Bleach Boyfriend Scenarios - Tumblr Posts

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May I request some SFW and NSFW boyfriend and girlfriend headcanons with Ichigo?

Ofc you may <3

No joke I love ichigo sm he doesn't get nearly as much love as he should

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Warning: Some NSFW content, mentions of blood...

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Ichigo Boyfriend Scenarios, Fem!Reader (SFW and NSFW)

-Part 1

He meets your pets

The first time he had actually met one of your cats was before he even met you.

He had been walking down an alleyway to get home, unknowingly passing by your own house as he carried his schoolbag over his shoulder. In the silence of the isolated alley, he suddenly heard a 'mraow' coming from a nearby torbie cat, which was staring up at him from in front of the gate to your house, as if it was expecting something.

He was a little creeped out and to be honest, he was expecting it to start talking at him much like Yoroichi would. He looked around shiftily, a little unnerved as the harmless little creature stared dead into his soul.

The carrot-top was seconds away from just turning around and walking away until the cat mewled at him again, strolling closer to plop down on his feet and start purring and rolling around, making the boy sweatdrop.

"What do you want from me? I don't have food-..."

He just couldn't keep himself from crouching down the give the soft fur a few pets, watching with a ghost of a smile on his face as the cat headbutted his hand and blinked slowly at him.

So when the two of you had first gotten together and you had invited him over to hang out one day, he was surprised to see that you lived so close by. You had mentioned living only a few minutes away, but he didn't think you'd live on the same street. He had never seen you walking to school or anything, but as it turns out, that was because you liked using the main roads and going through the other entrance because that street is more lit up and less creepy.

Then it made sense. He was about to comment but he stopped short when he had seen the infamous cat sitting on your couch, looking awefully pleased with itself. Over time he had come to think that this cat was a stray, and had stopped to pet her almost every day - he had fed her treats, even given her a nickname.

"Hey, I know you-..."

You were surprised to see your boyfriend walk up to your absolute creature of a cat and start petting her, since she's usually a little hostile to strangers, and can be a bit of a bitch at times. She's well known by neighbours as this dubious little little gremlin, and has earned a bit of a reputation for being a menace - a threat, if you will.

And yet, she just sits there, purring and headbutting your man like an angel as if she hadn't literally gifted you your neighbours live gerbil as a present this morning. You had spent almost two hours strying to catch the damn thing and were halfway contemplating setting fire to the house and moving away while she watched. You absolutely adore her though, and she had been sitting on your lap all day until you had to leave to pick Ichigo up.

He just stroked her while she let him, and you simply stood there in shock, joining him hesitantly as you stare at your cat, Toaster, like she's grown a second head.

"So... she hasn't... bitten you? Maybe stolen your credit card info? gifted you a beetle?"

Okay. Now Ichigo stares at you like you've grown a second head. Jeez, you were only joking... sort of. She is a bit of a biter.

"I even named her and everything, I thought she was a stray. I named her Beef."

"That's... an interesting name, not like I can really talk though, since I named her Toaster..."

The two of you spoke like this, talking about your cat and you share horror stories like this morning with him, making him almost choke on his laugh while you both sit snuggled together on the couch, watching a movie with Toaster-Beef stretched across both of your laps.

He walks in on you changing

You had just gotten out of the shower, wrapped in a small towel as rivulets of now cold water trickle down your skin. Your pyjamas lay on your bed as you drop the towel that hid your body, reaching for the oversized shirt which you definitely stole from ichigo.

You just barely manage to pull it over tits before you hear the click of the door opening, and in comes your boyfriend - your boyfriend, that has a key to your house, which you hadn't even thought about since you'd given it to him. In his hands he holds your chemistry textbook, and you hadn't even realised that you'd left it at his house on accident. You can't really focus on that right now, though, as he pauses and stares straight at your ass and your hips, entranced by the sight in front of him.

You let out an indignified squeal as your brain finally starts rebooting, pulling down your shirt to hide yourself while that dumbass just looks at you and smiles, admiring how pretty you are.

"Get out, dumbass!-"

The two of you are close enough to be comfortable seeing eachother naked by now, but this was so sudden and you hadn't the chance to mentally steel yourself beforehand, so you end up blushing like a wobbly mess and swatting at him to get him to leave, a little miffed at the interruption.

His cheeks are dusted pink as you pout at him, and all he can think of is how cute you are, and how much he fucking adores you.

"You're so cute..."

You flush. With that dumb, stupid look on his stupid face, how could you kick him out? You practically melt and release a defeated sigh, pretending to still be annoyed, but he's just so adorable you wanna see what other cute faces this man can make, and you wonder just how red that blush can get.

It's dark outside, so the curtains are drawn and the lights are low, since you replaced your normal bulb with fairy lights that you had impulsively put everywhere, and around the room hang little Polaroid photos of you and Ichigo and some of your family, a few depicting days out with your friends. The air is warm and you shut your door as you stand in front of your man, blinking up at him and smirking when his eyebrows furrow. Good... He's starting to get bashful. What a cutie.

The lighting in the room reflects on his skin as well as your own, and he looks like a piece of art, backed against the wall and blushing like this. It surely doesn't help that you're not wearing any underwear.

Your body slowly leans against him, your legs slotted together and your thigh resting snug against his clothed dick. Ichigo looks feverous with excitement, and you rest your cheek against his, leaning on your tip toes so you're able to reach.

"Like what you see?..."

It's literally not possible to not tease him, and he shudders a little as you grind your leg against him just barely, his hands quickly grabbing onto your waist and lower back to pull you closer, leaning down to kiss you on the lips like he's starved of touch. He only pulls away when you moan quietly into his mouth, smirking at you and pressing a light nip to your neck before talking back.

"What do you think?"

It's not long before he grinds his thigh up against the heat of your pussy, immitating the way that you've been teasing him and he pushes you harder against his thigh by your hips, eliciting a pleased purr from you.

You get a new piercing

It's hot in Karakura town, so when Orihime suggests a pool party, everyone immediately agrees with enthusiasm.

Everyone's chattering excitedly on the way to the public, outdoors pool, but you're a little bummed that you can't go in. That didn't stop you from bringing your new swimsuit though, since you're planning on taking the opportunity to tan. Orihime already knows that you can't get tempted to swim or else you risk your still-healing belly piercing getting infected. It's only been about four months.

Ichigo, on the other hand, does not know this information. He walks along beside you, having a conversation with Chad that you weren't really listening to. Suddenly, you realise that you haven't actually told him about your latest body mod, and you hum quietly, thinking to yourself that he's in for a surprise once you change out of your clothes and strip down to your swimsuit.

You had bought a cute bikini just for this occasion, and you're absolutely obsessed with it, as well as Orihime and Rukia, and of course, Chizuru. The top half of the bikini has little heart shaped links that connect the bra to the straps, and the piece is a cute light green to match the bottom, which has the same little heart link at the hips.

Once you all arrive at the pool, everyone splits into boys and girls to change, and you part with Ichigo with a quick peck to his cheek.

Okay, maybe you had just done that to make him look cool in front of his friends. Maybe to embarrass him just a little too...

Mizuiro and Keigo give him a pat on the back as he blushes and grumbles, and you laugh with Rukia because she saw right through your evil scheme.

In the girls changing room you get literally bombarded with complements and hugs, everyone studying the shiny, dangling jewellery and your piercing, that's in its final stages of healing. Already you're feeling bashful and your self esteem is higher than before, so when you walk out to meet the guys you're met with Keigo's heart eyes, specifically.

Immediately he is smacked straight in the nose as Ichigo stares at you, not even bothering to look at him or shake out his fist as his eyes lock onto your belly and stay there. He looks amazed and confused all at the same time, taking in the change and wondering how long it's been there. How long has it been since he's last seen you naked? Damn...

You can almost tell what he's thinking and you snicker a little, your abdomen fluttering while you smile up at him, hoping that this is a positive reaction.

You don't have to hope for very long. Immediately he's ushering you away to a qieter part of the pool to inspect it while everyone else is distracted, almost leaning in to touch it before you swat his hands away.

"No touching, babe... It still hurts."

"Oh- sorry... How long has it been there? Why didn't you tell me? Did you think I wouldn't like it...?"

He's giving you puppy eyes at this point, and you coo at him and grab his face, holding it in your hands and smushing his cheeks together as you go on a little rant in your head about how cute and baby and squishy and adorable he is, communicating all of these thoughts into a little kiss.

His reaction is priceless. His nose scrunches up and he wriggles out of your reach, embarrassed at the PDA and slinking into the pool a couple of feet away. He's still facing you, but he's got his arms crossed on the side of the pool, resting his chin on his forearm.

Just to get a little closer to him, you scooch forward and kick a leg over him so that his face is close to your belly and the little dangling playboy bunny that catches the light, your legs spread at either side of his elbows.

"Nah. I mean... I was a little anxious I guess, but I mainly just wanted to surprise you with it."

He still couldn't take his eyes off of the cute little playboy bunny, completely entranced by it.

He sees you crying

Everything that could've gone wrong today, did exactly that. You had gotten into an argument with an upperclassman about your uniform and lack of work ethic at the very beginning of the day, you'd got your failed math test back, Ichigo was out all day doing Soul Reaper work, it had started raining on your way back from school and on top of it all, you might be coming down with a cold.

The first thing you do when you get home is storm to your bedroom, soaking wet with rain water and absolutely freezing cold, and change into your pyjamas to hide under the covers until next week.

Slow tears irritate your cheeks and leave your eyes red as you sob into your pillow, not hearing Ichigo walking up the steps to your room after greeting your mother, who knew to leave you alone and not overwhelm you after a bad day.

He had gotten to the top of the stairs when he heard your hiccupped breathing, his eyebrows furrowing when he starts to worry about you. Were you crying? What happened? Do you want to be alone? He wants to comfort you so badly, but he doesn't know what's upset you, and how he should go about comforting you, even. What if he just makes you more upset?

Eventually, he decides that he's far too worried to back away like a bad partner, and he tentatively knocks on your door, saying your name so that you know it's him. The hallway he's standing in is dark and the only light is coming from the kitchen downstairs where your mom is and the dim, blue glow peeking from beneath your door. After he gets no answer from you, he opens the door slowly, shutting it behind him and letting out a strained breath, greeted with the sight of you huddled in your blankets and the sound of you crying softly into your pillow.

"Hey, It's okay, come on... You're okay, what happened? Do you want to talk?"

After getting a shake of your head in response he tilts his head and pets your hair, knowing that it relaxes you when he does that. The bed creaks under the pressure of your boyfriend joining you under your duvet, and his large hand cradles the back of your head, guiding you to cry into his chest.

And that you do. You sniffle and weep into his shirt, probably ruining it with all sorts of cursed, snotty fluids.

When you've finally cried all of your tears you find yourself feeling much better with Ichigo's comfort. He didn't make you talk when you just wanted to cry, and he gave you the quiet support you needed once he got the hint. Life is so much better with him, and all of your problems seem to disappear as soon as he's in your sight.

You bleed on his bed

You had woken up in the middle of the night with the worst cramps you've had in a while, and in your disoriented and tired state it takes a few more seconds of processing before you realise what this must mean.

Not now, and most definately not here-...

Well, it's now, and it's here.

You quickly shimmy out of your boyfriend's arms, trying to assess the damage you've made to Ichigo's sheets, and damn. He's gonna need to buy new sheets. There are tears already forming in your eyes already as you stop freeze, listening to the soft, relaxed breaths of the occupant of the bed, his bed.

It's not even close to being light outside yet, and the birds are silent outside, the only light in the room being from Ichigo's analogue clock. It's two in the morning.

The stain on the bed is the size of a dinner plate and your shorts are in bad condition, your inner thighs stained with the blood that still drips. The feeling has nausea bubbling in your stomach in chest as you rush to the bathroom quietly, panicking about how Ichigo will react. Shit. Okay. Just get in the shower and refresh yourself first.

You spend a good fifteen minutes in the shower, trying to avoid the outside world for a little while as stress pours through your veins, long strands of hair sticking to your body under the spray of hot water, easing your cramps just a little.

You feel so bad for ruining his matress, and you're gonna have to wake him up to change the sheets and face what you've done. This is literally so embarrassing that you want to curl up into a ball and stop existing.

As you finally get out of the shower you dry and dress yourself, using a pad and slipping a dirty pair of Ichigo's sweats, but when you walk out of the door, Ichigo's sitting on new sheets, reading a book with a pair of reading glasses that he knows you think are adorable.

He's facing you now, looking up from his book and smiling up at you softly, and it doesn't take long for you to crawl into his arms and whine, cradling your belly as you apologise and hide your face in his lap.

He only strokes his fingers through your hair and covers you with a blanket, telling you that it's okay, and that it's not your fault.

"It's just natural. Besides, am I, of all people, gonna be phazed by a little blood...?"

When he puts it that way you realise how paranoid you were being before, considering that his clothes get stained with a new injury every other day.

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Better than before, at least... 'm still sorry."

He just laughs quietly and hands you a painkiller and some water, shifting his legs so that you sit up and pressing a peck to your neck as you ready yourself to go back to sleep, the two of you cuddling as the bedside lamp is turned off.