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Bleach Men Taking Your Baby to the Grocery Store Headcanons
author's note: yes the premise is random but it's also very cute and perfectly in line with my recent onslaught of baby fever. also, the banners in this post were created by the always amazing @actuallysaiyan!! thank you for the gorgeous banners, babe! 🩷🩷🩷
pairings: kensei muguruma x reader, byakuya kuchiki x reader, grimmjow jaegerjaquez x reader, renji abarai x reader, ichigo kurosaki x reader
warnings: children ages 5 and younger and grimmjow's parenting lmao this is mostly fluff and some mischief mixed in from the babies
Kensei is definitely the tough parent of the two of you, and he relishes in that fact
But goddammit do those baby eyes make him waver
As he carries little Mila into the store, he tells her they're only there for necessities
No candy, no sugary cereals, only what you've tasked him to buy for dinner
Despite being only three and a half, however, Mila has a pretty good idea of how to get her way with Kensei
It's gotten slightly less effective since the pacifiers have been removed from her arsenal, but anything that cracks her dad's tough exterior is remarkable as is
It starts off innocently enough, though soon the way she sings her little song and bops her head around becomes rife with intent
"Daddy, can has hug?" She blinks up at him, holding her arms up
Either he's willfully choosing to fall into the trap, or Kensei is merely blind in the face of his precious girl
"Of course, baby." Kensei picks her up from the cart and kisses her wonderfully chubby cheek, leading the cart behind him as he continues through the store with Mila hooked on his hip
Mila curls up, humming as her eyes scan the shelves for something she wants
"Hold Momma's list for Daddy, okay?"
Mila's little fingers hold the list carefully, and soon Kensei is at a crossroad
"Broth. What kind of broth?" He mutters, fishing his cell phone from his pocket to call you
As usual, it turns into a bit of a squabbling match. He thinks remembering every little detail is silly, and you think you've made this dish so many times he should know you need chicken broth
Kensei is sufficiently annoyed by the time the phone call ends, and Mila strikes then
"Daddy, can has kiss?"
"Yes, baby." She gets a kiss on either cheek, and the kiss she gives his cheek right back is just about the final nail in the coffin
With Kensei holding her, she's able to reach the shelf and snag a little box of animal crackers
"Daddy, can has this?"
Played by the fucking toddler again!! That's three times this week!
"... Don't tell your brothers." Kensei sighs, hanging his head in shame
It's not all bad though; he does get another sweet kiss from his princess
Byakuya is a strict but ultimately fair father
Little Jasmine has grown up under his watchful eye, though through that she's certainly learned just how many of his limits she can press and how to get around them
Going to the grocery store is rare, and even more so if you're not present for the journey
But it's vacation time, and you're busy setting up the cabin for your family's stay, so Byakuya has been tasked with gathering enough groceries to make it through dinner and the morning's breakfast
Byakuya holds Jasmine’s hand and they walk inside together, Byakuya using a tissue to pick up one of the small hand baskets. There's no telling the last time this thing has been sanitized!
“What would you like for dinner tonight?” Byakuya asks the five year old, and Jasmine hums thoughtfully
How can she end the first day of this vacation with a delicious banana split?
Appealing to her father's tastes will increase the likelihood of success, and her father is quite fond of spicy foods…
“Can we have curry?”
The light in his eyes isn't missed by the girl, and she can practically taste an ice cream sundae with a waffle bowl already
“You're becoming more accustomed to spices, I see.” Byakuya hums and begins to survey the store's offerings, whereas Jasmine is mentally preparing her list for dessert
“Daddy?” Jasmine dials up the sweetness in her tone while Byakuya examines the various cuts of chicken on display
“Yes?” He hums
“Can we have a treat tonight?”
“What sort of treat?”
“A surprise treat. Please, Daddy?”
Byakuya pauses. He's no fan of sweets, and in general sugar is limited in the Kuchiki household
But she did say please
“Mm… I suppose.”
Byakuya doesn't meet your eyes when he and Jasmine return from the store with more ingredients for ice cream sundaes than dinner and breakfast combined
He is such a sucker, but he's happy to be played when he receives his banana split with a chocolate syrup drawing of his beloved Wakame Taishi from his darling daughter
Renji tries his best to be a strict father, but his determination wavers frequently. He wanted for many things as a child, and as a parent he doesn't wish to push that same feeling on his child as long as he's capable of providing a warm, loving home
Not to mention, that damn two year is old is just so cute it makes his heart melt at the mere sight of the toddler
“C’mon, honey, gotta get some soup for Mommy.” Renji murmurs as he carefully takes little Rin from his car seat, carrying him into the store on his hip
“Why?” is Rin’s favorite question right now, and Renji’s eye twitches a bit
“Because her tummy is upset.”
“Why?”
“... I don't know.”
“Why?”
“I don't know!”
“Why?”
Renji gently pinches his son's lips between his fingers. “Shhh… Quiet time.”
But of course, the moment he lets go, Rin is back at it again
“Why?”
“Because now Daddy has a headache.”
Rin, as gently as he can while simultaneously not managing much grace in the act, pats his father's sunglasses that sit atop his head
“All bedder?”
Renji's lip practically wobbles at the sweetness. “Yes, Daddy's all better. Thank you, sweetie.”
Rin rests his head against his father, playing with the Renji’s chain while he surveys all of the varieties of soup, Renji occasionally pulling the chain away from the baby's open mouth
Rin whines after his third attempt to eat the necklace, so Renji quickly grabs the first can of chicken noodle soup he sees and makes a dash for the checkout. No baby meltdowns in public, for the love of God
Renji gently bounces the baby, pleading softly with him to calm down. It's not working very well, however, and these damn checkout lines aren't moving at all!
Desperation wins and Renji's grabbing a lollipop before he knows it, tearing the wrapping off and popping the sucker into Rin’s teeny mouth
His plan to calm the baby works, and by the time he's actually able to check out and purchase the soup, the small pop is already gone and the tantrum is starting to blossom again
And just as Renji gets the baby strapped back into his carseat, he checks his phone to see a text you sent twenty minutes ago that practically sends his eyes popping out of his skull
Can you pick up a pregnancy test too?
He glances over at the toddler, and can practically see the boy as a big brother already
Even with a fussy baby in round two of the long lines, Renji's smile doesn't waver and he just kisses and coos at the hopefully soon-to-be big brother
Grimmjow is an interesting parent. Much like how every day with a four year old is a mystery, every day with Grimmjow is a deep dive into the unknown
So when sending the man and his mini-me to the grocery store, you're not quite sure what they're going to come home with. Hopefully it at least includes the items on the list, otherwise dinner is going to be very different from what you've planned
“Oi, keep up!” Grimm looks over his shoulder, the four year old having been distracted by a vending machine
“Want snack.”
“Too bad. Let's go.”
The toddler’s stare is a little too lead paint-y for Grimmjow's liking
“Zen.” Grimmjow looks on, unimpressed as he fishes a coin from his pocket. “Fine, brat. You win, you get a snack. I win, I get a snack.”
That gets the boy to smile, clapping his hands as he jumps in excitement
Grimmjow smirks. “Heads I win, tails you lose.”
The coin is flipped off of Grimmjow's thumb and he catches it easily, Zen waiting with bated breath for the results. Does Daddy win or does he lose??
Grimm sucks his teeth, shaking his head and tucking the quarter back into his pocket. “Heads I win. Tough luck, kid. Maybe next time.”
Zen pouts, watching his father slip a dollar into the vending machine and press the buttons for a honey bun. “Aw man…”
“C’mon.” Grimmjow opens up the snack, taking a big bite and grabbing the front of Zen’s coat, carrying him inside of the store like a handbag
The boy can't help but giggle as he looks up at his father; he loves air jail!
“You're in jail. Stop laughing, fuckin’ psycho.” Grimm shakes his son a bit, hiding his own laughter into the next bite of his honey bun. He's a hardass, but that baby's laugh is precious and melts him like ice cream on a sunny day
Heads turn at the way Grimmjow carries Zen, but Grimm is highly unbothered by such judgment. His kid is happy and healthy, and anyone that thinks otherwise can kiss his ass, for all he cares
“You got the list?” Grimm looks down at Zen, the boy fishing out the neatly-folded post-it note you lovingly tucked into his jacket pocket
Grimmjow perks a brow as he reads off the ingredients you've listed. “Say, kid—” he looks down at his son. “Whaddya say we ditch the list and get some pizza instead?”
Zen claps happily at the idea and Grimm grins menacingly, crushing up the grocery list and tossing it on the floor as he hoists his boy over his shoulder, stuffing the last bite of the honey bun in his baby's mouth whilst flipping off a scandalized woman at the checkouts
Growing up with two younger sisters was good for something after all, Ichigo thinks as he wrangles his twin girls through the parking lot with relative ease
The three year olds are stubborn and independent, having insisted they walk instead of having daddy carry them! But they still want to hold his hands, of course
why no he is not melting like a lava cake, why do you ask?
The girls gasp at the sight of a shopping cart with a racecar on the end that's the perfect size for two little ones!
“We don't even need a cart.” Ichigo deadpans, though it's in one ear and out the other as the babies pile into the little racecar, turning the steering wheels and beeping the (thankfully noiseless) horns
He feels like an idiot but as the dutiful father he is, Ichigo complies with his girls’ wishes and pushes the cart into the store
Chubby fingers point as little voices call out for candies and trinkets, and Ichigo's quick with each of his responses
“No.”
“I said no.”
“No ma'am!”
He's definitely cleaning their ears out when they get home, because clearly they can't hear him! Why else would they ask for things a million times over, hm?
“Daddy always say no.” Indigo pouts, her sister nodding in agreement. All they want is some candy!! Why is Daddy so mean?
Ichigo sighs in frustration as the aisle he needs to go down is absolutely packed, and he's stuck with this behemoth of a shopping cart. Settling it at the end of the aisle, he kneels down to make eye contact with the girls
“Stay put; I’ll be right back.”
Ichigo quickly rushes down the aisle, weaving between people to get to the pasta section
Now… If only he could remember what shape of pasta you told him to buy
Indigo and Imani look at each other, covering their mouths to hide their mischievous giggles
Those Push Pops they were eyeing are still nearby, and Daddy isn't!
As the tag team they are, Indigo and Imani spring into action, Indigo rushing to get the candy while Imani (who turns up the cuteness to a ten!) rushes down the aisle to her father
Ichigo frowns and picks up Imani, scolding her for leaving the cart
It isn't exactly effective, however, as the baby eyes and the cooing let her off the hook easily
When they get back to the cart after Ichigo remembers which pasta you've requested, he sets Imani back into the racecar
Indigo slips a blue Push Pop into her twin's hand, the two of them sharing a conspiratorial smile
They almost get away with it too, though when Ichigo's strapping them into their car seats he notices the lollipops
“Stop stealing!!!!”
These girls will surely be the reason he takes medication for his blood pressure, and he dreads the day when they become teenagers!
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What if the Seireitei had a Human Resources Department? And what if you were in charge?
Summary: With the kind of antics these shinigami get up to every day, it was only a matter of time before the higher ups felt the need to create an HR Department to deal with the day to day messes. Here’s a little drabble about how it all started
Word Count: 2,062
Warnings: swearing, bad humor, mentions of violence
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Sometimes it was hard to believe that the gods didn't have it out for you. Especially when you ended up in situations like this against your will and through no fault of your own.
The corridor was completely silent despite the amount of people that it held. It’s almost like everyone knew how fucked they were, and they were praying with every fiber in their bodies that somehow, they would not get killed at the hands of the Captain Commander today.
You stared at the large “1” written on the wooden doors in front of you, hands clasped so tightly in your lap that your knuckles turned white. Your heart was beating so hard it almost hurt your ribcage. Next to you on the bench, Ikkaku shuffled, and you resisted the urge to deck him across the face. He was injured enough as it was. And frankly, no punch you could land on him would do any good. You had zero hurting power in your body.
Once again, you wondered which otherworldly spirit you had pissed off to get where you were.
Squad 4 was supposed to be a safe choice. You had asked to be put in it for a reason when you graduated. Far, far away from the fighting and pain. No conflict. Just helping people, healing injuries and staying inside where there were no battles. You would take any amount of scut work over whatever the hell those other divisions got up to. And you were good at your job. You handled medical emergencies well, you were a boss at getting through paperwork. Lieutenant Isane would cry tears of joy at the sight of you almost daily since you were singlehandedly keeping the admin side of the division afloat on your own.
So why did it have to come to this?
After what seemed like an eternity, the wooden door cracked open with a deafening sound and a head poked through it. The Shinigami’s eyes scanned the crowd outside until they fell on you. You felt your throat knot. He gestured for you to come to him before disappearing behind the door again.
You stood up on shaky legs, deliberately trying not to look at everyone around you who was now staring at you with pity in their eyes, no doubt. You unintentionally caught eyes with Captain Kuchiki, a calm slate gray that seemed to settle your nerves just a bit. He gave you an almost imperceptible nod, and some strength returned to your legs. You were grateful he was there, despite him not having any involvement in the situation.
Well, it was his Lieutenant on the line so maybe some involvement.
The Shinigami led you down a long hallway silently, your almost numb legs following behind. You felt like a baby deer with how unsteady you were. What were baby deers called again? Foals? You had no clue. Your mind was fried at this point. You tried to send a short prayer to the gods above, but then you remembered they were the ones who put you here in the first place so maybe praying to them wouldn’t be too good of an idea.
The Captain Commander certainly had an air about him. The table he sat behind in his office made him look grand. The office was almost like a balcony, overlooking a magnificent view of the Seireitei that you would have loved to admire under less precarious circumstances. You kept your eyes on the desk he was seated at, bowing low and standing straight as a rod until the Shinigami who brought you there had shut the door behind him with a click that echoed in your very soul. Then, it was silent.
Yamamoto Genryuusai was looking at you with a hard stare. You felt the horrifyingly embarrassing urge to burst into tears.
“Explain.” He said.
What came next was the worst word vomit known to mankind.
It had started two days ago, as festivities for New Years were just beginning to unravel. You had been on night duty, a post you wouldn't wish on anyone. Holidays almost always ended up with someone landing in the Squad 4 barracks with injuries. A bunch of drunk soldiers with weapons and the ability to fight felt like a disaster waiting to happen. But what happened next was ten times worse than what anyone was anticipating.
The fight was pretty standard. Some drunk Squad 3 member had thought it would be a good idea to taunt Squad 11 members by calling them brainless idiots who only knew how to swing a sword. It was a fist fight that escalated when Yumichika and Ikkaku stepped in. Somewhere in the commotion, someone had broken a bottle of sake on Yumichika’s face.
This, of course, caused a complete meltdown on Yumichika’s part, who could feel the cuts on his face that would potentially leave scars. He lost his shit and proceeded to beat the crap out of everyone around him. A very, very drunk Ikkaku and accompanying Renji thought that was the best solution in their alcohol-addled minds. The rest was history.
What had landed into Squad 4 was over 20 extremely injured Shinigami, a flurry of broken limbs and blood. The biggest issue was that this had involved a Lieutenant and two seated officers. Once Captain Unohana got wind of it, it was all over. This kind of violence wouldn't fly under the strict Captain’s nose, and she had reported the whole matter to the Captain Commander. That immediately put Captain Zaraki and Captain Kuchiki’s asses on the line since it was their officers involved, and since you had been the attending who received every case in Squad 4, you were asked to report to the Captain Commander for a full explanation on the matter the following morning.
That morning, extremely hungover Ikkaku and Yumichika had shown up at your barracks, pleading with you to save them. Apparently their Captains had been furious, and both of them were being considered for a major demotion. And Renji? Lord, Captain Kuchiki would make sure Renji never saw the light of day again.
While you made them tea to try and stave off their headaches, Yumichika had given you an honest recounting of the whole situation, and it made your heart soften. They really had just been there to break apart a fight before Yumichika’s face got involved. And as you looked at his bandaged face, knowing full well the extent of the damage underneath, (you had been the one to heal him after all) you felt your heart swell in pity.
So you had agreed to the impossible task of trying to make them appear like the victims in this situation. In front of the fucking Captain Commander. What were you thinking? Curse your empathy and curse the fact that you had somehow befriended these people.
“So according to you, Fifth seat Ayasegawa was there to break up the fight?” Captain Commander Yamamoto’s voice was grumbly and low.
You nodded. A drop of sweat rolled down the side of your face and you were breathing hard. You twisted your fingers behind your back, jaw locked so tight it made your teeth hurt.
“You realize he was singlehandedly responsible for incapacitating 11 out of the 20 injured men?”
You closed your eyes. Fucking Yumichika. That fucker.
“He only responded to an extremely hateful and violent attack on himself, sir. He was not the instigator. As the healer who received him in Squad 4 barracks, I can guarantee that his condition was horrifying.”
“So you agree with his decision to retaliate the way he did?”
You shook your head immediately. “No, sir. I do not agree with it, but in the uh, inebriated state everyone was in at the time, including the sight of his comrades injured and charged comments against his Squad, I can understand why he acted the way he did.”
The Captain Commander appraised you under a weighted stare which made you gulp heavily.
“You have an admirable track record, Sixth Seat Y/L/N.”
What? You blinked, not knowing how to respond. He knew about you. Well, of fucking course he did. He couldn't have summoned you here with no knowledge of who you were. But being referred to by him unnerved you.
“Your account for the event of New Years Eve is very diplomatic.” He continued. “If I go off on what you have told me, I am left with no one to blame this whole situation on. It seems this will just be written off as an unfortunate accident.”
You nearly bawled.
The Captain General closed the file in front of him, leaning back and placing his chin on his bony knuckles. His eyes fell shut, yet you felt he was closely watching your every move.
“You may leave. And inform everyone that they will receive a written warning for their involvement. You will receive a letter too, but of a different nature.”
You nodded and bowed instantly, turning around to walk out of the office. When the door shut behind you, you choked on a gasp and keeled forward, resting your hands on shaky knees. Fuck. Fuck. That was so intense you could cry. You would cry, actually. The tears were coming on. You sniffled.
Someone cleared their throat and your head shot up, looking at the Shinigami who had led you here. He gave you a look that told you he knew how you felt, before gesturing you to follow him out.
On numb, trembling legs, you walked out of the Squad 1 barracks, immediately being greeted by all the parties in question. Ikkaku,Yumichika and Renji crowded you, looking at you with hopeful eyes. You looked at the half bandaged and swollen faces in front of you and felt the horrifying urge to laugh.
“You all will get an official warning. No lasting consequences.” You managed to choke out.
The air that lifted at your words left behind an atmosphere so light it nearly made you collapse, you swayed a little as you sat down on the bench, watching Renji collapse in relief while Yumichika slumped into a wooden pillar. Ikkaku was looking up at the sky like he had just received redemption from the gods themselves. You held back more laughter.
Captain Zaraki let out a heavy sigh and stretched, patting you on the head with a heavy hand in his show of thanks before shuffling off, hands deep in his pockets. Captain Kuchiki sat next to you on the bench smoothly, staring at his Lieutenant with disdain.
“I must thank you.” He said, not looking at you. “I was convinced this would end poorly. You have surprised me, Sixth Seat Y/L/N. And I assume you surprised the Captain General too. I have not known him to be lenient in the years I have worked in the Gotei 13.”
You stared at the Captain as he got up once again, each move as pristine as the last. He walked over to Renji and let out a pained breath at the sight of his Lieutenant.
“Stand, Renji. You will still face the punishment I have set for you.” He stated simply before turning to walk away.
“Yes, Captain.” Renji’s voice was small and muffled. The corner of your lip twitched.
Yumichika sidled over to where you sat, tears in his one visible eye.
“I love you.” He breathed, making you snort.
“I want you to stay as far away from me as possible from now on.” You stood up, feeling better now after seeing the relief your friends felt. You were of course, being dramatic. But you were sincerely so drained you wouldn’t mind sleeping for a week.
And sleep you did. In fact, you had completely forgotten the Captain General’s words until the next morning, when a Shinigami showed up at your barracks with a letter in his hand. You stared at it in confusion until you saw the name of the addressor on the envelope. Your eyes widened and your heart fell out of your ass as you remembered the words.
“You will receive a letter too, but of a different nature.”
With trembling fingers, you tore through the paper, frantic eyes trying to make sense of what you were reading. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“What the fuck is a Human Resources Department?”
A/N: Should i make this into a series? Im contemplating it. Pls let me know!
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Hi there✨
This is a bleach request, so if you don’t want to do it or simply don’t have motivation for it, please do ignore it ✨🧡
If you however, would like to do it, could you please do Shunsui kyoraku when he finds out that his s/o has a voice kink 🥹.
But like it shouldn’t be during the deed… ya know?
For example, he is giving a speech and notices s/o getting fluster… this just an example but something in this line.
Voice kink is something I have too.
Pairing: Shunsui Kyoraku x Reader
Tags: fluff, suggestive, established relationship, voice kink, teasing, PDA, kissing
A/N: I listen to so much ASMR. I love people with nice voices.
Noticed you always got fidgety when he'd whisper in your ear but didn't think much about it
Chalked it up to close proximity
He would say some words that could be taken in a dirty way if he whispered them
Again he didn't put two and two together
Not until he looked directly at you while giving a speech and practically growled out his words
Had to keep his smirk off his face when he saw you squirming in your seat
Keeps kisses secret, he always puts his hat in front of your faces, not that it helps at all
Whispers how much he misses you when your lips pull away from each other
Despite literally working together he misses you
He misses holding your hand, making out, feeling your body against his with no clothes between you
That's why he opts to tease you with his voice more and more often
It's the most subtle thing he can get away with in public
Seeing as no one else knows how much you like his voice except for him
Makes your eyes roll when he tells you to come with him, as in follow him but you understand it very differently
#bleach x reader#shunsui kyoraku x reader#bleach imagine#bleach headcanons#bleach fluff#bleach smut#bleach x you#bleach x y/n#x reader
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Cure For Sadness - Bleach x Reader
A/N: This is the first of the misspelt Shunsui fics....It's because I first wrote him in a fic with Shuhei and got confused...Please forgive me
#1000 follower event#bleach smau#bleach fake texts#bleach imagines#bleach imagine#bleach x reader#kenpachi x reader#kenpachi zaraki x reader#shunsui x reader#shunsui kyoraku x reader#kensei x reader#kensei muguruma x reader
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Little Project
Mayuri Kurotsuchi x Reader
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You felt sore.
So incredibly sore.
No one said giving birth would be easy.
Mayuri warned you even before you got pregnant, but you didn’t care.
And you still don’t.
The pain was worth every bit.
Holding your son in your arms was worth every second.
Even if your marriage with the 12th Division’s Captain was arranged, you somehow found love in him.
Stockholm syndrome? Possibly.
But you did love him.
And you wanted a baby.
Mayuri said he will create one for you, but you wanted to give birth. You wanted to go through all of it.
It did take some convincing but in the end, he agreed.
You entered the bathtub with your son in your arms.
Letting the warm water take your soreness away while you held him to your chest.
The little boy was only born a day ago.
When you woke up in your room, you were alone, you had to go and search around only to find Nemuri looking after him.
You told her that she could leave and attend to her duties.
The sweet girl ran off excitedly.
You did have a deep affection towards her. But you also understood that she had duties.
And a lovely bath was definitely on your list of things.
So this is where you were now. Enjoying the warm water as your son slept on your chest.
The little boy resembled his father a lot.
His hair was dark blue, and his skin was also more like his and his eyes, undoubtedly Mayuri’s.
You were a bit sad, seeing how he resembled your husband instead of you. But he was just so unbearably cute.
You smiled at him.
“Please don’t turn out to be a mad scientist… one is already enough.” you said to the young boy who slept soundly.
Then the door to the bathroom opened suddenly, making you jump, thankfully your son didn’t wake up.
“What are you doing?” it was Mayuri.
“Taking a bath.”
“Get out, it’s not healthy, I have tests to run on you both.” he turned around to leave.
“No.” you said, making him stop and turn to look at you.
“No?” he asked.
“I’m taking a bath, then I will get something to eat. No tests.”
“Then give him to me.” but your hand tightened around the baby. “You would think I would hurt him?”
“I have seen you do things.”
“Then why did you want to have my son?” he was very calm.
“Because I love you.”
“But you don’t trust me?”
“I don’t want to let him go. He is so small and fragile.”
“I will just put him to bed for now, I just wanted to check his blood for any… discrepancies.”
“He is not your project!”
“I know, but he might have inherited something, and I want to be prepared.” Mayuri’s voice was so low you felt bad for snapping at him. “It is good to know though that your mother instincts kicked in! Very well! I will stay with you for the rest of the day. Akon can cook something for us to eat.”
After he left you quickly got out of the bath and got dressed.
Putting a very cute onesie on your baby, you headed to the living room.
“I’m sorry. I do trust you. I just worry.”
“Nothing to apologise for, you are the mother protecting their baby.” you walked over to him and placed your son on his chest.
“And you are his father. I’ll cook something for us.” you smiled before leaving him and heading to the kitchen.
Mayuri looked at his sleeping son.
“I guess you are kind of cute… Your mother doesn’t know but you are my project. My most precious project, my son.” he placed a kiss on the little boys forehead who stirred in his sleep before he calmed down again.
Little did the Captain know that you have heard and seen everything.
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Hi Hazel ^^
Thank you so much for the Guy fluff, he's truly a sweetheart 🥺💚💚
Noticed that the Bleach part for the event is empty, so, if you don't mind me requesting the letter J from the fluff alphabet for Zaraki? 🤭
Thank you <33
If you noticed a pattern of me liking big strong and loud men, no you didn't xD
Henlo! <3 Thank you! I am glad you liked it!! I am happy to be writing some Bleach, even though the new anime is here, the fandom is generally pretty quiet on writing, so I am always happy to provide some! Enjoyy! <3 And don't you worry, i also have a type. altho mine is mostly dead guys TwT
2nd person. GN reader. No warnings.
J - Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
Zaraki is a pretty confident person, and that’s the main reason he doesn’t get jealous easily. He is confident in himself and in your relationship, and he trusts you: otherwise he would have never started a relationship with you in the first place. So when he sees other people flirting with you, it generally works flattering: hell yeah, you’re a catch, and nothing beats the swell of pride when you turn down the flirting party. Of course you’re taken, and you’re taken by him of all people.
Now, him being jealous does not mean he doesn’t get protective. He trusts you, but that doesn’t mean he trusts other people. The way he gets protective and how often he does so, entirely depends on you and how you handle unwanted attention.
Are you the kind of person that likes attention, will happily receive compliments no matter the intentions behind them and then will still turn down any advances with a smile before going to sit closer to him? Or are you the type that gets a little uncomfortable, finding it hard to tell someone that you are taken, wary of the reaction you will get?
In the first case, he’ll leave you be most of the time, although he’ll come stand close when he notices the conversation going on a little too long, almost like a silent threat. But if you’re of the latter category, he will step in much faster. No one should be making you uncomfortable. Don’t they see that you’re just too nice to tell them to fuck off? He will gladly do so in your stead.
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2 A.M.
Pairing: Soft/Upset!Ichigo Kurosaki x Reader
First time writing for Ichigo so I hope I did well!
Summary: After saying some hurtful words during the heat of a battle, the reader and Ichigo's friendship is clearly affected by this, not seeing each other for days, when randomly, Ichigo come to talk in the middle of the night...
Warnings: None! Just fluff
Word Count: 0.9k
The rain in the night fell like sad tears, hearing the drops even while in the shower. Dead in the night, only the sound of water falling as I stood there, subconsciously washing away the soap that covered my body while I relived a painful memory in my head:
"You're just not strong, Y/N!"
"You're only in my way, so just disappear!"
I understood that everything Ichigo, our friends, and myself had been facing, Aizen and the Arrancars, was a matter of life or death, but all I wanted to do was use my powers to help.
I wasn't sure what the source of my power was, but I was no weakling and surely not a coward. Ichigo's strength was admirable. All of us looked at him as a ray of hope.
All I wanted was to help him, so he didn't have to carry such a heavy burden on his own, and that's what he screamed at me.
I haven't seen Ichigo since that day and they may have been just words, but they hurt my heart as if I could feel my heart-breaking piece by piece when those words replayed in my head.
Even after turning off the shower, water droplets were slowly falling on my feet. They were tears. No matter how hard I tried not to think about it, it was the only thing I could think about.
Like a zombie, I dried off and dressed for bed, tossing my towel into the hamper, making my way to my bed, and fixing my pillow. I was bound to have another restless night, wrapping myself with a blanket before I went to lay down and there were knocks on my door.
It was 2 a.m. Far too late for any guests to come, let alone on a rainy night.
With my luck, it'd be Chad or Uryu, wanting to go kill some hollows, but when I opened the door just enough to look with one eye, that bright, orange hair was my first sight, then Ichigo's big, brown eyes.
"Hey, Y/N," He only whispered, some pain in his voice as he spoke, but asked politely, "I know it's pretty late, but I can't sleep, and I need to talk to you. Can I come in?"
I only nodded, leaving the door open for him to enter, scooting my feet back into my room, laying on my side with my back facing him as he followed.
"What do you want to talk about?" I sighed, curling up into my blanket.
He wasn't responding which only made me anxious, my heart racing, mixing with confusion as I felt his body weighing onto my bed, pupils expanding when his arms wrapped me into a tight embrace, able to hear the shakiness in his voice as he whispered:
"I'm sorry. For what I said. For everything."
I truly didn't know what to say, letting him allow his own emotions to be set free as his hold around me tightened, shaking slightly, even sniffling as he continued:
"I just-; I was so scared of losing you. I just didn't want you to get hurt. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you. It would be all my fault."
"Ichigo," I cooed softly, understanding where he was coming from, rolling carefully to face him, "I know that you don't want anyone, let alone the people you care about, to get hurt. Trust me, I get that because I'm the same way. But-"
Lifting his head, moonlight shimmering past his teary eyes, I had to look him in the eye, to make sure he knew:
"You don't have to do all of this alone."
Tears began rolling down his cheek as he listened to what I had to say, wiping it away and assuring him:
"I know you're strong. Stronger than anyone that I know. Sometimes, strong people need help too and there's nothing wrong with that."
As a response, all he could do was hug me, hugging me so tight and I made sure to return it. His words from before hurt, but I knew now, that he didn't mean it. I'd never even seen him cry before, so that showed how serious he was. All he wanted was to make sure I didn't get hurt by those Arrancars.
"Even by chance, if something did happen to me, that's alright, Ichigo," I whispered with my voice beginning to crack, meaning with all my heart, "You fight with your all to protect all of us. I'd do the same for you. Even if I died doing it. As long as you're okay, I'd die happy."
Now, we were both crying silently, clinging to each other and showing how we felt the same, eyes shut tight till I felt him pick up his head, hand holding my face.
His eyes were still closed, both lungs and brain not working when his lips came to mine, my own eyes closing tight to shake off the disbelief, pressing my lips a bit harder to feel how real this was, not showing it, but desperate for air when our lips parted, our eyes meeting in sequence as they opened at the same time.
"I just never want anything bad to happen to you," He whispered with a deep breath, knowing what he meant, "Never."
"I know," There was never a guarantee of making it out of this safe when the worst was yet to come, but something deep inside of me just knew that we'd all make it out alright, "Just trust me, Ichigo,"
Cuddling back to him, I took the chance to hold him instead, and he hugged me all the same, both of us able to relax for the first time in quite some time, placing a kiss on top of his head:
"We're going to make it out of this."
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Hirako Shinji: with a shy s/o
Fandom: Bleach
Shinji has a lot of experience when it comes to breaking someone out of their shell.
He can be extremely persistent, to the point of becoming annoying, and that is usually enough to invoke some kind of reaction from the person of his interest.
Despite many people around him insisting otherwise, Shinji is a firm believer that an angry reaction is better than no reaction.
Regardless of how he chooses to present himself to the outside world, Shinji has a keen eye and uses it to pick up on all the small habits his shy object of interest might show when uncomfortable. Shinji has no issue with becoming the center of attention in any room he enters, so he'd use his loud personality to shift everyone's attention onto himself.
He has a never ending list of things to talk about, so Shinji would have no problem with filling up the quiet when his significant other froze or got too stressed out to finish the sentence.
He might spare you the awkwardness of sitting in the sudden silence, but it doesn't mean he wouldn't (tastefully) tease you about it later on. Once again, it's better to have any reaction at all, and from his experience, anger is a pretty good way of forgetting about stress.
Shinji doesn't consider himself a shy person, so his personal experience in that area is rather limited. He notices what makes you nervous and would try his best to redirect your attention away from it.
The moment he noticed you crack a smile at one of his lame jokes, he'd flood you with them.
When he noticed you spiraling down the path of panic, he'd push you with his shoulder or take your hand in his or find a hundred other ways to remind you that he's by your side, regardless of how bad a situation is.
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Hi, can I please request general headconnon for Aizen Soyousuke from bleach?
Yandere Aizen Sosuke Headcanons (general)
Aizen is an extremely patient man, willing to wait as long as possible to get what he wants. He’s methodical and cunning in how he goes about obtaining what and who he wants, his darling being no different.
Manipulative is an understatement, Aizen is extremely manipulative and calculatingly so to the point that the people he is manipulating don’t know he’s doing it. Especially his darling. He would be able to put them into a fall sense of security when around him. Whatever guard or walls they had up he will surely and meticulously breakdown into nothing. He wants his darling to come to trust him on their own but he has every intention of ‘helping’ them get to that point with his ingenious words and actions.
Aizen isn’t very emotional whatsoever. He doesn’t show any of his true feelings or motives to anything. He comes off polite, gentlemanly and soft spoken, never raising his voice for any reason. Not even when his darling disobeys him. He always keeps himself in check no matter what.
His darling would be treated very favorably, like royalty even especially later on once he’s taken his seat in Hueco Mundo among his Arrancar. He’d spoil them rotten with anything and everything they could possibly ask for, so long as they’re good for him (and so long as they don’t ask for their freedom). He only rewards obedient behavior after all.
Aizen most definitely treats his darling as more of a possession rather than as their own individual. He may even keep them around as his glorified pet, sitting at the bottom of his throne on a cushion by his feet, with their head rested oh so lovingly and submissively onto his lap while he gingerly strokes their hair.
He is extremely possessive of his darling and doesn’t take too well to them interacting with anyone other than himself. Having to watch his darling talk to and be around all the other people in their life so freely just irks him to no end but of course he’d never admit it, he has a facade to uphold after all. But he would become increasingly controlling, bit by bit. His manipulative tendencies would certainly play a key role in diminishing his darling’s ability to interact with anyone again. He’d gaslight them to no end, making them question themself and the people around them. Especially regarding any ulterior motives anyone else might have or their true intentions for being involved with the darling.
Punishments wouldn’t be too uncommon for Aizen’s darling. He’ll always comment on how ‘for the best’ said punishments are and how in need his darling is of learning how to properly behave for him. Most, if not all, of Aizen’s punishments for his darling would revolve around isolation that way they can realize just how much of a privilege it truly is to belong to him.
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“You’re the prettiest thing ever” and kenny omg
Ahhh I'm so sorry for taking so long with this one, but I had to think of another scenario for this since I previously wrote a similar prompt but with "confession" added. Please!!! Enjoy this!!! I wanted to do a whole different thing
Zaraki Kenpachi x Fem!Reader - Lazy day
Tags: fluff, so much fluff and love
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Burying your head behind his back, Kenpachi holds you tightly into his embrace, nibbling strands of your hair between his fingers.
The calm atmosphere causes you both to lazily lay down for longer than you wanted, but neither of you care for that. The moment is too good to be ruined by sudden moves and you’ve got nothing else to do. There’s simply no point in leaving.
It’s been a while since you’ve had this much time on your hands to do nothing but enjoy each other in the comforting quietness of your room. You want to feel his touch for as long as possible until duty shall call you two once again, so now’s not the moment for such thoughts.
Hearing his heavy breathing into your ear, you slightly lift your head to prompt it against his. A sudden need to touch him urges you to brush your fingers against the line of his chin, swiftly tracing all the way up to his cheeks so you can feel every one of his facial features.
Kenpachi chuckles in delight, enjoying every single sensation your soft fingertips bring against his skin, and he slowly turns his face to lock his gaze on yours. His motion isn’t frantic enough to interrupt you so he can observe every move of your digits.
You feel his eyes following you with each rub you make, but upon hearing a second chuckle you can guess he’s probably grinning at you. Yet it's not your touch that makes him smug; it's the look you have on your face.
Your partly open lips snatch all his attention and it’s not like he’ll only look at your fleshy features forever. His eyes wander all around your face, darting from one spot to another. But every time he tries to focus on something else, your blazing eyes lure him in with a powerful magnetic pull, enticing him to gaze at them in awe. It’s not his fault you’re that gorgeous, you should blame your mother instead.
Taking notice of his satisfied hum, you reply with a curious one. “Hm?” Deeply intrigued by the noises he's making.
He maintains the silence for a little longer before abruptly halting it.
“You’re the prettiest thing ever.” his soft-spoken words carry a touch of distraction brought on by the widening of your eyes.
That's an answer you've never expected to leave his mouth but a welcomed one. You offer him a beaming smile, leading his face to align with yours. The sweetness conveyed in his words warms your entire body, prompting you to give him a smooth kiss on the cheek.
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Daddy's Little Secret | Isshin Kurosaki x Reader |
part two
author's note: this idea has been in my head for a good while now, and i've finally decided to write it! there won't be much of a story in this, as i plan each chapter to be a sexual encounter between isshin and reader
pairing: isshin kurosaki x fem!reader
warnings: nsfw, no explicit smut but it is sexual and suggestive, masturbation, voyeurism, age gap, reader is a few years older than ichigo
“Are you sure this is okay, Ichigo?” You murmur as he leads you up the pathway of his home, the younger man carrying your bags for you. “I don't wanna just barge in… You haven't even asked your dad if it's cool—”
“Dad’s not gonna care.” Ichigo shakes his head. “He'd rather you stay on our couch than in your car on the street. It's okay. Just trust me.”
Sighing, you follow your friend inside and slip your shoes off politely. Your housing situation has hit a bit of a snag and you're officially, though hopefully temporarily, homeless. Ichigo's to the rescue as always, however, and was quick to give you a warm helping hand, just as he was when you first met him. Being a bartender is wonderful, but the drawbacks such as rowdy, creepy drunks tend to call for more forceful measures than your best holler can provide. Luckily for you, Ichigo has a helluva right hook and you've been friends ever since!
Setting your bags down, Ichigo starts a quick tour of the house. You've met his family before, as the bar you work for is also a restaurant, but you've never been to the Kurosaki household. It's surprisingly well-put together despite the chaotic relationship of Ichigo and his father, though it's likely due to Ichigo's younger sisters, if you had to guess.
“My dad's not home yet, but he should be here soon with my sisters.” Ichigo murmurs as he grabs some linens from the hall closet; tonight the couch will have to do for him, as he's a gentleman and will absolutely give up his room for you, but he'll arrange to stay with his sweet girl Orihime for a little while starting tomorrow. He's not looking forward to it: how his father naps on that lumpy, uncomfortable old couch so easily is a mystery!
“Thank you, Ichigo.” You murmur softly. “I'll try to get out of your hair soon.”
Your friend merely waves a hand and sets the sheet and blankets on the arm of the couch before grabbing the remote and turning the television on. The mind-numbing cartoon isn't performing for you, however, as your heart thrums in anticipation. Ichigo's father, Isshin Kurosaki, doesn't seem like he'd mind your presence, but the worry remains. You know you'd certainly have some feelings about such an unexpected guest!
Your poor heart nearly pops when the sound of voices at the front door get louder upon entry, and Ichigo stands to meet his family, lest his father say or do something embarrassing before you've even been announced. Yuzu rushes to her older brother's arms as Karin spots you, perking a thin brow. Ichigo doesn't tend to bring friends home, especially not since he started college.
“What's up?” She cuts her eyes to her older brother, and Ichigo explains more to Isshin, who is oddly quiet, rather than Karin.
“She needs a place to stay for a little while.”
Isshin nods, turning to look at you. He's as handsome as ever, his stubble grown out a tad more than it was the last time you'd seen him at the bar, and his smile is gorgeous and polite, though you can't escape the feeling of it being more muted than you're used to. “Stay as long as you need to. Any friend of Ichigo's is always welcome here.”
“Thank you, sir.” Your cheeks warm, relief washing down your shoulders. Gazing at your wrist to check the time, you sigh softly. “I’ve got to get ready for my shift tonight.”
“I'll walk you to your car.” Ichigo offers, and waits patiently as you wash up and change into your uniform. Isshin settles onto the couch beside his only son, thumbing at the stack of linens to be used for his temporary bed tonight.
“You know I don't mind taking in your friend.” He starts, voice low in the event you come downstairs and overhear him. “I just would've appreciated a heads up.” Unsaid is that he would've used that advance notice to fix his hair up before you saw him, and perhaps undone a button or two on his shirt.
“Sorry, Dad.” Ichigo murmurs. “Her roommate dropped the bomb on her last night that she had to leave. We spent all day moving her things to a storage unit.”
Isshin rubs at his chin, gently tugging at the bit of stubble. He's gotta shave tonight, he thinks. “You givin’ your room up?”
“Yeah.”
Isshin claps his hand on his son's shoulder. He's raised a good man, one that he's incredibly proud of! He squeezes for a brief moment before pulling away just as you come downstairs, dressed in your simple work uniform. High-waisted jeans and a t-shirt with the bar’s name splashed over the front and tucked into your waistband make for a pretty sight, especially with the low cut that provides Isshin with a hearty eyeful of cleavage. It's what deters him from visiting your bar more often; his daughters don't need to see how much their pervy father longs to faceplant in between your breasts.
Ichigo and his father stand and your eyes flit to gaze at the older man. “I’ll be back around 2:30. I'll be quiet, I promise!”
“You couldn't wake Dad if you tried.” Ichigo deadpans. Isshin's cheeks warm at your giggles, and he tackles Ichigo to the ground. Embarrassing his own father right in front of an absolute babe??? Unforgivable!
“Dad, come on!” Karin shouts, scrambling to intervene now. With a guest over??? Her dad has lost his mind!
Grinning softly at the madness, Karin having been sucked into the wrestling while Yuzu rushes in with a broom to smack at them all, the heels of your boots click on the hardwood as you head for the door. Your stay here certainly won't be dull!
With a sigh, you tiredly park your car outside of the Kurosaki home. Work was rough, and nothing sounds more wonderful than a hot shower and some rest, and maybe even a sandwich if you can stay awake long enough.
You're met at the door by Isshin, who presses a gentle finger over his lips as the sounds of Ichigo's snores ring out. Laughing softly as the older man winks, you slip your boots off at the door. “You're up pretty late.”
“Insomnia.” Isshin shrugs casually and follows you up the stairs, shamelessly staring at your ass the whole way up. “Heard your car pull up. Wanted to make sure you got in safely.”
“Ah.” At the top of the landing, you pause for a moment with Isshin just across from you, his henley and plaid pajama pant combo somehow striking. Perhaps batting your lashes more than you should be at a friend's father, you lick your lips, teeth slowly dragging along the flesh of your bottom lip. “Thank you, Mr. Kurosaki.”
“Isshin. After hours, anyway.” He tucks his hands in his pockets with a shrug, perking a brow at the embarrassing admission from your stomach. “Hungry, hm?”
Cheeks fiery and the tip of your nose and ears burning, you duck your head. “Mm… A little. Ichigo and I had some lunch earlier, but that's all I had to eat. Besides a few fries at the bar, anyway.” And an iced coffee to start the morning!
Isshin shakes his head. “Girl dinner.” He grumbles with a scoff and an eye roll— he's treated too many women that hardly eat at all and then complain about headaches! Turning to start back down the steps, Isshin waves a hand. “I’ll warm up the dinner leftovers.”
Covering your mouth to hide a giggle, you venture into Ichigo's bedroom and rifle around your messily packed suitcases for a fresh pair of panties and pajamas. Exhaustion weighs down your bones and a big yawn leaves you damn near spent, though you power through enough to grab a thong and a tank top to get you through the night. Everyone should be out of the house by the time you wake up to start your day, so the worries of anyone catching a peek of your cheeks don't settle.
Rubbing your tired eyes as the shower warms, you sigh with pleasure as the hot water spreads and soothes the ache between your shoulders. Life has been nothing but stressful lately, this recent move only the cherry on top the shitshow mountain. College is hard, work is unfulfilling and the tip money only barely covers the bills, and your sex life has tanked.
Thinking about sex as you run the soapy washcloth over your breasts probably isn't the best idea, but it doesn't stop your other hand from the pinches and tugs of your nipples to relieve some of the pressure. Leaning against the shower wall, your teeth dip into your lip as your fingers do a bit of walking. It's nothing but a tease, a shallow dipping of your fingers to feel the wetness gathering between your folds. A few soft, breathy gasps pass beyond the thin curtain that veils you, but the man with perceptive brown eyes in the hall pushes the door open just a tad wider than you'd left it to peer into that gap.
Isshin smirks softly, licking his lip as he watches you touch yourself. He's wanted a piece of you since he first saw you, as forbidden of an idea as that is. You're his son's friend! He can't. Even if you wanted to, and he thinks you do, it can't happen. That's a line he can't cross… He's too old for you, anyway.
Though as he watches you slowly rub your clit and toy with your breasts, he's sure that this old dog could show you the best night of your life. With a wistful sigh and a firm squeeze to his cock, Isshin heads downstairs before he's caught perving and fixes your plate of dinner properly.
Biting your lip through a grin, you're quickly out of the shower and drying off before Isshin's back upstairs. Of course that old man's the type to peep in on a young woman's shower! You laid the trap and he walked right into it— what a typical doofus of a man.
You've just slipped into your thong when you hear Isshin moving upstairs again, and you purposely ditch the tank top in favor of looping the towel over your shoulders, your breasts just barely covered by the blue cotton as Isshin turns the corner with a warm plate of food in hand and heads for Ichigo's bedroom.
Two gentle taps of his knuckle on the bedroom door are all you get before he's letting himself in, and for a moment he falters at the sight of you. He really should have taken that melatonin tonight… You're before him in a skimpy thong with only a teeny tiny towel over your breasts, and he has to act like he's fine. Like he's not ready to pounce and pound you into pure oblivion. He can't.
This being a father thing is so damn difficult!
Finding the pause cute and the dumb look on Isshin's face even cuter, you smirk gently and approach him with a swish in your hips. His Adam's apple bobs when you're so close to him he can see the few beads of water on your collarbone, and fuck he wants to lick them away and leave a bite or two…
“Something on your mind?” You practically purr at him, and aren't you just awful! Flirting with your friend's father, the one with a dead wife and three kids he's had to raise by his lonely…
Carefully, the man licks his lips and forces himself to look you in the eye, and frankly he's not sure if that pretty face is making his little problem in his pants any better. “No.”
Reaching up, the backs of your fingers gently graze over the side of his face. “That's a shame… Would've loved to hear all about it. I'm sure you've got some… Interesting ideals.”
A growl forms at the back of Isshin's throat, low and deep and the glint in your eye at the sound just makes him want to tug that towel off and—
Well, now you've gone and done that part for him.
Dropping the towel to the floor, you rub Isshin's jaw, his beard noticeably trimmed down to the way he usually likes it. “You shaved. It looks nice.”
“Just nice?” Isshin sets the plate on the desk, his fingers itching to touch your supple skin as he loops them around the thin bands of your thong, his thumbs rubbing the silky fabric. “Not sexy? Ravishing, even? How about a place you'd like to sit?”
A chuckle bubbles in your chest alongside the fireworks going off inside. The door's wide open and it's three in the morning, any of his kids are liable to get up and use the bathroom at any time! Pressing your hands to his chest, you find him firmer than you thought he'd be. “What makes you think I need something like that from you?”
Isshin clicks his tongue, snapping your thong against your skin as you softly push him away. “My bad for assuming. I just thought with, you know, the way you touched yourself in the shower that you've been a bit pent up.” With a wink and a shit-eating grin, Isshin's closing the door behind him and heading back to his bedroom.
Goosebumps litter your body, and that sly little smile doesn't leave your lips even after you've finished eating and settle in for bed. It's been one night and you've already nearly fucked your friend's father— it's not a matter of if now. Just when.
And will you be able to hide it from Ichigo?
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seireitei HR department chronicles - pt 1
Summary: It’s your first week at your fancy new HR job. And your first ever complaint is already the most bizarre situation you had ever dealt with
Word Count: 1,140
Warnings: swearing, mentions of nudity
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The room was silent except for the periodic tick, tick, tick of the wall clock. You wished there was some sound to fill the empty space, maybe then you wouldn’t have to stew in the horror of the words that had just left Captain Hitsugaya’s mouth.
You watched the snow-haired Captain slouch in the seat before you, arms crossed and shoulders hunched. His face was twisted into a deep scowl, lips pursed. The skin of his cheeks was slightly dusky, showing that he was, in fact, embarrassed by the account he had just given you.
You cleared your throat, trying to form words with a tongue you felt was completely paralyzed. You stared at the form in front of you that you were trying to fill, the large “COMPLAINT FORM” written on top seemed almost comical considering the complaint in question was-
“I’m just going to tick the ‘personal’ box in ‘Nature of The Problem’.” You choked out. Captain Hitsugaya looked affronted.
“It’s not personal, it’s professional.” He said. “I was in my office. That’s a professional space.”
“But, um-” You felt like crying. “I don’t think Lieutenant Matsumoto accidentally flashing you is a…. professional problem.”
The Captain’s cheeks flamed even more, a petulant pout settling on his face. “An accident, my ass. How does that even happen accidentally-”
“She was sleeping.” you argued weakly.
That made him perk up, as if you just gave him a gotcha. “And why was she sleeping in my office during office hours? Actually, I want to file a separate complaint about that.”
Before you could protest, he had reached across the desk to grab the form you were filling, then reached for another one and plucked the pen right out of your hand. You watched helplessly as he scribbled in the details of his problem, secretly grateful you didn’t have to write all of that out.
Curse Captain General Yamamoto Genryuusai for making an HR Department and then putting you in charge. Your first week, and your first complaint, and it had to be the kid captain complaining about his grown Lieutenant snoring on his office couch with her chest on display.
You didn’t even know what the protocol here was.
“Has this happened before?” You asked, hoping to gain some guidance on how to deal with this.
“Too many times.” He mumbled back, focused on the paper before him which he was furiously scratching letters on. He sounded so grumpy it nearly made you laugh.
“So what did you do before this?” You continued.
He rolled his eyes. “Nothing. I would scold her and hope to god I never had to witness that again.”
You looked at the huge “Seireitei Code” that Squad 1 had delivered to you on your first day there. It was thick as a brick and contained every rule on the Gotei and what exactly to do when violation of rules occured. Granted, it was for more severe violations like murder or serious bodily harm. You could guarantee with your whole ass that there was nothing in there about flashing your captain.
How the fuck were you supposed to talk about this with Lieutenant Matsumoto?
Once Captain Hitsugaya had left, after many assurances on your part that you would personally have a sit down with his Lieutenant on the seriousness of the problem, you slumped into your chair and buried your face in your hands. This had to be a joke. This couldn't be the potential the Captain Commander saw in you. There’s no way he created this department knowing you had to solve sexual harassment cases between a literal child and a grown woman.
On second thought, maybe that's exactly why he made an HR department. You imagined the Captain Commander of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads, the most powerful man in Soul Society, having to deal with squabbles like this on a near weekly basis. Jeez. No wonder the man needed a buffer to take matters off his hands.
Try as you might, you couldn't see a way out of this without physically having the Lieutenant in your office to air out her Captain’s grievances. You knew a written warning wouldn’t suffice. If you knew anything about the bubbly woman, it was that she wouldn’t take an office document seriously. There was a good chance she wouldn’t bother to read it at all.
You didn't know how exactly to confront Lieutenant Matsumoto about the predicament she had found herself in. And it almost annoyed you that you were somehow more uncomfortable with this than she was. She nearly giggled when you read through the report. You on the other hand, wanted the ground to swallow you whole.
“Do you understand where he is coming from?” Your whole face was hot after having read out the complaint Captain Hitsugaya had written out, looking anywhere but directly at the Lieutenant’s face.
“Yeah but,” she scratched the back of her head, pouting slightly. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“A rule violation is still a rule violation, Lieutenant.”
She sighed and stretched, nodding but looking unconvinced. “It’s hard to really control any part of your body when you are asleep, though.”
“Uh, about that.” You rifled through the papers on your desk to hand her the other complaint her Captain had written out. “He also reported you for sleeping excessively on the job.”
Matsumoto pouted and whined at that, looking almost offended by the piece of paper dangling before her face. “Aw, come on! Captain can get so mean sometimes. Do you know how much paperwork I have to do? I can’t even take a little nap?”
You knew for a fact that Captain Hitsugaya was carrying Squad 10 on his shoulders. He finished the work of three people every day by himself.
“Lieutenant…” The tone of your voice was so defeated it made her sigh.
“Okay, okay. Fine. I will try to not fall asleep. And I’ll keep the girls tightly wrapped up. That okay?”
“Please refrain from calling them that in a professional setting.” You corrected weakly, feeling weary to the bone. You almost missed defending Ikkaku and Yumichika when they beat up 20 people and ended up in Squad 4 with broken limbs. Surely, anything would be better than this.
“Okay! Jeez.” She sniffed, standing up. “Can I leave now?”
You nodded, watching her make her exit and slumping forward until your head hit your desk. Your forehead stung at the contact. You looked at the report in front of you, Lieutenant Matsumoto’s signature next to the acknowledgement of her poor behavior. Your lips twitched.
Giggles erupted from your throat as the hilarity of the situation finally caught up with you, bending over to grip your stomach as tears leaked from your lash line. Fucking hell.
This would be a good story to tell at parties.
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Levitating|| Shunsui Kyoraku
Pairing: Shunsui x GN Reader
WC: 1,555
A/N: This started as a writing exercise so that I could get back into the flow of writing again but I like it so I'm posting it. Sorry I've been MIA for like 2 years, I'll be posting on again/off again for a while. Also I changed some of the lyrics of the song, Dua Lipa stans pls don't come for me.
Warnings: None, some swearing?, there's talk of marriage because I feel like the Soul Society doesn't really have "dating"
Shunsui + Levitating
I believe that you're for me, I feel it in our energy // I see us written in the stars
Shunsui knew that he was an old man. It was a notion he never attempted to disavow himself of, finding it to be a pointless endeavour; Besides, he was proud of his age.
With age, comes wisdom, one that he has refined enough to know not to deny the fluttering of his heart whenever he so much as heard your name. For him, it was nothing to be embarrassed about, no matters of the heart were. He would readily admit that it was a bit disorienting. One moment he’d be talking with Nanao and suddenly his breath would be stolen at the slightest hint of your perfume.
You possessed a gift so unique, a hold over him like no other. Being in your presence somehow managed to send him back to his days in the academy, leaving him feeling like nothing more than a lovesick student. You’d set his heart alight and made it seem as though the world was slipping away every time you smiled. Your visage immediately righted any wrongs. He was sure that your laughter could cure any affliction he may be ailed with. To put it simply, Shunsui had found himself utterly enraptured by you and yet, he didn’t mind. The butterflies you’d managed to elicit from him only added to the weightless feeling he’d become stuck with since meeting you.
We can go wherever, so let's do it now or never, baby // Nothing's ever, ever too far
You hadn’t treated Shunsui any different from normal, but it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. The usually laid-back yet sharp captain suddenly became ditzy and distracted whenever you so much as glanced at him. He was quite obvious, and though he hadn’t quite acted upon his feelings, he’d made it clear where he stood. His schedule as head captain didn’t allow him free time at the best of moments and yet Nanao somehow found herself overencumbered trying to fit ‘Lunch with Y/N <3’ into Shunsui’s schedule.
“I don’t see why you don’t make things official with her. Everyone already knows that you two are sickeningly in love with each other”, Nanao would frequently complain.
Shunsui would always fix her with a look that would make her regret saying anything and reply, “Matters of the heart can’t be rushed.”
If you asked Nanao, it was all arbitrary bullshit. If she voiced that particular complaint however, Shunsui would “remind” her that she’d “understand when you have someone to love”.
Glitter in the sky, glitter in our eyes//Shining just the way we are
“Oh Shunsui, this is lovely.”
As you cooed over the late-night picnic that he set up, he took a moment to examine your features. The curve of your mouth, the slope of your nose, the reverent way your hair framed your face. Everything about you looked lovely as usual, bathed in moonlight however…
He’d give you anything you wanted.
When you looked at him with those eyes, endlessly rich and glittering with the light of the night sky, he couldn’t help but yearn to kiss you. Even just a gentle press against your lips, oh how he’d kiss you so lovingly. He’d hold you so gently and ask if he could have just one more, one more, one more.
Your gaze flickered down to his lips.
He ran his tongue over them and he swore your eyes grew darker.
You placed a tentative hand into his hair, nervous but sure fingers weaving their way into his tresses. He swears then and there that he has never loved his hair more (if only so that there’s more of him for you to touch).
He cups your face with his hand. You lean into his palm and smile. He feels that weightless feeling come back as he leans forward to feel that smile against his skin when--
“Oh Shunsui look! Did you know there were going to be fireworks tonight?”
He did, it’s one of the reasons he planned a date on the rooftop of his home. He wanted you to see the fireworks and he wanted to see the way your skin would look bathed in the multi-colored light. He doesn’t regret the way your face lights up, this time in awe, but he does wish the timing could’ve been a little better.
He supposes the feeling of your body pressed against his is an apt substitute.
I feel like we're forever, every time we get together//But whatever, let's get lost on Mars
It is not long after the night with the fireworks that Shunsui decides that maybe Nanao was right. He found that the temptation of you was far too much for him to bear. He’d been distracted since that night with thoughts of you, driven himself half mad wondering what could’ve been if he’d leaned in a fraction sooner.
It isn’t until he visits your office for a quick cup of tea (something that both you and Nanao have scolded him for) that he has this realization however. You tell him that you don’t have much time to chat, Seireitei Communications is running some special issue from what he can recall, but you’re happy to spend this time with him.
As you get up, telling him he’s free to stay as long as he’d like, “Although, you really should get back to work Shunsui, you’ll stress poor Nanao out”, and leave, he feels a sinking feeling for the first time in relation to you. It all just clicks for him that he wants the feelings he has with you to last forever. He wants a lifetime of levitating, of your joy, of your glittering eyes locked onto him, he wants you for as long as you’ll have him.
He realizes that the fluttering feeling comes back at the mere thought of calling you his spouse.
As he floats back to his office (he isn’t quite sure that his feet ever touch the ground), confusing every person he passes along the way, he places an order for a ring and decides to have a talk with you after things settle down.
Later, when you drop by his office with snacks as a small pick-me-up, you ask him what’s got him so giddy. He merely replies with a look that turns heated the longer he looks at you. It softens at the adorably flustered way you mess with your hair and look away from him. You try your damnedest to avoid making eye contact with him, squirming in such a way that, if he were less of a gentleman he’d pull you close and feel how affected one look made you.
As it stands, he decides he can wait a little longer.
‘You want me, I want you, baby’
After mulling it over, he decides he wants the proposal to be a private affair. The entirety of the Sereitei may know of your feelings for each other but that didn’t mean they needed to see this. He wanted to keep the way that your face-- nightsky eyes glimmering-- would light up to himself. He never considered himself to be a selfish man but he supposed when it came to you, everything became unexpected.
He still remembers the way his stomach, twisted in knots, became miraculously clear when you smiled. He asked if marriage was what you wanted, if it was ok to marry you. All the more reason to keep the proposal private, it’s much harder to reject a public suit from the captain of the 13 Court Guard Squads (you’d still reject him if you wanted regardless, another reason he was nervous).
You looked at him, trying to piece together what he was asking before deciding on your answer. “I’d love to marry you if that’s what you’re asking me Shunsui.” Somehow, your smile grew even larger, he wasn’t sure what his face looked like but he’s sure his grin matched yours.
Just thinking back to that day makes this moment all the more important. In the weeks following that conversation, you’d joked that you’d be eagerly awaiting his next move. He’d welcomed the challenge, stupidly. Now he was standing here fretting over if the grass was green enough, what if you suddenly became allergic to his shampoo-- He hoped that you wouldn’t notice the clamminess of his hands.
Another power that you found yourself ordained with, making the great Head Captain nervous. He could sense your spiritual pressure before you, which made him snap out of ‘panic mode’ into ‘focused commander mode’.
When he saw you, dressed up beautifully, jewels in your braided hair. He relaxed incrementally, this wasn’t a battle to be won, you were the one he loved. He was proposing, all he had to do was speak from the heart (easy) and hope you’d accept (he was sure you would but he was nonsensical at the best of times).
He saw recognition in your eyes, like a loose thread that has finally been tucked back into place. Your eyes tear up as he moves to ask you the question that has plagued his mind for months.
You nearly burst into tears, nodding happily and sealing your engagement with a kiss.
I'm levitating
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Izuru: Hey, can we stay in your room tonight?
Momo: Hey Of course but Why?
Izuru: *sigh* Shuhei fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours pretty bad.
Rukia: Renji doesn't know how to banish spirits, so he’s just throwing around salt at them and yelling "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"
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payback.
BLEACH | mayuri kurotsuchi x reader
rating: 18+ smut
summary: you are mayuri’s newest fourth seat who enjoys testing the limits of his patience. little do you know, you’ve gotten deeper under his skin than you’re aware of.
or: in which mayuri, bursting with sexual frustration, fucks himself in front of/with your gigai
tw/cw: 18+ only, afab reader, female pronouns, dubcon leaning towards noncon (highly dubious if gigais can consent), mouthfucking, masturbation, degradation, legit mayuri calls you only awful names lmfao, mayuri likes your mammaries, references to age gap (kind of??? i mean he’s old as shit and you’re younger but def an adult too), power dynamics, control issues, gigai... fucking... only slightly crack
word count: 2k
my christmas present last year for @unohanadaydreams! she has given me permission to post here
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Mayuri Kurotsuchi prided himself on his ingenuity. He was the pioneer of some of Seireitei’s finest technological staples–the new Soul communicators, gigai that stretched and shaped to one’s reiatsu. Nevermind the fact that he had inherited his lab from a former conniving blonde taicho It was purely his own intellectual proclivities that had propelled Seireitei into the modern world, despite his forebearer’s accomplishments. He had created artificial life, had stretched the very limits of one’s imagination for what could be created.
But there was one thing that he did not create, one invention that served to only infuriate him whenever anyone and everyone around him reminded him of its existence.
“Oh? So you possess some of his junk, too?”
You looked up from the shiny, new–he sniffed distastefully–ineffectual plastic swill in your hands. Cheaply designed. Mass-produced. A knockoff of what true genius is.
The cellphone.
“Taicho! It’s not junk. It’s a modern method of communication. If you bothered to play around with it like one of your other little toys, I’m sure you’d like it–”
“Do not even speak to me about that man’s inferior creations!” Mayuri seethed.
He ground his teeth together, feeling the joints in his earpiece grind. Did he not make it clear his distaste for that man’s designs? Did you not even bother to read the training manual, which explicitly had a section about this kind of thing? How much more did he have to spell it out to his mindless, dim-witted subordinates that they were not to tamper with Urahara’s inventions?!
“Akon, you useless cretin, please inform (Y/N) of our policy about those asinine contraptions–”
Akon looked up from something in his hands. Oh. Oh no. Hellfire. Was that–was that truly—
Mayuri felt his temper rise once again.
“Oh, uh, sorry, taicho. (Y/N) sent me a funny meme and I just—” Mayuri crossed his arms together, scowling. Akon quickly shoved his phone into the pocket of his hakama. “Of course, taicho. No phones allowed. We all know the policy.”
Mayuri whirled around, smacking the phone away from your hands. It landed on the floor with a sickening crack. You yelped, scrambling for it. A twisted smile curled on his lips. Heh. As he thought, such an inferior creation couldn’t even stand the mere force of physics–
“It’s a good thing Urahara threw in a screen protector for free!” you said gleefully, holding up the cracked phone screen. Mayuri noted with disgust that only the plastic surface broke, the glass screen behind it remarkably intact. He ignored the small kindle of interest in him at its sheer indestructibility.
He sneered. He absolutely hated that man.
–
Mayuri, to his defense, did not think much of his particular detestation towards your adoration of his former taicho. He was after all, inundated with several comparisons of his accomplishments to Urahara’s. It would make any scientist ticked off.
But what did make him pause is the fact that whenever he thought of Urahara, the sound of your voice would grate his ears.
“Urahara-san is such a genius. Look at his newest invention, Kurotsuchi-taicho!”
“Wow, I wish I’d been around when he was Head of the Shinigami Research Institute.”
Mayuri had several hypotheses over his irrepressible annoyance towards your adoration of his former taicho. Neither of them more plausible than the others.
One, you were a new recruit, his new fourth seat. It could be a generational thing–he wanted to instill upon your idiotic, misguided mind the importance of his research. You had a startling lack of respect towards authority; your response to his threats to chain you to his lab room and pick apart your brain were followed merely by a waggle of your brows, a certain suggestive air.
“Promise that, taicho? I find men who want to pick apart my brain irresistible.”
He howled at you, flung every name in the book, asked what kind of uncultivated manner the Sixth Division had instilled you. No wonder they’d shipped you off to his division--the thought of Byakuya Kuchiki, Mr. Prim and Noble, putting up with your lib? Inconceivable.
But still–perhaps he could mold you. You, his budding protege. Mayuri never took to the mentor role, despised most other peons, but you–
You.
Many times he had caught his stare lingering on the way your shihakusho stretched across your bosom, the smart glint of your glasses when you’d discovered something, the smooth curve to your palms. At first, he chalked it up to mere curiosity. Your back must’ve hurt with the sizable weight of your chest; glasses were an unfortunate defect; your hands were far too delicate to be those of a dedicated scientist–you must have hardly worked in the labs.
Naturally, he found himself thinking of how he could improve on you. Modifications–surely, you would let him.
But soon he found his thoughts shifted from those of improvement, to that of your body. Your breasts, pliant and soft, brushing past him as you moved to grasp a plasma sample. His usual urge to avoid all physical contact entwined with a strange kind of longing: to tear at your shihakusho to grasp your skin in its entirety.
Night after night he’d spent with himself in hand, stroking incessantly, your marvel over his achievements fresh in mind.
“Taicho, you’re a genius!”
“The way you optimized the reactors was incredible, taicho. Very impressive.”
Yes, you peon. Revel in his intellect, the things he could teach you.
How would you take to his seed, he wondered? Did you, a lowly lab assistant, even deserve his attention?
Much less his carnal desire to shut up your incessant questions with acts so depraved it made him even wonder if they were physically possible?
Urahara wouldn’t know how to handle a protege like you. It was better that you were in Mayuri’s hands, so that he could train you, mold you like clay beneath his palms.
He cums over his fist with a howl, gritting his teeth at the hot lava flowing through his digits. He scowls at the mess it leaves behind, thick remnants of his rapture dripping onto the ground.
Time to make Akon clean it up.
–
Urahara’s gigai. A fine creation. The fact that you left yours lying around uninhabited on a mission in the Human World though? Careless. He thought he’d taught you better.
Mayuri was on his own kind of reconnaissance, of course, collecting samples of reishi when he found it lying inside the bedroom of some human. He scowled, approaching your gigai. He nudged it with a foot before scowling and crouching down. Did it contain your likeness? Exactly so?
It was with scientific curiosity that he began a hands-on examination.
Surely Urahara could do better work, he thought. The gigai’s lips were far too thin, her pallor too sickly. Mayuri, with a specific kind of scientific detachment, groped her breast. Based on his measurements, she was slightly flatter. He scoffed. Mayuri would have made a more accurate replica, he thought, frowning as he continued to squeeze your breast.
He wanted to perform a test. Just how much was this gigai in the likeness of you?
He removed his cock from his trousers, with a dim kind of awareness that he was already half-hard. Hm. Perhaps he was not so unaffected by Kisuke’s creation as he assumed, he thought
A hiss escaped his mouth as he gripped his painted cock, pumping it several times. This was all your fault. If you had just been a docile thing, let him experiment on you like he asked; if you hadn’t been such a spitfire thing, calling into question him being out of date with things, perhaps he wouldn’t need to resort to such demeaning acts like this.
Yes, this was all your fault.
You were the reason his hand was flying over his cock like he was some kind of pubescent oaf, intent on thinking only with his mind and what was the next hole to fill. He hated you, hated the way you made him uncannily aware of the physicality of his own body, of what he could do to you–
He ground his teeth together hard, the joints in his ear popping, as his grip encircled the head of his cock. His pleasure felt near bursting, his other hand clutching the edge of the table.
In lieu of punishing your soul, due to the new “anti-sexual harassment” policies that that damned Shunsui instated, the wicked thought occured to him: he should punish your gigai like this. Yes. It was the perfect kind of revenge.
Mayuri pinched a muscle in the jaw of your gigai that had your jaw staying open. Good. He slowly eased his cock inside, hissing at the gummy feel of your mouth.
Yes, he grunted, as he set up a steady pace, pistoning his hips into your mouth. This suited you. Pliant, obedient, quiet. Letting him tarnish you. He felt his balls clench at the thought of you bowing before him.
“Mayuri-sama,” you would plead, with that same kind of spark in your eye. “Please–experiment with me as you’d like!”
He smacked your chest, reveling in the jiggle. Well. Perhaps Kisuke got one thing right. His hand was like a vice on the softness of your gigai’s tit, squeezing hard enough to certainly leave a mark. Good, he thought. That way some remnant of his carnal moment would be left on you.
You deserved to feel pain to the point of pleasure, just as you had inflicted on him.
He thrust the entirety of his dick into your gigai’s mouth, hissing when the head of his cock nudged the back of your throat.
“You asinine fledgling,” he grunted. “How dare you–captivate me so. I should have your head on a pike outside my division, you harlot.”
He moved his hips back, before thrust hard into the inside of your cheek.
“I abhor you,” Mayuri hissed, his hips bucking into your mouth almost automatically, chasing the tight warmth of your throat. “I d-detest your ilk. I–I should have you t-transferred from my division.”
“You–absolute–swine–agh.”
He came down your throat with a shudder, grimacing as he felt his seed ooze out from your mouth, saw it spill from between your gigai’s lips. He wiped it off with your sleeve, before tucking himself back into his pants.
With a prickling sense of accomplishment, he realized he had left a smidge of purple paint between your lips. Heh.
He took a picture with his own device, a much superior version of Kisuke’s cellphone.
For his reference. In case he decided to further experiment on recreating you.
—
“Well well well, to what do I owe the pleasure, miss?”
You snorted, throwing Urahara a lofty glance.
“You know why I’m here, Kisuke.”
He gripped the rim of his hat, pursing his lips. “Are your attempts to seduce the crazy scientist going well?”
You grimaced, shaking your head.
“You know how he is... he’d sooner dissect my corpse than take me up on my offer for dinner.”
“Nah?” Urahara hums thoughtfully. “Well then… why don’t you try this?” he said, tossing you a vial. “Makes even the most rational man lose it.”
–
After your mini-detour, you returned to your gigai, and smacked your lips together immediately once you noticed something was wrong. Just what was this taste in your mouth? Salty and bitter….
Not to mention the paint smeared on your lips. You would have to talk to Kisuke about the kind of shenanigans your gigai got up to….
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In the mood. (Reader x Any Character)
AN: this was so so random. *smh*. Any character from any fandom is to your liking! Enjoy ☺️
You’re breathless.
He’s sitting behind you kissing you passionately while he lifts up your bra and his fingertips are rubbing your hardened nipples very gently.
He smiles in the kiss when he sees you take his other hand and you’re rubbing your clit on his fingertips and eventually grinding on it until lifts it to rubs the slickness between his fingertips.
The lewd action is happening right front of your face that it made you impatient - you want to put his hand back where it was before.
He chuckles when he heard You whine and look up to him. So he lies down on his back and your back on top of his chest.
Legs hooked over his own and he put two fingers inside you with a thumb rubbing your clit. Your head falls back on his shoulder and you start bucking.
The feeling is too good that you put your hand on top of his own to keep it there as you turned your head to tongue kiss him.
His fingers covered in your wetness feels you clenching that he groans and puts his other hand on your hips to anchor you as he starts grinding on your ass above him.
Your eyes closed only focused on his fingers as he pumps you fast. You’re getting close to your climax when you start to pulsate uncontrollably that you lift yourself up to ride his fingers quickly until you’re squirting all over the bed sheets and on his and your thighs.
Still in the reversed position. Both of his hands on your hips as he slowly starts stroking his cock to cover it with your slickness; you still feel your sensitive bud pulsate at the sensation that you start to grind on him.
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