#ichihime AU

[bansept]

I've been very much digging Cyberpunk 2077 for the last year or so, so how about this :

Ichihime but in the Cyberpunk 2077 universe, with Ichigo being his good old streetkid self, living in the Kabuki district with his family, and Orihime could be a rich heiress or a worker in one of the corporations?

Definitely need to put more thought into that, we could be digging a very interesting trope

(especially now that BBS released a cyberpunk Orihime eheheheh)

[vanillaxbiscuit]

IchiHime Yuri

[jessfandrawer]

IH & RR AU Week, Day 1: Fantasy AU

Goddess x God Slayer

Happy Halloween! 🎃

[kittiemitties]

I never posted it but my entry to last year’s @tanabatazine! 

Role/Power swap with some backstory and Ichigo’s exposed midriff under the cut :3c

The idea was a Rukia that found/transfered power to Hime instead of ichigo! Since she's not the bottomless pit for energy like he is, Rukia would've been able to cover her ass, and also take her time training a Very interested in protecting people Hime.

The horns are from a discarded effect of Home's power! Kubo wanted her to sprout horns+ a tail when she used her power but his editor said it wasn't becoming of a love interest/herione. If she's the star, she can sprout what she wants! 

It'd also mean Ichigo's reaper power staying dormant for considerably longer, which I think would result in his fulbring activating like Chad' and Hime's did, but it'd do so to fit his scrappier habits, since his history is with martial arts and street fighting.

In my heart, Zangetsu would have room to grow and flourish without the strain of  having to hold himself together or compete with Ossan for Ichigo's acceptance. Ichigo inheriting Hime's tybw tit window was a Must. Urahara is an Equal Opportunity Meddler.

Something that didn't make it into the art is since Rukia's got a worn type bankai, she still passes that on to Hime. The reaper power would change the forms or her Rikka and allow her to fly with their wings and take on their powers >:3c

[vicioux]

hotel modern au sequel to the tybw ichihime chibis holding hands

[o0o0thorn0o0o]

Requested by @cookieswithay.

Boy, has it been a hot minute—hope it was worth the wait and that you like it!!

Poster-less versions under the cut if you’d prefer (I just really wanted to keep in that li’l smiley face, but it was cut off in the posters they were holding ^^;):

[anothanobody]

System Error fic seems so interesting. I CAN'T WAIT TO READ IT!

I hope we get to read Ichigo and rukia jealousy over renji and Orihime bond.

there will be lots of jealousy from rukia and ichigo, they know their closest friendships were from orihime and renji to a certain point. when they will start to put distance, they will feel the impact and a bit of loneliness. BUT not just from Orihime and Renji getting close, ALSO from them getting closer to others. Suddenly Uryu and Chad get in the way for her, Renji gets closer to other lieutenants and recruits, Rangiku gets a role, as a friend for Renji and older sister for Orihime, who can understand them with her past with Gin.

so honestly this is also my way to explore unexplored relationships. 🤣😤 like Renji-Orihime, Renji-Rangiku, Renji-Momo-Izuru, Orihime-Byakuya, Orihime-Isane, are those i know will 100% interact.

Thank you for getting interested 😭😭😭 i’ll try to write as much as i can in case it doesn’t win the poll.

[brokenangelwings22]

The Aftermath Chapter 1

No one knew how the world would end, but Ichigo and Orihime had never imagined this. They have to navigate the barren wastelands; one that became the ruins of war, while finding comrades who had experienced it.

It's finally up! I hope you enjoy the first chapter of The Aftermath

Please reblog to reach more IchiHime and RenRuki shippers!

[momoty]

Bleach rock musical feeding the Idol AU

🇧🇷: Bleach Rock Musical alimentando a Idol AU

[saaraofthesand]

society if shonen mangaka gave their main characters twins in their epilogues

[turnbackthependulum]

Kisuke: *sees Ichigo and Orihime together*

Kisuke: Aaaa~ They're so cute! I would absolutely put them on a boat~

Tessai:

Jinta:

Ururu:

Jinta: You mean... you ship them?

Kisuke: Is that what they call it?

Jinta: *nods head*

Kisuke: Then yes! I SHIP them!

Jinta, Ururu & Tessai, in unison: Totally!

[bansept]

See Me As I Am

[Part 5]

Well, well, WELL

It's been more than a year since the last update, and I'm deeply sorry for this! We all know at this point I'm not the best at updating stories hahahaha

But, here you go! A chapter from a long lost story AND it's a NSFW warning! Although a small one, but still good eh?

Oh, btw, did you know there were specific models of androids in Detroit Become Human? No? Well, here's the proof.

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Past choice: Go to the bedroom

Processing

Entering next phase

Her breath was short, mouth busy pouring kisses on his while he carried her all the way to her room, his strong arms sheltering her pliant body against his hard one. Ichigo felt her nails scrape the back of his neck, clenching the short hair with a tender grip, urging him to get them upstairs faster. He complied, rushing to the point he almost tripped in his run. Orihime stopped kissing him to giggle, the android grumbling an apology, straightening his back. His circuits felt loose, his skin overheating, his fake heart beating the same old rhythm, yet he never felt so good.

Ichigo carefully placed her down on her bed, a hand reaching for the light to turn it on, but was stopped by the young woman, her eyes shining with a mix of mischief and affection.

“Don’t turn it on.” Her voice was squeaky, much certainly due to the kissing session she had just gotten out of, her breath catching in her throat.

“Alright.” Ichigo smiled, returning his hands to her body, gently massaging her feet, calves, and knees.

Orihime’s body twitched in anticipation, her hips instinctively raising a few degrees up while she buried her face in her arm, laughing in the material of her sweater. The sound, Ichigo discovered, amplified his smile to the point of almost feeling pain. The android drove his hands further up, brushing her hips.

“Orihime..?”

“What’s wrong?” She answered, understanding the shift of tone as one of warning.

“I, well…” Ichigo lowered his mouth to kiss the tiny patch of belly skin showing from a gap in her clothing. “I am not equipped for sexual intercourse.”

Orihime stared at him questioningly for a moment, not understanding. Her brows were furrowed but her blush was still painting her cheeks red. Ichigo kept pecking her stomach, waiting for a reaction to blossom. After 32 seconds of silence, Orihime blushed a deep crimson, her mouth opening to stutter.

“O-oh, I, I didn’t know that…”

Her embarrassment was endearing, and Ichigo laid himself next to her on the freshly made bed, chuckling as her eyes looked around the room, everywhere, except him. Gently, he picked up her hand, placing it on his chest so she could feel his steady heartbeat.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.” He whispered, tone more serious as his other hand caressed her sides, and thighs and slowly traveled to the zipper of her sweater. The fabric was thick enough for her not to feel the way his synthetic skin felt but every digit moving closer made her tremble in excitement.

“What… What about you?”

Slowly, carefully, lovingly, the fabric was opened, revealing her long-sleeved pajama top that was riding up her flat stomach, as well as her pajama bottom. Ichigo looked back at her, grinning.

“I’m going to make sure you’re satisfied. That will be my reward.” His voice was lower than usual, heavy with desire for her, but also desire to pleasure her. Orihime blushed even deeper, her face taking the color of a beetroot, yet she nodded, giving him her full consent. The hand still on his chest slid up to his face, caressing his cheek as the other was helping him lower her bottoms.

The information downloaded on the internet to please her was very helpful : where to go, how fast to turn his tongue, how deeply for her to feel filled in the best pleasant way, how to make her lose her grip on reality with a good technique. Her expressions, the way her eyes would shut and her mouth open, her hands gripping his hair with force, her legs wrapping around his shoulders as she moaned out his name.

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Ichigo decided to let Orihime rest and sleep in when the morning came. With no outside obligations, such as work or heading back to town, and taking into account how exhausted she was rendered after their time together, it was only beneficial for her to stay in bed.

He did as he always did in the morning : cleaning out the kitchen and the bathroom, making sure the laundry was either washing or drying, ironing a few clothes, arranging the living room, tending to the fire, and of course, preparing the meals.

Dixie was sitting by Ichigo as he stirred the noodles the android had been cooking, her little eyes scanning with almost impeccable accuracy the spots where Ichigo had willingly dropped a few chicken slices. He chuckled, hearing the dog whimper in protest, as if begging him to give him all of the food.

A few knocks resonated against the wood of the entrance door. Dixie immediately barked, turning away from her spot by the stove to trot to the door, Ichigo following her after turning the fire off.

Mindful to not let Dixie out, he opened the door to meet a pair of bloodshot brown eyes staring at him in surprise, a young man with black hair tied up in a bun, not successfully hiding a bouquet of flowers behind his back, a 3 days-old beard covering his face in an unattractive and dirty way.

“You..? Who are you? Where’s Orihime?”

Ichigo looked at him, the courteous smile he had plastered on his face wavering slightly. The real question was who this man was, who clearly thought arriving uninvited on a Sunday morning with flowers would get him a passing grade. Especially to surprise a single woman who lived alone. Ichigo quickly blinked.

“I am sorry, Miss Inoue is not available right now. Might I know your identity?” He asked back, voice a happy neutral.

The man stared at him dumbly, his eyes widening as his pupils expanded unnaturally. Ichigo processed the change at lightning speed while the man seemed momentarily lost.

“I, uh, thought she was living alone? I mean, except for this pest of a dog she has.” He sputtered, sweaty hand rubbing his forearm, the sound of the flowers rubbing against the plastic interfering with the semblance of calm Ichigo was hoping to sell.

“As you can see, she does not. Might I know your identity?”

The man coughed openly, not even turning away from Ichigo, and held out the flowers threateningly.

“Jim Samuels. And you better remember that, ya trash can! Get it? Now where is she? I wanna talk to her.”

Dixie started to growl menacingly, for a dog of her size, Ichigo still kept her inside the house, fighting the urge to glare at the man with disgust. By an unlucky strike of fate, if it ever existed, Orihime’s calm life was incessantly interrupted by men trampling her tranquility, threatening her already fragile health with their stalking. Ichigo kept his hand on the door, not even staring at the bouquet Jim was holding out.

“For the last time, Mr. Samuels, Miss Inoue is not available right now. I am sorry, but you will have to wait for her to contact you, if she wants to accept your flowers.” The man coughed again, thicker this time, his eyebrows furrowing darkly. “My apologies, I must return to my work. Have a nice day, sir.”

The plastic smile was easy to stretch on his lips, his face morphing into the sympathetic mask his program automatically played after such a response. Jim stared at the closing door, looking almost pitiful. He turned around, mumbling curses, hurriedly closing his jacket to protect himself from the rain the weather reports had announced 4 hours and 18 minutes ago. From his pocket stumbled a transparent small zipper plastic bag, the size to fit in a palm, a red solid substance inside of it attracting the android’s gaze. Jim didn’t notice his loss, immediately running under the rain. Ichigo didn’t call him back.

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Choices : 

1- Pick up the sachet

OR

2- Leave it there

[hatshepsuthypatia]

The worst part about NOT reading your NoTP's fanfiction (especially if you are a lover of reading fiction) is the amount of good stories you miss out on!!!!!!!!!

Like i am a big IchiHime (Bleach), Harrymione (HP) and Pearlshipping/Amourshipping (Pokemon) fan which meant I was missing out on seriously good FF on Ulquihime, IchiRuki, Romione/Hinny/Dramione, and other Ash ships.

Like do I believe my faves are super OOC in my NoTP fics? Yes.

Do I dislike the idea of NoTP ending together? Also Yes.

But do I believe that the NoTP fic I just begrudgingly read has potential to be an amazing standalone story, and that'd be the most brilliant read had the names been changed? ABSO-FUCKI-LUTELY YES.

[hyperactivecherry]

A very late posting of a sketch of Altair (black cat!Ichigo with space powers) and Vega (ladybug!Orihime with space powers) ft. small sketch of Orihime.

[daisiea456]

I need a Naruto X Bleach au where İchihime and Sasunaru going to a double date

[vicioux]

third-wheeled ichihimeow today at the coffeeshop