The Dance of Sex & Love

Hichigo - Dubcon, Choking, Fear Play

A/N: This one was so challenging that I put it off until just about the end of the list. My bad, I just had no idea how to really write Hichigo because I haven't gotten to any of the episodes that feature him enough to get a clear read on the character. I just know he's just....almost like Shigaraki and Bakugo rolled up into one big fruit roll-up. lmao.

Please do be generous with me on this one. This was truly a challenge!

Songs: Closer by Nine Inch Nails, Operate by Three Days Grace, Fuck Me Like You Hate Me by Seether

The Kurosaki residence was unusually quiet when you stepped in. With Isshin, Karin, and Yuzu went for a weekend getaway, the usually upbeat atmosphere was gone from the house. Ichigo would usually play some music to help disperse the awkward silence the house held during these times, but there was no music.

It was almost like Ichigo wasn't even home.

"Ichigo?"

When you got no answer, you hummed in thought. Today was your 3 year anniversary of being together, so if Ichigo wasn't home, it was likely he was either on a mission or getting some stuff for the anniversary. It was almost exciting to think about.

As quickly as possible, you began to get the night ready for the anniversary. Situating candles throughout his room, you placed some wine and wine glasses on his desk before slipping the chocolate-covered strawberries and other sweet desserts in the mini-fridge you had gotten Ichigo for his birthday.

Placing the bag containing the special lingerie you had bought for the night beside the wine, you made your way to the bathroom to take a shower and get yourself cleaned up. When you stepped into the shower, you let out a sigh as the hot water cascaded down your body.

Your job always stressed you out in some way, shape, and form. Being a warehouse worker was tough, but it paid you well, so you tried not to complain about the laborious work.

Truly, it was an easy job. It was just the abundance of work that made you feel gross by the end of the day. You usually did a variety of tasks at the warehouse throughout your whole shift, which always had you running all over the property.

Most days had you just wanting to quit, but knowing that you had financial stability and steady income because of the job always made you freeze and just keep doing your work. A lot of people usually never stayed, but you were stubborn. You just had your days, as did everyone in a job like this.

Humming softly to yourself, you became lost in thought as you showered, naïve to the danger stalking down the hallway as you rubbed your body down with your favorite body wash.

Ichigo was stalking down the hallway, his vision blurred and breathing heavy. It had been an incredibly hard day fighting hollows, and he could tell that he had used up every last bit of strength that he had.

All he wanted to do was fall asleep with you in his arms, spending the night just holding you to remind himself that you were okay. However, there was an itching in the back of his neck; a painful clawing that had his vision swimming more than any of the pain he was feeling was.

Collapsing against the wall, Ichigo could not keep consciousness and promptly passed out, the feeling of pressure in his head the last thing he felt before going under.

When you stepped out of the shower, steam came off of your heated skin, and you sighed. You felt so relaxed and so good that you were sure tonight was just going to be absolutely amazing.

Wrapping a towel around yourself, you walked out of the bathroom and rubbed the back of your neck, shaking out some of the water in your hair before turning to look down the hallway. Your heart almost dropped into your chest when you noticed Ichigo was collapsed onto the floor.