#bleach uryu

[mightbmel]

getting caught having sex with BLEACH boys..

includes: Chad, Ichigo, & Uryu

ICHIGO KUROSAKI

he’s loving the way you’re fucking him back, riding him as he thrusts his hips back up to yours, watching him throw his head back on the couch. “Fuck.. you’re riding the shit outta me.. ‘can barley take it baby..” Ichigo groans, bursting flames of confidence through your system while you raise your hips, slamming them back down as the living room is full with noise of skin meeting skin.

The show you two put on Netflix is running idly now, your original plans when you invited him over, texting him that your parents weren’t gonna be home until the next morning. Of course, Ichigo took this chance to book it to your place to spend some time with you. It wasn’t often you two got any alone time, especially at the Kurosaki household.

Ichigo gripped the fat of your ass, squishing both cheeks with his scarred hands, helping you back up and down as he followed your bouncing tits with his eyes, his smirk faltering every now and then in place of a low moan.

“Let’s put a show on”, you suggested, but when you knew it was going to be the two of you at your place alone, you knew you’d both be doing alot more than just watching some tv.

But before you could recognize the sound of your dad’s car in the driveway, and his keys making its way inside the lock of the front door, it opened with a creak.

“Hey kiddo, your mom and I stopped by that Chinese place and I thought we’d—“

Silence.

That was all you heard after your mom had let out a sharp gasp, and your dad had stopped his sentence mid way, both you and Ichigo pausing as you two suddenly recognized the voices by the door as your eyes met.

Suddenly, with the rush of adrenaline, and embarrassment running through your core, you rushed to cover yourself with whatever clothes and blankets nearby, as you hid as much as yourself as you could with the fabric. Meanwhile Ichigo pulled out as carefully as he could, eyes wide as he rushed to throw on his hoodie and sweatpants.

“Dad! I— I didn’t know you two were coming back so early I—“

“Sir— I’m— we’re really sorry I—“

The both of you stumbled over each others words, what story to say and what excuses to make, flushed in the face to the brim with the disbelief you two just got caught fucking raw on the living room couch.

“Y/n.. I.. I just get dressed— I’ll talk to you two upstairs..” your father said, exhaling out loud while his fingers bunch at the tense bundle of skin between his furrowed eyebrows, his other hand on his hip. Your mother by his side already going off in a stressed out rant.

All you two could do was nod in shame and embarrassment, getting as clothed as you can until you two made it upstairs, ready to get scolded like two high school kids.

“I.. they told me they wouldn’t be back, Ichigo..” you started, but he could only huff and give you a smile before pulling you close, kissing your cheek.

“Nah.. don’t worry about it babe.. I know you weren’t expecting this. But.. if anything, just prepare for how embarrassing this is gonna be..”

All you could do was smile and teasingly nudge his side, letting him give you one more kiss to your forehead as he flashed you a smile.

URYU ISHIDA

“Uryu..”, he heard you whine softly, like music to his ears.. bringing a hand to glide over your skin in embrace as he brought it back to keep your leg in the air, giving his cock space to slip in between and thrust inside.

Uryu wanted to be slow with it, making love with you from behind the very few times you two thought you’d be interrupted for a while at his residence, as his father had his own duties elsewhere at times like this.

Rubbing the soft skin on your legs and kissing your neck, helping sat up to flip you onto your back, setting his glasses aside to not fall onto your face as you eyed the way his hair fell forward so gracefully. Which seemed to be just about the way he moved doing anything.

Leaning down to meet your lips in a deep kiss, he pushed your legs forward up to your chest, bringing one hand down to slip himself back in as he watched your face morph in pleasure, your tits pooling to your sides as he brought the one hand that wasn’t gripped to the sheets beside your head, to massage the right and squish your tender flesh every now and then, earning soft moans from you while he rocked at a decent pace.

But before you could moan out his name one more time, you two were startled at the sound of a knock, shooting your heads to look at the door.

“Uryu.. these notes..”

The two of you suddenly scrambled at the sound of his father turning the doorknob, pulling out of you while you rushed to put on whatever clothes you could find, sweating from the sex and panic.

To the sight of his father opening the door, he found you two sweating, panting, and, most of all, messy. Your hair a mess with your cleavage covered up by Uryu’s white hoodie, and his son, equally a mess with wide eyes behind his loosely hanging glasses.

Ryuken Ishida balled a fist to his side, but kept his cool, letting his annoyance fade.

“Uryu.. it seems we’ll be having a different conversation. Meet me in my office.”

And with that, his father left the two of you alone to clean yourself up, meeting each others eyes as you laughed awkwardly.

“Hah.. I— I’m sorry.. I didn’t-“

“No. It’s fine.. I should’ve known.”

Uryu stopped you in your tracks before you even got to blame yourself, exhaling in slight relief, as he flashed you a sincere smile.

“You can stay here and clean yourself up.. I’ll be back with something to drink.” Uryu smiled, bending down where he stood to cup your cheek, kissing you deeply before standing back upright, finishing the last few buttons on his collared white button down.

You flushed and gave Uryu a sympathetic smile, watching him leave to walk off to his impending doom.

CHAD/YASUTORA SADO

Yasutora’s head laid back while you kept at sucking him slowly, his lips ajar and his chest rising with every breath.

You found yourself wanting to give him head for his pleasure and your own, your pussy dripping wet from how turned on you made yourself, sucking his cock in such a sloppy manner you couldn’t help but get wet.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend kept his hand gently tangled in your hair, free from guiding you as he let you go at your own pace, nearly killing him from how hard you kept sucking him, sat in between his thick legs and managing to pump and twist his shaft at the same time.

Yasutora brought his head forward to watch how you occupied yourself with his cock, bobbing your head and pumping what couldn’t fit, spitting on it in between, and the moment you brought your lips to his balls to tug and suck on them, he swore he saw the gates of heaven himself.

Letting his head fall back in defeat, he let out pleasured groans and pants, equally turning you on while you kept from touching yourself, because your fingers weren’t enough.

He ignored the small pool of saliva he had dripping down from his shaft to his ass, letting himself enjoy how good you were making him feel, twisting his cock while you momentarily switched back to kissing his tip. Like you were making love with the damn thing.

And you quite were. You loved Chad, and Chad jr. especially, so you figured why not show them a good time?

At least, that’s what you hoped for, not knowing his phone was buzzing with multiple texts and a few missed calls, quite far away and quiet enough that the sounds of you slurping up the spit on his cock was louder.

Without batting an eye, you kept at it, until Yasutora stood and decided he wanted to take you now, before he came.

“Ah! Be— be careful Chad..” you giggled playfully while he carried you over his shoulder, making you jump as he gave your ass a light squeeze.

He made his way over to his bed, landing you down softly while his cock still stood hard, and firm.. a sight for sore eyes that you were fortunately blessed with.

You smirked, your cheeks burning as Yasutora gave you a small smirk of his own back, crouching down to be at head-level with your pussy, exciting you even more.

Yasutora spread your thighs to make himself some room, diving in as his nose brushed against your bush. He used a free hand to tuck his own hair aside out of the way, ready to watch you fall apart on his tongue.

“‘Yasu.. mmn.. f..feels good..” you moaned out, sprawling yourself out on the bed, playing with your nipples ready to enjoy how this felt.

Your toes were curling, back arched and thighs clamped tight around his head while he languidly licked you, but the pleasure only lasted for a moment, unbeknownst to the two of you you’d be rudely interrupted by a—

knock.

Not one, but two hard knocks, startling the two of you as you heard conversation behind the door.

“Ah fuck.. who the hell—“

Just as confused, and mildly annoyed as you, Chad stood up abruptly and faced the door, recognizing whose voice is behind it.

Yasutora froze, wondering if he misheard the voice he recognized behind the door as a couple more knocks that beat the door startled him.

“Yasu.. who is it?”

His lips parted slightly to speak, looking back at you with a sweat drop, hesitant.

“Your parents..” “—WHAT?!”

You didn’t let him finish, eyes wide in shock as you stood up from the bed and collecting yourself, at least, with clothing, fixing your hair and tucking the pieces that flew out, while Chad himself threw on whatever sweats and tank top laid nearby.

“What are they even doing here? I didn’t even..” you rambled, your voice drowning out in the background as you dressed yourself up in whatever was thrown on the floor.

Chad only watched you with sympathy, not really sure what to say in the moment as he stayed quiet, wondering what he should say.

But your boyfriend didn’t need to say anything as you rushed to the door with heavy footsteps, swinging it open as you were face to face with your parents.

“Y/n! Hey honey, we just wanted to drop these off..” your dad stated, holding a bagged gift of miscellaneous confections and treats, signed by your younger cousin, along with an envelope signed by both your mom and dad.

Your mom ushered in to give you a tight hug, squishing your cheek as you felt a little embarrassed, only because Chad was about seven inches deep in your throat about ten minutes ago.

“Oh Y/n we missed you and..” as she spoke, she drifted as she noticed something the moment she pulled away. The marks littering your neck, to the flushed color of your cheeks, and most telling of all, how much of a mess you appeared in those clothes.

Your mom’s face went bright, blinking like she was finding what to say, and decided to link her arm with your father’s.

Your father, confused, wanted to argue about leaving so soon, but your mother cut him off swiftly.

“D/n, let’s come back another time.. I think we.. stopped by at a bad time..” patting his arm in an attempt to sway him.

“I think we’ll give you a call the next time we’re on our way..”

You only blushed, feeling embarrassed as you stood in your spot with your feet flat on the floor, knowing you weren’t quite dressed to be hanging out and talking.

Chad only gave her and your father a small nod in respect, feeling quite shy regarding what you two were doing not too long ago, and watched the pair walk away, closing the door after you both gave your goodbyes.

You sighed and threw yourself on the bed, defeated from the fact that you lost your high and didn’t even get to finish.

Your boyfriend turned, exhaling as he sat on the edge of the bed by you.

“..You think she knew..?”

Without even sitting up, you respond.

“Oh yeah. She knew.”

[arabella0001]

Bleach men eating you out

Characters: Urahara Kisuke, Aizen Sosuke, Kenpachi Zaraki, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Shunsui Kyōraku

part 2: Ichigo Kurosaki, Byakuya Kuchiki, Renji Abarai, Uryuu Ishida, Tōshirō Hitsugaya

part 3: Shinji, Gin, Ukitake, Starrk

cn: oral (f receiving), praising, slight degrading, edging, bondage, rough/soft, sub/dom, fingering, overstimulation

Kisuke

Kisuke is unpredictable. One day, he surprises you with aphrodisiac chocolates, the next, he has you bound and edged until you’re crying, and on another, he acts like none of it happened — making love to you as if those other nights were just in your head, but the glint in his eyes and the way his rough touches feel at the end always give him away.

“Tsk, tsk, [Name]. Do you always have to be so feisty?”

His tongue moves skillfully, teasing, only to stop suddenly. He plays it cool, pressing soft kisses to your thighs before sinking his teeth in just enough to make your hips jolt.

“Kisuke, I swear—”

Before you can finish, his tongue is on you again, eating you so well that the words die in your throat. Your breath catches, your whole body tensing from the swelling intensity.

“Oh, God— Oh, God!”

He doesn’t stop until your rippling orgasm is all over his mouth, slipping down to his chin.

Aizen

You are not prepared for the torturous night ahead if aizen has decided to eat you until you break. He edges you mercilessly, over and over, until you can’t even beg anymore—your body too drained to move.

“Please, Aizen…Please—“

He starts slow, laying you down in your shared bed, making you cum from just his fingers and do it at least twice before he finally loses control. By the time he grips your thighs at the edge of the bed, that knowing, sinister smile is already on his lips.

“You’ve turned me into something… beastly, dear.”

And then he eats you out so deeply, that all you can see, all you can feel, is him.

“A-Aizen—I love you so much, I love you, I love you—”

You pant heavily, eyes squeezed shut. He pauses for just a moment, letting his fingers trace slow, taunting circles around your clit, drinking in your desperation.

He chuckles. “How sweet… your desperation makes me crave you even more.” He lives for this—for seeing you completely undone beneath him. And because you’ve been so obedient, he decides to reward you.

Grimmjow

Grimmjow has experience—too much experience—and it shows in the way he refuses to stop, dragging you into another orgasm just because he wants to. You’re already at your third when you try to push him away.

“P-please—Stop! No more…”

He barely even acknowledges you, his sharp grin never fading.

“Huh? What was that?” His pace never slows, his fingers gripping your thighs to keep you still. “You knew what you were getting into, woman.” He pushes you past your limits, your legs trembling violently from pleasure and exhaustion. Tears sting the corners of your eyes.

“Now scream for me, brat.” He growls, adding. “Let me enjoy myself.”

Kenpachi

Kenpachi is starved.

When you’re in his hands, you don’t know if you’ll make it out unscathed or if you even want to.

He usually chains your hands above your head, the cold metal bars of the bed frame biting into your skin, a blindfold wrapped securely around your eyes. Like this, he can feast on you in peace, drinking in every single one of your screams as if your pussy is a meal meant only for him.

“Music to my ears, darling. Now, show me what you’re made of.” His mouth is ruthless, his long tongue dragging over every inch of your pussy with an almost lazy ease. His teeth graze your clit just enough to send a sharp jolt through your entire body. " Don’t make me tell you again, woman."

He likes it when you try to squirm away. He loves it when you realize you can’t.

Shunsui

Shunsui might seem like a lazy lover, but the truth is, he could spend hours between your thighs if you let him.

No, scratch that. He does spend hours between your thighs, overstimulating you until your body is nothing but pure sensation. He makes it his mission to have you pussy riding his face at least a few times a week.

“Mmm—” Your voice is muffled, your body trembling as you grind against his mouth. You’re so close—so ridiculously close—but your body aching from the intensity of it all and the pent up tiredness.

“You’re doing perfect, sweetheart. Just one more, let go for me.” Hus big hands grip your thighs, guiding your movements, helping you find the perfect rhythm. You try to hold on, but it’s all too much. Your fingers clutch the headboard, your back arching as you cum in his mouth, shuddering against him. He hums in satisfaction, licking his lips. “Mhmm… just one more, darling. You know i love the way you taste.”

[bambieyedpoet]

⋆˚࿔ bleach university/college au headcanons ⋆˚࿔

starring: nerd uryuu, alt renji, frat boy grimmjow, jock chad, campus golden boy ichigo.

⸝⸝ dear y/n, we are pleased to inform you that your application at shinigami university has been accepted. welcome to our institution! ⸝⸝

to say you were excited would be an understatement -- your dream university, in your dream degree, but more importantly your dream of being surrounded by unbelievably attractive men has come true. you see, shinigami unviersity was #1 in the state for academics, and also good-looking people. anytime a new achievement would break out about the unviversity performing well in any academics, the discourse on the internet would be about how goodlooking their principal aizen was or the cute smiles of the students in lab coats.

you accept the invite link for the group chat, to familairse yourself with the people in your cohort, and boy were you pleased. you scroll, and scroll, and scroll -- looking at the faces, the accolades, the background of all the people going.

there were a couple names which stood out...

hottie one: uryuu ishida, the nerd

uryuu ishida has deep blue eyes, square glasses that look a bit outdated, and hair that always sits perfectly even when he’s rushing between classes. he got into shinigami university on a full scholarship without needing any help. in high school he was the dux, the school leader, and the student teachers used as an example when they wanted everyone else to try harder.

at uni he hasn’t slowed down. he’s the manager of three societies, the top student in pre‑medicine, and the person everyone goes to when they need clarification on lecture content. he never brags about any of it. he just does the work and moves on.

no one talks about his dating history because there’s nothing to talk about. he keeps to himself and doesn’t get involved in drama. the only thing people mention is that he studies too much and never misses a deadline.

you eventually learn more about him than most people do. after scrolling through his instagram, which is mostly photos of textbooks and neat notes, you find a few old posts of sewing projects and crochet pieces. they’re simple, but you can tell he put effort into them. it’s the most personal thing he’s shared online, and it makes you curious about what else he does when he’s not buried in coursework.

hottie two: renji abarai, the alternative boy

renji abarai stands out on campus without trying. he has bright red hair, tattoos that run down his arms, and a collection of guitars he rotates through depending on his mood. most people know him as the alternative guy in engineering who somehow passes every unit even though he skips half the lectures because he's unbelievably talented.

he got into shinigami university through a mix of decent marks, a strong practical portfolio, and a reference from a teacher who believed he’d do well if he actually applied himself. he’s not top of the cohort, but he’s the one everyone wants in their group because he can build anything and fix anything.

he’s loud in tutorials, laughs at his own jokes, and always has a guitar pick in his pocket. he plays at small gigs around campus and sometimes at bars near the uni. people recognise him before he recognises them.

there are plenty of rumours about him. some say he’s dated half the arts faculty, others say he’s too focused on band practice to bother with relationships. no one really knows the truth because he doesn’t talk about it.

you find out more by accident. his instagram is full of photos of guitars, band posters, and half-finished engineering projects. buried between them are a few older posts of him practising chords in his bedroom, long before the tattoos and the confidence. it makes him feel more real, less like the loud guy everyone assumes he is.

hottie three: grimmjow jaegerjaquez, the frat boy

grimjow jaegerjaquez is one of the most popular people at shinigami university. everyone knows him, even if they’ve never spoken to him. he’s loud, confident, and always in the middle of whatever is happening on campus. he’s majoring in international business, mostly because it sounds impressive and he likes the idea of travelling for work later.

he’s a key member of his frat. he’s not the president, but people treat him like he runs the place. he’s the one who gets everyone to show up to events, the one who talks his way out of trouble with campus security, and the one who somehow convinces lecturers to give extensions when the whole group needs them.

his tattoos are impossible to miss. they cover his arms and back, and he adds new ones whenever he feels like it. he doesn’t explain them. he just says they look good, and no one argues.

he skateboards everywhere. to class, to the shops, through the courtyard, even inside the frat house. he’s good at it too. he jumps stairs, grinds rails, and never seems to fall. people film him all the time, and the clips end up on uni meme pages. some say he’s dated half the business faculty. others say he’s impossible to keep up with. he doesn’t confirm anything. he just laughs and keeps moving.

his instagram is full of party photos, gym shots, and videos of him skating. if you scroll far enough, you find older posts from before he joined the frat. he looks less polished, less intense. it’s the only sign that he wasn’t always the centre of attention.

hottie four: chad [yasutora sado], the jock

yasutora “chad” sado is known across shinigami university for one thing before anything else: his size. he’s tall, built, and famous for his strength. he’s a boxer with an impressive record, and the sports faculty treats him like their unofficial mascot. even people who don’t follow boxing know who he is.

he’s majoring in sports science, because it lines up with his training and he actually enjoys learning how the body works. he’s not loud in class, but he pays attention and hands in every assignment on time. tutors like him because he’s respectful and doesn’t cause trouble.

he’s part of the uni boxing club and trains almost every afternoon. the gym staff know him by name. he helps new members without being asked, and he never shows off even though he could. he’s the type who lifts heavy weights without making a scene.

people say he’s too focused on training to date, or that he’s impossible to read because he doesn’t talk much. he doesn’t correct anyone. he just keeps to himself and looks after the people he cares about.

hottie five: ichigo kurosaki, the campus golden boy

ichigo kurosaki is the campus golden boy. he gets good grades, plays basketball for the uni team, and somehow manages to stay on top of everything even with a packed schedule. people know him as the guy who always shows up, works hard, and doesn’t make a big deal about it.

he’s majoring in psychology. he picked it because he wants to understand people better and because it felt right. he’s not the type to brag about marks, but he consistently sits near the top of his classes. tutors like him because he participates without taking over the room.

on the court he’s fast, sharp, and competitive. the basketball team relies on him during big games, and he handles the pressure without acting like he’s above anyone else. he trains early in the morning, goes to class, then trains again in the afternoon. it’s a routine he sticks to without complaint.

he dresses simply, usually in hoodies and team gear, but he still stands out. he has bright hair that makes him easy to spot in any crowd. people greet him everywhere he goes, and he always gives a quick nod back even if he’s in a rush.

who would you guys want to date?

nerd uryuu

alternative renji

fratboy grimmjow

jock chad

golden boy ichigo

Voting ended onMay 8

[ayu-san12]

IchiHime off-camera😆

[mikaiswolfsbane]

Bleach men as romance tropes

✣including: ichigo, byakuya, uryu

WC 2.1k

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.

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here's an edit

[stangergorya]

I love bleach

[himesbakery]

· · ────── ꒰ Ishida Uryu ꒱ ────── · ·

· · ☆ ☆ contents . . . fluff ⸝⸝ marriage ⸝⸝ sweet ⸝⸝ romance ⸝⸝ wholesome ⸝⸝ husband ⸝⸝ slice of life ☆

ֶָ֢ ꮽ ݁ Headcanons with Doctor Uryu ㅤꨄ︎

ֶָ֢ ꮽ ݁ and as your husband x femreader pt2.

· · ────── ꒰ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ꒱ ────── · ·

ྀི༷♡ ˚ִִ𓈒꒱ 𝅄 ˚ ׅ doctoruryu!! who craves your presence so badly after long, draining days, seeking your presence out without even thinking about it. You are the quiet warmth to his otherwise restless world–the warm, radiating sun to his solitude moon. You are the only person who could truly soothe the lingering tension in his mind and the ache in his bones. The moment he steps through the door, there’s an almost gravitational pull towards you–towards your warmth, your comfort, your familiarity. And he gives in to it every time. He settles against you so easily, like second nature, resting his head in the crook of your neck as if it's the only place that’s ever made sense to him. His palms find your hips, steady and grounding, gently pulling you closer as he models himself against you…like you were always meant to fit together this way. It’s quieter here. Safer. Close enough to feel your heartbeat, to hear your soft breaths, to catch every hushed word you murmur to him as your fingers glide through his hair–sweet, reassuring things meant only for him. And Uryu responds in the only way he knows how, pressing those soft, lingering kisses against your skin, slow and deliberate, just enough to remind himself that no matter how exhausting the world becomes…he has this. He has this stolen moment…with you.

ྀི༷♡ ˚ִִ𓈒꒱ 𝅄 ˚ ׅ doctoruryu!! who works so late into the night, even at home, surrounded by scattered papers and sticky notes filled with his neat handwriting, all bathed in soft, dim lighting. It’s a familiar sight, one you’ve seen far too many times. And yet, every time you step into his study room, with a warm cup of tea, he still looks up like he didn’t expect you to–like he forgot, for just a moment, that someone could care for him this gently. So quick to forget that you have always done this. That you always will. You press a soft kiss to the crown of his head, whispering that he should go to bed soon, that he has work later, that he needs rest…and that maybe, the sheets feel just a little too empty and cold without him. He thanks you, as always, even if it’s subtle. A small nod, a softened expression, a faint smile, a quiet whisper of “you shouldn’t have.” But the truth is simple, he’s deeply grateful for this…for you. For every small act of love you offer so effortlessly. More than he could ever properly put into words.

ྀི༷♡ ˚ִִ𓈒꒱ 𝅄 ˚ ׅ doctoruryu!! who would never openly admit how much he enjoys kissing you, but his actions will always speak louder than his words ever could. It shows in the quiet moments– those soft, lingering goodnight kisses, where his lips just briefly brush against yours, only to press more firmly a second later, like he can’t quite bring himself to pull away. And then there are the mornings. The ones where he’s meant to get up, meant to leave, meant to be responsible, yet instead…he finds himself hovering over you, kissing you so feverishly, so desperately, those sloppy yet calculated kisses whenever he’s debating whether or not to skip work entirely, trying so hard to restrain himself from completely devouring you. It’s the way he shoves his tongue past those pretty, swollen lips of yours, tasting you–eating you as if you were his last ever meal. It’s the way his hand finds your jaw instinctively, steadying you, guiding you closer as if he needs to memorise the feeling, as if he needs to do absolutely anything to deepen the kiss, to swallow all of you in a single breath. Every kiss lingers a second too long. Every touch carries intent. He tells himself to stop, to stay composed, to cling onto that last remainder of rationalinity, but oh…you make it so difficult for him. Because, how is he supposed to leave…when you look like that? So ethereal under him, a pretty sinful sight.

ྀི༷♡ ˚ִִ𓈒꒱ 𝅄 ˚ ׅ doctoruryu!! who grows quietly perplexed whenever you sit there, admiring him so softly, so openly, so quietly. Like there is something about him worth lingering on. It’s the way you let your fingertips trace along his jawline, slow and absentmindedly, like you have memorised every angle. The softness in your gaze–it doesn’t quite make sense to him, it unsettles him, the way you are seeing something in him he’s never once noticed himself. You look at him as if he’s something rare, something beautiful, something worth keeping your eyes on. Like a waterfall that spills in a steady rush, silver water cascading over stone as the mists rises. Uryu never understood what exactly you found so appealing about him, and not that he ever did comprehend whenever you rambled on about all the little things you loved about him, the things that made him so beautiful. The way he adjusts his glasses when they slip, the way his hair shifts as the wind kisses him ever so gently, or in the quiet way he looks at you, ever so lovingly. It never made sense to him. But he doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t stop you. Instead, he lets you, watching you with a mixture of curiosity and something deeper, something rawer–something softer. Because even if he doesn’t understand it, he treasures it. The fact that you choose him, over and over again.

ྀི༷♡ ˚ִִ𓈒꒱ 𝅄 ˚ ׅ doctoruryu!! who immediately drops everything the moment you fall even slightly ill. It doesn’t really matter to him how minor it is–be it a simple cold, a headache, or anything at all. Even if you are able to handle it on your own. Because to him? It’s serious, and you won’t even lift a finger about it. Because to Uryu, you matter. More than he will ever say out loud. Because you are his responsibility too, not just as a doctor, not just as your husband, but as someone who loves in a way that it quietly consumes and strangles him. He stays at home without hesitation, keeping a careful eye on you, making sure you rest, making sure that you are warm, and just making sure that you are okay. Every small detail matters to him when it comes to you. And maybe…just maybe, there is a small, selfish part of him that doesn’t entirely mind it. It’s just an excuse to keep you close. To squeeze a few hours with you. To stay by your side a little longer than he usually allows himself to.

🥺🧸 it was all meant to be in one blog but I wrote so much so…I split it hehehe ^.^

🍰 Mwah mwah enjoy <3

[phi-guy]

one of the other creatures from bleach. no particualr hc for him hes just too plain to change.