#cause we had rangiku and gin’s first meeting

[alexiethymia]

hitsuhina and choice

I mean I love all iterations of hitsuhina and any version of them and their backstory, but the fact that Hitsugaya and Hinamori didn’t actually live together gets me y’know? (despite that many people thought the same, like me too and I always loved reading fics with that premise).

Because the fact that they didn’t actually live together (in fact they weren’t even neighbors, Kubo just says they lived in the same neighborhood) just hammers down Hitsugaya's strong regard for her. Because sure you could always argue that Hitsugaya was protective over her because they lived together (I mean I’m pretty sure many people characterized their relationship as familial because of that), and yeah I could totally get behind that, but knowing that they didn’t actually live together shows that of all the kids in their neighborhood, it was Hinamori who he grew his bond with to the point that he was ready to murder for her. It’s such an intense emotional tie to a childhood friend (*cough like Gin with Rangiku*) that I always wondered what could have led to it.

And I think a lot of it has to do with choice. Like Hinamori was popular. Hinamori was well-liked. Hinamori already had friends in their neighborhood. Hinamori didn’t have to be friends with the ‘cold’ kid that everyone - children and adults alike - were wary of. But she still did. She still laughed and smiled at him, hung out with him and ate watermelons with him, kept on visiting him even when her other friends were scared of him. And from Hitsugaya’s pov, she didn’t have to. She wasn’t family like his Granny. And it wasn’t as if he was alone either precisely because he had his Granny. In those early days he must’ve been confused why this sunny and warm girl would choose him. And this is way before he eventually becomes a powerful and well-liked captain, way before he was a prodigy, way before he was discovered to have strong reiatsu. He must have kept wondering why this girl kept on choosing him when he felt like he had nothing to offer her back and when it might have been detrimental to her to keep on hanging out with him because of the chance that she could have been isolated as well, like what was in it for her?

And this goes into the core of why I love Hinamori so much, of this little thing being an integral part of her character where we see snippets of it in the manga (like with Byakuya, Zaraki and to an extent Gin) that she never really judges people by their looks, that she’s open and accepting. Even when people were generally creeped out by Gin, she was only on her guard when Hitsugaya warned her about him. Sure it could be seen to be a weakness, but for something I’m sure she thought nothing of, I’m sure it meant a whole lot to Hitsugaya, enough that he considered her laughter like a spring breeze. Like honestly, I could believe how that ended in Hitsugaya becoming so intense about her and becoming incoherent with rage with what Aizen did.

Because that something that she ended up beating herself up about in the aftermath of Aizen - her trusting and accepting nature which I’m sure she thought was a weakness that she had to change, that nature of hers which was trampled upon and taken advantage of by Aizen and Gin - it was that very same nature which in Hitsugaya’s view probably saved him from his loneliness. He couldn’t stomach how that very same thing which made Momo who she was, the very same nature of hers which saved him, was so carelessly used to hurt her. Like, how dare they? Even worse, how dare they make Momo doubt herself? It was no wonder then that he couldn’t even hope to control or bottle up his unstable emotions threatening to overflow until they eventually did, with disastrous consequences.

In the same way Momo chose him so long ago, he continues and always chooses her, time and time again. Even when her attention was drawn away, even when her bright smile was no longer solely his, he never begrudged her. Time and again, he continued to prove that he’d always choose her - her safety, her well-being, her happiness - always choosing to protect her, even sometimes above and beyond Soul Society.

It’s all about the choice.

[epraim1992]

Yhwach's Birth and Origin

When TYBW was serialized I didn't know how to interpret Yhwach's proclamation of being the son of the Soul King.

He himself is considered the Father of Quincies because they have his blood and he is the origin of their powers. He even considered himself Ichigo's true father calling Isshin a surrogate.

The anime seems like it is implying Yhwach was conceived normally which makes me think that Yhwach inherited the Soul King's power and is not his biological father.

I think there will be a twist in his origin and that he is the reincarnation of a Shinigami. I think there are several hints to this.

Due to their connection Yhwach and Jugram switch powers at night when Yhwach returns to being the Father of the Quincies.

Jugram's power is The Balance, which allows him to bring harmony to the world by allocated misfortune and fortune.

Another name for Shinigami are Balancers due to maintaining the equilibrium of souls.

Like I noted before Jugram and Yhwach have a special connection that hasn't been explained yet. The both have the same ability to share power.

Yhwach stated that he and Jugram together are whole.

Which honestly reminds me of the relationship between a Shinigami and Zanpakuto, they are supposed to be one. This makes me think that Jugram is the reincarnation of Yhwach's Zanpakuto spirit from his first life as a Shinigami (if my theory is true).

When Old Man Zangetsu handed Ichigo his true Zanpakuto it looked identical to Yhwach's sword.

The name of Yhwach's sword was erased by Ichibe and Kubo confirmed that Ichibe blocked OMZ from telling Ichigo he was Yhwach. And OMZ ended up becoming one of Ichigo's Zanpakuto, I think hinting Yhwach's own origin.

According to Urahara Quincy were originally people with powers like Ichigo that develop their spiritual powers to fight hollows. I think there is some truth to this. He did meet Don Kanoji who used his powers to try to help souls.

Interestingly Don Kanoji stated that monster extermination was outside of his specialty until meeting Urahara of course. I think Yhwach originally was a human with spiritual powers

I think he fought Hollows to protect the innocent. It is what motivated Uryu to become a powerful Quincy.

Ichigo losing his mother to Hollow and seeing the pain it caused to his family motivated him to slay Hollow. I think for the Yhwach it was the same in first life.

I think Yhwach in his first life died in his fight against the Hollows and then became a Shinigami after entering the Soul Society to continue the fight.

I think it would be a cool twist if he enrolled in Yamamoto's school. While Sasakibe became his right hand, Yhwach became his left hand.

Although hinted in the manga Can't Fear Your Own World revealed that the Soul King was mutilated and had his organs removed by the the ancestors of the Five Noble families. And for whatever reason they merged with seemingly random people.

Rangiku had a Soul King fragment in her, it is what Aizen took from her and Gin tried to retrieve.

Fullbringers have Soul King fragments in them as well they're the source of their powers. I also believe that Ryuken hinted at Uryu having a Soul King fragment and is the reason he survived Auswahlen. I think when he was a Shinigami Yhwach had a Soul King fragment within him.

The Shinigami powers come from two organs the hakusui the source of spiritual powers and the saketsu its booster. We never got that detail for Quincies but I think where the chain of fate is important. Uryu got struck in the spot it would be to get his powers back. I think there is a Quincy organ their that Yhwach inherited.

In Can't Fear Your Own World a new Fullbringer what introduced named Aura Michibane. She had the Soul King's Saketsu bonded with her soul. So there is precedent.

I think as a shinigami Yhwach's fight against the Hollows became about revenge instead of saving people. So decided to transform into another being, one that could erase Hollows.

Mayuri came up with the theory that Quincy are hostile to Hollows due to them being a threat to their existent not out of resentment.

Urahara agreed adding that Quincies have no antibody against hollows. But we can't fully trust what he says. I think Yhwach when he was Shinigami his animosity was so great he removed his antibodies so he could never become a hollow.

I think he did a similar to Ukitake that transformed him into the Soul King's Right Arm. But I think it caused his death and led him to be reincarnated as a Quincy.

[gallusrostromegalus]

I think there's two things going on in canon about Aizen:

Aizen doesn't kill captains in the first big battle of his betrayal because he can't.

1. The doylist explanation of his actions is so blatantly transparent (shonen jump scheduling hell) that it overwhelms the subtle watsonian clues that kubo gives us which are:

2. Aizen is a lying bitch. To absolutely everyone around him, but most of all, to himself.

He takes great pains to disguise it. He talks a big game and definitely tries his best to kill, but he doesn't. it makes tactical sense for him to kill at least SOMEONE before fucking off to hueco Mundo but even the fucking off belies the problem. He's a tough customer, but if he really were capable of killing another captain in a fight, he wouldn't have bothered with the whole fake corpse theater- he would have just picked them off one by one while quietly completing the hogyoku until Yamamoto had straight-up run out of strong enough shinigami to promote and Aizen had made himself a god while nobody was looking.

Instead, Aizen's plan relies on (and fails at) having the captains kill each other, and building an army of warm bodies to put between himself and the rest of the Court Guard until the Hogyoku is complete, which pretty much screams "I cannot win, even in a pitched fight".

EVEN WHEN THE HOGYOKU IS COMPLETE, Aizen doesn't stick around to actually finish off the captains- he bolts to the living world AGAIN and shuts the portal doors behind him.

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Now that we know that Aizen is mostly smoke and mirrors who is desperately trying to stay alive until his godhood hax kick in, his pattern of avoidance of real threats reveals something interesting:

It's funny that you mention him being afraid of Yamamoto because I think he is afraid, but not of Yamamoto. Aizen doesn't want anyone to think he's scared of anything, but it's better you think it's Yamamoto than The Actual Problem. If you ignore everything Aizen says and just look at how close he's willing to even let other captains get to his person, there is one captain he's TERRIFIED of above all others.

He spends exactly one scene in the same room with them, and only when he knows the meeting is ending early.

He absolutely refuses to taunt them- in fact, they're the person he spends the most time trying to convince that he is actually dead.

When confronted by the various captains, he glaots a bit and then tries to kill them- except one, whole monologues at exactly long enough for Gin to cause a distraction, and then DIPS. He even cuts his big monologue at the execution grounds short because this Captain is incoming.

When the finale of the winter war begins, Aizen makes a point of not being in the same dimension as this captain, and when they're approaching, he leaves for the living world.

Again and again and again, there is one captain, one person, that Aizen stays far, far away from:

Unohana.

I don't think this is intentional on Kubo's part, (unless it's severely underplayed foreshadowing which is a shame) but given how kubo treats his female characters and how he doesn't really seem to understand what a doctor does, I think Aizen's pattern of staying the hell away from Unohana is accidental, but it's my fic and I can have it be on purpose because it reveals some truly delicious motivation and interaction.

1. AEIWAM!Aizen (and to a similar extent, canon!Aizen) regularly squanders perfectly good resources or chances to fix the inequities of soul society because he's too far up his own ass to see the forest for the trees. One of the cheif blindspots he has is his rampant misogyny. Aizen regards the relationship between Gin and Rangiku as that of child and toy. He treats Momo as a disposable tool instead of recognizing she was the one who got closest to actual killing any of the other captains. He seems to think the royal guard themselves will be easy to deal with- possibly because the only one he ever knew in person was Hikifune, and it is so, so easy for a man like him to wildly low all the power and competence of someone like her. He rambles about the hollows having no inner life, but notably it's Hallibel that triggers this rant. It NEVER occurs to him that Orihime herself could be a problem - she's just a toy to take from Ichigo.

Aizen, simply put, does not think of women as people. He disregards the interiority of everyone around him, really, but ESPECIALLY the women around him.

...but this kind of objectification cuts both ways. Like most bigots, his inability to think of certain humans as people means he is also prone to greatly inflate the damage they can do in his mind until they become supernatural entities. "The Enemy is both pathetic and omnipotent" is an important basis of victim complexes, and Aizen Loooooves being the victim, so it makes PERFECT SENSE that his personal Boogeyman is none other than the woman he knows entirely as the quiet and dutiful doctor who has never set foot in battle but that all the older shinigami seem strangely eager to placate. Unohana is pathetically weak, so far as Aizen can tell, yet seems to effortlessly command the respect he so desperately craves. No wonder she lives rent-free in his head.

2. ... Ironically, Aizen is right about her. In canon, Unohana's past as the first kenpachi is not a secret, just largely forgotten. In AEIWAM, it's an actual secret because the Gotei-13 is playing a much more fraught game with the C46. Aizen genuinely has no idea she used to be captain of the 11th, so the weird bloodthirsty edges that he sometimes sees to her reiatsu, and the respect she commands with the other (smarter) captains is baffling.

In truth, Unohana is every inch the monster she was as a kenpachi as she is a medic. Flesh is hers to command and her willingness to cut and sculpt it to her desires hasn't changed- she is just now also capable of healing and reviving it into shape as well, which is much, much worse.

I haven't decided exactly how much Aizen knows about her by the time of his betrayal, but at least on a subconscious level, I think Aizen knows that Unohana is punching in a league well above most of the captains, if not above the old man himself at this point, and his inability to think of her as human means he is unable to assign human motives to her like most of his victims, so she appears terrifyingly unpredictable.

3. Even if it's a secret, some of the captains know, or have guessed. She was still Kenpachi when Shunsui and Ukitake started at the academy. Soi Fon is responsible for handling some of soul society's most sensitive information. Zaraki got his ass handed to him by her and has been in love ever since. Rangiku looked into giving blood once and realized that the most of donors to transplants didn't add up and the meat had to be coming from SOMEWHERE and oh wait that would explain everything huh.

There's a fun bit of play, I think, between the captains who knows Unohana is more than she at first appears, and the ones who haven't gotten a clue yet.

I may have wandered off topic.

MY POINT IS: Aizen doesn't kill captains when it makes tactical sense for him to do so because he is not capable of doing so. His whole strategy relies on not getting killed before he gets his godhood and up until he does, he's running like a rat.

Poor bastard.

If only he knew what was in store for him when he got there.

I did not care at all for Aizen Sosuke when I first read bleach. I found him boring, and worst, unthreatening.

So it's pretty jarring for me that I have been OBSESSED with him in your AU. I'm rotating him at great speed

Walt Disney was a jackass who was flat-out wrong about a lot of very important things, but he employed a great many geniuses of storytelling, and there's a piece in Disney Animation: The Illusion of Life by Frank Thomas and Ollie Johnson that discusses a key feature of Disney Studios Character Design:

"Of all characters, villains are the most fun to develop because they make everything else happen. They are the instigators, and always more colorful than the Hero. They may be dramatic, awesome, insidious or semi-comic, but they MUST be appealing. Almost any story becomes innocuous if all the evil is eliminated, but we do not necessarily gain strength by being frightening. we want a character that will hold the audience and entertain them, even if it's a Chilling Type of Entertainment."

And I've found that to be an important principle of character design, especially the kind of canon restructuring I do.

Aizen had a LOT going for him in canon- for all of Bleach's other faults, Aizen's conspiracy and THE REVEAL are spectacularly constructed and executed. I legit screamed and threw my mug across my dorm room when I read it in the manga the first time. He's also conventionally attractive and the translations I was reading gave him the speech patterns of Every Douchebag In Your 101 Political Theory Who Thinks He's The Smartest Man In The Room, which made him a terrific combination of Unfortunately Charming, Menacingly Competent and Engagingly Obnoxious.

...But he falls flat in a few key places.

Aizen's reasoning could be MUCH more sympathetic- After all, he is RIGHT. Soul Sciety does suck ass and all the options kind of suck. Who designs a universe like that? An asshole who needs killing, that's who. The best kind of Unhinged Madmen are the kind who spell out their reasoning and you realize that there but for the grace of Not Having Super Powers Go I. Canon!Aizen makes a few Good Rhetorical Points, but seems to lack any personal connection to his all-consuming plan.

Another issue is that nearly every villain with A Plan has a clear end goal AND a lot of the menace is drawn from the fact that the plan *could* work. Aizen's plan for betraying the court guard and then killing them off before proceeding into the Royal Realm to Kill God sorta falls apart when it's clear he planned to use pretty much all his accumulated forces dealing with the court guard and doesn't seem to have a plan for the Even More Powerful Royal Guard, let alone God. For how meticulously planned the rest of the plot is, the last two VERY IMPORTANT steps are just handwaved.

So I sat down and started with the plot beats Aizen MUST hit, and tried to imagine what kind of guy would he have to be to get there? And I came up with this:

Sosuke Aizen is a fundamentally good man with genuinely good intentions who is really trying his best for the whole world.

Think about it- what lengths would you NOT go to if you think you found a genuine shot at Fixing Everything Wrong With The World Forever? We all talk about killing Hitler if we found an actual Time Machine- would you do it if your only chance was when he was a baby? Would you kill an infant if it meant you could stop World War II before it starts? Of course you would! One small life for over 75 million? You'd be insane not to! What if you found out that you could prevent the future extinction of Humanity by killing your best friend today? Ten Billion lives? For theirs? It's simple, really- Hell, it's your Moral Obligation to do that if you were SURE!

-And Aizen IS sure. He is absolutely, totally, completely sure that He Can Save Everyone if he just gets rid of that idiot sitting on the throne of heaven. He's seen the plans! He knows where the gate of heaven is! It's So SIMPLE he just has to get inside, and he knows EXACTLY how to do it, yes it'll be hard and there will be... unpleasant parts but. IT. WILL. WORK.

He is of course, insane.

Aizen didn't have One Bad Day that set him irrevocably on the path of madness. It was a succession of catastrophic disappointments and realizations that he was living in a fundamentally irrational world that made irrational thinking look sane. The Catastrophe that befell his family, working for the central 46 and later the court guard and seeing how the organizations were inept to the point of abuse or corrupt to the core, learning that The Actual House Of God is a place he can just? Go to? Anyone would start thinking you were just a handful of white lies and homicides away from Fixing Everything, Forever.

Not only is Aizen insane, he is nowhere near as smart as he thinks. He is smart- He does have a knack for being able to guess just what will spur someone to action or make them recoil in fear. But mostly he gets extremely lucky Many, Many, MANY times. On some level I think it gives him Confirmation Bias that this is what he's supposed to be doing. Aizen is also nowhere near as smart as (nearly) everyone else thinks he is. His bizarrely good luck makes him look like a hyper-competent genius when really it was really the catastrophic failure of Soul Society as a Society that let a merely mediocre conspirator to evade detection for so long.

Being that he is at most, mediocre, he had to have Outside Help, specifically Gin's emotional support and Tousen's Competence- and if there's a part of the fic that stays true to canon, it's this.

Gin is Aizen's emotional rock in Canon. He's the ONE guy that Aizen genuinely trusts, and considers his 'my only real partner' in his scheme. There's more than one occasion in the manga where Aizen more or less asks Gin "Is this actually a good idea?" and Gin backs him up every time.

...Which is more than a bit at odds with Gin's later stated goal of "I did all this to kill you at your most vulnerable to protect rangiku" . It never rang true to me. So I started thinking why on EARTH Gin would be backing Aizen up like that, and realized there was a hole in my world building that he slotted into nicely :)

On the other hand, the entire fic was started because I didn't like how Tousen's character arc ended, so you can imagine how much he's changed.

But in canon, TOUSEN DOES ALL THE FUCKING WORK.

Lab work? Tousen.

Supervising the arrancar directly? Tousen

Actually getting victims for the Hogyoku experiments? Tousen.

Altering all the archives to keep Aizen's plot hidden? Tousen.

Sending all the Orders allegedly from the central 46? Tousen.

Making sure Unohana believes Aizen's fake body is real? Tousen.

Managing all the day-to-day operations at Las Noches? Tousen.

There's even this little exchange, which is Tousen's first appearance in the Manga:

Aizen establishes this entire meeting is a little fake-out a few pages later with "now isn't that a convenieint time for the alarm to go off?"

which makes him look like he's investigating, but he's also going "Good job on disrupting everyone with the alarm Gin!" It's ballsy of Aizen to do a check-in on his plan with his main nemesis in the room, but also his style.

I think the same thing is happening here with Tousen. To make sure Ukitake wouldn't raise a huge fit about the proposed execution of his beloved lieutenant, which might fuck everything up for Aizen because Ukitake is one of like, three people Yamamoto will listen to (sort of).

...So he had Tousen poison Ukitake to keep him out of the way.

ALL. THE. FUCKING. WORK. It's even in his name! The characters for "Tousen" Refer to a legendary scholar the emperor of China sent out to discover the secret of immortality- only to kill the scholar when he returned with that secret. The character for "Kaname" means "Necessary/Vital/keystone" or "to organize/take account of". His name LITERALLY means "Scholar who is essential for the plan (that we're going to kill later)"

Another thing Kubo did well in Bleach: his name game is Off The Fucking Charts.

-but I digress.

In AEIWAM, it's much the same only this time Aizen sees this very dangerous witness who is immune to his illusions but also extremely snart and capable young man and instead of risking being caught out by the one damn guy who can see right through him, opts to Curse Kaname into doing as Aizen says, and doing all the fucking work of this conspiracy against his will.

It's Not Nice, but Aizen genuinely thinks he's doing Kaname a favor by subjecting him to this degrading and incredibly painful servitude- I mean, Aizen's only other option was to Kill him to keep his silence, and isn't it wonderful that you get to help fix the universe? You're the one always going on about Justice, I don't understand why you didn't jump at the chance to mete out some Divine Justice.

An Excerpt from the captain's meeting in between the Massacre that made the visored and Zaraki's arrival, when Kaname realizes Yamamoto is 100% serious about his promotion to captain of the 9th and goes to throw up in the garden. Aizen offers to go check on him while Unohana very politely reads the general the riot act:

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"You broke your toy Aizen." Kaname coughs.

"…I really am sorry for running you ragged like this. I really shouldn't have gotten so mad about you hiding the the hogyoku- it was very petty of me." The bastard sighs, taking off his glasses and rubbing his face, entirely genuine.

Kaname stayed on his hands and knees, weaving slightly as another wave of nausea flowed through him, powered by disgust and rage.

"How about this- I've got a lot coming up with the new job, training Gin and disposing of Kiganjo- So how about I promise to not give you any orders for a while? You will have to keep our arrangement a secret and not interfere, of course, but other than that, you're free to do as you please for- a year and a day is traditional isn't it? No, that's not going to heal by then- Oh, would you look at that!"

Kaname didn't have the strength to offer his usual rebuttal that he won't look at anything, ever. The sides of his head tingle like his skul was being pressed between two enormous hands made of static electricity.

"It's 11:11! Alright, I won't give you any Orders until 11:11 am on November 11th, 1911. That's easy to remember! What do you think?" Aizen continued cheerfully, patting his back and the Curse nails.

"…I can't." Kaname groaned. He could scream if he had the energy, but due to Aizen's Illusions, nobody would hear him. "I actually physically can't think. Please…"

"Of course! You really are such a help to me, it would be a shame to lose you. I'll even amend our contract, so you don't get paranoid-" There was a sizzling sound and a new stroke of hot pain up Kaname's spine as Aizen did something to the wretched Bakudo. "There. No compulsions for eleven years and a day. What do you say?"

Kaname grimaced, but dropped his head. Save the energy to fight another day. "…thank you, Aizen-sama."

"Good man! Let's get you on your feet." Aizen beamed, putting his glasses back on and offering him an arm.

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He genuinely thinks that he's doing everyone a huge favor and if they don't get it it's because they're just not smart enough, but it's alright, He's a Benevolent God and they'll appreciate all his hard work the next time around :)

Aizen is a man who is FULL of joy. He loves what he does! He actively takes pleasure in it! And I think that's something that REALLY delivers in terms of sympathy AND horror for him. Who *Wouldn't* have a great time actually fixing the universe? He's a good man who enjoys doing good works, and this is the greatest work of all!

It also Delivers on the Horror when I get to write the deliciously fun scenes where Aizen is Elbows-deep in a novel War Crime and waxing poetic about how GREAT this is, or being confused why the people around him are reacting with fear. Don't you want to make everything better too?

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

It always starts with a touch.

When they were children Gin would at often times, in the wee hours of the morning, run his fingers over the length of Rangiku’s arm. It was a whisper of a touch; hardly enough to stir her from her slumber but that was the point. He didn’t want to wake her, when he’d silently slip out from under that tattered old rag of a blanket and leave their little hut in search of food, water, the necessities that they so desperately needed.

Though, there were a few times when his fingertips would linger just long enough, or graze over her skin with a bit too much pressure and Rangiku would shift, awaken and rub the sleep from her eyes and find him watching her. She’d roll over then, wrap herself up against him, and fall back asleep. Then, Gin wouldn’t leave, he’d lie back down with her, making sure her slumber was peaceful and simply wait till morning.

Touch has a memory.

It was their secret communication in those years when they were separated by barracks and duty. Their time was always short and Rangiku struggled with it more than Gin, he could see it in her eyes. It was a hard adjustment going from being with someone constantly to having to schedule fifteen minute meetings – or if they were lucky, lunch breaks. So they found other ways like changing their routes to cross paths when running reports. Still, they were fleeting moments.

She had initiated it, Gin had stressed that they couldn’t be so open with their affection – he had a professional presence to maintain after all �� so she had crafted a way to let him know she was thinking of him without letting anyone else see. When they exchanged those false reports, just to get a few minutes in each other’s presence, she’d always press her thumb lightly into his palm before allowing it to trace up the length of his hand. Each time he felt it, his breath would hitch in his chest, his smile would be genuine – only for her.

One’s touch could be intoxicating.

It was completely unreasonable to think that they could go through life without one another – even Gin’s adamant determination broke down after enough time. They just couldn’t be reckless, careless – they had to be careful. It wasn’t just his career on the line – it was hers as well – or so he told her.

Those fifteen minute meetings that they had in their first few years in the Gotei now became fifteen minute – more like twenty, who were they kidding, half hour – rendezvous. He’d tell her to find him down some hallway of the Fifth, hidden in a little enclave or in an empty office. His hand reaching out from seemingly nowhere, coiling around her wrist and pulling her in against him; they’d hide in the shadows and those touches weren’t at all innocent.

They were intimate but muted by layers of dark fabric; still, there was always a sensation that ran the length of her spine when his hands would grip her hips, their interlocked lips muffling any escaping whispers. He hated to admit that her touch drove him insane – when her palms pressed against his chest, or when her fingers would slip beneath the fabric and dance along his torso, when she’d push the boundaries with a coquettish tease of letting her fingers slip below his waistband. He’d stop her then, hand coiling around her wrist, whispering for her to come to his room later that evening for them to pick up where they left off. She was often left flushed; lingering a moment or more in the shadows till it was safe for her to escape.

In truth they had taken their relationship to the next level years prior – but then it had been a one off thing. It had been a mistake – at least that was what Gin had told himself at the time. They had grown up together, their bond, their relationship and friendship was a blurred line. It was natural for them to be attracted to one another, first loves and all that. Perhaps they thought their magnetism would dissipate once their world expanded beyond that little clearing – but it hadn’t. Honestly, for Rangiku it had grown more. No one came close to Gin, they all paled in comparison. It had been when he had tried keeping her at arms’ length, those innocent grazes of her fingers against his hand in passing – he had told himself it was enough, that it could only ever be enough – but she clamored for more.  

She had waited for him one night, outside the Fifth, as twilight settled in. He was the last to arrive back to the barracks, surprised to have found her there. He saw the flush on her cheeks, she had been drinking – and thinking – a deadly combination. She had approached him then, as if waiting for the exchange of those fake reports but there was no document in her hands, instead her palm and fingers brushed over his wrist, across his palm, fingers interlocking with hers. Maybe it had been her eye contact, the fierceness in her brilliant blues but he had felt weak. The same weakness he had felt the first time she had snuggled up against him as kids. The same weakness he felt when he thought her at night when he went to bed alone. She was his weakness – and yet, his greatest strength.

He hadn’t even realized she was kissing him, how feathery soft her lips were, how she brushed them over his in a barely there way.  But once he had felt that touch, once her hand had gripped his side, slipped over his shoulder, and she had pressed against him – there was no going back.

To touch can be to give life.

His fingers glided over the curvature of her waist, the first rays of light beginning to creep in between the cracks in the blinds. How reminiscent it was of his childhood habit. His palm cups her hip; a simple flex of his wrist initiates her roll over. She’s already awake, a sly smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she shifts under the soft bed sheets closer to him.

It’s a complex dance that they’ve both mastered over the course of a century. She’ll slide gracefully to the right; he’ll slither to the left. Her arms wrap around his neck, inviting him closer, his arm encircles the dip at her back, rolling for her to be under him, his hips straddling hers. Even masters of their arts will still bump knees, step on toes here and there – but then they’re the only ones who notice. They do say practice makes perfect after all.

They’ve spent years memorizing their bodies. He knows the slight ticklish spot behind her knee, which always causes her to squeal and slap him when he purposefully touches her there. Or the soft dimple in her lower back. He’s memorized the curve of her waist, the suppleness of her breasts, and the firmness of her thighs. He knows just where to cup her rear, hoist her hips, how to hit her personal pleasure points so that her back arches and she’ll let out the softest moan.

She’s learned every skin of his skin, and it was a complex one to learn – for over time new chapters were constantly being written in the shape of soft mars and scars. Her fingers and palms would traverse the length of his body with her lips in hot pursuit, rereading every story. His lean, yet muscular form had many hidden secrets over the years – but she was determined to uncover them all. His soft spot was his neck, it had started with a flinch when she had nestled in against him, a reaction she hadn’t expected from him. She had provoked it then, kissing, nipping, till she had gotten the response out of him that she wanted. It might have been the closest thing to a moan that she’d ever hear from him, but the way his fingertips had dug into her ass at her teasing, she knew she had discovered his sweet spot. There were others, but she’d take those with her to her grave.

We touch each other’s lives simply by existing.

She had been awake for a few minutes, aware of his presence beside her. She had felt him shift, perch up on his elbow and gaze at her in the soft morning light. He hadn’t touched her yet, but she felt his gaze linger, racking over her shoulders, down her back, over her side, up her hips and disappear down her legs hidden in the tangled sheets. Perhaps they had grown careless, reckless with their affection over time – their relationship may have been the worst kept secret in the whole of Soul Society – but even the rumor mill didn’t suspect that they did at night behind their closed apartment doors. At least, she hadn’t heard anything remotely close.

She had felt his coaxing touch, he wasn’t necessarily looking to ask for her permission, but rather announce his intent – one that she gladly welcomed. They had shifted so effortlessly, picking up where they had left off from the previous night. Their bodies tangled in the bed sheets added a few extra movements to the start of their dance that normally progressed smoother than this. Their lips first coming together as his hand firmly gripped her thigh, fingertips dimpling the flesh on her ass, as he came to her. It was only the gasp against his lips that announced his entry, she felt him smirk against her lips, before he began to move within her.

It’s a flicker of a thought that he’s gentler this morning than he was last night, but it could be that he is still somewhat spent from their romp the night before – they had practically exhausted themselves – and it was a blessing they were even awake at this hour.

Her arms tighten over his shoulders and around his neck, drawing him down closer to her as her lips break from his to search for the elusive soft spot on his neck. He certainly can sense what her endgame is what her play might be and he’s quick enough to slip free. He braces himself with an arm against the wall above her, his rhythm beginning to quicken. She can’t help but flinch, her hips buck for a moment, the arch in her back rising as she fails to hook a leg around his thigh on the first attempt. Damn sheets, but the second time she manages, and since they’ve logged enough practice hours at this she’s able to reverse their positions without so much as a few second lag in the rhythm.

It isn’t unusual to see Gin’s normal smile slip from his features when she manages to steal the upper hand from him for a few moments, but there isn’t a frown this time, a more amused, genuine smirk graces his features as she begins to regain the same rhythm he had before. His fingers grip her hips, hard – harder than normal – and she’s forced to brace against his shoulders. A gasp even slipping from her lips between the soft pants of baited breath; now she recognizes that smirk of his. He wanted this, wanted her to try and secure the upper hand, he wanted her to antagonize him to this point. She can’t escape him or his hold on her hips. He shifts, forcing himself up into a seated position as he slips an arm up her back, cupping the back of her head, drawing her in against him. He’s a master at this craft; he’s a master at her body.

Her arms snake around him, they fit together like two puzzle pieces now more than ever, her nails digging in against his skin – he’ll have scratches there later, luckily she’ll be the only one to see them. He’s even beginning to pant now, it isn’t just her losing her breath with each thrust; he is too. He’s drawing her in, closer, closer – her cry is silent at first but then rips through the air. Muffled only by her presence of mind to bury her face into the crook of his neck, to let his chest absorb the pleasurable cry – he continues to hold her breathless himself.

For a moment, the silence hangs around them; the only sound is that of them each attempting to catch their breath. Slowly, they detangle from one another, arms slipping over and under sweat kissed bodies as she manages to snag the bed sheet to drape around her exquisite form as she rose from the bed on weakened knees.

His lids cracking ever so slightly to watch as she retreats towards the bathroom, draped like a Greek Goddess in his bed sheet. His head lulls back against the wall behind him, his signature smile having yet to replace the contented genuine smile that only a romp with Rangiku could craft on his features.

To think, it all started with a touch.

“Touch me when I ask. Touch me when I am afraid to ask. Touch me with your lips, your hands, your heart, your presence in the room.”

[godkilller]

[ Apologies if this has been asked before, but why do you think Gin chose not to let Rangiku in on why he always acted the way he did on the outside (why he adopted his sly fox-like persona to the Gotei and Aizen) and chose to deceive her as well? How do you think he weighed out the two options of telling her or not telling her, and what do you think prompted him to choose the latter? Also, do you think that he thought it would be better the way he went about it? Why? ]

          As always, you ask an excellent question—-that has multiple levels of answers, really. This can be broken down into bits and pieces, but I don’t want to get too lost in my own words (hopefully I still don’t) so I’ll do my best to explain. And, as always, thank you for your engaging and interactive questions that help me further flesh out my favorite character!

          Gin made his Terrible Life Choice ( #1 ) when he was a child. He involved himself in the business of avenging, in the business of Aizen’s interests, when he was a mere kid. To Gin, he had just declared war against perhaps the strongest and most cunning Shinigami in all of Soul Society. No one else knew of this man’s criminal activities ( or worse, they didn’t care enough to stop him, OR couldn’t even hope to try ) which lead him to the path of secrecy he took. Anyone could be a pawn of Aizen’s, or indifferent to the pain he was causing—-Gin couldn’t just run around and tell anyone about the connection he made, about what he was doing. It’s not that he didn’t trust Rangiku to keep a secret, it’s that he didn’t want her to. Not only would it be entirely taxing as well as outright dangerous for her to know the evil dwelling within the Fifth Division, but it would also make her stuck in the middle–thanks to Gin, indirectly, involving her.

         Imagine if Rangiku knew Aizen planned to betray Soul Society. Now, Rangiku must somehow run alongside her captain as Toshiro questions who murdered Aizen, slanders and outright fights Gin, and then barges in on the slain Central 46. She’s a great liar, she knows how to manipulate–but the strain of having to pretend to be oblivious, to want to tell others for their own safety, out of duty, would be absolutely unfair to inflict upon her. Not only that, but Rangiku is ranked as a lieutenant, she cannot stand up to a captain no matter her skills and strength. Why would Gin feel compelled to place her within Aizen’s crosshairs via telling her any portion of the truth when she’s so ill-equipped to defend herself against who he’s now essentially spying on to relay that truth to her?

          Why give Aizen access to his own personal ‘weakness’? Gin learned of Kyoka Suigetsu’s weakness when he was still just a boy. He knew, after a few decades, exactly how to bring down Aizen Sosuke and all of his grand power. To relay even a whisper of what he was told in privacy, in genuine trust, by Aizen who has also shown he is capable of spying on others via illusions of invisibility would be to condemn the listener to Aizen’s wrath. It’d get them both killed, and that’s far too high a risk especially since now all Gin needed to do to kill him was achieve a Bankai worthy of slaying another captain. That would take… maybe another few decades–that’s it, then he’d have his ammo. Why destroy his chances by leaking information to the one person he cares for, potentially blow his ‘cover’, get her killed, get himself killed, when he could just play patient and wait?

          There’s a reason that Aizen didn’t realize the depths of Gin’s care for Rangiku—-to hold her as far away from his deeds as possible allowed him to remove her almost ENTIRELY from the line of fire. Aizen never once contemplated using her, like he used so many other loved ones vs each other for his gain, against Gin. Gin was able to lie to Aizen’s face about having killed her and Aizen merely hummed, interest piqued, at the fact that she could have possibly been a friend.

        Gin adopted a persona, that’s true, but the Ichimaru Gin the audience was introduced to in light of Rukia’s arrest and upcoming execution was actually an admitted act to draw suspicion towards him to otherwise distract the Gotei 13 whilst a very alive Aizen operated within the slain Central 46′s headquarters. It’s shown that throughout the ‘Rescue Rukia’ arc, Gin’s actions are conveyed as not normal for him. Rangiku and Izuru knew something was off ( as well as Yamamoto, technically, who called for a captain’s meeting to specifically question why Gin had engaged with and allowed the invaders to survive—-when every captain in the room knew he was more than capable of handling a few kids ) because he was, quite literally, ‘out of character’ to them. Rangiku spends the entire arc distressed, wondering what was going on that he wasn’t telling her.

          The persona we know as the audience became obvious as Gin’s go-to for once he betrayed Soul Society, almost in mirroring parallel to how Aizen dropped his ‘kind’ act once he left the Gotei 13 as well. Only the audience is to believe that Gin had always been disliked, he had always behaved in such an evil, outright cruel manner. With character books out and reflections given in Tite’s own words, Gin was a beloved captain. He was kind to his subordinates and the worst he was known for was his occasional prank. Rukia disliked him for reasons, and the feeling was mutual ( briefly elaborated on in an answer to one of your lovely questions, actually! ) but otherwise Gin’s presence didn’t immediately bring distaste to his coworkers’ mouths. Gin acted the way we know him for when he first met Aizen. It’s safe to say that his persona was created specifically to lure Aizen into trusting him more–to portray himself as the vilest. That is also why, in his character poem, Gin mentions ‘becoming a snake’ or an otherwise monstrous person in order to achieve his murderous plot. To the point of twisting and marring himself past recognizable means for Rangiku, until the words ‘I love you’ became too tainted. It’s safe to say this persona of his was not meant for / was not often displayed for Rangiku in private moments, but that it certainly had its costs that Gin ultimately decided were worth it.

          Gin, in my opinion, must have gone through a brutal cyclone of back-and-forths concerning what to tell Rangiku, what to bite his tongue over, and so on. With time, with age, keeping secrets from her definitely got easier. But that wouldn’t dull the ache of feeling so foreign to the one person that should know everything about him by now; feeling isolated from her, standing right in front of her, most likely made him wish he could tell her everything. However, for the reasons I listed above, he’d always opt out. I think in the span of canon up until my canon-divergent verses, Gin has probably come close to telling Rangiku at least a portion of the truth about what he was doing twice. A burning argument as they were kids, a heartbreaking question of why and the desire to just give in. And then a well-aimed question, a moment of vulnerability, and mayhaps the presence of alcohol—-enough of a close call for Gin to fashion the answer behind a new shiny set of repressing walls.

          Rangiku’s safety and wellbeing, as well as the eventual return of her missing soul piece, would always, ALWAYS outweigh her feelings. Gin wouldn’t find himself too confused over his choice once he remembered that she was much more safe by not knowing. He for sure believed that was the ‘better’ choice, though he never concretely believed specifically that deceiving her was the ‘lesser of two evils’ etc. In the end, Gin weighed that her life was more important than his transparency with her.

          Now that he’s officially promised Rangiku some answers to that burning question of why—-Gin has to figure out how to phrase it. Aizen is locked away, Rangiku isn’t a little girl anymore; it’s no longer extremely dangerous to discuss openly, to be vulnerable, about her ties to the beginning of Aizen’s rise to power. The Hogyoku. Everything. Now it’s simply a matter of how prepared Gin is to navigate that minefield.

[glitterphuck]

As We Are

*These characters belong to Tite Kubo*

Momo Hinamori x Izuru Kira

*Rated M*

A calm and gentle breeze that has now become standard for the inhabitants of the seiretei, thanks to the efforts of the gotei 13 and especially Ichigo Kurosaki, swept past Momo Hinamori, lifting her shoulder length hair into her line of sight and rustling the fabric of her uniform as she looked down on some of her fellow shinagami from where she sat a few rooftops away, quitely observing her friends and superiors alike drink and playfully banter amongst themselves. It was usually like this now that Yhwach had been eradicated completely, and after witnessing and fighting against the power of the quincys most everyone became strong enough to protect themselves against such brutal, awful power. Which left the entire soul society fairly untouchable, these days it was rare to run into an enemy that could compare to one of the gotei's captain level officers. Evil, more powerful and twisted will always rise again, that was certain, but for now it remained easy, quiet. Quiet enough to get lost in your grief and thoughts on the past. Her friends keep her grounded for the most part but there are some times when she will catch a flash of unimaginable, crushing sadness flit across her dear friend Rangiku's strikingly beautiful features, when she had too much to drink and certainly too much alone time. She recoginized it because she wore it too, carried it on her shoulders and let it consume her when she was particularly weak, like right now. That's the reason momo had gone to the roof in the first place. There were a certain few that if you caught alone you could tell how wracked with unsolved trauma they were, one certainly being Rangiku. It was no secret that she loved Gin Ichimaru, he had died years ago by Aizen's hand and has undoubtely not recovered yet, and maybe never would.

The gotei suffered many tragic losses and even though over 10 years had passed momo wasn't sure that she'd ever completely be able to forget how important she felt thinking she was a vital part of her previous captains life, her absolute devotion to the traitor during his time as her squad leader, she gripped her elbows tight and was curling in on herself, ready to crumble, as she let out a shaky breath and knew with a certainty that was concrete, she would never let go of the bloody memories he inflicted upon her in the form of being ran through by his blade, the first time as he held her tight, patted her head gently, and murmured comforting words, the second and even more shocking being when he used Kyoka Suigetsu's ability to trade his body with hers and watched as her closest friend stabbed her through the chest in his place. The betrayal he inflicted upon everyone in the soul society was unforgiveable and she only saw the man as a traitor now, but knowing that he is alive and trapped in the deepest, darkest place Head Captain Shunsui could find never failed to rattle her system and make her stomach clench unpleasantly. Momo felt her eyes well with tears and tightened her already bruising grip on her arms as if she could forcefully hold herself together instead of bursting at the seams like she wanted to. 'This is getting me nowhere...' Momo thought sourly, scolding herself for having such thoughts. Aizen no longer has anyone in his slimy grip, that is the truth, yet she can't shake these feelings. No matter how strong she made her body, kido, or swordmanship through ruthless training with Captain Hirako, Toshiro, and even Nanao, her mind wouldn't catch up. It was unbearably frustrating but she was always told that everything takes time, and that seemed to be the truth considering how often she feels her friends suffocating in their own relentless barrage of despair. Her hold on her arms loosened and she sighed deeply, leaning back with her hands behind her, nails pressing rather harshly into the rooftop under her tired, small form. Her bleary, dark chocolate eyes slid shut and she allowed herself a long moment of several calming breaths, doing her best to bury the anguish and honestly succeding somewhat before a familiar spiritual pressure spiked behind her, knocking her out of her hazy, tortured mind. "What are you doing up here? People left hours ago." It was Izuru Kira, a long time friend of hers who coincidentally shares her pain of a captain who went against the Soul Society, Gin Ichimaru. Momo quickly stood and wiped at her eyes before meeting the taller man's questioning look. "Oh, Izuru-kun! I was just lost in thought...I didn't realize it had gotten so late." Izuru surprised her by taking a seat and patting the spot beside him, he always was a good friend and constantly showed her great kindness, so she took the spot without hesitation, glancing up at him after she was settled. His hair had been cut recently, something more similar to how he used to wear it in their academy days. It showed off piercing dark blue eyes that were as keen as they were mesmerizing, and strong features, she always thought he was handsome but now with some years on him, no longer fresh faced and aloof like when they first met so many years ago, but strong, scarred, experienced, lean muscle and slim limbs traded for a stronger, broader physique, sitting so close was nearly unnerving and it sent her blood rushing faster. A thin blonde brow arched and he gave her a ghost of a smile, "For hours? Must be some serious thoughts," he half joked. "Anything I can help with?"

Momo sat up straighter, gripped the front of her shihakusho in a nervous gesture and could feel herself wanting to open up to him, she did, but she also knew what dredging up the past was like because it followed her at all times like an always impending storm cloud, ready to rain at any moment, drenching her and throwing her back into the dark thoughts and the memory of steel searing with frightful ease through her thin, soft body.

Momo's dark eyes shot wide at the feel of a large, warm hand closing over her shoulder and giving a soft, concerned squeeze, her pulse thrummed again and she turned her shocked expression more open, a sad smile gracing her small but full lips. "Izuru-kun, I don't mind telling you...but I'm not sure it's something you'd be willing to talk about." Her gently curved mouth turned more sincere, genuinely worried for the man's feelings and not willing to push any unwanted conversation onto him. His hand gave one more gentle press, causing a warm tingle to dance down her arm, and then she watched as he removed it and let it drop back to his side. His fingers twitched and she distantly wondered if he felt the same thing...and kind of hoped he did. 'What in the world is going on with me?' Momo asked herself, still feeling a heavy warmth on her shoulder.

Izuru looked out into the dark sky and tipped his head slightly forward, a quick, harsh breath passing his lips as a huffed, insincere laugh. "So you're thinking of the past, then? We live extraordinarily long lives, Momo, 10 years is hardly much for us, it's not wrong to still feel betrayed. I know that I do." He turned his gaze toward her, eyes bright with something she wasn't sure has shone in them before, it felt intense and magnetic so she moved her focus to his chin, eying his strong jaw and a little further down to the man's thickly muscled neck and shoulders. A light blush dusted her cheeks and she decided that maybe not looking at Izuru was the better option. Why was she suddenly feeling like this? Momo then remembered that he had already tried to talk to her twice and she was so busy oogling him that she didn't reply, how embarrassing! "Ah, that's actually very helpful, it makes me not feel so weak to hear it that way, Izuru-kun." Momo placed her hands in her lap and kept her eyes glued on them, slightly afraid of the new feeling Izuru was giving her. She was no fool, she knew it was attraction...but why? And an even better question, why does the man beside her seem to be raidating heat and why the hell does he smell so good? She was also certain the look he was giving her earlier matched how she was feeling internally.

In a small airy voice Momo suddenly asked, "What helps you? How do you cope?" Izuru gave another small but genuinely more sincere laugh, "I don't think I have been coping." She felt him shift beside her, getting closer, so she looked up, into the eyes of a man she knew for sure she was attracted to and swallowed hard. When Izuru spoke next her cheeks flared and a shudder wracked her lithe frame because his voice dropped to a low, heated tone, rasping as if his throat was raw, "But maybe we could help each other, Momo?" She turned to fully face him, pink mouth slightly agape and she spoke without much thought, "Think so?" Her voice sounded high and shaky but she leaned forward anyway, intrigued and warm all over from his alarmingly molten words. Izuru's hand lifted slowly toward Momo's face, ready to lean in close and breathe in her sweet scent, learn how she tastes, but he gave her time to ask him to stop if she wanted him to, or to pull away, but she didn't. His hand reached her jaw and he caressed the soft skin gently before cupping the back of her neck and drawing her in close enough that she could feel his breath on her lips, temptingly close. Momo's already hooded eyes slid completely shut so Izuru wasted no more time and closed the last few scant inches between them and claimed her lips in an increasingly scorching kiss, she was pleasantly shocked and melted further into the blonde man, gripping the front of his uniform tight to keep him close. He moved his mouth against hers slower, and moved his hand to the base of her skull to grab ahold of silky brown tresses and tilt her head at a better angle for him to kiss her deeper, swiping his tongue across her bottom lip and gently pulling it with his teeth. A soft groan escaped Momo and she opened her mouth for him, sliding her arms around his broad shoulders now as their tongues touched hesitantly at first, sliding against the other. Izuru dropped his other hand to her hip and swiftly hauled her into his lap, a renewed heat filling his belly as Momo's soft pilable body settled against his, her hands reaching up to tangle in the man's blonde locks tightly. Izuru broke the kiss, panting. "Do you want this?" The heated tone was back and Momo's toes curled against her sandles. In a voice she didn't recognize as her own, too breathy and pleading to her ears an immediate, "Yes, oh god Izuru-kun, please." His impossibly blue eyes flashed dangerously and he used the hand still in her hair to tip her head back and lay kisses down the colum of her slender throat, sucking harshly enough at her pulse point to see an already blooming bruise, momo shivered at that and rocked her hips against his, hard. The hand on her generously curved hip tightened and he groaned into her neck, pressing back up against her and the friction was maddening, "Fuck," a rumbled sound from the back of his throat, "You are exactly what I needed, Momo." She couldn't help but to nod her head in agreement before pulling at the sash around her waist, a bright blush spread across her face, contrasting beautifully with her dark hair and the glossy eyed look she was giving Izuru. 'I want you now, Izuru-kun," she ground harshly against him again and shrugged the now loose fabric away from her shoulders, and then in an enormously husky voice, "Please." Izuru discarded his own shinigami robes with the help of the petite woman in his arms and then licked a scorching trail over her collarbone and slipping a large hand into the front of her underwear, almost immediately finding her sensitive nub and rubbing his thumb against it in soft, teasing strokes. Momo opened her mouth to tell him to hurry, to just screw her but Izuru silenced her would be pleas with a deep kiss, savoring her whimpers and tasting the sugary sweetness that is just undoubtedly, Momo.

Izuru burned hot at her eagerness while he slipped one long finger into her wet heat, kissing her harder in appreciation of how ready she was for him so after several slow, deep thrusts he added another finger and sped up his pace. Momo broke away from his lips, panting and beautifully red, chewing harshly on her bottom lip, moaning his name in choked, shaky segments. He only thrusted his fingers harder for it, able to feel how close she already was to coming undone around his hand and not able to deny her anything he inserted a third finger to make sure she was more than ready to take him. A few moments and several deep thrusts later Momo grabbed tightly onto Izuru's shoulders and shuddered against him, moaning high and long while he murmured naughty praise into her ear and kissed whatever skin he could reach.

After gathering her wits she sat up in izuru's lap straighter, fixing him with a loving but lustful look before diving her hand past his underwear to pull his erection free, Izuru shivered and his hot breath puffed against her cheek and ear. This time it was Momo to speak up, "Are you sure?" Izuru almost had the urge to laugh but instead he fixed her with a heated stare and did nothing else but firmly nod his head, not really trusting his voice at the moment. Momo placed one delicate hand on his shoulder to steady herself and used the other to line his erection up with her slick, hot entrance. She slowly lowered herself down and once he was completely buried in her tight heat she and Izuru both groaned and his hands went right to her hips, already feeling dizzy from the intense feeling of momo in his arms, and wrapped around his cock. Momo lifted her hips and cried out as she found a steady rythym for them, Izuru clenched his teeth and ground up into the beautiful woman above him everytime she came down on his erection, the friction had the both of them trembling and hissing with pleasure, momo being more vocal with high keens and rough groans against Izuru's heated flesh. He guided her movements with his hands on her hips and watched as her small but perfectly rounded breasts moved with the now fast paced, rough movement of their hips. Izuru leaned forward and took a puckered pink nipple into his mouth, wanting to draw more noise from Momo, he could never have enough of her now. Blinding pleasure was building in the pit of his belly suddenly and he wanted Momo there too, wanted her just as much out of her mind as he was, so he slid a hand between them and slicked his fingers against her clit in fast, harsh strokes and wrapped his other arm completely around her middle, pulling her impossibly tight against his firm, rigidly muscled body while he only fucked her harder, made her cry out louder. She lasted through a few more seconds of the deliciously brutal pounding before she went taut and gripped at Izuru for dear life, chanting his name as if he wasn't right there, buried to the hilt in her body. That was it for him, then. He only held her tighter to his chest and spent himself inside of her, stroking a soothing hand down her back.

They stayed like that for several long minutes before Izuru spoke up, "Momo?" She found his gaze and gave an adorable satisfied smile, "Hmmm?" He couldn't help but smile back, bright and genuine. "I think we can make eachother happy, if you're willing to give me a chance." Momo snuggled into him again, resting her damp forehead against his muscled form. "More than willing, Izuru-kun. I...I really want to be with you."