Imma say like....4-6 lol. I know you are incredibly sweet and I love seeing all of your interactions with others, but I am a shy potato bean who is too afraid to initiate any sort of interactions! *crawls back into trashcan and hides*
On a scale of 1-10, how intimidating am i?
Do you have room in that trashcan!?! can I join!?! cause I’m shy myself — like how do even message people!?! for literally anything!?! I dunno. Don’t ask me. But move over, maybe and let me iiiiin!!!!! – whispers I got corn and potatoes!!
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“I didn’t stutter did I? I said you’re hot!” Zangestu was a spirit who wore many hats, being the mouth piece of Ichigo’s repressed inner thoughts was on of them. With a cocky grin and tone, he looked her directly in the eyes as he began to go into detail on what he found appealing.
“You’ve looked in a mirror lately? Plus you can’t tell me those fire kido you can do don’t double as advertisement! You can look pretty while killing hollows and arrancar, which takes skill, strength AND talent. Then you got the cool elegant ice princess vibe going until you get heated, then that’s when you get feisty.” He didn’t show a hint of shame or hesitation as he listed off her attractive traits.
“Need me to go on and talk about those pretty eyes you got or are you good?”
To say that he expected to run into any members of the Soul Society after the war was an understatement. Ulquiorra had found employment at a local Karakura library, that had hesitantly accepted him. Without having any form of I.D., the manager had been quite reluctant to hire him, but had nevertheless. She was one of those who believed in giving everyone a chance, and so far, Ulquiorra had proven to her to be a very good bookkeeper.
So when he had been organizing volumes in the national geographic section, it had taken him by surprise to spot the woman that had accompanied the few Soul Reapers that had invaded Los Noches. Rukia Kuchiki. Quiet, the former Espada remained. It was not that he was afraid, but simply mindful that the woman had the power to end his human life at this point, should she decide to. Lowering his head, jet tresses would shade emeralds, keen on watching her as she wandered amongst his job.
Orihime giggled at Rukia’s question. She was still debating in her head whether or not she would surprise her or just outright tell her where they were going. “Hmm... Well, I was thinking that we should just celebrate being alive by eating ice cream, doughnuts and cake in the morning!” Orihime spun Rukia around with her and cheered.
She didn’t know where this happiness was coming from but she just wanted to spread it to everyone. “Besides, it’s nice to have you back, Kuchiki-san.”
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cosmic-canons Ichigo: “Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”
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“Of course you will.” Rukia replied with a grin, the sarcasm heavy in her tone. Balancing on one foot on top of the fencepost, she grinned down at him, lifting one brow in obvious challenge. “You wouldn’t hit me like you meant it and we both know that. Of course…you’re welcome to try. Tell me, Ichigo…how is your Shunpo coming, hmmmm? You really think you can even catch to hit me?”
“I wouldn’t because unlike some people like Renji, I am a nice guy despite how I look. What? Have you been taking lessons from Yoruichi or something? Still doesn’t make a difference to me.” Ichigo returned with an amused expression, sure he really wouldn’t hit her like that. But if he ‘accidentally’ hit her hard with a soccer ball on the other hand, it would be her own damn fault for not dodging in time. Combining shunpo with soccer on the other hand, was a whole other challenge within itself, which had nothing to do with the argument they were having at the moment, but probably would prove relevant soon.
How was it that Rukia always managed to get him riled up? No, he knew the answer to that question, and it lay with his own fault.
His lover knew just the right buttons to push, just the right things to say to poke and prod at his pride, until he blew over. Just the reaction that she wanted, of course. They had been lovers for a long time and friends for even longer, and naturally they would know every single little thing about each other.
So this current situation was totally his own fault, though he was reluctant to admit it. Yep, entirely his.
“Quit pushing up against me!” he hissed, face pressed uncomfortably against the door of a quite tight closet. When all he received in reply was silence, he raised a brow. Expecting a snarky and sassy response from Rukia, he glances over at her. “What hell are ya doin’?”
Seems like she had found something interesting. He did not like that look on her face one bit - the face reserved for when she got a terrible and evil idea, which meant that Renji was in for a long night. Squinting his eyes at her, he asks something he might come to regret. “W-what is that ya got there?”
RIGHT THERE! That was the face. Grinning evilly, she pulls something from behind her back. Long, thick and ... vibrating? “Not the time, Rukia...” Not fazed by his warning, she moves closer to Renji, holding that darned thing the entire time.
Naturally, his reaction was to move away, but that serves to be pretty difficult when his back was already pressed up against the door with nowhere to go. When Rukia got an idea in her mind, there was no convincing her to not follow through come hell or high waters.
Within a spiffy second, Renji’s pants were oh so conveniently pulled off, vibrator dangerously near his groin. “Kami, if ya don’t stop, once we get outta here, I’m gonna give it to you! Rukia!” Only a hand reaching out and grabbing his shaft was the response he got.
He bit his lips, trying his best not to let out a moan. The devil, she wasn’t even saying anything, just hellbent on torturing the poor redhead. Where the hell did the vibrator come from anyways?? This was a closet in the Kuchiki manor so unless it belonged to Byakuya... no toss that idea, he’d rather not think about it.
Her insistent hands had him hard in no time, coupled with the vibrator pressed right up against the head. It didn’t help that she was leaning in close to his neck, biting and suckling all his sensitive spots. The little minx knew that his neck and the area right underneath his area was his ultimate weak spot, and of course she was using that information to her advantage.
“R-rukia, stop, if ya keep going, I’m gonna cum and I don’t want someone to hear,” he whispers. Ignoring his please, she just keeps going no intention of stopping anytime soon. The noises of his own breaths and pants along with the wet noises of her licking and biting were suffocating in this tiny little closet. “F-fuck Rukia I’m gonna cum!”
And she stops, just like that. Hand completely off of his now rock hard erection, vibrator taken away and turned off. He whines, a high pitched noise from his throat. “Rukiaaaa, fuckin’ ya can’t just do that!” His hips buck up into thin air, trying to get any form of friction. His own hands moved forward to get himself off but Rukia just tsks and pushes them away.
