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⛓Feral Possession: Chapter 26⛓

Binding

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~4.9k WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Exophilia, Demon!Grimmjow, Feral Behavior, Size Difference, Lingerie, Bondage, Chains, Praise Kink, Teasing, Handjob, Vaginal Sex, Cock Riding, Scratching, Biting, Creampie, Sub!Switch!Grimmjow Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. If that makes you uncomfortable, you may want to skip this fic.

Summary: Wynter finds other uses for a binding spell.

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Masterlist | Chapter 26:

There was a knock at the front door, and I set down my book on the couch to answer it. I was expecting the new overseer today, and I had no clue who they had decided to send. When I opened the door, I saw a woman around my height with big brown eyes and orange hair.

"Hi! Are you Wynter Hughes?" She asked with a smile.

"That's me. And you are?"

"Orihime Inoue. I've been sent by the Soul Society." I recognized her name as an exorcist Ichigo had mentioned before.

"Come on in." I opened the door wider, and she entered the house while still smiling. Dagur was already sniffing at her, and the woman lowered her hand to let him stick his nose in her palm.

"How cute! What's their name?"

"Dagur."

"Why, hello, Dagur! It's nice to meet you." Orihime chuckled while rubbing under Dagur's chin. His tail was wagging as he ate up the attention she was giving.

"Yo. Been a while, woman." Grimmjow spoke up from the kitchen island. He was sitting there in human form in just a pair of boxers while eating ice cream from the carton.

"My, you've certainly made yourself comfortable here, Pantera." Orihime looked amused when she saw the demon rather than surprised or upset. And, shockingly, Grimmjow didn't seem angry like he usually would be when he saw an exorcist.

What exactly had happened between these two?

"Still getting your ass kicked?" Grimmjow asked before scooping some ice cream into his mouth.

"I prefer to be a pacifist as much as possible. However, I am now a black belt in karate." She spoke so nonchalantly, and I looked at her with surprise.

"So you two seem well acquainted." I said while sliding my hands into my pockets.

"I held her hostage for a little while." Grimmjow stated, and I paused while looking at him.

"Did you, now?"

"Yeah. I took her from Murcielago when I found out she was a friend of Kurosaki's."

"And then they beat the snot out of each other." Orihime chuckled while covering her mouth with her hand. Her tone was so light, and her words were not that serious in the slightest. But if what they were talking about was the fight that nearly killed both Grimmjow and Ichigo, why was she seemingly not upset at all?

And why did I get the strong feeling Orihime was not someone I'd want to piss off?

"I see. So, uh, do you guys....actually get along or something?" I questioned, and Orihime and Grimmjow exchanged looks. They both narrowed their eyes at each other as if thinking.

"She's annoying, but she gave me my arm back, so...." Grimmjow shrugged before shoving the spoon full of ice cream into his mouth. My eyebrows raised at him as I balked.

"Gave....your arm back?"

"Oh, he only had one arm a few years ago." Orihime leaned in my direction while speaking softly. "One of my specialties is healing magick."

"Well, that's certainly not in the Hollow Ones book."

"It's complicated." She rubbed the back of her head while awkwardly smiling.

"You ever end up fuckin' Murcielago?"

"Pantera!" I shot him a look.

"What? This chick was, like, the closest that old bat got to getting laid." Grimmjow said as he pointed at Orihime with his spoon. I was shocked yet again as I looked at the exorcist next to me.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, come on. I saw how you two were. And how pissed he got when I kidnapped you? Way more than the usual." The demon was being rather blunt, and Orihime was starting to blush. "I half expected him to try and sniff you out."

Complicated, indeed.

"Would you like to talk in my office?" I offered.

"Yes. We have much to discuss." Orihime nodded, and I saw how embarrassed she looked now. Was Grimmjow telling the truth? Had something happened between this exorcist and Murcielago?

"Bye, now!" I waved from the doorway as Orihime walked to her car. She was smiling and waving back while looking like a ball of sunshine.

"Until next time!" She then got into her car, and I shut the front door.

"Orihime. Murcielago. What happened?" I asked while turning to the head of blue hair poking up over the couch. Grimmjow was just sitting there watching TV and still not bothering to put pants on.

"Murcielago kidnapped the woman for some bullshit plan because of her powers. When I found them, they looked pretty cozy, if you know what I mean."

"And what's with her attitude? I'd figure she'd be pissed about you nearly killing her friend."

"She's just weird like that." Grimmjow replied as I leaned on the back of the couch. "I think she's a bit off her rocker. Got hit in the head a few too many times, yanno?"

"That's not nice." I popped his shoulder.

"You gonna tell me what you two were whispering about in your office now?" Grimmjow ignored me while grabbing the front of my shirt. He yanked me over the back of the couch and dropped me in his lap. "'Cause I know it was about me."

"Did you really have to do that?"

"Felt like lookin' at ya while talking to you." He shrugged. "Now, talk." Grimmjow was looking down at me as he turned off the TV to have it quiet in the living room.

"She wants me to do a sort of training camp. Orihime offered to have you put under surveillance while I do so."

"Fuck that."

"I agreed to the training."

"What?!" Anger flashed across his face, and I kept a steady tone.

"It's for a few days, the trip will be paid for, and you'll be coming with me."

"That doesn't explain why either of us needs to or should fuckin' go."

"Dude, it's a free camping trip. Might not exactly be a vacation, but I'll also get to learn some more about the Soul Society."

"This training- Are you gonna be fighting other exorcists?"

"You mean like sparring? Yeah."

"Cool." He raised his eyebrows, and I furrowed mine.

"What?"

"I'm gonna watch you kick their asses and laugh about it. When is it?"

"In a few weeks." I scoffed at his response. Of course, that would get him interested.

"Hey, Grimmjow!" I called out while sitting on the arm of the couch.

"What?" The demon yelled back from upstairs.

"Come here! I want to practice another spell but can't do it myself!" There was no reply this time, and I waited to see if Grimmjow was coming downstairs or staying in bed. He soon appeared in the hallway with his paws going silently over the hardwood floor.

The demon froze when he saw me, and his ears perked to attention. I saw his pupils widen as his eyes looked me over while I remained where I was in nothing but the lingerie set he'd picked out. A grin pulled at the corners of his mouth before he vanished from sight.

However, he reappeared when he seemingly smacked into an invisible wall. As I had suspected, the demon had been too distracted to notice the faint spell circle on the floor in front of me. He looked momentarily confused until he looked at the floor.

"Wynter, what the fuck?"

"You fell for the bait so fucking hard." I chuckled before waving my hand. The circle on the floor began to glow, and I flicked my hand up. Golden chains shot out of the floor to latch on to Grimmjow and drag him down.

"You little shit!" He was snarling and struggling, but the chains quickly made him fall to his knees. Grimmjow growled deep in his chest like rolling thunder.

Smiling, I drew an arch in the air with two fingers, making two more chains shoot out to grab his horns and pull his head back. The demon was still struggling as I sat there and watched.

"This is a lot more fun than I thought it'd be." I said as Grimmjow looked pissed. He had chains around each limb, one on his waist, throat, and then the two on his horns forcing him to arch back. The demon looked as if he were about to yell at me until I waved my finger to have another chain slither up his inner thigh.

His tail was whipping in agitation as he glared at me. I figured he wouldn't be giving me such a dirty look in a few seconds, though.

The chain following the trail of my finger crept behind the hem of his pants before snaking down to curl around his balls. Grimmjow's expression changed entirely as his growling died down.

"Guess who found out they have pretty good control with binding spells." I smirked while using chains to pull his pants down. They then slithered up his body like golden snakes to find their way into his shirt.

The chain on his balls also coiled around his dick, and I noticed how he was already getting hard.

"Oh, Little Rabbit, the Soul Society would not approve."

"It's a good thing I don't need them to, huh?" Grimmjow looked at me while grinning as he licked over his top lip and teeth. "Mm, you do look rather cute like this, kitten." The demon gave a warning growl.

Waving my finger, I made the chain on his cock start stroking. Grimmjow's hips bucked from the sudden movement, and he was soon fully hard.

"I'm gonna ruin you." His low voice rumbled, and I chuckled.

"Not if I ruin you first, kitten. We'll see how you're feeling when I'm through with you." My tone and words seemed to excite him more. His pupils were wide as the chain was still stroking. The links around his balls gave a gentle squeeze, making him softly grunt.

Grimmjow began to slowly rock his hips while the chains under his shirt ran over his nipples. Watching him as I controlled the chains had lit a fire under my skin. He moaned, and I could feel the lacy panties I wore getting wet.

Getting up from where I sat, I got closer to hold his face in my hands. Grimmjow purred as I leaned down. Kissing him, his hips bucked again, and I smirked while looking at him.

"Does it feel good, sweetheart?" I asked, and his ears flicked back.

"You're having too much fun with this." Grimmjow panted.

"I think I'm having the right amount of fun." Brushing my thumb over his bottom lip, I absolutely loved the way he looked up at me. "And I'd say you are, too, kitten. Look at how hard you are and just fucking the air."

The demon clenched his jaw while forcing his hips to stop moving. I only smiled before waving my finger to make the chain on his cock coil more to wrap around the neglected head. Grimmjow's entire body shuddered as he moaned.

"Now that's what I like to hear." I cooed before kissing him again. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt to pull it up and expose the chains squeezing his chest and rubbing against his hard nipples. "Is this too much for you, kitten?"

"Fuck, no." Grimmjow panted, and the chain wrapped around his throat bobbed from him swallowing. Grinning, I let my hands wander down his torso. I could feel the rolling curves of his muscles as he softly rocked his hips back and forth while the chain still had his dick and balls in its embrace.

"You can smell how turned on I am, can't you?"

"Yes." He softly growled as his eyes looked almost entirely black. Grimmjow looked as if he tried to pounce, but he barely moved with how strong the chains were.

"Behave. I could just leave you here and fuck myself while making you watch."

"Don't be a fuckin' tease." The demon growled, and I smirked while bringing my face close to his.

"Oh, kitten. I'm the one in control here. If I wanted to, I could tease you until you're begging and cumming all over yourself. Mmm, what a mess you'd be." My voice was almost a purr, and his ears turned back as he bared his fangs.

Stepping away, I went back to the side of the couch and bent over to pick something up from the cushion. I could hear Grimmjow straining against the chains again as soon as I had bent over. Standing up with the bottle of lube in my hand, I popped open the cap while turning around.

Facing Grimmjow again, I poured some of the lube into my other hand. Leaning my elbow on his shoulder, I reached down to circle my fingers around the head of his cock. Stroking over his shaft and the chain, the demon bucked and grunted.

I kissed him while slicking up his cock. Licking his bottom lip, Grimmjow opened his mouth for me to slip my tongue past his fangs. He purred deep in his chest as our tongues slid together, and I continued to stroke from base to head and back.

He grunted when I made the chain lightly squeeze his balls again. Grimmjow was itching to get out of the chains as he flexed and tested their strength only to find they were holding fast. He may not want to admit it, but it was obvious just how much he was truly enjoying this.

Pulling away, I saw the drool leaking from the corner of his mouth as his lips were swollen from the kiss. I slowly licked the drool from his face before grinning while standing. He looked two seconds away from going feral.

"If only you could see yourself right now, kitten." Placing my foot on his chest, I then tossed the bottle of lube over my shoulder to the couch. Raising my hand and lowering it, I had the chains pull him down to the floor.

He was still fully erect while fighting the binding spell. His wrists were pinned over his head while his legs were forced to spread.

"Oh, sweetheart, you look so good like this." I said as I looked down at the demon while still having my foot on his chest. Grimmjow was panting as his cock was leaking precum, and I felt my heart pounding beneath my ribs.

"You look pretty fuckin' delicious yourself." Grimmjow licked his lips hungrily as his eyes wandered over me. Moving my foot from his chest to his side, I knelt over him as he watched my every move. The demon purred when I pushed my panties to the side without bothering to take them off.

The chain held his cock in place as I rubbed my pussy against the head. Grimmjow's muscles flexed as if he tried to pounce again only to fail once more. He was so damn eager, and me dragging it out was driving him mad. It was a good thing he was also enjoying it.

Lowering myself on him, he moaned while feeling the wet heat surrounding his dick. I made the chain lower to just the base of his cock before placing a hand on one of his knees. With my other hand on his chest, I lifted my hips before dropping back down.

The golden glow of the magic circle and the chains contrasted with his skin and markings in such an exciting way. His spread legs clenched as I rode his cock and moaned. Grimmjow squirmed under me while flexing his claws and arching his back.

The sound he made was a mix of a growl and groan that only turned me on more. His biceps flexed when he tried to lift his arms from the ground, but his wrists remained chained down.

"Fuck~!" Grimmjow was becoming so desperate, and it made me grin. I picked up the pace to make him writhe more. His hips tried to rut up to meet me the best he could. "Oh, fuck you!" His voice was low and breathy, and I had the chain massage his balls.

The mix of lube and slick dripping down his cock to his balls made the chains easily slide over his skin, and his head lolled back with a moan.

"When I get my fuckin' hands on you, you little shit...." Grimmjow's threat trailed off before his hips bucked and he groaned.

"Please, we both know you're fucking loving this." I didn't miss the grin on his face. "You might be a king, but to me, you're just my good boy, aren't you?" Grimmjow's chest rumbled with a growl, and he bucked his hips up to make me moan.

"Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you." He panted as his head rested against the floor. He groaned with his eyes closed, and I licked my lips before grinning.

"Admit it. You like what I can do to you." I made the chain around the base of his cock and balls tighten just a little. His back arched as his toes splayed in response while a loud and low groan came from his throat. His claws and fangs flashed, and I rode him harder. **

"Fuck!" Grimmjow was struggling, and it only spurred me on.

"Admit it."

"Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! You stupid, little human!" He groaned. "I should tear you apart, but I- Ngh!- want you too damn bad! Fuck!" Grimmjow was finally falling apart at the seams.

"Don't stop now, sweetheart." I grabbed the chain around his throat to pull him up closer to my face. "You're mine after all. Tell me exactly what you want." Our noses were only inches away from each other as his eyes widened.

Something in the demon seemed to snap, and he managed to break one hand free from the chains. Grimmjow yanked my other leg over his hip to have me straddling him. His chest was rumbling as he was using brute force and magick to fight the binding spell.

He had me in his arms while slamming his hips into me without mercy. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his shoulders to hold on for dear life. Grimmjow buried his face into my neck as his hands traveled up my thighs and back.

I didn't even have the chance to comprehend what had happened. Moaning as my nails dug into his back, Grimmjow held me closer while pistoning his cock. His fangs scraped against the side of my neck before nipping.

I could tell he was getting close, and what he was doing to me had me not too far behind. The broken chain hit me with every thrust as it swayed from Grimmjow's wrist. One of his hands slid higher to have his fingers curl over the back of my neck.

Grimmjow's breath was hot against my skin as he moaned, and my thighs clenched around his waist. The demon didn't stop fucking me even when he was cumming. He ground his hips, making sure to rub against my clit as he buried his cock to the hilt in my pussy.

We were panting and clinging to each other as my body shook from the orgasm crashing into me. All I could do was ride it out until Grimmjow finally stopped moving. Swallowing, I tried to catch my breath while relaxing.

The demon still held on to me as he was breathing heavily. When I finally regained the ability to think straight, I looked at Grimmjow. He kept his face in my neck, and his ear flicked from my breath.

"What just happened?"

"....I don't know." His voice was quiet as he didn't even try to play it off.

"Grimmjow."

"I don't know." He repeated with a firmer tone. "You just...." Biting the inside of my cheek, I had a feeling I already knew what happened.

"I said you're mine."

"Yeah."

"Did you....like it?" I questioned while speaking in a quiet tone. Grimmjow paused as his grip on me tightened.

"Yeah. But that shouldn't have.... What the fuck is wrong with me?" He seemed to be genuinely asking. Brushing his hair behind his ear, I licked his cheek.

"What do you feel when I say I desire you?"

"Excitement. Heat." Grimmjow replied, and I made him look at me as I held his face in my hands.

"And when I called you mine?"

"There was....a lot of different shit at once."

"You ever wonder why you want me to want you so badly?" I asked and watched as his brows furrowed. He looked confused as one of his ears flicked. "Yeah, I'm not gonna spell this one out for you."

"Why not? You said you'd help me with this shit."

"Because this one I think is best if you figure it out yourself."

"So you know what it is?"

"Maybe."

"But you won't tell me?"

"Yeah."

"What the fuck, Wynter?" The look he gave me made me scoff.

"You're smarter than you look. You'll get it eventually." I said before kissing him. However, in retaliation, he nipped my bottom lip.

"Asshole."

"Shithead." I smiled, and Grimmjow smirked while bringing his face closer.

"Little fucker."

"Bitch." We kissed again.

"Twerp." Another kiss.

"Heathen." And another one.

"You're wearing the set I picked out, aren't you?" He was smiling as he purred.

"Looks good, don't it?"

"Fuck, yeah." I could feel Grimmjow gradually getting hard again, and he licked his lips. "You wanna get rid of some of these chains? Keep the one on my dick, though."

"Horny bastard."

"Maybe you shouldn't have used a binding spell to fuck me if you didn't want me to like it." Grimmjow licked my cheek while gently rocking his hips. I took in a sharp breath since he'd never pulled out, and I was still more sensitive from my orgasm.

"Tear this outfit, and the chains go back on." Waving my hand, most of the golden chains slipped off of Grimmjow and vanished into the floor.

"That's not much of a threat."

"I didn't say that's all I'd do."

"Mmm, I guess it does look pretty nice." He smirked before kissing down the side of my neck. "You should dress like this for me more, Little Rabbit."

"Maybe if you ask nicely." I replied as my fingers slid into his hair. Grimmjow softly growled and nipped my neck.

"You're cute." He snapped his hips, and I moaned.

"Stop complaining and just pack the damn bag already." I rolled my eyes while stuffing folded jeans into my suitcase.

"I'm not complaining!"

"Right. Huffing and puffing about what you're gonna eat on this trip is totally not complaining." My tone was heavy with sarcasm, and Grimmjow shot me a look. The demon then snatched up a shirt and threw it into an opened duffle bag on the bed. "There'll be plenty of food."

"Yeah, and probably poisoned."

"You don't even need human food." I made a face while waving my hand and packing more clothes.

"You plan on feeding me exorcist souls, then? 'Cause it's either food or souls, Wynter."

"We'll be in the middle of the woods, O' Impressive Hunter." Looking over at Grimmjow, I saw the grumpy expression he was making. I knew that even if he joked about getting to see me beat up exorcists, he still really didn't want to go on this trip. He didn't want me to go, either, but I'd already made up my mind.

The demon was in human form, so his upset face was less daunting without the long fangs and horns present. However, he still had that air of intimidation around him regardless. Too bad for him that I knew he wouldn't go any further than the angry look.

"Someone's here." He grumbled before going back to packing his bag.

"It's probably Orihime." I walked out of the room and down the stairs. Orihime was the only one I was expecting to have over today since she was giving us a ride to the training camp.

The only problem being it wasn't Orihime on my porch when I opened the front door. We were both surprised after I'd opened the door just before he could knock, leaving him with his hand hovering in the air.

"Gary?" I let the confusion show on my face.

"Oh, are you going somewhere?" He asked when he saw that I was wearing shoes.

"Uh, yeah. That camping trip I told you about."

"Shit, I forgot that was today." Gary chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "You're not going alone, are you? Not that I'm underestimating you or anything-" He cut himself off when his gaze drifted past me. I knew what he was looking at from the tingling on the back of my neck.

"What do you want?" Grimmjow questioned while standing behind me.

"I, uh, have some work I wanted to ask Wynter to go over. You got a minute?" Gary looked at me again, and I could feel Grimmjow's stare.

"Sure. Why don't you finish packing up?" I pat the demon on the chest before heading back toward my office. Gary quietly followed me while Grimmjow grumpily went back upstairs.

"So....this camping trip. Is it just you and him?"

"Who said he was going?"

"I just assumed since he was also dressed to leave, and you told him to finish packing." Gary shrugged before pulling out some papers from his jacket to hand to me.

"And why does it seem like you have a problem with him going?" I asked while taking the papers.

"Maybe 'cause I've already made it clear that I don't like him. I don't exactly trust him, either." Gary then sat on the edge of my desk as I sat in my chair. "You're not....dating him now, are you?"

"It's a camping trip, Gary. What about that could possibly make you think we're dating?"

"I don't know. Maybe the fact it's just you two, alone, in the middle of who knows where."

"It's a work-related training camp. It won't be just us." I scoffed as I flipped over the first page in the stack.

"Oh."

"And even though I appreciate your concern, it's not your place to put your nose in my dating life."

"I mean, I know that. But he's an asshole." Gary's face scrunched up as he waved one of his hands. "And I still stand by what I said before."

"Which is?" I quirked up a brow, and the man turned to look at me.

"That he has feelings for you. I know he keeps saying he doesn't, but, come on. How else do you explain his behavior? You'd have to be dead not to see it." Gary gestured with his hand, and I sighed through my nose. "Do you really think it's a good idea to take him on this trip with you? It might put something in his head-"

"Gary, could you please just drop it already? Whether or not he has feelings for me is none of your business. And it's pretty dickish of you to keep pushing it and making it sound so negative."

"Dickish?"

"Yes, dickish." I looked up at him while raising my eyebrows. "How'd you like it if someone made an assumption about how you feel and wouldn't stop blabbing about it when you weren't around?" Gary went quiet, and I looked back at the papers in front of me to flip the page. "Now you get it."

"I still don't like him." He muttered like a child in trouble.

"You don't have to."

"I still don't get why you put up with him."

"Because I don't 'put up with him'. Since you two don't get along, you don't see anything other than his bad side."

"You're really gonna defend him?"

"Look, I know he's not the easiest to get along with, but this is his home, too. You can't keep shit-talking him without expecting some pushback."

"Oh, my God. You actually like that idiot."

"What did I just say?" I shot Gary a stern look.

"You're not denying it."

"Grimm's got layers. It'd be impossible to not like a few."

"So you're really friends with the guy? Not just helping him 'cause he knew your uncle?"

"Yes. We're friends, I like him, and you can keep your opinions about it to yourself." I spoke with a calm tone while standing up and crossing the office. "These look fine, by the way." Handing Gary back his papers, I then opened the door to see Grimmjow standing on the other side.

The demon froze as I looked at him, and I knew he had overheard the conversation between Gary and I. He quickly looked away while shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.

"Our ride's here." Grimmjow stated, and I could see how his ears were turning red.

"Eavesdropper."

"I'm not an eavesdropper!" The demon snarled at me while keeping his fists deep in his pockets.

"Sure, you're not." I had a sarcastic tone and pat his cheek before walking into the hallway. "Well, we've got to go, so I'll talk to you later, Gary."

"Uh, right. Do you need someone to watch Dagur while you're gone?"

"He's already at Yui's place." Bending over, I picked up the duffle bag set down near the door and tossed it to Grimmjow. The demon easily caught it, and I grabbed the handle of the suitcase.

"Right. Probably why I haven't seen him." Gary said under his breath while tucking the papers into his jacket. Grimmjow looked at the man like he was an idiot, and I had to rush the demon outside before he said something that would start a fight.

**A/N: There is bonus art for this scene

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bakubabes-tatakae · 2 years

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Please tell me I’m not the only one thirsting to the thought of pissing Ichigo off just so he’ll finally shove his tongue down your throat??!! The guy is usually connected to frustration, and it’s hot

Oh if you wanna get Ichigo Kurosaki to go feral then that's exactly how you do it. He loves when you get him riled up like that. 👏

He had been paying barely any attention to you, it was almost infuriating. You had been the first one to greet him home and he was still focused on anyone and everyone else in your house. You had to do something to get his attention and you knew just how to do it.

You looked at the crimson-haired man that sat just inches away from you and let a smirk fill your features. Now was your time, you knew that the sting of it being Renji that you went after would make him as angry as you were hoping it would.

You moved closer to him and laughed way louder than you needed to at the joke he had just told, attracting Ichigo's attention almost instantly. Your laugh was one that he could pick out of a room any time that he wanted to. It was one of the things that he loved about you the most.

Ichigo watched as you threw your head back, feeling the anger bubbling in his chest as he watched Renji swoon at the sound of it. He placed a hand gently on Rukia's arm as he excused himself and stalked toward you. This wasn't like you, you never did anything like this. You never flirted with other men in front of him. Especially not the one person that you knew he was the most guarded around. He saw the way the women in the soul society always watched him and he saw the way the man had always watched you.

As Renji continued to speak to you a hand touched your hip, the grip tight as his breath touched the back of your neck and sent a shiver down your spine. You whipped yourself around as you heard the growl from him, your knees growing weak almost instantly. Renji's eyes locked with Ichigo's as he watched him angrily, feeling the piercing glares between them like they were directed at you.

"Ichi-" You tried to talk to him, but he ignored you for a moment, taking control back for himself as he grabbed onto your hand and spun you around.

The gruff tone that he had made you freeze in your spot. He rarely ever got this way. He would always let people know when he was angry, but he was rarely ever this forward with it when it came to you. His hand gripped your chin as he spun you, his lips capturing yours filthy and deep as his eyes stayed open. Your eyes closed as your lips danced with his but you could feel the angry eyes of Lieutenant Abarai on the back of your head. Ichigo had struck a nerve and that's what he had intended to do.

As Renji huffed and turned away Ichigo let go of your cheeks, but he kept his lips just mere millimeters away from your own. His tone was threatening and raspy as he egged you on. "You really think that it's okay to act that way? To act like you don't already have someone wrapped around your finger. Now that's not very nice of you, is it? Where's my good little girl when I need her, huh?"

You whined as your knees grew weak, the way he spoke making you crave more of him. "I can't believe that you'd be so naughty like this in front of everyone else." He gave you a small wink as he looked around at the guests, lowering his voice even more. "It looks like I'll have to punish you for that when everyone leaves the house, and I'll have to remind you who you belong to."

#ichigo kurosaki x reader #kurosaki ichigo x reader #bleach x reader #ichigo kurosaki x y/n #kurosaki ichigo x y/n #bleach x y/n #kurosaki ichigo x you #ichigo kurosaki x you #bleach x you #harlie thirsts

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rayshippouuchiha · 2 years

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First off, here you are, once again, getting me into a pairing I never thought of with that recent RMF.

Secondly, to the anon who threw that idea of Ichigo becoming a Kenpachi...I am glad we have the same brain cell bc that is an idea that had floated in my brain these past few weeks tbh while thinking up a few of my UraIchi wips and the ArdynIchigo one.

Something like TYBW goes ass up and very few survivors so Kisuke creates time travel bc of course he does and him and Ichigo and Aizen go back to the past only something goes awry during it that the three get flung back into different points in the past.

Aizen is the first to "awaken" only he's just barely in his first year in the academy and he's annoyed more than anything bc the strings that bonds his soul to his two fools' own are still there, only dimmed so for now, he's on his own and plans accordingly.

Scraps his plans for takeover bc he feels the hyogoku within him, still has his immortality, and Kyouka Suigetsu at his side once more, though he brushes away the sting of her cold /hurt silence bc he deserves that, and instead makes plans to punch the two idiots once they catch up, so to speak for making him suffer SS's glacial progress.

Then Kisuke wakes up the day he becomes Captain and it's not long before he and Lt. Aizen run into each other and Kisuke knows now and it's not long before Aizen is putting in a request for a transfer to the 12th Division for the newly constructed SRDI, switching positions with Hiyori there.

(She's shocked/offended and perhaps a bit fearful that it's her being reprimand for the way she has treated the Captain. And honestly, it sort of is, Kisuke decides though he doesn't say it. Instead he and Aizen have to plans to make for the day Ywhach makes his move. But more importantly, they need to prepare for the wave of chaos that Ichigo will bring to SS because that's just how she is.)

Then of course she arrives with a bang. Literally. And being a little more feral these days, she kills Kenpachi Kiganjo on instinct and becomes Kenpachi Ichigo and 11th Division Captain in one swing of her blade.

But at least the trio have a whole squad ready to spill blood now when Ywhach comes calling later down the line.

That's what I got for now but it's something I'm excited to flesh out.

Oh Oh yesssss flesh this out please because it looks exquisite so far and I need it

#RayRambles #Bleach

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m3kuroshirt · 3 years

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Mine

Words: 1454

Prompt: fog (here) and escape, flight, and hiding (here)

Warnings: mild violence, blood, and nsft

Ichigo didn’t know how it had happened. He was supposed to be sparring with a certain blue haired arrancar in the barren deserts of Hueco Mundo, underneath the barely lit sky. One minute he was fighting a normal, completely usually half deranged Grimmjow. Then a bright flash as he called out to Pantera, something not normal, sand swirled around his body almost mimicked a deep fog, shrouding his body in sandy mist.

Then he was thrown back, his head and back connecting against one of the few still standing red pillars Aizen so loved. One of the like four he hadn’t destroyed all that time ago.

Grimmjow looked different. His hair was longer, almost white, with some black tuffs in front, a blue...light? blazing down his face and chest, right towards his hollow hole. Black velvety fur sprouted up to his elbows, claws long and sharp. Legs more cat like, with those damn ankle blades he hated so much. Black fur turned gradient white, leaving little black rosettes in its wake, not that he had time to admire them.

Ichigo didn’t see it coming. A feral growl ripped from Grimmjow’s form, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little afraid. He’d never seen him like this. The guy was half out of his mind on a good day, and now he had to deal with this?

Has he reached a second release like Ulquiorra did? Segunda etapas?

The red pillar shattered as he barely had time to doge a strong kick aimed at his chest answered him. He’d take that as a resounding yes.

He didn’t know much about cats, or big cats, or arrancar cats or anything of the sort, and yeah, he figured running away wasn’t a great idea, but he had to escape somehow. Or at least, put a little distance between them. Figure out a way to get Grimmjow back to normal. Ichigo had thought he was just releasing his usual ressurection, but he was sorely mistaken. Did Grimmjow mean to do it? Honestly, he had no clue.

Taking flight into the sky, he scanned quickly for a good place to lay low. Hiding was rarely a strategy he used—always felt wrong— but he didn’t actually want to kill the guy. Since Harribel had obliterated the dome of Los Noches, everything was shrouded in darkness again, the bright fake sun Aizen created long disappearing into the ever-changing desert. The moon was a small crescent in the sky, not letting much light shine against the desert and its eternal white sands.

He didn’t have much time to look, as he was tackled violently to the ground, claws piercing his skin and into his flesh. Blood trickled down his arms, sticking his shredded shihaksho sleeves to his skin. Fuck, he thought. Now he’ll be able to smell me, no matter where I go. So much for hiding then.

Well, that was never his style anyway, he’d do it the usual way instead. Punching and kicking and swinging around—damnit to hell where’s Zangetsu?!

He looked wildly around as Grimmjow flung him into the sand like a particularly large mouse, but saw no sword. Had he thrown it? Damn, he was going to get an earful from him later. He could almost hear the screaming.

Ichigo growled, realizing he should’ve taken Urahara up on that option to teach him some basic healing kidou. Now he had to deal with a fighty, completely feral, second released arrancar who’s only goal was to kill him, or so he had so eloquently said half a billion times, with clawed up, bloody arms and no damn sword to speak of.

Speaking of which, Grimmjow hadn’t actually let him go, instead flashing a row of impressively sharp teeth and he leaned down towards his throat.

Double fuck.

He couldn’t live through two goddam wars and die by having his jugular snacked on by this idiot—that would be embarrassing.

With a pained snarl, Ichigo ripped his arms out of Grimmjows clawed talons, and pushed him off, sending a new wave of blood down his arms and onto…just about everything he touched. Well, tried too. Grimmjow was a lot stronger in this form as well. Even Ichigo could see his arms straining against the arrancars face as he barely moved. He’d also maybe torn some tendons, he really should’ve been paying attention in his anatomy classes.

Blood on his hands smeared across Grimmjow’s face, and Ichigo felt a couple of his fingers get lost in the sharp cavern of his mouth.

And triple fuck, he thought with a low groan as Grimmjow’s mouth closed around his fingers, this is just a whole orgy fuckfest. If he got out of this one alive, Orihime would kill him. Tatsuki had been having a real impact on her, and shit she’d rip him a new asshole if he showed up with only one hand and ligaments hanging on his outside.

But instead of teeth through his fingers, snacking and crunching on the digits, he felt a leathery, rough tongue wrap around his index finger, lapping and sucking the blood away, before moving onto the middle. Something long and soft wrapped around his other hand and he cracked open his eyes (when had he closed them??), and saw the black tail, with the same blazing blue stripes around him.

Heat flooded his system as he watched Grimmjow work on his fingers, before moving onto his palm, lapping at his blood like it was nectar. The red stains on Grimmjow’s own face didn’t seem to bother him, Ichigo wasn’t even sure he noticed, as he barely felt himself being pressed back farther into the sand.

Grimmjow’s rough tongue traveled down his wrist, and his clawed hand tore away the rest of Ichigo’s shihaksho sleeve, and drug his tongue over the wounds.

Flinching at the pain, Ichigo tried, gently, but firmly, to pull away. There was no way that was sanitary.

“Grimm…”

The words died in his throat as the arrancar locked eyes with him, blue eyes hazed over in lust and want, and Ichigo swallowed. He’d never been looked at like that before. Especially by Grimmjow. Not that he hadn’t imagined it, oh no. He definitely had, being chased through the desert until he was close to collapsing by a feral arrancar with only one thing on his mind…Nel wasn’t the only masochist. He just kept his cards closer to his chest.

Grimmjow lowered himself so his face was closer, and buried it into the top of Ichigo’s sweaty head, puffing out air against him. Ichigo felt his nose twitch against his forehead, and Ichigo couldn’t help but fight a small smile. This idiot was scenting him, or something very close to it.

So much for wanting to kill me.

Grimmjow lowered further and pressed most of his body weight against him in the sand, mouth now latching onto Ichigo’s. The roughness of his tongue felt strange against him, but Ichigo found he didn’t hate it. The more he felt it against his own tongue, across his gums and teeth, the more he liked it. He could taste the lingering copper of his own blood in Grimmjow’s mouth, and that only made him desire the arrancar more.

A clawed hand tickled the skin of his side, and Ichigo, not knowing when Grimmjow had ripped open the top of his shihaksho, gasped. Grinning into it, all teeth and tongue, Grimmjow swallowed the sound fully before detaching from Ichigo’s mouth with a wet pop and settled his sinful mouth against his throat, nipping and biting playfully at the exposed salty skin. He felt the rough muscle settle against his pulse and hold there for a moment, feeling the way Ichigo’s heart quickened.

Ichigo felt himself buck up onto Grimmjow’s knee, which had settled in between his parted thighs, and groaned at the pressure, as Grimmjow sucked his way down his collar bone, leaving marks and bruises along his skin, he hoped.

Pulling away Grimmjow looked at his sweaty, wanting form with his sharp eyes, blown in lust, and licked his lips. Settling one palm in the center of Ichigo’s chest, he ripped away the last of his shihaksho, exposing him fully to the waiting arrancar. Clawed hands trailed lower, surrounding him and Ichigo tensed at the feeling. A squeeze, slow drag of curled fingers up had him gasping for air, clawing into the sand for something to hold onto. Above him, Grimmjow flashed his needle-sharp teeth and licked his lips.

Before descending on him, a low rumble left Grimmjow’s chest, almost like a purr, but louder, the vibrations traveling into Ichigo’s body, and uttered a word that made the shinigami shiver.

“Mine.”

#jeagerjaquez grimmjow #kurosaki ichigo #m3kuroshirt #nsft #bbs grimmjow #backwardswrites #grimmichi prompt #grimmichi prompts

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aerialflight · 4 years

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So I was talking to @adelmortescryche about how I've recently gotten into the Untamed. And since my mind is mad hellspace, it spawned out this.

This is a transcript of my conversation with her. Morty, my friend, what have I done.

im fucking screwed

you know how i know im screwed?

cause im thinking of fic ideas of ichigo being in the untamed world

that is the first sign of madness

because i only put ichigo in fandoms that im really, really into

it is a sign that all is lost

it is a sign, that im a dead man walking

fudge me

and here's the best part, the worst part, whatever

i have two running fic ideas and they're both terrible

for my health

idea 1: ichigo comes in like a wrecking ball and basically fucks everyone over and hates the lans (to hell with those guys) and hates meng yao and just, hates everything

cause he'd like to go home, he did not sign up for this shit

or idea 2: ichigo wakes up as a kid after dying, reincarnated, but here's the thing

he's just a street kid at the age of 8 and has no fucking idea where the hell he is

so he books it. he goes fucking feral. he runs to the woods and becomes a woodland creature. he is one with nature.

and he avoids everything. except the nice wen doctor and her brother. he adopts children along the way and takes care of them because of course he does

and he somehow adopts meng yao because meng yao sometimes feeds him, or ichigo feeds him. and he Approves how meng yao takes care of his very nice mother.

and he finds wei wuxian. wei wuxian follows him around ironically like a dog and the jiangs never find him. cause ichigo is too competent and will not lose this child to political bullshit, he will not

when in doubt, run to the woods. follow the ASL brothers route.

and ichigo teaches them how to fight, all of them. ichigo learns how to read and speak chinese cause language barrier. sign language. it only increases his reputation as a child who grew up ferals in the wilderness and beyond

and ichigo is waiting for the day zangetsu appears, he can feel the bastard vibrating in his soul, reaching for his partner in his inner world and finding it murky. typical of the hollow to want to make a dramatic entrance

fuck me morty i hate this

i'm screwed

omg, dude

what if ichigo accidentally creates a new sect without even knowing he's doing it

all these children willing to die for him, wen qing thinking he's a fucking riot and appreciates how ichigo wants to protect his own, and ichigo respects her for how much she wants to protect her very kind sibling that reminds ichigo way too much of yuzu (god he misses her)

wen qing and ichigo helping each other out and ichigo knows her position and offers, hey, if you're ever in trouble, call for me. i'll be there. no conditions, no deals.

and ichigo wins her loyalty right then and there.

she sends info to him where the wens are moving, ichigo saving wens left and right and basically being a Decent Human Being.

he has a reputation now. anyone who are outsiders and need protection, go to kurosaki ichigo, he will help you.

and his sect keeps fucking growing

and by the time he hits 12-13, he's the head of a gang and other sects are beginning to take notice. and the plot thickens and just omg dude why

why

the more im writing this the most it keeps expanding in my head fuck me

i hate this

god what if renji and rukia somehow appear in this world also as children

they were born street rats too, they could be ichigo's seconds. or something. rukia insisting they should be near society. renji is just where the party is at and resigns himself to wherever his friends will take him cause hell if he's getting involved with the decision process

he's just rolling with it

what a guy

ichigo points to the lans and says "3000 rules rukia, 3000 rules. like hell im gonna be anywhere near a civilization where they actually think that's humanly possible to follow and are exalted instead of deemed as fucking weirdos"

"even byakuya would die swallowing that kind of bullshit*

"we're strong, we can survive here."

"think of the kids rukia"

"fuck you ichigo. you're just an antisocial punk who hates dealing with people"

ichigo points to society

"can you blame me?"

rukia sighs

rukia relents

renji is just glad that everyone has stopped screaming

what if one day, in a newly topsy turvy world that ichigo created, somewhat, ish, grimmjow just pops out of a garganta and is like FIGHT ME

AND ICHIGO IS DONE

FUCK YOU GRIMMJOW I THOUGHT I'D AT LEAST GET SOME PEACE AND QUIET AND I HATE THIS. I HATE YOU.

WHY ARE YOU HERE

FIGHT ME grimmjow roars

sighs

thats how i picture this fic ending.

thats how i picture this fic ending

i can imagine an ending scene stop me now

also, it is a given fact that ichigo and nie mingjue gets along like a house on fire. this whole fic idea wouldn't have started without that already established.

BONDING OVER THE FACT THEY'RE OLDER BROTHERS. BONDING OVER DEALING WITH OTHER PEOPLE'S BULLSHIT. BOTH WAY TOO FUCKING HONEST, BLUNT, AND RIGHTEOUS TO HANDLE. THIS WORLD CAN'T HANDLE TWO OF THEM

BOTH HAVING FIERY TEMPERS AND HAVE SCREAMING MATCHES OVER THE WENS AND WHAT HAPPENS TO THEM ICHIGO IS READY TO FUCKING GO YESTERDAY

ichigo thinking xichen is an ineffectual nice guy and would like to yell at him to stop sitting around doing nothing chop chop move it.

and wangji is just, the definition of repressed and ichigo yells at him to stop being repressed

and wei wuxian has a crush. ichigo is willing to voodoo doll the two of them and smush their mouths together, or open their mouths so they can fucking communicate omg i hate all of this

jiang cheng. ichigo likes.

this kid. he likes this kid

ichigo straight up murders the head of the jins. yup.

f that guy

#The Untamed #Bleach #Crossover #Fic Idea #Snippet #aerial snippet #AU Plotline #adelmortescryche

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hesesols · 4 years

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Dreamer’s Disease

Day 10 of Ichiruki month 2020

Summary: It takes her the fourth- or maybe the fifth sleepover to admit that she’s catching feelings from him- Ichigo Kurosaki, her sort-of friends with benefits from Physics.

And for the love of God and Chappy, it is not a revelation that she takes well to.

Rating: MA

FF/ao3

Newton's 3rd Law: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

The morning light is blinding.

Rukia wakes up to his mouth pressing incessantly against her skin, dropping fervent kisses and the occasional nip or two as she blinks blearily at her surroundings. Sometime during the night she shifted and they ended up in a mess of tangled limbs- hip pressed against hip, his hand woven into her hair, her legs wrapped around his waist. His unspoken invitation to fill an ache that is equal parts of a want and a need earns him a lazy moan- heavy with sleep but he takes it anyway.

It becomes reciprocal enough when she slants her mouth to his and digs her heels into his lower back.

Languid muscles stretch and she maps his body like a canvas, tracing the outline of every bump and scar that she could lay her hands on. Warm hands grip at her hips, spreading her thighs apart as he settles himself between them. Fingers leave their temporary perch at the back of her knee to coat themselves in her warmth, pumping, curling- leaving her with the need for more as he tests her slickness.

The euphoria that she feels flooding her veins is entirely visceral when he sinks into her.

She cries out- in pain, in pleasure. His teeth are sharper than expected, drawing blood when she yields and bares her neck to him. Tentative licks follow but he's too far gone to be entirely gentle with the gesture when his mouth envelops her tender tit and clamps down on her nipple.

She feels limbless and unbound, pliable in his hands as he takes her into his arms and throws her legs over his shoulders. He moans her name, drawing the syllables out, punctuating each one with a hard thrust of his hips.

She gasps.

The new angle hits her just right and the world is beautiful in the way light streams through barely open blinds- the way it gilds him, hits his jawline perfectly and leaves him bronze and golden and a hundred thousand adjectives she can't quite string together as her mind hazes.

The want in her unfurls- feral and a little unhinged in her desperation. She tugs at his hair, hears him hiss when her nails dig a little too harshly into his skin. He pays her back in kind with the near painful nip on her lower lip- a little of a punishment and a warning but Rukia is unrepentant.

Violet eyes burn into his as she gives him a challenging look by way of the defiant tilt of her chin, daring him to do his worst, welcomes it even.

"Brat," he growls, tightening his grip on her thighs and the curve of his lips is almost sadistic as he withdraws- slow and purposeful enough to make Rukia whimper in response only to slam back harder into her.

Her vision swims, body shuddering as he holds her in place, frantic thrusts pumping in and out of her slickness. The sounds their bodies make with each other, her quick, shaky breathless sighs in contrast to his grunts and curses- deep, groaning voice straining, steeped in his ache—

"Look at me."

His hand cups her jaw, husky voice harshly demanding her obedience and she struggles to keep up. Her eyelids flutter but it's too hard, she thinks. And entirely unfair that he's there coherently stringing along full sentences albeit struggling in some parts while she's lying on her back, her pussy stretched out and filled up, too rawed to find her voice.

"I want to see your eyes when you come."

She starts to protest, wants to tell him that it's too hard but the tug on her hair is sharp and sudden and her eyes widen in surprise, blinking away the tears.

She sees him.

Him with his pretty eyes, the hungry gleam behind them and his devastating smirk, the veins in his neck stretching, the bob of his Adam's apple; the shameless way her body responds to his, the squelch of their naked sex as their bodies come together only to fall apart in each other's arms.

She's a lost cause. Her walls clench and she climaxes with a scream that has him tumbling down the abyss after her.

Coming back down from the high is always the hardest part.

Her body is sore and satiated, mind still a hundred miles away as he peels off the used condom and throws it away.

His heat is delicious and when he leans in to plant lazy kisses on her still flushed skin, she's almost tempted to start something else.

She doesn't of course. Class starts in an hour and everyone knows Kurotsuchi is a sadistic motherfucker who likes to sweep in at least 15 minutes earlier and declare whoever that comes in later than him as a latecomer and bar said 'latecomer' from attending the lecture.

"Do you want your eggs scrambled?"

She nods, gives herself a mental pat on the shoulder when she doesn't whimper or reach out for him when he picks himself up- butt naked still and really he knows what the sight of his ass does to her- pads over to the kitchen.

Her brain is screaming at her to leave. She's getting too attached to him- too used to the idea of sleeping over with breakfast served when they both got into the arrangement knowing full well that things were supposed to be fun and casual- read: no strings attached friends with benefits.

Catching feelings for her fellow classmate who may have won the genetic lottery when it comes to bedroom eyes and to-die-for jawline, is the last thing she needs.

But then the aroma of food fills her senses and her stomach rumbles in response.

She sighs. Did she mention that he cooks too?

Rolling over to her side, Rukia tells herself to consider the facts: that Ichigo's flat is only 10 minutes away from campus (6 really if they run), that he's already cooking her breakfast and it would seem so horribly rude if she couldn't even stay after he went through all that trouble- she bites her lips, and reasons that maybe she can stay a little longer.

Like two responsible adults and upstanding citizens in the making, they end up missing the lecture.

A quickie in the showers somehow turns into another thing and this other thing leads into her fucking his brains out- cow girl style (her way of saying thank you for the meal and multiple orgasms among other things) and then by the time she comes to… well- is there really a point to attending lectures or doing anything for that matter when her knees are so wobbly she can barely walk in a straight line?

When she finally leaves his place, it's already the morning after and Rukia knows she has a problem when she can't even bring herself to care about her attendance record.

That was weeks ago.

Now she's avoiding the hell out of him. Ducks into the girl's toilet whenever she sees even a hint of orange coming her way and makes up excuses or straight up ghosts him when he texts her to come over.

Anyone with eyes could see that she's avoiding him and when even the ever-so discreet Rangiku Matsumoto makes it a point to ask you about it- you know you're in deep shit.

So she makes up some half-assed excuse about catching up on assignments. She is an Engineering major- the work is supposed to be gruelling, and it should hardly be a surprise to anyone if she deigns that she's in need of a sabbatical break from the drama and just focus on good old-fashioned scholarly stuff.

Or at least that's what she keeps telling everyone (herself included), however unconvincing they may find her excuses to be.

Of course, it's still entirely possible that he would seek her out himself. It just isn't a possibility that she entertains much given their limited history together- they just share Physics together, united by their mutual dislike of the teaching professor and early morning lectures, they don't even have the same major for crying out loud! The whole sharing bodily fluids business was nothing more than an unfortunate case of alcohol intoxication, human biology and the age-old curse of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

The subsequent decision to be friends with benefits was clearly the culmination of a series of bad decisions and just as impressive alcohol poisoning.

Rukia hurls the contents of her breakfast into the toilet bowl. Her throat burns and the taste of bile lingers so badly that mouthwash is needed.

Weakly, she creeps out of her bathroom- more crawling than actually walking at this stage and calls Renji.

Her childhood best friend answers on the third ring and judging by his unusually high-pitched voice, was anxious to the point of hyperventilation.

"Where are you, Rukia? Classes started an hour ago! Our presentation is up next!"

She groans. Her stomach does a little flip at the thought of public-speaking and she thinks she's due another visit to the porcelain god.

"Renji, I'm sick."

"Seriously? How?" he screeched.

"Bad sushi," she offers by way of explanation. They got a little too carried away with Nanao's twenty-third birthday last night and decided to splurge. The menu said it was an all-you-can-eat buffet and the sashimi- her face turns green; oh it was definitely the sashimi, she pigged out on them and among the girls, she seems to have it worst. When she finally regains her ability to keep food down and walk like a normal person again, the first thing she is going to do is give the Japanese restaurant a one-star review on Google.

Renji seems to be talking gibberish on the other end and she hisses at him to calm down.

"Sorry, I'm just freaking out right now. You're supposed to be giving the presentation. And you know that I'm not exactly on speaking terms with Shuuhei right now because of you-know-what."

She sighs, ignoring the way her hair is plastered to her forehead in cold sweat. Boys are stupid and their topics of heated debate infinitely stupider. It's something to do with sports, beyond that Rukia doesn't really understand. Nor does she particularly care.

They're both such drama queens. Never again, she tells herself, is she ever going to partner with either of them for a group project.

"Just read out the discussion part. You'll be fine."

Renji has the charisma of a natural-born leader and the confidence to boot, as long as he doesn't freak out from stage fright- they'll be fine. Rukia proofread the report twice. Their maths is sound and the theoretical component to their project, flawless.

"Ok. But are you sure you're going to be fine? I'll drop by after lecture with some soup."

"Ok. Just leave it outside the door. I might not have the energy to open the door to let you in."

"Alright. Sweet corn soup ok?"

She scoffs.

"Cheapskate. You can do better than that," She's due a bit more by way of compensation. As the hard-carry for the team, Renji owes her that much at least. "I want steaming hot chicken and ginger congee with spring onions and a side serving of pickled cucumber."

"Well how am I gonna get that?"

She shouldn't have thought about food. The churning in her stomach is starting again and she dives for the toilet, barely making it in time.

"Figure it out, dumbass!"

She is woken up by the hard thumps on the door. It takes her a while to gain her bearings and get up from bed.

She almost wishes that Renji would stop knocking so loudly. It is making her head pound and the room is spinning until her hand catches on the door knob and twists it open. The breath of fresh air and sunlight on her skin makes the sickness a little more bearable and for the first time in the hours since she's been puking her guts out, she is finally feeling something other than nausea.

"Yo."

She blinks, desperately trying to rub the sleep away from her eyes because she could have sworn that it's Ichigo standing outside the door, arms laden with groceries and food stuff.

Rukia almost slams the door shut in his face. She's suddenly feeling all sorts of self-conscious about her appearance, about her messy knot of hair, her poor sickly complexion, and the fact that she can barely stand upright without holding onto the door.

Clad in her old high school jersey that doubles as her nightie, it takes her a whole minute of standing at the door, gapping like an idiot at the sight of him to realize that she's braless underneath it and Ichigo is staring at her breasts and oh god, she thinks she's going to be sick.

She lets go of the door knob and it's the mother of all bad ideas when she notices that her head is suddenly much lighter than her feet and she's falling—

Strong arms grip at her waist and she is so glad that he's not wearing any cologne as she clings on to him by his shirt. The smell of clean laundry and body warmth- a hint of peppermint from his aftershave, soothes her enough that her stomach stops churning.

"Woah. You're literally falling for me here, Kuchiki. Have some tact. We're still in the hallway. What will the neighbours say?"

Rukia snorts- retort half-forming at the tip of her tongue that he shouldn't be flattering himself but manages only to shoot a baleful glare at him. The lack of a proper retort is proof enough that she truly isn't feeling herself.

His amusement morphs into a look of concern, eyebrows furrowing as he tightens his hold on her.

"You're really sick, huh?"

A weak nod is all that she can manage. When he presses a cool hand against her forehead, it takes her all the self-restraint that she can muster not to whine or whimper. Clammy skin notwithstanding, her body feels hot and she thinks she's had enough of standing up now. He purses his lips, taking charge of the situation as he ushers her indoors and shuts the door behind them.

"Let's get you settled into bed."

He's still there when she wakes up.

The sun has only just set and the glow of her table lamp casts him in hues of soft yellow. She wants to believe that it's something more than pity in his eyes when he locks gaze with her.

"Hey," she calls out weakly.

There's a wet flannel on her forehead and a blanket thrown over her. His weight settles comfortably next to her on the mattress, keeping her warmer still. With his help, she manages to prop herself to sit upright and grabs the glass of water on her side.

"Right back at you, sleeping beauty. Feeling better?"

She nods. The water is refreshing against her parched throat and she finishes it in seconds.

"T-Thank you."

He grunts in response, tucking her back into bed and when she protests, silences her arguments with a firm and sound reply of 'I'm a doctor's son. I know what I'm doing'. Rukia is too weak and her brain too sluggish to come up with a proper comeback, so she begrudgingly obliges.

"I better get going. There's some congee for you in the thermos flask when you wake up. And there's a tub of pickled cucumber in your fri-"

Her hand grabs at his, a weak tug by all accounts but his body stiffens and he stills. Soft brown eyes are staring back at her and it renders her defences futile. This is her at her most vulnerable, stripped down to something that predates her Kuchiki upbringing, before she even knew to arm herself with a tongue sharp enough to cut and wound.

"Stay?"

She's overstepping and pushing boundaries that he's not comfortable with. Wincing when the words ring a little too desperately in her ears and her pride balks at the blank look on his face, she tries to take them back but he beats her to it.

"Scoot over then."

His voice is gruff but he's drawing the blanket up and sliding under it. His warmth presses comfortably to her back and her eyelids flutter shut, letting out a contented sigh when his arm drapes across her middle.

Belatedly she realizes that at this stage maybe they're more than just casual fuck buddies to each other. For starters, he didn't have to come to her door and he most certainly didn't have to stay when she asked him to. Sex isn't even on the table and she's reeling from all the implications.

Does he want them to be something more? Does she?

Is it something that—

"Just go to sleep. I promise I'll still be here in the morning. We can talk then."

Her mind halts at the sound of his voice whispering so tenderly into her ears. She relents. If he's still here in the morning, curled up next to her maybe they'll have the dreaded grownup conversation then.

It's a promise that she holds him to.

FF/ao3

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#ichiruki #IRmonth2020 #ichirukimonth2020 #day 10: just friends #fanfic #mine #dreamer's disease #these dorks are bad at feelings ok?#do NOT be fooled by the soft-looking cover this story opens with a sex scene #you have been warned #just friends (with benefits)

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rinusagitora · 3 years

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Another empty seat in the city of ghosts.

Fandom: BLEACH

Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki, Karin Kurosaki, Rukia Kuchiki, Orihime Inoue, Isshin Kurosaki, Kisuke Urahara, Ururu Tsumugiya, Toushirou Hitsugaya, Momo Hinamori

Pairings: HitsuKarin, others not mentioned

Words: 1.5k

Summary: Shinigami!Karin AU. Chapter 8/8. WARNINGS- mentions of suicide, dysfunctional families; Karin has taken her life. What follows is a maelstrom of emotion.

AO3

Karin sat in the corner of her brother's room. She was staring numbly at his silhouette, not at him, but into the distance.

The last couple of days made Karin numb. A blur of resentment, anxiety, and nothingness. Sometimes cyclical, other times concurrent. Was it her suicide driving her mad? Or the waiting? She killed herself to become a shinigami, after all, but Ichigo delayed it in the name of punishment. Like she wasn't in enough pain already.

He sat up around seven in the morning and said, "I'll take you downstairs while I get ready. Orihime is downstairs."

"Like I can't watch myself?" she asked, her lip curling.

"You killed yourself," he replied with an acerbic bite.

"I agreed to stay for the ceremony."

"You say a lot of things you don't mean.

"Like what?" she snapped, glaring at him. "Like I didn't mean I needed help protecting myself against hollows?" Karin was ready to swear, to fucking kick him. Ichigo always ignored her fear, and then blamed her, of all people, when shit hit the fan and she got hurt.

Ichigo replied, "I'm not going to argue with you." He grabbed her by her shoulder and opened his bedroom door. His grip was iron, and Karin grimaced as her collar popped. "Orihime! Are you awake?"

Karin heard Orihime jog up the stairs. When she stopped in front of Ichigo's room, Karin took note of her puffy face. She had to have been crying before. Like it was some great fucking loss that Karin was ready for greener pastures. Like they were friends, to begin with.

"Hi. I hope you slept," she told Karin.

Karin hummed. She was dead. She didn't sleep. She merely told Ichigo, Swatting Orihime's hand away from her own, "I'll see you downstairs."

"Fix your attitude while you're at it!" he called after Karin. She rolled her eyes.

Karin completely ignored Orihime and Rukia downstairs and took to standing in the corner, out of the way and away from the action. She liked it that way.

Ichigo came downstairs a few minutes later, dressed in an ugly suit she hadn't seen in years. He clapped to get everyone's attention. "Let's go. People will start arriving at the wake soon, we best be there before it reaches critical mass."

Karin gravitated to the back of the van. Ichigo sat with her, and she pressed herself as far as she could into the sideboard. She didn't want to be next to him. With him at all. She just wanted to go to the Seireitei, cuddle Toushirou, put the whole thing behind her.

He whispered to Karin a couple of minutes into the ride, "We're gonna stay in the back so you can watch all the people you hurt."

Karin snort. "Ironic, coming from you of all people."

"Guys... stop. Let's just have a quiet ride," Rukia said.

"No," he replied. "What Karin did was the epitome of selfishness. We're not gonna tiptoe around that."

She had enough. Enough of being called selfish, of being ignored. Karin screamed, "The epitome of selfishness? Me? You're the one who refused to teach me how to protect myself against hollows, Ichigo! You left me to the wolves, all of you!"

"That's not fair to us!" he snapped back.

"Fair? You wanna talk about fair?"

"Enough!" Rukia boomed. Karin's chest seized. "Both of you. You're fighting like children. You're adults. Warriors. This is unbecoming of both of you. If I hear anything above a whisper while we're in the goddamn temple, I'm going to choke both of you out!"

Karin followed Ichigo to the back after they came to the temple. She said, "I hate you. All this you're doing is complete bullshit."

"No one else is pointing out what an ass you are, so I gotta."

"Because no one thinks I'm an ass," she spat.

A young woman, unkempt, with a feral aura and a tracksuit, approached them. "I'm here on behalf of the Vizard."

Jinta told her about the Vizard. Shinigami experimented on and transformed into failed hollow experiments. A formidable and respected population due to their power. While half of them were restored as captains in the Gotei, the other half remained in Karakura.

Karin never met them before and hadn't expected a visit from them.

Ichigo smiled and bowed. "Thank you. Your representation means a great deal to our family, Sarugaki."

"Cute," she replied, before turning to Karin. Her heart thumped under Sarugaki's sharp, golden gaze. Karin was reminded of a wolf. "You're a spunky one."

Karin put on a brave face and folded her arms. "What's it to you?"

"Got a good head on your shoulders?"

"No. She killed herself," Ichigo said before Karin reply. She glared at him, but he seemed to ignore her. "Sarugaki, what's this about?"

Hiyori slammed against his mouth. Karin grinned. It was about time.

Sarugaki said, "Well? Do you?"

Karin said after a moment of hesitation,"... in Karakura, where we're hunted, I died by choice. No thug, no hollow, none of that." She frowned then. "I hunted hollows with no training, infrequent help... and won, many times. Enough that I know what I want now."

Hiyori looked Karin up and down before nodding. "You'll do fine, kid."

She smiled. "Thank you." She was genuinely flattered someone with the air of an apex predator thought so highly of her.

As Sarugaki left, Karin asked Ichigo, "A friend?"

"Yes. And comrade. She's competent, but... I pick and choose what to listen to from her."

"From me, too." It was a habit of his. No one's opinion seemed to matter to him.

Kisuke then approached. "Hey there," he said. Karin was grateful he was there. The Urahara part of her few allies. Everyone there was Ichigo's friends. She had no one. "How're you guys holding up?"

"My sister killed herself, so not well," Ichigo said in response.

"I'm right fucking here, asshole," Karin barked.

"I know it's a stressful time for both of you, but I hope you remember how much you love each other," Kisuke said, smiling.

"That's never been enough for her..." Ichigo mumbled.

She again snapped, "Stop talking about me like I'm not here! Everyone here knows about ghosts to some extent, there's no point in trynna be discreet! You're just ignoring me when you're not telling me what to do."

Ichigo folded his arms. "She's been like this for days," he said. Like she was the problem. Karin's eyes watered. She was so fucking frustrated!

Kisuke hugged them. Karin curled in on herself, trying to separate herself from Ichigo to no avail. Why was she so stuck? "Let's be kind for now," Kisuke said. "You're family. We're family. We'll get through this."

Ichigo pat Kisuke's back. "Thanks," he said.

Kisuke took a seat afterward. Ichigo didn't speak. She took the opportunity to.

"They helped every way they could. Perfect strangers, with no obligation to me," Karin said. Her eyes bore into the side of his head. Ichigo didn't look at her. "You did nothing but strand me."

"That's not fair to me. Everything I've done has been to protect you guys," he snarled back.

Ururu approached them. Karin felt sad seeing her. Jinta and Ururu were her best friends. More like family. Karin was sad she was leaving them. All those years of camaraderie down the drain.

She looked at her feet. It was too hard to meet Ururu's eyes.

A minute later, Ururu said, "I love you." And she nodded. She loved Ururu too, and couldn't manage to say it.

Maybe she was a coward. Maybe she was selfish.

She couldn't look up from her shoes during the ceremony. She didn't absorb a word of the ceremony. It was as if her spirit discarded her mind during those periods, and the world wasn't real. Only a film racing past her eyes.

And she knew she was being talked to. By Rukia, by Orihime, by Isshin, but heard none of it, as if they were in the distance.

She and Ichigo were under an aqueduct soon, and it was only when Karin felt Toushirou's reiatsu that she became grounded again.

He was with a woman. Was that Momo, his sister? She was more beautiful than Karin pictured. Despite her small body, she oozed dignity. Experience.

"Thank you for allowing us into your sister's service, Kurosaki-sama," Momo said, bowing.

Ichigo folded his arms. "It wasn't my choice."

Momo smiled. "Nonetheless, I'd like this to be done in an as expeditious manner as possible."

Karin flew to her feet and walked to Toushirou. "Let's go," she said.

Ichigo stopped her with his arm. He emitted resentment and glared at Toushirou. "Hang in. I want him to admit his fault in this."

Her nostrils flared. It was one thing insulting her, but Toushirou was her best friend, her lifeline.

"Jesus Christ!" Karin shrieked. "I killed myself because there's nothing for me here! Toushirou had nothing to fucking do with it."

"Bullshit!" Ichigo argued. "He had to have said something."

"It's your fault I killed myself, alright? It's all your fault! I got tired of getting steamrolled and gaslit by you so I killed myself to get the hell away from you!" Karin ducked his arm and ran over to Toushirou. "I'm going to the Seireitei. I'm becoming a shinigami... It's the only way I'll be happy. Fulfilled." As far away from him as she could be.

Karin clung to Toushirou. She felt his pride, and Ichigo's pain, as they left the World of the Living.

Left behind an existence of despondency.

#bleach #hitsukarin #shinigami karin au #karin kurosaki #ichigo kurosaki #ururu tsumugiya #toshiro hitsugaya #rukia kuchiki #orihime inoue #momo hinamori #isshin kurosaki #kisuke urahara

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uraichievents · 3 years

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Monday, May 24th, 2021 - Sunday, May 30th, 2021

General Info

What is UraIchi Week?

It’s a week-long fanworks event to promote the Urahara Kisuke x Kurosaki Ichigo ship. There’s no sign-up, it’s just for fun, and everybody can participate. Completed works and wips are both acceptable, and any type of fanwork (fanfic, fanart, gifsets, etc.) is welcome. The ship itself can be written romantically or platonically, basically anything you want so long as it stars these two characters together in some way. Poly is also fine so long as Ichigo and Kisuke are still the focus of the fanwork.

Posting:

For those of you with Tumblr, you can tag your stuff with #UraIchi Week 2021 in the first five tags of your post. I’ll be tracking that tag so I’ll see it and reblog it to this blog. (If it’s been a few days since you posted and I still haven’t reblogged it, something probably went wrong, Tumblr’s not always reliable, so just shoot me an ask about it and I’ll reblog it.)

For those of you with AO3, I will create a collection a day or two before the event starts, and you’ll be able to add your work to the collection when you post. (I’ll toss up a notice for everyone once the collection is up.)

And of course we have our Discord server (link is on the sidebar) so if you want to come and talk about what you’re working on or you just want to chat, feel free to join us there!

Themes

As always, I’ve sorted through all the votes and chosen the top ones as the official prompts, four per day (except the last day) this time, but of course, creating something based off of them is optional. It’s your choice whether or not you want to make a fanwork that includes all the themes of that day, or a fanwork for each theme, or a fanwork for just one. You can make something for each day of the week or just one or two days. And if your fanwork doesn’t fit any of the themes, there’s a Creator’s Choice option on the last day so feel free to come up with your AUs and other ideas. All prompts can be interpreted any way you want as well, it’s entirely up to you. The point of this event is simply for everyone to have fun and contribute even more to this ship :)

May 24th, 2021 - Day 1:

Time Travel/Dimension Travel AU

Crossover/Fusion AU

Reincarnation/Transmigration AU

Canon Divergence AU

First up is as always some fan favourites. You can move Ichigo or Kisuke forward or backward or sideways through space and time, or pick another fandom for them to cross into, or fuse them with another fandom’s setting. You can dump their souls into someone else’s bodies back in the TBTP Era, or have them reborn into another family in another world. Wherever you put them, they’re definitely not in their own time period or even dimension anymore.

May 25th, 2021 - Day 2:

Loyalty Kink

Touch-Starved Character(s)

Codependency

"If you're running away, I'm coming with you."

Here’s a chance to make Ichigo and Kisuke suffer and give them all the reasons to only trust and depend on each other. Let’s see all the possessive/protective feels they’re capable of given only to each other, firmly set in that us vs. the world mindset. They’d kill and die for each other, and they’re unapologetic and feral about it, and everyone else will just have to deal.

May 26th, 2021 - Day 3:

Rebellion/Revolution

vs. Gotei 13

Assassin

"Hypothetically, if I needed to bury a body, where would be a good place to do that? In a hypothetical scenario."

Is there war on the horizon? What idiocy has the Shinigami’s prejudices kicked off this time? Or maybe it’s just a few (dozen) people who desperately need an accident or two in their near future. Whatever the reasons, it’s never a good idea to cross Ichigo’s bottom line, especially when he comes in a two-for-one package.

May 27th, 2021 - Day 4:

Eldritch

"When I said I'd steal your heart if you're not careful, I wasn't speaking figuratively."

Wingfic

Secret Identity/Identity Reveal

One of these things is not like the others. Maybe one of them is a little more than just human (or Shinigami, or Quincy, or Visored). Maybe the way they smile or move is just a little bit off. Maybe what they are under their skin doesn’t even have a name, and most people instinctively know to not look too closely at the extra appendages or sharper teeth or darker shadow. Or on a lighter note, maybe being born such a unique mix of races gives Ichigo something more than just a lot of reiatsu. Or perhaps all dead souls really do have wings.

May 28th, 2021 - Day 5:

Soulmates AU

Idiots in Love

Accidental Relationship

Courtship

Here’s the day for all that romance floof (and maybe some angst too). Are they both oblivious to the other’s feelings and even their own feelings? Does everybody else already know? Or maybe they’re aware of it and one of them sets out to court the other. Or maybe they were always meant for each other, but with all their history it just takes them a while to click together. However they fall in love, they always get there in the end.

May 29th, 2021 - Day 6:

Zanpakutou

Soulscape

"Don't you get it yet? I've always known."

Throne

This day could be interpreted as a little more worldbuilding-centric than the others. Can Zanpakutou be shared if the bond between Shinigami is strong enough? How about their soulscapes? Or you can jump right into canon - what if Ichigo has always known about the various plans Kisuke has in reserve for him, whether that’s fighting Aizen or becoming the next Soul King. What about Kisuke? Benihime has never been a nice Zanpakutou spirit, but maybe she makes an exception for her wielder’s love.

May 30th, 2021 - Day 7:

Creator’s Choice!

Go wild!

I’m looking forward to seeing all kinds of fanworks once again this year!

#psa #uraichi week 2021 #uraichi week #bleach #uraichi

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peebleswrites · 4 years

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Can I pleaseeee request something with Ulquiorra!? It's difficult to see him being sweet or romantic but I'm ready for whatever he can give 🤣

GASP. YAY. FIRST REQUEST. THANK YOU. Gotta say, this was a challenge! But it was always really fun and I enjoyed writing this piece. I hope you like it!

ULQUIORRA X FEMALE!READER

About three months had gone by since the Arrancars mysteriously appeared in the world of the living, sans the previously deep seeded hatred of humans and Shinigami. In short, they had no evil intentions whatsoever and seemed curious, some more than others, over the lifestyle of humans.

Everyone was of course wary, worried they’d fly off the handle and a war would once again loom on the horizon in the minds of both the soul society and the world of the living. Until Y/N was the first to offer an extension of goodwill to the once evildoers, thus triggering a snowball affect of successful communication between the three parties.

And so, the former Espada remained in the world of the living, assimilating into the culture and assuming somewhat normal lives!

“Say Y/N,” Orihime began one afternoon during lunch upon the roof. All eyes trained to the busty bubble of joy as she posed a question in Y/N’s direction.

“What’s your type? I mean, what sort of guy are you interested in?” Pretty much everyone was equally surprised as they were curious which included a certain arrancar who’d normally find such drabble ridiculous and an utter waste of time.

Since his arrival, or rather, since those of his kind had been accepted in this world, Ulquiorra had taken something of an interest in Y/N. She was the first to accept him, all of them, and he’d always been curious concerning her reasoning. Surely, she intended to gain something by having them as allies, right? Y/N was just a human. It would make sense for her to align herself with the strong.

Yet…she didn’t appear to him as the type to use people for her own advantage. This only made her all the more interesting. As such, he used any and all opportunities afforded to him. All in efforts to garner what her true intentions were.

This was one of those opportunities.

“My type? Mmm…I guess someone who’s smart.” Y/N started before considering the rest of her response.

“Heh, that excludes you, Shinigami.” Grimmjow was first to comment, roughly punching Ichigo in the shoulder with that snarl of a grin covering his feral features. The jab nor the remark was taken well by the aforementioned male who soon retaliated with an equal amount of force.

“What the hell?! That means you too, dumbass!” And of course, that triggered the beginning of their usual bout which everyone had gotten so used to, it was pretty much ignored.

“I do like the strong, silent type, too. Oh! And a bit of spontaneity! You know, keeps things interesting!” While everyone seemed to agree, secretly they began to wonder just who among them she might be interested in. Meanwhile Ulquiorra was on an entirely different wavelength.

If Y/N found these qualities to be appealing, perhaps he could gain her trust by assuming these roles and therefore fulfill this self-appointed purpose of discovering her true intentions, thus deciding for himself if she were truly someone worthy of his trust.

No, it didn’t sound at all crazy in his head.

He has the smart part down and feels sufficiently confident in his intellect. Nothing to worry about there. The same can be said of his strength and more so of his silence. He is neither loud, nor boisterous. And while he wouldn’t call himself antisocial, he is prone to speak when he feels it is necessary to speak. Silence with a purpose.

That leaves the spontaneity.

In order to tackle this trait efficiently, he took to the human world dictionary!

“Performed or occurring as a result of a sudden inner impulse or inclination and without premeditation or external stimulus…” This may be something of a challenge for him. He never acts without thinking, without purpose. In fact, he is hard pressed to believe he could start. But not entirely convinced…yes, he could do this.

He would start by following Y/N. Not in the creepy stalker sense but more along the lines of trying to get to know her likes without actually asking himself. He would use the ever talkative Orihime to do his bidding.

“What sort of candy do you like, Y/N? I like something sweet and tangy but also sour and a little bitter with a fluffy kind of texture!” Dear gods, what could she possibly be describing was the expression that Ulquiorra currently wore while listening to the conversation. Y/N assumed a rather uneasy expression before responding accordingly.

“I like F/C. Not really a fan of much else.” Y/N’s response was simple something Ulquiorra could appreciate and perhaps do something with.

“So that’s what she likes…”

The next day, all eyes were on the former fourth espada when he strolled into class, dragging a large sack behind him which he dumped onto Y/N’s desk without a word. She stared at him then the sack partially obscuring her vision before opening her mouth to respond

“Uh…Ulquiorra? What’s this?”

“Don't ask useless questions.” And that was all he said before casually walking to his chair like he didn’t rouse the entire class with a cloud of confusion. With furrowed brows, Y/N peeked into the sack, only to spot copious amount of her favorite candy! It looked like a whole year’s supply of it! What the heck…

Who could’ve known that he’d been listening in on her conversation with Orihime? Or that he’d continue to do such in order to exercise this growing need to display his spontaneity. Which, he realized at one point, wasn’t really spontaneous at all because he was thinking about these acts way too hard!

Like when she expressed a desire to have more rice in her lunch, so he proceeded to give her extra portions the next day. Or when she grew tired during gym and he suddenly picked her up over his shoulder to run the rest of her laps. Or when she complained over the lack of sleep she was getting due to the neighbor’s dog barking all night so he insisted on training the canine not to be noisy.

Okay so…maybe he was being spontaneous, but Y/N had grown suspicious enough and needed some answers.

“Ah…Ulquiorra? Could I talk to you for a moment?” Y/N approached him after class one day, appearing somewhat nervous. He agreed with a simple nod while teeming on the inside with anticipation. This could quite possibly be the moment he has been working for so diligently. His efforts were at last being acknowledged.

“Uh so…listen, it’s about uhm…how you’ve been acting recently…” If it wasn’t obviously, Y/N was having a hard time expressing what she really wanted to say. Ulquiorra, of course, noticed this.

“Speak, woman.” A curt response that Y/N honestly should’ve expected prompted nothing more than a sigh.

“What’s your problem?!” Which triggered an explosive response that Ulquiorra honestly didn’t see coming if the sight of his eyes widening were any indication.

“Elaborate.” Eyes that soon softened to their normal size while gleaming with hints of mild apprehension for he never expected her of all people to express feelings of displeasure with him.

“You keep doing these weird things! First it was the candy! Then all the rice! Then you carried me around the track even when I told you to put me down! Now my neighbor is telling me you trained their dog! Are you making fun of me? Is this some arrancar way of bullying?!”

“You believe I am bullying you?”

“Yes!”

She was yelling at him. And calling him a bully, of all things. How could his intentions have been so horribly misinterpreted? How could she misunderstand him to such a degree? Could he have been wrong? Were his methods misguided or incorrect? It would seem he would need to evaluate his form of spontaneity and employ a different tactic.

“I see. I will try something else, then.” Yes, he would go back to the drawing board, reconsider his options, his resources, and try other ways of being spontaneous.

“Wait!” Y/N name suddenly grabbed onto his arm. His eyes instantly fell to her hands. Her touch triggered a slither of a response, a tingling sensation that was unfamiliar. When’s the last time anyone had laid non-threatening hands on him, he wondered.

“What?” Visibly she flinched back but maintained her countenance alongside the ever-present confusion.

“What are you trying to do? What’s all this about? I want to know!” This expression. The raw emotion on her face. He remembered it well. It was this stubborn, foolish disposition she maintained that played a key role in the Shinigami taking their presence as a non-threat. It was this expression that led him to find a purpose through her.

It was this very same gleam that triggered perhaps the most spontaneous act he’d committed thus far, the cupping of his hand upon her cheek. He wouldn’t be able to explain what caused him to do it or why his hand stayed. He just knew her cheek felt soft and warm and he sort liked the way her expression shifted as his hand remained.

“Your ‘type,’ as you humans refer to it, is someone who is spontaneous, is it not?” He brandished his usual emotionless façade, awaiting a response from her aside from the stunned silence she seemed to be trapped in.

“I…you…ah…you want to be my type…?” Dumbfounded. She was utterly dumbfounded. And he couldn’t understand why she was behaving so shocked. Wasn’t he being obvious?

“In a manner of speaking, yes. I see now that my actions are ineffective.” How ridiculous. For him to fail at such a task was unprecedented. He could hardly fathom such a thing. As such, he needed to take time away, regroup, and think of different ways to convey this message to her.

“If you’ll excuse me.” His hand fell away from her cheek only to be grabbed by one of hers. A second extension of contact and a second shock that shot up his senses. He eyed her once again with his empty stare, but she didn’t appear at all perturbed by it. In fact, she offered a rather hopeless smile.

“I…I think it’s working. I mean, you’ve got my attention.” Once again, she stunned him. This time, not with her gleaming determination but with a meek smile and subtle, gentle, squeezing of his hand. He couldn’t have imagined such a small gesture could be so impactful. How strange…

“Oh? I will continue, then.”

“Wait, no—.”

It would seem he was at least on the right track to deciphering her true intentions while simultaneously gaining her trust. Surely, he’d get it this spontaneous act right eventually.

A/N: Poor Ulquiorra. He means well. Again, hope you enjoy! Also this is my first time doing this so I hope the format isn't weird? Thanks!

#bleach x reader #bleach #ulquiora schiffer #ulquiorra x reader #fanfiction #bleach requests

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keikakudori · 3 years

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so because i’m absolutely that kind of jackass, here's some headcanon stuff for the roleswap verse i need to write up where aizen winds up becoming the visored and shinji’s the unseen traitor to the seireitei that hits out of nowhere for everyone involved. i already love it and i need to work out more BUT here we go here’s some headcanons..

⇒ aizen and shinji were intimately involved. they weren't super hush-hush about the relationship but it was an open secret, especially in the fifth. they very much were professional when on-duty, but in their spare time? yeah it was obvious they were involved back then.

⇒ aizen? finding gin super attractive in this verse? you bet. the banter will ensue.

⇒ aizen is actually very touch phobic in this verse. if you're not one of the visored, shinji, or gin? then don't try touching him. if he touches you first, then he'll be okay if it's responded to. if you do it and he’s not cool with it, he’ll just step out of reach.

⇒ speaking of the visored, he became the defacto leader. while he didn’t have long hair to cut off, aizen did mark himself in his own way after what shinji did.

⇒ breathe near the visored wrong and he’ll probably hurt you, especially when it comes to hiyori. she doesn’t beat him up the way she did shinji, but she does yell at aizen. a lot. still, he looks after her and he chose to go after gin instead of shinji first because of what happened.

⇒ aizen knocked gin out of the fight in the winter war. not immediately but he did decide to hakufuku him because “hey, isn’t that the kid shinji brought home? i could ask him things. shit, i can’t let him die, now can i?” so he just. did that. now they have excuses to talk and flirt.

⇒ he tears the hogyouku out of shinji. literally. as in his hand goes into shinji’s chest and he rips it out. of course, the hogyouku being the rock that it is, decides it likes how strong aizen is so he still winds up with it in his chest. not something he expected at all.

⇒ shinji survives that. unfortunately. but now he and aizen are tied together in some weird way and literally can’t stay apart from one another for too long or their health starts to fail.

⇒ he very much enjoys chai lattes and all tea related drinks. is aizen a starbucks whore in this universe? oh you fucking bet.

⇒ because aizen is not hiding his power as much in this verse? he’s a fucking powerhouse. literally. he was already immensely strong as a captain but somehow he didn’t acquire the bitterness and need to rebel at the system he does in canon. maybe he got grabbed by ukitake and was raised in the thirteenth for a while. i feel like that’d make him less feral and more mellowed out.

⇒ aizen can’t stand ichigo’s stubborn nature. like, flat out. he thinks he’s stupid for getting so hard-headed about things. but outside of that, he actually likes him quite a bit. enjoys teasing him by giving him a nickname like ichi-chan.

⇒ yeah. aizen does nicknames in this verse. it’s for the sole-purpose of being annoying. he’s kind of pretty sarcastic, actually. doesn’t let a lot of the bitter in him bleed through.

⇒ probably? the healthiest relationship he ever has with momo? he thinks she’s cute, if a bit timid. very much does his best to encourage her to be forthright and might be protective of her too after a while.

⇒ aizen? hiding his bitterness and heartbreak behind sass and sarcasm? it’s way more likely than you think.

⇒ aizen has a navel piercing, that is all.

⇒ probably the friendliest he’s ever going to be with urahara. while he definitely finds the man eccentric and will call him out on his bullshit, aizen does respect uarahara and feels as if he owes him for saving not just himself but everyone else.

⇒ actually very bitter and emotionally damaged by how things went with shinji. got seduced, got roped in romantically, got turned into what he is now -- whole nine yards. shinji did it to keep him off the scent of what he was up to and aizen, unlike shinji in canon, didn’t suspect a thing. he figured shinji might have been up to something, but he trusted him.

big mistake on his part.

⇒ aizen doesn’t tend to get intimate with people in any fashion. if you’re not part of his family, shinji, or gin (once he and gin hit that point?), then you’re just not going to be let in. he’ll be friendly and polite, but he’s doing a pretty good job of hiding the heartbreak and emotional scarring behind that. what shinji hurt him pretty badly and they have Some Issues to work through.

#headcanon tag;#here let me just--#/picks canon up and tosses it out of the window #we have some canon in here but otherwise #this is the nicest version of aizen i have #i am totally making this a thing #musings tag;

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Another byaren fanfiction I found

Joy (joyinthedance)

2006-06-11 23:42:00

Title: “Captain Material”

Characters: Byakuya x Renji

Rating: NC-17, maybe.

Word Count: 2490

Warnings: Spoilers through end of Soul Society arc, and oh yeah, yaoi.

Disclaimer: If these guys were my property, I’d be happy for life. ^_^

Summary: This is just my take on how the definition of hotness (aka ByaRen) began.

Damn that Kurosaki Ichigo! Thanks to the boy’s interruption that day in the healing ward, Abarai Renji had never told his captain the really cool line that had been on the tip of his tongue. Afterwards, he had chickened out and made up some throwaway comment, because really, it didn’t sound that cool. It sounded pathetic. Pathetic to think that a street rat from Rugonkai could so much as lay a finger on the Kuchiki heir without throwing off the balance of the universe, much less confess the fact that his long obsession with surpassing his captain was more than mere rivalry. Renji was certainly competitive, but this passion went deeper than a drive to be the best, deeper even than the desire to show the frustratingly snobby noble that class did not determine ability. He had never realized what his feelings meant until Rukia’s rescue, but now it was impossible for him to deny them. However bitterly, however hopelessly, it was true: Renji was in love with Kuchiki Byakuya.

* * *

The Sixth Division captain was seated at his desk, facing a tidy but daunting stack of paperwork. Business had just begun to return to normal after the chaos surrounding the Aizen debacle, and the serious injuries both he and his lieutenant had suffered only compounded the problem. Being behind drove Byakuya crazy, but it wasn’t just his work that was bothering him. Somehow, something else felt unfinished, but what that was exactly was dangling just out of reach of his consciousness. He tried to concentrate, but his pen slipped and spattered ink across the page. With a silent curse he crumpled the paper and cast it into the empty wastebasket he seldom had the need for. He closed his eyes, trying to relax his furrowed brow and cleanse his mind of thoughts, but it was feelings, not thoughts, that were distracting him. He should have been able to suppress the beginnings of emotion before they even registered, but he found he could not. They bubbled up to mar the calm surface of the clear pool of his inner world, forming an image out of recent memory: Abarai Renji, his fiery hair pooling about his body like the blood he lay in, eyes fierce with a resolve unbroken by defeat. Again Byakuya felt the sensation grip him, a profound and conflicted intermingling of feelings, some of which he barely recognized as belonging to him…

“Taichou!” a familiar voice barked, and Byakuya’s eyes snapped wide open. Renji took a step back; it threw him off to see the usually imperturbable man appear so startled, almost embarrassed. Before the lieutenant could let out his breath, however, Byakuya had composed himself completely.

“Renji.” There was something unusual about the captain’s tone, but Renji couldn’t put his finger on it.

“I just thought I’d bring you some – ” Renji was struck suddenly by the way the moonlight illuminated the sleek black hair and the gleaming kenseikan that bound it. In that moment Byakuya seemed to be composed entirely of soft light and stark shadows…such ethereal beauty disarmed him.

“—uh, tea.” Renji finished, flustered. He quickly set the cup down on the desk, hoping the captain couldn’t detect the slight trembling of his hand that almost made the steaming liquid slosh over the rim and onto Byakuya’s meticulous work.

Byakuya’s face didn’t change, but he took the drink gingerly and immediately took a long sip. He was exhausted, Renji realized. Only with the recent chain of events had he begun to understand the burden that the older man carried and the strain he hid behind his aloof countenance.

“Thank you,” Byakuya said, setting the cup down and once again taking up his pen. It was a signal for his subordinate to leave, but Renji lingered.

“It’s late, Taichou. I was wonderin’ how long you were plannin’ to work tonight. I know you don’t wanna, but you need rest. You still haven’t completely recovered from your wounds.”

Byakuya raised one eyebrow as if to say that he had more than recovered, thank you, and that Renji should speak for himself.

Renji looked away. “Well I’m gonna head off to bed.”

Byakuya took another silent sip of his tea, but he didn’t take his eyes off the lieutenant. “Goodnight, Renji.”

Dammit! Renji thought as he closed the door behind him. Why does he always have to make things so damn awkward? They had never exactly been friends, but now that they had faced each other as enemies, a fog of unresolved tension had settled over their every interaction. Renji had grown accustomed long ago to the icy glares and disdainful words, but this was different. He couldn’t tell how Byakuya’s estimation of him had changed, or if it even had. Though Byakuya had ultimately come around to Renji’s point of view, the fact remained that the lieutenant had defied his captain and misjudged his character. Now that he understood Byakuya’s motivations better, Renji felt slightly ashamed of his rash actions. Not that he had done the wrong thing, he was sure of that, but he wondered whether he had done it the wrong way. Had he heard an extra helping of condescension in the noble’s voice as he pronounced his name? Or…could it possibly have been a trace of tenderness?

No, no, no! Renji thought. I can’t kid myself like that. Facing out from the balcony, he looked down at the lamplit streets of the Seireitei below him, and beyond that, Rugonkai…and above it all, the thin pale moon. He could not understand how two people could work together so closely and yet maintain such an insurmountable gulf between them, which he was not sure was growing or receding. Certainly it had widened as their ideological conflict had come to a head, and yet, in certain moments since then, the barrier had seemed to give way ever so slightly, like a veil fluttering in the wind. It was these fleeting glimpses that fed Renji’s desire. He wanted to have physically what he knew he could never have emotionally – that is, nothing between them. He sighed and turned around to leave, then stopped with a start as he found himself face to face with the very object of his thoughts. “K-kuchiki-taichou!” he stammered.

Byakuya looked only slightly surprised to see his lieutenant loitering outside his door. “Is there something you want, Renji?”

You bet there is, Renji thought, imagining himself pouncing on the unsuspecting Byakuya and pinning him against the door with a passionate kiss. How glorious it would be to cup that porcelain jawline in his hand, to weave his fingers thorough that night-black hair, to gleefully and spitefully and lovingly defile the captain’s untouchable dignity with his own raw and feral passion. Except, he realized suddenly, he was not imagining this at all. He was kissing Byakuya, and rather intensely at that.

Now you’ve done it, Renji you fool, he scolded himself as his tongue explored the warm recesses of his astonished captain’s mouth. You’re going to get yourself Senbonzakura’d to shreds again. But in that moment, it was worth it. Byakuya wasn’t exactly kissing back, but that didn’t matter. Just the sweetness of penetrating those perfect lips was enough. Renji kept his eyes closed, fearing that if he opened them he would wake from a dream – and also fearing to see the look on Byakuya’s face. At any rate, his other senses were giving him plenty to work with: the softness of that impeccable hair with its aroma of opulence, the flawless skin surprisingly warm under his fingers. Renji had his captain right where he wanted him, he realized with a thrill of delight. He had never felt so powerful in his life, and this heightened his growing arousal as his hand glided beneath edges of the noble’s robes.

Unfortunately for Renji, his newfound supremacy was short lived. Suddenly he was falling forward as Byakuya’s free hand grappled for the doorknob and the door swung back open into the room, taking the two shinigami with it. The impact broke Renji’s hold on Byakuya; he opened his eyes, and their mouths parted. If he kills me right now, Renji thought, at least I’ll go with no regrets. Finally daring to look, Renji saw the slight pink flush in the captain’s cheeks, and in those bottomless eyes, a glimmer of…what?

“I suppose I should not be surprised by your want of restraint, Renji,” Byakuya said as he pushed the door shut, “but if we are to proceed, it would be unwise to do so in such a conspicuous location.” Before Renji even had time to process the other man’s words, Byakuya was returning his lieutenant’s kiss with an intensity that betrayed real feeling. Even if his tongue hadn’t been otherwise occupied, Renji would have been dumbstruck by three simultaneous realizations: one, that he was still alive; two, that the notorious ice prince seemed capable of genuine passion; and three, that he enjoyed being kissed by Kuchiki Byakuya even more than he enjoyed kissing him.

As Renji recovered from his blissful shock and responded to Byakuya’s advance, they shared a moment of heated chaos: tongues fighting for dominance, ravenous hands moving of their own accord, robes loosening and falling open around sculpted shoulders. Then, before he realized it was happening, Renji was on his back, pinned to the floor and completely bereft of control. Renji’s eyes widened; Byakuya’s narrowed. “Really, Renji,” he said archly, “don’t tell me you expecting it the other way around.” He slipped a finger under the band that held back Renji’s hair and snapped it in two, letting the brilliant locks cascade over the floor as he moved in for another kiss with fierce, efficient grace.

Now Byakuya’s own hair was unbound and both shinigami were stripped to the waist. Byakuya’s tongue began tracing Renji’s tattoos with incredible lightness, lingering at a chiseled collarbone, a taut nipple, the contours of flexed abdominals. Though his tongue was warm, its electricity sent shivers over Renji’s body. It flickered along the edge of Renji’s waistband and paused there mischievously. Then Byakuya raised his head and just looked at the lieutenant for a minute, drinking in his body with his eyes. For a moment Renji appeared transfixed by the deep blue-gray gaze; then his arm shot out to untie the captain’s hakama in one swift pull. Byakuya’s eyes widened for an instant as the garment fell down around his ankles. So did Renji’s, but for a different reason.

“Caught ya off guard, eh Taichou?” Renji started to say, but he was silenced by aristocratic lips against his own. Byakuya undid Renji’s sash with one hand and buried the other in his scarlet hair as he deepened the kiss. Renji had given up hope of regaining dominance; it was enough to know that he of all people had reduced the aloof Kuchiki heir to this primal state. Byakuya’s tongue had recommenced its calligraphic dance down his lieutenant’s body, now unencumbered by clothing, continuing downward and taking Renji’s erection into his mouth. Renji moaned and arched into the motion that sent hot waves of pleasure coursing though him. You bastard, Kuchiki, he thought as Byakuya deftly teased his arousal to new heights, you’ve totally done this before. Once again the fear he might be dreaming seized him, but never in his most private fantasies had he dared imagine this sweet delirium. Just as he was up against the very brink of release, Byakuya pulled back.

“What the hell?!” Renji cried breathlessly. “What’dja stop for?! Don’t torture me like that, Bya – gaaah!” In his indignation he had sat up too quickly, allowing Byakuya to flip him in one quick maneuver. Renji suddenly found himself face down, still throbbing with need.

“It seems you have forgotten your place, Abarai-fukutaichou,” said Byakuya, as first one, then two slick and slender fingers prepared Renji for what was to come. Even now, Byakuya’s voice kept its collected, commanding tone, but its refined edge had given way to a lustful hunger. “Do you remember when I told you the difference between you and me?”

“Yeah,” Renji answered weakly, between gasps of painful pleasure. “Level.”

“You will find, Renji, that in some things, there are only two levels. Yours – ” Renji cried out as his captain entered him, “ – and mine.” Renji’s body burned with the delicious ache of Byakuya filling him, rocking him, pressing up against the deep core of his desire. He squeezed his tearing eyes shut and his breath came in ragged moans as Byakuya drove hard into him again and again. Somewhere, he felt hands, lips, teeth, nails, heaven, pain, more heaven…everything blurring in the blinding pleasure. Years of being disparaged, reprimanded, and even imprisoned now seemed to Renji like torturous foreplay leading up to this impossible yet inevitable moment. His whole body belonged to Kuchiki Byakuya, and Renji couldn’t have wanted anything more. Their rhythm quickened, and their glistening, quaking bodies seemed to fuse together, scarcely able to contain the rising energy between them. Renji braced himself as his captain’s thrusts intensified, feeling the heat within him breach its threshold. “Byakuya – !” he managed to cry, wracked by the throes of climax. For an instant they were equals as they both came at once and collapsed on the thin carpet of discarded clothing.

They lay there, damp and fatigued and silent, as their breathing gradually returned to normal. Finally, feeling confident that it was safe to move of his own volition, Renji looked up to meet his captain’s eyes. Byakuya looked spent, and absolutely radiant. Renji had never seen him look so beautifully human. For someone who had just been ravished, Renji was feeling exceedingly proud of himself. “Well, what did you think, Kuchiki-taichou?” he asked, flashing a roguish grin. “Was I captain material?”

“Don’t be cheeky, Renji,” replied Byakuya before kissing his forehead with a touch as soft as a single cherry blossom.

Renji closed his eyes. His life had just gotten amazingly better. And, he realized, much more complicated. How were they supposed to keep this under wraps? Could he make it back to his room unseen? Where were his clothes, anyway? Oh, yeah.“Um, am I supposed to go back to my room in…this?” Renji asked, lifting up one rather wrinkled and less-than-clean sleeve of the robes they had substituted for sheets.

Byakuya looked down at his own uniform and once-pristine white captain’s cloak, which had also seen better days. Trailing a smooth hand across his lieutenant’s shoulders, he replied, “That depends on whether you decide to go back to your room.”

Renji managed to mask his giddy delight with his well-honed sarcasm. “Somehow I get the feeling this isn’t really my decision.”

“Catching on, are we?” Byakuya smirked. “You always have been a fast learner, Renji.”

Renji just smiled. Sex and a compliment from Byakuya in one night.

He wasn’t sure which surprised him more.

#anime bleach #anime #fanfiction #byaren #abarai renji #kuchiki byakuya #byakuya x renji #yaoi

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