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“I would love your help, but I don’t deserve it,” he answered, shifting to just encompass Ichigo as if to protect him, warm and safe. He didn’t want anything to happen to his lover, his boy. No, not when the world was so unfair.

Not when even the shinigami were untruthful. 

“Besides, you think I can’t handle it?” he joked, his tone lightening as he grinned in that cheesy way of his, “Hm, Ichigo, I’m hurt~ Heh.”

“Mm, sorry I was gone so long,” he replied honestly, his own arms reaching to wrap around Ichigo in a full, warm and leather scented hug. He turned his head a little to nuzzle Ichigo’s hair, and gave a squeeze.

“Had a few things to do. Things that you don’t deserve to be pulled into.”

Ichigo had enough to deal with, enough to fight, enough to lose. He didn’t need Ginjo’s troubles too.

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“Mm, sorry I was gone so long,” he replied honestly, his own arms reaching to wrap around Ichigo in a full, warm and leather scented hug. He turned his head a little to nuzzle Ichigo’s hair, and gave a squeeze.

“Had a few things to do. Things that you don’t deserve to be pulled into.”

Ichigo had enough to deal with, enough to fight, enough to lose. He didn’t need Ginjo’s troubles too.

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“Ah, these too. Been busy, Ichigo?” Ginjo smirked, hand coming to rest at his hip.

He waved a hand, and hissed. "Shut up you. Of course I've been busy. Bored outta my mind when you decide to go on your bike and leave me behind." He pouted and crossed his arms.

"I have a computer and time. But now that you're back, I don't have to make funny, I can have the real thing." Leaning into Ginjo, Ichigo wrapped his arms around his lover.

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“Ah, these too. Been busy, Ichigo?” Ginjo smirked, hand coming to rest at his hip.

[ IchiGinjo Incorrect Quotes pt2 ]

ft. @we-are--the-hearts ; kugo ginjo

using [this generator]

sfw off

Ichigo: As top in this relationship, I think we should-

Ginjo: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

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Ginjo: What are you in the mood for?

Ichigo: World domination.

Ginjo: That's a bit ambitious.

Ichigo: You are my world.

Ginjo: Aww…

Ichigo: . . .

Ginjo: OH.

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Ginjo: Ichigo, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Ichigo, naked in Ginjo's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Ginjo, already taking off their clothes: Fuck… Me neither.

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“Hm, yes, these sound like us,” Kugo nodded.

[ IchiGinjo Incorrect Quotes ]

ft. @we-are--the-hearts ; kugo ginjo using [this generator]

Ichigo: Kugo, you're an asshole, man. Ginjo: You are what you eat Ichigo.

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Ginjo: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt. Ichigo: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

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Ichigo: Relationships should be 50/50. Ginjo cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

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Ichigo I got us matching friendship bracelets, and you say I don't care about our relationship. Ginjo: These are handcuffs. Ichigo: Yeah, 'cause we're partners in crime!

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Ginjo: Bro, I had a dream we fucked. Ichigo: Bro, relax it was just a dream. Ginjo: Huh, gay, I wouldn’t fuck you. Ichigo: You wouldn’t? Ginjo: I mean, unless you want to-

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Down in the depths of the pit in which he’d been thrown and chained, Kokuto felt a presence far above him and slowly, he lifted his head, long white hair brushing his cheeks, chains shifting and clinking against each other. He hummed quietly, curious, for it seemed that a new arrival had just been cast into Hell and what was more, was that he was strong.

Not as strong as Ichigo, but plenty strong.

Strong… and angry, wrathful with a sharp wit and a temper that was quick to draw blood. Interesting.

With a roll of his shoulders, the chains shifting and chiming almost like bells, the sinner got ready to rise from his confinement, chains or no chains.

He had to go see this.

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Above, Tokinada Tsunayashiro choked on black sand, hacking and coughing, and he was livid, wild eyed and barred teeth. He had clearly lost his cool and noble bearing, although most would after being sent to Hell. Seemed his past actions had finally caught up with him and it was quite a list.

His plans, all his power, Hikone, it had all been for not. Tokinada had thought he was untouchable, a promised ruler of the realms, but death was not bias. It killed without discrimination and Hell claimed souls without judge or jury.

He was still conscious, still existed, but he was trapped, a manacle around his noble throat and two around his wrists, chains leading from them. Raging, he drew his zanpakuto and attempted to break his shackles, adding his reiatsu to his cause, but of course the chains did not come undone. They didn’t even bend or chip and Tokinada snarled, panting.

Damn it! Damn it to Hell!

Tokinada paused to catch his breath, and even that angered him; that he could be winded so easily. It disgusted him and this realm, this place, the hatred and agony was thick here, like oil on his skin; just ready for a match to set them all alight.

Then he heard the footsteps upon the sand and sharply looked up, highly annoyed at having been caught looking so pathetic, quite willing to kill the spy. He readied his sword, grip tight upon the hilt.

Kokuto crossed the sand with calm, precise steps, his black blade resting against his shoulder, and he came to stand in front of Tokinada, the sinner raising an eyebrow at the panting, raving man before him. Tall, square shoulders, soft blond hair that was currently a mess, and those eyes… golden, hard and as hot as a brand. They burned with hatred, with disgust, with the deepest contempt, and Kokuto smiled, smoothly.

The sinner swung his dark hooked sword easily from his shoulder, pointing it towards the other almost casually, and Tokinada’s eyes caught fire! How dare that disgusting nobody challenge him! He would kill him and spread his remains across this blasted desert!

The newly condemned had no words, he simply snarled, his hatred overtaking him and Tokinada rushed forward in a burst of black sand towards Kokuto, his zanpakuto at the ready. He wanted to see the sinner’s blood and Kokuto saw him coming and… laughed, his smile sharp.

Yes, yes, that beautiful, prefect anger, that crisp hatred. They needed that to survive and this one had it in spades. Wonderful.

So they danced across the black sinner sand, blades clashing, metal on metal and sending sparks flying when they touched. Kokuto was faster and more powerful, but he was not going in for the kill; he wanted to see what Tokinada could do, push him to his limit and past it. So he twisted out of the way, blocking and evading with only a bit of effort, almost lazily, and it was clear that he was aggravating Tokinada even more.

Good, keep coming! Harder, faster! Let your hatred consume you!

To be so powerful, so on top of the world, only to have it all stripped away and shackled…. The loss was maddening, and thus the shinigami continued to pursue Kokuto, wanting to ease himself a little with the sadistic pleasure of pinning the sinner and torturing him to death.

His anger pushed him hard, but he was still winded from before, still so new to Hell and weaker because of it. He would be better refreshed, if you could be such a thing in this place, and it wasn’t long before Kokuto decided to end their fight, violet eye narrowed slightly.

The sinner twisted his arm and swept out one of his chains, both a shackle and a weapon, and the unseen chain swept under one of Tokinada’s legs and wrapped around his ankle, only seen once it cut into the other’s leg. Tokinada flinched, attempted to step back, eyes widening in surprise, and then Kokuto yanked sharply on the chain and Tokinada’s foot came out from under him, tossing him onto his back. He attempted to get up, shunpo away, but he was to stunned and to tired, he wasn’t fast enough.

The black blade and Kokuto were instantly above him and… the devilish smile on the sinner’s face was anything but sane and then the sword came down swiftly and pierced Tokinada harshly through the center of his chest, pinned the shinigami to the sand. He screamed, his throat raw, the pain horrid and tearing, but still Tokinada swore and fought and spat, hair in his face and trying to fight his way up to the sinner to tear him asunder.

He was like an angry cat; an elegant, enraged, hissing fluff ball.

Kokuto snickered and stepped on the other’s throat above his shackle, pressed down, hard and slow, to stop that screaming, silence the newcomer. Tokinada choked, forced into silence. He could barely breathe and he couldn’t…get Kokuto off of him!

“Shhh,” the sinner hissed, his smile cruel and full, “That’s enough. You put up quite a fight, so you’ve won a reprieve.”

Reprieve?! For him?! From this bastard? Sure, Kokuto was strong, he had bested Tokinada, leaving the other panting and pained and run through in the sand but that didn’t mean the shinigami had to like it. Tokinada grit his teeth.

“Peasant!” he spat angrily, choked out, “How dare you… speak to me like that! I will gut… you and spread your…. entrails… across the sand… for you insolence! I-”

Kokuto hummed and a slight twist of his blade silenced those insults from the other man’s lips, Tokinada screaming in pain, flushed with a sheen of sweat across his skin, and god that hurt!

“Now, now, don’t get fussy,” the sinner almost cooed, “I missed your vitals on purpose, but that’s easy to remedy. Might break a rib or two as well, hm?”

His tone was so calm and casual but so damn sadistic, it made Tokinada feel a flash of fear. He had no doubt that this man would have no qualms about killing him. He might have even enjoyed it. It was the type of man Kokuto was.

The sword had entered to the left side of the shinigami’s breast bone, between his fifth and sixth rib. It had barely missed his organs but if Kokuto wanted to, he could twist his blade enough to not only spread and crack two of Tokinada’s ribs, but also pop a lung and do other fatal damage.

Tokinada was proud, and angry and bitter, but he wasn’t a fool and he didn’t want to die. So it was with deep loathing that he quieted, stopped fighting.

“…Who…are you?…What do you… want?” Tokinada groaned, laying on the ground and trying not to breath to deeply, less the blade nick his lung as it expanded for air.

A heartbeat, two, and Kokuto smiled; jagged and dripping with hate and insanity.

“Easy,” he purred, “I need your hatred.”

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Sometimes you embrace anger, because it's warm, when all around you turns cold.

Laura Purcell, from The Corset

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He chuckled lightly, leaning in to nuzzle Ichigo’s cheek when the younger man looked away. Kokuto didn’t know exactly when he had fallen for Ichigo, but it had happened swifter then he’d imagined.

It was one of the reasons why he hadn’t thrown his sword back then; why Yuzu was safe at home and Ichigo was here. With him.

“Hm, you’re to kind,” he whispered into his lover’s ear.

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“Just enjoying the sight of you,” he half purred, smiling as he shifted them both around a bit so they were comfortable. His one arm went around Ichigo’s lower back while his other hand lifted to brush the shinigami’s soft hair behind his ear tenderly.

“You look so focused, it’s hard not to be tempted,” Kokuto continued, smirking lightly.

He blushed more and looked away from Kokuto. “S-stop it, you’re embarrassing.” The hand around his back made him arch a little, and he leaned into the touch.

“Well, I want to keep my promise. We can’t stay here ( in Hell ) forever, and I’m not leaving you alone.”

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“Just enjoying the sight of you,” he half purred, smiling as he shifted them both around a bit so they were comfortable. His one arm went around Ichigo’s lower back while his other hand lifted to brush the shinigami’s soft hair behind his ear tenderly.

“You look so focused, it’s hard not to be tempted,” Kokuto continued, smirking lightly.

(( UNPROMPTED -- @we-are--the-hearts said: [ The sinner was sitting, allowing Ichigo to look over his black chains. Ichigo had promised to save him and Kokuto knew that the shinigami wouldn't stop until he had found a way. He was clever, brave, strong and stubborn like that. So Kokuko watched the young man, feeling a bit warm and at ease for once, and he reached forward to take hold of the shinigami's arm, tugging him smoothly into the sinner's waiting lap. His. ]

Brow furrowed, Ichigo was determined to find a way to break Kokuto out of his chains. He had promised to help, and he didn't go back on a promise. Passing them through his hands, looking each and every link over his eyes caught the texture and different nuances of each and every part of the chains.

He didn't even notice Kokuto grabbing his arm, and he made a "woah!" noise as he was pulled into his lap. He was confused and felt his tanned face flush red as he stared at Kokuto. "Do you want something?"

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A step in the sand, two, his black blade perfectly balanced as he sparred alone. With his long form, smooth steps and the chains that moved with him, Kokuto almost appeared to be dancing. 

 A power, deadly dance.

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@desuetmort​ from here

“Hm, is that so?” he commented, and he noted how frustrated she was. He could certainly relate. So he leaned back against the rock face he was sitting against.

“Well, in that case your best chance is to either break open the gates to hell, hope you friends will come get you... or make a deal with me. I can get you out, long as not to much time has passed.”

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@luckymadarame​ from here

“Hm, you know me, so of course you’re lucky,” Yumichika commented, shifting a bit to rub his head against Ikkaku’s shoulder. His hair fell like a silky curtain over the side of his face.

“You’re so reckless though. You know what will happen if you die, don’t you?”

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His arms folded around the young man after they had both fallen to the ground, his embrace a bit tight but incredibly warm. He felt like he wanted to just curl into himself, bury his face against Ichigo’s shoulder and never come out.

“I don’t... I don’t want to be alone anymore,” he said between gritted teeth, “I don’t want to suffer. I didn’t... They deserved what they did- my sister was so innocent and they-...Don’t let me go... please.”

@opscurus

Kokuto’s dark hooked blade should of be speared into Ichigo’s chest by now, dragging the young shinigami into a well of hatred and malice that would end in the sinner’s freedom.

However, Kokuto hadn’t moved, his eyes averted to the side as his arm shook.

Ichigo had…. Ichigo had promised him that he would be free and…

Kokuto was terrified, desperate and maddeningly impatient after so long but he… he couldn’t do that to Ichigo. For within their travels,  every step they took together, every battle they fought side by side, lead the sinner closer to yearning.

I want to be free; to walk besides you. I want to be free; to be part of your happiness. I want to be free, so I can see you smile.

His sword dropped to the ground with a clang.

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To be honest, Ginjo had changed his mind back then. 

He’d wanted his revenge on the shinigami, wanted to make them pay for his mother and father’s deaths, of taking away his birthright and leaving him and a young Tsukishima to die. The Central 46 had tried to spin it all and say that he’d attacked and stole the other shinigami’s powers, but he’d only done it because they had attacked him first.

In typical Central 46 manner, they had decided that his potential made him dangerous to them, even when he was loyal.

Back then, as the rain poured down and Ichigo sat in the dirt, he had looked down at Ichigo and seen himself. 

So now, as he caressed the young man’s cheek, Ginjo smirked gently and leaned in to press a kiss to Ichigo’s lips.

“Mm, I missed you,” he hummed.

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“No problem,” he replied smoothly, his smile gentle as he reached to run his hand through Ichigo’s hair to help sooth him. He chuckled, his tone soft and deep.

“Really, I didn’t know seeing me would make you forget you can fly now. Your fullbringer powers didn’t just evaporate, you know.”

No, Ichigo should of been stronger then ever now, for if Ginjo had done one thing right; it was to help Ichigo face the challenges ahead (even in a bit of a round about way).

◢✥◣  “Oh yeah… Huh, guess I forgot.” It was silly of Ichigo to forget about his powers after he had used them to save everyone from Tsukishima. The rub to his head made him hum happily, setting his grip less tight on Ginjo’s arms.

◢✥◣  Though Ginjo had sure helped Ichigo develop his Fullbring by trying to wipe him out and take said powers, he was changed thanks to Ichigo and his friends. The orange haired man couldn’t be happier about it because he hand Ginjo had been together for nearly a year since.

◢✥◣  Leaning up his hand touched Ginjo’s cheek and thought about getting out of his arms, but felt like staying there a while. His face flushed as he looked at the other. “I deserve a kiss for you catching me like that.”

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“Hm, I forgot how naughty you are,” Kugo chuckled, his voice velvet and deep as he took special care to tease Ichigo until the soul reaper was begging for it. It felt good to have him back in his arms, so warm and familiar.

The fullbringer leaned slightly to the side to capture Ichigo’s lips in a hot, savory kiss, and he ground back against the younger man’s bottom, letting him feel just how pleased he was.

“Soon, soon,” he promised with a warm purr, reaching to ease down his lover’s pants to prepare him, “It’s been a long time and I don’t want to hurt you, Ichigo.”

(( @we-are--the-hearts said: [ ❝ I love teasing you. ❞ - Kugo Ginjo ]

SMUT & NSFW PROMPTS // accepting

◢✥◣ Biting back a groan, he was at the other man's mercy, body shivering half naked as Ginjo did things, teasing his body till Ichigo was a complete mess, begging to do more, move things along. Tears in his eyes as Ginjo cupped his crotch and rubbed a little more Ichigo's hands wrapped around that strong neck from behind, rubbing his ass upon Ginjo's crotch, he was as worked up, but enjoying teasing. "S-stop it, I want to feel you, your warmth..."

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“No problem,” he replied smoothly, his smile gentle as he reached to run his hand through Ichigo’s hair to help sooth him. He chuckled, his tone soft and deep.

“Really, I didn’t know seeing me would make you forget you can fly now. Your fullbringer powers didn’t just evaporate, you know.”

No, Ichigo should of been stronger then ever now, for if Ginjo had done one thing right; it was to help Ichigo face the challenges ahead (even in a bit of a round about way).

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To be honest, Kugo expected to see Ichigo at his house, perhaps sticking out his head from the window to yell at him or such. What he did not expect was for the rest of Ichigo to follow that head!

Ginjo was glad he’d put his kickstand down because he was hoping off his bike to catch the young man as he flew towards him. The fullbringer caught Ichigo in his arms, warm and full, and held him close.

“Hey, didn’t think you’d be so happy to see me,” he said, smiling lightly.

◢✥◣ He hadn’t really expected gravity to be a bitch and nearly kill him in the process, but flailing limbs and a scared look on his face was what Ginjou caught in his coat covered arms, and Ichigo’s stupid heart beat like a scared rabbit.

◢✥◣  His hands shot to clutch Ginjo’s arms in the deathgrip, shaking his head and looking around to make sure, yes he was alive. His joy to see Ginjo after so long trumped any fear he had about the fall. “I guess I was a little in over my head there.” He chuckled nervously, still trembling a bit in Ginjo’s arms. “Thanks for catchin’ me.” 

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To be honest, Kugo expected to see Ichigo at his house, perhaps sticking out his head from the window to yell at him or such. What he did not expect was for the rest of Ichigo to follow that head!

Ginjo was glad he’d put his kickstand down because he was hoping off his bike to catch the young man as he flew towards him. The fullbringer caught Ichigo in his arms, warm and full, and held him close.

“Hey, didn’t think you’d be so happy to see me,” he said, smiling lightly.

@opscurus​

Ginjo decides to swing by, wondering if Ichigo remembered him. It had been a few years so perhaps….

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Senjumaru came home!