Ishida Uryuu Drabbles
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Bleach › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,550
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1
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job
Characters: Ishida, Orihime, Grimmjaw, Aizen
Prompt: Job
Rating/Warning: NC-17, w non-con
Words: 227
SPOILERS AGAIN FOR RECENT MANGA CHAPTERS!
"Get your filthy shinigami hands off of Inoue-san" snarled a bloody, furious Ishida. Aizen just cast a mild glace towards the irate youth. "Now Quincy-san, you have your own troubles to worry about. I'll take good care of little Inoue-san, don't worry. You, however, have someone who has taken quite an interest in you and because of his victory, I have decided to grant him a small request."
The blue-haired arrancar he had so recently fought sauntered up to Aizen's throne, where Aizen had poor Inoue shackled and draped upon his lap. "Grimmjaw, take him, but don't kill him yet." Grimmjaw's leer turned into a full blown maniacal grin. He walked towards Ishida, grabbed the back of his collar and began to drag him away. Ishida tried to struggle but the shackles were cutting off his reistsu. As the door shut, he heard Inoue scream his name. The one-armed arrancar jerked him around and slammed him against the wall, "We're gonna have fun, you and I, pretty boy. Your job is to be my pet." he whispered as he stuck his hand down Ishida's pants. Ishida clamped his lips together to stifle a gasp, horrified to find himself beginning to get hard. "You a virgin? Nothing like virgin blood. I don't think I'll wait. You need to know who owns you now."
Grimmjaw snickered as he began to leave bleeding bite marks on Ishida's neck. In the next few seconds, Ishida suddenly found himself divested of clothing, facing the wall, with a large cock at his ass. "NO! Sto-" was all he had time for as the arrancar slammed home without any mercy, using Ishida's blood as lubricant, "Better get use to this Quincy-san, from now on, your my bitch."
Prompt: Job
Rating/Warning: NC-17, w non-con
Words: 227
SPOILERS AGAIN FOR RECENT MANGA CHAPTERS!
"Get your filthy shinigami hands off of Inoue-san" snarled a bloody, furious Ishida. Aizen just cast a mild glace towards the irate youth. "Now Quincy-san, you have your own troubles to worry about. I'll take good care of little Inoue-san, don't worry. You, however, have someone who has taken quite an interest in you and because of his victory, I have decided to grant him a small request."
The blue-haired arrancar he had so recently fought sauntered up to Aizen's throne, where Aizen had poor Inoue shackled and draped upon his lap. "Grimmjaw, take him, but don't kill him yet." Grimmjaw's leer turned into a full blown maniacal grin. He walked towards Ishida, grabbed the back of his collar and began to drag him away. Ishida tried to struggle but the shackles were cutting off his reistsu. As the door shut, he heard Inoue scream his name. The one-armed arrancar jerked him around and slammed him against the wall, "We're gonna have fun, you and I, pretty boy. Your job is to be my pet." he whispered as he stuck his hand down Ishida's pants. Ishida clamped his lips together to stifle a gasp, horrified to find himself beginning to get hard. "You a virgin? Nothing like virgin blood. I don't think I'll wait. You need to know who owns you now."
Grimmjaw snickered as he began to leave bleeding bite marks on Ishida's neck. In the next few seconds, Ishida suddenly found himself divested of clothing, facing the wall, with a large cock at his ass. "NO! Sto-" was all he had time for as the arrancar slammed home without any mercy, using Ishida's blood as lubricant, "Better get use to this Quincy-san, from now on, your my bitch."