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AEIWAM canon fun fact for no reason: Zaraki Kenpachi 100% fully believes in, and practices, tarot reading.
The deck he's using is, of course, completely sideways of a conventional tarot. There are no suits, not properly faces, as the deck is entirely comprised of Cards* that he picked up at some point and felt a connect with.
The Garbage Tarot is accurate to the point of violence, will happily tell people about the present or past but gets huffy and sarcastic if you try to prognosticate too much or too specifically. It will never tell anyone how they will die but will practically spell the name and address of who they're going to marry. Or murder. Sometimes both. You get to figure that part out, asshole.
It also seems to work only for Zaraki- even touching the deck can lead to disaster, at least according to Renji who tried to use it once and immediately had the worst run of luck of his life for a week that culminated in a monkey attack and having to get the rabies shots.
Despite its accuracy and the fact it shares Zaraki's peculiar sense of humor, he doesn't use it often. "I ask it when it's an emergency or it tells me it's got news. Otherwise, it's resting. What would happen if you kick in my door in the middle of the night to ask me about your love life? I'd fuckin' castrate you, that's what. Leave it."
* "Cards" here meaning "approximately 3x5 inch flat rectangle-ish objects with two different sides that can be shuffled. This includes, but is not limited to: beer mats he scribbled important names and addresses on, Smutty polaroids he found in the back of a desk drawer, a Christmas card, a compact mirror, laminated natural objects like flowers and snakeskin, swathes of fabric, tile, the checkout cards from Library copies of famous literature, postcards, business cards, academic flash cards, the very small menu of a seafood restaurant, and a handful or normal playing and tarot cards just to be funny.
It makes a horrible noise when shuffled.
Mayuri despises it, calling it superstitious bullshit and refusing Zaraki's offer to do a reading before an important project. Mayuri flounced from the building in disgust, and as soon as he set a toe outside, he was strick by lightning.
Unohana was disappointed that he'd believe in cartomancy at first but she's kept careful notes on the results of the draws and how things turn out and there's always an element of confirmation bias but she's slightly alarmed that it may actually work. To be fair, that would only be the fourth or fifth most improbable thing about Zaraki.
#aeiwam#an elephant is warm and mushy#bleach#bleach fanfic#kenpachi zaraki#mayuri kurotsuchi#retsu unohana#renji abarai#tarot
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⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ knockout x renji abarai
✧ summary there’s no better way for renji to celebrate a big win than to spend the night with y/n.
✧ content warnings reader described as a black woman who uses she/pronouns. feisty!reader, chubby!reader x undergroundfighter!renji. modern au — no bleach verse. told in first POV — renji’s. mentions of stitches and bruises. usage of profanity, praise kink, cowgirl position, nipple play, facefucking — renji will finish in reader’s, squirting. terms of endearment — baby, sweetheart, angel, etc. reader and renji are in their late twenties.
✧ author’s note hello, hello. i am here with a fic that’s not jjk for once in my life, lmfao. this idea has been in my drafts since january 2023, and it was just sitting there collecting dusts on my old tumblr. but i said i was going to do more bleach characters, so here we go. first time writing renji, so if this ain’t how you see him, oops. still enjoy. also didn't really focus on the underground!fighter portion as much. but maybe i will if there's a next time. support me by liking, commenting, and reblogging this post. i would greatly appreciate it. AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS AND MINORS— DO NOT INTERACT.
I know she told me not to come by after the fight, but I needed to.
I won.
I fucking won, and there’s no other way for me to celebrate winning ten thousand dollars than to be with Y/N.
Well, that’s if she’s still not mad at me.
Before I left for my match, we got into an argument. A huge one. She doesn’t like that I fight for a living, let alone illegal underground fighting. I mean—I get it. Seeing someone you care about constantly getting his ass beat isn’t a sight worth seeing.
But fighting is all I know.
I had a shitty childhood. Didn’t know who the hell my parents were since they gave me up at birth for adoption. Jump around in foster care homes until the mothers got sick of me and kicked me out in the streets. Survival was basically forced on me.
Fighting is what kept me alive. For food. Clothes. A place to lay my head. Whether I lost or won, I know the reason why I’m alive today is because I’m a fighter.
It wasn’t until I was eighteen when I found out about the world of underground fighting. Ten years deep and I know nothing else.
Y/N knows this about me. She understands I didn’t have it easy and never judged me. But that doesn’t mean she agrees with my lifestyle.
She came to a few fights in the beginning. Eventually, she got tired of seeing me stitched up almost every weekend.
Shit, me too.
However, after tonight, I feel good about my future wins. I busted my ass in training, so now I don’t have to hear shit about anymore losses.
Even if right now I’m stitched up and have a black eye. I feel good.
Great.
Better if Y/N opens the door after keeping me waiting out in the cold for the past ten minutes.
I know she’s awake. She has a habit of staying up late, studying for med school. And plus, I haven’t messaged or called her yet. Despite her not showing up to my fights, she still wants an update afterwards that I made it out alive.
“Y/N, let me in,” I say, knocking loudly on her apartment door. “You know I don’t care about making a scene.”
After a few more obnoxious knocks, the door finally swings open and I am met with deep russet skin, tight curls, and chocolate-colored eyes that pierce an annoyed look in my direction.
“What do you want?” She bites out. “I’m busy.”
I smirk and hold the bag of money in the air. “I won.”
“Congrats.” Her tone is flat and she tries to slam the door in my face, but I placed my foot to stop it from closing. “Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously. Are you really still mad at me?” I teasingly ask.
“You won. I said congrats. What more do you want?”
I shrugged. “I’m locked out of my apartment.”
She arches a brow at me, already recognizing my bullshit ass excuse of being locked out of my apartment.
Y/N knows me. She knows I would do anything to be in her presence, so going back and forth in forty degree weather is pointless.
Her pretty brown hues travels across my face and body, examining the stitches and bruises that probably has her wondering, who the fuck treated him?
Me. But that’s besides the point.
A deep sign escapes her mouth when she realizes I’m not going anywhere until she lets me in, so she opens her door wider and turns her back to me to walk further inside her apartment.
“Sit,” she orders, which I happily do so while chuckling to myself.
While Y/N goes to the bathroom (assuming she’s getting a med kit to fix my shitty patch job), I take advantage of staring at her round ass that’s barely covered in those tiny boy shorts. Every step she takes it jiggles, creating an ocean of waves I’m eager to swim in.
I get comfortable while I wait, taking off my skully, sweater, and any other form of heavy clothing that would cause me to sweat in her heated apartment.
“I’m going to start charging you if you keep fucking coming to my apartment like this, Renji,” Y/N snapped, walking with the kit in her hand as expected.
“Outside of paying for your tuition, I can think of other ways to repay you.”
She rolls her eyes at my suggestive comment. “Get over yourself, Abarai.”
I let out a snort before she stands in front of me and tilt up my chin to start making work on my face.
She’s cute when she’s mad. Huffing and puffing while whispering slick comments under breath. But how she’s handling my face by moving it around with force rushes blood straight to my groin.
I’m getting hard.
Hard as shit, and it’s not helping that I’m in close proximity with her.
That jasmine lavender scent that circulates through my senses. Looking up at her full lips that’s coated with gloss. Then, lowering my gaze to her tits that’s big, naturally saggy, and pretty. My mouth is watering at the sight of her nipples hardening.
And I don’t know if it’s because she feels that I’m checking her out or the coldness outside is affecting her.
Either way, I’ll act on it.
Taking it upon myself, I grab the back of her thighs to pull her on my lap. As if she’s used to my antics, it doesn’t catch her off guard and she continues to clean up my wounds.
“You’re all bloody up with a black eye and somehow you still have the energy to be a pervert,” she retorts.
I move one of hands to her ass, massaging comforting circles. “For you? Yeah.”
The quiet between us was comfortable until she opted to speak again. “So… who’d you fight?”
“Some huge motherfucker. I thought I was going to die.”
She leans back to grab more alcohol and dabs it above my brow. “Maybe that’s what needed to have you stop fucking fighting.”
I throw my head back to laugh, but she grabs my chin to bring my face forward. “Like you want me dead.” My hands creep beneath her cheeks to pull her closer to me and apply more pressure to my cock. “That’s what you want?”
“That came out my mouth, Abarai?”
“Why are you still mad at me?”
She scoffs. “Why am I mad that you’re practically coming to me everyday with a busted face and broken ribs?” That’s one thing I love about Y/N—her feisty personality. It turns me on so fucking much because I know when I fuck her, it’ll be a different story.
Continuing, she says, “I think I would be a little more satisfied if you did this professionally as opposed to underground. Underground doesn’t come with insurance, Ren.”
“Aw, you care about me that much?” My question was supposed to be posed as a joke, but the look on her pretty face says otherwise.
“Fucking asshole. I don’t know why I still deal with your ass.”
“Probably because you love me.”
“Probably not.”
Gripping her hips, I pull her with me and lean back into the headrest of the couch. We’re inches away from our mouths cooling and I take advantage of this proximity by basking in her sweet smelling breath and beauty.
Simply because Y/N exists, my cocks hardens for her. Holding her in my arms. Feeling her pussy against my erection and breasts suffocating pressed on my chest. Girlfriend or not, she’s mine.
And she knows it.
I can see how she looks at me, even when mad, that she cares and loves me. Y/N is a tough girl. I can only imagine what she’s been through. Still, she manages to soften up just for me.
We never made it official since she doesn’t approve of the underground shit, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop asking.
“So when are you going to say yes to being my girlfriend?” I whisper.
She tries breaking from my embrace, but I tighten my grip. “Renji…”
“You feel my dick pressed against you, right? It only makes it harder when you say my name like that, Y/N.”
“Be real with me… will you keep doing this shit forever?” Her eyes waver as she awaits my answer and I can’t help the guilt from pinging my chest.
“If it lessens my chance of being with you, no.”
She searches my face for hesitance or deceit, however, she finds nothing because I meant what I said. Y/N is the only person that looks at me like I’m a human, and I wouldn’t let my obsession with fighting get in the way of our future together.
How she tucks her coil behind her ear and nips down on her lower lip shows me the bit of vulnerability she reserves for me.
So—I take advantage of it.
In less than three seconds my lips were on hers. I take my time relishing those sweet, plump and plush, strawberry flavored lips.
I can feel the skepticism from Y/N while kissing her, maybe because she’s trying to put on this show that she’s still mad at me. But soon, her rigid body melts into mine and returns the kiss.
Our heavy breaths mingle, increasing in speed the more aggressive we lock lips. She begins rolling her hips onto my cock and I let out a grunt, feeling the moisture of her pussy liquefying on me.
The slaps I leave on her ass are harsh, causing her to bite my bottom lip and suck it into her mouth. Y/N is so fucking aggressive it drives me nuts. She gives me a high and adrenaline not even a fight could give.
“Pull your dick out, Ren,” she orders through muffled moans and our kiss.
“Fucking bossing me around to give you cock? Not mad at me anymore?” Y/N ignores my taunt and works her hands between us to untie my sweats. I hiss at the feel of her cool hands engulfing my dick to give it a few pumps.
She must not know what her touch does to me. She handles my cock like she owns it, and gosh, I fucking love that shit. My fingers gently tangle into her coils to deepen our kiss, but she soon gets up to strip her clothes.
Fuck… Fuck, she’s so goddamn sexy. I’ll never get tired of her thick body, filled with soft dips and curves. I look at her, observe her like she’s an expensive piece of art hung up at a museum because that’s what I see her as.
Pretty pussy leaking arousal and I smirk to myself, thinking how she had all that attitude earlier while being wet for me like she didn’t want me inside of her.
“You’re fucking beautiful. You know that?” I ask, massaging her tits and looking up at her. “You still have that attitude or are you going to come ride my cock like a good girl?”
She gently pushes me back against the couch with her lips on mine and straddles my lap. “Depends on if you’re going to be a good boy and take this pussy.”
“Shit, angel. I will.”
Y/N hums while reaching around to align my cock with her sex. Two seconds later, she slowly sinks down my length until I’m buried into the hilt. That soft lingering fuck that slips past her pretty lips sounds sexy as hell and has my dick twitching in response.
I can’t bust now. Not yet. Even if the tightness and heat of her pussy pushes me off the edge of a mountain. Her pussy is so warm, so fucking warm, fat, and wet. Gosh, I don’t ever think I can be without this pussy.
I throw my head back and savor this feeling, but Y/N had other plans for me.
“Remember to look at me when I’m riding you, Ren,” she coos. “Eyes on me, baby. I want you to see how much I love this dick inside my pussy.”
Fucking Christ. “Tell me how much you love it while bouncing on me.”
And she does just that. Telling me how big and girthy I am, that she’s sorry for giving me attitude and admits that she just wanted dick. But no. I want her to fuck me like she’s mad. I need that type of energy pumping through my veins after this win tonight.
I reassure Y/N and tell her to fuck me harder. Her pace quickens and slaps her ass fervently against my cock. I can’t stop moaning her name. The wet slippery noises coming from her pussy increases in volume and it creates a mess between us.
This is where I belong, deep in her pussy and feeling her walls squeeze the hell out of me. I don’t even hold her hips or waist. I relax comfortably with my arms sprawl over the top of her couch, watching how gorgeous she looks while fucking what’s hers.
“Oh, fuck, Renji,” she moans, tugging her lips inwards and lolling her head to the side in complete pleasure.
Those perfect, full tits bounces in my face and I can’t help but stare and become mesmerized. Light marks that resemble tiger stripes decorated the valley of breasts. Her nipples, pebbled and straining underneath my gaze, look desperate for my touch.
I take it upon myself to pinch them between my fingers and a soft shriek escapes her mouth, further arching her back.
Y/N keeps getting wetter by the second, every bounce she makes. And hearing her sticky arousal, I know and see how she’s creaming my cock. Purposely, I sit myself on the couch, thrusting up in her a bit to feel my head hit her g spot.
“Ren, help me little,” she begs through a whimper. “Fuck me back.”
I caress her cheeks with the back of my head. “Yeah? You want me to help you, sweetheart?”
“Please.”
God, I love it when she’s needy for me like this.
In no time, my hands are at her waist and my thrusts meet with her jumping movements. Y/N isn't loud when it comes to her sounds of pleasure. Vocal, yes. But right now, her moans and whimpers are louder than usual.
It’s like she needed my dick inside of pussy just as much as I needed it.
I see the desire in her brown hues. I feel the heat radiating off Y/N’s skin while my fingers dig into her flesh, holding her in place to pound upwards into her pussy.
This is what I wanted—to fuck my girl after a well deserved win. And she’s going to congratulate me how I want.
My lips are at her neck leaving wet kisses and sucking her flesh until purple specks form. “Coming home to this good fucking pussy. Gosh, I love how you feel, angel. Going to fucking mean it now when you say congrats?”
“Congratulations, baby,” she purrs, slamming harder on my cock. “You did good… so damn good, Ren.”
I hum, dragging my tongue along her neck. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Y/N continues to gasps out her pleas for me to fuck harder. I comply… I comply in helping my pretty girl come and savor the look when she washes over me. My grips are firm on her waist, betting that’ll leave marks when she wakes up the next poor, and drive my cock deeper into her pussy.
I’m in pure awe. I feel my own releasing catching up to me the more I watch her take me. This is my woman. My fucking girl. I come home to this every night after every fight to hold her in my arms and fuck her.
Her name from my mouth sounds like a broken record when I moan her name. This fat, gushy, slick and tight pussy has this power over me. She won’t stop fucking squeezing me, I can’t prevent my face from growing hot. It’s intense how I feel right now, and it’s all because of Y/N.
“Good, good fucking pussy. God, you’re so fucking good to me, angel face,” I rasp, pecking her lips. “You’re going to come for me?”
“Yes, Renji, baby. I’m going to come. Keep giving me that dick. Please don’t stop, please.”
“Put your fingers in my mouth.” She does quick with my command. I suck on her digits and coat them well with saliva before pushing them out of my mouth. “Now rub your clit, pretty girl. I wanna see you squirt everywhere.”
Because she’s overwhelmed with arousal, Y/N stops bouncing on my cock and allows me to fuck her while she plays with clit. Her mouth hangs gape, drool slightly coating the side of her mouth and breathing heavily.
My balls slap her ass. My head kisses her soft cushion repeatedly. Her velvet walls transfer warmth to my cock and the bubble that rests in the pit of my stomach is on the verge of explosion.
I’m about to come. Hard.
But I need her to come first.
“Fucking come for me, Y/N. Keep playing with that pretty pussy and moan my name,” I grit out, pushing past all my thrusts.
“Right there, Renji. Keep fucking me right there… I’m–oh, fuck–I’m coming.”
She’s so pretty when she comes. Dark brown porcelain complexion, slick with sweat. Eyes rolling to the back of her head. Pussy clenching and unclenching around my cock. Moaning, whimpering my name back to back.
She’s breathless. Flawless. I have this image of her painted perfectly in my mind. Watching Y/N come, makes me come, so I make quick work to pull her off my lap. And she knows exactly what I want–to fuck my release down her throat.
Her mouth is as warm as her pussy, and I let out hitched breaths and harsh grunts when she swallows me whole. I’m relentless when forcing her head down on my cock as I facefuck her. The gurgling noises she makes are obscene. Pornogrpahic, even.
And what caused my come to shoot through her mouth is seeing that she’s still massaging her clit, eventually squirting all over her wooden floors.
My hips stutter and I throw my head back to moan into the air. “Fuck, Y/N! That’s my fucking girl. Look at you making a mess while choking on my cock and swallowing my come.”
Y/N takes it upon herself to wrap her lips tighter around my cock and massage my balls, ensuring every single last of my nut has released in her mouth. I take it for a while, but I soon become sensitive, practically feeling my skin being sucked off.
“Easy now, angel,” I say through an airy chuckle. I pull my cock out and her mouth echoes a pop sound.
She whines a little because I’m no longer in her mouth and it causes me to smirk because it wasn’t too long ago where she acted like she hated me.
My hand grasps her chin and guides it upwards to meet with my eyes. “You swallowed for me, Y/N? Open up.” She nods, sticking her tongue out. “Perfect.”
“You’re going to fuck me again?” She asks, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.”
Gosh, this woman will be the death of me.
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Hello my Tumblr Peeps😃👍Since the votes in the polls that will determine which characters will be in the 3rd head cannon(?) and the 4th head cannon(?) fanfics that pertain "after sex shower" are set in stone based on which characters have the highest percentage in votes and which characters have the lowest votes, per poll. Considering I did promise the characters with the highest votes per poll will be in the 3rd head cannon fanfic, I will be be writing about the winning characters per poll😃👍 Needless to say, based on the polls these 5 characters with the most votes will be in this "after sex shower" head cannon(?) fanfic, however 5 of the characters I will treat a little differently than I did in the polls, however the surprise character will be the #6 character for this head cannon😃👍
🚿🫢Your Time With Him In The Shower (And After The Shower) After The Smut Fest 3🫢🚿
Genres: Smut, Head Cannon(?), After Sex Shower Aftercare Fluff, and Other Forms Of Sex Aftercare (Warning +18 ⚠️: Degradation, Praise Kink, Language, After Sex Praise Kink, Trigger Warning (contains a character that might be controversial if not completely controversial (if any character does trigger you in this fanfic, however enjoy any of the other characters, please scroll past that character😅)) oral sex, boob groping, hickies, bite marks, ass grabbing, depending on the reader's imagination, slight nipple play, vaginal penitration, love tap type of ass spanking, language)
⭐New Character (For Me) To Write About
Gray Fullbuster (Fairy Tail)
*After Gray emptied himself inside of your pussy, he would touch your face and whisper, "Okay sweetheart... Since you took me in well long enough for me to cum inside you... Now I'm going to take good care of you...", knowing that he fucked you to the point you became cock drunk (which you enjoyed that from him). He would then kiss your forehead before picking you up, carrying you in his arms, until the both of you got inside his bathroom. He would then start taking a shower with you after the both of you arrive in his bathroom.
*Gray would wash your hair with your favorite shampoo and conditioner, then wash you up with one of your favorite soaps (and wash cloth). As much as he prefers to wash himself strictly, he would sometimes let you wash him, while he still is washing yourself. He still will keep an eye on you in the shower to makesure nothing happens you, since he did ram his cock inside your pussy during sex earlier.
*After the both of you finished taking a shower together, Gray will use your towel to dry off your body, then he will go straight to putting you in warm pajamas, then carry you to back to his room to put you on the bed fir you to lay in, before he does go back to the to dry himself off quickly. He would come back to his room dressed in his usual clothes, as he found you on the bed asleep, which he finds very cute, so while you're asleep, he will gently pet your head and whispers in a praise to you about how much of a good girl you are to him, before he snuggles you up next to him, as you become his spoon.
Shidou Ryusei (Blue Lock)
*"What a naughty slut you are, (Female Reader Name)... Your tight pussy even had me over fill that hole with my cum before I had a chance to pull my cock out...", Shidou cooed, as he laughed in a degrading way, at the sight of over filling your pussy to the point some of his cum seaped outside of your hole covering his cock, due to him fucking you so hard and so much, where you got cock drunk. He will let you get up and walk, he would walk with you and hold one of your arms behind his neck (and his shoulders ofcourse) on your (and his) way to the bathroom the both of you share together, because as much as he gets amused with you struggling with letting you walk without any form of help, he feels it would be too easy for him to let you do so. When the both of start taking a shower together he would joke about the bite marks and hickies around your neck.
*Shidou would let you wash him up with his special bodywash, however after that he would have you suck on his cock, claiming to reward you to clean his dick in the shower this way. After he cums inside your mouth, he will praise, "You look so cute with your mouth sucking on my cock like that... Now here's your reward for doing an amazing job, my sexy, pixie, demon...", before washing your body. So when he rewards you, while washing your body, he will grope your tits (while he's behind you), slightly playing with your nipples, then once he gets done washing you he would touch your clit, as he would coo, "Now let me clean you up down there, my sweet bud...", before turning you around and getting on his knees to eat (and lick) your pussy, until you release yourself inside his mouth.
*Once you and Shidou finished taking a shower together, he would have you dry him off with his towel, while he would grab your ass when he's drying you, considering he is very touch happy with you when it comes to him getting you dry. For night outfits he would have you wear pink and/or black (sometimes pink and white depending on the night) lingerie and some of the lingerie he picks out for you is extremely revealing. After your put on your lingerie, he's having you go straight to snuggling with him, even if he's still completely naked...
Genos (One Punch Man)
*Once Genos came inside of you from you riding on his cock (considering he ended up getting pussy drunk), he would touch your face and the both of you kissed together. After both you and Genos finished kissing he notices a mark on your neck, as he wondered about it, the you explained he must have put a hickey on your neck. His face was red in embarrassment as he would apologize about putting a hickey on your neck, before you assured him that he did nothing wrong and you held his hand before taking his hand to have him walk with you to your bathroom to have him take a shower with you (considering his recent upgrade had him become water proof).
*Genos would be nervous and excited about taking showers, since he is a cyborg, however since him being water proof comes with his recent upgrade, so he would only take a shower, if it involves taking a shower with you. He would wash your body with a loofah and your favorite scented bar soap, while you wash your hair with shampoo and conditioner. He figured, if he's taking a shower with you, he could atleast wash your body and it would be easier on you. (Up to reader's imagination on how Genos body gets wash and if his hair gets washed)
*After you and Genos got done finished taking a shower together, he will ask what clothes you feel like wearing for the night, while he dries your body up with your special towel. Once he gets done drying you off, he will go to your room and get any clothing you picked out for the night, then bring the clothing of your choice back to the bathroom to have you put on to wear for that night. When the both of you went back to your room, he would definitely give you plenty of massages, especially back and shoulder massages. He does this, whenever he still feels bad secretly about putting a hickey on your neck by accident.
Keigo Takami;pro hero name: Hawks (My Hero Academia)
*"I love how good your warm, tight pussy made my cock feel, my tweety bird...", Keigo groaned, while he was fucking you, as you were laying down (on your back) on his bed with your legs wide opened for him, right before he cummed inside of you. "You're always looking, so pretty for me, especially while in this position I had you in... Your pussy always takes takes my dick in, so well...", he would praise, before asking, "Would you like to take a shower with me, (Female Reader Name)?". Ofcourse you wouldn't say know to his charming face and personality. Especially with taking a shower with him.
*Once you and Keigo went inside his bathroom and the both of you start taking a shower together, he definitely he praise you non-stop. Not just on sex... He always find something to praise about you non-stop... He actually loves it when you wash his body with the body wash you bought for him, however he would love it more, if you wash his hair with the shampoo you bought for him as well, because when you wash his hair, it relaxes him more. He will let you wash you body usually, however once in a while he will wash your hair with your own shampoo and conditioner, and will use your body wash to wash your body, before gently giving your ass a love tap.
*Keigo will go straight to drying your body up with your towel he bought you, right after you and Hawks got done taking a shower together, which he enjoys. Keigo would be more than happy to let your dry him up, however he definitely will respect it, if you don't feel like drying him for any reason, as he would dry himself up. He will have you wear some new comfy clothes (that he bought) for you to wear for the night. He would also get himself into comfy clothing that are in men sizes. He would let you cover yourself in a throw blanket, as he would order your favorite food from one of your favorite restaurants, to get delivered at his place for the both of you to eat. Once you and Keigo finished eating the food that was delivered to his place, the both of you then would snuggle together and watch some shows on (Netflix or Hulu) together, until the both of you feel asleep into eachother's arms.
Renji Abarai (Bleach)
*After Renji emptied his cum inside of you, with your legs wrapped around him and while he was fucking you against the wall, he would praise you on how pretty you look while he's fucking you, especially against the wall. He would then move his hands from the wall to (grab) your ass, as he's about to carry you to the shower room, considering he enjoys worshiping your body (this includes your ass) and he's honestly afraid to drop you, if he doesn't have his hands on your ass, due the the position he was having you in while he was fucking you against the wall earlier.
*Renji would let you down after the both of you got to the shower room. During your shower time with him, as someone who would worship your body, he definitely would be more than happy to wash your body (with any soap you like using) and he would offer to wash your hair, too. If you were to ask to wash his body, he would definitely let you (he still would let you, even if you do so, without asking).
*When the both of you got done taking a shower together, he doesn't mind that you dry his body off, however he just like with washing your body, he would seriously use your towel to dry you up, every chance he gets. He will have you wear any kimono he has made for you and considering that he wants atleast few kimonos to match a few of your kimonos, he will sometimes will wear the matching kimono that he has you wear. He will cook some food and (hot beverage of reader's choice) for both you and himself, because of the fact he likes cooking food and making hot beverages for you.
Now For The Surprise Character...
⭐New Character For Me To Write About⭐
Piccolo (Any Dragon Ball series)
*By the time you got done fucking Piccolo in a soft and comfortable chair, he already would empty himself inside of you. After sex he would enjoy you touching his face, even tough it would make him blush. Every time you do invite him to take a shower with you after sex, he usually will accept your invite to take a shower with you, as he does get surprised everytime, you would ask him to.
*During your shower with Piccolo does usually prefer to wash his own body, instead of asking you to wash him, because he worries about being pushy with you just from asking you, so unless you ask or demand him to let you wash his body, he will be washing his own body otherwise. With washing your body, he rather you ask him about washing your body, too. He's just more comfortable with you initiating things, mainly with taking a shower with him. Anything you do praise him about, especially on his looks, anything pertaining sex, and his personality, it would make him blush, however he would definitely loved it and praising him would make him feel more comfortable about himself.
*After your shower time with Piccolo, unless you initiate drying his body off with his huge towel and/or have him dry you up with your towel, he will let you dry yourself up and he will dry his own body off, otherwise. He will usually let you pick your own night clothes to wear, however once in a while you will have him pick out something for you to wear for the night. As for what he will wear for the night, (up to the reader's imagination on what Piccolo wears for the night). While he prefers to meditate during his alone time, he would be surprised if you're someone who likes to meditate in a different room, so if you're someone who likes to meditate, he would be alright with you joining him, when it comes to meditating after your shower with him.
🫢🚿The End🚿🫢
I hope you enjoyed this head cannon multifandom smut head cannon(?) fanfic, my Tumblr Peeps😃👍I did try to come up with different stuff for this fanfic for each character😃👍For those who are wondering why the trigger warning about "a character that might be controversial if not completely controversial", well while Hawks (Kiego Takami) is my favorite pro hero in My Hero Academia, I can see why there are people who dislike and/hate him, so unfortunately this is why I put in a post and hashtag about a trigger warning and character mention in general in this post and I put that trigger warning in the hashtag in the post. Despite of the character trigger warning I mentioned, I still will not change on who is my favorite pro hero. With Hawks winning the poll on who to put in this sequel fanfic, however wanted to see Dabi in this fanfic, unfortunately this is how the poll went, however fortunately with the next sequel fanfic about "after sex shower", Dabi will in it as he is 1 of my favorite villains in My Hero Academia. So I am caught between both Hawks and Dabi, honestly. As for Piccolo, someone else was going to be in this as the surprise character, however due to some changes and stuff that has happened recently where I decided to make some changes with the surprise character role for this sequel fanfic, so the character I originally was gonna pick for this sequel fanfic will be in the next sequel fanfic instead... Despite of what I mentioned for this conclusion, I still hope you had as much fun reading it, just as much as I had fun writing it🫢🚿😃👍
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I reblogged that great meta post the other day about Renji filled the role of a heart character, and then I happened to be flipping past this page, which I've probably read a million times before:
I think the takeaway from this panel is supposed to be some neat and ominous foreshadowing about Urahara's bankai. There's also sort of a recurring theme in Urahara's arc of regret that he isn't able to act directly (or perhaps that he has to send/endanger others on his behalf). Urahara-enjoyers can go run with that, if they want, because, as is my way, I will be talking only about Renji.
Bleach is a battle shounen, so of course there is a tendency to rank characters and to tally up Ws and Ls. Renji never fares well in these conversations. Orihime doesn't either, which is absolutely inane, because her primary power is *healing*, and none of the main cast would still be around if it weren't for her. It was suddenly interesting for me to read this line, and think suddenly think of Renji in the same light.
Urahara isn't the only captain who holds back using his bankai. Ukitake jumps into Kyouraku's fight with Stark because he doesn't want Kyouraku to have to go to bankai. Shinji can't use his when other people are around. Unohana went to the trouble of becoming one of the best healers in the series in order be able to fight with her bankai for more than 0.6 seconds.
On the other hand, shit starts to go down, and Hihiou Zabimaru is out, immediately. Hihiou Zabimaru is an accessible bankai, a familiar bankai. They can run down 16 Menos in a row, but they can also crash through a wall, or work as a mode of transportation, or you can even use them for a surprise attack. They are good for training and giving people strength, whether it's helping Chad learn his powers, or giving Ichigo something to beat on when he needs to work his way out of a depressive funk.
Color Bleach+ notes that Squad 6 admires Byakuya, but they like Renji. I think that's just a microcosm of a larger theme though-- in Bleach, power sets you apart, makes you remote, makes you something different from those around you. Aizen and Stark are noted to be profoundly lonely. Urahara and Kyouraku have to send people they care about to their deaths as they hold themselves back for strategic reasons. Gin and Hitsugaya poison their relationships with their favorite people because of their devotions to their own separate duties. The one-shot reveals that captains can't even go back into the resurrection cycle and have to go to Hell instead.
Renji gets pretty powerful by the end of the series. He even replaces Hihiou Zabimaru with Sou-oh Zabimaru, who is better for killing guys, but you can't hitch a ride on them. He never becomes a captain, though. The longer I've thought about this, the more I love this ending for him. He gets to marry the woman he loves and have a kid, he gets to keep running his squad with his weirdo captain/bestie, he still gets to go drinking with the other lieutenants. It's exactly parallel to Ichigo's ending, in the sense that he chooses his friends and loved ones over the pursuit of power. Like, Kubo was really not fucking around when he superimposed those images of Ichigo and Renji swearing on their souls as Renji is fighting Byakuya and decides that dying while doing his best to save Rukia was worth it, even if he never ends up surpassing Byakuya.
He doesn't die, though, he gets to live, and help out his friends and train people with his bankai and make them stronger and I think that is very fucking based of him.
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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑
DAY 22: WRITER'S CHOICE
Adult! Ishida Uryuu 𝘹 F! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
tw: AU where Uryu becomes the ruler of the Quincy years after TYBW ends. A different type of king, this time. giving him some massages. a lot of fluff but still angst. soft praising. kinda of a "mommy kink". fingering. nipple play. vag sex.
a/n: sorry for the big delay, I lost the original file so I had to re write it. Posting it today cause it is Uryu's bd. Happy birthday my sweet love!
wc: 2.3k
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
“Your Majesty, I brought you a pain killer” you murmur, leaving a silver tray with a glass of water and the little pill that is intended to end with his migraine.
“Thank you, (Name)” he murmurs, with his forearm covering his eyes and his seat thrown back. Uryu’s feet over his desk, on of his arms hanging loosely to the side… Becoming the King of the Quincy seems more difficult than what you could even think.
“My pleasure, my King” you whisper, bowing even if he can’t see you. You turn around, the sound of your military boots echoing all around the cold room. As cold as white as your Wandenreich uniform.
A sudden invisible force stops you from walking away. As if something -or someone- was holding you by your wrists, it makes you stay completely frozen.
“(Name), can you please make me one more favour?” he asks; Uryu might be the king, but he is still as sweet as when he had first arrived. Years have passed, and the man that now inherited the throne has matured, but never once lost the humanity imbued in his blood.
You immediately turn around, nothing, absolutely nothing matters the most than to please your king. Not because it is your duty, but because your body, your soul, your heart… dies, and kills, to do it.
“Yes, my king!” you chime, standing properly right in front of his desk.
Uryu puts down his right foot, and then the left one. His forearm is no longer covering his eyes, and for the first time you see his face without his glasses on. He cracks his neck and stretches his back as much as he can with a grimacing façade.
“I know that what I am about to ask you might sound weird, but… could you help me out with my tensed muscles? See… my neck is killing me” he shily asks, as if he had to ask…
You immediately nod and declare you can help, soon enough you get behind him and his chair and your hands land on his shoulders.
The scent of a subtle perfume reaches your nose, it is too tempting… too delicious. You shake your head; you need to fulfil your duties.
Your fingertips graze his warm skin, just a little touch and you feel your legs quivering. Uryu has always been the only man in your eyes, from the time he was presented when he was still a young boy, to now… the King.
“Your Majesty, I’ll try to ease the contracture on your neck muscles” you inform, slowly and waiting for his approval to go further.
“Yes, please. Use this cream, it might help” he says, grabbing a little container from his desk and handing it to you.
You inspect the contents of it; it’s gonna be useful for sure.
“Sure, my king. A little bit of lubrication will make my hands slide a lot better” you innocently inform, causing Uryu to widen his eyes and choke with his saliva.
You realize, very late, that what you said can be misinterpreted; and so, with burning ears, you prefer to stay silent as you watch Uryu’s cheeks become red as candied apples.
As your hands begin to work, sliding like you predicted easily because of the cream, Uryu squirms more and more. He reminds you of a cat, and oh how you wish he could purr like one too…. Instead, you get something even better; the soft, low, but definitely hearable moan of pleasure when you hit the right spot.
“Mhhj… (Name), that’s the spot. Keep going” he whines, loud enough to be heard by everyone now.
You swallow, you can feel the knot on his nape. It is definitely hard to ease, but you wont give up until your king’s muscles get completely relaxed.
“Y-yes, my King. You have a very hard knot in here. I will try to massage it to make it softer” you stutter, biting your lower lip… abusing of your words might cost you more than your position.
Uryu nods, and his hand reaches his arm. Surprisingly, he slides down one side of white shirt, exposing the milky skin of his shoulder and back.
“You may go further down; I believe it’s the trapezius muscle” he murmurs. Uryu must have taken the king’s position, but he is still a doctor.
You nod soundly and slide down your fingers. He is right, the knot goes down the right side of his spine. And then, right there, in between his shoulder blades, you press harder… causing Uryu to flinch and grunt.
“Ngh… ah… (Name)!” he growls, grabbing your hand to stop you. He does with such force you even squeak.
“Sorry, my king!! I didn’t mean!! I’M SO SORRY” you desperately try to plead for forgiveness. You know he is not gonna kill you, but he is going to probably stop you from keep touching his body… something you had dreamt for so many nights.
But, he doesn’t speak, and you discover he is smiling like never before. Uryu hasn’t let go of your hand yet, but his grip softens just a little.
“Don’t you dare excuse yourself, (Name). Your hands are magical, you literally gave me instant relief with that touch…” he purrs, pleased.
You sigh, alleviated. If you could describe how you felt when he snapped, you may probably say it was like having a heart attack… hurting Uryu would be something you could never forgive to yourself.
“I’m glad it helped my ki-“ you shut up, as he suddenly, and delicately, pulls from your arm towards his chest. You widen your eyes, allowing him to go as further as he wishes. And he does until your fingertips reach for his sternum.
You let the warmth of his flesh imbue in your hand, enjoying the way he then tilts his head to the side and presses his cheek against your forearm. Like a child, in severe need of affection, he seems to be pleased with the physical contact provided by you.
“Just… for a minute or two, stay” he whispers, rather painfully and miserably.
“My King… stay for as long as you may. I will not go away until you order me to do so” you immediately answer back; truth is, that you don’t want to go away either way.
He simply stays in silence; you can feel the side of his lips grazing your skin and the warmth of his breath too. You wish to hug him. You wish with all your heart to lend your embrace to comfort him. You didn’t know he was that sad, but now you could feel it in your blood.
“Please, call me Uryu… I am not a king, I don’t want to be a king” he falters, pulling you even closer to him. So close that your belly hits the backrest of his chair.
You close your eyes; how painful… And, perhaps in an outburst of indecency, you surround his seat to face him.
You look at Uryu with eyes of utmost love; a comforting look that speaks on its own, showing him how much he can trust in you… how much he can, at least for now, depend on you.
“Come…” he murmurs, after looking into your eyes for a couple of seconds. Right then, is when he lets your arm go… just for you to give him your whole body.
You carefully climb on him, straddling your hips over his lap. In silence, and smiling, you let him hug you. You do the same, hugging his head to let him rest on your chest.
“It’s ok… I am here for you, my k-, sorry, Uryu”
“Thanks… thanks…”
Almost like a mother, protecting her child, both lay for some time that way. Your chin resting on the crown of his head, his nose buried in your neck.
You hear a very low sob, enough for you to impulsively move his bangs to the side and kiss his forehead. “If you need to cry, cry… but we can solve anything, that what is causing you pain, I will destroy it” you swear, because for love there is nothing you wouldn’t do.
“To destroy what is causing me pain, you might need to destroy everything that surrounds us now” he sighs.
“I would do it right now if you asked me to…” you murmur, kissing his forehead once again.
“Don’t destroy anything… just stay by my side like you did from the very first time I put a step on this place…” Uryu acknowledges your existence, noticing very well you’ve been there for him since forever. “You know, you are just like my mother”
Your eyes become watery; Miss Katagiri had been the very mother of your king. And also, a woman who had served your King’s father, and whose blood has saved the three realms from crumbling.
“I am not in the position to be compared with your mother, Uryu…” you respectfully tell him.
But Uryu doesn’t respond, and instead, grabs your chin violently. He plasters a kiss so impertinent, so dominant, on your lips. “ You are right, you are not like my mother, because I am here so that there are no more people like her. I don’t want you to suffer. You won’t suffer no more” he sighs with his mouth pressed against yours.
You gasp, taking little to no air before he could attack your lips again. A demanding and needy kiss, soon turns to thousands. Tongues dancing, saliva shining on the commissure of your lips.
Uryu bends you over the desk, with your back pressed against it. Some papers fly away, falling like snow into the ground. His hand, playful and dominant, and yet delicate, rip the buttons of your blouse. The star that has changed its meaning, engraved on those metallic studs, now lies also scattered on the floor.
“I’ve been watching you for so long…” he whispers, tracing a path with the tip of his index, from your collarbones to the in-between of your breasts. “And there was no time that I hadn’t lusted for you” he confesses.
Your lids become lazy; your lips, swollen from kissing, barely separating letting Uryu see just a hint of your teeth. Your heart pounding so fast that you can’t even keep the pace of its beating…
“My King…”
“For now, just please…Uryu; call me Uryu…”
He bends forward to kiss you again while you are still on his laps with legs hanging on each side. Your white skirt, part of the uniform he let you choose, covers your sexes just enough not to see his erection… but definitely to feel it against your panties, searching for freedom, underneath the thick fabrics of his pants.
There is a fine line that divides misery from lust, and both have just crossed it at once.
Uryu keeps kissing down your neck, reaching your breasts, sucking desperately. Enough to believe he would love for milk to sprout from them. Maybe, maybe one day.
Your hip bucks up, searching for a so needed collision with his manhood. Him, desperate too, slides his hand down your chest, to your belly and soon underneath your skirt. Located your wetness, he shamelessly, let his fingers imbue in the sweet nectar of your heat.
You throw your head back, mouth open in an O shape, trembling as he inserts one and then two fingers in you. And along with his thumb against your clit, he goes in and out with curled index and ring finger hitting your g spot… deliciously accurately.
“I have always listened you call me “my king” so solemnly, but I have always died to hear you moaning it… out of pleasure, out of your lust” he spits, with a smirk you haven’t seen on his face for so long.
Your stomach feels like dropping; the words, the tone with those were pronounced… there it is, the true king you know he can be. There it is, the only man, the one, the first, and the last… to you, for you.
You bite your lip, and while you are about to moan the so expected sounds, he stops you by covering your mouth with his hand.
“No… not yet, let me be inside you first”
You nod, desperate, going crazy, feeling like the time is slowing down… why is it taking so long for him to be finally deep, deep in you?
Uryu kisses your lips once more, and then taking his fingers out of you he helps you to properly lay back on his desk. When he is sure you are safe and comfortable, he proceeds to stand up from his chair.
The Quincy takes his sweet time to undress; first, his shirt. Exposed his chest, then, he let his white pants fall to the ground. Underwear off, then, feeling for the very first time as proud as he can be of his own skin, discovering two eyes that look at his anatomy with pure devotion. With pure lust and desire.
Uryu smiles, this time softly and lovingly. There is no disrespect in his eyes, only need and love. He delicately lifts one of your legs up, he is planning on going deep from the very start.
With his sex, hard, dripping, throbbing and so ready on his hand, he comes closer to your entrance. He lets the weight of his body to fall on his left arm as he tops you. Uryu’s beautiful onyx hair falls down, framing his fine features, his handsome looks.
“Ready?” he asks, biting your lower lip after.
“Yes…” you answer, in total awe.
Uryu lips tremble, his pupils dilate and fix in yours.
“Let me make you mine…” he whines, as he lets his hardness penetrate you to the deepest point he can reach. Enjoying the way your back arches, with his hand on the small of it and his teeth grazing your chin.
“Nhg… yes, my King… I love you so, so, so much my King!”
“That’s good, that’s very good…love… ngh…”
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Agora Hills, Renji Abarai [ HEADCANONS ]
— baby? can you call me back? i miss you !! its so lonely in my mansion :(
renji relationship headcanons + little non-canon-based ones
warnings ! — one (barely) suggestive one, non-descriptive mentions of wounds + blood, petnames (baby, sweetheart)
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renji, despite what people (ichigo) think, is so incredibly gentle when it comes to you. yes, he's a little blunt sometimes and has argumentative tendencies with his friends.. but when it comes to you, he'd rather throw himself off of the repetence cell than treat you that way. he still acts like himself but always makes sure he's keeping within your boundaries and showing you as much love and affection as you desire.
sometimes he makes jokes about his wounds when you're patching him up and god, does it piss you off because he's literally bleeding out. when he notices your clenched jaw and the fact that you're not laughing he frowns and apologises because he knows you're worried. "i'm sorry baby, don't be mad", "you know i always pull through"
-> you roll your eyes and cross your arms and he sits up with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and leaving gentle kisses on your neck and jaw. he is SO cocky when you sigh and turn around, kissing his lips. "can't stay mad at me forever, hm?"
renji with a human s/o who has him getting a little more excited when he's tasked with going to the world of the living. he immediately rushes to your home and knocks on your door. you open the door with eyebags and messy hair and chewing your fingers anxiously. your eyes widen when you see your beloved redhead boyfriend.
-> he notices your appearance and lets out a sigh as he pulls you into a hug — he knows you were worried sick about him but it was inevitable given your situation. he squeezes you and runs a hand through your hair, "'m so sorry, sweetheart..." he mumbles to you. "i'm okay. i'm here."
— not canon-based
renji abarai is a one direction STAAAAAN. his favourite song is steal my girl and i know this man ugly cried, rolled on the floor, screamed into his pillow when they disbanded. he 100% had a twitter fan account and would troll crazy larries and babygaters, giggling in his bed.
one time ichigo dared him to do bloody mary and he kept making noises outside of the bathroom... renji refused to pee or shower without you in the room with him for three months. THREE. MONTHS.
he asked you to be his s/o by taking you on a cute little picnic date. he asked rukia to help him make a little basket up with sweet treats, sandwiches etc. he brings little canvases and oil paints along with a lego orchid set for you two to make together.
-> he tells you that you should paint eachother and when you show eachother your paintings he has painted (attempted to anyway) your favourite animal/flower/other and next to it written 'be my (preferred)?' in red oil paint.
renji is a massive cuddler and gives THE BEST HUGS. he is so so warm and his soft cologne is so comforting that you just melt into him. he gives big bear hugs. wraps his arms around you and rubs your lower back with one hand as the other pets your head. UGHHH !!!!
may make a pt 2 to this if i can think of more, I NEED HIM SO BAD OMG. i love renji sm i wish men were real 😓
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Hear me out. Hear me out!
Thirsty thoughts with Midnight.
18+ Respect that shit. Blank/ageless blogs DNI.
Everyone wants to kind of bag on missionary, right? 'Cause like, for sure, mating press? Life. Being fucked from behind, so lost in the feeling that your chest is pushed down against the mattress, his hand on the back of your head while he wrecks you? Heaven.
But. BUT!
Imagine, right? That missionary where it's him so lost in you. He started with his hands on your knees, pushing your legs open, but the sight of his cock disappearing into you over and over and over again has him weak.
His hands drop to your hips, trailing up your body until they grip the bed sheets on either side of your head. Your legs naturally close to rest on his hips, pulling him closer to you, deeper. Maybe one of his hands goes to the headboard behind you, using it as leverage to get further into you. Your hips are tilted at a perfect angle. Every drag of his cock sends you higher and higher.
He's gone, wrapped up in the feeling of you that he's not ashamed of the words or sounds coming from his mouth, buried deep in his chest that he's used to suppressing. His moans are music to your ears. The little whimpers he's usually embarrassed about tumbling out of him. His incoherent babble of, "You feel so fucking good," "I love you," and "I need more," make your back arch and your eyes roll back.
He's begging you to let him cum in you by his end, gasping and chest heaving after you've cum, gripping his tightly, and he doesn't want to lose the feeling. He wants to stay here, buried deep in you, but he can't hold it back anymore.
"Please, please, please, baby. Fuck, please, lemme cum in you." He's begging. You've never heard him beg. The headboard sounded like it would crack from how hard he was gripping it, white-knuckled. His lips were red and swollen, from where he couldn't get enough of your kisses, too obsessed with watching each and every change in your face. It was intoxicating. Sweet venom that he would drink every day, no matter the risk. You're nodding and desperate for his cum when he finally moans out your name into the stiflingly hot room, filling you more than you think you ever had been before.
Fucking you like this might be his new favorite thing.
Fit it. Ship it. I'm supposed to be working right now.
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What if Hanaki disease could be caused by unrequited platonic and familial love as well as romantic?
For example, the seventeen months that Ichigo Kurosaki spent alone and abandoned by his friends and family after the Winter War. They all basically abandoned him, but he wouldn't have just given up on his love for them; he's loyal like that. At least once, he had to think: ‘do they no longer care about me?’ but he's still the same Ichigo who invaded Soul Society for a girl he had known for three months.
So what if Ichigo got Hanaki disease from all the friends and family who abandoned him?
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hey i saw that you write for bleach so i’m sending a couple of requests if that’s alright!
could do you write any hcs of what dating ichigo and renji would look like? tyyy
Bleach Boys X Reader | How It Is Like To Date Them
A/N: Lemme know if you want to see this for some other character from some any anime you want, if I've seen it then I'd love to write about them <;3 Have a beautiful day <3
Ichigo
First of all, let's get this thing very clear he was not the one who asked for a date. Even though he was the one to fall first but he didn't have the guts or enough knowledge on how to take these feelings forward.
The poor guy used to drop hints left and right and you used to wait for him to make a move but HE WAS SCARED.
At first, you were annoyed thinking he was giving you mixed signals because HONEY we do not do mixed signals in 2023 anymore. (Like, quite literally boo you deserve better <3)
You were about to give up on him when you overheard him talking to Chad who was even denser and was so confused as to why Ichigo won't tell you his feelings.
So you decided to go for it and the guy had the AUDACITY to act as if he had no interest at all, it was playful teasing of course.
But dating him at times might feel like dating a wall. He is so DENSE at times that you question your decision to ever even think about going out with him.
But this was his first time so he was learning things too and let me tell you he never makes the same mistake again and mentions something that he has no clue about, the next day he'll be an expert in it. He wants you to know that he is trying his best!
His love language is physical touch and the act of service and most of the time he does it subtly in public but when you two are alone, YOU ARE HIS QUEEN. Would do quite literally anything you ask him to do.
Is very protective of you because ever since the word got out that you two are dating you were in danger. So at all times, you have to pick up your phone and wear the charm that he got made just for you to keep any negative aura away from you and to be able to track you, just in case anything happens.
Renji
You two met in the human realm when he was taking a walk with Rukia. He never really pays much attention to humans but as soon as his eyes landed on you man oh man he was stuck.
Like, quite literally didn't move for a couple of seconds. He didn't want to lose even a second of a chance to not look at you.
Lucky for him you went to the same school as Ichigo. After seeing you that day he was stuck on you, he didn't tell anyone but you didn't leave his mind even for a second and zoned out quite a lot and one day they all were chilling on the rooftop of the school when you walked in.
His eyes couldn't believe you and it was very obvious that he was awestruck because of the fact that he forgot to even close his mouth. Everyone was shocked and amused at the same time heh.
He pushed Ichigo away from his way and before he can even think about it he was asking you out. As he got closer, his sense of the outer world completely faded as if he was in a trance or something.
Everyone still makes fun of him till day to act like that and he always replies with, "And I had a very clear reason?"
He is someone who will not show his affection publicly but will not back down if someone has an eye on you. yea he is the jealous type but is weirdly secure in himself at the same time. He just likes to test the other person I guess. But if that makes you uncomfortable then one word and he'll stop.
Just like Ichigo, he also worries about your safety a lot. Because he holds a high position in the 13 court guard squads he has to be careful when it comes to you. At first, he used to hide some talisman in your bag all the time to make sure you were safe but when things got serious he told you the entire situation and advised you to do exactly as he says.
Might as well keep one of his men to safeguard you while things get worse if you're a human. If you have powers then he'll make sure to train you as much as possible because he trusts in you and your intuitive ability to judge the situation and fight.
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You can lay blame for this second ask at @hoifne 's feet, I saw their comment on the post and had to:
How did folks react to the moon landing?
"You're ready? No Big Regrets?" Renji asks. He always asks. He'd done hundreds of Konso rituals now that he was doing his mandatory tour of duty in the living world, but he never wants them to feel 'routine', so he talks to the ghosts. Hypes them up a bit for the afterlife, tries to keep his heart in it.
Especially when it's a kid.
"Well, it's not really a big deal..." The ghost Suichi considers. He was maybe ten or eleven years old. Thick prescription glasses, face round with puppy fat, very loved. Love won't stop a freak electrical accident though. Young Suichi is handling his sudden departure really well, all things considered, so maybe love does stop despair. "-but its a bit of a shame that if there's no TV in the afterlife, I won't be able to watch the moon landing."
"Yeah, we're a bit behind the times, but I'm sure one of the mad geniuses in the 12th will invent one sooner than late-" Renji grins ruffling the boy's hair before the rest of the sentence registers. "-The What Landing?"
"The Moon Landing!" Suichi lights up with excitement. "They just launched the rocket yesterday! But in just three days, man will walk on the moon!"
"...The Moon?" Renji blinks, bewildered.
"Yeah!"
Renji points up over his shoulder into the sky, gripping the boy's shoulder, eyes wide. "THE MOON IN THE FUCKING SKY?"
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The lights of the Fifth division offices reflect blankly off of Captain Aizen's glasses as he attempts to process the news. He is entirely still, save for his eyebrows which are writhing like overcaffienated caterpillars, unable to settle on an emotion to convey.
"The Moon?" Lieutenant Ichimaru squints at Renji even harder than usual, pointing up out the window behind him. "The Moon in the fucking sky?"
"Yeah!" Renji spread his hands. "I didn't believe it either but the humans have managed to work out some neat trick with the way the world turns to like, throw the spaceship like a slingshot..?" he tried to explain.
"So, so there's three guys in a boat-" Captain Aizen tried again, reaching up under his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose.
"It's really more like a sealed metal tube, but they call it a Space Ship because it does sorta sail through space..." Renji tried to explain, holding up the newspaper from the living world he'd brought back to substantiate his claims and also provide helpful images to explain what was happening.
"So there's three guys in a metal tube and they... threw it into the sky so hard that instead of falling it started flying instead?" Aizen tried. "How do they even throw something that hard without Kido?"
"So the men are up in this little itty bitty bit at the top that looks like a cap on a vaccine needle-" Renji pointed at the image of the Apollo 11 rocket. "-All the rest of this is the uh. enormous amount of extremely coordinated high explosives they used to launch it. The. The whole thing is like... It's a little over three hundred fifty shaku and only 12 shaku of that is where the humans are. The rest is um. Air they smooshed so hard it became liquid and then they set that on fire and look at the picture you can see the kaboom!" Renji tried to explain, pushing the paper across Aizen's desk for his captain to read.
Aizen certainly pointed his face at the image and accompanying article, but 'read' may have been a bit beyond him at the moment.
"Oh, is that all it took?" Ichimaru hummed with interest. "Well fuck, why haven't we done that?"
"Oh yes, how very silly that the humans have beaten us at the trifling matter of FLINGING OURSELVES INTO SPACE, WHAT THE *HELL* ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ICHIMARU??" Aizen objected.
"Well like. Idea's sound. Moon goes around the earth, so a smaller thing should too. And we can absolutely make a sealed metal container and kaboom bigger than that." Gin shrugged, as though this were plainly obvious. "Betchya the clown that runs the twelfth has the stuff laying around- we got a meeting with him later today anyway, why not ask?"
"Oh sure, that's a great Idea!" Aizen beamed. "Why hello Kurotsuchi-taicho, curious news from the human world- do you think you could spare a few parts and several tons of explosives to send some guys for a stroll on the moon?"
There was a moment of silence where Renji and Gin shared an awkward glance (or at least, Renji gave meaningful look to the narrow slits where his lieutenant-commander's eyes theoretically were).
"...he'd agree to that in a heartbeat, if he hasn't started work on his own Spaceboat already." Aizen groaned.
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"No." Grunted Mayuri.
"No? Why not?" Aizen asked, head cocked to the side like a confused spaniel.
"Look, what the old man doesn't know about budget expenditures won't hurt him!" Gin smiled encouragingly. "Think of all the scientific data you'd get to research!"
"What the old man finds out about budget expenditures after the fact can and will hurt me." Mayuri growled. "It's not cookie money, kitting an expedition to the living world to engineer a spaceship with atomic matter instead of Reishi- No, much more efficient to let the humans do it for us and poach the date from them."
"...Why would we need to go to the Living world?" Aizen blinked, confused. "I can see the moon from the window right here?" Aizen pointed out the window of Kurotsuchi's office.
"What? That moon? You can't go to that moon!" The clownish chemical engineer cackled."
Aizen and Ichimaru stared at him blankly.
"Is. Is the moon here different than the one in the living world?" Aizen asked, bewildered.
"Different? It doesn't exist!" Mayuri laughed, waving his hand at them.
Aizen and Ichimaru stared at him, then leaned back in their seats, looking out the window at the moon, which still looked as physical and present as it ever did.
"...Oh don't tell me you didn't know." Mayuri frowned, pouting. "No, spirit world doesn't have a moon. The thing up in the sky is a Tulpa- there's a "moon" because everyone who comes to spirit world thinks there should be one, and there's so much ambient spiritual energy even weak souls can exert some force on the nature of reality and when millions of them are all certain there should be a moon, a moon manifests. Or at least, a thing that looks like a moon. Doesn't act like one, changes size and skips around it's phases all the time and if it really were a round object in space, that's NOT what a crescent moon would look like."
Aizen and Ichimaru looked back out the window at the "Moon", whose crescent arced a full three quarters of the alleged satellite's circumference.
"Seriously? this is some really basic stuff." Mayuri glared at them in disappointment. "You never noticed that the moon is always visible out any random window at night, no matter what time it is? It doesn't even go east-to-west more than half the time!"
"But. But we have a lunar calendar..?" Aizen muttered, an edge of genuine distress in his voice.
"Oh yeah, the moon *used* to be regular as clockwork- everyone literally set their watches to it." Mayuri shrugged. "Then sometime about eh, two and a half, three thousand years ago? Right around the same time the first captain-class spirits started appearing, the moon started doing this 'Full Moon Thrice A Month If it Feels Like It' and 'Visible At Improbable Angles' nonsense."
Aizen's eyes were wide and Gin's very nearly open with alarm.
"That's uh- that's terrifying?" Aizen sputtered, now outright frightened.
"Yeah, anybody know what coulda caused that?" Gin muttered.
"The going theory is that the precipitation of a new class of spiritually hyperpotent souls like us has caused disproportionate tugs on the desired appearence of the the "Moon", but that's only a theory- my predecessor's predecessor once attempted to send a camera to the 'Moon' for a closer look, but it never actually *got* any closer." Mayuri explained, casually inspecting his fingernails- he seemed to be growing out the middle one for some godforsaken reason. "-Your theoretical starboat would likely far worse."
"...Okay but that's worse. You understand how that's worse, right?" Aizen demanded and Mayuri waved him off.
"No, no hit makes sense-" Gin nodded, and Aizen glared at his lieutenant. "Think about it! There's what, three and a half billion human on earth? Millions die every day, but only a couple hundred ever turn up every day at the intake queue in the 7th, and nearly everyone is from just the one part of Japan. We're one afterlife of many- ugh, could you imagine if the missionaries were sent here?- anyway, our world is nowhere NEAR as big at the Living World, so the moon-moon is just a geographical feature in the living world, and there's only a couple million people living here. We got disproportionate swing, so we pull on the collective conciousness more. It's fine!"
"That's AWFUL!" Aizen shouted, dismayed.
"I mean I think we all understand God is an Asshole, but what are you gonna do about it?" Mayuri shrugged before tapping on the crate beside his desk. "-Anyway, do you want these Polio Vaccines for the rukongai outreach program our not?"
"I- yes. Please." Aizen muttered.
"Good man, sign here." Mayuri tapped the sheet on his desk. As Aizen tried to read over the provisions release paperwork, the small "Electronic Mailer" on Mayuri's desk pinged. "Oh, the word got out- Kyoraku-taicho wants to hold another moon-viewing party for the occasion. Do me a favor and attend so you can explain to him why we can't go to our 'moon' for me? I don't want to go, and I really don't want to explain it to him through a hangover either."
"If you don't wanna go Boss I'll stand in for you. Promises to be a real riot." Gin grinned.
"Yes, you have your young friend, don't you? Miss Matsumoto?" Aizen smiled fondly at his second-in-command.
"Oh, she probably already got her invite- she an' Miss Nan- er, lieutenant Ise are real pals from the academy." Gin laughed. "Nah, I was gonna drag old blind bones along."
"...Captain Tousen?" Aizen asked, befuddled. "Whatever for?"
"Stars ain't exactly braille, y'know?" Gin explained, wiggling his fingers. "He knows even less than we do an' I wanna watch Rangiku and Kyoraku try'n 'splain the whole thing to him." Gin grinned.
"Sounds lovely! Take your shit and get out of my office." Mayuri threatened.
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Renji exhaled, still bewildered, laying on his back on the grassy hill just outside the 2nd division training grounds, staring up at the moon as it rose opposite the sunset behind him. Or, maybe not? There had been some lecture about how the moon in spirit world wasn't a moon back at the academy that he didn't really remember-
"You sound like you're in the throes of a moral conundrum Red." Shuuhei teased, looking up from the strange contraption he was setting up.
"Huh?" Renji blinked. "Oh, no I'm just- Those guys in the Spaceship gotta be somethin' else, going to die thousands of miles from home."
"What? The Astronauts? They'll be fine! -Probably." Shuuhei laughed. "They're definitely insane, getting in that contraption at all, but they still gotta come home with all the rocks and whatever they get from the moon for the lab techs to look at."
"...How the hell are they getting back?" Renji frowned, rolling up onto his elbow to frown at his senpai. "I thought they blew up all the rocket getting off the planet?"
"They got a bitty rocket in the lunar landing craft that will get them between their ship and the lunar surface, and then they will angle the ship a bit and the moon will fling them back to earth the way earth flung them at the moon." Shuuei explained, not looking up from the weird bass-drum looking object he was messing with.
Renji opened his mouth, realized his friend probably understood it way better than he did, closed his mouth, shrugged, and changed topics. "So what is that thing you had me haul up here?"
"It's uhhh... Experimental. Haven't got a name for it yet." Shuuhei muttered, placing a level on top of it and frowning at the bubble before adjusting the legs bolted awkwardly to the side of the drum. "-But with all this excitement about the Lunar Landing, I realized Tousen-Taicho is... I mean he gets left out of a lotta stuff, y'know? But it's not like he can see the stars, or the spirit-moon, and I don't think he really understands orbital mechanics-"
"I sure fuckin' don't." Renji muttered.
"Yeah, because you're the kind of moron who put a ham sandwich in a VCR-" Shuuhei rolled his eyes.
"That was ONE TIME, and Matsumoto Senpai told me it was a Panini Press!" Renji sulked.
"-and then pressed "Fast Forward", but Tousen is actually smart as hell- I'm the one who can't explain it without gestures he can't see." Shuuhei continued. "...but I can use a camera obscura and reiryoku-sensitive film to sort of take an old exposure image of the night sky. I'm hoping that if I treat the exposed film right, that the light and dark parts will turn into different textures for him to read, like a braille sky."
"Oh." Renji muttered. "That's really nice of you actually."
"I mean, we'll see if it works." Shuuhei shugged, examining the level again. "Hand me the allen wrenches- What about your boss?"
"Captain Aizen? Uh- honestly? He seems a little freaked out by all this and I saw him fuckin' slam the newspaper into his wastebasket when he got back from the twelth." Renji winced. "He's weird like that. Sweet as cake most of the time but then there's these weird flashes of anger... and I'm not sure how much longer he's gonna be my boss."
"As in you got ambitions, or you think he's gonna get fired?" Shuuhei asked, staring at the level again.
"As in 'Tetsuzaemon Iba got in another brawl with his mother about him only being fourth seat when she made captain, and Liuetenant Madarame asked me if I'd updated my resume recently." Renji winced.
"Woof. Talk about a lateral promotion." Shuuhei winced. "Still, the pay raise would be nice. You could afford to take your girl Rukia somewhere up to her brother's standards!"
"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!" Renji snapped, rolling over and jumping to his feet. "-It's -I'm sorry. It's kinda complicated." Renji sighed.
Shuuhei was silent for a minute as Renji sat back down on the grass, face in his hands. After a minute of fine-tuning the drum to keep it level, he spoke up. "You're more than good enough."
"Huh?" Renji jolted. "Oh, yeah- I'd be doing all the eleventh's paperwork but there's no way it's worse than the fucking rice subsidies accounting board-"
"That's not what I meant." Shuuhei glared.
"...I know." Renji groaned. "It's just. It's complicated, okay?"
"If you say so." Shuuhei shrugged. "Alright, hand me the flat box- thanks. It'll be ready for exposure in a minute, and I want to get it done before those clouds roll in." He gestured at the distant thunderheads threatening to bloom into a summer storm on the edge of the city.
The process was quick- the shielded plate went into the gap under the drum, and the light of the night sky was reflected onto it from a pinhole in the top. Once the metal plates were pulled back, it needed a few minutes to pick up enough light, before Shuuhei pushed the metal shutters back in and locked the plate in darkness until it could be developed.
"It's for taking pictures of the stars, right?" Renji asked as Shuuhei started disassembling the camera. "You could call that plate an Astrograph."
"Hah! Futuristic. I like it!" Shuuhei grinned. "C'mon and help me with this thing before the punishment squad turns up to kick my ass for having a camera within a mile of the second."
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Welcome to my Page!~
Hey there, awesome reader! I’m Rosie, but you can call me Inu! I will be turning this page into a page filled with NSFW fanfics, headcanons, and the like! I love many fandoms, but there are few I will write for as of now! I will list them down below!
**I will write for these; Fem! Reader, Male reader, Trans! Reader. I'm not that good at writing AFAB/AMAB or GN! Reader stories as of right now. **
Masterlist
Fandoms I will write for:
House of Wax
Halloween (RZ version, sorry!)
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
SAW franchise
The Witcher (Netflix series)
Genshin Impact
JJBA (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventures)
BLEACH
NARUTO/NARUTO SHIPPUDEN
InuYasha
Rurouni Kenshin
More will be added soon! Now, here is a list of characters from these fandoms I will write for as of right now!
Characters I will be writing for:
Vincent Sinclair
Bo Sinclair
Michael Myers (RZ version)
Thomas Hewitt
Bubba Sawyer
Mark Hoffman
Geralt of Rivia
Kaeya Alberich
Diluc Ragnvindr
Itto Arataki
Zhongli
Jotaro Kujo
Dio Brando
Ichigo Kurosaki
Zaraki Kenpachi
Byakuya Kuchiki
Renji Arabari
Yasutora Sado (Chad)
Kisuke Urahara
Naruto Uzumaki
Sasuke Uchiha
Kakashi Hatake
Master Jiraiya
Orochimaru
Itachi Uchiha
Madara Uchiha
Neji Hyuuga
Shikamaru Nara
InuYasha
Sesshomaru
Miroku
Koga
Himura Kenshin
Sanosuke Sagara
Saito Hajime
More to this list will come! Now, time for things I WON’T write for!
BIG NO NO’s:
Rape
Toilet kinks
Incest
Necrophilia (sorry, I won’t)
All else is game for now! If any questions, just ask!!
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I bet no one predicted that my return to Bleach fic would be a very weird Renji/Urahara? You got that one on your 2024 bingo card? No? Yeah.... me neither.
If you read this, my only warning is that it's weird. Also, funny? But decidedly weird. I think one of the reasons I so rarely write Urahara Kisuke having sex with anyone is because this is the guy who invented a BLOW-UP GIGAI OF HIMSELF.
So... you know, I guess I always figured there was some kind of kink going on there....
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hello, congrats on one mil!! you mentioned (very) off handedly in the tags a long time ago that an au where renji was byakuya's sibling would be difficult because renji would want hugs and Kuchiki Do Not Hug. ever since ive been wondering: what exactly would it take for byakuya to give renji a hug? this is my prompt to you. any and all external influences are permissible but it has to be a real, proper hug. no side hugs allowed. bonus (infinite) points for rukia being somewhere in the mix.
I thought about this for 20 minutes and then just yes, and...'d my way through the rest of this. It was very fun! Hopefully someone else finds this half as funny as I did.
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"Hitsugaya here."
"Hello, Captain Hitsugaya, it is Captain Kuchiki."
"..."
"I am calling from Lieutenant Abarai's phone."
"Of course you are. What's up?"
"I have a question. What is the standard treatment for hypothermia?"
"...why are you asking?"
"When a person dives into very cold water, say, if they were chasing a semi-aquatic Hollow into a lake and the air temperature is below--"
"Kuchiki, how do you have Abarai's phone if he just jumped into a lake after a semi-aquatic Hollow?"
"Because he threw it at me and yelled 'call Rukia and ask her how to treat hypothermia, I'm sure she knows.'"
"But you didn't call Rukia."
"I did not. I would prefer if she did not find out that I let Abarai jump into a frozen lake. I did not mean to. He is very quick and also a bad listener. Hmm. The water is turning very red. Hollows do not usually have red blood. It would probably be a bad idea to jump in after him, don't you think? Then, we would both have hypothermia."
"Where are the two of you?"
"The thirty-first district of North Rukongai."
"Okay, that's too far away. (yes, it's your brother. no, everything is not fine. no, i think it's better if you let me talk to him.)"
"Is my sister there?"
"Yes, your sister is here."
"What are you doing with my sister, Hitsugaya Toushirou? She already has an official, family-approved suitor!"
"Does she, Kuchiki? Or does she have an official, family-approved popsicle? (no! no, stop grabbing! Matsumoto, some help please!)"
"Forget what I said earlier, he is coming out of the lake now. (Abarai! What is the limb situation? Ah, excellent, well done!) He even has all of his limbs. He does look rather pale and is shaking a lot, so perhaps we should get back to the hypothermia question."
"To be honest, I don't know that much about it. Usually I'm trying to freeze people to death. I only know what they teach in the decadal first aid refresher. Maybe you shouldn't have done that sleeping-with-your-eyes-open thing the last time we had--"
"Captain Hitsugaya, perhaps we could save the recriminations for later. Abarai is dying."
"Fine. I'm giving the phone to Rukia, who is here to work on her bankai, the same as every Tuesday afternoon. Kuchiki, tell your brother how to fix the hypothermia he gave your boyfriend."
"Brother!"
"Hello, Rukia! I would like to clarify, I did not 'give' Abarai hypothermia. He is very difficult to--"
"Stop talking, I know how he is. I am not holding you responsible. I only heard half the conversation, is he wet?"
"He dove into a lake, so yes."
"Okay, your first priority should be to dry him off."
"(Abarai, Rukia says you need to dry off. Yes, I know I have told you not to do that. Go ahead and do it. Just try not to get me--ugh! I told you not to--!")
"Is he trying to dry off by shaking himself like a dog? Don't let him do that!"
"It is surprisingly effective."
"It could also cause him to go into cardiac arrest so please don't let him do that!"
"(Abarai, Rukia says your heart will stop working if you do that. Yes, it sounds fake to me, too. I am just the messenger.)"
"I would hang up on you, except that then Renji would definitely die. Look, is there shelter nearby? Somewhere you can get him inside?"
"No. Can I just pick him up and flash step him back to town?"
"No, that would also cause his heart to stop. (Captain Hitsugaya, can we send a message down to-- oh, you already have? Oh, great, thank you!) Captain Hitsugaya has already called the Fourth. They're sending a medic to you, but it'll probably be at least an hour. In the meantime, you need get him dry and start to warm him up. Do you have any spare clothes?"
"Why would we have spare clothes?"
"I don't know! Sometimes people carry spare capes! They come in handy! Can you give him your haori?"
"Of course not, he hasn't passed the Captains' Examination."
"Okay, well, make him take his wet clothes off, and you figure out which parts of your outfit you can spare. Don't tell me. I don't want to know."
"Oh, I see. Hmm. Wait, Rukia. Before I disrobe, I read a book once, where someone was in a cold climate and they were freezing to death, and they killed a bear--"
"Do not put Renji inside the dead Hollow, Byakuya. I mean it."
"Hollows disintegrate when they die, Rukia, and even if they didn't, he left it at the bottom of the lake. (You did kill it, right? All right, good.) Ahem. I was just thinking that I could find a bear--"
"You do not have time to find and kill a bear, Brother."
"Hmm. Very well. (Abarai, take off your pants. Rukia says so.)"
(various mumbling and other noises)
"All right. I have returned. Abarai is wrapped up in both our cloaks."
"Wait, you had a cloak this whole time?"
"Of course I had a cloak. We went to the mountains of North Rukongai. Of course we dressed appropriately. Abarai even had the presence of mind to remove his before jumping in the lake. (Yes, I know it was so you could swim better. Do you wish to take this phone call?)"
"You could have--you know what? Never mind. Okay, do you have any field rations with you? Getting some warm food or liquid in him would be very helpful. Even if you can just warm some water with kidou and give it to him, that would be good."
"We did not bring any provisions. We were only supposed to come out here for an afternoon and we did not expect to have to leave town. (No, Abarai, I do not think you should drink that lake water. Well, a Hollow died in it, for one thing.)"
"Brother, do me a favor. Go touch his skin and tell me what it feels like."
"His skin?"
"Yes, I want to know if it's cold."
"Does it matter where?"
"Not really, I guess."
"(Abarai, stick your arm out of the cloak. Look, this is very unpleasant for both of us!) I am touching his arm. I would say it is approximately 30C."
"How can you-- never mind. I don't want to know. Is he shivering? Are his teeth chattering?"
"Less so than before, on both counts. That is good, right? That means he is warming up?"
"No, it means his body is shutting down. Is he still talking to you? Is he lucid?"
"He is still talking, a thing that I assume he would keep doing even after all other vital signs have ceased. I will check the state of his reason. (Abarai, who was the captain of Sixth Squadron during the Hellish Dangai Incursion of 892? No, it's not a trick question. All right, it's a little bit of a trick question…That's a really questionable interpretation of events, Abarai. No, I do not think there are any historians that would agree with you.) Rukia, I will be honest. He is not at his best."
"If he's talking and making sense, that's…something at least. But he's not in good shape and you've got to do something to help him warm up until the medic gets there."
"'Sense' is really debatable, Rukia."
"I think you're going to have to do the kaidou, Brother."
"My understanding is that the body temperature stabilization kidou should only be performed in a sheltered location by a trained Squad 4 medic."
"Yeah, that's the clinical one, and you are correct. You need to do the emergency one. It's not as good generally, but it's less tricky. It should help, though! Zabimaru runs hot, so if you can just give them a jumpstart, Renji will probably stabilize by himself."
"(Oh, is that so?) Abarai says you cast this on him 'all the time.' Why didn't you bring this up earlier? And why are you freezing my lieutenant 'all the time'?"
"He likes it. And I assumed you would refuse!"
"Why would I refuse? Which kaidou is it again?"
"Did you really sleep through the decadal first aid refresher? It's number 17!"
"Number 17…that's the one where…oh."
"Can you do it, Brother?"
"..."
"Brother?"
"When you say you do this to him 'all the time', is it because you are truly giving him hypothermia constantly, or is it just a ploy to…you know?"
"..."
"Rukia?"
"Must it be one or the other, Brother?!"
"Well, I was just wondering if the full body contact was truly compulsory, or if maybe I could just…do it from a respectful distance."
"You have to hug him, Brother."
"..."
"It's not so bad, Brother! You nearly cut off an arm and a leg to save me once!"
"...what if I were to sit next to him, so that our sides were touching? I…I could probably even put my arm around him."
"A side-hug is not going to cut it! The whole trick of the thing is getting your saketsu and hakusui close enough to his! You can hug him from behind, if that makes things better."
"I think that might actually be worse, Rukia."
"You're just going to have to hug him normally, then. Renji gives very good hugs! I tell you it won't be so bad! Just do it!"
"I am only doing this for you, Rukia."
"I appreciate it, Brother."
"(All right, Abarai. Brace yourself. As unpleasant as it is, I am going to have to--no, I will not 'bring it in!' Why must you make this worse than it already is?)"
(unintelligible)
"Brother? Brother, are you still there?"
"I am still here. I am doing it. I am hugging him. This is terrible."
"Are you doing the kaidou?"
"...right. The kaidou. I am now doing the kaidou. Ahem."
"Hi, Rukia, can you hear me? He's got the phone kinda close to my face and I can hear you!"
"Renji, is that you?!"
"It's me! He's hugging me, Rukia! This is so weird!"
"We can memory wipe both of you later, probably."
"No, I mean, he's really bad at it! This is the worst hug I have ever gotten!"
"Shut up, Abarai."
"I think you need to relax a little, Captain. Loosen up those arms."
"I do not want pointers, Abarai."
"Well, I'm having--a little trouble--breathing."
"Oh. I see. Yes, sorry."
"Not to interrupt all the fun you two are having, but does it seem to be working?"
"I have no idea. Abarai, is it working?"
"It's pretty different than when you do it, Rukia, but I think it is. Can I have a real hug when I get home?"
"You can have as many hugs as you want when you get home."
"Ahem."
"I am trying to keep him thinking positive, Brother! You can also have as many hugs as you want when you get home! It sounds like you need some practice."
"..."
"Or if you'd rather just have a stiff drink, I'm sure that can also be arranged."
"As you say, Rukia: why not both?"
"Sounds good to me, Brother!"
~end
#byakuya kuchiki#renji abarai#rukia kuchiki#toshiro hitsugaya#1M words request event#my writing#i used to write dialogue-only fanfic all the time when i was a teen and normally i consider it very lazy and try not to do it#but in this particular case i felt like it really added to the bit#anyway big ups to the mayo clinic and webmd pages on hypothermia#couldna done it without you
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𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬
⭒ pairing: adult! Ishida Uryu x f! reader. R 18+
⭒ requested by Anon
⭒ inspired on the song: 𝄞 Baby, I'm Yours by Isabel LaRosa 𝄞
⭒ tw: MDNI. "public", making out in car. masturbation. Uryu is an adult ~30 y/o.
⭒ masterlist a song + a character event
Cold creeping through your bones, but you can’t feel it.
it’s so hot inside. Windows foggy, people passing outside.
Trembling lips, so needy and yet so shy. The way his sharp mandible tenses with each clumsy words you pronounce. His glasses reflecting little fairy lights from the outside of a Starbucks.
Pale skin that shines brightly with a little light illuminating the streets through the windows of your car. A few meters away, lively people having fun, drinking coffee on a late Saturday afternoon.
He fixes his glasses; he is not really listening to what you are saying. If Ishida could melt inside his own jacket he would do it, and yet in all he could think is to kiss your lips. Desperation invades his guts; he wants your hands on his body.
And you want him, you want him too.
Oh, so much. You want him so much more, perhaps than he wants you.
Friendship is over, even if it was never friendship after all.
The man right by your side, of hot hands and bright eyes won’t move unless you do… and it’s ok, it’s good to be in control too.
Sitting right by each other, you two take sip by sip of the drinks you decided to buy and enjoy in the safety of your own privacy. Or at least, a privacy that’s still public, that it is both safe and also intimate… but not that intimate. Yet.
“I’m finished. I only got the cream left. You wanna throw yours?” Uryu asks you, playing with the whipped rests of the Frappuccino he decided to order. His eyes barely crosses yours, perhaps it is hard for him to look straight into them.
“Oh… no. Thanks I still have some left” you tell him, even if you wish you were talking about self-control. “You can go throw it in the bin, I saw one there” you continue pointing outside, and feeling like every word you say makes less and less sense.
He nods, and before opening the door of your car, he fixes his glasses with slightly veiny hands you are beginning to adore.
Scanning, even the way he moves, your eyes fix on his walking figure. Biting the inside of your lips, you wish him to be only yours… as yours as you are to him. Because you have already told him, and he has done the same, that the attraction was by far mutual.
You wanna hug him. You wanna smell the scent of his skin. You wanna bury your nose into the crook of his neck… and you want his sweet, soft, and delicate voice to turn into moans of pleasure once and for all.
“There, I didn’t have to go inside. There was indeed a bin outside” he says, once sliding inside the car again.
And you two are out of words. Not that the silence in between him and you would make you nervous. In fact, you feel comfortable without the need of speaking… or maybe it is because you tend to trip with your own words whenever he is close to you.
You feel your body tired, and you don’t really know when it happened, but you finally lay your head on his shoulder.
He doesn’t dare to move a single muscle. And now the silence is even louder. The music on the radio plays songs you aren’t sure what they say, nor you care.
Uryu softly places his head on yours, so delicately you can even notice it. He doesn’t even want to bother you with the weight of his own body… -oh, but how you wish he did-
You are tempted to take a closer look at his side profile, because he is so pretty… that it hurts. So, you turn slowly your head towards him.
But his need betrays your work of art appreciation moment… and with a sigh of relief, his lips finally meet yours. Those lips, so pale and soft. Those lips, so dominantly kissing yours in the most sexy way you have ever experienced.
Heartbeat rising, in your chest it feels like jumping. It’s so warm, his mouth in yours feels so warm.
Ishida’s tongue, that’s still too shy to dance with yours, barely touches the tip of your upper teeth. And then, so unexpectedly pleasant, the first bite to your lips. So soft, sensual, and a highly lustful pull that makes you dizzy.
His glasses frame that were up until now carving into your cheekbones, are now who knows where inside the car.
A tiny moan ripped from your insides, your muscles tensing, and the kiss becoming eternal. Your hand, sliding down from your leg to the car shift, and his trapping it. Intertwined, your fingers become. Squeezing hard, as if the closeness of your mouths wasn’t enough to feel connected.
The darkest shade of black of his silky hair in between the fingers of your free hand. And for minutes, in which your lips become sore from unstoppably kissing, the outside word disappears. A random playlist seems to accompany the sensual aura of the moment, foretelling the ending of a finally unleashed passion.
Taking a little bit of air, you kiss his cheek and then down his neck. The soft scent of his skin mixed with the delicate perfume he wears, gets you drunk in love. You kiss, you lick, you inhale.
“Ngh… (Name)…” he whimpers, clenching his hand in yours. He guides it so that it lands on his chest. You can feel his heart bumping through the thick clothes he wears, his jacket and sweater.
“Mh… Ishida-kun?” you ask, as if you didn’t know exactly what he wanted. Because what he craved for was exactly the same your body craved too.
He lets go of your hand, allowing you to move it freely towards his leg. His head thrown back, hitting the headrest with force. Trembling legs, tenting pants, wet spot under the long shirt covering his crotch.
Uryu sighs, loudly. Your hand touching his lap for the first time… for how long have you both waited? Months? Years… yes, years. Or maybe, all of your life.
Within kisses and touches, the air inside the car becomes scarce; the gushing sound of blood pumping on your ears and the forbidden calling you both to sin. In public, what a perverted idea it is… but your hand surrounding his shaft, so warm and wet, barely covered by the hem of his jacket, cannot be stopped.
And what can’t also be stopped is the way he moans, even more louder than before. Uryu’s cheeks become slightly reddish, that pinkish glow of pumping blood into surface and the throbbing member getting harder and harder.
Mandible muscles tensing, his hands desperately reaching for at least a taste of your body… though, you aren’t interested… you just wanna give him, now, just enough pleasure to see the beautiful painting of a raptured grimace… to hear the sweet melody of succumbing grunts and growls of soft masculinity being unleashed… just and only for, you.
Because, baby I’m yours,
and you are so mine too…
#ishida uryuu#uryu ishida#ishida uryū#ishida uryu x reader#uryu x reader#bleach x reader#bleach uryu#bleach#bleach anime#bleach x reader fanfic#bleach fanfic#sashi ya#bleach tybw#kurosaki ichigo#inoue orihime#renji abarai#rukia kuchiki
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Lipstick - a RenRuki fanficfion.
In the Kuchiki manor, Rukia sits on the floor, Renji, who got invited by the girl, does the same, as the only thing separating them is the kotatsu. The manor's ambient is silent and solitary. The duo doesn't share a single word – they've been together since they were kids, Renji always talked to Rukia about literally anything. A mutual trust. The two shinigami know very well they can tell anything to each other. But this time: something's off. Both shinigami avoid each other's stares. Their faces are pink, red even, and hot too. It's like they were in a hot summer, although it's actually a very cold winter in Soul Society.
After what feels to be an eternity of silence, the red-haired shinigami finally speaks up. "So, Rukia...what have you been up to these days? I've been too busy working with Kuchiki-taicho– your brother. And...yeah, we didn't see each other a lot." He asks. In the same moment, the black-haired girl replies. "Ah, I think I've been okay. Matsumoto-san from the 10th division asked me to go shopping with her. I tried to tell her i needed to finish my duties with Ukitake-taichou, but well, it's Matsumoto Rangiku...she obviously haven't heard me." She replies.
"Ehh? And what have you two bought?"
"Well- a lot of clothes for Matsumoto-san, and she also offered herself to buy some dresses for me. And that's what she did." Sigh. "And also...a lipstick."
"Lipstick?? Really, Rukia? I don't think I remember ever seeing you wearing those."
"She told me it would be a great idea! For a..." At the moment Rukia formulates this phrase, her face slowly turns pinker than it already was. "...a certain reason."
"Oh really? And what would THAT reason be?" Renji comes closer to Rukia's face, with a smirk, as the girl tells him to shut up. "Mhm? Come on!"
"Ngh...!" She groans, pulling the redhead away. She gets up, walking to the closest dressing table. She approaches the small mirror and slowly applies the pink lipstick. Rukia does it in a slow pace, trying to seduce Renji (jokingly www). And surprisingly, it worked...! When the black-haired girl put the piece of makeup down, she saw him blushing even more.
"She looks so...h-hot..." Thinks Renji Abarai to himself, and quickly notices Rukia doing a gesture with her hand – a sign of 「come closer ♡」 – an opportunity he surely doesn't want to lose. The red-haired shinigami looks at his surroundings. "...well...Byakuya-taichou isn't here. Which means YOUR BROTHER isn't here. S-so..."
Renji gets up and walks to Rukia. Their huge size difference is noticeable. The male red-haired shinigami is so tall, being impressively 188cm (6'2 ft.), while the female black-haired shinigami is so petite, being just 144cm (4'9 ft.) – and he LOVES IT in her. He easily lifts her up, squeezing her small waist. She's just like a goddess in all ways! But that doesn't matter. At least not for now. It's time for Renji Abarai to feast the main course: her lips. This make him feel like fainting...!
They want to lose control. Renji wants to play with Rukia's lips, coated by that pink lipstick – it even has a scent, cherries...probably has a taste too.
"Ready?" The star asks.
"You bet I am." The stray dog replies.
But in the moment their lips are almost touching, both just pull away, blushing. "A-agh...! I don't know if I can do this...! I've never done this before..." The short shinigami groans, holding on her hairlocks. As for the tall shinigami, letting out a small sigh, gently holds her by the cheeks. Oh god...she's so soft, like a little bunny...
"Yo, Rukia. Don't worry, okay? Y-you know it's also my first kiss." He grins. "I gotta be honest. Since we've begun to get closer to each other...even before training to be shinigami...I have always dreamed of having you on m-my arms...you know, kissing you...–"
"..." Rukia doesn't know what to say. She just keeps listening.
"And y'know...knowing my first kiss will actually be with you...i-it's so— m-mhm...?!?!"
Renji looks down, only to see he got interrupted by Rukia, pulling him by the yukata's collar, on the tip of her toes. Her lips finally touches his. A kiss that starts kindly, but slowly turns into a hot kiss, as Renji holds Rukia on his arms, sharing the pinnacle of passion for a silly duo of teen lieutenants.
He responds to this, pinning her on the floor, with her arms open, as the kiss keeps going. Not only their lips touch, but their tongues too. Rukia lets out soft moans, squirming in pleasure. "Renji~...o-oh my god...~" She says, breaking the kiss. "T-that was...wonderful...magical..."
"Ehehe...y-yeah...that was awesome, Rukia. Look, thank you so much. Thanks for being my first one." Renji speaks up, thanking her. He have always known, but now it's definitive: he wants to be with Rukia Kuchiki forever. He wants to marry, have a life with her.
But before he could even finish the phrase, this time he gets pinned in the floor. He looks at Rukia pinning him, seeing a smirk on her face. He's going to get rewarded.
.
.
.
Now, the only things heard inside the Kuchiki manor were kissing, smooching noises and the male shinigami moaning. And after that, Rukia picked up the small mirror from the dresser and showed it to Renji. The redhead had the best vision he'd ever seen on his entire life, his reflection, his loose hair, as Rukia untied it during their moment; his face full of her lipstick marks, not only face, but neck too. And it's obvious that the shorter shinigami wouldn't stop right there.
"Well~ since my brother isn't here...we can make the most of our little fun time. Let's just hope no one comes at us now~" Rukia says, trying to act seductively. Turns out she's not the absolute best at this, but Renji loves it anyway.
"Oh god. Why not? We're lieutenants, we gotta have a break sometime." Renji gets up, picking up Rukia and carrying her to her room. It's so...so adorable. He puts her down on the bed and decides to take a look at the room.
It's full of bunny related things, especially related to chappy. There's some dresses scattered in the closet, the dresses Rangiku bought to Rukia, and also that dress Uryu made for her. And also...he notices something on the counter, he looks closer and picks it up.
It's that Chappy keychain he gave her while she was hurt, resting on that futon. He bought to her but turns out at the time, Ukitake-taichou gave her a HUGE Chappy, bigger than Soul Society as a whole. He got very envious and jealous at the time. He looks at the Chappy keychain, seeing she took great care of it, she actually loved it...it's a dear gift for her. Despite not being very used to affection, those gifts were the embodiment of heaven to Rukia. Gifts that comforted her.
The two lieutenants look at each other as Renji walks to Rukia and hugs her. "I love you." That's what they say at the same time, descending into their little heavenly moment of kissing — with love, a small temporary paradise for them.
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Some days after their act, Rukia encounters Rangiku walking on the snowy streets, wearing a charming, pink scarf. "Ah, Matsumoto-san...!" The shorter girl calls her attention. The busty woman turns to her, examining Rukia with her blue eyes.
"Oh? Oh, hey, Kuchiki-chan!" She grins, leaning at her. "Why are you speaking to me all of sudden? I thought you'd be busy." Rangiku says, chuckling. Rukia just rolls her eyes.
"I just wanted to thank you..." She says, looking at Rangiku's grin turning into a confused face. She then explains. "You know...thank you for giving me that lipstick. It was because of it I could...a-agh..." She pulls the taller woman closer and whispers in her ear. "I-I filled Renji with kisses...and he loved it."
"Y-you what?!?! My my...! I'm so happy for you, Rukia...how was it? Did you two enjoy the moment?" The busty lady asks gently, seeming genuinely happy for Rukia. "You deserve it! You two are so close to each other...it was already expected."
Rukia blushes, looking away. "Y-yeah. But anyways...thank you so much, Matsumoto-san...I could finally kiss him...well, we can...go shopping later in the human world if you want to." The black-haired girl smiles and then walks away.
Rangiku Matsumoto waves to Rukia as she walks away. Then, she turns to walk back to the 10th division. "She's so happy, it's adorable. It surely worked. I'm so glad I could help her in love~"
Additional notes: look, this was my first...long fanfiction? since the others i have made were too short, though that ive never submitted them. i will post this one on AO3...when i have the motivation to.
i'm not used to writing these, but i hope you all like it. i'm a fan of renruki (i want to find more merch of them but it's so hard to find in aliexpress...), and to satisfy my renruki needs, i wrote this. hope you like it.
#bleach#renji abarai#rukia kuchiki#renruki#renji x rukia#rangiku matsumoto mentioned#she's like a cupid in this fanfic www#it's my first actual fanfiction please don't throw tomatos at me#(do it please)#kissing#fanfiction#bleach AND renruki fans please interact!!
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