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sashi-ya · 10 months

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東京 NIGHTS mini event

𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑷𝑺ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ichigo kurosaki x f! reader

⤹˚ synopsis. adult! ichigo takes you to a winter date to the tokyo tower, climb the steps by his hand, let him guide you the sky.

requested by: @cofeedaifuku ➡ Hello! It has been a really long time since I last requested, so I’m a little shy, but knowing that you are the one that is going to receive it calms me down. Can I request Adult! Ichigo with the prompt to see the tokyo tower at night? Nsfw, female reader she/her, (I’m really bad with requests so I don’t know if I should describe the details of the ask, but in any case, something like Ichigo just loves his s/o so much and he just looks at her and completely loses control. Please ignore this if it is not the case.) tw: MDNI. slight nsfw. adult! ichigo. masturbation through the clothes. wc: 1.7k masterlist

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤHis hand feels warm, powerful too. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤYour hand, in his, feels tiny… protected.

“Can you make some time for me?” that’s how he asked; Ichigo had red apples for cheeks when he did. Your eyes shined like five-point stars; you waited for him to ask you out since forever…

Through the cold streets of Tokyo, the frosting sound beneath your feet sound like cracking. The trees, all of them decorated with silver fairy lights. A gleaming spectacle to the eyes, contrasting with the visible glooming cold of December.

Christmas is right around the corner; the streets are busier than ever. People carry big bags with gifts during a Saturday night, but both of you aren’t buying stuff.

“Have you ever been to the Tokyo tower during winter?” Ichigo asks, stuttering. For some reason, he can be a totally different man when it comes to be all alone with you.

“I never been there during the winter season! I am excited to see the lights!” you chime, so happy your heart could jump out of your chest. Spending time alone with him feels like a dream come true.

Ichigo smiles softly, his eyes flutter to the ground in sign of happiness but still total shyness. “I am glad I chose a good spot, then” he murmurs, scratching the back of his head.

You nod, with a lovely beam. You wish to tell him any spot with him would be perfect, but what if it’s too much? What if it’s not proper?

As you wait for the light street to turn to green, he fidgets with his fingers. His eyes are fixed on your hanging hand, the ginger man is dying to hold it.

You notice, and internally giggle. You help him, letting your sleeve slightly go up. There is no point on acting more shy than him.

Soon enough -or at least right when the red light turns to green- Ichigo snatches your hand. It’s not delicate, it is clumsy but definitely dominant, the way he grabs you and pulls you through the crowd.

Your eyes shine brightly with the lights all around, and the wind plays with your hair looking like the typical shoujo scenes.

Your sight wanders and lands on the freckled cheeks of the strawberry boy; a little blush garnishes his skin, but he has that look of fearless man you know too well. He has decided to stop being shy, to finally get what he came to gain.

A few more steps and your eyes get blessed by the imponent look of the Tokyo Tower in front of you. The red metallic pieces now shine lights of different silver shades. And as you look up, a halo of cold mist surrounds its upper levels.

“Beautiful” you murmur, causing in Ichigo to gasp and look right into your eyes.

“You… you are…” he mumbles, immediately looking away with long orange lashes that cast beautiful shadows over his galaxy cheeks.

You bite your lower lip with a smile, how cute…

“Let’s hurry up, or we aren’t gonna be able to get there before it closes” he tells you, pulling you softly towards the entrance where a man kindly scans the Qr codes from different tickets. You nod and follow him, never once letting you go from your hand.

Once inside, while most of the people decide to take the elevator, both of you chose to climb the 600 steps of the outside stairs. It’s a lot more magical to see the lights of the city as you go up, even if the cold air may seem painful to your lungs. But you don’t care, and neither does he.

You follow him, with the sound of your feet hitting the metallic steps and the heart pumping as hard as them. The more you climb, the more beautiful the city looks beneath your feet.

Ichigo turns around to look at you from time to time, and he is smiling preciously. A beam that he rarely has on his face, but that is big enough to make his brown eyes squint.

The first checkpoint gets cleared, 200 steps in. Then the second one, this time with a little more difficulty. 400 steps, laughing and almost running are a lot more than what your body is used to. However, you want to keep going, but you definitely need to catch some air first.

“Wai-wait Ichigo” you giggle, taking some deep breath of humid cold air through your mouth.

“Oh… sorry, I- I didn’t mean to make you run that much- I…” he excuses himself, watching you with guilty puppy eyes.

You simply laugh. It is more than okay. If you wanna keep up with him, you need to train. He is an amazing substitute Shinigami, and not only that but the stronger ever made; the least you can do is to be able to climb some steps fast enough to catch up with him.

“No worries Kurosaki-kun. I just needed a little bit of air; let’s go” you rush to keep climbing, even if you are clearly not recuperated still. Your head is a little bit dizzy, your legs a little weak.

You try to walk towards him, but you feel like everything around turns dark for some seconds. And Ichigo notices right away.

“(Name)? are you ok?” he urges you for an answer while his arms surround your tired body with his protective embrace.

You would lie if you said you were feeling bad; after all Ichigo is now hugging you. Nothing could go wrong.

“I am fine… I just got a little lightheaded” you whisper, looking up at him. Your nose barely grazing the sharp jaw of the Shinigami. Looking how his Adam’s apple move as he swallows in clear sign of nervousness.

And even if you wanted to move away from his arms, you couldn’t as he kept pulling you closer, tightly against his chest.

The scent of his soft perfume mixed with the one his winter skin has, reminds you how much you desire him. You want him, you want to praise him, and you also want his lips against your lips.

“Please, rest for some minutes more…” he mumbles, this time delicately pushing your head towards his chest. “You need to breathe calmly…” he continues, enjoying perhaps a lot more than he should the closeness of your skin against his.

You don’t dare to argue; you don’t want to. You just want for him to hug you so eternally, and even after too. You nod, nuzzled in the little crook that his prominent collar bones form in the middle of his chest. The little patch of visible skin in between his scarf and white big coat, is all you need to rest assure for the rest of your life.

His hand slowly goes down to the small of your back; his touch is not indecent, it is caring and loving and despite that, the sexual tension in between both of you is undeniable.

You place your ear on his chest, letting yourself go with the song of his beating heart… allowing yours to beat in perfect synchronicity with it. Your eyes open, and they get filled by the view of a city that never seems to sleep, with neon lights flashing all over long, long streets.

Ichigo does the same, both look through the metallic red protective net for some minutes until a little white fluff falling from the sky catches your attention.

“It’s snowing…” you whisper, snaking your arms around his waist. “How beautiful, it is the first one this year”

“Yes…” Ichigo sighs, with trembling voice and reiatsu growing stronger inside the very core of his body. He is gaining strength, or perhaps thinking carefully about his next actions… what he is about to do, might change the destiny of both.

You know it too; when it’s right, you just know…

“Ichigo, I…” you murmur, looking up at him with your eyes plastered on his lips. Giving him the permission to kiss you once, and as many times as he want.

With the same hand he wields his zanpakuto to protect, he now grabs your chin and rather desperately kisses your lips. When your mouths crash against the other, both let some air scape your lungs, living off each other’s souls. More and more, deepening the kiss, melting into one.

The light show of the tower, the last of tonight, begins. Nobody seems to notice you two, neither you notice the lasers blinking through the heavy atmosphere of cold and snowflakes falling.

His hands, this time pooling in the small of your back in concupiscent intention, pulls you closer than ever before. You notice how much of a man he has become; grown up to be stronger and also to be sexier, mature, extremely attractive.

Your belly, feeling the hardness growing in between Ichigo’s winter clothes. Your legs, quivering as his tongue plays with yours in wet, lustful kiss.

The loud songs coming from inside, accompanying the light spectacle, letting your moans to be unheard by the rest as his hands slips so needy in between your tights from under your flannel skirt.

Ichigo’s fingertips get wet, as they rub against your stockings. You shiver and jolt, as he presses right in the spot. The graze of the tights and panties on your clit makes you whine louder into his mouth. A moan he eats so pleased, so hectically.

“I-Ichigo… I….” you stutter, so close to the very first climax of the night… just by the simple touch of his hands with your clothes still on.

“I know… I know… I am sorry, I couldn’t stop myself no more…” he sighs, kissing your forehead but never stopping the circular motions on your core. “I just love you so damn much, (Name)…” he finally confesses, breathing your last moan before you could melt right there, into a mess of sexual desire unleashed and pleased.

“I… I am… Ichigo…” “I know, let’s go back to the hotel… I wouldn’t like you catching a cold, we can come back tomorrow…It was a good idea to come all the way from Karakura town to Tokyo with you 💖~”

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brittscafe · 1 year

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Hello, tomorrow is Ichigo's birthday, so can you give us an occasional ichigo x reader with a grumpy ichigo not wanting to celebrate his birthday hehe 🎈🍰

ahhh of course! It's my husband's birthday <3 <3

July 15th was a very special day. It's your boyfriend's birthday, but he despises it. He doesn't like to celebrate himself and speaks openly about his view on it.

You rush into your shared apartment, bags hung off of your shoulders and a large birthday cake in your hands. Ichigo lifts up his head from his spot on the couch and he lets out a deep sigh.

"Y/N, what have I told you about my birthday?" Ichigo comments as you rush over to the living room, placing the cake down on the table.

Ichigo's eyes rake over the large cake as you start to set down the bags on the table.

"Ugh, I know, I know. But the lady at the store got me a good deal on this cake," you explain, happiness shooting through your veins like a drug.

"Oh really?" Ichigo huffs out, cocking an eyebrow. You nod your head rapidly and pull out the red candles.

"Yes! I swear," you giggle out. You stick the candles into the frosting of the cake and Ichigo gazes up at you.

"There's apparently a deal every year on a cake when its my birthday," Ichigo crosses his arms over his chest, a smug grin forming on his face.

You shrug your shoulders and chuckle quietly. "The lady at the store just knows," you explain, placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

You take out the lighter and start to light up the candles. You watch in awe as the candles create an orange glow on Ichigo's face.

"Sure," he rolls his eyes with amusement. You sit down on the couch beside him and inch closer.

"Ok, go ahead and make a wish," you fold your hands together with excitement, chewing on your bottom lip. Ichigo glances over at you and his breath hitches in his throat.

Ichigo can see how excited you are for this. It makes his heart warm and fond.

"Fine," he replies, leaning his head down and closing his eyes. He blows out the candles and you yelp with cheer. You start clapping your hands and Ichigo opens his eyes, shooting you a sharp glance.

"What did you wish for?" you ask, wrapping your hands around his upper bicep.

"Hey, I'm not suppose to tell you, right? That's how birthdays work," Ichigo comments and you pout, squeezing his arm. Ichigo flicks his finger through the frosting and takes a taste.

Strawberries. The frosting tastes like strawberries...

"Yeah, you're right," you reply as Ichigo wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his side.

"Ok, now what else did you buy? I saw you bring in two bags and candles can fit in one," Ichigo points out and you glance away.

"Just a few things for later," you clear your throat and Ichigo's heart skips a beat.

"Oh?" Ichigo raises an eyebrow and you shake your head.

"Not like that," you pull away from him, but Ichigo traps you in his tight grasp.

"Are you sure?" Ichigo asks, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Oh, I am very sure, but I do have a surprise for you later," you tease him and Ichigo's mouth gapes open. He easily flips you onto your back and climbs over you.

You giggle loudly as Ichigo hovers above you, his orange hair tickling your face as he dips his head down. He starts to cover your face in sweet kisses, hands cupping your face.

"I love you," you speak softly, wrapping your arms around Ichigo and pulling him down onto your chest. His weight collapses on you and you squeeze him tightly.

A chuckle rumbles from Ichigo's chest as he lays on top of you, positioned in between your legs.

"And I love you more," Ichigo comments, his hands bringing warmth to your face.

"What about the cake?" you ask, glancing over at it. Ichigo brings your face back to his and your heart tugs.

"We can eat it later. We'll have it for dinner. You know what I wished for?" Ichigo whispers, his finger tracing your jawline.

"Hm?" you ask, running your fingers through his hair. He gazes into your eyes, glistening and he smiles warmly.

"For you to forget about my birthday one day and then we'll never have to celebrate it anything," Ichigo boasts out.

"Ugh, liar," you scoff out, rolling your eyes. Ichigo's expression softens and he tilts his head. He places his lips on yours and you squeeze him tightly.

You slowly pull away from the breathing taking kiss, gazing at each other lovingly.

"Yeah..." Ichigo's voice trails off, resting his head on your chest and listening to your steady heartbeat. You brush your fingers through his soft hair and Ichigo closes his eyes.

"Happy birthday, my grumpy boy," you smile warmly, closing your eyes and joining him in a nap.

What Ichigo wished for? Oh, he wished for you and him to always be happy...even on his birthday.

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ichi--go · 2 months

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loml

pairing: ichigo/rukia [post-686 compliant] summary: and if I die, let the last thing my eyes gaze upon be her. Let my last breath be her scent. Let my last words be her name. Let my eyes close with her face embedded in my mind. Let me be in her arms. (the thirteen division's captains, it seems, are cursed.) notes: you know how it was acknowledged in the manga that Rukia's abilities are dangerous even for her to use? ...yeah. I wrote this in 2 hours after listening to loml by taylor swift and crying because of how incredibly sad the lyrics are. AO3 link

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If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary. What we thought was for all time was momentary.

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Captain Kuchiki was dying.

Those were the only truths Isane, now captain of the 4th, delivered to Renji and Ichika that day they'd found her.

She has the same disease as her sister, many whispered. Captain Kuchiki's beloved wife lived five short years with the illness before succumbing to it. She's going the same path as her.

They'd found her in her office. She didn't come home that evening, which was normal- she was often working late- but not this late. The moment they'd opened the door they knew something was wrong, the very air itself was icy and bone biting. Frost coated the floors and the walls, and there she was, laying on the floor practically encased in ice herself. Renji had hacked away at it desperately to get her out until his fingertips were bloody, while Ichika shouted and forcefully pulled her mother from frost.

She won't live long, Isane's voice sorrowful and low. Renji couldn't even hear her words, there was just ringing in his ears. Ichika clung to his arm, as if she might faint from the reality. Byakuya could only listen as the 4th's captain informed him of the plain cold truth. Hours, if she is lucky. She already has blood stasis and now her reiatsu is working against her, not with. It's clashing with her illness, dropping her temperature out of her control. Her blood won't circulate fast enough, and now it's freezing in her veins. How can she bear it?

The illness was fatal. Her future was sealed.

It made Rukia delirious. She woke up in the night, pale and sweating, her violet eyes confused. She didn't seem to recognize Renji, swatted his hand away when he tried to lay her back, fearing upsetting her would harm her more.

"Where am I?" she sobbed, and it was as if Ichika were invisible as she knelt next to her, telling her that she was safe, she was home.

"This isn't my home," she wept. Her hand was frail and cold in Ichika's, who kissed her mother's tearstained temple. "Please take me home."

"What do you mean? You are home, mother," Ichika whispered, and Rukia shook her head frantically.

"Nii-sama," she cried until her already frail voice was hoarse. "Where is Nii-sama?"

That night they moved her home. To the Kuchiki manor.

"This is her home! She must remember it.. how can she forget?" Renji was insistent against it.

"Its not about us, dad!" Ichika's voice uncharacteristically raised against her father, who'd always been her hero. "This is about her! Making her comfortable, in her last.." her voice faded then at the reality of her own words, and her brown eyes flooded with tears again.

For Byakuya, it was as if he'd fallen into a cyclical nightmare. His sister had never looked so fragile, skin pale and thin as paper, he could see her veins, lips reddish as if bruising, breaths shallow. She did not eat, and could not rise. There were cracks forming in Shirayuki's pristine metal blade. He was rendered useless once again; no amount of power, money, or name could reverse the clock to save the most important woman in his life. He could only kneel next to her, his hand stroking her hair in the moments her eyes opened and she saw him.

"Nii-sama," she whispered, a weak smile on her face. "Where's my baby?"

"She's safe, Rukia." he said back gently, and he did not need to glance at his niece's face to know she was fighting back tears. "She's asleep. Do not worry."

"She's beautiful," Rukia's eyes closed again. "Did you see her?"

"I did. She is perfect."

"Her name... Ichika.. after.."

She drifted from consciousness again. Byakuya's steely eyes fell to Renji, who was kneeling in silence on her other side, just watching her with a desperate expression. They both stepped out, leaving Rukia's watch to Ichika.

"You must inform him." Byakuya said curtly.

Renji's expression was confused. "Who?"

Byakuya's face didn't change. "You know who."

Renji looked away. Then he nodded. "..Captain. Will you.."

Ten minutes later, Byakuya stepped into the world of the living for the first time in decades. The door opened before he could knock or ring the bell; his reiatsu had been sensed the minute the doors of the senkaimon opened for him.

"Byakuya??" Ichigo's eyes held worry, and grew fearful at the pain Byakuya could not hide in his face. "What are you doing here?"

"My sister," he responded plainly, "Is dying."

Ichigo stared at him like he'd been slapped across the face, breathless, eyes wide.

His brows knitted as his hands retrieved his substitute badge from his pocket, forcing his soul from his body. It collapsed right there on the path, and he did not give it a glance before charging through the still open gates behind Byakuya.

Byakuya did not turn to acknowledge when Orihime came to the door, calling his name in confusion as she knelt to pull Ichigo's body inside the house. It wasn't important to tell her. He needed to back and be there with his sister. That was what was important.

Instead he simply followed in silence as Ichigo stormed into the Kuchiki manor, following Rukia's reiatsu. It was indeed fluctuating painfully, sometimes so weak it was a whisper, sometimes so strong it could knock the breath out of him. The closer they got, the colder the air became, until he was right outside the bedroom door and was shivering, his breath visible.

Byakuya went inside, then returned with Renji, Isane, and Ichika- who saw him and cried, her hands grabbing his arm as she wept, "Uncle,"

He could only put a shaking hand on her head in comfort, staring at her in disbelief. He hadn't seen Ichika in years; she was 20 now, almost as tall as her father.

It couldn't be real.. it couldn't be happening.

The back of his neck burned despite the cold, his heart thundering and skipping beats painfully, his throat so tight he could not get words out of he tried.

"It will be cold," Isane's voice had been quiet as she draped a blanket over his shoulders gently. "Her reiatsu cannot be stabilized. I know yours is layered with hers.. it's possible it may affect you more."

He barely heard her. His head was swimming. Buzzing. Empty. Burning.

Isane opened the door for him, and he took trembling steps inside.

There was an iron brazier in the room, fire crackling and burning within. But he couldn't feel any warmth from it... it was as if it held no heat at all. There was nothing else in the room except for a densely layered futon... and her.

He stopped in the middle of the room. His stomach twisted in fear. He couldn't dare to get closer. To look at her. To see her and know, that everything he'd been told was true. Slowly he approached, his eyes unable to tear away from the sight as he stopped at her side and sank to his knees slowly.

She was pale as a ghost, breathing so shallow he could barely hear it. There were layers of blankets over her, but they did nothing. There were ice crystals on her face, creeping down her neck. Her inky, knee length locks splayed over her pillow onto the wooden floors, ice crystals dotted within like stars on the blackest night.

He sat there in silence, trembling. Wide eyes stared at her, unable to accept it.

"Ichigo.."

Her eyes opened just barely. Her eyes were glassy and violet, ice shards clinging to her thick black lashes.

Was he losing his mind?

Slowly, her hand slid from under the blankets. Her fingertips were covered in ice and frigid, pale and cold as his trembling hand grasped it gently, as if it would break if he applied the slightest pressure. The warmth from his hand did absolutely nothing; the ice coating her fingertips crept onto his, freezing her hand to his.

"Ichigo.." she said again in a pained whisper, for even speaking hurt. He curled over her, struggling to keep the tears in his eyes from falling on her as he let out shuddery breaths.

"Rukia..?"

"I love you," she whispered, and he couldn't hold back the sob in his throat. He clung to her and kissed her hair and her face, sobbing as he did. "I'm sorry."

"Rukia," he wept, his tears falling and freezing on her skin, "Don't do this. Don't leave me."

"Don't cry," she whispered. He clung to her even harder.

"I love you," he sobbed, his fingers twisting in her hair, desperate to hold on to her.

She didn't respond. She wouldn't again.

53 days later, he was dead, too. Takotsubo cardiomyopathy, they whispered. His cold fingers still clutched that substitute badge, as if hoping he would hear her voice through it once more.

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Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire Your arson's match your somber eyes And I'll still see it until I die You're the loss of my life.

#ichiruki #personal

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dreadsuitsamus · 1 year

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Ichigo Kurosaki x Reader Blurb 1

author's note: not entirely in line with the canon as far as timelines go, ichigo is around 22, reader is a soul reaper, angst, not entirely orihime friendly

"So what will it be, Ichigo?" Like ice frosting over grass, your voice is calm. Too calm, too quiet, too unlike what he's used to.

And he doesn't need this right now.

"What do you mean?" Ichigo feigns ignorance as bad as ever now, not even meeting your gaze, missing the way your infuriated eyes stare him down but he surely feels the hatred you're spewing.

"It's very simple." Jaw tightened so much it might just crack, your words only barely slip past your lips. "Orihime? Or me?"

His heart is doused in flames by the question. It's not a fair one, to start off, and his mind says one thing while his selfish heart yearns for your own selfishness. But his integrity as a man with morals, integrity as a friend is stronger, beating against his skull like a caged animal and roaring at the troublesome road ahead. Orihime is in immediate danger.

You, not so immediate.

"Why would I choose?" Anger begins flaring in Ichigo himself; are you really so crass? Is life not sacred to you?

He knows it is.

Your fist curls at your side, fingers itching to reach for your zanpakutō and force some sense into him, should it come to blows. Time is of the essence, Soul Society has required everyone to come back and prepare for battle! The Arrancar threat, Aizen is looming and the girl that's never defended herself once isn't at the top of your list of priorities. And on a bad day, you'd feel she's not on that list at all.

"Your life may turn out quite differently depending on this choice."

"Will it?" Ichigo's brown eyes cut sharply to finally look at you, staring you down with the heat of a thousand suns behind it.

"It will certainly depend on if I remain in it." Your heart leaps at the look in his eye. Would he really choose her? "Do you trust me?"

"I want to." Ichigo shoots back.

"We will save her when we can. You can lead the charge, if you want. But she's not-"

"If you say she's not important, then you can just go." The blood in his veins burn at how nonchalant you are, at how uncaring Soul Society is for Orihime. She's been on this journey too, right by everyone's side!

"Your choice."

"I won't let you make me choose, like this is about what I want for dinner! Orihime is our friend! She needs us! What don't you understand about that?! You'd let her suffer? Over what? For what?!"

Ichigo steps toward you, leering over you and taking your shoulder in a strong grip. "You are the one I love. But Orihime is my friend, and she needs me. And if you won't choose me, then tell me how to get to Hueco Mundo before you go."

The answer dances on your tongue, an internal ticking racing in your mind. Go against your direct orders and personal beliefs, or follow Ichigo's heart and save a girl in need of it? Keep your status in Seireitei but lose Ichigo? You don't even know if the girl is alive!

Ichigo's chocolate eyes silently plead with you, his grip like an iron vise. This wouldn't be the first time you've stuck your neck out for him, no. He's fully aware what it could cost you— but it isn't like he wouldn't come for you too. If there's anyone in this world or any other he'd protect, it's you.

"Come on." He whispers, ignoring the way his vision starts to blur. You won't look at him, and his heart sinks. "Do what's right!"

Do what's right in whose point of view, Ichigo?!

The light of a Senkaimon gate lights up behind you and panic floods Ichigo down to his very bones as the door slides open. Just as you were starting to waver! Byakuya, stern and cold as ever, though he speaks quietly, his voice cuts through the room like a bullet.

"Leave him."

The hand on your shoulder means nothing, as Ichigo feels like he's free falling now. You turn away from him, breaking free of the grip easily and walking towards your captain's order without even a second glance behind you. So easily, you'll follow this command?! He means nothing to you?

He's not so sure anymore.

The room goes dark as the door closes and vanishes, leaving Ichigo to fall to his knees. How could you do this to him?

As you walk alongside your captain, your face is stony and unbreaking even against the torment of your breaking heart.

How could he do this to me?

#ichigo kurosaki x reader #ichigo kurosaki x you #ichigo x reader #ichigo x you #just a little something that was rattling in my brain #i swear i don't try to only write angst #x reader #reader insert #bleach imagine #ichigo imagine

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gloryhrs · 1 year

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━━ ⟡ 𝓒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐆, shunsui k.

✿.*･｡ ꒰ 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 — r. & shu are happily married! ◝(^◜◡◝^ )◜, pet name usage — hubby, kitty, my dear, shu being an extreme romantic, r. is part kitty! /ᐠ . ˕ .マ, smth short n' sweet until i finish my kenpachi & ichigo os! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ ꒱

“Kitty, where are you?" The captain of the 8th division Shunsui Kyoraku walked the corridors of the Seireitei, waving the bell. The man had been looking for a you for nearly ten minutes and didn't want to sleep without his darling husband by his side, so he kept ringing the bell. He thought it was strange because you could hear and smell him from a mile away.

“Aw, man, did he fall asleep without me?” The captain's shoulders slumped with sadness until he heard the sound of footsteps. “There he is!” When he sensed a familiar presence approaching, he instantly turned around and opened his arms for the man, who turned out to be you, his husband. You smiled and quickened your pace as you saw your husband's arms wide and ready to catch you. “Shu!” You laughed as you wrapped your arms and legs around his neck and nuzzled your face against his cheek, causing him to laugh and return the hug.

The captain kissed your forehead with a tiny eye squint, as the amount of sunshine radiating from you was astounding. “Kitty! I thought you went to sleep without me.” You shook your head, your ears swaying with you, while the captain faked a pout. “You know that I can't sleep without you. You’re my giant teddy bear!” You nuzzled your head into his cheek once more, making a small purring sound. When he noticed your charming demeanor, Shunsui swore he felt something pierce through his chest.

“Did you bring any cake?! I can smell cake!” Your eyes twinkled as you smelled the air for the scent of strawberry deliciousness. “Hm? Oh, yeah. Jushiro made some, so I bought one for you and me.” He laughed again when you leaped out of his arms and started bouncing on your toes. Shunsui knew you liked strawberries, so whenever he saw something strawberry-related, he would always get it for you. That explains why your ring is red!

When the captain took out the plastic container containing the pink frosted strawberry cake, your eyes sparkled even more. “Ah! Shu, I love you!” You jumped back into his arms, almost knocking him down in the process. As he stood and accepted it, you held and kissed his face ceaselessly; the feeling of your soft lips against his skin made him feel like he was in heaven.

“I love you even more, my dear hubby. But we should leave because I'm still meant to be working on the paperwork Nanao gave me earlier.” The man scratched the back of his neck, the thought of Nanao discovering him and chewing him out sent shivers down his spine. You watched as the man turned around and knelt down slightly, beckoning for you to climb on his back. He didn't have to tell you twice! You jumped on his back with ease and kissed his cheek one last time.

The tree shade remained over the couple as they slept comfortably, without a care in the world. Shunsui buried his face in your hair as the wind blew through his gorgeous brown hair. The pink flowered kimono was draped over you and his shoulders, with him frequently fanning away the butterflies that flew around your ears with his straw hat. The man slept into your soft h/c hair until a familiar sensation pricked his nose, causing him to awaken and sneeze.

“Eh?” He observed your h/c ears twitching when he looked down. Shunsui's heart burst out of his chest when he watched you nuzzle your nose into his chest before flicking your ears once more. He moved one of his hands up to your scalp, giving it a light scratch. Your purring could have put anyone into cardiac arrest. “How adorable.” The man commented as your luscious lips snorted peacefully. Because you and he were both busy people, you would constantly slip away to your favorite hiding locations to nap and eat your favorite snacks.

You were the most handsome thing in his eyes. From your soft brown skin that was little to no scars, your soft hair that blended in well with with your adorable cat ears, and your soft but fierce ( e / c ) eyes that he loved staring into. Ah, he still can’t believe you chose to marry someone like him. The man was too busy admiring your beauty that he didn’t notice you had already woken up. “Hm? Is there something on my face?” You rubbed your eyes while he watched you touched your cheeks and nose. He chucked, “No, I’m just admiring how beautiful my husband is.�� He gave you a lazy smirk, his thumb stroking the crumbs off the corner of your lips.

You smiled before crawling onto him, now straddling his hips. Shunsui raised his eyebrow before a pervert like smile appeared on his face. “Oh? Are we gonna get busy? Don’t worry, I’ll let you be in charge this time.” He smirked as your cheeks warmed up, causing you to pinch his cheek making him hiss in pain.

“Will you stop that Shu!” You continued to pinch his cheek as you waved his hands around in a surrendering motion. Once you let his cheek go the man rubbed his face with crocodile tears leaving his eyes. “My dear kitty doesn’t love me anymore! What shall I do?!” The man whines dramatically as you snickered and rolled your eyes. “Don’t be such a baby, Shu. You were the one who was having a negative mindset! Who the hell wants to get busy out in the open like this?” You sighed and pinched your nose as Shunsui muttered something under his breath. You tilted your head, “Hm? Did you say something?” You narrowed your eyes at your husband who had a pervy smile on his face. "Me, besides—we’re pretty far away from everyone—" "Don’t even think about it!"

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kenphobia · 1 year

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EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE!

"Y'know, like a liar."

alt title. i have a degree in emotional baggage

summary. when you become friends with Ai for so long, the line blurs between camaraderie and romantic interest. ( 1.2k words / drabble / see end notes )

contents. gn!reader (they/them prms used), angst, hurt no comfort, canonical character death, not proofread. this will be turned into a series

on ao3 . on wattpad .

If anyone asked (Name) if they know who Ai Hoshino is, they'd instantly say no.

Lying had always been one of their many abilities, even so to the point they can keep their entire life under wraps. Not even their own boss, Strawberry Productions' president, know a whole lot about them other than what's said on their résumé.

Was it to protect themself? Was it to convince people to like them? They weren't sure anymore. They had kept up this act for as long as they remembered, and so long that they forgot what they were doing this for. It goes to show just how much effort (Name) had put into their lies, building excuses and reasons on top of each other, only for it to come crashing down because of another liar. And that liar happened to Ai Hoshino, the very idol herself.

At first glance, you wouldn't expect a star sensation like Ai becoming close friends with nearly faceless NPC. But life loves to deceive and bend standard societial 'rules'.

Almost every single day, Ai and (Name) are stuck by each other's metaphorical hips. The little winks Ai sends to the camera when she knows they're watching; the sudden boost of happiness and motivation sparkling in the girl's being whenever (Name) comes to her concerts, no matter how small and cramped the venue may be.

(Name) puts all their damn hardest into their friendship as well. After all, for Ai, they're willing to do anything just to make her smile. Even if it meant risking their job position to ensure Ai continues to shine brighter tham ever, smiling without a care of the world. Bentos after bentos, all packed and meticulously put together in a cutesy manner; Constant texts and phone calls, reminding Ai to take care of herself and stay always alert of her surroundings— They did everything to let Ai know that they consider her as a friend, not just a one-time co-worker.

They were friends, and they always will be no matter what happens. So when Ai called (Name) over to a rural little town, they didn't expect that the said idol was pregnant.

"Promise me, (Name). You won't tell this to anybody." The president, Ichigo, begged and grasped their shoulders. But (Name) quickly pushed his hands away, muttering curses underneath their breath.

"I promised like... What? fifteen times? I'm not some lousy mole rat that's going to snitch on their bestest friend." (Name) rolled their eyes, eyes glancing through the door's small window. Though it was frosted glass, they could clearly see Ai relaxing in her bed and caressing her belly.

"But still..." Ichigo bit his bottom lip. "Fine, I trust you. But you better not break this trust or else."

"I know, boss." (Name) merely mumbled. They turned away and held the door handle, readying themself to meet Ai's ever so starry gaze. "I know."

And when you stepped inside, Ai suddenly went into labor.

It's been years ever since Ai gave birth to the twins, Aquamarine and Ruby. And being Ai's best friend comes with a cost, and that was becoming her kids' babysitter. (Name) had little to no complaints about this, knowing full well how hard parenting is (I mean, look how they turned out—their mother completely gave up on them), but their co-babysitter, Miyako had some.

But it was nothing that couldn't be fix with a little bit of elbow gease and a lot of convincing. The four of them managed to pull it off fairly well and not a single peep about Ai's kids came out to the public.

Speaking of the kids...

"Aqua, Ruby. it's time to sleep." (Name) groaned for the seventh time, rubbing their numbing face. Though they called out for the blonde-haired babs, they wouldn't get away from the TV and continued to watching their dazzling mother perform on stage. "You know this is recorded and you can watch it tomorrow, right?"

Ruby whined. "But watching it live is so much better!! It feels like you're actually there!"

"Still though... Your mom's gonna be mad at me if she finds out that I've been letting you two stay up past your bedtime." (Name) shook your head.

"Just one more! And we promise we will sleep!" Ruby pleaded whilst Aqua didn't bother looking away from the screen, too mesmerized by the flashing colors on screen.

"... Fine. But you two better sleep or I swear—"

"We will!"

They, in fact, did not sleep after that. And rather Ai, it was Miyako scolding (Name) for letting the kids be awake at such hours. But at least, the pop sensation found the entire situation amusing rather than being angry at them.

Through it all, (Name) had been with Ai. Never as friends, but not quite like lovers either. They both know that it wouldn't end well for them, but there's a scratching hand in the back of their mind— a whisper, a dream of a time where they could kiss each other on the lips as free as they'd like without the public caring. But they knew it'll never happen.

The closest thing (Name) and Ai ever had to a romantic interaction was a simple brush of a hand; a hug that lasted far too long to be seen as platonic; the longing looks they gave each other when the other was sleeping. And it was never more than that.

And there will come a time where they'll regret about it all. A time where we'll regret keeping those feelings to themselves, no matter how confusing it is, the shame and sorrow of not being able to truly be honest to yourself will eat you up til your last, dying breath.

Ai sat there, clutching Aqua in her bloodied hands and feeling her pulse slipping from her grasps. "Aqua, Ruby... I love you." She whispered, loud enough for the twins to hear as she pressed her head on the door.

"Finally... I got to say it. I'm... I'm so happy." The idol cried out, forcing a smile to etch her features. The blood bled heavily and through her clothes, her eyes glossy and dazed from the tears and soreness.

Ai's smile flattered. If only she could say the same to (Name), If only they were here holding her dying body in their arms. But that would be too cruel of a wish, wouldn't it?

She chuckled, pushing herself up against the door with the little strength she had left, still cradling Aqua in her arms. As she said her final words, her body went limp. Her pulse slowly, painfully slipped away.

Nothing good happened after (Name) heard about Ai's death. With guilt, anger and remorse overwhelming their heart, they locked themself in their room for hours without end and buried themself under the blankets for a long time. All those years, they had grown accustomed to the blinding light of a computer screen and the smell of rot filling their room like Kudzu.

But they can't keep living like that forever, no, Miyako wouldn't let them. As well as the twins (although it's mostly Ruby would wants to help them, Aqua is still deep in murder mode). In the end, they pushed onwards for a better future. But they don't know if they could even call it a 'better future' when Ai isn't around anymore.

So if anyone asked (Name) if they knew who Ai Hoshino is, they'd instantly say no. Because if they did acknowledge whatever relationship they had with the late idol, they don't know if their heart could handle the emotional baggage all over again.

notes. after 8 days, i finally posted this onto tumblr!! this probs won't get as much as attention since the oshi no ko fandom here on tumblr is really really lowkey but to whoever picks this up, i hope you enjoyed this :]

i wrote this after finishimg the anime (i think they released a new episode on the streaming website im using), so it might not match with some manga lore. i really tried to protray Ai in the best way and hope that i didn't butcher up her character <//3

requests are always open and i'll be adding new fandoms to my list, oshi no ko included!

#writing log!#ai hoshino x reader #oshi no ko x reader #oshi no ko

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pomslices · 7 months

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The frost still clung to the air when their hands finally made contact. Rukia was careful not to accidentally ice-burn Ichigo’s skin as she reached down to bandage his wrist. The snowflakes around them were stilling, wisping down and melting into the air. Even though she was in her gigai now, her reiatsu was still coming down from their earlier fight with the Arrancars.

#ichiruki

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glitterberryshortcake · 7 months

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🦄 ✨ Here's an introduction of my OCs and the F/O's that I ship them with!!! :D ✨ 🦄

💗🌈 🩷 Name: Rainbow Vivre Age: 22 Species: Human Vallonica "Vallea" Glyssen, also known as "Rainbow Vivre", is very sweet, outgoing, and can sometimes be a little air-headed. She has a looooot of boyfriends. I can't list every boyfriend she has because it would be a very long list, so I'll just list two of them. Mr. Paulson (Teamo Supremo), and Mr. Tinkerton (The Legend of Frosty the Snowman). 💗 🌈🩷

✨ 💜 🩵 Name: Desiree Hills Age: 25 Species: Human Desiree Hills is optimistic and sweet. It's very easy for her to sympathize/empathize with others. She's very rich and lives in a pink Barbie-style mansion. She owns a white Yorkshire Terrier named Daisy. Her boyfriend is Sarge Snorkel (Beetle Bailey). 🩵 💜 ✨

❤️ 🖤 ✨ Name: Nataly Vaclavik Age: 2160 (demon years) 36 (human years) Species: Demon Nataly Vaclavik loves to commit crimes on the regular (such as robbing banks, shoplifting, and other typical bad guy-ish stuff) She also has a fascination with weapons. She has a sweet tooth and loves red velvet cake and chocolates. Her boyfriend is Principal Pankley (The Legend of Frosty the Snowman). ✨ 🖤 ❤️

🩷 💚 🍓 Name: Ichigo Age: Ageless Physical and mental age: 24 Species: Robot Ichigo is ditzy and super kind. She’s also pretty sensitive. Also, she knows when to be serious. She can speak in both Japanese and English. Her boyfriend is Percy Polie (Rolie Polie Olie). 💚 🩷 🍓

🌸 🩷 🌼 Name: Harmony Hoffman Age: 24 Species: Human Harmony Hoffman is very shy. She's a botanist/phytologist. She loves flowers and her favorites are roses, sunflowers, tulips, marigolds, and daisies. Her boyfriend is Cap'n Turbot (Paw Patrol). 🌸 🩷 🌼

💜 🩷 🎶 Name: Setsuko Senritsu Age: 22 Species: Human Setsuko Senritsu is a character from the video game called “Happy Hyper Dance!” or “ハッピーハイパーダンス！” (Basically, it’s a fictional/nonexistent game I came up with that is similar to Dance Dance Revolution). She's super bubbly and energetic. Her boyfriend is Surge Protector (Wreck-It Ralph). 🩷 💜 🎵

💛 💜 🦋 Name: Melinda Grace Age: 21 Species: Butterfly Melinda Grace is very smart, although scatterbrained. She loves fashion, cooking, and reading. Her favorite things to cook are sweets, especially frosted cookies. Her favorite book genres are romance, comedy, and fantasy. Her boyfriend is Adam Flayman (Bee Movie). 💜 💛 🦋

🩵 🎸 🩷 Name: Abigill Eauston Age: 22 Species: Axolotl Abigill Eauston has an interest in music and has a huge collection of musical instruments. Her favorite musical instrument is the electric guitar. Her boyfriend is Mr. Baldwin (Fish Hooks). (Fun fact: Abigill's name is a pun on the name "Abigail" and the word "gill"). 🩵 🎸 🩷

❤️ 🩷 🍎 Name: Loretta Reid Age: 26 Species: Human Loretta Reid is a Kindergarten teacher and loves working with and teaching kids. Her students call her Miss Reid. She's been teaching for four years. She's very sweet, caring, sympathetic/empathetic, and fun. Her boyfriend is the Teacher/Sensei/Mr. S (Doraemon). 🩷 ❤️ 🍎

Name: Sparklemary Age: 1400 (fairy years) 24 (human years) Species: Fairy Sparklemary loves jewelry, fashion, flowers and candy. She's bubbly, sweet, elegant, and can be silly at times. She loves collecting minerals/gems/crystals and flowers to make jewelry out of! Her boyfriend is Head Pixie (The Fairly Oddparents).

#oc #original character #selfshipping #selfship #self ship #self shipping #oc intro #oc introduction #art #oc art

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the-monkeies-girl · 3 months

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what inspired you to start writing fics?

I had to have been 12, maybe 13. I did not speak English very well, in fact, it was god awful LOL. I really liked Anime though, and in a bid to get myself to learn a new language, I started to write here and there. It was very sparring, my first Fanfic being Ichigo Kurosaki x OC ( probably still on Fanfiction.net if I wanted to find it. ) And? I really, really liked it. So, in tandem with watching Subbed anime ( I learned a lot of english from that too ) I began my journey, and kept finding inspirations in little spots. My biggest one was when my mom told me that writing could be just like a painting. All the small details, all the nuances. I fell in love with it, and to this day, I really try to paint with my words the best I can/

When I was 15/16 ( i think ) I wrote a fanfiction on Quotev.com called 'Jack Frost Nipping At Your Nose' for Rise of the Guardians, I had a really big following there and also wrote heavily for the anime Hetalia as well at that time.

I somehow made my way to Tumblr and really gained momentum in the Big Hero 6 Fandom, Star Wars, a few other smaller fish, Fantastic Beasts and X-Men. I really took a break for 5 years, but after I saw all the Planet of the Apes, especially after Kingdom, I was shocked by the lack of fanfics for the entire fandom, so I started writing again and realized just how much I truly missed it.

I stay inspired because of people having such innate interest in it. It brings me great satisfaction to know that my stories are loved by not just myself, but many others. The push and pull of emotions I'm able to tell, I'm able to give readers, is more than enough for me to keep going.

#em answers #personal #honesty hour ask me anything!

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docholligay · 1 year

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Ichigo has the right idea. All food should be meticulously categorized by how feminine or masculine in aspect it is.

Absolutely. How am I supposed to order something if I'm not sure how feminine or masculine it is? What sort of approach to culinary gender am I taking here? It's a difficult task, though, and I will start the ball rolling:

Ice cream: Cold. Determined. A river of sweetness within. Delicious once melted in warmth and safety. Masculine, but in the way your Navy SEAL butch gf is.

Cake: Beauty and grace, delicacy and polish, and only the cook knows that hours of whipping eggs and beating butter made that possible, covered in frosting that will hold up under pressure and heat. Definitely High Femme.

Canned wine: This is a real man's drink.

Champagne: Feminine, obviously.

Salad: Requires so much violent cutting and chopping to make, leaves hand torn, forcing oil and vinegar together with a forceful shake this is basically war against god and nature in a bowl, absolutely masculine, the Napoleon Bonaparte of foods.

Steak: Delicate attention to detail and a subtle approach to the application of heat and seasoning both are necessary to not damage the meat. Little is added to it--this is a product of gentleness and subtlety, despite the flavorful outcome. Verdict: This is the ideal 50s housewife of foods. Such hard word to appear so beautiful and effortless. Absolutely feminine.

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rinusagitora · 9 months

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Eau de Vie Poire

Fandom: Bleach Characters: Toushirou Hitsugaya, Karin Kurosaki, Momo Hinamori, Kisuke Urahara, Jinta Hanakari, Ururu Tsumugiya Pairings: HitsuKarin Words: 3.8k Summary: Karin got into college and Toushirou's had an okay growth spurt, so they're doing pretty good as far as he's concerned. What better Christmas present is there than boning your girl for the first time? Warnings: ABSOLUTELY shameless smut. AO3: works/52817095 A/N: HKGE 2023 gift for PinkDreamTiger on twt!

Momo's complaints become fog in the wintry air. "Lord," she says, "it's bitter today! Ugh, if spring doesn't spare us this torment...."

"You're all pink," he teases while elbowing her ribs. "Frostbite will soon take your nose."

"What? Lord, you're so mean," she hisses. "At least I don't have some freakish tolerance for this weather! Your eyelashes have frosted and you're fine with a light coat!"

He deserved that.

But he doesn't have any acerbity left inside of him. Sousuke took his sister from him for so long, destroyed reality, and replaced it with his mechanizations. It drove Momo mad for a few months. Their relationship wasn't repaired for years. But they're together again, brother and sister. It's all he wants now.

She stops outside of the Senkaimon and hugs him. "I love you, Toushirou, my brother," she says while cupping his cheeks. "I do hope you enjoy your vacation."

Toushirou hugs her. "I'll miss you, Onee. I hope you and your husband enjoy New Year's."

"We will. I'll see you next year."

"Yeah, see you next year."

It only takes him a few minutes to emerge in the World of the Living. He's met by Kisuke Urahara in his shop's otherworldly basement. Toushirou still isn't sure how he feels about Kisuke. He always gets the jeebies from Kisuke, but what unknown doesn't give anyone the jeebies? His girlfriend seems to like Kisuke and his company well enough, anyway.

"Hello, Hitsugaya-kun," Kisuke says while unfurling his fan. "Are you traveling with Jinta and Ururu today?"

"It's Hitsugaya-taichou," he says. "But yes. We agreed to go to Karin-chan's together. We're doing a gift exchange at her place."

"Ururu told me about it," Kisuke says. He claps his fan shut on his palm. "I'm just glad you all have each other. Our kids never had real friends before you and Karin-chan, you know."

Toushirou smiles. This is one of the reasons he can't bring himself to entirely hate Kisuke and his family. Yes, he's old, but living in the body of a boy forever has made him feel like a boy lost in a sea of far more experienced elders. But Jinta, Karin, and Ururu have made Toushirou feel less of an arbiter and more of an actual fucking person.

He slips into his gigai and meets Jinta and Ururu upstairs. She hugs him.

"Happy Christmas, Toushirou-kun," she says. Jinta proceeds to clap him on the back.

"Hey, man, how goes?" he says.

"Am I too early?" Toushirou asks.

"Naw," Jinta replies. "We ain't even doing, like, dinner."

"We are, she's just ordering pizza. Well, pizza and ribs," Ururu says.

Toushirou laughs. "Good by me." He definitely won't turn his nose up at home cooking, but the discovery of pizza altered his entire worldview for the better.

Apparently, it'll just be the four of them. Ururu tells him that Ichigo and his wife are seeing her family. Isshin and Yuzu are in Okinawa. Originally, Karin was supposed to join them, but couldn't schedule it around her classes. Which is fine by him. Toushirou isn't Ichigo's biggest fan. Ichigo was weird when Toushirou first started dating Karin. Were it about him being in his eighties, whereas Karin only turned eighteen in May, Toushirou would completely understand. But Ichigo seems to think Karin is in jeopardy in Toushirou's custody like he's going to deflower her. Toushirou knows he isn't a force to be reckoned with, but he's seen how Karin treats hollows and he's pretty sure Karin would snap his spine without a second thought and step over his corpse.

Karin waits outside the gateway of the Kurosaki home while tapping away on her iPhone. Once they're closer, she stands, waves, and hugs each of them.

"Hey, guys," she says. When Toushirou is kissed by her, he gets butterflies. "C'mon in. I know it isn't, like, homemade, but we don't want a repeat of the last time I tried cooking, do we?"

"I'm fine with 'za," Jinta replies.

"Agreed," Toushirou says. He's not one to turn his nose up at home-cooked meals, but the discovery of pizza altered his entire worldview for the better.

Karin dishes everyone a slice before taking a seat on the floor and adjusting her shorts. "I hope it wasn't too much trouble coming here during the holidays," she says.

"Not at all. Shit's always slow in winter. No one wants to go out when it's cold outside." Toushirou's shoulders bob while he folds his slice. "The real question is how it's going on your guys' end. I imagine the holidays are much harder as a student."

"I expected it to be harder. I'm not saying it's breezy or anything, but I'm able to pump out what I gotta to make time for myself." Karin proceeds to take a huge bite. Jinta kicks her foot under the table.

"At least you've got prospects," he says, sighing. "I think I'm doomed to work at my dads' shop for the rest of my natural life."

Toushirou cocks his eyebrow. "What? He didn't forge you guys' documents or something?"

"We haven't asked. It feels... ungrateful," Ururu says.

Jinta sighs. "Yeah. I mean... they've done lots for us." He kicks his legs onto the coffee table. "Asking 'em for a way out just feels like a massive fuck you, y'know?"

Toushirou pats his shoulder.

"Aaanyway," Karin says, "I got everyone's presents here! Hang tight. I'll grab them."

Jinta practically inhales the rest of his slice. "Hang on, I'm coming. I saw something huge in there earlier."

"I can carry it," Karin laughs.

"It's not heavy, it's just huge. You're gonna roll an ankle, man."

Toushirou stands, takes Ururu's plate, and grabs another slice for each of them. "Your brother's matured a lot."

"He has," Ururu agrees while she takes her plate. "I think having you and Karin has helped. Being konpaku divorces you from humanity, but..." she trails off while picking up her slice, and smiles. She's pretty while ruminating. Not the same way Karin is pretty. Toushirou is pretty sure Ururu isn't interested in dating men anyway. Rather, Ururu's pretty in the way serenity is pretty. The kind of pretty that makes him envious. "But having you guys makes us feel normal, y'know?"

"I do."

There comes a crash and a storm of colorful language, some of which Toushirou hasn't heard before. Jinta and Karin can be spectacularly creative with their vernacular. Toushirou and Ururu share a bemused glance before setting their food aside and journeying upstairs.

"I told you it was cumbersome," Jinta barks while he and Karin squat to pick up a dented present wrapped in red and white paper.

"Oh, shut it, dumbass! If I didn't have you to contend with, I could've done this so easily!"

"Quit arguing," Ururu groans. She strides between them and lifts it with ease Toushirou isn't sure he could accomplish with any meaningful results. Another reason to envy Ururu. It just seems to embarrass Jinta and Ururu, however.

Toushirou helps carry the rest of the presents downstairs. Karin pushes aside the table before setting the pile down and sorting through them.

"Um, okay, these two are your's, Toushirou," Karin says while she passes a pair of boxes in peppermint and pink wrapping paper. He can tell you almost instantly these were wrapped by Jinta and Ururu respectively.

It's better than Toushirou's brown paper, at least.

Karin passes out the rest of the presents before they begin opening them. Of course, Ururu starts with her enormous present, peeling off the striped paper, popping open the box, and sliding out a foam structure. She gasps and applauds.

"Oh my god, how did you get this?" she gasps as she pries a massive assault rifle out of the foam. Toushirou's jaw hits the deck.

Jinta merely sniffs with a snide smirk. "Oh, I made it. Although, Dad helped with the smaller parts. But I did the heavy lifting. He just read the instructions. We tested it and everything so it's a fully operational killing machine."

"That's a really thoughtful gift, but my dad would kill me if he found out we had a gun in here," Karin hisses. Ururu slips it into its sleeve.

Jinta receives a pair of gauges from Karin and gushes about how long he's wanted to pierce his ears, a pair of reflective sunglasses Toushirou found for him a couple of months ago, and apparently, Ururu bought him a baseball signed by someone famous as Toushirou is fairly certain sent Jinta straight to Heaven. Ururu's remaining gifts are necklaces he bought at a flea market and a pearl-handle knife from Karin. Toushirou becomes increasingly concerned by the amount of weapons Ururu has amassed today alone.

Karin makes Toushirou open his presents next. Jinta and Ururu bought him a spectacular tapestry of dragons.

"The authenticator-guy said it's a relic from the seventeen hundreds. We saw it and it was so you," Ururu explains.

"I'm surprised you could even afford this," he says.

"The vendor owed our family a favor, so he was happy to discount it," Jinta says while he rolls it and drops it into the tube.

Karin is beaming when he opens her present. It's a ring box with a trio of rings. By far, his favorite is the dragon head in silver. Hyourinmaru is even pleased, purring within him like a cat.

He's never considered accessorizing, but this changes his mind with this.

"Oh, wow," he says, slipping them onto his fingers and watching them glint in the overhead lights, "this is... these are spectacular, babe."

"I'm glad you like them," Karin replies. She's practically glowing and it's making him flutter. "I was worried they wouldn't be your thing, but Ururu said they'd still be nice decorative pieces, if you so chose."

"I love them," he promises.

He loves her more than anything, he thinks.

Eventually, they begin chatting. Jinta and Ururu excuse themselves later in the evening, leaving him and Karin alone in the home. Perhaps it's the hormones of nascent manhood, but it gives him ideas that set his heart pounding.

Karin slips onto his lap and folds her alabaster legs one over the other. His hand lays on her thigh while she kisses him.

Can she feel his heart pounding? The thought makes him paranoid.

"I'm glad you got to come today," she says. Her elbow lays on the cushion and she sets her temple on her fist. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," he replies. Her eyes are steel gray but somehow soft. He could swim in them like mercury. "I love you."

Karin kisses him. Her arms fall around his shoulders. It makes him inflate. She laughs while he adjusts his hips. It makes him worry he's inadequate.

"What?" he says.

"Nothing," Karin promises. Her hand falls down his neck and chest while they resume kissing. Her lips are soft, and her tongue laps at his lips.

Frenching once sounded unappealing, but as Karin presses past his teeth, he wants to smack his past self for being a goddamn fool.

They fall onto his back. Toushirou's fingers find her knees and pull them towards his pits so her pelvis lays flat on his lap. She giggles.

"What?" he croaks. Karin kisses his jaw and hums.

"You've just got wood."

"I-Is it, like, small or something?"

"Not at all." Karin sits up. Her nails scrape down the front of his shirt and it makes him buck. He wants to take it off so he can feel it on his skin entirely uninterrupted. He's stopped when Karin's fingers loop under the hem of her shirt. He's so excited he's almost sick. Almost. When she whips off her shirt, revealing a sports bra pressing her tits up and in, he salivates, but she's far from finished.

"H-hang on," she says. "This is always the hard part..." It takes her a minute to pull off her bra. Her shoulder pops as she pulls it off her bulbous chest and she grunts while pushing it over her head. Her breasts fall over her ribs, nearly reaching her navel. Her nipples are milk chocolate on her breasts. He reaches to pet its peak with his knuckle, and throbs under her pussy when meeting her soft flesh billowing around him.

"God, you're gorgeous," he remarks airily. It's like a dream here.

Karin smiles. "I figured you'd enjoy yourself."

She dips and kisses him again. Her hair falls around their face and he hugs her, flattening her breasts against his, drawing his fingers up and down the dimple of her spine. She hums and purrs.

"I should probably take you upstairs," he says. He kisses her neck before digging his teeth in. Karin's moan echoes against the walls. "This can't be comfortable for your back."

"Okay," she says.

It's a little awkward trying to stand up with her in his lap, but he's able to carry her by the backs of her thighs while they giggle and race upstairs. Toushirou fumbles with her doorknob before Karin reaches behind her and opens it herself. He stumbles inside and falls hard onto her mattress which squeals like a rodent beneath their descent, but she kisses him and keeps her legs loop around his hips, grinding his length against her while he's tongued.

"Sweet lord," he shudders. There's no way he can keep up like this. Her crotch makes his underwear sticky with precum, and he can already see himself driving into her pussy while her eyes roll back in her head and her tits rock like the tide.

Toushirou sinks to his knees in front of the bed. Her legs pull his shirt up to his pits until Karin apologizes and unhooks him. He whips it off and tosses it to one side.

With her legs open, Toushirou unties her shorts. Karin lifts her hips up while he pulls them down past her knees. He kisses the inside of her knee while she pulls her feet out and she giggles.

The exterior doesn't look like anything he imagined. He knows a lot of girls shave, but he didn't anticipate there there being two sets of lips, let alone the inside lips are longer than the outside lips. He pushes it apart with his thumbs and finds two holes, which makes way less gross than peeing and fucking with the same hole. When he kisses the exterior, it's a little prickly, on the outside, but the inside is smooth, plush, and wet. Toushirou is reminded here that he genuinely has no fucking clue what he's doing, but he hikes her legs over his shoulders, draws his tongue up and down the inside of her lips, and hopes for the best.

It's a strange taste. Not something he dislikes, but not something he's going out of his way for. Now, the way she shudders and slips her fingers in his hair is something he'll be coming back for time and again.

Karin says, "You're too low," and her fingers slip under his chin. She lifts him to an inflamed piece of her cunt. "Concentrate on-- oh god," she says.

He gets the point. Toushirou eagerly laps at the swollen hood of her clit and wants so badly to stroke himself but finds himself lacking while multitasking. He can come later. Right now, he just wants to see Karin squirming in ecstasy.

"Yesss," she says while pushing him by the back of his head against her. "Oh, baby, you're-- oh god," Karin's side curls towards her hips. One of her hands covers her mouth while she moans. He grabs her wrist and pries it off her. Instead, she props herself on her elbows and shakes. "Oh, that's good honey, that's good..."

He could purr like a cat now. Her approval has always given him stirrings, but this makes him drip.

"Keep it up, just like that," she says. He picks up the pace and she smacks him. "I didn't say faster, I said to-- ohhh, you're a quick study, Toushirou, you're a-- oh my god--"

She falls onto her back and her legs extend. He knows she said to keep doing as he was, but he pushed up her hood with his thumb to reveal the head of her clit and rubs it with his tongue. She pushes him hard against her, fingers splayed against the back of his head like she palms a basketball, and pleads, screams, for him to keep going until her breath is gone and all that's left are long moans. She writhes as he rides through her climax, milking it for everything, for every appraisal he'll receive once she finishes.

She pushes him off her cunt and he catches strings of her orgasm before licking his lips. She bites her lip with a heady gaze. "That... that was... wow," she says. His chest swells and he smirks. "Go rinse your mouth out. We're not finished."

Toushirou wants to keep the taste a little longer, but he's beholden to Karin's orders, functionally enslaved to her whims. He rinses his mouth before blotting his face dry and staring at his erection in the mirror in the bathroom. There's a wet trickle meandering towards his sac. He's got no idea where this is going but likes it. She could collar him and he'd be damn grateful.

He returns to Karin's bedroom to find her on all fours with her ass in the air. Toushirou runs his fingers through his hair and turns away with a string of swears.

He definitely could've seen this coming, and it's something he wants, but this is his first time. He knows from whatever gross boy-talk from the academy and the office that men don't last long. She's way out of his league and this is probably the most terrifying thing to end tonight would be to come prematurely. And, yeah, she's come already, and he's definitely going to come, but it seems unfair to take a pounding and not get anything out of it.

Karin finds him outside the door. Her eyebrows are upturned. "Did I come on too strongly?" she asks.

"What? No," he replies, "I'm just... really, really close to finishing and it's... it's embarrassing."

"Don't be embarrassed," she says. Her palm glides across his shoulders. "It's... I mean, I've fingered myself, but it hasn't really gone anywhere. This is for you, honey. I wanna fuck you."

He blows air through his lips. He knows she doesn't mean to, but there is something spectacularly seductive about how it's said. Maybe it's the candor.

He kisses her before she pushes him inside. Karin pulls him onto her like a blanket. They part from their kisses, only briefly, so Toushirou can feel for her entrance with the head of his cock in hand. He thinks he's found it for a moment and slides forward, but it's only her lips and she laughs when he slips onto her pubic bone. It makes him hot with shame.

"Hey, it's okay, here." Karin folds her knees to her chest. It spreads her and gives him better access. Toushirou is easily able to slip inside of her.

The clinical technicalities are easily described. She's soaking wet and pillowy. The feeling, on the other hand, is ineffable. He moans as warmth and relief and need overcomes him, and inadvertently gyrates. Toushirou has to anchor himself on his forearms on either side of her head and take a breather.

"Are you okay?" she asks.

"Better than okay, I'm just trying not to come just yet," he says as he lays his forehead on her breast. The hum Karin utters gives him the impression she's impatient and his performance anxiety returns.

He kisses her with tongue and slowly rolls his hips forward. Her splayed hands run down his spine and onto his buttocks, where her fingers and nails dig crescents into him. He pushes his weight onto his hands to free his bottom side of his weight for thrust. The friction of pistoning into her is ecstasy. Toushirou moans, hard, basking in her. Karin's hands float onto the back of his shoulders and she joins in Toushirou's noise-making. He parts to see her eyes have shut.

"Harder," Karin tells him, and it sends electricity down his spine. Toushirou picks up the pace and the sound of clapping flesh-on-flesh and the squeal of her box spring.

"God, yes," Karin hisses. Her arms fall back, so Toushirou pins her legs up by the backs of her knees and resumes. His back and abs burn, but god, does he feel great. He feels his orgasm build and coil inside of his pelvis. "Oh, don't fucking stop, Toushirou, you're-- oh god," she continues while writhing. Karin founds herself while her eyelids flutter. Her gorgeous, steel-gray irises have rolled into the back of her head.

The visage makes him snap and he shakes. For a moment, his rhythm stutters while ejaculating. It's like high tide overcomes him, an orgasm better than whatever mediocre results onanism gives him. But he can't stop. At minimum, he wants the bragging rights to making her come twice in less than ten minutes, and be able to prove it to a skeptical audience.

For the second time that night, Karin tremors and chokes and utters long, deep, hoarse moans, as musical as her squealing bedsprings. She's shivering around him, milking his cock, and it's like a dam breaks.

He tries to keep pace while spilling into her, so Karin's orgasms can be as good as his is, because it's magical. It's the best thing he's felt in years.

It ends. He falls onto her mattress and pants like he ran a marathon. Karin swings her arm over him and kisses his eyelids.

"You're a fucking Olympian," she giggles while turning onto her back. He likes how her breasts jiggle.

"I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did," he confesses while rubbing his cheek against her pillow. Her praise makes him flutter inside. "The fuck did we wait so long to do this?"

"Oh, I would've been so bad."

"The great part of owning a pussy is the impossibility of being bad in bed from what I've been told."

She laughs. "Fair enough... let's wash up. I need to run out for some morning-after pills."

He looks down at his flaccid penis. "Does this even, like, work like that?"

"Good point. I'm not sure... I'll ask Urahara-san. Can you start the bath for me while I call?"

It feels weird to talk to Kisuke about their sex life, but there's no one else to ask, so he starts the bath. She comes back a few minutes later and pulls her hair tie out and shakes out her hair. She's beautiful like this, he thinks. He'll never understand why men complain about their wives. Karin kisses him, tells him he doesn't have any potency, and Toushirou's pretty certain he wouldn't care either fucking way, because this woman is the one of his dreams.

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sweet as pie

✗ — summary : zero two loves sharing her interests with you, including her favorite snacks during the fall season.

✗ — themes : gender neutral reader, reader is a parasite, fluff, spoiler-free, established relationship, food mentions.

✗ — taglist : @g-ghostic-basil

REBLOGS ARE WELCOME AND APPRECIATED !

“What did you say this was again?”

“Apple crisp—that’s what the humans called it long, long ago.”

Slender legs swung back and forth, boots brushing against the back of yours and leaving a refreshingly cool breeze in its wake. Every now and again her heel would bump into yours, but you didn’t mind or realize such until it nudged your foot out from where it was settled against the grass. One arm was wrapped over your shoulders and made itself home there, her opposite hand expertly fiddling with a fork that scraped against the metal tin before you. Zero Two had finally stopped the swaying that left your heart falling out of your chest in fear that she would get hurt, but that didn’t persuade the hand around her hip to move. In fact, she seemed to rejoice in the touch. Her touch was so new and unabashedly physical that it still took some getting used to, but you couldn’t say you didn’t like having the love of your life so close.

When she presented the offer to join her for a new snack she found after a disappearing act, you didn’t have a reason to say no. Zero Two looked so excited that you didn’t want to be the one to change that, even if your favorite activity was waiting for you elsewhere, so you agreed. Promptly ignoring Ichigo’s pointed and suspicious look as the two of you passed by, your girlfriend clasped your hand in hers and guided you out the front door, quickly ending up in the courtyard where a small table sat in the center with small decorations and cutlery top with a single chair pushed into it. She let go to gesture to it proudly, keenly watching every twitch of your expression and asking how you liked it. You stopped asking questions like “Where did you get this?” long ago, but she must have read your mind because she winked and pressed a finger to her lips.

You weren’t really sure what you were looking at when she slid you the most generous slice of...well, whatever this was. It wasn’t like anything you had seen before, and you briefly wondered if this was a food meant for adults. Your cluelessness must have been embarrassingly obvious because she started to giggle, laughter gentle on the ears and soft like wind chimes. It was round like a cake, but strangely flat, less squishy around the outside, and lacked any kind of frosting. There were some sort of golden brown crumbs along the top that made it difficult to see what was beneath it or what it was until Zero Two took a knife to it and plopped your piece in front of you. Slices of baked apples layered on top of one another slid out and were coated in some sort of golden syrup that was neither honey or what Zorome slathered on his pancakes.

She seemed to take satisfaction from your overall positive response because she dropped into your lap seconds after you sat down and started digging in herself.

“I have to say,” she started as she licked the sugar syrup from her fork. “I wasn’t much of a fan before, but I think I have a new appreciation for it!”

“Oh yeah? What made you change your mind?”

She peered down at you with an impishness she didn’t bother in trying to hide and you could only prepare yourself for whatever she had up her sleeves. She wrapped her other arm around you and abandoned the utensil with an unceremonious flick of her wrist, pulling you close until your chest was pressed against hers. Her breath washed over your skin and caused the hair on your arms to raise, a strange fluttering coiling within your stomach that you were still getting used to, like most concepts she introduced you to.

“Isn’t it obvious, darling? I’m eating it with you. Although...” Her free hand came up from the base of your neck and crawled up to your chin with a near ticklish touch, tipping your head upwards just a little higher. “Who’s to say I won’t eat you up, too?”

The intensity in her gaze caused you to stammer out a response—or try to, at the very least, but nothing came out coherent or comprehensible. Zero Two didn’t seem to mind, her impishness settled into something akin to prideful satisfaction as she flicked a lock of pink over her shoulder. You wondered just how truthful that question was, but you knew she wouldn’t actually do that. She tipped her head and let her eyes flutter, your noses brushing together. Assuming she was going in for a kiss, you leaned in to reciprocate it but you were met with empty air and your disbelieving eyes wandered upwards to her. She turned away and sat a bit straighter, but you could see the trembling of her lips that started to chip at her composure. She released your face and the two of you the same space as before, that was to say very little to begin with.

Zero Two knew what she was doing and that went without question, but she was busy cutting up another piece of her admittedly tasty snack to pay your lighthearted and ultimately playful glare much mind. If she noticed then she chose to ignore it. Instead and happily oblivious to any sort of self-restraint when it came to her snacks, she scooped up yet another generous helping of this apple crisp along the tongs and held it out to you with an infectious smile.

“Now, open wide, darling!”

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