Husband!Ichigo who loves to fuck you raw as soon as you two get married, not just because he wants to become a dad as quickly as possible, but also because he craves the feeling of your warm walls clenching around his cock as you desperately milk him dry.
Husband!Ichigo who can’t keep his hands to himself whenever you pass by, casually smacking your pretty bum or thighs just because he can. Around you, he doesn’t have to hold back, he gets to be his true self. And that true self is a bit of a pervert who worships your beautiful curves every single day.
Husband!Ichigo who loves taking you in front of a full-size mirror, just so he can watch every little gasp and moan that leaves your lips as he agonizingly slowly slides his throbbing length inside your aching cunt. Standing right behind you, his heavy hands gripping and slapping your ass, he buries himself deep while watching your expressions twist in pleasure. The way your eyes roll back as you cream around him, like you’re about to fall apart completely? Absolutely priceless.
Husband!Ichigo who makes you a nutritious breakfast almost every morning, just to ensure you start your day right. It’s his quiet way of showing how much you mean to him and how deeply he cares about your well-being. And even on busy days, he still makes the effort, grabbing your favorite pastries and a good old coffee from the nearby bakery so you won’t go without.
Husband!Ichigo who loves waking you up with his mouth between your thighs, slowly pulling you from sleep as he indulges in your warmth. A soft chuckle vibrates against your skin when you begin to stir, his tongue dragging lazily over your slick folds while he takes his time. There’s no rush, he just wants to feel you, hear you, and make you come undone before the day even begins.
Husband!Ichigo who never returns from a mission empty-handed, always bringing you small trinkets or gifts that reminded him of you. Sometimes it’s something simple, sometimes something rare like exotic flowers from Hueco Mundo, or that sweet sake you once shared with him and Kyoraku (which he definitely didn’t “borrow”).
Husband!Ichigo who pulls you close in the early morning, half-asleep and still worn out from the night before, and slowly sinks into you from behind. His lips brush against your shoulder blades, leaving soft kisses as his hands wander gently over your body. His movements are slow, deep, and unhurried meant to wake you up in the most overwhelming way possible, especially when his fingers join in, guiding you right back to the edge.
Husband!Ichigo who keeps track of your cycle more carefully than you’d expect, not just to give you space when you need it, but because he knows exactly when you’re the most sensitive. On your ovulation. And when that time comes, he’s fucking you relentlessly until he got you stuffed full with his seed, pumping it even deeper inside of your fertile womb with every followed thrust.
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bf!ichigo who’s so into his pretty girl, he’d do anything you asked him. he’s a sweet guy.
bf!ichigo who lets you sit down on his lap and pierce his nose on a whim just because you said he’d look good with it and you really want to match with him.
bf!ichigo who never lets you pay for a thing when he’s around and always makes sure you’re treated like a princess.
bf!ichigo who drives you everywhere and lets you play whatever you want on the aux because how could he say no to his girl?
bf!ichigo who goes to concerts with you and acts like your bodyguard the way he stands behind you and makes sure nothing bothers your experience.
bf!ichigo who loves watching you doll up while he lies down on your bed surrounded by plushies and the colour pink.
bf!ichigo who loves to help you out in the kitchen, he is your sous-chef, make use of him!
bf!ichigo who makes you sit on his back while he does pushups.
bf!ichigo who gives you a massage the second you complain about any aches in your body. lie down babe, he’s taking care of you.
bf!ichigo whose heart feels so full when he watches you interact with his sisters and make an effort to hang out with them on your own time (like when you come over to his house and jokingly ignore him and shoo him away to have some “girl time” with his adorable younger sisters).
bf!ichigo who loves to dress up in matching outfits with you, he looks forward to halloween every year because you never fail to pick the best couple outfits.
bf!ichigo who plans all your dates. he doesn’t play when it comes to you, your dates will always be romantic and fun because you’re together and he puts in the work.
bf!ichigo who loves to stare at you. god forbid you’re in the same room as him when he’s having a conversation with anyone, his eyes will be on you.
bf!ichigo who loves when you manhandle him. shove him around, he can take it. any excuse to be touching you, or have you touching him he will take. ceo of #ilovemygf.
bf!ichigo who only watches tiktoks and reels for you, he’s waiting for you to slither up to his chest and watch them with him (he also watches everything you send him and heart it every time).
bf!ichigo who only has social media to post you. his instagram is dry as hell but you best believe he’s got one post with you taking a picture while he’s kissing your head. you are also in his pfp and all his stories are just of you (and maybe the occasional hangout with his friends).
bf!ichigo who shares all his media with you and wants to consume all the media you’re into because he’s so in love with you and wants to know more about your interests. yes, he only listens to playlists you make him. yes, you share accounts on everything.
bf!ichigo who has your things all over his room. yes there’s a framed picture of you on his desk right beside his family. also, you are his wallpaper, so what?
bf!ichigo who has thought about marrying you every single day and he will make it happen when you’re both ready for it. there is no way he’s not making you his wife, his one and forever only.
⤷ shower sex with your very horny and in love boyfriend ichigo <3
“c’mere” ichigo says in that low, rough tone the second the bathroom door clicked shut behind you two.
water is spraying over the both of you and he’s got you backed against the cool tile wall, his broad chest pressed to yours, the waters washing over the hard lines of his body.
his mouth quickly finds yours, tongue hot and insistent, one big hand cradling the back of your head so you don’t bump it on the wall. the other hand is already sliding down your wet skin, gripping your hip hard.
“fuck, baby, i missed you,” he mutters against your lips, voice thick. he’s half-hard already, thick length brushing your thigh as he rocks forward, needy little thrusts that show exactly how badly he wants to be inside you. “couldn’t stop thinking about you all day.”
he drops to his knees right there in the shower. the water cascading over his orange hair, sticking it to his forehead as he looks up at you with those dark eyes. so hungry and completely devoted to you.
his hands grip your thighs and he throws one of your legs over his shoulder, spreading you open just enough for his mouth to find your pussy. the first slow drag of his tongue has your head tipping back against the wall with a soft moan.
ichigo eats you out like a starving man. he’s sloppy with it, water and spit mixing as he groans into you, the vibrations making your legs shake. two thick fingers slide in deep, curling just right while his tongue works your clit in tight, relentless circles.
he keeps glancing up through his lashes, watching every twitch and gasp you make, like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen. “you taste so fucking good… such pretty noises you’re making baby,” he growls, voice muffled.
he’s rutting against nothing, cock flushed and leaking, so turned on from pleasuring you that he’s practically shaking. when you finally cum on his tongue, he moans as if he’s the one getting off, slowly riding out your orgasm.
he surges up and spins you around so your chest is pressed to the wall, and lines his cock up to your entrance. one deep thrust and he’s buried inside you, stretching you out perfectly.
ichigo’s forehead drops to your shoulder as he starts fucking you with quick, powerful strokes, water flowing over both of you.
“love you,” he pants, over and over. “love you so much—fuck—you feel so good.. mine. all mine.”
one hand is gripping your hip hard, the other reaching around to rub your clit because he needs you to cum on his cock this time.
he’s so deep it’s almost too much, “that okay? tell me if it’s too much, baby,” he murmurs.
his rhythm turns rougher, hips snapping hard, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he groans your name.
a broken, desperate sound comes out of his mouth as he fills you up, holding you tight through the aftershocks, still rocking his hips slowly like he can’t bear to pull out.
he’s pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck and your shoulders. his gentle hands washing you clean, he’s still a little hard, already nuzzling your neck again.
“round two after we actually get clean… or you wanna go again right now?” he says with that cocky little smirk in his face, but his eyes are soft and full of so much love for you.
a/n: uhh random draft that took me longer to put together than a normal fic LMAO. might be inaccurate unless you see the vision... THE vision. i also might've misplaced some characters mb
a/n ：im obsessed with him you have no idea ／（if you can't tell , this was EXTREMELY self indulgent）
ever since the rukon district, byakuya has not been quite himself. something soft and unfamiliar settled in his chest that day, and it has not left since. seeing you there, cradling that tiny infant so gently, so naturally, made his breath catch in a way he could not quite understand. it was not discomfort, not really. it was warm and strange and a little overwhelming, like a quiet ache blooming beneath his ribs. you looked so… right. so tender, so maternal, like you were made for it. and it made a thought take root, one he could not shake no matter how much he tried to push it away.
he wanted a child.
no, not just any child. yours and his. something small and soft that belonged to the both of you.
now, the room is dim and quiet, the kind of stillness that wraps around you like a blanket. you and byakuya are tucked together beneath the covers, meant to be drifting off to sleep. but instead, he shifts slightly in your arms, pressing closer than usual.
it is different tonight. he is different tonight.
byakuya kuchiki, who always prefers to be composed and distant, who always holds you rather than being held, is curled against your chest instead. your arms are wrapped around him, fingers threading softly through his dark hair, and he does not protest. if anything, he leans into it just a little more.
“..y/n,” he murmurs, his voice quiet and careful, like he is testing the weight of your name on his tongue.
“yes, kuya?” you whisper back, your hand still moving gently through his hair, soothing and slow.
there is a small pause. you can feel it in the way he breathes, in the way his fingers curl slightly against you.
“have you ever thought about having kids?”
your hand stills for just a second.
“…sorry?” you let out a soft, awkward laugh, blinking down at him in surprise. of all the things you expected him to say, that was not one of them.
byakuya sits up slowly, his expression thoughtful, brows drawn just slightly as if he is trying to piece his feelings into something coherent.
“have you thought about being a mother?” he asks again, quieter this time, but just as direct. “about having children… my children?”
you cover your face for a moment, a little flustered. “stop… you do not have to say it like that again,” you mumble, peeking at him through your fingers. “i mean… maybe? i think every wife has thought about it at least once. why are you asking?”
he hums softly, gaze drifting downward for a moment before returning to you. then, gently, almost hesitantly, his hand comes to rest over your womb.
the touch is light, almost reverent.
“i want to have children,” he admits, his voice softer than you have ever heard it. there is something vulnerable tucked inside his words, something small and honest. “or even just one… i do not mind.”
his fingers press just slightly, as if trying to imagine something that is not there yet
“when i saw you in the rukon district… holding that child…” he pauses, lashes lowering faintly. “i could not stop thinking about it. you looked so natural. so gentle.”
his eyes lift to meet yours again, and there is a quiet warmth in them that makes your chest feel all fluttery.
“i want to see you like that again,” he says softly. “but this time… with our child.”
you blink at him for a moment, his words settling into your chest all warm and heavy, before something softer bubbles up instead. your lips curl into a small smile, and your fingers gently tilt his chin upward so he has no choice but to look at you.
“awh…” you giggle quietly, your thumb brushing along his jaw. “has this been what’s been weighing on you this entire time? making you act so weird?”
there is no teasing bite in your voice, only warmth, only fondness.
byakuya’s brows knit together ever so slightly, a faint flush dusting across his cheeks at your words. “i have not been acting strange,” he replies, though his voice lacks its usual certainty.
you hum, clearly unconvinced, leaning in just a little closer. “mhm… really? because i do not remember my very composed husband suddenly wanting to be held like this,” you murmur, your arms tightening around him just a bit. “or asking me about babies out of nowhere.”
your laughter is soft, light, like a quiet melody in the still room.
his gaze flickers away for a brief second, and you swear you catch the smallest hint of embarrassment on his face. it is subtle, but it is there, and it makes your heart feel all fluttery.
“…it has been on my mind,” he admits after a moment, more quietly this time.
your expression softens instantly.
your hand leaves his chin only to cup his cheek instead, thumb brushing gently beneath his eye. “you could have just told me, kuya,” you whisper, smiling at him in that same gentle way.
he leans into your touch without thinking, eyes lowering slightly. “it is not something i am used to speaking about,” he says.
“i know,” you murmur, your voice fond. “that is why it is cute.”
that earns you the faintest look of offense, though it is quickly overshadowed by the softness still lingering in his expression.
“it is not meant to be ‘cute,’” he says, though there is no real bite to it.
you only giggle again, pressing your forehead lightly against his. “maybe not,” you whisper. “but you are.”
for a moment, he says nothing, simply watching you, something quiet and warm settling in his gaze again.
and then, almost hesitantly, his hand finds yours where it rests against his cheek, holding it there.
“…and you?” he asks softly. “have you truly thought about it?”
your smile lingers, but this time it is a little more thoughtful, a little more shy.
“…maybe,” you admit, your voice just as soft. “especially when i think about you as a father.”
his grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly at that, something unreadable flickering across his face, though the warmth never leaves.
“…then,” he murmurs, bringing your hand a little closer, pressing it gently against his lips for just a brief moment, “i will allow myself to hope for it as well.”
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a/n: i watched the movie and i got to see my baby byakuya, im so hyped for the rest of the cour
ichigo kurosaki→ tutor au
ichigo had it all, not only was he insanely popular and liked by the entire student body but he was incredibly talented in basketball. the way ichigo walked simply had people gravitating toward him despite his mean case of an rbf.
everything in his life was just good except his performance in biology, there was something about it that made he want to pull his hair out, if he was being honest it is the bane of his existence. he tried countless times to improve from studying up all weekend to completing past papers to even attending personal classes with his teacher but to no avail. he was just half-baked.
atleast that was what he thought before tatsuki signed him up for the free tutor program, where all the top achievers would be allocated a failing learner and tutor them until the end of the semester or if both parties agreed to continue the program. it is a simple solution to everyone's problems, peer teaching has proved to be an effective method in studying as well as it lessened the workload teachers had in tutoring every learner.
ichigo palms felt clammy, he rubbed them on the sides of his pants as he walks to the bench you instructed him to meet him at, the one under an oak tree. ichigo wondered about how you would perceive him, a delinquent who is incapable of learning? a popular guy who only accepts the tutoring program because he is forced to do so? the possibilities are endless. despite the image he had he did slightly care about the opinions of others.
and in the far distance, ichigo finds a person seated on the bench, a biology textbook and notebook opened on the first section of the syllabus. the second the sound of ichigo’s footsteps reached your ears you looked up from your phone. he nearly tripped on the root leading up to the bench but he played it off cooley, you were stunning, his mind questioning why he never encountered you before.
“you must be kurosaki ichigo.” you speak, his ears practically refining the sound to hear you better.
“yes, i am. nice to meet you.”
“nice to meet you too. well sit down so we can get started” you wave him over to sit beside you, the hoardes of students walking back home some tugging their own friends to go get icecream or hang out in a cafe together. ichigo greets back and sits right beside you hoping you wouldn't see the blush painting his ears a light red.
“so, i need you to show me how you study then we'll move on from there.”
“okay, what i usually do it try and complete past papers and i memorize the notes given to us.” he clears his throat feeling somewhat dizzy with the eye contact between the two of you. is it hot in here or was it just him?
“hmm. i see, i think your way of studying is inefficient, biology is one of those subjects that require you to understand the fundamentals so you can build a strong foundation,” you mutter bluntly. you pause for a second before continuing, “but that's no problem, we can get you that a+ by the end of the semester.”
“really?”
“yes, really. let's begin.”
and just like that, every monday and thursday afternoon the two of you would sit under that same tree, books sprawled open as you explained different concepts the textbook covered from how bacterial insulin is produced or the complexities of the negative and positive feedback loop in endocrine glands to the mere reproduction system.
this was one of those times where ichigo wondered why he hadn't gotten a tutor all along, sure your teaching style was a bit strange at first but over time your personality really started to shine through, he could tell that you were passionate about getting him to understand the concepts. his favorite thing about you being his tutor (aside from him having a crush on you) was how patient you were with him.
whenever he didn't understand a topic you'd substitute your explanations with hobbies he liked in order to build interest. never once did it feel demeaning or rude, it felt nice knowing someone actuality believed in him.
clearly that was prevalent in his results and he came rushing up to you a paper in his hand. “i did it.” he said housing a small smile on his face, a rare break from his frowning resting face.
“see i told you, you could do it. i might have to keep an eye out for the top achiever in this subject because you're catching up to me.” you grin back, noticing the exceptional results on the page.
“you might have to, im a fast learner, ya know.”
“that you are. so what do you want as a reward.”
“anything is fine.”
“well then i’ll get us two tickets to don kanonji’s live show this friday. I'll send you the details.” you wave him goodbye, your bag slung over your shoulder.
“bye!” he says excitedly. finally an opportunity to see you outside of the school premises. ichigo paused his celebration as he loomed over the words you just said.
was this a date?
byakuya kuchiki → arranged marriage
you knew what you were signing up for when accepting this marriage proposal, this was the life you were raised to live. to be an extension of your family by strengthing your social standing with other noble families.
so why did you feel offended by the lack of acknowledgement from your husband? sure you knew these types of marriages were often loveless, lacklustre and nothing but an appearance to uphold your family reputation but you could stop that intense feeling of rage and frustration mixing like an odd concoction. half your life you spent subduing your real personality, feigning this regal persona you couldn't quite perfect, softening your voice to placate the harshness of clan elders, all for who? for a man you'd rarely speak with.
the only glimpses you would share with byakuya would be simple conversations at dinner or the bland goodnights you'd mutter as you fall asleep beside him, yet you wanted more. you wanted him to really look at you, perhaps roll over and wrap his arms around your waist as you slept but you received nothing but silent breaths mingling with the distant cicadas.
however today felt off, the sun had dipped below the horizon, the dinner you mad growing colder and colder. why would you even care if he was home or not? ‘you didn't really about him’—that was what you would say if you weren't pacing around the room like a lunatic. you didn't care infact you were headed straight to bed.
the second you hear a knock on the door, you run to the door opening it to hear the bad news, “sorry to bother you so late, but i brought captain kuchiki back.” renji stutters out
“your efforts are appreciated. i'll will take over from here, you just have a good night.” you lift byakuya’s arm around your shoulder pulling him into the house. you stumble all the way to your shared room multiple questions just brew in your mind. byakuya carried the faint smell of cherry blossoms and it somehow suited him. you gently lay your husband down against the plush bed, his ears and cheeks just brushed with a light pink colour.
“you're so beautiful, you remind me of my wife.” he slurs out, pupils dilated at the sight of you hovering over him to remove his hair heirloom.
“what makes you say that?”
“you have the same kind eyes as her, and like…uh. face. you look like her.”
this was the one time you would get to know where byakuya's head was at, and how he truly feels about you, “so you are you fond of this wife of yours?” you remove his captain's garments and replace it with sleepwear.
“fond? that would do a disservice to how deeply i feel about her. i am a fool, i lay beside her every night and yet i, i,” he hiccups, “i cannot even seem to express to her that i love her, what if she despises me.”
“surely your feelings are reciprocated.” you hold back a smile, moving to blow out beside him. his arms snake around your waist before pulling you right on top of him. a squeal escapes your lips but he couldn't be concerned as pulled the covers over you, “stay with me.”
uryu Ishida→ academic rivals
nothing tasted better than getting good grades, a motto you always lived by. day after day you would put more effort than the average student into your assignments by always handing in before the due date, cross referencing with teachers and most importantly getting total for all your tests, earning you the title of ‘the high achiever.’ this was how your life was till your final year of high school.
your eyes zoned in the boy who introduced himself as, ishida uruyu. now one might wonder why you'd waste your precious time looking at him and the answer would be simple, you were analysing him. just for scientific purposes of course. gauging his academic output based on his appearance alone. what? you were rarely wrong.
luckily ishida wore his personality on his sleeve. he was the average quiet boy, nervous personality, the type you'd rarely see considering this school wasn't exactly prestigious. some parts of you wondered why he would even choose to learn at this dumpster fire of a school, clearly he had the academics to study elsewhere but that was none of your business.
uryu on the other hand had been informed by some weird orange haired guy of your academic prowess. why he felt the need to tell him confuses him to this day. to uryu his only goal was to achieve the best marks he could possibly obtain and apply to medical school or rather a goal set by his father.
the versatility of the degree was undeniable, the pay was good considering there was a demand for it globally, but it just didn't feel right to him. the sole reason for his academic success was just to receive the slightest acknowledgment dealt to him by his father, that was it.
uryu’s thoughts had been halted by the arrival of the teacher in his hands were stacks of paper that determines ones future. he goes from person to person dishing out the most recent test and folding them depending on the mark they recieved.
“looks like we have a tie for this first test, with both of them receiving 98% is [name] per usual and our newest student, Ishida.” the bald man announced with his monotone voice guaranteed to make you fall asleep. the second the class’s claps ceased uryu spinned back to catch a better look at his competition and his jaw almost dropped.
there you sat, your face indicating your scrutinising mood. to uryu, not only did you look insanely pretty enough to make him shift his glasses, but your outfit was just so well put. the way you styled your hair, the colour nail polish you adorned was enough to pull him in like a piece of steel to metal.
unbeknownst to someone admiring you, you flipped through your test wondering where your two marks were lost and in true academic fashion you sauntered over to the teacher's desk, his red pen already in hand ready to rectify any errors he made while marking.
“excuse me sir, but could you tell me where i went wrong here?” your voice soothing uryu's ears, and for the next six minutes, not that he counted, you spend arguing on the outcomes of the answer, before walking right up to him.
“hi, sorry to disturb you but did you get this question right?” you point to the section where you lost marks.
“uh, no problem.” uryu fumbles, flipping to the page you showed him. for a moment you compare answers reaching for your calculator before accepting defeat.
“your method isn't wrong, you just substituted the wrong numbers.” he blurts out, his ears turning a slight red.
“oh, well i still don't quite understand but, thank you.” you tilt your head examining the two papers. you return to your seat absent-mindly, your attention focused on the distant soccer field.
and before you knew it your title as the top academic achiever had been stripped. well, not necessarily, you were just forced to share it with uryu who would somehow beat you by a half mark. not only that, you overheard uryu and the delinquent ichigo speaking about you, then laughing right after. because of that you now held a one-sided grudge against him.
Warnings: self-indulgent (duuuh) and suggestive (?) in some parts..... lots of cozy vibes tho <3 it's probably only part 1, I had fun writing this! And fem reader :3.
He understands all about sleeping, sure.
Coyote Starrk:
But what about cuddling?
To start, it looks a bit uncomfortable...sleeping in his room...
So use Starrk as a mattress!
He wouldn't mind :]
I have the feeling he's literally heavy, so make sure you're fine with clinging.
If he accidentally gets hold of you, he's not letting go. And it's not easy to get free either.
And this guy is a heavy sleeper after all! Hug him back even if he doesn't really react or stir.
Because, deep inside, Starrk knows what you're doing.
It's cozy. Even if sometimes he complains. Ignore that. He's loving every second! ♡
He doesn't look like he really sleeps...
Ulquiorra Cifer:
Like, the type to lie on his back, stare at the ceiling, and go on about his day without any lapse of memory or something.
How does he do that??? (⑉⊙ȏ⊙)
For you, he'd put that aside to make you feel better.
(C'mon, sleeping with his eyes open is creepy!!!)
But Ulquiorra is not the cuddly type.
Stiff!
Veryyyy stiff.
He's unsure if he should (or if he can?) touch you or snuggle to your side.
Everywhere.
So he stays still and lets you do whatever you'd like.
Ulquiorra would also stay so quiet, omggg ><
Speechless? Not quite. He's concentrating HARD not to comment on everything like the yapper he is.
If you're on his side, on top of him, or with your back turned, whatever, he's trying not to question it.
And maybe, just maybe, holding himself back from letting out embarrassing noises if you do decide to caress him.
ANYWAY (*ﾉωﾉ)
Snuggle with him freely!
Lots of kickin'... you'll probably end up with a few bruises.
Nnoitra Gilga:
He's sharp, man! ><
But hey, even if he's belittling you for a while and swearing he hates everything about this, Nnoitra will calm down.
Eventually...
I mean, once he sees it's nothing that bad or scary, he'll actually hold you.
And when I say hold, I mean HOLD. He's not letting go that easily once he got used to it!
Might grumble under his breath if you keep moving too much.
If he's asleep, it's all good.
He says it's distracting. And annoying. And stupid.
But, you see... it's Nnoitra.
If you make this a routine, he might (alright, he WILL) let his hands wander if he's bored. (/▿＼ )
Change the position a bit too; keep him entertained!
Rather die than admit he's going soft with you, though...
Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez:
PRONE POSITION!!!1!1!
He sleeps on his belly. Or curled with one knee up.
And if he's with you, he's sleeping on top of you! ><
Shameless. He complains if you try to move him away.
Grimmjow usually keeps one arm locked around your shoulders. But if he's too comfortable, he might wrap a leg around you too.
As you can see, he's cuddly... But don't tease him too much!
Or do. He'll counterattack by going aggressive, though.
Holding you tighter, sneaking a few bites here and there if your neck is too close...
Overall a good experience if you don't push your luck.
Cuddling time is good.
Szayelaporro Granz:
He makes sure you're comfortable beside him.
Nothing that remarkable. Not because he's boring or anything like that; no, it's more because that's relaxation time~~
And for him, that means he can tease you as much as he pleases~.
The tease: a hand lingering over your waist, only to move on your hips... So slow and explorative...
And then he keeps his hands to himself as if nothing were happening at all!
If you try to point out what Szayel is doing, he'll feign innocence.
How maddening!!!
So don't even try...(눈‸눈)
Tease him back and you can get yourself a great night.
BONUS:
Sousuke Aizen:
He sleeps like a baby, c'mon.
Peaceful. Dreamy, even.
And if he got company, you'd be able to see how even his touch is featherlight.
The big spoon~~
Keeps his face tucked in your neck. Your scent is everything for this guy, surprisingly.
But, even then...
You might feel somewhat trapped after a while.
Aizen is not overbearing, but you know....
If you're not in the mood to join him, he'll keep bugging you.
Might throw a fake frown here and there to look convincing. He doesn't need it.
You'll cave in eventually ╮(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)╭
Gin Ichimaru:
If you bring up cuddling to him, Gin will actually pause for a second before considering your plea.
Like ???? Should he really let someone this close to him?
Gladly, he will let you choose any position you'd like. He got no preference.
Of course he should! Silly!
He will just think, "hm, so this is what y/n prefers..."
Guide him if you want too, but Gin will do his own thing when getting comfortable.
Might let a hand near your chest. Or switch up to caress your hair in silence if he's lost in thought... (*ﾉωﾉ)
Anyway, if you want to sleep with him, he's nice, I suppose.
A bit cold, but hug him for warmth. His body will get warmer soon, no? >-<
If you want your space though, Gin will turn his back on you and sleep soundly~.
A bit blunt about all this, to be honest.
Finally, I'm not sick anymore!! While I was rotting in that medical bed, all I wanted was my Shinji plushie to cuddle with.....(╯︵╰,) I guess that's what inspired me to think about cuddling... I don't wanna get sick again (´ . .̫ . `)
content ⸝⸝ (separate) shinji hirako + shunsui kyoraku + kisuke urahara x fem ! reader , drabblish/one-shot , fluff
಄ shinji hirako
─── "HAHHH? why are you so mad today?" he cocked his head, studying your expression with concern. he reached out to pinch your cheek, stretching it playfully, but you swatted his hand away, a wave of nausea washing over you.
"shut up, shinji. your voice is annoying," you muttered, plopping down on the edge of the bed. the mattress sank under your weight as you rested one hand on your forehead and the other on your stomach, trying to quell the nauseousness. "you’re making me nauseous just by talking."
the blond's smile completely vanished, replaced by a deep frown etched across his face. "why? what did i do to make you so upset?"
"…i'm pregnant," you blurted out, the words tumbling out unexpectedly like a dam had broken. at first, a smile started to spread across his face when he heard the news, his eyes lighting up, but it quickly faded as he processed your sour mood.
"oh? since when did you start making jokes when you’re mad?" a sly smirk played on his lips as he tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear, clearly not believing a word you said.
you shook your head, your gaze fixed on a spot on the ceiling. "i’m not lying, shinji. you’re going to be a dad," you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.
his eyebrows shot up, his mouth agape in disbelief. "and that's why you're so angry…?" he asked.
"mood swings, maybe," you sighed, leaning back against the bed, exhaustion pulling at your eyelids. "i’m just nervous, okay? this wasn't exactly planned."
shinji stretched out on the bed next to you, his eyes softening with understanding as he gently rubbed your stomach. "want me to cook some food for you? maybe that'll help you feel better?"
"i’m not really feeling hungry," you replied, your voice muffled by the pillow.
"good, because i didn't feel like cooking anyway—"
gathering the last of your strength, you smacked him upside the head before drifting off to sleep, his playful protests fading into a distant hum.
TWO YEARS LATER
“SHINJI! why are you holding our son upside down?!”
“i’m welcoming him to the inverted world.”
಄ shunsui kyoraku
─── "WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, well aren’t you worked up today?” shunsui had to hold your hair back as you leaned over the toilet, throwing up everything you had eaten.
it had been a few days since you started acting this way—constantly nauseous, tired, and overly emotional. it finally hit you like a ton of bricks.
you were pregnant.
with his child.
the realization washed over you in waves, mixing with the morning sickness.
"tell me what's wrong." he kept his voice steady and calm. you felt like you were emptying your entire stomach and your entire life. "did captain ichimaru pull some prank on you? or did captain kurotsuchi ask to run tests on you?"
you sighed, finally done throwing up, and leaned back against the cool tile of the bathroom wall. "i took a pregnancy test the other night." the words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of what they meant.
his eyebrows shot up, and his eyes widened slightly. "is this going where i think it's going?" he looked at you, searching for confirmation.
"if you think i’m pregnant, then yeah." you confirmed, watching his reaction closely.
he helped you stand up, your body weak and trembling, and guided you to the bed. his touch was gentle, reassuring.
"wow, i’m a dad now? i wonder how yamamoto will react when he finds out i'm going to be a dad," shunsui mused, grabbing a few pillows to help make you feel comfortable.
you chuckled softly, a small smile gracing your lips despite the morning sickness. "you’ll always be a baby in his eyes."
"well, you're about to have one now." he grinned, adjusting the pillows behind your back.
"we are.” you corrected, emphasizing the word.
EIGHT YEARS LATER
“(nameeeeee), she’s complaining that i braided her hair wrong.”
“it’s not supposed to look like an ice cream swirl, shunsui!”
಄ urahara kisuke
─── "I'M PREGNANT." you announced.
urahara blinked, his expression unreadable for a fleeting moment, before he burst into a fit of giggles, waving his hand dismissively. "haha, very funny, (name)! now, where were we?" he tried to steer the conversation back to its previous topic.
"i'm being for real, kisuke," you whispered, your fingers fidgeting nervously in your lap. you watched him carefully, trying to gauge his reaction, your heart pounding in your chest.
he fanned himself with the fan in his hand, a nervous habit you’d come to recognize. "come again?" he asked, as if he hadn’t quite processed your words.
you facepalmed, a sigh escaping your lips. "i said, i’m pregnant, kisuke."
a beat of silence passed before he muttered, "and it's mine?" he immediately caught the grumpy expression on your face. "I'M GONNA BE A DAD?!" he shrieked, his voice cracking with a mixture of disbelief and joy.
he would've jumped on you, but now that there's a baby growing in your stomach, he couldn't. instead, he gently rested his head on top of your belly.
"this little guy will ruin our cuddling nights," he complained jokingly, but his voice was thick with affection. you leaned your back against the couch and ruffled urahara’s hair, now that he was sprawled across your lap, his ear pressed against your stomach.
"i have a feeling you're going to be a bad father…" you mumbled, the words barely audible, but he caught them, his head snapping up.
"no, I won't!”
SIX YEARS LATER
“okay, son! go tell your mom that your dad is the better parent!”
authors note. not a big fan on how i wrote this bc i was lwk half awake but i hope you like it (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )♡
