Two short fics - Bleach, Byakuya/Ichigo and Rangiku/Gin (NC-17)
Taichou and I decided to both write fic for a list of prompts I gave her. I still have... 12 of the prompts to go but I thought I'd upload these, as I'm pretty proud of them and if the rest turn out this size, they won't all fit in one post XD
Title: Negative Reinforcement
Fandom: BLEACH
Pairings: Kuchki Byakuya/Kurosaki Ichigo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bondage, spanking (riding crop), orgasm denial, some D/s themes
Disclaimer: BLEACH belongs to Kubo Tite and related companies, I just like to play with his characters.
Summary: Kuchiki-taichou will only tolerate this disrespect so long.
Word count: 316
Author's notes: Written for the prompt Byakuya/Ichigo - proper address
Ichigo’s breath hitched as supple leather dipped between his legs, stroking teasingly up over his balls and along the length of his cock. He strained against the cuffs that bound him to a beam far enough above his head to force him up on his toes - stretched out and panting desperately for breath, he begged silently for harder touches with the twitching of his hips and wordless, gasping moans.
The sudden slap of the crop against his thigh brought a whimper but the next, stinging touch coaxed a relieved groan from him as the pain simply blended with that from the red welts already covering him. Ichigo breathed his tormentor’s name and was rewarded with a series of harder strikes, each laid perfectly over those marks already burning a line across the top of his thighs.
“Would you care to try that again?”
A shudder ran through him as Byakuya’s whisper ghosted over his ear; Ichigo could almost feel him, agonisingly close but not touching the trembling, sweat soaked body in front of him. Silence, he already knew, was not to be tolerated, and Ichigo welcomed reprimanding strikes with soft gasps and louder moans. He was on fire, the slow burn spreading out to encompass his entire body. It was all almost too much; he couldn’t take this sweet torment much longer, his body crying out for release as Byakuya refused to halt this time-
“Kuchiki- taichou,” Ichigo breathed, surrendering to this implacable man. He almost cried out when long fingers wrapped around his aching cock and stroked slowly - once, twice, and he was lost to the throes of his long denied orgasm.
Byakuya smirked as he released the restraints and gently caught the exhausted boy. He held him while Ichigo shuddered and panted, whispering fervent promises to never address him disrespectfully again if Byakuya - no, Kuchiki-taichou - would just do that again.
Title: Pure Hellfire
Fandom: BLEACH
Pairings: Mastumoto Rangiku/Ichimaru Gin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Spanking (tawse), ice play, bondage, blood, D/s, sadomasochism
Disclaimer: BLEACH belongs to Kubo Tite and related companies, I just like to play with his characters.
Summary: Gin always knows who to turn to when his sins feel too heavy to bear.
Word count: 254
Author's notes: Written for the prompt 'Rangiku/Gin - purification'
There’s warmth in the touch of her hands, in the way nimble fingers touch and tease, heating his cold blooded skin.
He’s not supposed to enjoy this - he didn’t, when they first started. Now, each time the tawse that she wields with startling ease cuts into unflinching flesh, each time she soothes fresh wounds with salted ice while he writhes and curses, he finds an edge of pleasure along the knife’s blade of pain he willingly walks.
Gin supposes the pleasure comes from knowing who it is that holds him in check and that she knows exactly where to stop. Just before he reaches breaking point, tears pricking at unguarded blue eyes, the implents are dropped and the cuffs are released. She allows him to fall back into soft pillows and a softer embrace, pillowing his head against her and stroking sweat damp hair from a tired face.
She leaves him bleeding, knowing he’ll fight if she tries to heal him, but calms the tremours wracking him in the aftermath with warm, gentle hands as she easily brings him to completion; she knows him inside and out and is always exactly where he needs her. She’s done this countless times, knows exactly what he wants when he turns up at her door with his mask shattered and blood on his hands.
Rangiku is his centre: each and every time his sins weigh too heavily on his filthy soul, she puts him through hell only to clense him with the lightest of redeeming touches.
Title: Negative Reinforcement
Fandom: BLEACH
Pairings: Kuchki Byakuya/Kurosaki Ichigo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bondage, spanking (riding crop), orgasm denial, some D/s themes
Disclaimer: BLEACH belongs to Kubo Tite and related companies, I just like to play with his characters.
Summary: Kuchiki-taichou will only tolerate this disrespect so long.
Word count: 316
Author's notes: Written for the prompt Byakuya/Ichigo - proper address
Ichigo’s breath hitched as supple leather dipped between his legs, stroking teasingly up over his balls and along the length of his cock. He strained against the cuffs that bound him to a beam far enough above his head to force him up on his toes - stretched out and panting desperately for breath, he begged silently for harder touches with the twitching of his hips and wordless, gasping moans.
The sudden slap of the crop against his thigh brought a whimper but the next, stinging touch coaxed a relieved groan from him as the pain simply blended with that from the red welts already covering him. Ichigo breathed his tormentor’s name and was rewarded with a series of harder strikes, each laid perfectly over those marks already burning a line across the top of his thighs.
“Would you care to try that again?”
A shudder ran through him as Byakuya’s whisper ghosted over his ear; Ichigo could almost feel him, agonisingly close but not touching the trembling, sweat soaked body in front of him. Silence, he already knew, was not to be tolerated, and Ichigo welcomed reprimanding strikes with soft gasps and louder moans. He was on fire, the slow burn spreading out to encompass his entire body. It was all almost too much; he couldn’t take this sweet torment much longer, his body crying out for release as Byakuya refused to halt this time-
“Kuchiki- taichou,” Ichigo breathed, surrendering to this implacable man. He almost cried out when long fingers wrapped around his aching cock and stroked slowly - once, twice, and he was lost to the throes of his long denied orgasm.
Byakuya smirked as he released the restraints and gently caught the exhausted boy. He held him while Ichigo shuddered and panted, whispering fervent promises to never address him disrespectfully again if Byakuya - no, Kuchiki-taichou - would just do that again.
Title: Pure Hellfire
Fandom: BLEACH
Pairings: Mastumoto Rangiku/Ichimaru Gin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Spanking (tawse), ice play, bondage, blood, D/s, sadomasochism
Disclaimer: BLEACH belongs to Kubo Tite and related companies, I just like to play with his characters.
Summary: Gin always knows who to turn to when his sins feel too heavy to bear.
Word count: 254
Author's notes: Written for the prompt 'Rangiku/Gin - purification'
There’s warmth in the touch of her hands, in the way nimble fingers touch and tease, heating his cold blooded skin.
He’s not supposed to enjoy this - he didn’t, when they first started. Now, each time the tawse that she wields with startling ease cuts into unflinching flesh, each time she soothes fresh wounds with salted ice while he writhes and curses, he finds an edge of pleasure along the knife’s blade of pain he willingly walks.
Gin supposes the pleasure comes from knowing who it is that holds him in check and that she knows exactly where to stop. Just before he reaches breaking point, tears pricking at unguarded blue eyes, the implents are dropped and the cuffs are released. She allows him to fall back into soft pillows and a softer embrace, pillowing his head against her and stroking sweat damp hair from a tired face.
She leaves him bleeding, knowing he’ll fight if she tries to heal him, but calms the tremours wracking him in the aftermath with warm, gentle hands as she easily brings him to completion; she knows him inside and out and is always exactly where he needs her. She’s done this countless times, knows exactly what he wants when he turns up at her door with his mask shattered and blood on his hands.
Rangiku is his centre: each and every time his sins weigh too heavily on his filthy soul, she puts him through hell only to clense him with the lightest of redeeming touches.