#fushojiki

[daiyoshinigami-archive-blog]

Heat || Selectively Open

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He'd heard here and there that hollows would have seasons of heat or rut. It had been odd to hear about, but he hadn't thought that it would ever apply to him. He might be a visored, but, he didn't originally have anything hollow within him, and with the other visoreds not saying anything, he hadn't expected anything.

Let alone this.

The teen had awoken with a full on, raging erection. His body burned and ached, making him crave attention and nothing he could do with his own hands would ease it. A loud groan fell from the still half asleep boy's mouth, his body shuddering in need.

Rolling into the center of the bed, Ichigo attempted to use his weight to relieve the needing ache, create the pressure and friction his hands couldn't provide. 

"Oh sh-shit." He moaned, tilting his head in towards his chest. Hot... too hot... everything, his clothes, the bed, it all rubbed him the wrong way. Knowing the door was closed, not caring to check if he'd locked it, Ichigo moved his body so that his his were in the air. His hands moved down, gripping at his pants and slipping them off his hips before trying to jerk himself off.

[lunaeterea]

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frick.

PROS:

The situation being he knows everything about where Aizen Sousuke is

Would probably have a better grasp on how Aizen thinks and what he plans to do

Room for potential manipulation

CONS:

Physically/Emotionally/Mentally Damaging

Probably a prisoner

[akage-fukutaichou]

Casually planning evil things.

*casually hides under bed*

[akage-fukutaichou]

My turn to play. Rp with Fushojiki

It was nearly midnight before the crimson Lieutenant made his way back to his quarters.  He had planned to get back much, MUCH earlier but Byakuya had become tired of his huge pile of paperwork and told Renji that if he didnt complete it by the end of the night he Lieutenant would be forced to work in the world of the living for a year without pay. 

Trudging back he unlocked his door and kicked off his sandals before turning on the light, only to stop frozen in the doorway of his room as he saw the Ex Captain not only blinded but completely helpless and bound ontop of his bed. 

Normally Renji would have alerted the Head Captain, or someone of the like, but now....he wanted to have a little fun with the once self proclaimed god. He walked up, sure that Aizen knew exactly who he was as his finger ran up the slender leg. "And to what to I owe the pleasure of havin yer ass in my bed like this?" he asked, continuing to trail his fingertips up the others body. 

[lunaeterea]

That was an illusion. It is really the master bedroom.

   You know what’s also an illusion.

          Your dick.

[lunaeterea]

Appears behind. Stands close. Low chuckling.

   [hides in kenpachi’s haori]

[lunaeterea]

Casually stares at.

   [hides behind renji]

[lunaeterea]

   The light of his vision was completely different post that night.

   He sat up almost too fast. Byakuya was disoriented; his head was swimming as though it had been repeatedly slammed back and forth. His neck was sore, it was painful to even swallow as he moistened his dry mouth; lips having been shut together with such a solidity, he was partially afraid they had been sewn together. Everything, he began to reason, was sore. He attempted to move over in the sheets, he learned he was in a bedroom after a few moments, but rather let out a groan of pain at the sharp nag of his side and lower back.

   First came the confusion, then came rage. And the nobleman turned himself over so abruptly and violently-- as he fought pain and velvet fabric about his body-- that he suddenly became fully aware of a bakudou that had pinned him there so many hours ago. It slammed into his neck, almost choking him, as he attempted to vocalize any snarl or screech of acidity-- then he felt it in his torso, a blow to his chest-- and he was much too weak to fight against Aizen's reiatsu.

   He did come to realize he was alone in that bedroom.       It was only a precaution that he did not leave.

   He hated Aizen Sousuke.

   He wanted him cold and dead--       without an ounce of blood in his veins.