#ichigo x grimmjow

[bleach-ships]

yeah, rivals

[wakeuplouie]

ichigo finally getting some pussy

(it's the 4th time I'm trying to upload tumblr please)

[b4nka1]

nsfw : breeding, breakups, cockwarming.

MEN who ever so casually tell everyone you're their best friend, swinging an arm around your shoulder as you spoke to others.

MEN who know it isn't right. you have a boyfriend, they shouldn't be feeling this way towards you. they're just a friend to you, nothing more than that.

MEN who shamelessly admit to their friends that they like you, but since you have a boyfriend they hold themselves back.

MEN who let you cry into their shoulder as you keep telling them how much of an asshole your ex was, how he cheated on you, and how much he'd taunted you.

MEN who shameless pound into your sloppy cunt, to make you forget about the ex who wasn't so worth it. they drill into your cunt so perfectly, showing you who is more worth your love and affection.

MEN who stuff you full of their cum, until your tiny hole is leaking of his seed.

MEN who scoop up that dripping cum with their fingers amd shove it back into you, moaning at the way your gummy walls are sucking his fingers in even more.

MEN who kiss your forehead goodnight, as you're still sticky and hot down there, with his dick shoved into you sp you don't spill any of his cum out in your sleep.

MEN who treat you like an absolute goddess once they find out you're pregnant with his child, ready to kill whoever comes in his way.

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toji, sukuna, miguel, hobie, gojo, kakyoin, shiu, nanami, geto, hakari, polnareff, reiner, eren, ichigo, grimmjow, starrk .

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© 2023 @b4nka1 ;; do not imitate.

[sukun4scumdump]

18+, visual content, mdni - p!link included.

He jerking his cock violently, on the verge to cum while you just stand in front of him, whining and begging to either touch his cock or be touched. He grunts when he sees your pouty little expression, your plump lower lip jutting out which turned him in even more. He's fisting his dick harder now, hips jerking to meet the pace of his hands. His other hand swiftly tugs the hem of your panties as he cums into them, watching his thick, translucent send drip onto your folds and clit. With a smile on his face he lets go, patting your sweet, aching and throbbing cunny through your panties, giving you a quick kiss.

"My cum dumpster will take such good care of my load, I know."

satoru, toji, kento, eren, jean, ichigo, renji, grimmjow, sukuna, obito, simon, hiromi, gintoki, light, miguel, your faves >~<

© 2024 @sukun4scumdump . do not copy, imitate or plagiarize. all content is purely an imagination, except for characters and universes .

[pipstr]

"Let's fight, Kurosaki" 3/6

I'd be happy to receive your feedback aka reblogs (with tags i LOVE tags UwU), likes and follows. Stay tuned because this is only a half of what I plan to draw!

[cspcrashing]

a quieter reunion

[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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[jirishnesensei]

I am ready and PREPARED for all the new grimmjow fanfics going to come out when his scenes hit 💙 😭 💙

[nellielsss]

Bleach Men I'd do Until Sunrise

Since my summer classes are over, I can FINALLY go back to thinking about more important things, like all the bleach men I want in me. Here's the full list and reasons why 😘 Bleach is also the only Big 3 anime with consistently fine men, and that's a HUGEEE bonus for me

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

A man with muscles is always gonna do it for me every time. Kubo but his entire pussy into his design of Grimmjow like his appearance>>> the hollow mask, the blue hair, the natural eyeliner, so what if he has a hole in his abs?! I'm still putting it down on him 😻 also LOOK AT THAT FERAL SMILE OF HIS oh I know he's a FREAKKKK in bed (he and my self-insert are also married and have an arrancar-soul reaper kid)

2. Kensei Muguruma

I have a problem when it comes to ISTP men who are stoic but also easy to fluster... it may be the ENTJ in me but I'll always love me an ESTP/ISTP man, the brute + confident and strong diva duo will always do it for me every single time without failure, also, again, MUSCLESSS!! I need to be taken to paris by him and Grimmy

3. Cang Du

The man himself who inspired Toji... even though his body's not as built as Toji's, he's still so fine! He's also one of the only non-female Quincies I like (the other one being Äs Nödt but I like him for his creepy he is) anyways he also has some muscle on him + he's not as loud and cocky as the other quincies (yes, I know Grimmjow doesn't shut up, but he's mega foine so he gets a pass)

4. Shūhei Hisagi

Again w the dark-haired muscular men!! Unlike the others, who are mainly known for being tsundere/stoic men, Hisagi has sm cute little moments in the show, like all his moments with Rangiku are so adorable like I'd love flustering this man to death!! (Kubo needs to give him more battles that he wins bc why he he constantly losing every single one 💀)

5. Kaien Shiba

Yet another dark-haired man! Who would've guessed?! anyway, I looooveee his little mentor moments with Rukia, but the little amount of screentime he got in the series was so annoying, especially given how handsomeee this man is with his lil mullet like please return in a flashback idk

6. Ichigo Kurosaki

Ofc, the protagonist of the series gets to be on this list... I didn't find him THAT cute early on in the series, but now that he's drawn better and has more muscle (I'm a fiend for muscles), he's wayyy hotter, also his little mullet moments were soooo UGH please Orihime Inoue my queen make him bring back the mullet, plus his drip/casual outfits are UNMATCHEDD ABSOLUTELY UNMATCHED

Anyway that's all! At least until I watch more episodes...

[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.

[witchmachi]

ummm … happy birthday ichigo this is all i have for you

[bleach-ships]

I can’t sleep so i did this (_ _).｡o○

[kinq-sleazee]

18+ feral thoughts of meanie!ichigo pulling your hair while you top him of in his frat brother!grimmjow cause it’s his birthday and that’s my man.

tw! degradation, oral , recording 🫶🏾

♕ ♕ ♕ ♕

they’re so bad too. like super sleazy bros that major in mansplaining and manipulation but get absolutely irate when you choose the bear !

you’re the problem not them.

why’d you wear such glossy lips if you didn’t plan on sucking dick today , whore ?

valid.

meanie!ichigo is very mean about it. he doesn’t care if you can breathe. he’ll pinch your nose while he feeds you his cock. in and out , brutally thrusting into your warm wet mouth. the way your throat bulges makes him throb.

meanie!ichigo moans so sluttily when you gagged around him. it feels so good , y’know? wraps your hair around his hand and just holds you against him. you couldn’t move even if you wanted to.

“that’s it, sweetie. be a good girl and take it. that’s all you’re really good for anyway”

fratbrother!grimmjow has the camera making sure to get every single angle of you chocking on his bro. loves the way you whimper and whine.

he’s definitely stroking his cock in time with ichigo’s thrust. you look so good with all those tears running down that pretty face of yours.

“y’know you sound way smarter with a cock in your mouth, pretty. can’t wait for my turn”.

[timetravellingshinigami]

My fave "there's no heterosexual explanation for this"

[satsugacafe]

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝…

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hello! I hope you’re doing well. Do you still accept requests? If yes, can I request an idea, please? What about Aizen, Kisuke, Grimmjow (separately) protecting their s/o? Like s/o was injured in the battle and they’re protecting her? I do hope you’ll accept ma request!

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Aizen, Kisuke, Grimmjow, Ichigo, Zaraki, Byakuya

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Decided to add a few extra characters to the request because I had some headcanons on them for something similar, and I didn’t wanna leave them out :) Plus, I included them taking care of you as well.

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, blood, injuries, humour

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: When they protect and care for you when you get injured during a fight.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

︶꒦꒷Aizen Sosuke꒷꒦︶

Aizen rarely lets you get injured in the first place, always several steps ahead of any threat, but the moment you bled in front of him, something in his eyes shifted. He didn't lash out, didn’t rage—his control was perfected—but there was deliberate cruelty to the way he cut down your attackers, a methodical efficiency that was almost…clinical.

He barely glanced at your wound at first, not because he didn’t care, but because he knew you weren’t dying and could afford to wait while he finished dealing with the insects who had dared to touch you.

He didn’t rush to leave, taking his time to ensure you were stable, but the moment you could stand, he pulled you into his arms. “You will not inconvenience me like this again,” he murmured, though there was something dangerously soft in his tone, something that almost—almost—sounded like concern.

“Was it necessary to leave everyone in such a paralysing state of hypnosis?”

Your answer was a sharp glance followed by a smirk of superiority. Not a glance was spared to those behind you on the field—not fool would dare tail after him—left in a state of paralysis as all your enemies lay on the floor. Except for your assailant. He was cut with a single, swift blow.

“You should have dodged.” His voice was smooth as ever, carrying neither mockery nor concern—just an infuriating certainty as if your near-death experience was nothing more than a miscalculation.

A sharp exhale left your lips as the pain flared, but you still shot him a glare. “You—should have helped sooner.”

His lips twitched at that, amused rather than chastised. “If I intervened every time you were reckless, I’d never get anything else done.”

Despite his words, his grip tightened, fingers pressing against your thigh where he held you securely. His movements were effortless as if carrying your weight was nothing at all. He didn’t even glance back at the battlefield, fully confident that no one would be foolish enough to pursue him.

“I can walk.”

“You can’t.”

“Sosuke—”

A deliberate flicker of his spiritual pressure pressed against you, silencing your protests instantly. His smirk widened. “You’ll be quiet if you know what’s good for you.”

A growl of frustration caught in your throat, but the pain in your ribs stopped you from saying anything more. The bastard was right, and he knew it. As he stepped through the open doors of his private quarters, a space untouched by the outside world. The moment he set you down on the futon, his fingers moved to peel away your torn uniform with unnerving precision. Your breath caught as he revealed the deep wound, the edges red and raw, but his expression never wavered. “You’re lucky,” he murmured as he his fingers brushing against your skin. “A few inches deeper, and you wouldn’t be arguing with me right now.”

You swallowed hard, watching him work as he produced a cloth, soaked in a pungent-smelling ointment, and pressed it firmly against the wound. A hiss escaped your lips, but he ignored it.

“You enjoy this, don’t you?” You gritted your teeth, the sting spreading through your side like fire. “Sitting there, acting like you know everything.”

His smirk remained. “I do know everything. At least, everything worth knowing.”

You scoffed, but before you could fire back, his free hand slid up your thigh, the touch firm and…distracting. “Rest.” His voice left no room for argument. “Or I’ll make you.”

Damn him.

And worse, damn yourself for knowing that if he wanted to, he absolutely could.

︶꒦꒷Urahara Kisuke꒷꒦︶

He was in the middle of fighting when he saw you go down, and whatever amusement had been lingering in his expression vanished instantly. He carved through the battlefield with an almost unsettling accuracy. He didn’t play with his enemies, didn’t taunt or toy with them as he usually would—he just destroyed them.

“Ah, you’ve really done it this time,” he muttered when he finally reached you, crouching beside you with a quick assessment of your injury. His hat had been knocked askew at some point, and there was something oddly grim about the way he looked at you, as though he were calculating how much damage had been done and whether he should scold you now or later.

He didn’t leave your side until he was sure you were stable, and even then, his hand lingered against yours for just a moment longer than necessary, as if reassuring himself that you were still there, still breathing.

“You really do enjoy giving me heart attacks, don’t you?” Kisuke had you pinned against the wall of his underground shop, his hat tipped back just enough to reveal the sharp glint of his eyes as he examined the deep gash running down your arm.

His voice carried its usual lightness, but his grip on your wrist was firm, unyielding. Blood dripped from your fingertips, staining the floorboards. The battlefield had been a mess, but you’d held your own—at least, until something faster, stronger, had torn through your defence.

You let out a sharp breath, wincing as he pressed a cloth against the wound. “Would you prefer I let myself die instead?”

“Well,” he drawled, tying the bandage with quick efficiency, “I’d certainly prefer you didn’t make a habit of it.”

Your vision swam slightly as exhaustion set in, and before you could protest, Kisuke scooped you up, carrying you towards the back room where the futons were kept. You were deposited unceremoniously onto the mattress, his reiatsu curling around you like a blanket.

“I can still fight—”

“Ah-ah.” He waggled a finger, his grin widening. “That’s my line, sweetheart.”

You tried to sit up, but his hand pressed against your forehead, pushing you right back down. “Let’s not pretend I’m going to let you move from this spot.”

Your lips parted in protest, but before you could get a word out, he reached into his sleeve and pulled out a brightly wrapped sweet, popping it into your mouth with an infuriating flick of his wrist.

“Good patients get candy,” he teased, eyes gleaming. “And you? You’re being my very worst patient.”

You glared at him but begrudgingly sucked on the candy, the taste of honey and citrus distracting you from the dull throb in your arm.

“Now that’s a good little patient! So stay put, or I really will tie you down.” He grinned, tapping a finger against your forehead.

You wouldn’t put it past him.

︶꒦꒷Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez꒷꒦︶

He was in the middle of tearing someone apart when he caught the scent of your blood, and whatever he had been doing no longer mattered. Eyes locked onto you, and for a second, everything else blurred into white noise. He was on your attacker before they could even react, his claws sinking into their flesh with a viciousness that was far beyond what was necessary.

When he finally returned, his expression was dark, his knuckles split open, but his attention was entirely on you. “You’re a real pain in the ass, y’know that?” He grumbled as he knelt beside you again, but his touch was surprisingly careful as he checked your wound.

If you so much as winced, he clicked his tongue, narrowing his eyes. “You owe me for making me deal with that bastard. You can pay me back by not bein’ a dumbass next time.” Despite the rough words, there was something almost gentle in the way he adjusted your position, making sure you were comfortable.

There was a snarl as he kicked open the door, carrying you into the dimly lit room with far more force than necessary. The walls trembled from the impact, but he barely noticed, too busy glaring down at you. His grip on you was rough, but not cruel—his arms caged you against his chest, his reiatsu still flaring with unchecked aggression. His instincts were still in battle mode, and he was pissed.

“What the fuck was that back there?”

You groaned, shifting slightly. “You’re the one who ran off. I had to handle things myself.”

His eyes burned with irritation. “Bullshit. You were reckless.”

You rolled your eyes. “And you weren’t?”

His growl vibrated through your body, and the next thing you knew, he’d tossed you onto the bed, looming over you with bared teeth. “You got hurt, dumbass.”

A sharp inhale left your lips as he yanked your torn top down, exposing the bruises and cuts littering your skin. His gaze darkened, his fingers twitching at the sight of blood.

“Grimmjow, what the fuck?! You can’t just—” you attempted to scold him at his lack of tenderness, however he was quicker.

“There isn’t anything you have that I haven’t seen before, so shut up.” His tongue clicked in frustration. “You’re supposed to let me take the hits.”

You huffed. “I can handle myself.”

He ignored you, dipping his head to press his mouth to the wound, his tongue flicking over the raw skin. The complaints that sat at the tip off your tongue fell short as his tongue continued to swipe at your bruises. His saliva burned slightly, but the pain faded almost instantly. His healing factor had always been ridiculously effective, but the way he applied it—mouth hot against your skin—was another thing entirely.

You shivered. “You enjoy this too much.”

His smirk was all teeth. “If you’re gonna get yourself beat up, you might as well let me have some fun with it.”

You had a feeling he wasn’t letting you leave that bed anytime soon.

︶꒦꒷Kurosaki Ichigo꒷꒦︶

Ichigo didn’t even realise you’d been hurt at first. He’d been too busy fighting, too caught up in the chaos of battle, but the moment he saw you stumble, the way your blood hit the ground, he snapped. His body moved before his mind could catch up, instincts taking over as he was suddenly in front of you, blade clashing against your attacker’s with enough force to send them flying.

He didn’t give them a chance to recover as he cut them down. And when he turned back to you, eyes wide with something between anger and concern. “What the hell happened?” he’d panic while his hands were already reaching for you.

He didn’t move away, didn’t leave your side, even when the fight was over. He stayed close, arms crossed, watching you with a sharp gaze. If anyone even looked at you wrong, they were getting his kick.

“You’re such a goddamn idiot,” he muttered, his jaw tight with frustration. “Taking a hit for me like that—what the hell were you thinking?” Blood seeped through your uniform, staining his hands, but he didn’t care—he only cared about getting you the hell away from there.

You winced, shifting slightly against his chest. “That you’re the one who keeps saving everyone. Thought I’d return the favour.”

His grip tightened, his reiatsu flaring, wild and unchecked. “That’s not how this works. You don’t throw yourself in front of shit for me.”

The way his voice cracked slightly at the end made your chest ache. You had seen Ichigo angry before, frustrated, even exasperated—but this was different. His brows were furrowed, his mouth set in a grim line, and despite the rough way he carried you, his hands were trembling just slightly.

The moment he landed back at Urahara’s shop, he didn’t wait for anyone—he took you straight inside, laying you down on the futon with more care than he’d ever admit to. His hands hovered uselessly over your wounds, his frustration mounting. “Where’s that damn fan-waving bastard when you actually need him?”

You reached out, fingers brushing his wrist. “You gonna patch me up yourself, hero?”

His scowl deepened, but he didn’t pull away. “Damn right I am.”

His movements were rough but efficient, peeling away the shredded fabric of your uniform to get a better look at the wound. His brows furrowed, and he let out a slow breath, trying to calm himself.

“You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. His reiatsu settled as he pressed a damp cloth against your wound. His fingers were warm, his touch gentle despite his earlier anger.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, you know,” you muttered, smirking slightly.

His lips parted, a comeback on the tip of his tongue, but he stopped himself, exhaling sharply. Instead, he leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours for just a moment, his breath warm against your skin.

“Just—don’t do that shit again,” he muttered. “You scared the hell outta me.”

You smiled faintly. “No promises.”

He groaned. “Why the hell do I even like you?”

You laughed. “Because I’m amazing?”

He rolled his eyes, but his grip on your hand didn’t loosen.

︶꒦꒷Zaraki Kenpachi꒷꒦︶

Zaraki barely registered the attack that hit you at first—caught up in the thrill of the fight, his instincts had been honed for battle, not defence. But the moment he smelt blood—your blood—something in him shifted. His grin dropped, his posture stiffened, and when he turned to look at you, there was a moment of complete silence before everything erupted.

He didn’t just attack your opponent—he obliterated them. His sword tore through them with such force that the shockwave alone cracked the ground. There was no drawn-out fight, no playing around. They had touched what was his, and that was something he didn’t forgive.

Once the battle was over, he didn’t ask if you were alright—he just stared at you for a long moment before scoffing, ruffling a hand through his hair. “Next time, don’t go gettin’ yourself messed up. Ain’t fun fightin’ when I gotta worry about your dumb ass.” It was as close to concern as he was willing to admit.

Being carried like a ragdoll after a minor injury was exactly the idea you had in mind when taking a hit, but the way his hand gripping your waist as he walked through the wreckage of the battlefield, completely unfazed, left you wondering if it was a great idea. You had nearly gotten your ass handed to you, blood dripping down your arm, but he just kept walking, grinning like he hadn’t almost watched you collapse.

“You really thought you could handle that one alone, huh?”

You groaned, your head lolling against his shoulder. “I could have.”

His laugh was sharp, wild. “Yeah? With what, your damn stubbornness? Thought you were tougher than this.”

You knew he was messing with you, but it still pissed you off. “Put me down and I’ll show you how tough I am.”

His grin widened. “Yeah? Let’s do it. Right here. You bleed out first, or I win?”

You huffed, glaring up at him. “You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re an idiot.” He adjusted you in his grip, his hand pressing against your side a little more firmly, and you realised—he was making sure you weren’t slipping, despite his teasing.

By the time he reached the barracks, he all but threw you onto a spare futon, crouching beside you with his usual wild grin. “You done being stupid, or do I gotta tie you down to keep you from getting up again?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you shot back.

His smirk turned sharp. “Hell yeah, I would,” he exclaimed while pulling the cap of a sake bottle and directing it towards your injury. Without warning, while he maintained a shit-eating grin, he poured the alcohol all over your wound.

You gritted your teeth as he poured sake directly onto your wounds. The sting burned straight through you, making you arch up with a sharp hiss. “Sadistic son of a—”

“Relax. It’s just a little pain.” His grin stretched wider. “Ain’t like you can’t handle it.”

You wanted to smack him. Instead, you let your head drop back onto the futon, your body too drained to keep arguing. Zaraki just huffed, his fingers working fast as he patched you up with the kind of efficiency that only came from years of battlefield experience.

Once he was satisfied, he plopped down beside you, stretching out with a lazy grunt. His arm slung over your waist, anchoring you in place.

“You ain’t moving till you heal,” he muttered. “Try it, and I’ll break your legs myself.”

You scowled, but your body was already betraying you, exhaustion pulling you under. Zaraki just chuckled, his reiatsu settling around you like a heavy blanket.

“Whatever,” you grumbled.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he retorted. “You’re a pain in my ass. But if you die on me, who the hell am I supposed to fight with, huh?”

There was something in his tone, something almost serious beneath the teasing. His golden eye was fixed on you, watching you carefully, as if making sure you were really still breathing.

“…I’m not going anywhere,” you muttered.

His grin softened—just a little.

“Damn right you’re not.”

︶꒦꒷Kuchiki Byakuya꒷꒦︶

Byakuya had seen your injury the moment it happened. He had been aware of every movement, and yet, somehow, he had still been too far away to prevent it. A mistake. One that would not be repeated.

His blade was drawn before the enemy even realised their mistake. There was no warning, no time to react—one moment they were standing, the next they were collapsing, their body sliced apart with a level of precision that was almost beautiful.

After the fight, he returned to your side immediately, his expression as unreadable as ever. “Do not move,” he said simply, kneeling once again to check your injury. His fingers lingered against your skin for a moment longer than necessary before he withdrew.

“You were reckless.”

You sighed, shifting slightly as he secured another bandage around your shoulder. “You’re starting to sound like Ichigo.”

His gaze flickered to you, unimpressed. “If even he finds your behaviour foolish, then perhaps you should reconsider your approach to battle.”

You huffed but didn’t argue. The pain was settling in now, the ache spreading through your limbs like lead. Byakuya hadn’t said much when he’d found you, merely scooping you into his arms before flash-stepping away without a word. Now, in the quiet of his personal chambers, his reiatsu pressed down around you, authoritative—as usual.

“I am fine, Byakuya,” you tried again.

His gaze flickered up, sharp and piercing. “You are bleeding.”

You sighed. “People bleed.”

“Not when I can prevent it.”

You fell silent at that.

He dipped a cloth into a basin of water, wringing it out before pressing it against your brow. The gesture was softer than you expected, and you found yourself watching him more closely.

“You’re being gentle.”

He didn’t pause, merely continued tending to your wounds with the same meticulous care. “You are in no condition to withstand anything less.”

A small smirk tugged at your lips. “Ah. So you do care.”

His hands stilled for a fraction of a second before he resumed his work. “I do not entertain meaningless losses.”

You chuckled, wincing slightly as the movement pulled at your injuries. “That’s a very Byakuya way of saying you’d be upset if I died.”

He exhaled through his nose, carefully adjusting the final bandage. “You presume too much.”

“And yet, here I am, being personally tended to by Captain Kuchiki himself.”

His fingers brushed against your wrist, lingering just long enough for you to feel the warmth of his touch. “Rest.” His voice was quiet but firm. “We will speak later.”

You smirked, but for once, you obeyed.

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bleach men eating you out - part 2

characters: ichigo kurosaki, renji abarai, tōshirō hitsugaya, uryuu ishida, byakuya kuchiki

part 1: urahara kisuke, aizen sosuke, kenpachi zaraki, shunsui kyōraku, grimmjow jaegerjaquez

cn: oral (f receiving), praising, slight degrading, edging, bondage, rough/soft, sub/dom, fingering, overstimulation

ichigo

he isn’t the best at it, but he sure puts all his heart into it—kissing and licking without stopping, making you moan shamelessly without letting you catch a breath.

“i-ichigo,” you moan, your voice barely audible.

“mm?” he stops for a second, looking up at you, his face covered in your wetness,his eyes adoring. his hands press against your legs, keeping you still as he touches your pussy with purposeful intent.

“p-please… p-please make me…”

“of course, y/n.” he dives back in, licking you all the way down “i got you” his tongue flickering against your pussy more rapidly until you reach your orgasm.

byakuya

byakuya is the type of man who takes his time, making every touch feel planned, determined, every kiss a slow-burning tease. his lips trace a path over your body, his voice smooth like a calming breeze. “my beautiful woman…”

his tongue moves with calculated precision, worshipping you, relishing each second. in the stillness of the morning, he whispers praises you’d never expect from a man like him. “you taste so good, my love.”

your mind crumbles under the weight of his words, his mouth working you over with unshaken focus. “i won’t stop until you’re satisfied.,” he murmurs, and you know he means it.

tōshirō

he takes pleasuring you very seriously—focused, precise, determined to be the best for you.

“do you like it like that, y/n?” he asks between kisses, slurping against your cunt, teasing your clit with each flick of his tongue.

“right there?”

before you can answer, he dives in deeper, his tongue pressing into you while circling your clit with his thumb in a way that has your body trembling.

“t-tōshirō, baby… f-fuck—”

he doesn’t let up. his fingers start thrusting into your pussy, moving fast and his mouth relentless. your legs try to clamp around his head, but he pushes them apart, refusing to stop until you melt all over his mouth, his abs—anywhere you want.

renji

renji is the type of man who researches before trying something new—and he always wants to try things with you. his goal? to leave you shaking after every experiment.

“renji, c-can you…”

“wait a sec, y/n…” his brows furrow  “so… i should lick like this?” he glances at his phone, then leans in and drags his tongue over your cunt. but when he looks up—sees your parted lips, the way your chest rises and falls, the absolute wrecked expression on your face—everything stops.

“shit… sorry, baby.” and then he’s all in, no more overthinking, just feeling—the way you tremble under him, the way you fall apart so easily when he does it the way you like.

ishida

he catches you by surprise when he does it—kissing everywhere, collarbone, chest, belly—before slowly kneeling in front of you. “i-ishida?”

“shh.” his fingers part your folds “be still” and his tongue flicking against your throbbing pussy while his piercing gaze locks onto yours. “oh my g—”  the intensity is overwhelming, a sharp contrast to his usual composed self. his dominant nature remains, even when he’s the one on his knees.