The Way I Cried Tears Of Joy 😪

🌸 Byakuya & Shunsui w/Son!Reader | Bankai before Shikai HCs 🌸

❗Small spoilers for the mention of Azashiro in the novel.❗

Requested by: @lufenianwol

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It struck him as peculiar for his son to gain his bankai before ever achieving his shikai, yet he knew it wasn't impossible. After all, he knew that Azashiro achieved his bankai without ever gaining a shikai. Still, he found it rather strange at first, but he couldn't deny how unique it made his child out to be. Everyone gushed over the fact that you achieved your bankai first, and as much as you might have enjoyed the attention, you knew this would only make training and fighting a bit tougher for you.

It was more tedious than anything to have to fight without a shikai. Your bankai was always your last resort, however, Byakuya knew this and often had you train alongside him to further your capabilities. He knew better than anyone that a shinigami shouldn't depend solely on their bankai, and so he devoted his free time to helping you to at least try and gain your shikai. It wasn't easy, but these things never were, and your father wasn't the same man he used to be.

Byakuya was a lot more understanding of your situation than you thought, but he also didn't see you as any less for not having a shikai. He also didn't work you to the bone during training. He took things at your pace, and would oftentimes include Renji in the training sessions.

Now, some would call your father a bit overprotective for this, but he grew worried ever since a mission to the World of the Living ended up with you badly injured. He felt awful when you told him it was because you tried to not rely on your bankai as much, to which Byakuya told you to forget he ever said such a thing. That if you need to use it, use it without hesitation. Your life and well-being mattered more to him than restraining yourself like that.

Other shinigami have resorted to nicknaming you "the second Azashiro", but you don't care. Byakuya does, though, and such a silly thing is immediately put to a stop.

If you ever do gain your shikai, your father will sport a smile so proud that it would definitely be the talk of the barracks. However, if you never obtain a shikai, that's okay, too. Byakuya won't ever see you as weak or anything different. He could never think of such a thing with his son. If you still wish to continue training to not rely on your bankai, he'll happily do so.

His son achieved his bankai before his shikai? He's surprised. Very, very surprised, but no sweat. He knows the same thing occurred with Azashiro, especially since that man never achieved a shikai in the end. That just makes you special in his eyes. Now, Shunsui obviously knows the little complications that come with not having a shikai, as well as what can happen when a shinigami relies too much on their bankai. He'd pull a Byakuya and try to train you. Emphasis on try.

It's not that it's difficult, but he can see how bored you get training each and every day with him. As much as he knows it'll make you stronger, he can't bear to see you unhappy like this. So, instead of training you to unlock your shikai, he'll just focus on improving your basic swordsmanship skills as well as your bankai. Shikai be damned at that point.

You're the talk of the Soul Society, though. People are even comparing you to the still imprisoned Azashiro, and you don't care. Neither does your dad with his little carefree personality. Sure, you don't have a shikai like that man, but that doesn't mean you're going to be like him.

Shunsui does get a little concerned when you're on certain missions, though, but you always come back with little to no injuries. For anyone who ever doubted you and your strength, because it certainly was never your father, you prove yourself each and every time. It puts a proud smile on your old man's face. To the point where he always has to brag about you. Nanao never hears the end of it.

He knows you don't need a shikai. Honestly, not with how strong you are now. Though if you ever do get one? He'd be THE proudest dad. Might even bust out a good bottle of sake for such an occasion. Though if you never get your shikai? That's fine, too. Shunsui knows these things take time. That or your Zanpakutō is quite the stubborn one.

Either way, he won't ever see you any different than him or the other shinigami. He also won't take any slander to your name on that, either, and will always bring up the fact that it's the same as shinigami not achieving their bankai. Your old man will always have your back on this.

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐭

Rin sat cross-legged on the floor, iPad propped up against a pillow like it was a shrine. His AirPods were in, tongue slightly poking out the corner of his mouth in deep concentration.

You peeked over his shoulder.

“Are you playing Talking Ben?”

He didn’t even blink. “Ben’s giving me stock advice.”

You snorted. “You’re literally arguing with a cartoon dog.”

“He said no when I asked if you’re annoying.” Rin turned to you, deadpan. “He lies.”

“That's pity Rin.” He grumbled and closed the app and opened roblox instead, clicking on a game.

You flopped next to him, stealing one AirPod and sticking it in. The iPad immediately blasted some chaotic Roblox tycoon music.

“You made your avatar look like Sae.”

“That was on purpose,” he muttered, buying yet another speed coil. “So I can run him off the map.”

You blinked. “That’s the most emotionally charged thing you’ve ever said.”

Rin finally looked at you, lowering the volume just slightly.

“…You wanna play too?”

“Only if I get to push Sae into the lava.”

He handed you his old iPad, already logged in. “I made you an account yesterday. Your name’s ‘RinLover69.’”

You blinked. “…You’re so unserious.”

“I’m literally the most serious one in this server,” he replied, tapping furiously. “We’re raiding Sae’s base at 4.”

God help you, you were in love with this idiot.

A/n: “I'm in love with the thought of Rin being an iPad kid okay.”

Viktor fucks and idc what you think about it. That man had everyone thirsting after him in the academy are you dumb. Stop perpetuating the idea that disabled people don’t fuck!! We do!!!!!!!!

Viktor may not be the most outwardly experienced or confident but he absolutely knows what he’s doing. I think there’s an insecurity there due to his disability but that’s it, that’s the only thing that gets in his way. He’s really focused on his work a lot so maybe he forgets about it but when he remembers…bitch.

Viktor who likes making people speechless and flustered and who craves control in a situation, who is sassy as hell like of course this man knows what he’s doing the smug little bastard.

Viktor the type to see you start to blush and double down on whatever he was doing all “Oh? What a pretty color you’re turning, do I really have that effect on you?”

Viktor who - in every sense of the word - studies you, finds out what makes you tick and writhe and smile.

Viktor who is awkward at times but is not a blushing bumbling fool! I feel like people forget for most of the series he’s a grown man like cmon!!!!!

━━ ⟡ 𝓟𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄, various. 🐩

᧔𐓪᧓ 𝓱𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐭. ━━ Jushiro Ukitake, Shinji Hirako, Ichigo Kurosaki, & Toshiro Hitsugaya!

iii. 𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 // 3/3 part of the animal s/o series!

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 poor old man couldn’t keep up with you, even if he tried. You were nothing more than an uncontrollable ball of energy he was married to. He would wake up to the sound of your fluffy tail hitting the floor nonstop as you stared at him and waited for him to wake up with a small pout on your face.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 lips turned down even more at the sight of your white-haired husband, who proceeded to sleep peacefully. "Jushirooooo." You called out to him and poked his cheek as he groaned and opened one of his eyes. "Dear, the sun hasn’t risen yet, and you're ready to go outside?" He sat up and yawned. It was still dark outside, and you expected him to get up right away. "Mhmm!" You nodded your head cutely as your furry ears perked up in an adorable manner, which Jushiro couldn’t say no to. The white-haired man only sighed. He knew you were always up before the crack of dawn so you could get your day's work done and explore. "Fine, but when we come back inside, you have to go to sleep right away. Got it?" He pointed his index finger at you as you nodded your head once more. "Okay!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 you stomach and head scratches anytime he has the chance. He never walked passed you without giving you a head scratch, he never gotten use to the fact that your foot tapped against the group rapidly when he scratches behind your ears.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 has multiple toys stashed away under his desk for when you come to spend the day with him, not caring about your duties. He would try to send you off, but you'd always give him your famous eyes and pout, which he couldn’t say no to. While spending the day with him, you’ll frequently play with the toys he brought you, which are pretty interesting.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 your way of showing love to him was incredibly sweet, since you couldn’t verbally speak to him at times. He would wake up to you nuzzling your cheek into his while saying good morning. — "Good morning, dear." Jushiro's eyes softened at you sitting on his lap with your tail doing its usual wags. "Good morning!" 

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 almost put him on his deathbed earlier than he’d expected because of your careless behavior. He’d never forget the one time he thought you were killed and thrown in a lake because of your torn clothing. Only for you to pop your head out of the lake with a bright smile on your face. Jushiro didn’t give you a chance to speak before he pulled you out of the lake and dragged you home by your ear while chewing you out.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐈𝐍 order to drain your battery, the man sends you out on tasks and (easy) missions so you can tire yourself out. Once you've completed all the tasks he gave you, you’ll often come into his office and sit on his lap until he’s done with this paperwork. With his hand often rubbing your back and ears.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 stretched your muscles for the final time as you headed to your husband’s office. For the first time in a while, you were extremely exhausted. Once you reached the office door, you didn’t even bother to knock. Jushiro watched as you kicked the sandals off your feet and made your way towards him. Before he could say a word, you immediately plopped yourself down on his lap, your face snuggling into his neck. Jushiro chuckled and began to rub your back, putting you at ease. "I’m guessing you’re tired?" He grinned at your tired state, which made you nod. "Mhmm, let’s cuddle."

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐎.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐀𝐍 absolute love bug! You were both obsessed with each other. Shinji talked about you nonstop to his lieutenant, Hinamori, who only nodded her head and agreed with everything he said. 

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 loved you dearly. But if he had the chance to strap you down to a table for a day, then you better believe he would. Everyone knew you gave your husband an unnecessary amount of gray hair from the way you acted. Your hyperactivity would get so out of control that Shinji would throw you over his shoulder and walk away from the scene. But no one has seen the man snap on you before because he couldn’t. Shinji knew that you meant no harm, and besides, there’s nothing wrong with having a little fun.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 never fails to make you blush because of his flirty attitude; the sexual jokes he makes towards you make you bury your face in your hands. Because you knew he was going to give you a hard time the following night. He’s the only one who was able to make you blush. — "Hey, babe, I got this tongue piercing for a reason. Wanna watch me use it?" "S–Shinji!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 didn’t mind the fact that you had dog ears and a tail. He would often tease you by dragging his hands slowly down the tail, knowing it was one of the most sensitive parts of your body. Plus, he could have an advantage over you when you start to act bratty. With a simple tug of your tail, your behavior would straighten up immediately.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 give me that shit." Shinji's grip on the tail tightened as you tried your hardest to hold yourself up. You knew it was wrong to act like a brat in front of all those people, but you didn’t care at the moment; it was all Shinji’s fault. "Where’s that attitude now?" He used his index finger to tilt your head up, and once Shinji saw your glossy eyes,he immediately rolled his eyes. You always tried this sh*t when you got in trouble; it worked the first three times, but he was over that now. "Don’t give me those damn eyes; you knew you were wrong." His dark brown eyes glared into your soft e/c ones. Your h/c ears are flat on the top of your head.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐈 said sorry. I didn’t mean it." You muttered loud enough for him to hear. Shinji's glare deepened; your puppy eyes and scared look weren’t fooling him this time. He knew it was all an act you put on, so he would go easy on you when he was punishing you. "You said sorry? You didn’t mean it? I told you about this before we left, and you still went and acted out!" Shinji gritted his teeth at you. From the look in his eyes and the way his hand was now wrapping around your neck, he was getting more angry. Shinji let out a long sigh before removing his hand from your tail to pinch the bridge of his nose. Once you both make it back home, he’s going to demolish that attitude of yours. "I’ll deal with you later, understand?" His grip on your neck loosened as you nodded your head quickly. "Yes sir!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 alone, you would put your chin on his lap (near his private area) with your tail wagging and an "innocent" smile on your face, and he almost lost it. It takes an entire army to hold him back from pouncing on you and turning you inside out in his office.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 groaned when you pulled on his bottom lip after the make-out session; the paperwork on his desk was now put to the side as his attention focused on you. From the moment you stepped into his office, his eyes concentrated on you and you only. His eyes watched as you slid down to the floor, now on your knees. Your chin now rested on his lap. He knew you didn’t want head-pats; you wanted something else. "I’m sorry, pup, but we can’t do it now." He gave your chin a light scratch as you pouted, your ears flattening with you. "Please, I want it now." You batted your lashes at him while he suffered from a heavy debate in his head. "Fine, but don’t make a mess like you did last time." His hand made its way to your hair and gave it a light tug with a whine leaving past your lips. "I–I won’t." 

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 perfect shoulder to lean on when you’re scared. Because you have sensitive ears and a fear of loud noises, he would always put noise-cancelling headphones over your ears and hold you against his chest while rubbing your back slowly.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 pain in Shinji’s chest caused him to wake up instantly; something wasn’t right. He looked over to see you curled into his side while whimpering, the tears in your eyes making him go into protective mode. "What’s wrong, baby?" He used his thumb to wipe away the tears from your eyes as the crackle of thunder caused you to sob and curl into his side even more. It took him a moment before the lightbulb went off in his head. You were terrified of lightning and thunder. He sat up from the futon while the thunder made another loud sound, causing you to yelp and bury your face in the pillow next to you. Shinji searched through the drawer for the familiar item until it came into his vision—the noise-canceling headphones he brought just for you. He sat back down next to you with his hand brushing the h/c hair from your face. "Look at me, baby; it’s all going to be okay. I’m right here." He cooed in your ear as your tail started to unwrap itself from your leg. Once he saw that your grip on the pillow had loosened, he removed the object from your face and placed the headphones over your ears. You slowly opened your tear-stung eyes to look at your husband, who smiled softly and stroked your cheek. His eyes shined with nothing but reassurance and love. He wiped away the final tears before kissing your lips. You sniffled for the last time as you buried your face into his chest, sleeping peacefully for the rest of the night.

𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 wondered how Ichigo was able to keep you tame and calm in public, considering you were the same person who jumped from desk to desk every morning. But the secret was gum; once he thinks you’re getting out of control, he’ll pull out a stick. Which makes you calm down in a second. One minute you’re jumping all over the place, and the next minute you’re nuzzling your cheek into his arm while chewing on the piece of gum.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 has to tie a leash around your waist when you both go out in public. The number of times he lost you in public places was ridiculous! He not only had a leash on you, but he also had a tracker in the necklace he brought you for your birthday. The last time he lost you, a hollow attacked and almost killed you, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let that happen again.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 teenager thought he was going crazy when his clothes started to go missing all of a sudden! Only to find out you had an entire stash in your closet, he took back most of his clothes. But let you pick out the ones you wanted to keep, even if they were his favorite.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐈 want this one! Can I keep it, Ichi?" You held up the white cardigan as Ichigo nodded his head. "Sure, but don’t get it dirty." He squeezed your cheek and proceeded to place the rest of his shirts in the suitcase. Yes, a suitcase. Ichigo didn’t know you stole an entire collection of his clothes. He didn’t notice until the only thing he had left was a shirt he hadn’t worn since he was fifteen. "You can’t keep that." Ichigo took the white shirt from your grasp as you pouted with your ears flattened. "Ichiiii, you can’t even fit that shirt anymore." You whined at your boyfriend, who sighed before throwing the shirt at you. Your whining was the only reason you got your way. "Next time, ask before you take my entire closet and run off with it." He lightly scolded you and pinched your cheek while you giggled nervously, knowing damn well you were going to do it again.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 of your clingy behavior, he would buy every strawberry plushie that came into his sight. You knew Ichigo couldn’t be by your side every second of the day, but that didn’t stop you from whining and crying for him. He would often check his phone to see over a dozen voice messages you recorded about how much you loved and missed him. The pictures of you pouting with the plushie pressed to your cheek made him want to drop everything and return to you.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 most of your free time watching the annual dog competitions with you. At first, he didn’t know why you were so addicted to the shows; his first thought was because you’re part dog. But once he sat down and watched the show, it was quite interesting. You would laugh at him when he scoffed at the bigger dog and won over the small dog.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 didn’t play when it came to your grades; he wants the absolute best for you and refuses to let you drop out. Since you both were in the same classes, he’d help you out with your work every time you called him. And he would spend the night at your house to make sure you completed your homework and did not slack off to watch puppy competitions. Every time you get a question right, he’ll give you a kiss and a treat <3.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 bit your lip at your boyfriend, who only wore a pair of grey sweatpants with a black tank top. From the moment you saw him, your tail started to wag at an immediate pace. You tried to focus your attention back on your homework, but his muscles were practically staring back at you. You snapped out of your thoughts when Ichigo tapped the paper with the pencil. "What’s the answer to number six?" He pointed the pencil at the sheet. "E–Erm, c?" You scratched your cheek as Ichigo nodded his head and said, "That was correct. Good job, baby." He used his index finger to pull your chin closer to his lips. The faint taste of the strawberry cake still lingering on his lips made you go federal; you wanted him so bad that your tail was now wagging faster than ever.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 only thing Ichigo disliked about you was your brattiness. He'd have to admit that he did take you everywhere and spoil you rotten. He didn’t care about the attitude you’d gain when you were both alone. But if you’re in public, then it’s a different story. He hated the way you would whine and stomp your foot at him when he said no, but he wasn’t like that partner who was afraid of putting the other in their place. Once you push his buttons too much, he’ll take you to the nearest alleyway or bathroom to straighten you and your little attitude out.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐕𝐄 really been pissing me off today." Ichigo frowned and took your face into his hand, the pout never leaving your lips. You rolled your eyes at him and steered your eyes in another direction, which pissed Ichigo off even more. All this because he refused to buy you those nasty chocolate-covered bananas. You could feel the anger seething off him, and honestly, you didn’t give a damn. "Hmph, I don’t care." You shrugged your shoulders at your boyfriend, whose eyes widened for a second before going back to normal. Who were we talking to? Because it surely wasn’t him. "Repeat that for me." He removed his hand from your face and slid it down to your neck, his thumb pressing down on the sensitive part. You held back your whimpers and stood up straight, since you were starting to lean onto his chest. "I—I said I don’t—ah" You whimpered when his hand made its way down to your tail, giving it a gentle stroke.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 started to pant when Ichigo used his hands to massage the sensitive parts of your body; if it weren’t for the wall holding you up, you would’ve been on your knees right now. Ichigo smirked. For someone who talked a lot of shit, it was extremely easy to put you back in your place. His hand that was on your tail was now trailing up to your waist. "What happened, baby?" He teased. Ichigo chuckled at how you attempted to speak, only for his grip on your neck to tighten. He leaned down to give your lips a kiss; his soft lips moving in sync with your plump ones felt like a dream. "Mhmm..." You pulled on his shirt when he started to suck on your tongue; the foreign feeling had you begging for more. His free hand wandered around your body and groped everything he touched. Your body belonged to him, so he could do whatever he pleased with it. After pulling away, he took his hand from your neck while a thick string of saliva connected you to him. You quickly looked away. Feeling ashamed at the fact that you folded for him within seconds. "I'm sorry, Ichi. I didn’t mean to act like that out there." You stared at your shows like they were the most important things in the world. Ichigo chuckled and pulled you closer by your waist, saying, "It’s fine. But just know I went easy on you because we were in a public restroom. Next time, I’ll make sure you forget how to walk."

𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐘𝐀.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 and Toshiro were complete opposites. You were so smiley and happy all the time, while he was more of a serious and assertive guy. Multiple people were surprised when they saw Toshiro holding hands with you. How did Toshiro fall for you? The world may never know. You both were happy, and that's all that matters.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 you both go out into the public, he has to warn you to act right, or else he’s going to bring out the sandal. Plus, he can’t go three seconds without scolding you. But if you act right, he’ll give you head pats and buy you food.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 said that Toshiro wouldn’t follow you up on your shenanigans was completely wrong. This guy played board games with you, danced in the rain with you, and occasionally challenged you to a staring contest once in a while. To prove to you that he can last longer than you.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 are they doing?" Hinamori tilted her head at the couple, who sat crisscross on the ground while staring into each other's souls. "They’re having a staring contest. They’ve been there for ten minutes now." Rangiku whispered and took a sip of her drink. Hinamori watched as your ears perked up and your tail wagged, signaling you were excited, while Toshiro felt his eyes water at your adorable behavior. His eyes widened and his heart swelled when he saw your pupils dilate more and more. You didn’t think of this as a staring contest; you just wanted to stare at your lover. Toshiro’s watery eyes finally closed. "See! I told you that you couldn’t do it!" Rangiku laughed at Toshiro, who glared at her for a moment before turning his attention back to you. "Does that mean I win?" You innocently blinked your eyes at your boyfriend, and Toshiro felt his cheeks heat up at your angelic aura. Once you gave him that smile and head tilt, he would stutter every time. "Yes, you’ve won, darling."

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 didn’t mind that you were so lovey-dovey and affectionate with him. He loved waking up to your morning kisses and hugs. He couldn’t push you away, because if he did, then you'd keep coming back.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 the place of the adult in the relationship, even though you are older than him. He cleans your mouth after you’re done eating, takes baths with you (so you wouldn’t get distracted or fall asleep in the water), and so much more. Not to mention that he’s extremely overprotective of you, especially when someone yells at you. Once your ears flattened, it was a signal for him to unsheathe his sword. It takes you, Rangiku, and Hinamori to hold him back from releasing the wrath of the person who yelled at you; no matter who he was going against, he was always going to take up your cause. —  "Captain! Y/N said it’s not a big deal!" "I’m going to turn that asshole into ice sickles!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 to let you hang around Rangiku or Shunsui when he wasn’t around. The last time that happened, you came to him drunk off your ass with a bottle in your hand. He wanted to destroy the two, but his mind told him otherwise; you were his focus, not them. But God wanted to destroy them.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He watched as you stumbled around the room with a bottle in your hand while barking loudly. "T–Toshi!" You hiccuped and waved at your boyfriend drunkenly while Toshiro snatched the bottle from your hand and put it in the trash. He then grabbed your arms and began to lay you down on the futon, his mind traveling off to how he was going to punish Rangiku. "T-Toshi, I love you. You’re the best boyfriend ever. You make me so happy." Your voice slurred slightly, making Toshiro’s cheeks turn pink. Even when you’re drunk, your love for him is louder than ever. "I love you too; now take this and go to sleep. I have some business to handle." He gave your lips and forehead a kiss. Rangiku is most definitely never going to hear the end of it.

© gloryhrs, 052723. — notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦)

the level of censorship around this man is ridiculous, what happened to free speech? It’s just his name.

"do you like cigarettes after sex?" he asks as you nodded, getting excited. "you like cas too!? what's your favourite song!?" you exclaimed in excitement. little does he know, he's not talking about the band, but you are. "what do you mean favourite song? i like cigarettes-after-sex." you raised a brow at his words. then your excitement faded and a frown makes its debut. "oh. you meant smoking literal cigarettes after doing the ahem ahem." and that has him all confused.

kaldo gehenna, shinji hirako, shido ryusei, michael kaiser, kishibe, shunsui kyoraku, oliver aiku, renatus revol, keigo takami, touya todoroki.

note. bc i didn't get to buy cas tickets for their x's tour 💔

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

Ichigo Kurosaki — BLEACH Tybw ep40

muffins

viktor x f! reader

3.8k, MDNI, no use of (y/n)

description: Viktor had been so kind as to agree to help you out with your midterm prep, so you thought baking him muffins would be a great way to repay him. However, an accidental secret ingredient gets in the way of studying.

warnings: Age gap, roomie smut, more story than smut, p in v, sex pollen/serum (with pretty explicit consent), overall jolly good fun, no harm no foul, yippee!

a/n: inspired by @the-hidden-pages story, Human Testing because it’s one of the first viktor x reader fics i ever read and i STRONGLY recommend!

Any student should feel lucky to have the smartest men at the academy as your roommates. Being an undergraduate biochem student who had to work to pay her own tuition, going to lecture wasn’t always an option. That’s when you’d bake a tray of brownies or do some extra dishes and call in a favor from one of your roomies.

It happened all the time, which made you incredibly thankful to have one people-pleaser in the apartment. Jayce was always willing to put aside whatever he was doing and help you out on your Arcane Studies homework or your Bioengineering project. Last semester, finals week consisted of the two of you sitting criss-cross applesauce on the rug of the living room, paper scattered all over the floor as you tried to decipher the grading scale of your Organic Chemistry class to see what the lowest grade on the test you could get was and still wind up with a passing grade (something Jayce had done plenty of times in his undergrad years).

Viktor, on the other hand, had gotten somewhat tired of your constant requests for him to backtrack and dive into knowledge he hadn’t tapped for years now. He was never particularly rude about it, but you were very perceptive. When you asked him to repeat an explanation once or twice, you noticed the growing exhaustion on his face that bordered frustration and you stopped asking for his help going forward. It wasn’t to his own fault, you could be pretty needy sometimes, so more often than not, you just asked Jayce.

Only, Jayce was out of town for a Hextech press conference this weekend, the weekend before you had your Arcane Studies midterm. In a heartbreaking display, he had apologized profusely for not being able to help, inches away from getting on his knees and begging for forgiveness. You assured him none of that was necessary, and that you’d just stay up studying in the library or even reach out to your TA (who you’d never even spoken to before in class or outside of it, and who you were certain would be less helpful than Jayce).

To remedy your situation–even though you pinkie promised him you didn’t need him to–he took it upon himself to ask Viktor to help you cram study on Sunday night, the night before your midterm. While Jayce asked, you did your best to listen from your bedroom, the next room over. You heard some grumbling from Viktor and a muffled, yet compelling “She’s our roommate and she bakes us nice things” from Jayce.

Apparently that last bit must have been very rousing, because shortly after, Jayce was at your door telling you that Viktor agreed to a maximum of three hours of cramming that would begin no earlier than eight at night.

You worked for all of Saturday’s daylight hours, and then finalized your experimental serum for your Advanced Biochemistry project. For the biochem class, you’d been studying methods of enhancing senses for the first half of the quarter and your midterm project involved making a serum that could temporarily improve the performance of one human sense. Around three weeks ago, you and your classmates drew topics from a hat and your fingers emerged with “arousal” on a piece of paper. Needless to say, you were concerned. You thought the serum project would be fairly straightforward, and had already brainstormed ideas for vision enhancing serums or hearing aid serums, but arousal? You had to think out of the box for that one.

When you finished up your last touches to the serum, you were left with enough time at night to get ingredients to bake Viktor some muffins as a sign of your gratitude. You got enough stuff for twice as much as you would’ve made for Jayce and actually stuck to the recipe this time. Keeping Viktor happy was a very delicate ecosystem and there could be no tampering.

It wasn’t that he was a grump or even that he hated you, he was just too busy to want to help and too intelligent to want to backtrack. Once he had even looked at what you were studying and said, “I’d have to go too far back to help you.” That was inspiring.

You poured the contents of your tote bag on the counter.

On your better days, you and Viktor actually got along quite well. Those were the rare days when Viktor got more than three hours of sleep and ate a full meal before two pm. In his best conditions, the two of you were good friends.

The best days were when he and Jayce both come home early enough for you to make them a home cooked meal. Then you’d all curl up on the couch and watch a movie. The last time that happened, Jayce picked some superhero movie you’d never heard of and you and Viktor both fell asleep. You woke up the next morning asleep on Viktor’s chest with four blankets piled on top of you both. Jayce said he knew both of you ran cold, so he took the blankets from your beds. You and Viktor never talked about that night.

The exhaustion of your stressful Saturday had leaked into your studying Sunday, and in a tired stupor, you whisked together all the ingredients for the muffins and poured them haphazardly into the mold. They might not look pretty, but at least they’d taste good.

You pulled the freshly baked muffins from the oven and rested them on the stovetop. The sweet aroma of warm blueberry filled the apartment. It must have roused Viktor from whatever he was working on in his room, because he emerged a full quarter of an hour earlier than your agreed upon study time.

“Hey,” you said. “I made you some muffins as a thank you. They’re still hot, though, I wasn’t expecting you for another fifteen minutes.”

“That’s fine,” he said, setting himself at the kitchen table and sipping from a cup of coffee that had been there since Jayce was still in town. “Would you like to begin now?”

You grab all your study guides and homework assignments and your assortment of chicken scratch notes and slide them over to him on the table.

“Are your midterms cumulative?” He asked, finishing the remnants of his cold coffee.

“No,” you answered. Thank God. If you had to remember everything that was in the last midterm you’d be losing your mind right about now. “Everything past Arcane History will be on the test.”

“Mm. I see.”

He scans your notes for another five minutes.

“I’ll quiz you,” he decided, standing up to check on the temperature of the cooling muffins on the stovetop.

“Uh, okay.” You didn’t typically study by being quizzed, especially when you hardly went to lecture and didn’t even know most of the material. But you didn’t want to risk arguing with Viktor and have him decide to take his muffin to-go.

“Tell me why the Arcane can manifest in such unpredictable manners?”

“Because…” you started to think that maybe going to your TA wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Your TA was just a random graduate student. The roommate that was helping you study now was one of the inventors of Hextech, the researcher responsible for some of the greatest advancements in Piltover’s modern understanding of the Arcane. “...it reflects the intentions of the user.”

“Correct,” he says, affording you a rare Viktor smile. “Would you like a muffin?”

You had intended for the muffins to be entirely Viktor’s, but you hadn’t eaten all day and gods, they smelled good. Plus, it was like a reward for getting an answer right.

“Sure, thanks.”

You watch as Viktor plucks two muffins from the tin and comes back to seat himself at the table. He hands one to you and sorts through the papers you’ve scattered on the desk as he brings a small chunk to his mouth. You do the same.

Something tastes slightly off, but you can’t quite put your finger on it. It’s possible the ratio is off, and in your tired state you added too little vanilla extract or too much vegetable oil. Regardless, they’re not bad at all.

“Your notes are a little bit difficult to–” Viktor stops before finishing his sentence. He pulls out a sheet of paper from the pile and reads it, his eyes widening a bit as he does.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“These notes are from your biochem class,” he says, his eyes flickering up to meet yours for just a few seconds over the piece of paper. “This is an interesting assignment…”

“Oh,” you feel your cheeks growing hot. “Sorry, that’s not supposed to be in there.”

You reach out to take the paper from him, but he pulls it back as you do. He’s still reading it. You’d really like him to stop reading about your own aphrodisiac serum, but your embarrassment is a bit unwarranted. After all, you didn’t make the serum because you wanted it, you made it because it was a graded assignment. Nothing more. So what if you did eventually garner interest in the topic. So much interest, in fact, that you did extensive research into the properties your serum could afford and spent long hours in your lab experimenting with it. Shamefully, yes, you had tried some of it. Mainly to test its efficiency but also out of plain curiosity. You had determined that it was safe, most importantly, but you’d also learned that it tasted horrible. To counter that, you’d added some–

“Oh fuck!” You shout as you scoot your chair so far back so quickly that it topples over. You stumble over your bag on the floor as you sprint to the kitchen.

“Is something wrong?” Viktor asks from his seated position.

“Don’t eat the muffin!” You exclaim as you run to the counter space next to the stove, your heart pounding.

You confirm your worst fear. The bottle of vanilla extract you picked up from the supermarket sits on the counter, the protective seal still intact. Your arousal serum, however, is halfway empty a few inches beside the extract.

You turn around slowly to face Viktor.

“It’s a bit late for that,” Viktor says, holding up the half of his muffin that remains. “Did something happen?”

You eye your own muffin on the table, half eaten as well.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you scrambled back toward the table where Viktor sat, the serum held tight by your hand. “You’re not allergic to anything, are you?”

“No,” Viktor says, eyeing you like you’re crazy.

Come on, just get it out already. You have to tell him, it would be morally bankrupt not to.

“I accidentally drugged you.”

Okay, maybe not like that.

Viktor just stared at you, his expression unchanged. You sort of just wished he would yell at you so that you could get the encounter over with, but no such luck. He just sat, unphased, until he picked up the notes he was looking at earlier.

“With this?” He asks. Even his voice is still even. You knew that if the roles had been reversed you would be fracking out, absolutely bouncing off the walls.

“Yes, but don’t worry I’ve done lots of research on this serum,” you say, taking the notes from Viktor and looking them over. You read the list two or three times, scanning for any sort of antidote for ingestion. You saw none. “How could I have not included an antidote?” You mutter, mentally beating yourself up.

“It’s okay,” Viktor said and you couldn’t even bring yourself to look up at him from your notes. “It is safe, yes? It won’t kill us?”

“No, it won’t, but it’s a powerful aphrodisiac and I added half the serum to those muffins. If my math is right, you’re taking three times the recommended dosage.”

“But I only ate half the muffin,” Viktor counters. Again, you’re shocked by how unphased he is.

“Okay, then one and a half times the dosage,” you shrug off his comment as you look for anything in your notes that might reveal a way to undo this mess.

“I assume this means you no longer wish to study?” Viktor says.

“How are you so calm about this?” You finally burst out, slamming the paper down on the table to look at him.

Big mistake.

Once you see him, you become lightheaded and your knees buckle beneath you. You have to sit down to stop yourself from falling over.

“Are you alright?” Viktor asks.

“I-I’m fine,” you shake your head in an attempt to get some blood flowing to your brain. No luck.

“Since you’re obviously worked up about this, why don’t you tell me how it works and then we can go from there.”

“It’s a fast acting stimulant,” you say, burying your face in your hands. “The chemistry is irrelevant since I have no goddamn cure for it, but it works the same as any other aphrodisiac. It makes you susceptible to arousal and heightens it by three times at a normal dosage, and in our case… nearly five times.”

“Intriguing,” he says, eyeing the muffin that lays neglected on the table. “Such a strange class project. Aren’t there moral quandaries to be had for such a substance?”

“Yes of course there are, which is why I made it so that it only takes effect if there’s already a degree of attraction in place–”

You shouldn’t have said anything. Especially not when you’re so clearly affected by it in the presence of Viktor. Way to sell yourself out.

“So you’re saying…”

You groan out in frustration, but once you look at Viktor you’re reminded of why you had your face buried in your hands. Somehow every feature of his seems five times more beautiful than you normally regarded them. His perfectly angular nose, his narrowed amber eyes, his messy hair which fell in ways you could never recreate on paper…

“I have a feeling you know exactly what I’m saying.” You squeezed your eyes shut. If you couldn’t see him, he couldn’t torture you.

Or so you thought.

A tantalizing graze of his hand on yours shot shivers down your spine. You pulled away so fast that a few of the papers on the desk shifted from the shear force of the wind.

“Don’t do that,” you seethed, sucked your teeth as you pressed your eyes shut so hard that you saw stars.

“Because…it affects you?” His voice was raspy and slow, or maybe that’s just what the serum was making you hear. Every bit of what he was doing seemed five times as attractive as it would normally be.

You’d done such a good job at hiding your feelings for Viktor for almost a year now. Being roommates with someone you found incredibly attractive was no easy task. And now all of your efforts were thrown out the window because of a stupid baking mishap.

“You’re being cruel,” you furrow your eyebrows as you speak, your voice coming out whinier than you would’ve liked.

“I’m sorry,” he stifles a laugh. “Would you open your eyes?”

“I can’t,” you groan, shoving your hands against your face again. “It’s best if I just go to my room and wait it out. Thank you for trying to study with me but I’m just gonna have to accept a shitty grade tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to do that,” he said, his fingers wrapping around your wrists and pulling them down from your face so that you had to look at him. “It’s been a long time since I’ve taken biochemistry, and I certainly haven’t studied aphrodisiacs, but the effects should go away after the serum is put to use, correct?”

You thought back to your experimentation phase. All the nights you spent alone in your lab trying out the efficacy of the serum resulted in the effects dissipating once climax was reached. It had certainly been the least orthodox experimentation phase you’d ever undergone.

“Yes, that’s correct,” you say reluctantly. It takes every ounce of strength you have not to let your eyes explore Viktor’s face, then his long, narrow neck protruding his sweater, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a deep breath, then the sharp clavicle poking from–

Get yourself together.

“If you’re willing to retake the class–a class you should easily pass, given your access to the two most prevalent scientists in the field–then by all means, go to your room.” Viktor pulls his hands away from you, then picks up the muffin, peeling off the paper from the bottom. He picks off a piece and drops it onto his tongue.

“What are you doing? You’re just going to make it worse!”

He smirks at you, then sets the muffin back down. “It’s a very good muffin. You’re an excellent baker.”

Fuck.

“You’re playing with me,” you shake your head in disbelief.

“No, dearest, I am not playing with you,” he says, standing up from his chair, then moving toward you tantalizingly slow. He takes a seat on the table in front of you, then crosses his hands on his lap. “You’re smart enough to recognize the alternative I am offering to you.”

Your heart stops. You look at his half eaten muffin, although more than half is gone now with the addition of that last bite.

“You…” The idea is almost impossible for you to grasp, let alone put into words. “You want to expedite the process?”

“That’s certainly one way of putting it,” Viktor laughs. He reaches for a strand of your distressed hair and pushes it behind your ear.

“But you’re not even attracted to me!”

“What makes you think that?” Viktor says, retracting his hand, only to place it over yours on the desk.

“Because if you were, you’d be much more affected right now. I mean, look at me!” You gesture to yourself with your free hand. “I’m a mess! I’m on the brink of breaking out in a sweat and my hands are clammy and you’re just sitting there!”

Viktor laughs to himself as if he’s in on some kind of inside joke that you know nothing about.

“I’ve had lots of practice in concealing my excitement around you,” he finally says, slowly, seductively, the words dripping from his chin as his cold eyes bore into you.

“What?”

You know what he said. In fact, you understand it perfectly, but you can’t be sure it actually came from his mouth because it seems so perfectly unreal. So dream-like, so idealistic, so fantastical.

“You’ve done a good enough job at hiding your attraction, too,” Viktor says. “I wouldn’t have known if it weren’t for tonight’s incident. Which is exactly why I’ve felt the need to hide my own.”

“You’ve liked me?”

You still can’t wrap your head around the idea.

“I’ve admired you,” he smiles, rubbing circles on the back of your hand, reminding you just how potent your little sex serum really is.

In fact, it’s so powerful that you hardly have to put any thought into leaping up from your chair and pushing your lips against his. Before you can third guess his affection, his hands are interlaced with your hair, pushing you deeper into his lips as his tongue begs to be let into your needy mouth.

Now it was clear to see how much the serum had actually affected him. In mere seconds, his hands grabbed at your thighs and pulled you up onto the table to straddle him with strength you didn’t even know he possessed. His breathy little moans sent you further into madness and you yanked his sweater off of his head, forcing your mouth off of his for just a few seconds, but once that sweater was off, your lips clung together like magnets.

Deft fingers unbuttoned your long sleeve shirt and he pulled it off your arms so quickly that you worried for a second that he might have ripped it. But you didn't care. You couldn’t possibly be concerned with a silly shirt when Viktor was beneath you on the kitchen table like a meal.

The serum didn’t exactly allow either of your minds to comprehend much foreplay. You fiddled with Viktor’s belt and he pushed your skirt up to your waist. Once both of you were exposed, he didn’t waste any time positioning you above his cock.

“So wet for me,” Viktor whined against your bare chest. “Is that the serum’s doing or is it mine?”

“Yours,” you whimper as Viktor slides his tip beneath your folds. “If it were anyone else in the room with me when I took the serum, I’d be unaffected.”

“I’m flattered,” he smiles cruelly as he thrusts up into you.

“Oh fuck,” you whine as your rest your heavy head on Viktor’s shoulder.

He brings his hands to your waist and guides you up and down as his hips meet your core in long, languid thrusts. The serum sets every single nerve on fire, making it seem as if each of his thrusts has the impact of twenty.

You moan muffled strangulations of his name into his neck, which only urges him to persist with his cruel thrusts. The sound of your cunt being abused fills the kitchen and you’re wildly thankful that Jayce is out of town.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Viktor pants. “You have no idea.”

You really did have no idea. He hid it so well. You silently thanked whatever force had caused you to accidentally throw the serum into the muffin mix.

“So have I,” you whined against his skin. “Fuck…don’t stop…”

Each thrust is punctuated by the creaks of the sturdy kitchen table below you. His motions become quicker, shakier, and more intense and you can tell he’s reaching the end along with you. Your legs begin to shake and you feel that familiar tickling sensation in your core that the serum does a beautiful job at emulating.

“Viktor, I’m close, I’m so fucking close,” you moan as you lift your head from the crook of his neck. You bring your lips to his and he delivers his final thrusts. As he fills you, your moans echo on each other’s lips, a feeling you never thought you’d experience with your own brilliant roommate.

Your breathing steadies and Viktor wraps his arms around you, bringing you close to him as he tries to collect himself as well.

“You…” Viktor pants, “are forbidden from using that kitchen ever again.”

You laugh as you bring yourself off of him, pressing a kiss to his lips as you collect yourself. “That sounds fair to me.”