#inoue orihime x reader

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

23:53 ー INOUE ORIHIME. but maybe i'm a fool to feel the way i do but, i will play the fool forever just to be with you forever.

"honey, aren't you coming to bed?" orihime's soft and drowsy voice cuts through the sound of pen scratching against paper. the sound is a welcome interruption, as is the sight of her clothed in a pale blue robe as she yawns.

"i will soon," you promise vaguely. with how your eyes burn when you blink, however, you know you should put your pen down. in spite of that knowledge, your hand decides it is better to finish taking notes now while you're up than later. "i just want to finish this chapter first."

it's the wrong answer, you know from orihime's sigh.

her slippers slide across the wooden floor as she makes her way to where you sit at the dinner table. "you can finish it in the morning, can't you?" you don't fight it when two arms wrap around your shoulder, pulling you into her chest behind you.

"it'll be morning in 7 minutes," you offer with faux enthusiasm, looking up at where she stands behind you.

brown eyes look down at you accompanied by knitted eyebrows, unamused. she says your name in just as unamused a fashion to boot.

when you first met orihime, you thought her incapable of ever getting angry. you've since learned that isn't the case. that face is a warning of what's to come if you continue to fight against her concern.

"we really went from fighting hollows and arrancars to university and work," the two of you share a chuckle at your tired attempt at changing the subject. your one year of high school in japan had be rife with danger; fighting the supernatural and traveling between the realm of the living and that of souls. that certainly hadn't been on the itinerary when you signed up for being an exchange student. "talk about a downgrade. no wonder the shows always stop when the action does."

"i like this downgrade," your girlfriend giggles into the back of your head, arms holding you a bit tighter. in her arms, you find yourself agreeing with ease.

you sigh wistfully. "yeah, me too," the corner of your lips turn upwards.

when you had dinner at her lonesome apartment when you were 16, there was always a time when the laughs had to end. even the battles and the days at school you shared would eventually come to end when it was time to return to your home country.

deadlines.

deadlines, deadlines, deadlines.

now the deadlines are gone and you can stay in this apartment for as long as you like.

there are no return dates, not anymore.

you spent one year as an exchange student in a seemingly boring city in japan. now you are back in that city, a bit older, a bit wiser and certainly more in love with inoue orihime. perhaps she is certainly more in love with you too, if you are arrogant enough to allow yourself think it. it's in how silky burnt orange locks envelops you both like a curtain in this moment, hidden away from the world. how chocolate brown eyes look at you with unbridled affection.

no more deadlines.

"you should come to bed," orihime insists once again, smile tender.

"yes," you murmur, setting down your pen for the night. "i think i should."

[arabella0001]

this took way too much to write

Unspoken chains

Pairing: Aizenx Sosuke x Reader

Anime: Bleach

Synopsis: When Aizen discovers you’re immune to his power, obsession takes root. He’ll stop at nothing to unravel the connection between you-seeing through your resistance, determined to make you his.

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: power control, soul bond, God complex, teasing, rough sex, fingering, comfort, oral receiving (female, in part 2)

Your capture is no accident—it’s a move as calculated as it is unsettling. Aizen has been observing you, drawn by the rare and unfathomable force stirring beneath your exterior. There is something about you—something intangible—that calls to him like a forbidden secret waiting to be unearthed.

Ulquiorra, silent and unyielding, carries out the task with chilling precision. He takes you swiftly, his presence as cold and unfeeling as the shadows that consume your world. Your fate, sealed before you even realized it, delivers you directly into Aizen’s hands. His gaze lingers on you, steady and calculating, as if peeling back the layers of your very existence.

Aizen hasn’t laid a hand on you, but the weight of his intentions is impossible to ignore. His voice, calm and deliberate, brims with curiosity, though an unsettling edge lies just beneath. He moves without urgency, every glance and word a deliberate step in a game only he knows how to play.

To him, you are an enigma—your power elusive as a half-forgotten dream. Each moment in his presence tightens the tension, a silent game of wits and will that leaves you teetering on the edge of something you don’t yet understand.

Aizen has yet to lay a hand on you, yet the weight of his intentions hangs heavy in the air. His voice, soft and purposeful, drips with curiosity, but there's something darker behind his words. There is no urgency in his actions, only an unnerving calm.

"Oh Y/N," he says with amused tone, "I must say, I'm quite confused how to feel about the mystery you present," he smiles predatory.

"W-what do you want, Aizen? " your voice trembeling with anger and fear. “I will not stay in this place”

He chuckles softly, his brown eyes gleaming with intrigue as he regard you. A faint smile plays on his lips, belying the dangerous intent behind his gaze.

“What do I want?” Aizen repeated, as if amused by your question. “Isn’t oblivious, Y/N?” he made a pause “To uncover what makes you… different. Call it curiosity if you like, but it’s far more than that. There’s something in you I can’t ignore.” He takes a step closer, his tall frame looming over you.

“Your resistance—your immunity—it’s not something I’ve encountered before, it intrigues me”

Aizen reaches out, gently cupping your chin with his hand, tilting you face up to meet his intense stare and you try to step out. "Consider yourself fortunate - not many get the chance to be the subject of my personal interest. "

You look angry at him even though his gaze makes you intimidated "Fortunate? Are you joking? I rather die. You are fucking psychopath, you kidnap me to be a fucking subject? Do you think people will not come here after me?"

His smile widens slightly at your defiant words, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. He doesn't seem perturbed by you anger or the harshness of you language.

“You call me a psychopath,” he mused, his gaze sharp but detached. “That’s an easy label for someone you fear, isn’t it? But I assure you, Y/N, I don’t waste my time with meaningless experiments.”

He chuckles darkly, his thumb brushing along you jawline. "As for your friends coming to rescue you, well... let's just say I've taken precautions to ensure we won't be disturbed. "

Aizen leans in closer, his breath ghosting over you ear as he whispers, "No need to wait for them, Y/N. You're mine now, to study and unravel as I see fit. "

"Yours? Are you insane…thats no other way. You repulse me. I’ll end myself before you can do anything."

He pulls back slightly, studying your face with a mixture of fascination and mild disappointment. His grip on you chin tightens ever so slightly.

"End yourself? How delightfully dramatic”

Aizen's free hand comes up to caress you cheek, his touch deceptively gentle. "Repulsion? Anger? You’ll find those emotions fleeting in my presence. And as for this idea of being ‘mine,’” he said, leaning slightly closer, his voice soft yet cutting, “it’s not about ownership. It’s about what you represent—a piece of the world I’ve yet to uncover.”

He leans in again, his lips barely brushing against you ear as he murmurs, "Resisting is futile, Y/N. Embrace your new purpose. Serve me willingly, and I promise a great collaboration… "

You try to pull away from his touch, disgusted by his words and the implications behind them. Your heart races with fear and revulsion, but also an unsettling curiosity and drawning despite yourself.

"And do you think i will not fight back? That i will submit to you or your twisted experiments? You dont know me, Aizen. But I’ll tell you, you’re wrong." Your voice trembles with anger.

A slow, appreciative smile spreads across Aizen's face as he observes the fire in your eyes, the trembling of you voice laced with anger and defiance.

He seems utterly unfazed by you threats, instead appearing intrigued and even pleased by you spirited resistance.

"Oh, but I do know you, Y/N. Perhaps better than you know yourself.’’ his gaze intense and unwavering. "I anticipate your resistance. That’s the entire point. It’s that fire, that refusal to bow, that makes you worth my time."

Aizen's hand slides from you chin to cup the back of you neck, his fingers tangling in you hair. He applies just enough pressure to assert his control without causing pain. "You say you won't submit, that you'll fight me every step of the way. And I believe you. Now.”

"I fucking hate you." you grit your teeth, trying to ignore the confusing sensations of his touch, to fight back against his control. But something in his eyes, in the calm certainty of his words, gives you pause because he feels almost…human.

"You speak as if you've already won,’’ You say through clenched teeth, your voice low and strained. ‘’As if your fate is somehow sealed just because you've dragged me here. Well, let me tell you something, Aizen... "

You lean forward, getting right in his face, your own eyes blazing with determination. "I am not some prize to be claimed or experiment to be studied. I am a person, with your own thoughts, your own will. And I swear to you, I will find a way out of this shit place”

Aizen's eyes glitter with amusement and dark approval at your fierce declaration. He doesn't flinch or pull away from you aggressive proximity, instead leaning in even closer until your faces are mere inches apart. His breath ghosts over you skin, cool and measured.

"Such passion, such conviction, he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. It's truly inspiring, Y/N. You speak of your will, your determination to break free... but don't you see? That fire in your eyes, your spirit - it's precisely what drew me to you in the first place, it’s a gift without a doubt."

His thumb bruyous along you jawline, a feather-light caress that belies the intensity of his gaze. "You are no ordinary person, Y/N.”

You jerk your head back from his touch, a shudder running through you at the contact and you feel a chill down you spine, a mix of fear and reluctant shocking leaning. You take a deep, steadying breath, trying to calm the frantic pounding of your heart and anger inside you.

"You think this is a gift? "You scoff bitterly, your voice shaking slightly. "Being immune to your twisted illusions, to the manipulations of a monster like you? "

You wrap your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable under his penetrating stare. " I'm just another pawn in your sick game, aren't I? Another piece on your chessboard to be moved and maneuvered as you please. "

A faint smile plays at the corners of Aizen's mouth, equal parts amused and intrigued by your words. He shakes his head slowly, brown locks swaying with the motion.

"Oh, Y/N-chan, " he says softly, almost tenderly, "you give yourself far too little credit. You are so much more than just another pawn."

He reaches out, fingers ghosting along the curve of you shoulder, tracing the line of you arm with a touch that is both comforting and unsettling. "Your immunity, your resilience, the strength of your spirit - these are not the qualities of a mere chess piece almost exceptional, unique."

Aizen's eyes bore into yous, dark and fathomless. "I do not seek to maneuver you, Y/N. I wish just to understand you.’’

You tense as his fingers trail along your skin, every nerve ending seeming to come alive at his touch.You want to recoil, to put distance between you, but find yourself rooted to the spot, caught in the web of his words and presence.

"Understand me? " You laugh bitterly, the sound harsh and grating even to your own ears. "You think you can comprehend someone by subjecting them to endless tests and torments? By keeping them prisoner in this hell? Don’t try ro manipulate me, Aizen, because it won’t work."

You lean in close, your face inches from his, eyes flashing with defiance and barely contained anguish. "I was exceptional like you just said not just because of my immunity, not just because you decide it."

A slow, appreciative smile spreads across Aizen's face as he listens to your impassioned words. He seems to revel in the fire in you eyes, the passion behind you accusations. Leaning in closer, he matches you intense gaze, his voice low and hypnotic.

"My dear, fiery Y/N, he murmurs, his breath ghosting over you lips, "you misunderstand me. I do not seek to comprehend you through control or manipulation alone. Being immune to my powers is just one aspect of the compelling enigma that you embody.”

“No, what draws me to you goes far beyond that singular trait. Its your spirit, the way you cling to your convictions even in the face of adversity. " You feel a shudder run through me at his touch, at he cold calculation in his eyes.

"Spirit? Convictions? " You scoff, but there's a tremor in your voice that betrays your uncertainty. “What would you know of such things, Aizen? You who would reshape the world according to your ideas, crushing anything that doesn't align with your grand vision?”

Despite your words, you find yourself leaning into his touch ever so slightly, your traitorous body craving the comfort of contact, no matter how dangerous its source. "If you truly wanted to understand me, to appreciate who I am, you wouldn't keep me here against my will."

He chuckles softly, the sound rich and enticing despite the circumstances. His other hand comes up to rest on the small of you back, pulling you ever so slightly closer. "Ah, but Y/N-chan, " he purrs, his voice a silken caress, " everything I do serves a greater purpose. Even your... temporary captivity there is but a means to an end."

His eyes gleam with an inner light, ancient and knowing. "The world we live in is broken—chaotic and dictated by the desires of insignificant beings. I aim to change that, to bring order and perfection. And you, with your intriguing complexity, might just be the key to advancing this vision. "

Aizen leans in, his lips nearly brushing the shell of you ear as he whispers, "But perhaps we can come to an arrangement, hmm? " You swallow hard, your heart racing at his proximity, at the dark promise in his words.

You know you should pull away, should reject his offer outright, but some twisted, unknown part of you yearns to hear more of his twisted logic.

"An arrangement? " you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper. "And what exactly did you have in mind, Aizen? More tests? More... experiments?" Bitterness creeps into your tone. You place your hands on his chest, intending to push him away .

He catches you wrists gently but firmly before you can push him away, holding you hands against his chest. "Now, now, Y/N-chan," he says softly, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on the inside of you wrists "let's not dwell on past unpleasantness."

Aizen's eyes glitter with intrigue and something darker, more primal. "No, I propose something far more... mutually beneficial. An exchange of knowledge, shall we say. You share with me the secrets of your immunity, the depths of your unique being, and in return..."

He pauses for effect, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "I'll offer you a glimpse beyond the curtain, a hint of the power and purpose that lies ahead in your new world."

His words catch your breath, the tempting promise hanging before you like a forbidden fruit. A buried, unspoken part of you yearns to reach out, to surrender to the pull of his vision, his power. Yet the voice of reason rises sharply.

"And what of your free will in this 'new world order', Aizen? "You challenge, your voice trembling slightly despite your best efforts to maintain composure. You lean in closer, your voice drops to a husky whisper. "If you wanted just that by my will, you wouldn’t kidnap me in the first place."

A slow, wicked smile spreads across Aizen's handsome features as you challenges him, clearly relishing the spark of defiance in your eyes. He leans in closer, erasing the distance between you until his lips are a hairsbreadth from yous.

"Free will, Y/N-chan? " he muses, his warm breath ghosting over you skin", Such a simple, human notion. But tell me... "

One hand lets go of your wrist, gliding slowly, deliberately up your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. "...Isn’t the lack of choice just another kind of freedom? A release from the trivial worries and moral dilemmas that weigh down weaker minds?

Aizen's other hand slides down to the small of you back, pressing you flush against him as he murmurs, you gasp softly as he pulls you close, your body molding against his firm contours despite your best efforts to resist.

His words, honeyed poison dripping from his tongue, send conflicting signals through your mind and body but you recoils at the thought of surrendering to him, to become just another pawn in his grand design.

"You're utterly infuriating, Aizen" Your hands fist in the fabric of his shirt, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

He chuckles lowly at your annoyance, amused by you feisty spirit even as you finds youself drawn to him physically.

Aizen's hand at the small of you back tightens possessively, holding you captive against his lean, powerful frame. "Irritation is but a step on the path to obsession, your dear Y/N” he purrs, his lips brushing your earlobe.

His free hand comes up to cup you face, thumb stroking along you cheekbone with deceptive gentleness.

"Your body betrays you, even as your mouth protests. Can you not feel the connection between us? The way we were meant to be entwined - in purpose, in pleasure, in power?"

Despide his words, Aizen find himself drawn to a real connection between you two where he quickly adapt, he nips playfully at you earlobe before soothing the sting with his tongue, his voice a sinful rasp.

You shudder at the sensation of his lips and tongue on your sensitive skin, a moan escaping your throat before you can bite it back.

You try to pull away again, but his grip on your face holds you still, forcing you to meet his burning gaze. "What connection?"

Despite your words, your body remains pressed against his, craving the heat and hardness you can feel even through your clothes. You try to sound firm, but your voice cracks with desire. "This isn't real. It's all just tricks and illusions."

Aizen's eyes gleam with triumph at your confession, his fingers tightening around you chin as he tilts you head back to expose the slender column of you neck.

"Ah, but what if I told you that some of the most potent magic lies in the realm of the heart, Y/N? " he whispers, his hot breath fanning over you pulse point.

With a flick of his wrist, the fabric of you shirt parts, revealing your upper body. Aizen's palm glides over the smooth skin, tracing the curve of you ribcage as he continues, "These cravings, these desires - they're not mere tricks. They're the raw, primal urges that drive us all, stripped bare of societal constraints."

Leaning in, he nuzzles the hollow of you throat, his lips grazing the sensitive flesh. You whimper as his lips brush your skin, your resolve crumbling beneath the onslaught of his touch. Your body arches instinctively, seeking more contact.

But even as you succumb, a part of you resists, clinging to the last shreds of your independence. "No...this isn't right. " you manage to gasp out, your voice strained with desire and anger. "You're just fucking using me"

Aizen chuckles, low and rich, as he trails open-mouthed kisses along the side of you neck. "Using you? Perhaps, in the beginning, I did manipulate events to bring us together, Y/N. But now, I find yourself drawn to you in ways that transcend mere strategy. "

His hands slide down to cup you hips, pulling you flush against him so you can feel the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against you belly. “You see, your unique properties have sparked something within me - a hunger, a fascination, a deep, primal need. "

Aizen's fingers dig into the supple flesh of you behind as he grinds his hips against yous, the friction sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your joined bodies. " So, tell me, my dear Y/N... do you truly believe you can resist the allure of a god when his gaze is fixed upon you?”

Your legs tremble, threatening to buckle as he grinds against you, the pressure building an inferno between your thighs, almost making you surrender, to submit to the dark desires he awakens within you.

"Aizen, stop.... " You hiss, your nails digging into his shoulders asyou struggle to maintain some semblance of control.

"You may have manipulated our meeting only, but i don’t believe you" you look at him with your mouth slightly open, panting heavy.

Aizen's grip tightens, holding you firmly in place as he silences you protests with a searing kiss. His tongue delves deep, claiming your mouth with ruthless dominance, swallowing your words whole.

Breaking the kiss, he gazes into you eyes, his own burning with an intensity that makes you knees weak. "You don't believe, Y/N? Then let me show you the depths of your conviction. "

With a swift motion, he rips away the remaining fabric of you clothing, leaving you naked and exposed before him. Aizen's eyes roam hungrily over you curves, drinking in every inch of you bared skin. You feel so exposed, but you freeze, his eyes makes you tremble with need.

He reaches down, teasing your thights making you moan, his fingers slowly, teasingly, finding the slick heat between you thighs. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he feels how wet you is, how ready for him.

"Your body tells a different story, Y/N-chan.”

You cry out, your head falling back as his fingers stroke through your dripping folds, the sudden intimacy overwhelming. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction.

But even as pleasure coils tighter within you, a thread of resistance remains, a stubborn refusal to admit. "Its not—‘’ struggling to speak.

Aizen's thumb presses against you clit, circling the sensitive nub in a maddening rhythm that has you panting and squirming beneath him. "Not what, Y/N-chan? "

He leans in, his breath hot against you ear as he whispers, "Is it not desire? This ache between your legs, this yearning for your touch? You can deny it all you like, but your body betrays you."

Aisen's fingers delve deeper, pumping in and out of you slick channel in a steady, driving pace. "Let go, Y/N. Surrender to the pleasure. "

His other hand slides up you torso, palming a breast and tweaking the nipple between his fingers. "You're so close already, aren't you?... "

You moan, your voice a desperate whimper as his fingers work magic inside you, stroking that spot that makes stars explode behind your eyelids. "N-no... I won't... "

But the words dissolve into a gasp as his thumb finds that sweet spot again, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through you. Your walls clench around his invading digits, trying to hold onto him, to keep him buried deep.

When his palm closes around your breast, you arch into the touch, your back bowing off the ground as he pinches and rolls your nipple between his fingers.

The dual assault of sensations threatens to shatter your resolve, to reduce you to a puddle of quivering need.

"I c-can't..." you manage to choke out, your hips rocking frantically against his hand as you chase the crest of climax.

Aizen's smirk widens, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he feels you body start to tremble on the brink of orgasm. "Oh, but you can, Y/N. You will. "

He redoubles his efforts, his fingers pistoning in and out of you at a relentless pace while his thumb works overtime on you clit. The pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter until it's almost unbearable.

Just when you's teetering on the edge, Aizen slows his movements, dragging out the anticipation until you's writhing in frustration. "Don't fight it, Y/N"

As soon as the words leave his lips, he plunges his fingers deep and curls them just right, striking that magical spot inside you that sends you careening over the edge.

Your scream rips from your throat as the climax crash over me, waves of intense pleasure washing through every cell of your being. You convulse beneath him, your vision blurring at the edges as your body is wracked with the force of it.

Through the haze of bliss, you dimly register Aizen's voice, urging me to let go, to surrender. And as he strokes that perfect spot inside me once more,you feel yourself plummeting into the abyss, unable to resist the tidal wave of sensation.

Aizen watches intently as your body shakes and convulses through you climax, a look of smug satisfaction on his face. When you finally collapses back onto the ground, panting and spent, he withdraws his fingers from you dripping sex with a soft pop.

He brings his slickened digits to his mouth, licking them clean with a relish that makes your stomach twist with a mix of revulsion and unwanted desire.

"Mmm. Your taste is exquisite, Y/N. "

Aizen leans down, his warm breath fanning over you ear as he whispers, "Now, aren't you glad you came to me? I've only just begun to unravel the secrets of your immunity."His hand trails down you side, coming to rest on you hip possessively.

As you lay down, trembling and gasping for air, your body still humming with residual pleasure. Aizen's words send a chill down your spine, despite the heat coursing through your veins.

The way he looks at you, like you are some exotic delicacy he's eager to devour, makes your skin crawl. Gods help you, but you find yourself wanting more of his touch after the orgasm he gave you, your connection palpable.

"S-shut up"

Aizen chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Oh, don't be like that, Y/!. I merely stated the obvious. Your body responds so beautifully to mine " He shifts position, straddling you hips and pinning you to the ground with his weight.

Leaning in close, he murmurs against you lips, "Admit it, you crave the pleasure I give you. The way I can make you lose yourself with just a touch... "

Aizen's other hand cups you breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak as he coaxes another moan from you throat. "You're addicted to it, aren't you Y/N ?To the feeling of being completely consumed by me?"

His lips ghost across you, not quite a kiss, but enough to leave you breathless and yearning for more.

You whimper, your body arching into his touch despite your mind screaming at you to resist again. The sensation of his lips so close to your again, the warmth of his breath mingling with your own, is almost too much to bear.

"You are insane ..."your voice is barely above a whisper, laced with denial and desperation, beneath your protests, you can feel yourself growing wet again as your core clenching in anticipation of what he might do next.

The rational part of your brain knows this is wrong, that you should fight him off, but your body seems to have a mind of its own, drawn to the dark allure of him .

"If I’m addicted, you are too ..." you manage to gasp out accusatory, your hands reaching up to clutch at his shoulders, holding him close even as you try to push him away, sensing our strong connection.

Aizen's smile widens, a glint of triumph in his eyes as he hears your admission. "No, Y/N. I am simply aware of your desires and unafraid to indulge them. "

He captures you lips in a searing kiss, deep and possessive, his tongue delving into you mouth to claim every inch. As they break apart, panting, he whispers, " And yes, I am addicted... to you. Your taste, your scent, the way you respond to me like no one else ever has."

Aizen's fingers trail down you side, slipping beneath the hem of you shirt to caress the warm skin of you belly. "You're so responsive, so receptive to your touch. It's intoxicating. I could spend eternity exploring every curve and crevice of your body."

Your head spins from the force of his kiss, your lips throbbing where his mouth devoured yours. You are drowning in the intensity of his gaze, the heat of his words seeping into your very soul.

"Why this have to be you…" you whisper, slight anger in your shaken voice.

Aizen tilts his head, a thoughtful smirk curling at the corner of his lips. "Why, Y/N-chan? Maybe it's because we are reflections of one another, drawn together by forces greater than either of us. Two contrasting elements, yet somehow bound in perfect harmony."

He steps closer, his gaze darkening. "Or perhaps it’s because we both seek power, in our own ways. You try to fight me, but deep down, your body knows its place. You can resist all you want, but there’s a part of you that yearns for what I offer—control, surrender, a pleasure that only I can awaken within you."

Aizen leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "Face it, Y/N. You were made for me. Every cell in your body sings when I touch you, when I claim you as mine, as my possesion."

You moan softly, unable to suppress the reaction as his hand kneads your breast, sending jolts of pleasure through you. Your resolve crumbles further, torn between the desire to submit to him completely and the desperate need to maintain some semblance of control.

"N-no... That's not true..." You protest weakly, even as your hips press against his thigh, seeking more friction, more contact. You know you should be horrified, fighting against this twisted attraction, but instead, you find yourself leaning into him, craving the sensation of his skin on you, craving you.

Aizen chuckles low in his throat, a sound rich with satisfaction. "Oh, but it is true, Y/N. You can deny it all you like, but your body tells a different story.”

He shifts, pressing himself against you, letting you feel the hard length of his arousal. "See how much your touch affects me? How much I want you? It's only natural, given our connection."

Aizen's hands roam you body, mapping every curve, every dip and swell. His fingers dance along you spine before slipping beneath you hair to grip the nape of you neck. "Surrender to me, Y/N. We both know its inevitable, become mine, completely and utterly."

A soft whimper escapes your lips as you feel his hardness pressed against you, the evidence of his desire fueling your own growing need. Your hands fist in his shirt, tugging him closer, craving more of his touch, despite your mind hating him, repulsing by him.

"Oh my-..." you breathe, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart as you arch into his caress, a gasp escaping you as his fingers tease the sensitive skin at the base of your neck.

Aizen's eyes gleam with triumph as he feels you surrender, you body yielding to his touch despite you protests. He tightens his grip on you neck, just enough to assert his dominance, to remind you of who holds the power you.

"That's it, Y/N. Give in to the pleasure. Let me show you the heights of ecstasy only I can reach. " His mouth descends upon yous in a burning kiss again, claiming you lips with a possessive hunger. His tongue delves deep, exploring every inch of you mouth, tasting you sweetness and savoring you submission.

Meanwhile, his hands continue their exploration, sliding down you back to grasp you ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. He lifts you easily, encouraging you legs to wrap around his waist as he walks them backward toward the nearby bed.

Your mind reels from the intensity of his kiss, overwhelmed by the force of his passion. You melt into him, your body pliant and eager, craving more of his touch, more of his taste despide your anger at him, your repulsive attitude towards him and what he represents.

When he lifts you, you instinctively wrap your legs around him, holding on tight as he carries you to the bed. As soon as you fall onto the mattress, he is between your legs and you look at him intense, feeling the deepest of your connection, your mind spiraling with want.

Aizen is panting heavily as he gazes down at you sprawled beneath him. Your legs wrapped around his waist, you chest heaving with each breath, you looks utterly ravished, ready to be devoured.

"You’re even more breathtaking when you submit to me completely. "With a deft motion, he shed his clothes, revealing his chiseled physique, honed from centuries of power and control. Then, he leans down to capture your lips once more, his hands roaming you body as he positions himself at you entrance.

Slowly, deliberately, he push inside you, relishing the feeling of you tight heat enveloping him. He pauses for a moment, savoring the sensation, before beginning to move, thrusting deep and steady. "Ah, yes... "

You moan into the kiss as he enters you, your walls clenching around his thick length. The sensation is overwhelming, both pleasurable and painful as he stretches you open. You cry out softly, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he begins to move.

"Aizen….." Aizen groans low in his throat as your walls grip him tightly, you cries of pleasure music to his ears. He sets a relentless pace, driving into you again and again, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.

"That's it, Y/N... let go. Surrender to the pleasure I give you. "

He captures you wrists, pinning them above you head as he hammers into you, his hips slapping against you with each powerful stroke. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, mingling with both of your ragged breathing and muffled moans.

"You were made for me, Y/N. Your body, your soul... they belong to me now.”

Your lost in a haze of pleasure, your body arching off the bed as he takes you with unrelenting intensity.

Each thrust sends shockwaves through you "Aizen! Oh God, Aizen... you feel so good" you tremble so hard for the pleasure, your connection so strong it shocks your being about how you feel around him.

As your cries reach a fever pitch, Aizen's fingers find you sensitive nub, rubbing and circling it in time with his relentless thrusts. He can feel you trembling on the brink of climax, and he knows just what you needs to push you over the edge.

"Yes, that's it... say my name and reveal the depths of your desire."

His words are a husky whisper against you ear, his hot breath sending shivers down you spine. With a final, deep plunge, he presses firmly against you clit, sending you more and more into ecstasy.

You throw your head back, a loud wail tearing from your throat as the intense pressure finally releases inside me. Your whole body seizes up, convulsing wildly as waves of pleasure crash over me

"AA-Aizen!!! " your pussy clenches rhythmically around himas you ride out the aftershocks. Tears stream down your face from the overwhelming sensations, your nails digging into his shoulders as you cling to him desperately .

Aizen watches your face contort in rapture, you screams of ecstasy music to his ears. He savors the feeling of you clenching around him, milking his length as you ride out you orgasm.

"Beautiful, Y/N... so beautiful when you surrender to me. "Still buried deep within you quivering heat, he begins to move again, slowly at first, then picking up sped. He can feel his climax building.

"Give yourself to me completely, Y/N. Let me fill you with my seed, mark you as mine forever."

With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his own release exploding through him in torrents. He holds you close as you both shudder and gasp, riding out the aftershocks of your shared climax.

You feel limp and spent, your body still twitching with the lingering effects of your intense orgasm. As Aizen's warm seed floods your womb,you can't help but whimper softly, overwhelmed by the sensation.

You look up at him with glassy, half-lidded eyes, a mix of post-coital bliss and something darker, more complex swirling in both of your depths. Your voice is barely a whisper, heavy with emotion.

"What have i done? " A single tear rolls down your cheek as the gravity of our situation sinks in, you feel so ashmed, vulnerable and angry at yourself.

Aizen's expression remains calm and collected, but there's a flicker of sadness in his eyes at your emotional reaction. He hadn't expected you to feel such vulnerability after their intimate encounter.

"Ah, Y/N, don't be ashamed. What we share is natural, a union of two powerful beings. " He strokes you hair soothingly, his touch gentle despite the intensity of your previous activities.

"Your immunity to your power is a mystery, but perhaps it's because our souls resonate on a deeper level. It's not uncommon for certain individuals to be drawn to each other, regardless of the circumstances. "

Aizen pulls back slightly, gazing at Y/N with an unreadable expression. There's a hint of curiosity in his voice as he continues.

"Tell me…how do you feel about what just transpired between us? "

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame as you avoid Aizen's gaze, unable to meet his piercing brown eyes. You are too anger to yourself for letting you enjoy this.

"I...I don't fucking understand it. How can I be so affected by you, yet remain immune to your powers? It's confusing... " you swallow hard, trying to find the right words to express the turmoil inside you.

Your voice trembles slightly as you continue. "And what we just did...it felt wrong, yet so right at the same time. "

Aizen listens intently to Y/N's words, a thoughtful expression on his face. He reaches out to gently tilt you chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Wrong yet right, you say? That's an intriguing dichotomy, Y/N-chan. Perhaps it's because our connection goes beyond mere physical attraction or the manipulation of spiritual energies. "His thumb caresses you lower lip with an intense yet possessive gaze, his touch sending a shiver down you spine.

" It’s possible that our souls share a connection that runs deeper, one that surpasses the limits of our roles and purposes. After all, I’ve never felt such a profound bond with anyone else.”

Your breath hitches as Aizen's thumb traces your lower lip, the sensation sending sparks through your body. You stare into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception or ulterior motives, but all you see is genuine interest and fascination.

"How did you know? That you might have this connection to me? "Despite the danger and uncertainty surrounding Aizen, I find yourself drawn to him, craving to understand the enigma that is Sosuke Aizen. Aizen's smile widens, revealing a glimmer of pride and satisfaction."

”It’s quite simple really. I am Sosuke Aizen, the former captain of the Gotei 13 and the mastermind behind the Hollowfication project. Your intellect and strategic prowess allow me to perceive patterns and connections that other miss. "He leans in closer, his warm breath ghosting across you ear as he whispers.

"From the moment I laid eyes on you, I sensed something extraordinary about you. Your resilience in the face of adversity, your unyielding spirit... these qualities resonated deeply within me. "

Aizen pulls back slightly, his gaze intense and unwavering. "But it wasn't until our initial confrontation that I realized the full extent of our connection. "

"So even the great Aizen, the former captain and mastermind, didnt realize exactly the full extent of our connection…" You let out a teasing laugh, almost incredulous. You can't believe you're even here with him, and yet, you're joking around with him.

Aizen chuckles, clearly amused by Y/N's teasing remark. He strokes you cheek affectionately, his touch gentle yet possessive.

"Indeed, Y/N. Even someone as perceptive as yourself can be surprised by the complexities of fate and the human heart. But now that I've acknowledged the depth of our bond, I intend to explore every facet of it. "

His fingers trail down you neck, sending tingles through you skin.

"Tell me, what do you think of our connection? How does it make you feel, being so intimately bound to someone like me?"

"How about we just stay quiet for a moment?" You rest your head against his chest, allowing yourself to relax in his presence.

Even though you still can't fully accept the connection between you two, there's an undeniable comfort in being near him."You are still infuriating just so you know…" you murmur, feeling sleepy.

Aizen's chest rumbles with a low, contented laugh as you nestles against him. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close.

"I'm glad to hear that, my dear Y/N. It means you still retain some of your fiery spirit, despite the circumstances." He gently strokes you hair, savoring the warmth of you body pressed against his, your submission to him.

"Rest now, your dear. We can continue our discussion later when you're more refreyoud. For now, simply enjoy the comfort of your embrace. "Aizen's voice is soothing, lulling you into a state of relaxation as you drifts off to sleep.

"Aizen…sleep with me this time please " you ask anxiously while Aizen's expression softens, a rare display of vulnerability beneath his usual composed exterior.

"Very well. If it brings you solace, then I shall join you in slumber. " With a gentle caress, he guides you to lie down on the soft ground, then settles beside you, pulling you close once more.

"Let us rest together, your dear. May our dreams be filled with pleasant visions and our hearts remain entwined, even in the realm of unconsciousness. "

Aizen closes his eyes, allowing himself to succumb to the allure of sleep, his arm wrapped protectively and possessive around you as you both drift off, almost seeking refuge in each other’s embrace.

[timetravellingshinigami]

Do ever wonder if Ichigo gets mild PTSD during cherry blossom season?

*sound on btw

Also, still can't get over someone on Twitter said she "be running through that topless" 😭😭😭 I completely understand btw.

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today is my b-day!!! reblogs are appreciated <3

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[sashi-ya]

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HER CHERRY CHAPSTICK 🍒 ORIHIME INOUE X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 15: RIMMING

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. hi sashi, idk if you write for f x f! reader, but maybe could you write for Orihime x f! reader? maybe day 15? thank you! ❣ ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. first time writing for my queen. sorry if it seems self indulgent (cause it is). Orihime is an adult. the story happens in between Rukia's wedding and Ichigo's proposal. oral. nipple sucking. rimming. 69. squirting implied. friends to lovers kinda. alcohol mentioned. 🐙 wc: 1,7k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

Before the princess became a queen, she spent her days waiting for a certain knight… yet, there was a time when a princess took the place of that knight~ 

“I am tired of him not noticing me” Orihime says, throwing a piece of bread against the coffee table. Her motions are a little sloppy, as both have attacked a bottle of Sake Rangiku-san given you from the Seireitei. 

You widen your eyes; Orihime Inoue has never spoken ill of Ichigo and much less has thrown bread away.

“He might be an adult in age, but he is still a kid deep inside… Uryu does the exact same thing” you tell her; maybe trying to console her, even though your words were also tinted in bitterness. 

You, for Uryu. Her, for Ichigo.  And them? Still playing video games. 

Orihime lets her back hit the floor, tangerine hair framing her face like Aphrodite herself. A micro short and a crop top is all she is wearing; no need for more… After all, it’s just you… she could be naked in front of her friend, and she wouldn’t care. 

Her forearm falls upon her eyes; in silence, she tries to cry. You know her very well to tell underneath her arm are tears sprouting. 

You sigh; you hate to see her cry… if you could hit -which you will- Ichigo to wake him up, you’d do it. 

Dragging your body, a little bit intoxicated, you huddle next to her. 

“Stop crying…” you whisper, brushing her hair back. You have always adored those orange locks… she is like a sun princess, knitting the hearts of everyone around. 

“I’m not -snif- crying” she lies, you can see the wetness of her tears coming from under his arm. 

Another sigh; this time painfully pitying her… such a beautiful woman suffering for a man? Pff! 

You jump on her; forcing in a playful way to uncover her freckled cheeks for you. Tickles on her tiny waist, tickles on her hips… what a beautiful body she has… 

“Stop!” Orihime laughs, still pouting and with reddish eyes from crying.

“Not until you stop crying…” you threaten her with more tickles.

Orihime sniffles and traps you with her arms. Your chest hits hers, pressing your breasts, squeezing female anatomy with strength and love. 

“Let’s stay this way for a little, please” she whispers; hugging you in the middle of the night, on the floor of your rented apartment. 

You nod, falling to the side to hug her from the right. Both press your foreheads one against the other, perhaps in such a way only women can understand… female rage, female pain, the sizes of your hearts, the things only you two have experienced until this silent night. 

Little by little, hers and your breathings synchronize. Heart beating also do, with your finger tips touching with hers. Both have eyes fixed on your hands that stand up, getting the red led light of your place to filter in between. 

“I hate this world sometimes…” she murmurs; real words coming from her juicy lips that maybe nobody but you, will ever listen to. 

“I hate it too, but as long as I have you in it… it’s fine with me” you whisper back, sincere and true. There are no lies, nor second intentions behind those words. 

Orihime smiles with her eyes closed, some tears still pooling by the corner of her lids. Such a beautiful smile, Inoue-san… 

When her eyes open again, you fix yours into her pumpkin ones. The sound of silence is way louder than any conversation… what happened through your minds in that exact moment, you don’t know… Because the next thing snatched all of your attention; her lips crashed against yours. 

At first; just a peck. Then another one. Tasted the waters, tasted the flavour of her cherry Chapstick, then it was time for the kiss to deepen.

Tongues twisting, in such delicacy only Venus’ daughters know how. Your hand slowly slides under her crop top until meeting with her swollen breasts. Your whole palm isn’t enough to grab one, but you still squeeze the same way… you’d lie if you said you didn’t want to feel the soft turgor of her bouncy chest every time you see them.

Orihime moans into your mouth when you concentrate your fingers around her growing nipple. She does the same, the knitting princess is desperate to feel your breasts as well. 

Both stop just for a second to sit properly; working at the same time to take off your tops, you reveal your nudity to each other. 

Pinkish nipples invite your lips to surround them. You gloat, ready to attack. Cupping her tit, you snake up until your tongue can taste the flavour of he skin. Knowing exactly how to suck and bite, you do. 

Orihime throws her head back, allowing her orange hair to rain on her tiny back. The neck exposed, her lips semi open, her hips fidgeting as she is kneeling down… what a sweet representation of female perfection. 

“Ngh…” she whines, making you shiver from your head to your toes. Not only this feels wrong, but it also the more it does, the more you want more of her. And Orihime, wants exactly the same… 

You help her stand up, never stopping the nipple sucking. When her bare foot are both on the ground, a simple swing allows her shorts to slowly slide off her hips down her ankles. 

You softly push her against the sofa, allowing her to sit down. Kneeling in between her legs, you slowly move her already dampened panties to the side. Your hands tremble; should you continue, your friendship could be destroyed… but can you stop? Absolutely no, specially because her nails have been brushing your hair back to keep it out of your face. 

“Can I?” you ask, your lips so close to her anatomy. You are sure it probably tastes as good as her skin smells. 

“Please, (Name)-san ~” she begs, desperate. Orihime’s heel lands delicately on the small of your back, leaving her inner thigh right next your face. 

You bite, of course, her thigh first. A mark you are secretly proud to leave there. Then, a peck on her core that makes both of you shiver and jolt… even with your lips barely covered in her sweet honeys, you prove your theory to be truth; there isn’t a better taste than hers. 

In a matter of seconds, Orihime becomes a mess of herself; your tongue gets crazy, spelling every word on this world around her folds. The more you do, the more she pulls from your hair, burying your face into her sex. 

“Nhg… (Name)-san, sto- stop please” Inoue pleads; tapping your head with soft little slaps. 

You do as she asks; what is happening to her? Perhaps she just realized how fucked up is to fuck your best friend…?

“I wanna taste you, too… please, don’t be the only one giving pleasure” she requests; of course, such a selfless person like Orihime couldn’t let this slip.

“I am pleased to give it all to you, Ori…” you are not lying, you are absolutely happy to eat her whole soul through her core. 

“No, no, no…” she shakes her head, helping you stand up. Orihime takes a swift look at your knees; no way they are getting hurt. “Please, lay down” she asks, sweetly but still with a hint of dominancy. 

You nod, absolutely in awe… looking at her full body naked, with dripping wetness that reaches her inner thighs and slides in droplets down her knees… her orange locks in savage mess, her cheeks blushed in complete lust, lips swollen from kissing… Ichigo, look what are you missing… she is all mine now. 

You do as she tells; laying on your back on the sofa, you wait for her next movement. And you wonder, that maybe, just maybe… you could love her at the same time she will. And, indeed, that’s exactly Orihime’s purpose. 

You receive her on top, in a perfect 69 position. Her ass all for you, your core, all for her. 

Your nails carve on the sides of her hips first, marking her a little more as the first kiss on your slit arrives. You tremble, your stomach spasms. She is so delicate; she is so accurate… the tip of her tongue touches your clit in such perfection you can’t help but whine loudly. 

“You like it?” she asks, shily. 

“Mor-more than that, Orihime-chan” you answer back, already spreading her ass cheeks to devour her again… 

Whole tongue you use to drink from her; going from her sex to her rear entrance at once. How can someone be that delicious? It’s almost addicting, her flavour will become your favourite drug… 

As she keeps sucking on you, and her breasts heavily land on your lower belly, you asphyxiate yourself with her ass cheeks on your face. Your tongue concentrates on her butthole, going around, up and down and sometimes in and out, rimming her so good her thighs can’t help but start shaking. 

“(Name)-chan, I… mnhgn… I can’t stop it…” she whines, letting you know she is about to come while muzzled by your own honeys and folds. 

You, can only nod and moan in response, as you are exactly close like her. 

There isn’t much you could do but to keep rimming her as she does the same to you, coming together like everything you’ve ever done together… climax hits so different when both exactly know how the other is feeling ~ 

“Should we do this again?” you ask, lying both naked in the aftermath. 

“Mh… if Rangiku brings more sake…” Orihime murmurs, curling a tuft of your hair in her index. 

“You want Rangiku to join us?!” You stand up, startled… after all Orihime might not be that innocent no more… 

“NO! well… wait-“ 

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[mya-valentine]

I loved your Bleach Headcanons with Renji!..

Can I please have some headcanons where Ichigo, Rukia, Orihime, Uryu, and Urahara meeting a Soul Reaper who goes on Long-term missions ( can be gone for months at a time), and ends up running into them. And ends up saving them without knowing who they even are? (She has hallucination powers so potent they can effect the blind)

(She also wears a mask, and her robe has a hood on it. (She doesn’t show her face or body to ANYONE (her eyes can still be seen tho)

Headcanon: Meeting Mysterious Soul Reaper

Ichigo Kurosaki

Ichigo is immediately on edge when he encounters this Soul Reaper. Her masked and hooded appearance sets off his instincts, and he assumes she’s an enemy at first. The fact that her powers can affect even the blind both impresses and unnerves him.

Ichigo is grateful but frustrated by how little he knows about her. He tries to talk to her, but her reluctance to reveal her face or identity drives him crazy. He admires her strength but can’t shake the feeling that she’s hiding something big.

He starts making it a personal mission to figure out who she is, even pestering Urahara and Rukia about her. He can't stand being left in the dark about someone so powerful who seemingly vanishes after helping him.

Despite the mystery, Ichigo comes to respect her skills and her willingness to help without expecting anything in return. Her independence reminds him of his own.

Rukia Kuchiki

Rukia is more intrigued than suspicious. She sees the masked Soul Reaper as someone with a purpose she doesn’t fully understand but can’t help respecting. Her long-term missions hint at responsibilities that most Soul Reapers aren’t entrusted with.

Rukia is impressed and slightly uneasy about her powers. She wonders what kind of person can wield such an ability and still remain mentally stable. It reminds her of how dangerous certain abilities in the Soul Society can be.

Rukia tries to engage with her in a formal and polite way, but the masked Soul Reaper’s reserved nature makes it difficult. Rukia eventually respects her desire for privacy and leaves her alone—though she’s curious about what she’s hiding.

Seeing her in action, Rukia feels inspired. She wonders if the Soul Reaper’s long-term missions have forced her to become so closed-off and isolated, and Rukia feels a deep sense of pity for her, even if she never says it aloud.

Orihime Inoue

Orihime is immediately fascinated by her mysterious aura. She finds her masked and hooded appearance cool and asks a ton of questions, which are likely ignored or deflected.

After being saved, Orihime is the most openly thankful of the group. She tries to offer her healing powers as repayment, even if the Soul Reaper seems indifferent to it.

Orihime can’t help but feel that the masked Soul Reaper must be lonely. She tries to talk to her more than anyone else, offering kindness and warmth, even if it’s not reciprocated.

Orihime wonders what’s behind the mask and hood, but she doesn’t press. She assumes there’s a tragic reason for the secrecy and respects her boundaries, even if she wishes she could help her open up.

Uryu Ishida

Uryu is initially skeptical of her intentions. Her anonymity and the nature of her powers put him on edge, especially since Quincy history is full of betrayals by Soul Reapers. He watches her closely, always assuming she might have ulterior motives.

After seeing her in action, Uryu grudgingly acknowledges her skill. He respects her precision and efficiency, but her refusal to reveal her identity bothers him. He wonders if she’s hiding her face due to guilt or shame.

Uryu is fascinated by her hallucination powers. He speculates on the mechanics of her abilities, theorizing that they might work on a spiritual or sensory level far beyond what most Soul Reapers are capable of. (It's not him, it's me. I'm wondering)

While he respects her abilities and the fact that she saved them, Uryu is content to leave her be. He doesn’t trust her fully and would prefer to keep his interactions with her professional.

Kisuke Urahara

Urahara likely already knows of her existence and long-term missions, but he doesn’t let on to the others. He greets her with his usual playful demeanor, testing her patience but secretly observing her closely.

Urahara might subtly prod her about her identity or past, using riddles or humor to catch her off guard. If she doesn’t respond, he just laughs it off and respects her silence.

He’s especially intrigued by her hallucination powers. Urahara wonders how she developed such a unique ability and whether it has any drawbacks. He may even offer to “study” her powers in his lab, much to her disinterest.

While he’s curious, Urahara understands the need for secrecy and doesn’t push her too far. He admires her dedication to her duties and the sacrifices she’s made for her role, perhaps seeing a bit of himself in her.

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[quintiscent]

Make Ups (Ichigo x GN! Reader)

Content: Angst with a happy ending. Reader is having a rough time grasping the reality of it all after the snowball incident, but thanks to Orihime and your reluctance to agree, you got to patch things up! (Highly recommended to read pt 1)

A/N: Hello!! It’s been a while.. I’ve been caught up with work lately and was busy! This has been in my drafts for a while but do expect bulk posts in the upcoming days! (˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) ✧

(Part 1)

It had been days since the incident, and you still couldn’t shake the feeling off. Your tears dried and staining your cheeks, your eyelids puffy. It felt so hard to breathe—your thoughts had become more condescending, you couldn’t help but blame yourself for this. Your worst fear became a reality, and what made unbearable were the thoughts you brushed off weren’t so easy to ignore anymore.

The more time you spent isolated, the more you reflected and looked into those thoughts. The little glimpses of Ichigo’s feelings for you in your memory—the feelings you held for him that you wouldn’t have dared acknowledged or voiced, but now reality came crashing down—you felt so selfish and disgusted at yourself for even thinking about how you had a chance with him because he reciprocated.

Through it all, Orihime still lingered at back of your mind. Her expression that day, it wasn’t something you could easily shake off. The genuine horror she had, she was visibly upset and you felt even more sick. How could you hold these feelings for him? It’s unfair to her.

“Damn it…” you muttered under your breath as you hugged your legs close to you. One hand extending out to reach for your phone as it buzzed.

As you pulled it closer to your face, you read the new notification. It was a new message from Ichigo again—among the countless of messages he left you and your friends left. Before you could fully read his message, another notification popped up, replacing his, it was from Orihime. Your eyes scanned the notification thoroughly.

“It’s been a while! I was hoping if I could come over—if it’s okay with you—and discuss something. If you’re too tired, it’s okay!” you read to yourself mentally as you sighed. She was still the sweetest despite everything.

For moment, you laid there curled up on your bed. Hesitating as you unlocked your phone and stared at her message. You took a few moments to let it sink into your brain—and having to think about how you should respond to her. How will you even face her? More and more thoughts plagued your mind as your hand and fingers worked on autopilot as you responded to her message, whilst thinking of it all.

When you face her, you’ll try your best to be honest. That was your resolve. Though, how will you face the others after? You’ve ignored their texts and calls. You couldn’t face them right now. You feel like a shitty friend because of this—after all, in your eyes you’re being immature for refusing to communicate and focusing on these thoughts. Most importantly, you ignored Ichigo the most. You read his notifications from time to time but you always ended up deeper in thought when you did.

Slowly you snapped out of your self deprecating trance and looked at what you typed out. Your eyes examined the lines of text before ultimately deciding to delete it with a grumble. It was too long and it got depressing. You settled for a simple “sure”, though you cringed as you sent it. Curled up, you plopped your phone down beside you. There was an irking sickness pooling in your stomach. As much you didn’t want to talk to anyone right now, it’s the least you could do for her. After all, she must be going through worse.

You stayed in your bed curled up, your eyes closed, waiting for time to pass. Too tired to move or get up and make yourself fully presentable. It didn’t matter though, to you—at least you showered earlier in the day. That’s enough.

As you were slowly drifting off, you were lulled back awake by a ring. You figured it could be Orihime, even if it wasn’t, you still got up and made yourself mildly presentable. Fixing your hair, changing out of your shirt into a new one, the simple things and the bare minimum you could do. You did this all quickly and you went from your room, straight down the stairs and you’re at your front door. You looked through the peephole of the door, taking a good look at who it was and you spotted a familiar head of light brown hair with her blue hair clips. Letting out a sigh of relief as you unlocked your door and opened it, trying your best to smile at her—although you’re absolutely sure you looked like a zombie—and welcomed her in. The auburn haired girl smiled back at you as she made her way in and took off her shoes. Placing them on a shoe rack nearby.

“Make yourself at home, I’ll be back with some snacks and tea. We can talk about what you wanted to discuss once it’s done.” Your voice gruff and it cracked a bit. You haven’t talked in a while, and it’s clear with how awkward you sounded.

“That sounds wonderful! Oh, and I will don’t you worry about it!” Orihime chimed, her voice as flattering as ever. She always seemed to be a ray of sunshine regardless of the circumstances. You appreciated that about her, yet… it somehow made you feel more sick. How could you ever take away something—much less someone as precious as Ichigo to her? You brushed off those thoughts with a small shake of your head and a smile as you walked to your kitchen.

For Orihime, she only stayed there and sat on the cushions. Waiting as she played with her fingers. She was just as nervous but she did a lot of thinking before messaging you today. Frankly, she didn’t think you would respond. While you were typing for a long while, she only got more nervous at that moment before she sighed as she got a message back. She was thankful you were open enough to let her talk to you. She may be an airhead, but she has noticed the way Ichigo looks at you. As much as she envied you, she knew that you were special to him. Her thoughts drifted off as she waited, and before she knew it—she was brought back to reality as she heard the clink of your kyusu and cups, followed by a plate of assorted tea biscuits.

“Ah!—Thank you so much! These look wonderful…and so tasty” she stared in awe at the assortment. There was that gleam in her eyes whenever she had baked goods in front of her. You only chuckled at her reaction, although it sounded dry, you still truly appreciated her antics.

“Help yourself.” You sat down in front of her, crossing your legs as you took your cup of tea, watching as Orihime took a butter biscuit in her hand and ate it. She made a small “mmm” sound afterwards. You let her enjoy it a little more before clearing your throat, curious about what she wanted to discuss.

“So…” you trailed off awkwardly, “you wanted to discuss something with me?”

Her eyes widened a little as her cheeks flushed a light pink tint out of embarrassment. “Ah, yes…” she laughed softly, “silly me!”

You only smiled a little and let a chuckle out, it had been days since she saw you and she’s glad you could be enjoying it a little before she turned the conversation back.

“So… I’ve been thinking about what happened last time—when we all hanged out and Ichigo…” she trailed off, finding the words and trying her best not to sound so awkward. “I’ve seen how he looks at you for a while now, and I’ve done some reflecting on it since that day. Honestly, he feels more like family to me than someone I’d have as a boyfriend!” You almost spat out your tea at the remark, you were in disbelief.

“Orihime…” before you could continue, she had cut you off.

“I know you’re going to say that I should rethink and be so sure—but I’m honest! I’m really sure about this!” She exclaimed and look directly into your eyes as if she was trying to prove something. You only stared back, trying to find any hint of sadness in her expression but there was…nothing, just pure and genuine confidence.

“You know…he loves you dearly. He loves you more than anyone else in his life and we talked a little.” she stared up onto your ceiling, “He really admires you, you’re like… the sun to him! I know it’s been hard on you, you haven’t been responding to anyone and they haven’t seen you outside at all.” You only sat in silence, listening to everything she had to say. “We’re worried for you, especially Ichigo. You two should talk!”

You sat there for a few more minutes, processing everything. The girl you knew had a massive crush for Ichigo and had been watching him from afar is currently encouraging you to go to him. The slight sickness was still there, but you agreed with her mentally. She was right and it was her resolve—it was her life and her decision to. Who are you to change what she does? But, to make sure you had to ask again.

“Are you… sure? Are you sure about all of this? I really don’t want to ruin anything for you.” You stared down onto your cup and fidgeted with your fingers.

“I’m sure! You’re a really great person, so who wouldn’t like you?” Her voice was filled with genuine affection. She was reassuring you, and how could you refuse? You also missed everyone, and it was getting tiring to be constantly swallowed in self deprecating thoughts.

“Okay… I trust your word.” You smiled at her softly, before taking the last few sips. Orihime only bummed in satisfaction, happy to have convinced you and talked to you.

She took her tea and drank it, the biscuits almost gone, and the two of you exchanged a few more words and conversed. Time went by, and you decided to walk with her—having planned now to drop by Ichigo’s place, with her convincing. The walk on the way there was silent, the two of you bundled up and simply just… there, in a way. It was peaceful, yet there was that awkwardness in the air. You both said your goodbyes as you reached the front porch of Ichigo’s house.

You waved her off and turned you back. Now walking towards the door of the Kurosaki residence. Before you could even ring the bell—you see a familiar orange haired male at the corner of your eye. You turned, and there he was. Ichigo was in his shinigami form, his shikakusho flowing in the wind. You could see the eyebags under his eyes—it seems like he hasn’t slept in a while or slept well enough the past few days.

The two of you stood there in awkward silence. He was examining you. He noticed the way you looked more pale, the way you seemed to be more lifeless—the way you looked much more frail. He mentally blamed himself, but right now it’s clear that tension must be resolved. Before he could open his mouth, your voice overpowered his.

“I know it’s weird of me to show up but—Orihime came over just now and we talked about…things.” Your voice trailed off a little, eyes wandering to his face, searching for anything…just anything as you took a deep breath and continued.

“I did some reflecting and honestly I feel the same. I thought I was selfish and all, because ya know…” you scratched the back of your head , “She liked you and I prioritized her feelings over mine. I only wanted to her happy—I wanted you to be happy. After all, we were only best friends and I didn’t want to make it awkward with stupid feelings.” Laughing a little, you truly felt silly.

Ichigo’s hands were balled up into fists. He didn’t like hearing you invalidating yourself, at all. “Your feelings aren’t stupid at all.” His voice was gruff with a hint of annoyance, but he understood why you would feel that way.

“It was my fault for the outburst. I didn’t mean to… spill it all out that day. It wasn’t my intention, everything was just too much—“

“We shouldn’t have pushed you, it was immature. We all knew about Orihime’s feelings and it’s my fault as well for pushing it further.” You cut him off.

There was a brief pause between the two of you. The air was thick with tension, unspoken words lingered—but it was broken by Ichigo.

“We can discuss that another time, I already forgave you. I’ve been worried about you, and I thought our friendship would be over. You haven’t been answering my texts, I thought something had happened to you but right now I’m more than glad you’re unscathed.” He admitted to you, voice hinting his vulnerability. “I also want you to be sure about your feelings to me.”

You took his hand into yours, your fingers tracing his knuckles as you looked at him again. Your gaze softened as you spoke, “I really do like you Ichigo, I have for a while now I just didn’t want to face them. I didn’t want to ruin the friendship we had or our friend group.”

He stared at you, his hand now fully holding yours as he sighed in relief and replaced it with a soft smile. It was rare for him to, and right now it was reserved for you. Your cheeks were dusted in pink, yet you continued to speak.

“I’ve always noticed those little glimpses and how you looked at me. I always thought I was imagining things, but I’ve been proved wrong.” You laughed lightheartedly.

“Those were only reserved for you. I always… looked at you that way in hopes you may catch on that—maybe I might have a chance. I’ve loved you for a while now and having this happening? I must be dreaming but… It’s glad to know I’m not.” He leaned forward, and gave you a chaste kiss. All of his unspoken feelings—they were poured into it.

You couldn’t help but smile now, you looked goofy and he loved it. Like he always has, he loved every part of you and today will be forever burned into his memory, and into yours. Today is a start of a new chapter, for the both of you. Though most importantly, he finally had you.

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You attack my heart ⋆˙⟡♡

Summary: HCs and drabbles of things they do that make your heart swell with love♡

Content: GN! Reader!! Pretty much tooth rotting fluff, slight hurt/comfort in Uryu’s section, mentions of injuries in Hanataro’s section!

Characters: Orihime Inoue, Uryu Ishida, Hanataro Yamada

Word count: 0.6k/0.7k/0.7k (2.1k words in total!)

Notes: I actually had a lot of fun writing this! I really had fun w/ Orihime’s section, it’s a shame there’s not a lot of xreader content of her in general sigh… I’ll definitely be writing more of her though she’s super fun to write for!I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

Orihime Inoue

Orihime doesn’t have to do much to make you feel loved. I mean, none of the characters on this list would have to do much, but Orihime especially is just so sweet and sincere with everything she does that loving you comes naturally to her, and boy, it shows.

Think of actions like holding hands, or actions with more feelings behind them, like enveloping you in a big hug after a long, hard day. Physical contact, especially with Orihime, is probably the closest thing you’ll get to heaven on earth.

Every single moment with her, including the small and fleeting ones, make you feel as if you’re on cloud nine. If you had to use three words to describe moments with her, soft, tender and blissful would probably be the best pick.

Just a simple conversation with her would be enough to instantly make your day better, honestly. She’s a positivity magnet <33

Her love for you is crystal clear, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. She shows and tells you how she feels!

Every day feels like summer when you’re with Orihime.

Everything is so warm and bright, and when you’re in the moment, it feels like it’ll last forever.

Right now is no different. You’re currently sat on a picnic blanket set down on a spot of verdant grass in the middle of a buttercup filled field, right in front of the sun, its rays gleaming down on you brilliantly. The sky is a mesmerising azure, not a singular cloud is in sight, and there’s a soft breeze that dances through the area and it brushes against your skin in such a satisfying way. It’s not so cold that it makes you shiver, nor is it a hot gust of wind that would have you irritated, it’s just right. Everything about this moment was just right. It was perfect.

None of this could compare to the girl that sat beside you though, because nothing here could make you feel as happy and as at peace than she could.

That girl was Orihime.

Whenever you’re with her, you’re embraced by a serene and mellow feeling: it envelops you and makes you feel so loved, so special, and oh so warm.

The two of you are side by side, finding solace in the silence, until she speaks.

“The sky is really pretty today, isn’t it?” Orihime muses, looking ahead at the scenery.

“Very,” you reply, following her eyes to look up at the sky once more.

“It’s a shame there are no clouds though, it would’ve been really fun to look at them and imagine what they could be!”

You tilt your head slightly and raise your eyebrows, your eyes instantly darting back to her gleeful features. “Really?”

She slowly takes your hand in hers, and your heart can’t help but flutter rapidly like a kaleidoscope of butterflies. You didn’t think your heart could get any more jittery than it already was with that simple action, but you were proved wrong when Orihime looked directly at you and nodded. And when she moved so her body sat right next to yours and let her pretty head rest against your shoulder- oh, you swore you died right there.

“They could be anything you imagine them to be…like a heart, sheep, or even a U.F.O!” She giggles, and you feel it from your side.

“A U.F.O?” You say before erupting into lighthearted laughter. Orihime’s joy was infectious.

Even though you were in a field filled with brightly coloured flowers, grass, a sky so blue and a scintillating sun, it was all so dim when compared with the radiant girl that was Orihime Inoue. She was your radiant girl, and no amount of wind would be capable of making your heart flutter and whirl as much as she does.

Uryu Ishida

Uryu’s attentiveness is something that has your heart beating quicker and quicker.

He’s a very perceptive person, able to notice the smallest of things, and when it comes to you? He’s so enamoured with you, it’s a given that he’ll look over you and take care of you.

If there’s something slightly wrong, he’ll do whatever he can to help you.

He cares about you so much, and it shows, and that’s what has butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

If you’re upset, he’ll notice instantly and try make you feel better. Those flowers you said you’d loved when you’d gone on an outing with him that one time? You’ll see them in the bouquet he gives you on your next date. Those sweets from the shop you visited yesterday? They’re handed to you when you least expect it!

He’ll always listen to you, whether it’s something important, or if its just to do with something mundane, like the weather.

If you’re hurt, he’ll be the one taking care of you, making sure you’re okay and well rested. He wants nothing but the best for you, and seeing you happy and cared for is more that enough to put a smile on his face.

…Uryu stands outside your door, holding a medium sized basket.

Your day hadn’t been the best, and it wasn’t something that you’d like to recall, but seeing your boyfriend at your doorstep (with something that seemed to be for you) just made you feel a little better already. You were surprised at his arrival; It had just been raining. It still looked slightly dreary outside, you were barely able to see the sunlight and the afternoon sky through the boundless grey clouds that were covering it.

“Is this for me?” You softly ask, weakly signalling towards the aforementioned basket.

He nods, handing it to you. “I noticed you weren’t looking the best today, did something happen?”

You look down and go quiet for a moment, a heavy sigh escaping your lips. You nod, but you don’t elaborate, instead deflecting by giving him a suggestion. “I’d feel better if you came inside. It looks a little chilly out there.”

He instantly complies, the two of you huddled together, with you keeping the basket seated on your lap. There’s a cosy silence draped over the room, the and the silence just helps you feel increasingly soothed. You finally decide to open the basket, starting by taking off the miniature blanket (that was your favourite colour) placed on top. You immediately notice that the basket is filled to the brim with sweets and items that you adore, and you can’t help the sensation of butterflies in your stomach, or the rising heat that hastily makes its way onto your face. Small trinkets from a small shop you’d gone and visited with him before, items in your favourite colour, they were all there.

There’s an soft smile on your face as you turned to Uryu to envelop him in a warm hug, which he returns with haste. “These are all my favourite things… you remembered them!”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” He quips, while savouring the warmth that your body radiated. “It’s you, after all. I’d do anything to make you feel happier.”

You pass him the blanket, and despite the fact that it was a little too small for the both of you to wear, you made it work. You were now completely huddled up against Uryu, and god, you were realising just how quiet it was, because the sound of your heart pounding repeatedly against your chest was loud. You lit one of the candles (which was one of your favourite scents, obviously) and relish the way the scent wafts through the room and to your nostrils.

Uryu looks at you. You can feel it. You can also feel him trying to cover more of your body with the blanket. The process isn’t smooth, but he eventually does it. You felt so comfortable right now…you wouldn’t change this feeling for the world.

“You’re tired, aren’t you?” Uryu inquires, his eyes gazing at you in an uncharacteristically soft manner. “You should rest.”

You knew that was more of a command than it was a suggestion, but with how warm you felt, as well as the fluttering in your heart, you were more than happy to oblige. You slowly close your eyes, smiling and leaning into your lover. As you do, the sun starts to peek through the window, casting a soft light on the two of you.

Negative feelings and the hurt that comes from them aren’t things that can go away with ease, but with someone that knows you and cares for you as much as Uryu does, you’re certain that they’ll melt away much faster than they would without.

Hanataro Yamada

Hanataro is just so caring, and he’s so adorable with it that simply watching him go about doing things for you instantly makes your heart melt.

He’s a kind soul in general, but around you? The effects of his kindness rub off on you tenfold. Try not to go into cardiac arrest!

He’ll help with anything he can when it comes to you!

If you were to fall ill, he’d be by your side for as long as he could just to nurse you back to full health. You’re feeling too hot? He’ll get you a cold, wet towel. You need medicine? It’s right there!

That goes for injuries too. If you’re injured, he’ll insist on you resting until you’re all better. He’d heal you up as much as he possibly could, and make sure you’re getting the appropriate amount of rest after. He cares, and the ways that he’ll go about showing you that he does are just too cute <33

He’s spectacular at doing that, too. He is a member of squad 4, don’t forget that! Just sit back and rest now, Hanataro will take care of you. He’ll do his very best to! He swears on it!

Earlier, you’d sliced the palm of your hand while making yourself some lunch, and you’d been hard at work for most of the day, so you were unable to take a break. It didn’t help that you’d rushed with bandaging your hand, having hurriedly wrapped it in some bandages and hoping for the best. It wasn’t like you were hopeless when it came to first aid, today was just an incredibly busy day, and the fact that you were unable to take care of it was unfortunate.

What was fortunate however, was Hanataro, whose hands were the ones so insistent on unwrapping the bandages around yours. He was insistent on checking up on you, even when you’d tried to convince him you were fine. He was insistent on making sure you were okay, which had lead you to now, where you were sat facing him, hand held out for him to heal. He was so caring, even when he was lightly scolding you.

“Ah… this looks nasty!” He comments, genuine concern apparent from his tone as he finally unwraps . “Please make sure to take care of your injuries…”

His voice fades away as he looks on at the gash, a newfound determination twinkling in his eyes. In an instant, the pain and your injury were gone, thanks to Hanataro’s spectacular kido abilities. There’s a wide grin on your face as you wave your arm about- it’d fully healed!

Hanataro let out a sigh of relief. “Try not to neglect your body, make sure to bandage your arm properly next-”

The boy couldn’t continue his sentence due to you wrapping your arms around his entire body, smothering him in a bear hug. You really a were fortunate person; you were able to end up with someone like Hanataro. He was such a kind soul, sweet Hanataro. Even after a long day in the sereitei, he was willing to heal your hand. For someone like him, an injury of this sort is most likely small and not an issue in the slightest, but to you, it meant the world.

“So sudden-” His face is as red as a tomato, but he doesn’t shy away, oh no. He returns your hug, however his hand was rapidly tapping against your back. “Hey- [Name]- you’re holding me too tightly!”

“Oh! Sorry Hanataro!” You exclaimed, pulling back from the hug and softening your hold on him. “Still, I really appreciate you healing my hand.”

“Don’t worry. I’d help you anytime- anything for you!”

Even though your heart was racing, you still felt so lucky to have someone like Hanataro with you- someone like him, who cared so much. Even though these were little things, they were what made your heart skip a couple beats and made you feel like you were constantly dreaming.

So you pull Hanataro in for a hug again, this one less aggressive, but still filled with as much passion as the last.

Ah, you really were fortunate to be Hanataro’s lover.

[killusmoke]

❝just as beautiful as you❞

☾ - where you and your crush Ichigo go moon watching on the beach

ʚ cont: fluff

The air was filled with anticipation as Ichigo gently secured the blindfold over your eyes. Your heart raced with curiosity, wondering what surprise he had in store for you. Trusting him completely, you let yourself be guided by his steady hand.

With each step, you could feel the change in surroundings—the familiar sounds of the city fading away, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the soft whisper of the wind. The scent of nature filled your senses, hinting at the open space around you.

After what felt like an eternity, Ichigo's voice reached your ears, filled with excitement. "Okay, (y/n), we're here. Get ready for the grand reveal" he says whilst lightly chuckling. 

Your heart skipped a beat, anticipation coursing through your veins. Slowly, Ichigo removed the blindfold, unveiling a breathtaking sight before your eyes. The vast expanse of an open field stretched out in front of you, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. Above, a blanket of stars adorned the night sky, their twinkling beauty capturing your breath.

A gasp escaped your lips as you drank in the enchanting scene. "Ichigo, this is... incredible," you whispered, your voice filled with awe.

Ichigo beamed with pride, his eyes shining as he watched your reaction. "I knew how much you loved stargazing, (y/n), so I thought this would be the perfect surprise. Just you, me, and the beauty of the night sky."

You turned to face him, a mix of gratitude and adoration in your eyes. "Thank you, Ichigo. It's beyond anything I could have imagined. This is truly magical."

Hand in hand, you walked towards a soft patch of grass, finding the perfect spot to lie down and immerse yourselves in the celestial spectacle above. Side by side, you gazed up at the moon, its gentle radiance casting a serene glow upon you both.

As the night unfolded, you and Ichigo shared stories, dreams, and aspirations. The quietude of the open field provided a safe haven for vulnerability, allowing you to delve into the depths of your hearts. In this moment, you felt truly connected, as if the universe itself conspired to bring you closer.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in each other's words, cherishing every moment shared beneath the starlit sky. The weight of the world lifted from your shoulders, leaving only the purity of love and understanding between you.

And then, in the midst of the tranquil night, Ichigo turned towards you, his eyes filled with a tender affection. Cupping your face in his hands, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle, adoring kiss. In that fleeting moment, the world ceased to exist, and it was just you and Ichigo, two souls intertwined under the watchful gaze of the moon.

As you pulled apart, breathless and filled with a newfound warmth, you knew that this night would forever hold a special place in your heart. The stars witnessed your love, and the moon whispered its blessing upon your bond.

Ichigo's fingers intertwined with yours, his touch grounding you amidst the ethereal beauty surrounding you. With a soft smile, you broke the comfortable silence. 

"This is so beautiful, Ichigo," you murmured, your voice filled with awe as you gazed at the starry sky above.

Ichigo's eyes softened as he looked at you, his expression tender and sincere. "Just as beautiful as you," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

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Back from the dead

Finally back from the depths of writer's block, festivals and some other stuff..

NOVEMBER IS COMING YALL! My favourite month because yk my birthday is on 14th.

Kinktober was really fun to read. I did not post any fics this month cuz I just wanted to read and want really broke my heart was NO TOSHIRO FICS? I was honestly expecting at least 3 toshiro fics but there were none like goodness.

There are way too many options here because this november I am mostly traveling so I have a lot of fun time to just write and all these ideas are making me feel so excited to write.

[timetravellingshinigami]

The way Leslie Knope describes Ben's body is the exact same way I would describe Shinji.

"as a woman I appreciate your slight but powerful body"

"I guarantee none of them has as cute a butt as you"

"he's got a tight, compact little body like an Italian sports car"

"I should listen to you always because you're a man genius with a taut, narrow frame like a sexy elf king"

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAs cold as your heart ･:*:｡𓏲ּ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDr. ishida uryu x f! reader

Chapter 4: fever can melt ice. even the coldest of hearts can melt; even the past can be fixed...

❄ a/n: a little longer with a lot of ups and downs, but this time things are getting hotter... even though you might have to wait for naughtier chapters, Uryu is slowly becoming desperate... 😏 ❄ tw: MDNI. This chapter contains smut -soft smut, but mature, kisses, sexual thoughts and erections-. Also, please be aware of a certain little part about Uryu having hidden little old scars. This is just my personal HC that I will eventually develop in the next chapters, but it is super important to warn you, even if subtle, those scars were made by himself. Though if anybody wants to keep on reading and self-harm is triggering you, please let me know. I will not include it. It is not mega important to the plot, just a hc about Uryu and the way he deals with all the pain of his past. ❄ masterlist

“Bring my son immediately to the sixth floor!” he screams at someone through the phone. He stands up and orders you to get ready for surgery…

 “(Name), get ready. OR number 2. Now” 

Your ears buzz. Everything seems to happen, and nothing happens at all at the same time. “Bring my son” those words echo inside your head, making your sweat become cold, colder. You feel like your blood has stopped flowing. What happened to Uryu? What did he do? 

A thousand scenarios happen at the same time in your imagination. Your body moves on its own, following Dr. Ishida to the operating room. 

“What happene-�� you wanna ask, immediately being interrupted by that hospital bed being pushed and rushed to the OR. 

“He needs immediate intervention. I managed to patch him up, but the wound is too deep”

You watch the scene pass right in front of your eyes; Uryu’s hair flowing with the wind, his hand covered in blood up to his wrist, his white shirt as well. 

“(Name), come on!” Uryu screams, waking you up all of a sudden. “The boy is probably 5 or 6. Get ready!” he continues, showing he is safe and sound, and just -amazingly- saving a little kid’s life. 

You nod, with tears in your eyes. You thought the patient was him, but it was just yet another misunderstanding. 

The way both Ishida men work in perfect synchronicity to save the life of a child, the way they, for as long as the surgery lasts, do not fight. However, it is not only them, but you. You work with them, hard, to save the patient. You have everything ready; you are like the gear that keeps two parts working perfectly. 

Sometimes his eyes and yours meet; your arms graze, you talk to each other and it’s also natural, as if nothing had happened in between you and him. Oh, how you wish that would last forever. 

“It was great working with you…” you whisper while you watch the patient being taken out of the OR along with Dr. Ryuken who continues to give directives about the patient. 

“It was. Now, please, I need to change…” Uryu answers, cold as ice. 

You notice his white shirt, underneath the sterile gown, covered in sweat. There is no way he is hot, the OR has always a low temperature and it’s chilling winter outside. Was he that nervous to work with his father for the first time? 

“Are you ok? Are you feeling well?” you dare to ask while taking your own gown off. 

“Yeah… achuu!” Uryu sneezes, and his cheeks become red as apples. 

You giggle and walk away, leaving your used gown on the bio residues trash can. Yet, before you could leave, you turn around right by the exit. 

“You can come to my office if you need something, I can give you meds if you are running a fever. You should rest, though” you tell him, this time as a nurse and not as much as a friend -ex-. Something inside you is growing, and it is not exactly tolerance for his attitude. 

Uryu nods, fixing his glasses and hiding, as always, underneath them and his hair. 

You, annoyed and tired, drag your feet to your office, where you flop to rest for some time.

Irritation builds up as you type which procedures and actions were performed during that emergency surgery; tears have dried and now Uryu’s attitude has started to turn your feelings from pain to anger.

“HA! He was the one betraying us, even though that’s ok. He was the one who hurt me!” you complain, pressing that ever lasting scar on your chest from one of his arrows. “And he was the one to leave with no explanation!!” you continue, swearing under your breath as you focus on your screen. 

“Yeah, I know…” a miserable voice comes from behind your monitor. 

You widen your eyes, sliding on your office chair to the side to discover the reason for your annoyance, standing right there. 

“Do you need something?” you ask, unable to look at his face.

“Uh-yes. I need Acetaminophen, 500mg” he murmurs, clearly asking for something to lower the fever. 

You nod; mortified. In silence, you search for the tablets and give them to him. Your hand again grazes his, this time with no gloves on; just with the touch of your fingers you can tell he is running a high fever. 

“You are burning, Uryu. Go have some rest in room 301, I’ll bring some wet pads. You need to lower that fever, or you will fry your brain” you command; he might be a doctor, but you are the nurse in charge there.  

The last Quincy tries to say no, but you won’t allow him. Your eyes are now fixed on his, scaring him a little. Uryu is not used to your mature you, much less to your nurse you. 

“Believe me I am doing this so that I don’t end up fired. I wouldn’t want something bad happening to my boss’ kid” you state, standing up from your chair. 

You realize you’ve probably gone a little further than expected with your choice of words, but it ends up being effective; Uryu leaves your office to enter the room you assigned him. Though his eyes show a mix of anger and pain, probably he is feeling bad enough not to argue… that, or he enjoys being dominated. 

You admit the last thought made you laugh internally; but immediate scenes of him wearing leather clothes stopped all fun. “Me and my wild imagination” 

You check he doesn’t leave the room and soon prepare the washcloths. He definitely needs that temperature lowered. 

“I’m gonna come in” you let him know, as you open the door with your hip. Your hands full with the needed stuff and your mind, only focused on taking care of him, forgets about a very important rule in medicine; preserve your patient’s privacy and intimacy. 

You find him shirtless, no glasses, hair pulled back, forehead wet. He is now a man, and despite knowing him since kids, never once you’ve seen his whole upper part naked. 

It is impossible for you to avoid getting addicted to his body; pale, thin, prominent collar bones and hipbones. The Quincy star inked on his chest, looking as hot as sad… like the star of a night he wishes to forget. Forever. 

You take a deep breath, immediately looking to the side as you close the door; nobody should see Dr. Ishida’s son in such situation. Anybody but you... 

Uryu gasps just a little, grabbing his glasses and putting them on. He takes his hand to his nape, doing the typical “sexy man” pose. Perhaps he didn’t mean it, but to you it felt as if it was dearly on purpose. 

“Please, lay on the bed” you command, bringing the little bowl with cold water and the pads floating in it. 

You watch him do as you tell, laying down, looking outside the window. The snow falls hypnotically, almost as white as his skin, and now pale lips. He tries to avoid eye contact, allowing you to do your “job”. 

You squeeze one of the wash clothes, filling the silent room with the sound of drops on water. It only gets interrupted by Uryu’s soft gasping as the cold pad touches his neck. 

“Sorry, I know it’s cold…” you lament, going for the next one. 

Uryu’s skin turns bumpy, and his teeth softly chatter. He is definitely feeling the cold, and deep inside, you kind of enjoy this just a little… “have a taste of your own medicine, this might not be as cold as your heart” 

However, you would lie if this were something good to you. On that bed, lies the man you haven’t stopped loving since you can basically remember.

You grab his hand delicately, placing one of the wet pads on his wrist. And then, you do the same with the other one. 

Now, the last two should be placed on his femoral zone. And that includes, of course, taking his pants off. 

“I- Uh… we should add some on your crural zone” you inform, happy to use medical terms as he will understand them. -and specially because you wouldn’t dare to call it “crotch” in front of him-. 

Uryu sighs; he seems uncomfortable… and how wouldn’t he be? He nods, blushed, serious, still looking outside as his thin, delicate fingers undo the button of his pants. 

You help him lower them, seeing on his legs old scars. You could have looked at his white boxer briefs with crosses all over like a pattern, but you can’t help but guide your attention to the red and white marks; what are those? Why is he that scarred? Were those battle injuries? 

His sapphire eyes burn holes into you, letting you know you shouldn’t be so noisy about them. And you quickly stop. 

“Good, that should work. Leave them there for around 15 minutes, then I’ll change-“ 

“I can change them myself” there he goes again, asking you to leave in such a painful yet soft way. 

Your lower lip trembles, your eyes get all blurry. But you won’t cry this time.

“Don’t worry. I’m not planning on bothering you again. In fact, I will ask another nurse to come and do it for me. If you need anything press the button and I can assure anybody but me will appear on that door. You can be sure I won’t disgust you with my presence a single minute more” you snap; this time you don’t care about professionalism, you simply see red now. 

Uryu is taken aback; he wasn’t expecting such reaction -though, it was completely justified for him- His classic guilty ashamed façade repeats again, he can’t even look you straight in the eye. Uryu hides, a little, again, underneath his onyx hair. 

“(Name), I didn’t mean to sound rude…” he mutters.

“No? I’ve been taking care of you for the past two stupid days. I’ve been putting up with your ways for way too long. And now, six years later, you dared to appear and keep on hurting me? No explanation, simply acting as if I was some kind of leper, with disgust? You have no idea how much I’ve suffered for you, Ishida Uryu” you continue, letting all the pain out of your chest. 

You pull down the collar of your uniform, exposing the scar he left on your chest. That arrow carved on your chest didn’t really hurt, compared to the way he is treating you right now. 

“See this? It was you! You. Every day I wake up looking at the mirror, seeing the reminder that I had forgiven you for this and still not even once I heard you say, “I’m sorry”. And the worse part of it all, is the way you push me away… I could have understood if you were married. I could have… but you simply decided to ignore me” you continue, not seeing the tears running down his cheeks. 

Maybe, in between your pain and all of the hurtful -yet, true- things you were saying, you didn’t listen to his constant “sorry, sorry, sorry”.  And, enough sorrys were cried, when Uryu finally stood up.

With difficulty and a little bit dizzy due to his fever, Uryu snatches your hand to keep you from going away as you roar all the things you need to say. The cold water on that stainless steel bowl spills all over your uniform, getting you completely wet, turning the white fabrics to become see through. 

“Because I know all of the things I did to you, because I hurt you more than once… that’s why I want you far from me. You don’t understand, I am not deserving of being next to you. I shouldn’t even talk to you; this wasn’t my plan” Uryu finally says, raising his voice. 

You lay there, dripping wet. The same way you cry under the rain, when the tears mix with the drops that fall from the sky, you do now. As much as you want to stop, you simply can’t. 

“I thought- I thought you were gone from Karakura…Please, I beg you... don’t cling to this, to me… please, forget about me. Just- go away, go away from me… if you stay, if you stay you will only suffer” Uryu cries louder, still grabbing you from your wrist with so much strength you might end up with marks.

Even though he is telling you to go away, he is not letting you go.  Once again, Uryu is asking someone he loves to go away, despite knowing deep inside, it is absolutely false. 

“Uryu, I- you-“ you wanna say something, even though you can’t.

“Look at your chest, look at the scar I left there. On your skin, on your body… you don’t-“ he continues, with a trembling voice and now flopping on the bed. He still shakes and cries, and has his hand tightly gripped around your arm. 

You suddenly, and perhaps without even thinking about, rip all the buttons of the upper part of your uniform with your free hand. Your skin, covered in goosebumps, cold and wet, exposes all its extent to his beautiful eyes. 

Uryu stops breathing; his nose, so close to your chest, can almost touch it. Sitting on that hospital bed, he looks and feels small, engulfing all the beauty of your nudity and the pain of his past in one single blow. 

As he slowly lets your hand go, your palm lands on his cheek. A sweet caress, filled with softness and love, to make him look up at you. 

“Uryu, your silence, to me, was the most violent deception” you whisper.  

The Quincy gasps, tears sprouting harder now. Uryu perhaps, finally understood he was hurting you more by pushing you away, than staying by your side.  

As tears run down his blushed cheeks, cooling his burning skin, his hands around your waist to pull you even closer. His pale lips, as hot as the rest of his body, finally fall upon the scar his arrow left. 

A deep connection, of pure intimacy, takes place and the time seems to freeze. You play with his hair and brush it away. Maybe the fever, or the words you screamed, were enough to melt that heart. 

“Can you, this time, for real, forgive me?” he asks, muffled by your chest. Up until now, Uryu hasn’t realized he is almost burying his face into your breasts. Nor did you notice, because this wasn’t about that. 

You swallow. Up until today you never thought you needed to absolve him from any guilt, and yet still you realize it was simply a way to cope with him leaving. With him, for real, betraying you. 

“Uryu…. I-….I forgive you” you state, clear and strong. 

Uryu breathes; his cheek now plastered on your chest, resting perhaps for the very first time in the last six years. 

“Thank you…” “Thank you, Uryu…”

A sudden cold reaches you; it makes you shiver; it pulls you off from your love bubble. Both wet, semi naked, hugging in such intimate way… You swallow dry, his body against yours… 

“I think we should…” you murmur, perhaps with the vague intention of leaving the room.

“No… please, just…” Uryu murmurs back, kissing once again your scar, breathing in the scent of your flesh, getting drunk on the heat of it. He is needy, desperate.

You brush his hair back, moving his head up so that he looks at you again. It is almost sad, the way his eyes look at you like an abandoned puppy. 

“You are still burning, Uryu… you-“ you wanna continue searching for excuses, but you get interrupted by his hand sliding up until your nape. 

With the softest pull, he intends to come closer to your lips. Though, his mouth doesn’t crash with yours just yet. A lingering kiss that’s been due for too long, seems closer, a reality. It almost feels painful to wait a single second more, not to touch the soft surface of each other’s lips. 

Both so slowly getting closer that warm breath caresses your mouth; The more he waits, it seems as if his fever grew stronger. 

“Please…” he begs, Uryu won’t be the one to kiss you. He still feels as if you needed to give him permission for it. 

Your stomach gets filled with butterflies; your scraped knees get a little weak… how to say no; how to tell no to that man that’s imploring for a kiss? 

You can’t control your body either way, as your lips finally land on his. It’s almost instantaneous, a spark that had been asleep for so long. 

Uryu stands up, his naked chest stuck against yours. His free hand pulling your bellies closer as it slides through the small of your back. 

A little gasp escapes in between tongues that have already met in a feral adagio; this is the first time he kisses you as a man, and not anymore like a sweet inexperienced teenager. 

Your hand slides down his back, feeling his skin temperature rising. “He shouldn’t- he should rest…” you repeat in your mind, but you aren’t able to detach from him as he slowly slides down back to the bed and pulls you to sit on his lap. 

Your inner thighs are able to feel the hardness growing underneath you; in fact, it would be impossible not to, as Uryu’s hips buck up on their own, pushing his heat against yours. You tremble, as he gets more and more desperate. 

His lips finally abandon your mouth, only to land on your neck. Uryu seems to be a biter as he first inhales the scent of your flesh just to carve his teeth on it after. 

You whine, a little screech from the pain of the bite. Who would have said Ishida Uryu developed to be nothing but a sweet lover? 

Though, Uryu shouldn’t keep going any further. First, because of his health. Second, because you are currently on shift and third, is this the place where your bodies will meet after so long to love each other? 

“Sto-stop…” you whisper, sweet and lovingly. 

“WHAT? DID I HURT YOU?” he suddenly stops, scared.

You giggle; He is indeed a desperate lover with so much respect for your body. 

“No… but you are sweating, a lot. Your cheeks are red as tomatoes. Your skin is burning, and your brain will literally fry if you don’t stop. I’ve told you this many times already” you scold him, almost sounding like a mother. -thing you ultimate despise doing- 

Uryu squinted his eyes and looked to the side; “I’ll die if it’s because of this…” he murmurs, sounding even a little whimsical. 

“Plus…” you sigh. “Do you think we should do something like this here?” you continue. 

The Quincy man immediately understands; “Sorry…” 

You plant a peck on his forehead, getting off his lap. Of course, the wet spot on his boxer briefs looks delightful; his erection tenting the fabric, even more. His spasming belly, all his skin covered in sweat… 

“I might need to run to my office, this uniform is – I’m almost naked” you comment, trying to avoid looking at him any longer. You wouldn’t be able to stop yourself if you did. 

You bend over to pick up the bowl of water that fell down your hands. It was supposed to help Uryu cool off, but it only ended up on your uniform. 

“You want me to stop, and you bend that way in front of me. How am I gonna resist that bum?” he cries, and even to him it was a funny appreciation.  

“MY. BUM…?” you turn around, laughing, loudly. It also makes him laugh, and suddenly you were back at that sweet age of seventeen. 

And in between laughter and sneezes, Uryu finally lays back on the bed again. This time you provide him with new cool compresses to manage his high temperature. 

“I need to go back to work, I’ll come check on you as soon as I am free. Ring the bell if something happens, ok?” you tell him before leaving the room, looking both sides the corridor to avoid any people seeing you leave with a ripped uniform and wet to the point of becoming see through. 

You run, with a naughty smirk on your face. It is impossible not to. Your office is just in front, you will be able to change once you get there, fast, easy, and with nobody seeing you. Right? 

“(Name)? what happened to you?”“Dr. Ishida? Uh…”

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since everyone (nobody) asked i’m being rukia for halloween !