry then takes your hand, guiding you to the bed, “now lay down.” You feel the drip of massage oil over your back, his slender fingers massaging down your spine.

But his hands start to dip further, pushing between your legs, eagerly digging into your wet folds. He fingers you till you’re all wet and gushing, ready for his cock, then slowly slides in, taking you as you lay on your stomach, leaning right over and whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he spreads you open.

in his hair

Renji hates to admit how much he loves your hands in his hair– but when you’re riding him you can tell he wants it. You take his hair down, bouncing on his lap as he sits up, making him sigh with relief. Your fingers rake through his fiery strands, gently at first. Until he starts rutting his hips up, letting you feel him harder, encouraging you to pull and tug, making him let out the hottest groans.

“Harder, y/n–” he moans out, making a wicked smile cross your face.

“Want me to ride you harder?” you ask, feigning confusion.

He grits his teeth, his eyes narrowing. You feel his hand gripping over yours to give his hair another tug.

“words, Abarai.” you mutter with a smirk, your hips grinding up and down.

He releases your hand, his grip returning to your waist, admitting defeat with a hiss.

“pull my fucking hair,” he glares back at you, “‘n say my first name.”

“so rude, baby,” you let out a little tsk, shaking your head, slowing your motions.

He would put up more of a fight, but he’s just getting so close and needy to feel exactly what he wants when he reaches his release.

“fuck, y/n!!” he lets out a shout, his cheeks flushing up nice and rosy, adding to your satisfaction, “please”

Your eyebrow arches.

“pull my hair…” he lets his head fall back, unable to maintain eye contact, “please– fuck–!!” he yells.

Needless to say, you give him what he wants, giving his locks a final teasing stroke before pulling hard, making him shoot his load.

serving him

Shunsui is another man who loves when you take care of him. In his opinion, your hands are best placed around a bottle of sake, serving up and handing him his next drink. He’ll pass you a cup too, so make sure you’ve got a steady hand when you’re pouring.

He’s likely to get handsy once he’s had a few– but you don’t mind. 

Even when he’s bending you over the table and giving your ass a little squeeze while he finishes his drink, you allow him.

He just loves good girls like you. So subservient, taking his cock from behind without batting an eyelid.

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[dreadsuitsamus]

Green With Envy | Renji Abarai x Reader |

author's note: more mechanic!au stuff! i love this au with renji sooooooo much. it's so damn fun

pairing: renji abarai x reader

warnings: au, jealousy, some background renji x rukia

The tick of the clock on the wall only serves to irritate you further, the tickle of what's soon going to turn into anger settling tightly at the back of your skull. Renji's late. It's a Monday morning at the shop and he's uncharacteristically not here. He's usually here before you or right on time with you, and while it's technically his shop, it's still rude to not even send you a courtesy text.

You can't help the bounce of your leg and tightness in your jaw. Rukia is in town, and surely it's because of her that he's not here. She already had the entire weekend with him, and God only knows what the hell they were up to. You didn't hear from your friend not once, and in fairness, you didn't reach out yourself. Working together for sometimes more than forty hours a week is already a lot of time together, not to mention Renji often treats you to dinner after work or you'll invite him over and have a drink together to de-stress from the day.

To put it simply, you monopolize quite a bit of his time, and as nothing more than a friend and coworker, you have no right to feel so strung out about him being with another woman.

Another woman he was certainly fucking the entire weekend.

The bell above the door dings and the way you cut your eyes at him must be pure evil, because Renji reels back as if struck. He's got a frappuccino in hand and his usual black coffee in the other— he certainly knows the best way to extend an olive branch to you. He takes his usual seat before your desk and holds your drink away from your reaching grabby hand.

"Before I give you this and you start tuning me out," He starts, and damn him for knowing you so well. "I just wanna say I'm sorry I'm late, and that I missed you over the weekend."

And ohhhh how your heart warms at his sincerely spoken words. Combined with his dumb-looking, apologetic face, you can't really stay mad at him. "You're forgiven. Did you have fun with Rukia?"

Renji sets your drink down and has a quick pull from his own. "Yeah, always. We went and watched the new Fast and the Furious movie."

You snort and take a sip of your vanilla bean frappe. "And was it as ridiculous as you hoped?"

"Dumbest one yet." He flashes you a bright, dumb grin and sets his cup down to pull a pen and piece of paper from your desk and begin writing out his day's plans. "How was your weekend though? Any hot dates?"

"No." You mutter bitterly. "Seems you're the only one that has any fun like that."

"I dunno why." Renji murmurs, his eyes flitting to you for a moment. "You're extremely hot. Men should be falling to their knees left and right for you."

"Now you're just kissing my ass."

"Who, me?" Renji's smile is blinding, and the telltale twinkle of playful mischief is in his eyes. "Only if you asked."

"Take me to dinner first."

"Busy tonight, but lunch is all yours, babe." Renji scribbles out a schedule for you to keep him on, like always, and grabs a set of keys for his first few jobs— they're theoretically just simple oil changes.

"When does Rukia return home?" You hum, and frankly you're not doing a good job of hiding just how badly you dislike her existence. She's never done anything to you personally, no.

You just want what she has with Renji and the jealousy burns you.

"Tomorrow morning. I shouldn't be late again though."

"I don't care if you're late. I just would appreciate a heads up."

"I care if I'm late. I could lose my job, y'know. My boss is a bit of a hard ass like that, even though I'm the best worker she's got." Renji winks at you and rushes into the shop before you can chide him any, and the sound of his cackling laugh echoing from the garage is enough to ease the tension in your body and let you have a laugh too.

"Idiot." You mutter fondly before answering the incoming phone call.

A few hours pass by before you see Renji again, and he hooks the keys back up to the key wall. "I am not doing even one more goddamn oil change today."

"Hit your head a few times?" You hum as you browse your computer for lunch ideas, and snort as you feel his eyes shooting daggers your way.

"I don't wanna talk about it." He snarks and goes to his small selection of nice shirts, picking up two for you to choose between. And he nods, expecting your choice of the teal Henley shirt and pulls it over his white tank top. "Lemme go wash up and we'll go get a bite."

"Yes sir."

Renji heads down the short hallway to the bathroom and you tidy up your desk as you wait, and your heart sinks as you see a very familiar pain in your ass walking up to the door. Plastering a small yet still fake smile on, you wave a hand to Rukia. "Hey, Rukia."

"Hello!" She's always been so damn kind to you, it's ridiculous for you to have so much disdain for her. "Where's Renji?"

"Restroom." You murmur, eyeing her carefully. She's wearing a cute little sundress, emphasis on little, and no wonder you didn't hear from Renji during their weekend. And thank the fucking lord they're just friends with benefits and that she lives so damn far away, because you're not sure you'd still be in this business with Renji if you had to see Rukia more often.

It's petty, but your heart doesn't like to share, one-sided or otherwise.

Thankfully Renji's out of the bathroom before the awkward silence can linger, and he greets Rukia with a hug. "Hey, you! What're you doing here?"

"Wanted to get some lunch with you." She smiles brightly and good lord she's a teeny thing compared to him.

"Oh!" Renji rubs the back of his head. "Not that I don't want to, but I already promised to take-"

Rukia pouts, and you sigh to yourself. "Just go, Ren."

Renji frowns. "No, I told you that I would treat you to lunch and I meant that."

"Just go. Make it up to me tomorrow." She'll be gone then, is unspoken, and you're sure hoping he's picked up what you've put down. Much as you dislike her for stupidly selfish reasons, being rude to Rukia isn't an option.

His brow furrows together as you set your purse back into its normal spot and you toss his car keys to him without so much as another glance his way, and he only barely catches them in the midst of his frustration. You're upset, that much is obvious, and he doesn't want to leave you behind like this. "I really don't feel right about this. Let's just all go out together, okay?"

"We shouldn't really leave the shop unattended." Your voice is damn near robotic, and the frustration in Renji's chest digs a little bit deeper. You won't even look at him. "Since Mondays are my busiest days. I'll be fine; I brought my lunch anyway."

And before Renji can argue further, a repeat customer steps through the door and they shake hands for a quick greeting before the man steps to your desk to schedule service. You smile at the customer, grateful he's earlier than he said he'd be— Rukia pulls Renji out of the building and they're off to their lunch, and you get an hour to yourself before your dear friend returns.

"He wants a state inspection, oil change, and he'd like you to do an alignment as well." You mutter when Renji steps back inside, setting the customer's keys at the edge of your desk for your mechanic to move the man's truck out back. Your packed lunch, a simple Caesar salad, sits in front of you almost completely untouched as your fingers tap against the keyboard for yet another email response.

"Alright." Renji eyes you carefully, tugging the keys into his palm and removing his Henley. He hardly ate a thing at lunch, much to Rukia's annoyance. But his happiness is very much dependent on your own, and knowing you're upset because of his inability to keep his word sends a feeling of pure sickness to his stomach. He let you down, despite his best efforts.

You pointedly avoid his gaze, and he sighs gently before he sulks out to get back to work. You end up tossing what's left of your salad, your tummy too full of feelings to want to eat. Renji stays in the shop for the rest of the day, not even emerging for a snack or a set of keys before lockup. The air around you is tense, and you curse yourself for being the very source of it.

But damn this jealousy will not let you go.

You're already shutting down your computer and organizing your desk for tomorrow when the door to the garage opens up, Renji's work boots scuffing against the floor as he comes back for the first time in several hours. He sets all the keys on the desk instead of the wall, indicating he's gotten all the work done.

"Nice job." You murmur, pulling them into one of your desk drawers. "I'll send the invoices tomorrow and depending on when they pay up, we can send out the rent—"

Your chair swivels around, causing your heart to skip a beat as you come face to face with your mechanic, his hands settled on either armrest with you subsequently caged into the chair by his body. When the hell did he even cross over to this side of the desk?? "Renji, what the hell—?"

"I can't stand you being mad at me." He admits honestly, and you can see just how pained he is with his gaze alone. "I'm sorry about lunch, okay? I really, really am."

"Renji." You sigh softly, and it takes everything in you to hold your hands back, keeping them in your lap and not cupping his face and kissing him like you so desperately crave. "It's not a big deal."

"You're mad at me and you're hungry. I got a double whammy on my hands." He moves just a tad closer to you as he shifts his weight, the scent of his savory, expensive cologne still there even after a day spent working hard. "And they're both my fault. You didn't eat your stupid little salad because what you wanted was a grilled cheese with all your little fixins from that place down the road, and also because you're upset and you don't eat when you're upset."

"How do you have me so figured out?" You ask softly, eyes so stuck on his handsome face. The shape of his nose, the way his lips curve, the sharpness of his eyes… The tiny little freckles you've never even noticed dusting over his cheekbones… Being in this close proximity only makes you realize and memorize the finer details of what you thought you already had discovered entirely. But it isn't often you're this close for this long, and hopefully he can't hear the way your heart beats in your throat.

"We have been together for almost six years now." He murmurs gently. "We know almost everything about each other at this point. You're my best friend and my business partner— I'd have to be the dumbest guy in town not to know you better than the back of my hand."

"Best friend?" You whisper in fear of your voice cracking if you talk any louder. Your chest is tight with want and the corners of your eyes begin prickling with tears; this is all too oddly intimate to take place at work, of all places, closed or not. Though it was this place that brought you together to begin with— "We have been together almost six years now." is how he phrased it, as if you were a couple.

"The very best." He whispers back. "Rukia is my childhood friend, but she doesn't know me better than you do. And I definitely don't know her half as well as I know you now. I could talk all day long about things she liked before she turned fifteen and moved away, but I don't even know what her favorite restaurant is now. That's the thing with time. It changes people, y'know? So if you don't keep up with them, you drift. Seeing her once or twice a year isn't enough to beat out my bond with you, no way in hell. I see you every day, all day, and I enjoy every second and always look forward to more time with you."

"You promise?" Your eyes are filled to the brim with tears now, and Renji smiles ever so gently as the pad of his thumb wipes away a renegade drop.

"I do." He presses his lips to your forehead in a sweet kiss, and your arms loop around his neck— and in turn you're pulled into a crushing hug and receive a longer kiss to your temple before his lips graze down your skin to speak softly into your ear. "Let's go get you that grilled cheese now, okay? My treat, and after that we'll go get some ice cream from that other place you like."

"What about Rukia? It's her last night in town, and you said you were busy tonight."

"She's probably packing anyway, and her flight is so early that she'll be in bed within a couple hours. It's fine. I meant it when I said I missed you, and I wanna take you to dinner. It'll be okay." His voice buzzes against your ear, and he gives you another squeeze when you relent and nod along to his idea.

Grinning widely, he lets go of you to pull on that same Henley from earlier. "C'mon, before you start acting hangry and yell at me."

"Hey! I do not yell at you!"

Renji snaps his fingers and points. "There it is, right there! Hangry!!"

You laugh and bat your purse at him, and he screeches playfully and runs out of the building. "You'll never take me alive!"

"Only because you left me to lock up!" You call back, laughing giddily as you ensure the building is secure and follow him to his car.

"Hey, you know the rules. Last one out is a rotten egg." Renji explains as he opens the passenger side door for you

You just laugh at him, chest warm and fuzzy at the day's turnaround. And the little green monster at the back of your brain, the toxic little thing, is sated as your mechanic slips into the car for an evening with you.

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“we’re over”

“no we’re not”

then he blows your back out <3

he knows you like to catch and attitude sometimes but he’s more than happy to deal with you. he loves you and you can’t get rid of him.

“my baby just needed some dick, hm?”

he’s toxic enough to ruin any relationship you think about having. a little argument isn’t going to make him leave you so you’re not leaving him.

|| toji, eren, kakucho,renji&atsumu

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4 with renji pretty please? 🥺💗

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.” “Why not?” “Because I think— I think I’m starting to get greedy. I think I’m starting to want more with you.”

You and Renji grew up together, but you always felt like you were in the shadows of Rukia. Rukia was the shining star. She was able to do things better than most. And Renji was completely head over heels for her. Your heart broke so much being around them, but you did everything you could to just try and ignore it.

When you all got to the academy, things seemed to change. You were gaining the attention from so many different people. You were becoming very well liked within the community. So your feelings for Renji eventually were tucked away. And as you all grew up and became Shinigami, you realized that maybe by bottling everything up, you could have a decent existence.

You tried dating a few people, but it always ended up being lacklustre. So you just decided to wing it alone. You'd always see Renji and you two would try to spend time together, but life was becoming even more hectic. The more you spent time with him, the more you realized just how much you were in love with him.

One night after a few drinks, Renji made a move on you. While it hurt your heart, you couldn't push him away. He promised you to keep things casual, despite the fact that you wanted the opposite. You just knew that things could never become more serious because he's absolutely in love with Rukia.

Still the sex was so good. You tried to pretend he was in love with you every time he fucked you. He treated you so good. Renji kissed you like you were the only person he wanted to be with for the remainder of his existence. And he was becoming even more handsy while out in public. People were beginning to talk about you too.

This is what made you pull away a little. You knew that it would crush Rukia if she knew that people thought you and Renji were a couple. But if anything, this made him even clingier. He was always at your place whenever he had a free moment. He was kissing you in public without a care in the world. And he was certainly fucking you harder and longer than usual.

One night he finishes inside of you, causing you to panic a little bit. He's never done this before. Renji notices the panic in your eyes. He kisses you so sweetly.

"I gotta confess..." he starts. "I don't think I can do this anymore...not the way we're doing it." Your eyes widen, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Renji blushes and looks down, "I'm starting to get...greedy. I know I shouldn't cause you want it casual but like...I just want things to be official and I-"

You cut him off with a kiss. "Should have said so from the start. I want things to be official too."

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Moreee doodles.

[seireiteiqueen]

A/N: We're about to roll out on day 1 of Kinktober and we're kicking off this celebration with none other than our resident hunk, Renji Abarai. Let him worship you like you're meant to be. Ass and all. 😜 If you want to be added to the taglist for Kinktober then send me an ask or DM. Age must be in bio or easily found to be added to the taglist.

Character: Renji Abarai (x fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, ass worship, choking, spanking, bratty reader, x fem!Reader, pet names (baby girl, good girl, brat, baby), teasing, brat taming, offensive language (swearing), dirty talk, slight breeding, slight degradation, minors dni

Word Count: 1.6k

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You knew that he was watching you, knew that this was his usual routine when you were cleaning up around the house. Renji always sat on the couch and ogled you, ready to pounce, but he’d never make the move unless he was sure that you wanted the same. It could be something as simple as batting your eyelashes at him that would give him the sign and you were well aware of that. You kept him waiting and knew that you could have him reeling in his spot for as long as you wanted at this rate. 

Renji was growing impatient, you could feel the aura around him changing as he gripped the side of the couch. The way his fingers dug into the cushion made the sound of his nails even sharper as he fought back the growl that was forming in his chest. The wiggle in your hips as you picked up the small clump of hair from the floor made his hand come up to his mouth, teeth digging into his knuckles as he bit into it. 

Sauntering footsteps pulled your body close to his as you chuckled almost deviously, not wanting to give him too much, just enough to make him reach out for you. He wanted to pull you in, right into his lap, let his hands wander your body, caress the one thing that was standing out to him the most. 

As his hands nearly reached you, you pulled away, the look on his face making you pout at him evilly. “What’s the matter Renj?”

Renji took a deep breath and ran his hands through his long, crimson hair. The new look in his eyes was one of fire, something completely different than what had been there only seconds before when he was ready to scream. “What’s the matter with me?” A chuckle was not what you had expected as you watched him place his hands on the edge of the couch. “I think that you’re pushing my buttons today and I’m not sure where you get the nerve?”

You watched him stand from the couch, wanting to turn and run when you felt his confidence radiating. A deep breath filled your chest as Renji’s hands reached out again, unable to get away this time as his hands gripped onto your wrist and dragged you toward him. “R-Renji… what are you doing?”

His teeth ground together as he grasped tight, refusing to let go when you tugged. “Not so brave now that you’re caught, are you?” You locked eyes with him as his hand tilted your chin up to get a better look. “I think you’re about to learn why you shouldn’t tease me like that.”

His body turned, yours going with him as he pushed you down the hallway. Renji had a rasp to his voice that he only got when he was ready to snap, one that you had heard many times, one that made your loins ache and your heart race when you heard it. 

“Someone doesn’t like being teased? What a poor baby.” The second that the words left your lips you knew that they were a mistake, but the brattiness inside you would let you hold it back. “And what’s a big softy like you going to do about it, Abarai?”

Before you even had time to react you felt your body easily pinned to the wall, his hand now gently grasping your throat as you sat right outside the bedroom door. “You might wanna shut that pretty little mouth of yours before you really make me angry.” Renji’s face was only inches from yours as he spoke, his breath warm against your lips as he taunted you. “Of all people in this world, you know how I feel when you’re bratty like this. Brats don’t get rewards, so if you want that peachy little ass of yours smacked then you should get it in the bedroom right now.”

The way his words came off so harshly made the warmth in your abdomen begin to grow, you craved this version of Renji Abarai, wanted it whenever you could get it. This was the version of him that knew how to give you the time of your life, even better than any other time that you’d have together. As his hands eased up on your throat and he backed away with a devilish smirk you ran for the door, pulling your shirt over your head before he even told you to do it. You knew what he wanted and you weren’t going to wait for him to ask you. 

When he walked in behind you, you could feel the happiness that was filling him. He didn’t even have to tell you what to do, his good little girl was already doing it. “How’d I get so lucky to have someone like you? Look at you… already ready for me. Better get those legging off before I rip them off, can’t have something covering that luscious ass of yours when I wanna have my way with it.”

Your hands gripped the sides of your legging and ripped them down, your lacey panties underneath them flashing in the small bit of moonlight that lit the room just enough. Renji was nearly drooling, on top of everything you were wearing his favorite pair. He was sure he would explode. He was on you in a second, his hands gripping your ass cheeks as he pulled your body toward him. “That pretty little wiggle you did for me out there… I wanna see you do it again. Now get that ass moving, on the bed, wiggle nice and pretty for me.”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers twirling into his hair as you answered him, obeying everything that he said to you. “Y-yes, sir. Gonna be real pretty just for you.” You climbed onto the bed on all fours and stuck your ass into the air, giving your hips a nice little wiggle for him. You watched from over your shoulder as he let a lustful groan out. Renji’s hands grabbed your hips as he pulled you back toward him, his hips meeting yours as he pushed himself against you. The bulge in his pants ground against you as he smiled, the small bit of friction making a small whine emerge from you. 

His large hands left your hips and gripped the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down before bringing his hand up and slapping it onto your ass. “That’s my good girl, knows just how to listen to orders when she needs to.” Renji grasped his length and stroked, his free hand pushing between your legs as he pulled your panties to the side, a surprise waiting for him that made him laugh. “And look at you, you’re already soaking wet and I hadn’t even touched you. Just the sound of my voice can do that, can’t it baby girl?”

Your head nodded, unable to say anything as you felt his body press into you. The tip of his cock slowly ran up your folds, the feeling of your slick that sat in wait making his legs buckle a little. Renji pushed himself farther into you, your walls adjusting to him as he started slow. His hands groped your ass as he thrust his hips over and over, nothing but praises singing for you as your knuckles turned white against the bed sheet. 

“Can’t believe this is all mine.” His hand slapped your ass again and he growled deep in his chest, thrust after thrust sending you into euphoria. “Such a perfect baby girl, nice fat ass for me to worship. Worship you just like the goddess that you fucking are, yeah?”

The coil in your abdomen was tightening, faster than you would have liked it to as you pushed your ass back against him, matching his rhythm. “Fuck, s’too good Renji. ‘M close, not gonna last long.”

Renji hummed in contentment as he wrapped a hand in your hair, his other coming back down on your ass again with a harsh slap. The hand that had just slapped you rubbed against your ass, his tongue running over his lips as he leaned close to you. “Good for me then. Wanna feel that tight pussy clench around me so go ahead and let it happen baby girl.”

His words were enough to send you as you felt your walls completely close around him, a fluttering in your stomach giving you that feeling of bliss as your high threatened to overtake you. Renji grunted as he felt it, his hips moving impossibly faster as he helped you through it. “Fucking hell, just like that baby. That’s what I’m talking about.” A strangled grunt filled your ears as his body weakened against yours. “Gonna fill up that pretty pussy nice and good, make you drip when I’m done with you.” His hips stuttered against yours as he let himself go, his seed painting your walls white as he unloaded inside of you. 

Your bodies collapsed together, limbs tangled up as he pulled you into his side. Just the way he held you, the way that he breathed, the way that he snickered as he watched you fighting for your breath… it all told you that you weren’t done. Your evening was about to get a whole lot better. 

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[katsuma6]

hey! my first time asking smth, I js wanna say I love ur work! could I request just some goofy/fluff headcanons for bleach characters? anything you want :D

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[j-u-u-z-o]

Sharing is Caring (Renji Abarai x F.Reader) 18+ NSFW‼️

AN: Hey y’all! I’ve been thinking about this scenario for a while now and I had a hard time choosing which character would suit it. It was between Ikkaku, Kisuke and Renji. So I chose Renji! Cos’ I’ve never written anything about the guy. I kinda went soft on writing him cuz I had to control myself 😩. Or did it? Anyway! Of course, you can use any character to your liking. I had fun writing this. Enjoy! 💕😉

PS: there might be a part two to this. 😚 *fingers crossed*

Synopsis: Renji wants some more time with you before bedtime but you’re ignoring him . you want to watch your favorite movie in peace while eating a good ol’ Twix chocolate bar in your hand. What’s he gonna do?

⚠️WARNING: NSFW‼️, slow burn, fore playing, fingering, sneaky n’ spicy pineapple head, squirting, GRAMMAR.

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It’s finally Friday.

You’re sitting comfortably on the small couch at renji’s place. You’re also watching a horror movie while eating a Twix bar - that you picked up from the candy bowl, on the small table in front of you. Meanwhile, Renji is washing the dishes after eating a delicious dinner with you.

Soon after, Renji dragged out a long sigh as he walked into the living room. He saw you invested in eating the chocolate bar, your eyes wide open as loud screams and shattered glass came from the tv screen.

She looks hypnotized. He snorted to himself.

Hmmm. A smirk came up on his face, slowly. He quietly walked towards the back of the sofa. Careful not to make the wooden floor creak; Getting closer to his prey. The screams were so intense and relentless that you didn’t hear renji walk into the living room. Until…“Boo!” A pair of hands suddenly grabbed your shoulders. “Aaah!!” Your eyes closed shut. Your body felt completely empty from the scare. you turned your head and screamed at the red-headed man.

“Renji! Why would you...Don’t do that! You know I’m watching a scary movie, jeez!” You yelled, not realizing that you’re squeezing the poor chocolate bar. Almost falling out of the wrapper.

“Well then. I’m glad you got frightened.” He smirked, your eyebrows twitched. “because you’re eating the last Twix bar.” He pouted, raising himself and crossed his arms. You watched him. Getting a better view of him now. His broad body - his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, tattoos covering up to his head; his hair in a messy bun. Yeah. He’s hot. But that’s not the point! You lost your train of thought.

“Oiii. Y/nnnn.” He called you, pointing at the bar. You blinked. “Eh?” You looked down at the source in your hand. half of it literally on the verge to fall out of the package. “Pffft!” You laughed. Oops. “You can’t be serious! You turned your head back to look at him. “It’s just a chocolate bar, Renji.”

“That you didn’t even share. With your boyfriend.” He continued to pout, walking around the couch to sit next to you. You snorted at his reasoning; You were going to protest but he cut you off, “Make room for me.” You moved over a bit - your legs folded to the side. You watched the red-headed man; trying not to laugh - bitting your bottom lip.

He sat next you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Pulling you closer to his chest. “Here.” You quickly aimed the half broken chocolate bar to his lips. He leaned down pulled it out with his teeth and and ate it. Your listened to the crunchy sounds. “Feel better now, baby?” you emphasized, smiling up at him. Renji didn’t miss it. He just chewed until he was satisfied. “Yeah.” He licked his lips, looking at the tv screen.

“You’re such a baby, Baby.” You pointed out, poking his left cheek with your index finger. “I’m not.” He said, looking serious.

Liar. You looked at back the tv screen and wrapped your arm across his midsection, and slowly caressed it, while your head laid on his broad shoulder.

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Moments later, you found yourself leaning against the armrest of the couch. Almost halfway through the movie; Leaving Renji alone. His eyes slowly turned to your direction. Clearly, you’re still deeply invested in the movie. But, he isn’t. As loud banging noises, gore, and screaming filled the dark room, renji moved closer to your side. Careful not to interrupt you.

He gently lifted your folded right leg and puts it in between his legs. You scoot over a bit to stretch your back - feeling a bit better after sitting on your side for a while. His fingers then circled your inner thigh. Making you squirm under his touch. Feeling the feathery sensation from his rough calloused fingers, he gently kneaded it. “Is my leg that interesting to you, babe?” You giggled, letting him continue his task. He grinned, “Hm. Maybe.” His brown orbs followed his hand slowly grazing your soft skin - gliding it up and down your thigh.

He moved closer to you - wrapping an arm around your waist; pulling you closer to him as he started leaving kisses on your shoulder. His other hand continued to caress your inner thighs. eventually moving it up to skim your midsection. His lips felt so warm and comforting on your skin - feeling relaxed from his ministrations while you watched the movie. Then, his hand slid down to knead your inner thigh again. “Mmm.” You giggled. “Your hand is very warm, babe.” You praised him while you watched the movie. A throaty chuckle was heard from him while he kissed your shoulder.

He stopped leaving gentle pecks on your shoulder and said, “I know.” He bit his bottom lip and his eyes looked up at you, slowly yet slyly. He slid his hand down to your covered pussy while checking to see your reaction. You shivered when you felt his fingers slowly move in the -right- leg hole of your shorts from underneath. you breathed in deeply when his rough callous pads brushed passed your puffy lips to stroke your folds, side to side. You listened to him hum close to your ear; finding out that you aren’t wearing panties.

“No panties, babe?” He mumbled, your pussy throbbing as he stroked your hole with his middle finger, teasingly. You shook your head before he slid his fingers up to rub your clit in circles. He smirked while he looked at you. Beginning to feel your slick arousal on his fingertips. “Hm. I like your honesty.” He softly chuckled, knowing that you like it.

He then moved his hand away and palmed your pussy above the fabric. You can feel a wet spot on your crotch on your shorts - the thin layer making it easier for his fingers to rub your clit and how slippery the fabric was getting while doing so. “Mm.” You softly moaned, your clit throbbing at the sensation. he leaned closer to you - his chest resting on your side, he began kissing up your neck softly. You felt the warm exhales on your neck while continued he circled your throbbing nub.

“Mmm.” You whined, feeling his lips on that one spot that makes you flutter. He form a smirk on your neck while the sounds of his soft lips smacked against your skin; distracting you. “Ren.” You whispered, sitting up properly after laying on the armrest of the couch. “What are you doing?” You asked softly, looking at him. trying not to seem turned on by his actions. his eyes glowered and he bit his bottom lip. You held your breath for a second. You saw it. And he knows you can’t get over at how attractive he is.

“you know what I’m doing.” He mumbled, now moving his hand up to caress your midsection. You tucked your lips in. “What? You don’t believe me?” He pretended to seem concerned. You slowly shook your head. He slid his hand down to your inner thigh and stroked it. Up and down. “Ma. I thought… I felt something.” He kneaded it and said, “you were…responding to my…hmm…movements?” He raised an eyebrow. You pouted. You know what he’s doing. He wants you to admit that you’re liking it. “Like, What movements?” You asked, choosing to play his game too. He snorted and asked, “Can I show you, babe ?”

You nodded. “Just watch the movie.” he mumbled. You turned back to the tv and already, he resumed rubbing your covered nub in circles. You spread your leg that’s close to his chest a bit more. he used his arm to push it close his chest for more room. “Babe.” He whispered. You turned to him and your lips met his. Both lips softly moved in tandem. The soft sounds of his lips smacking yours passionately makes you feel hot. Especially when his tongue was wrapping around yours, lovingly.

The gentle kisses went on for a while the movie played; probably missing the best parts of it too.

Renji slid his hand under one of the leg-holes of your shorts again - while his warm tongue licked around yours. “Mm..!” You squirmed, feeling his index and middle finger caress your clit, softly. Your clit throbbed relentlessly while his calloused fingers rubbed right on it. You broke the kiss and looked down at his ministrations. “Ugh.” You groaned, biting your lip as your breathed deeply. “Right here?” His middle finger rubbed it a bit quickly. You hissed and gripped his firm wrist with your dainty hand to keep it there. He applied pressure on your leg that he held back against his chest, while it trembled from the pleasure.

“Oooh.” You grunted, your head falling back on the headrest of the couch. “Oh baby..” you moaned breathlessly, feeling sparkling the fire in your stomach as started circling your hips, slowly. “Feels good, huh.” He smirked, knowing that He’s got you wrapped around his finger.

He stopped and dipped his finger into his mouth. You watched him lick his finger and brought it down to rub your clit.

You gasped and looked at him as your breath hitched; encouraging you to buck against it. His dark brown orbs pierced your eyes. The sounds of the cushions slowly creaking from your movements. “Oooh.” You voice cracked, rolling your hips in circles. Your warm arousal covered his fingertips as you grinded against it. “You’re so wet, baby.” He whispered with pure lust, spreading it around your folds.

You dainty hand held his wrist, feeling the muscles and veins move against your fingers. A specific whimpers rang his ears and he looked at you. You raised your hips to encourage him to at least put a finger inside your needy cunt. You needed something to squeeze on. “Oh.” He grinned, he slid his fingers up and down in between your slick folds and then down to your cunt. “Unh..!” your breath hitched, clearly ready for the best finger fucking from your boyfriend.

He slid them up to your clit to tease you. You attempted to look at him in the eyes, annoyed. but, now’s not the time. Your mind is too cloudy.

He kept doing that - hearing the wet sounds of your arousal slip on his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet.” He said, sliding it down to your cunt and tapping it with a finger, teasingly. You whined - wanting him to just do it already. “Okay. Okay.” He mumbled.

Soon after, two big digit slid into your needy cunt. He watched your face contort in pleasure as he inserted them in your heat. Slowly, he thrusted them halfway, in and out. Feeling your tight plush walls squeeze him, lovingly.

Moments after, the slow strokes were becoming increasingly repetitive. You pushed your hips forward to get it all the way in. He hummed, feeling your tight walls squeeze them. “Watch the movie, baby.” He teased, chuckling when you failed to shoot a glare at him. Suddenly, he dug deeper into your heat; his fingertips rubbing your that spongy spot, playfully. “Ah!” You gasped, bucking your hips up.

“Ren.” You whimpered. He hummed. “F-faster…” you pleaded, rolling your hips to meet his slow strokes. He submitted by bending his fingers and increased his pace a bit. The squelching sounds coming from your cunt echoed in the living room. “Oh baby.” You said breathlessly, grabbing his face and pulling it close to yours. “Look at you. So needy.” He smirked, apply enough pressure into his thrusts - his thumb bumping against your throbbing clit.

Your needy lips captured his own. Both lips feeding off from each other with so much want. The sounds coming from you two got louder. “Mmm.” You whimpered, getting lost in between the heated kisses as you kept on rolling your hips to meet his strokes. From the outside looking in, You imagined another “you”, watching yourself getting fingered by Renji in front of the couch - bucking your hips up over and over to meet his thrusts. Very lewd. but, it’s a promising orgasm.

Your relentless clenching on his fingers. You’re getting closer to your release. “Good girl. Like that, baby.” Hebroke the kiss, wanting to listen to your broken whimpers. He still kept your leg back pulled up closer to him with his other hand; from behind. “That’s it.” He whispered, feeling how putty you are next to him. “Ugh.” You squirmed under his hold. still holding on to his face as you now laid on the armrest of the couch. His face extremely closer to yours, he looked into your eyes, deeply. “A-ah.” You cried, twitching and listening to the sounds of the lewd ministrations.

“Hmm. Keep doing that, baby.” Feeling extremely shy at how he’s looking at you and his praises, your eyes lowered down - to watch his hard thrusts enter you, instead. Your eyebrows lifted and gasped when he bumped your g-spot. “Oh! fuck, fuck, fuck.” You cried, his fingers rubbing that spongy spot again. And again. “Mmm…Ren.” You breathed out, slowly squirting on his fingers. Your warm arousal dripped onto the couch as you bucked your hips up to feel him more. He grunted and increased his pace. “Yeah, baby. Don’t be shy.” He said, hearing the wet sounds smack against his and your skin.

Your chest heaving - getting closer to your release, your breathe hitch in his face and your walls tremble uncontrollably. “Good. Almost there, baby.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your breath hitches bounced off the walls relentlessly as your hips began to gyrate against his fingers. “just like that." His forehead touched yours. your hands moved up to his cheeks. You breathe into his mouth; you were unable form any coherent words. You kept leaking while you focused on his fingers fucking you to oblivion.

Soon after, a sensation overtook your body. A Feathery one. One that flowed through your body. Quickly making you fidget under his hold and squirt a bit more. “Ooooh.” You pushed your head up against the armrest and arched your back - releasing everything you could feel in that moment.

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You felt very putty from the orgasm. So laid just laid on the armrest.

Meanwhile, revealing more of your neck, he started to leave gentle pecks on it, while he gave you a few more thrusts. “Ugh.” You stared at the ceiling as you listened to him hum against your skin while he leaves kisses on it, gently. Moments later, He slid his fingers out. You felt the the cool air brush your pussy and your thighs. And, other places.

A throaty groan came from him. You looked down at his red ponytail before he raised his head to look at you. “So. How was the movie?” He asked, smirking in victory as he began caressing your pussy in circles. “Renji.” You softly called him, still in a daze. . “Hm.” He grinned, busy rubbing your clit. “You’re very sneaky.” You pouted, your face still looking flushed out. “I told you to jus’ watch the movie, babe.” He still kept that knowing smirk on his face. You laid in silence - contemplating what you were going to do to this man. Something evil.

He chuckled, interrupting your plans. “Wanna watch another movie then?” You rolled your eyes. “My treat~” he sang out; giving another sly smirk on his face.

Damn, he’s good at this. His game, of course.

You raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” You squinted. He laughed out loud - his head thrown back. You still squinted. He leaned closer to you and whispered, “I have hidden stash of snacks somewhere.”

“AND YET YOU CRIED ABOUT ME EATING THE LAST CHOCOLATE BAR?!” you gawked, sitting upright on your elbows - spot orgasm already left your body.

“Well sharing is caring, babe.” He chuckled at your reaction.

“I swear you’re - “

“In love with me. You are.” He cut you off. You were about to protest but he cuts you off again, “Now, make room for me.” He moved behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist, listening to you mumble about how cocky he is and something about “pineapple head” slipping in somewhere along the lines.

“We’re gonna watch the Exorcist cos’ you’re saying weird things right now.” He said, holding the remote. “I have to change my shorts!” You refused but he pulled you close to his chest. You blushed and smiled softly at the screen. Attempting to forgive him. But -

“Okay, baby?” he emphasized, selecting the movie to watch and dropping the remote behind on the couch, and then kissing your neck, playfully.

Your eye twitched.

He’s gonna pay for that.

End.

[muzansfangs]

Sweater weather.

Starring: Renji Abarai x f!reader; Aizen Sosuke, Gin Ichimaru, mention to Byakuya Kuchiki;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: angst, slight nsfw, mention to fingering, fluff, minor injuries, mention to reader being chained, abusive language, bruises, psychological manipulation, threats, sleep deprived reader, recovering, mention to reader being kidnapped, friends to lovers, struggling with feelings;

Plot: the moment he found you chained to the wall, hooded eyes puffy for the tears you had shedded for days, he realized how badly he loved you. He would have never forgiven Aizen and Gin for what they had done to you. Back to your flat in the human world, you still had some trouble moving on. The post traumatic stress disorder you were experiencing was making it hard to even rest properly. He dropped his duties as a Liutenant for visiting you, for holding you in his arms. He would have made sure to warm up your broken heart once again.

Track: Sweater Weather — The Neighbourhood: “ 'Cause it's too cold for you here and now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater".

MASTERLIST FOR THE EVENT.

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The shackles restraining your wrists for days had left some visible marks over your skin. Along with those, there were some other bruises sprinkled in various parts of your body. They had mostly healed, by now.

Wounds and ecchymosis, at some point, all fade away.

There are some other injuries, though, hard to wash away. Your soul was still shaken, your heart ached, whenever you laid down and tried to rest. You had returned home safe and sound, but your mind was still stuck in Las Noches.

Every single time you closed your eyes, memories of what had happened pestered your mind.

Their voices, Gin's laughter in particular, still echoed into your mind. In your dreams, the horror you had experienced repeated itself. It was always the same: you stared at him like a small, helpless deer waiting for the hunter to shoot it to death, as he mocked you with his cool and mocking tone of voice. Struggling, wriggling away was useless. After attempting to do it the first time, Aizen had seraphically reminded you of how stupid that decision was and how detrimental to your health it could be as well.

"If I were you, I would not do it. You see, the metal cuffs might cut onto your skin. You do not want to shed any more blood to feed Gin's sadistic side, do you?" Aizen had whispered in your ear, before gently tapping with a tissue on your left wrist.

You were too busy trembling and staring at him in fear, your throat burning for the insults you had shouted at their faces at the top of your lungs, for noticing that you had indeed injured yourself. When Aizen showed you the once immaculate tissue, you saw some crimson stains on it.

You saw your blood.

Pulling on the chains had only caused you a physical damage. From that day on, you stopped tossing and turning. Your only weapon was your tongue. Slaps and kicks were what you received in return of the despicable words you reserved to them. But you were not going to give up on your voice because you were scared of some pain.

"Where's your Prince Charming? I thought he would have sealed the Oceans to free you. Maybe he forgot about you... Or a shark has swallowed him whole! Oh, you poor thing, don't sob like that! I can always try to cheer you up, though. You are so pretty, when you drown in your sorrow. So messed up and cute!" Gin taunted you, gripping your jaw roughly and forcing you to lock eyes with him.

You were glad your vision was blurry, as your tastebuds were met with the metallic and dreadful taste of your own blood. Your lips had cracked, your head aching, as you were still trying to recover from the harsh smack you he had just delivered to you.

But your agony did not last for too long. You never lost your hope and you were so upset you had fainted in his arms, as he ran down the corridors of that palace that resembled a maze just to save you. His familiar scent, his deep and hoarse voice lowered to reassure you that no one would have hurt you anymore. Looking back at it, perhaps, you had not fainted. Your body had probably just relaxed, comfortable in the strong and tattoed arms of someone who would have never hurt you.

Renji Abarai had gone mad, when you had vanished, kidnapped by the infamous Sexta Espada right before his eyes.

The anguish of not having you around to mess with him, the weird feeling of glancing at the desk of your empty bedroom, where you spent the majority of your time, and seeing your chair pushed against wooden edge, your silhouette not occupying the seat, were enough to shatter his heart. He had to find you, he had to have you back.

Weeks of pain. The days had passed by torturously, with every dusk the list of things he missed about you had expanded notably. You were always on his mind. He did not just missed your face, laughter, or jokes. He missed your soul, the way you drove him crazy with your stupid remarks and how you scolded him for being too reckless. He missed the cute, little things no one even noticed. You were not just his friend.

He loved you. He loved you so much he had broken into your cell alone, quick to bring you back to Urahara in search for help. As you were laying down on that futon, he had been by your side all the while. You were friends, though, right?

No, no, you were not friends. You had never been friends. A friend should have not felt that away about his partner in crime. Missing a friend could bring saddness and nostalgia and he knew that feeling.

When it came to you, though, it was not just that. Missing you felt like dying of starvation, breathing in air, but not oxygen. You were his whole damn world.

When he had heard you had physically recovered, but you were reduced to your shadow self, he had not even bothered making up an excuse to his stolid Captain. He dropped out of the Soul Society, his only goal seeing your face again and holding you close to his chest for real this time. He wanted you to feel loved, he needed you to look into his eyes, when he held you close to him.

You were sprawled over your sofa, only an oversized sweater covering your body. Another sleepless night, another day tormented by Gin's grin and Aizen's brown eyes. To anyone that asked you how you were doing, you always returned vague answers on how you were gradually recovering. It was true, indeed, but not the entire truth. Struggling to sleep because you kept on seeing your abusers's faces over and over again was draining.

When the door bell rang, you furrowed your brows. Who could it be now?

Aizen Sosuke. Gin Ichimaru. Panic.

You sat up straight, eyes rounded for a split second, before you squeezed them shut and took your head between your hands to calm down. They were not there, right? They were far away from you, they were in Hueco Mundo. Or so you thought. No, they had to be there. You were overthinking, it was not good. You were about to explode, when a deep and familiar voice pierced your ears and swept the ghosts haunting you away from your tormented mind.

"Y/N it's me. It's Renji".

A small and tired smile graced your lips, as you walked up to the front door, your eyes locking with the warm brown chocolate ones of your best friend, when you opened the door. He was there, he had come to visit you. You had no idea of how deeply you had missed him, until you broke down in tears and buried your face into his chest. His strong arms wrapped around your waist made the ice sheet enveloping your heart melt away.

Stumbling inside, Renji closed the door behind you two with a foot and rested his chin on top of your head.

"Stay. Please, stay" you feebly asked him, sniffing pathetically while you tried to wipe the tears off of your face with the back of your hand.

"You absolute idiot, of course I'm staying" he softly said, his calloused hands sliding down your back, to your waist and hooking underneath your thighs to pick you up. Thus prompted you to wrap your legs tightly around his hips, allowing the red-haired shinigami to have a firm grip on you.

The short-tempered Liutenant walked down the corridor and entered your bedroom, climbing onto the bed and gently laying you down on your back. You were so fragile in his arms, so small compared to him that you wished you could just vanish into his strong arms.

"How are you?" Renji finally asked you in a tone that did not accept replies or lies of any sort.

You did not want to make him worried more than he had already been and still was, but you did not have much of a choice. You had to answer him, you had to tell him the truth.

"Whenever I try to sleep, or a sudden noise startles me, it's like being back to Hueco Mundo. I still hear Gin's mocking laughter, or see Sosuke's sharp eyes penetrating my brain in search for my weaknesses" you whispered, closing your eyes as Renji's large hand cupped your cheek to provide you some kind of comfort.

Sometimes he wished you had not been involved with that story. He would have never wanted you to get hurt, to suffer.

Some strands of his long red hair fell over your face, tickling the tip of your nose and your chin. You could swear you had seen his jaw tense for a second, but then he relaxed and craddled you in his arms. He buried his face onto the crook of your neck, his hot breath making you feel safe like you had never felt before.

"It’s my fault. I should have brought you with me to the Soul Society” he then said, your eyebrows knitting questioningly at his statement.

“What? How—” you interjected, only for him to shake his head and press his forehead against yours. There was sorrow dusting his usually fiery eyes and it was enough for you to let go of whatever you were trying to say. Talking was not a good idea, overall.

And Renji knew it too.

It happened naturally, your lips pulling him in like a magnet, compelling him to taste you eagerly, to find relief and secure the acquittal of his guilty coscience in that kiss. He loved you, his joy depended on yours. And when he found no resistance in you, when he hovered over your frame carefully not to crash your body with his, when you allowed him to gently lead you towards a sensual and blissful climax with his fingers, he knew you felt it too.

Labored breath, sweaty body, in a daze and finally safe from the monsters under your bed, you lulled yourself into sleep with your head resting onto his firm chest. He would have never let you alone anymore.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! You have no idea for how long this have been laying in my drafts. I seriously need to finish up those fics for my event or I won’t be able to host a new one 😫

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little scrap! As per usual, likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Until next,

X O X O

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