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⌕ bleach - ichigo kurosaki.

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Icons do anime Bleach e do ator Tadanobu Asano, pfvr😭

⠀⠀♥︎ ≀ ichigo, urahara, renji, rukia & ulquiorra (bleach) icons !!

bleach icons pt. 2 > CLICK! tadanobu icons > CLICK!

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#.” can’t get enough

#* 6/10/23

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In my continuing quest to wring meaning from the filler bits of Bleach anime episode #32, why are there 55 gallon oil drums in Inuzuri?

The obvious explanation is that the Seireitei ships its nuclear forbidden-kidou waste products out there, which also explains why there are so many carts.

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rip aomine, you lived a good life

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How old's everyone by the time canon bleach rolls around?

Well that's an interesting question that I have devoted way too much thought to.

Most people in soul society age at the normal pace of one year per year, so they only have One Age, but even a tiny excess of spiritual energy can make some age much slower, and in Seireitei, which is full of Spiritually Potent People, most people have two ages- Calendar and Living Age. Calendar is how many years someone has existed, Living is approximately what developmental age they're at. Most Shinigami age at about one year for every 2-5 Lived, with average "died of natural causes and not in the line of duty" lifespans coming to 200-400 years. Power Level has a HEAVY Inverse correlation to aging, but once you hit the power levels associated with Seated officers and captains, things get Weird. Also fatal. Very few captains have died of Natural Causes.

But re: Everyone's ages in June 2000, when the series starts under the cut:

Karakura Gang:

The Kids are not dead yet, so not Subject to the extended lifepsans yet, but I did age everyone up a bit- Ichigo and his Human Friends are all Juniors in High school- age 17... ish.

Ichigo's 18th birthday occurs a couple weeks after he meets Rukia. He was held back from starting Kindergarten for a year because he was too short to reach the drinking fountains.

Chad was tall and his parents were both working full time so his mom persuaded his school to let him in early, so Chad only had his 17th birthday the month before he meets Rukia.

Kon: CA: 132 (9 years in his body) LA: 3, but in cat years, so really more like 22 in human years. An grad student in charge of a pack of teenagers.

Rukia: A Member of the Karakura Gang by association (i.e. my staging notes), Rukia is CA: 73 and LA: 20. She and Renji entered the academy when they were CA:25 and LA: 16. Like many high-powered shinigami, her rate of aging is slowing as she accumulates power, so she will likely live to see at least 500 (unless something happens)

Renji: See: Rukia. Rukia is eight months older than Renji and NEVER lets him forget it.

Kisuke Urahara: CA: 328 LA: 32.4545454545- Urahara is aging at one year for every 11 lived which pleases him because at least once a century his ages will line up and he'll have a straight shot of numbers and that's CLEARLY an excuse to have a MEGA birthday party and give him extra presents! He'll be 333 AND 33 in 2005, so Ichigo should start planning his surprise party!

Yoruichi Shihoin: CA: 329 LA: 28 Yoruichi is 365 days older than Kisuke (He was born in 1672) a leap year) and NEVER lets him forget it.

Isshin Shiba: CA: UUUH- LA: UUUUUUUH- Isshin Shiba was born to the Shiba Clan in 1846, was 154 when he vanished in 1980, appears to be in his mid-forties now, and can only actually REMEMBER the last 20 years of his life with any Clarity. The battle with White left his soul so damaged that when he fused with Masaki, he lost all his spiritual powers and forgot damn near everything- he remembers his given name, the name and face of Kaien Shiba but not how he knows him, that shinigami and hollows exist... but when he overheard Ryuken Ishida lying to the hospital staff that this was his friend from medical school who had been in a terrible car accident, he believed him, and assumed he WAS a doctor that had been in a terrible accident. Masaki was just as frightened of the Shinigami coming after the Quincy. While she could keep her relatives at bay, she couldn't fool the shinigami, so she asked the others to make sure Isshin never tried to return to spirit world... and they went along with it. As far as Isshin knows, Urahara was a guy he worked for as a teenager who helped him set up shop as a doctor after the accident. Yoruichi really is someone he used to be on the intramural volleyball team with back in college. Shinji is some guy who knew his parents, and decided to stay a friend of the family even after after they died in the accident. He and Masaki were married in a beautiful ceremony some weeks ago... Shame they lost all the pictures... Ichigo's promotion to Substitute Shinigami and the confrontation about "You used to be a CAPTAIN?? Why didn't you warn me and the twins about anything???" is one HELL of a shock for him.

Soul Society:

Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto: CA: 2,146 LA: 75 He was enjoying a Long Prime Middle Age until his Divorce in 1196, at which point he went bald, went gray and lost a significant amount of his muscle mass in under a decade, and has looked like an Old Man since.

Chojiro Sasakibe: CA: 1,358 LA: 66 (debated). Chojiro was barely 100 years old when he turned up at Yamamoto's Post Officer Self-Defense Dojo and refused to leave. His Lived Age is a secret known only to Unohana- the debate rages because Sasakibe was born with his Silver Fox hair, and with that removed, shows very little signs of aging. He insists he "-Just keep myself very well." and refuses to elaborate. He has a standing agreement with the SWA that his LA over various years may be revealed after he dies, so they may let people lay bets, on the condition that they give him a percentage when laid to support his Black Tea Habit.

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Soi Fon: CA: 201 LA: 29 Soi Fon has genetically terrific skin and if her mother is any indication, she'll look like a twentysomething until she hits menopause. THEN she'll look like a Silver Fox.

Marechiyo Omaeda: CA: 102 LA: 24 Omaeda has only been Lieutenant for 14 years, taking over the position early after his father (the previous 2nd Division lieutenant) had an extremely unexpected stroke. He's recovering well, but doesn't want to return because he's so proud of Marechiyo.

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Ichimaru Gin: CA:DEBATABLE, but at least 357 LA: 21 Gin has several days that *could* count as his "Birthday" but he's existed in his current body for as long as Rangiku has known him.

Rojuro "Rose" Otoribashi: CA: 312 LA: 37 Rose was promoted to captain a bare 2 years ago when TBTP happens, and is considered Young for a captain. In terms of Living Age, he's one of the oldest Visored.

Izuru Kira: CA: 89 LA: 23 He was a bit older than Rukia and Renji in CA and LA when he entered the Academy. He could have entered sooner but he was the sole caregiver for both his parents, who died premature deaths of chronic illnesses.

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Retsu Unohana: CA: 804 LA: "As old as my tongue and a little older than my teeth." According to the official records, Retsu Unohana enrolled in Shin'o Academy in 1198, and when asked her age, said "I became as I am last year" Which the intake officer interpreted to mean that she died and appeared as an adult in Spirit World in 1197, and she has absolutely failed to correct that misconception. Or update the public records regarding her age.

Yachiru Unohana: CA 1,497 LA: 37 To her credit, Unohana DID die when she was 17 and appeared in the afterlife at the age she died at. Then she barely aged by the time Yamamoto recruited her in 998. She served as Kenpachi of the 11th Divisison for 199 years, until her battle with an as-yet-unnamed young man in 1197. Shortly after her 200th year as Kenpachi passed, she came to terms with the fact she was no longer the fighter she was, and fell in battle to her lieutenant. With that, "Yachiru" Unohana died, and the following day she enrolled in the academy under the name Retsu to study medicine.

Isane Koetetsu: CA: 282 LA: 28 Isane and her sister Kiyone are unusual for Shinigami in that the Koetesu clan has some of the slowest-aging shinigami in it, and the slowed aging STARTS as infants. Isane couldn't even enroll in Shin'o Academy until her 100th birthday, and even then she needed special dispensation to let what was functionally a 10-year old take college classes.

Hanataro Yamada: CA: 141 LA: 23 Hanataro is the younger brother of Former 4th div Lieutenant Seinosuke Yamada, who now runs the Seireitei Medical Center i.e. The Rich Bitch Hospital. Hanataro entered the academy at a very young age like Isane and graduated with honors, but people tend to compare him to his more accomplished older brother, which both of them think is Unfair seeing as Seinosuke is a whole 112 years older than him. Hanatarou started in the 4th division at the tender age of 42/14, and some of the other medics decided to prank the lieutenant's baby brother by sending him to do the initial medical checkup of newly-appointed 11th division captain Zaraki. When he failed to return for six hours, Seinosuke went into a panicked rage and ran to the 11th, ready to make Zaraki the shortest-serving captain ever if need be, only to discover Hanataro patiently vaccinating and enthusiastic Zaraki for EVERYTHING, a process that was taking a while because Zaraki's spiritual pressure kept breaking the needles. Hanataro has been the 11th Division Pocket Medic ever since, to the detriment of Seinosuke's blood pressure. Zaraki encouraged his interest in Toxicology by bringing him dozens of venomous snakes to milk while on field expeditions, also much to the detriment of Seinosuke's blood pressure.

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Sosuke Aizen: CA: 432 LA: 47 Aizen was born an identical twin, but was the only brother to inherit any spiritual powers. The boy's mother was caught and killed by an enraged shopkeep stealing food to feed a half-starving Sosuke when they were young children. The boys managed to get jobs in another city working at a candy store, and did so well that the owner left the store to them when he retired. Sosuke's marketing talents and Sosato's culinary skills made "My Brother's Candy" a wild success, and soon they were opening franchise stores, and became popular minor celebrities in their district. Sosuke even married and had children- and grand children, and was an active member of his district government and merchants council, personally opening up several schools and water treatment facilities. Then, shortly after he and Sosato celebrated their 88th birthday, tragedy struck. There was a massive flood that lead to a massive crop failure that lead to a massive disease outbreak, which lead to major political upheaval, which lead to Sosuke and his brother having to flee their home. Unfortunately, Sosato dearly loved his brother, and when the hail of arrows came down on them from the soldiers pursing the civilians, Sosato decided that he was near the end of his life anyway, while Sosuke- still functionally in his 20's- had so much to live for, and put himself between his brother and the onslaught. And so Sosuke Aizen went from Revered Councilor, Celebrated Candymaker, beloved Great-grandfather and Twin to an Exile and the sole survivor of his name. He joined the Shinigami, determined to make the Soul Society a better place where what happened to him would never happen again- only to discover that he was at the mercy of a corrupt and incompetent government, and worse, an apparently uncaring God. Until one night when he had a dream- all the pieces of his study of Kido came together and he realized there WAS a way to fix all this- He just had to become God. With that, Gin slithered away into the night and deep into the far districts, so he could assume a human form and forge an identity Aizen wouldn't question when they met back up again.

Shinji Hirako: CA: 412 LA: 31 Shinji genuinely thought he could get away with impersonating a high schooler to spy on Ichigo- after all, he still looked like he was what, 22? With the right clothes and some recent slang- "Why is there some creepy old guy wearing the school uniform?" Ichigo asks his friends the second he sees Shinji. "He looks like some kind of weird hipster who's trying to relive his youth." Sighs Mizurio. "-Or a really deluded pervert who thinks he can sneak into the locker room." says Tatsuki, cracking her knuckles. "He doesn't look THAT old-" Keigo protests, and there is the briefest glimmer of hope for Shinji's Ego. "-Maybe he's some kind of super-senior who got held back a bunch because he's dumb as a brick." Shinji crumples to the ground, defeated by the direct hits to his insecurities.

Hinamori Momo: CA: 66 LA: 26 Momo has an extreme case of babyface but is secretly ripped under her uniform and well on her way to MILFdom from the waist down. The first time Hiyori sees her in shorts is a psychological and spiritual awakening.

Hiyori Sarugaki: CA: 126 LA: 20 Hiyori is the youngest Living Age and slowest-aging visored. She gets mad about her youthful appearance but also uses it to get children's discounts at theme parks.

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Byakuya Kuchiki: CA: 181 LA: 26 Byakuya was married quite young, and Widowed soon after. He's still in his prime, and exceptionally hale for a Kuchiki- Despite the exceptional spiritual power of the clan, the centuries of inbreeding have given them severe health issues and very short lifespans for their power. Byakuya's grandfather Ginrei only lived to 486, and his father Sojun died at 200 from Hemophillia. Byakuya is still working up the nerve to tell Rukia that she will likely outlive him by a considerable margin, and the fact that Rukia hasn't got a nibling to spoil was His medical problem, not Hisana's.

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Sajin Komamura: CA: 712 LA: 22 Komamura is somehow both Older AND Younger than everyone thinks he is, and that's not even getting into the "Wait, is that in human years or wolf years?" Debacle. When Yamamoto met Sajin for the first time in the 1400's he was extremely impressed with the giant warriors skill and courage, and before Sajin had a chance to greet him properly, asked the warrior to join his Academy. "I- I'm really old but I'm actually eight." came the voice of a small boy from behind the helmet and Yamamoto had to go stand with his face pressed into the wall for a minute.

Love Aikawa: CA:345 LA:33 Love Aikawa is one of the few shinigami who came into his spiritual powers so fast that he did NOT have a creer before becoming a Shinigami.

Tetsuzaemon Iba: CA: 154 LA: 30 Testsuzaemon was still a small boy when Komamura was appointed to the third seat of the first division, and got to know his mother Chikane Iba. Chikane worked extremely hard, but held Yamamoto in high regard, and Komamura in similar regard by extension. So now Tetsuzaemon is lieutenant to a man he still secretly thinks of as his "Favorite Babysitter".

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Shunsui Kyoraku: CA: 856 LA: 48 Shunsui was forced to join the academy before his 100th birthday by his noble family because they had not actually planned on actually having a third son survive to adulthood and didn't really know what to do with him. Both Shunsui and Ukitake are old enough to remember when Unohana was still Yachiru, and Shut The Fuck Up about that fact.

Nanao Ise: CA: 141 LA: 28 When she first arrives in Seireitei, Yachiru Kusajishi is LA Eight, and quickly makes friends with Nanao, who is the other little girl close to her age with spiritual powers: "You're my baby sister now, but you'll be my Big sister sooner than later." Yachiru explained. "What do you mean?" Nanao blinked at her. "You're what, Living Age Seven, right?" Yachiru asked, squinting at her. "Yeah, but I'm really Forty-One!" Nanao insisted. It bothered her when people refused to take her seriously because of her age. "Right. I'm like Living Age Eight, so I'm your big sister. But I'm actually Four hundred and six." "…What?" Nanao gaped. "but, but that means you must be aging at…" She frowned, trying to do long division in her head. "-I age about one year for every fifty lived, yeah." "You- oh god." Nanao realized. "You outlive everyone you know." "Not everyone! Ken-chan and I are both aging at the same pace." Yachiru explained, wobbling a bit as she walked the log over the creek. "I guess I'm lucky- there aren't that many of us who age this slow so most of us don't have anybody who's really a 'life-long' companion, and I might be only one with a parent that's got a similar lifespan!" She grinned. "I age at about one for five, so in- ...in less than ten years I'll be older than you." Nanao hummed with concern. "Yep! But until then, you have to do everything your Big Sister says!" Yachiru grinned.

Lisa Yadomaru: CA: 427 LA: 36 Even though they're not REMOTELY related, Lisa bonded very strongly to Nanao when she was Shunsui's lieutenant. This causes some dispute with Yachiru when she returns to Soul Society because according to yachiru, Nanao is her Little Big Sister, owing to the difference in CA, to therefore Lisa is her Big-Big Little Sister, and Lisa thinks she doesn't have to support Yachiru's Candy Habit.

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Kaname Tousen: Calendar age: 499 LA: 32 After the events of the Winter War, during which Kaname turned 500, Kaname disputes that he is only 350, because he spent the last 150 years under Aizen's Curse and "-You call that living?" Everyone (except Sajin) regularly forgets when Kaname's birthday is because he doesn't celebrate it- it was also his sister Kakiyo's birthday and he hasn't really felt like 'celebrating' since she was murdered, and Ichigo is the first person to REALLY understand his feelings on the matter, his own mother dyind so close to his birthday and how visiting her Memorial wasn't exactly a celebration, but it wasn't exactly mourning either.

Shuuhei Hisagi: CA:119 LA: 27 Renji entered the Academy the year Shuuhei was due to Graduate and still thinks of Shuuhei as his "Senpai". Shuuhei entered the academy the same year Rangiku was due to graduate, and still thinks of her as his "Senpai". Renji once called Rangiku his "Grand-Senpai" She and Shuuhei both beat him with shoes about it.

Kensei Muguruma: CA:469 LA: 29 Kensei supports Kaname's declaration that he's only 350 because finding out Kaname is older than him brings up all the insecurities Kensei developed from being the MUCH younger brother to five sisters, and he can't handle being "The Baby" again.

Mashiro Kuna: CA: 506 LA: 25 It took 47 rounds of Janken with Yachiru for Mashiro to finally be the first to get to three victories and declare herself The Biggest Sister. She also saw Kensei's meltdown about Kaname being older than him and is quietly holding onto the fact she's older than both of them until the moment it will cause her beloved captain the maximum amount of Psychological Damage.

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Rangiku Matsumoto: CA: 357 LA: 29 Rangiku measures her Calendar Age from the date she appeared in Soul Society at age 14, which is an accepted practice, but sometimes people want to add their years in the living world as well. Rangiku supports Kaname's claim to be 350 because they let HER knock 14 years off her CA for an even more arbitrary reason, and also it means she doesn't have to get him a belated 500th Birthday gift for another 150 years.

Toshiro Hitsugaya: CA: 60 LA: 12 Hitsugaya is FAR AND AWAY the youngest Shinigami to achieve a seated officer's position by any age, and this was 100% done as a political maneuver by Yamamoto. Hitsugaya is no Slouch- he graduated salutatorian of his class and is the youngest person ever to achieve Bankai, but Yamamoto slapped him into the lieutenant's position 20 years ago (Hitsugaya graduated within weeks of Isshin Shiba's Disappearance) SPECIFICALLY to put Rangiku between him and any unscrupulous noble houses looking to forcibly adopt him/marry him to a spare heir/straight-up kidnap Hitsugaya to prop up their failing genetic lines. One of the clans tried it anyway and the resulting smoking crater where the clan compound used to be put the fear of Haineko into everyone and has so far discouraged further attempts.

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Kenpachi Zaraki: CA: 1,477* LA: 42 Like Gin, Zaraki has several dates that could count as the start of his existence, but when asked how old he was at the first moon-viewing party he went to- "...How d'ya guys measure that?" Zaraki asked, studying Shunsui with his good eye in a way that made the hair on the back of his neck prickle. "Uh- well, for most people, it's when you were Born in Soul Society, but if you died and appeared here it's the day you first existed in Soul Society." he explained, feeling like he was missing an important dimension to the question. "Oh! In that case I'm- wait, shit. What day is it today?" "It's November 18th." Unohana smiled. "Ah, fuck! With all the chaos I forgot-!" Zaraki laughed. "Turned 1,377 last Monday." The assembled Shinigami all stared blanky, save for Unohana, who appeared to be trying to not laugh into her cup. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure I heard that correctly..?" Jushiro asked, entirely sure he had. "One Thousand Three Hundred Seventy-Seven." Zaraki repeated slowly, grin cracking across his face. "-Can't say I've done as good a job lookin' after myself as Sasakibe here though." "I- good heavens! The only person you're younger than is Yamamoto himself!" Aizen exclaimed, eyes wide behind his glasses. Zaraki frowned at that for a moment and then nodded. "...If you say so." Unohana made a small snuffling noise as she tried to not snort sake up her nose laughing. "How old are YOU, Mr. Glasses?" Yachiru asked. "Hm? Oh, I'm 332! And how old are y-" Aizen began to reply before he was interrupted by Yachiru jabbing her finger into the tip of his nose, cackling. "HAH! you're seventy- uh- seventy four years younger than me! You're a little baby man!" She clapped her hands with glee. "Unohana-sama? Are you alright?" Ukitake asked as the chief medic coughed suddenly. "I'm having a great time!" She wheezed, eyes watering from accidentally inhaling her drink.

Yachiru Kusajishi: CA: 506 LA: 10 Yachiru was Very Loved by her parents. Zaraki tells her this. When he found her, he found her in an otherwise abandoned house, with her parents, who had obviously died protecting her from the late-winter cold snap. She was still in her mother and father's arms when he came to investigate her cries. Her parents were wearing kimono that had the bottom third cut off, just above their knees, even though it was the middle of winter. She was wearing a double-layered baby Kimono made of the fabric they had cut off, to make sure she stayed warm. He took her into the nearest village, in hopes someone there could nurse her and tell him what her name was. She was lucky- there was a woman nursing her own daughter who agreed to take on her as well. But the Village elder hung his head in shame- he knew the couple the vagrant described- they lived far up the mountain, and only went by the name "Kusajishi", the name of the district, as was the style of many poor and illiterate farmers. They only came down from their farm once or twice a year to sell the special herbs they grew up there- the elder had seen the woman pregnant, but they had not come down to tell him the girl's name for the village records. So that day, the vagrant became Kenpachi Zaraki, and gave to her the name Yachiru as any parent should name their child, and the name Kusajishi, after the parents that loved her so. She only ever calls her adopted father Ken-chan, and is the only person who is allowed to call him that, because a parent should be called something special by their child. In deference to her parent's sacrifice, she does not call him "father". That was another man, who died for her. Zaraki does not lie to Yachiru, ever. Everything he told her about how they met is true. He has omitted one detail from the story, however. Her parents died from the cold snap because they had to be at least eighty, and not blessed with spiritual power like her. She had outlived her parents as an infant. And after speaking to the village elder about how, to his shame, he'd never managed to ask the little girl's name, even since he was a little boy, and failed to send anyone up there to check on the family, The vagrant with no name sat near the fire in the village hall, holding the little girl with no name. He thought about how terribly lonely it was, to not have a name. and how lucky he was that he had a mother who also had an extremely long lifespan that was able to live through raising him, and that he could still visit and speak to. and how unlucky this little girl was, that she did not. "How d'ya get a name?" the vagrant asked the village elder. "Well, here you just tell me what your name is, and I write it down in the village records." the elder said, watching him with curiosity. "...if I tell you a name, will you show me how to write it?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper. "Of course." The elder nodded. The vagrant was silent for a while. "Then her name is Yachiru Kusajishi." Said the vagrant. "...And yours?" The elder asked, picking up the record book and inkstone. "Mine?" the vagrant asked. "You're giving her a name because she hasn't got anyone else to do it, aren't you?" The elder asked, gaze steady. "If you name something, it's your responsibility forever, and you're going to have to be responsible for yourself if you're going to be responsible for her." The Vagrant considered this for a while. "My name-" he started and stopped, throat clicking like he was literally choking on the words. "-My name for her is Kenpachi Zaraki."

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Mayuri Kurotsuichi: CA: 132 LA: 267 Mayuri is the only shinigami aging faster than the expected rate. This is because he escaped from Hell, and Hell would very much like to get his ass back there ASAP.

Nemuri Kurotsuichi: CA: 20 LA: 20 Nemu has been twenty for twenty years now, ever since she was pulled from the goo of her incubation tube by her father Mayuri, and will be 20 for the foreseeable future. The static lack of aging is something Mayuri hopes to fix in future drafts- Nemu is the seventh Nemuri, and the most successful one so far- She's the second Nemuri to actually make it out of her incubation tube, and the first to survive more than a year, but Nemuri Hachigo is already developing in the basement of the 12th in case something happens to her. The knowledge of her 'Little Sister' is something that brings Nemu comfort, like already knowing what you're going to be reincarnated as. "That's really fucked up." Says Uryuu Ishida in the rubble of Las Noches as she puts his intestines back inside his thorax where they belong. He's on a lot of drugs he'd like to know less about. "-It's also kind of cute. In a away. but really fucked up."

Kirio Hikifune: CA: 617 LA: 35 Kirio is one of a handful of people in on Unohana's double identity, but would NEVER betray her beloved Senpai's personal information! She served under Unohana in the fourth and developed her flesh-to-food technique with Unohana's help.

Tama Nikuya: CA: 1,477 LA: 26 Despite being the same age as Zaraki and Unohana and was aging at the same slow rate, the process that turned her into a Puca also caused her to go into bio-hell-fuckery that has effectively stopped her from aging at all. Or rather, she IS aging but every time she dies, she reappears as the LA age she was when she underwent The Flesh Change. She says the process is not infinite- she WILL eventually run out of spare lives, and if she manages to live long enough to die of old age in this body, she will NOT respawn at all. Also- it HURTS! She does die, which hurts, and comes back, which hurts EVEN MORE, and each time she comes back, she's confronted with the prospect of either outling all her friends or putting them through a similar hell to stay together. All in all, DO NOT ATTEMPT. I am speaking to you specifically, Kisuke. Akon Akon: CA: 119 LA: 27 Akon only has the one name but the archives don't like that so he uses it Twice. He was imprisoned without trial in the Maggot's nest for being part Yokai when he was a small child, and sprung to work in R&D By Mayuri shortly after Urahara's disappearence. He's friends with Yachiru and Nanao because there weren't hat many kids in the social circles of the Gotei-13's upper ranks, and all three of them shared a mutual interest in the Dinosaurs that were being discovered at the time. He's friends with Shuuhei because he was forced to take Remedial "if you work in the 12th instead of just R&D you need to actually know how to be a shinigami" classes the same year Shuuhei was accepted to the academy and they were dorm mates. Akon intermittendly draws weird one-panel cartoons for the Seireitei bulletin under a pen name, often about strange scientific jokes and on one notable occasion, bovine anthropological artifacts.

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Jushiro Ukitake: CA: 857 LA: 44 Ukitake is genuinely unsure if, when or HOW he will die, given that he is host to a Divine Being. Once that particular cat is out of the bag, it gives him something to commiserate about with Tama. Already, Shunsui is starting to outpace his age- is he doomed to bury his friend? or will circumstance force Mimihagi to consume him entirely? Mimihagi is sympathetic- the Left Hand of God is also not sure what this fusion entails for him- it's possible that if Jushiro dies by any other means besides Mimihagi consuming him, that Mimihagi will die with him, and neither is sure what kind of impact that might have on the universe at large. Still, if it weren't for Mimihagi's intervention, Jushiro wouldn't have this time at all, and Mimihagi will never have had these experiences, so neither regrets the choice they made, regardless of how it ends.

Hachigen Ushoda: CA: 278 LA: 32. Hachigen is appearing under the 13th Division because the Kido Corps got absorbed into the 13th while he was away. Hachi consistently fools people into thinking he's way older than he actually is because he has to tailor-make all his clothes for his massive frame, so why NOT go all the way and make something Special for all this effort?

...this post is already three miles long, I'll do the Arrancar and Quincy next.

[kysslasher]

KINKTOBER DAY 13:: hair pulling—byakuya kuchiki

WARNING:: Face fucking, hair pulling, marking, man handling, smoking (weed), oral fixation.

SUMMARY:: in which you and your smart ass mouth gets you nothing but put in your place.

You always run your mouth in the worst moments in time, and if it hadn't been for your loud mouth ex you wouldn't have found yourself like this. It was already past midnight but if it hadn't been for the fact that you had run into him at one of Haechan's parties while you were stumbling out of the packed kitchen while your lungs craved air that hadn't smelled like alcohol, sex, and weed, you wouldn't have been here at all.

You almost cursed at yourself when you had sat down just a few steps on the front porch above a familiar burly figure. When you had perched yourself there you saw the figure turn to you and the burnt orange hue on his skin from the lights had made your heart clench in your chest. Having seen him for the first time in 6 months after your relationship completely blew up in your face, you both exchange casual conversation as if you hadn't last seen each other at your worst.

His eyes sharp and low, glazed over and red as if he had been drinking hard liquor all night. You weren't surprised, you had seen his friends passing around a bottle on the couch deep in the living room corner all on the couch surrounded by many burnt out blunts and cigarettes flicked into vodka bottles and beer cans with barely enough to fill a shot glass. You hadn't caught a glimpse of him until now as you ran with your own crowd around the party talking to who've you grown to know in your towns party environment.

After an exchange of words he could see how tense your shoulders had been as they wrapped around your cold legs, the wind had yet to relent on your bare skin no thanks to your mini skirt. He had eyed your figure once over he meets your gaze. The words "you wanna match?" roll off his tongue like it's nothing. "I can't, my boyfriend and my friends are inside probably looking for me" you answered just as nonchalant as he came off. Only to get a scoff out of his mouth.

"What's a little smoke session here gonna hurt them" he says, but you could only shake your head, just as you stand up finally taking in a deep breath of fresh air around you, you hear the front door open behind you, the bright flickering lights and loud hollering voices spills out past it. Your met with the sight of byakuya, stand with concerned eyes and furrowed brows. "I thought you left without telling me" he walked closer, paying no mind to whoever sat as a bystander on the steps.

You only hum in denial and shake your head "I wouldn't leave without saying bye" you teased only receiving a small grin out of him. The irking voice behind you had reeled you back to earth "she's cool, I was with her. We were gonna match" the voice spoke, you could only let your eyes fall shut as you hoped you would get off scot-free without your ex insisting you stay. "Really, I said I'm good. I just needed fresh air I don't really wanna smoke right now" you turn to him almost rolling your eyes as you see the glimmer of mischief in his eyes as he looks at byakuya with nothing but a low grin.

"She's good" byakuya spoke low yet firmly, you could feel your stomach churn in a way you didn't like, the both of them holding narrow gazes at each other almost agitated by the presence of the other. "Let's just go back in, I wanna chill for a little bit with ichigo and Rukia before they’re out and about trying to get random people to drink bottles with them" you almost smile as you think about your friends habits.

"You know where to find me if you change your mind" the boy behind you spoke up once more making you bite back an irritated groan. Yet once more you hear your boyfriends voice rumble a bit louder this time "she said she's good, so I doubt she'll come looking" he spoke. "This is so stupid" you mumble as you step closer towards byakuya reaching towards you hold your hand out mf or his he grabs it almost tugging you towards him roughly.

"Mhm, right. You look good tonight y/n. I'll see you around yeah?" Your ex says amused at byakuya's tone, you only turn to look over your shoulder just barely paying attention to him you you hum as you pull byakuya along as you tug the door open by the handle re-entering the house that had basically been trashed to the point it barely looked how it did when the party first began.

Almost slamming the front door shut your met with an empty hallway as the party seemed to be mainly in the kitchen and living room. The stairs that faced the doorway with stray people standing there, your poor attempt to pull byakuya along with you back into the living room, your tugs lead you nowhere as he pulls you back. Turning to face him with furrowed brows "what?" You ask your tone filled with attitude that byakuya caught onto quick enough to give you a glare.

"Who was that?" He asks his tone just as stern as before holding the same expression your face held. "Does it matter?" You shake your head. "No. I just want to know, I've never met him before. Is he your friend or something?" He asks pulling you closer. Shaking your head once again rolling your eyes "no, and it doesn't matter who he is because he doesn't matter" you snapped "why are you acting like you can't tell me who he is. It's not like I'm gonna be mad if he's your friend. You know him, so why are you acting like you can't tell me?" He says almost riled up at your words.

"He's not my friend so stop worrying about it" this time you roll your eyes giving byakuya his last straw with your attitude. This time he doesn't tug you a few steps closer, he pulls you chest to chest your face to face with him, his free hand grips your chin between his fingers, the feeling of his warm breath on your skin has shivers sent down your cold skin. "Fix your tone" he spoke grimly as he raised a brow at you hinting you get your act together almost immediately.

You huff as you turn your face away from his narrowed gaze "you first" you snap and almost regret it as it immediately as he tugs your face to turn to him once more "really?" He asks as he looks almost looked like he was fueling at the ears. He was pissed beyond belief. "You wanna show out now?" He asks but you couldn't bring yourself to answer. Letting go of his grip on your face, his grip on your wrist had yet to falter as he drags you up the stairs . byakuya's sense of direction was narrow, the halls are dark yet you've been to enough house parties hosted by your friend to know exactly the location he's dragging you to.

The bathroom. Spacious, the lights are dim in a yellowish color, nobody used it, it was clean the floor not sticky like the one that had been used frequently. "I'm really starting to think you want me to fix that smart ass mouth you got with that attitude you fixed yourself to have" he says slamming the wooden door behind him as he practically shoved you into the bathroom. You can feel slick arousal within you panties begin to sodden the flimsy fabric, fixing your lips to speak once more.

"What attitude?" You ask as the door rattles and the walls shake as the base of rap song plays through the loud speaker downstairs. "So now you don't have an attitude when it's just me and you? Just a minute ago you wanted to show out for your little boyfriend but I don't see him anywhere" he snarked making your head fall back as a groan ripples through your throat. "Why are you so stuck on that? He doesn't matter, like I said I just want to go and have fun" you say your becoming irritated more and more.

"You can go have fun when we're done" he eyes you up. "That why you dressed up all pretty tonight? Got a little attitude to go with it? Hm?" He asks as he nears you with calculated steps. His hands find the loops attached to your skirt pulling you roughly until your hips collide. Gasping as your once again met face to face like you were at the front door. "No" you answer softly "no what? No you didn't get dressed up for your friend? Or no you don't have an attitude?" He eyes your facial expressions "both" you answer shortly.

"No I thunk you have an attitude, you've been running your mouth a lot since we came in. And I think you want me to fix that" he nods as his eyes flicker between yours holding a strong gaze. Nodding your head, you wanted nothing more than for byakuya to fuck you completely out of your senses you lose your train of thought. He snickers as he watches you look up at him with doe eyes. Humming his hand trails to cup your jaw, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip.

'Smart mouth' he'd said it so you couldn't help but wonder exactly what he had in mind. "Fix my smart mouth" you whisper hoping that would make him snap. And surely it did, the harsh pad of his thumb parts your lips you open your mouth wide enough for his finger to rub flatly against your thumb.

Sucking and licking, he pulls back he groans as he watches his finger slips down your tongue and past your bottom lip, settling on your chin leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. Leaning in byakuya presses a harsh kiss to your lips that you return, your teeth clashing against each other, your tongues meeting past your lips entangling, his tongues pushes further past your lips making you suck down and pull back earning a groan as the both of you meet eyes.

Catching his bottom lip between teeth he holds back a moan his hand trails up your jaw to the back of your neck, the feeling of his long fingers trailing up the back of your neck gripping your hair your hand falls back at the tight grip, you moan at pain and pleasure. "You're so quiet now, what happened?" He coos at your almost quivering form as he takes up at the space between the both of you.

Your eyes snapping shut as an attempt to keep your breathing steady, "knees. Right now" he spoke barely above whisper, yet you didn't want to test his patience in the least. Lowering yourself onto the cold and harsh tiled floor, the stinging in your kneecaps subsiding as the grip on your hair seems to get much more tighter than before. Your hand presses against his against the growing bulge in his jeans.

The pressure and friction between his cock and his jeans earns yourself a hiss from between his teeth. Rubbing over him a few times before deciding he was hard enough for you to get rid of all the fabric and anything else between you. Unbuckling his belt almost ripping it out of the loops in his jeans discarding it with a loud clanking sound, your moves not faltering as you tug open the button on his jeans your fingers hook onto the hem of his boxers as pull them down.

"Gonna put that smart mouth of yours to good use?" He asked as his hand yanked on your hair earring a soft wince, you nod looking up at him with evilly innocent eyes. Pulling his pants over his thighs and down to his ankles you could see the precum leaking through his underwear, your index finger rubbing the spot making the man above groan in sensitivity.You palm him one more time before your fingers dig under his waistband and begin pulling it down, seeing what is past his v-line.

You see his hard dick springing past the fabric his tip was blushed and sticky with precum, you could feel yourself salivating at the thought of taking him down your throat. you wet the palm of your hands with your tongue before taking his dick into your fist, slowly jerking and teasing the tip with your thumb. Your other hand resting on his thigh you feel him twitch the squelching sound of your spit and precum rubbing against his dick makes your thighs clench.

byakuya loved the sight of you underneath him with his cock in your mouth. It was nothing more if not the best sight he's seen in all his years of life. The feeling of you rubbing his tip against your tongue having sent a shiver up his thighs you had a pretty firm grip on.

Puckering your lips you press small kisses and his base and up his shaft until you reach his blushed tip, licking a stripe of saliva against his slit had his thighs quiver "fuck" he groaned feeling your lips envelope his tip slowly taking him in your warm mouth,your hand still at his base jerking him off byakuya closes his eyes as his hand pushes your head down furthe.

He's big. thick. and the stretch that comes along with taking him in your mouth is a plaguing reminder. but you don't mind it too much, you like the thought of him when he's all deep in your throat, and you can feel the tip of him hot and heavy in the back of your throat. it makes you gag, and choke, and your eyes get cloudy with tears to the point they spill over, but it's worth it. It's worth it without fail.

you keep your nose pressed into the skin of his pelvis until you physically can't, pulling off of him with a loud pop. your cheek is wet with tears, and your chin is slick with spit, the two coalescing at the tip into a sticky mess.

the sight makes him twitch in your hand, because this is what he's been thinking about all day. this was his selfish wish, to see you below him with this expression. eyes all doe-eyed and desperate. He can't help but to reach out and rub the callused pad of his thumb over your parting lips, pressing the salty digit flat against your tongue, and retreating it in the same breath to hook it around your cheek.

Flattening your tongue against the underside of his dick you dragged up against the vein running up to the tip— he let out a rich moan that ended with a groan "shit". His head was thrown back and his breathing was labored. You rubbed your thighs together as warmth between your legs became stronger and stronger. You could, feeling the tip nudge the back of your throat while your nose was nestled tightly against his pubic bone. While your eyes were closed tight to focus on relaxing your gag reflex to not ruin the tight feeling for him. byakuya let his hand guide your head to bob while you hollow your cheeks, byakuya was losing his mind at the feeling.

Breathing through your nose you could barely breath as byakuya bucked his hips into your mouth, losing himself in the feeling of your warm mouth. Spitting on his tip you use your tongue to spread it, earning a moan as his pats become tugs when your lips wrap around his and you push your head down relaxing your throat you feel tears well up in the corner of your eyes.

Pushing your head down further you relax your throat taking him deeper until your nose hits his pelvis. Tears cloud your eyes as you almost gag, pulling your head back just a bit you take a deep breath through your nose and begin to bob your head.

You moan as you feel him buck his hips into your throat. "Feels good," he said as you continued to take him in your mouth slurping and bobbing your head, all without hands you were heaven-sent."Fuck- y/n you're so good, don't fucking stop" he cursed while moaned out, you speed up your pace as his balls were greeted with a squeeze from your hand. He was approaching his orgasm as his hips buck into your throat relentlessly you gag with each thrust. Tears spilled past your lashes and down your saliva-covered cheeks.

The groans made your pussy ache so you clenched your thighs closed. Sounds of groans buzzing in his chest you couldn't help but let out gags and moans at the tall man above you tears pricked your eyes again but you blink them away and continue taking him. He felt so good your warm and wet mouth was doing it but when you hollow your cheeks. Your hand that was at his base continued to move leaving him to buck his hips into your warm and wet cavern.

You gag as he repeatedly lets his tip meet the back of your throat yet you never pull away. "You take it so fucking- good" he slurs feeling himself twitch, your moans muffled sending vibrations to his dick making him shutter. a string of profanities leave his lips. he's close, and you can tell by the way he begins to fuck into your face with unparalleled ferocity. to guide him there, you begin to hollow your cheeks and narrow your throat, using a single hand to massage his balls.

he can feel you start to get antsy, and when you start to scratch and claw at his thighs for air, that does it for him. with a final, lazy thrust, he releases the entirety of his load down your throat, keeping you pressed down on him until he's sure every last drop has been emptied into your mouth.

Pulling your head away byakuya looked down at your kneeling figure seeing your spit mixed with his cum on your cheeks, chin and lips, your breathing was in shambles as you cleared your throat letting your hand touch your jaw that had been aching. byakuya's eyes darken looking at you and wiped away all the fluids on your face. You stand up from the floor feeling the ache in your knees.

"All done with your attitude" he eyes you, seeing your face sport an almost submissive and ready for his next direction, you only nod and hum in satisfaction at forgetting completely what happened before. Reaching out to the back of your neck you stumble forward as he presses a kiss to your lips almost immediately your tongue swirls against his as your holding a tight grip on his shirt you pull away gently hearing a soft 'smack' as your lips part, a string of saliva attached to your lips keeping you connected.

"That's my ex" you say finally giving him the answer he was looking for "and no, I won't be looking for him later"

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PREGNANCY CRAVINGS! ```໒꒰ྀི ꩜ ᯅ ꩜; ꒱ྀི১

renji abarai x black fem reader

synopsis— renji deals with his woman’s pregnancy cravings and mood swings.

tw— pregnant reader, fluff,

At 3:AM he heard a whine erupt from his wife’s mouth. He tiredly rubbed his eyes leaning up next to her troubled face.”what’s up?” She had tears in her eyes even though she had just woken up.”hungry..”

Fully leaning up he took the red bonnet off his head.”what you in the mood to eat baby?” She huffed.”want some pickle with peanut butter spread on it and ice cream on the side..” he almost wanted to gag but nodded patting her head.”gonna get that right for you baby.”

Renji had gotten use to being more calm and patient with his wife ever since she was pregnant. Rukia and Orihime gave him lectures of pregnant women deserving the upmost respect and fragile care. To everyone’s surprise, he was slowly listening too. He hummed as he prepared her dish of a pickle with peanut butter on it and ice cream on the side in a bowl. He heard her whining loudly impatient.”it’ll be ready in a second baby!” He yelled loud enough in a rough voice for her to hear as he walked back to the bedroom and brought her the combination she desired in bed. He saw the happy smile that got on her face immediately once she took the bowl and crunched on the pickle with peanut butter then made a pout.”sorry for yellin’.. just hungry.” He just gives her a pat on the head then a kiss on the cheek not holding it against her.

At 10AM he knows all the pregnancy foods she’ll ask for in the morning, she was predictable at this point. As she came out whining like always she was surprised to see all her morning cravings laid out on the kitchen table. a warm smile was immediately on her face.”oh… you planned everything?” He just smiled nodded.”eat up your pregnancy breakfast baby.” He patted a chair he made comfortable just for her.

At 1PM he had lunch in the fridge. He noticed that she liked colder mixed food together so he had a bowl packed together in the fridge. He liked seeing the happy expression on his wife’s face as she ate the mixture.

At 6PM he would eat the same food she ate. Not wanting her to feel left out or feel like she was gross for having the cravings she was. They always spent time in their bed eating. He would make a grossed out look eating the same mixture of dinner she was eating.”don’t know how you eat this shit..” it made y/n giggle.

At 9PM y/n would be knocked out before renji in her own cozy comforter that he brought her knowing how bad he is at sharing a blanket. Tying on his bonnet he would sigh giving her a kiss on the forehead and heading off to sleep right after her.

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"Again!" The instructor's command echoed through the training room, prompting Y/n to forcefully strike the punching bag.

"Again!" he repeated, and she delivered another powerful blow.

"Again!" This time, her hit caused the punching bag to nearly fly off the hook, ripping open as sand spilled out. Stepping back, she released an exhausted huff, her eyes seeking the instructor for further guidance.

His usual expressionless glare met hers. "Get cleaned up. There's someone I want you to meet over dinner." Nodding in acknowledgment, she watched as he exited the room, leaving her to tend to her bruised and bloody hands on a nearby bench.

Seated, she unwrapped her hands, clenching her fists as she observed the bruising forming over her knuckles. Not wanting to keep her Instructor waiting, she stood and headed for the door, determined to clean up and face whatever awaited her.

After a soothing shower to ease her sore muscles, she dressed and made her way to the dining hall. It exuded an unusual elegance, hinting at the significance of the impending meeting. The dimly lit room, adorned with candles, filled with the aroma of cooking food. Taking a seat at the far end of the table, she prepared for the encounter, usually beside her instructor, who occupied the end of the table.

Mere seconds after settling into her seat, the instructor entered, flanked by three men—one adorned with a black mask, presumably his two bodyguards. Y/n refrained from lifting her gaze from her plate, avoiding eye contact with the skull-like masked man who took a place at the far end, while her instructor occupied the other end beside her. The remaining two men positioned themselves behind the Black Mask.

A silence enveloped the room until the instructor finally spoke.

"Y/n, meet The Black Mask."

Huh.

"This is the sweet girl I’ve heard so much about."

His words sent a shiver down her spine; there was an ominous undertone, a hint of death in his voice that resonated clearly in the quiet dining hall.

Turning to meet The Black Mask's gaze sent shivers down Y/n's spine; his intense stare already fixed upon her.

"Y/n," her instructor's voice broke the unsettling eye contact. The look in his eyes tried to conceal an emotion.

"The Black Mask will be taking you. He has offered a great deal of money because you are one of the best."

A lump formed in her throat. While she anticipated this eventuality, the abruptness caught her off guard. At fourteen, she still had much training ahead.

"As of tomorrow, you will be working for him," he declared. She looked down at her untouched food, her voice steady. "I understand."

"Pack your things. You leave in an hour."

Without hesitation, she rose from her seat and swiftly exited the dimly lit dining hall, leaving behind the weight of an unforeseen destiny.

Exactly an hour later, Y/n stood before the place she once called home. The memories flooded back – the awe of arriving, the enormity of the building, the initial sense of feeling like a princess for a moment.

Handing her bags to a guard from before, she observed as they were tossed into the trunk of a black limousine. Just as she was about to follow, a familiar hand rested on her shoulder. Looking up, her instructor met her gaze.

"Be safe," he advised. "Remember, leaving home opens a new journey for you. Each step is a new chapter in your own story."

Nodding in acknowledgment, Y/n proceeded toward the waiting limo, where The Black Mask awaited. Through the window, she watched her instructor disappear from sight. Once he was entirely gone, she sank back into the seat, exhaling a sigh, unprepared for the long journey ahead.

5 years later

Black Mask seethed with rage at his desk. “Are you telling me the scumbag stole my guns? Again?” he bellowed, surrounded by his assistant and four henchmen.

“No, sir. He destroyed them. Blew up the truck and the drivers,” his assistant calmly explained. “He was enlisting anyone under our province, now he's just killing them,”

Black Mask slammed his hands on the desk, frustrated by his inability to stop the mysterious Red Hood. "So what is he, Batman?"

“No, sir. He's not Batman,” she replied, maintaining a calm expression. “He’s still taking cuts off the streets but eliminating the competition. He's targeting you.”

Fuming, Black Mask growled and flipping his desk over. “You wanna tell me why this guy isn't dead?” he demanded, he walked up to his henchmen and punched each one in the face out of anger.

“We're trying. We sent the Fearsome Hand of Four,” she stated, though she knew it wouldn't be enough.

Looking out at Gotham, Black Mask turned to his assistant. “You don't know Batman. He won't let this lunatic run wild. He can't catch him, or it's something else.”

“Can't you feel it?” he asked, but before she could respond, a red dot appeared on his neck. Panicking, he saw Red Hood on the building, holding a rocket launcher.

“Oh, hell,” he muttered, before turning around and bolting out of his office his assistant followed right behind him. Mere seconds later he pulled the trigger and sent an explosion through the building causing the fire exit to fly off the hinges and crash into the wall. Black Mask ducked just in time.

He stood up and held his neck which would have been taken off by the door if he hadn't moved in time “Okay time to change up the ground war.”

“How so, sir?” his assistant inquired.

“I’m being forced into negotiating with a psychotic,” he admitted. “And there's one person in mind who I think can take on this Red Hood. Bring me Y/n.”

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“Do you think we should get popcorn for everyone?”

“Hmmm….Chad would probably like some.” Ichigo replied after a moment of thought. “Ishida doesn’t it food from ‘a stand’. Something about sanitation requirements? Orihime is gonna need her own because she likes to put furikake and spicy cheese sauce on hers.”

“Where would she get furikake at a movie theater?”

“She brings it in her purse.”

The group was meeting up that afternoon to see a movie and enjoy the AC on this hot summer day. What they were seeing didn’t really matter, just the time spent together.

Coming from different directions, Ichigo and [Y/N] planned to arrive first and claim seats. The theater closer to their neighborhood than anyone else. [Y/N] said that she would just go ahead and buy the tickets and everyone could pay her back, since she got paid this week and it was easiest. But Ichigo knew that she was just doing it to be nice. Not expecting to get paid back if her friends didn’t have it. He loved the generous aspect of her.

“Hey. You kids.” The pair stop, despite their best instincts, and turn around to see some bum wander out of a side street. “Got any change?”

“We don’t. Sorry.” Ichigo replied. Taking [Y/N]’s hand and already starting to walk on.

“Come on maaaan. Help me out. I haven’t eaten in dayssss.”

“Maybe we should help him?” [Y/N] whispered to him, but Ichigo shook his head no. He got a bad vibe and people like this would take off your hand when you offer them a hand out.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” As bad vibes indicated, the man got angry at being ignored and lunged out to grab [Y/N]’s purse.

“Hey!” Ichigo shouted, prepared to do something. Before he could, however, [Y/N] had his wrist in a death grip and preforming a single handed arm throw back into the alley and into a wall.

“Don’t grab things that don’t belong to you.” [Y/N] scolded the dizzy & disoriented man, who may have had a concussion now. “I need to wash my hands now.”

“I could have taken care of that guy for you.” Ichigo replied as they continued their trip to the theater. As if nothing happened.

“I know. But I may not be able to beat up Hollows, but I can certainly handle some dumb guy. Don’t you remember how we met?”

Ichigo smiled softly back at [Y/N]’s big grin. How could he forget. He fallen head over heels for her when she threw him head over heels at the dojo when they were just kids.

“Come on. Let’s get to the movie before we miss the trailers.”

They arrive and get tickets before [Y/N] went to the bathroom to wash her hands. Ichigo went ahead and paid for everyone’s snacks. Popcorn for Chad and Orihime, one for them to share, and pack of mango jellies for Ishida. He figured if they were prepacked they should be fine, and if he still complained then he wouldn’t get anything and he could have jellies. Win-win.

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~*Accidental mate. Chapter 7*~

Here’s the next instalment, apologies for the wait!

Ichigo had walked you to work after Grimmjow had whisked Urahara away as quick as he had appeared. You talked much about nothing, he explained what kind of training Rukia wanted to try with her new subordinates. You had asked how his family was, laughing loudly at the stories he told you about his father and his early morning wake up calls, or "goat face" as he referred to him.

By the way Ichigo kept looking around, scanning the surroundings and the way his hand kept creeping up the hilt of his zanpakuto, brushing the movement off as scratching at his head, you knew he was secretly only accompanying you to ensure Grimmjow didn't return. Not that you needed a body guard, you were more than capable to defend yourself, even if it was only long enough to wait for back up. For some reason though, you didn't think Grimmjow would hurt you, intentionally that is. His brash manor and short temper has landed you on your ass more than once.

Ichigo left you near the Captains quarters with a lazy wave, promising to pass on your greetings to the Captain of the thirteenth. After you had handed your report to Captain Kuchiki, waiting patiently for him to scan over it and answering the questions he had, you were dismissed. The morning had flown by without any issues, catching up on the paperwork you had missed on your mission and catching up with your colleagues who shared the office you were assigned.

Word had gotten around about the fight between Ichigo and Grimmjow, speculation and rumours spread around like wildfire. Honestly, the men in the division were the worst culprits for that. You had heard everything from Grimmjow loosing an arm to it being a passionate argument due to unrequited feelings between the pair. The later made you chuckle, they sure were creative with their stories. Your stomach begging to rumble let you know it was getting close to lunch, after you finished this last report you would go in search for food.

You heard the unnecessarily loud footsteps long before you saw the murderous looking face of Renji as he stormed into your office. Ah crap. You had forgotten to ask Ichigo to leave out your involvement in the altercation this morning when he retold the story to his friends, most importantly, Renji. He folded his arms over his chest as he came to a stop in front of your desk, holding you in a stern gaze

"everybody clear out. Take an early lunch" he spoke to the room at large without taking his eyes off of you, shrinking in your chair at his disapproving look. The ones you shared the office space with quickly packed up their belongings and all but ran from the room at the command of their lieutenant, sparing you a guilty look as they passed.

"That wasn't necessary, I was just about to head out for lunch" you told him freely now that you were alone, paying no attention to the correct way to address your superior during office hours now that there wasn't an audience. Renji was hard to gage when he was angry. You couldn't tell if he was angry with you, Grimmjow, or the whole situation. You pointedly ignore his glower, taking your time to sign your name on the last of your reports, tidily stacking the papers and putting them to the side

When you had finally stretched out all you could do, you relented with a sigh, meeting Renji's stern eyes "what can I do for you?"

"You can tell me what the hell that was this morning , and why I had to hear it from Ichigo and not you" Okay, seemed he was pissed at all thee. You didn't want to have to deal with this right now, you thought as you rubbed your eyes, suddenly feeling very tired.

"There was nothing to tell you. Ichigo and Grimmjow got into a fight, I tried to stop it and got knocked on my ass" you shrug to make light of the situation, why you were getting your ass chewed out for Grimmjows short temper was beyond you. You hadn't started or contributed to it at all. That seemingly wasn't enough for your over protective friend however "Grimmjow ran off with Urahara, Ichigo seemed fine after, if you want answers, ask them" 

"were you hurt?" His softness for you broke through his rough exterior, kind eyes quickly assessing what he could see of you as you verbalised your good health

"Im fine. I didn't get hurt at all, just tripped over my own feet" 

"Ichigo seems to think that Grimmjow attacked him because of you, said he was spouting some bullshit about him staying away from you"  Renji's tone turned questioning, with a subtle tone of "what the hell did you do?". That irked you, why were you suddenly to blame for their actions? You hadn't done anything. Simply wrong place, wrong time.

"Ichigo needs to get his head examined."  You grumbled, pushing your chair away from your desk to stand. The way Renji was looking over you made you feel like you were getting scolded. Standing didn't exactly do much for the height difference, he still towered over you. On your feet however, made you feel more in control of the situation.

"Don't give me that, you're hiding something from me" damn him. You've been friends for too long, he could read you like a book. You tilted your chin down, letting your hair help hide your face from him as you walk around your desk to open the office window. Anything to help hide the slight blush creeping up your cheeks

"I don't know what your talking about" you didn't even sound believable to your own ears at this point. You heard a bang behind you, whipping round startled by the loud noise. Renji had punched your desk in frustration, a lovely display of the fragile male ego. Idiot.

"don't lie to me YN, what aren't you telling me? Did he hurt you on that mission?"  How you wished he would just drop it. You were fine. Ichigo was fine. Grimmjow was... well, Grimmjow was an unhinged asshole, but he still had all his limbs attached, despite what the rumours were saying.

"I already told you he didn't"  you gave him a hardened look. You hated anyone calling you a lair, even if you weren't being completely forthcoming with the whole truth at this moment. There was a difference between straight out lying and holding back embarrassing information you didn't want getting around. As proved today, gossip spread like wildfire around here, and you weren't eager to be the next topic. "Please Renji, just drop it" 

"Fine". He said quietly. That was suspiciously too easy. Renji was like a dog with a bone when he had something in his head. Relentless in his pursuit for answers. He turned and walked towards the door, waving a hand over his shoulder in parting "I'll just go ask Grimmjow"

"wait!" God damn it. Renji stopped to face you, arms crossed over his chest expectantly. You crossed your own protectively, you already knew the reaction you were about to receive. With a defeated sigh, you finally let the proverbial cat out of the bag. "We slept together" 

an amusing amount of emotions passed over his face as he digested that piece of information, clearly the last thing he had expected to hear. The disgusted look that appeared on his face last and made its self comfortable immediately got you defensive. You weren't about to stand here and be judged. Sure. Grimmjow wasn't exactly your most proudest of moments, but you could've done a lot worse...have done worse. And so had Renji for that matter

"thats disgusting, YN, he's a hollow. " you knew that would be the issue. Though after spending time with Grimmjow, you didn't even see that anymore. Sure. He had a bone mask on half of his jaw and a hollow hole in his abdomen. Other than that though, he looked just like everyone else. Well, that was a lie. He looked better than most, he was handsome, in perfect physical condition. He had a dirty grin and strong hands and..what was your point again?

"I know what he is Renji. It was a mistake, a one time, things got out of hand, mistake. Everyone makes them. Even you. Or shall we go over all your sexual conquests?"  Your eyebrow raised challengingly. The one perk of Renji knowing you so well was that you knew him equally as well, including all of his less than ideal drunken fumbles with some very questionable people.

"Alright! I get it, no need to bring up that shit"  he grumbled defeated. His anger seemed to evaporate at your honesty, now that he knew for a fact he hadn't caused you any harm, he felt a whole lot less murderous. Though there was still something left unanswered "but if it was a one time thing, why was he so pissed at seeing you and Ichigo together?"

Why indeed. You haven't a clue, you were convinced Grimmjow hated the sight of you. He hadn't tried to befriend you after, nor indicate wanting to see you again. It was probably just some pathetic display of testosterone, trying to get one up over the guy he hated. "Your guess is as good as mine, we haven't spoken since we got back. I was under the impression we wouldn't be seeing each other again" 

"maybe he has feelings for you" 

"and maybe you were dropped on your head as a baby" you laugh at his absurd notion. Grimmjow having feelings, next joke. Your stomach rumbled again, reminding you that you were wasting time in your office and not satisfying your hunger. You walk over to Renji, linking your arm with his own and directed him to the door "come on, you can buy me lunch"

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Grimmjow ran until his lungs burned. He ran until his legs were shaking with exhaustion, sweat coating his skin and then he ran some more. He ran from his fears, his responsibilities. He ran from his feelings and himself. Most of all, he ran as far away from you as he could until he fell to the ground covered in sweat. Panting hard, Grimmjow rolled to his back, closing his eyes against the burning sun waiting for his chest to stop heaving. Waiting for the uneasy weight in his chest to be lifted.

Grimmjow didn't want this, wasn't ready for this. He didn't have the first clue about actually being someone's alpha. He had only ever depended on himself, was only responsible for his own survival. Now he suddenly had a woman he was bound to, someone to take care of and provide for. The thought of it had him running away, how could he go back and face the reality? How? How had he bonded with someone who couldn't bond back. Why you? You with your weak body. You with your annoying remarks, your snappy wit.

Why you with your spellbinding attraction, your soft curvy body, your intoxicating moans. Grimmjow run his fingers though his hair, squeezing hard around the sweat soaked strands. What if you didn't want to be with him, how could he keep from going insane? Already he could feel the invisible pull, urging him to go back, to get you in his sights, in his arms. The unrelenting urgency he felt to make sure you were safe. Away from the threats you were unaware of.

You didn't know of the dangers, of the hidden monsters inside of a select few. Ichigo. Those captains. So ignorant to what those beasts could do to you, what they wanted to do to you. He shouldn't have bonded, he shouldn't have scent marked you. It put an invisible target on your back that you weren't aware of. A more horrifying thought though, what if you did want him back?

For all his confidence in himself, in his strength and his abilities, he was petrified at the notion of taking care of you. He didn't know about human relationships, what was expected of him, if he could even do it. The perverted hat wearing lunatic was rambling about flowers and walks. Was he expected to train you? Exercise you? And what the fuck were the flowers for?

He saw the way the shinigami looked at him, with hatred or disgust. They feared him, didn't want him around. He could deal with that, he didn't like them either. Grimmjow wasn't stupid, if you were with him, you'd get the same hate. The thought made him feel equally guilty and enraged at that fact. You didn't deserve hate for his past. What he had done under Aizens control still wasn't forgiven, even after all he did in the last war.

Grimmjow forced himself into a sit, looking out at the grassy field he had ended up in. There were no signs of life, just wide open space, freedom. That's everything he thought he always wanted, the freedom to go where he liked, do as he pleased. Ate because he was hungry, fucked because he was horny. Answering to no one, strong enough to not depend on anyone. Here it was, rolled out before him, his own personal paradise.

Yet that all seemed so unobtainable now. Everything was within his grasp, if only he could reach out and take it. His chest was tightening with yearning, his instincts demanding he return, find you, keep away those who intend to take what was his. Fighting against his desires to be free. He stood, looking out at the lush landscape. He needed to make a decision, here and now. Go back, give into his instincts and spend the rest of his life protecting you, providing for you. Even if you denied him, he would be there, silently watching over you. Or he could run. Keep moving, explore the land, find a place to claim as his own.

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After lunch, and answering more questions than you ever would have thought Renji could come up with, you had returned to the office. Renji begrudgingly agreed to not go after Grimmjow at your request. You didn't want anymore arguing, and you certainly didn't want any more trouble landing at your doorstep. In return you had promised to tell Renji yourself if anything else happens. An easy promise to make, considering you probably wouldn't be seeing Grimmjow other than in passing, and the fact that Ichigo isn't around you all that often.

You had arrived back to the questioning of your colleagues of the reason for your lieutenants unusual visit. While they knew you two were friends, he didn't tend to abuse his position to get you alone. You fobbed them off with an excuse, he was stressed with paperwork and needed your help to catch up. You could tell they didn't believe you, but you weren't about to tell them all the truth. That your best friend was pissed that you had slept with an arrancar, who then proceeded to attack his other friend for no apparent reason.

The whole situation was absurd, you just wanted things to go back to normal. You enjoyed your life as a shinigami, took pride in your work. You loved going on missions, getting to see more of soul society than what was confined to these walls. You had friends with whom you had fun in your off time, shopping and drinking the night away. You were content. What you didn't want was some psychotic animal leaving a trail of destruction where ever you traveled. You didn't want to have to look over your shoulder every time you left your home incase said psychotic animal decided to attack the next innocent bystander you were conversing with.

Luckily the working day came to a quick end, time flying when in the company of your office mates. You had refused their offer to join them for food and drinks, instead returning home to make yourself dinner. Which was what you were currently doing, standing at your stove making a simple but delicious meal of sticky ginger pork and fluffy rice. Your home smelt heavenly, the sweet sticky sauce coating the pork you were cooking was mouthwatering. You sampled the meat, stifling a groan at the taste. It was ready.

Just as you had outed the flame a heavy knock sounded at your door. Perfect timing, you thought as you longingly glanced at your meal before making your way to your door. Another, more hurried knock sounded before you even left the kitchen, prompting you to hasten your steps. You pulled open your door partially, peaking around to investigate your insistent knocker, letting your door swing open fully at the sight of your unexpected guest.

"Grimmjow" you breathed his name. How the hell did he know where you lived? And more importantly, what was he doing here? Grimmjow looked increasingly uncomfortable, his eyes were downcast, avoiding looking at you directly. He had what appeared to be grass stains on his clothes, contrasting brilliantly against his stone coloured garb. In fact, he looked as haggard as his clothing. His hair was messily sticking out at odd angles as though he'd been dragged backwards through a hedge, or had run his fingers through it repeatedly at least "what are you..?"

"Here" Grimmjow muttered in a gruff tone, thrusting into your personal space his hand clutching too tightly around what appeared to be flowers. Wild flowers to be exact. Some of the stems were bent and more than half had missing petals. By the clumps of soil clinging to the exposed roots, it appeared Grimmjow had ripped them all from the ground himself, none to delicately. It was as sweet a gesture as it was a confusing one. Why did he get you flowers?

You took them carefully, attempting not to drop any of the poorly put together bouquet. Soil sprinkled to the ground at the change of hands, landing between you. Grimmjow avoided looking directly at you, silently cursing himself for listening to that crazy bastard. You didn't seem overjoyed, you looked baffled. If Urahara was just trying to make him look like a fool... there wasn't a place here nor the world of the living he could hide from Grimmjow's wrath.

You lent in slightly to inhale the sweet flowery aroma. Despite their appearance, they did smell beautiful. The thanks died on your tongue as Grimmjow forced himself pass you, inviting himself into your home, roughly shoving you out the way with his shoulder to make room for his large frame "please come in". You grumble quietly, closing the door to follow him. You busied yourself finding something to put the flowers in as Grimmjow scanned the area, picking up some of the ornaments you had scattered around to give the place a homely feel. He seemed particularly interested in your CD player, something you had acquired from the world of the living. While it wasn't illegal, it wasn't exactly encouraged to bring anything back.

Grimmjow looked around your den, you had so much useless crap here. The place smelt like you, everything had your scent lingering on its surface. He could smell something delicious wafting in from the kitchen, something sweet and meaty, reminding Grimmjow he hadn't eaten yet today, to busy having his world collapse around him. He felt awkward, uncomfortable here. He had gone over everything he had wanted to say on the way over here, rehearsing what he needed to tell you. Now that he was here, it all abandoned him. The urge to run away again was building.

Grimmjow wasn't a coward, and he was done running away. He was going to face his problem head on, the way any king should. He distracted himself with a strange black box he didn't know the function of. He poked it curiously, the raised circle he jabbed getting pushed down. Interesting. He discovered all the little raised circles sunk into the box when pressure was added, a lid opened when he pressed a particular one.

After placing the flowers in a long drinking glass and placing it in the centre of your table, you make your way over to Grimmjow to save your music player from his not so gentle probing. "Would you like me to turn it on?" Grimmjow ripped his hand away from the strange black box as though he hadn't just been pressing every button he could see. Distracted, he didn't hear your approach. He grunted noncommittally, careful not to show his interest.

You came to stand next to him, turning the player on and readjusting all the settings he had unknowingly messed up. Maybe music would relax him enough to spill the reason he had came. You didn't for a second think he had come over purely for your company. There had to be something he wanted. Grimmjow didn't seem the type to have friends, or want friendship for that matter. The thought made you a little sad. Everyone should have friends, experience the joy you yourself felt when in the company of those you held dear. Maybe you should try to be a little nicer to him.

Grimmjow cocked his head slightly when the box produced music. He had already experienced the different notes mixing together rhythmically. From the bars here in soul society and from Aizen himself. What you were playing though was better than what Aizen had listen to. It wasn't as sharp, didn't have those high screeching notes that made him want to rip his ears off. No this was deeper, with a low thump that made him feel his heart beat in sync with the beat.

"so, how can I help you?" You asked him, getting to the root of his surprise visit, you had an idea, as unbelievable as it may appear. Grimmjow reluctantly turned to you, swallowing harshly against the lump in his voice. Everything he had planned to say suddenly abandoned him, left him floundering with what to say. His mouth opened and closed a couple times, before growling in annoyance. You staring at him with your wide expectant eyes, head tilted adorably as you waited for him to speak. Maybe you weren't bad, as far as shinigami went. Pretty even.

"I need to tell you something" Grimmjow rushed out the sentence as you spoke your own. Over lapping with his, he almost missed it,almost "if you're here to apologise..?" 

Grimmjow stared at you, your words registering in his head. Apologise ? The fuck were you on about?

"Why the fuck would I apologise?" He snapped, getting immediately defensive. He's not even done anything yet! And he brought the bitch flowers! If that hat wearing freak told him that just to embarrass him, Grimmjow was going to kill him

"for this morning? Attacking Ichigo for no reason and shoving me to the ground in the process?" What the fuck. Grimmjows chest burned with unrestrained rage. Ichigo? ICHIGO?! That bastards name on your tongue had him seeing red. He was not about to loose you to him, no fucking way. Over Grimmjow's dead body. Grimmjow's arm snapped forward with an explosion of aggression, fist slamming into the wall between you. The plaster cracked and splintered around the gaping hole now left in your wall, dust billowing out around his shaking fist. The floor was littered with stone and plaster, along with your dresser and ornaments. His chest was heaving, pupils narrowed into slits as he glared at you

"Grimmjow!" It was one thing for the brute to invite himself into your home, it was another to punch a hole through your damn wall! Your own anger bubbled up, releasing in the form of a harsh shove against the mad man's chest "what the fuck is wrong with you! First Ichigo, now my wall, you." Your sentence ended with an abrupt squeal when Grimmjow growled, pinning you against the wall. Your wrists were trapped above your head, secure in his unbreakable hold. His large body pressed against yours, keeping you in place as his ragged breathing ghosted over your face.

You matched his energy, chest heaving with anger, shock, a little arousal... you tugged on your arms, testing the strength he used to hold you. You wouldn't be breaking free of him easily. You gave him your most serious glare, jutting your chin up defiantly. "Let me go asshole"

"That's the last time you are going to speak his name". Grimmjow growled warningly, low, deadly, inches from your face. "He can't have you" he barked, spitting with the ferocity he used to expel the words. His fingers tightened on your wrists, large hand easily wrapping around them both. His other took hold of your hip, pushing you further into his body. "You're mine"

"You don't own me Grimmjow, I can speak to whomever I decide" How had he even gotten it into his head that Ichigo wanted you? It was preposterous, absurd to even think that. Not only was Ichigo a child in comparison to you , he was also very happy with one Inoue Orihime. You didn't even know each other that well, spent hardly any time together, especially when not in the company of mutual friends. You weren't about to be dictated to, about who you could speak to. Not by Grimmjow, not by anyone.

"You are mine."  Grimmjow didn't even seem to hear you, intent on having is own moronic one sided conversation. His head dipped into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply "my scent, my mark" you felt his tongue swipe up the side of your neck, nipping harshly just below your ear. You shuddered involuntarily, his hot breath cooling the wet stripe he had left sending a jolt of apprehension through you.

"He can't protect you like I can.." the seductive purr laced with malice whispering in your ear, thick with prideful certainty. His hand left your hip, pushing between your bodies to cup your hidden pussy, heel of his palm roughly grinding over your mound possessively, staking his claim. "Can't satisfy you like I can.."

Your body betrayed you, reacting favourably to his rough treatment. You felt heat pool between your legs, nipples hardening under your uniform. Your breasts heaved with every breath, no longer fulled by anger but arousal. The way he so easily dominated you, held you prisoner against his rock hard body, ignited your erogenous zone to life with his attention. All easily breaking your resolve, knees shaking with adrenaline, you struggled to remember why you were so adamant of not sleeping with him again.

"Grimmjow"  your voice was soft, pleading. When he pulled back to look you in your eyes, the shocking blue darkening with possessive desire, you surged forward with desperate haste, slamming your lips together with his in a hungry kiss. Grimmjow jerked back his head, confused by your actions. The fuck was that? A weak attempt of a head butt? His tongue swiped over his bottom lip, tasting your lingering sweet taste. His eye brows were furrowed, trying to decipher if you were trying to fight him or what?

You understood quickly, somehow you've become attuned to Grimmjow, understanding him more with each interaction. Not letting that conclusion deter you from what you were attempting to take. Grimmjow had probably never kissed anyone before, not as a hollow at least, not in the way you were used to . You had to speak his language, interact the way he knows. Grimmjow lived by a different set of rules and customs, you couldn't expect him to automatically know everything you did. Carefully you leaned in, arms straining against his hold, refusing to let you go. He held still, anticipating your next move, yet allowing you the freedom to try.

You nudged his jaw with your nose, softly, cautiously, before placing a small kiss there. You licked your way up his cheek, wetting the corner of his slightly parted lips. You each held still, breath mingling between you, heating the atmosphere surrounding you. Feeling safe that he wasn't about to bite, you lick your way across his lips, showing, explaining with actions. Pressing your lips firmly against his own. His language mixing with your own.

Luckily, Grimmjow was a quick learner. With lightening fast reflexes, reminiscent of his feline heritage, Grimmjow released your arms, wrapping his own around your thighs and throwing you up the wall, pinning you there with his hips. You wrap your arms around his thick neck, holding him as close to you as possible. Your back slammed into the cool wall behind you, Grimmjow grinding himself into your core as he brutally slammed his lips to yours.

There was nothing sensual or romantic in the way Grimmjow kissed you. It was brutal, and savage, ravishing your mouth with the intent to take. To claim. And you were all too willing to surrender. His bit at your bruising bottom lip with a sharp nip, taste of blood staining your mouth. He hungrily lapped over the swelling ache, catching the droplets of blood on his tongue before forcing it into your mouth. His fingers digged in painfully to your thighs keeping you in position as he earnestly thrust his hips, pressing his rapidly inflating cock against your pussy.

Your hips bucked erratically, searching for the stimulation, moaning into his mouth when you found it. Grimmjows tongue invaded your mouth, lavishly lapping at your tongue, tasting every inch of your mouth. It was messy and dirty, and so incredibly erotic. Fingers intertwining with his hair tightened, you tugged his head back, satisfied with a groan rumbling in his throat. You saw his eyes roll to the back of his head before his lids closed, surprisingly turned on by your own rough treatment.

You licked up his straining neck, his Adam's apple protruding nicely under the taunt skin. You graze your teeth over his skin, teasingly feigning your own bite when Grimmjow growled, snapping his darkened eyes to yours. Effortlessly he pulled you from the wall, carrying you blindly to your dining room table. With a rough swipe of his hand he sent the candles and placemats tumbling across your floor with heavy thuds, ripping the chair out of his way and letting it clatter to the floor noisily, so to easily spread your legs and claim his rightful place between them.

Grimmjow drank you in, the sight of you laid out beneath him, fire passionately burning in your eyes as you await his touch. The smell of your arousal flooding the room, the ghostly remnants of your tongue burning the side of his neck. He had gotten so swept away in his sudden rage, blinding lust that he almost forgotten why he had come here. For the first time since he was made aware of his bonding, he felt a spike of eagerness. Is this how it could be? Could you happily be mated to him, live your life under his protection, willingly spend your nights under him?

Grimmjow's libido was suddenly dowsed by the frigid, ice cold slap of uncertainty. Realisation dawning on him that he actually wanted this. Wanted you, by his side. A wave of nausea rippled through him at the thought. It was too much, too foreign, too new. His mouth dried suddenly, tongue feeling too large in his mouth as he watched you staring quizzically back at him with half hooded eyes.

Getting impatient your hands reached for him, tugging at his open top, attempting to shift him into motion. Grimmjow halted you with a grip on your wrist, he had to tell you before it got to far, had to explain before he got to immersed into the possibilities. "I won't be able to stop.." he voiced his discovery. If he had you again, now, he would always want you, wouldn't be able to let you go. If you refused his advances... he didn't know what he would be capable of.

You rolled your hips invitingly, brushing over his straining cock, deflating in its confines. You didn't understand the warning, you wanted this, wanted him inside you. "I know, just.. come on"you try to placate him, attempting to tug your hand away from his grasp to continue what had been started

"No, you don't understand " Grimmjow took hold of your other wandering hand, pinning them both at your sides as he leaned over you, needing to see your face when he told you the truth, understand the emotions on your face "you're not listening" 

"Grimmjow?.."you asked concerned at the sudden change. Where was the passion, the animalistic urgency you had come to associate with him? He looked worried, vulnerable, not something you had ever seen on his face. Your body relaxed, sexual tension snapping immediately. "What's wrong?" 

His hands gently squeezed around your wrists, tongue poking out to wet his suddenly dry lips. His chest heaved deeply, gathering all the courage he needed to speak the words "I.."

his head whipped around suddenly to the door, raspy protective growl vibrating in his chest. Before you had the chance to ask, a knock echoed through your home, alerting you to the presence outside that Grimmjow was already aware of.

"Damn" you sat up easily, Grimmjow stepping away from you. He almost looked relieved at the interruption, though his eyes never left your own. Another knock had you shifting the the edge of the table, easily sliding to your feet. "I'll go get rid of them.." you promised, touching his chest lightly as you passed "then we'll talk" 

You left Grimmjow in your living room, adjusting your uniform as you made it to the door. "Nezuko" You feigned shocked happiness as your neighbour stood awkwardly at your door, attempting to peer past you into your home "what can I do for you?"

"I heard banging, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay?" She asked you quietly, as though there was some foe hidden in your apartment listening in to your conversation. She was a sweet woman, if a little skittish. You smile warmly at her concern, hushing her worries

"Im fine, was just moving some furniture. I apologise for the noise"  a rush of relief washed over her face before offering you a sheepish smile. You ended the exchange as quickly as you could without being rude, promising a shopping trip in the near future, before closing the door and rushing back to where you left Grimmjow.

The space was empty, no sign of the whirlwind that had messed up your living space. "Grimmjow?" Your call echoed through your home, being met with silence. Carefully avoiding the mess on the floor, you sweep your home. Bathroom and office coming up empty you enter your bedroom, only to be met with the sight of your bedroom window open wide, curtains fluttering in the breeze forcing its way into the room.

[ficticiousdelicious]

❄️ [Rukia] "Remember that one time I got healed and told you not to look so grim after Sexta Six-Pack stabbed me in the gut with his hand?"

🧡 [Ichigo] "That is oddly specifi- Wait."

❄️ [Rukia] :3

🧡 [Ichigo] "That- THAT WAS A PUN?!"

❄️ [Rukia] "I am so sorry."

🧡 [Ichigo] "I...I DON'T BELIEVE YOU."

💙 [Grimmjow] *laughing, that was savage*

❄️ [Rukia] "Hey. I'm sorry about the ice. Are we cool?"

💙 [Grimmjow] "...really?"

❄️ [Rukia] "Could you help me figure out a punchline?"

💙 [Grimmjow] "...I wish I'd killed you."

❄️ [Rukia] :3c

🧡 [Ichigo] *having a crisis in a corner*