It's pr0ntober!

[effervescible]

Yes, I have contest fic. (Coming along well.) Yes, I have exchange fic. Nevertheless, I've been seduced into participating in pr0ntober month! In keeping with the theme of the month, y'all give me Bleach pairings and a request and I'll come up with drabbly bits of smuttiness (possibly ranging from suggestiveness to actual sexing, we'll see where this goes.) I'll try whatever you want, but keep in mind I'm going to be better at the ones that make sense to my brain.

Hit me!

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[sintari.livejournal.com]

Pr0ntober lives on!!!!

Oh man, oh man, oh man... I should sneakily pass one of the prompt requests I'm writing off onto you but that wouldn't be proper, would it? So... How about Ichigo/Rukia "assessement." :p (Hey, it's practically written already!)

[jaina.livejournal.com]

You can't spell "assess" without "ass"!

[sintari.livejournal.com]

And you can't spell Ichigo without um... "go." (Damn, yours was better! :p)

Pr0ntober post #2!

[jaina.livejournal.com]

She was doing it again.

Ichigo paused in the middle of his training kata to look at Rukia, who was perched on one of the rocks in Urahara’s training area. She quickly looked away—it was just a flit of her eyes, cuz she was trying to be subtle about it, but it was enough to confirm his suspicions.

She was staring at his ass again.

He wasn’t sure how he knew that it was his ass, specifically, that seemed to so occupy her attention, instead of his back or whatever else she could be looking at. He just knew. She wasn’t supposed to be looking at him, anyway, at least not like that. She was supposed to be training him, or something—not sitting there watching him get sweaty. Well, enough of that.

Her eyes grew wide as he stalked over. “What are you doing? Get back to work, you’re supposed to be—“

“Why are you ogling me?”

“I was not ogling you.” She glared. “I was assessing you. That is my job as your liaison to Soul Society, you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said. He wasn’t so sure. It made sense for her to be the one to work with, but lately there had been all these little signs that that wasn’t the only reason she stuck around. The little looks, occasional touches. And while Ichigo knew he wasn’t stupid, he’d also cop to some obliviousness as far as girls went—if he’d just seen it recently, who knew how long it had been going on?

The occasional sweaty dreams that featured a lot of Rukia and not a lot of clothes didn’t help. “I’m just saying, if you wanna jump me so badly…” He hesitated. “Eh, never mind.” He turned away, blushing furiously. “Not like you could handle me anyway.”

Behind him, he heard the sound of a clipboard hitting the ground. “Oh REALLY.”

Before he could move, she’d tackled him, slamming his face into the dirt. “OI, RUKIA, WHAT THE HELL?”

“You’re a moron.” Just as quickly, she flipped him over and moved so she was straddling his hips. “You know that, right? A complete moron.”

He stared up at her for a moment, trying to think of something to say—and then decided fuck it and pulled her down to kiss her.

“Mmf. Yeah. A moron…whatever you say.”

“Yes. I don’t know why I put up with…do that again.”

The fuzzy part of his brain wondered if this could still count as training, or at least sparring, with with all the rolling around. This train of thought was interrupted when Rukia sat up again, rubbing up purposely against somewhere she really shouldn’t if she wanted him to work on his…stamina.

“Rukia,” he gulped. “Maybe we shouldn’t…”

“You are my student now,” she said lowly. “We. Are. Training.” With that, she took his hands in hers and slid them beneath the border of her top, directly over her breasts.

Ichigo stopped arguing.

***

Urahara was there when they finally climbed out of the basement area into the shop, fan flapping as always. “Kuchiki-san, Kurosaki-kun.” He nodded in greeting. “How was the training?”

Ichigo felt himself turn bright red, but Rukia just sauntered forward and through the door. “It was all right,” she called behind her. “But he still needs a lot more work.”

Ichigo nodded and hurried after her, not wanting Sandal-Hat to look at him and know, but the words quickly caught up to his brain. “HEY!”

Re: Pr0ntober post #2!

[sintari.livejournal.com]

OMG That was awesome. Awesomely awesome in the awesomest way awesomely possible. So many great lines - The occasional sweaty dreams that featured a lot of Rukia and not a lot of clothes didn’t help.

and

“It was all right,” she called behind her. “But he still needs a lot more work. *snicker* I die. I'm sure she won't mind training him. :p

I can't believe you wrote this in a day. I'm not worthy! *___*

And hey, do you mind if 1.) I pimp wildly. 2.) I add your Pr0ntober post to a Pr0ntober Master List I'm making? :D

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[beachlass.livejournal.com]

Very fun... the in charge Rukia and aware of his cluelessness Ichigo are wonderfully in character. Welcome to pr0ntober!

Woohoo!

[franwi.livejournal.com]

Ikkaku & Nemu. Secrets.

Re: Woohoo!

[jaina.livejournal.com]

There were times when no one could find Ikkaku. He wasn't training. He wasn't He wasn't drinking with the guys or stuffing his face.

There were times when Mayuri could not find his disobedient daughter and would surely beat her later. But other than that he paid it no mind.

Nemu and Ikkaku weren't having sex. Not at first. In the beginning, he'd just felt bad for her and wanted to get her away from her crazy father for a while. He didn't have anything against hitting girls, but it had to be in a real fight. She'd gone with him, but whether it was because she liked him or she was too used to being obedient, he couldn't say.

"Why aren't you afraid of me?" he asked once. "I could be draggin' you off to take advantage of you."

"They say you're gay, and with Ayasegawa-san," she replied.

"Uh huh." He eyed her. "They say you're a doll. That you got no feelings."

She merely looked at him and said nothing.

Not many words passed between them again, until he's hard and inside her and fucking her like tomorrow's never gonna come, not until they do. "Lemme tell you a secret," he hissed. "I ain't gay."

She ground against him, wet enough he thought he might drown. "I have one as well," she whispers, eyes bright and voice more animated and alive than it's ever been. "I'm not a doll."

[covet.livejournal.com]

>DDDDDDDDD

HI.

Hollow!Ichigo/Rukia : 'teeth'

[jaina.livejournal.com]

I think you are a little too enthusiastic about this, missy. Aichi is totally a biter.

Pr0ntober post #1! Reposted for typo-fixing

[jaina.livejournal.com]

Do I need a title? Is just a snippet. Call it "Unfaithful" if you must.


For all the intimate ways they've come to know each other, Rukia has never met Ichigo's hollow. She's never outright asked, and he's always been clear on the matter; he will never let the thing take control again if he can help it. Despite a morbid curiosity she does her best to quash, Rukia never questions him and never meets it, until it decides to make its own introduction.

They're in the middle of an extremely satisfying bout of lovemaking--and with Ichigo, it is always making love, never just sex--when it happens. She has her head thrown back on the pillow, sensations building inside her, when his thrusts get a little less gentle, his touches a little less soft. This just drives her closer to the edge and she clenches her legs around his hips, anticipating.

He moves faster, harder, and takes her hands in his, pressing them into the pillow on either side of her head. She's there, right on the precipice of orgasm when he laughs, the sound high and thin. "Rukia-chan," he hisses. "It's nice to meet you."

Her eyes fly open, meeting his yellow ones as he presses into her once more and she comes beneath his touch. The hollow never blinks.

It doesn't last long. The hollow sates itself on her--arousal or horror keeps her from crying out--and afterwards, Ichigo's body is a passed-out lump that's nearly crushing her. He often falls asleep right after sex and is a heavy sleeper, so when he displays only fuzzy memories and no suspicion in the morning, Rukia does not tell him.

There is no need. What happened was an aberration. Ichigo has held iron control over the hollow for ages now--if he slipped once, it is not his fault. It never occurs to Rukia that perhaps this control is a result of the hollow biding its time, until it happens again. And again.

It isn't too often--even Ichigo would eventually notice frequent blackouts in bed. But it is often enough. It never shows its face too early, always allows them to strip each other and build a heat between them before it wrests control from its unknowing host. She never knows when it will happen, but understands as soon as it does from the way the thing moves. The hollow never makes love to her. The hollow fucks her.

The things it does to her--where Ichigo caresses her, the hollow rakes her with its nails. Where Ichigo lays her back on the bed to give her pleasure, the hollow twists her into the most obscene positions. Where Ichigo coaxes an orgasm from her, the hollow demands one, setting her nerves on fire and biting into her skin until her control breaks.

Despite it all, she never thinks of telling Ichigo the truth. She knows that despite all he's gone through to suppress the thing inside him, this will break him. He will pull away from her, from everyone the hollow could hurt, and he needs her, almost as much as she needs him. Telling him will only hurt him. If this is what it takes to keep the hollow from lashing out in other ways, she will do it. This is not being unfaithful--this is bearing a burden for him, one she takes on with no regret and only a little ashamed at the wanton she becomes when it comes out.

It is a lie of omission she is content with, until another evening when Ichigo gives her that look and proceeds to kiss his way down her body, drawing her legs apart so he can go down on her. He pulls up short suddenly, an expression she can't recognize on his face, and traces the shape of a distinct bite mark on her inner thigh--one she never noticed or she would've healed it into nothingness--and asks a question she has no good answer to. "Where did this come from?"

[lemonyloyce.livejournal.com]

*points to icon*

Hitsugaya and Matsumoto; branded

[jaina.livejournal.com]

Why am I not surprise you already have an icon of that?

[jaina.livejournal.com]

Hitsugaya is a prodigy, and young for a captain of the Gotei 13, but he's no babe in the woods; he is still a man. He's just short. And though he'd never dignify such criticism by acknowledging it, he is content to know that there are those who see beyond matters of such little stature.

Take his vice-captain, for instance, lying naked beside him, blanket covering her only to the waist, snoring like an ox. He'd like to think it was him who wore her out so thoroughly, but he sees her during her daily afternoon nap, and the sound of sawing logs is nothing new. That doesn't stop him from smiling at the memory of how she got this way.

He lets his mind wander as he gets dressed (and Matsumoto DID work hard yesterday, even before certain evening activities, so he'll let her sleep instead of dragging her to the office). No one expected anything like this to happen between them. He was too professional; she, too everything else. But they've always been a team, and when it did happen, they weren't drunk or high on victory or anything else that would explain away their actions. They were them, and afterwards, they were still a team.

Still, Hitsugaya is a discreet man, and doesn't make a show of the new dimension of their relationship, but everyone seems to be looking at him this morning. Looking and giggling--not what he expects from his subordinates. He spends most of the morning snapping at people to get back to work until he catches a glimpse of his reflection while polishing his sword.

Hickeys. Large ones. All over his neck.

Matsumoto will be doing extra paperwork for a month.

[scathachdhu.livejournal.com]

Renji/Rukia; sunshine.

[jaina.livejournal.com]

For years, Renji dreamed of what sex would be like between him and his best friend. He was a fool in love, so of course he assumed it would be glorious. But even fools can be right once in a while, and as he found out once all the execution bullshit was over with, it was glorious.

And not just for him--he'd discovered after a really damn fun period of testing that Rukia liked it just as much, which meant with the right touches and dirty whispers, he could actually seduce her. And if he tried really hard, he could seduce her in highly inappropriate places.

Like here, for instance. For the duration of this mission in the living world, Renji's got his own room in the Shoten, but that doesn't mean it's a good idea to have sex there. He can't help it. The way she says his name, the feel of her mouth on his skin, the delicious heat of being inside her...hell, he's only human.

It's fucking sentimental, but when when she comes, he thinks her smile looks like sunshine. It's a good moment, at least until they get dressed and leave the room to find the rest of the team assembled for a meeting.

Later, after much apologizing, Rukia deigns to allow him to touch her again. She smiles like sunshine again, and he thinks everything is good--and that's the last thing he remembers.

He's not sure how long he was out, but when he wakes up, it's daylight, and he's out in the yard of the shoten, limbs locked up with a binding spell. He's wearing Chappy boxers and, he soon finds out, has a lot of funny marks on his face that aren't tattoos.

That's the thing about sunshine, he reflects ruefully. It burns.

[raynos.livejournal.com]

Aichi/Rukia, creep

Take that any way you will. Or all ways! =D

[jaina.livejournal.com]

Rukia slammed the door behind them. "I cannot believe you did that," she seethed.

He shrugged. "I didn't DO anything."

"You nearly ruined Ichigo's reputation! Why do you insist on impersonating?"

"I don't impersoinate shit," he sneered. "Not my fault if people want to make assumptions. It's not like we're identical."

"Yes, you are."

"Only if you're color blind." He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a can of soda.

"Still!" She stamped her foot down. "We let you live here out of the kindness of our hearts when by all rights we should have killed you years ago, and this is how you repay us!"

"Again, not my fault. I was born because of you and him, not of my own free will. Huh, that makes you like my parents, which means you are responsible for me." He made a face. "Wait. Never mind. I don't want to start another Oedious complex. One is enough in this household."

"I just think you need to find your own identity and stop trying to steal Ichigo's," she said.

He set the can down. Slowly. And then he was on her before she could blink, backing her up until she was pressed against the kitchen table. He shoved her so she lay across it and swiftly spread her legs, grinding his hips against hers until she gasped. "Rukia, there's one thing you need to realize." He grinned as he slipped his fingers below her panties and stroked the wetness that was already there. She enjoyed the sensation for a long moment, until he swiveled his hand down her hip and pressed a wet finger into her ass.

Eyes wide, she gave him her full attention as he spoke. "I am not nearly as like Ichigo as you think."

He bent down and she moaned her agreement.

[buttercup0222.livejournal.com]

Renji/Rukia, note

[jaina.livejournal.com]

Renji can tell when Rukia finished because of the slight change in her breathing and the quivering between her legs at the moment of orgasm. Other than that, there's no audible sign--as loud as she can be when pissed off, Rukia is quiet in bed. He doesn't mind that much, because he has always loved everything about her, but he has to admit that sometimes it bothers him, especially when he's grunting like an ox.

"I can't help it," she says in the afterglow, her hair pillowed on his chest, a smooth contrast to the equally dark, jagged tattoos marked there. "It's jusut how I am. Besides, I don't want people to hear us. They don't need to know our private business."

Renji disagrees with this, partially--he doesn't particularly want people to know the whens and the wheres, but it's a great feeling to know he is Kuchiki Rukia's lover now, and not just the man who trailed behind her for so long. But as always, he'll go with her decision (and will proceed to remind Ikkaku that it's not being whipped, it's getting some and Ikkaku should try it sometime).

The next time they're together, instead of letting her climb on and take the lead like usual, he gently but firmly sets her on her back, holding her down every time she tries to move and silencing all questions with kisses. He's normally a straightforward, get-it-done-efficiently guy, but this time he makes it slow, drawing things out and torturing her in the best way possible. It's harder on him that it is on her--a lot harder--but in the end, when she comes hard and hits that high-pitched note he's been waiting for, he knows it was worth it.

[wildwesternwind.livejournal.com]

Ohho...so Sin seduced you into joining Pr0ntober as well? Nice. If I wasnt too busy I would through in my pr0n as well, but since I cant, I shall throw in ideas (as Sintari can well vouch for)...

Here you go

Yumichika/Isane and key word "limber". (yep..pretty well cracked), but if that doesnt trip your trigger anything that involves Ichigo, blood on his face, bandages and bankai floats my boat rather well.

May I friend you as well?

[jaina.livejournal.com]

Sure, go ahead! :) Yay, your prompt sounds interesting! I'll definitely get to it during this happy month.

I FAIL AT ACTUAL PORN

[jaina.livejournal.com]

Isane shook her head in amazement. "I just don't understand, Ayasegawa-san."

"What's to understand?" He sparkled at her. Figuratively. Wait, no, he was literally sparkling at her. "You can see I'm perfectly healthy."

"Yes, and Hisagi-san is not, and I know how skilled he is," she said. "11th Division or not, you should be bleeding or at least sore somewhere."

"Ah," he leaned in close, "But that would not be beautiful. Look, I'll prove it to you." With that, he threew himself into a series of stretches and twirls that would like positively flaming on anyone else--and did a bit on him--but were somehow just...

Well, beautiful.

He sparkled again. "Well?"

"You're very..." She hesitated. "Limber," she finished.

In a flash step, he was right next to her. "You know, Isane-san," he said, stroking her hand. "Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?"

She gulped.

Did someone say pr0n?

[utenatai.livejournal.com]

Ichigo/Renji/Rukia Tatami mats.

Re: Did someone say pr0n?

[jaina.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry this isn't as pr0ny as it should be!

"Burn cream." Rukia held out a hand imperiously.

"Here."

"Thank you, Renji." She dabbed daintily--for a moment, before giving up and smearing it on. "Bandages."

"Yo."

This task, too, was accomplished brusquely.

"All right." She stood and brushed her hands together. "That takes care of your backs. You know, you two really should be more careful."

"Us?" Renji protested. "Excuse me, I seem to remember someone with better breasts that Kurosaki here tackling us to the ground and enjoying a ride."

"No shit." Ichigo nodded in solidarity. "I know we're hot and everything, but geez, you need to control yourself."

"Let's so how well you to do when you're the one constantly getting pulled outside of the officers' party for ten seconds of groping," she snapped. "You got the reaction you wanted! If that means you got contact burns from the tatami mats, that is your OWN fault. Now." She pointed. "Drop your pants. I don't want to see you wincing every time you sit down for the next."

They exchanged a nervous glance and did as she said, hissing as she slapped more cream and bandages on their sore asses.

Still, some things were worth it.