I DON'T OWN BLEACH
This will be a collection of special requests that include crossovers and/or various pairings that can be Yaoi, Yuri, Hentai etc..
Fics that don't fit in another collection I'll add to this one. It'll be a variety of couples based on some requests I get. =)
Updates will totally depend on requests.
Fuzzi's Rare Requests
Warning... this is gender bend yuri if this doesn't appeal to you back out now^^
FemJuushiro/FemIchigo by request for my best friend RamecupMiso. The plot credit goes to her =) HUGS YOU!
Ok I'll be the first to say I have never done Yuri but I was asked and I thought why not upload this one so others who enjoy it can read it too^^
Picture Perfect; Yuri Edit
Part One;
"Damn I'm late for work." Ichigo looks at her watch and frowns. She will get an earful from Urahara-san about this. He is always making her stay over to make up for her habitual tardiness. With a sigh she darts through the crowd until pausing at the crosswalk. The ringing of her phone makes her right right twitch. "I'm coming, damn it!" she yells into the receiver after pulling it from her pocket.
"Kurosaki-san! The shop is packed! Get here quickly please."
"Yeah, yeah." she says as the light changes and people begin sweeping past her. "Oi!" getting knocked over by a bike her shoulder bag dumps to the road. Papers, pencils and magazine clippings fly out in a swirl of white. "Shit!" Ichigo begins flailing her arms catching her sketches and picking up pencils too busy to notice the light changing.
"Look out!"
"Huh?" Suddenly a car screeches toward her, an arm wraps around her wrist yanking her just in time to the safety of the curb. "Slow down asshole!" she screams waving an arm in the air.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" A kind voice asks, making Ichigo turn around.
"Nah, I'm fine." Ichigo looks up to find a tall pale skinned woman with long white hair down past her shoulders looking at her with concern.
"Nothing bruised I hope?" The white haired woman asks watching the boisterous girl blushing crimson.
"I-I'm fine." Ichigo stutters, taking in the woman's smooth perfect skin and dark brown eyes. Instantly smitten, she nervously takes a step back only to feel the woman's have grab her wrist. My god she is beautiful. She stands out around ordinary people. The ringing of her phone reminds her she is late. "Urahara-san! I-I'm late for work!" Quickly bowing she thanks the stunning woman and dashes across the street vanishing into the crowd.
"I didn't even get your name!" Juushiro calls after the young woman when she notices some papers left scattered on the ground. "What's this?" Picking up three papers and a small business card she notices one particular drawing of a black polka dot dress. "Oh?" Smiling at the cute red buttons running down the middle of the A frame dress she decides to find out about the girl who drew them. At the bottom of the sketch is a name. Pulling out a small red phone she dials the number on the business card. "Does Ichigo Kurosaki work there?"
"If you mean the very late Kurosaki-san who will be my slave for the evening, then yes." Urahara answers mildly curious at who would ask for her. "May I take a message?"
"Slave?" Juushiro's eyes grow wide until she hears the man chuckle. "Oh you are joking. I was thinking the worst."
"Most people do about me."
"Would you ask her to call me?" Juushiro asks motioning for a cab when it starts to rain.
"Oh you are in luck. Kurosaki-san just arrived." Kisuke tosses Ichigo the phone vanishing around the corner only to pop his head back over to eavesdrop.
"H-hello?"
"Kurosaki-san? I'm Juushiro Ukitake and I believe you dropped a few of your designs on the street corner."
"Oh damn..." Ichigo instantly starts digging through her belongings with a frown. "I'm missing some yeah."
"I'm quite fond of the polka dots. Would you be willing to design a dress for me?" Juushiro crosses her fingers hoping to say anything that might persuade the young woman. "I'm willing to pay well of course."
"Really?" Ichigo silently squeals inside. "Ok."
"Great! Come by my agency in the morning. I'm looking forward to it!"
"Yeah me too." she answers coolly, but soon as she hangs up she screams out loud. "I got a job making clothes for someone! EEEEEEEKKKK!"
"I'm so happy for you Kurosaki-san!" Urahara dashes around the corner pouncing the unsuspecting girl. "I knew you could do it!" He says rubbing his face against hers.
"G-Get off me!" She kicks at his face with a boot. "No glomping damn it!" Ichigo's right eye shuts in annoyance as he continues to snuggle at her face. "Ugh, unwanted affection."
"Kurosaki-san, is so cold~!"
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Ichigo smooths the skirt of her favorite design. The red and black plaid cocktail dress with a flaring short skirt doesn't look very good on her, but at least it might be seen by someone interested in her designs. "Ok, Ichi... do your best!" Pulling open the door to the agency she was emailed this morning to meet her client she tries to conceal her excitement.
Walking up to the reception desk she gives her name and is instantly pointed to a frosted gold door at the end of a long hallway. Clutching the pink handle of her supply case she lightly raps on the door. The glass door silently opens revealing a very familiar face. "OH, it's you?"
"You can call me, Juushiro." she says taking a step back and lifting an arm to invite to petite woman with vibrant orange hair to come in.
"Thanks..." Ichigo steps inside, instantly her eye grow round realizing this tall white haired woman is Juushiro, The supermodel Juushiro. "Oh god... you are her." Ichigo points to the large framed picture of Juushiro wearing a Wang Wedding dress. This woman is world famous... everyone knows her face... every designer wants her to wear their clothes.
"Yes." she answer closing her eyes and smiling warmly. "I would love to wear one of your dresses to a benefit for the local children hospital."
"But don't you normally wear one by Dior, or Versace?" Ichigo shakes in her heels almost too nervous to stand. "The dresses raise money for the terminal patients. I-I don't think some unknown designer like me would get very much money for the kids."
"This year they are auctioning off a evening with me as the main prize. So the dress will certainly be seen." Juushiro walks toward the trembling girl, her white linen dress flowing around her ankles. "I would like three designs to pick from by the end of the week. Is that too fast?"
"U-Um..."
"I'll pay you extra of course. Half now..." Juushiro points to a small check on the glass table. "And half on delivery of my final selection."
Ichigo walks over to the table and slides the check across the glass to the edge of the table. "What did you see in my drawings that made you wanna hire me?" she asks tapping her fingertips against the paper.
"Did you design the dress you are wearing?" Her hand reaches down to touch the black lace peeking from under the red and black plaid skirt. Watching Ichigo nod she smiles running her finger along the hem. "You are using fusing older patterns with new fabrics in a fresh design." Tilting her head she notices the petite woman's small features and tan skin. Despite her modest personality Ichigo is quite cute, eye catching really. "Does my answer satisfy you?" Juushiro asks putting a hand on the wide black belt of Ichigo's dress.
"Y-Yeah, it's fine." Ichigo mutters from the feel of Juushiro's fingers sliding up her waist to touch the heart-shaped bodice. The scent of clementine drifts to Ichigo's nose. This woman so interested in her clothes, smells expensive, looks expensive... she lifts the check from the table peeking at the numbers... and pays way too much for clothes. "We are in different worlds."
"I'm so glad." Juushiro lifts her hand suddenly curious at the long large curls of vibrant orange hair hastily pulled up in a plain hair clip. "May I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"This color?"
"Real." Ichigo tilts her eyes to the pristine polished floor. "Horrible orange." she whispers feeling so out of place next to a woman who is perfect on every way.
"Incredible..." Unable to resist her slender fingers tug the clip from Ichigo's hair releasing a cascade of glowing orange fire. "you should always wear it down. It's beautiful."
"Oh, well. Um." Her face turns crimson. Did a gorgeous woman just tell her she is beautiful? "Not really."
"Hmm." Juushiro's eyes catch the uncomfortable reaction and instantly take a step back. Why does she argue? The girl is adorable. Even more so now that her face is flushed. She will enjoy spending time and hopefully making friends with this young woman. "When would you like to start?"
"Oh! The event is in two weeks. So Right away!" Giving Juushiro a smile she left her carrying case up. "I brought everything I should need."
"There... you are smiling again. I'm happy."
"Ha, ha." Ichigo chuckles setting her case on the table and opening up. "I'll just get your measurements, then find a corner and stick myself in it and start brainstorming."
Juushiro nods her head and Ichigo pulls out her tape measure and begins to jot down numbers. Arm length, leg, her tape wraps around her narrow waist. "You are like a size two. Do you starve?"
"No, I eat fine."
"Sorry, you must hear that a lot." Ichigo adds noticing Juushiro's smile fade. Lifting the tape she wraps it around Juushiro's breasts. Her finger sliding lightly around her back to the tops of her breasts smoothing out a kink in the line.
"People make many assumptions about women in my line of work." Juushiro's arms prickle from the cool fingertips moving the tape over her bare shoulders. The orange haired girl is touching her gently tan fingers glide up to measure her neck. Lowering her dark brown eyes she stares at Ichigo's fine features. Bright amber eyes, thick full lashes, and pink full lips. The temptation is there... Juushiro considers touching her flushed cheeks to feel the heat, then glide over to those plump lips and caress them with her thumb.
Ichigo pauses for a moment noticing the interest in Juushiro's eyes. Could she be giving her a look? No... Her hands continue moving. This gap between them is too far. And a woman, hah. That isn't what is happening. Well women can admire each other without it meaning anything. But, not Ichigo. A model wouldn't have a reason to like her.
"Her lips look soft." Juushiro's eye lashes flutter, the faint scent of vanilla reaching her nose. The image flashes through her mind. She could just lean down and slide over those sweet lips. Kissing her, sliding her finger through her hair. "Yes... that would be so nice." Her arms could wrap around her, holding her so their breasts would press together. Would Ichigo say her name? Her voice might tremble as Juushiro's hands slide under her shirt to feel her warm silky skin.
"Juushiro?" Ichigo calls her name looking up at the blushing woman as she measure her inseam. "Juushiro? Are you alright?"
"Y-yes."
"I'm all finished."
"Juushiro we are ready for you." Nanao walks into the room eye blue eyes shifting from her models to the stranger.
"Thank you." Juushiro reluctantly moves toward Nanao stopping for a second to give Ichigo a warm smile. "I'll be back later, Ichigo."
"Don't worry about me. I have plenty to do." Ichigo replies watching the shiny white hair drift past her face as Juushiro leaves the room. Glancing around she finds a small sofa and sits down beginning to draw.
Four hours later Juushiro finally emerges from her photo shoot. The snug fitting dress floating around her knees has small blue bell flowers flitting as she walks up quietly behind Ichigo. Trying not to giggle she wraps her arms around Ichigo to hear her scream. "Ichi!"
"GAH!" Ichigo's vision suddenly goes dark. Then she hears Juushiro's laugh and can't help but squirm away. "No sneaking up on me! BAD Juushiro! Bad!"
"You are so cute!" she replies, lifting up her hands in defeat. "How can I bare not seeing that blush?"
"I-I'm not cute. I'm orange." Ichigo folds her arms in front of her chest turning away from the laughing supermodel.
"No, you are very, very cute." Clapping her hands together Juushiro plops down on the sofa watching her blush. "So what have-" her stomach suddenly grows loud and embarrassing.
"Hungry? Let's go eat." Ichigo grabs Juushiro by the wrist. "I'm starving and I know just the place."
Twenty minutes later the two women walk into the Kurosaki family kitchen.
"Just tell me what you want and I will cook it for you." Ichigo pulls out a brown frilly apron with brown polka dots wrapping it around her body. "Go on! Anything you want."
"Ohhh, just look at that apron." Juushiro admires the fabric running a hand over the cute white eyelet lace running along the neckline.
"This isn't going to feed you." Ichigo swats at Juushiro's hands. "Food. Order. Now."
"You are a strict chef."
"Fine, you default." Ichigo picks up a spatula and points it at a bar stool. "Sit."
"Oh alright." she moves over to the chair and sits down on the tall black cushioned stool. She can't remember smiling this much in a long, long time. "You make me smile." Juushiro says, leaning her elbow on her chin content to watch Ichigo cooking up a storm.
"It's called friendship." Ichigo gives Juushiro a grin only to see the woman wink at her. "Winking..." she whispers looking quickly away. Is she really flirting with her or is this normal for girls? Trying to block out the dark brown eyes following her movements Ichigo begins cooking up some dumplings and fried rice.
"You know your way around a kitchen. I'm useless."
"Ah, comes with the territory. When your mom dies and you are the oldest, you tend have a high learning curve for certain things. Feel like getting out the tableware?" Ichigo asks pointing a finger at the cupboard behind her.
"I'd love to." Rising from the stool she walks around the bar standing directly behind Ichigo. "It smells delicious." Grabbing a couple of plates she turns around and notices Ichigo stirring a sauce for the dumplings. "Oh! I love a nice dipping sauce. Can I taste it?"
"Of course." Ichigo tries to hand Juushiro a spoon but realizes her hands are full. "Here." Dunking the spoon in the sauce she blows on it lightly before putting it up to the taller woman's lips. "Think it needs more salt?" She watches her lips part and nervously slips the spoon inside Juushiro's mouth. "I'm feeding her like we're on some date! Kyaa!"
"It's perfect." she tells Ichigo soon as the spoon is pulled from her lips. "Is there anything you can't do?"
"Look gorgeous just licking a spoon." Ichigo laughs filling up their plates so Juushiro can set them on the table. "That sounded so wrong! Say something else! Something smart!" Ichigo pours two glasses of tea trying not to look Juushiro in the face. It's one thing to tell a girl her outfit is nice. But to actually talk about her tongue? Not good. Not good. So Ichigo does the only thing she can think of and that's to talk about her ideas for the dress and colors that might be in style. She can do this, talk to a woman. Be friends with another woman. Not that she has any girl type friends... Ichigo mostly hangs out with Urahara-san and the guys from Karate class.
Nibbling absentmindedly at the food Juushiro listen's to Ichigo talk about her yearly camping trips with her family and getting her black belt in Karate. "I would have liked to learn a martial art." She says with a dreamy tone in her voice.
"It's never to late to start."
"My agent would disagree." Juushiro says with a slight pout. "I have a whole list of banned activities. He is terrified I might break a leg of cut my face."
"Ugh, that sucks. I would do it anyway and take pictures of you doing it just to prove it's fine." They both laugh finishing up the meal and clearing away the dishes. Ichigo pours some leftover in a small clear plastic container and sets it on the counter a serving spoon get knock into the sink splashing a few drops of sauce near her lips.
"Oh, you have a bit of sauce." she says handing Ichigo the two drinking glasses. "She is so cute." Without giving it another thought she tilts her head down lightly flicking her tongue over the corner of Ichigo's lips.
"Wha-what is happening?" Ichigo's mind seizes up, as the warm slightly course tongue licks incredibly close to her lips. Her eyes grow wide gazing at the white-haired woman's dark chocolate eyes.. Ok... it's just very friendly way to... The tongue slips up the corner of her mouth sending at shiver up her spine. "Ohhh, that feels so nice." Her thoughts betray her, and Ichigo quickly takes a step back turning blood red. "U-Um so... what would you like to do now?"
"I want to see your room." Juushiro whirls around heading for the small set of stairs she saw in the living room on her way in. This is so fun! Having friends is just like she saw on television. "Is it upstairs?"
"What? Um...Y-Yeah..." she replies trying to keep up with Juushiro. "B-But you don't really want to go in there right?" Ichigo scrambles up the step behind Juushiro dashing past her and plastering her body in front of her open door. "Nothing really interesting in here I swear."
"You couldn't be more wrong." Ducking under Ichigo's arm she smiles wide looking around the quaint room designed in hues of blue and white. "Wow... a real bedroom."
"It's kinda messy." Dashing around the room she grabs various outfits stuffing them into drawers and picking up shoes. "I didn't really think I would be showing my room to my new client."
"But..." Juushiro grows still with a frown. "You said downstairs we are friends."
"Oh.." Blinking she watches her eyes fill with tears. Oh shit... you can't make a model cry. There has to be rules about that kind of thing. "We are!" Ichigo waves her palms in the air nervously.
"You are sure?"
"Absolutely! So stop doing that sad thing there cuz it makes me want too..." Growing more frustrated she grabs a stuffed lion for her bed. "Just hug Kon. When I'm sad I hug Kon and he makes me feel better." Shoving the yellow animal in Juushiro's arms she tries her best to smile. "See? He likes you."
"Kon?" She stares for a moment at the overly simple creature, then smiles. "You are giving your Kon to me?"
"Yup."
"Thank you." Juushiro is overwhelmed at the gift and instantly wraps her arms around Ichigo. "I will take very good care of him, and you can visit him at the agency anytime you like."
"U-Um..." Caught off guard Ichigo lifts her hand up and lightly touches Juushiro's long white locks. She has never felt anything so soft before. Her hand slides easily through the shiny snowy hair. Fresh scents drift around her as she feels Juushiro's breasts brush up against hers. It's strange and a lot different than being around her rough guy friends. "Juushiro is soft... so very soft and pretty." But her hand continues stroking long silk as she senses a hand curling at her waist. The feeling of the woman next to her is so pleasing, so full of warmth she can't stop clinging to her.
Sliding her hands to Ichigo's chin she gently nudges her head up. "Thank you, Ichigo." The way the younger girl looks at her and blushes makes her skin heat up. She is so tempting to kiss. Her head leans down and lightly brushes over her sweet pink lips. The flipping of her stomach telling her what she already suspected. "Ohhh, you are so sweet," Juushiro whispers before leaning into the kiss and pressing harder. A strong attraction ripples through her, she reacts instantly by sucking slightly on Ichigo's lower lip. She likes this girl, so very much and can't stop herself from wanting to take just a little bit more.
Shocked and trembling Ichigo clutches at Juushiro's waist to keep from falling into her. The fragrance, the kiss, the incredible new sensations humming through her is terrifying but exciting. She can't believe another girls kiss is this good. The tenderness is such exquisite pleasure she lets Juushiro slip her tongue into her mouth. Her body turns to liquid, the light, gentle flick of a warm moist tongue gliding over her lips is scintillating.
Just for a split second Ichigo's tongue moves against hers igniting a flurry of lust inside her chest. Wanting... streaks through her body, a sultry need for the orange-haired woman manifests as her sex grows wet. However she senses Ichigo's body tighten up and suddenly pull away. "Oh... it's too soon for this."
Confused and almost ashamed Ichigo looks to the floor. Words of apology, of brushing off something so powerful burn at her lips, but they just won't come.
Sensing Ichigo's reluctance Juushiro takes a step toward the orange-haired girl only to see her flinch. "I have offended you... please forgive me. I should have asked."
"I-It's nothing."
"I should go." Juushiro slips out of the room and down the stairs fighting the tears in her eyes. The young woman obviously didn't want that kiss and Juushiro took advantage of her. "I'm terrible! Terrible! I will lose my only friend." Holding the bright yellow stuffed animal on her lap she rides in a company car back to the agency.
"Just hug Kon. When I'm sad I hug Kon and he makes me feel better."
But it only slightly eases her fears. The thing that really makes her feel better she left behind in pain.
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Later that evening Ichigo is sitting on a chair in Urahara's s shop twirling her straw around in a tall glass of ice tea.
Kisuke walks by her three times listening to her sigh before finally sitting down next to her and giving her the infamous Urahara stare.
"What?" she asks in a rough tone. No way is Kisuke going to let her leave without her spilling her guts about this and Ichigo isn't sure she even wants to talk about it. Glancing at the soft expression in his eyes she curses under her breath. "My new client... is this totally beautiful and perfect model."
"..."
"She... kissed me." Rolling her eyes to the ceiling she waits for the ridicule.
"Girls kiss all the-"
"T-Tongues happened!" she drops her head to the table with a gasp. "It wasn't a friendly let's paint each others nails kinda thing!"
"Ho~?"
"Laugh at me and I'll kick your ass." she growls suddenly popping her head up and clutching his shirt. "A very, very, very beautiful and perfect woman moaned in my mouth!" Ichigo turns crimson releasing him. "It's weird right?"
"Kurosaki-san... did you like-"
"I don't know." Putting her hands over her face she starts to recall the knotting of her stomach, and her nipples going rock hard. "Oh... god I'm crazy right? I mean it's... just a one-time experience, right?"
"Well... Some people... like Bananas and others..." he pulls out a hand fan and flicks it in front of his face. "Like peaches. And then some like both. Did you like it?"
"I-I felt it in my thighs..."
"Oh... I'm going to walk over here for a minute and bash my face against the wall." Kisuke's voice trembles just thinking about Ichigo getting all hot and bothered. "Girl on girl... is there anything better?"
"Now I can't stop thinking about... her smell and her stuff." She grabs his shirt again. "Tell me how to make it stop!"
"Um... well seeing as how you are all flustered and your thighs are um..." He lifts his eyes to the ceiling trying to think of something to tell her. "Girl on girl plus Kisuke-kun! That would be-"
"Why do you look so-" Releasing his shirt she frowns. "Stop thinking about perverted things!"
"I can't help it! So who is she? What does she look like? Tell me everything!"
"Ugh... no way. You going to perv on it later."
"I have a very healthy fantasy life..." Grinning he leans toward her face. "The question is... do you?"
"You're a moron." Ichigo rises from her chair darting for the door."Why do I even talk to you?"
"You should have a fantasy with your new beauty, Then you will know~"
"K-Know what?" She stops with her hand on the door.
"Think about your beauty tonight and see..." Flicking his fan in front of his face, he peeks over the edge hiding his smile. "If your peach wants a peach of it's own."
"Stop calling that stuff fruit!"
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But later that night Ichigo couldn't stop thinking about what Urahara said. Ugh! She feels so unsettled and paces in her bedroom. Nothing is helping get her mind off Juushiro. Cake didn't help, or the chocolate milk, or the shower, not even her favorite happy sushi jammies are taking her mind off of the hot image of Juushiro's body.
Flopping on her bed she fans her hand over her face fighting the deep blush on her cheeks. Why is tonight a hotter night than usual? Pulling off her pj bottoms she tosses them to the floor and rolls over on her stomach.
"You should have a fantasy with your new beauty, Then you will know~"
"No way..." Shutting her eyes she struggles to block Juushiro out of her mind.
"Think about your beauty tonight and see..."
But her body is already starting to feel anxious for some kind of release. She doesn't masturbate very often, but the urge is there. Like a tiny itch under her skin that needs a little scratch. Reaching over to her nightstand she opens her drawer and pulls out a small blue box. Tucking it under her covers she yanks off her thin top and sighs sliding between the cool sheets. Her skin sizzles for a moment before her tongue slips over her lips.
Fantasy's never come easy for Ichigo, but soon as she recalls Juushiro's tongue against hers the dew between her thighs begins to grow. Running her hands over her breasts she sighs brushing her thumbs against her nipples. Ohh Juushiro's breasts are slightly larger.. they would feel so warm and soft pressed to hers.
Gasping her hands travel over her breasts cupping them, her body growing warmer. Her finger tips pinch at both her nipples, they react quickly, tightening into hard nubs and sending streak of bliss between her legs. Ichigo can practically feel the silky strands of Juushiro's hair ticking her stomach, and lips trailing down past her bellybutton. "Ohhh." She moans relaxing into the daydream. Her right hand slinks down her waist pausing to slide over the her delicate mound. There... she could be ok with a light graze of pale fingers.
However her heart is beating faster in her ears, and her body is wanting more. A single finger slips between her outer folds. "Ahh." she sucks in a breath at the wetness waiting there. Stroking the pad of her finger up her slit she find her clit and begins to tease it in tiny, tiny circles.
Clamping her eyes shut she is soon lost to the pleasure building in her body. She shudders pressing her finger harder. Would Juushiro do this? Would she keep fondling her until she comes? Ichigo's lips pant, her left hand continues to squeeze and pinch her left breast. The throbbing grows, it could be Juushiro's lips pinching her nipple, it could be her finger drumming on Ichigo's swollen clit. "Oh!" Crying out she moves her hips, spreading her legs wider her thoughts becoming cloudy with the need to be touched. Faster, just a little more... "If only it was her...sweet kiss on my- there!" Her toes curl toward the bed as her body fall apart. Arching she suddenly pumps her finger in her pussy riding the orgasm higher and high until a larger climax bubbles up. "Juushiro!"
"Ichigo? You ok in there?" Comes her fathers voice at the door.
"F-Fine!" Ichigo falls off her bed blinking in a daze. "Go way! Come in here and I'll rip your face off!"
Yanking her cover from her bed she darts into her bathroom and locks the door. "I have a serious problem..."
Ok here is part one^^ I hope you enjoyed! See you for the next part soon. Fuzzi