oh gosh, I have a really cool ask. what about the bleach reacting to you getting drunk and not recognising them as your boyfriend, and you're all like 'my boyfriend is hot and handsome and would kick your ass.'
A/N: I always loved these drunk imagines. They’re the cutest.
Super entertained by your drunken rambling and smirking as they played along or teased you gently. They’d find it cute that you were bragging about them without realising it was them. “Oh yeah? Think he could really take me? Well, I think I’m way more handsome and hotter than your boyfriend.” while guiding you home with a chuckle. They just love playing along to hear you praise them more.
— Shunsui, Grimmjow, Kisuke, Gin, Shinji, Bazz-B, Askin, Kenpachi, Ichigo, Renji, Yhwach
They’d quietly guide you back, unfazed by your nonsense. Maybe a small smile would tug at their lips, but they wouldn’t engage much beyond making sure you were safe and comfortable, while rolling their eyes or softly chuckling at the praises, unbeknownst, towards them. They’d let you talk, just gently steering you along until you sobered up.
— Jushiro, Uryu, Starrk, Ulquiorra, Ryuken, Jugram, Aizen
They’d look mildly annoyed that you didn’t recognise it was they you were speaking about while attempting to threaten them with their own description. They’d keep helping you, but with exasperation, like, “Please wake up and realise that it’s me and not your better version of me” or “stop trying to moke my stance, I do not pose like that when fighting”. They might grumble about it for now, but taunt you when you are sober.
— Kira, Toshiro, Byakuya, Hisagi
That being walked in on has inspired me!
What if reader walks in on them but pulls up a chair and just watches, refusing to help or join in? I want to know which ones beg prettily, which ones out right stop in retaliation, which ones continue on as if reader isn't even there, and whatever other reactions that you can think of for these fine, fine men
Thanks, as always! ❤️
They couldn’t take it—your unwavering gaze, the way you just sat there, arms crossed, lips curved in amusement, refusing to give them relief. Their pride crumbled fast, heavy pants turning to breathless pleas, voices thick with desperation. Hands never slowed, but their eyes stayed locked onto you, silently (or loudly) begging. Some whispered your name like a prayer, others outright whimpered, promising anything if you’d just touch them.
— Jushiro, Kira, Hisagi, Bazz-B
The moment they registered your refusal, their hand stilled, their expression darkening with frustration. You wanted to tease them? Fine. They weren’t going to give you the satisfaction of watching them fall apart. Some scoffed, others outright scowled, shifting their legs or turning away as if to say, “You don’t get to enjoy this if you’re not joining in.”
— Byakuya, Ulquiorra, Yhwach, Ryuken, Toshiro (Adult), Uryu
If you weren’t going to help, then they didn’t need you. They kept going at their own pace, shameless and unaffected, not giving you the reaction you were likely hoping for. They didn’t beg, didn’t stop—just carried on, some even closing their eyes as if you were nothing but background noise. If they acknowledged you at all, it was with a smug smirk or a raised eyebrow, daring you to cave first.
— Aizen, Ichigo, Renji, Kenpachi, Jugram
Instead of frustration or desperation, they turned it around on you. If you wanted to watch, then they’d put on a show—drawn-out strokes, teasing moans, knowing looks that made it clear they were trying to make you crack first. Some even spoke to you, throwing out taunts between gritted teeth, asking if you were really going to sit there unmoved while they fell apart in front of you.
— Shunsui, Shinji, Kisuke, Grimmjow, Askin, Starrk, Gin
Rōjūrō (Rose) x female reader x Izuru Kira
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A hot summer, peaceful afternoon. The peace that came with a price.
The broken man lay under the beating sun, hoping the warmth would take away that deep-seated pain. He places his foreign hand on the emptiness carved into his chest, finding nothing to grasp onto but rusty rods beneath the fabric. He closes his eyes for a moment, the heavy lids getting harder to pry open with each passing second he spends under the warmth. If only the warmth could reach his forsaken heart and fill up the emptiness that lay deep within his wound.
You walk towards the withering garden of Squad 3, holding a neatly wrapped lunch box in one hand and your lover’s arm in the other. You were planning a picnic with your partner, the Captain of Squad 3 while basking under the sun. You are the first to spot your best friend, who happens to be the Lieutenant of Squad 3, lying on a sparse patch of lush grass and dozing off. You look up at your lover and the generous man gives you an approving smile and nod.
Izuru notices the approaching footsteps, immediately recognizing the spiritual pressures. If it was anyone else, he would not have been bothered. But your presence is what stirred something unfamiliar inside his chest. You were that warmth he had been seeking, yet you were unattainable.
His eyes slowly flutter open, and his gaze instantly lands on you. He could hear the thumping of his own heart against his broken rib cage.
“Want to join us for a picnic?” you offer with a smile so contagious it makes his lips twitch, threatening to break him free from the cold stoic expression.
He looks up at his Captain, who offers him the same smile of reassurance.
Izuru didn’t answer but instead began to assist with setting up the picnic. All three settle down to enjoy a nice home-cooked meal surrounded by the ruins of a recent war, devastation etched in time.
Chit-chat was kept to a minimum while everyone indulged. Izuru, your best friend for years, never had much to say. And after the war, he refused to open up to you or anyone else. He made purposeful attempts to avoid you and that did not go unnoticed. So you were glad to catch him off guard today and snag him up for a meal. Although, the awkwardness was hard to cut through.
Rose detects the dense air and decides to be the first to stir up a meaningful conversation.
“Delicious meal as always. I wouldn't mind having this again for dinner”, Rose comments while carefully observing you and Izuru behind his shimmering golden locks that reflect the sun so perfectly. His hair had a healthy glow while Izuru’s blonde strands were as dull as his complexion.
“Oh! I made plenty! You know me. Cooking for a village”, you let out a chuckle between mouthfuls.
Izuru quietly ate, slowly chewing on a few grains of rice, not particularly sure if he should join in on the domestic conversation that did not involve him. He hated being the third wheel in every situation.
“You overdid it again? Now what will we do with the extra food?”, Rose hints at you with his eyes locked directly at Izuru.
“Izuru, do you like the food?”, you pick up on the cues and go straight to your target.
Izuru has barely touched the food because his stomach is in knots. “Of course. Why wouldn't I”, was his dry reply.
“Perfect! Come for dinner tonight and help us finish the food!”, you suggest with a cheerful smile. You look over at Rose and he gives you another head nod. “Captain’s order!”
Izuru failed to realize he fell into a trap. For a while, he actively kept his distance and ignored his heart’s desires, trying to untangle free from those feelings—convincing himself they were nothing more but a fleeting phase. But he would never forget the day before the war when he caught sight of the gold engagement ring flashing on your finger.
The ring was an unspoken vow—a promise to survive the battle and return to your spouse, his Captain. It was at that moment that Izuru realized that his feelings were more than just a small crush. The ring on your finger almost shattered him in half and the war took care of the rest, leaving him empty and broken.
——————-
Dinner was quick. Again, minimal chatter. You realize it isn't appropriate to discuss private family matters in front of Izuru. Best to just talk about work or the weather, which isn't enough to keep the conversation lively or engaging.
As dinner ends, Rose helps clear the table and walks into the kitchen with you. He took off his Captain Haori before dinner and pinned aside his messy blonde bangs to help wash the dishes while you prepare some tea. Well, the tea never got served.
Through the kitchen window, you notice Izuru walking out on you without a farewell or a thank you. The sound of giggles and soft chuckles from the kitchen told him all he needed to know—he had overstayed his welcome.
“Izuru!”, you yell for him once you step outside. He didn't get too far so you know he heard you clearly, but he acts oblivious.
“Hey! I know you heard me!”, you try again while chasing after him with teeth grinding and anger brewing inside you.
He does not run. Instead, he walks at a steady pace as if he is carrying a heavy burden on his back. So you catch up with him very quickly.
You had enough of his sulking. You had put up with his gloomy attitude far too long and did not deserve the cold shoulder.
“Why are you pushing everyone out of your life? Is it self-pity or playing the victim? Because in case you didn't notice, we are all victims of this war”, you finally snap at him. Months of walking on eggshells had finally made your toes bleed.
“Tell me that when you have a gaping hole in your chest”, he meant it both literally and figuratively.
“I lost my friends. People lost their families. I would take a hole in my chest any day rather than perish forever!” you reply, the hatred growing with your racing heartbeat and ragged breath.
“So you want a hole in your chest?”, he tests your resolve and steps forward, closing in the distance between you two.
You glare back at him, challenging him. Your eyes say it all. ‘You wouldn't dare’.
Izuru takes another step, and you follow by taking a step back to keep a distance. This pursuit continues for a few more strides before your back lands flat against a charred tree. You had never seen Izuru seething with rage, so you weren’t sure what might burst out from all that bottled-up anger. Best to keep your distance in case gravity decides to burden you.
You are caged. He has you pinned against the hollow tree and you flinch when he lifts his fake right hand. You half expect a slap across your face but instead, his cold dead fingers rest under your chin. Your eyes quickly blink open only to find his face inches away from yours. His warm breath feels like fire against your skin. But the coldness in his eyes gives you the chills. Once upon a time, you could read past those tired weary eyes. But not anymore.
His fingers trace along your jaw before tipping your chin back, guiding your gaze upwards. His eyes are dead and subsequently it feels like his soul has withered away, like the gardens of Squad 3.
“Only you can heal that hole”, he declares, pushing past his doubts. Before you can process and respond, your lips are already taken by his.
The kiss is not an accident. It is a display of passion that has been suppressed for years. He worried about peace at the expense of his happiness. The moment his lips touched yours, time slowed down and morality had no place in his heart.
You have no energy to push him away. Your body feels heavy from the overbearing emotions and conflict. His other hand is brave enough to be roaming all over the side of your rigid body. But his exploration doesn't last long. The brief moment of bliss is disrupted before he can savor it.
He feels a tight grip on the back of his Shihakushō. Suddenly he is pried off your lips and separated from your body. You look up at your fiance, who is now dragging Izuru away from you and towards the house. It happened so fast that you did not get a chance to read his face.
You run after them, chasing, because your Rose was walking like he was on a mission. You catch up to him and find Izuru thrown on the couch, the younger blonde has no willpower to fight back. He grasped the seriousness of his mistake but there were no regrets. He would gladly bear the consequences of his actions.
Rose stands in front of the convict with both arms crossed across his chest. There was something very wrong with the picture that played before you. Rose didn't seem as upset as you thought he would be. He should be in a fury to have witnessed another man kissing his wife-to-be. Instead, he silently stands there, right foot tapping rhythmically to a song stuck in his head, not a single stress wrinkle on his perfectly symmetrical face.
You walk behind Rose, placing your right hand on his relaxed shoulder. The silence brought out suspense, which was gnawing at you in the most nauseating way possible. So you were the first to break the stillness.
“Izuru was about to leave. I'm sure it was merely a kiss of farewell”, you try to defend your friend with a lame excuse that makes you look just as guilty.
Izuru sat there, looking down at his feet, toes wiggling to make sure he was still awake and alive. He isn’t sure what awaits him. Neither are you.
Suddenly the tension in the room is pierced by a soft chuckle from your man. You look up at your fiance and sure enough, he is playing a giant smirk on his handsome face, laughing to his heart’s content. You cock an eyebrow, wondering what was so amusing about this situation. Was this one of those social experiments? Or worse, a prank?
Izuru is also baffled by his Captain’s reaction. He didn't expect his head to roll but there should be some repercussions for his audacious actions.
“You alright hun?”, you ask, worried if the laughter was an act before the deadly climactic scene.
Rose was a gentle soul but even so, he should be furious and enraged to see his Lieutenant kissing his partner. Instead, he is standing there wiping away tears of joy.
“Follow me”, Rose finally broke out of the mad man laughter and began to walk towards the bedroom.
You pass Izuru a glance who is nervous for what awaits him.
As you enter the room with your confused but cautious friend, Rose quickly grabs your hand, pins you up against the wall and kisses you hard on the lips. You moan into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck to fully embrace him. With his hair out of his face, you could see the possessive look in his eyes.
“This is how you kiss my lady”, he says after breaking away from the heated kiss. He turns to face Izuru and steps aside, making room for the younger man.
Izuru blinks a few times and looks at you. You shrug; unsure and confused. Was this a test? Both of you simply stand there, facing each other and looking dumbfounded, like two virgins unsure how to proceed.
“We are set to marry in a month. I can't have you pining over a married woman. So whatever you have going on, release it now”, Rose explains in a very calm voice. He walked away to put on some music in the background that would lift the spirits. Music was life. And he never failed to find the right melody for the occasion.
Once permission was granted, everything thereafter became a blur because all you craved was for Izuru to touch you in places he was never meant to touch. And your friend did not hesitate one bit, pinning you down on the bed and crawling on top of you, first undressing you with his eyes and then undressing you with his eager hands.
He takes you in from head to toe, your raw beauty had him throbbing in his pants. The soft mattress, designed for only two, dips beneath Rose as he sits by your head, grasping your wrist– a silent reminder not to grow too attached to the man hovering above you.
Your body tingles and prickles up with goosebumps. Once Izuru is done eating you up with his eyes, his lips press up against your burning forehead. Small little kisses travel down your face and along your flushed cheeks and jaw. Your lips quiver with anticipation, and that is where he finally settles. His kisses aren’t deep, but soft smooches, lips smacking over and over again as he makes up for the lost years. Rose begins to draw soft little circles on the palm of your hand, ensuring you didn't completely lose yourself to another man.
His lips finally leave your face and trail down under your chin. Once his wandering lips reach your sensitive neck, it is game over. There was a growing ache between your legs and you craved some friction to ease the discomfort. With his knee planted between your legs, your body jerks upward, begging for more than just his lips.
But Izuru was very much like your Rose. He liked to take his time to appreciate your body by worshipping every inch of skin. As blissful as it sounds, it was nothing but a torturous long ordeal for you.
Luckily, Izuru was still inexperienced and could not wait any longer. He discarded his pants to the side but refused to expose his upper half in fear of judgement and he believed he was sparing you the grotesque view.
Not wanting to push him out of his comfort zone, you went along with it. As he aligns himself between your legs, stroking his cock with one hand while massaging the inside of your thighs with the other, Rose decides to intervene and pushes Izuru to the side so he can lead the show.
At this point, Izuru is growing frustrated and ready to throw a fit but Rose calmly places his index finger against his quivering lip.
“Settle down, won't you? Lay on your back”, Rose commands him.
He has no choice but to follow orders from his Captain, considering how he was borrowing his woman. So Izuru swallows his pride and stretches out on his back. Rose grabs your hand by the wrist and pushes you on top of the Lieutenant who is splayed out for you like an appetizer on a table.
Izuru didn’t expect to feel his Captain's soft hands around his cock. It felt weird and awkward but surprisingly it made him throb under the warm touch.
Rose pumps Izuru’s length a few times, watching the younger man squirm beneath while locking eyes with him. It doesn’t take long for precum to collect around the sensitive tip, which he evenly spreads out to give the membrane a nice glossy finish before he settles you down on it.
Once content with the preparations, Rose grabs your waist with his other hand and slowly guides you down onto Izuru’s erect cock. He closely watches another man’s dick penetrate and disappear deep inside your pussy.
Izuru let out a groan, the feeling of your soft walls hugging his length for the first (and probably last) time. Oh, he could just lay there and relish in the moment but instincts told him to start fucking.
He is definitely impatient. There is no rhythm with Izuru’s thrusts as he greedily chases for his high, slapping his hips from underneath while you try to match his sloppy pace. His hands were firmly holding onto your waist, anchoring you on top so you wouldn’t slip away from his grasp. As you get comfortable with his cock and relinquish yourself to pleasure, you are suddenly put to another challenge.
You feel the delicate hand of your fiance come from behind and caress your spine. He trails his long fingers down your back and towards your bouncing ass. His other hand rests on the back of your head and he slowly guides your body forward and on top of Izuru’s chest. You quickly understand his motives and you happily follow his guidance.
Izuru however had no idea how this was progressing. You press your chest up against Izuru, feeling the gap and rods through the fabric of his uniform. Rose had already stripped himself naked and showed no hesitation to proudly display the battle scars that tainted his torso.
You hear some rustling as he prepares for the grand entrance. It wasn't your first time but the prep work was definitely necessary to avoid injuries and hurting you.
Izuru slowed down with his mindless thrusts so he could tilt his head sideways and see what Rose was scheming. But Rose’s face had disappeared behind your bubbly ass. A puff of warm breath tickled Izuru’s balls, causing him to suddenly flinch and tense up.
You can’t help but let out a chuckle which quickly turns into an ugly moan. You feel your man’s tongue and fingers invade your tight entrance. You tremble and grab Izuru’s hand to ground yourself. 5 minutes felt like an eternity. Izuru can’t control himself either, occasionally humping himself into you, reminding his cock to stay alert. You tighten your walls around his cock, smothering it and the fingers that probed you.
Eventually, Rose is satisfied with his handy work. The clueless man beneath you still could not comprehend the performance that was about to be showcased.
Rose aligns himself square against your twitching wet hole drooling with his spit. The melody changes in the background as if he were conducting the symphony, guiding it towards the next act.
With your beautiful moans came the untethered groans below. Izuru could feel the invading fat girth next door, narrowing his own channel and choking his cock and increasing the resistance that came from within you.
Unlike Izuru, Rose had a perfect rhythm going to the beat. And with patience and practice, he guided Izuru through the same. “Follow the notes, Izuru”, he guided while slapping his hips in perfect harmony.
Unfortunately, Izuru was the first to reach a premature climax, putting a damper on the performance. He couldn't tell if this was a wet dream or if he indeed was about to taint his friend’s womb. Before he could question his sanity, ropes of cum escape the spastic tip and paint your walls with the foreign seed.
“I'm sorry!” Izuru apologizes, attempting to pull out mid-orgasm but Rose keeps your body securely in place with his weight from behind.
No one seemed to care that Izuru just ejected his fertile seed into your womb. The show must go on.
Rose pauses with his thrusts and grabs Izuru’s limp sensitive cock by the balls and pulls him out of you. He proceeds to pull his cock out of your unfavourable hole and quickly inserts himself into the well-used and freshly creamed pot, dragging Izuru’s thick seed further in. Messy wet sounds exude out of your sex with each thrust. Cum slowly drips down and pools onto its owner's slick thighs as he holds you firmly by the waist from below.
You are sandwiched between two warm bodies. Neither one wants to let you go as you become an entangled mess on the bed.
The pitch of your moans guides Rose to his next act. He can tell you are close so he quickened his pace. Izuru can feel your entire body jolt with each thrust as you tightly clutch onto his shoulders.
A few more thrusts and you are fully stuffed like an eclair. Rose’s fresh hot cum washes away the old remnants from before, your convulsing walls gladly accepting the fresh load.
You collapse on top of the Lieutenant while Rose pulls himself out of your leaky pussy. A backflow of cum comes ejecting out to add to the messy concoction of fluids that had collected on Izuru’s thigh.
Rose begins to clean up the mess. Izuru held you close against his warm chest while you recovered from the tag team production. Although this wasn’t what he expected, he had to admit he wouldn’t mind another round of it.
Once you are all cleaned up, you stand up and drag Izuru off the bed so you can change the bedsheets.
“Wait, that's it?” Izuru realized it was all over and he didn't get to savor the moment he had been yearning for years. If he knew he was going to be granted the opportunity to fuck you, he would have jerked off earlier so that he could last a little longer than 15 minutes. Now he wanted a do-over.
Rose’s goal was to have Izuru get that sexual frustration out of his system and work out his feelings. Even though you were completely oblivious, he could see how much Izuru longed for you.
But this whole ordeal had the opposite effect—it only made Izuru want you even more.
You see the disappointed look on Izuru’s face and hand him some blankets and a pillow, inviting him to stay the night and sleep in the spare room. It was hard not to notice his hard cock. You shake your head although you do take pride in having that effect on him.
“What do you mean ‘that's it?’ What are you, a horny teenager? Get to bed. We got work tomorrow”, came your commanding voice, hiding a mischievous grin.
———
A month later, you were married to the love of your life. It was a small celebration. Very few had gathered at the restored gardens of Squad 3.
Izuru watches from afar as you hand your heart over to the Captain, binding your souls for all eternity. He feels a heaviness in his chest although he spent days mentally rehearsing for this moment. His external wounds were slowly healing but the internal ones continued to fester. The memories of that particular night was enough to open up a new wound. Such a cruel way to say your goodbyes.
The newlyweds were now enjoying a nice picnic in the garden. Everyone said their congratulations and goodbyes. Izuru is the last one to sulk around and you spot him from the corner of your eyes as you lay down the picnic blanket. He walks over, handing you a small wedding gift, a gold necklace with a marigold flower pendant dangling from the chain.
“Thank you! It’s beautiful!”, you reply and turn around so he can fasten the clasp. “Want to join us for a picnic? I made more than usual. You know me, always cooking for a village”, you say with a hidden sly smirk he could not see because you had your back turned.
Izuru felt a wave of nausea wash over him. Every night he had been reliving that intimate moment that played repetitively in his head until his wrists grew tired.
Rose sneaks up behind Izuru and casually rests his arm across his shoulders while addressing you. “You overdid it again, sweetheart? Now what will we do with the extra food?”
There was a moment of silence as Izuru was expected to step in and say his part.
“Sure. I’ll join you two for dinner”, Izuru replies, purposefully falling for the same trap twice.
(a/n: My initial ending was very sad. But i cant. I love writing comedy and sassy stuff. So I’m not upset about it. BUT if the ending wasn’t clear, let me know or interpret it as you desire!)
Imagine bleach men trying to seduce shy reader and they end up flustering her, but they were able to successfully turn her on
A/N: What a prey and predator situation that they’re gonna eat up 🤭
It’s a game for them, and their favourite. Flirtatious words dripping effortlessly from their lips, laced with innuendo that leaves your breath hitching. Their smirks deepened when they noticed the way your fingers fidgeted, your gaze flickering away in shy desperation. Yet they were patient, brushing fingers along your wrist, tilting your chin just enough to force you to meet their gaze, ensuring you felt every ounce of their attention. By the time they were done, your body betrayed you, warmth pooling low in your belly as their smooth voices and lingering touches lit a fire in you.
— Shunsui, Gin, Shinji, Aizen, Kisuke, Askin
They’d complimented you in ways that felt intimate, and sincere, whispering about how stunning you looked when you blushed, how endearing it was when you grew flustered under their gaze. A stray touch to your hand, a light brush of fingers against your cheek—subtle gestures that sent shivers down your spine. Their approach was gentle as if allowing you to adjust to their affection. You could feel your heart hammering, the warmth of their lingering touch leaving you craving more.
— Jushiro, Byakuya, Kira, Starrk, Ryuken, Uryu
They won’t hesitate to close the distance, arms caging you in as they smirked down at you, eyes flickering with challenge. “You always get this shy when I’m this close?” Their teasing was bold, hands gripping your waist, fingers brushing exposed skin with deliberate intent. Every reaction from you, from the nervous dart of your eyes to the way you pressed your thighs together, only fed their hunger. By the time they were done, you weren’t just flustered—you were practically melting against them, your arousal unmistakable.
— Ichigo, Renji, Grimmjow, Jugram, Kenpachi, Bazz-B
They’ll watch your reactions, gauging every flicker of emotion in your eyes. A simple, softly spoken question—“Why do you look away?”—sent a rush of heat through you. Their touches were light, purposeful—fingers brushing along your wrist, a palm resting against your lower back, pulling you just close enough to feel the warmth radiating from them. You weren’t sure when your body started reacting, when your breathing became shallow, or when the tension between them became suffocating, but by the time they finally whispered your name, you were trembling with anticipation.
— Ulquiorra, Yhwach, Hisagi, Toshiro (Adult)