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fake-bleach · 1 year

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ooo i loved "deserve it" so much 🔥 could we get another part of him fucking her in his bed and the wife catching them, and he looks at her and keeps on going 👀

so glad you enjoyed it! :) thank you for the request <3 hope you like this one!

word count: 2.3k (this turned out longer than i expected oops)

warnings: (18+ only!) smut, fem!afab!reader (no use of y/n), unprotected sex, tiniest bit of choking, piv, slight size kink but not rly, breeding kink/creampie, praise, dirty talk, use of pet names (baby, honey, girl, etc), cheating but not rly bc.. yeah, happy/soft ending :)

part 2 of deserve it (read the 1st part here!)

ao3 link | masterlist

"C'mere, baby.. No need to get shy on me now. We're already here, aren't we?"

Joel's voice fills your ears as he lays you out on his bed for him, his wife's bed, his hands trying to rip your clothes off in desperation to see all of you already.

Your breaths become louder as you inhale sharply, Joel's hands lifting your shirt off of your body as you raise your arms up instinctively. You've been at this with him too many times to count now, but never, never in this bed. It makes it all the more exciting and absolutely vile.

"Up, up, up.. Let me see you, honey.." He breathes out, his voice low and lustful as your tits fall from the release of your shirt, throwing it to the side. He tuts his tongue at the sight of no bra anywhere on you, making a smirk grow on his lips.

He reaches for one of your breasts, squeezing it gently as he moans softly at the feeling of it within his hand, making him shake his head in disbelief. "So pretty, sweetheart.. How lucky am I, huh?" He praises you, moving down to your pants to pull them down along with your panties, the impatience he has growing furiously inside of him.

"J-Joel.." You gasp out, the feeling of the cold air from how quick his hands move hitting your core. You intuitively spread your legs for him, arousal increasing with each second that passes. Your folds grow slick at the thought of his cock inside of you already, your eyes focused on him and only him.

His hand caresses your inner thigh, fixed onto your glistening cunt as he licks his lips, chuckling at how eager you are for him. He glances up at your face, seeing the desperation seething out of you. "Needy, needy girl.. What d'ya want? Gotta hear it, honey. Tell me what you need.." He urges out of you, his fingers tracing up towards your core, but not reaching there just yet.

You bite your bottom lip as you stare into Joel's eyes, your focus flickering from his face to the hand that's ever-so-slowly teasing you. "Want.. Want you to touch me, Joel.. N-Need you inside me, please.." You whimper out, both of your hands reaching to grip onto the sheets.

He grins up at you and nods his head slightly, pursing his lips as he lets his thumb glide along your wet folds, the sudden touch making you gasp out. "Need what inside you, baby? Use your words, I know you can.." He tells you sternly, the noises coming out of your mouth only encouraging him to start rubbing small, gentle circles around your clit.

You hiss at the feeling, mouth falling open at the sight and feeling of his thumb on you, making you stammer out, "Y-Your cock, I need your cock in me, please— Fuck, Joel.."

Your pleas seem to convince him enough to give you what you want, as he removes his hand from your body to take his clothes off, your eyes hypnotized by him and his body. It isn't the first time you've seen Joel naked, that's for sure, but you never get tired of how the sight of him makes you feel. How wet you get, knowing that he's all yours for the night; how he's going to ruin you.

With his clothes and belt tossed onto the floor, his focus is back on you, wasting no time to get his body on yours. His aching cock catches your eyes for a moment as his arms reach out to both of your sides on the bed, caging your body in with his face hovering over yours, pressing his lips on yours for a messy kiss.

You moan into it, bringing your hands to grab onto the sides of Joel's lower back and waist, pulling him in closer to you. His cock nudges against your wet heat, making him pull away from your lips to groan out at his tip getting a taste of your cunt.

"Gonna fuck this pretty lil' pussy, baby.. Fill it all up and make it mine, yeah? You want that?" Joel asks you, his heavy breath and words making you shudder at the feeling and thought of his intentions.

You whine out and nod your head earnestly, his hand reaching between your bodies and to your cunt to insert his thick fingers between your puffy lips, sliding them through your slick to gather it up. "Please, Joel, please.. Want it so bad, please, just— fuck me already!" You gasp out, making him laugh at you.

It's mean and degrading, and it makes you crave him even more. He knows that he has you hooked around his finger and there's nothing that'll change that now.

His fingers slide out of your folds, his hand grabbing onto the base of his cock to prod his fat head against your entrance, pushing just the tip of it inside of you.

The feeling of it makes you gasp, jaw falling wide open as you stare up into his eyes, his hand suddenly moving to wrap around your neck, gently yet firmly.

"Fuck.." Joel draws out, rocking his hips to push just an inch more of his cock inside of you, "That's it, baby.. Tight little cunt.."

He swiftly pushes his hips all the way inside of you, filling you to the brim as you whine out, eyes shooting open to stare down at the view of his body flushed against yours. The stretch of him makes your core ache, your walls gripping onto him tightly, "F-Fuck, wait— Too much, Joel, wait—"

Joel just hushes you, lifting your legs up to rest by the sides of his hips, making them wrap around his waist. He pulls out slightly, resting the tip of his cock against your hole before slowly pushing himself back in, cherishing the feeling of you clenching around him with each thrust.

"No, no.. Y'gonna take what I give you, baby.. C'mon now, be a good girl for me. Know you can take it." He coos, encouraging you while his hands grasp onto your thighs, having full control of your body to move it just how he wants.

Your breath draws in sharply, feeling like he's everywhere on you the way that he's making you fall apart on his cock. His pace becomes relentless, making your body shake as he pounds into you, his fingertips tight enough on your thighs to create marks that'll last for days.

All you can do is bare it, feeling the heat inside of your stomach and cunt grow the faster he fucks you; the harder you take it.

Unable to even think or process anything, your eyes shut at the feeling of the tip of his cock continuously hitting that spot in your body, making your core and mind go numb, your mouth uncontrollably spewing out moans and his name.

Hearing Joel laugh faintly at you, your cheeks grow flush at his words, eyes opening slowly and hazily to look at him. "Attagirl, baby.. Takin' cock like you were meant for it. Like this pretty pussy's meant for me. S'all mine, isn't it? Y'gonna let me fuck it whenever I want, honey?" He asks you, his tone cocky and low.

You nod your head shakily, your face all fucked out as your eyes roll to the back of your head. His strokes make you shudder against him, your cunt clenching around him tightly as his thick cock continues to stretch you out completely.

At one point, Joel just pushes himself in as deep as he can possibly go, making the fat head of it protrude outward against your stomach. It makes your mouth fall wide open, eyes fixed only onto the sight of the swelling bulge in your stomach.

Groaning loudly, you whine out, "J-Joel, oh, fuck! S-So.. too deep, oh god—", which just spurs him on, loving how good you take it. He reaches one of his hands up towards your pussy, pressing his thumb against your clit to rub fast, tight circles around it.

The feeling of it shoots through your body, immediately making your eyes widen at how fucking good it feels. Your cunt squeezes around him, all while he pulls his hips back just to immediately slam his cock back in.

His rough, fast strokes make you lightheaded, forcing your eyes shut as you feel your climax grow closer and closer. As Joel's movement hardly ease up, your sense of surroundings are completely lost, focused solely on the feeling that his cock and fingers were giving you.

The sound of a door opens, only notable for Joel as his neck lifts up and away from you, his eyes focused on the woman standing right at the doorway.

His wife.

A gasp is forced out of her mouth as she stares at the scene of him fucking you into his bed.. their bed, making Joel just smirk up at her as he pounds into you over and over again, the view of his wife staring spurring him on even more.

It doesn't make him stop or slow down at all. If anything, it makes him go harder, causing the moans and yells of his name from you to become even louder and more urgent, your body convulsing around him.

"J-Joel! Fuck! Don't stop, please!"

And so he obliges, the speed of his thrusts quickening all while he stares back at her. His wife's mouth falls open, her hand moving to cover it up in shock. His thumb on your clit moves faster to feel you tighten around him again, the constriction of your walls making him groan loudly as he lifts his head up in utter bliss.

"Never gonna stop, baby.. Pussy's too good.. The best I've ever had." He lets out, chuckling softly as his eyes focus back on his wife, knowing that she's seen and heard enough. His wife finally storms out, leaving the door open behind her as she runs down the stairs and away from the house.

You lay there unaware of the encounter, too hypnotized and fucked out by the ecstasy that Joel was giving you, his cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot and bringing you closer to the edge.. and Joel was right there with you.

Your eyes stir back open to look at Joel's face, his words pushing you even further to your release, "Y'gonna come for me, honey? Come all over my cock? Wanna fuckin' feel you soak me, baby.. while I fill you up.. Make you so full of me s'ya feel me for days.."

His words just push you to the edge, that final force making your entire body tense up as waves of pleasure flow down to your cunt, your walls writhing and trembling around his thick cock.

Joel's movements of his thumb on your clit gradually slows down as your high unwinds, "Just like that, baby.. Good fuckin' girl.. Don't you fuckin' stop.." Your gasps and harsh breaths settling the more your body relaxes and eases into your climax. Your dripping slick coats his cock and your thighs, making you feel so filthy.

His lips curl up into a soft smirk, his stare fixed on your tired face as his thrusts chase his own release, groaning out your name with his fingertips nearly ingraining themselves into your skin.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you, forcing a whimper out of your throat as your eyes bore into his own, biting your bottom lip harshly at the sensation in your spent, sensitive cunt. You encourage him, reaching for one of your tits to squeeze it harshly to put a little show on for him.

"Fill me up, Joel.. Ruin me for any other man, f-fuck.. Wanna feel you so deep, J-Joel, I—" You stammer out, panting and letting out soft gasps as his hips meet your own with each push and pull. Joel's grunts fill your ears as his pace makes the bed shake and creak, his movements increasingly overstimulating you.

Your words and the sight of you rouse him, urging him closer and closer to his peak as his heavy breaths and grunts grow louder and quicker, your wet cunt finally bringing him to his release. His hips slam against your own one last time, pushing his cock into you as deep as he could, rocking himself forward to get even an inch of him further.

His hot, long bursts of come spill inside your cunt, making you whine at the intense feeling of it filling you up, the tip of his cock so deep inside of you making you cry out.

Joel's hips give you one final push, pulling back to thrust back into your hot cunt as he groans out, satisfied as he finishes inside of you. He lets out a chuckle, tired and spent out as his body gives out to lay on top of your stomach, his cock never pulling away from you so he can keep you full to the brim of him.

He looks up at you with wide, ardent eyes, his lips forming into a soft smile as he presses small kisses against your neck, both of his hands holding onto the sides of your waist gently. "So good for me, sweetheart.. Fuck, can't get enough of you.."

He moves his head back up to place a firm, yet passionate kiss to your lips, making the both of you shut your eyes and sigh into it, contentment filling your bodies. Breaking away from the kiss, you smile and stare into his eyes, running your fingers through his hair just to touch him as long as you can.

"Stay the night.. Let me hold you close, huh? Don't wanna let you go.." He coos at you, shutting his eyes as he wraps his arms around your body, pulling you unbelievably close as the warmth from his entire body consumes you completely. You nod your head and sigh, chuckling as you shut your eyes too.

"Don't worry.. Not going anywhere, Joel.."

And you don't.

His bed may also be his wife's, but it's always been you who's made him feel at home.

not sure if i'll do anything more with this, but let me know if any of you want a final part <3 will probably be less smut & more of a happy ending :)

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elyonholic · 3 months

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ICHIHIME WEEK 2024 FIC RECS

— welcome to the second edition of this series! last year's fic recs can be found HERE. Happy reading 🍓🍞

Confessions of a Healer by aurona “Orihime stumbles upon our sleeping hero, and as always her mind carries her away.”

Failboats in Love by kysra “She’s wearing yellow when she leaves for university – hundreds of miles away – with her eyes misty and cheeks flushing so prettily, he wants to just swoop in and kiss her. But they aren’t dating (yet), and he hasn’t told her how much and completely he loves her (yet).”

Falling Stars by tragicomedy “She is broken and his world is ripped apart. He runs and runs until, on July 7th, it is time for him to stop.”

Mutual Pining by sesamerolls “It had been a trap. Well, it had to be.”

One Too Many by hand-gyded “A new boy joins Ichigo's class. Apart from the fact that the new boy's perfection gets on Ichigo's nerves, he begins hitting on Inoue as well.”

The Pain of Remembrance by halfdemonfan “It was amazing how one memory could change a person's perspective.”

Princess of Ashes by sariniste “Will the rain keep Prince Ichigo from finding the woman of his dreams?”

Rain by captainrukias-husband “Orihime was quick to catch on, as with all things when it came to him, the times he seemed to just pull away. Even if a little bit.”

The Reluctant Bridegroom, Death by marshmallowBirb “On a sunny summer morning, the young goddess Orihime gathers flowers on a hillside. She is blissfully unaware that not only are dark forces watching her, but she has already been caught in their web. But then again, so has her soon-to-be-husband.”

Sick Days, Seven Nights by deathberry15 “In the event of Orihime getting sick, who'd take care of her?”

The sweetness of her laughter by marmeladovnas “Ichigo would always regret how he got to know it.”

Those Words by aurona “her voice came out in a whisper, longing yet fearful. - She accepts her prison. He refuses to let her.”

Trouble by Pepin-Bones “Orihime struggles to come to terms with her feelings for a certain substitute soul reaper, completely unaware that the same substitute soul reaper is also struggling to come to terms with his feelings for a certain auburn-haired healer.”

🍓🍞 All The Credit to these Authors:

Aurona (ffnet // ao3) Captainrukias-husband Deathberry15 Halfdemonfan Hand-gyded Kysra Marmeladovnas (tumblr // ao3) Marshmallowbirb Sariniste Sesamerolls Pepin-Bones Tragicomedy / Fictionaryplace (ffnet // tumblr)

#ihweek2024 #bleach #ichihime #Elyon’s fic recs #ichigo kurosaki #orihime inoue #bleach fanfiction #ichigo and orihime #ichihime fanfiction #ihweek

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shuasplug · 5 months

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there’s no fics for me to read..what do I do now

#sos #i have a problem #what do i do #i’m just a girl #crying #i need more fics #so coquette #tokyo revengers x reader #bachira meguru x reader #bleach x reader #bllk x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #bucchigiri x reader #one piece x reader #send recs please #i’m begging

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rayshippouuchiha · 5 months

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So I've never recommended a fic before but

the world turns (to the rhythm of a god-king's rage)

CheshireSense (cywscross)

(Locked on ao3)

AMAZING fic

YESSSSS

#RayRambles #Fic Rec #Bleach

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vicioux · 1 year

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ICHIHIME FIC RECS

i can't believe i've been reading ichihime fanfics for literally 10 years ✌️ my favorite flavor is definitely pining with a touch of angst, but i am also a sucker for just them giggly all over each other! thank you bleach TYBW anime revival for bringing me back to these two cutie patooties and an even bigger thank you to all the writers that have been keeping the fandom alive all these years (especially in the earlier days back in the wild wild west of ff.net and LJ lol) y'all are amazing 💖 happy reading everyone p.s you can find the rest of my fic rec lists here

🍓 alternate universe 🍞

THE BRIDE OF THE DEATH GOD by caledon A plague descended upon the village, and to appease the God of Death they offered him a bride as a sacrifice.

THE DEVIL'S PLAYTHING by marshmallowbirb High-schooler Kurosaki Ichigo discovers that he isn't as human as he once thought - and neither is his classmate, Inoue Orihime.

THE RELUCTANT BRIDEGROOM, DEATH by marshmallowbirb On a sunny summer morning, the young goddess Orihime gathers flowers on a hillside.

STARCROSS'D by child of the ashes In the vampire palace of Los Noches, there is no greater curse than beauty, and no greater crime than love.

NEXT VISIT by aurona x She can see him only with autumn comes, that man of the deep blue tree. And over the years, her love for him grows.

MOTHERHOOD by ashe flyght Orihime's family is financially unstable. So when Japan's most in demand actor, Kurosaki Ichigo offers her an unusual job will she accept it?

FINE LINES by lastlynotleast Ichigo is a tattoo artist and Orihime has skin he could draw on forever.

🍓 multichapter 🍞

THE BOND BETWEEN US by ritsu-san Post Ch. 352: Ichigo and Orihime are left to figure out this strange bond they share.

TIL DEATH DO US PART by marshmallowbirb Deemed too powerful, Ichigo is sequestered in Soul Society after defeating Aizen. Ten years later, one of his human friends dies.

THE CLOCKWORK SWITCH by sesamerolls (1 // 2 // 3) “Kurosaki-kun?” She wanted to bite back her words. This person couldn’t be him. He was a few inches taller, broader, and manlier than the youth who gave her daifuku just minutes before.

🍓 oneshots that will make you feeeeel 🍞

DEMAGNETIZE by ghosty If opposites attract, then what does that mean for us?

TACTILE by mrhooty Orihime has accepted that her boundaries will never be respected, but Ichigo is too good of a friend to allow that.

AFFIRMATION by sesamerolls Ichihime from the beginning to the end.

HOME IS WHERE THE SUN SETS by awkwardspaceturtle Using the word ‘beautiful’ didn’t seem like enough; nothing he could ever say out loud would tell her how she really looked in his eyes.

BUILD A HOUSE IN PARADISE by zabiume Ichigo and Orihime move in together.

PAPER HOUSES by zabiume Mostly, he just wanted to know if she was okay, if she was eating well and passing her courses and if, when she went to bed at night, she had someone to smile about.

PROMPTFILL by zabiume Truth serum induced angst.

PROMPTFILL by captainrukias-husband Ichigo writes a poem for Orihime.

TEMPTARE BEAST by mayelisa As Orihime watched in horror as Ichigo took on that form again, she had a sinking feeling that this day wouldn't turn out at all like she had planned.

MEMORIES IN THE RAIN by garden of magnolias If I were the rain, could I connect with someone's heart, as the rain can unite the eternally separated earth and sky?

ALWAYS SUMMER by folle Orihime is calling, calling, and Ichigo doesn't know how to not answer, except in the most important way.

BECOMING WHOLE by lovelycollision He loves her in various ways, during different stages of his life. It's after the war when he realizes that he's in the third stage, otherwise known as the beginning.

🍓 outside POV looking in 🍞

ELEVATING by sesamerolls “Okay, let’s theoretically agree Ichi-nii has a girlfriend,” said Karin, resting her palm underneath her chin.

SIMPLY BY MEASUREMENT by sesamerolls When it first began, he pretended not to notice.

PROMPTFILL by scribblles Ichigo screwed up his befuddlement into a distinctly grumpy expression. “For your information, I wasn’t daydreaming, I was thinking. Worrying, actually. And it’s about a friend. Who… happens to be a girl.”

🍓 funny fluffy oneshots 🍞

OF MICE AND MEN by garden of magnolias Ichigo realizes that getting rid of a mouse in his and Orihime's apartment is a lot more complicated when it involves his girlfriend.

I REJECT! by scribblles Keigo has a rare moment of inadvertent correctness.

RUMOUR HAS IT by fictionaryplace Ichigo and Orihime have important news, but decide to have a little fun with their friends and family before coming clean.

DELAYED REACTION by crystal dawn Orihime is feeling under the weather. Against his better judgment, Ichigo suggests she visit his father's clinic.

ICED FRAPPUCCINO by hedonysms Ichigo and Orihime get a coffee. Ichigo is simultaneously an emotional sap and a horny, utterly repressed man.

STARTING FRESH by kay sincere Ichigo doesn't have a resolution for the new year himself. But it does come to his attention that his friends could use his help.

NOSEBLEED by deathberryhime Where that little smile would have done more damage than intended to.

OUR BREATHS IN PERFECT HARMONY by iwillhaveamoonbase When Ichigo's friend talks about a cute girl at a bakery, Ichigo agrees to introduce them with no idea that the girl in question is his girlfriend.

WELL WISHERS by adverb_slut It turns out that shinigami are not so great at gift-buying, especially for a four-week-old baby.

THE ART OF SHIPPING by alice hattercandy In which, everyone ships. Even Ichigo.

🍓 anything and everything by these authors 🍞

SESAMEROLLS CAPTAINRUKIAS-HUSBAND ZABIUME (tumblr // ao3) SCRIBBLLES CRYSTALDAWN / MARSHMALLOWBIRB (ffnet // ao3) ORIHIMES RITSU-SAN (more on their LJ sunburnt-wings) TRAGICOMEDY (more on their LJ explicates)

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hollowbait · 1 year

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Started watching Bleach again as an adult because I saw a 100k+ fic and decided that in order to read it, I needed to understand the canon. Once I actually got into the canon I fell immediately in love with Urahara and got sucked into a totally different ship. This is that ship. And since I'm a firm believer that once you read over 100 fics for a ship in less 3 months, you need to make a list of your favouriters, here we are!

@uraharaichigo's current top 25 URAICHI FIC.

breaking and entering is a crime, you know (but i'd forgive you of anything) by Excalis | T, 4k | “Why do you keep breaking into my house?” Ichigo complained, in lieu of a proper response. It was best to not feed Kisuke’s ego. “I was sexiled from my own home,” Kisuke sighed.

Your Humble Offering (In The Mouth Of This Abandoned Church) by RayShippouUchiha | M, 10k | Ichigo, the man who took Kisuke’s crumbling self into both of his hands and pressed the pieces back together with a gruff sort of gentleness, dies.

the shore at dusk (there you'll find my heart) by Starsilver | M, 5k | Ichigo dreams of the heartbeat pounding of the waves and the taste of brine on his lips.

Alchemy by athena_crikey | G, 22k | Shiba Ichigo leads a boring, blameless life as head administrator for the Shiba Clan. Until one day, a mysterious repair shop moves in next door.

Brightest by athena_crikey | T, 8k | “You fill your life with colour and noise and friendship, Kurosaki-san. It’s a very impressive trait. You turn enemies into friends. I… I turn friends into enemies.” Urahara’s still smiling; bitter, brittle.

Madness of Monday by NotLonelyJustAlone | G, 7k | How… how… how? How do you explain ‘I’ve either gone mad or I’m reliving the same week and I don’t feel mad and everything happens the same but I remember it all and I can’t can’t can’t keep doing this please help please please please because even if I’m not mad already I can tell the road there is definitely shorter today than yesterday?’

Standing Over Him by NotLonelyJustAlone | T, 10k | “And you, Kurosaki Ichigo, are mine.” Ichigo without his powers, but not totally alone.

Bureaucracy Hell by Aliendel | G, 8k | Reizei Ariko was considered old for a shinigami. Useless in a fight, she’d been relegated to an administrative position at the Academy. She was content with her mostly monotonous life dealing with arrogant nobles and stupid brats. Until an orange-haired young man barged into it and turned her life upside down like he had so many others.

Fashion Faux Pas? by celestivian | E, 20k | Ichigo has a big party to go to, and nothing to wear. Out of desperation, he seeks out Kisuke for help. Kisuke, of course, delivers.

You Don't Have a Soul, You Are a Soul (You Have a Body) by FeelingFredly | G, 2.6k | Kisuke has a disregard for his own safety a mile wide and it's enough to drive Ichigo mad. This time he finds the shopkeeper unconscious but not alone, and the woman with him has some very interesting things to say.

Car by CheshireSense (cywscross) | G, 4k | Urahara Kisuke handles pursuit of a love interest about the same way he handles everything else: with needlessly convoluted plans carried out in the most roundabout way possible because straightforward just won't cut it for him. He's lucky Ichigo's used to it by now.

Guard by CheshireSense (cywscross) | T, 18k | Later, Kisuke will remember and tease, "Were you really obsessing over me, Ichigo? Oh my, I have my own personal stalker!", and get an elbow to the face for his troubles.

Skeletons in the Closet (and flowers by the window) by Sky_King | T, 51k | Kisuke has a plan. He always has, and he’s very good at seeing it to completion no matter what. But as he grooms that noble boy into the perfect weapon to defeat Aizen, he begins to regret ever pursuing this idea.

A Deep Drink by Mousieta | T, 9k | Ichigo is a grad student who needs help writing his thesis. And Kisuke…. well no one has ever asked Kisuke what he needs. Does he even know? Does it matter?

i've always been this way (please don't scream) by Mister_Fox | T, 5k | “Ever wanted to snatch a pigeon out of the sky and eat it?” Kisuke asks idly.

Fade to Crimson (I know your name) by Starrie_Wolf | T, 8k | Ichigo’s a relative newcomer at the Seireitei Shatterdome, but he’s settled into the steady pace of his work fine, even made some friends. There’s just one thing.

what is reality? (what is a lie?) by Starrie_Wolf | T, 15k | Sequel to what is a gift? (what is a sacrifice?). Kisuke promises to restore Ichigo's powers after Ichigo makes a sacrifice he doesn't expect, and this changes things when Ginjou starts sniffing.

Equilibrium Position by Silmariën (Starrie_Wolf) | E, 15k | He can't believe he has Aizen to thank for getting them together. Can you send fruit baskets to Mugen?

Feeling Horny by Silmariën (Starrie_Wolf) | E, 3k | When Urahara shoved Ichigo to Hirako to learn how to control his inner Hollow, Ichigo thought it meant Urahara wasn’t Hollowfied. He was wrong.

Ficlet February by nahnahnahnah | G, 20k | And he had faith, he did, that Ichigo would defeat Yhwach. That was a startling enough realization, that he would have faith in anyone other than maybe Yoruichi and Tessai.

Patience by floweringbloom | E, 4k | Ichigo needs to have more patience, but he's very good at being Kisuke's distraction.

Remember Me (I won’t wait) by fw_feathers (callmeren) | G, 6k | On November 6, 2022, 13:00, the world’s first VRMMO game «Brave Souls Online» officially opened its servers. On November 6, 2022, 15:37, Kurosaki Ichigo put on his NerveGear and entered «Brave Souls Online». On November 6, 2022, 17:30, the game of death began.

Every Second (I’ll be running) by fw_feathers (callmeren) | M, 25k | “You didn’t tell us your zanpakuto spirit is a giant sea serpent, Ichigo-san,” Kisuke says mildly. “Ah,” Ichigo says, shading his eyes with a hand. “Should I have mentioned that?”

For You, My Dear, I’d Wait Forever by PhishyFish | T, 27k | Everybody knew about the 12th’s lieutenant. After all, he made quite the striking figure. Wild orange hair, a permanent scowl, and power that clung tightly to his skin, it really was not an exaggeration that everyone knew him, or at the least, knew about him.

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shiroxichigo · 3 months

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Hi there! I am new to the ShiroIchigo fandom and I desperately want to read some good fanfiction. There doesn’t seem to be a lot though and searching through ao3 and ffnet is PAINFUL when you don’t know where to start. Do you have any all time best recommendations for me to chew on or could you point me to someone that might know? Pretty please?

I'm definitely gonna have to make a more comprehensive list once I'm at my computer for you, anon! I also have another ask similar to this one that I've been working on, but I haven't had time to comb through all my old favourites as well as the new ones I've been reading on AO3.

I'll link some of the fics that originally got me hooked on the ship! And I'll also expose my favourites list so you can scroll through there on ffnet. Just keep in mind I haven't been on ffnet in like 6 years maybe?

Angeli Sanguis I - Primordium by YueShirosaki (There are multiple more parts to this one.)

HollowIchigo-Ichigo is an author with a variety of fics you can give a try! I don't think they write for Bleach anymore, though, so beware some fics may not be finished...

Unknown Dangerous Desires by murder-ink (a story that really got me to think differently about their dynamic, also unfinished though I believe, so sorry!)

Cat Burglars by Caridwen Angetueur (20k, short n sweet, but it is complete if I recall correctly!)

Feeling Hollow by Daricio (gonna be honest, I can't remember if this one was romantic or platonic, but either way, it really got me inspired to actually write ShiroIchi)

The Sinister Pride Of Perfection by ChocolateCarnival (one of my all time favourites!!)

So there's just a few. Please read the summaries and view the ratings before deciding if you're going to read any of them or not!

ALSO: I plan to make a master list of fic recommendations someday (when I have time). I'm sorry it's been taking me so long to get it, life has been absolute chaos for me.

Hopefully these can help get you started!

And, as promised, here's my favs list on ffnet: https://m.fanfiction.net/u/2986615/MidnightEden234

I am exposing myself for y'all to see 😭

Hope this helps!!

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YOUR PRESENCE IS A GIFT. ( b.k )

pairing ! ━━ husband!byakuya kuchiki x captain!fem!reader

cw ! ━━ minors do not interact. reader is black and thick coded but you don’t have to imagine it that way. reader is also the new captain of the 3rd division of the gotei 13. just pure intimacy and fluff. undertones of nsfw. mentions of nudity. suggestive/explicit scenarios like bathing together. teasing if you squint . passionate kisses. hints of domesticity bc they’re married. sickeningly sweet fr i love it. byakuya is sarcastic. he’s also soft n caring and very much in love under that stern façade <3 husband material fr .

word count ! ━━ 3.8k

notes ! ━━ back again letting my bleach brain rot take over :) this was another random thing i decided to write about but don’t worry, i have more ideas for him and so many more from bleach and other fandoms :) i just had to get this out of my system . also, i come back to this edit of him a lot heheh. REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED!

edit as of 9/26 ━━ turned this into a self-indulgent fic as a gift to myself bc why not :)) i think i got carried away near the end. byakusosa is one of my selfships LOL happy birthday to me <3

byakuya kuchiki is the captain of the sixth division of the 13 Court Guard squads, as well as the 28th head of the Kuchiki Clan, an influential and noble family. he was aloof, stern in his beliefs and values— about himself and others. he often came off as indifferent and borderline arrogant. his skills as a shinigami were not anything to be taken lightly or to be trifled with for his spiritual pressure was intense. his combat experience and strategic compentency, including his shikai and bankai made him very strong— and intimidating.

and then there was you. you had been appointed captain of the 3rd division not that long ago, but still a while after ichimaru’s betrayal, making you the third woman who currently held a captain’s position within the Gotei 13. truthfully, you didn’t really like leadership positions, especially ones as prestigious and impressive as this. in truth, you’d much rather be led. the drastic change in environment from a lower district in rukongai to lavish and spacious captain’s quarters and becoming a high ranking shinigami still felt strange, despite all the time that has passed. even a lieutenant, third, fourth or fifth seat position would have been more appealing to you than a full-fledged captain. but unfortunately, your strengths were recognized, you were vouched for, and not one for confrontation.

the two of you couldn’t be any more different.

you were always the introverted type. having anxiety around other powerful people ( despite having tremendous power of your own ) , being easily intimidated, and not great at speaking publicly. leading a squad was a task in itself and at times, you shamefully wished that izuru could handle everything for you. but that was just wishful thinking and unfair to your subordinates.

even being a captain yourself, it wasn’t a frequent occurrence to cross paths with another captain. it was an even rarer sight to cross paths with the captain of squad six. captain kuchiki was seldom seen out and about around the seiretei— unless it was for a captains meeting, training or leading his squad when there was a force threatening the soul society or dealing with manners that were thrust upon his shoulders as the head of a great noble clan. he never had the time, or frankly the regard, to mingle or lounge about with other captains or their lieutenants.

he was a very busy man. but, apparently not so busy to spare you a glance at every opportunity he got, or to greet you whenever you did see him.

he wasn’t too busy to stand and willingly converse in idle small talk with you, despite him having “better things to do than just stand around”.

he wasn’t all that busy to spare himself a little break from his paperwork and drop by your squad’s barracks within the seiretei. he’d flash-step into your office, effectively startling you and causing you drop the paintbrush and parchment in your hand, both of them rolling off your desk and onto the floor.

your other hand was clutched to your chest, in a feeble attempt to stop your racing heart. “shit—captain kuchiki! you startled me.”

standing up from your chair to retrieve your materials, you didn’t miss his subtle eye roll. “i offer my humblest apologies for disturbing you.” sarcasm dripped from his smooth, monotone voice; it became his favorite way of speaking when addressing you. when you looked back up at him, you saw that his face remained stern and expressionless, but there was a ghost of a grin wanting to tug at his lips.

he followed you on your way back to your desk. you could feel his unwavering stare burn a hole in the back of your head and suddenly your captain’s robes felt sweltering.

you cleared your throat awkwardly as you got yourself situated back in your chair, his strong, intimidating figure looming over you. “what can i do for you, captain kuchiki?” there was a certain emphasis you inadvertently placed on the word captain, that made the raven-haired man’s eyebrow twitch.

“i thought i told you, when we’re alone, you may call me byakuya… my love.”

byakuya kuchiki was capable of being rather tactical in his flattery, knowing exactly what to say, how to say it, and when to say it. he didn’t bother trying to hold back the small smirk the moment he noticed you shifting in your seat. he found you even more adorable when you were flustered and physically unable to handle any affection he threw at you— especially when it came unprompted like just a moment ago.

“i-i’m just …. trying to remain professional. you are aware we aren’t at home you know.”

he hummed in reply before placing a medium sized object on your desk. he leaned closer to your ear and purposefully lowered his voice as he spoke, “the servants prepared a special meal today, but it seems you’ve neglected to take it with you.” his countenance never wavered still, but there was an undertone in his voice that suggested something else. something that made your stomach churn and butterflies erupt from their dormant cocoons.

you stared at the bento box blankly, trying to think of how to respond. another one of captain kuchiki’s skills included causing the words in your throat and within the walls of your mind to wither away and die. byakuya secretly reveled in the way you visibly shuddered when he further closed the distance, letting his soft lips brush against your cheek. it was having a greater effect on you because he was usually never this….coquettish outside of kuchiki manor. or even the master bedroom the two of you shared.

“so, you... came all the way here to bring it to me? byak— captain kuchiki, this is v...very unlike you.” you corrected yourself as you gripped the writing utensil in your grasp tighter. a gentle, baritone chuckle erupted from his throat, vibrating the very skin cells on your epidermis. it was a uncommon sound, and your ears—as well as your warm cunt— cherished every moment of it.

“is that a problem? i didn’t realize there would be such issues when i’m just trying to take care of my wife and making sure she’s…well fed.” the words ‘my wife’ sounded so good coming from his mouth, even several years after you’ve tied the knot. like the sweetest honey and vanilla dripping from a mouth-watering pastry, the endearing but inherently possessive nature of those two words lit your stomach aflame.

with an unexpected but delicate dip of his right hand onto your lower back, his pillowy mouth finally came together and laid the most tender kiss upon your cheek. byakuya made sure to let his lips linger a little in order to allow the tip of his tongue to fleetingly glide against your skin. his teasing, half-smile threatened to grow wider when his sharp gaze drank in the sight of your back slightly arching in his touch, and the sound of the tiniest whimper you just weren’t able to contain.

normally, it was you who had the greater affinity for byakuya’s affection during nearly all hours of the day, but this was certainly different— a good different, obviously. you couldn’t help but wonder if something happened that was impactful enough prompt him to do something as risky (or more like risqué) as this; you were well aware that he frowned upon any kind of public display of affection outside of the manor, and you made a note to quell your urges to get too close to him—at least until you got home. you strove to portray yourself solely as a colleague to the dark-haired man while fulfilling your duties as part of the gotei 13.

byakuya kuchiki, as a captain and the head of an influential noble family was unapproachable, almost seeming unreachable when he displayed his bouts of power and prominence. however, byakuya as a husband was someone completely different. you wouldn’t believe the brooding shinigami who rarely smiled and took his job entirely too seriously, was also the same man so desperate for your presence that he would leisurely come visit you, in the middle of the day while on duty.

and he was careful as well; the moment he sensed even the slightest modicum of someone else’s spiritual pressure, he’d reinstate the appropriate distance between the two of you, much to your protest when you nearly whined out his name. the urgent slam of the door to your office cut off your words.

your lieutenant izuru made a sudden appearance in the room, effectively startling you for the second time today. “captain, forgive my sudden intrusion but your—” the blonde’s nervous, lidded eyes then flickered over to the captain of the 6th division, who just stood silently a few feet away from your desk. his head was slightly lowered, and his muscled arms crossed over his chest.

“c-captain kuchiki! your being here is certainly an... unexpected surprise. to what do i owe the pleasure of you coming to visit squad three’s barracks?” izuru was as respectful as ever as his kneeling position shifted a little to show his respect to another superior officer.

“it is nothing for you to be concerned about, lieutenant. i was just about to take my leave.” he responded in his signature, stone-cold voice. before leaving, he nodded his head in your direction as a farewell. maybe it was the incomparable speed of his movements, or the way his figure blurred as he used the flash step to make an exit, but you could have sworn, you saw a small simper on his lips.

damn him, you cursed him in the back of your mind.

damn him, as you continued to reminisce on his little visit for the rest of the day. your skin still remembered the featherlike touch of his slender fingers, the ghostly trail of his lips and very presence imprinted on your mind, causing your subordinates to give you worried glances when you made a certain expression; they even asked you if you were in pain. was it that bad?

damn that byakuya, as he stood roughly across from you during a scheduled captain’s meeting. you could hardly focus on whatever head captain yamamoto was saying about finances, when all you could do was discreetly stare at the clan head passively listen to what was being discussed. you felt yourself grow increasingly frustrated at him for not paying you even the slightest bit of attention— not even a glance. but your feelings were misplaced and irrational. your own words from earlier rung out in your mind’s ear: “you are aware we aren’t at home, right?”

when the day finally came to a close, and all the captains were formally off-duty, you hardly even got out a ‘have a good evening!’ to the rest of your squad before taking your leave, leaping from roof to roof, in an effort to reach kuchiki manor quicker.

upon your arrival, some guards were already standing at the main, grand entrance to the estate, and welcomed you back with a rigid bow and a uniform greeting. “welcome back and good evening, lady kuchiki!”

replying to them with a nod of the head and an absent-minded hum, you didn’t hesitate to inquire on your husband’s whereabouts. “has byakuya returned yet?”

one of the guards spoke up as they returned to their upright posture. “yes, the master returned a little while ago. he should be in the bath by now, considering the time.”

with an affirmative nod of your head, you maneuvered your way throughout the expansive property until you reached the designated part of the mansion where the bathing rooms were. a servant was already present preparing the soap and shampoo that they would be using today.

there sat your lover, already bare in the tub that was designated as his. his hair was tied up in a messy updo style (a scarce sight for anyone unless it was in the bath), and his strong, muscled back facing you. after all this time, seeing him so...exposed will always awaken the butterflies in your stomach and the heat in your core. he wasn’t even looking at you, or saying anything, but byakuya was still able to make you so nervous you. he was effortlessly handsome, and had an imprint on your body and soul that would last for an eternity.

without turning around, byakuya noticed your unique but familiar spiritual pressure and greeted you in a deep, velvety voice. you swear you could pounce on him right then and there.

“welcome back, my love.” he slightly shifted his head to the side as he addressed you, the small, cheeky grin he’d been wanting to sport all day truly glimmering within the walls of his own home, and in the presence of his lovely wife.

that’s when you noticed that only one tub was ready and filled with warm water, and that was the one that byakuya was currently lounging in. the temperature of your face rose exponentially when you realized what it meant; you could practically see the smug undertones of his expression.

then, your skin was overcome with a sudden sensation, causing your figure to shudder with poorly concealed delight. you had been wanting to get close to him in a more intimate setting all day; you’ve been dying to touch him, to hold him, to kiss him, and it must have been obvious because one of the servants that were preparing the soap and petals— wait, petals? how come? — cleared their throat with a silent question, asking for permission to disrobe you for the bath.

eagerly obliging, you let them take off your captain’s jacket and shinigami robes before departing to fold them neatly in your bedroom, leaving you in nothing but panties crafted from the finest linen (byakuya spared no expense when it came to you) that was now becoming drenched in your arousal.

slipping the piece of fabric off and letting them fall to your ankles, with the help of byakuya’s outstretched hands, you let him guide you into the spacious tub, and sink slowly into the lukewarm, slightly translucent water. pink petals from one of the many cherry blossom trees on the estate’s expansive property waded around your body.

you were slightly confused on what the special occasion was, since the two of you didn’t normally bathe in together in the same tub, but you definitely weren’t complaining. the soft, content hum that escaped your lips was music to your husband’s ears. byakuya let the hand that was encasing yours drop to your back, gently tracing the indented line of your spine with his lithe fingers, while the other strong arm pulled you directly onto his lap; you both let out a quiet hiss when your extremities made contact with one another. his quickly hardening cock was now sitting directly under your wet folds.

“byakuya...” you keened, gliding your soapy hands up his lean, muscular chest until they circled around his neck. you shifted closer to him on his lap, causing his muscles to tense and his hips to twitch in an upwards motion, but he kept his composure, as always. “what’s all this for?”

the ebony haired man stared at you incredulously for a few moments before shaking his head. you would have thought he was annoyed with you if it weren’t for the endearing smile on his lips or his rough palms that were now affectionately resting on your waist and right cheek.

“are you so busy and scatterbrained that you’ve neglected your own birthday?” his voice was soft, so soft and tender, you weren’t sure if you’ve ever heard his voice get so delicate before.

your eyes widened in epiphany at the realization. today was your birthday, you’d been so busy with papers, and the new recruits, all these meetings—you had hardly left your office. byakuya bringing your lunch to you this afternoon made even more sense now. you were surprised that you’d even forgotten about it, because for the last few weeks, you’ve been excitedly chattering about it in his ear, not-so-subtly dropping hints as to what you wanted as a gift, having a good feeling that he’d get them for you, despite looking as if he didn’t care enough to listen. but when the day finally arrived, it had just…. came and went.

a low, hearty chuckle graced your ears as byakuya placed a soft peck on your nose. he was thoroughly amused at the look of confusion on your face. “silly woman…it’s as if your senses have escaped you the moment you awakened and are just now returning to you.”

you could hardly let out a giggle before byakuya— quite impatiently, as a matter of fact— closed the gap between both of your mouths and let your lips mold together, your bodies converging as one under the dim lanterns in the washroom. the kiss was slow, but the slow kinds of kisses were your favorite; it allowed you to really taste him, to get lost in his touch and his almost inaudible groans—it allowed you to drown in him.

the emotion that byakuya poured into your being through a mere but passionate gesture was almost too much. your senses were clouded with his scent and his presence, it was enough to make you weep as you tried to reciprocate at least a fraction of your own love in return.

it wasn’t obvious, but his sheer adoration, devotion and loyalty to you far outweighed yours.

he was first to break the kiss, regrettably so, for his lips that were coated with your saliva still brushed against yours. “happy birthday...my beautiful sakura flower.”

your already glassy eyes widened a fraction of an inch at the unique name, never hearing him say that to you before. your chest sparkled and crackled with a tingly feeling you couldn’t quite discern. your mind’s ear hyper-focused on the one meager phrase, so much so that didn’t feel the tears freely rolling down your face until byakuya used the pad of his thumb to softly wipe them away. why were you even crying? you weren’t sure, but all you knew was that your heart was soaring.

“hmm, not only are you hopelessly distracted, but it seems you are a bit of a crybaby too. annoyingly sensitive.” byakuya’s countenance was completely serious as he teased you with a fondness in his tone that only you knew. it was one that elicited a soft chuckle from your throat as you nuzzled into the open space on his neck, mumbling a barely audible shut up as you adjusted your weight.

the clan head underneath you let his head loll back a little as he let out a soft groan. “we should go back to the room now, where we may continue your birthday.... celebration in peace.”

when you didn’t stir at his suggestion, your husband put his lips directly on the cartilage of your ear, his breath tickling your ear canal and causing you to shiver in his firm grasp. “my love,” he coaxed you in a deeper, sultrier voice. there was a dominant edge in his tone, effectively pulling your attention back to him and made your empty cunt clench around nothing, “all the gifts you’ve been hinting at are there waiting for you. and, i have one last, personal present to give you...”

as an emphasis on the word ‘personal’, byakuya let his hands move downwards to hold your voluptuous ass, and experimentally rolled his hips against your dripping core, giving you both the amazing gift of friction that your bodies had been craving. before you could even stop it, a whimper-like moan bubbled up from your lungs, your need for him skyrocketing at an alarming rate.

he blessed you with another lazy, roll of his hips, his cock brushing against your folds and dragging against your clit, this time with a reassuring squeeze on the globes of your ass. “you do want it, don’t you?”

“y-yes....” you replied breathlessly. “want it...so bad. need you ‘kuya.” he let out a self-satisfied hum before scooping you up from under your thighs and standing up from the tub. you let out a yelp at the sudden cold air engulfing your body, stray petals sticking to both of your wet skin.

locking his slim waist in between your thighs, you felt yourself swooning at just how strong the captain of the 6th division actually was. stepping out of the tub, he made haste to your shared master bedroom with you in his arms, not caring that much if one of the servants saw you; he knew they wouldn’t dare speak a word anyway, unless they wanted to lose their jobs.

your husband also made haste to attack your neck in an unrelenting flurry of kisses the closer he got to your room. “tell me, darling, what is it you need? or rather who is it you need?” he murmured against your neck, each kiss growing more fervent than the last, causing you to whine at the feeling of his tongue gliding across your skin after each kiss. “hmm? use your words and let me hear you.” he demanded softly, expertly and swiftly opening the door enough to slip inside and closed it behind him.

“i..i need you, ‘kuya....you, only you.” you muttered in his ear, earning you another hum of approval. the quiet praise was more than enough to satisfy you.

finally detaching himself from your deep, walnut colored skin, he hovered over your form on the soft bed, your long, braided hair that was tied on top of your head coming undone. seeing you sprawled out beneath him like this, so patient and needy for him and him alone, spurred something primal in his gut. he was beyond grateful that fate had aligned itself in such a way and allowed you to end up here with him, forever his, he forever yours. he didn’t think he’d ever feel like this way again, but of course you were full of surprises; he constantly found new things and reasons to fall in love with you. and on top of it all, it was your special day today. byakuya was overcome with the urge to give, and give, and give until you were so brimming with his love for you, until you couldn’t take it anymore.

he knew he wasn’t the best with words all the time, but he was certain his actions more than compensated for it, in everything he did, especially when it came to loving you. byakuya smiled to himself a little —a grin probably missed by you because it was so inconspicuous—when he pondered on what your reaction would be when you figured out that he took the liberty to clear both of your schedules for tomorrow, so you can spend the whole day in each other’s presence.

it wasn’t even his birthday, but the best gift that captain byakuya kuchiki could ask for, in this life or the next, was staring right back at him with hearts in her pupils.

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