#bleach hcs

Kurotsuchi wasn't his name.

Not back then.

Born last to a minor noble family, he had five older sisters and a mother who prayed for a son that would never come. Not the way she expected anyway.

As for his father, Mayuri could count with one hand the number of words he ever spoke to him.

He grew up bored, understimulated, and was promptly labeled lazy.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi, lazy...

I know, it seems impossible for such a busy bee, but remember, back then that wasn't his name.

When he was a little older, 6 or 7 years of age and allowed to wander on his own, he finally discovered the meaning of passion. He developed a voracious curiosity that consumed everything in its path. He observed people as they walked past, as if they were a different species he could only understand from the outside. Their motivations seemed so vacuous, uninteresting. How could anyone saunter meekly down the path made for them by others without straying towards the many wonders uncharted? Did they not hear their calling? Did they not feel their pull?

Experiencing life, in its most literal sense, was Mayuri's greatest joy. Delving into the secrets of nature, getting lost in the woods, watching the ants carry heavy loads for hours without tiring, and the birds build their nests in twigs and straw.

But observing was only the first step. Then came poking and proding, a myriad questions that brough forth challenges and scenarios. How will this creature react if I put it in front of this other one? Will they fight? Ignore or devour each other? Ah... fun!

His hands deep into the earth, wet, cold. Touching and squeezing, fingers running along textures rough and smooth. Dissecting half-eaten carcasses to discover their insides, cutting, licking, tasting plants and fungi...

Despite the rashes and intoxications... it all amused him to no end. Nothing could stop him from wanting more answers for the questions never ceased multiplying inside his head.

As interesting as the outside world was, the inner universe of books called his name soon enough. He coveted their insides and excelled without effort, what took others years to learn, he mastered in days.

Basic education was imposed on him due to his status, and further academic pursued denied due to his sex.

But that never stopped him. He was small, skinny and fast. The perfect combination for a thief of knowledge. At night he would slip past the doors to the library and pore over heavy tomes until his eyes turned red and dry and his brain buzzed in ecstasy.

Mayuri was different. Other. He knew it from the very start. His peers couldn't understand his words, and he couldn't comprehend their motives. The adults were mildly stimulating when debating thought-provoking topics... but became awfully dull after Mayuri proded for more depth.

At the age of twelve, when the demands and expectations of womanhood became inevitable, and an arranged marriage loomed ever closer, he took his scant belongings and left his parent's home. No one thought to search for him. They probably agreed he would have made for a very poor bride anyway.

It was during his time roaming the Rukongai that he learnt he was strange in yet another way. He felt hunger. Not an issue seen often in the commoners around him.

What skills had been advantageous for stealing books allowed him now to find sustenance, but they also placed him at a disadvantage when caught or confronted.

Mayuri wasn't a great fighter, not in battles of brute strength anyway.

He had to develop other ways to win. So he became cunning, clever, sneaky. After all, getting dirty was never a problem for him.

As he grew and faced new challenges, so did his reiatsu and his control over it. But he always chose to avoid senseless brawls if possible, he had much more fascinating uses for his time.

In his quest to prevent further squabbles, he managed to weasel his way into a small apothecary, and convince its elderly owner to let him work for her. There he learnt the art of blending chemistry with botany to develop new and wonderful substances that could cloud the mind and alter the most complex physiological processes.

He developed a reputation as an inventor of trinkets and remedies. Some of which remedied the existence of particularly bothersome people and only needed be used once. The beaten and bullied gathered en mass e at his door to find respite from their aggressors and line his pockets with gold.

It was during this period that he began experimenting with oils and pigments. He always knew presentation was a performance, a ritual of deceit. Like Kabuki actors who painted their faces to portray their characters, so people wore facades made of shadow and guile to achieve their means. It was the most gloriously cathartic experience for Mayuri to discover that staining his skin in black and white allowed him to drop his own mask and be unapologetically himself for the first time in his life.

For a long period, his life was good. He learnt and evolved and enjoyed what he did. And then... then he met her. A goddess of death clad in shining down.

Senjumaru Shutara sought him. She wanted to meet The Chemist she had heard so much about.

Standing in her presence, knees buckling under the heaviness of her might, sweat dripping down his temples followed by her unwavering stare... it was the very first time Mayuri understoond he wasn't the superior being in the room. It was an odd feeling being seen by one such as her. Dangerous. Addictive.

The Great Weaver, known throughout the entire Soul Society for her incredible skills. An ageless, all powerful being, shortlisted to become part of Squad Zeron one day... she wanted him to work for her. And despite knowing it to be most unwise, he simply couldn't say no.

Under her guidance, he joined the recently created Shinigami Academy, graduated with ease, and joined the Gotei, becoming part of her group of proteges.

She opened his mind to endless possibilities, to resources, abilities and influence he could have never dreamed of. It wasn't long before her love of self-improvement and gold rubbed off on him. She became his mentor, his mistress, his obsession.

Time lost all meaning when they were together, working the nights away, pushing each other further towards greatness and away from the light.

She held the first scalpel that ever bit into his skin, and dragged it across his chest to leave the first scars he never wanted to erase.

Their research escalated quickly and went beyond anything that had ever been done before, together they flirted with the line between morality and pragmatism, revelling in their achievements.

Was it infatuation that kept him awake at night and dreaming about her in the day? Was it love?

Mayuri would never find out.

As he would never find out why her name was never on their studies. Was it her way to commend him for his prowess? It if was, her flattery was his damnation.

The day after she ascended to the Heavens to sit to the right of the Soul King, the minions of Hell came to drag him into darkness.

They'd gone too far. Their experiments broke the very important rules of the Sereitei. Only it wasn't them, because it was just his name. Accused of playing god, of trying to bend the laws of nature, Mayuri was sentenced to live amongst Maggots.

If she cared, she never let it be known.

Mayuri hated her.

Hated her for her betrayal, for the longing, for the taunting lull of her voice still ringing in his ears, makin him want to shove his fingers into them until his eardrumbs tore.

Like many before him and most after, Mayuri lost his mind in there. He cried for many moons, cursed and ranted to himself. He forgot his own name and that of his forebears and ripped flesh from bone in endless bouts of madness until his blood was spent.

No one helped him. No one. He was forsaken. Alone. No one came to his aid. No one even came to visit.

No one except for one. A jailer. Tall and blond and exceedingly annoying.

A jailer that found him delirious on the cold floor of his cell, feverish with blood loss and sepsis.

A jailer that healed the holes at the side of his head, returned him his hearing and left him maimed.

Mayuri remembered regaining his conscience, looking up at sombre green eyes, as the blond recited his enchantments over and over. An irresistible urge spread from the tips of his fingers to the back of his neck, raising goosebumps along his arms. An exquisite urge to gauge those pity-ridden eyes right out of his skull.

The jailer spent an inordinate amount of time with him after that day, sat crosslegged on the ground right outside the bars. He brought him food and drink that was left untouched, but also games, puzzles, mathematical paradoxes...

Yet Mayuri knew an experiment when he saw one, even if this time he was the subject.

The jailer was smart. Too smart. Like Mayuri, he seemed bored, understimulated despite his freedom and he seemed to have made it his life's purpose to stop him from dying.

He relentlessly visited every day, even if Mayuri never replied, even if he didn't acknowledge him. He sat there and talked to himself, made silly jokes and laughed at them, worked on his own research and fed Mayuri tiny morsels of information intended to pull him out of his shell bit by bit.

As the years passed, Mayuri's heart began to beat again, and the darnkess receded ever so slightly. Enough to let him feel a tiny sliver of glee whenever the jailer came to visit. Enough to let him speak again and help him with his projects.

He had been right, Urahara was smart. His work was complex and exhilarating, and Mayuri found himself absorbed by it. Gigai and gikon. Mesmerising. His mind flooded with dopamine once again, trapping him in a new obsession that would last for years to come.

Urahara saved his life simply by being there. Offering his company, irritating as it might be, gradually pulled Mayuri out from his despair. That's why Mayuri could never forgive him. Not for helping him, not for posing as a friend and definitely not for leaving him.

When he ascended through the ranks of the Omniskido, Urahara stopped visiting.

He didn't need Mayuri anymore.

It seemed to be the theme of his life, holding people's interest only for as long as he was of use. Once they had what they came for, it was as if he never existed.

First Senjumaru, now Urahara...

From every stabbing wound to the chest, Mayuri grew colder. More independent. More detached. He convinced himself he had to.

And his craving for a real connection grew and twisted until it birthed a perversion. That of creating someone who was at his beck and call, someone who would never not need him. Someone who could never leave.

In complete isolation, Mayuri wished again for death.

Unlike everyone else, The Itch wouldn't leave him. The unbearable restlessness that never slept. The boredom that turned his mind inside out. It made the very sound of his breaths a torture. And had he been able to reach inside his chest, he would have ripped his lungs right out from his ribcage.

But somehow yet another creature caught his attention. A little boy. Clever. Quick.

He slipped past the bars of his cage when he was being chased. Chased for his size, for his smarts, just like Mayuri had been when he was young. In the safety of his shadow, he worked in silence, trapping and tinkering with small creatures that lurked in the dark.

It was then that Mayuri realised, there would always be someone in need of him.

It was in the depths of the most terrible institution in the Sereitei that he was born again. He rebuilt himself piece by piece, limb by limb. Like a masterpiece only made better through kintsugi, he covered old scars with glistening gold and painted his skin bone white and soil black.

He became who he was meant to be. Metamorphosis.

A new name, one that would bring fear to the hearts of even the most seasoned warriors. A name that would make him into the man he was always meant to be. The Genius. The Madman.

Decades later, the jailer would come back, a white haori hanging from his shoulders, to make a proposition.

"If I were to die, it would all be yours."

Mayuri couldn't help but laugh.

He had been right.

He was needed again.

And this time,

COYOTE STARRK ⸻ wolf and .. seahorse ? it didn't really matter far too much , company were something Starrk craves and looked for his entire life . and he figured having another fraccion isn't .. most likely not gonna hurt . he usually tends to sleep -- so were you apparently . you weren't a great swimmer , sure . but seahorse have another habit of getting tired easily and wrapping their tail around something and sleep that way .. basically , you fall asleep standing up most of the time . when you first did that , was .. understandably a bit confused but just stayed still , not wanting to quite wake you up but also .. what are you doing . aside from that .. you were sweet and caring . and both of you love to stay in silence when sitting next to each other until Lilynette came and ruins the peace . you never minded Lilynette no matter how crude she was and how loud she could be -- seahorses care for their young a lot . you do also like to dance .. but when inviting Starrk to such he always lowers the offer down by saying he's tired , which is fine by you . you know how he is .

BARRAGAN LOUISENBAIRN ⸻ you were too sweet to even become one of his fraccion . but he figured you were an interesting one.. he could senses you don't have much long of a lifespan to live on . so he get you in . you usually has tried to hold the other fracciones with your tail , a few smacks it off , a few stares at you with confusion as you drifted to sleep . Barragan however , does not care . he's really just letting you do whatever . however , he appreciates that you were a great listener when he complains about things . you stayed quiet , no interruption . just listening like his voice was an old record .. he can barely get such silence from his other fracciones . and for that . when you invite him for a dance to relax both of your minds , he complies along as a little treat . letting the music in your own head do your thing . he was an old man , an old timed dance does not bother him so much . with you , he feels a bit at ease .

TIER HARRIBEL ⸻ both of you were creatures from the sea . something that was shared between the both of you . Harribel was a shark , she was known to be violent .. but when you truly get to know her , she was the most peaceful person you've met . she was as caring and graceful as you were . it feels nice to see her treat her fracciones with such care , even you being along there too . she lets you hold her hand or leg with your tail and figured you were tired -- watching as you drift into sleep . she feels grateful that she makes you feel safe enough to do this with her -- however , her o ther fracciones also loved to come and join in , grabbing at one part of Harribel and falling asleep too . she could never let them be alone without her , can she ? you cared for the other fracciones like they were your children -- you reminded them of Harribel so without a word , you have the most authority from the three and they tends to listen to you the most . sometimes Harribel plays along with your little dance show -- you had to ended up teaching her how to dance , it was marvelous . but the other fracciones also wanted to join in , then you have to teach them all how to dance -- at one point you have completed the set and has danced with everybody in the group . you feel at peace to be here .

ULQUIORRA CIFER ⸻ you were a social animal , he wasn't . he was a bat in a cave , you were a seahorse in a big ocean . you were nice and caring and affectionate , but he sees it as weakness . he cannot help but pushes you off and wonder what is your goal and what you were trying to achieve . it was your nature it seems . he wonders if he'll tear your chest open , or break your head apart .. would he sees a heart there ? when you hold him with your tail , he'll stares at you .. then pry your tail off of him . when you invite him for a dance , he'll get reminded to tell you that there's a mission , never quite to get to dancing with him ever . he simply doesn't want to , he sees such act as useless . however , he appreciates your quiet and silent trait . it was the best trait you have with yourself in his opinion . you both could go endless hours just sitting there side by side and not say a word .

NNOITRA GILGA ⸻ you like playing and braiding his hair -- you feel weirdly maternal when it comes to him . he was very rude with you at first and smacking your hands off when you tried to touch his hair -- but the more you keep on insisting , he doesn't see the reason why to stop you when all you're gonna do is keep doing it anyways . so he lets you , still insulting you and spewing out words that didn't matter to you . frankly , he enjoys the feeling of someone's hands combing through his hair with such gentleness .. but God , it makes him feel so weak . when you hold him with your tail , he'll grab at it , pull you up to his eye level and stares at you asking you what do you think you were doing . you were tired , but that didn't matter to him -- he doesn't like such sudden act . when you offer him for a dance , he always denies -- saying that you touching his hair were already enough of a privilege , don't expect more and be so greedy when you already got one favor . he likes it better when you're quiet and listening to him rant about others and his day and how it went while you were combing your hands through his hair . it makes him feel weirdly at ease .. and relaxed .

GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ ⸻ he cares for his pack like a leader would and should . but you were the only peaceful and non-looking-for-trouble one from the group .. it made you seemed out of place , but you didn't minded . you were soft and nice , he was crude and rude .. but he accepted your affections as long as it wasn't too sudden to activates his animal instinct . when you hold him with your tail , he'll smack you off and ask questions later . it doesn't seems he like that a lot . he doesn't know what a dance is when you offer him to dance with you -- and even when you told him about it and explains about it afterward , he was not interested . but no worries ! the other fracciones caught the news and they all wanted to dance with you -- even without Grimmjow , you at least have someone to dance with . you were a great listener , you listens and you take notes . Grimmjow tends to rants to you about everything and getting frustrated about it again in the process , you had to calm him down just so he could fully finish his drawing . you were one of the only few person who could calm his nerves down .

ZOMMARI RUREAUX ⸻ you were nice and amazing , great , you were no sinner after all .. made him feel at ease that he picked the right person to be his fraccion . when you hold him with your tail , he lets you . it was no such big deal to you .. it does make him feel good to see you drifting into sleep so easily when you do that with him around .. however , he did asked why you would do it . when the answer was tiredness he made you meditate with him while he goes on to talk about how great Aizen is -- which fails miserably because you fell asleep even doing that , so he just gave up and lets you hold him when you're sleeping anyway . when you offered him for a dance , he figured this is probably how you relaxes and keep your mind so at peace . so he'll comply and danced along -- however he kept stepping on your foot , so you had to tell him how to dance properly . it took him a while to learn that . he likes when you're silent . you could go on hours without talking and still know about the care you hold for one another without having to raise a word . it feels .. nice , to just not talk for a while .

SZAYELAPORRO GRANZ ⸻ you were nice and caring , that is why is so easy to take advantage of you . it's like you were asking for it anyways , it was not his fault when you hold him with your tail and he'll cut it right off . assuming you were a lizard and that you could grow it back out . you might seemed similar to one -- but you were not a lizard . it is physically impossible for you to grow it back . it didn't mattered to Szayelaporro though as he took that tail of yours into experiment and even demanded you to grow back a new one , thinking you were just holding back the reproduction -- until it came to him that you simply cannot grow it back like a lizard . how imperfect ! now you're gonna have to live with a short tail .. what a pain ! not like he's gonna help though . he never helped . when you reluctantly asked to dance with him , thinking maybe it could keep him a bit more normal . it ended the opposite -- he accepted , but his hair kept roaming all over you and he kept taking control of the entire dance while clearly not wanting you to let go and move away when you seemed extremely uncomfortable -- at one point he'll let go , saying it was fun while it lasted , and that he'll love for another dance show to be put up again . he plays with you like you were a game . all you were to him was a rant box when he needed someone to listen to his problems and days . after all , you were quiet most time .

AARONIERO ARRURUERIE ⸻ both of you were sea animals . you were social -- and they were completely on the anti-social part . you kept them company , sure . but they refused to ever really talk to you with an actual conversation . conversation never took part , it's always smalltalk to keep their loneliness at bay . you were nice , really -- you helped clean their tank when it's dirtied . you helped fixed a part that cracks when there's one . it was those that were occasional touches shared between you two and yet , there was never any words exchanged in that interaction aside from your questions about how and when did they get all of this - in which they always pushes it aside , saying it was nothing to be worrying over . you occasional offered them to a dance , in which at first they always denied . but with your persistent insisting they gave in and with legs trembling , they danced along with you to a melody and rhythm that exists only to between of you . a dance shared with just you two . you get along more better with them when you're both sitting in silence together . they don't talk , you don't talk . but you both know there's at least something developing between the both of you .

Types of Doms they are:

Starrk

This man has got exactly two modes when it comes to sex. Lazy or feral.

He's willing to do a lot with you, but if you catch him in his lazy mode you'll likely be doing most of the work.

Ride him, suck him, hell he'll even give you oral if you both find the right positions for him to laze a out.

Just remember: It's not that he isn't enjoying himself; that rock hard dick proves otherwise...

You knew what you were getting into.

Now then, switching gears: when he's feral, he'll barely let you move.

He's making you cum a minimum of one time before he's even going to penetrate you in any way.

He gets very possessive in this state.

Congratulations! You've essentially got a werewolf boyfriend who's usually lazy and can't transform like that...

But! When he needs to claim you for whatever reason? Welp!

Communication is key with this man! He doesn't mind if you have multiple partners, but he can get a bit jealous if you don't tell him!

Hell, you'll find out on more than one occasion, when someone flirts with you...

He'll bring you home and claim you all night long.

He might not even make it home.

Just... Keep him in the loop if you're crushing or plan to date another. it'll probably save some furniture.

Halibel

As she can't quite use her mouth outside of being in her release form, she's had time to master plenty of other ways to get you off.

She prefers to use her hands and fingers on you, but is not opposed to toys in anyway.

That's primarily for when she's doing any for of penetration on you, though.

She has learned to use any and every part of her body to be able to tease you and leave you squirming and begging for her.

Don't call her master. It reminds her of her fraccións.

May accept being called mommy under the right circumstances, though.

Has absolutely no issues with being called daddy.

Just sit on her lap and ask daddy politely if you can ride her thigh~

Not one to get jealous easily, but is definitely protective.

This is particularly true if you are someone who can be seen as weak to others.

Not very loud, but loves hearing how loud she can make you.

Ulquiorra

He struggles a lot with more human like needs and emotions

So he tends to be a heavy service top...

But it comes with so many questions.

"Why does your face warm when I kiss you?"

"Why do you avert your gaze when I-"

You get the idea.

Eventually once repeated behaviors rise up, he starts catching on.

When you make this sound, it means you really like it.

When you squirm, you're not actually trying to get away.

Just simple stuff, but you'll have had to explain it to him a bit before he starts connecting the dots.

Once he's more comfortable with you and starts recognizing these reactions...

You're in for it.

He's definitely someone who gets off on your pleasure.

As long as you're satisfied, so is he.

Nnoitra

He surprisingly doesn't mind being the one to do all the work.

It let's him be in control of, well, everything.

There's something about seeing how much you get off on everything he does to you that drives the predator in him wild.

He enjoys having control, and, having you submit to let him do whatever he wants is too delicious to pass up.

Plus, he can't help but enjoy the way you always act like such cute little prey when he's teasing you.

Those big doe eyes, the small squeaky and whiny noises you make...

The way he can make you come undone with almost any part of his body...

It's very >:))

Not entirely against sharing, but like with Starrk, if it's not discussed he can get a bit jealous

His jealousy, however, is usually more rage fueled than hormonal so watch out for that.

He's not too into being called anything "special"

May accept "daddy" now and again

Despite how kinky sex with him might be-- it is fueled by emotions (at least on his end)

You've sparked his interest in one way or another enough to warrant wanting to carnally claim you...

There's at least some attachments and calling him "master" immediately throws that out the window to him.

Grimmjow

He definitely still has some characteristics from his more beastial hollow form

His need to claim you is always in battle with his desire to see you submit to him

Kneel before the king and offer him a blowjob, he's grinning wider than Nnoitra

Seeing you beg him to pleasure you is just 😘

Part of the problem with him is that it's a bit difficult for him to give oral... Given that he has to be very conscious of every move he makes because of his hollow mask

But he is a god with his hands.

He's another one who likes to watch you ride his thighs.

Absolutely gets off on being called king, but will absolutely bust a nut if you refer to him as your husband (romantic partner ofc)

This is at it's worst before any kind of marriage, but it's still effective after.

Doesn't see the appeal in being called daddy until he *is* a daddy 👀 something about being one makes it kinkier to him for you to call him daddy

Szayel

A bit different from the others on the list in that he wants to be worshipped like a god.

He wants you to use your entire body to do so, but this is just the first act-- no form of penetration just yet. (Minus maybe deep throating him~)

Now, once that's all done he's got PLENTY of ways to pleasure you...

He's definitely into orgasm denial and overstimulation.

He likes testing your body~

If you're willing, definitely would do some experimenting...

He wouldn't do anything too drastic, though.

If not, he'll find a way to make some of his palatable for you~

You really should thank him for thinking of you.

So/so with names. The higher status the name gives him, the more he'll like it.

Neliel

Dommy mommy 🥰

She absolutely loves to spoil you during kinky times together

Another one who gets off more on your pleasure than her own

If you're not a pillow prince(ss) type of sub, she will boss you around a bit~

But she's so sweet when she does that it just has you melting at her every word

"What was that, baby? Tell mommy what you want~"

She might tease you with that one by having you with a gag in your mouth or other things 🤭

Absolutely does get off on taking care of you

Dotes on you, takes great lengths into making sure you're comfortable during aftercare!

Doesn't matter how you compare size wise to her, she's holding you on her and letting you rest your head on her chest

SFW:

I can see Bazz B and Jugram both fighting for your attention and at times being jealous of each other.

They find it fun competing for your attention and love, but you know that you give them both equal amounts of love and attention.

Jugram loves to give you massages while Bazz feeds you and kisses you all over your face.

Jugram is more of the chill type and he likes to just stay inside and read or watch tv while cuddling with you.

Once Bazz likes to live life on the edge and go out a lot.

You have lots of fun with both of them and the three of you will go out on dates together too.

You each take turns tho choosing where to go.

When you're asleep, you're sandwiched in between the two men, Jugram's got his arm around your waist and Bazz has got his legs thrown over yours.

Jugram and Bazz loveee sleeping like that bc they feel like they can really protect you that way.

Don't even gotta worry about your safety because Jugram and Bazz always walk side by side to you, nobody could even dareee to touch you with them there.

They are both super protective and possessive over you, always gotta have their hands on you.

Jugram is soft and gentle with you, soft lingering touches while Bazz is more rough with you, leaving you hot and bothered.

Regardless, they balance you out and each other out.

You love that you can get all spicy and playful with Bazz and you can also get soft and romantic from Jugram, it's a win win.

NSFW:

OMFGGGG, sorry I'm gonna like drool when writing this!!

They both love to get a taste of you and make sure you are all pleasured.

The two of them pleasuring you at the same time issss insane, your body can't really take it.

You're a panting moaning mess as Bazz teases you and Jugram whispers such dirty words into your ear.

"Can you take it anymore, y/n?" Jugram asks, tilting your chin up as you whimper. Bazz chuckles from behind and shakes his head. "i don't think they can anymore."

Hands traveling all over your body, sending a chill down your spine as they both whisper dirty things into your ears.

Jugram will hold you up as Bazz takes his time pleasuring you with his fingers.

Bazz will make you go down on him and make him feel so good as Jugram takes his time pleasuring you.

It's almost too much, making your knees buckle and sweet sounds echo in the room.

Jugram and Bazz will take their time pleasuring you and making sure they each get their fill of pleasure too.

The room is practically fogging up with moans, whines, and whimpers.

Once they each get their fill of you and had enough, it's time for the aftercare.

Bazz lays down on the bed, panting heavily and smirking over at you as Jugram gently cleans you up.

Bazz's fingers will dance along your arm, almost mocking you in a way to remind you of how good his fingers felt.

Jugram cups your cheek, a thumb brushing over your skin as a gentle reminder.

He's notoriously slow on the uptake of romance, so try not to be too disappointed if it takes a while for him to realize you're into him. Hinting at him probably won't do much to help your cause -- he's got "Main Character Syndrome", after all; he's got to have a minimum amount of denseness to survive. His stubborn hardheadedness really leaves much to be desired.

When it comes to friendships, however, they've always taken a certain priority akin to family. The Karakura group, his Soul Society friends, even the few Arrancar he'd gotten acquainted with -- those bonds are guarded and protected with Ichigo Kurosaki's very soul. The one he has with you is no different... if not marred with a certain forwardness.

And that's why it doesn't mean he hasn't noticed you acting "different" around him. Thankfully, he's that observant. He's actually worried about it, but since he's at least narrowed it down to being about him, he's become a little nervous to ask and find out the answer.

Ichigo isn't someone who'd go to others for advice unless it came down to the wire; another part to his stubbornness, he'll try and remain as independent as possible in trying to figure this - you - out. Because you're not giving in, either.

In the meantime, Ichigo has done well to keeping things between you and him and the others as normal as possible, not wanting to change any of his behaviours on the off-chance you'd pick up on them. Surprisingly, he's a good enough actor that you don't.

If the two of you are left alone now, it gets... quiet. A slightly uncomfortable silence that Ichigo does his best to try and think of a way to interrupt, but he's got a social ineptitude in that sense. Plenty of friends, you being one of them, and the amount of one-on-one's he's had with them and had no problems starting a conversation? It never even used to be this hard to start one up with you. So then why the hell am I struggling so much?

You feel it, too. Maybe you're not the best at starting conversations, either, but the silence is making it worse, and the longer it drags on, the more frustrated you find yourself getting. It's overwhelming, most days. Today, especially.

"There's... something you want to tell me, isn't there," Ichigo says quietly.

He thinks it's something bad, you realize, sighing at him. This time, you really don't have a choice but to finally say it.

"I like you," you tell him simply. "Dummy."

You... what? He might need you to repeat that; did he even hear you right? He's already a mess, lips parted to fill the lower half of his face, brown eyes widened in disbelief -- this is why you've been so different around him?! You've been like this for weeks! Because you what!?!

His face is about as red as a strawberry, and for a moment, he can't even look your way, instead turned to the opposite side to give him a second to collect himself, because he'd never really thought of the possibility that you'd liked him, up until now. He never thought about it, and now, it's all he's thinking about. You're all he's thinking about.

And naturally, this just gives his "inner self" something else to give him grief on; it'll be relentless. But he doesn't care. He's just trying to calm himself down enough so he can give you a half-decent response. Considering he'd never gotten good dating advice from his dad, which just makes him wonder how he'd managed to end up with his mom.

"O-Oi," he says at you, his bottom lip quickly dropping into a half-pout, half-scowl. "Y-You can't drop something like that and expect me to come up with something not half as dumb."

His answer after... is a lot more uncouth than he was hoping for. Ichigo tries to play himself off as smooth and uncaring, something his friends tease him about on the daily. You find yourself holding back a laugh, turning away from him this time, hand covering your mouth and puff-out cheeks. You taking the time to humor yourself with his romantic incapacities allows him to take a breath and at the very least, say something.

"I... don't know how to answer your question right now," he tells you, eyebrows furrowed and cheeks still peached with his blush.

His funny little cool guy persona that he maintains -- you're so in love with it. He's worn it for years, refining it and imprinting it with the shape of his soul so he'd never get caught with his pants down for any reason. With you and your confession, though, it's like he's wearing a pair of his signature skinnies that are five sizes bigger; he's struggling to keep his personality whole now as you hide your laughter behind your hand.

But he really likes all this about you, too -- how you don't restrain yourself when you laugh at something, a sound so deep-bellied and melodious and wholesome that it almost always gets a rise of smile onto his face, and everyone else's, for that matter; how when you tease someone, you never manage to insult them or make them feel lesser of a person; how no matter how embarrassed he feels from your confession, he can't deny the happiness he feels, either.

"But I guess I do, too. Dummy," he adds.

Things after that got a little confusing. It'd been a done deal; you guys were going to try out this dating thing. Ichigo was unprepared for how flustered it made him feel. He could barely keep it together long enough to pick out a shirt other than one of his graphic tees and settled on a loose button-up and the one pair of casual slacks he owned that still fit him from his final year of high school.

High school... He's known you for a lot longer than that. Since you'd lived in the same neighbourhood, you'd probably gone to the same junior high; you'd probably saw him get into all those fights that were always over his hair colour or his attitude -- were you the one who'd left those first aid items at the opening of the alleyway that one time?

You'd wondered if he'd remembered that. Some random pharmacy items just sitting on the ground, waiting for him to finish beating on some high school seniors. You walked the same route to get home -- of course you'd seen everything. A little hard not to be drawn to the sound of people getting beat up, isn't it? You could remember being glad that not long after, Ichigo had found a buddy to watch his back -- you were always grateful for Sado.

The same thoughts run through your head when you hear the small knock at your apartment door.

By no means would the Ichigo Kurosaki be some kind of romantic icon, not even if he'd been experienced with relationships. However, he's a soft mama's boy and his father doted on simped for his mama, meaning that Ichigo is very mild-mannered and at least knows dating basics.

So, when he would arrive at your door, he'd be holding some kind of gift -- maybe a flower, or a box of your favourite sweet or snack, like what he would do for the souls he'd find near the telephone poles. Something sweet and in earnest; nothing too overboard or overwhelming -- though in truth, he was the one getting overwhelmed on what to bring you until Karin and Yuzu intervened.

Ichigo is not a man who'd be one-hundred percent comfortable with most forms of personal displays of affection. If you're thinking of giving him a kiss under the public eye? Please don't; the man would have a heart attack and go full strawberry.

At least he'd be able to stop telling people his named didn't directly translate to the fruit...

Hand holding would probably be okay, but it could depend on how new into the relationship you two are together. He'd probably still end up flustered and embarrassed, made even worse when his hand starts sweating like crazy in yours before he's apologizing and rubbing them down his slacks.

He's a gentleman. Chivalrous and doting, he'll make sure that if he's present to open doors for you or carry things for you, he'll do it, even if it frustrates or flusters you, too, because he really doesn't have to, and when you voice this to him, you end up in a small argument walking down a busy street.

"Jeez, kissing you might've been less embarrassing than fighting," you end up grumbling.

And this shuts him up for the rest of the walk.

You've known him long enough to gauge his moods, such as when he needs to be left alone or when all he needs is someone in his presence; maybe someone to rant to. Historically, this last one is rare to happen, something you've presented as an issue to him and basically gave him a pre-ultimatum that that s*** don't sit well with you.

Small gestures you do that involve him might accidentally remind him of his mother, such as wiping something from his face or running your fingers through his rain-soaked hair a certain way. When you're walking down the road, you're always on the inside, furthest away from traffic, just like Masaki had done for him when he was younger. He'll explain this to you, too, after your morbid joke of--

"Hey, if I get hit by a car and die, you can just send me to the Soul Society and visit me there, huh? I'll go stay with Rukia and Renji or something."

-- that it's something that he needs to do, and he doesn't want to hear anything on it.

He also ends up flicking you in the forehead harder than he means to for saying such a stupid set of words, having to run into the nearest convenience store for a cold bottle to press against the growing bump.

"How are you going to survive an accident if you can't even take a finger hitting you in the head?"

"Because a car doesn't have the power of a death god!!"

If you need to reign him in or humble him, just throw some kind of cheesy, teasing remark at him or even go full n/sfw on him, he'll shut up -- guaranteed.

Now, in the rare chance that Ichigo might actually realize his feelings before you, he'll be blunt about it. He's not a guy that likes beating around the bush and is usually extremely straightforward. So, if he's leading the charge, you can bet he's going to take you off-guard with whatever confession he's devised to throw at you.

And if it's anything other than a "yes", he's going to be the biggest grump for the rest of your lives. Please don't even say "no" as a joke, he will not appreciate it; don't torture the man. He gets enough of that from his "inner self", especially if you say "no" and take it back. That's unnecessary fuel to the ever-burning fire inside his soul.

bottom. he tries to top a few times but fail miserably and later on become a moaning mess and a whimpering mess

his moans is LOUD but he tries to keep it down by moaning into the mattress. he also likes to have a really tight grip on your waist that at times he make you become bruised by it- afterward he'll apologize for it though

he's quite well with aftercare- tends to after fucking into you like a dog and begging to cum in you he will make sure to help you clean up- in fact he'll be the one who clean you up completely. he don't care if you can or cannot walk but he will carry you in his arms bridal style, his carry are gentle and soft and he'll bring you to shower with him and get you in new clothes and let you sleep on him

he wants you to enjoy yourself as much as him while he's slamming into you and he tries to be gentle and soft so he don't hurt you from his size but in the end he'll be so lost in himself because of the pleasure that he just couldn't help but go fast and whimpering like a pathetic man

he likes to make you sit and bounce on his dick because he wants to see your face (in the end he didn't because he's over the moon with the pleasure)