I can't help it! He melts my world

So, I'm a little obsessed with Ichigo Kurosaki and I'm gonna have fun with it :)

[obsessedwhim]

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Hello! This is where every fanfic I do will end up listed for easier access, have fun and thank you for reading :) Also, feel free to make any request.

The Fullbring Beginning's

Sweet Treat

Made It!

Paperwork

Only If You Do

Weird One

A Lill Tied Up

Running for Romance

Office Time

Late Night Shift

Kidnapped

Sisters

A Lovely Evening

Kitchen Clean

Summoning Hour

Boom

Nap

Zero

Come Home Soon

Creepy

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Fandom Kombat 2025 (fandom Bleach 2025) - Accept it and relax

[heartsfrombunny]

𝜗𝜚 𐙚 ★ ✶ “Look on the bright side!” Orihime said a little breathless, her eyes wide to showcase her enthusiasm. Everyone, including yourself, looked at with the girl with shocked, widened eyes. Chad and Ichigo, who were still panting from the running you all did, quickly shut the garage door. It made everyone else flinch or wince from how loud the metal hit the ground. The incoming sound of banging soon met afterwards made you huddle up against Orihime and Rukia. Uryu ran to keep the garage door shut with Ichigo and Chad. “They won’t be able to get In.” Orihime finished in a shakey breath.

Your shirt was covered up in dried blood. Not your own; random peoples blood that managed to get smeared on you when you began to run away with your friends. It was chaos, you didn’t understand what was going on. No one understood what was going on. One minute, you were enjoying a shopping trip at the mall with your friends, the other minute, people were screaming and shoving one another out the way. Sacrificing strangers for their own life’s. It was terrifying.

“What the hell was that.. thing?!” Rukia questioned. Her hands were covered in blood from trying to help a poor women who fell into her arms. Some of the girls blood smeared onto her white, elegant summer dress. Her hair was a mess and the sweat made some of the strands stick to her face. Completely contrasting the elegance she carried herself in.

That “thing” Rukia was referring too was a man. He looked alive — sounded alive too. But he was acting inhuman, growling at Rukia, his hands wanting to tear into her. He sounded in pain but he also sounded hungry. He was limping his way over to her from across the small store you were all getting trapped in. It wasn’t just that man either, it was a group of them. Groaning and running towards those who were still speaking properly.

“I don’t think he was alive..” you mumbled, shaking your head. It was still hard to breathe, you ran more than you had ever have. You were pushing yourself, you needed too. You didn’t want to end up like those inhumane things that were just endlessly running, groaning in agony but growling in hunger. Your legs didn’t hurt, it was your lungs. It was hurting to breathe in or to let any breathe out, you had to crouch over. You coughed a little, which also added to the stinging pain you felt in your lungs.

“They’re everywhere.” Ichigo whispered. He was the one covered in blood the most, haven pushed almost everyone out of the way to get the rest to safety. He had the most adrenaline rush amongst you all, not having a care about anyone else but you guys. He didn’t even know he had the strength to lift a garage door all by himself. “How..” you breathed out, pushing yourself to stand up from your crouching over position. Your knees slowly sliding up from resting on your knees to your hips. “How are we going to get out of here?”

The question hung around in the air. It seemed impossible, especially with the ongoing yelling on the other side of the door. The banging kept happening against the metal, causing such a loud sound. To you — to everyone, it sounded louder than it was. Fear overtaking the body and making everything become much more exaggerated. Giving everyone that fight or flight response, but, no matter how each and every one of you begged for it to be fight, or even flight. It was freeze.

With all the banging, growling, groaning, and screaming. It made you all freeze in your spot, even if you felt every nerve in your body yell at you to run, you stayed in the same position. Hearing all those noises, made your stomach churn and your heart race. Where would you go anyways? Where do you run to, Home?

“You saw..” Orihimes shaken voice erupted the eery silence. She had to swallow first before continuing. “How that guy was just.. tearing that women apart? Eating her.”

That was the reality the rest of you didn’t want to face or make sense out of. People eating other people. In broad daylight, on a random weekend. At a mall, acting all.. monster like. Because what then? What happens now? What do you do? Walking outside of this mini store just meant danger, it meant facing whatever the hell those people are now. The possibility of having to.. kill someone for your own safety.

“Maybe..” Uryu spoke up, licking his lips. “Maybe we can wait it out. See in a couple of hours if it calms down.” “Those things..” you pointed with your chin, towards the garage door. Where the banging was still happening but less and less. “Will still be out there once the chaos ends.”

Chad was the only one who hadn’t spoke. Not because he mentally checked out. He was looking around the store, looking for resources, anything that can become a weapon. He was the one who had the fight response. “We look for sharp things or anything that can..” he didn’t finish the sentence, but everyone knew what he implied. His deep voice was calm, unlike everyone else’s that sounded so shaken and out of breathe.

“Does it really have to resort to that?” You questioned — more so winced. The thought of having to do that to somebody, even if they were running at you full speed to rip you apart. It seemed.. unrealistic. Nothing about this seemed real. “It’s you or them.” Ichigo answered, “and I rather much be it them.”

You nodded. After what seemed like eternity of staying frozen, you started to feel your body again. Your nerves, your anxiety. Swallowing all of it down your throat, you turned around to look at what the store carried. Unironically, you guys ended up at a jewelry store. None of what was being sold could do you any good at surviving. Except the glass that was protecting the jewelry.

Ichigo could see it in your face while you looked over at the jewelry cases. The look of finding nothing of use. “We haven’t checked the back.” He tried his best to talk soft, having the conscious thought that his usual rough tone wouldn’t work best in this situation. You looked up at him and away at the cases, nodding. “Right.” He tilted his head towards the door that read ‘EMPLOYEES ONLY.’ “Common.” You nodded, following behind.

𝜗𝜚 𐙚 ★ ✶

The best you both found were these small sharp tools that had wooden handles and some scissors. You weren’t sure how Orihime or Rukia would feel about close contact In order to.. defeat one, but Ichigo was sure enough that Chad wouldn’t mind it or himself. He wasn’t so sure about Uryu. When you walked out from the employees room, Orihime was wrapping fabric around a shattered glass piece.

The fabric was a part of her shirt that you now noticed, was ripped. The glass shard being from the glass cases you were starting at mere half an hour ago. All of it just shattered onto the ground, tiny and big pieces. Nonetheless, you gave Orihime the pair of scissors. “Best to have.. two weapons.” You advised when she looked at you a bit confused, showcasing the makeshift knife with the glass.

You decide to give the sharp tool to Rukia, she seemed like she’d be better at using it than scissors. She sat on the floor, bitting on her thumb nail. Her brows were turned downwards, she looked focused, concentrated. You followed her gaze and was met with the garage door. You assumed she was listening to the sound, the banging.

“It’s becoming less and less.” She explained, looking away from the metal door and down at the tool you gave her. “Maybe it will be somewhat safe for us to leave.” “Maybe.” You agreed quietly, nodding. Wanting the girl the feel somewhat hopeful. You wanted to feel hopeful, you wanted to think that such an outbreak would call for military. That maybe all this overthinking you are having, is for nothing and the minute you step out of the mall, there will be soldiers and doctors outside.

For now, you decided to sit on the ground where there was no glass shards. Next to Rukia, holding onto your tiny sharp tool tightly and stare at the metal garage door. Wishfully hoping all this is just a day thing and that when you step out of this mall, there will be help outside.

(Hello :3 so, I might make this a series to like the detective Ichigo one. This is gonna be like ‘the last of us’ apocalypse bc I loved the games so much and season two has been airing so I’ve just been fixated and thought “why not collide?” I hope you like this idea!)

[ichibf]

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ you thought you were ready.

you had said you were ready.

but the moment the thick, flushed head of ichigo’s cock had pressed inside you, just barely stretching your entrance, your whole body tensed. the burn, the pressure—it wasn’t unbearable, but it was too much, and panic flickered in your chest like a small, sharp flame.

ichigo felt it immediately.

his grip on your hips tightened, his whole body locking up as he froze, holding himself completely still. his voice was tight, strained, but gentle. “baby?”

you swallowed hard, your fingers clenching around his shoulders. “…it’s too big.”

a sharp inhale.

then—without hesitation—ichigo pulled away.

you shivered at the sudden emptiness, your walls fluttering from even that brief stretch, your body aching with something unfulfilled. ichigo collapsed beside you, one arm thrown over his face, the other gripping the sheets in a white-knuckled fist.

he was still so hard.

still aching.

but he didn’t push. didn’t complain. just breathed, his cock throbbing against his stomach, flushed and leaking precum.

“…shit,” he muttered. “you’re tryna kill me, aren’t you?”

a soft, breathless laugh escaped you, though your face burned. “i—i’m sorry.”

ichigo groaned, dragging his arm off his face so he could look at you. “don’t apologize.”

your breath wavered. you knew he was holding himself back, that he wanted you, that he had been so close to finally taking you, but he had still stopped the moment you asked.

and that made the heat in your stomach coil tighter.

you hesitated, then whispered, “…can i watch?”

ichigo’s breath hitched.

for a second, he didn’t move.

then—his hand twitched, slowly wrapping around himself, his fingers curling around the thick base.

“…yeah.” his voice was lower now, rougher. “yeah, you can watch.”

your thighs clenched together as you turned onto your side, snuggling against his arm, your cheek resting on his shoulder as you stared down at the way his hand moved.

his cock was so big—thick and flushed dark at the tip, precum glistening as it beaded and dripped down his shaft. the veins along his length throbbed beneath his tight grip, his fingers flexing every time he gave a slow, measured stroke.

and the sound.

the wet, obscene sloshing of his palm gliding over his cock made your whole body burn, heat curling up your spine.

ichigo groaned, tilting his head slightly, his voice tinged with amusement. “you’re staring.”

your breath hitched, your face burning. “i-i—”

his grip tightened, his pace quickening just slightly, his cock pulsing against his palm.

and then—

he started talking.

“shit,” he muttered, his voice strained, his breath breaking at the edges. “just thinking about how tight you were—fuck, baby, you barely even got the tip in, and you were squeezing me.”

your whole body shuddered.

ichigo felt it.

his smirk deepened, his hand moving slicker, precum dripping down to his knuckles. “can’t wait for you to take all of it,” he murmured. “gonna stretch you open, get you nice and loose so you don’t have to whimper like that next time.”

your thighs clenched tight, a pitiful whimper slipping from your lips before you could stop it.

ichigo groaned, his cock jerking in his fist.

“oh, you like hearing that?” his voice was filthy now, teasing, breathless. “you like knowing how bad i wanna fuck you?”

your fingers clenched weakly around the sheets, your whole body trembling as you buried your face in his arm, whining softly. “s-stop talking like that—”

ichigo chuckled, his hips twitching slightly up into his fist, his cock pulsing. “nah,” he muttered. “i think you like it.”

his strokes turned rougher, his abs flexing as he chased his release, his teeth sinking into his lower lip. “you should see yourself right now, baby,” he groaned. “all shy, all needy—shit, i wanna ruin you.”

your breath was coming too fast now, your body burning too hot, your cunt clenching around nothing.

then—

ichigo snapped.

a low, guttural groan tore from his throat as his cock jerked hard, thick ropes of white spilling over his knuckles, streaking up his stomach as he came hard, his breath shattering in the silence.

you stared, entranced, watching the last few spurts drip down the length of his shaft.

for a long moment, the room was silent.

then—ichigo exhaled, his head tilting toward you, his grin lazy, satisfied.

“you,” he muttered, voice still rough, breathless, “are so lucky i love you.”

you whined, burying your face against his shoulder, your body still trembling, still aching.

ichigo laughed, rolling over and tucking you against his chest, his lips brushing against your temple.

“don’t worry,” he murmured. “next time, we’ll go as slow as you need.”

[snafutofu]

i think ichigo all grown up still wakes up from nightmares lmfao💀💀

[stangergorya]

"Bleach: Thousand-Year Blood War" is coming out, and I'm nostalgic for the first episodes.

[weird-dere-writes]

Ichigo Kurosaki could not be a pillow prince to save his life sobs

He just can't control himself when he feels so connected to you.

Try as you might to tell and remind him to be still, because a little treat was much deserved on his part for being so so good to you, after a minute or two he will be schmoving.

Mans has to really focus on remaining still when he's inside you, if you request it. Like you will be riding him, and his grip on you will be bruising as he tries not to move his hips. He is biting the fuck out of his lip, smoldering up at you, honey brown eyes deep, encapsulating, devouring.

You swore, if you didn't have the goal of making him feel good, that look alone would make you explode.

When his senses inevitably diminish, the more he sinks into pleasure, he is not thrusting hard by any means. He is not trying to break you up and out of your rhythm. He is not trying to take control of the situation.

If you want to be leading the way, you've got it.

He's moving with that soft suggestion of thrusting. That subtle, needy humping that has his hips trying to meet yours each time you come down on him. Enhancing the whole experience by gently nudging at that delicious spot inside you.

His heart beats for you and his hips don't lie.

Though it does make you ever so slightly want to pout, you can't truly be upset with him for it. After all, it is lovely and such a privilege to have a man who so easily falls into sync with you when you're intimate.

It's just crazy because he can still be at any other time.

When he's down between your legs, savoring every note composing your nectar, he has absolute focus on you. Despite how hot he gets doing it, he barely thrusts into the bed or tries to relieve himself. It's all about you and your pleasures.

And yet, the moment it is his turn, that restraint just *poof* disappears. The switch turns off in his brain and he just wants to feel you as much as you'll allow.

Y'may at some point just have to start a conversation asking if you could try tying him down 👀.

[kaulasalv]

More Icons about Adult Ichigo, from Bleach; Hell Arc and Kubo Official Art's

[derekscorner]

I just learned that Ichigo gets paid and the Shinigami didnt bother to even tell him.

[obsessedwhim]

The Fullbring Beginning's

This is my first chapter to the continuing story of FullBringers In Town

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She started off as a friend of Tatsuki's.

Ichigo's eyes were slow to lay upon the contrasting new student as he passed into the threshold of his morning classroom, barely here for even a week, and already Tatsuki had snatched this stranger away from their mysterious perch and into her divided friend group. Contrasting against Arisawa's black hair and Orihime's tanned skin she seemed to radiate, her skin white and hair reflecting the same glowing color back at the hanging sun, burning in jealous fury at her yellow layers. 

Sitting down at his desk with the same furrow, Ichigo's right ear twitched as Tatsuki laughed boisterously while the surrounding group fell into a giggling mess, slapping a nearby table at her new friend's jokes and he sighed at the early morning ruckus "Man Uriel, you sure are somethin' else!" One of the girls chuckled with a hand on her giggling shoulder. 

Uriel, what a strange name 'Who would name their kid Uriel?' the teen thought, cheek in hand as Ichigo watched the clouds pass by his town without any worry for things like school and stalking Soul Reapers. 

Golden eyes watched the brooding ginger from a further row until others warned of a teacher's footsteps growing nearby and the children scattered for their seating. Tatsuki waved for her new desk neighbor's attention before morning protocol began "Were you just staring at Ichigo?" she whispered. 

The bright blonde hid her speaking mouth with a covering fist, quietly mouthing the words 'Who?' and Tatsuki pointed a thumb at a nearby seat where a handsome mopy ginger disappeared through the first few minutes of his day. Pale cheeks grew warm at the question, waving an unconvincing hand Uriel attempted to hide the growing hue with a quiet snort "No" she whispered. 

Although Ichigo wasn't very present mentally at school, he was rapidly becoming physically present elsewhere as his life was turned upside down by the invasion of Rukia Kutchki and her stupid supernatural existence! Soon, Hollow hunting became a part of his day-to-day system and Rukia slowly learned the way of the high school girl. 

In her last days of being a normal young lady Rukia was ushered into a group lunch with most of the girls in her class, they all sat comfortably in the warm afternoon air and one certain curly-haired character asked the one question that had been on their minds since the Short Queen had arrived "So hey, do you have a crush on Ichigo?" 

Thus an eruption of milk and rainbows filled the air, everyone giggling at the reaction but Rukia was quick to assure that she and the lean teen were merely friends and she didn't see a future development like that, and Orihime erupted with excitement, a hand grabbing and shaking her nearby companion claiming that their chances of dating the infamous ginger just doubled and the surrounding bodies laughed at her cherry skin "I-I haven't even met the guy" she raised her brows with a sweat on her cheek "I just think he's.. really... handsome, y'know" Uriels voice cracked at the tail end of her confession and the others groaned around her "Every time with this one" 

A bright grin split across her face as she picked up a nearby fizzy drink "I'm just saying, physically- he's totally my type" the blonde shrugged, eyes rolling around her "And I'm perfectly comfortable never speaking to my attractive classmate" 

"I'll get you two to talk one of these days!" Tatsuki attacked from behind and the pair collapsed into a wrestling match. 

Ichigo gazed at his calloused hand, the hand that failed to protect. 

Memories of Chad's shredded arm and an absolute beatdown enacted by one of Aizen's stupid Hollow warriors flashed through his swollen head meat, a shooting pain stabbed through his flinching eye and the boy failed to hold back a grunt. 

"Uh....hey" came an uncertain tone from the side, turning with a narrow gaze to the footlocker next to him where burning golden eyes stared from the hanging metal door, flickering at the Kurosaki's plain gaze "You uhhhhh.. okay?" 

Quick to shove away his school shoes the young male couldn't bear any more talks today, everyone had already mentioned how different he was acting and the bandages did not help the mysteriousness of it all. The girl twitched behind her locker door attempting to murmur out some sort of sentence, unsure how to act around a wounded Ichigo but he answered over her fumblings "Yeah, I'm fine" 

"Wait- hold up!" 

Her tone snapped for the ginger's attention, which she gained and Uriel's heart punched at her ribcage as Ichigo's heavy gaze mulled over his shoulder "I.. didn't see you eat any lunch today" 

"Huh? What you stalkin' me or somethin'" Ichigo held his bag over his shoulder with every ounce of the persona he had left, just because he sucked right now didn't mean he had to stop acting cool for his image, admittedly masking grumpier than usual but instead of a reply a banana was tossed at his bandaged temple "Ow, what the hell's your problem!" he held the fruit at the bright girl accusingly where her scrunched features turned away to put on her own shoes "Problem? Seems like you're the only one with a problem right now" Uriel grumbled to herself but the Substitute Reaper's ears twitched at her quiet voice, and all he could do was growl at his obvious pathetic state.  

Tight shoulders fell at his inner monologue, can't protect the people he cares about, and can't clap back to a snide observation. He was really on a loser roll today, a sigh brought him back from the brink of his own mind "Whatever" she groaned to the empty air with an embarrassed flush, speeding past the frozen ginger without another word shared. 

'I should just keep to admiring from afar' 

Uriel scribbled in her notebook, copying homework at the time when she needed it most. Just before class began. 

A thump divided her concentration and a strange wrinkling noise was dropped into her lead-smudged pages, honey-yellow orbs blinked at the wrapped banana bread product, a grey uniform unblurring as she raised her vision higher and there Ichigo stood in all his orange glory with furrowed brows and crossed arms "There, now I don't owe you anything" 

Spinning to leave his good deed for the day, the moron couldn't even make it a handful of steps closer to his own seat before a soft crunch came from the back of his head. Turning to find the gifted banana bread at his heels.

Spiking his hazel gaze at a casual and writing Uriel, as if she had never been interrupted in the first place, the young Kurosaki snatched the treat from the floorboards below with a stiff march back to her desk and shoved the bought goods to sit between the dip of her pages. 

The sitting body sighed at the inconvenience of it all "I dont like Banana Bread" Uriel slid the sealed bun back and asked for peace "Try again tomorrow, I gotta get this homework done" 

Ichigo held his gift with a fussy groan but he knew the importance of late homework, having much of it himself and so the banana bread was taken back for his snacky feelings later in the day. 

Rain blessed the Town of Karakura in gentle cold kisses despite today's forecast promising nothing but sunny skies, yet Ichigo couldn't really gather the energy to care about his soaking clothes as he lay in the soggy grass. With both every care he had ever had bubbling in his beating chest and an empty brain, he couldn't stand thinking about it anymore but it was hard to not wander away from the dreary scenery before him. Though the ginger attempted to bask in the freedom of being at the end of his Soul Reaper career, the thought never crossed his mind that it would be this hard to stop caring about it all, until now but.. this is what he wanted this, right? No ghosts or scary creatures, living each day the same until the young Kurosaki's mind would once again sink with all his heaviest thoughts. 

A red umbrella was held above the male's metaphorically drowning head, sparse droplets now only attacking his spread legs. 

Peachy eyelids flickered open at the change of color and Ichigos' narrowed orbs rolled at the reveal, leaning weight on his elbow Ichigo raised his body to sit upright "Oh, it's you"

A smaller body sat on the slanted hill and a plastic bag crinkled at its impact "Yeah, it's me"

The pair kept quiet, watching the rippling tide of the river nestled in the dip of the valley. Ichigo's peaceful view was ruined by a crackle and bubble by his side, irritated eyes slid to see Uriel sipping at a milk carton with a sandwich in hand, her widened eyes glanced between the snack and the boy once she noticed his watching, her pinching lips not letting up their sucking action until the straw burst from the pressure. 

"Yoooou uh... want some?" Uriel gestured down at the filled branded supermarket bag, Ichigo went to say no- he did but the allure of a half-eaten tuna sandwich was almost too much for his empty gargling stomach to pass up, and the breaded snack was handed over with a snort. 

The two sat in their strange silence as they hid from the busy world below a nylon brolly despite the rain ending and the sun slowly spilling through dividing clouds. Uriel glanced at Ichigo's long hands, promising it would be the last till she noticed how much thicker his wrists were compared to hers. Eyes back at the racing river, and then moving for another steal at his perfect features but this time she forgot to look away "You want something?" 

'You're so pretty' she wanted to blur, but the smaller of the two could already feel the shame spreading through her curled body "Would you um- do you, if you'd like to.. want to.. hang out or-or whatever" Uriel prayed to all the angels that she would be able to make her next sentence coherent, she could see the stuttered question roll through his thoughts until heavy eyes glanced at the mushy grass below "Sorry but, I better get going I.. promised my sister I'd be home in time for dinner this time and I'm already late" 

"Oh.. pft yeah, sure no prob Bob" A waving hand scattered as the ginger stood to leave but still, her offer seemed sincere, weird but sincere. Another foot dragged him closer to the concrete path but he stopped and turned to give a half-hearted smile at the shrunken Uriel "Thanks though" and he left, a white owl-eyed teen left behind with a skip in her heartbeat as they both waved with a promised 'See ya' 

Uriel's wave grew slower as Ichigo's body became smaller, the details of his body growing blurry until he eventually vanished over the green hill with one more final wave at the red umbrella "See you" her quiet words trickled from a dry throat. 

[obsessedwhim]

Sweet Treat

Quick footsteps paced through an empty town late at night, arms tight around you as bitten lips rolled and split to take in deep, uneven breaths.

Doing everything in your power to stop your mouth from falling into a painful arch. And with you out in the open like this, you were hopeful that it would strengthen you from having a terrifying breakdown.

So focused on the twister of emotions within, your vision blurred perfectly enough that it was hard to take notice of the oncoming bench.

And just like the fanny you believed yourself to be, you bent your knee so perfectly wrong that the hardwood of outdoor seating spliced through the gap of the right knee's patella and tibia.

An exemplary sweet spot for instant pain.

An entire torso's worth of muscles strained as the attack struck. Your throat clenching to smother a monster of a scream.

Your bones collapse as you attempt to breathe in only once; you just can't take it anymore. One hand slapped across dry lips as the other squeezed your knee, if only to bring you a short moment of peace. Both legs had been shaking from the awkward squat you found yourself in.

Tears finally fell and escaped their swollen barriers, easing you for a second before you realised what was happening.

"God... why", you sobbed, falling to the cold concrete below with the grace of a cardboard cutout and leaned into the scene of the crime. Wounded knee kept at a stretched bend to not anger its soiled joint.

The other knee came up with a quiet creak, and you bowed an aching skull, arms raising to hide your pitiful cries. Teeth grit to contain the machine flesh raging from within. Fuming at the unluckiness of it all.

You tried so hard to not let it all get to you, but the human body could only contain such powerful emotions for so long, and you had yet to fully cry at your current losses.

A Partner of Ten Years, ten whole fricken' Years! And you introduce him to one best friend who had just moved back into town, and Boom! Like a bad joke none saw coming, he left you. Dust in the wind, off to be cradled in her romanticised touch.

As if you were never anything to him in the first place.

Good thing he left you without notice, lest you lose yourself and try to claw out his perfect eyes.

For a second, your shoulders slumped in your pile of pathetic clutches 'Why even care? Why should I be upset when I did nothing wrong?'

'BECAUSE?? YOU LOVED HIM?? Gave him everything you had, even!'

Shoulders raised, fingernails dug into your one working leg, scratching away at the jean fabric covering your shin. Until your fingers grew heavy and you wanted your limbs to fall apart.

'I mean... sure yeah I- but it's not like-' Much like Jenga, you wish you were a bunch of blocks because board games don't have to deal with life-shattering realities.

'Shut up, shUT THE FUCK UP. SHUT. UP. STOP!'

Your strength came back in muscle-breaking waves, and you were sure you could break this bench if you tried hard enough. 'Don't let some... M A N rot you from the inside because that's TOO EASY, YOU DON'T DESERVE EASY!'

A black shadow peered from a rooftop, watching as you constricted and loosened. 'That can't be healthy, ' the spectator thought, only noticing you after a strange squeal echoed from a nearby park. After bounding over a handful of buildings, there he saw you curled before the unnoticeable criminal bench that halted your late-night walk.

'Are you really gonna let your foundations collapse just because of one bump in your timeline?'

You sniffled, using a damp sleeve to wipe away tears that refused to let up. This was the beginning of the end, you thought. It was hard to not allow any of your cracked sobs to pass through your clenched throat.

"Uh.. hey there"

You yelped, the loudest noise you had made all night. Your head turned with a tilt as your soiled vision rose past purple appendages. A green coat topped with strangely bright hair pulled you from the inner voices and their rants about current events and how you shouldn't let your horrible, pathetic self fall apart.

Cold night air refreshed your tired lungs, and you blinked a couple of times as the stranger moved to take a seat next to you, his bending legs missing the bench and sitting on the cold ground with an arm's length between the two of you.

"Yooou... okay?"

"Yeah, just... a rough day at the office, y'know?" You snorted through a blocked nose, shrugging as sleeves wiped away at the water barriers between your eyes and the stranger's features.

"Don't you work in a sandwich shop?"

Taking in a stifling breath once more, you turned to meet the pinched features of a familiar ginger. "Oh, it's you. Hello, Mr. Customer. You turned away quickly. Why did such an attractive customer have to find you in such a state at an hour like this? You must look like such a weirdo.

Ichigo frowned, he wasn't used to seeing you in any other state than unbearing cheeryness. Even from a whole building away, Ichigo was able to recognise you.

He thought about how strange it was to see you out of your regular setting, how much smaller you looked despite the baggy clothes hanging from you. Ichigo sighed with an awkward tilt of his head.

The next few minutes were filled with sticky conversation. It's not like Ichigo knows how to comfort someone he's barely talked to, and he doesn't even really know what's upset you in the first place.

You cackled at something he said, your dry laugh filling the empty street till your hand slapped over your smiling mouth. Voice lowering to a hushed giggle, "Oh god, that was so loud"

Ichigo stifled his own laugh, but you pointed out how his face strained at the act. He breathed out the funny and did his best to keep his composure. You really were loud.

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Ichigo waited for you on a street corner, hazel eyes glancing over a shoulder at his reflection for only a short moment, but the ginger huffed and fixed his shirt for the third time since he'd arrived. Fingers rinsing and raking through his orange hair to perk his spikes up just right. You mentioned how you liked his hair that one morning.

He took in a deep breath, and a grip around the sunflowers that he had brought grew sweaty. A great icebreaker and gift, Ichigo was sure you said sunflowers were a favourite plant.

"Hey, gorgeous"

The male spun on the spot, quickly turning to meet your raised vision, and his face nearly exploded with blood.

God, you were cute, it was almost too much. Ichigo's heart clenched, but he hadn't yet realised you took notice of the flowers.

Your hand covered his circling grip and lips pressing against the corner of his jaw, "How's the most wonderful man in the world doing today?"

Okay, now he was definitely about to explode. Stream rising and ears turning red. Lips wriggling as he did his best to welcome you.

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Ichigo had been making his way through some paperwork he brought home, but it was way past noon, and you knew he hadn't even attempted to head to the kitchen for some food.

It was too nice a day to spend locked away in his office, not when you were out here.

You sighed from said kitchen. Leaning on the doorframe with a hand, pinching at your chin.

What should you make your beloved for his lunch? You wondered with a hum and turned to head into the sun's rays stretching from the front window.

Though Ichigo was deep in concentration, it was hard to miss a bowl of spicy karashi being set in the middle of the dinner table.

Ichigo's eyes shone at the familiar bright yellow goo and glanced up at you with hope in his tired gaze "Are you... making Mentaiko?"

"Sure am", you glowed like some sort of beautiful food angel "I've cut the fish, just waiting on the rice now", and you walked away as if it were nothing, but secretly, deep within your heart, your heart lunged at Ichigo's adorable features.

You hoped he'd be okay with you joining him for lunch because there was simply nowhere you wanted to be more than with him, even if it was just for lunch.

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Though most of your morning was spent canoodling with a more cuddly than usual ginger, you stood before a till and kept yourself busy with customers, cleaning, and restocking.

It was a nice day of sunshine and music filling the small business from a random radio.

A coworker had come from the back kitchen and asked if you'd like to take a break, and you were never one to decline lunch.

You hummed and sparkled as you constructed the perfect sandwich and picked out a slice of strawberry and chocolate cheesecake. Your work pal snickered at your sudden shift to favouring strawberry desserts, and there wasn't one bone in your body that would disagree "I guess he really is the Love of My Life" You smiled down at the slice of berry garnishing your dish "I miss him!"

"Get over it already, the fanny's probably on his way to see you right now" They waved a dramatic hand "Shout on me if there's a customer, would ya, I gotta get some stuff from the back"

"Sure thing!" You made your way to a favoured booth, with enough room for two.

The door to the cafe rang, and a wide body came through with a scanning stare.

~

Ichigo found his steps were quicker than usual. He got a little too caught up at work and almost translated right through lunch!

Thank goodness for his Hollow Hunting habits, keeping him fit and speedy. Though there were a few times of nearly running into some poor pedestrian, he was so close!

Just one more corner and Ichigo would make it to your place of work, of course, slowing to fix his clothes before stepping through the shiny glass door.

The bell rang, and his ember gaze found you quickly, but you hadn't noticed him yet. You're attention is taken away by a large being kneeling before you with a strong grip keeping you from retreating farther into your booth.

"Please, Baby, I miss you so much. I always loved you, y'know?" The stranger's voice was padded and sweet, "It was always you", but his grip slid from your wrist to your forearm, and there was no way Ichigo would let those grimy fingers gain another inch.

He was close to yanking the fiend away, but said fiend screeched and cried and screamed for his dear hand, where an unused fork splintered from his skin. Popping from the shallow wound and ringing against the hardwood floor as he turned with a growl, "What The HELL?! You Crazy BITCH!"

"Don't Make Me Use My Knife!" You held up a rather threatening butter knife, meant for your sweet treat, but some would say revenge may be even sweeter.

"You Shithead! You Better Leave Right Now!"

Ichigo knew about what this Ex had done, how he'd treated you, and stepped to the side as- you named him perfectly- Shithead stumbled and winced in his rush to leave the establishment.

"Ah! I'm so sorry everyone!" you apologized to local patrons with a deep bow and red face, but a few of them clapped at the experience "Dinner and a show, well done," A customer told, others soon agreeing.

You sprang from your bow, and tears welled at the side of your eyes.

A smile split through your hot cheeks, almost at a melting point, as Ichigo came from behind with a curve in his brow and a gentle hand on your shoulder "Are you alright?"

You didn't know if you had any teeth left to bear. Leaning in with a hand covering his, you said, "I am now, everything's just perfect"

[obsessedwhim]

Made It!

Alarms blared meanly through dreams that felt more like memories, but the brain in the sleepy soup was quick to recall that it was, in fact, a Thursday, and at around 09:00 AM is when one would be considered late for school.

And so the screams of anxiety caused your limp body to flash your veins with energy. It wasn't too long before a storm of quilts, teddies, and pillows were thrown into the air as your worried-filled yelps followed you through your morning routine.

A handful of No's littered your teeth brushing time. The pooling denial kept with you as hair was combed and shoe lacers were tied into untieable knots- but that was something that could be dealt with once the familiar shoe locker arrived in sight.

You yelled your departing words to mumbling parents who could barely catch your sweet farewells due to the bell on your bike ringing. The handlebars of the mobile device slipped from your sweaty palms and fell to the path ahead of you and a few toes were caught by the balancing rods, after a moment of hopping around you grabbed at the hurtful handles and yanked your steed upright. "Alright, time to go!"

One foot after the other you bullied your way through the bustling streets of Kurrakara Town and gained speed as tactfully scattered hills bolstered your pace, much to the disdain of the street-walking folk but there would be nothing that could slow you down!!

Aside from a few alarms not making their daily marks.

Streets grew narrow as shops and cafes were swallowed by homes aligned with bushes and clean fencing, familiar street signs caught your wide gaze and you took a sharp turn. Holding your wrist before you where a digital watch blinked at you with the current time, "Yes! I bet we won't be late Today!" A cheer came, your toothy grin growing as you wheeled closer to a familiar family business. A teen stood in front of Kurakara's classic Kurosaki Clinic, with the classic Kurosaki Frown.

"You're late" The skinny ginger raised a brow at your arrival and you couldn't help but scrunch your curved eyebrows into a mean profile. After all that hard work peddling through busy streets, holding back laboured breaths that wheezed through your lungs.

"Fine then, walk to school like some sort of.. peasant!" You threw your nose in the air and readied to ride yourself away to a perfect arrival record. Before any of your loan pedals could begin the being next to you couldn't help but throw his prayers high in the air, begging for patience.

"Alright already, I'm sorry" Ichigo's eyes rolled as he made himself comfortable on the pegs added to each side of the back wheel.

The young man threw his bookbag on top of your own in the front basket before grabbing your shoulders lightly. Thank goodness he thought you were tensing from being spooked.. because it certainly wasn't because his fingers dug into the small space between your shoulders and collarbone. Big eyes stole a glance at his lengthy fingers which doubled at the shortness of your own.

"Heeeey, hurry up already" Ichigo shook you by the bones of your torso "I don't want my Dad seeing this"

You thought you made it up, but once your vision had seen his cheeks keep their red stain there would be no way to hide your laugh as you hightailed yourself and your bike buddy to the very gates of hell. The same gates that you would soon be biking away from in but a few mere hours. Ichigo's fist shook as he growled about your dangerous driving, swallowing his rage to gulp once the last and largest hill of your journey began curving from the horizon. "H-hey, we're not going down there, right?" his squeaky break came from behind and your brain lavished the thought of Ichigo's skin growing pale from the nerves, but when his wide gaze met your glance it was too late before your precious tyre slipped over and nose-dived down the concrete fall.

Nimble arms wrapped around your head as you threw one appendage into the air, the other wrang at your delightful bell. Laughing as you both began slowing with your bright gaze blinking through the gap of Ichigo's circling grip. "See? We made it and school gats haven't even shut yet!" Your muffled voice came from your man-made cave and you pointed at the metal frames keeping still at the side of Kurakara highs opening. "We just gotta speed up!"

"No, no! No speeding up!" Came the boy's quirky yells, arms still around you as the wind picked gentle drops from the ginger's tear ducts. His tears littered the finishing line as you both pulled up to the front door where many students murmured about the following dirt cloud that lifted from your total gnarly drift.

"Wow, ain't nothing quite like a bike ride to wake ya up, right 'Chigo?"

A squeak came from the teen's closed throat, paused in his moment of fear before the familiar sounds of students made it past his ruptured eardrums. "You Drive Like a Crazy Person!!" Ichigo pointed his longer finger at you with accusation after accusation tumbling from his furious lips, but before any real statement could be made the devilish ring of school time bellowed through the building.

Popping upright from chaining your steed to the bike rest you clicked finger guns at your furious friend, "But we made it"

"That's not The Point!"

[obsessedwhim]

Paperwork

"Would you stop houndin' me already! I'm already sparring with you so just shut up already!" Ichigo yapped at a red-headed Lieutenant who slashed at him with a bamboo blade "Just go ahead and admit It already, ya pansy!" Renji slashed at his pal one more time with a yell, their swords crossed between stubborn gazes "How're you supposed to survive on the battlefield if you can't even ask someone out on a daTE!" the taller of the two pushed the ginger away but quickly drew close for another wave of quick attacks, which Ichigo was able to dodge and block with a mild frown all while losing ground in small steps "That's got nothing to Do With IT!"

Ichigo swung his carved stick, and if Renji hadn't leaned back in that one specific second he would have a bloodied nose which is exactly what his brawling partner was aiming for, letting out a tsk Ichigo leaned the weapon on his shoulder for a moment, using the back of his free palm to swipe at the dribble of sweat coming from his chin.

The Kurosaki's eyes flattened as Renji gave him a comfortable smirk "Well I'll be, The Almighty Ichigo Kurosaki- scared of asking a certain special someone out to dinner" his grin grew like moss on a wall but this particular gardener hated moss and threw his shinai directly at the bastard, which hit said bastard square in the face "Just go ahead and shut up already, I can't handle anyone else knowing" Ichigo scratched at his orange spikes with a groan "And with a voice as loud as yours the whole Seireitei will hear about it at this point"

"How're nyou so dure they don't all nyow awready?" Renji pinched the bridge of his nose.

Ichigo narrowed his stare suspiciously and, despite his best efforts that fucking grin sat ever present through the streams of blood on the idiot's face, teeth showing with a peak of pink gums as if the Lutennant were holding back the loudest hardest laugh of his lifetime, if even a peep came outta that loudmouth who knows what Ichigo would do.. Arson? A warm crime? Peeeerhaps mmmMMurder? Hm, nah. Rukia would probably disapprove.

"There are still some people who don't know, I have it all perfectly under control" Ichigo waved his hands in assurance but still the redhead shrugged from the smooth floor, leaning back on his arms with legs sprawled around him "But soon, everyone will know"

Renji watched as his friend seemed to pause at this moment, mulling over what could happen if you were to figure it out in some way, through sharp sense or public knowledge oh Godit would all just be so embarrassing, especially since it takes every ounce of his spiritual energy to just not merely implode when your presents nearby. The male's eyes had drifted away to the blade he threw moments before as he continued to go over every chance meeting you both had and how those chances were beginning to grow few and far between. Though Ichigo had yet to formally meet you, this crush only seemed to grow with every glance he took and every fact he learned, for a while, he thought he could settle for this distant feeling of fondness but, Ichigo was also never one to leave unfinished business- though, in his eyes was there any business to begin with? He can barely say with confidence that he knew you deeply, no saving you from horrible flashbacks or an oddly calculated Villain to protect you from, you were just some squad member who's always come across as a cheerful hardworking individual and, for some strange unknowable reason, kept stuck in Ichigo's thoughts.

He wanted to know you, that was His unfinished business.

Turning with a backdraft flame in his gaze framed with furrowed brows "All right!" Ichigo proclaimed before picking up his lost weapon and pointing it at his advisory "First I'll defeat you, and then right after I'll ask 'em out!" the ginger huffed pompously with the blade resting on his shoulder "Piece of cake!"

Renji smirked as he held his weapon before him with a smirk "Don't think I'll go down that easy, and I'll bet you chicken out as soon as you See Them TOO!" the Lieutenant yelled and once again they clashed in the middle of the bare dojo.

Truly, this battle will be one of legends.

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You wandered down a bright hallway with flittering Reaper's heading in and out of various rooms or just straight up running down the narrowed space, but not you.

Though your task was one of importance you didn't think your dear Capitan would deem it necessary much like yourself, besides- the never ending windows gave a favouring scenery of your home along with the odd bird paired with a background of the bluest sky of the week.

Blinking down at the papers you noticed a few crumples from the mishap they were included in during their processing.

Passing colleges glanced at your from, of which you hadn't noticed stopped walking, and some giggled as they noticed steam rising and rosy red ear tips.

'He picked me up'

Your gaze followed the wrinkled valleys growing from of the top of the pages where Ichigo's large fingers nipped at the end of their trail.

You felt Ichigo's fingers slip under the white ribbon of your robe and the brush of his knuckles on foundation of your tail bone as he tightened his grip.

"Gah!" You finally recalled breathing, and how one should do so. Hands had slapped at your hot cheeks in order to bring you to some form of sense.

You remembered how his collarbone met at the base of his neck when he bent over to meet your invasive gaze.

It wasn't working.

"Get a hold of yourself, we're Sixth Seat now!" You held up clenched fists with a huff "Gotta be responsible!"

Glancing to the floor in a second of recalling responsibilities you gasped at the mistake "The paPERS NoooOOOOooo!"

Collapsing to the ground like a mudslide in the rain hands scattered for the fallen pages "Can't believe this" you murmured as they came together in a, further wrinkled pile and your shoulders followed in their limp state as you released a whiney sigh.

Leavening your sorry state behind you stood with arms crossing the papers in a protective hold.

"Hey There Sixth Seat!" a cheery voice came from behind and you paired it with a screech, short and to the point as you turned with a dip in your spine "H-hello there, Lieutenant Renji"

"Sorry, didn't mean to spook you there"

Spooked you were indeed, but not just by the red head's welcoming greetings. By the ever washing ocean of spiritual energy that spilled from the friend next to him, to whom Renji held a thumb out to "You remember this guy, right?"

Though Ichigo remained calm he very much did not like this introduction already.

You eyes must have been perfect circles from pure anxiety but there was no stopping the shine of admiration swooning in your gaze "I-Ichigo Kurosaki" never has there been a more tense breathless breath of a name from someone's lips, and hearing his name spoken by you for the first time made him think this might not have been such a bad idea.

"Oh! Good, you two uh... already know each other..?" Renji quirked a brow at the ginger next to him, Ichigo never mentioned giving his name to you at any point.

"No I-I..umm"

Are you really going to say this? Was today really going to be that day for a lowly Sixth seat. Your forearms tightened and sweat dripped to the corner of your jaw "I'm a.. huge.. fan, actually" you blinked up at him bashfully through your lashes.

You wished the sheets in your hold were big enough to cover your body, a wall to hide your blushing shame.

Renji was taken aback by your answer but he was quick to recover and watched from the corner of his sight as Ichigo's jaw clenched in preparation for it hanging low, he had worked so hard for the Cool Guy™ look, and now was the time to keep it cool!

The tallest of the three sighed at his nonresponsive Substitute and gave the limp dude a sharp elbow "WOOOOooooow that's super cool right? Ichigo? That's certainly something to talk about!" He wrapped an arm around the shoulders of his leading friend "Maaaaaybeee you two should hang out and talk about cool stuff like that"

"Huh?"

Hang? Out?

Ichigo's nervous stare met Renji's stern eyes and they both had a moment of wordless solace and the young Kurosaki raised from the never-ending pits of bombardment between what could go wrong right now and what could go right.

The man of Two Blades, destroyer of Law and defeater of the madman Aizen, grew weak at the knees as he watched the red hue grow from your cheeks to across your forehead, it was so hard to not reach out and drag the back if his finger across your warm skin and curl a hair behind your rosy ear shell.

Just two blushing idiots staring at each other in the middle of a quiet hall, as if Soul Society itself were listening in on the exchange, every single Reaper on standby just to see what came next.

All aside one who didn't get the memo as the sound of running slaps echoed in the alley sized hall coming closer and closer "Sixth Seat! There you are!" a young man with brown hair released few heavy breaths before giving a respectful bow "Apologies Sixth Seat but! I've been sent to locate some missing paperwork.."

"THE PAPERWORK!" you yelped, holding said work above you before disappearing from sight "Wow! Sixth Seat is as fast as ever!" Harunobu gasped, turning to meet the very cross stare of a red headed Lieutenant "Do you have any idea how long it took us to get to this moment?!"

"Gguwaaa!! I'm So Sorry!"

[obsessedwhim]

Only If You Do

"Hey, Ichigo?"

"Hm, yeah?"

"Promise me. Promise me you'll live"

A green spear of light struck through your chest. A large creature stood behind you, leaving you to your lifeless collapse without a glance as he retrieved his weapon. Black hair drifted at the behest of an unwilling gust but his long wings split through the vengeful draft.

Ichigo, without any heart left in him, still found the spirit to watch your corpse fail to breath. Feel the cold air that stung at his silver tears. He could muster the strength to hear his friends calling for him from a whole world away. Their throats shredding as they screeched for him but now, it was only a cruel reminder that he would never hear you say his name again.

Weak knees crumpled to a hard surface and though Ichigo couldn't see its physical result, his heart had already left him. Gone to be with you instead.

A black hole ate away from the middle of the ginger's chest, his face contorting into uncanny pain as your flattened body burned itself into the back of Ichigo's unblinking eyes. His once-strong body slowly collapsed to share the same floor you lay on.

It least you both could be connected in that sense, one last time.

A smile you would bear only for him echoed through his hollow body. Only once but it was enough and a pulse of emotion filled the dying Kurosaki.

Ichigo grabbed at your wrist and dragged you close with a pompous smile, losing his grip to wrap his arm around your head and place a perfect kiss on your hairy crown.

He laughed as you turned red.

There was nothing left, nothing like you to hold back this abhorrent feeling. Ichigo's hair grew long and his body larger. The begging screams of Orihime couldn’t exist to him in this moment.

A monstrous roar filled Hueco Mundo. 

"Only if you do"

[obsessedwhim]

Weird One

Ichigo stormed his way through the Soul Society with a goal set in his eyes, glancing down each side of the street he moved in the right direction with a nod of his head. Ikkaku and Yumichika passed with a wave but the pair only received a curt reply in turn, the ginger to focused to realise this political move of slander. The squad members glanced at each other before throwing themselves over the shoulders of their friend.

"Oh hello there, Ichigo" The baldie grinned with an arm around the stiffening Kurosaki who soon cocked a brow in confusion while Yumichika leaned against his shoulder "So sorry, we didn't see you pass us and we thought we'd apologise"

"But.. I said hello" The squashed Reaper croaked as they began pulling him along, away from his desired route. Glancing between the two Ichigo knew Ikkaku was only seconds away from asking his favourite question.

Any moment now, the third seat would release his Zanpakuto and demand that Ichigo become his latest sparing partner but then a window opened, grabbing the male's attention quickly while the two bickered between themselves on what to do as a group.

Two bamboo panels swung open, and a pair of hands retracted from their finished task to slap together in satisfaction "Ahhh, much better" you hummed, it was far too nice of a day to work with closed windows you thought, turning back into the dark office you moved towards another closed window "Honestly Third Seat Yasochika, how do you work in such darkness" you asked a man sitting at his desk with many, probably important papers scattered across the counter's face, his glass covered stare raised to meet your eyes. Holding the man's strange gaze for a moment before he spoke with a finger twitching his glasses frame "I prefer working in the dark" he mentioned simply before diving back into the writing but you could only sigh at his answer "Well, today I'm bringing the light!" you cheered, opening another shadow bringer with a smile- hiding a short chuckle behind your hand as the Third Seat groaned at more rays of bright sun.

Ichigo could hear you nearby but didn't know what to do, with Ikkaku and Yumichika basically biofouling his shoulders, there would be no way to steal a moment alone with you if these two weirdos were around.

How was he going to ask you to out to lunch now?

Though it seemed Yumikicha's observational skills had already read the nonexistent room, the infamous Fifth Seat coiled a smirk before smacking a hand on the Substitute's shoulder with a proud aura "Ichigo you little scoundrel!" he giggled as the Ichigo in question began growing a bright red at the wordless accusation, Ikkaku interrupting the explosion of embarrassment crudely "Scoundrel? Well I wouldn't say he isn't a scoundrel..." he shrugged without much thought but with one nudge from his companion and a leading stare, Third Seat Madarame soon spotted a Squad Four member who happily chatted to a higher ranked officer "What? What's going on, why am I staring at this weakling?" Ikkaku questioned, his squad member groaned with fingers rubbing his temple "Idiot, they're not just a weakling now they're..." Yumichika sighed dramatically as he held a hand out to a frozen fruit "The current interest of this one"

"HAH?!" Ikkaku screeched, snapping Ichigo from his strained stature the substitute waved a hand at the two "Wow, it was so good to see you two but I.. have somewhere to be..!" the ginger flash stepped away without a second thought, well- there were maybe a few but he couldn't stay there a minuet longer! What if they tried something, what if they tried to help?? It would've been a D I S A S T E R!

Good thing he got out of there before something seriously cringe inducing happened, yep. A very good thing he left.

"Sooo, tell me about yourself" Yumichika leaned into your office with a pretty smile, which you found very strange "Me? Now why on earth would a Squad Eleven member want to know about me?" You flickered through a clipboard of notes, notes which need to be sent to Lieutenant Kotetsu.

"Well, let's say I know a.. interested party and I would... oh let's say, like... to help" he picked his words slowly to gain your interest, of course, the idea of a possible crush would be too much for anyone to pass up!

"Oh really? Be sure to tell them to send in a request form for a date since I'm busy" You read the first few lines as you passed the Yumichika-filled window and left through the door, where Ikkaku stood waiting for you with an impossible glare, staring down upon you like a God seeing imperfection for the very first time. His Hōzukimaru slanted over angled shoulders with his hands resting from the bamboo spear making him appear wider than usual, the red-eyed Seated officer leaned closer with a thoughtful hum "Really? You? Hmmmm..." Ikkaku then leaned back with a glance at Yukichika who appeared behind him "I don't get it, what's the appeal?"

"I'm at a loss myself really" the feathered beauty sighed as you glanced between them "Okaaaay, I'm... leaving now" you mentioned stiffly as you passed by the pair who still watched you with every step.

"They're cute... I guess" Yumichika offered but Ikkaku wasn't convinced "They must be incredibly powerful" he was certain about his answer but Yumichika could only counter with another loose breath "I don't think we'll ever understand that Ichigo Kurosaki"

Ikkaku nodded as they both sauntered into the sunset "He's definitely a weird one"

[obsessedwhim]

A Lill Tied Up

A bland chair creaked while he sat without much complaint, molten brown eyes watching a smaller figure lift his jaw with one soft hand, he wasn't sure what to do other than inhale a large breath along with all the details the red light gave his holder's body, watching the shadows caress you in a way he couldn't in this exact moment.

The way it seemed to amplify the lace around the scant pieces of clothing you had picked did something to the ginger, he wasn't too used to it but it seemed there would be no way to hide it from you. Despite clenching his thighs and what felt like, every single itty bitty muscle of his 5'11" meat tower in a tight grip you began to worm your around with a finger dragging along the collar of his chest and taking every slow tantalising step around your tense lover with a silly little smirk growing on dark red lips, though he only caught a glimpse Ichigo couldn't help but gulp a little at the sight.

Your fingers began massaging larger shoulders which loosened with every roll, a thick neck leaned to the side as a satisfying moan kept itself in the back of Ichigo's throat. Bones paired with twisting veins twitched and pulsed against warm skin which only grew in heat when your soft mouth brought themselves down to gift a gentle kiss.

It was as though you were touching the Reaper for the first time all over again, scratching at his skin simply as you finished petting him and tangled your arms around him slowly to bend over and beath into the shell of his ear, one hand dragging up his muscled torso to stretch red painted fingers into his sweaty orange tresses "How do you feel?"

Ichigo let loose a few breaths as his shameful gaze brought itself to his spreading knees, skin darker than the cherry lighting that filled the dark room. If only he could speak, understand why he felt this way to only a question but as he took time thinking about how he felt you yearned for an answer and so, gripping at the front lobe of his hair Ichigo's head was languidly pulled back to meet your piquant gaze "How do you f e e l...?" you dragged out the words like a corpse from its grave, reminding your sweet Strawberry that you had asked him a question and eagerly awaited his answer, but Ichigo fidgited for a moment. Legs squirming and hands gripping at the legs of his seating in order to follow along, not break any of the rules you had so generously set out before this excursion.

Your eyes watched as his muscles filled and softened, only to fill again and contuine with it fits of tensing. Admiring as the adams abble bobbed from a thoughfull swallow and how his eyes couldn't go anwhere you weren't, gazing at you as though this were the very last time he'd have the gift of sight.

Ichigo rolled his lips for a moment, glancing away only to flicker a deeper stare at you "I feel good.. real good" Ichigo murmured with a charming simper because he knew that- if he was feeling this way.. what way were you feeling? How did your body react to the idea of Ichigo not being able to touch you? Not once, not even a chafe from his body between your thighs was enough to forget.

Untroubled brows threw themselves up as lazy eyelids kept low, stepping to Ichigo's side a warm hand circled his jaw until fingerpads dragged across his soft lips "Is that so?" your mellifluous voice smothered the male in a blanket of gentle touching and rope grinding, pulling on his biceps and pelvis creating a nice bulge for you to take a soothing seat on.

Despite your tactful knots holding the Reaper's forearms to the chair legs, his arms dared just one attempt to shuffle free, but you were a great learner when it came to certain interests and he wasn't too eager to undo your stimulating work.

Spreading your legs wide as you made yourself comfortable on the sweating being bellow you hummed in fiendish delight and held your mouth close to his "What do you want, right now?"

As if pressing the very words into his mouth Ichigo wanted to lean forward and take them from you instead, plunge them back into the very darkness these delectable feelings came from but you were just out of reach and the binding held his lean torso into the spindles of the surprisingly strong chair.

He wanted to relax into the ropes and teasing but something inside Ichgio was refusing to give way and become your playful putty, maybe that's what made this night all the more ravishing.

"I want.. you"

Pulling a dainty finger through the ropes you pulled what little you could of your captive, forward and loomed over him with strands falling from behind your ears, knees on the edge of the chair with the gap of your legs suddenly too far away and your gaze feverish turning molten, this image of Ichigo tied to a chair and willing to fight against your black ropes just to touch you once was proven to be maddeningly addictive. You wished you could stay here forever all the while your body roared against the mind's wishes, the very core of your being ached and roared for that certain treatment time would always come, but today was different and having every Inch of the Hero inside of you would have to wait. The need was close to the feeling of being struck with a lightning bolt, the electricity sparking through you and demanding to give up this nonsense plan and allow the creature bellow to eat his fill until the next dawn came.

Your instincts wavered at the turmoil inside and there Ichigo realised, you were getting swept away and there would be no perfect moment to sweep you away than right now. A wide grin lapped over his cheeks and the ginger lowered his face with a tilt, auric eyes glittered from bellow quirked brows he dropped his voice an octave or two, dragging you in to hear what quarrel he had to share.

Ichigo did nothing but pull you in closer and closer, waiting to hear his words but you knew nothing would come. Your lover wouldn't allow it. He leaned into the crook of your neck before littering it with strong kisses leaving one single hickey in that delicate spot in his wake, Pecking the side of your neck pressed you closer to Ichigo's body and tightened your grip on the woolen cables.

"C'mon, untie me" Ichigo suggested, eyes flushing between sweet browns and ambitious yellows. A scuff came from the chair as he attempted one more pull which encouraged you to see the light and not let this brat have his way. Releasing a slow sigh the weight on his legs left and all those coupling feelings released a fresh wildfire inside, you adored as his muscles filled with a need to be discharged from his holdings.

Slithering your hands through your own clammy locks you couldn't help but grin at the scowl Ichigo was sending your way, with a wink you replied "No, I wont"

[obsessedwhim]

Kidnapped Pt.4

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Grimjow had an idea, no- a promise to commit. To commit to the gravest plan of idiocy that the long grey skies of Hueco Mundo had yet to recover from.

He'd slaughter the stupid orange-haired shit, two arms or none! And that wasn't even the end of it! He'd wait for the perfect opportunity and snatch that stupid little mongrel taken from the human realm right from under Lord Aizen's nose and murder 'em right in front of Ichigo!

What a perfectly butcherous task for today!

Bursting through a nearby wall the blue-eyed nit narrowed his stare into the smoggy space where he spotted orange locks in a tight grip "Hey, you" he snapped at their captive, pushing away the two Arrankar who growled at his intrusion and he growled right back, fangs 'nd all "I ain' here for you shitty excuses for Hollows"

Orihime's stare widened as she gazed up at her somewhat, of a saviour with a small gasp as she gripped her palms together, The Sixth Espada gripped the crown of The Princess's little head with intent "Where'd yer human friend go, huh?"

That was a good question, where did you go?

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Ichigo ran through the pale halls of Aizen's castle with, what seemed to be a child under his arm. The child who barked orders and demanded a faster steed until said steed had absolutely enough of this attitude.

"Alright, Thats It! You're walkin' from here on out!" the male huffed, Ichigo had too many things to think about right now and hearing Nell's unending stream of dribble definitely was not helpful.

"But! But Isigo..!" Nell attempted to stop the moving robe by grabbing at the legs cuff, once again annoyed to the brink Ichigo glanced over his shoulder with a dramatic scowl, keeping his brows furrowed as he followed to where his tiny partner in crime was pointing, the youngster oozing exposition of the stranger in the distance, claiming that they should leave sooner rather than later.

"Nell's sure never sense that person befowe" she murmured, sweat somehow building on her helmet like a scull. Nell wasn't very used to strangers, especially those who had such strange spiritual energy. She thought it'd be best to leave this person be.

"I can't do that" Ichigo passed by the knowledgeable toddler and ignored her non ending badgering.

'It's dangerous!' The girl would cry as she was dragged along with each step, cursing the orange-haired teen for his dumbass stubbornness!

But still, he moved towards the dooming energy with the determination of a Bull with a china shop in its eyesight.

Nell's being was suddenly filled with the need to run away but never without her dearest Itsigo! What a shame that Itsigo was filled with the exact opposite feeling, for some reason.. he really wanted to see who this stranger was. Maybe they knew where to find Heuco Mundo's newest habitants.

As he grew closer Ichigo could see that this stranger sat on a window ledge, their back facing the bright blue sky outside as they hid their smaller form in a white cloak with black trimmings, the corners drifting dramatically with the help of some nearby wind.

The hood of the robe lifted to glance at the oncoming Reaper whose eyes gasped at the small form, the person not heeding one word of warning before falling backwards into the dunes of Hollow land.

With a loud breath, Ichigo bounded forward with an outstretched palm, but missed the faller by a second and watched as the descended, their form shrinking into a painful image of nothing.