#bygonedayzz

[atsumus]

It's nice to see you pop up on my feed once more. ( ᵘ ᵕ ᵘ ⁎) I hope you're doing okay, and would you say that you're a bit more active on Twitter, or is it the same as Twitter? o:

hey hey! thank you so much for this ask, i hope you're well and healthy ❤️ i'd say i'm a bit more active on twitter at the moment.. i don't even use tumblr on mobile anymore but i scroll through twitter almost every day and retweet and like some things but that's it. i plan on using tumblr more again as well but my dashboard is pretty dead, it's not really fun to use it like this. i plan on looking for new people to follow eventually but i haven't gotten around to it yet. if i actually find the time to make graphics and gifs again, i will definitely be more active on tumblr again because i don't like twitter as a platform for posting that kind of content tbh

#answered #bygonedayzz #thank you so much!! #❤️ #btw my twitter is @eleasofiaa feel free to follow me #i mostly retweet hq jjk bnha and memes haha

[heartlessfujoshi]

something’s amiss - an ignoct one shot

@bygonedayzz sent me a request via chat for some ignoct. :) please enjoy! 

Love Starters

Title: Something’s Amiss  Fandom: FFXV Pairing: Ignoct (Noctis Lucis Caelum x Ignis Scientia) (with a quick flash of Promptio) Rating: General (Feels and Fluff)  Word Count: ~1665 Prompt: "we should change those bandages."

***

Noctis sees Ignis walking with a slight limp as they get out of the car and head towards the Three Z’s Motel in Taelpar. It doesn’t look like anyone else notices, and he has to wonder if it’s been going on for long, or if it’s something recent. He waits by the car while both Ignis and Gladio head up to the reception window, and get their rooms for the night. 

“Ignis - I’d like to be with you tonight,” Noctis requests as his two retainers return to the Regalia. “If that’s okay with everyone.” 

“Fine by me, Prince!” Prompto nudges his side with his elbow. “You okay with that, big guy?” 

“Sure, chocobo. You know I don’t mind sleeping with you.” 

“No more needs to be said, thank you.” Ignis lifts his hand to adjust the gloves he’s wearing. Noctis watches him and sees him wince a little as he shifts his weight to his other foot. “Do you have enough funds to eat at Kenny Crows, or do you need some before we part for the night?” 

Gladio tapped his backside. “I’ve got enough here. You wanna eat at Kenny Crows, Prom? Or you want to go for a little ride on our chocobos?” 

“To Wiz’s??” 

“Yes.” 

Noctis smiles as he knows that Gladio is making an effort to spend more time with Prompto doing things he likes, which makes him happy. He’d been worried when they got into this mess, afraid that Prompto wouldn’t be welcomed into the group as readily as he was. But no - Gladio has taken him under his wing, literally and figuratively. It’s been fun watching the two of them get closer, and as he looks over at Ignis, it reminds him how much distance there seems to be between him and his oldest friend. 

He looks over at Ignis, then nods his head towards the motel. “Let’s go get settled in our room?” 

“Very well, Your Highness.” 

They walk towards the room at the end of the motel, Ignis puting the key into the lock and twisting it. He follows him into the room, and again notices the slight limp as he walks. “Alright, Ignis. Take off your pants.” 

“Excuse me?” The shock is apparent on his Adviser’s face, clearly not at all expecting Noctis to make such a request. “May I ask why?” 

“I’ll tell you why, as soon as you take off your pants. You don’t have to take your underwear off, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Noctis smirks, but then there’s a quiet roll of his stomach as he thinks about what Ignis looks like without any clothes on. Calm down. He turns his head to look away. “Please, Specs.” 

“I’m really not quite sure why you wish for me to do this, Your Highness.” Ignis stands still, not moving to do as he’s requested. “I don’t think it’s necessary for me to do such a thing.” 

“You’re hiding something from me.” He sees Ignis’ eyes widen. “It’s the truth, isn’t it? That’s why you’re fighting me on this. Ignis, don’t make me order you. You know that I will. As the Prince of Lucis, it’s in my right to know when I suspect something is wrong. And it’s clear that something is wrong with you.” 

“I…” 

Ignis sighs, and puts his hands on the belt he’s wearing, and slowly undoes the buckle. His zipper is pulled down, and then he bends at the waist to pull them all the way off. Noctis sees a bandage is wrapped tight around his upper thigh, a small circle of brown appearing towards the center. Noctis sighs, and gets down onto his knees to examine it. 

“What happened Ignis?” He asks, as he touches the fraying bandages. “When’s the last time you changed this?” 

“I don’t remember.” 

That makes his heart hurt. “We should change those bandages.” He doesn’t listen to Ignis as he brings out one of his daggers from the Armiger, sticking the blade underneath the bandages - away from the dark brown spot. He takes gentle care to cut through the fabric, and then pulls it open to reveal the wound that was on its way to healing on his inner thigh. Noctis sighs, and shakes his head. “You should have said something.” 

“It will heal on its own.” Ignis returns, his voice quiet. “You shouldn’t have to worry about this.” 

“Do the others know?” He asks, as he stares at the wound. Closing his eyes, he puts his hand near it and tries to channel a little of his healing magic into Ignis’ body. “Why is a curative not working on it?” 

“I don’t know.” Noctis lifts his head, and stares up at his Adviser, who has his head turned away. “It happened the other night when we were in a fight against the MTs and some daemons. I believe it was a daemon that got me, and as such, curatives weren’t working.” 

Noctis could see that his healing magic had little effect on the wound. “So, you have to heal the old fashioned way.” 

“Quite.” 

“Where are the bandages?” 

“In my bag.” 

Getting up from his knees, Noctis goes and grabs the bag off the bed. “Sit down, please.” He opens the side compartment and finds the bandages that Ignis has been using. He walks back over to where Ignis is sitting, and kneels back on the floor between his legs. “You never answered my other question, Ignis.” 

“Which question, Your Highness?” Noctis puts the bandage above the wound and starts to wrap it carefully. 

“Do the others know?” 

Ignis exhales a sigh. “They do not.” 

“I’m sorry it took me so long to notice.” He knows its no excuse, because he’s been taught better than that. Both Gladio and Ignis drilled into his head to notice things if they weren’t around to provide their eyes for him. “I should have seen it sooner.” 

“Driving the distance we did today did not help.” A hand touches his hair, Noctis looking up as he finishes getting the bandage set on Ignis’ leg. “You shouldn’t be the one to do this for me. It’s my job to take care of you, Noctis. Not the other way around.” 

Leaning his head into the touch, Noctis closes his eyes and takes a few seconds to compose himself. “I know, but sometimes I have to watch out for you. You’re important to me, Ignis. If something serious were to happen to you - I don’t know what I would do. So please - if this happens again, don’t hide it.” He glances up at him and sees the expression has softened on Ignis’ face. “Don’t hide it from me.” 

“I won’t.” The hand that’s running through his hair is pulled away. Ignis’ fingers touch his jaw, his fingers settling underneath his earlobe. “You have my word, Your Highness.” 

“You are too important to me.” He climbs up onto the bed, straddling Ignis’ thighs as he sits down on his lap. The hand on his face stays in place as they stare into each other’s eyes. “I mean it, Ignis. No more secrets. I want to help you in any way that I can.” 

“Do you mean that?” 

“Of course I do.” Noctis rolls his eyes, but keeps the smile on his face. “Why do you ask?” 

“Because I think I may have injured something else.” 

His eyebrows lift up. “Oh? Where else are you hurt??” 

“Right here.” Ignis touches his lips, the smirk on Noctis’ face returning. “Would you mind using a little of your magic on them, please?” 

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” 

He brings his head close to Ignis’, and lets his lips fall softly onto his. They kiss for a few moments, a lighthearted kiss that stays sweet until Noctis opens his mouth a little, and then it becomes a more heated kiss. He shifts a little on Ignis’ lap and hears him groan, remembering that he’s probably hurting the wound on his leg. He’s quick to move off of Ignis’ lap, their kiss coming to an abrupt end as he offers a heartfelt apology to him. 

“I’m so sorry.” Noctis shakes his head, looking at the bandage he’d just tied off. “Maybe that was a dumb idea.” 

“It’s okay. I asked for it.” Ignis chuckles softly, then pulls him down to lay with him on the bed. “We’ll just have to be careful tonight, that’s all.” 

His lips pout out as he feels Ignis kiss him again. “I think you’re right. I don’t want you to end up permanently injured because my sexual drive needs something.” 

“It’s fine, Your Highness. We’ll make it work. You saw - it’s almost fully healed. Another day or two, and it will be as good as new.” 

Noctis smiles and nods his head. “Yes.” He’s about to roll over to be on his back when his stomach gurgles loud. “So, Kenny Crows…?” 

“Yes, let’s get some food into that stomach of yours.” Ignis laughs, as they both sit up on the bed. “And Noctis…?” He stands up from the bed, and offers his hand to his retainer, who takes it without pause. “I’m sorry. You’re right - I should have told you.” 

“It’s okay, Specs. Really.” He lifts up onto the balls of his feet and kisses him again on the lips. “Now, get your pants back on and let’s go eat.” 

“Sounds good, Your Highness.” 

He may not be the best at what he does, but Noctis is going to make an effor to be more observant. He doesn’t need any of his friends to be hurt in any sort of fashion. They mean too much to him, and if he can help heal them, he will. He reaches for Ignis’ hand, then walks out of their hotel room with him, and walks over to Kenny Crow’s. They would make do for now, and in the future - in the future, he will take better care of everyone. 

#ignoct #my writing #fanfic #drabble request #bygonedayzz

[rararibbon]

whoah-!!! tadamu?! i'm really happy to know of another tadamu shipper. ; v ; finding content of them was so hard and a certain ship treated tadase so poorly... he is a good boy and such a sweetie too.

sorry for the late reply! it’s so nice to meet another tadamu shipper! I love tadase, he’s such a sweetheart and I love his relationship with amu. when I joined the fandom there was barely no tadamu art, so I decided to make my own. 

#bygonedayzz

[wumingsflower]

do you play khux? o:

Yes I do!!! :OO I love it!

#chelsea speaks #bygonedayzz

[the-messenger-hawk]

for the reader asks questions ^ ^ : 👿, 🤷 and 💏

👿 What trope do you hate / avoid at all costs?

A couple. 1) I hate Coffeeshop AUs, they put me to sleep instantly. Also...why would you put Sokka behind the counter, I don’t understand that. 2) Arranged Marriage portrayed non-seriously/as a meet-cute. This is only bearable as an angst-fest, otherwise I’m completely checked-out.

🤷 What thing that your fandom loves do you just not “get”?

Not really specific to this fandom, but oh my god, “mutual pining.” I can’t get over that. SO much of this is just...constant miscommunication. So frustrating. Its just like your typical TV romcom and I’ve had enough of that to last me a lifetime. 

Also the obsession with modern AUs I just don’t get. Especially with regard to the atla fandom, removing bending just instantly kills it for me. It just makes everything so much less interesting and special. And they rarely have plot either; I don’t care if the whole fic is just meet-cute or whatever. 

💏 Who is your OTP?

Jetka, best ship. Don’t fight me ‘cause you’ll lose. 

#fandom asks #thank you! #bygonedayzz

[hayner]

your edits are really pretty! (´｡• ω •｡`)

aww! thank you so much! this means a lot even tho it’s been awhile since i last made something, haha. i’m happy you think they’re pretty  ;-; 💕

#asks #bygonedayzz #text

[atsumus]

i had similar thoughts on the chapter and i share the same sentiment too. as a fandom, we knew the end was coming when it entered its final arc, but, i was hoping the final arc would've lasted longer than a year instead of ending less than a year;;;

sorry for the super late reply! to me it felt like the ending came pretty quickly and i would’ve loved for the final arc to have lasted longer (i mean it could have, some of the games are so long it took a year for them to be fully published), but on the other hand, hq has been going on for such a long time and while i would’ve really loved for it to last forever, it’s probably better this way. artificially prolonging it and adding in “fillers” wouldn’t have been better imo

#bygonedayzz #answered #thanks for asking <3

[heartlessfujoshi]

a moment - a clerith one shot

@bygonedayzz​ sent in a request for a Clerith one shot. :) Please enjoy! 

50 Types of Kisses  - 25. Wet Kisses after finding refuge in the rain

Rating: General  Word Count: ~1,000 

***

The air is charged with electricity, the threat of a storm lingering on the horizon. Aerith can sense the water in the air, waiting for the right time to fall. She only hopes that it will remain dry until she gets home because as much fun as it is to walk home in the rain, she isn’t particularly anxious to have it happen today. 

“What’s wrong?” She looks up, and sees clear blue eyes staring down at her, the ever-present frown on Cloud’s face making her wish she could say something to cheer him up. But she knows why he always looks that way, and rather than pry into a history that they both have been avoiding for so long, she instead changes the subject when necessary. “Something’s wrong.” 

She shakes her head, but then stops as Cloud continues to look at her, letting her know that he won’t put up with her ruse. Which is a nice change of pace, as the other person that she normally talks with has always watched her from afar. She knows he’s there, and she knows why he’s watching, but with Cloud - with Cloud she feels safer than she does when the Turk is present. 

“You’re lying.” The light lilt in Cloud’s voice has her stopping mid-step, as she knows he’s right. “Talk to me. Please? Tell me what’s wrong.” 

Looking up at the sky, she waits until he does the same and then begins to speak. “The weather is going to change very soon. I don’t want it to happen before we get back to my place, but I think that the Gods have their own ideas right now.” 

“A little rain never hurt anyone.” She looks up and sees just the barest hint of a smile on his lips. If she had blinked, she would have thought she’d imagined it, because now that permanent pout has returned to his lips. But no, she knows she’d seen it. “If it rains, I’ll protect you.” 

“It’s fine.” Aerith loops her arm through his, as they continue walking down the crowded streets of Midgar. The afternoon sun, which should be shining down brightly on them is obscured by the clouds in the sky. “If it happens, it happens.” 

“But you’re worried.” Cloud comments, as the air begins to change again. The dampness surrounds them, as she knows it’s about to happen. “I thought you liked the rain.” 

“I do!” She doesn’t want to tell him why she doesn’t like it - too many afternoons sitting in the church, watching as the rain falls through the holes in the roof. The rain is a gift, and one that helps to keep her flowers thriving. But being alone in the rain is one thing, and having Cloud here with her now - that’s an entirely different feeling. 

They come to a stop at a corner when the sky begins to open up. She cries out, holding her arm above her head in some weak attempt to stop the water from hitting her head, but it’s no use. Cloud takes it upon himself to grab onto her arm, and pulls her underneath an awning, people huddling close together underneath it, the two of them included. 

She becomes hyper aware of Cloud’s body, and how close he is to her right now. She can feel the heat leaving his body, the Mako inside of him keeping him hotter than most. He looks down at her, worry in his eyes. She wants to say that she’s okay, but then that would be another lie. She keeps her eyes on his, unwavering - her breath steady as she sees him start to move closer. The blond hair that permanently sits over his eye is pushed away as he gets closer and closer, her heart racing as she feels her own eyelids start to slip shut. 

“May I?” He asks, the sound just a touch louder than the pounding rain that hits the awning over and over. 

The words stick in her throat, but a simple nod of her head is enough of an answer. She feels Cloud’s lips touch hers with a soft, gentle kiss. It’s not like she expects it to be - she expect him to kiss her with a passion that she knows has been simmering between the two of them these last few weeks. But this - this kiss is sweet and soft, and she surrenders to it with a soft moan. His arms wrap protectively around her body, the heat a welcomed one as she keeps her arms at her sides, then tentatively puts them on his hips to let him know that yes - this is okay. They are okay. 

Just as soon as the rain had begun, it stopped. Everyone around them laughs, and then resume the activities they’d been doing before the unexpected shower had happened. She stares up at Cloud and now - now she sees a real smile on his face, and one that stirs an echo in her own heart. She returns it, her lips continuing to tingle after that kiss they’ve shared, but before they can discuss it, Cloud puts her arm back around his, and they begin to walk again back towards her place. 

“Let’s get you home.” Cloud stays, this time keeping his eyes forward as they resume their walk. The air is still charged, the rain nowhere near done, but they take this brief reprieve to walk at a more brisk pace as they head back to her area of Midgar. 

It’s a moment that neither discusses with one another because for each of them, that’s all it is. Getting caught in the rain might not have been the ideal place to make the stars finally align for them, but a gift from the Gods can’t be overlooked. Aerith knows that it’s only a moment, and one that she will cherish for the rest of her life. 

#clerith #my writing #fanfic #i wrote a legit drabble omfg #bygonedayzz #i hope you like this!! #my first time writing these two ;A; #i hope i did okay <3

[heartlessfujoshi]

akusai + “You won’t hurt me, I promise.” // please + thank you!

Hiya!! :D Thanks so much for sending me this request!! Sorry I held off until today to post it, but this was a good excuse for me to write something for Saixel/SaiAku Day (7/8). :D I hope you like what I came up with! 

Rating: Mature (NSFW - Biting Kink) Word Count: ~1400 Timeline: 358/2 Days Prompt: “You won’t hurt me, I promise.” 

***

The castle is quiet. It’s always quiet, and sometimes Axel hates it. He misses the noise that Radiant Garden used to provide, with the fountain courtyard, the citizens walking the streets. The duck hawking his sea salt ice cream, his nephews trying to upsell when he wasn’t paying attention. Those are the noises he longs for - not this prevalent silence that cloaks The World That Never Was. 

Roxas is asleep. Xion is missing. He has no idea what anything means anymore. He’s become conflicted in a way he never thought would be possible. He’s tired, and doesn’t want to do this anymore. Xemnas is becoming too power hungry. The heart shaped moon outside of his window grows stronger by day, but at what cost? He can’t help but think of that kid that he met in Castle Oblivion - the fight he’s fighting seems a lot more worth it than this crap. 

An obsidian portal opens in his room. The reason he hasn’t abandoned this life yet walks through, azure hair swaying as he steps out of it. Amber eyes stare at him with a look that he feels in his lower belly, his body responding to the call in those eyes. He stands up from his couch and saunters forward, stepping dangerously close to the Nobody that was once his best friend, but now - now he doesn’t know what they are to each other anymore. One minute they are back as they were in Radiant Garden, and then it’s like they are mortal enemies simply because Axel can’t stand what Xemnas is doing. 

“Sorry I’m late.” Saïx says, as their eyes continue to stay locked. “I-” 

“I don’t care.” Axel doesn’t want to hear his excuses. He won’t believe them anyway. Nothing that comes out of Saïx’ mouth can be trusted, so it’s best to just ignore it. “You’re here. That’s all that matters.” He reaches up, touching his gloved finger to Saïx’ jaw, trailing it down from his ear to his chin. “You know why you’re here.” 

“Because of you.” 

“Because of us.” 

He turns away from Axel’s touch, but it’s to kiss the tips of his gloved fingers. “I missed you.” Saïx speaks softly, almost too soft as Axel has to really pay attention. Considering how quiet the room is, it’s a miracle he catches it. 

“I’m here now. As are you.” 

“Are we going to talk? Or are we going to go to bed?” 

“You mean have sex.” Axel falls into his familiar banter with him. It’s safe. It’s accepted. It’s something they’ve been doing for years. It feels like home when they talk like this. No mention of what’s going on outside of these walls - they exist alone together in this room. 

The smirk on Saïx’ face lets him know that is exactly what he wants. No need to dance with one another when it’s an understanding between two Nobodies. Axel walks over to his bed and as he starts to pull the zipper down on his cloak, Saïx takes over for him. He reaches out and does the same to him, both of them methodical in undressing one another. Once all the clothes are off, he kneels down on the bed, and looks at Saïx with pleading eyes. He doesn’t want to make any decisions tonight. It’s been a rough few days, and he just needs this release to happen without having to think about it. 

“Face the wall.” Saïx requests, which he’s more than okay with. He goes over to where the pillows rest, and puts his knees on them, then puts his hands against the wall to brace himself. It’s an unconventional position, but he doesn’t care. He knows it’s going to feel good, and that’s all that matters. “Are you sure this is how you want it?” 

“You won’t hurt me,” he groans softly as two wet fingers start to touch his entrance. “I promise.”

“I can if you want me to.” 

It’s an idle threat, but one that intrigues Axel. “Mark me.” He whispers, wanting to carry the brand of their copulation on him for a few hours. A few hours is more than enough time to remember what they once were to each other. What they are still to one another. “Mark me, Isa….” 

“I will, Lea.” 

Preparation doesn’t take a lot of time; it never does. They both get excited by it, that it becomes a necessity to make it happen quickly, otherwise they’ll be coming like the horny teenagers they once were. Placing his palms flat against the wall, Axel moans low as the tip of Saïx’ cock pushes up against his entrance, teasing him a little before slowly slipping inside. He knocks his forehead against the wall and releases another deep moan as he feels Saïx slip into him inch by inch, the thickness pushing against his inner walls in the best way possible. 

Lips graze along the side of his neck, Axel tilting his head as he pushes his hips back with insistence. Saïx listens to that, and answers with a hard snap of his hips forward, pushing him to have his chest against the wall. He moans loud, that roughness scratching an itch he’s been having as of late. The lips traveling down his neck stop, and then teeth sink into his neck with the most luxurious bite that he could have hoped for. 

“Yes….” He moans, grabbing onto the back of Saïx’ head, the bite pushing him up to the stratosphere as precum drips down onto one of his pillows. He hears him moan, his own moan mixing with his as the lower halves of their bodies move with a mind of their own. It may feel like a routine, but it’s something they both crave from one another. While the madness exists in their castle, sanity returns for a few bonded moments in here as they chase their high together. 

Saïx licks the mark, then moans low into his ear. “There. You want another?” 

“Yes, please yes….” Axel begs, as he slams his ass back, grinding himself down onto Saïx’ cock. “M-Mark me….M-Make me yours….” 

“Forever…” 

Warmth flows through him as Saïx’ palm connects to his cock at the exact moment another bite is left on his neck. Axel screams through the burst of erotic pain, his mind going blank as he begins to come hard from the perfect stimulation to his body. He hears Saïx growl against his neck and then feels him drive his cock hard into him, the rush of his release splashing against his inner walls sending Axel back over the edge with him. 

His neck throbs where both bite marks are, knowing that as soon as he has to use Cure, they’ll disappear. He’s going to do his best tomorrow to not get into a situation where that might become a thing, but if it does, he knows Saïx will be back the next night to do this all again. Because it’s the only way they can stay sane with each other. 

Saïx’ lips touch his, Axel moaning into his mouth as their tongues dance together with slow, steady strokes. The cock inside of him disappears, but then he’s pulled to be on his back and Saïx is back inside of him, going for a second round together. Then a third, and a fourth, and by the fifth time they’re both thoroughly exhausted and well satiated with one another. 

“Stay.” He whispers, as he sees Saïx get up from the bed. 

“You know I can’t.” 

He does, but that doesn’t stop him from suggesting it each time. “I know.” Axel sighs, and turns to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. “Have a nice rest of your night, Isa.” 

“You as well, Lea.” The sound of a portal opening lets him know that he’s back to being alone in his room. His fingers touch the side of his neck, humming softly as a hint of a smile plays on his lips. 

Every single night they do this. Axel knows he has to leave. He can’t keep doing this. He wishes he could take Saïx with him, not because he’s going to miss this when he does get the guts to leave but because Saïx doesn’t belong here. They belong together, no matter where they are. But he’s not there yet. For now, this is okay. 

#akusai #my writing #fanfic #i can now honestly say that i've been writing them for ten years #that's fucking insane #this ship is the literal worst #THE otp man #felt good to write them again ;A; #bygonedayzz

[atsumus]

i'm guessing you've seen the newest chapter? >uo

yeah, and i really liked it tbh! i think it was pretty cute and wholesome and gives us a lot of "closure" in different ways for different characters.. and it makes me excited for the next chapter, but it also makes me super sad of course, so mixed feelings...

#answered #bygonedayzz #haikyuu spoilers #hq!! spoilers #haikyuu chapter 401 #haikyuu!!

[rararibbon]

who is/are your favorite character(s) in shugo chara and did you have any favorite ship(s)? (also, i hope you do decide to draw more shugo chara, you got me feeling nostalgic and remembering when i was reading the manga as they were releasing in english ; v ;)

My favorite characters are tadase, yaya, and nadeshiko, and my favorite ships are tadamu, rimaya, and tadahiko.

I don’t think I’ll draw more sc anytime soon but I do have a shugo chara blog with all my old art and gifs you can check out :)

#shugo chara #bygonedayzz

[heartlessfujoshi]

HAPPY 40 ROTATIONS AROUND THE EARTH DAY! ((ヽ(๑╹◡╹๑)ﾉ)) I'm glad you're on this site and I think it's awesome that you're 40!

hiya!!

ahhh, thank you so much!!! i appreciate your kind words!!! 

#nice things #omg a fucking gif from the silent movie #my life as an old person is complete #lmao #but really thank you so much for your message!! :) #bygonedayzz

[heartlessfujoshi]

thoughts on KH: MoM? >u

PRETTY MUCH SUMS UP MY REACTION TO THAT AMAZING TRAILER. I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR A FUCKING RHYTHM GAME FOR THIS SERIES FOR SO LONG. 

AND THEN, THAT FUCKING ENDING???? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

#kh #honestly i'm just fucking excited to see the coffins being used #because i've got a LOT of feels about that #and i can't wait to see who it is that she's talking to #my money is on yozora #but who fucking knows #man this dropped out of NOWHERE #bygonedayzz

[heartlessfujoshi]

12 days of christmas - day 2

Title: O Tannenbaum Fandom: Kingdom Hearts Pairing: AkuSai (Axel x Saix)  Rating: Teen (mild NSFW - Tooth-rotting fluff - Fluff and Feels)  Word Count: ~1890

Summary: Axel thinks it’s a good idea to cut down a tree in Christmas Town and Saix strongly disagrees. 

A/N: Here’s my next offering for 12 Days of Christmas. Thanks for the suggestion - @bygonedayzz and @lieutenantraziel. Please enjoy!

***

Saïx casts a weary glance at the obsidian portal that has manifested in front of him. “Where are we going?” He looks at the Nobody that’s opened the Corridor of Darkness, wondering just what the Nobody is thinking they’re going to accomplish by going somewhere right now, when there are more important things to do in the Castle. 

“Oh, would you just go in?” The annoyance is clear in Axel’s voice, Saïx ducking his head down to hide a smirk that appears on his lips at the sound. “You never used to be this difficult, Isa. Just go in. Please?” 

“Things have changed, Lea.” He doesn’t bother to look at him as he says it, and instead follows his request and steps into the Corridor of Darkness. Walking through it, he sees an opening, and heads through it, then stops in his tracks when he’s assaulted with a blast of frigid air. Something solid bumps into him, causing him to stumble forward, and almost winds up face first in the snow if Axel hadn’t quickly grabbed his arm to keep him on his feet. 

“Whoa!” Axel says, keeping his hand locked around his forearm. “You okay? What gives? I thought you would walk forward, not stop as soon as you got out of the Corridor.”

He is hyper aware that Axel’s hand is still on his arm, and the words to tell him to remove it are on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t seem to make them come out. Instead, he hears his own voice speaking without really thinking about what he’s saying. “Christmas Town?” 

“What’s wrong with it?” The two of them start to walk towards the well-lit path to Santa’s workshop, Axel’s hand no longer on his forearm but now resting comfortably with his own hand. It’s an unspoken touch that he can feel his body responding to as their fingers lock their hands together, their appendages gently swaying as they walk down the hill. “I had this crazy idea.” 

“Those are never good.” Saïx comments, keeping his voice quiet. It felt strange to be in this world, as it wasn’t one they visited very often. They had laid a claim on Halloween Town, but never really brought the Dusks or others to this particular world. He doesn’t know how Axel found this place - probably the puppet. He knows he can’t say anything about her though - not if he wants to keep Axel happy; best not to dwell on it. 

The hand holding his gives it a squeeze, as Axel turns towards him. “It’s Christmas, Isa. Don’t you want to have a little something up in the Grey Area?” 

“Why?” 

“To spread some holiday cheer!” Axel points to one of the heavily decorated trees on the outskirts of Christmas Town. “All I'm saying is no one would catch us if we chopped down a tree.” 

Saïx shakes his head. “No one would care if there was a tree in there or not. No sense in bringing up a holiday that Nobodies should have no cares about.” 

“When are you going to accept that even though we’re like this now, we’re still who we were before!” Axel exclaims, clearly perturbed by his answer. “Fine - if you won’t help me, then I’ll do it myself.” 

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you.” Saïx knows that there’s no way to stop Axel from whatever he’s going to do. “You can do whatever you want. If Santa decides you’re on a naughty list after taking away one of his trees, then that’s on you.” 

“What?!” 

He points to the workshop. “You know that’s where Santa is. He’s going to notice if you decide to chop down a tree to take it back to decorate our castle with it. No sense in doing that.” Saïx now lets the smirk bloom on his lips, as he sees Axel staring at him with his jaw dropped open. “Close your mouth - you don’t want to eat snow, do you?” 

“Maybe I do!” Axel points a finger at him. “You’re being mean on purpose.” 

“No, I am not.” 

“Telling me that Santa is going to put me on the naughty list. If anyone is going to be going onto that list, it’s you with your filthy-” 

Putting his hand over Axel’s mouth before he can finish that statement, he glares at him. “You weren’t complaining about it last night.” He reminds him, and sees a hint of a blush appear on Axel’s cheeks. “Now, are you going to stop being an idiot?” He waits for him to nod his head before removing his hand from his mouth. “Let’s go back, since there’s no reason to disrupt this world with our presence.” 

“No.” 

Saïx exhales a long sigh, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “Fine. Then I’m going to go. You stay and do whatever it is you’re going to do, and have fun with it. But I am not taking part in any sort of destruction to this world.” 

“Don’t you miss Christmas, Isa?” 

It never fails to make his stomach drop whenever Axel decides to use his name. It had happened earlier, and here he is, doing it again as he knows he’s weak to it. Keeping his back turned, Saïx opens an obsidian portal then shakes his head. “Not in the slightest.” 

“Liar.” 

That is the last word he hears leave Axel’s mouth before he steps into the Corridor of Darkness and heads back to the Castle That Never Was. Refusing to let his best friend’s comments bother him, Saïx returns to the Grey Area and waits for the Nobodies that have yet to RTC from their missions for the day. 

***

All afternoon and into the evening, Saïx is plagued by Axel’s comments and their impromptu adventure to Christmas Town. He’s so distracted by it that he forgets to check in with Xemnas after the last Nobody had RTC’d, winding up walking around the halls for a bit before heading back to his bedroom for the night. 

When he steps into his bedroom, he recognizes that something is amiss as the strong smell of pine hits his nose. Turning to the left, he sees that there is one of those trees that they’d been looking at in Christmas Town, decorated with both ornaments and lights. Saïx walks towards it, almost afraid of it turning into nothing in his presence. Reaching up, he touches one of the ornaments and can’t help but smile. 

“I thought you didn’t care about these sorts of things.” Turning around, he sees Axel is standing off to the right of his room, a knowing smile on his face. “But it’s different when it’s for you alone, hmm?” 

“Was this your plan?” He asks, not bothering to pretend to be mad. All he can think about are the memories of an easier time, when the two of them had been back in Radiant Garden. Things hadn’t been so dire at one point, until they had wound up in a situation that had made them become what they are now. 

A hand touches his shoulder, Saïx closing his eyes at the familiar touch. “If it was? Would that make you upset?” 

“Fool - you know we can’t feel any sort of emotion like that.” 

“I know that I can make you feel a lot of things, even if you refuse to believe it.” The hand on his shoulder moves to cup his face, Saïx turning his head towards Axel’s touch. “Just because we’re Nobodies doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the things we used to when we were whole.” 

“There are people that would disagree with you.” He doesn’t have the will to say their name - not now, when again, he knows it will cause ire to the Nobody in front of him. He knows when to pick and choose his battles, and right now this isn’t one that needs to be fought. 

Lips touch his with a soft kiss, Saïx moaning softly as he steps closer to Axel. Putting his arms around his neck, he allows himself to take what Axel is offering to him. It’s what he offers to him on occasion - a chance to return to what they were like before becoming Nobodies. He’s pulled towards his bed without any protest on his tongue, as he finds himself tangled up in Axel’s arms and mouth, submitting to him with no cries of protest; only cries of unbridled passion and desire slip out of his mouth as Axel has his way with him. 

Saïx rests his head on Axel’s chest, the two of them panting after their first round of sex with one another. His eyes are on the tree, looking at the lights as they blink in a pattern. “How did you manage to take it?” 

“You’ll never believe me if I tell you.” Axel lays a kiss on the top of his head, Saïx tilting his head to look up at him. 

“Try me.” 

“I went and asked Santa.” 

His mouth drops open. “You went and talked to Santa?” 

“Why not?” The redhead shrugs his shoulders. “He’s just a guy. And very nice. Said that it was nice of me wanting to do something nice for you. He knows how important you are to me, Isa.” 

Blushing, he tucks his fact against Axel’s neck. “You’re important to me too, Lea.” He whispers, then lays a quick kiss to his cheek. “You make me feel normal.” 

“Remember that, okay? I don’t like when we fight.” 

He crawls up to be closer to Axel’s face, and lays a soft kiss on his lips before returning to lay on top of him. “I’ll do my best. You know it’s difficult for me too.” 

“I know. We’re both at odds here.” Axel stares into his eyes. “But knowing that I’ve got something that no one else has with you - that helps.” 

“What do you mean? What do you have that they don’t?” 

“History.” 

Saïx knows exactly what he means by that statement, and is quick to kiss him on the lips. He soon finds himself on his back, staring up into emerald eyes that stare into his being. It doesn’t take long for either of them to find their nirvana together, both moaning each other’s true names to one another as they share their climax together. 

The smell of the tree clings to the air in his bedroom, making it truly feel like it’s Christmas. Saïx finds comfort in Axel’s arms, closing his eyes as sleep starts to grab a hold on him. “I love you.” He whispers to Axel, knowing that he can hear him. “Thank you for going against my wishes.” 

“I knew they weren’t your own.” Axel drops a kiss to his lips, then shifts him in his arms. “Merry Christmas, Isa. I love you too.” 

“Merry Christmas, Lea.” 

Tomorrow things might return to a more tumultuous state, but right now they are trapped in their own little bubble that no one can break. Saïx will take what he can from Axel, and return everything back times ten. For Axel is the only Nobody that holds a special place in his life. Looking at the tree one final time, Saïx closes his eyes and falls asleep with a content smile on his face. 

#akusai #my writing #fanfic #12 days of christmas

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12 days of christmas - day 7

Title: Let it Snow Fandom: Bleach Pairing: UraIchi (Urahara Kisuke x Kurosaki Ichigo) Rating: Mature (Feels and Smut)  Word Count: ~4435

Summary: A snowstorm hits Karakura Town, and leaves Ichigo stranded at Urahara’s shop. 

A/N: Here’s my next offering for 12 days of Christmas. Thanks to @bygonedayzz for saying they wanted something with Ichigo and were okay with these two. :) And it’s Urahara’s birthday today! \o/ Please enjoy! 

***

Ichigo’s sword bounced off of Sado’s shield, Urahara watching the scene play out behind his fan. He had come down here to inform the group that it was getting late, and the weather wasn’t looking all that great, which had been met with a chorus of ‘thank you’s from most everyone. Ichigo insisted that it would be okay, but the rest of the group seemed to be listening to what Urahara had said, and were currently getting their items together to head back up to the shop. 

“I’d like to stay, if that’s okay.” Ichigo asked him, Zangetsu a thin, black blade as Ichigo had gone into bankai state about ten minutes prior. “Set me up with a doll - I don’t care.” 

“You should go home, Kurosaki.” Urahara had no desire to be stuck in his shop should the weather turn worse, forcing him to be around the teen that had no idea what sorts of distractions he caused for Urahara day in and day out. “It’s almost Christmas.” 

“Dad is on overnight duty tonight for the clinic, so my sisters are with their friends.” The grin on Ichigo’s face had Urahara snapping his fan in front of his own to hide the blush he could feel spreading across his cheeks, the fortuitous news making him feel elated in a way that should give him reason to pause but he ignored it for the moment. “I doubt it’s going to be that bad of a storm anyway - they always talk it up to scare people into staying home.” 

Turning around, Urahara gave a nod of his head. “Fine. You may stay. Don’t spend too long down here.” 

“Aww, you’re leaving?” He could hear the pout in Ichigo’s voice, but didn’t turn around to give him his attention. “No fair, Uarahara-san. You’re really going to make me spar alone?” 

While Benihime sang against his leg, itching to be used again, Urahara shook his head as he began to climb the ladder up to the shop. “Don’t work yourself too hard, Kurosaki.” It was better if he kept his distance from him, both figuratively and physically. The more space between them, the easier his conscience would feel. 

“Boss - it’s coming down fast.” Tessai came into the room that acted as a center for when Ichigo’s friends were here. Urahara had brewed some tea and sat down at the table, letting his mind wander for a bit until he heard his faithful friend speaking to him from the door. “Has everyone gone home?” 

“No.” Urahara sighed, looking down at the dregs of his tea. “One person is still here.” 

“Why didn’t you insist he go home? Now he’s going to be stuck here with us for the night, if not longer.” 

Turning to look at his friend, he gave him a look. “You know what he’s like when he wants to spar more.  After learning a few new tricks from Abarai, it was inevitable. It’s unfortunate that the storm had to occur tonight.” 

“Will you be alright, boss?” 

Tessai was very aware of the predicament that Urahara was now facing, and while he appreciated his friend’s concern, he knew that there was nothing to worry about. “I’ll be fine, Tessai. Thank you.” 

“If you need me-” 

“I know, thank you.” Urahara waved his fan at him. “Go to bed. I’ll be fine. Are the others asleep?” 

“They are.” Tessai nodded his head. “He might be stupid enough to walk home in this.” 

“I won’t allow him.” He knew better. Isshin would murder him if he’d let Ichigo walk back home in this mess of a storm. “Now go. I’m going to brew some more tea as I suspect it’s going to be a long night for me.” 

“Good luck, boss.” With another nod of his head, Tessai left and headed back down the hall to his bedroom. 

He picked up the kettle and brought it over to the sink, where he filled it up and then set it boil. Grabbing some seasonal tea that only came out this time of year, he added it to his mug, keeping his back turned away from the door. As he began to pour it, he heard footsteps walking down the hall, his hand spilling a little bit of hot water onto the back of his hand as he’d become distracted by the noise. He hissed softly, then finished pouring as soon as the person who had been walking down the hallway appeared at the door. 

“I’m going to take off, Urahara-san.” Ichigo had sweat dripping down the sides of his neck, his hair matted because of it. “It’s late - I should probably head home.” 

“What you should have done was listen to your friends, as they were able to make it home before the storm began.” He pointed to the window, the snow already collecting nicely on the ground. “You will be staying the night here.” 

“That’s too much of an inconvenience for you, Urahara-san.” The orange-haired teen shook his head, then came into the room. “Wow - it’s really coming down.” 

“They’ve said that we could have up to a half a meter of snow dumped on us overnight.” Urahara was kicking himself - he should have told Ichigo no earlier, but he really could never say no to him. It was a terrible fault of his that was now causing him grief. “You remember where the shower is?” 

“Why? Do I smell?” Ichigo lifted his arm, then took a whiff of his armpit. The grimace on his face made Urahara laugh, and then the returned smile from Ichigo made his stomach do a somersault. “Sorry I asked. Yeah, I remember where it is. Got something I can wear?” 

“I’m sure I can find something. Now go.” He waved at him with his closed fan. “I’ll leave it on the bathroom counter.” 

“Thanks, Urahara-san.” 

As soon as he heard the water running, Urahara went to his bedroom and found a shirt and pair of pants that would hopefully fit the growing teen. He’d grown up over the last year plus, and now that he was maturing into a fine young man, Urahara was having a crisis. If Yoruichi was here, she would be berating him right about now - it was a good thing she was back in Seireitei for the upcoming holiday. 

He took the clothes to the bathroom, and put them down on the counter as he said he would, and left without saying a word to Ichigo. Not that he heard him, as the teen was singing an oldie that Urahara had been listening to a few days ago. It was an earworm that got stuck in your head, and now it was going to return to his own. One more casualty of this unfortunate evening. 

Returning to the room where he’d left his tea, he picked it up and took a long sip before sitting back down. This room doubled as both a room to have discussions in as well as a place to sleep as the room was covered in tatami mats. Figuring that once Ichigo returned, he would excuse himself and take his leave, putting that distance back between them. He looked over at the window and saw the snow was still continuing to fall. 

“Thanks for the clothes.” 

Ichigo’s voice startled him out of his thoughts, but luckily he had enough sense to not show it physically as he turned to look at Ichigo. That had been a mistake, as seeing the objection of his desire dressed in his own clothes was causing his brain to have a slight malfunction. He quickly glanced away, returning his eyes to his own cup of tea. “Better than sleeping in sweat stained clothes for the evening.” Standing up, he looked at Ichigo. “I’ll let you get some rest. You know where the bedding is, so help yourself to whatever you need.” 

“You might want to rethink that statement, Urahara-san.” Ichigo looked up at him, a margin of a smirk on his lips as Urahara became hard pressed to find an excuse to leave the room. “I’m not really tired. Are you?” 

“No.” Urahara knew it was a trap he was walking into, and right now he couldn’t find a good reason to lie. It would have been easy - a simple ‘yes’ could have been followed up with a ‘good night’ afterwards, extricating himself from the damnation that Ichigo was currently presenting to him. But instead, he spoke the truth, the cup in his hands not the only reason why sleep was going to evade him for the evening. 

Ichigo had spent the night in his shop plenty of times before. More times than Urahara could count on his hands and feet combined. But somehow, this felt different. It felt suffocating, as he glanced back down into auburn eyes that were staring up at him with a look that he couldn’t quite place. “So, stay with me for a little bit. Let’s watch the snow fall together. Put on some Christmas music.” 

“That sounds like a terrible idea, Kurosaki.” He was determined to not let the teen talk him into something that wasn’t really a plausible idea. “I should turn in, as I have an early day tomorrow.” 

“If the snowstorm is as bad as it is, I’m pretty sure those plans will be canceled.” Ichigo wasn’t taking the hint. “Or, are you running away from me?” 

Blinking a few times, Urahara knew it would do no good to hide behind his fan as Ichigo called him out. “What gave you that idea?” Urahara asked, as he took a sip of his tea before setting his mug down on the table. 

“You’re acting strange.” 

“I always act this way.” 

“Not like this you don’t.” Ichigo shook his head, and Urahara watched as he picked up his mug and brought it to his lips. “It’s because you hate the way I look in your clothes, isn’t it?” 

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he watched Ichigo take a swallow of his tea, a small trickle leaving the corner of his mouth before he pulled the mug away from his lips. Urahara knew he was in deep trouble, and had to excuse himself as politely as possible. “No such thing. You could be wearing my haori, and I wouldn’t care.” 

“You’re lying.” His heart stopped as Ichigo took another sip, then wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand. “You have no reason to lie to me, Urahara-san. I know you would care immensely if I were to put on your haori. Even your hat.” 

For once, he was glad he hadn’t put it on this evening, as he had a feeling that with the way Ichigo was acting, he would have taken it off of his head and put it on his own. “Good night, Kurosaki.” He extracted himself from the spot he’d been rooted to for the entire exchange, walked towards the door, and took his leave. 

He all but sprinted back to his bedroom, furthering the distance between the person who his body had decided to become incredibly attracted to over the last few months. This was better - staying away from the temptation. The greater the space, the easier it would be for him to breathe. 

Too bad that wasn’t the case at all. 

Laying down in his bed, he stared up at the ceiling, his heart continuing to pound at a fast rate as he thought about Ichigo wearing his clothes. Closing his eyes, he could picture him in his black haori, which pretty much short-circuited his brain into complete mush as the smaller brain located down in the lower half of his body was begging to take over. The hardness inside of his underwear had been easy to ignore earlier, but now that he was alone, and thoughts of Ichigo were a constant presence in his mind, he was beginning to question his sanity and decided it might be time to get rid of this issue. 

A soft knock on the door made him groan, shaking his head back and forth as he continued to stare up at the ceiling, his hand no longer making its way to take care of the problem in his pants. Quickly pushing down on his very apparent arousal, Urahara counted to ten before standing up from his bed and walked over to the door. Pulling it open a crack, he saw a shock of orange hair that he knew would be standing there, but to see the visual confirmation made a quick burst of heat rush down to the lower center of his body. 

“What is it.” Urahara had no energy to be his usual self around the teen, who was looking up at him with a look in his eyes that was confusing at best. “You should be asleep, Kurosaki-san.” 

“I’m not really tired. But you left before I could convince you to stay with me.” Ichigo put his foot one step closer to the cracked door. “You’re awake, aren’t you?” 

“No.” He heard Ichigo laugh quietly, his stomach returning to its freefall as it wasn’t often Ichigo laughed like that around him. “Go back to your room. Head back down to the training facility. I don’t have the patience to entertain you right now.” 

“It’s cold in there.” 

“Grab an extra blanket.” 

“Let me sleep in the bed with you.” 

Urahara knew he was reaching his breaking point, as the idea did sound like a good one. But if he did that, then he might slip on how he feels about the substitute shinigami, and that would be bad news for everyone involved. “No.” 

“Come on, Urahara-san. I won’t take up that much space. I’ve slept in your bed before!” 

While it was true that Ichigo had spent the night in his bed once before, it had been because of certain wounds that Ichigo had sustained while out patrolling. Urahara had had to use a particular kido spell on him to make sure that he healed correctly - a task that Tessai had not been up to that evening. Nothing had happened between the two of them - Ichigo had been covered in bandages from his neck down to his waist. It was a night that Urahara had revisited often in his dreams, doing lecherous things to Ichigo in a way that hadn’t been cleared by him. He knew he had no viable excuse to say no to him. Damning himself, he pulled the door open and stepped to the side, leaving enough room for Ichigo to enter his personal space, and then shut the door behind him. 

The lights were off in his bedroom, the heater tucked up against the wall doing a good job of making the room nice and toasty. He never cared for cold winter nights, preferring the summer months over these miserable conditions. Ichigo had laid down on the bed, getting himself under the covers, which meant that Urahara would be sleeping on top of them. He went to his side of the bed and laid down on top, choosing to lay flat on his back as he returned his gaze to the ceiling. 

“Why aren’t you under the sheets?” The question was an innocent one, and one that Urahara had an answer ready for. 

“It’s too warm to sleep under them for me.” 

“Bullshit.” Ichigo shook his head, and held the covers up. “Get under here, Urahara-san. You’ll catch a cold if you don’t have the proper warmth.” 

Urahara closed his eyes and sighed. He was going to have to be extremely careful with his next choices, and decided that if he was going to be damned, might as well just go completely in with it. He grabbed onto the blankets and with Ichigo’s help, he slid under them, the blankets making it much more toasty. But, the same could be said as the body next to him was like a living furnace. 

“Go to sleep, Kurosaki-san.” Urahara closed his eyes, keeping himself on his back. 

“Good night, Kisuke.” 

One word. One word that made Urahara act in a way that he knew was irresponsible, but he could only tolerate so much. His body reacted to the way Ichigo had said his name, and after a few quiet moments, Urahara turned on his side and saw auburn eyes staring back at him. Ichigo was close, closer than he expected, but he decided that he was tired of pushing these thoughts away. He brought his hand up to Ichigo’s face, and let his thumb rub against his cheek, watching as the teen’s eyelids fluttered closed. 

“You play dirty, Ichigo.” He whispered, as he slid his hand down to cup Ichigo’s jaw, his thumb now rubbing back and forth against his bottom lip. “I only have so much control.” 

“Don’t.” Ichigo’s lips puckered against his thumb, a soft kiss touching the pad. Urahara bit down on his lip as a gruff moan left his throat at the careful touch. “Don’t have any control right now, Kisuke. I don’t know if I have any myself.” 

Urahara brushed his thumb back and forth against his bottom lip, then brought it to his own lips and kissed the spot where Ichigo had left a kiss behind. “Idiot. You don’t know what you’re doing. You think you know, but you don’t.” 

“I know I like you.” The words rushed out, as Ichigo moved closer to him on the bed. He felt Ichigo’s groin line up with his own, the two sporting similar hard ons. “I’ve been trying to figure out the best way to tell you.” 

“You come to my bedroom, and throw yourself at me was your solution to make me see?” Urahara lowered his head to be closer to Ichigo’s, their breaths now mingling together as he put his hand on Ichigo’s hip. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into by doing this.” 

“I trust you, Kisuke.” Ichigo’s hip felt better than it had in his dreams, Urahara’s fingers curling possessively onto the pants that were now riding low on Ichigo’s hips. His pants. Everything on him right now was his. “You won’t do anything to hurt me, will you?” 

“That all depends on your definition of pain.” He chuckled low, his fingers going to the drawstring on the pants that Ichigo wore. “What are you hoping for tonight? A kiss? A touch? Sex?” 

“A-All of those things.” The slight hitch of Ichigo’s breath let him know he was on the right course as he carefully helped him shimmy out of his pants. He felt Ichigo’s hand touch his own pants, and couldn’t be bothered to say no as the teen helped get his pants off. They both were now naked below the waist, their shirts still on. “C-Can I take it off?” Ichigo asked, as he reached for his own shirt. 

“We won’t be able to return to what we were before this.” It needed to be said, as he knew that jumping into this without discussing things would be damaging to the both of them. “Do you want that?” 

“I want you.” Ichigo nodded his head, Urahara taking off his own shirt as he watched Ichigo do the same. “I trust you.” 

“You shouldn’t.” He smirked, as he moved forward quickly, pinning Ichigo to the bed as he hovered over him. “You have no idea what I’m capable of, Ichigo.” It felt nice to address him in this manner, as he brought his lips closer to his. “One final chance.” 

Ichigo pushed his head up, connecting their lips first before Urahara had the chance to do it himself. But the moment was done, and now it was a race to see who could do what to the other. Kisses were pressed quickly to each other’s lips, getting a feel for it, and then Urahara pushed the tip of his tongue along the seam of Ichigo’s lips, moaning low as he felt him part them for him. His tongue slipped into the teen’s mouth, his arm moving to be underneath his back as he held him close to his chest. Their tongues came together over and over, both releasing moans that told Urahara that Ichigo had been harboring the same feelings for him over some length of time. How long, he had no clue, but given how passionate their kisses were, he knew it was for a little while. 

His hand slid down Ichigo’s side, and came to a rest right above the tip of his cock. He could feel heat emanating off of it, but wasn’t going to touch him - not yet. He let it hover, and he knew Ichigo could feel it, as he began to roll his hips up off the bed. But he wouldn’t allow that to happen, keeping his hand just out of reach at making skin on skin contact. 

“Kisuke, please….” Ichigo moaned against his lips, the sound decadent and erotic. “I want this… I want you...G-Give me what we both want...” 

“No.” He murmured against his lips, then pushed his tongue back into Ichigo’s mouth with a rough kiss. This time, he let his hand drop down onto Ichigo’s cock, and the moan that came out of him was something that he would never forget. It was a noise he planned on hearing over and over, and with his youth, he knew that it would be an easy feat to accomplish. 

It didn’t take him very long to bring Ichigo to an orgasm, the thrashing done by Ichigo as a way to stave off the unavoidable had the blankets falling off of them. But there was no chill in the room - between the heater, and the heat that was coming off the both of them, it was incredibly warm in the room. Ichigo dropped his head to the pillow, panting hard as Urahara brought his hand up to his own lips to take a little taste of Ichigo’s juices. 

“Do you like it?” Ichigo asked, after he’d released a deep groan, licking more of the sticky substance off of his fingers and palm. “I don’t taste bad, do I?” 

“Not at all.” Urahara shook his head. “Now - you tell me what you want. Do you want to touch me? Want something a little more than that?” 

“Fuck me.” 

Urahara had a feeling that was what he was going to say, and was frankly happy at hearing it. Reaching into his dresser drawer, he grabbed some lube and poured a little onto his fingers. “Please tell me I’m not your first.” 

“You’re not.” The blush that stained Ichigo’s cheeks made Urahara chuckle softly. “Don’t - I know, it’s dumb. Whatever.” 

“May I ask who was it with?” 

“You’re going to be upset if I tell you.” 

His finger began to tease Ichigo’s entrance, gently coaxing it to open for him as he smoothed lube all over the puckering flesh. “I won’t.” 

“Renji.” 

“Now that is impressive.” Urahara had known that they had been rather flirtatious with one another, but figured it had been all in good fun. “You two hid it well.” 

“Yeah, well. He wanted to make sure I didn’t have a bad first time.” 

“How nice.” Two fingers were now inside of Ichigo, carefully stretching him open. “I’ll have to thank him later. Were you two regularly having sex with one another?” 

“This is too weird. Can we not talk about this now?” Ichigo threw his hand over his face, the blush continuing down towards his neck. “Kisuke, I’m good. Let me feel you inside of me.” 

“I am inside of you, Ichigo.” He teased, as he pulled his fingers out slowly. “Very well.” Grabbing the bottle of lube, he took a few minutes to get himself ready, and then was getting settled between the teen’s thighs, their eyes locking on to one another. Urahara felt his heart stop as he stared into Ichigo’s auburn eyes, the tip of his cock now pushing right up against his entrance. “Keep your eyes on me, Ichigo…” 

“K-Kisuke…” The way his name was moaned was even better than the moan he’d heard him first make when he first touched him. He slowly entered Ichigo, and listened to him say his name again, their eyes continuing to stay locked. “God, you’re…” 

“Almost done…” His fingers weren’t as wide as his cock was, but it was the best he could do. He slid home, and released a deep moan as Ichigo’s walls squeezed tight around his cock. “Ichigo...” He moaned his name as his eyelids fell closed, his wrists now locked on either side of Ichigo’s head as he rolled his hips nice and slow. 

It didn’t take long for Ichigo to come again, and then Urahara really got his body going as he held off on having an orgasm. Once he brought Ichigo back to the edge, he snapped his hips hard and stared down at him, pleased to see Ichigo’s face was nice and flushed, his eyes closed as he brought him back to the edge of absolute pleasure. As soon as the teen’s body squeezed tight around him, he pushed his hips forward hard and poured his essence deep inside of him as he came seconds after Ichigo, the two of them reaching the plateau together. 

Pulling his hips back, he slipped out of Ichigo with a soft grunt, then went to his bathroom to grab a towel to clean up the mess. After a quick pat down, Urahara slid back under the covers with Ichigo’s back now pressed up against his chest, his arm fitting comfortably around his body. “You knew you would be forced to spend the night if you stayed long enough due to the storm, didn’t you?” 

“If I did?” Ichigo asked, then turned his head towards him to press a lazy kiss to his lips. “Don’t be upset with me, Kisuke. If I didn’t do this tonight, I might have just thrown myself at you during training.” 

He chuckled low, then pulled Ichigo a little closer to him. “My sincerest apologies, Ichigo. Sometimes you need to smack me in the face to show me things that I might think aren’t actually real.” He laid a kiss just below his ear. “I’m glad that you didn’t back down.” 

“Me too, Kisuke. Good night.” 

“Good night, Ichigo.” 

As he listened to Ichigo start to snore, Urahara closed his eyes and felt at peace. Having Ichigo in his arms such as this was something he never thought would become a reality, and yet here they were, naked with one another after sharing something profoundly intimate. Urahara hoped that there would be more snowstorms, as he might just have to insist Ichigo stay the night again and again - for safety, of course. 

XxX

Cross-posted to AO3

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