#abarai renji x you

[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.”

[seireiteiqueen]

Day Nineteen - Renji Abarai {2:34am}

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Word Count: 0.7k

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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[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.

[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.

[faintrustle]

Hair down ABARAI RENJI:

[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

[dreadsuitsamus]

Bleach Men Taking Your Baby to the Grocery Store Headcanons

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

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

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

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

But goddammit do those baby eyes make him waver

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Daddy, can has kiss?"

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

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

"Daddy, can has this?"

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

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

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

Byakuya is a strict but ultimately fair father

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can we have curry?”

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

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

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

“Yes?” He hums

“Can we have a treat tonight?”

“What sort of treat?”

“A surprise treat. Please, Daddy?”

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

But she did say please

“Mm… I suppose.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Because her tummy is upset.”

“Why?”

“... I don't know.”

“Why?”

“I don't know!”

“Why?”

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

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

“Why?”

“Because now Daddy has a headache.”

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

“All bedder?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can you pick up a pregnancy test too?

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

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

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

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

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

“Want snack.”

“Too bad. Let's go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

“I said no.”

“No ma'am!”

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

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

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

“Stay put; I’ll be right back.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop stealing!!!!”

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

[ninibeingdelulu]

Captivating

The lazy afternoons are his favorite times - just you two lounging in the peaceful quiet of his bedroom after a hectic week.

You're curled up comfortably amongst the rumpled sheets, fully engrossed in whatever novel has currently captured your imagination.

He loves the look of serene contentment washing over your features as you get lost between those pages.

Rather than napping or occupying himself otherwise like usual, he finds himself utterly transfixed watching you read instead.

The way your eyes flit rapidly across each new line, your lips mouthing certain words unconsciously under your breath, fingers absently toying with a stray lock of hair - he catches every tiny mannerism and nuance like a lovesick teenager.

Occasionally you'll gasp or giggle at an amusing passage, entire face lighting up with such unbridled delight that his chest clenches instinctively.

In those moments, you resemble that enchanted little girl he first fell for - uninhibited and radiating pure, unfiltered joy from deep within.

When you shift positions, tucking arms and legs into new cozy configurations snugly, he has to resist the overwhelming compulsion to reach out and pull you flush against his chest protectively.

He craves drinking in your warm flowery scent intermingled with hints of their freshly laundered detergent all afternoon if possible.

Sometimes you'll pause to bite your plump bottom lip in pensive concentration, and his eyes instantly fixate there helplessly.

He fantasizes about leaning over and capturing that lush pout between his own teeth next while chasing away any nagging thoughts still lingering with unhurried kisses instead.

Inevitably you'll realize he's been unabashedly ogling your relaxed form for who knows how long. Flushing self-consciously, you'll playfully toss your book aside to pepper his stoic visage with indignant kisses until he cracks the faintest lopsided grin of pure contentment in return.

Because truly? He has no control over how maddeningly captivating each gorgeous facet composing your very essence proves to his complete undoing.

How helplessly enamored he is to simply study and appreciate you existing beside him like the most priceless, sacred treasure imaginable.

cloud strife, megumi fushiguro, satoru gojo, suguru geto, rin itoshi, sae itoshi, yoichi isagi, michael kaiser, sasuke uchiwa, shoto todoroki, levi ackerman, jean kirstein, renji abarai , leon kennedy

[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...

[hutaosfuneralparlor]

they look so good omfg (i love renji sm)

the art in bleach is on another level

likes/reblogs are highly appreciated !

[actuallysaiyan]

Showing Your Loyalty(Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, oral sex(male receiving), rough oral sex, degradation, praise, bodily fluids, dub con, face fucking, dark themes word count: 0.9k pairings: Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader summary: Renji overhears you talking about how you'd fuck Kenpachi during a game of Truth or Dare with your gal pals, so he teaches you a lesson in loyalty... taglist: @beneathstarryskies @misty-angerose @seireiteihellbutterfly @yeowangies @benkeibear

“You think you can just run your mouth like that? I heard what you said.” Renji grunts as he grips your hair.

“Ren, I’m sorry! We were all just playing a dumb game.”

He looks at you, wondering how exactly to punish you. There’s only one thing on his mind. Only one way to truly show you how you can make it up to him. After the bullshit you’ve been pulling today and how you’ve been acting lately.

“You’re playing around with me and it pisses me off. I thought I had a loyal girl,” Renji growls as he pushes you down onto your knees. “I heard what you said with the girls. You said you wanted to fuck Kenpachi, huh?”

With one hand still holding your hair tightly, the other one undoes his pants and pulls them down. His hard cock slaps against his abdomen, and your eyes widen when you see all that precum leaking from it. You can tell that he’s pent up and angry, but also he’s very aroused.

“Gonna put this mouth to good use. Since you want to be a brat and mouth off, I’m going to make you pay for what you said.”

Renji forces you down onto his cock. Your mouth hangs open as the thick girth of him splits open your lips. You moan as the musky flavor of him hits your tongue. Your eyes water as he begins pumping his hips. You gag and choke the minute the head of his cock hits the back of your throat. Renji holds you down there for a few minutes, with your nose pressed into his dark pubic hair.

“Awhh what’s the matter, angel? Can’t talk? Maybe this is all your pretty mouth is good for.”

He begins pumping his hips once more, making you bob up and down his cock. His fingers stay tangled in your hair, forcing you up and down to his pleasure. Drool dribbles from your plump lips, dripping down your chin and onto your shirt. Your heart races as you try your best to steady yourself.

“You gonna swallow my cum, honey? Gonna be a good girl for me this time?”

Renji growls as you swallow around him. He can feel a tingling sensation in his spine. His legs are shaking as you continue to suck him off. He pulls you off his cock to breathe, and he looks down at you with such a hungry look in his eyes. Renji slaps your lips with the tip of his cock, laughing at your pathetic little reaction.

“Oh? You don’t like being treated like such a slut? Maybe you should be loyal to your boyfriend.”

He then pushes you back down to swallow his length. You choke and sputter, breathing through your nose as best as you can. Your hands come out to hold onto his thighs as Renji begins fucking your mouth once more. The grunts and growls that erupt from him are downright animalistic.

“Come on, honey! You can suck cock good. I know you can cause you have sucked my cock the best…or is this because you’d rather choke on my former captain’s cock? Is that it? Wanna choke on Kenpachi’s horse cock?”

Renji’s words are going straight to your core. You attempt to squeeze your thighs together for a little relief. Renji smirks as he sees the way you react to his goading. He knows you’ll be a good girl, but he wants to test you. He knows you’ve had an innocent crush on Kenpachi for some time.

“Does he know how easy it is to make you cum? I bet you fantasize about that.”

You whine and try to steady yourself. Renji pushes you down till your nose presses down onto his pubic bone. And his hips still keep going. He’s fucking your throat at his point. One of his hands comes down to feel him bulging in your throat.

“Gonna make me cum, princess. I need you to swallow it all.”

Your eyes widen as you look up at him. He’s smirking as he watches you attempt to take even more of his cock. You’re just drooling all over his shaft at this point. Your tongue is out, trying to lavish his balls. Renji feels his knees buckling again. He’s so close, yet he wishes this could last forever.

“You gonna be my good girl?”

You try to say ‘yes’ with your mouth so full of cock. Renji grunts at the way you’re being so obedient right now, but it’s not like you’ve got much of a choice. He begins to fuck your face faster. His balls are slapping against your chin with every rough thrust.

“Fuck—oh fuck your mouth is so fucking good,” Renji whines. “I’m fucking cumming! Swallow it all!”

His cock throbs with every pulse of his cum sliding down your throat. You moan and whimper; the vibrations adding to the already intense sensations of him cumming. His legs shake as the waves of electric pleasure wrack through his body. Then slowly, he stops moving his hips and lets go of your hair.

“Open your mouth,”

You do as commanded, showing him how you swallowed every little drop. Then Renji leans down and gives you a deep kiss. Tasting himself on your tongue makes his cock twitch agonizingly. When he pulls away, he’s got a bit of a dazed look in his eyes.

“Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees with your ass up. I’m not done with you.”

[queserasora]

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.”

[m-ayo-o]

he wants your hands…

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

on his abs

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

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

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

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

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

bound

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

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

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

His lips quirk up into a devious smile.

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

“all better now, hm?”

massaging him

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

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

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

in his hair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your eyebrow arches.

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

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

serving him

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

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

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

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

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[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

[muzansfangs]

They accidentally see you naked.

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

Format: short imagines.

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

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

PART ONE | PART TWO

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Abarai Renji.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did you just confess your feelings to him?

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

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

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

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

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

Urahara Kisuke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

What an infuriatingly handsome son of a bitch he was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aizen Sosuke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aizen…” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he stack up to his vow.

Haschwalth Jugram.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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AUTHOR NOTE.

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

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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