#abarai renji x you

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ABARAI RENJI X FEM READER | NSFW WORD COUNT: 5k CONTENT WARNING: you know it: alcohol consumption, it is what it is, renji is so mean like i will fight him but i don't have the muscle, nipple play, biting lots of biting like ridiculous, renji likes to slap ass and pussies too, ya know for fun cause it's cute and shit, vaginal penetration, for as long as this damn thing is you WOULD THINK they did more, but no, degradaaatiooon i guess????, he's mean so really that's all i can say, oh yeah maybe size kink, renji got a big [censored] A BADLY WRITTEN SUMMARY: Y/N really thought she could until she couldn't. There's nothing else to it. You just gotta read it, folks.

You had been watching him since he entered. It was compulsory; some kind of involuntary reaction. You tried to reason with it, tried to understand the explanation behind the sudden acceleration in your heart beat. You frown at your thoughts, swirling your wine glass. The maroon liquid spinning inside beckons you to look for him again. You admire the fiery mane of hair as you bring your glass to your lips for a taste and find yourself disappointed.

This was your favorite, from a bottle of St. Henri Shiraz, full-bodied and heavy on your tongue; still it barely whets your palate. What you’re craving is something else, something new; thrilling and exciting, like the dark geometric tattoos on his forehead, or the teasing beginning of one peeking out from his v-neck shirt.

You drink again from your glass, hoping to stave off the gnawing hunger. 

It is still inefficient; a waste of your time, just like any continued further attempt would be. At this point, you consider it necessary to leave your spot at the bar. You leave your glass behind. No further souvenirs were needed. Heels clicking on the floor, you squeeze between him and the empty stool by his left.

“Do you mind?” you ask him, practicing your most innocent voice as you drop yourself on the stool. He doesn’t glance at you, but somehow you feel it–his appraisal of you. It was quick, and left you wanting more.

“I don’t care either way,” he spoke gruffly, bringing a glass of sake to his lips. The last thing he wanted was to be tangled up with a human in his gigai body. Renji was just looking for a night to clear his head, away from everyone he knew. If he had intended to keep company he would have invited Rukia or even harassed Ichigo–but the orange haired idiot was busy with college now; a grown man.

Renji’s smile is derisive, as he does his best to hide it behind the glass. His smile threatened to be destroyed at the feel of a hand traveling over his thigh; nails trailing gently until they found his knee.

He feels his muscles react despite the urge to resist. They flex under your touch. He swallows and turns his head slightly to look down at you. You notice the enticing sharp lines of his jaw tense in restraint. It was enough to goad you on.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush,” you interrupt his thoughts like an elephant in a china shop–frail ceramic inhibitions shattering into an infinitesimal number of pieces.  Until there was nothing but dust, nothing to put back together. He swallows, not for the first time since you sat down, apprehensive words. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to,” Renji says at last with a casual roll of his eyes. You notice that he still refuses to look at you head on, so you dig your nails into his bony knee. He flinches. An exposure of teeth when he hisses sends goosebumps fleeing over your already heated skin. He looks at you now, brows furrowed, annoyance circling darkly behind his eyes.

Your hunger grows.

“I want you,” you tell him, leaning forward, aware that your cleavage was barely contained in your tight dress. You hoped it was enough to entice him. His eyes linger on your breasts, and you watch him struggle to pull them away. When he looks up at you, his lips are slightly parted, as if he was weighing the words on his tongue. You hum at the thought of it. Curiosity fills you with fantasies about the taste of his tongue, the feel of it on your skin. “Once. Tonight.”

In the back of his mind, he is aware this is a horrible situation to be in. It felt slightly immoral. In a body that was not truly his, he desired you. He felt the dip at the pit of his stomach, felt a growing thickness between his legs. He takes in a sharp breath as he looks at you, observing your fiery gaze. He wants to admonish you but his mouth is a bloody traitor.

“I won’t be held responsible for anything,” you tell her, curling your top lip. Irritation was heavy on his voice, as he tried his best to stop himself from devouring your mouth right then and there. “If you understand…” His voice dies as he swallows thickly again. It is difficult, so he finishes the rest of his sake in one shot.

You watch him throw his head back, and picture yourself licking and sucking up the column of his neck. Your thighs rub together, and you grow tired of it; waiting and waiting for him to decide.

When he finally stands, you seize his wrist. There’s resistance at first, as you do your best to drag him away from the bar. He mentions something about the check, but you ignore him. This was your usual spot as you lived within walking distance. The bar owner knew you. If anything, they’d put it on your tab.

The walk to your place seemed longer than usual as you fought the urge to put your hands all over him. His shirt clings to his muscles in a way that you could see them flex when he moves. You try your best to forbid it–your naughty hands, but they are on his biceps as you pull along, assessing, measuring. He was strong, and the look he gives you through his lashes as he looks down at you is hot enough that you almost imagine your clothes burning away.

He snatches your wrists, and pulls on you roughly. You collide against his chest, and gasp at the feel of his hard body. “Keep this up,” he hisses as he swoops towards your face, his nose inches from yours. “And I’ll just pull you into an alley.”

You are much too old to feel this way, much too wise to think your knees feel weak but you feel your strength leave you. You were a creature of comfort, but an alley didn’t seem entirely bad at the moment.

With a promise to behave, he lets you go, and you lead him at last to your apartment. 

As you fumble with the keypad, something you’re quite embarrassed to even think about, you try to think up your next steps. Should you offer him a drink? Or would that be a further waste of time?

He seems to believe so, as he takes you in his arms the moment the door closes. His hands are in your hair, long fingers tangling in between dark curls. His tongue slips past your lips meeting no resistance. He is determined, but not eager, brushing against your tongue. You moan when he curls his tongue around yours, claiming it for a suck. He tastes of sake, and regrets.

Something prickles behind your eyes, but you push it away, deepen the kiss. Your hands roam freely now, over the planes of his muscular abdomen. They rise to his chest and you squeeze the flesh and muscle, absolutely devastated that your hands are not big enough, not strong enough to mark your territory further. So you dig your nails into his chest as he kisses down your neck. You feel him hiss, his hot breath bouncing against your marred skin. One of his hands travels from the back of your head, to dance over the small of your back until it reaches your ass.

He returns the favor, digging his fingers painfully into an ass cheek.

“Easy,” he tells you against your pulse. He nips and sucks until he feels you shudder in his arms. “I’m not that forgiving.”

The taste of danger, heavier than the red wine you drank, lingers on your tongue as he kisses you again with your face in his hands. You reach for him, blinded by the shimmering light in his hair but you grasp nothing as he tosses you back on the bed. You try to sit up to meet him but he is faster, pinning you underneath him.

You gasp as he grabs your breasts, kneading and gripping. You bite back a whimper. He frowns at you, and shakes his head once. “Now why would you do that?” he asks you. His tone was serious, chilling. You barely breathe as he releases your breasts to grasp the front of your black dress instead. A single moment of violence was enough for him to tear your dress in half with his bare hands. Your shout turns into a gasp as the blast of cool air touches your heated skin. The sound of fabric ripping haunts your ears. Fear and desire mix into a deadly concoction. Still, you swallow it all just like the sight of him above your trembling body.  “There we go,” he sings, a crooked smile tugging his plush lips. “You shouldn’t hold back. I want to hear you fall apart.”

You want to be mad; truly, you do. The dress had not been cheap, despite its light fabric. Sometimes, you paid for a brand name more than the quality. It had been her mistake, just like her choice to go bra less. She was left vulnerable, exposed. He did not hesitate to exploit any weakness, not in battle, nor in bed. His long tongue laps at an erect nipple, soft and explorative at first. When you moan, and arch into his kiss, long, hard and wet he is convinced that he made the right decision.

Tonight was the perfect time for a day off.

Your skin is addicting, sharper and more intoxicating than any drop of alcohol he had ever consumed. Your breast feels soft, and perfect under his large hand. He grips it tightly, and wonders if he will have enough time tonight to explore the rest of you; all of you. For all your boldness, you had become malleable under his touch. He smiles mockingly down at you, as you moan not for the first time, when he flicks a nipple with his thumb.

“You’re all bark aren’t you?” he asks you, and ignores the irony; ignores how in a way he can relate. He leaves a wet trail as he kisses down your sternum, and down to your belly, nipping playfully at the soft flesh under your belly button. Your nails are in his hair, and he tilts his head pulling away from you. He frowns up at you, with a mild sense of irritation. It doesn’t last long, lust taking precedence. “Don’t mess up the hair,” he tells you, and it only makes you want to do it more. You gingerly touch the pins in his hair, keeping half it up, in a silent thank you. Because of them, you're able to watch him as he runs his tongue over the string across one hip–the thin strings that keep your thong in place. The sight of his tongue, long thick and red made you even hornier. You whimper, and your eyes threaten to close when he parts your legs. He turns his mouth to your other hip, eyes closed as one hand finds your heated core. He slides a thumb, gently at first, over your fabric covered slit. Even through the thong, he feels your wetness. He hums as he drops kisses on your pelvis, tongue running along the elastic of your underwear.

“You’re not wet enough,” he states with another curl of his top lip. You swallow as you watch him pull back to stare at your cunt. It was true that you still had your underwear on, but watching him watch you with such a clinical expression was embarrassing. His frown deepens and he tilts his head. “How disappointing.”

You jolt at his words, and push him off of you. Your hands are on his thick chest and you push with all your strength, until you topple over him on the bed. “How dare you,” you hiss, straddling him. He watches you in surprise, chest rising and falling as his breath hitches. It takes a moment, a second of silence, before he smiles; big, bright and genuine. It is loathsome how it fills you with a strange sense of warmth, so you dig your hands into his hair and pull. You force him to look at you, as you put on your best mean face. “Whose fault is it that I’m not wet enough according to you? Maybe you don’t know what you’re doing.”

He laughs at you, even as you tug on his hair one more time. He brings a large hand, and curls his fingers around your thin wrist. You know in a battle of strength you could never beat him. You seize the opportunity of surprise and swoop down to bite his lower lip, with enough strength and viciousness to draw blood. He hisses into a heated kiss, smearing blood on both your mouths. 

The taste is coppery, metallic and you pretend your mouth is a furnace as you suck on his tongue, melting all his hardened edges so that you can mold him into something powerful; something beautiful.

It is lust and delusion that brings you to grasp his shirt in a pathetic attempt to rip it open, to expose the chest you so desperately want to kiss. His laugh echoes in the room, and you feel the sting of embarrassment on your cheeks. You glare at his mouth, now open as he gasps when you slip your hands under his shirt. Your eyes flutter just the feel of his muscle, at the sensation of his cock growing even harder and bigger underneath your throbbing pussy. You needed a defense, a solution; so you pull the front of his shirt all the way up and shove it in his mouth.

He amuses you, bites down on the fabric with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You ignore his absolute cheek in favor of exploring his skin instead. Ink was stark against his tanned skin, a road map of untold stories. You bring your mouth to them, tasting the secrets embedded in his tattoos. He flinches underneath you. You hear him moan as you drag your nails gently down his sides. You kiss up the middle of his chest, and move over to his collarbone. You drop feathery kisses that make him shudder. 

Your touch is light, teasing. Your mouth is a con artist, flapping its gums to sell him empty dreams. He wakes up from this false reality at the feel of your teeth under his collarbone. He bites down harder on his shirt, groaning. Drool wets the fabric and he closes his eyes as you continue to bite down his chest. You are ruthless. Your objective is clear as day to him. This is his punishment, he thinks with a muffled shout bite down on his nipple, once again leaving a mark on his skin; purple and red next to black ink. 

He had insulted you, pushed you down, and you rose like judge and jury. In his clouded thoughts, full of desire and pain, Renji thinks to himself that indeed, Justice was a woman.

His breath is ragged as you move further down to his rib cage. He tries to contain the shuddering, icy fingers of anticipation dragging beads of sweat on his skin. He tries to steady himself when he feels your teeth graze against his skin, but he is still not prepared for the onslaught. You bite along his rib cage, time and time again leaving a crescent shape of marks.

A moon of bites to match your bark. He laughs silently, shoulders shaking as he tries to contain it. He had already insulted you once, and was paying the price. He couldn’t think of what would happen next. Your hips start moving against him, and his head lolls, a moan dying in his throat. You are definitely wet enough now. He feels you soaking through his pants. His hips buck at the feel of your heat, at your teeth pinching the flesh over his belly button. 

He thinks he can take it, he thinks you’ve had enough of the torture but when you move to the side of his waist–he panics. He mumbles something but it isn’t fast enough. You bite down with a growl and his back arches, a shout that turns into a moan. His shirt soaks further with his spit, it now oozes down his chin and pools on the hollow of his neck.

You hear him mumbling, but choose not to listen. This was his own undoing, you think feverishly making up excuses as you bite under his belly button, once, twice; two marks just because. Your hands shake as they undo the buckle of his belt. It takes some effort but you manage.

“See?” you tell him, a tremble in your voice you despise makes you flush further. “You just don’t know what you’re doing,” you continue, rubbing your legs together. Slick slides down your inner thighs. It should embarrass you. You should feel shame at the way your pussy throbs, as if it was pleading to have him inside you. When you bring the zipper down, you’re taken aback, a small gasp leaves you before you can swallow it.

He chuckles at you, propping himself up by the elbows to watch you. He spits out the shirt from his mouth, but doesn’t bother to wipe his chin. “What now? Cat got your tongue?”

You look at him, and find it difficult to swallow. He had felt big, very big, when you were grinding your cunt against him but now that there was nothing but the fabric of his underwear between your eyes and his cock it became evident that you had underestimated his size.

You grit your teeth, and clench your jaw. You were no punk. This was nothing. You tell yourself this as you pull his pants down and he helps you, feeling charitable. Not that you deserve it, you think as you take in the sight of the marks left on his skin, growing darker and darker the more time flies by. He tosses his shirt and looks over at you as he sits up with amusement dancing behind his eyes. His smile is lecherous, and you notice how he grips the bed sheets tightly. Was he holding back? Was he laughing at you? You’re not sure. 

You soldier on, heart in your throat, and slide a tentative hand over the print of his cock. He looks heavy, and he feels heavy as you cup his balls. His eyes flutter close, a happy hum coursing through his body. You slide your hand over to feel his length, and you’re amazed at the girth. You were no petite girl, your hands were far from small. If you were to grip him, wholly, you had the feeling your fingers would not touch your thumb. 

“Scared?” he breathes out as he watches you grip his tip over his underwear. He blows his hair out of his face noisily. You hate how attractive that mere gesture was so you ignore him, and pull at the waistband of his boxer briefs. He tilts his head but concedes, lifting his hips so that you can pull them down. You dare not look until they’re over his ankles, until you toss them on the floor.

When you find the courage to look between his legs, you think you may have overestimated yourself. His cock is hard, a thick vein running and curling around his length. His balls looked as heavy as they felt. His tip, red, angry glistening with precum taunted you. Erect, it was flush against his belly, up to his belly button.

You can’t help it. You can’t help the hand that goes to your mouth. You can’t help your widening eyes, and the way your whole body freezes and burns at the same time. You definitely can’t help the feeling of growing wetter, hotter, the way your pussy clenches at nothing at the sight of him.

He is watching you with mild amusement, head tilted. He looks at you, lashes fluttering briefly. “That’s enough,” he says decisively. He takes action by grabbing your ankles. He pulls you towards him until you’re underneath him, caged in between his big arms. “I told you, didn’t I?” His breath is moist and warm against your cheek. He licks one, then the other. “I can’t be responsible for anything tonight. Your loss.”

His grip is strong on your hips as he flips you over, hands kneading your ass. You whimper, and grip the sheets on the bed. You think to protest, maybe ask him to go slow but you feel a sting that blooms into pleasure. You moan despite the embarrassment, feeling yourself get even wetter if it was at all possible. His hand grabs at your cunt possessively, and he rubs his fingers roughly over your underwear.

“There we go,” he says in a soft tone, encouraging, full of praise. “You know,” he begins, his tone playful, leaning down to bite up your back. You tremble under his assault, a moan following each sink of his teeth. “You might just be wet enough to take all of me. What do you think? Are you feeling greedy tonight?”

Your mouth goes dry. You open and close it, stammer like a fool, and he laughs again. You feel it against your ear when he leans down. His hands are on your ass again, rubbing circles. “I’m waiting,” he sings, licking the shell of your ear. 

“Uh–Well, I–” You begin and you feel your eyes water from shame. This was your undoing. You thought you were above it all. You thought you could be in control but even after everything, he somehow managed to get the upper hand. He chuckles darkly against your ear. His teeth bite down on your earlobe before he sucks on it. He releases it to mock you–to throw your stammering words back at you.

“You sound ridiculous,” he tells the crook of your neck. You feel him smiling there, as he pulls your ass cheeks aside to rub his erection between them; up and down. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

You take in a ragged breath. His hand is on your neck, and he squeezes thick fingers around it. “Yes,” you breath out between gasps, finding it deathly arousing to feel his thickness rubbing on your ass. 

You feel him move away, feel the bed creak. You dare to look over your shoulder, and watch him with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as he pumps his cock. His tongue is out, licking his bottom lip, eyes dark, lids heavy with barely controlled desire. 

“Show me,” he commands, his thick cock in his hand. He moves his hand slowly up his shaft as you falter. He watches you turn slowly on your back as he squeezes his tip. He bites back a moan, wanting to save it for later. His precum is smeared on his hand and he stills for a moment, as you lay on your back. You push the fabric of your thong to the side, exposing your puffy pussy. 

Renji draws a sharp breath, a hiss that turns into a low growl. He crawls over you, stealing away your breath and what's left of your senses. The sight of him is devastating. His broad shoulders make you feel prisoner to the heat between your bodies. He brushes his nose against yours, a terrifying form of intimacy that confuses you. “Good girl,” he murmurs against your lips. He clashes against you, a feverish mouth that takes no prisoners. His hands are in your hair again, messing with your curls and you can’t be bothered to be upset at how he pulls at them, how he grips and curls them around his fingers. He kisses you until you feel like he can kiss you deeper than your mouth, past your throat and lungs. He kisses you until you think you can die from this act alone. When he comes up for air, he is gripping your wrists.

“Here,” he says, bringing them to your ankles as he helps fold your legs enough to reach. “Hold these.” 

You don’t think you have any right to refuse, or rather, any weapon to battle him with. The idea of having him inside you feels like a necessity that justified any risk. You hold your ankles as you whimper, feeling him adjust his fat tip around your entrance. He rubs it against your folds, and up your slit to your clit. A moan wafts out of your mouth, a wanton song past midnight. He snickers and he slaps your cunt with his cock.

“I think…” he drags his words, the same way he drags his tip down your pussy again, to push gently against your opening. Your eyes fly open from where you had shut them in anticipation. “I really think you’re a little…” He hums pensively, pushing his tip in, slowly. He pushes a bit more, and you back arches. He’s not even halfway but the width of him makes you feel so full you fear splitting in half. “A little too greedy for your own good.”

He finishes his words as he continues to push slowly inside you, inch by inch. You’re amazed at his sudden bout of gentle consideration just as you’re amazed at his size. You can’t help clenching around him, and you hear him curse under his breath. Your stomach contracts, forcing your body to make small jittery jolts as you cling to his biceps, nails digging so hard they leave half moon marks.

“Fuck!” he hisses. His teeth are white when you look up at him, gritting as he tries to keep control. “Hey,” he says softly, voice shaking. “If you keep that up. It won’t be good for you.”

“Shut up,” you tell him, unable to think of a clever retort. What you could only think of is the feel of his thick cock inside you, settling in too comfortably as if it belonged there. You move your hips tentatively, and your eyes close, a moan shaking your body. You hear his laugh again as he starts moving against you, slow and purposeful at first.

“God damn,” he hisses, again. You hate the way he clenches his jaw. The sight of teeth, canines a bit too sharp and long, had never been arousing to you until now. “Your pussy is greedy too, huh. You can barely take me in but you keep sucking me back in for more.”

You are far too gone to be embarrassed. You release your ankles, and wrap your legs around him instead. Surprise is evident in his face by the way his brows rise, the slight widening of his eyes. You loop your arms under his, to hold on to his shoulders. Your breathing is scalding against his chin, you kiss desperately up his jawline as he moves again–thrusting into you with renewed fervor.

“Just do it,” you say quickly, a voice that sounds unhinged. “Just fuck me.” Your hands cling to him, and he scoops you up into his embrace. There is no apology, although he thought about it, as he angles his hips.

He pounds into you with more force than he needs to. He is aware of it when you cry out, when your nails pierce skin. He feels your fingers slip against his back, feels the heat of his blood smearing between his back and your palms. It isn’t enough to stop him, or guilt him. His eyes close at the feel of you, wet, tantalizing completely erotic. He looks down at your face, the sight of your disheveled makeup–mascara smeared over a temple, lipstick leaving a purple tint on your chin. He loves it. He smiles at you even as he continues to fuck you. 

“You’re a fucking mess,” he says loudly as you moan, an orgasm flooding your body like riptide. 

You can’t think. You can barely breathe. All you know, and all you need is for him to keep going. The pain is worth it. Every time he pushes in, you feel as if he will kill you, split you, eviscerate you but the moment of pain and fear is quickly followed by a new kind of pleasure.

You moan into his neck, kissing and sucking as best as you can but your strength is not even enough for that. His movements become sloppy, rogue thrusts slamming into your hips hard enough to leave bruises the next day. He grips your thighs as if you had no feelings, hard and merciless. You whimper, reach down with one hand but he is gone before you can.

He pulls out, and you feel eerily empty. He gives you no time to gather your thoughts before he grabs a fistful of your hair. He pulls you up, forcing you on your knees. His cock is coated in your cum, when he shoves it at your face. Eyes that can barely see, unfocused and hazy, take in the sight of his tip, the way Renji furiously pumps up and down his shaft.

You are not yourself, you think, as you open your mouth, tongue hanging out. 

He cums all over your mouth and face. You flinch as a drop hits your eye. You close them tightly, as he still cums some more, feel the heat of it sliding down your face. You hear his laugh as you kneel there, not daring to open your eyes.

“Stay there,” he orders you, and his footsteps fade. Your breathing is loud against your eyes. Your body feels heavy, achy and used. The footsteps come back, and you feel a cold wet rag on your face. He washes your face roughly, not an ounce of tenderness to the gesture. It surprises you then, when you open your eyes to see him smiling at you–a little softly, almost demurely. 

You have no words, and suddenly it feels awkward. Before you can say something you regret, he takes your face in his hands and kisses you. Apprehensions disappear at the taste of his tongue, he kisses the corner of your mouth, taking your hands to clean them too. “I was right,” he says, frowning down at the dried blood on your palms. “You are a fucking mess.”

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Day Nineteen - Renji Abarai {2:34am}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 | (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 1)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Kurosaki Ichigo, Kyoraku Shunsui, Ukitake Jushiro, Abarai Renji, Urahara Kisuke

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Part 2 | Part 3

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

˚₊‧꒰ა Kurosaki Ichigo — Oblivious Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა No, I’m serious. You could be in love with this idiot for years and he would not notice. However, he still treats you like one of the guys. Equality is this boy's motto. He picks you up over his shoulder without realising that it’s supposed to be bridal style. It’s worse when you tell him you're heavy and he replies with, “Just a little bit, but it's nothing to me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Would not notice the way you’ve dressed or worn his favourite colours for him, but if you ask him how you look. He’ll just respond with, “You look good.” before his sisters or father whacks him in his head for his boring compliment.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you cook though, consider yourself booked. He’s over every day for a home-cooked meal and will approve, and eat your food with gusto. Will stand up to anyone who says otherwise and will get into fights.

˚₊‧꒰ა He might see you as someone more than a friend, but still unsure of where his feelings stand. Book it down he’s protecting you while you sleep or go about your daily life from Hollows and other creatures. Doesn't like when Gotei 13 mentions you in any conversation and would fight them.

˚₊‧꒰ა In denial that you would like him back but hate whenever someone asks him to link them with you. Like no 🤚 you’re his even though you aren't his, but you are his. End of discussion.

˚₊‧꒰ა Gets weak when you stare up at him with soft eyes and still don’t understand why he feels giddy when he sees your eyes. Like everyone around him can tell and he's the last to figure it out. Uryu has grown tired of lecturing him about emotions, and so has Yoruichi.

˚₊‧꒰ა But you can bet that he enjoys your company despite the slight awkwardness. It makes butterflies flutter about in his stomach when you two are just sitting in silence. He has urges to hold your hand or touch you somewhere, but again, “Does Y/N like me?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ukitake Jushiro — Sweetheart Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა “Ah, Y/N! What a lovely surprise it is to see you here!” He is an absolute sweetheart. Teatime on days scheduled just for you two and if he isn’t able to make it, expect a long letter apologising for why he couldn’t attend. He really is sorry.

˚₊‧꒰ა Spending days indoors having lunch, dinner and tea and chatting away about life around the Seireitei. He’ll let you in on what he wishes for his future and include you indirectly through mentions of your interests being incorporated.

˚₊‧꒰ა Kyoraku is your number one hype man who forces himself around you both to act as a wingman, but he’s just there for the sake. He makes jokes only for Jushiro to stare at him like, “No, Y/N isn’t into those things.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Jushiro is so gentle and soft with every action. He'll politely ask to hold your hand as you take strolls through his headquarters and sit under the plum blossoms playing the Shamisen. His students adore you and allow you entry every time you visit. Sometimes they set you two up just to witness their captain go red.

˚₊‧꒰ა Hates when you have to participate in fieldwork because he knows how dangerous it is. Of course, he believes that you are strong enough to stand your ground. He might even arrange for days when you two can train.

˚₊‧꒰ა Will get a nosebleed if he sees you in anything revealing like that time when he went to the beach. The reason he fainted wasn’t because of fatigue but seeing you in your revealing bath suit. Kyoraku never allows him to forget.

˚₊‧꒰ა Anytime Seireitei is under attack, he rushes to you first, trusting his Lieutenants to oversee organisations.

˚₊‧꒰ა Kyoraku Shunsui — Heartthrob Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა He’ll make it clear that he’s the most desirable bachelor and you cannot resist his charm. If you're not swooning from his smooth-talking, then he’s going to up the scale. Kyoraku will cup your cheeks and make eye contact while charming you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Doesn’t make up any reasons for his flirting and would declare that he likes you, wants to be with you and all his reasons for setting up tea and drinking was to get closer. He’s determined and Nanao has seen all the antics he comes up with in the mirror, she feels also sorry for you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Protective and has no issue is getting rid of the person…should they be threatening enough. He’s not the jealous type due to his laid–back and friendly nature but hopes that people respect their boundaries and remember that you’re his. That’s something he loves to whisper any time he attempts to charm/kiss you.

˚₊‧꒰ა He gets Nanao to throw rose petals on him any time he's making an appearance—dramatic if you weren’t aware yet. Loves to drape his floral kimono over you and sometimes leave it behind to watch as you wear it when you’re cold or first thing in the morning. He considers it his good luck charm when your scent is on it.

˚₊‧꒰ა Trusts Jushiro around you and also leaves his Zanpukato with you for protection. Poetic is his flirtatious style that makes you blush or roll your eyes, there’s no in–between.

˚₊‧꒰ა Kyoraku loves to just wear his Captain’s uniform and nothing underneath so you can get a good look at his chest and muscles. It is worse when he trains with you to show off his moves, so he pins you under or against him.

˚₊‧꒰ა Never give attention to other women now that you’re in his sight. Rejects and makes it clear, “My eyes are only for lovely Y/N, my flower.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Abarai Renji — Passionate Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა Be prepared to be treated with great levels of respect. You will never have to worry about him losing his temper or cool around you, except for him and Ichigo arguing about something silly before they start fighting. Nevertheless, he will go out of his way to ensure that you’re safe and secure.

˚₊‧꒰ა He does his best to complete all his paperwork and duties early, so he can steal away and spend time with you. Whether it going to drinks or something to eat, he does his best to make as much time as possible to be around you every second.

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, you will get treated like one of the guys, in the sense that he isn’t going to be all blushing and flustered around you. He’s cool and calm, and will talk to you like an everyday walk in the park—it will leave anyone wondering if he has a crush on you or not. At the same time, the way he speaks to you is slightly different compared to others.

˚₊‧꒰ა You’ll get praise coming your way very often; never one to shy away from how he’s feeling. Upfront about his admiration which comes off as bold declarations. “You’re amazing, and I’m not afraid to say it. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Often playful and teasing, he welcomes you into the antics that he and the gang all involve themselves in. Whether it’s during training or a moment to lie back and relax, you’re not escaping his playful form of affection. “You call that a punch? How are you supposed to knock out the bad guys?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Say what you want about him having a losing streak in fights, he still has the balls to jump in and defend you. Doesn’t matter how many times he gets beaten; he always gets back up for you. And he does protect you well, stepped up a lot just for you since you’re an important soul to him.

˚₊‧꒰ა Look forward to him showing off anytime he improves or has something cool he wants to show you. You’re always the first person he comes running to because of your genuine appreciation. You’re always eager to hear and learn more from him which brings out his emotional vulnerability. The level of trust he has in you is outstanding.

˚₊‧꒰ა Urahara Kisuke — Eccentric Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა No day in your life will ever be normal from the moment he stepped into the picture. You will never catch a break, Kisuke will have you on your toes constantly guessing what next he’s going to come with. Thankfully, Tessai is there to calm his eccentric nature.

˚₊‧꒰ა Whatever you want, this man will be able to whip it up…never for free though. And no, you being his crush will not stop him from asking for something in return, it opens the door wider for him to ask. “Say Y/N, if I make this new sleeping device for you, do I get a kiss goodnight before you sleep?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’ll still be a pervert around you, in his playful teasing manner. If you’re shopping and he’s around, he’ll suggest all the raunchy outfits for you to wear. And should you scold or smack him, he’ll mutter something about wearing it in private for him alone to see.

˚₊‧꒰ა With his whole causal and laidback demeanour regarding your safety. While you were asleep, he was busy setting up seals to ward off hollows from getting close. Probably gifted you that necklace you’ve always wanted and placed a seal to keep you safe.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You know you’re quite the distraction. How am I supposed to focus on my work with you around? I know, give me a kiss and I’ll get started!” Flirtatious man, he is, and he never stops once he starts. You’ll be flustered the entire time, and he lives for it. However, within his flirtation, he does let you know how much you mean to him, subtly.

˚₊‧꒰ა Has a natural quirk for performing little and grand acts of service for you, given his ability to craft. You’re running low on supplies? You would come home one day to a box on your bed with a note attached. The last thing you would wonder about was how he got into your room.

˚₊‧꒰ა Look out for receiving tons of gifts, most of them are his quirky inventions. “I made this gadget that can brew the perfect cup of tea. Now you don’t have to worry about rushing to make tea in the mornings!”

©satsugacafé 2024: no permission to repost, plagiarise, copy or translate my work onto any other platform or this one.

[katsuma6]

Them walking in on you while you're changing. (Pre-relationship)

Inc: Grimmjow, Ichigo, Renji, Toshiro, Kisuke, Shinji, Byakuya, Aizen, Gin.

Warnings: crack, suggestive

[luvlyycy]

renji with a yapping girl.

he don't mind it, he'll listen to the best of his ability— but he's a bit of yapper himself ! you'll be talkin and he'll cut you off to speak his mind. y'all piss off ichigo to no end, give him headaches when you talk about something that gets you both excited. though, when renji senses that you feel annoying when you talk sometimes, he'll purposely bring up a subject that you love to talk about jus so he can listen. renji will hold you in his lap as you do his hair, yapping his ear off about some shit he never even heard of— but this man is still tryna understand it, he'll ask for you to re-explain things jus so next time he can give his honest opinion.

it's cute, you're cute. if you're far away from him, renji will text you that someone said something completely wrong about that one show you're passionate about jus so you can call him and explain how wrong it is. you like ranting about cats? renji will jokingly do a trivia challenge to see how many facts you know. you like talking about stupid shit n makin jokes? he's practically actin as if he's going to a comedy show. renji is so so whipped with you, and he loves when you talk his ear off— he'll hold u close n kiss your cheeks, admire your face, smile n grin, squish your cheeks, play with your hair, do your makeup routine, put skin care on u, put your heels on—

as long as you yap for him.

[hutaosfuneralparlor]

casual intimacy w them !

tracing scars, holding hands secretly, hand on your back when you're in crowded streets, playing with hands, head on chest for a afternoon nap, watching movies wrapped in blankets, burying face on the crook of their neck, stargazing while talking about everything and nothing, knees resting against each other, sleepy neck kisses, "for you, i would".

jason todd, renji abarai, suguru getou, ichigo kurosaki, megumi fushiguro, portgas d. ace, keisuke baji, ken ryuguji & your favorites

likes and reblogs are highly appreciated !

[brittscafe]

Fantasied by You

Pairing: Ichigo Kurosaki x fem! soul reaper reader

Summary: Ichigo Kurosaki simping after y/n

Request: Can you write a ichigo x Soul reaper fanfic were he like saw her once in now he keeps trying to see her when he gets the chance.

A/n: Hiii! Ofc, much love <3

Content: Ichigo being a simp and lots of fluffy content <3

Being in Soul Society was a normal thing for Ichigo Kurosaki, in fact, it was almost a daily thing. Everything stayed the same, expect for this visit.

He catches your hair whipping in the wind and his eyes widen. Ichigo feels his heart thud against his chest and a sudden need to find out who you are.

You turn around the corner and Ichigo rushes behind you. You're too far ahead of him, but he watches your every move. The way your hips sway back and forth with each step you take and how your hair moves with the wind.

"Hey," a sudden voice calls out from behind. Ichigo gasps and his body jolts as he spins around.

"Geez, Rukia. You scared the shit out of me," he comments and Rukia lets out a tiny chuckle.

"Scaredy cat," Rukia scoffs out, crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head with amusement. Ichigo rolls his eyes and lowers his head.

His return back to the world of the living is almost near, but the wind carries your scent. It intrigues him and he cocks an eyebrow.

Ichigo Kurosaki will be back very soon...

A few days later, Kurosaki returns back to the Soul Society. His eyes linger for your scent or your figure everywhere he goes. He's always on the lookout for you.

Renji's walking alongside of Ichigo, the two of them chatting and chuckling. Ichigo glances around his surroundings and his eyes capture sight of you.

Ichigo stops in his tracks, staring and admiring you. Renji stops, turning back to face Ichigo and furrowing his eyebrows with confusion.

"Who's that?" Ichigo asks, eyes gazing at you.

"Oh, that's y/n. She just recently returned from a mission. Hey, y/n! Come over here!" Renji waves you over, catching your attention. You stand up and smile, heading over to Renji and the other soul reaper.

Ichigo gulps, feeling his cheeks get redder as you approach.

"Hey...you're the substitute soul reaper right?" you ask, gazing at the orange haired man. He's tall and muscular.

"Yeah, Ichigo Kurosaki. Nice to meet," Ichigo comments with a warm smile on his face.

"Cool, I'm y/n. Well, I have a meeting to go to, but I'll see you around," you wave goodbye to Ichigo and Renji, taking off for your meeting.

Ichigo stands there in shock, jaw opened and eyes glistening. Renji smacks Ichigo in the chest and Ichigo glares over at him.

"Stop staring...weirdo," Renji huffs out, continuing to walk.

Ichigo gazes down at the ground, rolling his bottom lip underneath his front teeth. Now, he's got even more of a reason to come back to the soul society.

It's been a few months of Ichigo Kurosaki visiting the Soul Society, more often than he normally does and staying much longer. He engages in cozy, meaningful, and memorable conversation with you, the two of you getting to know each other.

Lingering looks and playful touches that have both of your faces heating up and hearts thudding.

You're sitting across from each other, knees touching and not one of you daring to move.

"Y/n..," Ichigo sighs out and you perk up your head.

"Yeah?" you search for an answer in his eyes. He stares at you, eyes glancing down at your lips then back up at your face. Your stomach tightens and churns.

"Can I take you on a date?" Ichigo asks, letting out a nervous chuckle as he swipes his hand over his hair. Your eyes widen and your stomach's uneasy knots seem to untwist.

A big smile starts to spread across your face and you excitedly nod your head.

"Yes!" your voice beams out, body jolting with excitement and happiness. Laughter arises from Ichigo and he lets out a heavy breath of relief.

"Good, I'll swing around your place at 8," Ichigo comments, reaching across and grabbing onto your hand. A shiver runs down your spine as he squeezes your hand.

Ichigo's finally got the girl he's been wanting for months...

[arabella0001]

you drunk text them part 2

characters: ichigo, renji, byakuya, shunsui, toshiro, ishida

part 1 here: urahara, aizen, grimmjow, ulquiorra

[weeping-statue]

“The loss that shaped me.”

-Angst; Blood; mentions of stabbing; nothing extremely gory; this is set in the past;

He should have protected you, he should have done better.

If he’s being honest there was a lot of things he should have done, but never did.

Like tell you he loves you more often, be more empathetic, open up about his emotions.

He knew from the start that he might lose you, either from your own hands or the enemy. But he wouldn’t let you go so easily. He made you hold on, he made you need life. If you loved him as much as he loved you, you’d stay. And stay you did, until he got sloppy.

You were cornered by the enemy, he had told you to run for it, run and don’t look back. That he’ll be fine. He just didn’t account for one of the stray enemies behind coming after you.

When he had finally managed to get out of there, adding more blood to his hands, more souls to haunt him, he went to look for you. Only to find you in a pool of your own blood. A large hole in your stomach, as if they had plunged what ever nearby object they could find into you.

It was cruel, and unfair, and all of the other words he could think of.

He ripped off a piece of fabric from his clothes, and tried to stop the bleeding, even tho he knew it wasn’t going to work.

The hope he had fought against the reality.

He only glanced up when he heard your unsteady voice, brows furrowed and jaw locked.

“All I ever wanted was to feel okay. At the time I believed my demise was the only way out. Because of that, I used to have open arms towards death, I wanted it even though it didn’t want me back. But now that my feelings are returned, I don’t know if I want it anymore. How selfish is that?”

“It’s not selfish,” he breathed out, hands gripping tightly at yours. Watching the blood drip out of your mouth with each cough.

“You worked hard, trying to- no, not trying to fix me, or save me. Trying to love me. You knew what could happen, yet you still found room for me in your heart. I can’t explain how thankful I am for you.” Your hand gently squeezed his with what little strength you had.

“Stop it. Don’t talk like that. You’re gonna be okay, I know it. We’re gonna find you help, and you’re gonna be back on your feet and in my arms like nothing happened.” That was the hope in him talking, believing his own words until he’d have to learn the hard way.

It wasn’t just a blow to his heart; but to his ego. He’s never lost, not a battle, not a game, he’s always come out on top. Or so he’d like to believe. But losing you felt different, it felt so incredibly wrong. Like this wasn’t meant to happen. Like it wasn’t real.

The moment he watched the life fade from your eyes, was the day he’d figure out how cruel the world could be. He’d never forgive it, he’d raise hell for this brutal act. Nobody could replace you, nobody could stop him until he was reunited with you.

Idv; Norton Campell, Richard Sterling, Weeping Clown, Naib Subedar.

Bleach; Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Kenpachi zaraki, Shinji Hirako, Renji Abarai, kisuke Urahara.

Rdr2; Arthur Morgan, Dutch VanDerlinde, Javier Escuella, John Marston, Sean Macguire.

[dreadsuitsamus]

Cute Aggression With Your Bleach Man Headcanons

author's note: this all started bc i wanted to bite kensei. also all of the banners you see in this post were created by the wonderful @actuallysaiyan!!! please give bacon lots of love, as she deserves every bit of it 🩷🩷🩷

pairings: kensei muguruma x gn!reader, grimmjow jeagerjaquez x gn!reader, renji abarai x gn!reader, byakuya kuchiki x gn!reader, kūgo ginjō x gn!reader

warnings: biting, grimmjow, mentions of alcohol, overall it's just fluff

Kensei is no stranger to receiving bites from partners. His big, muscled, veiny arms are just about the perfect target for anybody’s cute aggression!

So, surprisingly, it doesn't really bother him

This doesn't mean he understands, however

“Why are you like this?” He murmurs as you bite his bicep, having come up out of nowhere as he innocently reads in his armchair

It's not like you can be blamed!! He's the one wearing a compression tank top that makes him look a thousand times more delicious than he already is!!!

“‘ike ‘at?” Your teeth are still firmly latched into his flesh, but he does find the fact you're trying to still make conversation with him cute, and he kisses your temple before resuming his reading

Kensei Muguruma is soft and it's all your fault

And what's all his fault is being sleeveless all the time, thus provoking you!

He won't admit it, but he actually really loves when you bite him

You think he's cute :3

Admittedly, you don't often get cute aggression when you're with Grimmjow

Biting is often reserved for… Different feelings

But sometimes he's just the most adorable thing in this entire world, particularly when he's minding his own business, the demon on his shoulder having a nap and your teeth just itch for him

He's watching a movie, twirling a toothpick between his lips and is fully invested in the plot

You, however, are fully tuned into just how good his forearms look

You pounce right on him, your sharp teeth catching right onto one of those leanly muscled forearms

Your bite is rather strong, though it isn't as if Grimm doesn't deserve it

“Oi!” Grimm leaves the toothpick between his teeth as he uses his strong fingers to push your lower jaw together and release the bite. “Take me to dinner first!”

You're forced off of him quickly, and your boyfriend quickly tackles you to the floor

His bites can't exactly be chalked up to ‘cute’ aggression, though they’re certainly belligerent

Not that you mind these different feelings from him

As much as Renji tries to be cool and collected, he fails at it

The man is a bit of a klutz, and when he gets embarrassed he turns an adorable shade of pink!

So he sees more than his fair share of cute aggression from you

And goodness he doesn't get it. Which only spurs you on further!

It's movie night, and Renji’s decided to get fancy and make the popcorn on the stovetop rather than do the usual microwave popcorn

He's humming to himself, the kernels popping as if to his beat and he can't help but shimmy his hips a bit

He has got to spend less time on TikTok; he's had the same song in his head for days!

“Twin? Where have you been?” He sings, swinging his hips like they don't lie

There's a giggle from the doorway and Renji swings around, eyes wide and he knocks the lid from the pot in his haste

Popcorn begins to fly everywhere, and Renji’s socked foot slips on a bit of oil he spilled and subsequently forgot about, slamming right onto the floor

Your chest fills with love and you curl your fists before jumping on him, squeezing his face into your chest as hard as you can while layering kiss after kiss on him

The sore butt isn't very nice, but he decides he can make peace with it!

Cute isn't the first thing that comes to mind when you see your darling husband. Handsome, certainly. Refined, even. A big dork, absolutely!

Though it's during an evening tea time on the terrace when you first look at him and feel such… positive emotions that it makes your teeth clench and hands ache to pinch and squish his cheeks

He's beside you on the swing, having a sip from his teacup as the warm sun sets. His hair is silky and long, his lashes practically kissing his pale skin as he enjoys the warm tea

Your hands are already clasped together, fingers laced tightly. Byakuya can't help but run his thumb over your wedding band; it's a Kuchiki family heirloom and it's never looked better than right on your finger

And you'll swear on your life that when you brought his hand to your lips, it was just for a kiss to his knuckles

But your jaw had other plans, and that's when you oh so gently bite his hand. It isn't for long, and you do place an apologetic kiss after!

And then you realize yourself right after, and look up to find steel blue eyes staring at you with quizzical undertones

“What on earth are you doing?”

Laughing nervously, heat flushes the back of your neck. “I… I don't know. You looked so… so cute and sweet that I couldn't help myself.”

“Hm. Consider yourself, should this urge rise again. Such behavior is unbecoming of a Kuchiki, as you are aware.”

An attempt to hide how flustered and perhaps even pleased he is behind his next draw of tea is fruitless versus the pastel pink on the bridge of his nose

Despite living in a constant state of bastard, you find that Kūgo is often quite adorable!

He pouts rather habitually, though he doesn't always mean to

Whether he's rolling out pasta dough or working on his latest charcoal drawing, his lips press together in his bout of concentration, and sometimes the little pink tip of his tongue peeks out too

He loves to be on the receiving end of your overwhelming positive feelings so much that you almost think he does these things intentionally

But he's a bad actor, so it can't ever be anything but genuine

You hear some rustling downstairs and check the time: Kūgo must be home from his night out with his friends

You round the corner to see him sitting halfway up the stairs, his long body stretching out as he reaches towards you with a dopey smile on his face; he's plastered

And you want to be angry! He promised not to get drunk; you're set to have brunch with your parents tomorrow, and he's quite the bitch when he's hungover!

But then he makes the grabby hands and that pout comes to his lips, and his big brown eyes are so sad now too

“You're so cute, I wanna die.” You hop down to his level and crush him in a hug, swaying side to side as you coo, blowing a raspberry on his cheek too

Kūgo giggles at that, his cheeks turning red as he begs you to stop!

Which, of course, only continues the cycle! It takes ten minutes before you can finally get up to bed!

He's not quite as cute when he's hungover, but there's still enough of something precious in the man's pathetic, self-inflicted misery to earn him a kiss on the cheek

[queserasora]

ABARAI RENJI X FEM READER | NSFW WORD COUNT: 3.6k (my condolences to everyone, I wanted it shorter but alas) CONTENT WARNINGS: voyeurism?, renji has a hard time keeping his hands to himself even in the presence of others, he doesn't care who sees, renji is mean and a bully, nipple play, biting, licking, blood play, renji is a damn freak and nothing phases him, a sprinkling of anal play, some choking, and someone gets slapped with a penis--don't ask questions, mouth fucking, if i missed something i'm sorry this man won't let me live

Meetings in Soul Society were tense, formal, and absolutely boring, even with Shunsui leading. It was a change of pace from the way Yamamoto would conduct them, but it still felt as if time barely moved. 

Time was a tricky thing; finicky, ill tempered. Sometimes too much, and at others: never enough.

Just like there was never enough time for Abarai Renji to run his hands along the curves of your body. You were busy laughing with Rangiku, who spills a drink over her exposed cleavage as she giggles. Renji widens his eyes in an attempt to stop himself from rolling them. You had insisted you needed to let loose. You had clenched your jaw so tightly during the meeting, you complained of soreness. Renji watches you throw back a drink. He follows the path of a drop of sake as it trails over the edge of your chin, and down the column of your neck.

He swallows as it disappears between your breasts. 

“Rangiku!” you whine, and raise a hand to clap the blond on the back. Rangiku hiccups and leans over the table, her pale cheeks turning crimson. For someone who adored her alcohol, she had an uncanny ability to become quickly inebriated. “I’m not done talking. Hang in there!”

Renji laughs softly, a crooked smile stretching his lips. The dim interior lighting of the barracks catches one of his canines as he approaches behind you. His hands are warm over your uniform, as they trail over your hips. 

“Leave her,” he tells you, his breath hot against your ear. You smack your lips, still tasting sake coating your tongue. His chest is hard against your back as he leans into you. “She’ll down another bottle in a few minutes and be down for the count anyway.” You blink, trying to push away the heat trickling down your spine, and pat Rangiku’s arm repeatedly. 

“She invited us over, Renji,” you remind him, lips drawn thin. You tried your most firm tone. Something that you find increasingly difficult the more Renji gets comfortable kissing the soft spot behind your ear. “It is impolite.” He scoffs against your ear, one hand falling on the curve of your ass. You start to formulate another counterattack but he grips a cheek tightly, until his fingers dig into your flesh, scattering all the thoughts in your head.

Matsumoto stirs, and suddenly sits up. “Ah!” she shouts suddenly enlightened. Her smile is bright, eyes a little unfocused as she searches your face. “I have snacks. Do you want snacks? Everyone loves snacks.”

Renji’s laugh comes in low and gruff. It scratches over the nape of your neck, as he brushes your hair to the side. You swallow and clap your hands.

“I can get them for you!” you announce, stepping away from where Renji had boxed you in. You hear him groan, and you take a deep breath thankful for the reprieve. “If you tell me where you put them.”

“No!” Rangiku counters, slapping one hand on the table. She stands up suddenly, and sends her chair clattering with a swing of her hips. “Oops,” she says, and begins to reach for it, but you’re quicker, bending over to put it back upright. “Oh, thank you but–anyway–I can get them. I am the host, after all.”

Renji watches you silently, tapping one hand against his thigh. He could still smell the scent of your shampoo, and you had the audacity to bend over in his presence. His tongue darts out to lick a corner of his lips. He feels parched, so he reaches for the abandoned bottle of sake on the table; the same one Matsumoto had been drinking from. He takes a long drink, and tears his eyes away from your ass–its roundness minimized by the shapeless drape of the shihakusho. Renji didn’t often envy anything from the living, but he was beginning to think the Shinigami uniform was in desperate need for a revamp. 

He moves quietly, slides a large palm over the curve of your ass. You reach out quickly, and swat it away. “We can get it, Matsumoto,” he says congenially, his hand casually sliding over your crack. “It wouldn’t be a problem. You can stay sitting right there.” His fingers push forward, sneaking their way towards your core even over your clothes. You reach behind you and seize his wrist, the best you can manage is to just stop his movements slightly. His show of strength is  more arousing than you’d ever admit. He must sense your goosebumps, or even worse–somehow smell your arousal like a horny beast. 

You think about stepping on his foot, and just when you bend your knee, Rangiku begins moving. She waves a hand in the air as she walks towards you, and drops her hand on your shoulder. Renji’s finger starts moving again. The tip of his middle finger reaches the end of your slit, and you swallow a gasp as he rubs you over the cloth of your uniform.

“It’s okay,” she says with a small smile, her hand still on your shoulder. You bite on the inside of your cheek, when your hold on Renji’s wrist loosens. He takes advantage of your weakness, and pushes his finger forward, dipping the fabric of your uniform into your already wet pussy. “I got it. You guys wait right here.”

Rangiku looks away from you and up at Renji, lashes fluttering slightly. He smiles down at her, and her pink cheeks. There’s a glint in her eyes that makes him chuckle. Maybe she wasn’t that drunk after all.

“Take your time,” Renji says, brushing Rangiku’s hand off your shoulder, He grasps the shoulder possessively as he leans over you to peer closer at Matsumoto. His finger digs deeper into you. You taste copper as you bite down harder on your cheek. “We are very good at keeping each other entertained.”

Rangiku steps away, and you feel as if you can breathe again–although just barely. When her back is turned you swat Renji’s hand away. He chuckles next to your ear, even as you reach behind him to pinch his ass. He hisses, his gaze heated as it courses over your body. You react quickly, reach out and pinch his side. He tries to evade your attacks, laughing as his eyes sparkle with mischief. You slap his chest, and he wraps his fingers around your wrist. His warmth spreads up your arm as he pulls you into him, wraps one arm around your waist. You sense his arousal through his clothes, feel his half hardened erection against your belly. There’s a heat that pools at the pit of your stomach, one that threatens to steal away your decorum. His eyes train on your mouth, and your lips part as you take in a sharp breath.

“Don’t give me that look,” you warn him, your brows set together on your forehead. Your voice sounds convincing even to your own ears, but your legs betray you as they rub together in anticipation. Your words are useless. There were no weapons you could arm yourself with to keep Renji at bay when he looked at you the way he was looking at you right now; ravenous, fiery, all consuming.

He picks you up before you can breathe again. Tosses you on the table. The bottle of sake topples over, the last remains spilling over on the wooden top. It soaks into your black kimono, but you pay it no mind. You’re too busy brushing your tongue against Renji’s. His mouth is fire against yours; a candle’s flame to rice paper, disappearing everything within its heat. His fingers are thick and callused as he slides them over your thighs having pushed up both the black fabric and your white undergarments. 

“She’ll come back any minute,” you mumble against his mouth, his hands squeezing your thighs. You whimper as he nips at your bottom lip and pulls roughly. He simply laughs at you, his breath bouncing against the apple of your cheeks, as he drags his searing mouth across your skin. 

“Maybe she will,” he says in a song, his tongue flicking out to lick your earlobe. You shiver in his embrace, his hands slipping over your hips. “Maybe she won’t.” He picks you up quickly, pulling at the fabric roughly to release it from underneath your ass. “You don’t have to worry about that.” He slips his fingers between your ass and the table, searching and gripping. You mumble against his open mouth kisses, his saliva making your bottom lip glisten.

“Don’t,” you whisper, as he bites your chin, and further down following the length of your neck. Your hands sweep over the expanse of his back, feeling the muscles rippling under your palms when he moves. “You’re always trying something.” Your fingers slither up the back of his neck, and tangle in his crimson locks. His fingers are mischievous and intrusive. They fondle the supple flesh of your ash, fingers reaching deeper and deeper towards your crack. You wiggle, trying to stop his hands with your weight.

“Come on,” he goads you in a playful whine. He scatters kisses across your cheeks, kisses the corners of your mouth. “Just the tip,” he mumbles against your jaw. You feel his lips stretch when he smiles, and you let out an unattractive squawk when he pushes the tip of one finger against your puckered hole. 

“Seriously!” you hiss angrily, pulling on his hair in a petty act of revenge, stopping his laughter short. You take his bottom lip between your teeth and bite down until you taste his blood on your tongue. He hisses, and moans when you release his lip, and presses his mouth tightly against yours for a prolonged kiss. “I hate you,” you groan, licking his injured lip.

Renji chuckles as you let go of his hair to bring your hand to his face. You brush your thumb along his wound, smearing blood across one cheek. He smiles when you touch his lip with your finger tips, his canines sharp and teasing. Gently, he nips at your fingertips.

“Ok, liar,” he says around your index finger as he sucks on it noisily. “So you hate me. I wanna see your tits.”

You pull your hand away sharply and glare at him. You have no idea where he made the connection, but have no plans on making him explain himself. It would be pointless and every second wasted was every second closer to Rangiku's return. 

“Tsk,” you click your tongue and quirk an eyebrow. Renji reaches up to brush his thumb along it. He trails hot fingers along your temple, and down your cheek. He follows the shape of your jaw, and settles his hand neatly on your throat.

“Show me,” he demands, squeezing his fingers around your throat. 

There’s a moment you hesitate, one where you consider defying him, but you know that it would only result in your shihakusho being torn apart. You undo your kimono, and your garment underneath. It falls off your shoulders, and pools around your elbows. Renji takes in the smoothness of your skin, and the thin white bandeau that keeps your tits in place.  He looks up, a brow juts up as he dons an impassive look.

“What,” you mouth as he stares at you. He shakes his head softly and reaches out. In a swift move, he yanks down your bandeau causing you to gasp. The air feels cool against your hardened nipples, and you instinctively let go of Renji to bring them to your breasts. He swats your hands away, and makes space for himself. His mouth is unforgiving, as he curls his tongue around a nipple. His hand finds the solitary breast, gripping and kneading without restraint. You try not to moan, try to keep your breathing in check, but the wetness soaking through your panties is a stark reminder of your weakness for his touch, his kisses, the heat of his skin.

He slurps as he brings the other nipple to his mouth, squeezing your breast tightly. You moan, biting down on your lip to try to keep quiet, but his mouth is so hot you fear you’ll melt if he keeps up. Your back arches when he bites down on the underside of your breast, and you bite your tongue in the middle of a cry.

“Quiet,” he tells you as he licks a wet path between your breasts. “The walls are made of paper or did you forget that little detail?” You watch him, chest heaving, as he bites across your breasts, leaving red and purple marks on your skin. You bring a hand up against your mouth and bite down on the soft pad of your palm, underneath your thumb–anything to keep from crying out again when Renji drags the tip of his wet tongue in circles around an abused nipple.

Your muffled moans are enough to drive him crazy. Renji thought he was a man of restraint. Perhaps it was delusion, an over inflated ego, but he always thought he was in control yet the way you’re reacting has him questioning everything. You jut your hips against his hardened cock, seeking out friction between your legs as he slurps loudly around a nipple. He is so impossibly hard he thinks he can’t take it for much longer. He looks up through his lashes at you, watches you shut your eyes tightly and bite down on your hand where you leave imprints in the shape of your teeth. 

You had done so good at keeping quiet. Such a good girl, he should definitely reward you if he was a better man. He contemplates challenging you, contemplates pushing you further to see how much more you can take but when he sees a trickle of blood slink slowly down your wrist he thinks better of it.

“Okay, okay,” he concedes, pulling away from your breast with a pop. His lips are glistening, and there’s a trail of drool oozing down his chin. Renji reaches for your hand, pulls it away from your mouth, and kisses your bite. He looks down at where you broke skin with a frown, and licks it gently. “You don’t want to get caught so badly you’d hurt yourself before that happens,” he mumbles against your skin. He looks up at you from where he’s kissing your palm. He laps at the little blood smeared on your skin with soft licks. “Shame on you.”

There’s a whimper in the back of your throat, one you try to swallow at the sight of Renji’s thick red tongue lapping at your small wound. It was insignificant and had stopped bleeding, but he tended to it like you were made of porcelain. 

“I told you, Rangiku will be back any minute,” you tell him, snatching your hand away.

“If you don’t want to get caught,” he says out of the corner of his crooked grin. “Since you can’t keep quiet, how about you suck my dick then.”

His smile broadens when you narrow your eyes at him. There’s a noisy breath coming your nose when you breathe out, that makes him chuckle. Wordlessly, you jump off the table, and lower yourself in front of Renji. His hand is large and heavy when he places it on your head. When you look up, he strokes your hair softly. 

“Go ahead,” he tells you, looking down his nose at you. “Be a good girl for me.”

There’s an art to finding treasure, and your fingers are sonars as they slip under layers of cloth. You find him after a few moments, and wrap both hands around his shaft. He was large, and thick and heavy. You smack your lips, feeling your mouth water. It was futile thinking you could fit all of him in, but you always tried, and he always mocked you. Your hands move gently, as you stroke him. His tip is pink, and bulbous, a shimmery glob of precum sitting temptingly on his slit. You dip forward, tongue out, eyes fluttering close to lick the precum off his cock but no sooner do you get a taste that you hear footsteps enter the room next door.

You still, frozen in the moment, as your heart seizes then runs at an alarming speed. Heat floods your veins, and blood rushes to your face. You look up quickly at Renji, seeking a plan of action, but he only tilts his head at you in confusion.

“Go on,” he mouths, his voice barely making a sound. You blink up at him, brows drawing together. You begin to protest but Renji grips your chin with a large hand, and presses down on your bottom lip with his thumb. “Open,” he whispers. You’re not sure why you obey, perhaps it’s the dark clouds behind his eyes, or the way his jaw is set, but you slacken your own and allow him to push his cock into your mouth–inch by inch until you gag.

You blink through the tears, and gag repeatedly every time Renji thrusts into your mouth. You focus on breathing through your nose, as you reach out to grab the back of his thighs. His cock barely fits in your mouth, and you look up to see him wincing, brows knitting together with each stroke. There’s a heat between your legs that grows with each snap of his hips, each little soft grunt and groan he gives.

“Teeth,” he mumbles, and grabs a fistful of your hair. He pulls out and you gasp loudly, a string of drool keeping your bottom lip and the tip of his fat cock connected. “Less teeth.”

You nod silently, eyes darting to the opposing wall. You see shadows past the shoji screens that divide the rooms of the barracks. If you could see them, could they see you? You look up at Renji, and think you should stop this lewd adventure, but he slaps his cock against your mouth, startling you back into reality.

“Come on,” he says quietly with an impish grin, one that makes you feel hot and tingly. He rubs the tip of his cock across your lips. “I thought you said Rangiku would be back any minute now.”

When you open your mouth to cuss him out, he shoves his cock inside again, making you gag. You hold on to his hips this time, shutting your eyes tight. You could hear voices next room, as you fight your gag reflex. The slick between your legs is no longer contained by your panties. You feel it slipping down your thighs. You moan as he fucks your mouth, gripping the flesh of his hips. You slide your hands towards his ass, and grab tightly, fingers pushing into his flesh with enough force to bruise.

Renji grabs fistsfuls of your hair, and looks down at you with parted lips. His pants are soft, but grow desperate with each stroke. The way you gag every time he pushes deep makes him want to go faster, but there’s tears rolling down your cheeks–the ones your lashes can’t contain, and as much as he wants to keep fucking you until you’re sobbing on his cock, he thinks there is a limit to what you’d let him get away with.

“You look so pitiful,” he tells you in a whisper. His tone is light, and teasing. “You hear that?” He asks you, and points his head next door. “Sounds like Captain Kuchiki. Wonder what he’d think if he saw you in this state.”  You blink up at him and moan, as he picks up the pace in which he’s fucking into your hot mouth. There’s drool running down your chin, and down your neck. It pools over your breasts, and seeps into your pulled down bandeau. His thrusts get faster, more violent, and your tits jiggle with each movement. You’re embarrassed at how turned on you are at the idea of someone seeing you, kneeling there, half dressed, tears running down your face as Renji fucks your mouth with his fat cock. Renji laughs softly, and strokes one of your cheeks.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asks you with a small frown. He chuckles again. You moan around his cock, the vibrations causing him to shiver. Renji closes his eyes to focus on the feeling of your tongue pressing against the length of his shaft, how smooth and hot the inside of your cheeks are. He hears the voices next door become quizzical, thinks he hears them talking about you. He smiles and bites down on his lip. What you didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you. “Don’t worry, I’m not about to stop you.”

His thrusts stutter as he feels himself close. He plunges forward, shoves his cock deeper into your mouth until you’re gagging so loudly in between your moans and pants that he’s sure they can hear you next door. He pulls your head back with a yank, and uses his free hand to furiously pump his cock. You watch through your tears, the fat tip peeks through his large fist with each vicious stroke, until hot white cum shoots out. It coats your breasts, and slides down your belly. You’re trying to catch your breath, taking big gulps of air. Your legs feel numb, but Renji pulls up your bandeau, and dresses you quickly. 

He pulls you up into his arms, holds you gently, against him. You hum as you grip his arms. His breath fans across your cheek as he kisses his way to your ear and whispers: “Just a heads up: they’ve been watching us all along.”

[faintrustle]

Hair down ABARAI RENJI:

[katsuma6]

Asking Bleach men if they have a crush on you while you're already dating.(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

♡ Grimmjow, Ichigo, Renji, Shinji, Urahara, Aizen.

[satsugacafe]

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 1)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Kurosaki Ichigo, Kyoraku Shunsui, Ukitake Jushiro, Abarai Renji, Urahara Kisuke, Hirako Shinji

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

➳❥ Kurosaki Ichigo

Your forehead. He doesn’t see the need for any ostentatious displays of affection—simplicity suited him. Plus, he loved how natural it felt, and how it allowed him to express his emotions without overwhelming either of you. After a particularly gruelling Hollow hunt, you’d often find him leaning down to brush his lips softly against your forehead, his breath warm as it fanned over your skin. “You alright?” he’d mutter, his hand cupping your face. It wasn’t just after battles, though.

You could be talking about the most mundane things—your day, a ridiculous encounter at the shop—and he’d lean in, pressing a brief kiss there as if to say, I’m listening. I care. Ichigo’s gaze would linger afterwards, his brown eyes sincere, almost protective. Sometimes you teased him for it, calling it ‘fatherly.’ He’d scowl, muttering under his breath, “Tch, whatever,” but the faint pink dusting his cheeks gave him away. He might not have said it outright, but in those quiet moments, the press of his lips on your forehead said everything.

➳❥ Kyoraku Shunsui

Your neck. Whether it was a fleeting peck during a casual moment or something more lingering when the mood shifted, he never missed an opportunity. It often began with playful teasing. “Ah, my dear, have I told you today how irresistible you are?” he’d purr, leaning in close as his warm breath grazed your skin. You’d roll your eyes, half-laughing, half-anticipating, and then his lips would land on the curve of your neck, firm yet tender. He’d hum contentedly as if savouring every second, his hat tilting forward slightly as he leaned into you.

Sometimes it was playful; he’d nip gently, grinning at your gasp before soothing the spot with a soft kiss. Other times, it was grounding, a silent reassurance that he was there, especially on days when the weight of his responsibilities loomed heavy. “Don’t go overthinking now,” he’d murmur, pressing his lips just below your ear. You’d shiver, half-annoyed at how effortlessly he disarmed you, but you couldn’t deny the comfort his affection brought.

➳❥ Ukitake Jushiro

Loved kissing your hands. It was such an intimate yet understated gesture that spoke volumes about his adoration. After a long day, he’d reach for your hand almost absentmindedly, his thumb tracing gentle patterns over your knuckles. Then, as if compelled by an invisible force, he’d lift it to his lips and place a soft kiss on your fingers. It wasn’t unusual for him to do it mid-conversation, whether you were debating the best way to brew tea or reminiscing about something silly.

“You have the most beautiful hands,” he’d whisper softly with genuine admiration. On tougher days, when his illness weighed heavier than usual, he’d seek solace in the gesture, his kiss lingering as if drawing strength from the connection. “Don’t mind me,” he’d say softly, his voice warm but tinged with weariness. It wasn’t just affection—it was gratitude, reverence, and love, all conveyed through that simple act.

➳❥ Abarai Renji

At the top of your head. It wasn’t something he planned—it just felt right, plus he’s tall. Whether you were seated beside him on the sofa, standing on tiptoes to reach something high, or simply leaning into him, he’d instinctively bend down and press his lips against your hair while snaking his arms around your waist. It became a habit, one that made you roll your eyes but secretly adore. “What?” he’d grumble whenever you caught him at it, his face reddening slightly. “It’s not weird or anything.”

The truth was, he found it comforting. It grounded him. Sometimes, after sparring sessions or particularly rough days, he’d hold you close, his forehead briefly resting against yours before he’d lean down to kiss your head, his arms tightening around you. “You’re my safe place,” he admitted once, barely above a whisper. You hadn’t said anything, just buried your face in his chest, but he’d caught the smile you tried to hide, and it only made him kiss your head more often.

➳❥ Urahara Kisuke

Cheeks for the cheeky man. He found it endlessly amusing how such a simple gesture could fluster you so easily. “What’s the matter?” he’d tease after planting a loud, exaggerated smooch on your cheek. “Don’t tell me you’re shy now!” It wasn’t always playful, though. On quieter days, when the shop was closed, and the two of you sat together sipping tea, he’d lean over and press a softer, more deliberate kiss to your cheek. “You’re too good to me, you know,” he’d say, the usual mischief in his tone replaced by something gentler.

You’d wave him off, telling him to stop being so dramatic, but the way your cheeks puffed up and became rounder would always betray you. Of course, Kisuke never let you live it down, often sneaking in surprise cheek kisses at the most inconvenient times—while you were focused on a task or mid-sentence. “Gotcha,” he’d chuckle, dodging your swats with infuriating ease. Despite his antics, every kiss carried a weight of affection that made your heart skip a beat.

➳❥ Hirako Shinji

Your neck. Shinji simply loved the way you would scrunch up or curl away when his lips found purchase there, knowing it was a sensitive area. Your reactions were to die for, and yet, it never once prevented him from surprising you with a kiss to the area. Whether you’re cooking, inspecting something, talking on the phone or watching TV, Shinji would sneak from behind with his arms snaking around your waist to bury his face and litter kisses.

He enjoys your squeals, the way you squeak his name or how you flail about, and if he catches you in a good mood, the way you melt into his touch. You visibly sag and relax under his ministrations while he continues to pepper kisses up and down your neck. At night, his face is always pressed up in that small spacing, lips inches away from your pulse, probably fell asleep in the middle of kissing you. It’s also how most tickle fights begin or when he wants to disappear from the world.

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[muzansfangs]

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍

“𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯” 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘖3 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 @/𝘮𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ‘𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴’. 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵!

• CHAPTER ONE: INTO THE WOLF’S DEN

• CHAPTER TWO: PERDITION

• CHAPTER THREE: A TUMULTUOUS MORNING

• CHAPTER FOUR: THE DEAL

• CHAPTER FIVE: HUNGER

• CHAPTER SIX: LIFE IN KARAKURA

• CHAPTER SEVEN: CRAVINGS

• CHAPTER EIGHT: HI, DAD

• CHAPTER NINE: THE HERO

• CHAPTER TEN: THE VILLAIN

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if i could i would totally marry bleach art.

look at this. literally masterpieces.

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