#kurosaki ichigo x reader

[muzansfangs]

Byakuya, Ichigo, and grimmjow finding f! Reader naked?

They accidentally see you naked.

Starring: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Ichigo Kurosaki x f!reader; Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader;

Format: short imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, Ichigo is aged up and around his twenties, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, nipple play, implied sexual tension on previous encounters, f!reader, unprotected sex, horny thoughts, language, fluff, rough sex, biting, suggestive themes, mention to kidnapping in Grimmjow’s part, shower sex;

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

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

Two weeks. You had been stuck in Las Noches for two weeks now. Not only you missed your family, your friends and your house, but you were frustrated over the fact that, apparently, you had been kidnapped only because you were Ichigo’s adoptive and older sister and Grimmjow wanted to irk his rival. Unfortunately for him, you had an attitude.

The day Grimmjow and Ulquiorra dragged you to Hueco Mundo, you were minding your business. It was such a serene night in Karakura Town and you had suggested to buy a cake in the nearby patisserie for enjoying a dessert with your friends. You had not even bothered wearing something nice. You were comfortable in your ripped jeans and sneakers. However, you knew that the t-shirt you were wearing could have drawn way too many glances. Therefore, you opted for wearing a jacket over it.

Obviously, you did not make it to the cake-shop. The sting on the side of your neck you suddenly felt as you crossed the road was a clear sign that someone had other plans for you. Your vision was blurry, but you could clearly discern the cheeky grin of the Espada that loathed your brother’s guts, as he stared down at you. The hot Espada, right. But that was a detail you were going to ignore for the time being.

You fainted several seconds after the impact, only to wake up in front of Aizen’s throne and find out to be the center of the attention of Hollows around you. The show was about to begin, though. As you started yelling at everyone how much you wished they all could explode like balloons in front of your eyes, Aizen simply ordered to give you a uniform and elegantly left the room. That decision was the cherry on top. Ulquiorra did not waste any precious time and handed you a white dress that matched the style of this ‘group of terrorists’, as you kept on calling them, but you scoffed and refused to wear it.

Grimmjow was not having it and thought and trying to unzip your jacket was a good idea. As you swatted his hands away, you had to eventually give up when he pinned your wrists above your head, as your back was pressed against the wall. The sneaky grin on his face, though, dropped as soon as the blue words printed on your white t-shirt came to his vision.

‘Blowjobs are jobs too’.

Your cheeks flushed up and Grimmjow let go of you in shock. But from that day he started to see you under a different light. You had always been pretty and he hated to admit how many times he had found himself fantasizing about how his hands could perfectly squeeze your ass as you bounced up and down on his shaft. He could not control himself and his lust for you grew with every argument you had.

The fact that you were a Kurosaki, even if you did not share Ichigo’s blood, made the whole deed even better. What a way to get back at his rival, if he could dig his claws into your flesh.

On the other hand, you were not indifferent to Grimmjow’s sharp features and abs. You hated to admit that he literally was your type and that you had wet dreams about him more than once. Getting to see him everyday in Las Noches was now driving you mad. You were glad Aizen had at least given you a chamber with a private bathroom. You had to admit that you allowed your mind to wonder and your hand to wander under the shower. His sharp canines, they did numbers on your mind and wished you could feel the way they grazed over your jugular. Just once, no one had to know about that.

Now, you easily got bored in the huge castle you were stuck in. You therefore asked Aizen if you could paint some parts of the walls in the hall that had cracked throughout the time. The stoic man had hesitantly agreed and now you were trying to keep yourself busy by painting over the ruined portions of walls in front of you. You were trying to balance yourself on the wooden ladder set against the wall, with a bucket of white paint in your hand and the brush in the other.

You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to watch over you, but you were confident about your skills. Additionally, you had probably underestimated the presence of Grimmjow a few feet away from you.

“Tsk, what the hell are you doing up there? Do you want to break your neck?” his hoarse voice pierced your ears, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. There he was, ready to taunt you.

You sighed and tried to keep your balance as you gave him a flat reply, your tone almost apathetic at this point “Why do you care? Mind your business”.

Grimmjow cocked his head to the side, his trademark smirk plastered over his face as her let his eyes scrutinize the way the tight skirt of your dress emphasized the curve of ass. A delicious meal for him.

“Nah, if you die, I’d lose my plaything. Come on, let me help you” he teased you, hoping to get a reaction from you.

Oh, boy, he definitely did.

Your upper lip twitched, your grip on the brush tightening significantly as you tried not to slip from the creaking rung of that stupid ladder “Excuse me?!” you practically hissed, dipping your head down to glare at him.

Grimmjow grinned and arched his eyebrow at you “You heard me. Get your ass down here, plaything”.

You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to help you and now, as you scoffed in indignation, ready to fire back an insult at him, you realized that you were screwed up. You never got to yell at Grimmjow, no. A strained scream left your mouth, as the sound of the thin wooden plank under your feet snapping pierced your ears. You did not see that coming for sure and so you fell. Loosening your grip on the brush and the bucket, you squeezed your eyes shut for inevitable impact with the floor. An impact that neve came as you felt two strong arms embrace you and yank you towards a toned chest.

You hesitantly opened your eyes, mouth slightly agape as you tried to steady your breath, when the bucket ended up pouring its content all over you two. You would have loved to to thank Grimmjow, but the first you did as you felt the paint stick on your hair, naked portions of skin and dress was cussing.

“Fuck!” you groaned, as Grimmjow snorted too and let you back down on the floor. Obviously, he had been a victim of the falling bucket as well. Some paint covered his messy hair and part of his chest and uniform.

Seeing him like this, in addition to the fact that he had saved your life, made you crack up a smile and shake your head softly. You two were a mess.

“Don’t you fucking dare to say anything! Let’s get this shitty paint off of us before it dries!” he grumbled, wrapping his hand around your wrist and marching towards your room. You quirked your eyebrows up, wondering why he was leading you back to your room. You did not have spare clothes for him, just a bathroom and, if he thought you were going to strip in front of him, he was clearly wrong.

As he opened the door of your room and let you in, he took off his jacket and threw it on the floor, his hands already reaching down to unbuckle his belt, as you finally squealed out in shock and turned your back at him.

“Grimmjow, what the hell are you doing! Don’t you dare undress in front of me!” you quipped, clasping your hand over your mouth. That was so embarrassing and you could feel cold sweat collecting in the back of your neck.

“What’s up now? Never seen a cock?” he sassed, dropping his pants down and walking to the bathroom naked. Your blood ran cold and you did your best not to turn around. He had never acted like that. This time you found yourself speechless and you could not even send him to hell.

As you heard him turn the shower on, you sighed and grabbed a towel from a drawer. You hastily undress yourself and wrapped the pink item around your naked body. You waited for him to get out ot the shower, confident that he had not seen a single glimpse of your body. But you were wrong.

The panther boy accidentally saw your naked ass through the mirror in your bathroom. The open door had granted it the full view of the bedroom and now he was practically growling in the cubicle with a painful boner. No, it was enough. This time you were going to take care of the problem you had caused.

Grimmjow stormed out of the bathroom, not caring about covering himself and making you gawk at the scenery before your eyes. He tugged your towel away and kissed you passionately, not giving you time to process what is was happening. You barely did, in fact. Your brain slowly started to process what your own body was doing, when you found yourself into the shower with Grimmjow’s fingere buried into your core.

You wanted him. You wanted him so badly and as he bit onto the crook of your neck, thrusting his fingers into you, you moaned softly and closed your eyes in bliss.

“What happens in Las Noches stays in Las Noches” he purred in your ear, only to receive your sassy reply.

“It was Las Vegas, you ignorant cat” you breathed out, before he involved you into a fervent kiss that made your inner walls clench around his fingers.

‘Sorry Ichigo. I could not resist’ was your last thought before you reached your climax.

Ichigo Kurosaki.

Being Urahara’s adoptive daughter was a privilege. Life was great, really, but since your father had started training Ichigo Kurosaki and his friends things were messy. You had no time to rest and practically zero privacy. Your house and shop had been opened to Soul Reapers and humans, coming over to ask for help at any hour of the day. Including night, obviously.

Despite that, you had bonded with the entire group of ‘heroes wannabe’, as you teasingly addressed them.

Yet, there was one out of them that had caught your eye and it was not just for his appearence. Ichigo Kurosaki, the invincible guy that had rescued Rukia Kuchiki and was now trying to take down Aizen, was living rent free in your mind. More than once, while you watched your father teach him new strategies and help him improve his skills, you had found yourself staring intently at the way his muscular arms flexed every time he unsheathed his sword.

You had carved in your mind the way his t-shirt emphasized the outline of his abs and you had to avert your eyes from him, when droplets of sweat made his body glisten. Your mind was wild, you imagined too many things for your own good.

You often laid in your bed, eyes closed, back arching for waves of pleasure, at the thought of his sweaty face hovering over yours as he thrusted into you. You wanted him, you wanted him more than anything else on this Earth. You wished to see the sweat beading his forehead up close, you wanted that sweat to scream your name. Things were heated, whenever your father ordered you to help him train.

A hand to hand fight was probably going to be the cause of your death, one day or another. Sometimes, as you fought, you ended up rolling onto the ground. His hot body against yours and those flames blazing in his eyes got you weak on your knees.

Once, you had ended up topping him. Your hand way laying flat onto his chest, as you straddled him. You were both sweaty, panting, your clothed intimacies pressed down against one another. In that very moment, as you tried to stand up and shifted your position, he groaned softly. You did not fail to notice the way his cheeks flushed, or feel how something was twitching underneath the fabric of his trousers.

That had happened a week ago and, since then, you were avoiding meeting him around your father’s shop. You were too embarrassed at the thought that you had practically felt his boner like that.

Now, that infamous morning, you were relaxing a bit into the bathtub. Urahara and the others had left for taking care of some business out of town and you had to watch over the shop while they were gone. However, you were too tired and stressed out to deny yourself some self-indulgent pleasure.

Some bubbles were floating in the air as you let the warm water and soap envelope your naked frame and you did not hear at all the door of the bathroom creak open. When you heard your phone buzz, you raised up in the tub, your naked back and ass in full display as you reached for your device.

But Ichigo’s eyes, oh dear, they went wide as he ended up toppling over a vase, as he stumbled into the bathroom. You were a vision, the emblem of perfection, and he clasped his hand over his mouth in shock, as the sound of the object shattering on the floor made you both flinch.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” he fretted, panicking as he tried to cover his eyes.

You, on the other hand, had dropped your phone on the floor too and had hastily slided back into the tub to hide your naked form from him. It was such a pleasurable nightmare!

“Ichigo! What the hell are you doing here?!” you blurted out, hoping a supermassive black hole could suck you in right on the spot.

“I was searching for Urahara!” he defended himself, turning his back at you and shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“In the bathroom?!”.

“Oh shut up! I needed to use the bathroom too!” he snapped back, not knowing what to say anymore.

There was no way out from the carousel of shame and awkwardness, therefore you took the matter in your hands and quickly grasped a towel, hopping out of the shower and wrapping it around your body. You needed to get out of there as soon as possible.

As your shoulder brushed against his, though, Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut for a second before pinning you against the wall and kissing you out of the blue. You inhaled sharply, not expecting it, but, as soon as you collected yourself from the shock, you kissed him back and tangled your fingers through his spiky orange hair.

It was a kiss full of hunger, just like his hand, slipping underneath your towel and searching for your folds. You moaned softly against his lips, raving into the longed sensation you were finally experiencing.

“Let’s hope your father doesn’t come home earlier now” he rasped, plunging his fingers into your core as you lolled your head back against the wall in pleasure.

“If he does, I’ll tell Aizen how to fucking use that stupid device at his full potential” you joked, smiling against his lips.

Thinking about it now, you were so glad your father had messed up your lives with Ichigo’s group of friends.

Byakuya Kuchiki.

Drenched in sweat, you were running up to the Kuchiki Estate. Training under the scorching sun for hours had truly drained you. Yet, you were determined to get stronger and help to fight Aizen and his crew of Arrancar. When Rukia had suggested to Orihime to visit the Soul Society and spend some days together to hone her abilities, you had decided to join them.

It was your chance to put yourself to the test and, actually, even an excuse to see the new friends you had made in the Seireitei. However, you had to be honest to yourself and admit that there was one special person you wanted to see again. You had hated his guts, when you first met. It was a miracle that he had not slashed your chest open too when you tried to prevent Rukia’s return to the Soul Society. Yet, things had changed.

Byakuya Kuchiki was not only a cold-hearted, stoic and sophisticated man. He was much more than that and you had started to see it too.

He was not much of a talker, but he was handsome as hell and he had even offered you his help in trying to become a better Sobstitute Shinigami. You naturally found it odd, but you were in no position to refuse his help. However, the recent events had forced you to part ways again and you had missed him too much not to come back to the Soul Society and see him again.

Throughout your permanence, Rukia was allowing you to sleep over at the Kuchiki Estate but, much to your dismay, you never crossed paths with him. Not even once. It was horribly ironic, but you were partially glad he could not hear your soft moans in the dead of the night, when you touched yourself thinking about him and how his hands rested on your hips when he adjusted your position during a training session.

You missed his touch, his cologne, the way his chest grazed over your head when you were that close. Whenever he scolded you for being too distracted, you had to bite on your tongue not to blurt out that it was his fault. Your close proximity truly made your grip on your katana falter. He was messing with your head in a way you could not fully comprehend and you wondered if he was conscious of the way he affected you.

Now, as you stormed into the room Rukia let you sleep in, you quickly started taking off your uniform. You craved a shower and some fresh clothes more than anything right now. You dropped your pants to the floor and you quickly took off your shirt as well, as you already imagined the way the hot water would have made your aching muscles relax.

But as you finally reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, someone had returned to his Estate. His feather-like steps could not be heard at all and you simply discarded your bra too, sighing in relief as your breasts were free from any restriction. You were still humming in satisfaction with your eyes closed, when the door of your room slided up and a gasp of shock left Byakuya’s lips.

He was for some reason unable to move, his eyes locked on the curve of your breasts, staring at your nipples as if he was admiring some greek statute of a goddess. He cursed himself for his lack of decency and he felt mortified as you opened back your eyes and you met his gaze.

“Byakuya!” you squeaked out, cheeks heating up in shame as you grasped your shirt anf tried to cover your upper body from his eyes. Honestly, you had never felt that ashamed in your whole life.

The Captain of the Sixth Division cleared his throat and averted his eyes from you, his body clearly reacting to the vision he had just been blessed with. He could not pretend he had not seen you like that and, obviously, you would have never forgotten such an indecent accident. There were plenty of things he could say, but just one thing he wanted to do.

He slowly darted his eyes back on your frame, his lips slightly parted as he walked up to you. With every step he took towards you, your heart skipped a beat and your legs quivered. You could not read his mind, but his body language was pretty clear at this point.

His hand gently grasped your wrist, inviting you to loosen your grip on the shirt impeding him to admire your chest and, under the spell of his touch, you obliged his request. As the item fell at your feet, Byakuya grasped your chin and made sure you kept the eye-contact with him as he gently captured your lips with his ones.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as, standing on your toes to reach his lips better, you returned the kiss with equal hunger and gentleness. His hands, however, were already exploring your body.

The Captain definitely knew what he was doing as he took your nipple between his index and thumb, pinching it softly and massaging it with a mastery of a man that had been married and knew how to please a woman.

As the first moans were elicited from you, Byakuya stroked your cheek with his free hand and let you lay down on the futon underneath him “Please, allow me to have you. I promise I’ll make sure you are comfortable with me” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.

And that, my dear, was an oath he stack up to through the rest of the evening.

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[jinwoosungs]

{ 126 }

john wayne.

ichigo kurosaki x fem.reader

notes: unedited; post lost agent arc, but pre thousand year blood war arc; may be a little canon divergent. a self indulgent story where the reader doesn't know whether she's afraid of him- or in love with him.

{ baby, he's got to be crazy | living like he's john wayne | always facing the world, a-chasing the girl | baby, he's got to be crazy }

there were moments where ichigo kurosaki absolutely intimidated and frightened you, and you did all you could to avoid him like the plague whilst spending your school years at karakura high.

in your eyes, ichigo was someone who always got into fights and had the appearance of the usual delinquent. his orange hair was difficult to ignore, seeming to capture the essence of a sunset itself. despite never once sharing a class with him, the times that you did pass by him, his features were always drawn up in a scowl.

sometimes, being in the same room with ichigo felt stifling. it was as though there was a power felt emanating from him, one that you couldn't quite explain or put a finger on. all you knew was that he was strong- much stronger than he let on.

as you walked through the hallways after finishing your club duties for the day, you cling to your bag while looking out the window. the skies were bathed in warm, gentle hues of the sunset, and the sight was so beautiful to you that you had to take a chance to stop and admire it.

while looking at the setting sun, your mind wanders to ichigo, feeling your heart twist a bit in anticipation while remembering the conversation you last had with your friends.

you recall a time when you hung out with your friends, orihime and tatsuki, simply studying for your respective exams when orihime cheerfully called out your name and asks, "ne, what do you think of kurosaki-kun?"

you look back at her with your eyes wide, "huh? why would you ask me about him all of a sudden?"

a strange expression crosses her features, but she simply shakes her head, appearing sheepish while placing a strand of her red hair behind her ear, "well, i was just wondering, that's all! it's just, you seem to be doing a lot to avoid him..."

you felt your cheeks turn warm in embarrassment, "i have not been avoiding him! w-well, not intentionally, at least." you cough, trying to hide how awkward you felt. you didn't think anyone would notice how you spent most of your high school years not interacting with ichigo at all, managing to reach your final year without a hitch.

"why? did that jerk do something to you?" tatsuki was quick to come to your defense, "you can tell me if that idiot did something to upset you, and i will gladly have a word with him."

you try to diffuse the situation, holding up your hands in protest while calming your friends down, "no please, tatsuki, there's no need to do anything to him! it's just... i don't know, something about him...scares me."

your friends remain silent, waiting for you to explain. you swallow thickly while running a hand through your own hair, "he hasn't done anything wrong, but sometimes, when he's near, i can feel his presence. there's something... foreboding about him, i guess. like, something that makes him not all... human."

the warmth felt against your cheeks becomes even more prominent, making you shake your head as you slapped both of your hands against them. "please, i'm sorry, don't tell kurosaki i said all of that. i know it makes no sense and-"

"no no, that's totally understandable! b-but still, kurosaki isn't that scary at all!"

"i agree with orihime, he's really a dummy who doesn't know how to act normally around people sometimes-"

"and he has a heart of gold, with his desire to protect everyone."

oddly enough, both orihime and tatsuki did their best to convince you that ichigo was just a normal guy with an unfriendly face, and you had to hold back your giggling, promising them that you'd try to speak to ichigo when the chance came up.

thinking back on it now, you kind of regretted your promise to them. something about ichigo made you so nervous, and you found that you couldn't think straight when he was around. you sigh and rest your head against the window, playing various scenarios of you greeting ichigo, just to see if you could do it or not.

"hey, are you okay?"

in the midst of your reverie, you freeze, hearing that familiar deep voice calling out to you. moving your head away from the window, you look to your right to see ichigo himself. he wore his usual school uniform while placing a hand within the confines of his pockets, his posture slightly slouched when he casually approaches you.

"are you feeling sick? do you need to go to the infirmary?"

you couldn't breathe, meeting with his brown eyes as you could see a softness in them you had never seen before. had he always looked this beautiful? and just why was your heart suddenly racing now?

whether it was out of fear, or something else, you couldn't say for sure.

when he was directly in front of you, you found that you lost all confidence, quickly apologizing to him with every intention of leaving him. your mind was a muddled mess, and you felt so flustered that you didn't know what to do.

you merely took two steps away from him when you felt something pulling you back, encircling your wrist as you were trapped against a lithe form and the wall.

ichigo's scowl was back, and he kept you against the wall. "are you afraid of me?"

you truly felt mortified at that moment, unable to say a word to him as you felt dizzy from his proximity. you could smell the faint scent of his cologne, and his body heat was seeping into you, making it harder for you to concentrate.

your heart was beating painfully out of your chest, and you couldn't say a word to him as you ended up looking away from him. ichigo ends up clicking his tongue, finally pushing himself away from you. with ichigo no longer pressing you up against the wall, you look at his steadily retreating form, not daring to move until he was out of your sight.

you waited for several minutes, remaining in the hallway while mentally berating yourself. why did you have to feel so weird when it came to him? what made you feel this way, and were you really afraid of him-

or was it something else?

you were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't realize just how low the sun was beginning to set. with a gasp, you take a hold of your bag and made a mad dash toward the exit, practically running home in hopes that nightfall wouldn't come.

your breathing was labored, with your footsteps pounding across the concrete streets of karakura town. all you wanted to do was go home and be alone with your thoughts, but something stops you from moving forward.

you halt your movements, frowning as you strained your ears to hear your surroundings. you swore that as you ran, something was following you.

blood was rushing through your ears as you could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins, initiating your fight or flight response.

that's her...

a cruel voice echoes into the air, filling your veins with ice as you shakily take a step forward, feeling something ominous coming from behind you.

this has to be her... his heart.

if we destroy what is most important to him, we'll destroy his heart...

you gasp and tried to force your legs to move forward once more, now running across the empty streets of karakura when a slash was felt tearing through the fabric of your uniform. you whimper, looking behind you to see a thin slice of blood appearing on the side of your abdomen.

a sudden tremor was what ultimately brings you back down to your knees with a scream, the pain all but masked due to the anxiety and fear that was felt coursing through your veins. as you were looking forward, you were able to make out two, large fuzzy shadows. a skeletal mask hid their features, and you felt an all-consuming sense of despair coursing through you-

because this...this was how you were going to die.

the looming shadows were seen leaning down, and you could only bring yourself to close your eyes, awaiting for the painful death-

"NO! NOT HER!"

your throat becomes dry when you hear the sounds of his voice, forcing you to look up when you saw ichigo dressed in all-black while wielding a thin blade. the shadows face him, ready to attack when he brings his sword down on one of the shadows. it swiftly goes down in one hit while ichigo flows gracefully to the next shadow, not even giving it a single chance to reach you as he pierces through its mask.

a shrill cry echoes throughout the night, and your heart was still pounding with fear even as ichigo's body shielded you from the destruction of those shadow like creatures.

time slowed down to a crawl, and only when you could no longer see the outline of those shadows did you fall to your knees. your ears were ringing, and you found it hard to focus, unable to react even when ichigo was calling out your name.

a familiar warmth was felt enveloping you in a gentle embrace, and you found yourself falling back against a hard chest. your eyes were distant, unable to truly see ichigo. his frown was back, and you heard him let out a soft curse before leaning in closer to you, placing his lips against yours in a chaste kiss.

the sensation of his chapped lips against yours was what ultimately brings you back down to earth, grounding you as you responded eagerly to his kiss. with a soft sigh of his name, you allowed your lips to slot perfectly against his, threading your hands through his sunset colored hair while basking in his sudden kiss. as ichigo warms you, you no longer felt like gravity was the one grounding you, but rather it was him.

when he feels your response, ichigo pulls away from the kiss and smiles down at you. you feel the way the calloused pad of his thumb trace at your bottom lip, gaze achingly sweet when he asks, "are you okay?"

you could only manage a nod, making ichigo give you another one of his soft smiles when he stands back to his full height still holding you. "alright, let me take you home."

"wait...!" your voice comes out as hoarse due to your prior screams, and you had to wet your lips to get rid of the dryness felt against them. "i...i still feel scared... can i please stay with you...?"

the kindness was so evident in his gaze, and you found yourself wondering why you were so afraid of him in the first place. he simply tightens his hold on you, simply answering your pleas with a simple "yeah."

holding you close to his chest, ichigo ends up taking you somewhere safe, running with an almost inhuman speed towards the town park. the cold air was felt whipping through your hair, and you could do little but continue to cling to him whilst he ran. with the moon and stars now shining brightly in the sky, ichigo reaches the park and settles down against the plush grass while keeping you on his lap.

he says nothing, simply looking up at the sky while running his hands through your hair. meanwhile, you kept staring up at his beautiful features with a million questions running through your mind, leaving you feeling overwhelmed and speechless.

your name coming out from ichigo's lips in a soft spoken tone breaks you out of your thoughts, with you meeting his gaze once more. his brown eyes were gentle, and you could feel his thumb gracing at your cheeks in a tender caress.

"i'm glad that i was able to save you."

you felt your heart racing again, with your hands clinging to the front of his dark robe, "kurosaki...?"

he hums, brushing his lips against your head of hair, silently coaxing you to go on.

"d-do you... do you happen to... i mean, by any chance- do you like me?" you blurt out as quickly as possible, your words coming out as a bit rushed when you clench your eyes shut, feeling afraid of what his answer might be.

ichigo was silent for several seconds before he slowly begins speaking once more. "you know... a while back, when my old man was talking about how he and my mother met... he told me that my mother was like his sun- that she became the center of his entire universe. and i didn't understand it back then..."

you open your eyes, feeling ichigo tracing his lips against the shell of your ear. when you felt him nuzzling against your skin, the sensation being achingly sweet to you, was when he whispers, "but now, i finally understand it."

his large hand was felt on your chin, making you look up at him. "i always noticed you. you were close to inoue and arisawa, and there was always this desire i had to protect you... to shield you from all the dangers of the world."

"but you were afraid of me...and i didn't want to scare you anymore. yet at the same time, i didn't want to leave you alone. i never wanted you to get hurt or feel pain because of me."

ichigo's eyes narrow, and you could feel the back of his hand gracing at your cheek. "i guess what i'm trying to say is that... you've become the center of my universe... that you've always been the center of my universe."

your heart was bursting at the seams, finally filling with an unbidden happiness as you allowed you to realize the truth of your emotions-

perhaps deep down, you knew that he loved you, but was too shy or insecure to truly believe it. yet now, with ichigo's earnest expression and true confession, you felt a joy that was indescribable.

so instead of conveying how you felt for ichigo with words, you allowed your actions to reply back to his confession. with a whisper of his name, you lean up and allow your lips to meet with his in a sweet kiss, one that let him know just how much he had become the center of your own universe as well.

a.n. - 'john wayne' by cigarettes after sex is such a fitting song for ichigo kurosaki. writing this brought out so many good memories of all the daydreams i had about him when i was younger... 🥹 i miss him ♡ 

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

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[soleilnomoon]

My friend, I heard it's the cool thing to leave things in your inbox and I want to be like the cool kids so here I am. How about a scenario with Kurosaki Ichigo trying to convince S/O to ask HIM out instead of him just doing the asking out himself? It can be whatever you want it to be: comedy, romance, fluff, smut. The choice is yours *finger guns*

sora... love of my life, light in my eyes, wind beneath my wings, etc. etc. etc. u have been so patient, and i'd apologize but u already know what kind of drama this fic put me thru!!! anyway!!! this was a labor of love (as always) yk i only ever want the best for u bbgorl 🥰️🥰️🥰️

5.9k words (DONT LOOK AT ME OMG), fem reader, nsfw, 18+, mdni; there's fluff i promise (who am i), angst bc why not, mutual pining, and smut; ichigo... is a dumbass, and i like seeing him suffer; i also like seeing reader suffer; a wild orihime appears! and some other miscreants. feat. cute things like: hair pulling, slight exhibitionism (shhh), oral (m receiving), dry humping, kIsSiNg, idk alcohol but a tiny bit; ichigo is down bad ok, idk what to tell u; reader is also down bad but she thinks she's being stealthy abt it. (if u see any typos/grammatical errors shhh no u didn't)

“imprison me in your name, let love kill me.” — mahmoud darwish

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i love you, with a touch of tragedy and quite madly.” — simone de beauvoir

SUNDAY — 12:01 a.m.

in such a vast, mostly unexplored universe — where curses and wishes exist ubiquitously, teetering on opposite ends of a complicated spectrum of morality — there is one universal truth: love is a fucking battlefield. such is the woe of one kurosaki ichigo as he navigates through the various intricacies involved with such a strong emotion. if it was up to him, he wouldn’t suffer through it — but it’s not. his heart is incredibly foolish, his mind even more so; and despite what others might think, he’s not exactly as confident in his capabilities in romance. which is why he’s resorted to mapping out different ways to get you to do the work for him.

mostly because he can’t bear the agonizing feelings that come with vulnerability. so, rather than him ask you out, he’s attempting to get you to do it instead. inspiration strikes when he’s sitting at his desk after midnight, textbooks and notebooks strewn about, his studying long forgotten. ichigo spends an hour or so mulling over the hows and whys of everything, when a brilliant idea — or, series of brilliant ideas, rather — suddenly pops into his head. tearing out a piece of paper from his notebook, he scribbles down his thoughts, as if he’s afraid they’ll leave him forever if he doesn’t find a way to hold onto them. by the time he finishes, his hand is covered in splotches of ink, but he’s satisfied with his work.

he’s not completely sure if it’ll all pan out the way he wants, but he’s willing to give it a shot.

MONDAY — 10:56 a.m

it’s out of pure coincidence that he runs into you at the convenience store. you’re in an aisle with items that are on sale — a mega sale, at that — perusing through the little tubes of lotion and hand sanitizer, admiring the cute designs on each bottle, contemplating how many to buy. he’s tall enough that he spots you before you see him — which takes a long damn time, if he’s honest — but as you busy yourself looking at different items on the shelves, he takes to watching you from afar.

there’s something frighteningly beautiful about the way you make simple things look graceful and magical. from the way you carefully drag your fingertip along the labels, admiring the designs, giggling at some cute artwork; to the way you tilt your head, confusion clouding your vision as you debate internally over which product to buy; to the way you decide to shove as many items into your basket as possible, face flushed at the impropriety of purchasing so many — but they’re on sale, so you justify your shopping before you head to the cashier.

the entire time you move around, you feel his eyes on you; while he might think he’s being stealthy, you’re very aware of his presence. and how could you not be? ichigo isn’t someone you can ignore — nor would you ever try to, he’s such a dynamic person, kind without realizing, stubborn and silly, and, more importantly, incredibly handsome. you think it’s cute how he slinks through each aisle to follow you carefully — dressed as inconspicuously as possible — ducking whenever you turn your face to try and catch him, except he’s so damn tall that he can’t really hide too well.

still, you let him continue playing his little game, and head to the register to check out. maybe he’ll eventually let you in on whatever it is he’s planning if you play along. but he never approaches you, doesn’t call after you when you leave the store, which only leaves disappointment and confusion to fester around your stomach. he curses under his breath as he watches you walk further and further away from him; he’d meant to say something, to call out to you earlier, but nerves got the best of him, and he couldn’t bring himself to do it.                                                                                             

TUESDAY — 3:39 p.m.

the library is packed, students crammed into each seat and table along the first few floors. after the fiasco from yesterday, ichigo is that much more determined to make sure that things go according to plan today. again, it’s out of pure coincidence, that he’s also at the library around the same time you are. it’s almost instinctual, the way he spots you right away; he admires the shape of your calves, the way your skirt sits snugly around your wide hips, barely reaching the middle of your thick thighs.

it’s impossible for him not to watch you, not when you pause to look around the floor for an empty seat — teeth sinking into your bottom lip, lashes fluttering every time you blink. he knows how much you hate being in crowds of people, how your focus wanes if there’s too much noise around, and how you like to be away from any sort of distraction — you’re quite the dedicated student, he supposes.

so, it’s no surprise that you bypass the floor he’s on and scurry up the stairs, hand gliding up the wooden railing; an innocuous move that has him clench the pencil in his hand tight enough to crack it. he’s suddenly hit with the desire to be a damn railing — an odd, maddening feeling as absurd as it is debilitating. he almost doesn’t hear his name being called, but he does eventually look away and he’s intercepted by orihime and tatsuki. they implore him to sit with their group to study, much to his annoyance because you’ve left his sight and now he wants to go find you.

but he’ll deal need to deal with them, first.

ichigo reluctantly agrees — only after orihime gives him a sweet, yet pleading look, and tatsuki smirks and mouthing what now, almost as if she’s challenging him to defy their request — and plops down on an empty chair. his long legs knock into the neighboring chair and his complaints are ignored by his friends.

you struggle as you lug your heavy bag upstairs to the fourth floor; it’s eerie there, much too quiet, and for some reason people stay away from it. superstitions run rampant around campus about how everyone who studies on the fourth floor happens to fail every exam and assignment. you’re not one to believe in stupid shit like that, but you do say a quick prayer before settling down on one of the lone tables in the middle of the floor. despite being relatively empty, it’s well-kept and very tidy.

sunlight filters through the thick glass of the windows, illuminating the dated furniture and archaic books that litter the bookshelves nearby. it takes a few minutes, but you set up your textbooks and notes so you can review for your upcoming exam. ten minutes pass before you groan for the fifth time and place your face in your hands. you thought that studying by yourself would give you some distance from ichigo, but unfortunately, he’s been on your mind since yesterday. you chew on your thumbnail and consider your options; for whatever reason, he’s too dense to realize that you like him, but maybe you’ll need to be more forthcoming and upfront — maybe even dangle some bait to encourage him.

WEDNESDAY — 8:12 p.m.

after your first round of exams, you invite ichigo over to your apartment for a movie — a small, celebratory break in between midterms. your argument is sound — although, he would’ve agreed regardless — and he volunteers to come with plenty of snacks. all you can do is nod, you’re much too captivated by the shape of his jaw and with how his lips stretch into a smile. absolutely infuriating. all it does is make him radiate like some damn sun god, and you’re offended by it.

and for some reason, a small flutter in your chest causes you to inhale a sharply — thankfully you’re already on your way out of the lecture hall, walking swiftly in the hopes of permanently ridding yourself of whatever this is. you spend the next few hours obsessively scrubbing and organizing your apartment; by the time ichigo arrives, you’re physically exhausted. you miscalculated quite a bit, naively thinking that a bit of manual labor would cure you of your burdensome desire. but it doesn’t. if anything, you think about him even more. how will you survive with him alone with you during the night?

he's in a similar predicament, having spent the duration of his afternoon obsessively thinking about how best to deal with you — the situation was rather stressful, and while he could just sit down and talk with you honestly, it seemed more appropriate to approach things this way instead. he’s been to your place a handful of times, and he commits just a bit more to memory whenever he can. you’re a colorful person with plants hanging and stacked around cutely; you have an affinity for cooking and have artsy pieces scattered throughout your apartment. it fits you perfectly, and he likes how much more relaxed you are whenever you’re away from campus.

“you weren’t kidding when you said bring a lot of snacks,” you say, disrupting his thoughts, voice light and melodic. you eye the bags in his hands and offer to grab a few; ichigo frowns and lifts the bags away and over your head.

“they’re not heavy,” he says gruffly. he rolls his eyes while walking around you, legs carrying him quickly to the living room. if he didn’t give himself some space, your perfume would hold him hostage again; the last time he was this close, the scent of warm apples and sweet strawberries clung to his lungs with every inhale for at least a week. if he’s not careful, he’ll willingly fall into your trap all over again.

he places the bags on the coffee table before sitting on the couch, legs spread wide as he leans back. he appreciates how comfortable it is — with cushions soft enough to easily lull him to sleep. he fights it, of course, especially when you sit down next to him, thigh casually pressed against his. you don’t seem as bothered about this as he is, and when you cross one shapely leg over the other, he covertly adjusts himself while you’re preoccupied with the tv, leisurely scrolling through the options with the remote.

if he has to pinpoint what to blame, specifically, he’ll say it’s your exposed shoulders and flimsy shorts, your round breasts that stretch out your shirt, and your continued insistence on not wearing a bra whenever you’re alone with him.

he swallows hard and reaches down for one of the water bottles he brought along with the snacks; in the middle of him chugging half of the bottle, you place a hand on his thigh and give it a squeeze. he chokes and coughs a bit, hand clutching the bottle harder than he means to, making the remaining liquid shoot out and splash onto your arm and shirt. a deep flush crawls onto his face and ears as he mumbles an apology; you press your lips together, but barely contain your laughter.

“ichigo, what the hell was that?” you’re grinning so hard that your cheeks hurt. he turns his face and wipes some water from his chin with the back of his hand. “it’s not a big deal, really.” and it isn’t. honestly. you finally pick a movie — something gory and full of suspense — and settle back next to him, body pressed closely to his. the water didn’t help, and your hand is back on his thigh, stroking up and down. you’re not sure what possesses you to do it, but the compulsion hit you hard the moment you saw him sitting on your couch. it’s a pet peeve of yours whenever people take up that much space — the habit is obnoxious and selfish — but since he looks so damn good doing it, you give him an eternal pass.

even through the denim of his jeans, he can feel the heat radiating off of your hand, especially when you brush against his bulge, making his erection that much more painful. his cock is thick and heavy, precum drips through his underwear as he clenches his jaw and inhales through his nostrils. you watch him through your lashes and rub your hand up and down his stiff length. his eyes track your movements, the way your tongue darts out and briefly runs along your lips; he’s sure he could cum just by watching you do that over and over again.

maybe he needs help, or maybe he needs to investigate your lips and tongue properly.

as if commanded by an invisible puppeteer, you lean closer and place a hand on his chest; if there was ever a moment for ichigo to act impulsively, it’s now. he tangles his fingers in your dark curls, firmly gripping, tugging you towards him. he slants his lips against yours, tongue licking inside your mouth, caressing your tongue, bringing a heat through your body, an inferno that won’t ever be satisfied. you climb onto his lap, chest heaving, mumbling nonsense like “what took you so long,” and “stop teasing me, please”, kisses growing sloppy and urgent.

whatever sliver of restraint he has vanishes completely once you grind your hips against his, that familiar ache swirling around your abdomen casts a haze over your mind, making your logic nonexistent. his hands settle on your hips, gripping them hard enough to make you gasp and whine, arousal slipping between your folds and dampening your panties. you roll your hips, slowly at first but picking up the pace when ichigo brings a hand to your ass and slaps it. the sting has you jutting your hips forward, pussy bucking against his clothed cock, moaning pathetically against his lips.

if this is a dream, please don’t wake him; there’s a low pounding in his ears, and he takes a moment to admire the curve of your round ass, cupping it playfully. your nails sink into his shoulders, and he hisses while littering kisses along your jaw and down your throat. you bite down on your lip, stifling another moan. the movie long forgotten, you let out a small squeal when he sucks on your skin — teeth and tongue marking you, goosebumps pricking your arms and legs. you know there’ll be a bruise tomorrow, but you don’t care; he can leave as many marks as he likes.

you almost tell him as much, mouth opening, words stumbling over one another. “ichigo, i—”

several loud knocks on your door — accompanied by the terribly obnoxious ringing from your doorbell — has you scrambling off of his lap, face flushed and warm. you practically sprint towards the door, although you pause to catch your breath and fix your clothes a bit. ichigo lets out a frustrated groan, arousal pummeling into him, making it hard to think straight. he hadn’t planned on moving from his spot on the couch, but when he hears multiple voices coming from the front door, cowardice wins out and he hides in your bathroom. it takes five minutes for his cock to settle down, but when he goes to join you in the living room again, several of your friends are eating and lounging around on the floor and couch.

ever the gracious host, you’re pouring drinks for everyone, only pausing when you catch ichigo watching you. already your voice is an octave too high, your panties are clinging to your pussy, damp from your slick arousal. you do your best to not make large movements, preferring to keep your thighs as close together as possible.

annoyance pricks along the back of his neck as keigo clinks shot glasses with mizuiro; he didn’t think that telling them about his plans with you would lead to everyone else showing up too. now there are plans of ordering pizza and wings, of playing drinking games. and naturally tatsuki volunteers ichigo to go pick the food up. he shoots you an apologetic look, one that you wave away noncommittally. you know it’s not really his fault, his friends are just like that. still, you make sure to keep your hair down to obscure the various marks on your skin. you frown a bit when ichigo leaves but fix your features when orihime bounces over to you.

with a tilt of her head, eyes wide and bright, clear and strangely critical, she asks, “what’s wrong?” you know she means well, but you’d rather not discuss the fact that you were seconds away from pulling ichigo’s cock out and riding him until your pussy gave out when they all decided to come over.

“hm?” you try to clear your mind and adopt a friendly smile, “nothing’s wrong, just a little tired.” it’s true, though; you really are tired. all that studying, all that obsessing, it’s bound to make a girl exhausted. you can tell that she wants to press the issue, but in typical orihime fashion, she smiles and leaves it at that. the noisiness only serves to sober you up, but you doubt you’ll be able to sate the desire that steadily keeps building inside of you.

THURSDAY — 1:43 p.m.

tatsuki drags you and orihime to the gym, claiming that running is good for the soul — or something to that effect. you vaguely remember promising her last night, after downing one too many shots of whiskey, that you’d gladly accompany her to work out. your head throbs, your hangover a reoccurring nightmare, one that seems to follow you around all day. you try weaseling out, try to flake, but tatsuki is determined and stubborn as hell. you both admire and despise her for it right now.

you take it easy and stretch with the girls, before heading towards the treadmills. what some might consider benevolence on the universe’s part, ichigo considers cruelty; case in point, the fact that you’re here in the gym, when he knows for a fact that you’re not the exercising type — you’ve blurted this out more times than he can count, which is why he remembers. he drops from the pull up bar and grabs his towel to wipe his face, chest constricting, breathing ragged at the sight of you.

in the back of his mind, he understands that your attire is practical, he’s also quickly aroused by it; your leggings cling to your legs, highlighting your curves, stretching tight around your ass. your tank top flowing, your breasts almost spilling out of your sports bra, it was too much for him to handle at once. incidentally, you feel that ichigo working out shirtless should be illegal; your throat dries as your eyes travel along his broad chest, a ravenous hunger taking hold of your senses, that bothersome ache returning as you press your thighs together. you didn’t realize you’d stopped walking to watch him, muscles firm and thick, sweat clinging to his skin.

tatsuki calls your name repeatedly, and you have to remind yourself that you’re here to exercise and not gawk. it’s then that it dawns on you, your brain will never function properly around him — now that you’ve felt him, you lack focus. his sweatpants sit low on his hips, causing you to actually lose your damn balance; it’s partially comical, but mostly pathetic when you trip over your feet and helplessly fall onto the floor. your hands ball into fists, fingers curled inward, nails leaving tiny indents into your palms. you barely feel it, though, you’re too busy trying to regulate your breathing.

“y/n are you okay?” orihime rushes to help you stand back up; your face burns and you know that if you don’t put some distance between you and ichigo quickly, you’ll end up embarrassing yourself even more.

“yep, just peachy!” the lie is flimsy and you know that she doesn’t buy it, but you’re sticking with it. the truth is just too pitiful. ichigo frowns, fingers twitching as he grips the bar harder. you’re normally not that clumsy, and he’s half tempted to go and see if you’re okay. but the girls crowd you and he knows he’ll only make things worse if he interferes. you finally find a treadmill and even though you should probably stay off of it, you decide to use it anyway. you set a decent speed and fix the incline, opting to jog until your legs give out. if you suffer one more transgression, you’ll never be able to face ichigo again. already you feel that familiar burning sensation in your thighs, but you don’t stop; you’re not sure how long you keep at it, but ichigo is long gone when your body has finally had enough.

you drink some water and try to catch your breath. your mind is buzzing; you wish it was ichigo who helped you up instead. it’s a strange thing to be disappointed about, but you can’t stop imagining his strong arms wrapped around your soft waist. a lightheaded feeling takes over, you’re not sure how much more you can take; you’re barely surviving as is with minimal interactions with him.

he heads straight for the locker room as soon as he’s done with his last rep; no amount of cold water from the shower can snap him out of the daze you put him in. everything about you is dizzying, and just remembering how your lips and hands were on him, how soft your ass was, how he was so close to sinking his cock into your pussy the night before, makes his cock hard all over again. he has enough sense to ignore it, but he saw you jogging and nearly fell off the pull up bar. you’re dangerous, that much is certain; he’s never been this captivated by a person, so it’s almost as if he’s navigating through new territory.

“fucking ridiculous,” he says bitterly and turns off the shower so he can get dressed. he knows what he needs to do, he just needs everyone in his life to stop interfering so he can properly talk with you alone.

FRIDAY — 6:15 p.m.

for whatever reason, his friends conspire together and decide to do dinner at orihime’s house. rukia and tatsuki both shoo orihime out of the kitchen, not wanting to deal with whatever strange concoction her impulses come up with. it’s meant to be a casual affair, which he reminds you again when he stops by your apartment to pick you up. ichigo raids your fridge for something to munch on while he waits, and after fifteen minutes, he makes his way down the narrow hallway to your room. the door is open, so he assumes you must be all done, walking in without announcing himself properly.

there are several outfits strewn about on your bed; after the fourth one, you huff and stomp around your room, the carpet soft underneath your feet as you try to reason with yourself. it’s really because you’re nervous that ichigo asked you to go with him — as his date. or, at least, you’re sure that’s what he meant by inviting you to the dinner. you told ichigo you wouldn’t take long, but that was clearly a lie — not an intentional one, but a lie nonetheless.

“are you still not done?” he pauses, eyes landing on your half naked body; he gets hard instantly at the sight of your soft stomach and thick thighs. you’re too focused on your current crisis that you barely register that he’s in your room as you head back into the closet to look for another dress. if he had better morals and sense, he’d leave you to get dressed at your own pace; but, unfortunately for him, his body is the worst kind of traitor. this has been the longest week of his entire life, but he’s thankful that he has you to himself again.

you put on a new dress and flip your hair over your shoulder. “help me, please.” because your arms are still sore from working out and you figure there’s no harm in asking for his assistance. his heart lodges itself in the base of his throat, hands shaking a bit — nerves or excitement, he’s not sure — but he manages to tug the small zipper up without much issue. his hands linger on your hips, cock stiff as it angrily presses against the front of his pants.

suddenly, you’re very, very aware of how close he’s standing.

he knows that if he doesn’t let go of you, he’ll feel inclined to skip the dinner altogether. but he doesn’t want to deal with the repercussions of flaking, so he decides against it. he does, however, brush his lips along the side of your neck, leaving behind a trail of slow kisses. you’re teetering over the edge, falling further under his spell as his hands roam along your body, roughly kneading your breasts over the fabric of your dress.

you test the proverbial waters and rub your ass against his bulge, which prompts him to bite your neck in warning. you let out a small yelp and softly moan his name; you end up losing more of your composure when he turns you around and kisses you. his appetite is insatiable, his kisses feverish and demanding, a frenzied whirlwind that has you unbuckling his pants and tugging his zipper down to pull out his cock.

his imagination will never compare — your hands are still soft as ever, even as they grip him eagerly, twisting while pumping up and down his length. he hisses when you rub your thumb against the tip and kisses you ardently, tongue brazen as it swirls around yours before sucking on it. you rub your thighs together, breathing unevenly, his kisses scalding and potent. you pry yourself away from him and sink to your knees, tongue running flat against his length, circling around his thick head of his cock and licking the precum that seeps out of his slit.

ichigo’s moans echo in your room, bouncing off the walls, prompting you to open your mouth so you can take in as much of him as you can. he presses a fist to his mouth when you start bobbing your head, cheeks hollowed, mouth hot and tight; you caress his balls with your free hand, enjoying the way his cheeks are flushed and the way he licks his lips while looking down at you. he doesn’t think when he grabs your head and starts fucking your mouth and doesn’t think when you hold onto his thighs and relax your jaw to accommodate for his girth.

 you can’t lie, you’ve been dreaming about this for longer than you care to admit — it’s almost embarrassing how badly you’ve wanted to have his cock in your mouth, but you never imagined that ichigo would be like this; rough, clumsy, but every bit as tantalizing as ever. you let him have his way, using your mouth and throat as he thrusts his cock deeper. you gag but maintain eye contact, tears streaming down your cheeks at the ferocity of his thrusts.

you know something must be wrong with you because your panties are soaked, the ache building from deep inside, bubbling and pushing you closer to the edge. you like this side of him, the one that’s a little unhinged and feral, a man possessed with a certain goal on his mind. he knows he should be a bit gentler, but the way you’re looking at him, like you’re more than pleased with how he’s handling you, convinces him otherwise.

“fuck,” he pants, breath coming out in shallow puffs. his phone rings, startling both of you; he wants to ignore it but has a feeling that it’s one of his friends asking for his whereabouts. he pulls out of your mouth, drool spilling down your chin. he has so many things that he wants to say to you, but none of them come to mind. you’re not ready for any of this to end, so you motion for him to pick up the phone and stroke his cock again.

he hesitates only for a moment, but you have a mischievous look on your face, and he knows better than to test your patience right now. “w-what is it?” he asks when he answers the phone, voice low and husky, a shiver sliding down your spine when you suck on the head of his cock. he clamps his mouth shut in the hopes of keeping as quiet as possible, but mizuiro sounds so concerned and keeps asking why he’s giving him one- or two-word responses. however, ichigo’s desire to fuck you is greater than his guilt; besides, he realizes, belatedly, that you want someone to catch him like this.

it's hot, he won’t lie. and he’d indulge you more, but with the way you’re stroking and sucking his cock, he doubts he’ll be able to tolerate a full conversation with mizuiro — especially as he drones on about how imperative it is for ichigo to keep his promises.

blah, blah, blah.

he cuts the conversation short, tossing the phone onto the floor behind him. he grabs onto your arm, hauls you to your feet, and his mouth is on yours again. orihime’s dinner party is the last thing on both of your minds, not when he leaves you breathless, kissing you until your lips are swollen, lipstick smeared. his hands are on the move again as he tugs your dress off of you, mouth placing messy kisses down your chest, teeth tugging on your hardened nipples before sucking on them. it’s impossible to keep steady when each ichigo’s mouth is ruining your life in the best way possible.

your arousal clings to the inner parts of your thighs, you’re practically begging him to fuck you, words barely coherent as you fuss at him, but he understands you just fine. after pulling the rest of his clothes off, he picks you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist as he holds you against the wall. if he were a better man, he’d have the courtesy to fuck you on your bed; but he isn’t thinking properly, and he’s tired of playing around. he snakes a hand lower, fingers rubbing your pussy, dragging needy whimpers out of you.

“ichigo, damn it,” your frustration is cute and he can’t help but continue to tease you. he slides his fingers into your tight, needy hole, fingers sinking deeply without much resistance.

“you’re so wet, i don’t think i need to prep you at all.” he’s impressed, actually and likes how your pussy keeps sucking his fingers back in every time he pulls them back. you buck your hips against his hand, and if it wasn’t for his arm holding you securely, you’d fall over with ease.

you can barely look at him, cheeks permanently flushed as you moan loudly for him. “that’s it,” he coaches, thumb circling around your clit, fingers scissoring roughly, “you want me to fuck you that badly?”

your eyes grow wide but you nod and breathe out a, “yes. i’ve been waiting for so damn long.” the confession surprises him, as he was under the impression that he was the only one who suffered the entire time. and, because his cock is running the show, he plucks his fingers out of you, lines his tip with your entrance and slams his cock inside. you claw at the back of his neck and all along his chest, legs trembling as his hips knock against yours roughly. nothing could prepare him for the way your plush, gummy walls suffocate him — wet and warm, a snug fit that he’ll never tire of.

you move your hips in tandem with his, matching the timing of his thrusts, as you press sloppy kisses along his jaw, nails raking down his broad back. ichigo’s hips rock forward, cock burrowing deeper with each stroke. both of you are at your limits, he knows he won’t last much longer, but he’ll try his best anyway. his pace quickens, your pussy making lewd, squelching noises, your wetness coating his cock prettily. your breasts bounce as he fucks you harder, your voice growing hoarse from how loud you are, enticing him to pound into you wildly.

he licks the base of your throat, groaning against your skin when you roll your hips, cunt full as his cock is buried to the hilt; his tip hits a spot that makes you hold onto him tighter, breathing shallow as you call out his name. he commits the moment to memory — something to look back on late at night — thoroughly enjoying how you’re writhing underneath him. he angles his hips, keeps them closer to yours, bucking against you recklessly — his cock bringing about an incurable madness that takes over your entire being.

maybe it’s because you’ve been denying yourself for so long — or maybe it’s because you’ve been teasing one another all week — but you feel as if a bit of weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. his balls are heavy, each slap against your ass makes you clench around him more. he rubs your clit, firm small circles that send tiny jolts throughout your body. your back arches as your walls spasm, fluttering around his cock, hips stuttering under his powerful thrusts. the orgasm leaves you dazed, eyes rolling back, your cunt puffy but greedy as it milks him shamelessly.

he never pegged you for a squirter, yet you keep defying his expectations. you want to bury your head underground for eternity, hating the way your orgasm has you incapacitated, slumping over him while your wetness spills onto your carpet.

ichigo keeps fucking you until his hips jerk, rhythm disrupted, cum thick and hot as it spills inside of you. he humps you lazily and you pepper his face with wet kisses, his heart leaping out of his chest as your fingers sift through his hair. both of you are sweaty and out of breath, but when you look up at him, something close to adoration flits across his face. you’re not sure if that’s a post-orgasm sort of thing, but you’ll take it for what it is.

you brush your lips against his, gently kissing him, and ask if he still wants to go to dinner. ichigo shoots you an incredulous look and you laugh in response. “okay, okay,” you pat his chest gently, “boyfriends shouldn’t look at their girlfriends like that.” you say it casually enough that it feels like a joke, but you’re too damn nervous to look at him to see his reaction.

his ears grow hot and he presses his lips together for a moment before mumbling a, “sorry, won’t happen again.” you pinch his cheek and playfully lick at his lips. a warmth travels to your chest, nestles into the crevices that line the inside of your heart, and makes you want to kiss him all over again. he takes that as a sign of forgiveness — although he isn’t actually sure if you meant it or not — and carries you over to your bed. while he initially set out to get you to confess first, somewhere along the way, his mission fell apart. still, he can’t say he’s unhappy about the outcome. and, sure, his friends might give him an earful for missing out on dinner, but he’s much more content and comfortable being with you right now to care.

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[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Bleach Scenario Ichigo having a nightmare about losing his female S/O..(his S/O in reality was alive).

https://youtube.com/shorts/hgl3Ll3tCaM?feature=share (that nightmare)

S/O did sound rather sleepy when he woke her up quite late because of his nightmare when he phoned her up but S/O realised why he phoned her up quite late and comforts him and promises that she will never leave him..poor Ichigo was in tears and he felt like a kid telling his S/O about a nightmare he had..Fluff and angst and comfort.

S/O is a Soul reaper by the way.

Ichigo x reader

Hello!

Thank you for requesting!

I hope this of your liking!

Please let me know what you think!

Tw: Death mention, blood mention, injure mention.

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Ichigo woke up in a cold sweat. He just saw you die, in a horrible way with blood flying everywhere.

It took him a while to come to himself and realize he was in his room. He frantically searched his bedside table for his phone.

Was it truly just a dream right? You were fine. You were in soul society, sleeping in your squad HQ.

But…. What if? What if you left for a mission and…? No. You weren't that weak.

He clicked your name on his phone absentmindedly and before he knew he heard your voice on the other side - a sleepy voice calling out his name:

Y/n: Ichigo? What's wrong?

It took him a while to get out of the daze of listening to your voice:

Y/N: Ichigo? You there?

Ichigo: Y- yeah. Sorry Y/N…

Y/N: Are you ok?

Ichigo: It's… it was… where are you?

Y/N: Hm… at my room?

Ichigo: At Soul society…

Y/n: Yes? What's wrong?

Ichigo: I… It's nothing.

Y/N: It's 3 am and you are calling me. Tell me what's wrong.

The boy swallowed hard. Your voice was sleepy and tired but sweet. As sweet as always:

Ichigo: It… was just a bad dream…

Ichigo closed his eyes before he began to explain it. Repeating and reliving the dream ached his heart .

You listened to him carefully, humming at times so he wouldn't think you doze off:

Y/N: Ichigo, it was just a bad dream, I promise I don't have a single scratch like those you just said.

Ichigo: I know… it's just..

Y/N: Scary?

His silence was all the answer you needed:

Y/N: How about I make you a promise?

Ichigo: A promise?

Y/N: Yes. Whenever I go, a mission or not, I promise to be back in your arms.

Ichigo:... always?

Y/N: Always. Always back to you, no matter what. How's that sound?

Ichigo smiled:

Ichigo: Sounds good. But I want to make a promise too.

Y/N: Oh? What is it?

Ichigo: I will always protect you.

You felt your cheeks burn and giggled a bit:

Y/n: Hm… guess I will take the offer of my knight in the shining armour.

He laughed:

Ichigo: I am serious…

Y/N: I know and I appreciate it! So, I promise to always be back to you and I will call for you if I need you. Does that work?

Ichigo: It does.

Y/N: Then, I will also protect you!

The boy laughed again. You were glad to hear him laugh again. He had such a serious and sad voice.

Y/N: I will be around for as long as you want me to.

Ichigo: That will be a long time Y/N…

Y/N: We have a whole life ahead, don't we?

He smiled at the phone. After sometime you both hang up and Ichigo sighed.

He looked out of the window, the moon was visible and almost full. You were OK. It was just a dream after all.

He dropped back into his bed, phone in hand. He saw your name in the screen and smiled. You were OK and you would always back.

Ichigo ended up falling asleep while holding his phone and your name on the screen.

This time he fell asleep quickly and soundly - a dreamless night. He was glad you were fine.

You, on the other hand, didn't sleep as well. You had quite the broken sleep, but you couldn't help remember his laugh and relief on the phone. The relief of knowing you were OK.

This sweet promises were such a rare moment - you both were close and shared vulnerable times, but being so straightforward was a bit… awkward.

You thanked your sleepiness and his worries for this moment that made it all sound so natural.

You were tired, but happy to know your strawberry was fine and reassured.

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Thank you for reading !

#bleach x reader #bleach #kurosaki ichigo x reader #ichigo kurosaki

[seireiteiqueen]

Welcome to Kinktober 2022 everyone. 👏 Enjoy 31 days of pure smut this October. 😈 If you want to be added to the taglist simply DM me, shoot me an ask, or even reply to this post. 🙌 I can add you to only certain characters, the whole thing, or only certain kinks. Can’t wait for everyone to see what we’ll be getting up to this year. 😉 Age must be in bio or easily found to be added to the taglist.

If you don’t want to see the Kinktober stuff for this year then simply blacklist the tag : seireiteiqueen kinktober

Now take a peek at what’s to come in October. 👇 If the date looks like this then that means that the piece is in the queue and waiting for your viewing pleasure. I’ll link them here as they release as well.

Day 1 - Ass Worship || Renji Abarai

Day 2 - Anal Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 3 - Face Sitting || Ichigo Kurosaki

Day 4 - Dancing || Renji Abarai

Day 5 - Overstimulation || Renji Abarai

Day 6 - Master/Slave || Byakuya Kuchiki

Day 7 - Male Submission || Renji Abarai

Day 8 - Public Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 9 - Lingerie || Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Day 10 - Desperation || Renji Abarai

Day 11 - Piercings || Renji Abarai

Day 12 - Skype Sex || Shuhei Hisagi

Day 13 - Toys || Renji Abarai

Day 14 - Water Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 15 - Suspension || Kisuke Urahara

Day 16 - Outercourse || Renji Abarai

Day 17 - Knife Play || Renji Abarai

Day 18 - Hate Sex || Ichigo Kurosaki

Day 19 - Begging || Renji Abarai

Day 20 - Shower Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 21 - Daddy Kink || Toshiro Hitsugaya

Day 22 - Cum Marking || Renji Abarai

Day 23 - Thigh Riding || Renji Abarai

Day 24 - Rimming || Ikkaku Madarame

Day 25 - Shotgunning || Renji Abarai

Day 26 - Rough Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 27 - Size Difference || Sosuke Aizen

Day 28 - Outdoor Sex || Renji Abarai

Day 29 - Body Worship || Renji Abarai

Day 30 - One Night Stand || Isshin Kurosaki

Day 31 - Squirting || Renji Abarai

©️2022 seireiteiqueen, please do not repost/modify without my permission, please do not use my work as ASMR without my permission

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[strawberry-bleachxreader]

She doesn't know what to do with herself, feeling the way she does: empty. Alone. It doesn't seem to matter how hard she tries, these feelings of loneliness and heartbreak come back stronger than before. She feels herself falling, feels herself breaking. Darkness surrounds her and…

"Hey, love. Tea's ready." A steaming tea cup is pushed into view, and she holds it close, the warmth seeping into her tired bones. "Bad day, huh?" he asks, taking a seat next to her on the couch.

She hums an agreement; it's a very bad day, in fact. She's shocked at herself that she could even get out of bed. But she managed, if only to see his beautiful face, if only to see his bright light. An arm is wrapped around her, and they sit in silence.

She occasionally sips her tea, letting it warm her from the inside out. It's chamomile with honey, meant to soothe. It seems to be working as she puts her head on his strong shoulder. His grip on her tightens.

No matter how bad her days are, no matter how much the darkness creeps in, there's always a light at the end of the tunnel. And her light is Kurosaki Ichigo.

#protective ichigo kurosaki #kurosaki ichigo x reader #ichigo kurosaki x reader #ichigo kurosaki x self insert #heartbreak #depression #reader is not okay #but she has ichigo

[strawhatsoraya]

strawberry kisses are forever: masterlist

Strawberry Kisses Are Forever by strawhatsoraya

╰☆☆ a KUROSAKI CHIGO x FEM ! READER fic ☆☆╮

𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: from PG to R (eventually) 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: contract relationship au, college au, slow burn, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, love triangle (or pentagon), fluff, angst, paranormal, fantasy, a touch of magical realism, eventual smut, miscommunication trope, a little bit of other tropes here and there, you know, for spice! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: individual chapters are averaging between 1.5k to 3k. Total word count TBD. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: alcohol consumption, moderate amount of blackmail and manipulation, it would be a dark romance if Ichigo wasn't Ichigo, lying, misunderstandings, bickering, some violence, dysfunctional family dynamics, some sexism, mentions of death (there's probably more to be added later)

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 ; Kurosaki Ichigo wants to spend his remaining years in college in anonymity if at all possible. He has enough on his plate with being a substitute Shinigami. Y/N is an annoying factor in his otherwise peaceful college campus life. He has no plans in getting involved with her further--although she still owes him a coffee--until a series of events leaves him tethered to her whims.

𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉

💗 - fluff ❤️️ - smut 💜 - angst 💔 - hurt/comfort

🍓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: ℓєανє χ ѕтαу 💗

🍓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: α мιѕυи∂єятαи∂ιиg 💗

🍓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: тнє αят σf тнє ∂єαℓ 💗

🍓 chapter four . . . tba

🍓 chapter five . . . tba

#series: strawberry kisses are forever #fic series #kurosaki ichigo x you #kurosaki ichigo x y/n #kurosaki ichigo x reader #ichigo x reader #ichigo x you #ichigo x y/n #bleach x y/n #bleach x you #bleach x reader #bleach fic #kurosaki ichigo

[honeybleed]

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ synopsis: the tension between you and your superior ichigo eventually culminates on a business trip.

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ content & warnings: fem!reader, ichigo is in his thirties and divorced x, reader is in her twenties, canon-verse, ichigo and reader are senior and junior, sorta enemies to fuck buddies, conflict, ichigo kinda in his sleazy middle aged man era like isshin in here so he ooc, only one bed trope, kinda power imbalance & manipulative ichigo, smut (piv sex, handjob, protected sex, breastplay)

word count: 3.5k

Another soul-sucking Monday morning. You think back on when you began to hate your job. As the alarm blared and you stared up at the ceiling, contemplating on the two week notice.

It was alright in the beginning. Your co-workers were friendly and even if the workload became a lot, you’d all manage to work through it just fine.

The company you worked for had offices and subsidiaries around the world. You’d transferred from major cities and for the first few weeks, you figured Tokyo would be a nice place to actually settle. To call home.

But when the senior translator Ichigo Kurosaki returned from his two week break, that’s when you began to loathe your job.

Your other colleagues told you that Ichigo was considered an ace in his field. Companies vied for him and no other senior translator could come close to him.

He was the glue of groundbreaking international projects. Ichigo didn’t just know languages, Ichigo had an understanding of colloquialisms and cultural nuances. His years of practical experience made him navigate complex projects with finesse.

You were actually excited to meet him. The entire Language Services Department sang his praises, and he was a big name in your field.

Employee photos did not do Ichigo Kurosaki justice.

A fairly tall man with a lean figure, lithe with muscle under his office wear. His most distinguishable feature was his orange, spiky hair.

Yet he didn’t seem to match the easy going nature your co-workers had informed you about.

Then it came.

His incessant nitpicking. The sloppy feedback that had no constructive criticism, just condescending and jabs. When you struggled and had hiccups, it almost seemed as if he revelled in watching your frustration.

He had to be challenging you. He had to be, because there was no way this allegedly revered in his field man would constantly be competing with fresh meat like you.

“Is it me or has Ichigo been off lately…?” Your co-worker Serena whispered as a rather groggy-looking Ichigo Kurosaki walked past you in the office’s pantry.

“I can hear you, y’know,” Ichigo said monotonously as he made his way to the coffee machine, jabbing the buttons, eyes half-lidded.

“Okay, is it me or does Ichigo look like shit? Is that better?” You snapped, earning a few chuckles.

Ichigo was taken aback and raised a brow at the audacity.

“You have a lot of nerve for a rookie. Are the standards dropping at this firm?” Ichigo responded.

“Oh please. I’d rather be a trainee than washed up like you, Ichigo. There are better ways to cope with your divorce than bullying fresh meat.”

You instantly regretted what came out of your mouth as the rest of the office fell silent. The color from Ichigo’s face began to drain when your harsh words sunk in.

He looked back and forth between everybody as some people began to titter at the display. Humiliation washed over him as he was completely taken aback by the below-the-belt comment.

Your heart began to race as you could see his jaw clench. Yes, you couldn’t stand him but you hadn’t meant to cut so deep.

“It's obvious what it is that got you this job in the first place, Y/N. A pretty face and nice body don’t mean that you’re any good at all.” He spat venomously as he marched off, leaving everybody in shock.

“…Woah.” Serena finally said, breaking the silence. “Awkwaaaaard.” She sang.

A few days after your very public spat with Ichigo, who had done a very good job of completely icing you out, the two of you were summoned to the Global Communications Director, Mr. Mizunaka’s office by his secretary.

Ichigo swaggered in slightly late, which made you roll your eyes. Being at a senior level, and the company’s favorite he had many privileges.

“Nice to see you two.” He spoke when Ichigo slumped into the seat opposite his desk, beside you. He internally laughed to himself when he caught wind of your anxious demeanour, your hands clasped together in your lap.

You had a fear of a disciplinary procedure about your squabble.

“There is going to be a trade show to facilitate communication between our conglomerate and global partners. It’ll be in Shanghai, so I’d want my senior translator and his junior to attend.” He stated.

“How long is this trip..?” You questioned.

“About three days. Is that a problem?” He asked.

It took everything within you to not screech at the top of your lungs “YES!”

“Oh no…I’d be fine.” You said with a pained smile.

“Great! The trip is all paid for, don’t let us down. Either of you.” Mr. Mizunaka said with a triumphant smile.

The next morning Ichigo pulled up to your address to drive you to the airport. The company’s favouritism towards him came in the clutch once again since you were both given a first-class flight.

His eyes widened in surprise.

You noticed his eyes fixate on you a bit too long as you got into the passenger seat after you hurled your luggage into the boot of the car.

“You look gorgeous.” He said with a smile.

“Are you sure this isn’t violating the employee relationship clause?” You said snarkily as you slammed the door shut, and pulled the seatbelt on.

“Don't worry, I still know how to have fun with you even within company policy.” He winked, causing your cheeks to heat up a little.

“Careful, Mr. Kurosaki. I’m sure the last thing you need is a trip to HR.” You said wryly.

“Noted.” He snorted. “I know this is a professional trip but I do hope you'll let loose a little.” He said as he drove.

“Is this an Aston Martin?” You asked, swiftly changing the conversation.

“Yes, it is. A very ‘expensive’ Aston Martin, I would add.” He said with a laugh. “You have a thing for cars?”

“My Dad was a mechanic.”

“That explains your vulgar mouth too.” He chortled.

“Did your ex-wife let you keep the car and take everything else?” You said in an attempt to get under his skin.

He let out a laugh as he watched you in the rearview mirror.

“Wow, you're as good at reading me as you are at translating. And no, it's not that simple when you're married to a stay-at-home mom, Y/N. Those women take everything they can in the divorce.”

“Can’t hate the grind. Trashing your ex-wife, huh? You must’ve really deserved her taking everything then.” You said, as a dig.

Ichigo’s eyes narrowed in annoyance as you hit a nerve.

“And what do you know about that, Y/N? I don't see why I should discuss my divorce with you. It's not the topic of conversation on this trip.” He spat.

The flight was average. You were grateful to be in first class since the sheer thought of being trapped with Ichigo in economy after your back and forth seemed like a nightmare.

The resentment was something serious. You couldn’t hold back the punches. Especially after his insinuation you only got this job based on your looks.

Was it malicious to constantly bring up his divorce? But you needed some ammo. He was good at everything else.

“Have you been here before?” You questioned, speaking for the first time in hours as you both headed out of the airport.

“This is my fifth time here, Y/N. And this isn’t a vacation, this is a business trip. You’re here to assist me with translations, not to sightsee.” He said harshly as he dragged his luggage.

“Oh please. Try not to let your inferiority complex ruin this trip.” You jabbed.

He froze for a second, looking back at you with annoyance. Then threw his head back with an obnoxious laugh.

“An inferiority complex? How so? Explain.”

“You’ve hated me since I got this damn job!” You barked, not caring that the two of you were in the middle of the busy airport.

“Give me a break. You got that job because of your body, not because of your mediocre skills. I have nothing to be jealous of.” He hissed.

You let out a wry laugh.

“All you can do is resort to the same old misogynistic rhetoric. Give me a break.”

Without looking back, you turned away and kept walking with a swift gait. You both arrived at the hotel a few minutes later.

Ichigo walked up to the desk in the lobby to check in, avoiding even looking at you. It was your turn to sign but your eyebrows furrowed together when you looked at the registry.

“Hey...I thought we had our own suites. Why is it one?” You asked the receptionist nervously.

In the corner of your eye, you could see Ichigo smiling smugly to himself as the receptionist explained that the suite was meant for two people so there was no need for another room.

“Let’s go, Y/N.” He said as he grabbed his bags and walked towards the elevator.

“Hell will freeze over before I share a bed with you….!” You barked when you slammed the front door shut.

“Stop being such a little drama queen.” He said with a mirthless laugh in response. He walked past you to set up his side of the room and turned to the hotel fridge to grab some beer. “Look, if it’s such a problem-”

“Which it is.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch. Better?”

“Don’t ‘better’ me, you jackass! You did this on purpose, didn’t you?! I literally transferred you the money to book my own suite!” You ranted as he slumped on the couch, legs spread cracking the can open.

He shrugged nonchalantly and smiled at you.

“That’s a pretty hefty accusation, Y/N.” He said, with a smug smirk. “You got any proof or are you just running your mouth like you always do?”

You groaned as you headed away from him. Any longer and you would’ve got done for aggravated assault.

To compare the meeting to a car crash would be an understatement. Ichigo wouldn’t let you get a word in edgeways.

So much so, that you completely flipped on him and stormed off. Yes, it was unprofessional. But he was driving you insane.

The investors gave each other looks and you even heard one of them call it a “lovers quarrel”.

He followed after you, helplessly. He wanted to push your buttons a little but he wasn’t expecting a full-on explosion from your end.

“Y/N, wait! Can you just-”

“THIS IS WHAT I MEANT BY YOUR DAMN INFERIORITY COMPLEX, ICHIGO!” You seethed as you almost lunged at him, his eyes widening. “You are so THREATENED BY ME! SO MUCH SO YOU WOULD HUMILIATE THE COMPANY!” You screamed.

He shook his head with a disbelieving laugh as he raised his eyebrows before slowly taking a step closer to you.

“Who do you think you are that I have to feel threatened by you? Are you aware of how replaceable you are, Y/N? There are hundreds of translators out there who could do your job and look better doing it!”

“Oh yeah? So why constantly belittle and trash me since I was hired? All you do is attempt to humble me! There are five other junior translators yet I’m the one you constantly pick on! And you nonstop bring up my body and my face? SO WHAT IF I’M ATTRACTIVE, ICHIGO? SHOULD I LOOK LIKE A TROLL? WILL THAT BE ENOUGH FOR YOU TO LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE?!”

“You know you're attractive do you? You enjoy when all the men here stare and drool over you, don't you?” He said with a condescending tone.

“Oh fuck you, Ichigo. This is what it’s been about the entire time, hasn’t it? The fact I didn’t open my legs for you on your first advance. That’s why you’ve been committed to making my job a living hell!”

“Well, thanks a lot…!” You cried out as your voice cracked. “You can fuck up this meeting since you’re a senior. But this was my one chance, and you blew it! I probably won’t even have a job to get back to. I hope you’re happy…!”

“No…no…Y/N, don’t cry. Please. I just…”

He swallowed thickly.

“I’m sorry, I’m so god damn sorry. I was mad, I was being a jackass! I was holding all that resentment. I was the top dog of this damn company, then you came along..” He rambled with sorrow in his eyes.

“Look, I made this trip hell for you on purpose, okay? I’m just-I’m so goddamn jealous, okay? You’re better than me. And I’m too damn proud to accept that, but it’s true. You’re smarter than me, you’ll be more experienced than me in probably a month. And I was trying to bring you down so that I could feel better about myself…”

“You’re a grown-ass man, Ichigo.” You sniffled. “How the hell do you think I’d feel? It’s already hard being a woman and a foreigner. Imagine how it’s like to be picked on by a senior member of your department.”

“You're right, Y/N. I'm embarrassed and sorry at the same time. I promise I won't be an ass to you again. I have to admit, I can be somewhat of an ego-maniacal prick when it comes to things I'm good at.” He said sheepishly as he rubbed the nape of his neck.

“It’s…fine.” You sighed, a little unnerved at him suddenly being so remorseful and apologetic.

God, this was so weird.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” You said out of the blue, causing Ichigo to do a spit take of his drink.

“Are you out of your mind?!” He barked, taken aback as his cheeks flushed.

“Oh, please. Like you weren’t about to jizz your pants when you picked me up for the flight. I didn’t miss the way you were staring at my ass.”

“Is that how you want to play this, you little brat? With your dirty mouth?” He chuckled darkly as he took a few steps towards you.

You weren't sure who made the move first.

But all your mind could comprehend was the hot and heavy kisses Ichigo gave you as he pushed you against the couch and climbed on top of you.

“Ichigo…” You moaned at the overwhelming kisses as he tore open your blouse with such force, that the buttons clattered onto the floor revealing your bra.

He paused for a second and looked at you with an intense glare. With his strength, he suddenly lifted your body so that you wrapped your legs around him.

The position gave you a full view of his muscular body and his toned abs. His chest was a bit hairy and he had a few scars.

You absentmindedly ran a hand across his chest, downwards and paused right underneath his navel.

“Like what you see, huh?” He grinned as he gently clamped his hand around your wrist.

“Mhm, of course.” You mumbled as you eyed him.

His large hands start slowly moving under your skirt, rolling off the tights and massaging your thighs.

He pulled you by the collar so that your faces were close to each other. Your eyes fixed on his as he leaned in closer and whispered “I wanted to do this for so damn long…”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” You giggled as you crashed your lips back onto his.

His nimble fingers slipped under the fabric of your blouse, his hands moving up to cup your breasts, causing you to whine.

“What’s the matter, princess? Too rough?” He grinned devilishly. “I haven’t even got started yet.”

He dipped his head lower to drag his tongue across the skin of your clavicle, leaving bite marks and causing you to hiss.

“So gorgeous.” He murmured hotly. “Can’t wait to feel you against me.”

You urgently yanked at his belt buckle and pushed his pants down.

“Are you ready for me?” He said lowly, his eyes half-lidded with lust.

“Go and get a condom, you idiot!” You barked, shaking your head. You were really about to let him hit it raw but it quickly hit you.

“Way to kill the mood.” He grumbled as he got up from you to rummage his wallet. “You happy?”

“I don’t know why you’re catching an attitude. This benefits you.”

“Dunno. I’m kind of a sucker for a pregnant belly knowing it was my doing.” He grinned.

“Yeah, you’re sick.” You giggled.

He resumed the flurry of kisses and bites, his breath hot and heavy when he pushed you onto the bed of the suite. The couch was slightly cramping his style.

“Ichi…” You called out.

“Mhm, baby?”

“Wanna touch you too.” You murmured as your bare skin was flush against his. “Can I?”

“You can do whatever you want with me, princess. Swear I’m all yours, I’ll make it up to you.” He rambled.

You wrapped your hand around his hard length, his eyes locked with yours. He growled softly, melting at your touch.

“Fuck…just like that. Take your time, explore me..” He moaned, voice husky.

He groaned as his lips moved hungrily against yours, his own hand guiding you slowly.

“Can’t get enough of you, Ichi…” You mumbled as you rubbed the slit, slick with precum. “I wanna make you feel good.”

Ichigo’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he absentmindedly thrust his hips into your hand.

“Oh God..” He shuddered, mind going blank.

“Cum for me, mhm?” You grinned almost maniacally, aroused at the scene of Ichigo’s sweaty face as his hair stuck to his forehead, his cheeks flushed and his jaw slack.

It was adorable almost, him being riled up from a handjob. All the aggression at work was clearly from a place of sexual frustration.

With a final thrust into your hand, he let out a deep, guttural groan.

“There.” You smiled. “Now you can put the condom on.”

“Bossy.” He muttered as he rolled it onto his length.

You lay against the soft pillows on your back, with your legs slightly bent. You spread yourself wide to give him proper room.

He used his thumb to run across your folds, causing you to jerk slightly.

“Ichi, stop!” You whined as you slapped his bare thigh.

“Sorry princess. It’s kinda cute how you’re all wet from jerking me off.” He grinned.

“Shut up, you asshole! Other stuff happened!”

His left hand pressed down on your chest, one leg on top of you and the other underneath.

You groaned as he slowly slid inside of you, eyes fluttering shut at the drag of his cock against your plush walls.

“Ichi…mhm…” You mewled.

He pressed forward with every inch of his length, savouring your warmth.

“So tight, love how you feel around me, princess. You’re so perfect..” He growled as his hips picked up a slow and steady rhythm. “Wanted this so damn much.”

He panted as he picked up his pace soon enough, you leaned up to capture his lips in a fierce kiss, exploring his mouth hungrily.

“Tell me how bad you wanted this…” You moaned as your breasts bounced, his hands gripping your hips.

“So fucking bad..” Ichigo panted, his words coming out in ragged gasps. “Ever since…I saw you. Wanted to feel you wrapped tight around my cock. Swear I’m never gonna let you go.”

All you could do was moan his name pathetically, as his movements became more frantic and desperate as you approached your edge, your nails dragging down his bare back.

“Ichigo…gonna cum…! I’m-”

He cut you off with another heavy kiss, lapping into your mouth as he drove into you relentlessly.

“That’s it princess, cum for me. I wanna feel you cum on this dick, mhm?” He grinned wickedly as he bit your neck.

His name tore from your throat as your body shook. The built-up pleasure crashed over you both until it crested in a wave of ecstasy.

He groaned as he spilt into the condom and slid himself out of your warmth, you gasping at the loss of him.

“Did I make it up to you, princess?” He teased as he kissed your temple after he cleaned you both up.

“Tell him you were the one who screwed up.” You retorted as you nestled into his side.

“You’re terrible.” He groaned, then pecked your nose. “Fine.”

“So…you didn’t kill each other. That’s a miracle.” Serena scoffed after you told her a very redacted version of the trip.

“Yeah…”

“Lame. Thought you guys would’ve hate fucked.” She said.

“Maybe another time. I need to get going.” You replied, as you grabbed some files and got up.

She bid you farewell as you jogged up to the elevator, and without a doubt, there was Ichigo with the familiar greasy smile as you stopped the doors from closing.

“Room for one more?” You grinned.

“Public property.” He responded.

The two of you stood side by side in the elevator until the floor you were headed to approached.

“See you, drama queen.” He said with a glimmer in his eye as his large hand slapped your ass with force.

You squealed in surprise and swatted his hand away.

“Pervert!” You giggled, as he gave you a wink when you got off on your stop.

author’s note: had to write for my bae since he apart of my theme lmfao, dilf ichi supremacy! also publishing late so apologies for any mistakes lawl. as always interactions n reblogs are always appreciated 🫶🏽

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[theanimeroom]

NSFW

DREAMING ABOUT…

💎 men who’s cocks are so fucking huge but they have absolutely no idea how to use it. you had somehow gotten yourself in a situation where you had this beauty all to yourself, and you were more than happy to teach him how to split you in two with it.

his hands grip your waist so tightly you’re sure there’s gonna be finger shaped bruises littering your skin in the morning. his mouth is dangerously close to your ear, his breathy moans warming the cartilage until your body is shuddering in his hold. his cock is pressed against your hole, your hand around the base, cunt squeezing around air as you tried to suck him in. with a pained whimper, his hips flexed just slightly, the head of his cock sinking into you.

your voice shattered as the muscles in your thighs tightened, moan tipping over your swollen lips as your head tilted back, clenching down around him. the moment his cock felt the warmth of your cunt, he hissed, fingers digging even tighter into your hip as he bullied himself the rest of the way in. he was big, almost too big for you to take, but you don’t dare tell him to stop. instead, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you force yourself down on him further, the burn eliciting the sluttiest of noises from you, if he had any opinion in the matter.

you’d bounce on him a few times, needing time adjust to the size before letting him have free reign. you rocked back until you felt him hit that little bundle of nerves inside of you, opting instead to release him while trying to hold the position you were in.

the moment you handed over control though? he seized your hips, holding you still as his drilled his cock into your pussy. your voice came out in broken whines, his tip reaching places you didn’t even know existed. your moans mixed with his as he focused on prodding that soft spot inside you, the deep arch of your back only forcing him deeper inside of you.

he stayed close to you, chest pressed against your skin as he let out the foulest of noises. his lips kissed and sucks at every part of you he could find, refusing to leave a single spot untouched. his hands were no better, sliding between groping the globes on your chest, to yanking you onto his cock by your hips, to threading his hands in your hair to see how pretty you looked while fucked out on his cock.

he refused to admit that the expression on his face was comparable to the one you were making right now.

he’d spew shit that didn’t make any sense, his brain muddied and left useless. his voice was light and airy from the endless gasps flowing from him, a string of curses littered in between.

“fuck…you’re so warm baby,” “could sit inside you forever, oh my god,” “mfph, you’re so tight, i can’t even move,”

“you’re just too big, you dumbass,”

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[luv-gin]

babygirls (but they’re also big beefy men who can easily pick you up and manhandle you the way they want 🤭🤭)

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[backwzzds]

ೃ⁀➷ call her daddy, ichigo kurosaki (nsfw)

inexperienced ichigo has a time with his slutty girlfriend.

thinking about giving flustered!ichigo head like. you both were sophomores in college but known each other since elementary. first grade was the year ichigo learned he had a crush on you, and for the past twelve years, it’s been hard for him to keep quiet about it.

the thing was, you were polar opposite to him. ichigo was such a…boy. he blushed fire red at the sight of any female skin showing, he screamed at any touch of you holding his hand, and he acted a fool the moment he saw you naked. you two have only been dating for a while, the poor boy finally manning up and asking you out denior year of high school.

you on the other hand, you were a girl’s girl. all you ever wore were multiple shades of pink and purple, lip gloss, always had your hair and nails done, and you were expressive in how you felt in every moment. you were the fire to ichigo’s already hot personality, and for some reason you two were like peas in a love pod.

almost three years of dating, ichigo still was nervous around you. and you couldn’t help but admit how much you loved watching him get flustered at the sight of you naked and on your knees.

“‘m i making you feel good daddy?” your voice is sweet as sultry as you lick up the young boy’s blush pink cock.

ichigo can’t even process anything going on in his head at the moment. he still didn’t know how to react whenever you called him daddy. in fact, he was sure you were the dominant one in the relationship and deserved to call you mommy (he’d actually been wanting to call you that for the past 6 months but was terrified of how you’d react).

sex was such an easy conversation for you to have. of course, you were more experienced than he was, having taken his virginity and all. you could talk about your previous sex session the night before over some pancakes and waffles for breakfast like it was the sunday news from the day before. you couldn’t help but explain to him many times why you called him that intimate name.

“me calling you daddy has nothing to do with your dominance, ichi,” you laughed with a kiss of your teeth, “i call you daddy because it’s a security thing for me. sure you’re not big and macho right now, but you make me feel safe and secure. and your dick is big so why would i not call you daddy? ichigo, boy please!”

you loved teasing your man. something about seeing the red head all flustered in your hands was all you needed to feel something between your own legs. nights like this by kehlani is playing on your speaker lowly as you take your time on ichigo. the cherry red gloss plastered on your lips disappeared long time ago and is smeared all over ichigo’s rock hard length as you continue sucking him dry.

ichigo is sat manspreading on your bed, gripping onto your pink duvet for dear life. your sanrio duck nails look so pretty against his dick leaking pure cum.

“fuck, baby,” the strawberry blonde boy breathes out. he’s not sure how long he’ll be able to last. ichigo hated when he cums fast, it makes him feel so adjuvant compared to you. he hated how you did most of the work sometimes. all he wanted was for you to feel good. but little did he know, you pleasuring him was enough to pleasure yourself.

you snake one hand down between your legs and rub your clothed clit through the extremely thin fabric of your lace panties. ichigo’s large hand is snaked across your back and rubbing at the fat of your ass in comfort as you suck on the slit of his tip, driving him over the edge.

“mhm, you like that baby?” ichigo can’t help but nod as you release up off him and lick your full lips. still pumping his oozing length up and down, you reach up to kiss him, all while working his lower half.

ichigo is a moaning mess against you as his lips sloppily engulf your own. “s-shit,” he whimpers. “oh fuck, please baby. ‘m boutta cum.”

“yeah?” you tease with a fresh smirk. “you wanna cum for me? mommy’s got you, baby.” you could see ichigo’s usually honey brown eyes completely widen at the new nickname for yourself. talk about fantasies coming alive.

with screwed eyes shut, ichigo is bucking his hip into your grip. wrestling with pleasure and reality as he fights off his incoming orgasm. sensing his retaliation, you speed up the pace of your hands.

“don’t you fucking hold back on me, ichigo,” you glare at him, jerking his reddening tip faster. you run your manicured fingers across the slit of his tip and give him a stern look, demanding his much deserved orgasm. “you fucking cum right now. cum right now, ichi.” you knew how ichigo got when he didn’t believe in himself, even when it came to sex.

the poor boy is breathing hard and intensely as he grabs onto your free hand and shoves his head in the crook of your neck. finally, he feels his orgasm releasing against your half naked body. “there you go baby,” your voice is softening as the creamy base spurting all over the place in a big mess from his chest to your nipples. “watch me, daddy.”

ichigo fights one eye open to look down at you. there, you hold your tongue out wide as you finish jerking him off, allowing the last of his warm cum to coat your mouth. you use that as lubricant to suck him off just one more time, deciding to overstimulate him a bit.

this riund of head is ten times more messy. with a mix of your saliva and ichigo’s cum practically oozing out your mouth, the only audio heard in your room is the nasty gargling sounds of you gagging on his fat cock, deepthroting the poor thing till you felt his angry head prodding at the back of your throat.

“oh, shit!”

this sends ichigo overboard as he grips onto the duvet beside him and completely bucks up into you, reaching deeper into your throat. he helps you hold your braids out the way as you stay against him for a few seconds, completely blocking your airways as you dared yourself to deepthroat him for as long as you could.

“i’m gonna cum again—fuck!” ichigo screams as he mindlessly pushes your head back down further against him. you could see the reluctance he had in his actions once he realized exactly what he’d done and was about to pull you back up, but you grab his hand and place it back on your head, forcing him to push you back down.

“i got you daddy, make a mess of me, papa.” your voice is sweet and seductive as you kiss all along his tip. you place the mushroom head of his cock back in your mouth and slowly begin cleaning up your own mess. once you were done, you came back up and proudly kissed him, allowing him to suck all his cum off the base of your tongue.

it was so easy to get him nasty like this.

#lora’s fics! ೄྀ࿐ #ichigo x black!reader #ichigo x black reader #ichigo kurosaki smut #ichigo kurosaki x black reader #ichigo kurosaki x reader #ichigo kurosaki #ichigo smut #kurosaki ichigo #bleach x female reader #bleach x black reader #bleach x reader #bleach smut #bleach imagines #bleach headcanons

[jinwoosungs]

{ 76 }

in the arms of your protector.

ichigo kurosaki x fem.reader

to say your boyfriend panicked the moment you passed out in front of him would be a complete understatement.

your day started out normal enough; you woke up and felt a little nauseated, which further prompted you to skip breakfast. your mother takes your temperature and notes that you weren't running a fever, but still asked if you wanted to skip just in case. you, being the lovesick teen that you were, declined her offer and decided to attend classes anyways solely because you wanted to see your boyfriend.

the moment you stepped out of your home and saw the familiar figure of your beloved boyfriend waiting for you, you felt your heart get caught within your throat. he greets you with a tiny smile as you went up to press a gentle kiss against his cheek, making him turn as red as a strawberry. you went to school with ichigo standing beside you, and couldn't feel any happier. of course, on your way to karakura high, he stood closer to the side of the street so as to protect you from any incoming traffic.

you recall feeling so warm at his kindness, hanging on to his arm just so you could nuzzle your cheek against him. ichigo couldn't help but look down at you with a softness in his chocolate brown eyes he reserves only for you. you make small talk about your plans for the upcoming weekend and settle on watching that new movie along with some dinner afterwards at your favorite restaurant.

altogether, you had the perfect start to your day.

so why was it that now, while in the middle of having lunch with ichigo and his friends, that your body felt so heated? your head was pounding, and you kept picking at the lunch your mother had packed for you.

even the tiniest bite sent your stomach reeling, and you had to force down the gag that threatened to spill from your lips. it was just so strange, normally the sight and smell of all of your favorite foods wouldn't make you feel so sick, so why-

a deep voice calling out your name almost breaks you out of your haze, but you end up falling over, your bento box spilling its contents on the floors as a strong pair of arms catches you.

cue another panicked cry of your name until your whole body became slumped over, finally succumbing to the fever that was slowly taking over your body.

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when you finally awaken, your eyes were blurry as it took you a few minutes to finally see your surroundings.

the familiar scent of your boyfriend's shampoo surrounds you, and with how bare and tidy this room was, it was clear that you were currently settled on ichigo's bed.

"hey, you scared me back there."

you look to your right to see ichigo with a soft smile on his face. he reaches out to you, large hand gently caressing at your damp forehead, "your fever's finally breaking, but still, i don't want you going anywhere or overexerting yourself."

the more he spoke, the more his eyebrows became furrowed with concern, "i called your mom, and she told me you didn't look so well, yet still went to school anyways. why would you do something so stupid like that?"

you let out a tiny squeak, half hiding your face beneath ichigo's blankets when you admit to him, "i...i just wanted to see you again and spend time with you at school. you know, you're always so busy lately that i couldn't...help but feel that way."

he groans, giving you the deepest scowl on his face while gently knocking the back of his hand against your forehead, "idiot! if you didn't feel well, you should have stayed home."

ah, here it goes, ichigo was going to scold you again. an apology was felt on the tip of your tongue, but you were cut off when he leans over you to press a gentle kiss against your lips.

the sensation of his kiss was enough to make your cheeks burn, feeling the blood rush to them as you looked into your boyfriend's eyes. "you should have stayed home, honestly. it's not like i wasn't going to come and visit you. you need to take better care of yourself."

you nod, feeling yourself falling in love with ichigo all over again thanks to his kindness and how much he cared. he sighs, saying something about getting your soup and some medicine when you suddenly stopped him. your hand grips at his wrist, and you gave him the most pitiful expression you could manage, "ichi, can you stay with me just a little while longer? if you do, i'm sure i'll feel so much better."

"wh-what? don't be ridiculous, you need your medicine to feel better, not me!"

"pleeease ichigo?"

by now, your boyfriend was blushing so much that even his ears were turning red. he refuses to meet your gaze when he sighs, waiting for you to scoot over so that he could join you on his tiny, twin sized bed.

becoming drawn to the warmth he exuded, you cuddle yourself even closer to him. settling your ear directly over his heart, you found comfort in the sounds of its steady beats while letting out a dreamy sigh.

"thank you, ichigo." you softly giggle, pressing your lips against his chest, feeling incredibly comfortable while in the safety of your beloved's arms.

you felt something soft press against your hair as ichigo responds with a simple, "of course, anytime."

and despite how you couldn't see him, you could feel his smile against your skin ♡

a.n. - so thousand year blood war will start airing soon, and i am reminded of how much i love ichigo kurosaki. i literally wrote this in 30 min so it's by no means anything serious, just self indulgent af (/ω＼)

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#ichigo kurosaki x reader #kurosaki ichigo x reader #ichigo x reader #ichigo x you #bleach x reader #bleach x you #.stories

[rene-darling]

[imagine]

Your little darling insisting he can be on top of you! It's true! He doesn't need your help getting himself off! He can do it by himself, so you lay down letting him sit his naked self on top of you, giving him a fake sense of control, he's on top of you right, that means he has control!...oh how wrong he was. Your hands rested on his hips moving them back and forward with an unrelenting pace, rutting him against you, he's too tired after coming all over you again and again! He falls on top of you but you don't relent. You continue to move his hips forward and backward again and again until he's moaning, sobbing, screaming as well cursing into your ear whining about how his dick hurts from cuming too much yet he still bucks his hips as you rut him against you.

Scaramouche, xiao, itto, kazuha, Lucas (wmmap), ranpo, blade, ichigo, Gepard, Armin, yuno, Asta, nacht

#Yuno and asta are 18 in the manga btw. #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #xiao x reader #sub xiao #wmmap #wmmap lucas #Sub lucas #scaramouche #Ranpo #Sub ranpo #Yuno #Asta #itto #kazuha #ichigo kurosaki #Ichigo #gepard landau #Gepard #hsr blade #sub blade #sub genshin #xiao smut #sub kazuha #Sub ichigo #sub gepard #Sub yuno #Sub asta #armin x reader #Nacht

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Please may I have some Bleach Headcanons of how Ichigo dealt with an aggressive cat called Thorns who hates his guts for some reason and Ichigo couldn't cuddle or anything like that with his S/O (S/O is a literal goddess with Elizabeth's personality from the seven deadly sins and you know the rest about S/O including that S/O knew Ichigo since childhood and Ichigo's family knew S/O because S/O is Ichigo's girlfriend and S/O knows that Ichigo is a soul reaper and she joins him on adventures and everything.) when Thorns tries to find every single opportunity to try and scratch his face off when S/O isn't looking or wasn't in the room..Thorns for some reason thinks that Ichigo is going to break his owners heart or something (Ichigo will never do that..especially not to his girlfriend) and it is ridiculous really..Ichigo arguing with a literal cat who yowls/hisses right back at him..S/O has three cats actually..Biscuits and Sage were the only ones who actually loved him but Thorns is an absolute demon/meance towards Ichigo yet he was sweet as sugar to everyone else.

How would Ichigo feel and behave to that Thorns possibly has a personal vendetta against him or something..

Hello!

Thank you for requesting!

I am terribly sorry for the delay! My arm took a long ass time to heal properly.

Anyway! I hope this is of your liking. Please let me know what you think!

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You had three cute kittens. Maybe not actually kittens, but for you they will always be kittens.

You have them since you were young and that means they know Ichigo and his sisters for a long time.

Especially because his sisters loved playing with the cats! So Ichigo brought them over to play with them - or so he said.

You noticed that one of your cats tended to hide away and stare at Ichigo, but you gave no thought to it.

When you started dating the boy, he swore up and down the cat, called Thorns hated him.

You thought it was ridiculous, Thorns was lovely, affectionate and smart.

But little did you know that when as soon as you turned your head, the cat would hiss and be ready to pounce at Ichigo.

Your boyfriend decided to cuddle you? There goes the cat in between you.

Trying to brush your hair? There was Thorns moving his butt ready to grab Ichigo's hand.

But at this moment you thought Thorns just wanted the brush, because you know, it's an object that moves?

Sometimes you could hear your boyfriend arguing with the cat. You found that kinda cute and concerning at the same time.

Meanwhile whenever that happened it meant Ichigo was at his wits end. What was he suppose to do with this kitty?

Obviously he won't harm him, but he tried to befriend the pet in all ways!

Tried snacks, play time, pats, catnip and Thorns still treated him like the worst enemy ever.

Even the arrancars weren't this bad.

Why? Because the cat knew you were looking and he would quit the aggressive behavior. But as soon as he noticed your attention was elsewhere, boom! Scratches and bites everywhere.

So Ichigo tried his best to avoid dates at your house and when they did happen, he tried to either stick close to you or keep the cats out of the room.

He was pretty sure Thorns had something personal, maybe it was his orange hair? Because the other kittens - Biscuits and Sage - loved him.

The poor boy even started to wonder if the cats could talk it out among themselves. Maybe Thorns would understand Ichigo means not threat.

He even thought that maybe Yorichii could help?

Ichigo did ask her if she could understand cats - but he gave no context, just... an odd curious question.

But that didn't help at all. The woman just laughed and gave no definite answer.

If she could chat with cats, she definitely knew why Thorns hated him so much.

After a really long time Ichigo finally made friend with the cat when after a rough a battle, he was in tatters and you carried him home.

The cats saw how sad and desperate you were to save Ichigo.

Sensing your panic, they cuddle near you, except for Thorns.

The cat curled up near Ichigo.

As the boy was showing slow, but steady improvement of his health, the cat started to lay on his chest.

Cute? For you, yes. For Ichigo not so much.

They were closer, yes, but Thorns would jump with all strength he could muster on his little paws on the boy belly.

Sometimes laying near his mouth or neck - Ichigo swore the cat would try to murder him anytime.

Well, that did not happen.

After this event, Thorns became kinder, but at every opportunity shown to bounce or claw Ichigo he took.

Most of the times at unexpected times like when the poor boy would be chilling on the couch.

But hey, it's a work in progress!

Ichigo had faith that eventually Thorns would accept him enough. They didn't need to become best buddies, just to tolerate.

It would be good enough yeah...

Until then, he still argued with the cat and still got scratched, but! He no longer got bitten. A win is a win right?

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Thank you for reading!

I feel like this got a bit short... sorry!

#bleach x reader #bleach #kurosaki ichigo x reader #ichigo x reader

[angelltheninth]

Hollow Ichigo Uses You for Pleasure

"That feels good doeasn'f it? You can't deny it when you keep tightening up every time I pull out and push that cum back in." His near crazy wide eyes dart from your face to your abused pussy. "Push me away will you? Try it. Come on, its even better when you struggle, when you act like you hate this." Your bit your lip from how much you wanted to yell at him but you knew that this version of Ichigo would enjoy that too much.

You would never give the Hollow that satisfaction.

"After this... I... ah, fuck..." You could hardly even curse him out, moans and harsh smacking sounds of his hips ramming into yours being your constant interuption. "I'll..."

"Come. I know. You'll come again. No need to say it." This smug fucking bastard was getting on your last nerves. "Such a good expression while I fuck your brains out. Hate me all you want but you know I won't stop. I never had a hole this warm and inviting." He growled out the last word as if he was mocking you with it. "Nothing beats a good cunt after a mission. Especially yours, I'll be using it from now on 'kay? You better keep it available for me."

Available? For him? You hated how the words made your hips jump and your clit ache for a brief second. "You'll have to make me." You bit back, making sure to leave as deep of marks as you could on his body. His smile widened, hands lifting your up, cock hitting deeper as if to silently accept your offer.

"Every. Fucking. Day." Ichigo promised.

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[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

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