#ichigo kurosaki request

[master-muffinn]

Bleach: sitting on their lap in public headcanons

With Ichigo, Renji, Grimmjow and Yoruichi. x reader

Ichigo:

 🍓 I feel like Ichigo would be more fine with you sitting on his lap in a semi-public place, like at the park, library, waiting for the bus/train outside the city or if you are out in the evening together.

 🍓 If it’s too many people around it would be too much and he doesn't like the stares and the whispering!

 🍓 Of course he wouldn't accept it until you have been together for a couple of months at the very least. And you will most likely be the one starting it. Ichigo will be blushing quite a lot in the beginning but be more comfortable after every time. 

 🍓 He would prefer to not do it infront of his friends either, because they probably would make fun of him and that would make him even more embarrassed, but as we know, Ichigo wouldn't exactly let it slide either. 

“Renji, you are just jealous because you are still single!” 

“HUH?! I’M NOT!!” 

 🍓 However Ichigo prefers to be home alone with you and cuddle together without staring, judging eyes. 

Renji:

 🍍 This boy has been watching way too many series and movies by now. Taking inspiration from different romance shows and adding it to your relationship so that he can be more romantic and be the best boyfriend there is! 

 🍍 I can see him being the one who straight out asks you about it when you two are watching movies together and then regret it because it sounded so stupid! 

 🍍 If you accept it, Renji will be so nervous and awkward and be blushing the whole time. He’ll be wondering if you can hear his fast going heartbeat through his chest. ‘Why does it look so easy in the movies???’ If you start talking about the movie later he will have no idea what youre are talking about.

 🍍 Renji would also be more fine with semi-public places while being awkward and blushing most of the time even after doing it for months. He would rather have you on his lap in privacy and cuddle. Then you can have all his attention and no one would disturb you. ;) 

 🍍 If you were sitting on Renji's lap in a semi-public place and his friends would see you two like that, teasing would have a great effect on Renji at that moment.

“SHUT UP ICHIGO!! NOBODY ASKED FOR YOUR OPTION!!” 

“Geez Renji, y/n will go deaf if you scream like that”

Grimmjow:

 😾 This boy is a little complicated. You sitting on his lap is both prideful and embarrassing. He wants you to sit on his lap in the public and show off his amazing s/o and that they are obviously taken. But at the same time he’ll want you all by himself ALONE with no prying eyes. 

 😾 It’s the same with Grimmjow, you’ll have to be the one to start sitting down on his lap first, after that he’ll be the one who will grab you the most. He’ll find your physical affection very comfortable and calming. 

😾 Romance and relationship in general is something he is lacking, which is something he gets to experience and learn more and more with you. In the beginning he probably wouldn't be too fine to be lovey dovey in public, then it would be embarrassing. But the longer you are together the more pride and love he takes in you and your relationship so later on you can basically sit on his lap whenever you want and wherever you want, unless he’s out and fighting or training. Grimmjow will be happy either way and he won't take peoples crap either!

Yoruichi:

🐾 Yoruichi is literally a cat. She has been sitting on your lap in her cat form long before you have been in a relationship. So of course it’s no big deal! 

🐾 It doesn't really matter when or where, as long as she gets your attention and affection, but don’t forget to let her sit in your arms too! Yoruichi loves both and people who staring doesn't affect her. 

“Y/n what we do is none of other people’s business, just ignore them okay?”

🐾 Yoruichi wouldn't mind sitting with you in front of her friends either. Kiskue and the others wouldn't judge. Everyone in that shop is so used to your relationship by now. 

🐾 But don’t forget that Yoruichi also has a lot of energy and likes to mess with people and prank them, so watch out! Like that time when she was sitting in Byakuya's garden with you in her lap and was making out with you in front of him just to get a reaction. Byakuya was not happy.

“You are a disgrace…Leave immediately!”

“What? Are you uncomfortable? Or just jealous, hmm?” 

“...Bankai, senbonzakura..”

Thank you for reading! If liked, please reblog! 💖 Have a good day!

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Ichigo and Grimmjow learning that their s/o managed to survive a dangerous situation without a single scratch?

Ichigo watched the great stone wall collapse under its own weight, once the beam from the Sternritter had pierced it’s hull. It would have been pretty cool, if it didn’t mean that their defenses were down and last he knew [Y/N] was standing right there!

“[Y/N]!” He called out, even though he was all the way on the other side of the battlefield.

Ichigo cut through his opponent and sprinted over to the scene where the dust was settling. Frantically scanning the rumble for some sign of his partner, but woefully optimistic in hoping he wouldn’t find anything. “Phew! That was close!”

The Shinigami turned and saw [Y/N] a few yards away from him. Unscathed, perfectly fine, and examining the rumble like him with a much less panicked look. “[Y/N]! You’re alright! How did you avoid the attack??”

“Oh. Well for one I was more over there,” they pointed towards the spot that they had moved to in the fighting, “plus once I saw the wall start to come down I shunpo-ed it out of there.”

“Shunpo….”

“Yeah, Yoruichi has been training me. She said I’ve been getting pretty good. I thought I mentioned that?”

Ichigo wasn’t sure if they had or hadn’t right now. All he knew was that he was relieved they were ok.

He came up to them and gave them a hug. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.” He told them. Before he let go and they went back to the fighting.

Grimmjow howled with laughter and glee as he cut through another one of these goons. Their bodies splitting open like they were made of paper. Or one of those pinata things from the human world with how they sprayed open when broke. What a time to be alive.

At first, he thought it had to be some kind of joke. Him? Fight for the shitty Shinigami? No way!

But apparently they had lost their idiotic minds, and rolled out the red carpet for him when he came to the Seireitei door. One he was all too happy to paint even redder with blood.

He’d do this little chore for them, then finally kill Kurosaki, and go back home to Hueco Mundo with [Y/N] as champions. This was the best day of his life.

In his hacking and slashing, Grimmjow looked up when he saw one of the buildings fall. Not uncommon in a fight. He thought it was stupid to have buildings that tall anyway. He grinned as he watched on of the Shinigami monuments fall, but then panned down and saw [Y/N] standing near where the rubble would fall. “Shit! [Y/N]!”

There was nothing to be done though. He was too far away. The building was falling to fast. Then by the time be got over there all that was left was rumble and dust. Grimmjow felt his heart stop, then come back to life beating furiously as he was now going to destroy now only these Quincy but everything here for taking his [Y/N] away.

The Arrancar turned to begin his killing spree, when suddenly a large piece of the rumble was dislodged and flew through the air. It barely missed him as he watched [Y/N] climb out of the hole they created. Dusting off their outfit while muttering, “this was brand new…”

Grimmjow watched in amazement but then grinned wildly as he saw that they were ok. Of course they were ok. How stupid of him to thinking a grubby old building would take out his [Y/N].

He scooped them up with one arm to pull them close, still with that grin. “I thought I lost you there for a second.”

“Who? Me?” They asked in amusement.

Grimmjow gave them a kiss before he let go and they both went back to the fighting. His spree might be on hold, but his ‘chore’ still wasn’t done. And Kurosaki was still out there somewhere.

[gojosattoru]

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Spend It

Ichigo x Blackfemreader!

Uhmmmm coco tore up with this song idc.

“You so handsome baby.” You said smiling and staring down into your boyfriends eyes as you straddled his waist and held his face in your hands.

“Thank you mama.” He said smiling at you while pushing his face into yours for a kiss. Sweet moments like these made the both of y’all happy considering y’all were both busy all the time with work, and could barley spend time together.

You kissed him back immediately while keeping one hand on his face and leading the other up to mess with his ginger head of hair. You felt a bulge growing right under your cunt during the kiss.

You pulled away from the kiss and started kissing all over his face and moved down to his neck. You felt him his veiny hands tighten, kneading your ass in his hands, while he moved his head to the side giving you more access to his skin. Once you were done attacking his neck you got off his lap.

“Where you going ma?” He said trying to pull you back onto him, confused on why you were getting up.

Instead of responding back to him you looked him in the eyes while you got on your knees , and rubbed on his tighs before moving your hands to pull down his pants.

“Come back up here mama.” He said while you watched his dick get harder through his underwear due to your actions. You didn’t respond, you just spat in your hands and wrapped them around his dick your acrylics covering the parts you couldn’t reach, giving him a couple strokes.

“No baby, let me.” You said while lowering your head and kissing his tip before putting him into your warm mouth. You heard him sigh while you watched his breath stutter through his stomach. You lowered your head down his dick while you kept eye contact with him.

“Oh fuck.” You heard him groan out while he watched you use your hands and mouth to get him off. Your mouth was so warm and wet, it made him feel so good, and the way you looked up at him so innocently like you weren’t stuffing his dick down your throat made him wanna cum immediately.

He wasted no time moving his hands down to your head, placing one on the top of your head and another one under your chin.

“Stick your tongue out and relax f’me baby.” Ichigo said smirking down at you once you did exactly what he said.

“Such a good girl f’me baby” he moaned tightening his hands on your face, while moving his low lidded, lust filled eyes to your mouth around his dick.

He pushed his hips up into your mouth, shoving his dick down your throat. You moaned while watching him throw his head back through your now tear filled eyes, he bit his lips trying to keep his whimpers from coming out, pushing his hips up higher into your mouth desperately trying to finish.

“I know baby, I know. Fuck!” He said as he moaned, and you gagged around his dick, your throat tightening around his tip made his hips twitch further up into your mouth.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum.” He moaned out while pushing your head all the way down to where your nose is smushed to his base, he held you there for a second letting out soft moans and praises to you while his pelvis twitched in your mouth. Your hands gripped on his thighs, your nails put little upside down “U” shapes into his thighs.

Once he let your face go you took over, wrapping your hands over his dripping wet dick while you moved lower to suck on his balls, taking each one into your mouth while he whimpered keeping eye contact with you.

“yeah mama! just like that. Doing s’good f’me” he slurred out while you tightened your hands around his dick stroking them faster, and moving your mouth up to suck on his pretty pink tip, rolling your wet tongue all around him and sucking like you were desperately trying to milk his dick.

“I’m gonna cum baby. I’m cumming. Oh f—fuck!” He yelled out while he filled your mouth white with his cum, and throwing his head back as he twitched in your mouth. You swallowed his cum down as you watched him try to slow down his breathing and come down from his high.

Once you were done with his dick you straddled him again while he grabbed your face, pulling you into a nasty hot kiss.

Y’all know I ain’t proofread so please spare me if anything is messed up🙏🏽

[24hlevi]

hihi! can i request smut prompt 4 from list 1 with bleach’s ichigo? transfem reader if possible

oh my gosh yes! ichigo my beloved. thank you for requesting! 🫶

— STAR SHOPPING

kurosaki ichigo (bleach) x transfem!reader

summary: prompt 4 ("no panties?") from my 2.5k event

warnings: language, nsfw, soft dom!ichigo, praise, unprotected sex, creampie

minors do not interact

if there was one thing about kurosaki ichigo, it was that when he loved, he loved hard. that was with you, as well. from the moment he first laid eyes on you, he knew he had to have you. he was determined.

which leads to where you two are right now.

ichigo hovered above you on his bed, one of his arms holding him up while the other trailed up and down your body. "you're so pretty," he mumbled into your lips as he kissed you. he pulled away from the kiss to look down at you, smirking a little bit at the marks scattered on your neck and chest. his hand moved down under your skirt, and a sly smile formed on his face at what he felt, or rather, what he didn't feel. "no panties? i was unaware you were capable of doing that." he teased lightly.

your face heated up at his words but you nodded your head. "just for you," you replied.

"just for me," he repeated to himself. he quickly pulled your skirt off your legs and stripped himself of his clothes, going back to his previous position. he saw the way your tip was leaking with precum and he cooed at the sight, his thumb dragging over the head of your cock. "you seem so desperate for me, are you?" he asked.

"yes," you nodded quickly, your hips bucking up as he touched you. "ichigo please."

"whatever you want, princess," he kissed your forehead softly before slowly pushing his length into you. he groaned quietly at the tightness, completely bottoming out before stilling to let you adjust. his hands gripped your hips, nails digging into your skin as he looked down at you for permission to move.

"you can move," you told him, your arms wrapping around to his back.

as soon as you said so he pulled out a little and thrusted back into you, his face in your neck as he groaned into the skin. he slowly built up a pace, mumbling curses and praises.

"fuck, baby- you feel so fuckin' good- fuck-" ichigo cursed, speeding up his movements.

whines and moans were spilling from your mouth, your nails scratching down ichigo's back as your cock only leaked more on your stomach and his. "ichi-ichigo! ohmygod," your eyes rolled back when he hit a certain spot inside of you.

"that's it, baby. just like that," he said, his hand reaching down to start pumping your cock as he continued his thrusts. "you're gonna make me cum, babe- shit! doing so good for me. just for me, right?"

"ye-yes!" you moaned out. "jus-just for you, no one else." you whimpered.

"such a good girl for me," his voice got scratchy as he spoke. "my good girl who lets me use her whenever i want. such a good girl," he whispered, his thrusts reaching deeper and deeper inside of you.

"fuck, ichigo!" you whined, feeling the familiar knot in the bottom of your stomach. "i'm gonna cum!"

"cum for me, princess." ichigo said, jerking off your cock faster. "make a mess for me, baby. cum all over me." he told you.

almost immediately after his words your back arched as you let out a borderline pornagraphic scream and spurts of your cum landed on your stomach and ichigo. you whimpered at the sensitivity as he kept thrusting inside of you, going faster trying to chase his high.

"let me cum inside you, please," he practically begged. "please, baby." his thrusts were becoming sporadic as he let out little groans and grunts.

"do it," you immediately replied. "cum in me, please."

after a few more quick thrusts, ichigo pushed in again and came, filling you up and letting out a moan as he pulled out and watched his cum leak out of you. "you did so good for me, princess." he whispered, pushing some of your hair out of your face. "let me go get a towel and i'll clean you up, okay?"

"okay," you nodded your head.

ichigo left to the bathroom and quickly returned with a small towel, wiping you down with it and cleaning you up before laying down next to you. "you should wear no panties more often," he said.

"you wish."

[o0o0thorn0o0o]

I really miss your art, please share any Ichihime sketches your draw ✨

Eheh, apologies for disappearing again; I appreciate you thinking about my art <3 <3

While I have been drawing since my last post, there’s a lot of other stuff to be preoccupied with as well, and my motivation… would you believe it’s being sluggish again? Haha.

So while I do have quite a few IH sketches, some I plan on finishing (and some of them hopefully very soon… one can wish, haha), and the others are too old at this point, I feel.

That said, I didn’t want to leave you empty-handed, and ‘tis the season, so have some autumn babs:

Ahhh, it was very fun sketching IchiHime for the sake of sketching IchiHime <3 <3 <3 Didn’t have to worry about being too perfectionistic (that’s definitely killing me rn, haha), and I got to experiment a bit, too. Since I hadn’t done a new color palette piece in a while, decided to go with a fall palette this time. As a result, they look so cozy 😌

Ah, but that wasn’t the only sketch I did either—haven’t used my palette in a while (to your guys’ knowledge, anyway… eheh…), so yeah, did one with that, too:

I hope getting these done keeps me in a productive state. One can only hope, haha but God, pleaseeee, I beggg.

No promises, but I’ll try to come out with other art soon.

But yeah, thank you very much for the ask—I really needed the excuse to simply sketch!! <3 <3 <3

[shrkichigo]

Misc doodle requests

[bleach-your-panties]

Can I get some dirty talk smut for Ichigo?

I know this has been a while ago but I just found these in my docs lol.

divider from @/cafekitsune

●Ichigo can be shy at times, causing him to stumble over his words.

●When he tried talking dirty to you for the first time, let's just say that he stuttered a lot with a strawberry red face (pun intended)

●As your relationship progressed, he learned a better technique.

●Now, he'll text you naughty little things while the two of you are in class, when you’re at work, or even when you're sitting across from him at the table while having dinner with his family.

●He likes to see you be the one to blush and get flustered.

●Text from Ichi💋😘🍓: Is your skirt always that short on you? Hmm, that's going to be a problem for me during class.

●Text from Ichi💋😘🍓: [3 attachments:]

●He would send you pics of his hard-ons that he got from staring at you in class.

●Text from Ichi💋😘🍓: Meet me in the bathroom after class. You need to take care of this.

●Now that your relationship has some years behind it, he's become more confident with talking nasty to you.

●Text from Ichi💋😘🍓: You know what I'm in the mood for? Your pussy in my mouth.

●He really enjoys food play, which could be a play on his name or just because he loves to get you all sticky so he can lick you up afterwards.

●His favorites are chocolate, caramel, and, of course, strawberries.

●Text from Ichi💋😘🍓: You know I’d really like to put you in a mating press rn. See how much dick you can handle before you tap out.

●Ichigo’s favorite positions will absolutely be ones where he's on top. There's just something so natural and primal about it; he absolutely loves it.

●Watching you moan and shake beneath him while he rocks his hips into you makes him fall deeper and deeper in love.

●The way your pussy grips his dick as hard as your little hands grip his arms drives him wild.

●Ichigo loves your tits.

●Don't be surprised when 90% of the times he asks for nudes it's for pics of your breasts.

●His favorites are the ones where you wear lacy red bras that show your nipples.

●Text from Ichi💋😘🍓: Fuck, baby, your tits are so gorgeous. Can't wait to spray my cum all over them.

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[rays-of-fire-and-ice]

Hi! congrats on the anniversary 🫶

For the fanfic request: Ichihime + second date ( first kiss ) 🍓🍞

As the Rain Falls

Rating: K/General with mild themes

Setting: little over a month after We do Knot Always Love You

Synopsis: Ichigo and Orihime go on their second date, both anxious and excited about their new relationship, but Ichigo has things on his mind he can’t shake off.

AN: First up, a sincere apology for how late this is!!! >_< I must admit, I kept getting writer’s block with this one, but I still wanted to persevere with it and try to write for different characters and a different ship.

At the same time however, I'll admit I’m nervous about this. I've never written a fic where Ichigo and Orihime are the main characters, and I know that they'll be written out of character as a result. And it's me, so this is probably more angsty than you wanted ^^;

I tried, and hopefully it makes for an entertaining read.

Hope you enjoy this one!

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Ichigo tucks his hands into his jacket pockets and bounces his knee as he looks around AB Cookies.

Arisa, who is currently at the counter, told him Orihime was getting changed and should be out soon. It had been only two minutes since then, but why did it feel like longer?

He sits in the corner at one of the few indoor tables, mostly ignored by the customers coming and going from the store. All around him, the room is brightly coloured in pastel hues and styled in a way that makes it appear homely and cute. If not for Orihime, he wouldn’t normally come to a place like this.

When another minute passes, he thinks to pull out one of his textbooks and study while he waits. He only gets as far as frowning at his backpack. Why is he so nervous? It’s not like this was their first date – that’d happened just over four weeks ago – so where is this anxious, fluttery energy coming from?

He blinks at hearing Orihime’s voice drift from the back. He straightens when she emerges from the doorway behind the rows of breads. She’s dressed in a bright sweater and skirt, and her boots clack on tiles then the wooden floors when she lifts the counter top and steps out to his side. She smiles widely when she glances at him, and he can’t help but smile back in return – she’s one of the few people who has that affect on him. 

She only gives him her full attention after she says goodbye to Arisa, who in turn thanks her for her work. He stands up, shouldering his backpack as she approaches.

“Kurosaki-kun,” she greets. “Sorry for you keeping you waiting.”

“It’s fine, you didn’t take that long,” he says. He tips his head towards the exit. “You wanna get going?”

They end up in the main street of Karakura Town, walking towards the shopping district. Cars rush by and people crowd the streets. Above them is a mostly blue sky, but clouds linger.

“How was your day?” Orihime asks.

Ichigo shrugs one shoulder. “Nothing much. Just went to lectures mostly.”

“Which ones were they for?”

“English studies. What about you? Anything happen today?”

“A lot, actually. I told Ari -- Oh, wait!” She comes to a stop and reaches into her bag. “Are you hungry?”

Before he can even respond, she pulls out a bread bun and breaks it into halves. “It’s got red bean paste and strawberry in it,” she says as she offers one half to him. “It’s spares from the batches I made this morning, and I thought, since you were up early…”

He smirks fondly as he takes it from her. It’s so typical of her to think of something like this. “Thanks, I think I need this.”

She practically glows, and he has to bite into the bun to not embarrass himself with a stupid grin and chuckle. He hates how this reminds him of the way his father acted around his mother. He hopes to never be like that with Orihime, but even so, there are those moments where she gets to him, where her happiness and excitement become almost infectious.

“Is it good?” she asks.

He nods, mouth full, and it only makes her beam wider. He bites harder into the bun the next time as heat rises up his neck.

“So, I made that new donut for Arisa-san and Ichinose-kun,” she says.

“Oh, the one with seaweed, strawberry, and cashews?” he asks, trying to keep the wariness out of his voice; these new recipes she comes up with always mean a lot to her, even if he can’t comprehend them.

“Yes! Although I had to change it. I think I brought them around to it after create one without the cashews, but I'm starting to wonder if maybe peanuts might work better.

"I-Is that so?"

"I just think it needs a salty or nutty element! It still tastes good with jut the seaweed and strawberry though. They’re thinking about putting it in the front.”

Despite his reservations, he can’t help but he proud of her and his smile returns. “That’s great, Inoue.”

Something must show in his expression, because a faint blush colours her cheeks. “A-Anyway, after that I was speaking with Arisa-san…”

They keep walking down the street as Orihime talks and occasionally nibbles on her half of the bun. He listens to her, and as she carries on about her work – about the small things like finding a gacha trinket on the ground on her way to work, and bigger things like a corporate event who requested catering from the bakery – they wonder from the streets to a nearby park.

For not the first time, he thinks about how peaceful its' become. He still fights Hollows, but isn't as often as it used to be. There’s no looming threat over them, nothing to stop them from being by each others’ side. It’s why, along with seeing how happy Renji and Rukia were, and the former’s encouragement, he finally decided to ask Orihime out.

Their first date had been clumsy in the first hour. He’d planned dinner and a movie, a typical date night according to Keigo and Tatsuki. After Ichigo arrived late and Orihime got flustered trying to reassure him it was fine, the air had been awkward around them. Just the week before he’d confessed to her, and she did the same, and now it’s apparent their feelings for each other were more than either of them thought. Gradually, after they'd finished their dinner and they left to go see the movie, things eased.

Perhaps that where these fluttery nerves came from, left over from their last date. He'd thought he'd be more relaxed consider today’s date was even simpler: a walk in the park, then find a restaurant for a late lunch. It’d been Orihime’s idea, claiming she didn’t need to do anything fancy or complicated with him. He can’t help but suspect she had him in mind though, knowing he’d be tired from his studies and late nights of fighting Hollows and performing konsos on a wondering Souls.

Yes, he thinks as he finishes off his half of the bun, he’s grateful for this peace.

However, like how Zangetsu’s voice had haunted him in the months after the Arrancar’s invaded Karakura Town, there’s a part of him that lingers in the back of his mind, skeptical. It makes him notice the crowds all around them. Parents watching their children run and play around the park. Couples occupying benches or walking past them in their own worlds. A group of teens in school uniforms hunched over a manga magazine, laughing at something they’ve read. Everyone here had been under threat just over three years ago, and they hadn’t even known it. He’d defeated Yhwach, and yet he’s still haunted by ‘what-ifs’. What if he hadn’t defeated him? What if another threat lurks right beneath them, one that hasn’t been seen yet?

“Kurosaki-kun?”

Ichigo blinks out of his reverie. “Ah, sorry.”

Orihime blinks up him in concern, and had brought them to a stop at the park’s fountain. “Is something wrong?”

He thinks to hold it back in, to do what he always did and bottle it up. He’d stew on it, but it would pass or continue to linger somewhere within him, as everything else had. But what had helped him get over it? Rukia had, and Chad, and Uryu, and Renji, and Orihime. He should be able to tell her anything, especially now that they’re going out.

He doesn’t want his mood to bring the date down, and he knows if he says it’s nothing, she’ll drop it, not wanting to pry further. Even so, he knows she’ll worry about whatever is bothering him. He can’t do that to her.

He’s not sure where to start, but he opens to his mouth to say something.

And then there’s a plop on his head.

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Orihime had imagined scenarios like this many times. Ichigo would grab her hand and they’d rush down the street, the rain falling over them as their feet splashed through puddles. Somehow, the clouds would be thin enough that the sun would peak through, making colours more vibrant beneath the glittering rain. At some point, in slow motion, Ichigo would look over his shoulder at her, hair somehow unaffected by the rain and haloed in a lighter shade of orange. smiling confidently, and saying something heroic or sweet.

And right now, Ichigo turns his head over his shoulder, cringing with his bangs plastered to his forehead, panting for air, and trying to blink the rain from his eyes. “You okay?”

She too has to get rid of the drop falling around her eyes to see him, wiping them and a strand hair stuck to the side of her face away with the heel of her palm. “Y-Yes! But where are we going?”

The rain comes down in torrents, drenching them in less than a minute. Around them, everyone is rushing out of the park and back to the shops that line the streets. She considers asking if they can head back to AB Cookie, but considering how soaked they are, she doesn’t want to cause any trouble for the staff in cleaning up after them; they’d probably make puddles in the middle of the store.

They run across a zebra crossing, and then next thing she knows, Ichigo brings her under the awning of a closed up shop. They almost hit the shutter door, stumbling under the shelter.

They take a moment to catch their breaths, with Ichigo hunched over and Orihime leaning against the shop’s garage door.

“This rain came out of nowhere!” she says. “The forecast was sunny. Guess I should’ve known better when I saw the clouds.”

Ichigo rises from his hunch. “You can’t predict the weather, Inoue.” He half teases and half reassures her, and she’s grateful for it.

“It’s still a shame we can’t go to the park now,” she says.

“We'll go another time. There's other stuff we can do. Unless you'd rather head home."

"Maybe we should wait until the rain stops...or there's less of it."

He only hums in acknowledgement.

It’s only then she realizes he still hasn’t let go of her hand, and she fears looking down at their joined hands and drawing attention to it will make him want to pull away. She discovered very quickly he got embarrassed by PDA – whether it was between them or with other couples. It’s oddly cute to her, and she herself still wasn’t sure if she likes it either. Holding hands like this, though, is something she’s always wanted.

The skin of his palm and fingers is rough from callouses, but the back side is softer than she expected. And it’s warm despite the rain.

Without meaning to, she squeezes his hand, and he looks down. Instead of pulling away, he tilts his head to the sky, almost shyly. She withholds a bewildered giggle. He can still surprise her, it seems.

It’s a minute later when the rain lessens.

“It’s not as bad now,” she says.

“Yeah…” He’s not fully there, his gaze turned up at the clouds. The rain affects him in a way she doesn’t fully understand yet. In the years since she first met him, whatever grips has gradually faded from what it used to be.

“We can probably head…” she starts, but trails off.

Now what? They can’t go to the park, and they can’t go out to lunch with their clothes so drenched. Maybe they should call it a day, and try again for next week sometime. But as Orihime eyes Ichigo, seeing the slight clench in his jaw and the way his eyes narrow at the sky, she knows she can’t leave him alone.

“Um…”

At her nervous fidgeting, he blinks, coming out of his daze, and looks to her. “What is it?”

“We can, um…w-we can head back to my place. It’s close by, so…”

Orihime tries and fails to push the heat rising to her face. Yes, Ichigo has been to her place many times before, but not since they started dating. Who knows what could happen? She tries to dismiss the sparkling fantasies that threaten to take over her mind.

“If you’re okay with that," he says, "just until the rain stops.”

“Of course!”

“Well, then, thanks.” He gentle pulls on her hand. “We should get going.”

He begins to lead her back out into the rain again.

“Actually…”

“Hm?”

At his raised brows, Orihime quickly bows her head. “Ah, yes, sorry! I uh, just…actually, nevermind!”

“Hey, come on. What is it?”

Orihime drops her rueful smile with a defeated chuckle. “It’s just that, after our date, I planned to go to the convenience store to pick up a few things. With this rain though, it’s probably better that we just head back.”

“We can still stop along the way. You’ll need help carrying things, right?”

She’d never point it out, but there were times she senses an eagerness from him, one he’d keep reserved under many layers. It’s another endearing quality she secretly loved about him. With a nod, she says, “Then, if it’s not too much trouble….”

He gives her a small smile. “It isn't, Inoue.”

She has to turn away as her heart skips a beat.

They make a quick dash to the convenience store that’s a few minutes from her home. She stops under the entrance’s awning and grabs the end of her skirt to wring some of the rain water out. She barely hears Ichigo’s quiet chuckle over the rain. “Don’t think it’ll make much of a difference.”

“Well, we might end up making puddles in there,” she reasons.

“It’ll be fine, we’re not staying long, right?”

As soon as they enter the convince store, Orihime bows apologetically to the cashier. Ichigo just sniffs, trying to cover up another chuckle. She’s quick to go the aisles for milk and despite the slight indignation rising in her, Orihime is glad to see faint amusement in Ichigo's expression.

She’d also imagined a scenario like this, albeit without them being wet and cold. Somehow, though, she liked how this was turning out instead. Maybe it’s knowing Ichigo is following her as she went down the aisles, his footsteps always behind her or at her side. Maybe it’s the fact that when she picks up a cup of noodles, he asks what she’ll make with it, and even as she lists off all the ingredients that sound odd to put with it, he offers weary encouragement. Maybe it’s discovering he likes a particular brand of rice crackers when she goes to pick up her usual one, and explaining to him why she prefers this one over the others. They’re small, mundane things, but every little part of it is something she can say she’s experienced with him now.

Everything comes to a halt when they get to the freezers. Orihime almost frowns when she has to crane her neck to see the milk she normally buys. “They must have moved everything  around, these never used to be so high up.”

She opens the fridge door and stands on her tippy toes.

She stops when Ichigo steps up behind her and reaches his hand into the freezer. “I’ll get it.”

Her back is almost pressed against his chest, and as she turns to look at him, she’s struck once again by how tall he is. From this angle she can admire the strong line of his jaw, and watches a raindrop roll off it and hit the collar of the shirt beneath his jacket. Once he hands her the milk, she snaps out of it. “Ah, thank you!”

However, neither of them moves. Orihime stares up at him, and he stares back. Her heart flutters at the hint of softness in his gaze. It’s nothing like her fantasies, where there’s sparkles and flowers magically appearing around them. She swallows, unsure if she’s bold enough to do what she’d always wanted to ever since he confessed to her.

Before she can think any further, Ichigo clears his throat and abruptly turns away. “Sorry, I, uh…”

Orihime shakes her head and takes the bottle of milk from him. “Ah, i-it’s fine! I, um…hey, look, there’s my favourite icecream! I should grab a tub while I’m here!”

She quick to move away, and she’s certain the heat colouring her face will dry her scalp in no time.

Several minutes later, she pays for the milk, a tub of biscuit and tea flavored ice-cream, three cups of noodles, two ramen kits, and a packet of rice crackers.

When they step back out, he holds out his hand. “I can carry it.”

“There’s no need.” When his hand doesn’t drop, she takes out the milk. “If you’re sure.”

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Whenever Ichigo enters Orihime’s house, he’d find his gaze wondering over to Sora’s photo. It happens not long after he takes his shoes off and he steps into the main room, and today is no exception as he removed his jacket and hangs it on a free hook; it drips over his shoes. He only looks away when Orihime puts the shopping bag on the kitchen counter.

She puts away the ice-cream, and it prompts him to hand her the milk again. “This too.”

She comes over to him, takes the bottle, and as he makes to step into the main area, she holds up her hand.

“Hold on a second,” she says before turning and putting the milk in fridge.

He doesn’t move beyond the tiny foyer, waiting for her after she dashes off to the bathroom. She comes out with two towels and holds one out to him. “It’s not much, but maybe for your hair?”

“You didn’t have to,” he says. But the it occurs to him he’d probably drip all over her floorboards. “You sure you’re okay with me coming in?”

There’s a pause, and a faint blush rushes up in her face. “O-Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Think I’m going to make everything damp,” he says while rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

“Oh, no, it’s fine! It’ll dry eventually.” She lifts the other towel. “If you’re worried, you can always put this over the cushion at the kotatsu.”

He normally wouldn’t care, but he takes both towels from her. “Yeah, sure.”

“Make yourself comfortable,” she offers. “I’ll just go get changed and then make some tea. Or would you like hot cocoa? I got some a few days ago, I haven’t tried it yet.”

 “Tea is fine.”

She smiles with a nod before going to her bedroom.

He remains near his shoes, drying off his arms, face, and hair before going to kotatsu. After laying the second towel down over the cushion he sits. He continues patting down and drying his hair as he waits. He ignores the rain thrumming gently against the windows, and once again, his gaze wonders to Sora’s picture. A bowl of nashi pears lies on one side of the photo, and a recently lit incense stick on the other.

A part of him wishes he’d properly met her brother while he was still alive, so that Acidwire and the night he was brought to the Kurosaki Clinic weren’t the only memories he had of him. Compared to everything else, however, it feels like a distant memory, and it thankfully ended in a better outcome than others.

Orihime emerges from her room, now dressed in a new sweater and jeans, and a headband pushes her damp hair behind her shoulders. She hums while boiling the water and taking out the teapot. Watching her brings a sense of calm to him, and a relief that doesn’t surprise him as much as he thought.

It’s not the first time Ichigo wonders if everything they’ve been through has affected her. Does she still have bad dreams? How much had she told Tatsuki? Were there things she hadn’t told him yet? Would she ever tell him?

And perhaps that is what bothered him most. He, Orihime, and their friends had to live with those memories, and all of consequences that came with them as the world went on ignorant to what had almost happened.

He’d been almost ordinary once, going to school and getting into trouble with humans. At the time seeing the Souls always reminded him he was anything but normal, and since becoming a Shinigami, any chance of him being fully human had been dashed.

It had been his choice, one he didn’t truly regret despite everything that came after. He had been powerless to help others in need, to protect those he cared about, and Rukia had given him that chance on that fateful night.

But Orihime had been ordinary – or at least, more ordinary than him.

He didn’t know much about her parents, but of what little he did know, he knew they were the kind of people he would’ve kicked to the curb. And yet she had gone through that and was still able to smile, just as she had with everything that happened in Los Noches.

So caught up in his thoughts, he doesn’t notice her approach until she sets a mug down in front of him.

“Here,” she says. “It’s just black tea, I ran out of green. Didn’t think to get it while I was at the convenience store, silly me.”

He manages a faint smile. “It’s fine, thanks.”

She settles down to right, wrapping her hands around her own mug. After a moment, she says, “Before…there was something you were going to say. Do you still want to say it?”

He stares down at his dark reflection in the tea, considering. “It’s nothing major, and it’ll pass.”

She shuffles, and then her hand slides along the table and into his view, stopping centimeters from his. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it,” she reassures. “I don’t want to upset you.”

“You don’t,” he says, raising his gaze to her. “You never have.”

It’s a bold confession from him, and he’s saddened to see her withhold a wince. Perhaps there are still some things she holds from the past, misplaced guilt in her role of situations beyond her control.

“Inoue.” He gingerly takes hold of her fingers, and struggles to find the right words. “It’s nothing for you to worry about.”

“Maybe it is.” She brings her hand around his, her grip warm and firm. “Whatever we face, it’s together, right?”

For a second he’s brought back to facing Yhwach. He’d asked Orihime to be his shield, to fight at his side against a foe of unknowable strength, for a future that wasn’t guaranteed.

How could he have been so foolish right now?

He can’t help but smile ruefully to himself. “Yeah, of course.” Then, after swallowing thickly. “Are you happy?”

It’s a sudden question, one he hadn’t thought to ask but had come forth anyway. Sensing how loaded it is, Orihime looks out the window in thought for several heartbeats. Her lips form a slow, sweet grin. "I am."

He tries to ignore the skip of his heartbeat, and the uncomfortable way his throat constricts. Before he can say anything, she continues, and her smile wavers slightly. "What about you, Kurosaki-kun? Are you happy?"

He thought it would take him longer to answer, but it comes to him with a few memories. The first is returning to everyone after Yhwach’s defeat. Despite the mix of emotions -- the melancholoy of Yhwach’s final words and the pinch of fear for the unknown ahead of them --  it all dulled away to an intense relief at seeing his friends. Uryu stood far away, watching as everyone rejoiced at seeing one another. Ichigo knew a conversation would be had some point, but the fact he was there was enough hope for him for now.

The second was his high school graduation. He grumbled on the day it on the day, and despite how mundane it would seem to many compared to what he’d achieved in other worlds, he felt a small sense of pride at having finished it. Isshin of course was an embarrassment on the day, one minutes shouting his praises about Ichigo and the next weeping about how he's grown so much. He'd taken a picture of him and his friends together, one that Orihime had a copy of on the wall near her bedroom door.

The last was watching Renji and Rukia get married, seeing their friends and the Shinigami happy for them. It was only then the peace truly hit him, that maybe he can gather the courage to tell Orihime how he truly felt. And the excitement and anxiety that came when she said she was free three days from then.

The nerves from before hadn't just come from a change in their relationship, from friendship to something more, but from the thought it could be disrupted by a new threat. But he had chosen this dangerous life, and she had joined him and others in it. They all know the risks, but they didn't have to always be hyper-vigilant. They had to live.

“Yeah, I am.”

At her widened grin, he remembers for a short period of time after Yhwach’s defeat when Orihime had put on smiles, attempting to mask the sadness and pain she truly felt. According to Tatsuki, it had been while he was in his comatose state after Aizen’s defeat. In both cases, that gradually changed.

In the face of everything that had come before and because she had the courage to in the face over everything that tried to take it from her, she still smiles and laughs. She helps others and protects Karakura Town. He can see why otherwise would under-estimate her – he may have once himself – but in truth, she’s probably one of the strongest people he knows. He’d grown to love her for those reasons and more.

And he loves her for it. He gets strength from her because of it. He can go into this peace with her because of it.

It’s only then he realizes he’s gotten closer to her, so much so her face takes up most of his view. She stares at him wide eyed, her lips parted and her cheeks flushed as she tries to stammer out his name. It's just like before in the convenience store; she'd captivated him with just a look.

“Ah, sorry,” he chokes out, but he barely leans back. It’s as if he’s frozen in place, and the only way to come unstuck is to lean forward.

With one last gaze flickering to her lips, he leans in. She does the same before he closes his eyes. He’s be ashamed to admit he’d imagined this at more than once, but it’s not how he expected it to be. It’s soft and awkward, both of them frozen in place, afraid to move despite how misplaced their lips had locked. He pulls back a little and tries again. If Orihime’s quiet, pleased sigh and the way his heart beats faster is any indication, it’s better.

A warmth spreads through him, radiating from his chest and thrumming through his fingers. He’s light-headed as they pull apart, and when their eyes flutter open, his heart skips a beat at seeing the softness in her expression. He’s with her, holding her hand,

When the haze of whatever this is has worn off, he’ll elaborate further on what bothers him. And when he does, she’ll listen intently, holding his hand, and smile when he he’s done, and be glad he told her. More than that, however, she’ll be glad they can go together into this newfound peace.

Dealing with the memories of the darker and weaker moments had become easier him and the others as time went on. He, Orihime, and their friends kept walking forward in the face of it, and eventually alongside it, and one day, past it as they forge their futures.

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AU Doctor Jaegerjaquez 🩺

Ooo, I've kinda thought about this before when I wrote this fic. I tend to see Grimmjow more as a nurse but I think it's because of this GrimmIchi fic I read awhile ago. This'll be short, but I hope you enjoy.

Doctor!Grimmjow Headcanons 😷

Many people were shocked when Grimmjow decided to become doctor. And with good reasons too. Grimmjow sent people do the doctors. He seemed interested in breaking bodies rather than reparing them. But he stuck with it.

Learning anatomy came fairly easy for him. "It's just muscles and bones." He would often say when others asked his secret. I think it was just something he oddly fixated on.

Grimmjow was always fascinated about learning war/military doctor stories about people who had to figure out a solution when all their training and experience told them to give up. Grimmjow didn't like to give up, so he could certainly relate.

He was lucky enough that his college roommate grew up in a local clinic. Even though they bickered, Grimjow would listen to his stories about sudden emergencies and how they doctored up teh patient until the big name hospitals arrived.

Residencies were a bit of a challenge. Grimmjow knew that he wasn't the best at working with people, but he also called out doctors when their judgements were wrong or if they were being an ass to the nurses.

Those ladies and gentlemen were tough, so he definitely gave them his respect.

After his rounds and hella debt, Grimmjow ended up working in the heart of the city and lived with that annoying roommate of his who'd listen to Grimm rant about difficult insurance standards and lazy know-it-alls.

"I literally just stitched his finger for like 3 minutes. I'm not gonna charge him fucking $1200!"

The emergency room calls Grimmjow's name, and it's where he thrives. It's not like being in a warzone, but the chaos and unexpectedness gives Grimmjow hella adrenaline most days.

He didn't expect to be emotionally impacted by the job, but it does get to him occasionally how things can go south no matter how much effort is put in.

Injured/sick children hurt him a lot though he never shows it.

Grimmjow does frequent a martial arts studio to stay fit and work out his emotions. Some people are afraid to get on the mat with him, but there's a good few who will duke it out.

Grimmjow talks a lot of shit about how he's gonna change industries once his debts are paid, but everyone knows he enjoys his job.

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Hi, I hope you are better, I would like to know if you have writing work on ichigo, especially fluff or humour, because i really need more of him 🤭? Thx so much dear 💞

(if it's not clear/english is the fault of google translate and reverso these son of 😡☺️)

Hiiii! I'm doing much better, thank you!

I think I have two works for Ichigo in my drafts and I'm currently working on them <3 But I plan on writing more for him in the future!

Thank you, much love <3

[thewritetofreespeech]

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

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

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

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

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★ CHRISTMAS BLEACH ICONS ★ -> requested by anon Heya sweetie I hope you like them ^^ Thank you for your request! FEEL FREE TO USE!!!! REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!!! Thank you for all your support guys! 🎔

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