#Pretty boy! Ichigo

[nunezs-stuff]

Ichigo and kianna

Gift for @strawberrypasteljuice

[lamnwar]

Y'all are telling me this is not just Kise cosplaying Ichigo 🤨🤨🤨

[mey-rin-is-fabulous]

Just finished episode 30 of Bleach and now now Ichigo and Renji you're both pretty.

[technoskates]

watching blue lock cuz the intensity of the premise seemed kinda funny to me and boy i was right like not bad mouthing it or anything its just like its.. it acts like the stakes are SO HIGH for soccer prison games its so funny to me it is entertaining but its also like intensity over nothing like taking a potato chip and eating it

[satkru]

Requesting headcanons (as NSFW as you want) for Kon being put inside Ichigo's body to sort of babysit caked up Male!R (he's 18, but not a soul reaper or fullbringer or anything. Only power is a massive booty & a pretty face ;P) while Ichigo & the others go on some mission.

And Ichigo is packing heavy ;)

*๑♡՞ . big booty m reader , cursing , if u really think abt it this could be considered cheating but idk , riding , doggy style , bigdickdaddy27 in the building , "u swan he frog" dynamic

p.s . am i going to be known as the writer who makes big booty m reader posts after this ,,, ALSO I NOTICED THIS SO LATE BUT I MADE THIS INTO A FIC INSTEAD OF A HC POST AGHHHH IM DYING OF EMBARRASSMENT

"my boyfriends coming over to hang out alright? dont make it so obvious that im not in my body or else i'll kick your ass when i come back" ichigo's words echoed loudly through kon's head. 'pfft, im a great impersonator, ichigo doesnt know what hes talking about'. kon grumbled, upset that kurosaki could ever doubt his abilities to copy other people's actions.

"ichigoo! y/n's here to see youu!" yuzu's voice sung, the door widened as she pushed the door more open for the boy beside her to enter the room. kon hummed, "thanks yuzu" he said as he turned his attention back to the phone in his hand. "hi baby" a voice as soft as silk called out, grabbing kon's attention once again. 'holy shit' kon couldnt believe the sight in front of him. a gorgeous and equally handsome man stood at the foot of his bed, his face could only be described as perfection and his body.. goddamn

'ichigo didnt warn me his boyfriend would be an incredible hottie!!' kon screeched in his mind, blown away by the perfection his eyes laid on, his face was flushed a deep red and his body felt hot and tingly. "h-hey y/n.." kon muttered, his eyes quickly shifting side to side. y/n chuckled as he saw his reaction, slowly walking his way toward him and plopping himself beside the man. his arms reaching around and pulling him into a tight side embrace, "soo? what have you been up to handsome?" y/n cooed, grabbing kon's chin to look at him.

kon's face deepened in his cherry color, "uh,, uhh,, nothing..?" he sputtered out, trying to find a response to the total babe beside him, "is that so?" y/n teasingly asked, his finger trailing down from kon's chin down his neck and to his chest. "yeah,, yeah thats about it" kon coughed out, turning his gaze back to his phone. y/n hummed, clearly wanting their conversation to last longer.

"so.. uh.. what have u been doing..?" kon nervously asked, averting his gaze from his friend's perfect boyfriend, y/n sighed dramatically before going on a rant about how his day was going and how his day yesterday went, which would bore the real ichigo out of his mind but kon stayed alert during y/n's rant, taking in every ounce of info his pretty lips were spilling out.

kon's attention didnt only go to y/n's words, but also to his delicate face, his soft but also sweet features made kon think about how precious his face would look smashed into the pillow— "ichigo? are you listening?" kon's mind stopped racing, turning his attention to the gorgeous man in front of him. "uhh, yeah, yeah i was listening" kon sheepishly scratched the nap of his neck, diverting his attention once again.

"your mind has been wandering hasnt it?" y/n chuckled as he watched kon stiffen, he had been caught and he knew it. "well.. maybe..?" kon nervously accepted the thought of y/n finally catching him in his thoughts, he was way more observant than kon could ever think to be.

y/n's gentle giggle rung in kon's head, "thats good, cause i brought a surprise for you tonight" kon's mind returned to its nervous mess, ichigo was sure to kill kon when he got back if he knew that he got a present that was meant for him. "i-is that so?" kon asked with a bit of fear in his voice, y/n just took off his shirt and began stripping his lower half to show ichigo a deep red and incredibly skimpy set of lingerie.

kon's mind basically shut down at that point, overcome by pure lustful intentions. fuck, how could he possibly turn down this opportunity? a beautiful man who you barely know casually shows off his lingerie set to you that caresses his curves ever so perfectly and shows off where it counts and you expect him to deny this?? absolutely absurd

"its your favorite" y/n gently said, focused on his tone and how it would affect the man in front of him. kon couldnt possibly escape from this situation, not with the rock hard on he had in his pants anyways. y/n reached down and placed his hand on top of ichigo's hard cock, trailing his hand up and down. kon quickly hopped off the bed and began to undo his pants, "lay down baby" he quickly muttered as he pushed his pants and boxers off.

y/n giggled as he swiftly placed himself head down and ass up, kon couldnt stand watching such a beautiful sight and jumped onto the bed, spitting on his hand and spreading his spit around his cock. he then placed his hands on y/n's hips and positioned himself to his entrance, and with one deep breath, kon plunged himself deep into y/n.

the feeling was incredible to say the least, tight and warm walls clasped his dick, kon could barely see straight, only being able to see visions of him railing y/n over and over until he finally got pregnant with his ichigo's kids. "youre so tight y/n" kon breathlessly said, his grip on y/n's hips tightening every twitch his cock produced.

"you say that every time ichigo" y/n said with a giggle, kon's brain was already melting but the pure and angelic voice of ichigo's boyfriend made the melting-process speed up even faster. curses were ringing through his head, every tiny movement from him felt like another surge of pleasure through his body. "cmonn ichigoo! im all ready for you" y/n sang, wiggling his ass teasingly.

y/n's words shot through kon's entire body, causing him to thrust himself more into y/n's hole out of instinct. moans erupted through both sides, the warmth of each other within their bodies filling them up with lust. kon could barely keep his movements straight, his thrusts were spaced out by seconds and his breathing was heavy and hot.

finally, kon collected himself enough to actually thrust inside y/n, his cock buried itself deep within his insides. y/n writhed and squirmed underneath kon, the feeling of being so filled up just by one meaty cock sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout his entire body.

it felt as if kon couldnt even control ichigo's body itself, as his hips thrusted deeper within y/n without him noticing. almost as if ichigo was controlling his own body even with his distance. the harsh thrusts were out of pure instinct on kurosaki's part, the need to be fully inside the man below him shattered any chance of any other thoughts sneaking their way inside kon's head.

kon could do nothing else but throw his head back in pure pleasure, letting out hungry and desperate moans as he felt himself losing more control of the body he had. at that point he could care less of ichigo came back with the intention to exterminate him and everything he had to live for, as he was far too gone to even remember about what he was supposed to be doing.

ichigo's thrusts became faster and more vulgar, the threat of release crawled up his body like rising water. "kuro..! oh god im gonna cum!" y/n cried out, his insides tightening around ichigo's already-leaking cock. "cum for me pretty boy, cum all over my cock" kon whispered inside y/n's ear, not only was ichigo's voice good for yelling at idiots, it was also good for encouraging sweet babes into cumming for him.

y/n's grip on kurosaki's sheets tightened, his knuckles almost turning white as he reached closer to his climax. kon saw this and started to speed up his thrusts even more, causing y/n to finally release his load onto ichigo's blanket. kon was not too far behind, the knot in his stomach loosened every thrust he gave to y/n.

with one swift thrust, kon finally came inside y/n, his warm and thick release trickled down the boy's insides and began to overflow, causing some to leak out of y/n's loose hole. the two stayed in their position for some time, catching their breaths in the humid room. "that was great baby, lets go wash—" "who said we were done?" y/n retorted, still breathless from the situation that just occurred.

kon's eyes widened and his face flushed once again, "im not too sure we should continue.." he sheepishly said, knowing if he continued to go on with this ichigo was surely going to kick his ass straight to the moon. "if youre worried that you cant perform anymore, just lay back and let me do what i do best" y/n said with a wink, he knew how to push ichigo's buttons but he also knew how to push kon's buttons without even realizing it.

"well.. i guess we can do this one more time" kon sensed his impending doom but at least he wouldnt go out a virgin, amiright? y/n's teasing smirk whisked its way onto his face, he slowly pulled himself off of ichigo's cock, making sure to pull out in a teasingly slow pace.

kon groaned softly as he saw the scene unfold in front of him, the pop that came after was absolutely to die for. "lay down baby" y/n softly commanded, but kon was listening like a diehard soldier who was ready to put his life on the line for a whole cake. y/n giggled as he then crawled on top of him, sweat slowly dripping down from their foreheads and bodies, the humid atmosphere helping with the excessive sweating.

y/n watched has kon shifted under him, a mix of uncomfortablness and maybe even a slight hint of fear was plastered onto ichigo's face, but his eyes held pure sexual intentions and an extreme amount of lust, that was enough for y/n to position himself above ichigo's cock, just so where his tip was at the entrance of his already leaking hole.

kon felt ichigo's cum drip down from y/n's hole onto the head of his cock. "fuck, please just ride me already y/n" kon pleaded, he was chasing a fleeting feeling of ecstasy and he so desperately wanted to have it in his grasp once again. y/m chuckled as he watched a desperate ichigo writhe under him, the almighty and pride driven man had now been reduced to a hole-drunk manslut.

"if you say so" y/n cooed as he began to lower himself onto ichigo's cock, the tip of it immediately caught onto y/n's rim, kon couldnt help but moan and throw an arm over his face, ashamed of himself for ruining ichigos image in his own sex-life. but the feeling of being balls deep in such a babe was something kon thought everyone should experience!

y/n felt as ichigo's cock continued to bury itself deep within him, traveling its way through his tight and narrow walls, finally reaching a deep enough point to where it could be seen in the naked eye in the stomach of y/n. the outline of such a large and girthy cock truly caught kon's eye through a sliver of sight underneath the forearm of ichigo.

y/n just chuckled as he then began to bounce himself on ichigo's fat cock, every bulging vein of his making itself known in y/n's insides. kon pressed his head deeper into the pillow, the pleasure in his lower abdomen was swallowing him up whole with nothing else to spare. "so tight.." kon chanted to himself, the repeated bouncing of y/n was truly hypnotic to him.

the modified soul gripped onto the sheets with dear life, his fingernails dug into the palm of his hand and kon couldnt help but bite down on his lower lip to try to silence the loud noises coming from the back of his throat. y/n looked down at him, eyes cloudy with so many emotions but the most prominent ones being pleased and joyous of the fact that he finally took down ichigo from his high throne.

every plap felt like it was taking a piece of kon's soul, surely after this ichigo would look like a shriveled up piece of fish. "are you liking this baby?" y/n asked teasingly, his face entirely filled with smugness, "loving it!" kon choked out before quickly sealing his lips again, careful not to let out anymore deafening groans and moans. y/n's breath was beginning to grow heavy, his cheeks were flushed a deep red and his mouth was swung open, letting out his own set of pleasure-striken moans.

"youre so hot y/n, god i need you every second of the day..!" kon spoke out, his future self could handle his punishment but present-kon couldnt keep his mouth shut anymore, words filled with pure lust and a tad touch of love spilled out of his mouth like a waterfall, and y/n was loving it. so much so that it brought him closer and closer to his release.

finally, y/n moaned out his last release of the night, cum spilled itself all over ichigo's abs and lower chest, kon was right behind him, with one helpful thrust, he felt his entire soul be sucked out through the help of y/n's hole. kon breathed heavily, his head still spinning from the initial surge of pleasure that ran through his body. y/n plopped himself beside him, resting his head on ichigo's shoulder as he slowly drifted off.

"you bastard" a cryptic and deep voice called, kon stiffened but slowly turned his gaze towards something that could only be described as an angry bull. "ichigo please, hes sleeping right no—" the REAL ichigo shook kon's shoulders as hard as he could.

"YOU SLEPT WITH MY BOYFRIEND?? I'LL RIP YOU TO SHREDS" he screamed, angry building up in every part of ichigo's body. kon quickly shifted his eyes to the dark haired female beside kurosaki, "rukia—" "cant help you" she dismissively said, a look of maliciousness covering her entire face.

kon was so incredibly doomed..

[rinsnumber1fan]

yournumber1fan!!!

i just wanted to say that i recently discovered your blog and i love it so much omfg. (UNDERRATED)

will you mind doing a request where rin goes to the beach with you and sees you in a 👙??

i think it’ll be very cute especially since it’s getting hotter haha

LOVE YOUU AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF

When Rin sees you in a swimsuit.

[Established relationship] [very chaotic] [suggestive] [featuring other blue lock men] [beach episode]

Rin seriously didn't want to go but after you gave him those pretty puppy eyes who was he to refuse? Rin had this free reservation to a beach given to him by Ego as a gift for their hard work in blue lock. They could invite any one other person if they'd like and obviously you chose to be that person.

The driver finally stopped by the beach and the traditional Japanese House styled Inn at the beach. He could already recognize his idiot friends who had taken up the offer to go to the beach. Bachira, isagi, chigiri, kunigami... and igaguri.

You were still in a baggy shirt, you decided to change your swimsuit when you get in the inn. "THAT RIDE WAS SO LONG" You said loudly whilst stretching, rin swore his eardrums burst. He mentally prepared himself for the chaos and he got out rhe car, being a gentleman, opened the door for you too. You got out and ran in the fresh air, with a mouth wide open, "the beach..." you said, a bag over your shoulder which you threw at the security gaurd that kept it inside the Inn you had booked. Isagi recognized rin, and ran over to him. "RINNN!!!" He jumped at him with bachira but rin just turned so that isagi could fall down with bachira over his ass. "Ohhhhh~ rin-chan, who's this? Your girlfriend?" Bachira grinned, glancing at you as you tilted your head. Isagi was dying with bachiras weight over him. You shot him a smile while rin scowled "don't even breath towards her." He said. "Ugh, you're soo dramatic. I'm y/n l/n! I'm rin's girlfriend" and so bachira introduced himself.

You swore you heard a dog screaming.

It's shidou ryusei. He runs around while biting some random dude, and he also had a fish in his mouth. He glances at you, Your eyes meet.. "A WOMAN?!" A certain blonde haired, dark blue streaked, tanned man yelled. Running towards you at full speed.

"Huh- wait- what!? AHHHHG" rin just stood there "HEY?? HELLO?? MAN OF THE HOUSE!?? DO SOMETHING!!!--" As soon as shidou ran at light speed towards you, rin smacked him in the head he went flying back into his mother's womb. "There." Rin sighed, bachira grinned, "that was so Romantic" meanwhile isagi groaned "BACHIRA GET OFF OF ME"

"No girls...?" You pouted and rin scowled, "They're all bacically girls." Chigiri showed up, hair open and all, pretty pink hair. "What's up with the noise? Shidou was about to get arrested just now. Heard he ate a man's arm thinking it was fish." You paused, he paused.

"A WOMAN?!" you both said in unison.

"Chigiri is a boy" a certain ichigo looking muscular man said from behind you. "I'm kunigami." "You're a boy?!" The pink head noded "yeah. Sorry to dissapoint."

"I mean you're pretty much a girl!" Chigiri blinks, "what-" you dragged him away. "I'll be back rin! Need some help with chigiri-san~" you said in a sing song voice. Rin just wanted to go home.

You dragged chigiri away to the Inn whilst giving a brief introduction of yourself. "I'm y/n l/n I'm actually gonna wear a swimsuit, and I bought a few just don't know what to wear. I know you're a guy but," you sighed, "you're the best I've got." Chigiri frowned "Okay fine, I'll help. I know a bit about swimsuits because I've got a sister." He told you and then you took him into the room you placed all your stuff. You unpacked your swimsuits, there were three options.

"I've got black, I've got white." You pulled them out and showed them to chigiri "and a red one." You grinned, "what do you think?" They were all... bacically strings. Chigiri blinks, but he decides to actually look through it. He sees through your white one and the black one first "white makes you look innocent." You hummed. "Black makes you look more defined" you titled your head,he's a bit too good "and red feels... slutty, sexy?" He titled his head. You grinned, "RED IT IS!!"

You threw chigiri out your room and changed into the swimsuit which perfectly admired your figure. "Alrighty~ how do i look?" You smiled, glancing at chigiri who's cheeks turned pink. "You know, even if i look like a girl I'm still a guy." He said, "Huh? So..? I know that " he groaned "so dont ask me for swim suit recommendations!!" He ran out. You decided to walk out the inn after him.

"Chigiri wait!!" You stopped outside when the hot sun rays hit your skin, you glanced around, where did he go-

You turned to your left. A very still and frozen figure stares at you. Rin pauses, "Wh.. what." He quickly takes his shirt off, revealing those tones pretty abs and tosses it over your head "You can't just wear something like that??? Put this on!!" He panics. You freeze too, he's shirtless now. "Yeah well you're shirtless too!!" "There's no women here??" "I AM A WOMAN" "YOU DONT COUNT!!"

"Ugh forget it. I need to look for chigiri he got mad at me" You threw his shirt back over his head. He frowns, "hey don't ignore me!!" But you ran off to find chigiri.

Rin gulped, you didn't realize how well your tits bounced when you ran.

He wanted to truly die.

He heard shidou whistle and otoya wailing. "If you two even look at her, I'll make sure you die in a ditch where no one will ever find you except for hungry dogs that haven't eaten in days so that they don't leave a single piece of your flesh in existence and make you disintegrate before it's your time to decompose."

Shidou and otoya just blinked. "Threatening." Shidou said, otoya noded.

He found you sulking in the backside of the inn. "What's wrong?" He sat down next to you. "There's no women here." You said Rin sighed lightly, he pressed his lips on your cheek. "Not my damn problem." "RIN?!" "just kidding." He pats your head.

"So you won't wear my shirt over it?" Rin asked pushing his hair to his side as he stares into your soul. "What's the point? When I'm hard everyone can see it anyway-" "what." "Just kidddingggggg~" you kissed his cheek. "I don't like when other men see you" rin admitted "it feels like they're looking at something I should only be allowed to look at." He described "Maybe I sound possessive or jealous or whatever the fuck but," he breathed in stares at you through his teal eyes, "I want to be the only one to see you like that." He pushed a hair strands away from your face to your ear. Your cheeks were beyond red at this point. "FINEEEE only if you buy me whatever i want from the store" you pointed at the store nearby. Rin nods "I'd do that anyway" He passes you his shirt again.

THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE OMG THANK U FOR THIS REQQQ UGH I LOVE YOU AND PLS TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES !!! DRINK WATER GOISSS

[angelkiyo]

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who was struggling with his english course and had his professor recommend you; the pretty smart good girl who was at the top of her classes. he didn’t know what to expect. he’s seen you at the front of the class, coming early every lecture. you have a pretty face and was a fucking know-it-all, having him think he’ll be annoyed. however, even though you wore the baggiest clothes imaginable, he felt his eyes entranced simply at the way your hips swayed every time you walked and composed yourself.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, whose ego got the best of him, showing you his prideful smile. you were gentle. too gentle, with your thoughtful explanations to him, even if he was a little stupid compared to you. he was practically wrapped around your finger due to your actions, demeanor, and the fact that he’s passed every test since you’ve started tutoring him. your utter kindness was alluring, speaking ever so softly to him like he didn’t terrorize rushees and the the way you softly said his name drove him insane.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who fakes being confused in order for you to lean closer and explain it. the smirk on his face when he “suddenly gets it” is a dead giveaway, making you giggle, “ohhh, so that’s what you mean. guess i need you to repeat that… one more time, though”. he suggests studying at the frat house for fun. he slightly impressed you when he was able to do a keg stand while you were teaching him something — answering your questions about your lecture excellently. his bros eventually caught wind of his certain fondness for you and teasingly called him a ‘nerd by association’.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who once he began trying to flirt with you, invites you to every party his house hosted. he stays by your side for almost the entirety of the party, with the only time he doesn’t, he tries to impress you with push-up contests or drinking games. he “accidentally” bumps into you on campus, making a big deal on you being “the best fuckin tutor at this school”, earning amused looks from your friends and causing them to leave you.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who gets jealous easily (even though you’re not dating). who sees you casually tutoring somebody else in the library and texts you saying he needs “help. urgent. right now”. and when he does see you, he just happened to see you in the library with somebody else, “teach, you got other students now? i thought i was your favorite” (insert teasing sad face). when in secret, he’d stare daggers at whoever you were tutoring, especially if they smiled at you too much.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who, once he does (surprisingly) ask you out, he shows you off at every party, arm around your waist and chin brushing your shoulder. you don’t need to ask, he’ll give you his fraternity jacket and sweatshirts to wear to your classes and on campus (purposely sprays a shit ton of cologne for his signature scent to be noticeable). he may be very much of a brute to others in his frat, especially in parties with his winning streak in drinking games—but he would be a complete dunce when it comes to romance. he asks his friend from high school, ulquiorra on what to get a girl (who also doesn’t know) which causes him to ask ichigo, who starts making fun of him. overall, to you, it’s the effort that counts.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. frat boy! grimmjow, who likes for you to still tutor him every now and then, even for random classes such as his stats class. he takes enjoyment at the obvious closeness you two have and encourages study dates, only to take you from behind in the library. he enjoys the idea of getting caught with you as you take his cock quietly but surely in a secluded part of the library, enamored with the way you could be so quiet and nerdy yet so alluring. luckily for the both of you, you’re friends with the librarian who lets you borrow the keys for the closet. (if not, he also is into the idea of playing a game where either one of you strip if he gets an answer right).

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lowk wanna indulge more into this but idk … “requests are open!!” i scream as i get taken back into my cell

nsfw ver

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hello! Could I pretty please request Byakuya, Ichigo and Grimmjow reactions to pictures of their s/o modeling in swimsuits or lingerie?

He appreciates that modern swimwear is very revealing, but must yours be so revealing? Granted, he is just grateful it is not as scandalous as Rangiku’s or Yoruichi’s swimwear. However, if he knew that you would be out in public with the others he would have requested you do your ‘beach day’ at the Kuchiki private beach (which does not exist until he buys it just so other men don’t ogle you). Will not react to the photo outright, as he is a noble, but will keep it in a secret folder on his phone for...safe keeping.

Everyone forgets that Ichigo is still just a high school boy at the end of the day. So if his partner send him a picture of them in swimwear that they wanted to buy for their beach day, he would get an immediate nose bleed. Texts back :what the hell are you doing to me???: but will eventually admit that he does like it, that they look good in it, and they should get it. Calms down by the time the beach day rolls around through ‘exposure therapy’ of looking at the picture a lot.

Oh, he would full on kitty cat growl, maybe even purr, if they sent him a pic. Possessive as Grimmjow is, he teeters between pride of ‘yeah, that’s my hot s/o’ and barking at anyone that looks at them. He wants them to buy the swimwear but then wear it around their place just for him. He doesn’t like the water anyway, so he’s fine with skipping the beach.

[nunezs-stuff]

I have a random moodboard request, a friendship between Ichigo and Kianna if they went to the same college in my au, you can choose the theme and aesthetics 😁

Ichigo and kianna

[gallusrostromegalus]

Do you have any plans for what happens with Urahara's shop once Aizen is dealt with? I mostly ask cus the other day I binged the AIEWAM tag, then had a dream about the Shinigami using it as a base of operations in Karakura. I don't know if that is likely, or plausible, but it was fun to picture random shinigami doing customer service.

No that's more or less what happens to it!

After Aizen is dealt with, Urahara is facing some pretty significant personal problems: his rejection by the 12th division, being pregnant with his first child (and Yoruichi's nervous breakdown of impending parenthood) and Nihofornia's National Tax Agency finally catching up to him. As a shinigami, Urahara is aware of the many ways to shimmy around death, but there is no certainty like Taxes.

It's Don Kanonji, the most reasonable and level-headed adult in the whole damn fic, who proposes the solution: between his careers of swimsuit model, UN Translator, exorcist and fashion designer, Don is also a Certified Accountant. After going over she shoebox full of miscellaneous receipts and assorted Papers That Might Be Important, Don negotiates a deal with the tax agency around Kisuke's dubious status as a citizen and even more dubious bookkeeping: kisuke will sell the business to someone with a real social security number and pay up a large percentage of the staggering amount of money he owes in exchange for being allowed to rent the building from the new owners and continue his path to legitimate citizenship and no further financial chicanery.

"Okay, but who's going to pony up the cash? I don't have that kind of money!" Kisuke wails, fully in the grip of second-trimester hormone swings.

"Urahara-san. Kisuke. Sandalhat. Buddy. Pal." Ichigo's classmate Keigo sighs, fondly patting the man on the shoulders as he sat down on the couch beside Urahara. "We're friends, right?"

"We're people who know each other's home addresses." Kisuke sniffles.

"Close enough!" Mizuiro waves, sitting down on Urahara's other side. "-and you're former second division, real cloak-and-dagger stuff. So you know that sometimes it's best to not ask so many questions, right?"

Kisuke frowned with growing suspicion. "I might have been..."

"Great! All you need to do is make Tessai clean out the garage, turn the paperwork over to me and Mizuiro, keep an ear on the line to soul society, and focus on getting this place ready for your little bundle of joy-" Keigo smiled, gesturing around the decidedly bachelor padded living room.

"-and don't worry about where this came from!" Mizuiro chirped happily, hefting a large briefcase onto the table with a loud thud that popped open the lid, revealing a frankly alarming amount of cash inside.

"I'm worrying." Kisuke grimaced.

"We very specifically requested the opposite of that." Keigo pouted.

"That's at least thirty grand in there." Don remarked with a casual glance at the carefully packed but decidedly used bills inside.

"There is Thirty-one thousand, two hundred seventy-eight point oh-six Troyen, which is exactly two and a half times this shop's discretionary income last year, and a very generous price for the business!" Mizuiro beamed.

"Why can't you guys use a normal currency like Kan?" Kisuke pouted, trying to do conversion rates in his head.

"Well for one thing, fiat currency is a hell of a lot better than anything based on the value of rice." Keigo nodded. "Though it is kinda stupid that we didn't update the name after we went off the gold standard during world war three."

"There was a third world war?" Kisuke yelped.

"A cold one, back in the eighties. You didn't notice were busy making sure Isshin and Masaki Kurosaki didn't implode." Tessai called from the kitchen.

"Oh." Urahra mumbled.

"Look, it's really quite simple- you'll go on basically as you have been with the candy shop-" Mizuiro smiled with the soothing demeanor of an unexpected adder. "-only I'll be your landlord and Keigo will be your manager!"

Urahra stared blankly at the boys, then looked up at Don Kanonji, who was reading over the contents of the file folder Mizuiro had handed him when the boys came in. "...That can't possibly be legal, right?"

"Hm?" Don hummed, looking up over his glasses. "Oh, yes. The government would really prefer a check but cash is perfectly legal tender to settle all debts with."

"But they're kids!" Kisuke gestured hysterically between them.

"Okay, Mizuiro might be babyfaced but he turned eighteen last spring and I'll be an adult by the time we turn in all this paperwork in April." Keigo groaned.

"And- and this is clearly Mob Money!" Urahara continued, waving at the briefcase of cash.

"Mister Urahara! I would NEVER-!" Mizuiro gasped with great offense. "I'll have you know all this money came from Perfectly Legitimate Enterprises!" He sniffed, arms crossed and lip pouting.

"That's the name of the Mobile Tech Support business Mizu and I have been running since freshman year!" Keigo beamed. "Makes a good packet, you wouldn't believe the kind of tips the old biddies will give a Nice Young Man in a Smart Uniform who scrapes malware off her online mahjong machine!"

Urahara stared at them blankly, gaze slowly tipping down to the briefcase full of money. "I should learn how to use living world computers."

"NO." Every single person in the building, including the shop kids and Ichigo, who had been passed out under the table after training, but was stirred to consciousness by an impending sense of danger before passing out again.

"Killjoys." Urahra muttered, sulking under his hat.

"Regardless, its a perfectly legal and honestly very generous offer for this heap, and as your financial advisor, I urge you to take it." Don Kanonji glared over his glasses at Urahara.

"So what, you boys get a cut of the candy money and rent? Cause that ain't much of a savvy deal on your end. This place runs at a debt."

"Oh no, you can keep the candy revenue and I'll only ask for enough rent to cover utilities." Mizuiro smiled. "What we want is a cut of your commission as a licensed Gotei-13 outlet contractor!"

"...But I'm not a contractor?" Urahara blinked.

"...Do you just. Not read things before you sign them?" Keigo glared.

"Yeah, you're not just in hock to the NTA, the Soul Revenue Service is after you too for running a fake Gotei-13 service center, and bailing on a century's worth of filings by faking your death." Mizuiro frowned at him with concern. "So e of those papers you signed when you resumed your identity and job as captain- however briefly were the result of Captain Kyoraku cutting you one HELL of a parole deal with the SRS, but the agreement was that Urahara Shoten would be the base of operations for ALL the shinigami operating in Karakura, under the direct supervision and control of the Gotei-13 and he sure wasn't stingy with the budget he gave you! Well. The budget he gave me and Keigo to spend since I'd be the property owner and Keigo would be the business owner."

"Aaaand since you also signed the soul society official secrets agreement, it's not like you can ask someone else to buy you out from the NTA, so not only are we your best offer, we're your ONLY offer!" Keigo grinned.

Urahra stared at them blankly. "You've set me up." He mumbled.

"You sent yourself up for this when you failed to do your due diligence when signing contracts." Don Kanonji corrected him, pulling some documents out of the folder and signing them, before pushing them across the table. "Please actually read these before you si- you've already signed them." Don Kanonji groaned as Urahara slapped the pen back down on the table with spite.

"Fine, fine- I guess I'm back to following orders instead of giving them. What do you want, Boss?" He glared at Keigo.

"Put your feet up and finish putting together that gift list for the baby shower." Keigo nodded. "We weren't kidding that your first priority is getting this place ready for baby... Does it have a name yet?"

"...No." Kisuke wilted despondently. "Yoruichi still isn't answering my texts!"

"Hm." Keigo nodded. "Okay, put your feet up, finish that baby shower list and think of a name for the little rugrat. Just leave the rest to us for now!"

"You guys are good kids." Kisuke smiled weakly.

"Would you be willing to make a sworn statement to that effect, so we can have it on file for any future HR disputes?" Mizuiro smiled.

"Absolutely goddamn not." Kisuke glared.

[jeizet]

Orihime is a menace (she is not fully aware of it)

And poor Ichigo is just a boy (and his bestie is criminally pretty)

Reference to my other drawing

[lightning-wyvern]

i couldnt see the character list post, so i hope you write for ichigo but can i request a subtop ichigo x dombottom amab reader fic? 🫶🏻

im so sorry i didnt get this out earlier, ive been having so much trouble with internet and LIFE lately honestly.. but ive got a couple days of free time now so heres this~!

~ good boy

you yawned, stretching and looking over to your left. your fiancé, ichigo kurosaki, was sitting on the edge of the bed looking up at the screen of the tv that was attached to your shared bedroom wall. he was completely focused on a practice session against ai players in a new video game you'd bought him- he had the tip of his tongue out between his right canines... it was adorable.

you grinned, crawling over to his side. you sat down next to him, your thigh touching his, and wrapped your arms around his waist. he had a tiny little mess-up in his game, and he growled, looking over at you and pouting. you grinned, looking up at him with the most innocent puppy eyes you could muster.

"what's up, m/n?" he asked, "you messed me up in my game, that usually means you're up to something~"

"you caught me~" you grinned, nuzzling into his neck with your nose and whispering, "i need some dick."

ichigo grinned. he looked over at his game and closed the session, getting up and tossing the controller onto the entertainment stand underneath where the tv was mounted. then he turned around and looked at you, grinning even wider and walking toward you, yanking his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the ground as he walked. he pounced on you and immediately rolled over onto his back with you in his arms. he cupped your face with both hands and pulled you close enough that your nose touched his.

"come get some, then." he taunted.

*time skip cus im not good at writing smut buildups*

ichigo nuzzled into your neck as he rammed into you with full force- just as you had asked. he grinned like an animal in response to a particularly loud moan you let out. he responded by dragging his tongue across your throat.

then bit down pretty fucking hard, and the sound that came out of your mouth did nothing but egg him on.

"i-ichigo-" you growled, dragging your fingers through his hair and pulling as you all but whined, "harder-"

ichigo let out a little whine of his own, wrapping his arms around your waist and slightly changing his angle, then indulged in what you had requested of him, adding his own fun little detail. he closed his hand into a fist and pressed his knuckles into your gut, right between your hip bones. your hole tightened involuntarily around him in response to this little teasing bit, and your eyes rolled up into your head, your chest now positively heaving with every sound you made.

ichigo's mouth attached to your neck again, right up next to your jaw. he eventually removed his fist from your gut and wrapped that arm back around your waist, using both arms to hug you right as he continued obediently frying your brains with his dick. you weakly wrapped your legs around his waist, your nails scraping down his shoulder blades with every thrust.

"ich-ichigo.." you whimpered weakly.

"yeah?" he growled into your ear.

"good boy..." you whispered.

he grinned.

[sevynavenue]

ᰔᩚಎ — 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋

— ໒person on da block꒱‎ ‎‎‎‎ichigo kurosaki ೀ you weren't a big fan of rock, but maybe being dragged to a rock concert and after party isn't too bad !

— ໒including package꒱‎ ೀ rockstar! ichigo, ichigo is kind of a mean dom, spanking, degrading (slut, whore, etc...), pet names (baby, pretty, etc...), ichigo is kind of obsessed idk, unprotected sex (wrap for you tap kids), fat dick ichigo, daddy kink, fingering, creampie, implied use of alcohol, hair pulling, spit kink !

You weren’t a big fan of rock music, but your best friend loved it; her favorite band was coming to town, and she was a certified groupie. You didn’t want to leave her there alone, because what kind of best friend would she be to avoid going to the most important moments of her life?

Tee was so excited, she could not even focus on doing her makeup. All she could do was stare at the poster hanging high on her dorm wall as you lay on your bed scrolling through your phone, looking at other people's stories. “What’s so good about these guys?” You asked, and Tee almost broke her neck looking back at you.

“THEE ICHIGO KUROSAKI is coming to our town; I have to be there!” She practically screamed at you, shoving her poster in your face. You looked at the poster with the four guys on it and asked, “Is this Ichigo?” 

“Nah, that’s Renji; this is Ichigo” Tee guided your hand to where Ichigo was on the poster. “He is attractive, but what’s the hype?” “You’ll see.” Your best friend smiled as she finished her makeup and turned to look in the full-body mirror. 

“Alright, let’s go. Do you have your ID because they are strict at concerts?” You checked your bag to look for your ID in your purse and nodded to confirm. You and Tee finally took an Uber down to the already-crowded arena. You saw so many girls; some were half-naked, and some looked like they hadn’t slept in days. 

Maybe this was a bigger deal than you thought, but then again, you weren’t too pressed about this concert, but you did have a good time, so why not? You saw Tee fight tooth and nail to get front-row tickets; she saved for months and got you and her a ticket, and not only that, she won backstage tickets, so you had to go.

The concert was deafening, and you felt your body would hurt terribly when you woke up in the morning. Tee even showed her tits; all you could do was laugh and shake your head. But who said they couldn’t have fun either? Even though you didn’t know any of the songs, you still danced and had fun.

Your best friend was dragging you everywhere after the concert was over; she wanted to get backstage so she could bat her eyelashes and you both would be able to go to another artist's after-party. Tee was perfect at getting you both into the after-parties. You weren’t as wild as Tee, but you did love a good hook-up here and there. 

You waited for Tee outside the backstage door; all you could see was the long line of girls bum-rushing to meet the boys. You were so glad that you didn’t want to meet anybody; you were just back there for the food and free drinks they were serving. You saw Tee come running back to you, smirking with a piece of paper in hand. 

“So I’m guessing you were successful?” You smirked.

“Yeah, and I got a little gift too.” Tee pulled her tube top down to see a signature on her right breast, signed by Renji. “Oh, bitch.” You both laughed. “Look, you gotta do what you gotta do.” Tee pulled her top up and shoved the piece of paper in her top.

“I want to go back to our dorm and change; I feel too sweaty,” Tee said while you both got in the Uber. Something about going back to your messy dorm wasn’t something you would be looking forward to. By the time you and Tee changed, it was already past midnight, and you were waiting for another Uber. 

You could hear the music blasting from inside the Airbnb, you saw a lot of people on the lawn, and you could see Tee recording from inside the Uber. You were low-key tired, but you were going to keep pushing. When you got inside, the music was even louder, and your ears were ringing nonstop. 

“MY TYPE OF PARTY!” Tee screamed next to you. Little did you know, when you looked to your side, Tee was gone, and you shook your head. She probably went to go find her bae for the night. But you were sure that she could take care of herself; maybe you’d be able to find her later if she wanted to be found. 

You sat down on the staircase, watching and observing everyone else at the party. You finally found Tee, but she was sitting and flirting with Renji, so you knew you would probably be going back to the dorm by yourself.

“Why sitting over here by yourself” 

You looked up to see a tall, shirtless figure in front of you. When he bent down to get a closer look at you, you noticed that bright ginger hair from anywhere. Ichigo Kurosaki.

“Oh, um, I’m here for moral support; my best friend is here,” you replied. Ichigo smirked, “Yeah, you’re the girl who didn’t look so interested in our concert.”

You opened your mouth, but quickly closed it; you didn’t have a snarky remark to make. Ichigo laughed, “But I guess you're here now. So, I guess you’re stuck with me for the rest of the night since Renji left me too.” Ichigo sat down on the step next to you. 

“So, tell me about yourself; what’s your name, plain girl?”

“Plain? I’m past being plain; maybe your band is plain.” You replied quickly, and Ichigo laughed. “But seriously, what’s your name?” Ichigo asked with a smirk. You rolled your eyes. “Y/N,” you replied.

“Y/N? Hm, got a nice ring to it.” You laughed. “Yeah, it has a nice ring to it, right?” Ichigo smiled. “Well, Y/N, it's nice to meet you. I'm Ichigo; can I get you another drink?” You smiled and nodded, “Sure.” Ichigo winked and walked away to get your drink. You watched him as he went, a smile still on your face.

You and Ichigo were practically hip and hip all night; you don’t know if it was the alcohol talking or if Ichigo got more and more attractive as the night progressed. You and Ichigo were pinned up in the corner, lips locked together. Ichigo tongue was so smooth, and his hands were rough, but it felt so right grabbing the fat of your ass. 

You could taste the alcohol and cigarettes in his mouth. It looked like you both were practically having sex in the corner of the party. “Let me take you upstairs and show you plain,” Ichigo smirked as he grabbed your hands to take you up the steps. You both stumbled up the stairs, laughing as you both tried to stay upright. You both finally made it to a room, got inside, and locked the door.

Ichigo pushed you on the bed as you spread your legs, and he got in between, smashing his lips back on yours. His lips were soft and warm as he explored your mouth. His hands roamed your body, exploring your curves and making you feel wanted. You felt your heart beating faster as you felt yourself getting lost in the moment.

Ichigo pushed your skirt up even more to get a glimpse at your red-laced underwear as he smirked back up at you. “You must want to get fucked tonight,” Ichigo smirked, licking your neck. You bit your lip and looked away, embarrassed. Ichigo leaned in and whispered in your ear, “Well, it looks like you're going to have to be a good girl for me, yeah?”

Ichigo pushed your panties to the side to feel your wet slit. “Fuck, you’re such a slut, getting wet from a little kissing, hm?”. Ichigo's fingers moved up and down, teasing your clit. You gasped and moaned; your body shuddered at Ichigo’s breath on your neck. “Please, wan your fingers,” you begged, bucking your hips into Ichigo’s hand.

Ichigo’s grin widened as he inserted a finger into your wet pussy. He slowly slid his finger in and out of your hole, his thumb gently rubbing your clit. Your moans grew louder as you felt your hips moving in tandem. 

“Hnngh Ichi! I-I need more.” You whimpered, “Oh? What a greedy little whore you are, when you could barely take one finger.” Ichigo's voice was rough as he spoke, adding another finger stretching you further. You whined out in pleasure, your hand shooting to Ichigo’s wrist in an instant, his fingers never stopping as he pleasured you.

“Move your hand, girl; you got greedy, so swallow your pride and take it.” He growled as he moved his fingers faster. You gasped in pleasure, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you. “Mm, yeah, that's a good girl,” Ichigo cooed as he curled his fingers, making you gasp and buck your hips. 

“I-Ichiii, ah! gonna cum-” You moaned, and your eyes rolled back as Ichigo continued to tease and pleasure you. You felt your body tense as your orgasm was creeping up on you; it felt like the breath in your lungs was getting stuck. All Ichigo had to do was pinch your clit just a little as you let out a loud cry as your body shook, and you came hard, pleasure radiating through every inch of your body. “That’s it, such a good little slut.” Ichigo took his fingers out to get a taste of your essence. 

“Turn around and get on your stomach.” You obeyed, feeling your heart pounding as Ichigo moved behind you. You can hear the belt cackle and clack as Ichigo pushes his jeans and boxers down, dragging you to the end of the bed. “I’ll be a gentleman and take it slow since y’re so pretty and delicate.” Ichigo grabbed your hips and thrust inside you, pushing in slowly and calculatingly, watching you to see how you would react. 

“Ngh! S-so full, Ichi!” You panted as Ichigo pushed inch by inch, making your cunt flutter and squeeze. Ichigo laughed, his hips bucking against yours as he fucked you hard and steady. “Fuck y’re so tight, f’me baby,” Ichigo sank his fingers into your waist as he started to pick up the pace.

“S’good Ichigo!” You moaned into the sheets, muffling your moans, something Ichigo didn’t like because you felt your head getting yanked up by your hair, your scalp burning a bit as you gasped. 

“Don’t hide your moans from me,” Ichigo hissed, spanking your ass as you cried out from the slight burn on your scalp and ass. “Daddy, fuckkk hah!” You screamed in pleasure as Ichigo pounded into you, your hips buckling up to meet his thrusts. You felt like you were going to explode as Ichigo's movements became faster and more intense. 

“Sh-shit, y’re such a slut fuckin’ back into me like that,” Ichigo groaned, his hand yanking your body up so that your back was touching his chest, his tip hitting your sweet spot easier. “Open yer’ mouth and stick that slutty tongue out for me,” Ichigo whispered in your ear.

You obeyed, your tongue protruding out of your mouth as Ichigo spat in your mouth, “Now swallow it.” You swallowed his saliva with a gasp, and he chuckled. “Fuck, yer such a whore for me,” he said, before pushing you back down on the bed and slapping your ass as his pace quickened. 

“Gonna cummmm” Your voice cracked as you gripped the sheets tighter in your hand, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your hips stuttering to meet Ichigo’s rough thrust. “Fuck me too, baby, me too,” Ichigo moaned, his thrust getting sloppy. Ichigo bent over to see your glistening eyes as he bit his lip, he could bust just looking at your pretty face scrunched up just for him. 

“Yesyesyesyes!” You cried out. Ichigo leaned in and gave you a passionate kiss, his hips stuttering and slamming into you and his balls slapping into you uncontrollably. You moaned with pleasure, your body trembling as pleasure overwhelmed you. Ichigo felt you tighten around him, and you came with a loud cry of pleasure. “Fuck, so, so pretty baby,” Ichigo groaned.

“Shit, g’na give the slut just what she wants,” Ichigo panted as he kept thrusting, his orgasm quickly approaching. You whine from overstimulation; you feel Ichigo's body tense as he groans loudly as he comes, his body trembling with pleasure as he releases inside of you. His hips were still moving against you for a few moments to make sure his cum got inside, before pulling out and watching the cum ooze out. 

Ichigo collapsed next to you, exhausted. You lay there for a few moments, trying to catch your breath. “You owe me $50 for a plan B.” You side-eyed Ichigo as he looked back at you and chuckled. “I gotchu ma.” Ichigo slapped your ass once again before sitting up to grab his wallet.

©2024 sevynavenue — please DO NOT copy, change, or repost my works on any other platform. All rights reserved to @/sevynavenue

[backwzzds]

ೃ⁀➷ call her daddy, ichigo kurosaki (nsfw)

inexperienced ichigo has a time with his slutty girlfriend.

thinking about giving flustered!ichigo head like. you both were sophomores in college but known each other since elementary. first grade was the year ichigo learned he had a crush on you, and for the past twelve years, it’s been hard for him to keep quiet about it.

the thing was, you were polar opposite to him. ichigo was such a…boy. he blushed fire red at the sight of any female skin showing, he screamed at any touch of you holding his hand, and he acted a fool the moment he saw you naked. you two have only been dating for a while, the poor boy finally manning up and asking you out denior year of high school.

you on the other hand, you were a girl’s girl. all you ever wore were multiple shades of pink and purple, lip gloss, always had your hair and nails done, and you were expressive in how you felt in every moment. you were the fire to ichigo’s already hot personality, and for some reason you two were like peas in a love pod.

almost three years of dating, ichigo still was nervous around you. and you couldn’t help but admit how much you loved watching him get flustered at the sight of you naked and on your knees.

“‘m i making you feel good daddy?” your voice is sweet as sultry as you lick up the young boy’s blush pink cock.

ichigo can’t even process anything going on in his head at the moment. he still didn’t know how to react whenever you called him daddy. in fact, he was sure you were the dominant one in the relationship and deserved to call you mommy (he’d actually been wanting to call you that for the past 6 months but was terrified of how you’d react).

sex was such an easy conversation for you to have. of course, you were more experienced than he was, having taken his virginity and all. you could talk about your previous sex session the night before over some pancakes and waffles for breakfast like it was the sunday news from the day before. you couldn’t help but explain to him many times why you called him that intimate name.

“me calling you daddy has nothing to do with your dominance, ichi,” you laughed with a kiss of your teeth, “i call you daddy because it’s a security thing for me. sure you’re not big and macho right now, but you make me feel safe and secure. and your dick is big so why would i not call you daddy? ichigo, boy please!”

you loved teasing your man. something about seeing the red head all flustered in your hands was all you needed to feel something between your own legs. nights like this by kehlani is playing on your speaker lowly as you take your time on ichigo. the cherry red gloss plastered on your lips disappeared long time ago and is smeared all over ichigo’s rock hard length as you continue sucking him dry.

ichigo is sat manspreading on your bed, gripping onto your pink duvet for dear life. your sanrio duck nails look so pretty against his dick leaking pure cum.

“fuck, baby,” the strawberry blonde boy breathes out. he’s not sure how long he’ll be able to last. ichigo hated when he cums fast, it makes him feel so adjuvant compared to you. he hated how you did most of the work sometimes. all he wanted was for you to feel good. but little did he know, you pleasuring him was enough to pleasure yourself.

you snake one hand down between your legs and rub your clothed clit through the extremely thin fabric of your lace panties. ichigo’s large hand is snaked across your back and rubbing at the fat of your ass in comfort as you suck on the slit of his tip, driving him over the edge.

“mhm, you like that baby?” ichigo can’t help but nod as you release up off him and lick your full lips. still pumping his oozing length up and down, you reach up to kiss him, all while working his lower half.

ichigo is a moaning mess against you as his lips sloppily engulf your own. “s-shit,” he whimpers. “oh fuck, please baby. ‘m boutta cum.”

“yeah?” you tease with a fresh smirk. “you wanna cum for me? mommy’s got you, baby.” you could see ichigo’s usually honey brown eyes completely widen at the new nickname for yourself. talk about fantasies coming alive.

with screwed eyes shut, ichigo is bucking his hip into your grip. wrestling with pleasure and reality as he fights off his incoming orgasm. sensing his retaliation, you speed up the pace of your hands.

“don’t you fucking hold back on me, ichigo,” you glare at him, jerking his reddening tip faster. you run your manicured fingers across the slit of his tip and give him a stern look, demanding his much deserved orgasm. “you fucking cum right now. cum right now, ichi.” you knew how ichigo got when he didn’t believe in himself, even when it came to sex.

the poor boy is breathing hard and intensely as he grabs onto your free hand and shoves his head in the crook of your neck. finally, he feels his orgasm releasing against your half naked body. “there you go baby,” your voice is softening as the creamy base spurting all over the place in a big mess from his chest to your nipples. “watch me, daddy.”

ichigo fights one eye open to look down at you. there, you hold your tongue out wide as you finish jerking him off, allowing the last of his warm cum to coat your mouth. you use that as lubricant to suck him off just one more time, deciding to overstimulate him a bit.

this riund of head is ten times more messy. with a mix of your saliva and ichigo’s cum practically oozing out your mouth, the only audio heard in your room is the nasty gargling sounds of you gagging on his fat cock, deepthroting the poor thing till you felt his angry head prodding at the back of your throat.

“oh, shit!”

this sends ichigo overboard as he grips onto the duvet beside him and completely bucks up into you, reaching deeper into your throat. he helps you hold your braids out the way as you stay against him for a few seconds, completely blocking your airways as you dared yourself to deepthroat him for as long as you could.

“i’m gonna cum again—fuck!” ichigo screams as he mindlessly pushes your head back down further against him. you could see the reluctance he had in his actions once he realized exactly what he’d done and was about to pull you back up, but you grab his hand and place it back on your head, forcing him to push you back down.

“i got you daddy, make a mess of me, papa.” your voice is sweet and seductive as you kiss all along his tip. you place the mushroom head of his cock back in your mouth and slowly begin cleaning up your own mess. once you were done, you came back up and proudly kissed him, allowing him to suck all his cum off the base of your tongue.

it was so easy to get him nasty like this.

[angelkiyo]

EXCESOS ! — I. KUROSAKI

⁀➴syn: in which you, the sigma theta chi it-girl, get invited to delta sigma mu’s party after having accidentally caught the president’s lingering eye and weeks of tension-laced teasing.

tags: smut + nsfw/unedited. inspired by fuerza regida’s excesos and leon larregui's como tu bc i love them sm and i love ichigo so. also first bleach oneshot hehehe! he’s also a bit of a male manipulator?? wc: 5.3k, frat boy! ichigo 😛 (lets ignore the fact that this is a repost LOL)

to be completely honest, you’d consider yourself a pretty sociable person. you have a decently tight friend circle, people like you. still, even if you are another stereotypical college girl; the bubbly sorority girl— that doesn't mean that you would ever enter a frat party.

however, due to your new standing as a high-ranking member of sigma theta chi, you have an obligation to show up at these greek events. 

the bass from the speakers rattles the walls, playing some kind of  corrido , making your head spin.

the party is in full swing at this point—red cups everywhere, liquor bottles being passed around, and half the college campus (and then some) crammed inside delta sigma mu’s massive frat house. it was dark and the only light provided was from the LED light decorations everywhere and the light from the kitchen.

you weave through the crowd, with your sisters already socializing with other guys. you went dodging drunken conversations and couples making out against the walls, eyes scanning for one person.

ichigo kurosaki.

frat president. campus heart-throb—and the person who caught your eye in your english class.

while you did have to attend this party out of obligation to your position to your sorority—you also had ulterior motives. he was an interesting person. how wouldn’t he be? his enigmatic persona is surrounded by equally hot guys and stunning sorority girls, all while passing his classes with flying colors.

your interest was only ever heightened when you finally started paying more attention and caught onto his teasing—lingering touches on your hand, flirtatious tone of voice, and damn near seductive gaze that he gave you from across the room. and as much as you hate to admit it, you loved it and might be playing a little oblivious.

that had been your arrangement for half a year. it was too fun. still, that didn’t stop kurosaki from inviting you to the party– a simple ‘there’s a party tonight’ slipped into your conversation on rhetorical analysis.

and that’s where you spot him in the kitchen; his black t-shirt fitting just right, sleeves hugging his toned tattooed biceps nicely, and that heavy gold chain around his neck catching the low shine of the kitchen’s fluorescent light.

his usual group surrounds him—renji, grimmjow, chad, and a couple of party girls who are clearly trying to keep his attention.

but when he notices you?  fuck.

his pink lips curl into a lazy smirk, and just like that, whatever conversation he was having doesn’t matter anymore. he let out a little chuckle of amusement and ran his fingers through his bleached hair.

“look at that…” he leans against the counter, tilting his head as his eyes drag down your outfit; grey tank top exhibiting your upper body just right, jean skirt accentuating your absolutely stunning legs. “you actually decided to show up.” you roll your eyes, stepping into the kitchen. “don’t get too cocky, kurosaki. i was already out with my sisters, and we ended up here.”

“uh-huh,” he hums, completely unconvinced. he grabs a bottle of don julio from the counter and pours two shots, sliding one toward you. “cheers, princess.” you narrow your eyes. “don’t call me that.”

“why not?” he grins, throwing his shot back effortlessly.“you’re the only one i’d call that.”

you laugh, “right. hell, bet you call all your girls that? gee, i’m honored.”

heat crawls up your cheeks, but you mask it by downing the tequila in one go. the burn is immediate, making you exhale sharply. he watches you the whole time, eyes sharp, amused. “you always babysit drinks like that?” he teases, setting his glass down.

“shut up,” you mutter, shaking your head and kissing your teeth from the harsh burn.

he laughs, stepping closer. the kitchen suddenly feels smaller, the smell of his patchouli and bergamot cologne and tequila mixing in a way that makes you dizzy. he really did know how to push your buttons.

“still playing hard to get, huh, princess?”

you frowned at the nickname and scoffed. “you say that like you always get what you want, idiot,” you counter, folding your arms. his smirk widens. “i usually do.”

of course, he does. and worst of all? he knows exactly what he’s doing. he’s cocky and hot—and he knows it. the mood between you two shifts, the heavy beat of si no es contigo rolling through the speakers. the sensual beat almost meets your heartbeat as kurosaki leans further.

fitting .

“come dance with me,” he says. it’s not a question. you look around at your surroundings at the crowded living room with people dancing, avoiding his probable intimate gaze. you arch a brow and push your hair back to your back. “that’s your move?”

“it works,” he says easily, playing with the bangs that shape your face.

grimmjow raised an eyebrow and scoffed, letting out a cackle, “no jodes, kurosaki. just leaving us like that?”

ichigo turned around and shot him a look for him to shut up, before pulling you with him by your hand.

you let him pull you toward the center of the party, your body slotting into place against his like it’s the most natural thing in the world. his hands settle at your waist, the warmth of his fingers pressing through your thin top. the cold metal of his rings feld cold against the sliver of skin exposed from your top and skirt, his fingers pressing down to lead your hips against him.

you should pull away. you should say something sarcastic to cut the tension—but you really can’t. this just feels too right.

but then he leans in, lips just barely brushing your ear. “told you you’d stop fighting it.”

your breath catches for half a second, but you recover quickly. “i’m just dancing with you,” you say, voice even. “doesn’t mean I’m interested, kurosaki.”

his grip tightens slightly, just enough to make your skin tingle. “keep telling yourself that, baby.”

the night stretches on after a few tequila shots and more dancing. you sat on the couch with him, manicured fingertips dangerously playing with his hands on his strong thigh. you took a hit of his strawberry flavored cart and whispered to his ear, “can we go somewhere else? it’s so loud.” ichigo glanced at you and nodded, taking your hand, “we can go to my room if you want.”

you nodded and he took you through the dark and noisy corridor to his room, the illuminating colors of the LED lights fading until you finally arrived at his room.

it was nice and probably the only one unoccupied with all the other rooms housing hook-ups and business . you didn’t know what to expect but it was all nice and clean; smelling like soap and bergamot. his books were all nicely organized and his desk and bed were made.

the only thing illuminating the room was a soft-lit lamp, its warm orange light lighting his room up and the cause for such a serene ambience. you sat on the bed and smiled at him. it felt peaceful for a party.

“i’m glad you said you wanted to get out of there. It was too loud for me anyway,” ichigo laughed, sitting by you on the edge of his bed. “you seem like the party type though,” you said, swinging your legs from the bed.

ichigo shrugged at your comment and glanced at you, smiling, “didn’t say i wasn’t. it was just insanely suffocating in there. all fuckin’ grimmjow for inviting too many people.” he laughed sardonically and patted your cheek.

he sat closer to you and you felt your mouth go dry. you couldn’t talk but just look at him; his pink lips, soft bleached hair that looks almost golden to the light, and chocolate brown eyes were illuminated by the lamp and you couldn’t help but stare at his features.

his black shirt was slightly showing his collarbone and his full necklace—with that making you feel like a damn prude with how speechless that made you.

“i see you. socialize with everyone, i mean. you carry yourself very carefully. props to you.” he nodded as he acknowledged your whole façade.

you looked at him and nodded, “that’s the point. i have to, so…i’m sure you relate.”

ichigo laughed and nodded, “yeahh, but i’m glad you agreed to this. to the party.” he chuckled softly and ran his fingers through his hair again. “yeah…” you smiled, glancing over at him again to see him completely faced towards you, looking at you like you have something important to say.

you start to think that the “placebo effect” from the weed and alcohol must be hitting you too hard, as you grab him by his shirt and kiss him softly. maybe it was your hormones too and the way his gaze made your panties drenched.

however, you felt him gain more control as he cupped your cheek and ran his slender fingers through your hair. you placed your hands on his shoulders and couldn’t help but gasp at the way his hands began to go lower on your body and how his lips began to lower as well onto your neck. until he stopped.

“are you a…?” he asked hesitantly, waiting for your response.

you narrowed your eyes, “are you?”

he kissed his teeth and let out one hell of a seductive laugh, “why don’cha find out, princess.”

you looked at his flustered state, with his hooded eyes, flushed cheeks with smudged cherry-colored lipstick on his lips— you can bet anything you looked the same. he attacked your neck once more, and you’re absolutely positive it’d leave a mark— but you didn’t care.

you felt him gently and slowly raise your grey tank top from the hems to take it off, exposing your pretty and plump breasts, “you look fucking beautiful, princess.” his voice sounded whiny and out of breath, like he was on the verge of begging for you. he looked at you like he was yearning for you.

even more so when he changed your position for you to be straddling him, feeling his hard dick against the sheer fabric of your pink panties. you saw his near-ticked off expression and began grinding against his erection in a circular motion to spite him.

to be honest, it raised your ego to know that you finally had a bit of power after all his incessant teasing and words.

you began unbuttoning his shirt, showcasing the years of martial arts and the toll it took on his body. he looked like he was carved by one of those renaissance artists. you leaned towards to kiss him again, with more passion, more energy and lust than before, grinding against him again like an utter bitch in heat. you let out breathless whines as he attacks the areolas of your breasts.

you unbuckle his belt and hear him let out a quiet gasp as you cupped his dick through his boxers while kissing on his neck. “shit, (name). i thought you were more innocent than this.”

you smiled at him, “i’m poised, not virgin.”

you rolled down his boxers to be met with his dick, springing out towards his abdomen. it was slightly bigger than you expected, nevertheless, you weren’t mad. at all. you wrapped your hand around it, giving it a few strokes while rubbing your thumb against the slit on his mushroom head leaking with precum already. you took off your skirt and placed your knees to each side of his legs, sliding your panties down.

“are we?”

he gave you another chuckle, “thought we were, baby.”

you scoffed and aligned his dick to your entrance and slowly went down, whining at the slight hint of pain that was brought by him slightly stretching you out. your lips parted as you decided to slam yourself onto him to not edge it too much.

“careful, fresita.” he licked his bottom lip as he grabbed onto your hips and slowly helped you move on his manhood. you attempted to move your hips yourself, gasping at the sheer pleasure when he began to thrust upwards while you gyrated your hips in a circular motion.

you grabbed onto his neck and pulled on his hair as you felt the pleasure overtake you, moving your hips while he thrusted and rubbed on your clit simultaneously. “oh my god, ichigo. fuck—” you cried, burying your face on the crook of his neck, met with the smell of his musky cologne.

it felt too much— especially since you haven’t gotten laid in some time. you felt your lips open but couldn’t use your voice as he went even faster, grabbing onto your hips even harder, until he stopped.

“all fours, princess .”

you felt yourself whine at the lack of orgasm you were given, or weren’t. you turned to protest but he put his finger on your puffy lips, “shhh, we’ll both get what we want. just get on your knees, baby. okay?”

you got into the position he told you to get to, looking ahead to be met with a mirror and feeling a harsh slap on your ass.

“shit…” you breathed out, arching your back as you felt him drag his bulbous tip against the slick of your pussy slowly.

he grabbed onto your hips again, slamming his cock into your pussy, and thrusted into you even harder. the pleasure from before came rushing to you like a wave as you felt the need to grind against him.

“right there. you got it, baby.” he leaned closer to your ear, whispering depraved nothings while he gripped on your ass. you felt goosebumps as you felt his cold chain touch your burning hot skin.

you let out a near-pornographic moan as you felt like you were finally reaching your peak, his tip kissing your cervix simultaneously. the knot in your stomach returned and you felt tears pool in your eyes from the feeling. you whined as you gripped his bedsheets and felt overstimulated as he kept thrusting, with said thrusting becoming sloppy shortly after you had reached your orgasm.

“please ichigo” because your whispered mantra every thrust he gave you until you felt him come inside you. you felt how his hot load filled your pussy up inside.

“how’s that for a stress reliever?” you breathlessly laughed at his remark as his manhood slipped out of you.

you stayed in your position for a few minutes, even as kurosaki put his clothes back on and left back to the party. you felt your chest slightly clench at the action and at how vulnerable you looked and felt.

as much as you’d like to believe that ichigo kurosaki of all people would ever stay with you after something so intimate, you were  obviously  kidding yourself. you stood up to the best of your ability, getting some tissues to clean yourself and going to the restroom once your clothes were on.

you took a look at yourself in the mirror and let out a bitter laugh, looking at your smudged cherry lipstick, little red spots on your neck that were sure to be hickeys, and your disheveled hair.

it was your fault for catching the slightest feelings for him anyway. it was your reason to leave the party in general due to that reason, texting your group chat with your sisters that you were to leave the party early due to not feeling well. 

it was also the cause of you being unaware that ichigo had come back to the room shortly after your departure, expecting to take care of you, and being met with a note on a tissue saying “don’t fucking call me .”—leaving whatever you have with ichigo unresolved until you see him again next english class.

———

you should have known better. 

you should have known that ichigo kurosaki wasn’t the type of guy to catch feelings for; expecting a white picket fence type of love story. especially after expecting that from incessant flirting, touches, and teasing. 

however, it’s been three days and in those three days other than checking your phone (at a totally normal pace) you stayed home; blaming the party for catching mono or some shit for not going. a small part of you wished you were wrong in believing that he didn’t care for his partners regarding their own presence.

guess you were wrong.

still, you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the sight. 

you’d consider yourself a good student; getting good grades, getting to class on time, even hung over. yet, you were surprised to see ichigo of all people lounging by a seat that normally wasn’t even his. a seat that would be behind yours when he would usually be in the back with chad, grimmjow, renji, and uryu. his seating arrangement only changed due to his own motive of teasing you. however, it was confusing because he usually gets to class late. extremely late.

did he really expect for you to follow the same cliche routine?

still, you decided to stand your ground since you didn’t really want confrontation for stealing someone else’s seat. there were at most 7 people scattered throughout the classroom. 

“good morning, miss (last name).” you turned to greet professor aizen, to which you smiled and nodded in reciprocation. “good morning, sir.”

your steps felt heavy as you couldn’t help but avoid ichigo’s gaze as you felt him practically stare daggers at you. luckily, your headphones were loud enough to cancel out your pounding heart beat. you sat at your usual place at the side of the aisle, placing your longchamp beside you and getting your laptop out, your headphones still silencing everything else. 

for the next forty minutes, not a word was uttered by ichigo to you– which caused you to feel a bit of relief. until your professor had recommended a class discussion amongst yourselves for the final minutes of class. specifically with those behind you.

and that’s where you felt a tap on your shoulder from behind.

“don’cha think that raskolnikov had a point?” ichigo’s words were accompanied by his usual sly smirk—which in turn, made you practically sneer at him. 

“so you’re basically saying the concept of murder is justifiable?”

he exhales through his nose and clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, “no, i’m saying that guilt is relative.”

you nodded and turned back to your laptop, “okay, nice talk.” — the last thing you wanted to do was engage in conversation with him regarding crime and punishment . you heard him scoff and felt another tap on your shoulder, “seriously? you’re gonna ignore me?” — you shrugged and began to pack up for the day, “i don’t have an obligation to talk to you.”

while you were still putting your things away, you sensed two people walking towards your section of the lecture hall, were lo and behold; chad and grimmjow.

grimmjow saw you, raising his head in acknowledgement before he turned to ichigo, “yo, nos vas a acompañar? we’re going to urahara’s for some bud.”

he clicked his tongue and shook his head, eyeing you, “nah. got something to deal with.”

renji looked at you and then at ichigo, nodding his head once he put two and two together, “gotcha. meet’cha back at the house.”

once the two of them left, you took your things and began to leave the lecture hall. it wasn’t until you felt a hand on your wrist in the hallway where you were met with ichigo’s intense gaze all over again, “ please. can we talk?”

you felt your heart skip a beat at his cracked voice and you felt conflicted. your lips turned into a fine line before you relented, “okay. where do you suggest we talk?”

his lips curled into a cute smile, shifting his hand from your wrist to your own hand, lacing his fingers with yours. 

“how’d you get here?” he asked.

“train, why?”

“cool, i’ll drive you and we talk.”

you smiled a bit and nodded, relenting and accepting his advances, “alright. i’ll trust you to not abandon me.”

he stuck out his hand to you, a sly smirk etched on his pretty face, “i would never, princess.”

———

the two of you walked to the parking lot in silence, to which he flashed the key fob and turned on his black car to take you home. 

“wow, what a flashy car,” you said sarcastically, pointing out his bmw. it clearly stood out from the abundance of nissans and hondas placed in the lot.

ichigo laughed in return, “y’know it.”

it was quiet, apart from him and the lyrics of the music playing in the background, waiting for you to say something of substance. you spoke to break the silence between the two of you, “look, i wasn’t trying to avoid you. i just didn’t think you would want to speak to me.”

his eyebrows furrowed as he stopped muttering the lyrics while his eyes kept on the road, “and what makes you think i don’t wanna talk to you?”

ichigo’s grip tightened around the wheel, jaw ticking as he waited for your answer.

you exhaled slowly, shifting in your seat. “i don’t know, ichigo. maybe because you haven’t hit me up since the party? because i was probably just another girl you flirted with before moving on?”

“look,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. “it’s not like that, princess . you really think i’d be wasting my time driving you home if you were?”

he kissed his teeth, “besides, you left after the fact. if anything, i wouldn’t think you wanted to talk to me. no jodes.”

you glared at him and scoffed before a pit settled in your stomach and the butterflies returned. he returned for you?

“well what else was i supposed to do? you just fuckin left me without a damn word!” 

he exhaled, his eyes appearing to showcase more emotion even if they were glued onto the road, “because i thought it wouldn’t mean anything to you.”

what?

your breath hitched in your throat this? this wasn’t like him. the ichigo you’ve gotten to know was cocky, teasing, unbothered. not this frustrated, tense, and—dare you say—vulnerable version sitting next to you.

you scoffed, turning your body slightly to face him. “ah, so i’m special now?”

“i mean you are,” he murmured, throwing you a glance before switching lanes. “i’m the fucking idiot that took way too long to realize that shit.”

you crossed your arms. “you really trying to tell me you caught feelings, huh kurosaki?”

ichigo scoffed. “yeah. and you act like you didn’t.”

silence. a muscle in his jaw twitched as he let out a slow breath. “ look , i don’t do this shit,” he admitted, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. “i’m not good with sharing my emotions like that.”

you stared at him, trying to read him, trying to figure out if this was just another game. and as if he sensed it, he turned to you at a red light—eyes filled with emotion yet the rest of his expression unreadable. “but i know what i felt that night. and now i know that you felt it too.”

your stomach flipped. you licked your lips, breaking eye contact. 

the light turned green, but he went to pull over at a nearby drugstore parking lot. he clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth as he waited for an answer from you. he didn’t look at you the whole way.

“ tell me that this means nothing and i’ll leave.” his voice was low, almost dangerous. those damn butterflies kept fluttering and you felt your heart beating. “tell me that you don’t feel shit and i’ll leave you alone. you have my word.”

your breath caught. you couldn’t say it. because you weren’t sure if you were lying anymore.

“i’ll give you my answer once you drive me home,” you managed to squeak out, playing with your fingers and your gaze down, refusing to meet his eyes the one time he turned over to look at you.

for the rest of the drive, neither of you spoke.

by the time he pulled up outside your building, your heart was still racing. he put the car in park, drumming his fingers against the wheel. “well?”

your heart made another flip and you turned to him. “well, what?”

“you didn’t answer my question. are you gonna keep avoiding me? how can i show you that im being for real?”

you felt a bit awkward, until you had an idea. your glossy pink lips curled into a smile as you placed your manicured fingernails on the edge of his window frame, “maybe you could make it up to me now, kurosaki.”

and that’s where ichigo’s eyebrows raised in pure curiosity and excitement. 

“what do you have in mind, lovely ?”

———

ichigo has had a reputation for being a bit of a playboy to put it lightly. he isn’t one to get passed around—don’t get him wrong. but he doesn’t give his heart out easily nor would open himself up to be so vulnerable.

that is, until now. 

you’ve been feeling sexually frustrated from that night and needed a cathartic release. during your three days (of solitude) your sisters had been concerned for you and wanted to make you feel better. (especially due to your excuse of mono)

their joking gift? a few questionable pieces of literature mentioning the practice of bondage. this fueled your curiosity and of course, with the given circumstance—you couldn’t help but want to indulge. you heard ichigo grunt as you tied his hands up on your baby pink bedframe, “shit babe, i’m not asking for you to cut my circulation now.”

you looked at him and smiled, placing your index on his lips while you shushed him, “shhhh, you asked how you could make it up to me, but okay!”

he let out a raspy chuckle. “yeah, don’t be shy,” he teased.

ichigo kissed his teeth as he sealed his fate at this point. he was missing his black polo and signature silver cross chain, his tattoos even more evident to you now that it was evening and not dark like the last time you had each other like this, along with your pink light decorations illuminating his body. you straddled him and took off your white align top, sliding down your baby pink athleisure shorts afterward and leaving you in your panties.

“shit, how pretty.” he licked his lips and looked at you like you were a work of art, your beautiful curves driving him crazy.

you shot him a smile and cupped his face while you leaned in to kiss him, grinding against him simultaneously. the sound of your lips smacking along with the friction of his jeans and hard erection against your pussy made you feel more aroused. 

“fuck. wanna touch you s’bad, baby.” he groaned. “shhh, we’ll both get what we want. just follow my lead, love .” you shot him a wink as you fiddled with his jeans, unbuckling them and sliding them down to be met with his boxers showcasing an evident tent. you slid them down as well and was met with his pretty cock; gleaming with pre-cum on his bulbous red tip. 

you began to lay down between his legs and stroke his cock, giving it languid pumps before giving his tip little licks. you put the tip in your mouth before going down on his cock, feeling it reach your throat. “fuck, babe.” his usually deep and clear voice was becoming whinier by the minute. your tongue felt up on each vein that decorated his girthy cock, purposely making eye contact while doing so and hearing how his whines and breathless groans only became more pronounced. you took your mouth away from his cock, smiling and fighting the urge to laugh as ichigo let out an exasperated sigh. “holy shit—"

you pressed your lips against his to shut him up, “shush.” you placed your knees on each side of his thighs, straddling him while you lowered your cute lace pink panties to your knees. you looked over at ichigo; all hot and bothered with his blush spread on his cheeks and him biting his lips in an attempt for composure. 

“i’ll be nice. i’m sorry, baby. jus’ wanted to try.” you raised yourself on your knees for you to untie his wrists. and as soon as you did so, they went straight to your waist. he enveloped your lips into a kiss, scandalous and hot as fuck . you pulled away as you tried to catch your breath, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his.

you positioned yourself again to his cock and aligned it to your pussy, rubbing it against your sex. “a-ah fuck—! ” you bit your lip once you began to slowly lower yourself on his cock. you felt his callous hands grip on your ass, kneading it like bread dough.

you embraced him, wrapping your arms around his neck while you bounced on his cock with the help of his hands guiding you. you buried your face onto the crook of his neck, smelling his sexy noir extreme cologne radiating off him. you moved your hips in circles and felt his cock kiss your cervix with every thrust, causing you to grab onto him and press your breasts against his chest even more. your lips stayed parted as you reached your orgasm and the knot in your stomach let out.

“o-oh my god…mmm…” you felt your breath leave and your mouth agape at the euphoric sensation; it’s just too good.

it was sloppy, with your cum spilling out onto his thighs while your ass slammed onto them every time ichigo grabbed at it, guiding your hips on his cock. “ shit—! you fuck me so good.” you felt his cock twitch inside you and his breathing become labored, feeling him fill you up again.

you closed your eyes for a second, catching your breath. you got off from him and laid down on your bed. you heard ichigo leave to your bathroom and turn on your bathtub’s water. your legs still felt like jello at this point, which caused ichigo to carry you unexpectedly.

“what the fuck ichigo—“

he shot you a look, “shut up. i’m only carrying you to the bathroom, princess.”

your eyes slightly widened at your predicament; ichigo kurosaki, the campus heartthrob and main topic of conversation within the average sorority girl at campus, was making you a bath and actually indulging in after care?

“you surprise me more and more, kurosaki,” you muttered. he placed you in the bath carefully, as if you yourself were made out of porcelain. you looked up at him once he stood, getting ready to leave. you shot your hand out to grab his wrist, causing him to look at you in confusion.

“stay. this is big enough for the both of us…” normally, issuing those words would be a stain on your ego, but you think you’ve gone through enough interesting sexual experiences with him to consider that nothing.

“you’re lucky i like you more than i should,” he laughed, getting into the bath himself. he positioned his arms against the sides of the tub and placed his head back. you eyed him and placed yourself between his legs, “same could be said for you.”

he let out a light chuckle at your words before he cupped your face and kissed you. you kissed him back with the same vigor as him, soaking in the intimate moment that was the start of your relationship.

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ilyyyy tecca (dark thoughts is so good i had no idea how to end this LMFAO)

[recurring-polynya]

Sorry if you have been asked this before but I was wondering is there some reason why Kubo never really showed too much regarding Rukia’s feelings towards Renji ? It’s not only her but even Gin & Ichigo with Rangiku & Orihime !! Like he gives enough so people can sense something but he doesn’t give a lot away. Is it about interpretation or he just simply doesn’t want to write romance too deeply ??

Kubo has said quite plainly that he doesn't want to put romance at the forefront. I think he's said this various times in various ways, but here's a pretty definitive quote from an interview he gave at the 2018 San Diego Comicon:

Q: Speaking of Ichigo's relationships with his friends, there seems to be a love triangle between Ichigo, Rukia, and Orihime. Do you delve more into this in later volumes? A. Tite Kubo: (laughs) I get asked about that a lot! I don't want to make Bleach into a love story because there are much more exciting things about their personalities and things that they can do instead of getting into the romance aspect of their relationships.

Kubo's answers are sometimes a little cheeky, but I don't see any reason to read this as anything other than face value. He may have had additional reasons to leave romance out of the story--it's a shounen and he didn't think that stuff would be of interest to the core of his readers, he didn't want to deal with angry ship opinions, etc, etc, but the long and short of it is the guy said "this is not a kissing story" and it's not.

Not to get too nitpicky--this was an interview, there's some degree of translation involved--but I actually find this kind of funny because while I agree that it's not a romance, I would *absolutely* classify Bleach as a love story. Bleach is about 600 love stories. It's about the love between a boy and his precious friends, the love between big brothers and little sisters, about the love between captains and lieutenants, about love that can only be expressed in battle, about love that turns poisonous and corrupts, about love that saves and purifies, about a love for the world you live in and want, with all your heart to make better. And while it's not a romance, I think it is about romantic love as well.

So, even though that's the real reason, I think it is also perfectly in-character for Rukia to act the way she does and I want to yap about it. I can tell right now this is gonna get long, so I am going to put it under a cut.

Just to get it out of the way up-front, I will briefly cover the other characters you mentioned. Both of this could easily merit their own essay, but I want to talk about Rukia, so I'm gonna keep it brief.

My interpretation on Gin and Rangiku is that they were not on romantic terms at any point of the canon timeline. My guess is that when she made it to the Academy and caught up with him again, it very quickly became obvious that he was no longer being genuine with her, and I think she cut him off. He is on a mission for revenge; she doesn't understand why he acts the way he does and distances herself from it. That being said, I (and I think many people?) find their parting scenes to be deeply, tragically romantic. I think this depends on your definition of "romantic." It never would have worked. He ruined it. If he had lived, it would change nothing. But Othello loved Desdemona, too. A story being a tragedy doesn't preclude it being a love story.

Ichigo is a teenage boy with a heart the size of three worlds. I think the amount of emotion he would like to leak out of his body is zero. I think the amount of emotion that does leak out of his body is so high that the signal-to-noise ratio makes it very difficult to discern anything meaningful. My reading of Bleach is that he does have special feelings for Orihime and that they are a slightly different flavor than he has for other people, but it's super hard to tell because he makes the same loving puppy eyes at Chad and Uryuu and Renji and Grimmjow. This guy is constantly torn between loving everyone he knows with the luminosity of a small star and trying to act too cool for school. Also, he's very young. He's still figuring this out, too.

Okay! Let's talk about Rukia!!!

The thing about Rukia is that she is really, really uncomfortable expressing affection. In the flashback scenes where she talks about how much she admired Kaien and Miyako, she's shown standing far away and looking at them from a great distance. When Byakuya compliments her bankai, she squeezes her eyes shut and has to look away.

Ukitake comments at how remarkably "open" he finds her to be with Orihime, even though what they are actually doing is training. You want to see a love confession? Here's Rukia's love confession to Orihime from We Do (Knot) Always Love You (Renji is here, too):

Feeling a little shy and fidgety, Rukia hesitated a few times as she replied to Orihime. "Th-that's because, Inoue I consider you……my……b-best girl-friend! So therefore……I thought…I should tell you first……" She spoke as her last few words became a little mumbled. "……your face is redder than the time I asked you to marry me ya know." "Sh-shut up!!"

A thing I really like about this though, is that while it is portrayed as something that sometimes holds Rukia back in her relationships, it's not portrayed as some sort of fatal flaw. She's a private person, and that's ok. This isn't a quality we often get to see female characters have. If this were a romance story, maybe we'd have to see her overcome this, but it's not! It's an action story and Rukia is a cool and stoic character, which is exactly how she wants to be!

I'm always pounding my shoe on the table over this, but I really, genuinely think that a significant chunk of Renji's character/personality design was specifically to be Rukia's love interest, which I think is based as Hell of him. He's good-looking, he's cool, he's devoted to her, he's powerful along the rules of the worldbuilding, but not in a way that overshadows her. And he meets her where she is.

The scene where Renji carries Rukia down the 8,000 flights of Soukyoku Hill stairs is, in my opinion, the most romantic scene in all of literature. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Rukia is so upset about being rescued, she is cannot stand the fact that anyone cares about her, or worse, that they would risk themselves for her. It's so clear that Renji understands this, and in the gentlest possible terms, asks her to accept his (and Ichigo's) help, as if she has any say in it at this point. He doesn't even make eye contact as he very obliquely says Let us care about you.

This causes Rukia, the most repressed woman in the universe, to hunch in on herself so that he can't see her cry and then he tells her to shut up. I am making little graspy hands at my computer as I write this. This is so good. Imagine. Imagine someone understanding you so well that they would spare you from your own emotions in this way. I am going insane.

This is not a Hallmark Christmas movie. This is a love story for those of us who struggle to connect with others.

I want to kind of hop out and say that I think there's a certain kind of person (me), who gets interested in romances almost exclusively from stories that have little-to-no romantic content. This is not an accident. For me, this is how I like it. I want to read about characters who save the world and I want them to be very business-up-front about it. I mean, yeah, I wouldn't mind if they kissed on screen once, but I don't need it. I have an imagination for that. I have fanfiction for that. I literally want them to do it on their own time. You know what's romantic to me? Meaningful looks. Backing each other up. Fighting in synch. Matching outfits. This is romance to me, and I think Rukia might actually agree with me.

This isn't to say that this is all of Rukia and Renji's relationship. I think they have talked about feelings, I think they've probably held hands and kissed or whatever, but where and when and how it happened is their own business. I think Renji probably wouldn't have minded getting one on-panel smooch, but this feels exactly how I think Rukia would want her relationship portrayed: We looked very cool and then, several years later, we were married.

Oh, and they also very much did get the horniest panels in all of Bleach, which, weirdly enough, I think Rukia would also approve of.