#he's ashamed of himself and takes it out on Renji Tumblr posts

[firebirdsdaughter]

I'm divided…

… I like Rukia getting something to do, I like the Kuchiki sibs plus their idiot, I like that she was allowed to hold her own despite this being a 2000s shonen manga, you know what I mean. Like for what it was many of the women in BLEACH made it through fairly well and I like that. I like Rukia being cool, I like her Bankai, I like it.

But at the same time… Like I get why it was her, and I like it, and I don't so much mind as… Well, I just kinda wish that Renji had gotten to kill As Nodt, since he was the one who actually had to watch Byakuya get maimed like that? Like obvi Rukia deserves a shot too, like I said, I understand it being her and I don't mind, I just kinda would… Also like to see a reality where Renji got to do him in.

Not necessarily in canon, bc yes, give Rukia more to do? Like I just want an au where Renji got him. Them. Finish what he tried to start before getting punted.

It's like I like the way it was and I wouldn't actually change it bc we always need more women being able to fight on their own, and I liked what was done. I loved Byakuya just showing up to get his bankai back and then leaving the rest to his sister, I love love love her getting Bankai.

I just. Want to see the version where Renji gets a go at him after having to watch that.

Like I don't want to write it myself, but I want it.

[cindol]

SHE GOT A WHAM… GYAT DAMN !

Black fem reader

characters included: connie springer, ino takuma, satoru gojo, suguru getou, renji abarai, sukuna ryomen

synopsis— y/n’s man really love her fat ass and have different ways of showing it.

tw— written in 3rd person(y/n is referred to as she/her), suggestive, smut,Spanish spoken(linda,grasa), connie is a white Dominican, ass slapping, ass eating, anal play, true form sukuna, sukuna has two dicks,

tagging— @ykimobessed @conniesdramaqueen @simpingfor-wakasa

a/n: tumblr pls don’t flag it this time !!

CONNIE SPRINGER

Love showing his appreciation for her ass by kissing it. When y/n and connie are just watching tv lazing around with him laying on her ass hell lazily kiss it. It makes her giggle and try to shoo him away with her hand but he just continues.”just showing appreciation for the best fucking ass I’ve ever laid my eyes on baby.”

At random when she’s kicking her feet laying on her stomach on the couch scrolling through Tiktok he grabs the opportunity to slap her ass even through your jeans making you gasp and pout at him. He just does a mischievous grin.”I’m sorry baby, I can’t keep my hands off this big grasa y’know?” He grabs at the fat of her ass for full effect too.

He even has a pet name for her ass too. Whenever he’s just kissing and squeezing her ass he’ll giggle and mumble,”love my little linda..”

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He will sloppily make out with her own ass, literally. With her laying stomach down and ass up as she hugged a pillow. Rubbing his hands like a villain he’ll give her a playful ass slap before spreading her open with his two hands, looking at her wet hole and grinning.”Bon appetite as they would say right?” That makes y/n whine as she clenched the white pillow.”stop teasing con and fuckin’ dig in already.” He gave her another smack on the ass making her moan.”don’t rush a critic baby.”

His tongue came in contact with her asshole making her whimper at his wet muscle on her hole. As he gripped her ass cheeks tonguing her out, he gets real sloppy with it. His whole mouth is practically kissing on her hole, making it sloppier as he makes audible groaning and moaning noises himself kissing it, chasing after her own high.

INO TAKUMA

He already treats y/n like a fragile glass plate, so it’s expected of him to treat her ass with care. Always letting her wear his beanie while he gives her warm ass rubs on the couch. He hated seeing those “is my ass big?!” questions on tv so he would hate hearing it from his girlfriend’s mouth. When she begs the question while looking into their shared bedroom mirror he just looks up from his phone smiling and looking her up and down saying.”looks pretty nice and fat to me, just how I like my booties!” It makes her cringe but giggle.

He loves seeing her ass in skirts most of all, whenever she would bend down to grab something she dropped, a shivering sound nearly would come out his mouth.

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He’s an ass eater and not ashamed of it, once she tells him she loves a good munch he takes any chance to take a nice bite out of her. When they’re getting nice and comfy doing Netflix and Chill that’s when he plots his plan on her. When there’s a sex scene on the screen y/n just makes a soft giggle at it.”what’s so funny baby? They’re doing what we always do all the time” he said it with a smile making her giggle turn into a full laugh.

“Well they ain’t doing it right I’ll just say, girlie doesn’t even look like she’s enjoying being ate by him.” Ino hums with his hand rubbing her ass.” You think I can do better than that sleaze on the screen maybe?” Her eyes meet him while he has that lazy look and smile on his face while she giggles saying a little,”maaaaybeeeee..”

That dragged out maybe leads to her sitting on his face on their couch. She doesn’t resist either as she lays her pantieless ass flat on his face and smiles looking down at him.”jus’ lemme know when you’re readdyyyyy!” Her last word ended up dragged out once she felt his tongue inside her ass. The way his tongue slurped at her hole and his mouth getting sloppy made whimpers and soft moans erupt from her mouth as she gripped a heart pillow from behind her for leverage against her boyfriend’s powerful tongue. He was getting her soaking wet, getting her slick from top to bottom until he abruptly stopped making her pout and get up off his face once he tapped her thigh. “thought you were gonna show me how better you are than ol’ boy on the screen..” she teased but he said nothing in response.

All he did was take off his baggy sweater and black beanie, ruffling his hair a bit and letting out a curse.”damn sweater was too stuffy, can’t eat properly. Now c’mere.” He easily grabbed her by the legs making her gasp.

SATORU GOJO

he loves a girl with a nice rack but loves the wagon his girlfriend has on her. He’s always cracking jokes about her ass or making a whistle when she tries on some new jeans that fit on her ass just right. When she looks at him for feedback he pretends like he’s thinking with a hand on his chin while licking his bottom lip.”might need to cop a feel to see if it’s snug on there baby, y’know? Never know with these online companies and pants! I would know..”

He likes to do silly things with her ass, always slapping on each ass cheek like bongos making her snort and laugh.”you’re gonna bruise my cheeks doing this satoru!” He just does that devilish laugh he always does in response.”can’t help it, it’s like your cheeks are telling a story sweetheart.”

He likes watching things bounce off her ass too, it’s like watching the laws of gravity. He’ll have her laying face down while he bounces small little tennis balls off her ass like a game.

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Fucks your ass in doggystyle, loves him some anal. His ego grows 10x more larger as he slowly puts every inch inside his poor girl just to hear her shakey moans and “oh god!” and “satoru!” While he shushes her while petting her hair. He starts off with a slow pace and goes off on her reactions to his strokes.”hitting me so good..“ he smiles at that upping his pace inside her ass.”yeah? Want something a lil more up your speed baby?” She responded with a moan and head shake.

He thrust his hips up to a higher pace than last time.”like that?” She whines nodding her head as best she can and he takes that as an obvious yes, he does this game with her until they find the best pace and that’s when he gets to work. With one hand on her shoulder he would give her fast thrusts and strokes inside her ass. Her moans would reach a higher octave.”ah.. satoru..! Wait s-slow down I might..” He just continues making out a giggle when her moans turn into a short gasp when she comes.

Gojo pulls out slowly patting his poor girlfriends head when she looks so flushed and bashful after.

SUGURU GETOU

he likes seeing her in his clothing most importantly only his long white t-shirts. He loved to come into their kitchen when she’s cooking up a nice morning meal then the wide smile that comes on her big lips when she sees him.”breakfast almost done baby!” Saying that like he didn’t just fuck her stupid last night.

He’s a calm man but it’s so hard. When she’s cooking with the girls he has to clench his fists when he sees her in some short clothing and apron. These clothing are appropriate of course but when he sees her backside and ass it’s hard to keep composure as she giggle with the girls when they look back worrying about him.”don’t worry about papa baby, let’s just make yummy cupcakes for papa!”

He a great masseuse just as much as he is a great father meaning that he loves to massage every part of y/n. When she tells him her ass has been slightly sore he secretly loved it even though his calm smile didn’t show it.”come here dear, I’ll relieve some of that tension in your soft spot.” His massages on her ass are always so nice. His hands are so clean and makes her moan at how he treats her ass fat like dough.

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In the bedroom it’s a different story. He loved to rough her ass up with her given consent. With her laying flat across his lap on her stomach he would squirt cold lube on her ass hole making her gasp out and him make a warm smile.”ah relax dear it’ll get better in a moment I promise.” Once their was a good amount of lube he started to insert his fingers, fingering her hole to good enough pace to where she got a bit soppy and wet stopping making her whine and him hush. He grabbed the anal bead toy next to him adding it in her hole inch by inch making her moan with each inch entering her asshole.

He liked to flog her ass too, he hates seeing her cry in any other setting but seeing her teary eyes and gasp each time the flog would slap against her brown ass and how she let out many “oh god!” and “suguruuuu!”

RENJI ABARAI

he of course loves a fat ass, his mother would slap him on his mouth if he didn’t. Before he even started dating y/n when Ichigo introduced him to her he knew her being around him would be a problem.

He loved having her sit on him in a less sexual way and more in a laying claim way and never questions it. He always has a careless look about too, like when she just comes to sit on his lap while he’s playing a online game match with Ichigo and the others, he liked feeling the weight of her fat ass on his lap. He encouraged her to actually sit on him herself and flaunt him off. He liked aimlessly scrolling on his Instagram stories and seeing her story of herself sitting on renji’s lap while he napped on their bed.

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Renji may be a dumbass but he liked having her needy for him also, when given the chance he takes advantage of it actually. Seeing the needy look she was trying to control around their friends made him laugh. Rukia would laugh a little looking at y/n.”looks like you may have to use the number 2 y/n.” She shares a look with Renji for a second and then looks back at rukia laughing.”nah.. just cramps, you know how us women get right?” Rukia laughs along.

What they didn’t know was the fact he had her wearing a vibrating plug at a high 4.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

Having y/n as a new girlfriend showed him a lot about the new modern world and era, like more new technology and fashion. What he did notice was how y/n had a completely different shape than the women he usually would be around in the heian era and it interested him. He would always comment on y/n’s shape with his all 6 eyes looking her bounce whenever she strutted around the house. Without fail it always makes her gasp when he lands a sharp slap on her ass.”nice shape! If you were in my era tehy would’ve loved how fattened up you are in the ass era and boiled you and chopped you up into pieces to eat.” It makes her just pout but chuckle slapping one of his arms.

It amazes him how soft her ass feels too, he’s always been so use to the skinny women with pancakes back in his era so it’s a completely no feeling with brown soft ass.

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sex with him gets trippy. He always fits both dicks in both holes. While one is in her ass the other is making her pussy cream. When she starts to squeal is when he rolls his eyes and uses one of his hands to cover her mouth.”enough of that, don’t need your neighbor coming and discovering the monster you’ve been hiding in your house do you woman?” She makes a quick head shake making him laugh.”then shut up.” And quicken his pace in both holes again.

It’s so mean how he expects her to be quiet when he’s purposely trying to making her cum on both of his dicks

[muzansfangs]

thirst request ✨

i have always loved the concept of the reader secretly dating byakuya and teasing the hell out of him during work. thinking about how much the composed captain can take before he snaps 🤭

hes too pretty to not tease

Enough is as good as a feast.

Starring: Kuchiki Byakuya x f!reader; mention to Gin Ichimaru and Renji Abarai;

Format: drabble;

Warnings: vaginal sex, quickie, semi-public sex, brat taming, secret affaire, creampie, teasing the partner, jealousy, language, dirty talk, talk about wedding, dom!Byakuya, sub!reader;

Plot: You have recently been promoted Captain of the Third Division, filling up the position once belonging to your treacherous former Captain Ichimaru Gin. Exuberant for your achievement, you asked your fellow Captain and boyfriend to celebrate together and come out as a couple. Too busy to listen to your pleadings and still kind of reluctant to tell his comrades he had opened up his heart again, Byakuya tried to avoid you and suggested you to just meet up later that night at his Estate, safe from prying eyes. Your wild side, though, did not quite agree with his decision and you turned his day into a living Hell, until he decided you had truly crossed a line.

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The bulbous tip of your lover’s cock stretching you open unforgivingly brought tears of pleasure to your half-lidded eyes, already glittering in sheer pleasure and visions of ecstasy. You should have seen it coming. If you push a situation too far, something’s got to give. And sure enough, you were pinned up against the wall, thighs squashing your boyfriend’s narrow hips as he thrusted up into you with a stern expression plastered over his sharp features. His beautiful light-blue eyes, glazed over in frustration seemed greyish in the dimly illuminated alley you had been cornered to, as he took sharp intakes of breath.

“I wonder what got into your head. — he asked you through gritted teeth, watching in inward glee and immeasurable satisfaction the way your mouth fell ajar, while he roughly abused your pussy — A skimpy skirt as a uniform, tsk. You do realize decorum is important, when this is draped over your shoudlers?” he reprimanded you, tugging at your white Captain haori to emphasize his solemn words.

Seldom Byakuya Kichiki, the head of the prestigious clan of noble men and women serving the Gotei 13 for centuries now, had displayed such a lack of self-control. He felt ashamed of himself. His grandfather was probably scowling in disgust, staring down at him, wherever his spirit was. How was he supposed to repress his unbridled hunger for your flesh, though, when you had been swaying your hips so seductively before his eyes for hours?

Byakuya had even caught his Lieutenant, Renji Abarai, gulping in distress, when you had bent over his desk to strike up a frivolous conversation to simply punish him for having turned down your offer of throwing a party and spreading the news of your relationship among your friends and comrades. Not to mention how the lower ranks neglected their duties to leer at your form, snickering and murmuring dirty remarks about your ass. He had fought for his life in his own barracks, thanks to the tantrum you had thrown. He had almost committed a mass murder, killing the officers of his own Division for appreciating your curves so impudently in front of him. However, how could he even justify his jealousy if no one knew about your secret affaire? On the other hand, his cock throbbed so painfully in his hakama he had been forced to lock himself in his office and pretend to be swamped with piles of reports to check.

Frankly, you deserved such a rough treatment. He had been worshipping you since the day he had met you, kissing every inch of your body when you were warming his bed at night. Still, he always knew you had a sneaky side. How was it possible you had not been influenced by your former Captain, Ichimaru Gin, during the years spent at his service?

“He really taught you how to act like a prick, didn’t he? The jig’s up, darling. — he continued, perseverating his onslaught on your body by grasping you by your hipbones and impaling you onto his length — Dressing like that, acting like one of the girls from the brothels is unbecoming of my future wife” he firmly rebuked you, making your walls clamp down around his cock and earning a guttural groan from him.

Your mind went blank for a couple of seconds, your heels digging onto the small of his back as you cupped his smooth cheeks between your hands. Had he just let the words ‘my future wife’ escape his lips? Did he really mean it? You felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach and you let a breathy giggle leave your lips.

“You can’t be serious…” you whispered above his lips, but he stunned you in silence by rotating his hips up onto yours, deeply, the tip of his dick accidentally brushing your cervix.

Too occupied to endure the fleeting moment of pain caused by his action, you missed the resemblace of a soft smile on his lips. His words reached you, anyway, and when they did you milked him in your essence instantly.

“Marry me”.

Byakuya Kuchiki, a man who had even questioned his morals about the decision of dating another woman after years of mourning his deceased first love, was now about to make you his new official reason to be alive, to come back safe and sound after every mission, to spend the rest of your life by his side. A privilege you had not anticipated to happen relatively soon.

Byakuya grunted, a masculine ramble coming from deep within his chest, as he cradled you better in his arms. Your back was pressed against the wall, your now numb legs dangling at his sides, as you stared into his eyes as if you had just witnessed to the spectacle of a pouring rain in the desert. His cock came to an halt abruptly, his hot semen pumped out in thick ripples coating your insides in a whitish patina warming you deliciously.

He nipped at your jaw affectionately, your labored breaths mingling as he quickly checked the entrance to the cramped alley to assure himself no one had seen what had just happened between two people who should have incarnated the epitome of royalty and pride in battle. He would have definitely paid a visit to the shrine to ask his grandfather for forgiveness.

Once he let you down on your feet, you hastily retrieved your underwear from the pocket of your creased haori and made sure to waste no time in wearing them “If the offer is still on the table, my answer is ‘yes’, you know” you broke the ice again, your eyes gleaming in happiness while he fixed his pants and hummed softly, partially still dazed from the powerful orgasm he had just experienced.

The raven-haired Captain took a step closer to you, hand reaching down to grab your chin between his thumb and forefinger “I’m glad you won’t decline my offer in front of the entire Gotei, darling”.

You arched your eyebrow “The entire Gotei?” you quizzically inquired, watching him close his eyes to collect his thoughts before he replied.

“I intend to ask for your hand officially the next week. I would have loved to make it a surprise for you, but I am unfortunately unable to control myself around you. I’m sorry”.

You gaped, blinking a couple of times before wrapping your arms around his neck and stealing him a kiss he had not considered receiving all of a sudden. Your stolid man was sweeter than you had esteemed him to be.

“Shh! Don’t ruin the moment. My answer will still be the same, Byakuya Kuchiki. It’s a ‘yes’ now and so it will be for the rest of my life” you whispered and you could swear you had caught a glimpse of his lips curving into a timid smile.

All you knew was that soon enough nor you, neither him would have been forced to hide in the shadows anymore for you were his wife.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Oh, I made it kinda sweet… I think all those wedding I’ve attended mellowed me. Gosh, anyway, I hope you enjoyed this drabble. The next one will probably be one of the Shinji thirsts I have received. I needed some good Byakuya on my feed though.

Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Luce

TAGS: @sashi-ya (because I know you love this Captain) @villainsrtasty @noirfan12 @velaenaa @j-u-u-z-o

[m34gs]

A thought that isn't really an ask but made me giggle. An AU of our Saw AU where Ms. Yamada meets the Twst boys and they instantly stop trapping people lol. (She gives them the ��� look.)

OH. MY GOD. That is so perfect. Friend. I love your brain. Alrighty, let's talk about another AU of our AU!!

(for those confused, feel free to check out our Twisted Wonderland Saw AU in the pinned post here, and our multi-universe Bar AU on AO3 here)

Mrs. Yamada gives the boys One (1) disapproving look and their reactions are as follows:

Heartslaybul

Riddle - in tears because he has sorely disappointed the sweetest elderly lady he's ever met and he is So Ashamed. He needs a hug and a sweet treat.

Cater - is definitely ashamed but tries to laugh it off a little. He is totally caught by surprise when she gives him a hug and pats his head (he needed it though).

Ace and Deuce - on their knees begging forgiveness

Bonus, Trey, who does not participate in traps - he is baking in her kitchen and giving every single one of the others an "I Told You So" look :D (he does get a little scolded for not stopping them though)

Savanaclaw

Leona - he definitely gets a little pouty, like a child that knows he's been caught doing something he's not supposed to

Ruggie - Mrs. Yamada's look is a OHKO. How could he justify disappointing this sweet granny, who reminds him of his own?

Jack - ears down and tail between his legs while he apologizes

Octavinelle

Azul - he definitely tries to convince her a little bit, but Mrs. Yamada is having None of it. He is quickly defeated. And she makes him take a vacation because goddammit Azul you work too much.

Jade - he's surprised at himself, at how easily he wants to go along with what this elderly woman is asking of him. He needs 3-5 business days to reflect on this feeling and process it (it's guilt. the feeling is guilt.)

Floyd - Mrs. Yamada says "no more murders" and Floyd goes "Kayyy!😊😊😊" and proceeds to sit on her couch and munch on the cookies she gives him

Scarabia

Kalim - Kalim is instantly on-board. He has tea with Mrs. Yamada regularly. They discuss how to help Jamil be less vindictive.

Jamil - he's reluctant to stop but she convinces him and then Mrs. Yamada makes him sit on the couch and relax while her and Kalim cook something for him and at first he's all tense, but then when it's not a disaster he finally lets himself get some much-needed rest.

Pomefiore

Vil - would not dare turn down a request from such a sweet, kindhearted woman who dresses so nicely and speaks so eloquently. He would much rather have tea with her than do a trap anyway.

Rook - initially, he is a bit uncertain because he thinks there *is* some art to the traps (this is Rook, he finds beauty everywhere) but he does consider Mrs. Yamada's outlook to be rather beautiful too, so he does agree and he joins Vil and her for tea.

Epel - part of him wants to fight back (verbally) because he has Issues with Authority, but he also knows better than to defy an elderly lady when she gives him a disapproving look. And, he can show Mrs. Yamada his favourite apple pie recipe. :D

Ignihyde

Idia - at first, Idia pulls his typical Idia-move and mutters something under his breath about "annoying old ladies" but Mrs. Yamada has Excellent Hearing. She whacks him with her umbrella. He immediately repents (and he and Renji can bond over it later lol)

Ortho - he's on board if Idia is. In fact, he loves Mrs. Yamada. He sits with her and listens to all her stories about how life was for her growing up and he goes through photo albums with her and watches her do embroidery.

Diasomnia

Malleus - he does his best to impress upon Mrs. Yamada the importance of creating a better world for Yuu. Mrs. Yamada counters that there are other and better ways to protect someone. He can't exactly argue. That is that.

Lilia - Listen, Lilia knows a Powerful Entity when he sees one. Sorry, John, but he's not going up against Mrs. Yamada. Not today.

Silver - he follows Malleus and Lilia's lead, of course. He does make a very formal and proper apology to Mrs. Yamada.

Sebek - he argues initially, because who is this human lady to tell Lord Malleus what to do???? But he relents after (several) whacks from her umbrella. Then, since she bested him in a duel, she has his utmost respect and he praises her almost as much as he does Lilia and Malleus. lol.

Those are my thoughts! Please add yours, I'd love to see where we can go with this little thought exercise hehehe!💜💜💜

[kuronanox]

Something there - Renji Abarai

"It hurts right? You like her but she likes someone else." (Your Name) says as her and Renji walk behind Ichigo and Rukia as the two argued about something stupid they saw.

"No no!" He fluster back as she smirks and walks ahead of him.

Renji looks down when they walked ahead and sadly smile. She was right though. He always had a crush on Rukia but he knew her love was somewhere else out of his reach.

"I hate that your always right."

Even after years of being friends with Renji he never looked at her the way he did with Rukia. She was beautiful and enchanting, something she was not.

Sighing she laid on her barrack floor thinking about all the good memories they shared together. Renji was a goofy tsundere, a hopeless man.

She long for his touch and comfort but they were nothing but friends.

A soft knock came from outside as she covered her robe more and opened it slowly to see a familiar red head.

"What's up?" She says as he walks in with a bottle of sake and sit on the ground roughly.

"What's going on? You depressed again?!"

Renji shakes his head and pours her a shot and grins. "A little bird told me you had a rough day and was crying." He tells her as she rolls her eyes. "Hinamori!"

She sits across him in silence eyeing him and then takes the shot slamming it down on the table.

His eyes widen a bit as he chuckles and brings both hands up. "Woah woah someone did have a rough day."

"Oh hush don't act like you don't!" She bite back and looks away pouring a bit. "You know I'm an raging alcoholic aside from Kira."

Renji looks back at all the times he's drank with Kira and he sweats a bit understanding the dude did get drunk all the time when they go out.

"So what happen? I can be a listening ear."

"Nothing much just a few petty argument with some squad members and contemplating my life's decision."

Renji nodds his head and pours her another shot as she drank most the bottle ranting about her problems and how she needed a break from everything.

"Do you think it's best to cut off people in your life?" She then ask him with tiny eyes and a pink face. The alcohol kicking in as she was half drunk and half tipsy not thinking straight.

"Well last time I tried to we came back together." He laughs thinking back about Rukia's execution.

"She's beautiful and strong, she's independent and cute. I wish I could be her." (Your Name) sighs laying on the floor looking up on the ceiling feeling a bit sorry for herself.

"Ahh don't say that! You have your strong features too!" Renji defends as she laughs bitterly.

"She has everything...even him."

There was silence before Renji plopped up with widen eyes.

"You like Ichigo?! Oh god! Why him out of all people! Jesus (Your Name) I thought you had taste!"

Renji took 2 shots to that and shakes his head.

"Not him stupid." She says and leans on her elbow yawning as he blushes a bit.

"Kuchiki taicho! Hey hey I know he's a good looking man but that's her brother."

(Your Name) groans out loud and rolls her eyes. "Why is he so stupid?"

"Anyways! Your wrong."

There was a long silence between the two before he covers his face and blushes a bit falling onto the floor. "Me?!"

"Bingo! But hey this doesn't change our friendship. Don't think I'm sad about it. Even though I am." She closes her eyes letting the world spin around her.

"I'm so sorry I didn't know you felt that way. I wouldn't have made you feel this way." He apologizes ashamed he told her about his love life and how miserable he was.

"I mean it's cool, we are both struggling at something right." She shrugs and pours the sake bottle that happen to be empty now and she grits her teeth slapping it on the side.

"(Your Name) why didn't you tell me!"

"Because would that change anything? Would that change your heart to open up to me? To love me? No!" She yelled at Renji as her body trembled a bit looming over him with hurt eyes.

She places her hands on her hips after because it was silent in the room now. "It's getting late. Maybe you should go home now."

"Wait let me-"

"Just leave for now I'm not sober. I don't wanna say or do something I will regret."

Renji cleans the mess they made before leaving her barracks. "Good night (Your Name)."

She avoided all contact with Renji the past week and stayed away from the 6th squad as much as possible. "I can't believe I confessed to him! Ugh how stupid can I be!"

Kicking the floor she looked up to see Byakuya standing infront of her. "Kuchiki taicho!" She stampers as he nods his head.

"My lieutenant has been feeling down lately, please fix him it's affecting his work ethic."

She looks down embarrassed that the noble man could see that she had feelings for his lieutenant the whole time. "I'm sorry I don't know what you're talking about."

Byakuya doesn't say one word and walks past her as she gasp for air afraid of the nobles man presence.

Renji lays on the grass looking up to the sky, he truly felt bad for (Your Name) he always thought they were best friends and she was only being nice and felt sorry for him.

Renji knew she was an attractive women and he had only laid eyes on one women in his life. He was very closed minded but he knew he had options but never did he think it was one he would actually see a future with.

Yes he loved Rukia but he knew the longer he kept his heart there he would never feel happy and satisfied. She had her love for someone else.

Renji knew it was time to move on but he didn't want (Your Name) to feel like an second option.

"Ugh!" He yells frustrated with himself.

"Renji?"

He looks up to see (Your Name) her hair was flowing in the wind as she gave him a small smile.

"(Your Name)!" He says and sits up as she took her place besides him.

"You've been feeling down?"

"Not really."

She raised a brow and he looks away flustered that she knew his feelings from the start.

"That's not what I heard from Kuchiki Taicho."

"Oh great he basically snitched on me."

(Your Name) pokes his cheek and laughs a bit before turning away and getting up. "Whenever you're ready to answer me I'll be waiting."

Renji looks up and grabs her hand before she could leave. "I have my answer. I do like you a lot but please forgive me if it seems like you are an second options because you aren't. I just didn't think you would be into me like this."

Slapping his head he stands up and hunches over her. "Why did you hit me?!"

"Because can't you see nothing is wrong with you! Anyone would be dumb not to like you!" She argues back as he chuckles and brings her into a hug.

"I don't think I deserve you."

"You don't but I like you so you're lucky!"

Renji grins slowly letting go of the past and moving on with the future. It was always easy with (Your Name) she was sassy but also kind and easy going.

"You're going to be the death of me."

She smirks and brings him into a head lock walking out of the fields. "Where are we going?!"

"To drink and celebrate our success to a future of happiness!"

Renji smiles and unlocks himself holding his hand with hers before letting her take the lead.

"Let's celebrate then!" He cheers.

(Author note: short story, nothing serious! Who should I write next?)

[recurring-polynya]

I have to say I knew that at one point renji, ikkaku, yumichika and iba were in the same squad with kenpachi but good god you managed to paint a beautiful picture for me. I simply assumed that for them it was simply party time all the time along with a few bald jokes but this is much better. Emotionally healthy squad 11 which still love fighting more than anything. I always cringed when someone would just describe them as hooligans that do nothing but fighting. I mean they do that too but I love the idea that they are all emotionally healthy and mature, a loving and supportive family to their own - in their own wakka doodoo kind of way thats endearing - and of course they are in my opinion they single capable force against sexisim. Because they don't care about anything else - gendere, sexuality, gender performances, race, mentality or anything - other than if you fight good you respectable and if you fight good in squad 11 you family. ( like when kenpachi just became captain he made yachiru his lieutenant and no one was against it no one thought it was beneath them, sure thru nag at her sometimes but that's mostly in a banter like way because she call them stupid nicknames but no one hates her for being unrightfully their superior. One day they got a new captain and a new lieutenant that's a child and they just went with it.) I admit their disdain and disrespect to squad 4 is still frowned upon but I do believe some squad 4s can handle their own, it's just that we saw the really peaceful ones. Anyways sorry for ranting. Just wanted to say that yeah, I really like how the past squad 11 with iba and renji in it was a great place in general. I think if they found out some one was being sexist - for whatever reason - they would be there right next to nanao - or iba's mom protesting. Kenpachi and yachiru as well. And that makes me want to be squad 11 ,despite not being much for fighting, so bad.

So, for starters, thanks! I try to have fun whenever I write Squad 11, and I’m glad you enjoy my take on them.

My Squad 11 is just... really not very canon, though. Canon Squad 11 is actually pretty gross and sexist. Yumichika is transphobic, Kenpachi makes homophobic remarks about Yumichika, they bully Squad 4, there’s a filler episode devoted to a guy that Ikkaku bullied for, like 100 years because the guy lost his reiatsu saving Ikkaku’s dumb ass.

When you write fanfic, you occasionally run into these more problematic aspects of the source media, and you can choose to dig in and analyze them, or just... remake them in your own way. Take for example, Gin. If you read fanfic about Gin, there are some people who will peel away the layers of him and his fears and insecurities and still make him be a horrible gremlin, and it’s really stellar writing. Other people prefer to write him in an AU where maybe less bad stuff happened to him, and he’s more mischievous than sociopathic, and this is a less meaty interpretation, but it’s also more fun. Sometimes fanfic is a meal and sometimes it’s candy. It fulfills different needs and different fantasies and all of it is welcome.

Yumichika, who for me is the fulcrum of Squad 11, presents this problem. I really don’t like the way his “appreciation for beauty” plays out in canon. He doesn’t actually appreciate beauty, he just likes telling other people they’re ugly. I don’t think he’s ever pointed out beauty in anyone else aside from himself or his zanpakutou. I remember the first time I watched his fight with Charlotte and it struck me as so off -- why wouldn’t he find her beautiful? I mean, I know it’s a transmysogynistic joke, that’s why, men dressed as women is funny, hurr hurr, but Yumichika is gender nonconforming himself. This was an opportunity to make a cool character point, and Kubo took the cheap laughs road instead. Going back to what I said last paragraph, a skilled writer could, in theory, write about his insecurities and his brittleness and meanness and write a pretty compelling story, but a) Kubo certainly doesn’t, and I have never actually found a Yumichika-centric fanfic of this nature, and b) this doesn’t fit the role I need him to play in my stories. I am rarely really interested in writing about Squad 11 for its own sake. I like to write them as a backdrop for the period of Renji’s afterlife where he hit absolute rock bottom and bounced back up again. We already know the role Ikkaku played in this, except that Ikkaku is a complete moron in terms of mental health, and I really, really felt like this is where Yumichika needed to come in.

I like to massage Yumichika’s character a bit, but I do want to keep the flavor of some of his character flaws-- he’s still shallow and mean and judgy, and I love that for him, but I like to add in a positive side to his appreciation for beauty. Having Yumichika make fun of Izuru’s pores is funny but it’s even funnier if he’s just given Renji a compliment on his hair first. The idea that a Yumichika compliment is attainable makes all his drags the more vicious. Yumichika also judged people by their beauty instead of their moral character, which is humorous to me. He dislikes Byakuya as a person, but is obsessed with his haircare regime. I like to have him treat Rangiku as an equal, beauty-wise, and a person whose opinion he respects based on her aesthetic. Rangiku is actually a pretty savvy and very emotionally intelligent person whom many people write off because she likes to present herself as a lazy airhead, so in an extremely convoluted way, this all works out. I like to think that Yumichika’s ideas of beauty are also caught up in boldness and risk-taking and having one’s outward presentation ring true to their inner self. To me, this is the core of why he loves Ikkaku. To him, Ikkaku’s devotion to doing the most Ikkaku thing at all times, no matter how stupid, is irresistibly sexy. 

Aside: At some point, I decided that the fact that a lot of people in Bleach have colorful marks on their faces and elaborate hairstyle and accessory games implied that make-up in Soul Society is gender neutral. I like to think there is actually more of a divide between the nobility, who like their make-up to follow rules and be classy, and, well, Squad 11, who like to get make-up ideas from Jem and the Holograms. I don’t even wear makeup (I don’t know how and it’s expensive and I am ashamed of myself, we can talk about my own gender presentation later) but I like to write about both my male and female characters wearing make-up. I don’t actually know how my readers feel about it, but it just falls under the “Is that what people want?”/“It’s what we do” philosophy of all my writing.

I think one of the theses of my writing is that middle management is more important to the character of a squad than the person at the top. Captains sort of act as ideals to strive for, but they are generally unapproachable for one reason or another. Yachiru is more like her captain in this respect (which makes sense, since she is, in fact part of her captain). Ikkaku and Yumichika present this dual idea that 1) strength is awesome, fighting and being the best is awesome, and 2) part of strength is presenting yourself to the world in a bold and confrontational way. (The fact that both of them are hiding huge parts of themselves is laughably ironic). Kenpachi and Yachiru are shining examples of Do Whatever You Want and Be So Strong That No One Can Stop You. 

What really makes this work is that you need someone one layer down-- does anyone actually subscribe to this nonsense, and that’s why Iba - Abarai Squad 11 is Best Squad 11. I really, really enjoy the genre of Reddit posts where a total bro will find out that his girlfriend is trans and react by becoming a vehement advocate for trans rights. I love the bodybuilders typing encouragement to each other meme. Our world is flooded with disingenuous messages from concern trolls trying to tell us why being kind and inclusive to one another is bad or that you should reject help because struggle makes you stronger and the idea of a Himbo looking at something like that and saying “that seems dumb" is delightful to me.

I actually feel like there are a lot of awful people with bad ideas in Squad 11, it’s just that Renji and Iba don’t put up with their shit, and over time, that becomes the culture of Squad 11. I think that Squad 11 has incredibly turnover, but the ones who stay are the ones who subscribe to the ideas you mentioned-- fighting is what matters, if you wanna go argue about shit, go join Squad 5. In the IkkaYumi story I wrote, which happens shortly after Zaraki takes over, a ton of people leave. The Bount Arc (which I know a lot of people skipped) features a dude who was extremely pissed off because he had liked the old Kenpachi and thought Zaraki sucked and was so mad about it that he betrayed Soul Society. You might think that this arc would feature Zaraki caring about this in some way shape or form, but he really didn’t. So, I think there are a lot of Soul Reapers that took issue with serving under a little girl as a vice captain, they just aren’t in Squad 11 anymore.

Oh, one last note on Iba’s mom. I am of an age where a number of my friends have mothers who were Second Wave Feminists. The moms in question are a real mixed bag, because they Came From a Different Time, and on one hand, you have to respect what they went through, and on the other hand, they are very difficult to get along with. I liked the idea that Iba has always chafed against his mom and her big personality, and then Renji comes in, and is like, “hey, your mom is strong as hell and she has a lot of ideas that I never thought of but they make sense” and Iba realizes that, even though she’s still a huge pain in his ass, his mom is the person who made him who he is. Moms are complex.

Uhhhh, I have definitely lost the thread of wherever I was going with this post. Thank you for enjoying my Squad 11, which is nothing like canon Squad 11. Hopefully maybe this year, I will actually finish my Squad 11 Self Care story, where Renji stops being a drunk disaster person after Yumichika teaches him how to fill his brows; I got stuck on a part where Rangiku gives Renji a talk on ethical sluttery.

[yamithediaperdork]

Just in for my tune up (Bleach)

Just in for my tune up

Ichigo yawned loudly as he woke up in his crib. one would think that sense being labeled a helpless diaper fag slave that would mean Ichigo would get to sleep in once and awhile but one would be wrong.

Instead as the head slave he was his 'honor' to go and wake the other slaves up so he could then crawl in bed with master Renji before the new captain would have to get up for work.

Knowing that if they dragged their feet they'd cost Ichigo his much desired cuddles, some of the slaves like Toshiro tried to take their time.

A trip head first into a diaper pail did wonders to motivate the troops though and while all of the slaves where young men and boys, and they were all clad in nothing but bunny slippers and diapers, it was clear who reported to who.

As such Ichigo trusted the rest of the morning over to his lackeys and with a stern look on his face waddled back to masters bedroom, his stalking off ruined somewhat as just before he left the room a loud bubbly fart rang out from his bottom and Ichigo was heard cursing and swearing, and if one was brave enough to peek, cow boy waddling up the stairs as the back of his white diaper deformed and turned brown.

One diaper change latter (One did NOT just cuddle with the Master while smelling like sewage unless he requested it as such!)

And Ichigo was cuddling into Master Renji and mewing happily, wishing the stupid clock would break so he could enjoy this for just a bit longer.

Sadly the wants of a cock caged and hollow tube plugged diaper fag doesn't mean much in the living world, and even less here in the spirit realm.

For most diaper fags like himself the state that they were treated like would of horrified them. Ichigo on the flip side had shed tears of joy and had gotten himself outed so fast some barely recall the brief hour of adulthood he'd had before finding out how he'd be treated.

Renji smirked as he opened his eyes, the alarm hadn't gone off yet but he'd been faking his sleep so that Ichigo could get in lots of cuddles with him before he'd have to give the cute little slave the bad news.

Despite promising Ichigo that if he went for the permanent plug and cage treatment that he'd be there at every adjustment, as twice a year the cage was made smaller and the plug bigger, He'd been there for all of them but today when he was due for his last one..

"Morning cutie pie. I take it the boys are all hard at work?" Renji asked, pulling Ichigo in for a kiss and patting the slave's padded bottom. "Oh, still clean?"

Renji of course knew the boy had changed, but loved to semi torment poor Ichigo so he had made sure to add a note of disappointment to his tone.

"Ah! No! wait sir! I was good and woke up soaked and TOTALLY loaded my diapers after getting everyone ta work! I just didn't wanna stink up your bed! Please don't be upset with me!" Ichigo whimpered.

'dear god, like sandblasting a soup cracker.' Renji chuckled mentally.

"I suppose I'll let it go this time, but only because I have some bad news for you." Renji said, laying on his side now in his black silk PJ's.

Ichigo had turned on his side to face Renji, but copied his pose.

"W-what is it? do we have to get rid of one of the slaves again sir? they're getting along so well together!" Ichigo whined.

"Oh No, I don't need to give more slaves to anther captain. it's just..you know that I care for you a far deal more then I should since your just a diaper fag slave right?" Renji started.

"And don't think I don't love every second of it." Ichigo coo'ed.

"But..well..There was a last second meeting called for today at 10 am." Renji said slowly.

"But..At 955 i got in for my final adjustment..how can you be in two places at the same...time..Oh." Ichigo said, trailing off then glaring at Renji. "But you promised!"

"Ichigo.." Renji sighed, moving to pull him in for a hug.

"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!" the slave yelled and pushed away at Renji.

Ichigo got up and huffed, grabbing a pillow and about to hit Renji with it but a look from him had Ichigo dropping the pillow and wetting himself.

"Little man, need I remind you I literally own you, so if I can't keep a promise from time to time, I'm sorry, but your just a stupid diaper fag anyways!" Renji snapped.

As soon as he said it Renji regretted it, if he had slapped Ichigo across the face he doubted the boy could of looked so stunned or hurt. he went to say something else but Ichigo slid out of bed and bowed.

"Of course Master. I'm sorry Master. I'll leave you to get dressed..Master." he said and walked out.

"..I think it would of been easier to pay the 10,000 dollar fine for missing the meeting. this isn't going away anytime soon." Renji groaned and flopped back into bed.

"Somebody should of warned me about this side of being a master."

Getting dressed Renji made his way downstairs and was greeted by each of his slaves except two.

Ichigo who was trying to finish his morning meal as fast as possible and clearly still sore at Renji, and Toshiro.

the former captain had been forced into diaper fag slavery when he was discovered dressed like a darling baby girl in the public square. he maintained that he had been drinking and didn't know what had happened but of course no one believed him.

the irony was they really should of because it was Renji himself who's set the captain up for his great downfall and had taken delight in making sure Toshiro was the prissiest of the prissy sissies he had.

Toshiro had figured it out within days but since he had no legal standing anymore there was nothing he could do about it and thus while making sure to clean and cook well enough to be allowed to stay (Bad slaves being sent to auction) he kept to himself for the most part and ignored Renji as much as possible.

'Great, this goes on with Ichigo for too much longer and I'll have a pair of ice queens.' Renji glumly thought, sipping his coffee.

"Alright everyone listen up." Renji said after he finished breakfast. "I'm going to be at a meeting till at least 2pm. Ichigo will be out getting his final adjustment done but that's no excuse for you all to slack off. Toshiro, I'm putting you in charge till Ichigo gets back. Questions, comments, concerns?" Renji asked.

"Wait, you're putting little miss frost in charge?" whined a long haired red head.

"That is what I just said. Oh and before you go to argue, keep in mind the stables need to be mucked out today. what you say next could make the difference between getting to use a shovel and wheelbarrow and a sand shovel and bucket."

"..Have a good day sir."

"Smart boy!"

With Ichigo still in just his diapers and some sneakers, he was in his car seat as Renji drove the sulking boy to the adjusters office, even though Ichigo had fussed and whined he wanted to just walk.

Looking in the rear view mirror, Renji could see Ichigo was sulking big time and after taping his figures on the steering wheel for a few minutes, spoke up.

"Ichigo about this morning.." He started to say, but Ichigo cut him off.

"oh, there's nothing to say sorry about Master. You made it clear what you really thought about me Master. I'm sorry for being a inconvenience Master." Ichigo said in a respectful voice and tone, but there was venom in it.

"Look I'm trying to say sorry here, can you cut back on the brat mode for 5 freaking minutes?" Renji asked.

"Of course ..Master." Ichigo said and smirked and despite himself, Renji smirked too.

"Look you know I care about you more then a master is suppose to for his diaper fag, right?" Renji asked.

"I mean..Yeah i know..I've seen you get teased 'bout it." Ichigo said, looking down and kicking his legs softly.

"But I keep doing it, because I do care about you. even if there wasn't the diaper fag slave law I'd of likely still kept you around in thick diapers and waiting on me, and I know you'd of enjoyed every last second of it." Renji chuckled.

"ehehehe really? so so..you like my stinky diapers?" Ichigo asked, peaking up.

"well I like you so I suppose I'll put up with your stinky bum too~" Renji said and looked back and winked.

"ehehehee yayyy!" Ichigo coo'ed and cheered and clapped his hands.

"So, are we good?" Renji asked, pulling in front of the adjustment office.

"Uh-huh! Sorry for being a butt before." Ichigo said as Renji let him out of his car seat.

one big hug to daddy later and being told he'd have to walk home, and Ichigo waved bye bye and headed inside as Renji scrambled to get to the meeting on time.

Ichigo was well know and so breezed though the reception area and was in a office, waiting on his adjuster of the day while face down, ass up on a exam table, reading a comic book he'd snagged from the reception area while he waited.

"huh, and hear I thought you didn't know HOW to read..or do you just enjoy all the pretty pictures?" asked a voice that Ichigo instantly recognized.

a look over his shoulder confirmed, the ex captain of Master daddy's squad after being involved in some sort of disgrace, Byakuya.

He wasn't in his normal fancy robes or the like, and instead wore a light green nurses suit and cap and had a cart in front of him loaded with everything he would need.

"Oh great, when did this place start hiring asshole." Ichigo said.

"Careful now, you're just a slave, I can-"

"Get yourself in shit if Renji finds out you tried to send me to a detention center. you got zero threats to make so let's get this over with." Ichigo said, having never been the guys biggest fan.

"..Cocky brat." Byakuya huffed and pushed the cart in the rest of the way and closed the door.

"At least when i fell from grace it wasn't something as shameful as this.. does your family even-" Byakuya started to ask and Ichigo cut him off.

"Master took me last Christmas to see them, they got me lots of baby toys." he said looking almost bored.

"Well..I bet your old fr-" The brunette started, determined to get Ichigo blushing and ashamed.

"All know, and those who can't handle it I don't bother to try and see. Oh and my ex girlfriend knows, rumors of it are around my old school.. Yes i bounce in my shitty diapers and suck lots of dick.. Oh, what other questions did you have to try and torment me with?" Ichigo asked, listing things off on his fingers then giving a impish grin to Byakuya.

"...I really hate you." Byakuya growled and pulled on some rubber gloves.

"Awwww, me too sweetie, me too." Ichigo chuckled and blew a kiss at Byakuya.

Byakuya was fuming as he went to work, yanking down Ichigo's slightly wet diaper and examining the lock on the fag's 2 inch wonder and the size of the tubing in him, then smirked.

'Somebody fucked up~ this is the third biggest size in and on him, not second..So when I put him in first..Ohhh hehehe, you're gonna regret pissing me off..' Byakuya thought with a evil mental chuckle.

"So, Ichigo, I've heard you bragging up how despite being a lowly diaper fag slave.. you're still rather strong and can handle pain." Byakuya said, starting to put on the solvent for the special glue that was used to hold the tube in place even when Ichigo wasn't diapered.

"heh, you know it. Ain't an ass whupping I can't take and then just say 'please daddy, may I have more?'" Ichigo said with a note of pride in his voice.

"Bullshit. I bet you just sob and whine the whole time and Renji just goes easy on your because your such a disgrace." The Ex captain taunted.

"Fuck and You." Ichigo huffed. "I can take anything without crying, unless tears are what Master daddy wants to see so NYAH!" with with that the orange haired big baby blew a raspberry at Byakuya.

"heh, you sure about that? how about a friendly little wager?"

"I'd Hardly call you a friend..but what ya got in mind?" Ichigo asked.

"I won't use the numbing meds so you'll feel everything as I do the final adjustment. if you end up crying from the pain of it, I get a blowjob from your legendarily talented mouth." Byakuya said.

the solvent had worked it's magic and Byakuya was gently tugging the large hollow plug out of the boys gaping ass.

"A-Ahhh.. And..and what if I win?" Ichigo challenged back. "I can't exactly get head from you when I'm gonna be locked up forever."

"heh, if you can hold your tears in, I'll let you spank me silly." Byakuya said, confident in the fact Ichigo would be bawling soon.

"heh, not good enough. I get to spank you THEN diaper you." Ichigo said, giggling like crazy even as his once tight hole now a massive cave of a asshole twitched and throbbed.

"I uh.." Byakuya hesitated at that. it wasn't again, like he thought Ichigo had a snow ball's chance in hell of actually beating him, but the mental image of him sobbing and sucking his thumb while this diaper fag slave pampered him brought a big blush to his cheeks, and a tent to his pants,.

"If your too chicken that's ok, you can add the numbing cream." Ichigo chuckled and made a few clucking noises before going to go back to his comic book.

"nggg deal!" Byakuya said, huffing and angry.

between the why boner and his honor being insulted he wasn't going to stand for it anymore.

"heh Ok, but no take backies~" Ichigo purred and looked over his shoulder winking.

for a second, Byakuya had the sinking feeling that rather then Ichigo walking into his trap..he'd just walked into Ichigo's.

Ichigo smirked, it was just SO easy with some guys to turn their ego against them. even daddy could be played like that if Ichigo wanted to keep it up all the time. but the big baby found it was easier and more fun to wear down on a daddy over the long term and get them wrapped around your little finger then going with short term trickery.

Buttt every now and there there was a guy who just needed to be tricked into pampers and clearly this was the case here.

Ichigo felt kinda, funny without his plug in him. while with the first one it had been horribly invasive now it was a soothing comfort though out the day and he was missing it big time.

It was also weird as he sat up and spread his legs, having the cock cage removed, without it on the air in the room seemed almost chilly to Ichigo's once might cock.

when he'd started all of this he'd had a 8 inch rod of fuck meat but now with careful training he had all of two inches, and it couldn't even get hard anymore though he could still cum.

"Ready for your final cage? the locking WILL be permanent so if you wanted to tug on your little worm a few times before it goes on, I'll let you." Byakuya said smirking.

Ichigo raised a eyebrow at that, such kindness wasn't like Byakuya, so they had to be a trick here. Still, it wasn't like he was ever gonna get a shot at this again and he nodded, reach down with a finger and thumb.

and then wince and drew his hand away FAST as the sensations were way too much for Ichigo and he was gasping and panting.

"H-Holy shit.. that was..was.."

"Yeah, normally your weenie is coated in numbing cream, but not this time and it hasn't felt your touch in QUITE some time~" Byakuya laughed then went on. "Even if I did give you permission to jerk off, you wouldn't be able to enjoy it, you'd over load."

"So..so by taking your bet.." Ichigo whimpered and glared.

"You lost out on your ONE right as a diaper fag, one last wank before permanent chastity. I know, ain't I a stinker?"

"...I'm gonna enjoy making you waddle around in massive diapers." Ichigo huffed.

"Huh? hey the deal was-" Byakuya started to say but got cut off.

"that i could diaper you. not put one diaper on, or two, just i diaper you, which implies as I see fit." Ichigo said and smirked even as his dicklet bounced and throbbed.

"..Oh shit." Byakuya whimpered, for the first time super worried.

being in massive diapers and around this place? if he was seen he'd be on the slave block before supper.

Threat made Ichigo made use of a ice cube to get his dickie to shrink down and relax, though he was rocking back and forth and blowing air out in hisses as he did so. Still, he kept from crying which was the important thing.

the cage looked WAY smaller then Ichigo would of expected but he laid on his back and covered his face with a pillow as Byakuya went to put it on, so he wouldn't have to watch.

"ah ah ah, no cheating and hiding your tears." Byakuya scolded and tugged the pillow away. "If you don't wanna watch just close your eyes."

Ichigo huffed but shut his eyes tight and whimpered as Byakuya started to force the 1/4 a inch cage onto Ichigo's soft member, Making Ichigo yelp and cry out but his eyes stayed dry the whole time and then with a click the lock was sealed, and Ichigo's cock would NEVER be freed again.

Of course while all the other cages had had a cleaning Kido inside of them to make sure he didn't get crotch rot, this one had a much stronger version since the only way to remove it now would be to well, castrate Ichigo.

"I'm Impressed, dry eyes still!" Byakuya chuckled and gave a mock clap. "Of course I didn't expect you to really break down sobbing just from having your useless nub that was once fuck meat caged. it'll be when THIS goes in." and he paused and held up the LARGE hollow plug for Ichigo to get a good look at it.

The shear size of it would put Renji to shame and Ichigo almost wondered if Renji's cock might of fit in the tubing as he reached out and ran a hand over it.

"Jesus titty fucking Christ! That's the last size?! what happened to a gradual build up!?" He whimpered, gulping hard.

"heh, Yup, and you're gonna look SO cute trying to adjust to it with my cock down your throat. now assume the position and get ready to bawl." Byakuya chuckled, taking the plug back and lubing it up.

"U-Uh Byakuya.. Let's say I go ahead and concede defeat now..and Promise to still blow you..can..can you give me the numbing med before putting that in?" Ichigo mewed, slowly moving back to face down ass up.

the fear and worry in his voice is what did it, and Byakuya while he wanted to make the brat suffer, was just too damn nice in his old age.

"Finnne. but this better be one HELL of a fucking blow job!" Byakuya grumbled, making it sound like he had all the problems in the world.

"Oh that's one thing that was never in doubt. I'm the best cock sucker there is." Ichigo said with a note of pride in his voice. "Master daddy Has entered me in competitions and everything! I-"

"Blew them all away, to pardon the pun?" Byakuya asked and snorted at his own bad pun.

"Man, and I thought my diapers stunk.."

with the numbing gel applied and a injection to further dull Ichigo's ass (they weren't worried about destroying any bowel control for well, obvious reasons) Byakuya placed a firm had on Ichigo's lower back to help keep his still and then gently pressed the tip of the monster sized anal invader to Ichigo's boi cunt.

"Fast and hard or slow an easy?" Byakuya asked, planning on doing the reverse of what ever the big baby fag wanted.

"ah..ah..fuckkkk~" Ichigo mewed, just the tip was in him and despite the drugs he could feel it and he was starting to leak cock drool despite the cage. "S-Slow and easy please." he moaned, wanting to draw this out and enjoy it.

Byakuya smirked, and like he had planed, went with fast and hard and rammed the plug in all at once, making Ichigo cried out 'GOO GOO GAGA!' as he shot out a load from his caged dicklet then collapsed on the examination bed, eyes glazed over and tongue hanging out.. Little chibi sissy baby Toshiro's dancing around his head from his POV.

"..I think I broke him." Byakuya said with a sweat drop, then shrugged and started to get to work making sure the plug would stay in for the rest of Ichigo's life, with how long one's soul could last in the soul society was going to be a long, long, time.

The process of making it permanent was done in steps that Ichigo likely hadn't of even noticed, the very same lube that had helped the beast slid in had also doubled as a adhesive once some Kido was channeled though it. adding onto that Byakuya was squirting in extra adhesive around the edges after tugging the beast back out a little, then pushed the monster back in and activated his Kido.

With the orange haired faggot locked and plugged for life, Byakuya rolling him over on his back and while Ichigo was still recovering from his orgasm, got him thickly diapered in 6 terrycloth diapers and a pair of plastic pants that Renji had dropped off at the center when he'd made this appointment.

"ah..ah ba what?" Ichigo coo'ed, blinking rapid and sitting up, wiggling his fat diapered bottom.

"welcome back to the land of the living. I was worried I was gonna have to send you home by taxi and drop by for my BJ later." Byakuya said with a sneer.

"ah shit..I did agree to that didn't I?" Ichigo whined.

"Yup yup~ so get down on your knees and make it snappy, I got anther diaper fag to seal in like 10 minutes." Byakuya said and then fished out his 6 inch dong and stroked it a few times.

"heh, If I'm right about you, that's 8 minutes and 40 seconds more then I'll need. You like like a quick shot." Ichigo said, but he was a fag of his word and got on his knees, shuddering softly as the plug shifting and pressed on him.

the feeling made Ichigo let out a soft moan and lean into Byakuya's crotch and then eagerly take the semi impressive member into his mouth.

Of course Ichigo was used to Renji and others thick and longer cocks but considering just how worked up he was still this was just what the doctor ordered and if he shut his eyes and blocked it out, he could pretend it was someone he didn't think was a total fucktard.

"Oh F-Fuck!" Byakuya gasped, ruining the illusion and griping onto Ichigo's head. "Y-Your mouth..it's fucking amazing!" The ex Captain squealed, little stars in his eyes.

'heh, yup, and your never getting anther BJ from me again unless Renji approves it..and he hates you more then I do.' Ichigo chuckled mentally, knowing he was forever ruining head for the fucktard.

using his triple swirl touage lashing move, Ichigo brought Byakuya to a orgasm in under a minute and swallowed the brunettes rather weak load with ease and pulled off.

"Man, don't jerk off so often if your gonna be feeding cock suckers, we prefer a thick and creamy load." Ichigo scolded.

"I...I'll keep that in mind.." Byakuya moaned softly, falling onto his ass, pants still down and his now soft 4 inch cock still leaking out left over jizz as Ichigo got up and smirked.

"Thanks for the snack, and try and get yourself together, you don't wanna be caught like this and end up pampered right?" Ichigo asked and then laughed as Byakuya's cock twitched and shot out a second weak and small load. "Then again.." was all he said and then left.

Feeling super happy with himself even if he was walking a little funny, trying to get used the the plug, Ichigo started to make his way home whistling softly and waving at people.

he was of course well know as Captain Renji's diaper fag slave and as such people should of known that messing with him was a bad idea but even in a well run place like the soul society there was a couple of bad egg's.

Case and point two hoods were currently in a Ally and scanning the crowd looking for a good target to kidnap and ransom.

they were both in blue jeans and dirty beat up stained white top, and had shoulder length black hair and were almost identical save for the fact one had a beard while the other was clean shaven.

"So, what cha think, any good targets?" beard asked.

"Nah, Just a bunch of normal folk..the rich ain't out shopping t'day..Waittt..Hold the phone.." non beard said, and took out a specialized mini scope and focused it on Ichigo, who had stopped and was talking to a street vendor selling fruits. "This one has promise.. according to the scans he belongs to a high ranking captain."

"Wait, Ichigo? man, even I know who he belongs too..you sure you wanna risk getting on the bad side of Renji?"

"he's a well known softy, he always favors paying ransom's and not hurting the kidnappers because it encourages them not to hurt the hostage.All we'll have to worry about is changing diapers." non beard said and handed over the scope to beard.

"Ngggh.. not reading much for a spirit energy..I suppose this cou-" beard was cut off as while he was scanning Ichigo, he turned and looked right at them despite the crowd being in the way and then seemed to vanish.

Suddenly there was a force on the back of both of the would be kidnappers heads and they found themselves on the ground and being kept there by one hand each.

"You know, it's rude to stare AND talk about people behind their backs right?" Ichigo asked, smirking.

"H-How did you?" Beard asked, struggling.

"You didn't have a reading even close to suggesting you can do this!" non beard yelped.

"Oh that.. Master daddy got me a special device that let's me hid my spirit energy so I can take out would be kidnappers like you. Plus it helps me not only be the bestest cock sucking diaper fag slave ever, but a damn good body guard." Ichigo chuckled, Placing a knee on each of their back's after turning around, facing their butts. "Now, I'm not gonna turn you in to the cops because they'll just beat you or worse, but you gotta understand I can't just let you two off without some form of punishment right?"

"W-What are you gonna do to use?" No beard asked, twisting his head and seeing the massive diaper butt closer then he'd like by his head.

"Please don't sit on our heads!" Beard pleaded.

"..Oh I didn't even think of That! I'm just gonna yank your undies up so hard you're gonna be tasting them for a month."

"..That's..better?" No beard said.

"I'm glad you agree, but your consent isn't really a deciding factor here." Ichigo said and then grabbed a waist band in either hand.

the screams that came out of the ally were only matched by the site second later as the two would be kidnappers ran out with the back of their undies over their foreheads.

The rest of the walk home after that was uneventful, though Ichigo had to laugh when he got back home.

Toshiro had apparently let his minor role of power in the absence of Renji or Ichigo go to his head as he was lounging on a sofa and sipping from a glass of ice cold grape juice that was being held by a slave while anther one was fanning him with a big leaf and a third was holding up a book for him and turning the pages for him as he gave the signal.

"Are we having fun?" Ichigo asked, snicking slightly.

the effect was instant with Toshiro sitting up and blushing and looking at the other slave's and glaring.

"I told you baka's to warn me when Ichigo was coming back!" he growled.

"And YOU know better then to lord your position like this. " Ichigo said. "They're not the ones who are in deep doo doo Toshiro, you are."

"I..I am?" Toshiro squeaked, the back of his pretty pink diapers balloon out and drooping as he paled.

"...Nah I'm just fucking with ya. everyone let's it go to their head the first time. Do it again though and I WILL tell Renji. and don't even THINK about trying to punish the others. Now finish up your pooping, then go and help finish mucking out the stables."

"..Yes sir." Toshiro grumbled.

The rest of the afternoon passed without incident, and while Ichigo was worried when Master wasn't home by dusk,he knew how long these things could take.

Stepping up he made sure al the slaves got their daily baths in and were in clean clothes, and got a belly full of food before sending them to their quarters for the night to just relax and have fun while he waited on Master daddy.

as the hours went by Ichigo got the feeling Renji had been roped into going out to the bar after with the other captain's and knew Renji couldn't turn down the offer without getting more teasing about how he preferred the company of cute boys who crapped their pants over adults, so he didn't fault Renji for going, but he vowed to himself he'd stay up as late as needed to make sure to greet his loving master daddy when he got home.

So naturally he was conked out and asleep on the couch by 10 pm.

Renji yawned as he made his way into his house. it was 1 in the morning and he had to admit, once he'd gotten the others to shut the fuck up about his boi's he'd actually had some fun with them. He hadn't had as much to drink as the others since these days he tended to get hung over rather easy and he hated how scared and worried his slaves got when he was sick.

Making his way into the living room he was greeted by a familiar smell and looked over to see Ichigo asleep on the couch with his thumb in his mouth and a small blanket covering his chest and a shit swelled diaper around his hips.

'Heh, must of tried to stay up for me..Maybe I should of called home.' Renji thought with a smile.

Despite what Ichigo might think, Renji didn't actually mind the smell of a stinky diaper (he'd hardly of filled his mansion with a bunch of diaper pooping fag's if he had) and so he came over and gently scooped up Ichigo in his arms, cradling the little stinker to his chest and headed for the bedroom.

"Ngggh..Hiii daddy.." Ichigo said, half waking up and coo'ing softly.

"Hey stinker. having a good sleep?"

"Uh-huh." Ichigo said and nodded his head.

"well thats good. you can just go back to sleep sweetie. Daddies gonna tuck us into his bed."

"Oh..Otay." Ichigo coo'ed and just snuggled into Renji's chest, closing his cute eyes and drifting back off.

Yeah, being a captain and owning so many slaves could be a head ache at times, but there wasn't one thing about any of this that Renji would ever change.

The end

[littleeyesofpallas]

This isn’t really translation based, and I think most of the key lines I’ve pulled for this are more or less accurate (plus im getting a little tired of juggling Japanese dictionaries) so i’m gonna be lazy and just use Viz’s translations for this...

Looking over the early Arrancar Arc for Orihime stuff, one of the HUGE plot hooks Kubo built up and then once again totally ditched part way into the arc, was the nature of Orihime and Chad’s powers, and how they weren’t just random sidekicks but a part the entire Hollow-Shinigami dynamic and hybrid powers that the arc was all about.

At the onset of the arc the premise we’d originally been given for Chad and Orihime’s powers was still in play: That their powers came specifically from Ichigo.  As it happens their powers are also actually very similar to Ichgo’s and Kubo goes out of his way to make them even more so as this arc gears up...

Right off the bat Ichigo’s name is written literally as “One Protect” and in chapter 2, Ichigo’s attitude about that is explicitly laid out: He won’t let people get hurt if he can help it,but he also won’t make the abstract or high minded commitment to protecting “everyone.”  It’s an interesting way to frame a hero’s morality, but there’s a certain pragmatism to it and Kubo actually explicitly plays with this idea in the Arrancar... until he doesn’t...

Kubo also expands on this a little when he brings up Ichigo’s relationship with his mother in vol.3.  It actually makes him a little more typically heroic.  But it also establishes that he was once a wimpy kid who got strong to protect the people he loves.

So, it doesn’t feel super noticeable that when Orihime and Chad get their powers initially, they are both based on protecting people (because that’s kind of just generic heroism anyway) but the Arrancar Arc builds on the theme pretty explicitly...

Chad’s trajectory for the arc starts when Ichigo recuses him from DiRoy when Grimmjow’s gang attacks Karakura.  Not only is Chad kind of humiliated and ashamed of his weakness compared to Ichigo, but Rukia even takes note of it and chastises Ichigo for being inconsiderate and thinking he has to do everything himself.

When Chad goes to Urahara for help, Urahara mentions to himself that Chad’s powers are like a Hollow’s: specifically he trails off, but when you turn the page the first thing you see is Ichigo’s Hollow mask.  Like with Tatsuki, Kubo is playing very deliberately with juxtaposition and scene transitions, and the natural pacing of having to thumb through physical pages of a manga, viewing two pages at a time.  Then when Chad’s powers further develop as the team invades Los Noches, Chad’s powers are explicitly described as being more Hollow-like, and the true form of his arm takes on the shape of a shield, further emphasizing the already existing them of protection that surrounds Ichigo’s team.

Furthermore, Chad’s second arm form is explicitly described as the power to fight for himself, where as his first arm power is the power to fight for others.  Although Chad doesn’t appear to have the same kind of internal struggles that Ichigo does with his inner hollow and mask, Chad is actually displaying the same dichotomy that Ichigo is here, where Ichigo’s Hollow is all about self preservation and even just raw fighting instinct which is at odds with his need to protect others: Ichigo never lets himself being “selfish,” everything he does he has to do for others.  Chad learning to fight for himself is also co-related to his more/most hollow-like powers.

Orihime too is given the beginnings of a character arc early here where she feels inadequate, at first by being unable to cheer up Ichigo the way Rukia does, then in her inability to save Chad from Yammy and Ulquiorra, and finally with the way Urahara and Yamamoto try to exclude her from their war plans.  When she’s abducted by Ulquiorra, she isn’t just kidnapped, she is coerced into making the decision to save her friends with her compliance.  And once she’s in Los Noches as Aizen’s captive, she realizes that there is something only she can do to help protect everyone, and that is to use her position as a prisoner and as an asset to Aizen’s plans, to try and use her powers to get rid of the Hougyoku... which she never does....

And this wasn’t a few incidental lines just thrown around either, it comes up multiple times and even starts to develop a little bit and point in a very clear direction.  One of the big things the arc was building toward (which never happened) was the idea that Ichigo would eventually get to Orihime and she would refuse to be rescued.  Aizen specifically planned her abduction to look like she defected on her own; Ulquiorra brings up the fact that Ichigo came to rescue her based on trust and faith, but no on the certainty that she was actually innocent; and when Grimmjow talks about Ichigo not understanding what’s going on “inside” her.  It’s all pointing to the fact that Ichigo doesn’t get that his rescuing Orihime isn’t what’s best for her, because it’ll just make her feel helpless again.  Ichigo’s drive to protect people is a strength as a “hero” but it’s actually a weakness as a character.

Also Kubo repeatedly hammers home the idea that the rescue party was doomed to failure: The team splits up because Rukia and Renji guilt trip Ichigo about how his need to protect people forces him to not trust his allies, Dordonii foreshadows that Ichigo is too soft hearted to be fighting the likes of the Arrancar, Ulquiorra’s big reveal as being only #4, all Ichigo’s friends struggling through their Espada fights...  The whole Orihime rescue arc was set up like it was going to be a twist on the last rescue arc, until week after week fights with no plot development really started to drag on, and I get the feeling Kubo got some strong urges from his editor to drop the sidestories and just move the core plot along instead of introducing yet more Arrancar, leading to more and more fights that would only further stall the plot.  The Ulquiorra-Grimmjow-Szayelaporro-Nnoitra marathon in particular wasted legitimately almost a YEAR(50+ chapters) of weekly publications without anyone actually getting any closer to their established goals.

In conjunction with the explicit time frame we’d been given at the start of the arc --roughly 5 months until Winter, when the Hougyoku would be ready.  It seemed pretty clear that the sensible development would be that the rescue arc would fail, Ichigo & co. would be forced to retreat, and then they’d all complete their actual training  in the months left before the Winter War’s projected date.  And as we knew, Aizen had found a kind of hack to use the Hougyoku even before the projected date, so the eventual confrontation would mean Aizen’s forces would be far beyond Soul Society’s projections.  Orihime would have time to try and further her plans, earning Aizen’s trust and finding time and means to sneak her way to the Hougyoku.  Chad very possibly would’ve been left in Hueco Mundo during the retreat, where he could further develop the Hollow aspects of his powers in ways he couldn’t back on Earth.  Uryuu would be forced to confront his father about breaking his promise not to consort with Shinigami.  And Ichigo would actually finish his Visored training properly.

I kinda went off on a tangent here, but yeah...  Orihime and Chad plot threads that Kubo pretty meticulously set up and just didn’t do anything with...

[renjinobankai]

Another byaren fanfiction I found

Joy (joyinthedance)

2006-06-11 23:42:00

Title: “Captain Material”

Characters: Byakuya x Renji

Rating: NC-17, maybe.

Word Count: 2490

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wasn’t sure which surprised him more.

[bleach-your-panties]

So I made this. I stan Swae Lee and Izuru, okay? Leave me alone. Song: Unforgettable -French Montana ft. Swae Lee.

Unforgettable

~

Izuru shyly sat next to Shuuhei and Renji in a darkened corner of the shoddy bar in the 78th Rukongai district where Renji had grown up. In fact, it was Renji’s idea to come out tonight.

The pale blond wasn't a stranger to bar-hopping with his friends, but this bar, in particular, had a stage where different performers put on acts as free entertainment for the bar-goers.

So far tonight, the trio had seen multiple acts that were quite impressive. Renji had been intrigued by the fire-eaters; Shuuhei took a liking to the magicians and card-readers; yet, Izuru hadn't really found anything that was of interest to him.

"Come on, Izuru, you've been sitting there all night with the same bland look on your face. Are you even enjoying yourself?" The redhead piped up indignantly.

Shuuhei looked at his blond friend with slight concern, knowing how Izuru's moods tended to shift at any given moment.

Heaving a large sigh, Izuru struggled just a bit to put a smile on his face. He had a lot on his mind right now, and even though his friends meant well, he'd rather just go back to his squad barracks, take a soothing bath, and go to sleep.

His lieutenant duties exhausted him and honestly, he didn't even know how he was awake and alert at the current moment.

Renji scoffed, looking away from the blond and preparing to get out of his seat.

"I'm going to the bar to get more drinks."

Silence fell around the small table after Renji left, Shuuhei not really knowing what to say and Izuru not really in the mood to talk.

The current act finished up their set and exited the stage.

The stage lights went out for a second, cloaking the bar in near-total darkness.

Music with an African rhythm began playing, and the lights slowly began to light up the room periodically, in the same fashion as a pulsating heart.

Izuru, who was sitting with his elbow propped up on the table with his head in his palm, looked up curiously as a young woman walked onto the stage.

She stood no taller than 5'4" with a beautifully smooth, brown complexion with long, straight dark hair. Izuru couldn't really see the color of her eyes, but he could tell that they had a unique shape that he'd never seen before on anyone in the district.

Her outfit was the next aspect of her being to catch his attention: long, flowing white pants that were so long they covered her feet, flaring out at the ankles. The material looked to be chiffon, but don't quote him on that.

The top she wore was white as well, with no sleeves and material that covered her breasts crossing from one shoulder, wrapping around, and vice versa, then stopping above her navel. Her pierced navel was sporting a bejeweled belly chain.

She was one of the most beautiful women that Izuru had ever seen and he currently couldn't take his eyes off of her.

It's not good enough for me Since I've been with you, ooh It's not gonna work for you Nobody can equal me (I know)

She stepped into the middle of the stage and it was then that Izuru noticed she was holding two thin sticks, each with a long white strip of silk ribbon attached to the end of them.

"A ribbon twirler…" he breathed out, sitting up straighter to get a better view. Renji had returned to the table with the drinks by this time and had sat down before Izuru even noticed he had returned.

"What's got him so enamored?" Renji asked, looking at Shuuhei. Shuuhei pointed at the stage, then grabbed a drink for himself.

Renji took a look at the stage and his mouth dropped open comically.

The ribbon-twirling woman was moving her body poetically to the beat.

I'm gonna sip on this drank When I'm fucked up I should know how to pick up

She brought up both of her ribbons up above her head and did a slow winding movement, only moving the lower half of her body.

I'm gonna catch the rhythm While she push up against me Ooh, is she tipsy?

On the word 'catch' she threw one up in the air and caught it when it came down, after twirling around in a circle.

To Izuru, everything was happening in slow motion. The swirl of her hips, the swish of her hair, and the flutter of her clothing.

He grabbed one of the drinks that Renji had brought back and took a slow sip.

I had enough convo, for 24 I peeped you from across the room Pretty little body dancing like GoGo, aye

She waved the ribbons above her head, one in a clockwise motion and one in a counterclockwise motion, then bent backward at the waist and made a circle. When she straightened up again she rocked her hips from side to side.

And you are, unforgettable I need to get you alone Ooh, why not?

"Izuru. Earth to Izuru. Hey!" Renji shouted close to the blond's ear. Izuru jumped a little and gave the redhead a sharp look.

"What?"

"You're zoning out, man."

Shuuhei smirked a little. "I don't think he's zoning out. I think he's zoning in. To her." He pointed to the woman on the stage.

Izuru's cheeks flushed while Renji laughed at him.

"Wow, I've never seen you interested in any girl this much, well except for Momo maybe."

"He's interested because she's making his…, ahem, " Shuuhei said cheekily before looking off to the side and taking another sip of his drink.

"S-shut up, Shuuhei!" Izuru's entire face was red now. His neck was starting to itch and his ears burned.

"I found an act that interests me and that I'm enjoying. Now you're making fun of me for that." He rolled his eyes, picking up his drink and leaving the table.

"Wait, where are you going?" Renji asked, watching the irritated blond walk off.

Izuru just gave them both a half-ass wave and continued walking to the front of the bar where the stage was located.

A fucking good time never hurt nobody I got a little drank But it's not Bacardi

If you loved the girl Then I'm so so sorry I gotta give it to her like we in a marriage

Ohh, like we in a hurry No, no I won't tell nobody You're on your level too Tryna do what lovers do

The tables near the front of the bar were more crowded, probably because the patrons were trying to get the best view of the entertainment.

The woman on the stage was winding her body seductively to the music. Many of the male patrons were whistling and cat-calling her, which started to irritate Izuru.

He managed to find himself an empty table off to the side and sat down at it. When he looked up, he was shocked to see the woman on stage looking at him.

Her eyes were the color of molten copper. Dark makeup outlined them, making them stand out even more. Deep red lipstick covered her lips, and when she smiled, he could see her straight, white teeth.

‘Wow, she is absolutely alluring. She’s probably not even looking at me though, there are so many people here, she may be looking at someone she knows.’ Izuru thought to himself sadly.

Although that negative thought had seeped into his mind, little did he know that the woman on stage was checking him out while she did her routine.

As the music continued playing, many people in the crowd abandoned their seats and began clearing away the tables so that they could dance.

Izuru just stayed put and bobbed his head to the music a little. He'd ordered another drink from the bar and was now working on it.

The woman from the stage quietly slipped away while everyone was dancing and distracted.

"Excuse me."

Izuru looked up and almost flipped out of his chair when he saw her standing in front of him.

"I-I...umm, h-hello. You startled me."

"I saw you watching me dance. What is your name?"

He stupidly pointed to himself. "M-my name?"

She looked to her right, to her left, then back at Izuru. "Yes. Your name, Blue Eyes." This time he heard an accent when she spoke.

He blushed. "It's Izuru. Izuru Kira."

"Very interesting name, Izuru. My name is Malaika. Would you like to dance with me?" She put out her hand for him to grab.

Hesitantly, he took her hand and pulled himself up from his seat. He easily towered over her short stature.

"I..don't know how to dance.." He mumbled in embarrassment.

Malaika smiled. "You do not need to worry about that. Just follow me." She walked in front of him, leading him by the hand.

Izuru couldn't help but look down at her; the curve of her hips and swell of her supple behind instantly turned him on. Ashamed of himself for looking, he quickly averted his eyes and focused on the lighting around the stage as they passed by it.

Malaika gently backed Izuru up against a wall close to the back of the establishment where the alcohol was served. They were in a small corner shielded from any prying eyes since they were behind the bar.

"Here, take my hand, Blue Eyes."

Izuru did as she said, mesmerized by her body and her eyes. She could've told him to jump off of a cliff right then and he would've done it.

She used his hand to twirl herself around and press her backside up against his front. Izuru's breath hitched in his throat; he wasn't used to being in close contact with women, even though he was friends with Rangiku and Momo.

"Relax and ride the wave…" Malaika guided his other arm around her waist as she began rocking her hips from side to side, just like she’d done on stage.

Ride with me Ride with me, boss (boss) I got a hard head But her ass soft (soft)

She want the last name With the ring on it 'Cause I pulled out a million cash Told her plank on it

The lights dimmed and Izuru's head began to swim. He wasn't drunk, no, something else was making him feel light-headed.

Lust.

With a tiny surge of confidence, (or primal instinct, perhaps), he put both of his hands on the sultry dancer’s waist and followed her movements. She raised a perfectly outlined eyebrow, smiling slightly at his sudden initiative.

Turning around and gently grabbing his wrists, she pushed him further against the wall with her body, then let go of him. Izuru looked at her questioningly.

“Ride the wave…” She whispered, putting her hands on his waist and slowly moving them up to his chest. Her fingers explored the smoothness of his burgundy, silk dress shirt.

“Hmm..” Izuru moaned lowly as she brushed over his nipples with her thumbs.

And you are, unforgettable I need to get you alone (Now you wanna choose Just pop bubbly in the ‘cuzi)

Their two bodies melded together in a titillating fashion on the dance floor. Pale hands grabbed at pristine, white fabric while bronzed ones slid against burgundy.

Izuru was enjoying this free feeling that Malaika gave him. With her, he was able to just let go. No excessive alcohol needed. Unless he was already tipsy?

It’s not good enough for me Since I’ve been with you, ooh

I’m gonna sip on this drank When I’m fucked up I should know how to pick up

I’m gonna catch the rhythm While she push up against me Ooh, is she tipsy?  

His hands gripped her ass and she slipped her fingers into his belt loops.

“Malaika...I..”

"If you are going to say that you do not usually do things like this and that you are a gentleman, I do not want to hear it."

"But I-"

She brought a finger to his lips, parting them gently. "I want you, Blue Eyes."

His eyes widened noticeably, but they shot open entirely when she put her hands on his cheeks and brought his head down to plant a salacious kiss on his lips.

His heartbeat quickened, and, surprising himself, he kissed her back.

Izuru wrapped his arms around her waist and hoisted her up onto his.

"Is there somewhere we could go?" He whispered, breath tickling her ear and neck.

I had enough convo, for 24 I peeped you from across the room Pretty little body dancing like GoGo, aye

And you are, unforgettable I need to get you alone Ooh, why not?

"Izuru..."

"Shit, Malaika...fuck.."

His shirt had been discarded at the door, buttons flying off as her impatient fingers ripped it off of him.

Belt snatched out of its loops only to be used to tie his hands to the bedpost.

They'd traded in the dance floor for the bar owners' bedroom in the very back. How Malaika had a key to it, he didn't know, but that was the furthest thing from his mind as she rode him.

Her breasts jerked deliciously in her scanty top, while Izuru kissed and sucked on her neck.

A fucking good time never hurt nobody I got a little drank But it's not Bacardi

If you loved the girl 

Then I’m so so sorry

I gotta give it to her like we in a marriage

Ohh, like we in a hurry

No, no I won’t tell 

You're on your level too Tryna do what lovers do

You ain't enough for me Too much for you alone Baby go and grab some bad bitches Bring em home

"Izuru...I think I am close…" Malaika whined as said blond drilled into her from behind.

"Just a little more...ungh…" Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her back.

The headboard knocked against the wall with a resounding 'bang, bang, bang.'  A thin sheen of sweat coated Malaika's back, giving her skin an ethereal glow. Izuru moved some of her sweat-slickened hair out of the way and planted a kiss on her back while still inside of her.

He sped up his thrusts, feeling his release coming soon. Never in his life had he done anything like this and it felt amazing.

"Oh, Izuru! Izuru...I-!" She was cut off by her orgasm rippling through her. All of her senses ignited and combusted at the same time, sending her into a spiral of pleasure.

"Malaika….! NNGH, FUCK! AH!" He released into the condom, breathing heavily before collapsing on the bed beside the chocolate goddess.

Too much convo for 24 hours When you stand next to 24 karats She left her man at home She don't love him no more

I want your mind and your body Don't mind nobody So you don't ever hurt nobody Baby girl, work your body, work your body

"Where were you? We looked all over for you." Renji asked Izuru as they were all walking home.

"I had to...go to the bathroom."

Shuuhei raised an eyebrow. "You were in the bathroom for three hours?"

"I was constipated." The blond said, trying not to laugh at the ridiculous excuse that he was giving his friends.

"Bull and shit. You were with a girl." Renji said with a cocky grin and a laugh.

Izuru looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

Shuuhei smirked. "Malaika, huh? That's a pretty name."

"W-wait, how do you guys know about Malaika?"

"Dude, first of all, you went missing for three hours. Second, your shirt is wrinkled and missing some buttons, lover boy." Renji snickered.

Izuru's face immediately flared up. He'd forgotten all about his shirt.

"Her name means 'angel' in Swahili, by the way." Shuuhei added. Of course he would know something like that.

"Wow, I didn't know…" He zoned out the rest of what they were saying.

Their jeering and fun-poking didn't bother him as he thought of Malaika, his seductive little angel in white.

He pulled a folded piece of pink stationery out of his pocket.

I had fun with you tonight, Blue Eyes. I hope it is not the last time that we meet. You are a great dance partner ;)

Come see me again sometime. I'll be waiting.

-Malaika

Tonight it definitely felt like he'd experienced a little piece of heaven.

And you are, unforgettable I need to get you alone Ooh, why not?

(Now you wanna choose Just pop bubbly in the 'cuzi) Why not?

Oh, like we in a hurry No, no I won't tell nobody You're on your level too Tryna do what lovers do

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A Soul meets another Seoul

Ch1; Ch20

Chapter 19

When I got done eating, I've noticed on how soft Ichigo was being towards me, is like he understands that I'm trying to live my life like he does. I got my bag and headed out to meet up with him, can't believe that I'm walking by myself for the first time, something tells me that I should've went with him, but I need to show myself that I can handle things on my own. Man, I should've told him to wait for me outside the front door this feels like any bad situation will happen any time soon, I looked behind me, then looked to the left and the right, the coast was clear, why am I being so paranoid? I couldn't help but whimper in fear, I know I'm being a little baby but remember that I only grew up in a small house with Shadow Phoenix and always remained by my side. At the moment, she's resting right now, all I did was wait until I hear my name being called by a certain voice of my trusting friends and brother, though the school is far away so they are probably way a head of me. I heard someone clear their throat, I looked, there was Talon, Raven, Layla, and Levy, oh right I have these guys. But they understood where I'm coming from, this world is huge for someone like me, then I heard it again, I looked in front of me, there was Renji. I feel so stupid right now, Renji said, "You know, I'm not always busy, you could always call me when you get like this." "Yeah, but I want to handle things on my own," I said, "Turns out, I'm not ready for that yet." "That's understandable," said Renji, "C'mon, the others, including Ichigo, are waiting for you." Once we got to the school, Renji left my side, telling the others on what took me so long, I never felt this so ashamed of myself before, all I heard was Ichigo saying, "Keep trying, Akari, you'll eventually get there." "Thanks, Ichigo," I said, still upset at myself. Asteria sees this, she walks over to me, gives me something, "Here take this." "What is it?" I asked, looking at a wolf charm necklace. She said, "The Brave charm of Artemis." "Thanks," I said, "But I can't take this from you." "I made it for you, Akari," she said, "Please as a token of our friendship." I took it, though I'm not fond of jewelry, I'm fine with this hairpin combination of mother, Talon, and Levy, we finally walked in to class I took my seat then began to read Talon's book. Turns out, I was the only one who is reading rock formations with the greatest detail, I looked around seeing Ichigo and the others talking, while I'm reading my worries away. Then I decided to pull out my new phone, started to continue watching Markiplier being a total idiot on Prop Hunt, then decided to listen to Mark's outro Crazy La Paint, fits him very well because he is so wacky. As I was reading about the different types of grass terrain, I noticed someone was about to approach me once again, I felt a tap on my shoulder, I paused and looked to seeing Keigo. I asked, "Can I help you?" "I just want to say, you are lucky to be the new family member of Ichigo Kurosaki," he said. I asked again, "Yeah, what's your point?" "I have permission to hang out with you right?" he asked. I just gave him a look of disgust, "Why would I want to hang out with you? I have stuff to do." With that, I went back to my music and the book, I noticed that this book was written by Talon, himself, he is very great at this sort of stuff, well, it makes sense if you are the Earth Elemental. I was about to read the Rain forest terrain until the book was out of my sight, I looked on who took it, Keigo asked, "What's this your reading?" "Give it back!" I said, raising my voice. He kept pulling it away from me, then my fire rage kicked in and elbowed him in the stomach, well, almost until Ichigo said, "Hey! Keigo, that's my little sister you are messing with, unless you want to get a beating from someone!" "Oh yeah," said Keigo, "Like who?" Then out of nowhere, I wasn't thinking clearly I grabbed him by the collar and threatened him, "Give me my book back or I will kick you where the light doesn't shine!" He felt my nail where the part I was talking about that would make him sing soprano, yeah, you know which part I am talking about. He gave me the book back, and left me alone, I looked back where Ichigo was standing, him, Uryu, Rukia, and mostly everyone was looking at me in complete distraught and surprised. Ichigo asked in a panicked voice, "Were you serious about that on what you just said?" "If he keeps bothering me, I will," I said, "But I'm not doing it the old way, it's like that but with a burning sensation." "Oooh-kay, enough about that," said Uryu, wanting to change the topic. After that I cooled down as soon as I went back to reading and Mark's outro, the instructor came in, "Good morning, class, and nice job Akari, I see you are reading something educational." I nodded, not wanting to be bothered anymore. I kept on reading until Ichigo wanted to read with me, I didn't want to lose my place so I scooted myself and my desk over, then turned the page where he left off, then said, "Wow, who ever wrote this is has a very keen eye on every terrain there is in this world." "You should know on who it is," I said, "It was written by Talon, himself." "Very fitting on someone who is a literal Earth Elemental," we only heard Levy said. He caught up on where I was, we began to read together, then we got caught reading together again, this is a different instructor who somehow does not like on how we are always remained side by side, he said, "Miss Akari and Mister Kurosaki, I would like it if you two separate from each other." This guy really bugs me to no end, does he not care that I only feel safe near Ichigo? Ichigo sees this look on my face where I am trying to fight this aggression, because this awakened mother, and that is not a good thing according to Talon, Levy, and Raven, if something awakens mother that she extremely loathes, someone is about to meet their doom, not to mention this guy was the reason why my Soul Page was taken away. Then Ichigo became very scared, I looked at him, then looked at who he was looking at, and oh boy, this instructor is about to meet his doom, she says to him, "I'm here for someone." "Oh, yeah who?" he asked. Her response was, "You!" Then she grabbed him by his tie and dragged him to where she was going, then we heard the principle of this school shouting, "YOU DARE SEPARATE THEM!!" Instantly everyone looked at me and Ichigo, then Ichigo tells them all, "She's my new sister, watch on how you interact with her." Then we heard, "YOU SIR, ARE FIRED!!!" Then came our temporary instructor who did not mind us at all, I smiled because I felt as much at ease then we went back to reading. When it was time for lunch, it seems like this is going to be a daily thing, Raven came in and brung me something different, this time it's spaghetti with Parmesan cheese, I started eating, once again all by myself then I noticed I was told by Ichigo that I'm now going to hang out with him. I was trying to find a way on where Ichigo was at, I couldn't find any luck on where he is, then Chad tells me, "He's up on the roof, I'll lead you to there." "Thanks, Chad," I said, then followed him. Once we reached the roof of this place, I noticed on how big is was, it was big enough to relief stress, I walked through the door, and the door closed, I thought to myself, "Okay, now to find on where he is." "Akari, over here," I heard his voice say. I looked and joined his group, Raven came back and returned the spaghetti to me, I went into my own world and started to eat without knowing that I was not alone right now so I felt Ichigo tapped my shoulder, I looked at him, "What is it?" "So, what's on your mind?" he asked. I shrugged, "Nothing at the moment." It was a small bowl, though I'm not complaining Raven is amazing with her cooking, she came and made the bowl vanish to thin air. I decided to stroll around the roof, getting sucked into the amazing view of the sky, a small smile formed on my face, oh how I miss looking at the sky with Shuhei. Someone spotted this and told Shuhei to show up in his Gigai, so he appeared, though he was walking through the door that leads back into the school, walking towards me, I see him and smiles big time, greeted him by running and giving him a big hug. Shuhei chuckled, "Hey, Akari." "Hey, Shuhei," I said, "I guess someone heard my thoughts." "Yeah, you can thank Renji," he said, "I know you missed me so much." I giggled, then Keigo, being the idiot on who never stops getting on what he wants, he comes over, asks Shuhei, "What's your status with little missy here?" "She's my soon to be wife, you idiot," said Shuhei, "I suggest you go away and never bother her again." "Alright, I'll leave her be," said Keigo. Knowing him, he will never stops bothering me, Shuhei sees this look on my face, then he said, "Let's watch the clouds, Akari." I nodded, smiling again, Talon mysteriously came out, tells me, "I'll make sure you guys are alone." While we were looking at the sky, I noticed on how Talon was serious about making sure that we are comfortable and protected, he conjured up a patch of grass and a singular tree, and stood guard, Keigo tried to bother us but Talon wouldn't let him.

Talon's POV: Seriously, what is up with this guy, I told him, "Look, pal, you are not bothering them, I don't care if class is resuming, they haven't seen each other in a while so why don't you go back to where you came from and never come back!" He listened, then I tried to stop Ichigo, but he said, "Thanks for standing guard while they do this but make sure you don't go overboard with your guardian status." "You are absolutely right on that one," I said, dropping the guard just a little, "But I can't help it, it's what I'm able to do." "Who do you protect with your life?" he asked. I answered, "Raven and my wife, Serene Jewel. I'll drop my guard when you approach me, though that might not be fair to her other friends." Ichigo tells me, "Just remember to not go over board." I nodded, knowing that I might screw up some time in the future I just know it that I might screw up my role as a stone elemental guardian, I just need to be careful on what I am doing and remain calm, just for her. I just don't know on how long I can keep this bottled up inside, I feel like I am going insane right now. I made a suggestion to Akari and she might want to keep me out for a while so I could blow off some steam, sadly there are no boulders around for me to lift up and carry around so I could break them with my hammer, I also told her, "If you happen to find Jaguar's weapon, make sure you keep him in check." "I will, Talon," she said, sounding concerned for me. I sighed, "Don't worry, I'll be fine for the time being." "But that doesn't mean that you are fine now," she said, "Talon, please, let me know on what's bothering you." I don't know what happened, but all I said was, "Stop pressuring me, I don't feel like saying anything for the likes of you!!" That was when I knew that mistake happened, I started a tension between us, it wasn't before long when Ichigo noticed that I made Akari cry, this bottled up pressure was taking its toll on me, so I gave her a look of sadness on what's really going on. Ichigo pulled her away in time so I could clear my mind away, when I was left alone, I couldn't help but go into my Grass Earth Elemental and just let it all out in tears. "Hey," I heard Ichigo calling for me, "Talon, where are you?" I just stayed silent knowing that he might tell me that I went too far but I figured it out before he did, yes, just because I'm a grown man doesn't mean I can't feel sadness, it's just I don't want anyone to see me crying. It wasn't long before Ichigo finally found on where I was, he asked, "What were you thinking?" "It's none of your concern, Kurosaki," I said to him, "My business is my own." "That's a load of bull and you know it," said Renji, "Look what happened back there was unlike you." "Well, maybe if you guys would've pressured me to do anything this would never happen in the first place!" I snapped, "It's not my fault that I was chosen to be this way so why are you guys telling me to drop everything I care about and obey the likes of you!! I am Talon GrimEarth and I do not obey your every command you throw at me!!" Silence came between us, I just couldn't handle it anymore so I raised my hand up and a wall of stone came in between us so I can cool down at last. I heard Raven saying, "I know that you are wondering on where she is, Talon, don't give up, you'll find Serene Jewel." "Yeah, I just wish that we didn't have to separate, she's my one and only," I said, "I'm trying my very best to keep myself together."

Akari's POV: Can't believe Talon was feeling all that all by himself, I asked the instructor, "May I use the restroom?" "Yes, you may, Akari," she said. I have something in mind that Talon would really love if I did something like this, so I went to Urahara's Shop, Urahara asked, "Ah, Akari, what brings you here?" "I have a favor to ask," I said, "Can a friend of mine go down below and destroy those boulders you have in the way?" "Ah, why, yes of course," said Urahara, "Just bring him over when you have the chance." "Thank you," I said, left the store and back to school. Mother tells me, "Talon is going to feel much better now you did that for him." "It's the least I can do for him," I said, "Plus I was told that he breaks boulders in order for him to calm down or something." I got back to the school, went back to my desk and resumed my reading session of the different types of rock formations from Talon GrimEarth. Ichigo walked in with a VERY irritated look, I'm not going to bother him, nope, someone else would so I just stayed silent. He sees me then taps my shoulder, I looked at him, he says, "Scoot over here so I can read with you." He said that with the tone of a very annoyed voice, so I just did on what he said, stayed silent and went to the page where he was at. He read up where I was at, I didn't say anything just let him flip the page, am I terrified of him right now? Does he notices on how fidget I am being right now? I mentally shook the feeling away, guessing Talon must've set him off. After the last bell rang, I went first so I could get Talon over to Urahara's place, once I got over to where Talon was, I shouted through the wall, "Hey, Talon." "What do you want, Akari?" he asked. I told him, "I found a couple boulders for you to destroy." As soon as I said that, came down the stone wall, Talon said, "Show me." "Follow me," I said, "Urahara was wanting someone to destroy a lot of boulders so I thought of you being perfect for that." Out of nowhere, I got a hug from Talon, when I dropped him off at Urahara's place, I know that I did a good thing for him, I was now seeing Talon in his natural state, and damn, he puts body builders to shame on how shape he is. He is SO buffed up, I decided to stay for a while because I want to know on how he destroys those boulders which are collided together, then I was told that he lifts them up with his bare hands. Urahara asked, "Is he going to get crushed by those?" "Urahara, Talon is a Stone Elemental," I said, "I was told that he is always getting caught lifting up boulders all day and night." "Not the night part," we heard Talon, "I prefer my sleep, thank you very much." "Okay, never mind then," said Urahara, "As long as he can get the job done then I can't argue with you." As I left Talon in Urahara's hands, I noticed that I did not tell Ichigo on where I was going, and he's in a very irritated mood right now, so I went home before he did. So I thought, I could swear that he's waiting for me to open up the door and I get scolded by him. I took a deep breath and stepped inside, I left my book with Ichigo, I'm not going to ask for it back, I will wait for him to return it for me, I asked Karin in a whispered voice, "Where is Ichigo?" "In his room," said Karin, "You might want to let him cool down, he's not in a good mood." "Yeah, thanks to an Elemental of mine," I said, keeping my voice at a low voice so Ichigo doesn't hear me. I think to myself on where I can throw my voice, I went to the karaoke place where I met Asteria Evarose, I went to the lady and asked, "May I go up there?" "Sure, what song do you want to sing?" she asked. I told her, "Um, this one." "Waiting for Superman from Daughtry and what else?" she asked. I chose a couple songs, she knows that I want to throw my passion at different things, I rocked at the Daughtry song, apparently I was testing the sound of the mic and music. I was hearing people clapping on their way inside of the building, I sang the songs I had queued up for me, everyone loved me on how I was doing every verse and chorus. My last one was Move Along from All American Rejects, when the intro was playing, guess who walked through the door? Yep, Ichigo and his friends, I looked in front of me, I was seeing the 12 EXO guys, I began to sing the song. After my setlist of songs, I walked over to where the EXO guys were, Luhan said, "That was amazing, Akari." "Thanks," I said, blushing. Kris said, "You will become an amazing singer or songwriter one day."

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NSFW Alphabet, Byakuya A-Z

Reposting all of these together for convenience and to save space. Alphabet requests are still open, but remember, I don't accept requests to do the entire alphabet for someone all at once. You have to stick to the guidelines of 1 character per ask, and 5 letters per ask, and once I finish the alphabet for a character with requests like that, I will repost it all together.

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

The sweetest aftercare that is filled with loving eye contact and so many small kisses. He likes to take a warm bath with you afterwards, and he’s prone to giving you massages to ease your aching muscles, as well. When the two of you finally settle back down for the night, he likes for you to cuddle up to his side, and he’ll lightly hum as you fall asleep in that position.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, definitely his hair. Just look at how much effort he puts into it. Plus, that’s also where his kenseikan are (the hair pieces that symbolize his nobility as the head of his clan), and he obviously puts a lot of value on those.

On his partner, he loves their hands. He loves holding your hands and getting a real good feel of them. Your hands tell him a story, and the pages of that story are written by the texture and smoothness of the skin there, as well as any scars and callouses that you might have. He also really likes the image of your hand wrapped around his cock, but he’d never admit that out loud.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

A little on the thin side, but not too watery so there won’t be a huge mess when he cums. His diet is also pristine, so it won’t have a bad taste at all. He prefers to cum inside of you since he feels like the two of you are more connected that way, but if you don’t want him to cum inside of you, then he’ll usually cum on your thighs. On a side note, he doesn’t like to finish when you give him head. He treats it like foreplay, so he’ll stop you well before he has an orgasm. He thinks it’s a bit degrading to have you swallow his cum, but he won’t fight you on the matter if you really want to swallow.

D: Dirty Secret

It’s not really a dirty secret of his, but he’d rather it was completely wiped from his memory. He once walked in on Renji masturbating in the Sixth Division office. It was so damn awkward, and he was taken off guard so he ended up standing there for a minute and just staring at his lieutenant. Neither of them knew what to do, and Byakuya eventually just left without another word. He knew he should have reprimanded his lieutenant, but he was just so disturbed that he never wanted to bring the situation up again. Even without the reprimand, though, Renji learned his lesson.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s got some experience and he knows what he’s doing. He obviously had experience from his first marriage, but Hisana was the only person that he slept with before you. Because of that, he knows what he’s doing, but he’s also aware that everyone likes different things when it comes to sex, so he’s very observant when it comes to figuring out your preferences. Due to that observation, you’re guaranteed to have a good time with him.

F: Favorite Position

Missionary will forever be his go-to, but he also really loves Lotus because of how close the two of you get. Honestly, he’s down for any position that allows for a lot of intimacy. Eagle and Watering Can are two more of his favorites, Watering Can because of how closely he gets to hold you as you lay on top of him, and Eagle because he can stare into your eyes as he gets really deep inside of you.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He’s definitely more serious than he is goofy in the moment. Like, don’t try to pop out any jokes on him, because he’ll just give you a funny look that makes you ashamed of yourself. If something humorous does happen to occur while the two of you are having sex, the most you’ll get is a gentle smile.

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Groomed to the T. The carpet matches the drapes, and he refuses to let anything get too unkempt down there. He’s thought about completely shaving all of his pubic hair off, but he hasn’t gone through with it yet.

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Sex is all about intimacy with Byakuya. He’ll be looking into your eyes and telling you sweet nothings the entire time. He uses sex to express his undying love for you, and after having Byakuya make such sensual love to you, you most certainly won’t be able to question his feelings for you.  

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

It’s a beautiful thing to try to picture, isn’t it? Unfortunately, it doesn’t happen often, and once he’s in a relationship, it doesn’t happen at all. He’s a master at suppressing his urges, and he’d much rather save his energy until he can have you again. Even when he’s not in a relationship, he’s just so focused on his duties that he doesn’t put much though into his sexual desires.

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He’s not exactly into bondage, but he does like the image of you being wrapped up in a silky ribbon. It just looks so classy, and he’ll ask you to do it for him from time to time, but go ahead and surprise him with it on occasion. It gets him every time.

Clothed Sex-he likes the idea that you’re both so desperate for each other that you can’t even be bothered to fully undress before he takes you.

Overstimulation on you. He thinks it’s a good way to test his self-control, and he will keep giving you orgasm after orgasm while he denies his own urges.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In the bedroom. He doesn’t want to tarnish his reputation, so he won’t take a risk on getting caught having sex somewhere inappropriate. Plus, he finds that the bedroom is the most intimate place to have sex with you, since it’s a room that you share with each other regularly. If you’re a really good convincer, though, you might be able to get him to have sex in his office, but it will have to be after hours once everyone else has gone to bed, and he will have to be very pent up to be willing to do it.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Set up a romantic scene in the bedroom. Light some candles, turn off all the other lights, make a trail of rose petals (or cherry blossom petals for extra points) for him, and just lounge out on the bed and wait for him. Not only will it surprise him, but he’ll also be very generous in showing you how much he appreciates your efforts.

Sophisticated lingerie will always catch his eye, but another way to catch his attention will be to just walk up to him in the buff. He’ll be shocked, but there’s something about seeing you act so brazen that gets him all riled up.

Delicate touches throughout the day. Just gently run your hand up his arm and make your desires known to him early on. It will stay at the forefront of his mind all day, and each subsequent touch will make his desires climb higher and higher until he finally gets home and gives you a night that you’ll be remembering for a long time.

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t do anything that involves a bodily fluid other than cum, including tears, blood, urine, vomit, etc. He’s not going to hurt you at all, especially not to the point that you cry or bleed, and bodily wastes are way out of his comfort zone.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers to give over receive. He likes to take his time with you, too, slowing bringing you to an orgasm so he can enjoy your sweet moans for just a little bit longer. His technique is pretty damn good, too, although it could be a bit too gentle and slow for some.

P: Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes for sex to be intimate and loving, so slow and sensual is his usual go-to. He’ll never go fast and rough on his own accord, so you’ll have to tell him that you want him to take you like that for it to happen.

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s not a fan of quickies, and he generally doesn’t indulge in them. He likes to take his time with you and ensure that you’ve been properly pleasured. He’s also a master at suppressing his own urges, so there’s usually no need for him to indulge in a quickie.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Not risky at all, really. Sex will always be in your bedroom; he has a reputation to uphold as a captain and as the head of his clan, so he won’t take a chance on tarnishing that by getting caught having sex somewhere he shouldn’t have. As far as experimentation goes, he’s wary of it, but so long as you explain everything to him and it’s not something completely outside of his comfort zone, he’ll give it a try.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s got pretty good stamina. He can last at least 15 minutes a round, but he can go for as many rounds as you want. In the rare instance that he has a day off, he will make love to you all night long the night before his off day, and then he’ll lounge around in bed with you all day afterwards

T: Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any toys, simply for the fact that he doesn’t see any elegance in them (sans blindfolds, silk ribbons, etc.). He can be convinced otherwise, however, so long as you present your case well enough to him. Start off with the things you know he likes, like blindfolds, and work your way up from there. Gradually get more risqué as you introduce more toys to him, and it’ll eventually get to the point that he’ll use any toy that you want on you (not on himself, though- it will take quite a while before he’s comfortable enough for that).

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s usually not much of a tease, but he does love to overstimulate you. He will bring you to orgasm after orgasm, all while denying his own needs as a test of his self-restraint.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s pretty quiet overall, but when you do something that he really likes or he’s getting close to orgasm, you’ll start to get some choked groans out of him.

W: Wild Card

We’ve already established in the R section that public sex is not his thing, on account of him being mindful of his reputation. With that being said, he would actually love to take you at an onsen at least once. He’s quite fond of the image of it, the water sloshing around you, the steam curling around your body as you ride him. He’d probably rent out the whole place, so the chances of you actually getting caught would be slim to none, but it’s still pretty risky and risqué in his books.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

We’ve got another really pretty dick here. It’s pale like the rest of his skin, and the head turns a dusky light pink when he’s hard. His dick has an upward curve to it, and he’s got a few light veins along his shaft that aren’t too prominent (but still prominent enough to stimulate you with their added texture).

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a pretty decent sex drive, but he is all about keeping his urges suppressed. His self-control is amazing, and he doesn’t even have to get off to control his urges. On that note, he’ll let you choose how often the two of you have sex. Once a month? Cool. Once week? He’s game. Every day of the week? It might be hard with his schedule, but he’ll make it work.  

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He won’t fall asleep until after you do. He likes to run his fingers over your shoulders as you curl up at his side, and he’ll lightly hum as you fall asleep. After that, he’ll take a minute to really memorize your peaceful expression, and then he’ll fall asleep with that image as the last thing on his mind.

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Poplar Street

Ichiruki. Smut. Loose college AU setting for @ichirukimonth day 4. Content warning for drug use. ~2,700 words. 

He’d texted her that morning, told her to come by after work. Rukia had readily agreed - it was Friday night, she had no other plans, Ichigo was always a good time … and anyway, who knows, maybe she’ll get off later.

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The bus belches smoke as it pulls jerkily away from the curb. Rukia stumbles but catches herself and continues down the aisle towards the back of the bus. She settles into a window seat, to watch the city slip by. The sun is setting and on this side of town, the streets are tree-lined and the cars parked against the curb all have soft lines and nice paint. There are families on the sidewalks.

The bus turns down the main street and starts to wend its way towards downtown and the houses turn into office buildings with glass walls and shops on their first floors. Rukia has to change buses at the terminal, which, as usual, is in the roughest part of downtown. Her next bus is late, so she waits. She stands in the pool of the overhead light, hands in her pockets, ignoring the other denizens of the bus terminal at this hour.

The next bus arrives and Rukia climbs aboard, heading, once again, for the back seat. The interior lights of the bus flick off as it pulls away from the terminal and Rukia pulls out her phone, scrolling through her instagram feed while she half-listens to the automated stop announcements. She’s got a ways to go before she arrives at the stop she needs.

Ichigo lives off-campus.

His place is a tumble-down, divided-up-into-too-many-apartments, needs-a-new-roof-three-years-ago kind of a house, but he and his roommates – Chad and Renji – keep their part of it as neat as they can. The upstairs apartment houses a revolving door of people – Rukia is pretty sure there are only four names on the lease, but it always seems like there’s anywhere up to thirteen people living in the place. The bachelor apartment in the basement is occupied by one Ishida Uryuu, who keeps to himself most of the time, but once, when Rukia was sneaking out before Ichigo (or his roommates) woke up, she’d run into him getting his bike out of the garage.

Rukia flushes at bit at the memory now, sitting at the back of the bus on her way back to campus after a day spent overseeing over-excited children at the art gallery. Ishida’d looked her up and down, appraising her diaphanous blue dress and the heels she was carrying before shaking his head and heading out. Rukia smiles though, at the memory of giving his back the finger and sticking her tongue out at him before confidently heading down the sidewalk. After all, it’s not a walk of shame unless you are ashamed.

She and Ichigo aren’t a Thing, per se. They just sometimes end up in bed together, after one too many drinks down at the club on Tuesday nights – shots are $2, and one thing often leads to another – and sometimes, it also happens when they’re lonely or stressed or celebrating passing an exam or presenting a project… Rukia doesn’t like to label things. Honestly, she has better things to do. She reaches up, and pulls the stop request cord.

The bus stops between blocks, and Rukia disembarks, alone. She calls out a thank you to the driver before she steps off the bus, and then pockets her phone and heads down the block in the direction of Ichigo’s place. He’d texted her that morning, told her to come by after work. Rukia had readily agreed - it was Friday night, she had no other plans, Ichigo was always a good time … and anyway, who knows, maybe she’ll get off later. The thought of getting off puts a little spring in her step and she arrives at Ichigo’s place a little breathless.

The front door is open, as usual, and she slips in and shuts it behind her. In the hallway that connects the three apartments, there is a jungle of shoes and a bike and a scooter in pieces and other detritus of college boys. Rukia slips off her shoes just outside Ichigo’s door, and tries the knob. It’s open, and so she walks in.

Renji is in the kitchen, his hair a rope of red braided down his back while he stirs something. Ichigo looks up from the notebooks strewn across the kitchen table and Rukia watches a slow smile steal across his face.

“Hey,” Rukia says, and Renji half-turns, but Rukia is already on her way to Ichigo. Ichigo makes an aborted movement to stand but Rukia is too fast, and she pulls out the chair across from him and plops into it, before dropping her head to the table. “Why are children so loud?”

“Because no one ever taught them the usefulness of silence,” Chad’s voice makes Rukia look up.

“Naw,” Renji disagrees, “it’s ‘cause kids are actually hellspawn.”

Rukia smothers a laugh with her hand and then pokes Ichigo’s notebook with his discarded pen. “What’cha studying?”

“English Lit,” Ichigo answers, tossing his copy of Wuthering Heights across the table to her. It is dog-eared and much-loved. “But I’m done for the night. Wanna eat? Renji’s making noodles.”

“Renji is always making noodles,” Rukia grouses good-naturedly.

“Hey!” Renji protests, gesturing with the wooden spoon in his hand. “You don’t like my noodles, you can get out.”

“No one is saying they don’t like your noodles, Abarai,” Ichigo says, “which is only because they know that noodles are the only thing you can cook without setting the house on fire.”

Chad intervenes before Renji can throw the spoon in his hand at Ichigo. “I’m sure Rukia likes your noodles, Renji,” he rumbles and opens the fridge. “Can I get you a beer, Rukia?”

Rukia sneaks a glance across the table at Ichigo. He looks back at her steadily. Rukia sighs, and turns back to Chad. “Sure.”

Chad joins her and Ichigo at the table, handing both Rukia and Ichigo cans of beer before popping his open himself. “Happy Friday,” he says, and Rukia lifts her can to clink it against his.

After dinner, the four of the sprawl in the living room to watch shitty TV until Ichigo’s fingers get restless and start climbing Rukia’s thigh. Neither Renji nor Chad look up when Rukia tugs Ichigo up to his feet and pulls him down the hall to his room.

Ichigo closes the door behind them, and strips his shirt off over his head, tossing it onto the floor to join half of the rest of his wardrobe. Rukia lets him back her up, until he knocks her back onto his bed, and descends upon her, mouth hot and hands eager.

It’s quick and it’s quiet, but Rukia’s satisfied sigh makes Ichigo’s smile turn smug as he drapes an arm around her waist, and tugs her closer to him.

They wake up tangled together. Rukia reaches down behind her, and grins when she finds him, hard, against her back. She wraps her hand around him, and slowly pulls him out of sleep, letting him roll her over and pin her down. Rukia pushes back against him, and Ichigo’s hand presses down between her shoulder blades. She’s already wet, and Ichigo wastes no time, sliding inside and making her gasp into the pillow.

Ichigo pulls her back, and Rukia rises onto her elbows, head hanging down. Ichigo grips her hips, and drives into her. Rukia rests herself on one arm, the other hand busy between her own thighs. She bites her lip to keep from crying out when Ichigo’s rhythm falters and he comes with a groan before he reaches around to help her get herself off.

After, Rukia showers alone, and Ichigo hands her a cup of coffee when she pads back into the kitchen. Rukia finishes her coffee leaning on the counter while Ichigo tries not to fuck up scrambled eggs. He manages, just barely.

No one else is up when they’re finished, so Rukia leans up and kisses Ichigo as she’s leaving, slipping him some tongue for good measure and when she drops back onto her flat feet, Ichigo’s stunned look makes her smile.

“Call me,” she says, and Ichigo nods.

Ichigo texts her the week before finals.

By some miracle of providence, he has the house to himself for the entire weekend. Even the four (thirteen?) weirdos who live upstairs are going to be gone and Rukia’s fingers tremble with anticipation as she texts him back. She’s practically levitating with the thought of having an entire weekend of uninterrupted time (and very pointedly not thinking about how this probably means they are a Thing now) by the time she gets back to her dorm room.

The rest of the week feels like an age, and by the time Friday finally arrives, Rukia is this close to going mad. She cuts her last class on Friday afternoon, deciding she’ll be unable to focus on a lecture about existentialism when her mind is wholly consumed by images of Ichigo breathless beneath her and the memory of his hands on her hips.

She packs her bag in her dorm room, locks the door behind her and walks to the bus stop. Her phone buzzes in her pocket, and she fishes it out, reading Ichigo’s texts. She can tell by the sloppy grammar that he’s probably stoned. He’s laying out in great detail what he’s going to do to her later, punctuated by requests for her to hurry up and get there.

She texts him back once she���s on the bus, and contemplates figuring out how to take a picture of her boobs to send him, but decides the bus is not the place to do that. She sends him an older one she took when they were first deciding whether or not they wanted to be friends who fuck occasionally instead. She puts her phone away when the bus lurches to another stop and a horde of pre-gaming sophomores crowds around her.

Rukia escapes the bus a couple of stops later, and makes the same trek she has so many times before.

Ichigo is waiting for her on the stoop when she turns down his block, and he lifts a hand as she approaches. The sunset gilds his hair. Rukia’s heart lurches, and she almost wishes this was just physical, because he’s so pretty sometimes, that it hurts. She watches him smile as she gets closer.

“Yo,” she says, dropping her bags at her feet. Ichigo stands. He’s holding a roach between his fingers, and offers her the last drag. Rukia leans down and presses her lips to his hand.

She inhales, holding the sticky sweet smoke in her lungs, before exhaling it in a cloud above their heads. Ichigo stubs out the rest and picks up her bag. Rukia follows him into the house.

“You know,” Ichigo says, after they’ve put her stuff in his room and gone back outside to sit on the porch. Rukia is rolling another joint, and she picks it up to lick the paper and seal it shut. “I was thinking we’d order a pizza later.”

“Sure,” Rukia says, handing him the joint, and waiting while he lights it. Watching Ichigo smoke is always something of a turn on, and today is no different. The dying twilight paints strange shadows on his face, and he closes his eyes on that first inhale. He passes it back on his exhale.

They share the joint, smoking it down to nothing, and Rukia feels the high settle into her bones. Ichigo always gets better stuff than she can get on campus, and his preference is for a body high instead of something that goes straight to his head. Rukia feels syrupy and slow, like all her bones are melting into the concrete steps beneath her.

Ichigo stands after a while, and pulls Rukia to her feet. She’s unsteady and stumbles into him, so Ichigo wraps an arm around her waist and brings her inside. He deposits her on the couch and comes back with two beers and his phone.

Rukia picks up her beer, and gets stuck on the way the condensation feels on the glass, keeps rubbing her fingers over the edge of the label and Ichigo watches her, amused. “You’re a little stoned,” he says, leaning back.

“Like you’re not,” Rukia retorts, and Ichigo laughs.

“Here,” Ichigo says, and takes her beer. He opens it, popping the cap with his lighter. The cap pings off the ceiling and lands somewhere behind them. Rukia whoops. Ichigo opens his own beer with less fanfare and they clink the necks, before drinking.

The beer is cold, and Rukia swallows the whole neck of the bottle before putting it back down on the coffee table. She sits back, and Ichigo leans in, his beer forgotten on the table behind him.

He kisses her heavy and slow, pressing her back onto the couch, his hands trailing up her sides and then slipping under shirt. Rukia moans into his mouth when he tugs down the cups of her bra, tweaking her nipples.

“I’m gonna fuck you on this couch,” Ichigo says, into the join of her neck, and Rukia arches against him.

“Please,” she says.

Ichigo’s hands get busy with the fly of her shorts, and soon enough she’s lifting her hips to him strip them off her. He leans up over her to kiss her while he slips his hand in between her thighs. She opens for him, and he rubs against her clit; tight circles that make her breath catch. Ichigo could get her off like this, and normally she’d let him, but– “you said you were gonna fuck me,” she says, breathless.

“Yeah?” Ichigo doesn’t stop with his fingers in her cunt as he tugs on his belt and gets his own shorts off. Rukia can’t help the way her eyes stray down his body, the lean strength of him always amazes her. He’s deceptively strong, she knows, and has an immediate and burning need to get him to hike her up the wall and fuck her while holding her up with his hands beneath her thighs.

The thought makes her shudder and moan.

Ichigo pushes her back onto the couch, lines up and slides home in a fluid movement that makes Rukia’s mouth drop open. “Fuck,” he says.

“That’s the idea,” Rukia answers, and rolls her hips into his. Ichigo hisses, and begins to fuck her in earnest. Rukia’s fingers replace his on her clit.

With no one home, they have no reason to be quiet, and so Rukia isn’t. She says his name, over and over, digs her hand into his shoulder, hard, and lets him push her over the edge just ahead of his own release.

After, she shoves him off, and Ichigo lands on the floor. “Hey!”

Rukia laughs.

They order too much pizza, and eat it sitting on the floor in front of the TV, while Rukia kicks his ass at Mario Kart on Chad’s N64.

Later, they sit on Ichigo’s bed, his textbooks spread on the floor while Rukia drills him on the themes of gothic literature and rewards his correct answers by taking off her clothes. When she’s naked, she leans back, landing on his pillows and draws one hand and then the other down her body, spreading herself for him and sliding her fingers into her cunt.

Ichigo’s breath goes out of him like he’s been punched, and he watches, rapt, as she brings herself off, but doesn’t let her get all the way before he’s between her thighs with his tongue and his own hands. Rukia keens when she comes, toes curling and her hands in his hair.

In the afterglow, Ichigo shoves the books off his bed and curls around her, tracing circles into her skin. “I think I want to be more than friends who fuck occasionally,” he says, out of the blue.

Rukia smiles at him. “Okay,” she says, “we can be friends who fuck all weekend.”

“You know what I mean,” Ichigo says, and sits up. “I like you,” he says, “a lot.”

“I like you too,” Rukia says, also sitting up. “Wanna go steady, Ichigo Kurosaki?” she asks, with a wink, and Ichigo snorts, but then he smiles and oh, Rukia feels it all the way down to her toes.

“Think that’s my line,” Ichigo says, leaning in and tucking her hair behind her ear.

“You want to go steady with yourself?” Rukia asks, and Ichigo groans, shoving her playfully to one side.

“You’re insufferable,” he grouses, but there’s a smile in his eyes. He pulls her up and into his lap. Rukia stares up at him, and Ichigo looks down at her. He leans in and kisses her, sweet and soft.

[recurring-polynya]

Hey so can you give us a worst to best on Renji’s fashion choices? Please and thank you.

I WILL 1000% DO THIS, IT IS MY HONOR AND DUTY.

Unfortunately, Doing This Right is going to require an anime deep dive, and I’m going on vacation next week, so it may take me a while to get this out. In the meantime, here is the official Polynya ranking of Renji’s Standard Looks, that is, things he wore in the manga, not counting splash pages.

Infinity. Those khakis from the epilogue. I have already posted one picture of them this week, enough is enough.

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A shakkahou to the face

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11. The pink bathrobe. I don’t even know what this is. I assume it’s some kind of loungewear? It’s terrible. It’s objectively bad. That being said, I love it and I love that he wore it to visit Rukia in prison. It’s my fav. I almost said that I wished I had one, but I do in fact own a silky bathrobe that I sit around and write fanfiction in. My child once borrowed it to be a wizard on Halloween. TMI, Polynya, TMI.

10. The Karakura High uniform. Look, Renji is way too ripped and tall and inked to be wearing an outfit made for a teen. He is the equivalent of a busty lady in a schoolgirl uniform. I am honestly embarrassed at how sexy he looks in that thing, so I rated it really low because he (I) should be ashamed of himself (myself). Those boots, tho.

9. Hihiou Zabimaru bathmat cape. Sorry, buddy, I know you love that baboon skull. (This is not a judgement on Hihiou Zabimaru! I love you, you are the best bankai!!)

8. Royal Realm cape. It’s just a tiny bit too Extra. It’s the fur trim, I think.

7. Soo Zabimaru. Okay, it’s way more Extra than the Royal Realm cape on its own, but he’s in bankai, soooooo...? I got nothin’. This list is a sham.

6. Academy uniform. He’s super cute in it, but, uh, it’s a school uniform. At least he’s actually a teen-equivalent here.

5. Red Pineapple shirt. Look, I love it so, so much, I wanted to rate it higher, but honestly, it’s just a t-shirt.

4. Standard shihakushou. Sunglasses #1 (RIP) > white bandana > Sunglasses #2 (also RIP). Even though it’s what everyone wears all the time, I feel like Renji can really Wear a Shihakushou. Kira hates standing next to him in group photos, is what I’m getting at.

3. Pecs-out post-timeskip look. I have the slightest preference for the tiger bandana over the plain black, it was more iconic. This was a Good Look.

2. Hueco Mundo capes. So elegant. So classy. So practical. Byakuya gave it to him, which is probably why it looks so good.

1. On my way to steal your girl beat up your brother one-sleeve/shoulder pad deal. Sob. I just... love it so much.

[sonnets-and-snowdrops]

Heya! Hope you're pleasantly drunk by now! Is the Shunsui b-day thing still on? If so, Shun-Uki head canons please! Whatever you want to say about it (I reckon you might have a thing or two...)

Hey hey, Anon! Yes yes, the birthday thing is absolutely still on - and, actually, I think I might just, like, leave it on indefinitely. I kinda like this game, heh.

(Sorry I didn’t get to your ask last night, btw. I fell asleep at like 1am because I’m a square. Eh. Oh well. Shunsui would be proud of me for that, too. He’s a guy who gets the whole sleep thing.)

Anyway! ShunUki headcanons, you ask? As a matter of fact, my friend, I do indeed have a headcanon or two! But because going through all of them would take a long, long time - I think I may just describe one of them here, if that’s cool. Do feel free to drop another ask later if you’d like more, though!

One of the most bizarre and fascinating things to me about Shunsui is that his first-person pronoun of choice is boku.

For those who are unfamiliar with Japanese first-person pronouns, Wikipedia has this to say about boku: “Used by males of all ages; very often used by boys. Perceived as humble, but can also carry an undertone of “feeling young” when used by males of older age. Also used when casually giving deference; “servant” uses the same kanji (僕 shimobe).” That doesn’t convey all of the flavor of using the pronoun “boku” in anime, but for context - other Bleach characters who use “boku” include Uryuu, Hanatarou, Yumichika, Gin, Kira (and Rose, now that I think of it - so everyone of significance in Squad 3, I guess - huh. Maybe there’s something in that. Also maybe not. Eh. Whatever), Szayel, Tsukishima, Urahara during TBTP (he switches to atashi later, which is a whole nother thing, but I won’t get into that here), and others. In the world of anime, I find that boku is used by characters who are either “polite speakers,” characters who are young, or characters who are a little bit slippery, and are trying to hide something.

I didn’t know until I was well into the TYBW arc that Shunsui used boku - mostly because I’d watched the anime dubbed *cringes* and was reading the manga in English. I’d assumed, knowing that he was a powerful dude with chest hair, that he used ore (which I’ll get into in a minute), or maaaaaybe even washi (i.e., the old man pronoun). 

So, already reeling from this new knowledge, I, of course, had to ask myself - which pronoun does Ukitake use? He’s kind and polite, isn’t he? Surely - surely - a guy like that uses boku…?

But no, my friends - Juu-chan, tragic and handsome embodiment of Shinigami sunshine that he is, uses the first-person pronoun ore.

…which, as promised, we will discuss here. Ah-ha-ha-hem: “Frequently used by men. Establishes a sense of masculinity. Can be seen as rude depending on the context. Emphasizes one’s own status when used with peers and with those who are younger or of lesser status. Among close friends or family, its use conveys familiarity rather than masculinity or superiority.” So, yeah - basically, in anime terms, it’s a quick way of letting the audience know that this character is a man who is comfortable with being a man, and in some cases, it can be a way of conveying that a character is assertive, or a generally informal speaker. Other Bleach characters who use ore include Ichigo, Renji, Kenpachi (so, just to be totally clear here, Ukitake uses the same first-person pronoun as Kenpachi), Shuuhei, Iba, Starrk, Nnoitra, and Grimmjow (which - again - Ukitake uses the same first-person pronoun as freaking Grimmjow), among others.

Learning that boku was Shunsui’s pronoun of choice and that ore was Ukitake’s forced me to think about both of them a little bit differently - and, I eventually found, in ways that I liked, and that made sense for their characters, when I actually sat down to connect all of the dots.

I think that ShunUki is a frequently misunderstood ship. I’ve read dozens of fics, for example, that portray Ukitake as a perpetually ailing optimist who leans heavily on his best friend for support, both physical and emotional. There’s validity in writing fics like that - and, full disclosure, I’m an absolute sucker for a well-written sickfic - but I think that ending one’s conclusions about ShunUki there does a disservice to both Shunsui and Ukitake, and oversimplifies the ship in general.

I believe that, generally speaking, Ukitake is a fundamentally stronger person than Shunsui is. He’s encountered hardship, but he’s well-adjusted and personable. He’s emotionally intuitive, but he still possesses the ability to make difficult decisions. He’s a man of peace who has still applied himself wholeheartedly to learning the arts of war. He’s a cute, sweet, goodhearted gentleman who loves sweets and has no idea how to cultivate bonsai. He knows who he is - strengths and weaknesses and all - and he is not ashamed of himself. And his pronoun of choice, ore, reflects his quiet but undeniable inner confidence.

Shunsui, by contrast, drinks all day and takes naps in the middle of the afternoon on a regular basis. Shunsui can’t keep up with his paperwork. Shunsui doesn’t have a good relationship with his family.  Shunsuihas a soul whose greatest power manifests itself through a dark, painful, intricate story of lovers who commit suicide.

When you think about it like that, is it any wonder that Shunsui might feel a little more comfortable using boku, an potentially more elusive pronoun than the arguably expected ore?

I still had to figure out, though, why these pronouns still threw me for a bit of a loop. On the surface, I still struggled to see Ukitake as anything but a boku user (or maaaaybe watashi, I guess, but that’s a little stuffy for him imo) and to see Shunsui as anything but an ore user.

And thanks to these thoughts, a headcanon (I promise, I didn’t forget what this question was actually about lol) was born.

I think that, when Shunsui and Ukitake met during their Academy days, Ukitake was a boku user and Shunsui was an ore user. Ukitake valued politeness and etiquette - he still does, even during the main arc - and as a young boy raised in a noble family, he would have been taught to speak politely and properly. He would use boku at this time in the same way that a character like Uryuu would - it’s polite, it’s correct, and it gives a small level of respectable deference to his peers. (Plus also, there’s no way anyone can convince me that little baby Juu-chan wasn’t all wide-eyed and cute when he entered the Academy, and cute, wide-eyed characters - think Deku from BNHA, Nagisa from Free!!, Rock Lee from Naruto if you want the super-extreme version haha - tend to use boku in anime and manga.) Shunsui, by contrast, was a too-cool-for-school slacker boy who liked chasing skirts and who had never had as much freedom at home as he’d wanted. While Shunsui never wanted to attend the Academy, I don’t doubt that he valued what little new freedom it gave him.

See below:

Also, if this doesn’t look like the face of a smug-ass ore user, then I don’t know what does:

We know that Shunsui and Ukitake met at the Academy and became friends. We also know that, during the main plot, Shunsui uses the pronoun boku and Ukitake uses the pronoun ore. It may not line up completely perfectly when all is said and done, but simply put, my headcanon is this: As Shunsui and Ukitake spent more time together as friends and learned more about themselves as they grew older, they slowly switched personal pronouns.

This happened for several reasons.Ukitake ’s story is pretty straightforward - you see multiple young protagonists switch from boku to ore over the course of their respective anime (such as Shinji Ikari from NGE and Simon from Gurren Lagann, for example). This shift usually implies that a character has grown up, or has grown more confident - and I figure that’s exactly what happened to Ukitake. He entered the academy as a bright, young boy with a lot of physical challenges to overcome, and probably a lot of self-doubt, but through six years of training and education, and six years of friendship with a lunk like Shunsui, he slowly began to gain confidence - enough that, by the time he entered the Gotei proper, he was ready to claim ore as his pronoun of choice.

Shunsui’s journey was probably a little more roundabout. Shunsui is a strange guy, and he stands out. He’s different from those around him, and attending the Academy probably highlighted those differences. He’s smarter than almost everyone he interacts with, for one thing, and there’s a duality about him that most people don’t experience firsthand - the key aspect being that he’s a male-presenting person with a female-presenting zanpakutō spirit, which is, I think, indicative of many other dualities that exist inside him. My guess is that, at first, Shunsui tried to hide a lot of his complexities, and to present himself as a boring, straightforward, oh-hey-I-like-slacking-off-and-chasing-girls kind of guy, and using the pronoun ore was a quick, easy, uncomplicated shortcut that helped that image. But as Shunsui began to grow closer to Ukitake, I’m sure that he began to letUkitake see the many dualities within him - whether he intended to or not. Ukitake, being the kind soul he is, embraced these parts of Shunsui. He told Shunsui that it’s okay to be complicated, that it’s okay to be strange - that it’s even okay to be a little messed up inside. That it’s okay to be who you are, even if it isn’t what people expect, or ask of you.

So, in short! The headcanon goes like this:

When they first met during their Academy days, Ukitake’s pronoun of choice was boku, and Shunsui’s was ore. As they became friends and moved through the Academy together, Shunsui helped Ukitake’s confidence grow, and Ukitake helped Shunsui towards self-acceptance in general. By the time they graduated the Academy - or perhaps shortly thereafter - Ukitake’s pronoun of choice had shifted to ore (Shunsui’s former pronoun of choice) and Shunsui’s pronoun of choice had shifted to boku (Ukitake’s former pronoun of choice). These pronoun shifts reflect Shunsui’s and Ukitake’s growth, both as individuals and as friends.

Phew! Welp, uh - that got longer than I anticipated it would. But it’s a personal favorite headcanon of mine, and I haven’t ever had an excuse to share it publicly, so - thanks for giving me the excuse I needed, Anon! I had fun writing this up - hope you had fun reading it, too!

Ask me about myShunsui headcanons!

I’m not drunk anymore btw because yaboi can’t do that two nights in a row lol - I hope this was still fun anyway!!

[storiesbydtcecil]

Excerpt  First Chapter

Full story at https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/227866715/write/897410237

The night was cool as the storm intensified outside but Byakuya Kuchiki was in a hell of his own making. His body shot through with tension and need that made it impossible for him to get any rest. His mind was no better. It's as if he's the target of an unrelenting barrage and he was losing. His own body was turning against him because all he could think about was Rukia lying beneath him, her sexy cries in his ears as he possesses her repeatedly with his stiffen flesh; her heeled boots digging into his back.

"Dark gods!" He curses with a miserable groan then turned from his back to his side, his breaths shallowing. Just envisioning that had his body thrumming.

No!  Ashamed at his thoughts, ashamed that he couldn't stop. Fucking powerless to get this under control...

Hours drained on yet his erection insisted doggedly. The swollen head jutted past the waistband of his hakama, the top glistening with beads of precum it had already offered up from the unbidden thoughts that streamline nonstop to his mind. Byakuya didn't know what else to do at this point. He already spent too much time in his shower, allowing the icy water to cascade over him and 'it'. If anything, he grew harder which frustrated the hell out of him! He had thought about touching himself and trying to release into his fist but to do that meant that he would have to think about Rukia, the very thing that he was trying not to do and failing! He removes the top half of his night attire and sweat rolled off his bare chest down his torso. His sack was so heavy, aching tremendously.

Damn it! Why the hell was he feeling so strongly about this now? Byakuya has not had to deal with this sort of thing in over fifty years so it felt nigh foreign to him to be sexually starving for release. Plus, the shame of masturbating to the image of Rukia, his sister, by marriage, yes- but still... it was sending him reeling as he obstinately acknowledges that he almost didn't feel any shame at all and he wondered what that meant. Perhaps the feeling was delayed and only his honor which he was holding on to with teeth, nail and some good old fashion Kuchiki stubbornness was preventing him from wrapping his fingers around his cock (again) and thrusting until his eyes rolled back while thinking about screwing Rukia's brains out.

Spent, up to my chin. I didn't even know I could cum so hard. Byakuya had thought dazedly on the second night in this week of sexual torment. Not even with Hisana-his late wife- had commanded such a reaction from him and Byakuya felt awash in dishonor anew for lusting after her sister like he was.

Disgraceful. Deplorable! Disgusting! He berated himself vitriolically constantly for allowing this to go on for as long as it has. His mood grew markedly more malodorous by the hour.

For the last few nights, ever since that crazy encounter between them in the Kuchiki Osen, he had found himself unable to sleep the night through. While at the barracks, he dives into his work, attacking reports with a lethal stroke of his quill terminating stacks of paperwork that might have taken days in hours. His mind kept thoughts of Rukia's naked body- of the steamy water sluicing over taut nipples, hanging from their pink edges like jewels, prisoner. Or on the backburner, as they say in the World Of The Living. But at night, his body was in utter torment. So much so, that on more than one occasion he had awakened to himself thrusting into the sheets or in his fist. The shameful acts confounded him but the pleasure-indescribable! Impossible to deny. Too much to bear. To his eternal disgrace, he continued each time unable to stop himself until there was release so violent, so intense that his shuddering torso was awash with sweat and seed with each episode. His teeth bit into the pillow to reduce the roars tearing from his throat as he climaxes.

Byakuya closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. "Hisanna would turn in her grave if she knew the traitorous thoughts I'm failing to keep at bay." He said softly, his voice drowning in a blast of thunder.

With his eyes still shut he tries to think of nothing. Tries to feel nothing. By all the Gods, it's been a long horrible day for him. He had a feeling he should have stayed home but then that bastard Ichigo came and made a mess of things and then Rukia just had to be involved with him. Why did that boy get him so annoyed especially when it came to Rukia? He chose not to acknowledge the answer to that question. He should have let Renji handle the barracks for the remainder of the time he had to be away from it.

"What is wrong with me?" He questioned himself.

What was the sense of having servants and people to assist him if he didn't allow them to do their jobs? Why couldn't he let everything be as they should? He had to ensure that they were up to his standards. The Kuchiki in him demanded it and sometimes, he hated that aspect of himself. He looked down the length of his body, to 'that' opinionated part of his anatomy and commanded very slowly,

"Go. To. Sleep." He hissed at it. He wasn't hoping for much anyway and when his cock just continued throbbing to the point of bobbing as if mocking him, he miserably grabbing one of the pillows, buried his face in it, and groaned a long-winded groan.

No! He couldn't continue to masturbate to Rukia's image. Why her? Of all the women in the Soul Society. Of all the high-born picks the Elders had tried to butt into his life with. Why did it have to be Rukia his body reacts so strongly to? It wasn't right! He knew that it wasn't. The breath-taking scandals that would sweep over the Kuchiki name if someone even suspected he was having feelings like these for his sister. Tarnishing his clan all because of these emotions...

A muffled frustrated yell fired from deep within the soft padded pillow after starting life as another long-winded groan. Five minutes of useless strangling yells, long streams of invectives, and blasphemously invoking gods long forgotten passed before Byakuya decided to remove the pillow from his face. His chest heaved for breath after his shouting purchased all the air out of his lungs. He got up from the bed endeavoring one more method to grasp the sleep he so badly needed. And to, maybe, just maybe, kill the part of his anatomy that's now earned his enmity.

He got to the closet and opened the right side and parted the line of white Captain coats to a built-in small cabinet he had a hidden sake rack that he kept locked at all times. A man of his status couldn't be seen drinking like a fish as much as he should be with the kind of responsibilities that he has as the head of the clan and the shit he had to deal with daily, less he got a disreputable reputation like a certain flower Captain. For any other stresses, he could meditate, indulge in his hobby, or train and work off some steam. He only indulges on occasion when it was necessary.

He walked back to his bed and sat on the edge of it. In the morning he could regret his decision but tonight he needed this. No one would dare disturb him this night, not with the mood and the spiritual pressure he unleashed an hour before as he had that argument with Rukia. Thinking about that he didn't bother with a glass, he just removed the cork from the bottle with an audible 'pop' and put his lips on the rim, drinking deeply.

It burned his throat like liquid fire but he welcomed the new feeling, anything to distract him from his increasing need to think about the woman that he shouldn't. The indecent acts he wanted to do to her over and over again and how that same woman hated him now. He continued to drink until his inner voice told him that he's had enough. It didn't feel like he's had enough. It didn't feel like he was now a free man from the claws of reality but with practiced restraint, he set the sake bottle down on the bedside table and cradle his face in his hands before running his fingers through his thick long mane. With his head bowed, he took deep breaths. Rukia hated him now and in retrospect, he would hate him too despite his reasons.

Why was nothing simple when it came to her. She threw him at every turn, pushed his buttons like no one else in his very long life has ever done, and yet none has ever thrilled him more. Made him feel so alive.

She is barely a full-grown adult and I have done my share in damaging her as if the slums had not given her their best efforts. And now I want to fuck her? His thoughts reached such a level of self-loathing it should have qualified an upheaval from his stomach, he was so disgusted with himself.

For a man who worshipped logic, it was completely illogical for him to want to be with someone that he ignored, was jealous of for some time because she was the reason his wife couldn't love him completely, tried to kill, and then resigned to kill himself because of the confliction of the whole thing.

Too much, Byakuya! He swung a narrowing glance at the bottle of sake.

Fuck it! He drained the bottle, gulping down the contains quickly and relishing again the raw burn of it then went for a second. The food from his dinner staved off the effects of the liquor, delaying the bliss that he so desperately needed right now. He flashed stepped back to the closet to get another bottle as soon as one emptied, then again.

About a quarter way through the fourth bottle of sake, he started feeling the seeds of buzz blossoming, numbing reality into a dull hum at the back of his head.

Finally!

His vision swam a little in the darkened room lit only by the slim reach of the light from the lamp on his desk. He felt a little dizzy from drinking too much too fast, the weight of the bottle in his hand seemed to have double, penance for his rebellion against his sound judgment but he needed the escape if only this once.

Over the roar of the storm outside, Byakuya could have sworn that he heard a knocking somewhere, perhaps on his door.

But that's impossible, he thought hazily, feeling like his head and his body was separate from one another.

He was still seated on the edge of the bed staring out into the nothingness of his bedroom, a perfect reflection of his life. Just walls of responsibilities and they were so hard to climb. So empty within. He almost felt like breaking down. It was tempting to feel sorry for himself. To cry and just empty his lonely soul. To stop being the strong twenty-eighth head of the clan for a few moments and just-

"Nii-Sama." He heard Rukia's voice coming from the other side of his door.

"I'm drunk for sure now because I'm hearing things." He said to himself chuckling a little to the hollow joke only he knew about. Could he never escape this storm of temptation? Could he never escape from what he couldn't have?

He wanted to scream to the universe, 'I FUCKING GET IT, ALRIGHT! I AM ONLY QUALIFIED TO BE ALONE. YOU CAN STOP NOW!'

A mountain of built-up frustration made him hurl the bottle of sake against his door, shattering it into a thousand shards. Sake ran down the dark mahogany wood in thin rivulets unto the marble floor.

The door opens just then and the object of his miserable desires came rushing into his room. Standing before him like a damn paradox to his logic. Byakuya dilated pupils took stock that her face and hair were wet from the deluge outside. That the night yukata she wore, which was made from a thick material, was soaked through and sticking to her form perfectly outlining full pert breasts, the curve of her hips, and the "V" in the center of her thighs. His head lolled to the side then he rolls it on his shoulders - left to right. His need for her coming back tenfold.

Damn her for this!

The combination of his intoxication made all the reasons for not being with her blur away so easily even as anger shot through him and he rose to his feet. The alcohol in his blood making his movements sluggish as he straightened to his full height. He half-glowered, half-leered at her.

Why in the ever living hell was she here!?

Of all times when he was so hard and ready for her.

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