i said i would not post it on tumblr or ao3. this isn't either of those. doesn't count. right??? >_>
anyway scifi/psychic grimmjow/ichigo enemy sex in space. or something. nsfw.
"Heeeey. I'd recognize that hair anywhere. Ain't you the fucker who keeps cockblocking my shots?"
The last place Ichigo wanted to hear about his hair was in an alien forest on an alien planet in the middle of a quote-unquote "polite" standoff with an Arrancar hunter squad, and the last fucking person he wanted to hear it from was some asshole with hair as vividly blue as his own was orange.
He said nothing, though. Fourteen months under Captain Quilge Opie had broken him of opening his mouth unless addressed by a superior, and the Arrancar wasn't that.( Read more... )