#bleach reader insert

[sometimesibewriting]

Thank You For The Dress

🍆18+ smut fic MINORS DO NOT INTERACT  🍆

✨Summary: Uryu makes you a dress to wear at Rukia's wedding. You invite him over after to thank him properly.

🍆Set during the We Do Knot Always Love You book. So everyone is over 18, therefore an adult (set 3 years after the blood war arc so the main cast should be 20)

📃Wordcount: 2K

💙There isn’t enough Uryu Smut so I am here to fill that void (somewhat). Enjoy this fluffly one shot <3

❌Warnings; Unprotected smex

❤️AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48184831

It had to be past midnight when everyone pilled out of the garganta and into the Kurarakura town streets. Orihime, Ichigo, Chad, Uryu and you all had just come from Rukia’s wedding. “Well.” Chad started, “I’m heading home.”  With a wave, he bid everyone farewell and headed home.

"Inone.” Ichigo turned towards Orihimre. “Do you mind if I walk you home?” He looked nervous at her which wasn’t usual. "I-If you don't mind." She shuddered, cheeks turning pink. You looked between the both of them intrigued but said nothing. "Ishida. You going to walk her home or?"  Ichigo pointed his thumb in your direction.

 "Of course. Why would I let a woman walk home by herself, especially at night?" Ichigo rolled his eyes at Uryu’s response.

“I was just making sure she gets home safe geez, good night to the both of you.” Ichigo walked away. “Text me when you get home safe,” Orihime said with a smile as she followed him, Uryu then began to walk. 

"It's cute that you guys still bicker like that." You said trying to start a conversation, he sighed. "That's 'cause he's still as dumb as ever. You would think he would grow out of that." 

“Talking like, you don’t act like your younger self sometimes.” 

“I do?” He asked a concerned expression on his face, you shook your head. “Yeah, you're still analytical and like sewing. But you're definitely...nicer then before." 

"I was mean when I was younger. Was I really that mean?" He said matter of fact, you laughed. "A little bit." Uryu pushed up his glasses. "I don't think I was..." He trailed off looking elsewhere.

“I mean…you weren't mean per se but were definitely… standoffish. I don't think you meant to come off that way through. I think it was just it was a result of what you’ve been through."

Uryu fell silent, you knew him long enough to know that he was just processing what you had said. You took this opportunity to put your hand in his. "When I look back I guess I was. You knew I didn't mean to come off that way right? If I need to apologize I will?" He smiled.

"Mmmm?" You respond, Uryu’s smile depleted. “Maybe.” You said half joking, his smile returning.

"Then I humbly apologize if I ever came off annoyed or made you sad due to my words." You felt him lace his fingers through yours, the warmth keeping you both company till you both reached the apartment.

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 "I'll see you next time, sleep well okay." Uryu tried to take his hand out of yours but you resisted causing him to trip a little.

"Why don't you sleep over tonight? It's late and this area is dark, isn’t it a walk to your place too?" You looked at him extremely concerned.

"Not far if I take a train or bus, plus I can handle myself if anything happens.”

“So can I, yet you still walked me home." Uryu cleared his throat. "That's just the gentlemanly thing to do." You put your arms around his neck bringing both your bodies closer together. Uryu looked away trying his best to control his breathing

"My sister isn't home tonight.” You sang as you ran your hands down his suit jacket. “Really?” Uryu said sarcastically with a smirk.  

“I can thank you for the dress you made. If you would like." You laid your chin on his chest looking up at him. Uryu cursed under his breath.

He shifted causing your crotches to brush up against each other causing him to look down. Which was a mistake cause you had those puppy dog eyes that not only made him feel bad for saying no but also turned him on.

”I can stay…. for a while.” He pushed up his glasses as your face lit up. “I do have a morning class, so I can’t sleep over like usual.” You wasted no time taking out your keys and opening the door.

Once inside Uryu wasted no time pushing you up against the wall and kissing you hard the door closing behind the both of you with light a click. You gasp at this, as he liked to take his time with you.  

His lips leave yours giving you time to breathe, Uryu wasted no time moving to your neck bitting the place that makes your legs shutter. He then moved to your breasts, taking a softer approach, kissing them in different places. You run your hand through his hair and pull causing him to look up at you. 

“And you said you didn’t make this dress lowcut on purpose. Your such a liar.” He looked at you deadpan, saying, “How many times do I have to tell you, these low cuts suit you better.” Uryu took his time pulling your straps down. “Also from what I know cups give you better support. Now if you don’t mind.” Uryu pulled down the cups. The cold air hit your nipple but the feeling didn’t last long as Uyru put his warm mouth on one. 

He began sucking and licking that one, while his other hand fondled the other. You threw your head back as he gently bit down on one nipple and pinched the other.

“Mm, and you-u say you're not a boob person." Uryu ignored your quip and removed his hand from your other breast resting his hand on your leg. He teasingly inches it up your thigh, and when his fingers try to reach between your thighs, he begins rubbing you through your underwear. 

He detaches his lips from your breast and begins to sink to his knees, leaving kisses on each part of your body. Before his legs could reach the ground you pulled him up by his collar bringing his face towards yours. “I’m supposed to be thanking you remember?”

Uryu didn’t protest as you kissed him, this time removing his suit jacket and unbuttoning his dress shirt. You walked him to your bedroom inbetween kisses and somehow managed to lock the door. 

Uryu broke the kiss to sit on the bed, you sat on top of him. He whined as he felt your crotch against his, he wanted you so bad.

You smiled down at him, his hair was a mess and he was now begging to sweat, his flushed skin was the cheery on top, he looked beautiful.  You ran your hand up his chest, stopping to cup his cheek. 

“Wanna be a good boy and sit up against the headboard for me?” Uryu swallowed hard and shook his head yes as you undid his tie slipping off his lap. Once he was at the headboard, you tied his hands above his head. Wasting no time you took his dress pants and underwear off.

You lowered yourself in front of his crotch and kissed the tip, his legs shifted in a restless manner.  “Impatain aren’t we,” you said as you put your hand around his shaft and slowly moved it up and down. Uryu’s head hit the headboard with a thud as he bit his lip. 

“Nobody's here you don’t have to hold back your moans.” Taking the opportunity you took him into your mouth, slowly inch by inch. Causing a huge moan to come from him. You then slowly pulled back causing his back to arch again. 

Seeing how messed up he was you decided to pick up the pace, going up and down as fast as you can. Uryu tried to raise his hips to meet your pace but you held them down, you came up off his shaft for some air.

“How..the…fuck, is this thanking me?” You laid your head on his tigh looking up at him, enjoying how he broke properness and formality.

“You right is there any request you have?” You mockingly asked whipping precum off your face with your free hand.

“...You know what I want…” He said with a stern look, you shook your head. “I don’t… think I do…”  Uryu lifted his head looking at the ceiling, you tried to hide your laugh, his frustrated look always made you chuckle. He looked back down at you.

“To use... your chest…instead of your mouth.” He managed to get out inbetween pants. His face was red and you knew it wasn’t from the blow job. “Ah. I see.” You said as if you didn’t know the answer all along.

You got down lower and put his cock in between your breast and began to roll them slowly together. This earned the hardest moan from Uryu and you felt your pussy throb. He was completely hard by now and you could tell by the way he was breathing that he was close. You kept this up for a few more seconds then stopped, he whined.

His face went from exhaust to relief as you undid his restraints, the second Uryu’s hands are undone he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, kissing you lovingly. He breaks the kiss and whispers;

“I want you.” 

That was when the room turned upside down as he turned you over, now he was on top of you. Uryu took the bottom of the dress and pushed it up it now lay crinkled up around your waist. He then pulled your underwear off tossing them somewhere in the room.  

It didn’t take long for his mouth to find your crotch, he began to lick you violently using his hands to hold your legs open. You grabbed onto his head getting lost in the pleasure. He inserts a finger, and then another, till there were three pumping in and out of you. This combination almost pushes you to the edge, Uryu stopped, knowing you were close. 

He kissed up your stomach, stopping to kiss your breasts, and then spent some time kissing your lips tenderly, he pulled away both of you out of breath. 

“Can…I ask you something?” Uryu looked down at you a little unsure. “Yeah.” 

“Do you think we can do it…without protection?” His face was already flushed but it felt hot again. “You can say no. It’s completely fine. I just-” He trailed off.

Now it was your turn to look at him confused, Uryu was always weighing the pros and cons of things. So to say he was fine with sleeping with you without protection so quickly generally shocked you.

“I want to feel you tonight…all of you.” He said in a voice that made you shiver. “I’ll take responsibility for whatever happens.” Uryu kissed your cheek gently. “Did Renji slip you a drink tonight?” You asked, he laughed. “No, I just.” He stopped himself mid-sentence, it didn’t feel right to confess in this moment. “I’m fine with it 'cause I trust you, a lot.” Which was true if things were to go south you knew Uryu would be their help, so you knew he meant every word he said. “You have my permission.”

He threw his glasses on the bedside table and then slipped his cock into you, your hand grabbed the sheets below you, it was as if you were feeling him for the first time again. He gave you time to adjust then asked, “Are you ready for me to move?” You shook your head, Uryu placed his hand on your cheek and turned your head so you were now looking up at him.

“I want to hear you say it.” 

“I-.” You gasped. “I need you to move.” He smirked down at you and began to rock his hips slowly, the bed creaking softly. After a few more slow thrusts he picked up the pace. Your hands went to his shoulders, first and then they made their way to his back as he speed up and even move. 

It wasn’t long till he was full-on pounding into you, you held onto his back even harder you were definitely leaving scratches. Uryu could feel how tight you were around him and from how you could barely moan his name he knew you were there. His hand went to your clit and he rubbed it which put you over the edge, making you came hard. Your hands slowly slid off his shoulders as you tried to come down from your orgasm. 

Yet Uryu wasn’t finished, as he turned you over leaning over you. “I’m sorry.” He whispered in your ear, then kissed it, he lifted your butt so it was in the air. Uryu then rammed into you, causing your eyes to go wide, the pace not slowing down as he grabbed your hips hard.

You grabbed whatever you could to deal with the inflow of pleasure you were getting from him, tears now forming from your eyes. After a few more thrusts he came hard inside of you, your legs gave way as he fell on top of you. 

Uryu wrapped his arms around you and kissed you softly. “Are you okay he asked?” 

“Where did that come from?” You questioned, Uryu thought for a second. “I don’t know.”

“What kind of answer is that?” You said smiling

“Mmm, do you need anything?” He asked kissing you again.  

“Definitely some water and maybe a massage maybe a shower.”

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You awoke alone with a t-shirt on and looked around then flopped down back onto your pillow. “Guess he went to class.” You thought, he walked through the bedroom door with a bag in hand as if on cue.

“Your awake.” He walked to the bed and sat down next to you. “Yeah.” You answered. There was an awkward silence between the two of you. “Look.” Uryu started. “I… apologize about last night, I got carried away.” He looked away from you.

You put your hands around his neck and he looked at you. “It’s fine I kind of like that side of you.” 

“Are you lying?” He raised his eyebrow as he asked, you leaned in close enough that your lips were almost touching.

“I wouldn’t lie about that.” You pulled away and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “What you get?” You asked your hands still around his neck.

“Oh.” He dug through the bag, causing you to take your hands from around his neck. He handed you a plan B box, you looked it over. “Should have known.” He chuckled as you opened the box and then took the pill with water from a bottle that was on your bedside table.

“I should get going.” He stood up. “I still have to go home and pack my bag for class.” Uryu turned his back to you and began to walk off. You got off your bed and put your hands around his waist, your chin resting on his back.

“You should come over a day you can sleep over.” You said taking in the moment. “It would be nice if I had someone to hold me when I wake up, maybe even make breakfast.” 

He laughed removing your hands and turning around to face you. “Okay.” He said nonchalantly. “Promise.” You said. “Promise.” He said giving your lips a quick kiss.

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[shadowsnlace]

Heyo! This is the same person that asked if headcanon request are open :). I wanted to ask if you can make a NSFW headcanon where grimmjow figures out what a vibrator is and decides to use it on his S/O

I saw this and started snickering because I could see him so clearly in my head. So, I had to do a scenario instead of headcanons because I had to do it justice. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it!

Note: Remember that look in the picture above, it is a great visual aid for what follows....

Smut so it goes below the cut. ;)

"Come On, It'll Be Fun" Grimmjow x Fem!Reader

by ShadowsNLace

You really needed a shower after the day you'd had. Work had really soured your mood and all you wanted was to stand under a hot spray of water to burn away the growling grumps you'd accumulated. Unfortunately, your boyfriend didn't take too kindly to being told that he was not invited to join you, especially since he was naked and ready for some fun in the shower. In fact, Grimmjow seemed to take your grumps and upped the ante to snarling, pouty huffs as he reluctantly left to let you shower alone.

Mistake No. 1 - Leaving Grimmjow alone in your bedroom pissed off and contemplating some form of revenge to exact on you once you came out of that shower.

Mistake No. 2 - Not hiding your "intimate" toys better.

Ever curious and quickly bored, Grimmjow began going through your room. He'd never really paid too much attention anything beyond the evil bottles on the vanity that you referred to as "perfume." He'd tried on several occasions to sneak one into the trash bin but you'd always find them and return them. He never would understand why you wanted to cover up your natural scent when it was so damn intoxicating to him.

The vanity didn't hold much mystery for him. He'd laid in bed many times and watched you prepare for your day by applying makeup.

He checked the nightstand: A book, a half-empty cup of tea, a pair of earrings, and the alarm clock that he'd had to buy for you after throwing yours against the wall the first night he'd slept over.

His eyes fell on the drawer of the nightstand. Oh-ho, what's this? I didn't know there was a hidden compartment here...

As the drawer opened his eyes, so quick to spot prey, quickly fell on a rather large object that looked like a penis and it was just laying there in the drawer daring him to touch it. Why does she have a cock in her drawer? His eyes narrowed as he turned to cast a look toward the bathroom door, a grin creasing his face. "Hey, babe, you gonna be in there all night or what?" He now had a weapon and couldn't wait to use it.

"I'll be out in a few minutes! Why don't you stretch out on the bed and relax?"

He reached for the object...something didn't feel right and he dropped it almost immediately causing a loud clatter when it hit the drawer. He scrambled to grab it and shut the drawer, hoping you hadn't heard the commotion.

"Grimm? Are you all right? What was that noise?"

Shit! "Uh, nothing, just knocked the tea cup off the nightstand."

You sighed, damn his temper, "I thought we talked about the cat compulsions --"

He interrupted, "It was an accident!"

You turned off the water and grabbed a towel. "Yeah, 'accident'" you walked into the bedroom to continue the scolding but froze when you saw him standing only a few feet away with your dildo in his hand. Shit!

"Why do you have a fake cock in your drawer? And why the hell is it purple?"

Heat crept up your neck so fast you felt like your hair was going to catch flame. "Why were you going through my stuff?" You made a grab for it but he held it up out of your reach.

"I asked first. No answering a question with a question, your rule, remember?" The look of near-triumph in his eyes would have made you giggle if he hadn't been holding your purple Pussy Pleaser up like an offering to the gods.

This situation wasn't going to magically go away. Best to just explain it to him and hope he gave it back. "It's called a dildo. Some people use them for sexual gratification."

He brought it to eye level to give it a closer look. "This thing? Babe, you've got me, I'm bigger than this," he gave you a sweet grin, "and I'm real, not weird like whatever this thing is made of." He sniffed it and you nearly spit out a laugh at the look of disgust. "Ugh! It smells horrible! I've smelled death pits in Heuco Mundo that smell better."

"I only use that when you're not around." You gave him a look of affection, "No sex toy could ever make me feel as good as you do. It's just something to ease the ache until I can have you." You smiled, "And, well, there is one function it has that you don't."

"Oh, really?"

"Push that button."

He did and it roared to life. Startled, he nearly dropped it again. "What the fuck?!" The astonishment was rapidly replaced with a wicked grin, "I need to see this in action."

You shook your head, "No way. You're not using that on me."

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun."

You started to back away, "I -- I ---"

He caught your wrist, whirled you onto the bed and crawled on top of you. "I promise, I'll be gentle."

"Honey, 'gentle' isn't in your nature. I don't want to have to explain to an ER doctor why I have half of a broken sex toy stuck in my cooch."

He cast a dubious look at the toy, "Do these things really break so easily?"

"I don't know but if anyone can it will be you."

"How about if you show me how you use it?" He just wanted you naked and doing something he'd never seen before. This could very well be a kinky experience and he wasn't going to miss out. He pulled the towel out of your hand exposing your body before sliding his bare chest against yours. His lips hovered over yours, voice husky, sultry, "The King will bend to your will. Show me." He moved to lay across the foot of your bed for the best place to view you.

Damn his hide, he knew just how to make your belly flutter and your core ache. Worst of all you knew the sensations would be pleasing and that having him watch you had been one of your fantasies. "OK." you couldn't believe the words were leaving your mouth. "you can watch."

Grimmjow's eyes were riveted to your hands as you took the toy and spread your legs. As always the sight of your welcoming, tender flesh sent his desire soaring. He licked his lips, wishing for a fleeting moment that his tongue was about to be caressing those lips instead of that purple thing.

He watched closely as you got a bottle of clear gel out of the drawer. "What is that?"

You popped the cap, "It's lubricant. I can't just stick it in. The material needs to be slick." A few drops on the tip then a finger to work the lube down the length and you were ready to start.

You watched Grimmjow's eyes grow wide in proportion to his grin as you rubbed the purple cock over your clit to get your desire climbing. Your face and chest felt flushed. You couldn't believe you were letting him watch you do this. His look of complete fascination made you feel bolder. Then, you slid the dildo inside of you and Grimmjow went stone still, the look of a predator about to pounce on prey was written all over his face. He watched every stroke you made, heard every huff of breath that increased little by little as the pleasure began to take over.

He inched toward you, eyes flicking from your eyes to your hands and the toy, waiting for you to tell him to stop or allow him to get closer. He laid his head against your inner thigh, one hand lowering to stroke his cock. "Fuck, babe, this is so hot." He nipped lightly at your skin, enjoying your flinch and soft moan that followed.

You kept a slow pace, then you pushed the button for vibrate. A deep groan, a slight arch in your lower back as the pleasure radiated throughout your pelvis. Grimmjow growled in response. You saw his face and knew how much control he was exerting to keep himself still. "Give me your hand," your voice was breathy. He stopped stroking himself and let you guide his hand to the toy. "Just remember, not too hard." You let your hand fall away, allowing him to take over.

He took over stroking the vibrating toy in and out of you. After a few strokes to gauge the feel and function, he shifted to prop over you and use his other hand to push your folds open over your clit. A deep growl was all you heard before he lowered this head and gently sucked your clit.

Your whole body bucked, "Oh my god!" The feeling of full penetration and Grimm's lips on your clit was new.

"Mmmmmm," he purred into your flesh.

You moaned so loud you drowned out the sound of the vibrator. You were wrong, Grimmjow definitely came with a vibration function!

Grimmjow chuckled, swirled his tongue around your clit before looking up at you with a grin. "I had a feeling you'd like that."

"More. More now, my king!" You wanted that sensation again.

He smiled, his voice sinful and silky, "As my queen commands." His mouth returned to the task.

Lick. Lick. Stroke. Suck. Purr. Lick. Lick. Lick. Purr. Stroke. Stroke. Suck.....Grimmjow kept varying the rhythm keeping you suspended in a never-ending maelstrom of ecstasy that seemed like it would go on forever. He went on and on until your thighs began trembling. You were about to cum and he knew it. He increased the pressure of this tongue and lips, leaning against you enough to keep your legs spread wide enough for him to keep going until you were spent.

"Grimm-j-jow...please..." Your hitching pants garbled the words.

He lifted his head, "Did you say something?"

Your eyes pinned his, "Get rid of the toy, I need you now."

No hesitation. All you saw was a purple blur flung over his shoulder. He said nothing as he moved over you, pulling your legs up. Firm, hot flesh replaced the vibrator. Sinking deep, he growled as his lips captured yours. Tongue delving deep into all the soft recesses of your mouth, he set a pace that had you halfway to another orgasm.

Nothing was more sexy than watching Grimmjow as his gorgeous body sent you to the heights of pleasure. But, what always sent you over the edge was his passion. He was wild for you and it was in every move, every kiss, every growl, pant, and moan.

He held you tight, moving so fast. His mouth was on your neck, teeth scraping at your skin. Your mouth was near his ear: words, moans, unnameable sounds spilling out. You were way past any control over your body. Grimmjow was practically a force of nature and the orgasms wouldn't stop until he stopped.

You were beginning to feel tingling throughout your body like all your nerves had tuned into the same frequency when Grimm went stiff for a few seconds buried deep inside you. You heard him grit "Fuck" against your neck then a few more jerky thrusts wrung growling grunts from him.

He turned his head to kiss your face. His cock was still deep inside you, throbbing and sending pulses of pleasure. You could tell from the sound of his pants that he was smiling. You opened your eyes to confirm it. He kissed your lips, "See, I told you it would be fun."

You chuckled, "Yes, you were right."

He slipped out of you, shifting to stretch out next to you. "You never answered my question."

Your brows furrowed, "Which one?"

"Why is that thing," (you knew he'd never refer to the dildo any other way, ever) "purple?"

"Because I like purple."

He looked thoughtful, ran a hand through his lush blue locks of hair, "Do they make them in blue?"

You started laughing, reaching over to stroke his uniquely beautiful hair, "Nothing compares to the blue one I already have...you."

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[chubbyreaderchan]

Ichigo coming to your house for the first time.

You have an orange cat.

It hops on the counter and stares him down.

"I guess I just have a thing for gingers," you shrug and ruffle Ichigo's hair.

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[wing-ed-thing]

Sidekick (Tesla Lindocruz x Reader)

Synopsis: Just Fracción, you had no power when it came to the rivalry between your masters. You knew that, Tesla... not so much.

Word Count: 0.7k

Tags/Warnings: Fracción!Reader, No Reader Pronouns

Notes: Ugh still fawning over underrated characters

It wasn’t much of a fight. At least it didn’t look like it to you. It didn’t appear like one to your master, either, and yet, Tesla stood on the sidelines, ready to intervene as if he would be allowed to take a singular step onto the battlefield in the first place. 

You thought that the way he stood was funny, all straight with square shoulders and a gloved hand on the hilt of his Zanpakutō. You came up next to him to watch the battle. Your Master Nelliel fended off Nnoitra’s crescent axe with a thumb looped in the loose belt around her waist. You leaned forward, staring at Tesla from the side of your eye to gauge his reaction to the match. He gave nothing away other than the stiffening of his shoulders. You studied his eyepatch and leaned farther forward. Perhaps he didn’t see you.

“Can I help you?” he grumbled.  You let out a slight huff of satisfaction, mirroring his stance mockingly.

“Nnoitra is struggling.”

“Master Nnoitra is doing no such thing!” Tesla whipped toward you, hand now fully gripped around the hilt of his Zanpakutō, ready to draw at any moment. The motion didn’t escape you. Your eyes flickered downward, but a deep sigh ultimately overtook you as you fluttered to the sand below.

Tesla blinked, taken aback as you situated yourself among the white grains. You sat on the side of your thigh, leaning on one of your palms as you drew reishi pictures in the sand. The shapes glowed. Tesla frowned, watching as you smoothed out the particles.

“What are you doing?” he asked curtly. You glanced over to the match to your right, just in time to see Nnoitra go tumbling by the sheer force of Nelliel’s sword. He left a lengthy skidmark as he was enveloped by the white substrate below. You turned back to your little drawings. 

“This is going to take a while,” you sighed absentmindedly. “What are you going to do, Sidekick? It’s not like Nnoitra would let you intervene anyway.” 

Tesla looked at the field as you did. Nnoitra was bleeding from the shoulder, and Nelliel was already walking away. But despite his injuries, Nnoitra had already begun charging with his weapon, splashing sand behind him, only to be struck down again. Tesla studied you a moment more before he sat down with you. 

He sat with his legs crossed, letting his elbows rest on his knees as his back bent with the slightest slouch. His Verruga drew a long line in the sand by Tesla’s hip. You drew four diagonal lines between you and another four across them in the opposite direction.

“Do you know how to play?”

“Yes, I know.”

“First move is yours.” You clasped your hands in your lap, watching the board. Tesla didn’t make a motion to play, studying you intently instead. He scowled, sitting up the slightest bit in alert. 

“Why would you give me the first move?” he asked assusingly. Tesla crossed his arms over his chest, his brow furrowing in annoyance. You shrugged, running over one of the lines that didn’t fully form in the sand. 

“Our masters are the ones with the rivalry, Tesla. I have no ill will against you.” 

Tesla met your eye, watching you closely before he ultimately gave in and played the first move. 

By the time Nnoitra had enough, you and Tesla had made it through at least five games. He had relaxed some, bent ankles spread on either side of your game board with his head on his palm. Nnoitra barked Tesla’s name, causing him to jump.

“Tesla! Get over here; we’re leaving.” 

“Coming, Master Nnoitra!” Tesla scrambled up, smudging a quarter of your game with his boot. He did a trouble-take, almost freezing where he stood as he glanced briefly back to where you sat on the sand. Tesla’s lips parted and then closed. A nearly inaudible strangled sound stalled in his throat as he whipped back toward Nnoitra. 

“We’ll do a tie-breaker next time,” you said, dusting yourself off as you stood. You offered a slight smile and a nod. The corners of Tesla’s mouth threatened to turn upward.

“Tesla!” Nnoitra shouted somewhere in the background in a rage. Tesla jumped, turning on his heel to follow after his master. 

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Notes: The itch to go back to my Szayel series slowly creeping

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[deathc-re]

your bf who can't control his boner while he watches you work out at the gym. he sees your ponytail swinging on the treadmill and remembers how he was pulling on it just before y'all left.

he sees how your ass clenches while you do your squats and remembers how he loves to grip that flesh, to slap it.

he sees you sitting on a bench, catching your breath, chest heaving and sweat dripping from your forehead. and he remembers that your chest heaves the same way and you sweat the same way after y'all have been going at it for hours but can't seem to get enough of each other.

he fucked you as soon you as you got home after that. after gym musk be damned. all he wanted as to feel you. (yall agreed to go to the gym at separate times after this incident)

yuuji, gojo, bakugo, denki, ichigo, kenpachi, renji, zoro, sanji, kidd, bokuto, daichi + whoever else you'd like

#[moon's mind] #x reader #jjk smut #x reader smut #reader insert #mha smut #bleach smut #one piece smut #jjk x reader #mha x reader #bleach x reader #boyfriend imagines #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #yuuji smut #yuuji x reader #zoro smut #zoro x reader #kenpachi zaraki smut #kenpachi x reader #ichigo x reader #ichigo smut #gojo x reader #gojo smut #mha bakugo #sanji smut #sanji x reader #haikyuu smut #bokuto smut #daichi smut

[summerinthecloudsx]

There’s something so special about an enormous god of a man being so gentle with you. This man could crush someone’s throat with the slightest squeeze. But he never talks about it. Never boasts his brutality because he’s as sweet as the honey in his tea. And when he touches you, it’s like he’s holding a butterfly. Slow, gentle movements as to not scare you away. And even when you’ve warmed up to him, he never changes. He’s consistent in his devotion, in his tenderness, and he has no plans to change that.

IZUKU, Ichigo, Kirishima!!, BOKUTO, Ushijima, CHOSO

#bnha #haikyuu!! #bnha x reader #reader insert #summerthinks #bleach #ichigo kurosaki #bnha izuku #izuku x reader #bokuto x reader #kirishima x reader #ichigo x reader #ushijima x reader #bleach x reader #haikyuu headcanons #jjk x reader #jjk #choso headcanons #choso x reader

[chrollohearttags]

yeah, yeah. So we know about the men who’ll make you cry during sex and feel remorse for it but let’s talk about the ones who do it and don’t care. I’m talking about the ones who will see you with tears streaming down your face and taunt you for it. The straight bullies in bed..a man who will have you pinned down by your throat, fucking you relentlessly into the mattress. A hand on the banging headboard that occasionally lowers to slap your cheek, telling you to keep it open as he spits into your mouth. He clearly sees how distressed you are from being overstimulated. Thanks in part to both his deep thrusts that kiss the very edge of your cervix with each one and the whirring vibrator he so casually left humming against your clit. He doesn’t care if you scratch his back up, he’ll wear that shit like a badge of honor. If you swat at his abs, he’s only going to laugh and pin them to the bed and when you come, wailing and screaming from how intense it was, it’ll only amuse him. “Daddy, fuck..” “Look at you, crying like a fucking baby..what’s the matter, sweetheart? I thought you could handle it, but I guess not.” Even so, that doesn’t stop shit, he’s still going hard. Rutting his hips into you with rough strokes, causing a bulge in the pit of your tummy. He’s enjoying this far too much..watching you writhe and whimper, knowing that you’ll throw a fit if he pulls out right now. “Too fucking bad, baby. Give me one more. You’re a big girl, act like it..” he’s so sure of it in fact that he grasps the top of your head, tugging it down and forcing you to watch him. Your face is riddled with tears, your entire body is trembling and he’s still going. When you can’t stop, he decides to pacify you by finger fucking your jaws until you choke before smacking you yet again. “Yeah, keep crying..I don’t give a fuck..you beg me for this dick, you better be able to take it.” Practically impaling you on his throbbing cock; the bed rattling around amid the chaos. He always got so aggressive during sex and there was no end in sight for it. Even when you release a shrill cry, clawing at his muscular abs after soaking them in your juices, he’ll let out another maniacal cackle and continue digging you out until you nearly collapse underneath him.

“I love when you cry..gets me so fucking hard.”

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EREN, TOJI, taiju, aomine, ZEKE, kisaki, tsukishima, trafalgar law, kishibe, GRIMMJOW + anyone else you’d like to add

#cherry’s drabbles🍒 #cherry’s fics 🍒 #aot x black reader #jjk x black reader #knb x black reader #tokyo rev x black reader #black fem reader #black reader #black reader insert #anime smut #eren x black fem!reader #bleach x black reader #one piece x black reader #haikyuu x black reader #smut insert #trafalgar law smut #eren smut #zeke jaeger x reader #csm x black reader #kishibe smut #daiki aomine #multi character #black reader smut #reader insert #x reader

[dreadsuitsamus]

Bleach Men Taking Your Baby to the Grocery Store Headcanons

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

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

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

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

But goddammit do those baby eyes make him waver

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Daddy, can has kiss?"

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

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

"Daddy, can has this?"

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

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

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

Byakuya is a strict but ultimately fair father

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can we have curry?”

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

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

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

“Yes?” He hums

“Can we have a treat tonight?”

“What sort of treat?”

“A surprise treat. Please, Daddy?”

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

But she did say please

“Mm… I suppose.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Because her tummy is upset.”

“Why?”

“... I don't know.”

“Why?”

“I don't know!”

“Why?”

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

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

“Why?”

“Because now Daddy has a headache.”

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

“All bedder?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can you pick up a pregnancy test too?

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

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

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

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

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

“Want snack.”

“Too bad. Let's go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

“I said no.”

“No ma'am!”

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

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

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

“Stay put; I’ll be right back.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop stealing!!!!”

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

#kensei muguruma x you #kensei muguruma x reader #byakuya kuchiki x reader #byakuya kuchiki x you #renji abarai x reader #renji abarai x you #grimmjow x you #grimmjow x reader #ichigo kurosaki x reader #ichigo kurosaki x you #bleach imagine #bleach headcanons #x reader #reader insert #bleach fluff

[kiwicopia]

🔞 MDNI | Scary Cat Privileges w/Grimmjow (GN!reader) 🔞

Random HCs on this because it won't leave my head. Grimmy has a gigai in this. Pre-established relationship.

TW: mentions of rough sex, obsession possessiveness, mentions of violence, feline marking

You've heard of scary dog privileges, but imagine having a boyfriend that exudes scary cat privileges. Canines can look frightening, yes, but have you seen cats? They stare down at anyone and anything with murderous intent on their minds. Grimmjow does the exact same thing when he sees or even hears someone or something he doesn't like, or downright hates. This happens often when the two of you are out and about on the streets.

You'd be minding your own business until you hear a slight hiss that's almost confused with a growl, and then you'd notice the way people just steer clear of the two of you as you walk down the street. Grimmjow plays it off as everyone was walking too close to him, but really, they were walking too close to you. Not that he'd ever say that.~

The next time something happens is when he's left you in a store to peruse something that caught his eye, only to return and see some stranger up close and flirting with you. If not for the laws of this land, he'd have slaughtered them where they stood. Instead, he opts to simply butt into the conversation, slinging an arm over your shoulder while his free hand roughly shoves the stranger back. His death-like glare is enough to send them scurrying off.

Speaking of his glare, it's intense, but all you really see when you look at him is an angry cat. You're not sure what he's thinking when he's glaring at someone, but you know it isn't good. You also know he's got a temper, and you don't really question the drops of blood on the ends of his shirt when he comes back to your apartment after being gone for three hours.

You don't even question the way he switches moods when seeing you, growing what you assume to be affectionate when he holds you close and starts rubbing his face into your neck. It's cat-like behavior, you know that, but it surprises you when he takes it further. He marks you. Both with a physical mark for everyone to see, and in an intimate way that makes you know you belong to him. And he's not at all gentle with it, but you can take it. You always do.~

Grimmjow's scary cat tendencies don't stop. He frightens your friends to the point where you have to remind them that he's gentle and doesn't bite, but also get onto him for making your friends feel that way. The man can't help that he's a little jealous, and he damn sure won't admit it if you ever tease him about it.

In conclusion: Grimm is and always will be your scary cat. Your hot, possessive, scary cat.

#grimmjow x reader #grimmjow imagine #grimmjow headcanons #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow jaggerjack #grimmjow smut #reader insert #gender neutral reader #kiwicopia writes

[sometimesibewriting]

Frustration

🍆18+ smut fic MINORS DO NOT INTERACT  🍆

✨Summary: You and Uryu are searching for something in his family's library but he can't find it. After seeing how upset he is you let him take it out on you.

🍆 Everyone is 18+ in this one shot.

📃Wordcount: 1,479

❌Warnings: Unprotective, rough smex

💙I tried to play with Uryu's personality here. I wanted to write him a little rougher here but still have his personality stay close to his canon one. That being said if he seems a little too OOC apologizes. I have so many smut fic ideas for him, but smut takes a while for me to write and edit. So there will be more in the future there just gonna take me a while to get out. （；´д｀）ゞ

"Is this not breaking and entering?" You asked as you turned another corner. "I used to live here remember," Uryu answered sternly. "You don't anymore, besides your dad-" 

"What about that man?" His voice icy. "Never mind." Your body tensed, this side of Uryu was weird to you as he was usually calm and collected. He wasn’t one to let his emotions spill out like that. But right now that wasn't the Uryu before you as the both of you walked the halls he used to live in.

He stopped in front of two heavy wooden doors and tried to push them open but they didn't budge. He sucked his teeth, pulled out his sewing kit, and began working on the lock. Uryu said his dad was at work yet you still kept a lookout, it distracted you from what the both of you were doing.

A click was heard a few minutes later he pushed the door, it opening this time. "Pretentious. He put a lock on the door because of last time." He spoke to himself. 

"Because of you finding the book." Uryu pushed up his glasses shaking his head yes. He walked in and then down the stairs as you stood there staring in awe. The place was big but something about it having a library with shelves and shelves had you floored. What even were all these books about? Did his father read them, did Uryu read any of them when he was little?

You walked down looking all around you. "This is kind of crazy." 

"He's crazy." Uryu spat as he hit the last step you followed him towards the back of the library, "So what are we looking for again?" You asked. 

"Documentation." He began pulling out books flipping through them. "Why would he hide it here? Wouldn't he have that stuff in a lock box in his office or room?"

"Ryuken knows that's the first place I would look, also given that he locked the door I would say I'm right on the money." Both of you began to flip through books you taking one side while Uryu took the other, his suggestion to make things go faster.

You didn't know how long you both spent there but you could slowly feel yourself losing your mind as you looked ahead at all the bookcases. Looking down at the watch you could see there was a lot of time left but still. You heard the sound of a book hitting the floor and walked to the source of the sound.

"Shit," Uryu shouted in frustration leaning against one of the bookshelves, the back of his head hitting the self. You walked over gently putting each hand on the side of his face not sure of what to say. That was when he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a tight hug.

His face went into the crook of your neck, you wrapped your arms around his neck he wasn't crying. It wasn't the best idea but Uryu started kissing your neck. You weren't taken back by this action and just let it happen it wasn't like this was your first time with him anyway.

Uryu worked his way up from your neck to your cheek only stopping a few inches from your face, looking at you for approval, you looked back in a way that gave him that approval. He kissed your lips softly, before deaping the kiss and pushing off the bookcase he was leaning pinning you against the opposite shelf. His hands going all over your body. Stopping at your chest to play with it through your clothes.

He moved his knee to separate your legs apart. His lips moved off of yours so you could both get air, you began rubbing your lower half against his knee glad that you wore a skirt today. Without missing a beat you took off your shirt causing him to go back in for another kiss.

This time you ceased your grinding putting your hand inbetween his legs rubbing him nice and slowly. Uryu rutted his crotch against your hand to get friction, you could feel him getting hard under your touch. His lips parted from you once more, "Can you turn around." It was said in more of a now tone than a question. But his harsher tone didn't bother you, it was kind of hot to see this side come from.

You did what he said turning your back towards him, facing the other bookshelf in front of you he pulled down your panties rather quickly. The air hitting your bare crotch. The situation the both of you were in made the sensation almost feel new. Uryu’s hand went to the clasp of the bar undoing it with ease.

He began to rub between your legs, you spread them further apart as a way to tell him you wanted more. Uryu put one finger in moving it in and out. After a while he added a second then a third, he was going nice in slow which was the norm, he enjoyed riling you up. Between the fingers and the situation, you were slowly becoming undone. Without warning he sped up his pace causing you to hold onto the bookshelf.

Uryu leaned over and said into your ear. "Remember what I said, my dad isn't going be back till one in the morning it's mid-afternoon. You can scream all you want, in fact I would like it if you would.." His tone was icy, it sounded as if he was taunting an enemy that was getting on his nerves. He pulled back and then harshly shoved back in all three of his fingers. Causing you to yelp it echoing off the empty library walls.

"Ishida." You whined.

He grabbed your chin with his free hand roughly making you look at him. "Call me by my first name I don't want to hear my last name right now." You shook your head as he pulled his fingers out of you, wondering if that was him punishing you for doing something wrong. Uryu took the bottom of your skirt lifting it over your butt. He then began to roughly rub his clouted crotch against it rough. "Fuck." He said through labored breathing holding onto the same bookcase trying to steady himself. 

Uryu pulled away, you didn't dare look at him all you could make out was the sound of him undoing his pants. It didn't take long for you to feel his bare hard-on on your buttocks wet with pre-cum. He rubbed himself against you but slowly sighing in relief.

He leaned over again kissing you softly, "Uryu." You said softly as he kissed your lips. "You always taste good to me." He deepend the kiss slipping into you with no problem. "Uryu...fuck." You managed to get out as he sunk deeper into you. He held you as he stayed leaning over you giving you time to adjust. Uryu then pulled back his hips causing you to gasp, he brought them back forward. The sound of both your bodies connecting. 

Once he got a rhythm he sped up, causing you to rock into the shelf. After a few thrusts, his hands came forward rolling your breasts together. His hands then traveled down to play with both your nipples at the same time. Your back arched, the way he always did you made you feel good. But what you were feeling now was way different than the other times you've done it together. It pushed you over the edge and you came the orgasm washing over you.

Uryu pulled out of you but wasn’t finished yet, he turned you around facing him. "Would you let me finish?" He asked breathing heavily. "Of course." You spread your legs once more, he slipped in again. He held your leg against his hip as he began trusting again this time harsher with no regard for your being. 

Your arms found their way to his shoulders holding on for dear life. His trust pushes you into the bookshelf, knocking off some of the books. He pulled out almost far enough to be out of you and then slammed back in. That was when he released into you. He held you both your panting slowing down. Uryu's face softened as he looked at you.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. You gave him a reassuring smile. "It's okay you were just frustrated." 

"Still I shouldn't have taken it out on you...like that." His voice full of regret. You took a piece of misplaced hair and put it behind his ear. "I didn't mind but I do think it shouldn't be a regular thing, let's clean up and talk about this later. Okay?" You placed a kiss on his lips as he shook his head in agreement.

#bleach #bleach fanfic #bleach fanfiction #bleach reader insert #bleach x reader #ishida x reader #uryuu ishida #uryuu x reader #uryu ishida #uryu x reader #Bleach reader insert #x reader #anime x reader #smut #x reader smut #sometimesibewriting uryu

[gloryhrs]

━━ ⟡ 𝓟𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄, various. 🐩

᧔𐓪᧓ 𝓱𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐭. ━━ Jushiro Ukitake, Shinji Hirako, Ichigo Kurosaki, & Toshiro Hitsugaya!

iii. 𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 // 3/3 part of the animal s/o series!

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 poor old man couldn’t keep up with you, even if he tried. You were nothing more than an uncontrollable ball of energy he was married to. He would wake up to the sound of your fluffy tail hitting the floor nonstop as you stared at him and waited for him to wake up with a small pout on your face.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 lips turned down even more at the sight of your white-haired husband, who proceeded to sleep peacefully. "Jushirooooo." You called out to him and poked his cheek as he groaned and opened one of his eyes. "Dear, the sun hasn’t risen yet, and you're ready to go outside?" He sat up and yawned. It was still dark outside, and you expected him to get up right away. "Mhmm!" You nodded your head cutely as your furry ears perked up in an adorable manner, which Jushiro couldn’t say no to. The white-haired man only sighed. He knew you were always up before the crack of dawn so you could get your day's work done and explore. "Fine, but when we come back inside, you have to go to sleep right away. Got it?" He pointed his index finger at you as you nodded your head once more. "Okay!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 you stomach and head scratches anytime he has the chance. He never walked passed you without giving you a head scratch, he never gotten use to the fact that your foot tapped against the group rapidly when he scratches behind your ears.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 has multiple toys stashed away under his desk for when you come to spend the day with him, not caring about your duties. He would try to send you off, but you'd always give him your famous eyes and pout, which he couldn’t say no to. While spending the day with him, you’ll frequently play with the toys he brought you, which are pretty interesting.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 your way of showing love to him was incredibly sweet, since you couldn’t verbally speak to him at times. He would wake up to you nuzzling your cheek into his while saying good morning. — "Good morning, dear." Jushiro's eyes softened at you sitting on his lap with your tail doing its usual wags. "Good morning!" 

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 almost put him on his deathbed earlier than he’d expected because of your careless behavior. He’d never forget the one time he thought you were killed and thrown in a lake because of your torn clothing. Only for you to pop your head out of the lake with a bright smile on your face. Jushiro didn’t give you a chance to speak before he pulled you out of the lake and dragged you home by your ear while chewing you out.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐈𝐍 order to drain your battery, the man sends you out on tasks and (easy) missions so you can tire yourself out. Once you've completed all the tasks he gave you, you’ll often come into his office and sit on his lap until he’s done with this paperwork. With his hand often rubbing your back and ears.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 stretched your muscles for the final time as you headed to your husband’s office. For the first time in a while, you were extremely exhausted. Once you reached the office door, you didn’t even bother to knock. Jushiro watched as you kicked the sandals off your feet and made your way towards him. Before he could say a word, you immediately plopped yourself down on his lap, your face snuggling into his neck. Jushiro chuckled and began to rub your back, putting you at ease. "I’m guessing you’re tired?" He grinned at your tired state, which made you nod. "Mhmm, let’s cuddle."

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐎.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐀𝐍 absolute love bug! You were both obsessed with each other. Shinji talked about you nonstop to his lieutenant, Hinamori, who only nodded her head and agreed with everything he said. 

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 loved you dearly. But if he had the chance to strap you down to a table for a day, then you better believe he would. Everyone knew you gave your husband an unnecessary amount of gray hair from the way you acted. Your hyperactivity would get so out of control that Shinji would throw you over his shoulder and walk away from the scene. But no one has seen the man snap on you before because he couldn’t. Shinji knew that you meant no harm, and besides, there’s nothing wrong with having a little fun.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 never fails to make you blush because of his flirty attitude; the sexual jokes he makes towards you make you bury your face in your hands. Because you knew he was going to give you a hard time the following night. He’s the only one who was able to make you blush. — "Hey, babe, I got this tongue piercing for a reason. Wanna watch me use it?" "S–Shinji!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 didn’t mind the fact that you had dog ears and a tail. He would often tease you by dragging his hands slowly down the tail, knowing it was one of the most sensitive parts of your body. Plus, he could have an advantage over you when you start to act bratty. With a simple tug of your tail, your behavior would straighten up immediately.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 give me that shit." Shinji's grip on the tail tightened as you tried your hardest to hold yourself up. You knew it was wrong to act like a brat in front of all those people, but you didn’t care at the moment; it was all Shinji’s fault. "Where’s that attitude now?" He used his index finger to tilt your head up, and once Shinji saw your glossy eyes,he immediately rolled his eyes. You always tried this sh*t when you got in trouble; it worked the first three times, but he was over that now. "Don’t give me those damn eyes; you knew you were wrong." His dark brown eyes glared into your soft e/c ones. Your h/c ears are flat on the top of your head.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐈 said sorry. I didn’t mean it." You muttered loud enough for him to hear. Shinji's glare deepened; your puppy eyes and scared look weren’t fooling him this time. He knew it was all an act you put on, so he would go easy on you when he was punishing you. "You said sorry? You didn’t mean it? I told you about this before we left, and you still went and acted out!" Shinji gritted his teeth at you. From the look in his eyes and the way his hand was now wrapping around your neck, he was getting more angry. Shinji let out a long sigh before removing his hand from your tail to pinch the bridge of his nose. Once you both make it back home, he’s going to demolish that attitude of yours. "I’ll deal with you later, understand?" His grip on your neck loosened as you nodded your head quickly. "Yes sir!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 alone, you would put your chin on his lap (near his private area) with your tail wagging and an "innocent" smile on your face, and he almost lost it. It takes an entire army to hold him back from pouncing on you and turning you inside out in his office.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 groaned when you pulled on his bottom lip after the make-out session; the paperwork on his desk was now put to the side as his attention focused on you. From the moment you stepped into his office, his eyes concentrated on you and you only. His eyes watched as you slid down to the floor, now on your knees. Your chin now rested on his lap. He knew you didn’t want head-pats; you wanted something else. "I’m sorry, pup, but we can’t do it now." He gave your chin a light scratch as you pouted, your ears flattening with you. "Please, I want it now." You batted your lashes at him while he suffered from a heavy debate in his head. "Fine, but don’t make a mess like you did last time." His hand made its way to your hair and gave it a light tug with a whine leaving past your lips. "I–I won’t." 

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 perfect shoulder to lean on when you’re scared. Because you have sensitive ears and a fear of loud noises, he would always put noise-cancelling headphones over your ears and hold you against his chest while rubbing your back slowly.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 pain in Shinji’s chest caused him to wake up instantly; something wasn’t right. He looked over to see you curled into his side while whimpering, the tears in your eyes making him go into protective mode. "What’s wrong, baby?" He used his thumb to wipe away the tears from your eyes as the crackle of thunder caused you to sob and curl into his side even more. It took him a moment before the lightbulb went off in his head. You were terrified of lightning and thunder. He sat up from the futon while the thunder made another loud sound, causing you to yelp and bury your face in the pillow next to you. Shinji searched through the drawer for the familiar item until it came into his vision—the noise-canceling headphones he brought just for you. He sat back down next to you with his hand brushing the h/c hair from your face. "Look at me, baby; it’s all going to be okay. I’m right here." He cooed in your ear as your tail started to unwrap itself from your leg. Once he saw that your grip on the pillow had loosened, he removed the object from your face and placed the headphones over your ears. You slowly opened your tear-stung eyes to look at your husband, who smiled softly and stroked your cheek. His eyes shined with nothing but reassurance and love. He wiped away the final tears before kissing your lips. You sniffled for the last time as you buried your face into his chest, sleeping peacefully for the rest of the night.

𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 wondered how Ichigo was able to keep you tame and calm in public, considering you were the same person who jumped from desk to desk every morning. But the secret was gum; once he thinks you’re getting out of control, he’ll pull out a stick. Which makes you calm down in a second. One minute you’re jumping all over the place, and the next minute you’re nuzzling your cheek into his arm while chewing on the piece of gum.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 has to tie a leash around your waist when you both go out in public. The number of times he lost you in public places was ridiculous! He not only had a leash on you, but he also had a tracker in the necklace he brought you for your birthday. The last time he lost you, a hollow attacked and almost killed you, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let that happen again.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 teenager thought he was going crazy when his clothes started to go missing all of a sudden! Only to find out you had an entire stash in your closet, he took back most of his clothes. But let you pick out the ones you wanted to keep, even if they were his favorite.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐈 want this one! Can I keep it, Ichi?" You held up the white cardigan as Ichigo nodded his head. "Sure, but don’t get it dirty." He squeezed your cheek and proceeded to place the rest of his shirts in the suitcase. Yes, a suitcase. Ichigo didn’t know you stole an entire collection of his clothes. He didn’t notice until the only thing he had left was a shirt he hadn’t worn since he was fifteen. "You can’t keep that." Ichigo took the white shirt from your grasp as you pouted with your ears flattened. "Ichiiii, you can’t even fit that shirt anymore." You whined at your boyfriend, who sighed before throwing the shirt at you. Your whining was the only reason you got your way. "Next time, ask before you take my entire closet and run off with it." He lightly scolded you and pinched your cheek while you giggled nervously, knowing damn well you were going to do it again.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 of your clingy behavior, he would buy every strawberry plushie that came into his sight. You knew Ichigo couldn’t be by your side every second of the day, but that didn’t stop you from whining and crying for him. He would often check his phone to see over a dozen voice messages you recorded about how much you loved and missed him. The pictures of you pouting with the plushie pressed to your cheek made him want to drop everything and return to you.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 most of your free time watching the annual dog competitions with you. At first, he didn’t know why you were so addicted to the shows; his first thought was because you’re part dog. But once he sat down and watched the show, it was quite interesting. You would laugh at him when he scoffed at the bigger dog and won over the small dog.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 didn’t play when it came to your grades; he wants the absolute best for you and refuses to let you drop out. Since you both were in the same classes, he’d help you out with your work every time you called him. And he would spend the night at your house to make sure you completed your homework and did not slack off to watch puppy competitions. Every time you get a question right, he’ll give you a kiss and a treat <3.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 bit your lip at your boyfriend, who only wore a pair of grey sweatpants with a black tank top. From the moment you saw him, your tail started to wag at an immediate pace. You tried to focus your attention back on your homework, but his muscles were practically staring back at you. You snapped out of your thoughts when Ichigo tapped the paper with the pencil. "What’s the answer to number six?" He pointed the pencil at the sheet. "E–Erm, c?" You scratched your cheek as Ichigo nodded his head and said, "That was correct. Good job, baby." He used his index finger to pull your chin closer to his lips. The faint taste of the strawberry cake still lingering on his lips made you go federal; you wanted him so bad that your tail was now wagging faster than ever.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 only thing Ichigo disliked about you was your brattiness. He'd have to admit that he did take you everywhere and spoil you rotten. He didn’t care about the attitude you’d gain when you were both alone. But if you’re in public, then it’s a different story. He hated the way you would whine and stomp your foot at him when he said no, but he wasn’t like that partner who was afraid of putting the other in their place. Once you push his buttons too much, he’ll take you to the nearest alleyway or bathroom to straighten you and your little attitude out.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐕𝐄 really been pissing me off today." Ichigo frowned and took your face into his hand, the pout never leaving your lips. You rolled your eyes at him and steered your eyes in another direction, which pissed Ichigo off even more. All this because he refused to buy you those nasty chocolate-covered bananas. You could feel the anger seething off him, and honestly, you didn’t give a damn. "Hmph, I don’t care." You shrugged your shoulders at your boyfriend, whose eyes widened for a second before going back to normal. Who were we talking to? Because it surely wasn’t him. "Repeat that for me." He removed his hand from your face and slid it down to your neck, his thumb pressing down on the sensitive part. You held back your whimpers and stood up straight, since you were starting to lean onto his chest. "I—I said I don’t—ah" You whimpered when his hand made its way down to your tail, giving it a gentle stroke.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 started to pant when Ichigo used his hands to massage the sensitive parts of your body; if it weren’t for the wall holding you up, you would’ve been on your knees right now. Ichigo smirked. For someone who talked a lot of shit, it was extremely easy to put you back in your place. His hand that was on your tail was now trailing up to your waist. "What happened, baby?" He teased. Ichigo chuckled at how you attempted to speak, only for his grip on your neck to tighten. He leaned down to give your lips a kiss; his soft lips moving in sync with your plump ones felt like a dream. "Mhmm..." You pulled on his shirt when he started to suck on your tongue; the foreign feeling had you begging for more. His free hand wandered around your body and groped everything he touched. Your body belonged to him, so he could do whatever he pleased with it. After pulling away, he took his hand from your neck while a thick string of saliva connected you to him. You quickly looked away. Feeling ashamed at the fact that you folded for him within seconds. "I'm sorry, Ichi. I didn’t mean to act like that out there." You stared at your shows like they were the most important things in the world. Ichigo chuckled and pulled you closer by your waist, saying, "It’s fine. But just know I went easy on you because we were in a public restroom. Next time, I’ll make sure you forget how to walk."

𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐘𝐀.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 and Toshiro were complete opposites. You were so smiley and happy all the time, while he was more of a serious and assertive guy. Multiple people were surprised when they saw Toshiro holding hands with you. How did Toshiro fall for you? The world may never know. You both were happy, and that's all that matters.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 you both go out into the public, he has to warn you to act right, or else he’s going to bring out the sandal. Plus, he can’t go three seconds without scolding you. But if you act right, he’ll give you head pats and buy you food.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 said that Toshiro wouldn’t follow you up on your shenanigans was completely wrong. This guy played board games with you, danced in the rain with you, and occasionally challenged you to a staring contest once in a while. To prove to you that he can last longer than you.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 are they doing?" Hinamori tilted her head at the couple, who sat crisscross on the ground while staring into each other's souls. "They’re having a staring contest. They’ve been there for ten minutes now." Rangiku whispered and took a sip of her drink. Hinamori watched as your ears perked up and your tail wagged, signaling you were excited, while Toshiro felt his eyes water at your adorable behavior. His eyes widened and his heart swelled when he saw your pupils dilate more and more. You didn’t think of this as a staring contest; you just wanted to stare at your lover. Toshiro’s watery eyes finally closed. "See! I told you that you couldn’t do it!" Rangiku laughed at Toshiro, who glared at her for a moment before turning his attention back to you. "Does that mean I win?" You innocently blinked your eyes at your boyfriend, and Toshiro felt his cheeks heat up at your angelic aura. Once you gave him that smile and head tilt, he would stutter every time. "Yes, you’ve won, darling."

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 didn’t mind that you were so lovey-dovey and affectionate with him. He loved waking up to your morning kisses and hugs. He couldn’t push you away, because if he did, then you'd keep coming back.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 the place of the adult in the relationship, even though you are older than him. He cleans your mouth after you’re done eating, takes baths with you (so you wouldn’t get distracted or fall asleep in the water), and so much more. Not to mention that he’s extremely overprotective of you, especially when someone yells at you. Once your ears flattened, it was a signal for him to unsheathe his sword. It takes you, Rangiku, and Hinamori to hold him back from releasing the wrath of the person who yelled at you; no matter who he was going against, he was always going to take up your cause. —  "Captain! Y/N said it’s not a big deal!" "I’m going to turn that asshole into ice sickles!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 to let you hang around Rangiku or Shunsui when he wasn’t around. The last time that happened, you came to him drunk off your ass with a bottle in your hand. He wanted to destroy the two, but his mind told him otherwise; you were his focus, not them. But God wanted to destroy them.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He watched as you stumbled around the room with a bottle in your hand while barking loudly. "T–Toshi!" You hiccuped and waved at your boyfriend drunkenly while Toshiro snatched the bottle from your hand and put it in the trash. He then grabbed your arms and began to lay you down on the futon, his mind traveling off to how he was going to punish Rangiku. "T-Toshi, I love you. You’re the best boyfriend ever. You make me so happy." Your voice slurred slightly, making Toshiro’s cheeks turn pink. Even when you’re drunk, your love for him is louder than ever. "I love you too; now take this and go to sleep. I have some business to handle." He gave your lips and forehead a kiss. Rangiku is most definitely never going to hear the end of it.

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Bloodline (Uryū x Reader)

Word Count: 1k

Tags/Warnings: @toofilthy Arranged Marriage AU, Childhood Friends, Quincy!Reader, Timeline Who?, Canon Divergence for the sake of DRAMA

Notes: 

The members of your family have entered forced arranged marriages for as long as you could remember. The few aunties, uncles, and cousins you had had their spouses selected seemingly at random. The unions as partnerships for something greater than yourselves, all of it in the name of survival for the minuscule Quincy population. Or so you were told.

You and Uryū were lucky. 

Out of all the men you could have been betrothed to, you were lucky that it was to your best friend. Although, it was a natural choice, one that you were never worried about. The choice had been, in fact, through the process of elimination as you were the only Quincies that were eligible (save for the older Ryūken and a first cousin that was far too young for Uryū). 

It could have been worse. Uryū had plenty of positive qualities if not characteristics that could only be described as safe and boring. Clean. Smart. Noble. It could have been worse.

Safe and boring was just fine when it was just the two of you. Left out of the loop together and told nothing of the vague agenda that was whispered about quietly behind closed doors. 

You studied his smooth, angular face as you sat on the carpet in Ryūken’s study. You recalled the familiar door to the office many times, never daring to enter despite the many years you made yourself at home in the Ishida household. It was off-limits to you as a child. Even in your adulthood, as you were forced into a caretaker role through cultural pressure, the closest you came to the office was a quick knock to notify Ryūken of dinner. And now, you and Uryū had fearlessly infiltrated.

He handed you papers absentmindedly as he rifled through cabinets and files. You sorted them around your knees, watching as he rolled his sleeves to his elbows. His forearms had filled out. A vein traveled down his right forearm, barely visible under his skin. Uryū’s broad shoulders flexed as he dug further into books and papers. He shifted to steady himself on one knee. 

It surprised you. There used to be a time when Uryū would have made himself sick at the thought of defying his father. If you didn’t know better, you would have guessed he’s done this before.

There was a time when you had been taller. You remembered how scrawny he used to be, how your shoe size used to be the same. You watched the fire of determination in his eyes, certain that something had changed but uncertain as to what that was. 

The communication between the two of you was wordless. Uryū said nothing as he continued to hand random stacks from Ryūken’s desk to you, not bothering with an explanation. You scanned what you could in the dark room, trying to piece together what it was you were looking for.  You remembered a time when Uryū went along with whatever you wanted. Quiet Uryū. Complacent Uryū. Truly, as dedicated as you were to him, he could never tell you what the fire in his soul sought and you would follow him to the ends of the earth.

Uryū plucked up a beige book, standing as he flipped through it. You filled in the place where he knelt before, cramming a pile of files back where he found them and smuggling a few torn pages inside the breast pocket on your jacket. He muttered to himself as he read, getting quieter as he scanned the pages. Uryū’s eyebrows rose, then knitted. His nose crinkled in disgust. You closed the desk drawer, the wood making a quiet scraping sound as you did.

“Now you’re in my room without permission? That’s twice now.” 

You almost jumped at the voice. You peeked over the top of the desk. Ryūken stood in the doorway, backlit by the harsh light of the hallway—the yellow glow cast into the dark office, illuminating Uryū’s scowling face. You rose from your crouching position. A similar grimace contorted your face as Ryūken’s attention shifted to you. He spoke your name slowly, offering you a slight nod as if to acknowledge your mutual defiance. 

“You’ve read this, right? Is it true?” Uryū’s eyes widened in anger. The book snapped shut, his arm swinging down by his side. You quickly snatched it up under the desk as Uryū stood in front of you instinctually. You remembered a time when— “I see, so you’ve known everything all along. About the Wandenreich, about the one who’s leading them… about mom even.” 

“Uryū, I told you this doesn’t concern you.” Ryūken shifted as if to maneuver around Uryū’s shoulder from afar. He spoke your name again. “That goes for you too. I am disappointed, although I can’t say I’m surprised.” Ryūken’s eyes narrowed. “I suppose this was your idea.” 

“Maybe you raised a son who is a bad influence,” you spat, as you turned to morph deeper into Uryū’s shadow. You knew you were never Ryūken’s first choice for his son. You weren’t even his second, but with the state of things, the Ishida men were stuck with you at this point whether Ryūken approved or not. 

You could feel a seething rage radiating off of Uryū; this was his fight. You held your tongue.

Uryū’s slender fingers gently grasped the cuff of your sleeve and quickly tugged you out of the office. Ryūken allowed it, standing a few feet in front of the door. A seething heat radiated off of Uryū. The fabric under his fingers crinkled under his tight grip as he avoided eye contact with his father. You had no issue meeting Ryūken’s pointed gaze even in your selective silence. He cleared his throat as you made your way down the hall.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Uryū stopped, causing you to almost run into his back. Ryūken stood where he was, pivoting slightly to face the two of you. You were the only one to look back, barely noticing how Ryūken’s eyes darted to the book you still held in your hand. You turned to Uryū who had fallen frozen where he stopped. You focused Ryūken in your peripheral.

“If you refuse to tell us anything about the Wandenreich, then we’re going to figure it out for ourselves. We deserve to know.” Your hand traveled up Uryū’s arm, your sleeve breaking away from his nervous grip. You squeezed his bicep reassuringly as you came to stand next to him. Your head swiveled over your shoulder. “We are the new generation, Mr. Ishida. Continue to stand out of the way.”

You tugged Uryū forward, guiding him down the hallway as Ryūken watched the two of you disappear. 

Perhaps not many things changed after all.

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Notes: I spoke not too long ago to a friend whose family comprised of arranged marriages. She has 5 aunts and told me about one who was fortunate enough to have married her best friend. She said that her aunt and uncle have a loveless marriage, but are good friends that make it work. I know there’s a difference for many people between “arranged” and “forced” marriages, but I touched on them here in the same way my friend described them in her culture where the term was interchangeable in her community.

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[an-angel-in-the-garden]

ok ok lily hear me out~ byakuya, grimmjow, Ulquiorra getting a suprise cheek kiss ~(｡◕‿‿◕｡)

Gasp! What a fantastic idea! Much needed fluff as of right now.

Byakuya

It's not easy to do anything sneaky when Byakuya is involved but that makes the end result all the sweeter

He's such a guarded man, he never lets people get too close without him knowing they're there and you aren't an exception

This is definitely something that took many many tries to get done but each failure comes with a reward

It's not like he doesn't know what you're trying to do and he fines it so endearing

This small act, these constant attempts make his heart beat faster and his affection grow

The day you succeed in this surprise attack would also be the day he confessed his love to you

It truly is the sweetest reward and he's never been happier that you managed to get one over on him, even if it was just a simple kiss on the cheek

What started as a small but fun game now becomes a secret routine, if Byakuya is having a bad day you would sneak around and plant a soft kiss on his cheek before running off and he's never been happier

Grimmjow

It's not even a hard thing to do but know he won't let you escape once you commit to it

He always lets his guard down around you, you're trustable and he knows even if you tried to kill he'd win the fight

That also makes him the most prone to surprises as he doesn't expect you do anything weird

It would be such a simple thing, just a small thought that pops up when you're lounging around together

He's likely napping basking in the artificial sun and warmth while you gaze up at the clouds and enjoy this quite time you share

It's then that it happens, you lean over and just peck his cheek

Simple and straightforward, there was nothing special about it yet it set Grimmjow's heart ablaze

He rolls over and wraps his arms tightly together with some grumbling under his breath he presses heaps of kisses all over your face as payback and there you both stay, happy and silently in love

Ulquiorra

The nice and weird middle ground, he's not hard to surprise but it takes longer to understand for him

As is any kind of close relationship with this man is hard to form it would take a while for you to even think this was a safe thing to do

Once you get there though its smooth sailing and mostly easy to work around

He lets you just do what you want but know it will always end in questioning, he wants to learn more then anything

With that in mind actually surprising him is easy, you just need to run up and kiss his cheek before scampering away, he's left in a slight daze from the sudden affection

There will be a few beats of nothing before he simply walks off to go back to work or whatever he was doing before that

It won't get mentioned for days potentially and this might seem bad but that's just how this man is, he spends days mulling things over before asking about it

Once he's past the waiting faze you both have a big conversation about why you did it and what it means and after learning it's just another way you say you like him Ulquiorra will begin to do the same thing

Walking up to you just to peck your cheek and walk away again is just a part of his life now, it's easier, he finds, then saying how he feels

We did it! It took me a while but here we have yet another post! Thank you all so much for sticking around still, it means the world to know that people like my writing still. I hope everyone's been staying safe and I hope you enjoyed reading this. Have a good day or night~ Lilly

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[the-witch-of-one-piece]

霊圧 + 淫慾. //spiritual pressure + lust. ( @sashi-ya x twoop)

Kenpachi Zaraki, Byakuya Kuchiki and Jushiro Ukitake x F! Reader: Creampie N/SFW part 3 Created by: The-witch-of-one-piece/WC:1000+/Masterlist/Collab w/ @sashi-ya💜

TW: Creampire, Vaginal penetration, moaning, rough sex, sex in a body of water, dirty talk, sweet and slow, making out, breast sucking, handle like a ragdoll.

Kenpachi 

“All that squirming you are doing, are you trying to make me cum?” Kenpachi harshly grunting. Your ass was in the air. Kenpachi was crouching on top of the bed, his large body hovering over yours. His thrust was strong just like him. His arms were crisscrossed on your back and one of your arms was pinned in the criss-cross force. You couldn’t remove your arm whatsoever, finally feeling one of his hands pushing down on your head.

“Fuck~~~” whimpering as he ruthlessly plunged himself into you. Your free hand was clenching the ruffled up sheets so tight your knuckles were turning white. “ Fuck yess just like that Kenn~~~! .” you whined one single tear coming down from your eyes. 

“Who would have guessed someone so sweet would love to be fucked like a slut.” The evil smile on his face appeared. “I guess the good girls are always the ones with hidden desires.” the more he was thinking about it the more he felt the urge to slam into you hard. He didn’t care who could hear you if they had a problem they could see him. The sounds of the crying and whimper of his name fueled him but also was closer to his peak. “Are you ready for my cum? You better because if I see you leak it out I’m fucking you all over again.” 

“I promise Captain please fill me with your thick hot semen~~” you cried out the hair was sticking onto your face. Hearing Kenpachi’s loud moan you felt the instant oozing thick hot semen of his as he still was thrusting inside of you.

 The more he was thrust he could see the semen coming out, he did it on purpose “Well you couldn’t even do one simple thing I guess we ain’t done here yet .”

Byakuya 

He held you by your thighs as your back was pressed against the smoother rock of the private bathhouse. The sound of the water splashing with every thrust as his cock was driving into your pussy. While he was away from you all he could think about was how to touch you and couldn’t wait till he got back home. His lips began to suck on your breast while your fingers were clawing on his perfect porcelain back. As he unlatched from your breast he spoke “Did you miss me _____?” he spoke in a whispering tone. “I missed you so much Byakuya.” panting as your eyes look into his, it did tear you apart when he would be gone for some time but when he arrived home he wanted your complete attention. Drawing his lips closer to yours. Even though being in the water he could feel how slippery and hot you were as he was thrusting inside of you. 

Bringing one of his hands up he placed it against your cheek he leaned him as his soft lips pressed against yours. Both of your tongues were dancing with one another. You drew his body closer to yours, his chest pressing onto your chest, your legs wrapped around his small waist. Small breaths were escaping both of you as you didn’t want to detach from one another until he spoke. “I’m sorry if I ever made you worry about me while I was away.” he was letting out a shallow breath as he was trying to have the words come out but it was very hard for them as he could feel your pussy becoming more constricted. “I promise to come back to you… always.” “Byakuya~~” you softly panting before his lips attached to yours once more. The thrust that was steady became sloppy as he began to pump inside your tight pussy. The moans were escaping between the kisses. Byakuya felt his climax coming in more intense, breaking away from the kiss he wanted to lock eyes with. He loved to see the expression of your own orgasm with the pleasure of his cum filling inside of you. The lewd glassy eyes expression on your face locked with his. The warmer sensation of his cum being shot inside of your pussy. When he saw your orgasm start to descend he closed his eyes for a moment, his forehead resting on your shoulder catching his breath from his own high. 

Jushiro 

Giving you soft kisses, his delicate fingers brushing the strands of hair out of your face. The Captain of the 13 barracks was such a gentleman and never wanted to hurt you in any way.  The hues of pink hitting his cheeks that match your own cheeks. He was on one of his better health days but still, you wanted to make sure he was okay. 

 “Jushi, are you okay?” You were panting softly making sure he wasn’t feeling feverish from the workout he was doing. 

Seeing the corner of his lip curl up “I’m fine my love don't have to worry about me now.”  He appreciates your concern for his own health. Jushiro fingers slid down your arm as he began to lock his fingers with yours. His pumping was in a steady pace you could feel his pelvis press against your clit every time he thrust in and out of you. To experience this kind of passion in his life and to have met someone like you truly was a blessing in his life. “You are very special to me  _____.” The softened expression of the long white-haired man speaking to you made your heart flutter. “Jushiro~” 

With the mention of his name his breath became quivering as both continued the sweet pillow talk. Jushiro's face became a bit hotter with sweat drops forming his breathing becoming more unsteady “_____, I’m gonna cum~~” as he spoke his final thrust made him stiffen inside your cunt. His arms became weak as he was still holding himself up and not crashing into you. You could see he was drained. “Lay on my Jushi.” speaking to the captains wasn't going to deny the offer. Bringing himself slowly he laid his head against your chest. He could heart beat become slower after your guy's climax. 

Tagging: @stygianoir @tealcat001 @dumbbitch223 @bookandyarndragon @ilibili @jin-supremacy01

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[thetrinketbox]

Drunk again off another crush (Kensei x Reader)

I wrote this for Kensei’s birthday and because he looks so hot in the new anime episodes. My man needs more fics about him! Also available on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49015216 "Congratulations!" "Yeah, who'd've thought an idiot like you would figure out bankai?" "Three cheers for lieutenant Hisagi!" The boisterous cheering filled the bar, a crowd of shinigami clustered together like a flock of crows in their black uniforms. They clinked their glasses together for the umpteenth time that night, Hisagi grinning like a schoolboy. "Thanks, guys!" he said, his cheeks somewhat redder than usual and his hair all mussed up from Ikkaku and Renji constantly ruffling it, like you would to a puppy. From your little corner of the bar, you watched all this going on, trying to look happy about it even as your mood sank lower and lower as the noise and celebrating grew louder. It seemed churlish to feel left out. This was Hisagi's moment, not yours, a celebration of a milestone that not many shinigami ever achieve. You were happy for him; you knew how hard he'd been working to master it and improve his relationship with Kazeshini. When you'd first heard that he'd finally done it, there had been no doubt in your mind that he'd always had what it took. But although you'd helped to arrange this little celebration, even hanging up some of the decorations with some people from Ninth (you weren't even part of Hisagi's division), and though he'd thanked you when you congratulated him and even given you a quick hug that made you feel all tingly, that was about all that had been said. His friends had arrived, first Kira, Renji and Kira and then later Ikkaku, Yumichika, Iba and Rangiku and he'd been swept up in a little bubble comprised of lieutenants (or near enough, in Ikkaku and Yumichika's cases) and suddenly it was like you didn't exist anymore. Like you said, it seemed childish to complain that Hisagi wasn't paying attention to you. You understood he'd obviously mostly want to spend time with his closest friends, the ones who had fought alongside him the longest and seen him in action the most. Seeing their happiness at his success truly was an amazing thing.

But...was it unreasonable you felt left out? Envious? Wishing you could even come close to having companions that cared so much about you? You didn't think it was, so you'd turned to the nearest available source of comfort - alcohol. You were several drinks in now and even though you'd tried to look like you were enjoying yourself, you could feel yourself growing more and more distressed and isolated, sitting nursing a drink you'd stopped actually drinking a while ago, which had turned unpleasantly watery now that the ice cubes had melted, and you weren't drunk enough for that not to matter to you. You pushed it aside in faint disgust, but now you didn't even have the excuse of not wanting to spill your drink - now you were just sitting here feeling abandoned and stupid. As Kira poured Hisagi another drink, you caught something flicker in your peripheral vision and turned your head to see a captain's robe, a stark contrast to all the black uniforms. Shit, when had Muguruma gotten here? Or wait, he'd been here before, hadn't he? That's right - Mashiro had gotten her hands on a whole bottle of vodka and mistaken it for something much milder. She'd chugged damn near the whole bottle and passed out, and Kensei had been forced to take her to Fourth Division before she did anything else stupid - apparently she had a nasty habit of abruptly thrashing awake and kicking, and Kensei was one of the only people strong enough to keep her steady and not be winded by her famous legs, so he'd vanished for a good chunk of the evening. You couldn't help but wonder if he'd purposefully taken longer than he needed to, so he didn't have to listen to the racket of his subordinate and other lieutenants getting wasted - Kensei was the only person who looked like he wanted to be here less than you did, and the thought was oddly cheering. Misery loves company, and all that. A vague ghost of a smile flickered at your lips, but it died again like a blinking lightbulb. You admittedly didn't know Kensei all that well, except that Hisagi had been fanboying constantly since the official announcement that the three former captains had agreed to return to their old posts. Time had passed since then, but Hisagi still seemed rather starstruck by Kensei, which was just as well - you'd heard he was a hardass, and if you were being totally honest, he kind of scared you a bit. He was no Zaraki or Kurostsuchi, but something about his size, intimidating aura and I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude was simultaneously scary and a little alluring. You could feel where he was from anywhere in Ninth - his reaitsu was powerful and tinged with an unusual aura, probably thanks to the Hollow that lived inside him. You wondered if Kensei was like that all the time or if he relaxed a little more in his downtime. You were certain you'd never seen him smile. As if he could sense your gaze on him, Kensei suddenly looked in your direction, a scowl on his face. You quickly ducked your head to avoid his gaze, cheeks burning.

It was time to go home, you decided. There was no point sitting here moping because senpai wouldn't notice you anymore. You knew how your moods were only amplified when you drank, and you couldn't see the night improving from here. You were stuck in a tar pit of self-loathing of your own making, and besides which, though you were friendly with one or two of the lieutenants, approaching all of them was kind of intimidating. They understood each other in a way other seated members didn't, working so closely with their captains and yet not quite being on their level. It was a weird limbo to be in, for sure. Slowly you got up from the table, and immediately nearly fell to your knees as you stood up. Fuck. The booze always hit harder this way, and it took a lot of concentration for you to skirt around the crowd of people towards the exit, weaving back and forth as you walked. Before you reached that glorious, blinding white rectangle of an exit, a hand suddenly grasped your elbow. "Where are you going?" a voice demanded. You turned around and your stomach did some kind of somersault as you found yourself staring dizzily up at Kensei himself. He was scowling down at you, as per usual, but he didn't seem particularly angry per se - he had a very severe resting bitch face, so it seemed. "Sorry?" you said, which was at least slightly better than "Whu?" which was what you'd been about to say. When you realised, he thought you'd gotten confused on your way to the bar/bathroom, you gave a little shake of your head. "Oh, I'm just - I thought I should go home." Behind Kensei came another raucous round of cheering and a facial muscle of Kensei's twitched. Clearly the celebrations were grating on his nerves as well - however fond of Hisagi he was, he was not the partying sort of guy. You didn't know Kensei that well, but you knew enough about him to know that every sound of glasses or bottles clinking and sloshing beer on the ground was no doubt grating terribly. "You're in no fit state to walk home by yourself." Kensei pronounced, but before you could get indignant over this, he sighed. "I'll walk you back to your quarters." What?! "Oh, um, that's kind of you, sir, but it's really not-" you demurred - the thought of walking home with Kensei Muguruma at your side was an alarming one. "It's not up for negotiation." Kensei overrode you bluntly, so much so that you found yourself unable to muster a second stab at refusing. His hand went to your shoulder, and he began steering you towards the door. "Come on. From here on, it's their problem if one of them passes out in a puddle of vomit." You paused and made a face at the idea. "Yessir." ~ You were right - walking with Kensei Muguruma was an intense experience. Granted, it wasn't like he was shouting at you for drinking or asking you tricky questions. Instead, he was surprisingly quiet, keeping an eye on your ungraceful gait out of the corner of his eye, but otherwise he seemed content to walk through the winding streets of the Seireitei - you'd told him where you lived, and it wasn't so far away that either of you felt the need to whip out Shunpo. Anyway, as Kensei had pointed out, the fresh air would help sober you up some. Despite that, though, the silence had a tinge of awkwardness to it. Kensei was doing you a favour, but you got the sense he was regretting having offered. Your mind was in a whirl of confusion and alcohol, and you wanted to find something to say to make the journey feel a little less of a daunting voyage. Kensei's reiatsu washed over you like a heavy wind that hints at a thunderstorm - occasionally your arm would brush his haori and the hairs stood up on your skin when it broke out in goosebumps. Kensei didn't seem to notice. "Why were you sitting by yourself?" he suddenly asked - not looking at you but keeping his eyes straight ahead. You're taken aback by the question and your answer is vague. "Oh, well...I'd said my congrats to Hisagi, so I didn't want to get in the way while he was with his friends. His other friends." you said, lamely. "It felt rude to just leave in the middle of his celebration." "Tch. His friends are spoiling him. Most people don't get a fucking parade thrown for them for achieving a bankai." Kensei muttered, and you shot a surprised glance at him. But though his words were dismissive, his facial expression wasn't disgusted or scornful. Perhaps grumbling was Kensei's idea of speaking fondly of someone. "Why did you come, then?" you asked, seized with a sudden boldness - perhaps Kensei's candidness was infectious. "You don't seem like a... party type of guy, sir." "I'm not," Kensei said, waving a hand impatiently. "But I don't begrudge the kid. I worked him hard, and he gave me the results I was hoping for. That deserves recognition." Huh. You gave a hum of agreement and turned your attention back to the path in front of you. It seemed Kensei was right - you did feel a little more sober. Walking no longer felt like a tricky task that required all conversation, though you didn't regret your decision to leave. You doubted anybody had noticed you were gone. "So that was the only reason?" Kensei pressed, startling you. "You were just too scared to talk to him around his lieutenant friends? Or were you hoping something was gonna happen?" You nearly choked on your own saliva at the blunt phrasing. Kensei really didn't pay much attention to social niceties, did he? You chewed on the inside of your cheek. You'd never examined your feelings regarding Hisagi Shuuhei in detail - you knew he liked Rangiku. Kensei knew he liked Rangiku. Everyone and their mums probably knew it. So having feelings for Hisagi had never really crossed your mind, because they were doomed before they'd even had a chance to take root. But explaining all this to Kensei made you uncomfortable, so instead you simply said: "We're just friends." "Really." Kensei drawled, and was it your imagination, or was he messing with you? It was hard to tell with his deadpan manner of speaking. "Yes, really." you said, a little huffily. "And if you don't mind, I'd rather not discuss it further." "Tch." You both fell silent again, and you could feel heat creeping up your cheeks. It occurred to you that perhaps Kensei had had some alcohol to loosen his tongue a bit himself, it was just nowhere near as obvious with him since he was so big and beefy - it would probably take enough alcohol to knock over a horse before he started to show ill effects. Though you didn't know who in their right mind would give alcohol to a horse. You knew where you were now, and you glanced at Kensei. "I can take it from here if you have somewhere to be." you said, then added belatedly. "Sir." "I don't." Kensei replied, and you snorted. "Why do you care about where I'm going or what I'm doing, anyway?" you suddenly asked him, feeling like you were teetering on the edge of something. "Thought you didn't want to talk about that anymore," Kensei said. "I'm not, I'm talking about you." you replied, bouncing onto the balls of your feet like that might help you reach Kensei better. He scoffed and glanced away, and you took a moment to admit his side profile, that firm jaw and the shape of his nose. The impressive fluff of his mohawk and were those piercings you spied in his ear? Hot. "Just noticed you around, is all." Kensei said, his throat bobbing when he covertly swallowed. "When you come by Ninth." Oh? "Oh?" you asked faintly. Kensei had noticed you? But why? There was nothing special about you and he was a captain, and a Vizard, to boot. Everyone was curious about them, even if the topic of the reason the reinstated Captains had been forced to leave was often skirted around. Was it possible you were hallucinating this and were still at that table, passed out drunk? Now Kensei turned to face you and you weren't able to pull your eyes away from him in time - specifically his bared chest, his firm abdominal muscles and that famous 69 tattoo emblazoned across his skin, the ink still bold and clear even after over a century. He caught you looking, but he didn't seem to mind it. "Yeah," he said, and his eyes slid to your lips, where a faint shimmer of lipstick still sat from when you'd gotten ready hours earlier. It was like it was choreographed. A beat of silence ticked between you, an internal debate that lasted both a moment and a lifetime. Then, before you had time to doubt, to convince yourself it was all in your head, Kensei moved, surprisingly quick for a man his size. You had no time to process before a large, gloved hand curved around the back of your neck and you were being pulled in for a hot, demanding kiss that left you breathless. You could faintly taste rum on his lips, and your back met the wall, Kensei's body shielding you from prying eyes. Your hands moved immediately to comb through his mohawk as he kissed you, and Kensei growled in response, his teeth pinching your bottom lip, enough to make you squeak. His hands roved up and down your body, one of them settling on your waist where you'd donned a brand-new sash for the occasion, his touch hot and firm and making you shiver deliciously. His reiatsu covered you, but this time you relished the staticky feeling of it, the tingling zipping across your skin. Fuck. you thought. No words were exchanged during all this. You'd both passed the need for them - your bodies did the talking plenty. When Kensei finally released you, straightening up to his full height again, you were amused to notice he had a smear of sparkly lipgloss collected on his bottom lip. You felt out of breath. "That was..." you said and broke off with a huff of breathless laughter. "Yeah," Kensei agreed, running a hand through his mohawk in a surprisingly self-conscious gesture that, at present, seemed like the most endearing thing ever. His eyes went back to your lips, but he didn't move to kiss you again. You understood - when you pushed yourself off the wall, the world wobbled a bit before righting itself. Sobering walk or no, you were still on the drunken side. You smiled awkwardly at Kensei, though pleasure squirmed in your stomach when he offered you a very slight one back. He reached out and his thumb brushed just underneath your bottom lip, wiping away some smudged gloss. You stood stock still while he did this, mesmerised by this simple movement. "Should I...?" you said, but you weren't sure how to finish that sentence. Kensei's smile turned into a smirk. "You're going to go home and sober up." he told you. "I think you've had enough excitement for one day." You licked your lips. "And after that?" you dared to ask. Kensei's smirk widened a bit, and his hand rumpled your hair. The next thing he said made your stomach clench and heat rush to your face. "And then you'll come by Ninth and we'll see if we can't find another reason to start celebrating."

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[paperultra]

THE FIVE NONSENSES

[ SOULMATE!AU ] Pairing: Miya Osamu x Fem!Reader x Miya Atsumu Summary: Like most people, you do not meet the Miya twins so much as they are thrust upon you. Unlike most people, you are thrust upon them as well. read on ao3 | read on quotev

CHAPTER THREE: SMELL Word Count: 8,205 words Warnings: Swearing

“Hey, you! Join the photography club!”

You narrowly dodge the flyer thrust in front of your face, knocking back into someone in the process. Flustered, you move in the opposite direction, only to knock shoulders with another student walking the other way. Both of your apologies get lost in the noise.

“Join the basketball team! Winter Cup finalists two years in a row!”

“Improve your focus in calligraphy club!”

“Join kyudo club!”

“Join marching band!”

With a small huff, you grab the strap of Osamu’s schoolbag and squeeze through the crowd. Osamu looks over his shoulder at you, and you meet his raised eyebrow with a grimace; not long after, a hand presses between your shoulder blades to usher you forward.

“Dammit,” Atsumu grumbles, digging his phone out of his pocket. “Where’s the volleyball club?”

“Hell if I know,” Osamu says. “Call Aran.”

“’S what I’m doin’, dumbass.” Punching a few buttons, the other boy presses his phone against his ear with visible impatience. “Aran!” Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as Atsumu’s voice carries high over the clamor surrounding you, causing several students to swivel their heads. “Where the hell’s the volleyball club? … Class 1-7? Seriously?”

Hanging up without so much as a thank-you, Atsumu quickens his stride down the congested hallway. Osamu follows suit, and you end up seizing the back of his blazer as the three of you head to Class 1-7, evading arms and signs and flyers the entire way.

Having visited the school before to watch Ojiro play, you had known that Inarizaki High School is big; navigating it as a student on the first day of school, however, is a whole different animal. You hadn’t realized it was this big. Or this crowded. After a year of being large fish in a small pond, you now find yourselves in an ocean.

At least you have the twins to rough it with.

(It should be noted that your thankfulness varies wildly from hour to hour.)

Near the entrance to Class 1-7, you spot Ojiro wielding a bright sign advertising the volleyball club. He easily stands head and shoulders above most of the other students, and the sight of a familiar face helps you relax – even though you’d just seen him at graduation a few weeks ago, he somehow looks older here, comfortable and self-assured in the raucous halls of Inarizaki.

“Yo! Aran!” Osamu and Atsumu call out, running up to the second-year. You, still holding onto Osamu’s blazer, are unceremoniously yanked along.

Ojiro perks up and grins widely when you all reach him, freeing one hand to bump fists with the twins. “’Bout time you guys showed up. Thought ya chickened out or somethin’,” he exclaims, then nods at you with a grin. “Good to see you here too, [L/n]-chan.”

You smile back. “Hi, Ojiro-senpai.”

(Of all the people the twins consider friends, which have always been rather scant in number, you like Ojiro Aran the best.)

“Chickened out?” Atsumu scoffs. “No way. You scrubs are gonna need us if ya wanna win nationals this year.”

A laugh bursts out of Ojiro’s chest. “Don’t ya think you’re gettin’ a little ahead of yerself?”

“Yeah, well, what’s new?” Osamu pipes up. He elbows his brother’s side, jabbing a thumb at the doorway when the latter chokes up and glares. “Hurry yer ass up, ‘Tsumu, we haven’t even signed up yet.”

You cough. Ojiro laughs again, leading the three of you into the classroom.

There’s a ton of students already inside when you enter. In one corner of the room is the girls’ volleyball club, and in the other is the boys’, though many are mingling and wandering around to chat. A few are upperclassmen wearing the Inarizaki volleyball team’s jacket – the rest, you assume, are first-years hoping for a chance to join.

It’s not surprising for a school that’s gone to the Spring Tournament almost thirty times. Most of these applicants will be benched for their entire high school career.

Following Ojiro to the desk for the boys’ volleyball club, you encounter the two people sitting behind it.

“Arata-senpai, Kobayashi-senpai,” Ojiro announces, clapping one hand on Osamu’s shoulder and the other on Atsumu’s, “got a package deal for ya.”

The first thing you notice about Arata is how tall he is when he’s sitting down. Then he slowly stands up, and your eyes widen as he keeps going and going, finally stopping about half a head taller than Ojiro.

Arata breathes in, vulpine eyes narrowing, before he slams his hands down on the desk with a loud thwap.

“If it ain’t the Miya twins!” he chirps, voice much peppier than expected, and you choke back a surprised laugh. “I watched yer match last year at nationals. You two think ya have what it takes to be part of a powerhouse?”

“Why talk big when we can just show ya, senpai?” Atsumu says, as if he hadn’t been gassing himself up to Ojiro moments before. He pulls out his signup sheet, already filled out in his usual large, messy print, and slides it over to the captain, leaning over the desk with one hand on his hip. “Got yers, ’Samu?”

“Yup.” Osamu slides his over as well, handwriting slightly neater.

Arata takes the sheets happily. Your gaze falls upon his hands by chance, and then it remains there, taking stock of the scribbles of purple and red decorating his skin.

Ojiro whistles. “Looks like yer soulmate’s havin’ fun with some gel pens,” he comments, pointing at Arata’s hands.

“Hm?” The other boy blinks and takes a moment to inspect the words curving below his knuckles. His brow furrows, and he squints before finally breaking out into a goofy smile. “Ah,” he says, and his voice takes on a distinctly fonder, dreamier tone, “guess they are. They’ve been practicin’ hiragana a lot lately. See? Pretty good, eh?” Arata stretches his hands out face-down, showing them off.

(You can barely read the characters.)

“Neat,” Atsumu says, though his tone has flattened just slightly.

“Right?” Arata doesn’t seem to notice. “We’re gonna finally see each other in person next summer after I graduate. They’re graduating high school this June in Spain …”

“He’s really excited,” Ojiro mutters to the three of you, “in case ya couldn’t tell.”

The volleyball captain’s cheeks turn an endearing shade of pink. “What’s wrong with that, huh, Ojiro? I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with them, so it’s a good sign I’m lookin’ forward to it.”

Next to you, Osamu shifts and shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants. You feel his elbow brush against your arm, bare skin separated by layers of fabric.

The rest of your life.

A strange feeling forms in the pit of your stomach. It’s the same kind you get whenever your parents ask about Osamu, and whenever you see couples wearing matching outfits at the mall – a feeling a little less than longing, and a little more than guilt. Like you ought to be doing more, saying more, expressing more. Feeling more.

You wonder what it is like to be Arata, infatuated, proudly flaunting the colors on his hands.

The girl sitting at the desk finally speaks up.

“I thought we were talkin’ about volleyball, not yer love life, Arata.”

Your gaze moves away from Arata’s wrists and onto the girl.

Still sitting, she and the captain paint a picture of a mouse and an elephant, her tiny form complemented by large, expressionless eyes and a small nose. The maroon jacket hanging off her shoulders looks one size too big.

And yet, when her gaze flicks over and meets yours, you’re overtaken by a sudden chill.

Scary.

Arata jumps and glances down at her. “O-Oh, right! Sorry, Kobayashi-chan, I guess I got carried away.”

“It’s fine.” Kobayashi continues to stare at you, and you start to feel slightly uncomfortable. “’S why I’m here.”

“Yeah!” Coughing, Arata rubs the back of his neck and turns his attention back to the twins. “Gettin’ back on track … if it isn’t obvious already, Kobayashi-chan is our manager. She’s real good. Real detailed.”

“But I’m also in my third year, which means we’re currently lookin’ for a new manager for next year,” Kobayashi supplies. “So if ya happen to know any first-years who’re qualified and willing to apply for the right reasons, please let me know.”

Your brow furrows at that.

“Whaddaya mean, ‘the right reasons’?” Osamu asks.

A sheepish laugh escapes Arata’s throat. “Well … the volleyball team’s pretty popular, so we get a lot of folks wantin’ to be manager just to get closer to the team and see if one of the members is their soulmate.” He sighs. “It’s not that I wanna keep any soulmates apart, but those kinds of applicants slow down the search, and obviously, we want a manager who actually wants to manage.”

Ah. Already, some of your peers already seem like they’re on a time crunch to find their person. Soulmates are getting to be a bigger and bigger deal as you get older, and with that comes certain expectations. It’s not hard to figure out why some would hope to have someone popular and athletic.

“Sorry, don’t know anybody like that,” Atsumu replies at the same time Ojiro says your name.

You look at your senior, surprised.

He directs a finger upwards. “Ya know volleyball pretty well,” he points out. “Wanna apply? You already manage the twins, after all.”

“Oi, what’s that s’posed to mean –”

Arata seems to finally notice you, eyebrows raising. “Oh! Sorry, didn’t see ya there,” he exclaims. “What’s yer name?”

Reluctantly, you step up next to Osamu and introduce yourself.

“[L/n]-chan. So ya know the twins?”

“I’ve lived on the same street as them since elementary school.”

“Really! Ya must know them well, then.”

“More than well,” says Kobayashi.

She points down at your hand. Arata follows her finger, and you resist the urge to curl your pinkie when his mouth drops.

“Oh, damn, you’re soulmates with – er, uh –”

Osamu and Atsumu just stand there, watching the captain flounder. After a few seconds, you reach up and tug Osamu’s earlobe sharply.

“Osamu,” you say, both as an answer and as a scolding, ignoring the muttered ‘ow’ coming from your right.

Clapping his hands, Arata nods. “You’re soulmates with Osamu-kun! Wow, that’s amazing. And you’ve been together since elementary school? He’d think and play better with you just bein’ there.”

You smile, embarrassed.

“That doesn’t make her the right candidate, Arata,” says Kobayashi. “Even if she really wants to manage the team, she might still prioritize Osamu-kun over everybody else. The last thing I want is a manager who picks favorites.”

She says it so bluntly, so seriously. Your smile weakens as her words hit a sore spot you didn’t know you even had.

There must be a good way to disagree. The two truths of the matter are that being a good manager would mean risking being a bad soulmate, and that being a good manager is a risk you can afford. Osamu isn’t the type of person who needs to be worried about. He gets scraped up, but he doesn’t mind it, and he knows his limits. If a player got hurt right as Osamu called you for something, you know you’d check on the other player first. Even if the other player was Atsumu. (Maybe.)

Osamu simply does not need you to take care of him. You don’t know how to express this without seeming like you don’t care as much as you should.

Atsumu cuts in before you can organize your thoughts into words.

“She wouldn’t,” he says, “unless it’s me. But ’Samu and I are soulmates, so we’re already at our best when we’re on the court.”

The upperclassmen before you tilt their heads simultaneously.

“… Wait,” Arata says after a while, slowly. “You’re tellin’ me that Osamu-kun has two soulmates?”

Osamu glances at you, eyes half-lidded, and you can only meet his eyes for a few seconds before you have to look at the ground.

“Guess I’m favored,” Osamu replies.

“Wow.” Huffing out a laugh, Arata crosses his arms. “Two soulmates … huh. I wonder how that works …” Kobayashi grunts and he clears his throat. “S-Sorry. Anyway, [L/n]-chan, if you’re interested in the manager position, just fill this out and give it to Kobayashi-chan. We’re taking applications until July first or until we find someone, whichever comes first.”

He hands you a sheet of paper, and you take it tentatively.

“My phone number’s at the top in case you have any questions,” Kobayashi adds. Her voice lowers, but its monotony remains. “And if ya end up applying, know that I won’t show any favoritism just because of yer soulmate.”

You take in a breath through your nose, fingers curling into the application in your hands. “Yeah, of course.”

She nods once, then leans back in her seat. The set of her mouth relaxes just slightly, and she crosses her arms, morphing from a cutthroat manager to a tired senpai.

“See ya after school. Good luck,” she says. Her eyes bore into yours. “To all of ya.”

There’s a moment of silent surprise between you, Osamu, and Atsumu. Then all three of you bow as Ojiro and Arata chuckle.

“Thank you!”

—

The twins, predictably, become one of three first-year regulars on Inarizaki’s boys’ volleyball team. You place your manager application in the top drawer of your desk, which you pull out frequently over the next three weeks just to stare at the blank form, unsure about the whole thing.

Saturday afternoon rolls around, and you’ve taken the paper out of your binder and set it on top of your desk at home when your phone buzzes.

Osamu: you home

You: yeah

Osamu: ok

And that’s it. You stare at your screen for a few seconds, unblinking, before you shoot up from your seat and scramble to your dresser to get changed.

Five minutes and a bit of haphazard cleaning later, there’s a few firm knocks on the front door, followed by incessant banging. You stalk over to open the door before it’s knocked off its hinges.

“I could hear you,” you tell Atsumu, unimpressed, as the two enter and shuck off their shoes.

“I know.”

He deftly dodges the kick you aim at his ankle. This usually happens nowadays, unfortunately, but it doesn’t stop you from trying.

“’S just you here?” Osamu asks, shuffling into some slippers and walking further into the house. His gym bag hangs from his shoulder, big and bulky, and you look at it curiously.

“… Yeah?”

“Fer someone left home alone all the time, you’re duller than a rock,” Atsumu says. “Folks’re gone and ya don’t even throw a party? Geez.”

You narrow your eyes as he grins. “Maybe I just want peace and quiet after havin’ to sit in class with you all week, Atsumu. Anyways, why are you guys here?”

You receive no answer. After eyeing the kitchen, Osamu turns and heads down the hallway, prompting you to follow. You’re further confused when he enters the bathroom and sets his bag on the countertop.

As he unzips it, Atsumu squeezes past you and reaches into the bag, pulling out a –

A shower cap.

“… Is the shower at yer place broken or something?”

“No,” Osamu says, and he pulls something else out. “Ma’s home.”

You stare at the box in his hands. Then you look back up at the twins.

“She’s gonna kill you.”

��

Watching Osamu and Atsumu bleach each other’s hair is like watching a train wreck in slow motion.

Their dark T-shirts have speckles of orange on them, there are bits of foil littering the sink and the bathroom floor, and the acrid stench of bleach filling the bathroom is starting to creep down the hallway. You can only hope it doesn’t linger past Sunday night when you go back to the dorms.

“If you screw this up, I’m shaving yer giant head in yer sleep.”

“I’m doin’ it better than you did, ya scrub!”

You stand outside, shirt collar pulled up and over your nose, as Atsumu finishes combing through the top part of Osamu’s hair. It’s an incredible thing to witness: Osamu sitting on the shower seat, hunched over and holding a sheet of foil over his undercut while Atsumu hangs over him, wearing one of the shower caps to keep his own hair out of the way. It’s also a disaster.

You lift your phone up to snap a quick picture.

“Oi! What’re ya doin’?”

“Making a present for Ojiro.” Upon viewing the photographic evidence, you realize something. “You’re not gonna tell Auntie that you dyed yer hair at my house, right?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Osamu assures, letting Atsumu hold onto the foil while he pulls on a shower cap. He sets a timer, and the two of them hurry out of the bathroom to escape the fumes. “She won’t be thinkin’ about the details when she finds out.”

“Like she’d ever blame ya, anyway.” Atsumu scoffs. “You’re the favorite and you ain’t even her kid.”

“Well, I don’t wanna take my chances.” You recall the countless number of times the twins had received a whooping for something stupid they did, and the countless number of times you had just barely managed to slip under the radar by keeping your mouth shut. “Y’know, she might make ya dye it black again if the school doesn’t like it.”

“Please. If anything, they’ll thank us fer givin’ them an easy way to tell us apart.”

“Is that why you’re dyein’ yer hair? You’re already in different classes.”

“It ain’t fer class,” Osamu says. “It’s fer volleyball.”

Atsumu presses his back against the wall and slides down to the floor, pulling up a game on his phone. “Some of the scrubs still can’t tell us apart on court,” he sniffs. “’M tired of it.”

That, you think, makes a lot more sense.

Osamu and Atsumu have always taken full advantage of being identical twins. You’ve seen them pull just about every stunt in the book – switching the way they part their hair on random days, pretending to be the other when one of them gets in trouble, making money off classmates who bet on knowing who’s who (and lying on more than one occasion). Looking alike isn’t usually a point of contention between them.

When it does bother them, volleyball is usually involved. They don’t always wear different shirts or numbered jerseys at practice, and you’ve been to enough of them to know that this can cause issues at the beginning of the year. The coach calls out the wrong name, a teammate calls for Osamu when they mean Atsumu, things like that.

They get especially miffed when one gets praised for something the other did. Atsumu, in particular, hates that the most.

“Ya have anythin’ to eat?”

Head snapping up, you look at Osamu and nod halfway through absorbing what he’s just asked. “There’s leftover onigiri in the fridge and snacks in the cupboard,” you reply, stepping over Atsumu’s outstretched legs to lead his brother towards the kitchen.

(“Heat up an onigiri fer me,” Atsumu calls out.)

(“Get it yerself, lazy-ass,” Osamu shoots back.)

In the kitchen, you fish out the last two onigiri the twins’ mom had given you yesterday and present them to Osamu.

“Here. You and Atsumu can each have one.”

“These the ones with salted salmon?”

You nod.

Osamu thinks for a moment. His lips purse, his eyelids droop, and even though he kind of looks like a lunch lady with that shower cap on, it’s cute.

“I’ll make ochazuke and yaki onigiri,” he decides. “What do ya want?”

“I’ll just have some chips or something. I just ate lunch, so I’m not that hungry.”

He stares at you, then accepts the onigiri from your hands. “Okay.”

Putting the rice balls on the counter next to the stove, Osamu retrieves a small plate, a bowl, and a mug from the cupboard. He finds most of everything else pretty quickly – the cast iron skillet under the oven, the spatula in the drawer right next to the fridge, and the soy sauce and oil in the lower corner cabinet. The only thing he asks for you to locate is the green tea, which you get from the depths of the second shelf in the pantry.

While he works, you grab a bag of your favorite chips and pop it open, leaning against the unused counter on the other side of the stove to watch.

You like it whenever Osamu cooks. The click of the stovetop turning on, the curve of oil being poured into the skillet, and you’re rocking gently in a small boat, curled up in an overstuffed chair on a rainy day.

(It’s an extension of how he feels, you’ve learned – for as much as Miya Osamu loves volleyball, he loves food just a teeny bit more.)

When the oil is hot enough, he unwraps one of the onigiri and places it in.

You turn the opening of your chip bag towards him as he wipes his hands on a towel. “Here,” you offer once he notices.

“Thanks.”

Atsumu’s onigiri sizzles in the skillet while the water for Osamu’s tea continues to heat up. Osamu mirrors your posture on his side of the stove, messily crunching down on several chips, and the two of you wait.

“Didja apply for the manager position yet?”

You swallow too early, rough shards of chips cutting down your throat. Fighting the urge to cough, you shake your head and reach for the water you’d left on the table this morning. “No. Still thinkin’ about it.” He hums. “You guys haven’t found one yet?”

“Kobayashi-senpai’s real picky.” He flips the onigiri over with one sharp push of the spatula, brushing soy sauce over the freshly grilled side. The water boiler beeps right after, and he seamlessly transitions over to pour the hot water over the teabag in his mug. “Most of the applicants we saw were annoyin’, anyway.”

“Oh.”

You recall the last practice you’d attended, watching from the balcony with your homework as the team ran laps around the court. The applicant on trial that day had watched them go by a few times, still and proper, before suddenly turning to Kobayashi and excusing themselves from the gym. They never came back.

On the walk back to the dorms that evening, Atsumu explained that the student had a counter for how many times their soulmate would pass by them.

(“Waste of time n’ space,” he’d complained. “Who’d wanna be with someone that desperate?”)

“Ya wouldn’t be half bad at it.”

“… Yeah …”

“If ya don’t wanna apply, just say so.”

“It’s not that. I just don’t know if I’ll wanna do it for the next three years.”

“Whaddaya want to do, then?”

“I dunno.” With a sigh, you set your bag of chips down. “I mean, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to apply.”

Osamu shrugs. “If ya are,” he says, turning off the stove top, “don’t do it just ’cause of me.”

Your teeth sink into your lower lip, sharp and knowing as he flips the yaki onigiri onto the plate he’d pulled out earlier.

After calling Atsumu, who had migrated to the living room couch while he had been waiting, the twins scarf down their afternoon snack in no time at all and raid your cupboard for the complimentary snacks your parents usually bring back from their trips.

Halfway into his fourth wafer, Atsumu’s timer goes off.

“Oh, shit.” Shoving the rest of the wafer into his mouth and silencing the alarm, Atsumu gets up and eagerly makes a beeline to the bathroom.

“… Do ya think it worked?” you mutter as you and Osamu stand up more slowly.

“I dunno.”

A loud swear explodes from the bathroom.

You look at each other sharply. Wiping the crumbs from your lips, the two of you run over to investigate.

As you get closer, you hear the sink running, then Atsumu muttering underneath his breath.

When you peek into the bathroom, your eyebrows shoot up into your hairline.

Holy shit.

“Holy shit,” Osamu says, leaning past you to get a better look. “’Tsumu, ya look like a carrot.”

“Shaddup, ’Samu,” Atsumu moans, rinsing his hair angrily. “I know. Fuck.”

Hair bleach on dark hair, as you find out, works similarly to hair bleach on dark fabric. Contrary to the sandy blond the older twin had desired, the result he had gotten is instead a bright, burnt yellow-orange matching the stains on his T-shirt. Not carrot, necessarily, but definitely not blond.

“Ugh.” Nose and forehead wrinkling, Atsumu leans toward the mirror, pinching a section of hair between his fingers. “It … it ain’t that bad, right?” His pitch rises with the slightest hint of denial. “I’m pullin’ it off.”

“It’s that bad,” Osamu says.

“’Samu!”

“Maybe you can bleach it again?” you suggest.

“And then his hair falls out? Bad idea.”

“Dye it, then, like you are.”

“We don’t have money left to buy a different color.” With a sigh, Osamu puts his hands on his hips. “Damn. Sorry, ’Tsumu.”

Atsumu groans and thunks his forehead against the mirror, dripping water all the way down its surface onto the counter. His frustration is so palpable that you can feel it prickling your skin.

If he hadn’t been so excited before, you’d probably poke fun. You should poke fun, but the disappointed twist of his lips and the droopiness of his sopping wet hair just makes you feel bad. He looks like a wet puppy.

Dammit.

You take your phone out.

Osamu tracks the movement. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Lookin’ something up.” You press on the first link you see, skim the webpage quickly, and put your phone back into your pocket. “I’m headin’ out fer a bit. Stay here.”

“… ’Kay.”

“Whatever,” Atsumu grumbles.

After grabbing your wallet and checking its contents, you head outside to drag your bike out from underneath the vacant carport. And as you hop onto the seat, pedaling down towards the nearest drugstore, you tell yourself that Atsumu better thank you on his hands and knees once you get back.

—

“Blue shampoo?” Atsumu’s tone is suspicious as he slathers the back of Osamu’s hair in grey dye.

“It’s supposed to cancel out the orange.” Turning the bottle to face you, you read the description beneath the brand name. “‘Eliminates brassy, orange undertones.’ See?”

“It ain’t gonna fuck up my hair even more?”

“’Course not,” you retort, all hopes of veneration quickly fading away. “I ain’t an asshole, Atsumu.”

His eyebrow twitches, hands slowing. You take the opportunity to place the bottle sideways in the crook of his neck, forcing him to tilt his head to hold it in place.

“Oi –”

“Go try it. I’ll finish Osamu’s hair.”

“Yer so bossy,” Atsumu grumbles, but he lets you nudge him out the way, peeling his gloves off and grabbing the shampoo.

You snap some gloves on in turn, keeping one eye on Osamu’s hair and the other on Atsumu as he ducks his head beneath the sink faucet. They’d pretty much finished up applying the dye for Osamu, at least from what you can tell, so you start combing through the locks with your fingers to make sure everything is covered.

Miya hair is very thick. Soft, too. You hope all this bleaching and dyeing won’t ruin it too much.

“Hm,” Osamu hums abruptly.

You stop. “What?”

“Nothin’.” You furrow your brow but resume, only to just barely hear him mumble, “… Feels nice.”

Oh.

A smile crawls onto your lips without warning, the space behind your ribcage suddenly cozy and soft.

“Alright, I’m doin’ it,” Atsumu announces. You look up just in time to see him squeeze a dollop of shampoo into his hand. “Euch! It’s so blue!”

“Why do ya sound so surprised?!”

“Shaddup, I just wasn’t expectin’ it to be so dark! … Smells okay, though …”

While the shampoo does its work on Atsumu’s hair, you take a little extra time combing Osamu’s. He remains quiet and still, thumbs tapping idly on the dark screen on his phone. You wait for him to make more snide remarks at Atsumu’s expense or complain about the smell of the dye, but he doesn’t.

You eventually finish up while the water still runs blue and sudsy into the bowl of the sink. Osamu mutters a thank you and ambles off after eyeing his brother for a few seconds. You linger for a while longer.

(God, you hope it works. If not for Atsumu’s sake, then for your pride and your wallet.)

After what seems like forever, he rinses out the last of the shampoo, wrings his hair out a bit, and straightens up to look in the mirror.

You examine his reflection as well. It’s less orange, yes, but still not as light as he had wanted, more gold than sand. Not necessarily good, but certainly less bad.

Atsumu fixates on the more muted shade of his hair for a minute or two. His lips press downwards at the corners, and then they part to say your name.

You blink.

“What?”

“Why’d ya buy the shampoo?”

He sounds almost accusatory, but not quite; there’s an undertone that you very, very rarely hear in his voice. He meets your eyes in the mirror, hair a dripping, tangled mess.

“… ’Cause I felt bad fer ya,” you admit unwillingly. Atsumu makes a face, and you sharpen your tongue, because that is what feels comfortable with him. Normal. “And I didn’t want to hear ya mopin’ and complainin’ about it all week.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” he persists. “I coulda pulled it off.”

You scoff. “Just ’cause you’re taller than most of the school doesn’t mean they wouldn’t’a noticed. And anyways, it’s better now, ain’t it?”

“I didn’t ask ya to buy it.”

“Ya didn’t even know what it was until I told you.”

“An’ if I did, I still wouldn’t’ve asked!”

“Yeah, ’cause yer prideful ass would rather die than ask fer help!” you snap, jabbing his bicep with your finger. “God! I knew ya wouldn’t even say thank you!”

“Well, if ya knew I was gonna be a dick about it, why’d ya waste yer money?!”

“I felt bad fer ya!” you screech. “My mistake!”

“Yeah, yer mistake!” Atsumu shouts back.

Chest heaving for breath, you glare at him. He glares in return. Temper pinks his face and the tips of his ears, flares his nostrils and curls his lip in that fierce and familiar way. In the back of your mind, you know you are doing the same.

Asshole.

You’re angry, yes. And offended, and exasperated, and and and –

And hurt.

“It’s so hard,” you say, your voice deciding to crack at the worst time possible, “to be nice to you sometimes, Atsumu.”

When the words leave your throat, his face grows blank in that way you’ve always hated, his mouth pressing into a fine line.

“So?” he replies.

You roll your eyes. “Forget it.”

Casting one last glance at the bottle of shampoo next to the sink, you clench your fists and turn to leave. What a waste of money. This is the last time you’re ever going to feel bad for him.

A hand wraps around your elbow upon your first step outside the bathroom.

“… Are ya cryin’?”

“No,” you bite, wishing he hadn’t asked because now you do feel like crying, just a little bit.

Atsumu pauses for an excruciating moment. You can practically feel his distaste for whatever words he’s about to say.

“I’ll pay ya back,” he mutters. “Fer the shampoo.”

“No.”

“Whaddaya mean, no?”

“I don’t want yer money.”

“Well, what do ya want, ’cause I ain’t owin’ ya anything.”

“I want a thank you.”

“… Can’t I just –”

“No.”

Atsumu throws his hands up. “Fine!” he says. “Thanks fer buyin’ somethin’ I didn’t ask fer! There, ya happy now?”

“I want ya to mean it,” you say quietly.

“I did mean it.”

You cross your arms.

He groans. Glancing around as if checking for hidden cameras, Atsumu slowly pushes his bangs away from his face and wipes his nose, sniffing.

“… Fine,” he eventually grumbles at the floor tiles. Cheeks puffed, he looks up at you from the corner of his eye and scratches the back of his head. “The shampoo fixed it a little bit,” the words struggle their way out of his mouth, “so … thanks … fer gettin’ it fer me. Ya didn’t have to.”

He looks like he’s just eaten soap, his ears still red, and that’s how you know he’s being sincere. Your shoulders relax a little bit.

“You’re welcome,” you say.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Atsumu’s expression, almost doleful for just that moment, blooms into something more sarcastic once you accept his gratitude. He gestures at the doorway behind you. “Can I go now?”

“Dry the mirror and the counter first.”

“But I said thank you.”

You throw a towel at his face and walk away, more satisfied than not.

—

“How’s Osamu-kun doing?”

You prop your phone up against the wall behind your desk, tilting your pen between your fingers. “He’s fine, Ma.”

“Did ya tell him how good his curry is? He makes it better than me.”

“Yeah, he says he’s glad you guys like it.”

After resolving the blue shampoo issue with Atsumu on Saturday, you’d gone back to the kitchen and found Osamu chopping vegetables and tofu next to the sink. At first, you figured he was hungry again, but upon your questioning, he’d only denied it.

(“’S fer you.”

“… Fer me? No, you don’t have to –”

“Yeah, I know. Ya don’t like the curry at the cafeteria, so bring mine back to the dorm and save it in the fridge fer later. If ya don’t want it, leave it fer yer folks to eat when they get back.”)

He didn’t leave much room for debate. And since he was using your family’s food to make it anyway, you accepted, a bit perplexed but happy nonetheless. You hadn’t expected him to remember your complaint about the cafeteria’s bland curry.

The amount he made was enough to fill two Tupperware containers, one of which you left for your parents when they returned two days later. Needless to say, they were delighted.

“What a thoughtful boy. He’s so good to you, honey.”

You smile, walking back to your desk. “Yeah.”

(“Ya like dark chocolate in it, right?”)

Your mom sighs. It’s a familiar sigh, and you click your pen, knowing what she is about to say before she even takes a breath.

“I just don’t know why he hasn’t asked ya out yet.”

You can hear your dad speak up between chews in the background. “It ain’t like how it was back when we were young, dear. Soulmates these days don’t like makin’ things so formal and official.”

“Oh, I know, but wouldn’t it be sweet? I was so happy when we went on our first official date.”

“The one at the konbini ’cause I couldn’t afford anythin’ nicer?”

“Yes. I loved it.”

“I know. You were smilin’ the whole time.”

“Glad you’re still in love,” you say dryly when they giggle over the phone, your nose wrinkling when your dad comes into view to give your mom a loud smooch. During these moments, you wish you’d called instead. “I’m still here.”

“Oh, I know, I know. Honey, you should bring Osamu-kun somethin’ fer his next game! A snack fer afterwards. He’ll like that.”

“Okay.” You’ve done that before. The first time you gave him an orange in your first year of junior high, he and Atsumu squabbled over dividing it for five minutes. Now you get double portions whenever you have the compulsion to bring something after games, just to keep the peace.

“Speaking of games …”

Here we go.

“… Have ya applied to be the manager for the volleyball team yet?”

“Um.” Glancing at the wall to your right, you click your pen some more, taking your time to answer. “I filled the form out …”

“[Y/n]! If ya dawdle, someone else’ll snatch it up. When’s it due?”

“July first or until they find someone.”

“Turn it in tomorrow!”

“Okay, okay.”

Your mom sighs again, and she places a bowl down onto the table. “… Otherwise, are ya okay? I’m sorry we missed ya at home.”

“It’s fine. I hung out with Kokomi and the twins. How was yer anniversary?”

“We’ll make sure we’re home next time you’re on weekend leave. And it was lovely! Oh, honey, ya should’ve seen the fish yer pa caught …”

You talk with your parents until they finish their dinner, hanging up once they’ve started cleaning up. As soon as the video cuts out, you release a breath and turn your phone face-down.

You don’t know why you’re so nervous about applying for the manager position. It’s the natural thing to do, because it’s natural to want to be involved with something Osamu is interested in, his own opinion on the matter notwithstanding. You think you might like being a manager. It’s not like you want to do something else more.

Getting rejected by Kobayashi would be horrible, though.

Maybe you’ll wait a little longer to turn your application in. Polish it up some more, and such.

—

After volleyball practice ends, and after everyone who had lingered behind to practice some more is ready to call it a night, Atsumu tells you and Osamu that he’s staying a little longer to practice his jump float serves.

“Are ya sure? Cafeteria’s servin’ all-you-can-eat pasta for dinner.”

“I’ll be done before it closes.���

Osamu doesn’t look convinced. To be fair, neither are you; Atsumu often loses track of time when he stays behind, resulting in an extra hungry, extra irritable Atsumu.

“Atsumu,” you say.

He huffs at you. “Seriously, I will!” he insists, before turning to walk back to the end line. You, Osamu, Ginjima, Akagi, and Ojiro all look on helplessly as he throws a volleyball into the air and gives himself a running start.

“Don’t worry,” Kobayashi says, grabbing your attention just as he jumps. She holds up the key to the gymnasium. “I’ll kick him out before he misses dinner.”

Ojiro, ever the responsible one, lets out a noise of protest. “Senpai, I can lock up. You should go.”

“No, it’s fine.” Though her tone is impassive, she makes it clear that her mind is set as she waves him off. “I’m goin’ out to eat with my boyfriend later, anyway.”

You blink.

Though Ojiro is visibly reluctant, he acquiesces. “… Okay. Thank you, Kobayashi-senpai.”

“Mmhm,” Kobayashi hums, and her gaze falls upon you. “Make sure they get to the cafeteria in one piece, [L/n]-chan.”

“I will, senpai.”

You wait outside while the guys change out of their gym clothes and gather their things. Once they exit the building, you join them, listening idly to their chatter about today’s practice as the five of you trek towards the cafeteria.

“Hey, Ojiro-senpai, Akagi-senpai,” Ginjima speaks up during a lull in the conversation. “What Kobayashi-senpai said earlier …”

Attention piqued, you look at your upperclassmen for their reactions to Ginjima’s question. Next to you, Osamu does little to hide his curiosity as well.

Ojiro and Akagi, in turn, share a glance, and Ojiro raises an eyebrow at Ginjima.

“Yeah?” Ojiro replies.

“Well, y’know …” Ginjima presses expectantly, “when she said that she has a boyfriend, did she mean …?”

“That’s somethin’ you can ask Kobayashi-senpai about, ain’t it?”

You imagine doing just that and cringe.

Ginjima’s eyes widen, and he clears his throat. “Well –!” he replies, a bit too loudly. “I would, but I don’t want her to think I’m bein’ judgmental or somethin’. Plus, I’m just a first-year …”

“Aw, I think it’s fine if they know, Aran. It ain’t like she’s hidin’ it or anythin’,” Akagi says. Ojiro looks up for a moment in thought, then shrugs tentatively, and Akagi smiles at you and the two boys. “Kobayashi-senpai’s not datin’ her soulmate. They’re pretty serious, too.”

Ojiro rests his hands behind his head. “He’s a nice guy. Comes to games sometimes.”

“Oh, I see …”

You nod slowly, absorbing this new piece of information. Kobayashi has a boyfriend. A boyfriend that she goes on dates with, one she really likes. You wonder how long they’ve been together.

You wonder if Kobayashi’s met her soulmate yet.

“E-Excuse me! Hello!”

The quick patter of footsteps interrupts your train of thought. Glancing behind you, you stop short when you see one of your classmates running up to your group, waving one hand and holding a camera in the other. The golden orange of the sky burnishes her red hair.

“Naruko-san,” you and Ginjima greet at the same time. Ginjima laughs.

“Sorry to bother ya!” Naruko bows and quickly straightens, holding her camera up and smiling nervously. “I-I was just takin’ some pictures for photography club, and I was wonderin’ if you guys would mind me takin’ a picture?”

“How long’s it gonna take?” Osamu asks.

“Not too long. Five minutes? U-Unless y’all are in a hurry to get somewhere …”

“Not too much of a hurry. Just wanna make it to dinner.” Ojiro smiles, patting Osamu and Akagi’s backs. “Where do ya want us?”

Naruko brightens, her cheeks going red. “J-Just keep walkin’! The lighting’s perfect right now, and I wanna take a picture of yer backs with yer volleyball jackets on.” She glances at you, and her expression grows more nervous. “Er …”

You lock eyes with her for a few seconds before catching on. Nodding, you take a step towards Naruko to join her.

Osamu’s hand grasps your shoulder.

His hold is loose, but you bite back the urge to slump over at the sudden warmth of it, pausing instead to look back at him.

“Where’re ya goin’?”

You answer tentatively. “I don’t have a team jacket.”

“That’s fine. You’re walkin’ with us too.”

“Yeah, but …” You wet your lips. “Like, visually, it’ll look weird if one person doesn’t have one on …”

The corner of Osamu’s mouth twitches, and he frowns. You watch as his gaze moves past your shoulder. A sudden, brief twinge of irritation, not belonging to you, zings through your ribcage.

“Why’s that matter?”

“Yeah. C’mon, it’ll be fine,” Ojiro says.

“It’s okay!” Naruko suddenly blurts, and you jolt slightly, looking back at her. She bounces on her feet, voice even higher pitched. “I can do a more candid shot, now that I think about it! A-Actually, Miya-san, could ya give [L/n]-san yer jacket? And Ginjima-san, you can keep yers around yer waist …”

Her sudden change in idea perplexes you a bit. But Osamu seems to be satisfied, and he shrugs his jacket off, placing it over your shoulders.

After a bit of hesitation, you slide your arms through the sleeves.

(It’s just as warm.)

“Ooh, [L/n]-chan’s wearin’ Osamu’s jacket,” Ginjima teases behind his hand, and your face heats up.

“Okay.” Behind you, Naruko lets out a wistful-sounding sigh. “I’m ready. Y’all can start walkin’ now, just like ya were before.”

With only a bit of self-consciousness, the five of you follow her instructions. There are only a few clicks of the camera before Naruko calls out her thanks and goes off without another word, leaving you and the boys to speculate whether you’ll ever see the results.

“How cute,” Akagi comments. “She looked like she was gonna throw up, though.”

“I hope those were conflicting statements.”

“Okay, Aran, I wasn’t implying …”

While the two upperclassmen start to banter, you move to take Osamu’s jacket off, only for him to stop you.

“’S fine,” he says. “You can wear it if ya want.”

“Oh. Okay.”

And so you do.

—

The boys’ first practice game in July is brutal.

Many of your peers have come to watch. It’s a favorite after-school pastime of Inarizaki’s student populace, you’ve quickly discovered, to hop from one athletic club to the other simply to spectate and speculate. People pack the balcony and peek around the doorway, catching the scent of blood and sweat.

Between the crowd’s cheering and jeering, the squeak of sneakers on the gym floor, and the sound of palms ramming into volleyballs, the atmosphere is sharp, almost electric – something that you feel tingling on your skin as you stand on the sidelines, Kobayashi right by your side.

Atsumu delivers another devastating service ace. It ricochets off the corner of the other side of the court with a thunderous boom.

“Did you catch that, [L/n]-chan?” Kobayashi asks, arms crossed. “That was one of his better ones.”

“Ah, sorry, I didn’t.”

“Hm.”

You watch the slow, satisfied stretch of Atsumu’s smile, and wait patiently. “It’s okay. He ain’t done yet.”

Indeed, Atsumu is just getting started. You spare an amused glance at Osamu in front of the net, his hands locked protectively behind his head, before turning back to Atsumu as the volleyball is thrown back to him.

Raising your camera, you adjust the focus, finger ready on the shutter button.

Toss. Run. Jump.

Click.

On your other side, a girl pumps her fists and cheers.

“Wow! Another one!” she gushes.

You smile behind your lens. “Ya always sound so impressed, Tsubaki-chan.”

“I’m just excited! We’re crushin’ them in the last set!”

“’Course we are,” says Kobayashi. “Our offense is that much better. I’m a little disappointed.”

As your upperclassman patiently points out each player’s strengths and weaknesses, you keep an eye on the team and crouch low. You’ve got plenty of photos now that the game’s nearing its end – lots of sets, a few spikes and digs, some flashy jump serves. Hopefully, some of them have turned out halfway decent. Even though you’d widened the aperture to make up for the gym’s crappy lighting and adjusted the shutter speed for blurring, you still worry about your timing.

By the time Inarizaki scores the winning point, you’ve moved to the opposite end of the court and have to race back to capture their reactions.

One thing you like about the volleyball team is how expressive they are. Joy, passion, pride – off the high of a victory, they bare everything, whether it’s through their expressions or the way they move or both.

Tsubaki says your name excitedly as soon as the teams have finished thanking each other, tugging on your arm. “Can I see the action shots, [Y/n]-chan?” she requests.

“Ah, sure.”

You turn the camera towards her, and she leans in as you scroll through the photos, her grin widening.

“Wow! Yer timin’s amazin’. They look so cool!”

The praise brings summer to your cheeks. “Thanks,” you reply genuinely. After a moment of hesitation, you lift the camera again. “Smile, Manager-san?”

Tsubaki doesn’t hesitate to broaden her already present grin, throwing up a peace sign for good measure. Kobayashi looks your way as well, and you take one shot, knowing it will be kept.

“Cute!” Tsubaki exclaims.

Two shadows loom over your shoulders as the girl bestows you with another compliment. When you turn your head to the right, your nose nearly brushes Osamu’s cheek.

“Ya got any good shots of us, [Y/n]?” Atsumu asks expectantly.

“Yes, actually, I did,” you reply, going back through the camera roll with a particular image in mind. You’re only vaguely aware of the warmth they exude as they budge into your personal space, the smell of sweat lingering on their skin. “Here.”

You’re particularly proud of this one. It had been a split second of pure luck, standing on the sidelines when a window of opportunity opened for a fast-tempo set. You had felt it – you knew Atsumu would set to Osamu, and as Osamu jumped, arm reared back as Atsumu sent the ball to him, you had captured it.

Somehow, you always get the timing right with them.

“Cool,” the twins approve proudly.

“Email that one to us, will ya?” Atsumu says. “I ain’t lettin’ you photography nerds hoard it away.”

“She’s sendin’ all these to Arata-senpai, ya dolt.”

“Hey, I wanna see!” Gintama breaks into your little group, trying to sneak a peek in. “Did ya get one of my spikes?”

“Yeah, how about my jump serve?”

“That super cool block me and Ren did in the second set!”

“Didja get one of Coach?”

One by one, the team gathers around you, eager for a glimpse of their successes. The crowding is uncomfortable, but you try your best to show them what you can anyway, feeling a rare sense of pride about your own accomplishments.

You’re happy with your choice.

Tsubaki will be a great manager. Even when you first met her, you knew she had everything she'd need for the job – a passion for the sport, a desire to help others succeed, and an endless amount of perseverance. Inarizaki couldn’t ask for a better person to replace Kobayashi next year. She’ll do well in what she’s decided to do.

And so will you.

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