#Arrancar Masterlist

[bleach-your-panties]

Kinktober Day 4💋 with Starrk Coyote

Warnings: Starrk being a lazy bastard, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, oral (female/male receiving), rimming (female receiving), penetration, spitting, pussy slap, cum eating (ofc), finger sucking, PURE DEBAUCHERY.

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▶️wowzers - lil wayne ft. trina

▶️my neck, my back - khia

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When it comes to sex-

Scratch that.

When it comes to just about anything, Starrk will choose to put in as little effort as possible. 

As his woman, when it comes down to getting busy between the sheets, you were usually the one initiating it (and carrying it out via sexual positions where he doesn't have to move at all).

Honestly, it's amazing that you two have a sex life at all, in your opinion. 

Take right now, for example:

You're situated on top of Starrk, grinding down on his thigh as he reclines against a stack of fluffy, turquoise pillows. 

"You're very eager today, angel. You're working hard on my thigh, almost like you think it's my cock or something." He chuckled deep in his throat, causing you to let out what sounded like a mixture of an excited moan and an annoyed groan. 

"Come on, Starrk. You know why I'm doing this. Night after night, it's the same routine; either I'm doing all of the work or you're getting yourself off and then going to sleep. When am I supposed to get some pleasure, huh?" 

With your frustrations out on the table, Starrk could see just how irritating and unfair it was for you to be the one putting in the most effort when relationships are supposed to be equal. 

"You're absolutely right, angel. Enough teasing, I have an idea. Move over for a sec." 

With suspicion in your eyes, you carefully moved yourself off of Starrk's strong, muscled thigh, fixing the white skirt of your uniform as you waited to see what he was up to.

The handsome brunet moved a few pillows so that he could recline at an angle with his back pushed up against them. With careful gloved hands, he slipped his pants slowly down his hips, gray eyes snapping up to meet your e/c ones, to see if you were paying attention. 

You were. 

This small gesture was so unlike him, yet at the same time it was extremely sexy that he listened to you and started putting the first foot forward. 

Once his white hakama were resting at his knees, he palmed his length through his boxers with one hand while the other rested in his chocolate brown locks. 

"Okay...I'm confused, but I'm liking where this is going…" You said hesitantly, crawling to his side and biting down on your lip as you watched him.

Another deep chuckle, "You need to get in on the fun, too, Princess. Kneel in front of me and spread your knees. You can take your panties off or push them aside, your choice." 

Although confused, you wasted no time in doing as your lover asked, pulling up your skirt and slipping your fingers swiftly into the sides of your panties, pulling them down your thighs as you kneeled in front of him. 

"Very good girl..now, put two fingers inside your slutty little cunt. Spread yourself wide so I can see.." 

Your cheeks became flushed, but you complied nonetheless, using the index and middle fingers of one hand to pull back the lips of your pussy before inserting your ring finger in down to the knuckle.

"There you go, good girl. Look how wet you are already. You're really going to like this one.." he chuckled before pulling his thick length from the confines of his underwear. 

It flopped out against his stomach, making a light slapping sound that caused your cheeks to burn even more and for more wetness to seep from between your folds. 

Starrk gripped his length in one hand and began a steady, yet fervent pace of jacking himself off while he watched you finger yourself. 

"Speed it up a little, angel. I want you to cum with me...fuck." 

The wet, slapping sounds of Starrk jerking his dick only further motivated you, along with his dirty talk. 

Your eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back as you thrust your fingers in all the way to the knuckles, then slowly pulled them back out, letting them brush against your slick walls. 

The action made you shiver in pleasure, while Starrk's dick grew harder and he pumped himself faster as he watched you. 

"Mm, shit. Are you close, baby girl? Come here, come closer to me.." 

You followed his words and crawled over to him, settling right beside his thigh. Gray eyes focused completely on you as the Primera Espada gave one last thrust and came hard into his awaiting hand. A deep moan escaped his lips at the feeling of his hot cum covering his hand. 

"Oh, Starrk...oh!" You thrust your fingers in at just the right angle, making you squirt all over your hand. 

Starrk hummed in approval at watching you make yourself cum. Carefully, he got up onto his knees and pulled you to him. 

"Look at the messes we've both made, angel. Don't you want to help me clean up?" 

A bit confused at his intentions, you slowly nodded and began to get up to grab a cloth to clean the two of you off when Starrk grabbed your bicep, stopping you. 

Chuckling softly, he moved his hand, the hand that he'd just come into, up to your mouth. 

His semen was still pooled in the middle of his palm. He offered it to you like you were a kitten whining for a dish of milk. 

You looked down into his awaiting palm, studying it, as if trying to read his fortune. 

Starrk chuckled, a low rumble coming from deep within his chest. He gazed at you with those silvery eyes, making your breath catch in your throat when he took his free hand and grasped your cheeks in an iron grip.

Four gloved fingers rested against your cheek while the thumb pressed at your lower mandible to force your mouth open.

"Eat up, baby girl…"

Your eyes widened as Starrk all but covered your mouth with his hand, making you basically drink his nut up like a smoothie.

Simultaneously, he let your face go and took your squirt-covered hand into his, bringing it up to his own mouth to suck your fingers clean.

This entire scenario was unheard of for you, but you couldn't deny how your pussy clenched at the notion of your boyfriend force-feeding you his cum while licking yours up like a desperate dog.

Once Starrk plopped your saliva-slicken fingers out of his mouth, he grinned wolfishly. Grabbing you by the biceps once again, he swung you around and pushed you onto your back.

You fell with a surprised squeal onto the mountain of pillows where he usually reclined.

Starrk wasted no time hopping on top of you; this had to be the fastest you'd ever seen him move.

"Starrk! Oh my God, wait!" 

No waiting.

The Primera pounced on you like a wolf on a bunny rabbit, teeth latching onto your neck and sucking deeply. Red splotches bloomed all over your neck like wildflowers. 

The soft material of his gloves glided along your bare legs, his hands caressing them and holding them up into the air before pinning them against your chest. Your manicured toes dangled beside your ears. 

You don't think you've ever seen him this eager, either. 

“Starrk, baby, what’s going on?”

He seemed to ignore you as he lowered his face to your sopping cunt, still wet with your release, hot and pulsating.  With him looking at you with only the top half of his face visible, you could feel your knees begin to shake in anticipation.

“What does it look like, little one? I’m about to eat this pussy like a man starving.”

Your eyes bucked, making Starrk chuckle darkly before completely burying his face in your cunt.

And eat he did.

His stubble tickled your asshole while his lips latched on to your labia. He suckled along your thick folds,  running his tongue up, down, and all around them before suckling your throbbing clit in between his lips.

Your body was now folded literally in half; Starrk got up on his haunches to hover over you while eating you out. He wanted to be able to see your beautiful face twist and contort in pleasure.

You managed to gain enough sentience in your hands to reach for his silky chocolate locks, fingers threading through them and massaging his scalp as your soft voice let out continuous cries of his name.

"Uuughhh, Starrk!"

"Mmm, that's right, angel. Say my fucking name." 

Pulling back from your wetness with a long, languid drag of his tongue, he let your cum and saliva gel together in his mouth before spitting it back on your desacralized pussy.

"Ohhh!" Rough, calloused fingertips joined his brutish tongue in rubbing and pulling at your pearl, making sure that it was covered in enough lubrication to ease his rough ministrations on it.

"God, Starrk, I'm going to cum!" You wailed, thighs beginning to vibrate uncontrollably. 

Starrk took the back of his hand and slapped your pussy. The soft cotton of his glove lessened the blow, but it still sent a pleasant shock to your core.

"No you're not. Not before you take my cock in this fluttering hole, Princess."

His tongue rolled from the top of your clit, down through your folds, and circled around your tight asshole.

"Starrk! STARRK!"

He kept swirling his tongue on you and before he knew it, your back arched off the pillows and you were squirting all over his face.

"Oh, fuck." His eyes widened in surprise and he leaned back slowly.

"Damn, you came that quickly from me licking your ass? Should've done that ages ago."

His smirk was nonetheless enticing as he regarded you, your fluids leaking all down his face.

With a shuddering breath, your back collapsed onto the pillows.

"Fuck, Starrk…that was amazing."

He just chuckled and moved in to kiss you on the lips, now covering your face in your own juices and letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

"Yeah, angel? I'm not done with you, yet."

You were about to protest, when the Espada grabbed hold of your hips, making your mini-skirt fly up your waist to your abdomen. Starrk maneuvered his rock-hard cock into your pussy and wasted no time setting his pace: deep and rough.

He angled you up further so that you had to wrap your legs around his waist and squeeze them tightly.

Babbled moans of "oh yes", "oh God", and his name tumbled from your lips like a waterfall, making him grunt and moan softly in response.

When he tired of this position, he flipped you over and started giving you backshots, just as hard and rough as before. He made you arch by resting his palm down on your lower back while his other hand gripped the fabric of your skirt and bunched it up for leverage.

Hot, wet sounds of skin slapping skin echoed around the somewhat large room, as well as the sounds of your combined moans.

"Fuck, gunna cum, angel. Gunna fill this sloppy pussy with my nut. Can you take it all for me?"

You moaned something that sounded like yes and that gave Starrk all the initiative that he needed to let off right in your slippery, abused hole.

"Fuckkkkk, yes. Here, get up. Turn around." 

You moved promptly to get up on your knees and take his cock into your mouth.

Starrk clenched his teeth together and growled as he watched you begin to suck him off while he was still cumming.

"Fuck, shit, Y/n. Such a slutty little mouth. Goddamn."

You sucked him clean of your combined juices before popping him out of your mouth and falling down onto the pillows below you.

Starrk joined you immediately, pulling you to his chest with one arm wrapped securely around your waist.

"How's that for something different, unh?" He breathed deeply into your neck, nibbling at it softly.

"That was amazing, Starrk. Who knew that you could fuck like that?"

He laughed into your neck and then kissed it.

"You know there's a reason that I'm the Primera, and it's not just because of my strength."

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🔮Humans

☽ Keigo Asano ☽ Mizuho Asano ☽ Tatsuki Arisawa ☽ Chizuru Honshō ☽ Orihime Inoue ☽ Mizuiro Kojima ☽ Ichigo Kurosaki ☽ Mahana Natsui ☽ Ikumi Unagiya ☽ Shūkurō Tsukishima

🔮Shinigami

☽ Renji Abarai ☽ Yumichika Ayasegawa ☽ Momo Hinamori ☽ Shūhei Hisagi ☽ Tōshirō Hitsugaya ☽ Gin Ichimaru ☽ Nanao Ise ☽ Izuru Kira ☽ Byakuya Kuchiki ☽ Rukia Kuchiki ☽ Nemu Kurotsuchi ☽ Rangiku Matsumoto ☽ Atau Rindō ☽ Chika Shihōin ☽ Yoruichi Shihōin ☽ Suì-Fēng ☽ Jūshirō Ukitake ☽ Kisuke Urahara ☽ Lisa Yadōmaru ☽ Shūsuke Amagai ☽ Maki Ichinose ☽ Ashido Kanō ☽ Ryūsei Kenzaki

🔮Souls

☽ Hisana Kuchiki ☽ Daiji Hirasago

🔮Arrancar

☽ Emilou Apacci ☽ Ulquiorra Cifer ☽ Lilynette Gingerbuck ☽ Szayelaporro Granz ☽ Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez ☽ Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck ☽ Franceska Mila Rose ☽ Ggio Vega

🔮Hollows

☽ Michel

🔮Quincy

☽ Bambietta Basterbine ☽ Candice Catnipp ☽ Cang Du ☽ Jugram Haschwaith ☽ Ryūken Ishida ☽ Uryū Ishida ☽ Meninas McAllon ☽ Gremmy Thoumeaux

🔮Misc

☽ Jin Kariya ☽ Haineko ☽ Muramasa ☽ Sode No Shirayuki ☽ Zangetsu ☽ Ganryū

🔮BURN THE WITCH

☽ Noel Niihashi ☽ Ninny Spangcole

[muzansfangs]

Bloodstain.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; mention to past Shuhei Hisagi x f!reader;

Format: multi-chapers story;

Warnings for this chapter: nsfw, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, mention to violence and blood, strong language, choking, hair pulling, biting, marking the partner, kind of toxic dynamic, unprotected sex, touch-starved Sosuke, dom!Aizen, sub!reader, degradation kink, drunk sex, unhealthy coping mechanism;

Plot: Waking up in a familiar room, you soon are face to face with your ‘former’ enemy. Your reunion with Sosuke is intense and, in the heat of the moment, you are overwhelmed by your own emotions. Finding comfort in his arms was not something you had planned, just imagine moaning his name at the top of your lungs

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𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

"You are not like them".

You propped your chin over your hand, elbows resting on the table. You could almost hear your step-mother scolding you in the back of your head, her soothing voice inviting you not to forget about your usual composed and inflexible sense of respect for the rules of polite society. In other circumstances, you would have probably listened to her. But not now, when you were confronting the devil himself.

"You are right. Something is clearly wrong with me. — you replied, focusing on the way he was leisurely running the pad of his index around the rim of his goblet — After all, I should cut you down right on the spot. I wonder why I am still sitting at your table, listening to you talking absolute nonsense instead" your voice was distant, devoid of any other emotion that was not sheer frustration.

Sosuke seemed unaffected by your dry words. His lips curved into a pale imitation of a genuine smile. But you knew better than deem anything coming from him as genuine, authentic. Treacherously, he had fooled the entire Soul Society and even you, after he had helped you hiding in his barracks, when the entire Gotei was hunting down you along with Ichigo and his friends.

"You haven't touched your food yet. — he noted, changing the topic of your conversation, his fox eyes softening whilst subtly inspecting your dish — You must be famished" he said, bringing his glass of red wine to his lips.

Your gaze followed his gesture, your stomach churning for both the hunger and, actually, the untainted feeling of being attracted to him. Suppressing your desires had never been so unfairly difficult. It was not a merely carnal whim setting your heart ablaze. It was a devious emotion you could not comprehend.

You snorted, averting your eyes from him and focusing on the white marble at your feet instead "How do I know you have not poisoned it?" you bitterly asked him, jaw clenching in indignation. The smell of the delicious, exotic dish he had asked his Arrancars to prepare for you was flinging around you, the unintentional whiffs you had taken had made your mouth salivate like a starving animal.

Damn him and his villainous antics.

The sound of a chair being dragged on the floor made your head whip towards him again, your heartrate increasing while your hand aimlessly searched for the hilt of your zanpakuto supposed to be secured on your hip, obviously forgetting he had asked Ulquiorra to confiscate it.

Your eyes had widened in horror, upon seeing him approaching you. His feet did not even make a sound, his ethereal way of existing and letting his presence overwhelm whomever was in his area was inhebriating. What you felt was not fear, seeping into your heart and paralyzing you. It was far from that. There was curiosity and defiance in your eyes that the observant man in front of you did not fail to notice.

His hand swiftly reached for the fork, abandoned carelessly on the table. You did not even register him sticking the utensil into a piece of caramelized apple that it was already probing delicately at your parted lips. The sugary taste coating your bottom lip made you flick your gaze up to meet his one, unable to resist the temptation of having a small taste. You had no idea of what game he was playing, a mind game of chess, probably, and he was winning once again. Hazardously opening your mouth, tongue sticking out enough to lick the sugar away from your lips and let your tastebuds explode at the contact of the sweet apple, you gasped as he quickly withdrew his hand and shoved it elegantly into his mouth instead.

He chewed on the morsel of the fruit, gaze transfixed on you and the way you were still looking at him flabbergasted by the action. Messing with you was decidedly his strange addiction. Restraining himself, though, was out of discussion. Just when you thought it could not get any worse, his thumb brushed over your bottom lip, tracing it slowly to collect the small remnants the sugar had left behind, before bringing it into his mouth and sucking it clean.

"I guess now you know the food is edible" he chimed, before discarding the fork into your plate and turning his back at you, leaving you alone with your skin on fire and the rational version of you fading into the abyss of shame and repugnance you pictured yourself in for your inability to block him out of your head.

Your fingers twitched, a silky material making contact with the pads of your fingers as you gradually came back to your senses. Was that a blanket? It did not matter. Bittered, all you could think about was that the loathsome fragment of your past had resurfaced again. You thought you were finally over it, but casting away such experiences was something hardly feasible. This was a core memory that had been pestering you for years. Your permanence in Hueco Mundo had, boyond the shadow of a doubt, scarred you more than you liked to admit to yourself, let alone the others. Triggering it back to life had been the inexplicable appearence of the guest star of your ‘nightmare’ right before your eyes.

Lifting your heavy eyelids up, you noticed your vision was still blurry, dotted, and you quickly blinked a couple of times to clear it out. Wooden architraves and a white ceiling welcomed you in your temporary and oddly familiar shelter. Following the dim yellowish light enlightening the room, your eyes took in the sight of a small lamp on a nightstand at your left. Albeit you had been hiding yourself in this place for two days, you could have never forgotten the minimalistic design of this particular room. You knew this place, your assumptions were proved correct. This was Sosuke’s chamber, back when he was still the kind-hearted Captain of the Fifth Division, the gentleman who had not hesitated to let you use his private quarters as a safehouse to escape the eye of the other Captains.

You should have known a swordsman who had betrayed his comrades by helping the enemy meant no good.

Reminiscing about the time when you believed he was a good man was tantamount of feeding yourself a placebo to forget about the real monster he really was. All you had to do now was flee, leaving that place behind you as soon as possible. Lifting yourself up on your elbows, you let out a soft groan of discomfort, your joints protesting for the effort you were forcing them to make, while you attempted to swing your legs towards the edge of the bed. Letting your feet touch the floor was all you could do, though. To stop you from going further was the wave of intense reiatsu knocking the air out of your lungs for a few seconds. How could you forget he was indeed there too? It was terrifying how his spiritual pressure had not decreased at all, intensifying at unbearable levels instead.

“It’s pouring outside and you’re in no condition to leave this room” his baritone voice pierced your ears, your hands cupping your knees as you dipped your head between your arms in defeat.

He was right, as per usual.

“What are you doing here? I thought Captain Kyoraku had given the order to lock you back into Muken” you replied, refusing to turn around and face him. With your gaze trained on the floorboard, you finally realized your shoes had been removed and you sighed in relief upon ascertaining your thin thigh highs were still on. At least, he had not touched you more than it was strictly necessary.

You heard him sigh, the dull and monotone sound of footsteps echoing in the room preannouncing he was getting closer to you. You stiffened, turning your head to the side, but a gloved hand grasping your jaw roughly and forcing you to look its owner in the eye made you scoff. There he was, standing in all his glory before your eyes, his placid expression making you feel like someone had smashed a glass on your forehead. Handsome in that angelic way that jarred with his personality, Sosuke Aizen was staring intently at your face, his dark eyebrow quirking up expectantly.

Swatting his hand away abruptly, you scooted back on the bed to put some adequate distance between you two, all the while keeping your eyes on him in case he tried to yank you back towards him.

“Don’t touch me. Answer my question” you deadpanned, knitting your eyebrows together and shifting into a kneeling position, ready to attack him if things escalated.

Sosuke grinned, eyes scrutinizing your body shamelessly, before letting his gaze drift back to your face “Now, isn’t it ironic? Every single time I touched you, you had always let me do it without budging to protest. — he started, his characteristic soothing tone of voice causing your upper lip to twitch in annoyance — What’s changed?”.

There was not a dim ounce of a lie in his words. You had never pushed him away, terrorized by his way to find excuses to let your fingers meet, or his hands to slither down your body more than it was necessary during a fight. He indulged in the tension he created with his typical casual attitude, not exposing himself too much, but subtly making sure his intentions were clear to you and that your desires were just as impure as his ones. It drove you mad back then and you had almost missed that feeling of wanting to slaughter him and kiss him so violently at the same time, bathing into a pool of your blood, of his own blood.

You decided to ignore his provocation “What are you doing here?” you pressed through gritted teeth, your voice the only audible sound beside the pattering of the rain against the roof and the glass of the window.

“Enjoying my freedom. You could say I’ve been put on probation for having generously contributed in defeating Yhwach”.

Your eyes widened, watching him showing you two mettalic wristbands secured around his wrists. Thinking about your encounter on the battlefield, you were more than sure he was not wearing them. Whatever this device was had surely been slapped around his wrists after the battle ended. Letting your gaze sizing him up inquisitively, you took notice of other details in his attire. Beside from his eye-patch and the gloved hands, he was not wearing that weird robe to contain his reiatsu, but a simple uniform and greyish haori.

Catching your wandering eyes, Sosuke proceeded to elaborate “Those bands are a gift from Kisuke Urahara. — he clarified, glancing at the said objects scornfully — Apparently, I won’t need to wear that ridiculous costume anymore to contain my powers. He claimed those and the eye-patch will suffice. I decided on my own accord to keep the gloves, in case I felt like murdering him, or the new Captain Commander himself” he stated, making you uncomfortably fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.

Honestly, you had no idea how to feel about this. The Central 46 and Shunsui had clearly miscalculated the consequences of setting the special threat free to roam the streets of the Seireitei. With the time he had spent alone in his cell, Sosuke had had enough time to plan another way to demolish the Soul Society and, considering his resentment for your family and friends, the World of the livings too. You were not even sober enough to concentrate. Were the others aware of the freedom granted to him?

“I don’t believe you” you whispered, your hands clutching the fabric of your skirt so tightly your knuckles whitened.

You could already forsee a catastrophy raining down on you and you could not endure more pain and suffering. Not after the recent events, obviously. You were still mentally recovering from the disaster caused by the Sternritters to weild you sword again and point it at Sosuke’s throat again.

“I’m offended. I never lied to you”.

“Yes, you did. When I first met you, Sosuke. You made me believe you were a good man. I have trust issues because of you” you snapped, banging your fist onto the mattress to accentuate your irritation.

“I’m not responsible for what you thought of me, just for what I did for you. I gave you a shelter, but I do not recall telling you I was a good person. — he flatly declared, tilting his head to the side as he scanned your body language — I had no intention to hurt you and I did not. We only clashed swords because you attacked me, after I cut your step-brother open” he punctuated, flash-stepping away just in time to dodge your assault.

You groaned as your blade was now planted onto the wall, right where he was supposed to be a second ago. Your grip on the hilt of your katana tightened, as you heard him humming under his breath. He had hit a nerve and he could not expect you to keep your cool. Rukia’s screams and the sight of your brother slumping onto the ground in a pool of blood had made you see red that day. You aimed to kill, you craved Sosuke’s death.

“I suggest you to cut the crap, because you are not into Muken and no one’s around to stop me from killing you” you coldly said, pulling your sword out of the wall and pointing it back at him. You could tell he was amused by the way he was lifting the angles of his mouth in a lopsided grin you knew way too well.

“I have to correct you. No one would try to stop you anyway. But the real question is: would you be able to kill me?” Sosuke taunted you, a gust of wind whipping your face the only hint you got to realize he was right behind you.

Your breath hitched in your throat, twirling around to swing your sword, but he deftly parred your attack by gripping your blade between his thumb and forefinger. Your movements had been too slow, despite you had gotten much stronger since you two last fought. Clearly, the saké was still in your bloodstream. The moment he tossed your katana away, your back was flattened against the wall, the sound of the blade clattering on the floor making your blood run cold. His hand around your throat, holding you up against the wall, was enough to keep you in place.

His face was dangerously close to yours, his hot breath fanning your lips as your feet kicked the air aimlessly. You thought it was going to be your end, as his half-lidded eye stared deeply into yours. You hated how powerless you felt in his hands, even when you were trying to scratch his arm to convince him to loosen his grip on your neck.

“You are in no shape to fight. Defeating a drunk opponent is against my morals” he cooed, watching you strive to get free.

“Morals? Screw you, since when you have morals?” you fired back, hand flying up to grab a fistful of his soft hair. Not even this was enough to make him desist and ended up spitting on his face out if spite.

Sosuke huffed, his grip on your neck loosening completely as you flopped onto the floor, coughing and panting to steady your breath. Palms planted onto the smooth surface of the floorboards, you squeezed your eyes shut to collect yourself. You were pretty sure his iron grip on your tender flesh would have caused purple bruises to appear on your skin to remind you of how stupid you had been to act solely on your instinct. Wrath, rage, frustration. You had let it all out the moment you had hastily unsheathed your sword with the intent of beheading him.

To interrupt your stream of consciousness was his voice again “I think it’s time to talk about how you ended up swooning on my doorway. Was it Kyoraku’s suggestion to drink your problems away?” he inquired from behind you.

It took you a moment to calm down and push yourself back up, only now assessing how your body was still highly affected by the excessive alcohol consumption. You should have known better than venturing in the Soul Society alone, while out of your mind. You were supposed to be the responsible silbling. The older one, the brilliant one, the selfless one. Yet, there you were: drunk and having a private conversation with your worst enemy.

“Why do you care? Are you interested in pursuing a career as a therapist now? Well, you would suck as a psychologist. — you grumbled, pinching the bridge of your nose, while leaning back against the wall for support — An emotionally constipated man, who spent a couple of years in isolation, does not allure people to open up about their problems” you ranted, as he took a seat on the edge of his bed seemingly determined to listen to you.

Once again, his face did not leave you room for interpretation about his thoughts. Stoic, unbothered, he resembled a Sphinx. He was enigmatic, too secretive to try to have a normal conversation with.

He closed his eye “Then I will start making assumptions until I hit the nail on the head… Which, considering your inability to mask your emotions, will take me less than a minute” he cooed, clicking his tongue, when you glared at him before ambling towards the desk.

You thought that with your back facing him, he would have not been able to read your face, but you underestimated his powers.

“When a woman stoops that low, it’s pretty evident her problem has the name of a man”.

“Zip it”.

“It’s that pathetic excuse of a Lieutenant, isn’t it? Shuhei Hisagi” he hypothesized, making you halt and look at him in utter disbelief.

Did he know about you and Shuhei? How? Had he been spying on you? It was not possible. Still, how had he been so precise as to ask about that Lieutenant?

“How…” you mumbled, curling your hands around the edge of the desk behind you, lips parted in shock. You had almost missed his way of playing with your mind. No one had ever been capable to easily read your thoughts.

Sosuke smirked “You smelt like him”.

His remark made you freeze solid, brows furrowing before he cut you off again, walking up towards you “His reiatsu. It’s lingering on you. Quite the disturbing element, I have to say” he explained, making you rub the back of your neck in flusteredness.

Now that you were sobering up, bringing up Shuhei and the reason why you had bought that bottle of saké was a slap on the face, a cold shower. You had too much pent up anger and anxiety to deal with. The teardrop falling from your lashes came as a surprise to you, your fingers reaching up to quickly wipe it away, hoping he had not paid enough attention to spot it. Even if he had not, it would have made no difference since more tears began to ooze out of your eyes uncontrollably. A silent cry, the lump in your throat growing, as you cussed under your breath for this pathetic display of weakness in front of someone who did not even have a heart in his chest. Embarrassing, to say the least.

You sighed and tried to head to the bathroom, glad you knew your way around his private quarters. Sosuke, on the other hand, had other plans. His hand latched around your wrist yanked you back against him, you nose accidentally bumping onto his chest, as you let out an almost inaudible gasp. You blinked up at him through teary eyes, his free hand gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger as he pushed the small of your back against the edge of a desk.

“What has he done that I haven’t to bring tears to your eyes?” he wondered and you swallowed forcefully.

You were probably overreacting and the liquor in your system was making you emotional “I don’t want to talk about it. Not with you… I thought drinking would have gotten him out of my head, or maybe helped me to relax. Well, shame on me. Happy now?” you reasoned, shaking your head as he just seemed to push you harder against the desk. The edge was biting onto the small of your back, your already unsteady balance making you unintentionally grip onto his haori not to fall backwards.

Breathing seemed harder now that he was this close. His cologne pierced your nostrils and you mentally cursed yourself for the inappropriate things your body craved. Obnubilated mind, weak mainstay, you watched how he tangled his fingers in your hair and tugged on them, forcing you to crane your neck in a optimal position to look at him straight in the eye. It already felt wrong, the thunders exploding outside reminding you of what you were letting him to do you. Things he had always wanted to do to you, but that he never did.

“There are plenty of other ways to forget about such trivial matters without compromising your liver. — he stated, eye softening as he leaned closer to you, nosing your cheek delicately — Why don’t you let me show you what a man who is starving can really do?” he murmured in your ear, his tone dropping a few octaves and making your knees almost buckle.

“What can a starving man do to someone who cannot stop thinking about another man?” you idly replied with a question, only to shudder as he let out a dry laughter.

“He can fuck him out of your head. Something I will very much do” he rasped out, capturing your lips with his in a fiery kiss.

You did not hesitate to return it, your lips moving in sync, molding together, as his grip on your hair only tightened. Your body reacted to the stimulations, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering as if a gust of wind had awaken them from their slumber, forcing their wings to bat erratically and fly away. Your inhibitions were gone, the feeling of finally being able to taste the forbidden fruit, his sinful lips, granting him the chance to hook his hands underneath your thighs and pick you up to settle you on the top of his desk.

Maybe you were so lost into the realm of bliss, his tongue entering your mouth with a growl coming from the back of his throat, that you could swear he almost trembled. His knee soon forced your legs to spread, his hand unceremoniously ripping your uniform open. The sight of your bra, pushing your breasts up, was the last drop before he lost control. All of this, all of you, the girl he had had his eyes on from the day you first met, was now at his mercy, out of breath. He desired to devour you whole, to own every inch of your skin, but he almost felt inadequate. More than touching you, all he needed was to be touched and he would have rather died than admitting it out loud.

Mouth latching onto your neck, he sank his teeth onto your flesh, his hands tugging your skirt down your hips “Control your reiatsu, it’s unstable” he hissed, your cheeks heating up as you realized he was right.

People could think you were in the middle of a fight, or hurt. The last thing you needed now was for someone to burst into that room and ruin this, whatever it was. Why? Because you were dying to feel him deep inside you, to let Sosuke Aizen, a monster, stain you like a bloodstain that could not be washed away.

You lifted your hips, the skirt falling down your legs, as you kicked it off of your ankle “As if you cared about someone walking in” you breathed out, head lolling back in pleasure as his hand slipped past the waistband of your panties. You shuddered, as his gloved fingers seeked your throbbing clitoris, skilfully drawing circles over it to send jolts of pleasure throughout your body.

Sosuke groaned, before stopping to tug your thin underwear down as well, following the destiny of your skirt. Biting onto the fabric of his glove, he then pulled at it and discarded the item away “It depends on who’s the intruder. — he cockily said, hand buried between your legs again, his fingers beginning to tease your opening — If it’s your brother, or your little loverboy, I might fuck you so hard the desk with crumble to pieces” he teased you, furrowing his brows as you impatiently bucked your hips up to invite him to take action.

Sosuke sneered, plunging his index into you, stretching you out slowly, gradually, testing the waters. Your warmth was to die for. The strained moan leaving your lips, body relaxing under his ministrations, only worked as gasoline on a wildfire. Your tightness, not that of a woman unable to relax, but this a young woman he had missed so much. He clenched his jaw, his other hand unhooking your bra and pushing you down, until your back was flattened on the polished wooden surface. Impatiently, you huffed, hands grasping the bra and tossing it away to join the pile of clothes on the floor. You needed more, you needed him.

“Sosuke” you called him out, careful not to add prayers to your already altered voice. Alas, he knew you more than you liked to admit.

“What is it? Do you need more than this? Is your desire to be ruined by me so strong to forget about the concept of decorum? — he mocked you, before shoving another finger into your fluttering hole, grunting at the way your walls clamped down onto them — I will be frank with you. Begging like a cat in heat suits you” he complimented you, his voice dripping sarcasm as he began to curl his fingers into you at a steady pace.

Your legs quivered, back arching, as a familiar pressure coiled on your lower abdomen. This much pleasure, this intense bliss, you only achieved it during a full penetration. No one had ever been able to push you close to your climax by the mere use of his fingers. Your pussy spasmed around his slender digits, the squelch of your arousal coating his fingers, as he scissored them into you, made him grit his teeth. He decided to be selfish, for once. Your nipples stood uptight, jiggling with the way he relentlessly fingered you. You could not reach your orgasm before he did.

That hole, the sight of your core was literally driving him nuts.

Slamming his fist onto the desk beside your head, he pulled out his fingers. His mouth opened, tongue meticulously lapping at his digits, coated with your juices. Hungry, he was hungry and he was so mad he was not in the condition to control his impulses. He hated you for having always been his obsession, instilling that annoying feeling in his heart that made him want to possess you, to paint you body down with his bitemarks, to claim you.

“Damn it” he hissed, pulling you out from you daze. What had just happened? Why did he stop? Was it your fault?

Mortified, you lifted yourself up with your elbows, eyes locking with his ones, but he did not waste any time in pushing your torso back down, hovering over you. You had to know, you needed to understand what was making him falter, when he had no qualms about anything or anyone in this World.

"What's wrong? Am I—" you inquired, breathless, chest raising and falling erratically while the palm of his hand was splayed over your midriff to keep you in place. His touch almost made your skin sizzle, boiling lava over the tender flesh.

"Shut up. — he rasped out, silencing you effortlessly, jaw clenching at the feeling of your skin underneath his fingers — I feel like I could rip you to shreds, if I let myself go".

"Sosuke, I'm fine. I'm not scared" you tried to reassure him, reaching your hand up to graze his cheekbone with your fingertips. But his free hand stopped you, clasping around your wrist tightly as he pinned you down with a glacial glare.

He was on the verge of losing himself. You had never seen him like that, so humanly fragile.

"You don't seem to understand that, if I fucked you the way I want to do it now, I would tear you apart" he hissed, a knot forming between his eyebrows, as the iron grip on your wrist intensified, making you wince softly.

And God, you found yourself wishing he was going to keep his promise in that very moment. His eye glinted in raw desire, your thighs spread wide in front of him showing your glistening intimacy. His cock twitched at the sight. The need to be inside of you was gnawing at him to the point he made up his mind quickly. He needed to have you, but he needed to feel like you wanted him, as if he was the solution to all of your problems. Your lips on his body, your hands around him and your pussy welcoming him inside.

"Ride me. Ride me now" he commanded through gritted teeth.

You gawked, watching how he took a few steps back to remove his clothes. The haori, the uniform, everything fell at his feet, except for his eye-patch. For some reason he had not even tried to remove it. Running your fingers through your hair, your eyes roamed down his body. His pectorals, the chieseled abs, and you were surprised to see that the purple stone once protruding from his stomach was now fully incoporated into him, no more scarring his perfect body. The infamous Hogyoku. There was something else, though, your eyes landed on. His twitching cock, straight as a ramrod, girthy enough to make you question if it would have fit into you.

Hopping down from the desk, your opened uniform fell from your shoulders, as he sat down on the bed, mirroring his pose from when he used to sit on his throne in Las Noches. You felt almost inexperienced in front of him and you probably were, considering the real age gap between you two. Your cheeks boiled, as you finally stood right between his spread legs and you inhaled sharply, as he gripped your hips tightly to help you to straddle him. Squeezing your arse, you felt his tip brush against your opening and you shyly wrapped your hand around his length to line it up to your aching core. Sosuke groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck, teeth sinking onto the flesh as he held you tightly against him. It was in that very moment you realized what was wrong with him. He needed you.

“Sosuke…” you whispered, moaning softly, as his tongue ran flatly over your jugular, feeling your pulse as you began to lower yourself down onto his shaft.

He grunted, arms firmly wrapped around your waist, as you let him stretch you open inch by inch. Breathless, blissfully content, you whined, when you finally had him fully sheathed into you. He needed this, he needed you and he kissed you passionately not to allow a single word to escape your lips. Years of yearning, years of solitude and you were perpetually stuck in his head.

“Are you sure Hisagi fucked you properly? You are so… Shit!” he cut himself off, when you began to rotate your hips to find a pace. His ones did not waste any time in meeting yours, thrusting upwards as he heard you whimper from above him.

You had no strength to talk, all you did was riding him, while his hands, soon settled over your hipbones, guided you to a tempo he liked. Sensual, yet rough. Animalistic like the guttural moans he released in your ear. He was reaching spots into you no one had ever reached. The slight sting of pain the moment his tip brushed your cervix made you cry out, mouth hanging open as your nails scratched down his shoulderblades, his muscles flexing as a response.

“Sosuke…” you whispered, half-lidded eyes peering down at him, when your thighs began to tremble. You had no stamina to ride him anymore, you needed his help. Assistance that you tried to obtain by leaving sloppy kisses over his jawline, earning a growl from him.

Flipping you over, your back met the mattress, his hands making sure your thighs were hooked around his waist “Desperate, aren’t you?” he breathed out, sheathing himself back into you slowly, enjoying how you fit him like a glove, squeezing him up perfectly.

Too far gone to retaliate, you kissed him to silence him, moaning into his mouth when he began to thrust into you again. There was no room between you two anymore. His chest was pressed against yours, his movements soon faltering, getting sloppier, as he neared his climax. The moment you shuddered, his tip hitting your g-spot again, your vision got blurry and came with a loud moan he did not bother suffocating. It was enough.

Twitching into your sensitive core, Sosuke gritted his teeth and milked your insides, puffed up with pride of having stained you, Isshin’s daughter, the first born of his adventure in the world of the living. Maybe his thirst for ruining you, for leaving a part of him deep into you, found its root in his hate for Isshin. Indulging into such thoughts now was useless, as he watched you panting underneath him, heavy eyelids and writhing frame.

Sosuke pulled out of you, lying down next to you “What are you thinking about?” he asked, closing his eye and accomodating himself in a better position.

“Everything, but not him”.

He grinned to himself, reaching his hand out to switch the lights off “That’s what I thought” he said, as the darkness enveloped the room.

You sighed, body aching, as you ran your hand over your stomach absent-mindedly. What had you done? Copulating with the enemy, letting him shoot his load into you, and now even spending the night into his bed. For once, however, self-deprecating was not in your plans. You felt good, happy even. You had tomorrow to deal with your problems and tonight to forget your moral codes. Pulling the blankets over you two, Sosuke kept his distance, unfamaliar with the thought of someone else sleeping next to him.

The silence swallowing you two must have spoken volumes for you to say “If you want, I can leave…”.

But he did not mind, not when you felt his hand finding yours underneath the blankets “Stay”.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I should apologize for the filth you have just read. Instead, I am already planning other devious, despicable things to happen between the reader and Sosuke. Ah, me and my unhealthy obsession. See you in the next chapter and thank you so much for your kudos and hits! Do not be afraid to leave a feedback, I love interacting with my readers! Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

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→ Jennie Kim x Leitora g!p

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© tradução (pt/br) by @typegirls

— Eu preciso disso! – Jennie choramingou novamente.

Ela estava seguindo você durante toda a noite, fazendo tudo o que podia para chamar sua atenção. O motivo era simples, ela estava tendo um de seus humores de pirralha, e para ela, isso significava que não pararia até conseguir o que queria. E ela deixou bem claro o que queria para você.

— Eu preciso de você em mim!

— Eu lhe disse. – Você explicou, começando a ficar um pouco impaciente. — Tenho trabalho a fazer. Não posso agora.

— Mas...

Para piorar a situação, ela estava fazendo tudo o que podia para chamar sua atenção para ela e suas "necessidades". Isso significava que ela havia passado a maior parte do dia em vários estágios de desnudamento, tirando cada vez mais roupas até ficar apenas com uma calcinha fio dental e um sutiã que não cobria quase nada. Isso estava dificultando muito a sua concentração nos relatórios que precisava preencher. Estava sendo difícil para você pensar em qualquer coisa que não fosse as curvas de Jennie e o quanto você queria comê-la.

A gota d'água foi quando ela foi até a mesa onde você estava sentada e pulou em cima dela, se sentando firmemente bem à sua frente, com as pernas bem abertas. A calcinha mal conseguia cobrir os lábios de sua boceta, os lábios bonitos e macios aos quais ela sabia que você nunca conseguiria resistir.

Você olhou para ela sentindo seu sangue ferver. Havia só uma resposta para isso, na verdade, quando ela ficava assim a única solução era simples, você tinha de arrancar isso dela.

Você suspirou e colocou cuidadosamente a caneta sobre a mesa.

— Jennie.

— Hum? – Ela olhou para você de forma sugestiva, com uma das mãos acariciando a coxa.

— Nua. Agora.

— Me obrigue. – Ela disse colocando a língua para fora.

Você olhou para ela com firmeza.

— Você continua cavando seu buraco. Não sabe quando parar, não é?

Jennie se recostou na mesa, com as pernas abertas, a calcinha empurrada para o lado apenas o suficiente para que você pudesse ver sua fenda, que já estava brilhando.

— Eu vou parar quando você estiver dentro de mim, mommy.

Bem, você tentou se conter. Tentou ser a responsável, mas ela não lhe deu muita escolha, não é mesmo?

Você se levantou bruscamente da cadeira, quase a derrubando com a velocidade com que se levantou.

— Você sabe o que acontece a seguir, não sabe?

Jennie estava olhando para você com os olhos arregalados, porque sim, ela sabia. A mesa tinha a altura perfeita para ela ser fodida, foi exatamente por isso que ela sentou nela. Você se abaixou e tirou o sutiã dela com força, o arrancando dela. Em seguida, suas mãos encontraram a alça da calcinha fio dental, você poderia tê-la arrancado dela, mas como de costume, ela havia conseguido entrar em sua mente.

Então você a rasgou.

— Me diga o que quer que eu faça com você. – Você disse. — Me deixe ouvir.

A malandragem de Jennie desapareceu um pouco, agora que ela viu sua reação. A resposta dela foi um pouco mais calma.

— Eu... Eu quero que você me foda.

— E? – Você perguntou, pois sabia que não era só isso que ela estava procurando.

— Quero que você me encha. – Disse ela corando um pouco quando você começou a se despir.

— Encher você de quê? – Você insistiu.

— Quero que você me encha de seu esperma. – Jennie disse. — Me dê de mamar.

— Diga por favor. – Você exigiu.

Seu pau já estava em posição de sentido, pronto para entrar em Jennie até a submissão.

— Por favor, goze dentro de mim! – Jennie suplicou. — Eu quero que ele escorra de mim!

Você ficou muito feliz em obedecer. Se abaixou e apertou os seios de Jennie, um em cada mão, enquanto a penetrava e começava a se mover no ritmo. Ela não conseguia se equilibrar muito na mesa para empurrar contra você, o que significava que você estava totalmente no controle das estocadas que ela estava prestes a receber.

Como sempre, estar dentro dela era como um sonho que se tornava realidade. Quente, aveludado e totalmente úmido. Cada bombada enviava ondas de prazer pelas suas pernas e pela espinha dorsal, você começou a perder o controle, como sempre fazia.

Jennie estava gemendo, cada vez mais alto, mas você não conseguia entender nenhuma palavra específica.

— Era isso que você queria? – Perguntou enquanto mexia os quadris, seu corpo batendo contra o dela. — Era isso que sua linda bucetinha queria?

— Sim! – Jennie gritou. — Me fode! Me encha!

Você não se conteve, empurrando cada vez com mais força, cada vez mais fundo. Ela envolveu as pernas em torno de sua cintura e a puxou para mais perto dela. Você sabia que quando chegasse a hora de terminar, ela não a deixaria gozar fora, ela queria todo o seu esperma dentro dela, cada gota. E Jennie faria o que fosse preciso para garantir o que queria.

Você podia senti-la apertando as paredes ao redor do seu pau duro, certificando-se de que você sabia que ela iria extrair cada gota de ti. Isso não seria suficiente, ela precisava saber que ser uma pirralha tinha consequências.

Você agarrou a cintura dela com força, puxando-se para dentro dela de novo e de novo, cada vez com mais força, até que ela ficou tão sem fôlego que nem conseguia mais gemer seu nome.

Você sentiu o aperto revelador de seu orgasmo, suas pernas começavam a tremer com o prazer. A boca de Jennie estava aberta em um grito silencioso da sensação avassaladora, e você sabia que tinha dado a ela exatamente o que ela queria.

Bem, não exatamente o que ela queria. Ainda não.

— Vou gozar. – Você grunhiu sabendo que não conseguiria se conter por muito mais tempo.

Jennie, como esperado, apertou as penas ao seu redor.

— Goze em mim! Quero cada gota! Me dê isso!

Foram apenas alguns segundos depois que ela disse isso. Olhando fixamente para os olhos revirados dela, sentir o corpo dela se chocar contra o seu, a umidade avassaladora de estar dentro dela, não apenas a fez cair no precipício. Ela a jogou para o outro lado, violentamente.

Você começou a gozar, lançando explosões de esperma quente na buceta de Jennie, ainda bombeando dentro dela enquanto fazia isso. Os olhos dela se arregalaram e a boca ficou frouxa de espanto ao sentir como ela estava cheia de seu esperma.

Quando finalmente estava esgotada, você saiu de dentro de Jennie enquanto ela relaxava o controle sobre você. Você tinha terminado tão profundamente dentro de Jennie que, a princípio, nem percebeu que tinha gozado dentro dela. Passaram-se longos momentos até que você visse o primeiro sinal de que algo estava começando a sair de dentro dela.

Ela mergulhou os dedos dentro de si mesma e depois os colocou na boca, sugando o líquido deles.

— Hum. – Disse ela. — Tão bom.

Você olhou para Jennie.

— Está se sentindo melhor? – Você perguntou. — Espero que você esteja feliz.

Jennie assentiu com a cabeça, sua expressão claramente satisfeita.

— Tão feliz. Tão bem.

— Bom. – Você disse. — Porque eu quero que você ande com isso dentro de você pelo resto da noite. Qualquer coisa que sair... – Você se afastou certificando-se de que ela sabia que algo viria a seguir.

Ela olhou para você com os olhos arregalados.

— Quero que você limpe tudo. Com a sua língua.

Ela assentiu sem dizer nada.

— É isso mesmo. – Você disse. — Você fica muito melhor depois, toda fodida, pirralha.

Você considerou a bagunça que estava começando a se formar entre as pernas dela.

— E meu gozo fica melhor dentro de você.

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 26: SHOWER SEX Sōsuke Aizen x F! Arrancar! Reader

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The sound of dripping water echoing all around the biggest bathhouse you have ever seen. His head thrown back, his chocolate hair too. Arms strong but also lean helps his naked body to float as he grabs from the sides of the tub.

You take some time to admire his beautiful physique. Abs barely visible from over the water level, protruding collarbones, prominent Adam’s apple and the sharpest mandible framing his relaxing façade.

“What, (Name)?” he asks, surprising you with the tray and a cup of tea on your hands.

“I’m sorry, Aizen-sama. I… brought your tea, where should I leave it?” you ask, stuttering. How could you forget how much of a powerful being he is? Of course he could sense your presence… you’ve been created by himself.

Sosuke opens his eyes and after sighing, he turns his head to you. Him, in that sterile environment with everything so white as everything in Las Noches, stands out in such delightful imagery.

“Bring it to me” he commands, with a soft smile on his lips but eyes full of impure intentions.

You nod, and fast enough bring the tea closer to him. You are aware of his nudity, but still try to act as if he was fully clothed… even if your eyes couldn’t get away from the running drops coming from his wet hair to his chest.

Your lips barely part, letting soft sighs of warm breath scape in between them. You slowly kneel on the ground to serve him the tea, you shouldn’t be above your Lord.

Your pupils dilate as he lifts his back just a little, allowing some more of his belly to emerge from the water. Aizen Sosuke is the definition of temptation, of lust, of need…

“Heh… You like what you see?” he asks, breaking the enchantment all of a sudden. “Excuse me, Sir. I didn’t mean to look, I…” you quickly excuse yourself, although your cheeks get on fire and your breathing accelerated.

The ting of the porcelain cup on your hand echoes as much as the water drops… the more you tremble to keep it steady as you pretend to serve him, the more it resonates. And Aizen is delighted, because if there is something that pleases him is when people consider him a god. He enjoys intimidating you as everybody else.

“You seem to be having trouble to serve me a cup of tea today, (Name)… leave the teapot aside for me, please” he orders, always politely but still perversely.

You leave everything on the floor, bowing before him. “I’m sorry, Aizen-sama. I am so unworthy of serving you!” you repeat, hitting your forehead on the wet floor of his bathroom.

He takes his hand to his chin, observing your pathetic intent for mercy, and stops your whining.

“(Name), you might have trouble serving me tea… but I know you are good with other tasks, aren’t you? Come here, help me bathe” he commands, offering your hands the privilege of touching his godly -not so pure- flesh.

You blink, as he stands up. His whole anatomy surfaces, showing you his attributes with absolutely no shame. Aizen extents his hand for you to grab it, as the very depiction of a godly creature inviting you to heaven.

You swallow. A trembling hand of yours touches his, and with his help you stand up from the floor.

“Very well… now, use this to rub my chest” he indicates, giving you a piece of white cloth imbued in water and a soapy substance.

You take it in between your hands; the cloth is warm and so is the water and your core. Your quivering hand approaches his right pec with delicacy, almost as if you were about to touch something fragile.

Aizen smiles lovingly, looking at you in the same way a master looks at his dog. You are, to him, inferior. And still, cute, so very beautiful.

Slowly tracing circles on his flesh, you let a fine mantle of foam. Your eyes, fixed in the pores of his skin, are battling against your own need not to look any further… down, down where his sin start.

However, and besides not watching, pulled by the transgressive force of desire, you lost the battle against morality… you let your cheek to be pressed right in the middle of his chest.

He gasps, would it be a lie to say he wasn’t surprised. Aizen plans it all, but still… there are some types of physical contact that are simply unforeseen. A man whose life has always revolved around being lonely, breaking limits with no mercy for a higher mean, can still get amazed at a sudden show of love.

Sosuke takes some time to think; never has he ever stuttered… but this time he did; and the final decision meant for him to turn off his mind and let desire to take over. This time, as he learnt the Hogyoku was supposed to do, he just let his heart manifest its true desires…

A heavy hand falls on the crown of your head. Though hefty, it’s also delicate and caring. Aizen presses your face against his chest, you can hear the heart inside pumping harder and faster.

“You love me that much, (Name)?” “I love you more than much, my Lord… with all my soul” “Your soul? Mh… I see”

He sighs, not annoyed but pleased. And his hands pass around your waist, pulling you inside the tub swiftly.

You get your white and black uniform all wet, things he doesn’t mind and also enjoys. The transparency of it, showing hard nipples through. The soaking skirt, attaching to your skin, showing your sex.

“Come here” he murmurs, kissing you with a class that cannot be found in another man. It’s also perverse and deadly, and you are all about losing your life for it.

Slowly, softly… both sliding down. Hips straddled on his lap, the water playing with the hem of your skirt, making it float and dance with the way you hump on his hardness.

Sosuke presses you down with his hands on the small of your back; your hands, hang loosely on his shoulder blades. His lips attacking your neck, and the breasts he freed as he tore your uniform.

And the more his kisses go down, the more your back arches with him holding you with playful fingers along your spine. Your hair rains on your back, your cheeks tinted in black drops as your make up has started to smear.

“You know you are here because I created you? And you are here because I wanted to, right? He whispers, kissing in between your breasts, down your sternum.

“Yes, Aizen-sama. I am beyond grateful because you chose me, my Lord. I am completely devoted to you” you murmur, feeling his sex search for your entrance.

“Would you be a good girl and let me fuck you?” he asks, -in reality he doesn’t need to-

You alone lift your hips to help him accede faster to your insides, you are desperate… “Yes, my Lord… please, fuck me”

Aizen smirks, tracing circles with his index on your lower belly around your hollow. And with his free hand, he guides his shaft into you.

Who knows, maybe you were just one more of his Arrancar… Or maybe you were created from a piece of his own very soul, because when he penetrated you, it felt like two forces were finally rejoined…

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༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. tw: relacionamentos tóxicos, atitudes tóxicas (cap. futuros)

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 Os corredores ficavam mais simples e austeros à medida que os rapazes adentravam os bastidores. Salas grandiosas, com pisos de marfim e cortinas de veludo, davam lugar a corredores apertados, abarrotados de dançarinos se despindo de seus figurinos, cansados pela noite de estreia. auxiliares iam e vinham com carrinhos e cabides. Francisco cruzava esse labirinto como se fosse o caminho de sua casa. Falava ao telefone, brigando por alguma coisa ou outra. Com uma reprimenda final, terminou a ligação, e se virou para Enzo, que vinha em seu encalço. 

  “O boludo do funcionário não enviou o buquê para ela. Tenho que arranjar isso, é muito mal-educado chegar sem nenhum agrado, sem umas flores. Ah, que inferno! Enzo, eu vou aqui do lado, tem uma floricultura que já me conhece. Vire à direita, o camarim dela é a segunda porta. Diabo de etiqueta!” Sem mais delongas, Francisco saiu bufando e pisando forte, deixando Enzo sozinho naquele meio estranho. Com uma pontada de nervosismo, decidiu seguir as instruções do colega, e bateu na porta onde se lia “Bailarina Principal”. 

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  “Pode entrar!” Falou de dentro do banheiro, ainda limpando o rosto da pesada maquiagem de palco. Quando saiu, encontrou o jornalista observando o camarim, curioso. Ao lhe ver, abriu um sorriso e lhe estendeu a mão, confirmando seu nome e elogiando a apresentação. Você respondeu o gracejo enquanto se sentava na toucadeira. 

  “Muito obrigada, é gentileza sua. O senhor é Francisco Romero, certo? O jornalista da revista…”

  “Eu sou o fotógrafo, Enzo Vogrincic. Meu colega teve um contratempo, mas ele já chega.” 

 Você riu, envergonhada, principalmente após perceber a câmera que ele trazia no pescoço. “Ah, me desculpe. Nunca dei uma entrevista antes, não sei esses pormenores.” 

  Ele sorriu, charmoso. “Não se preocupe, nena. Eu te mostro como faz.” 

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  Se a bailarina encantara Enzo no palco, fora dele ela o arrebatara. Seu sorriso fácil, alegre, seus trejeitos polidos e educados, e seus modos incertos, quase tímidos, estavam o levando à loucura. Conversavam casualmente, esperando o verdadeiro entrevistador. Enzo havia a fotografado, sentada na cadeirinha dobrável do minúsculo camarim, vestida ainda no figurino vermelho, mas a imagem saiu trêmula quando ela desatou a rir no último segundo. Não sabia dizer se ficava mais graciosa quando dançava, atravessando a melodia com seus movimentos dramáticos e animados, ou agora, quando, livre, relaxava e conversava, sorrindo solta. 

  Apesar de suas rezas silenciosas, Francisco retornou, com um buquê de tuberosas e violetas. Enzo, forçado a retroceder, observou a entrevista, os cliques esporádicos de sua câmera justificando sua estadia no camarim. Admirava-a como um artista à mais bela paisagem. Uma pergunta do entrevistador, porém, o interrompeu.

   “Sim, sim. Mas, me diga: desde que chegou em Buenos Aires, não ouvi um pio sobre você e mais alguém. É mesmo assim, ou está deixando algo às escondidas?” O jeito direto, quase sem-vergonha de Francisco nunca falharam em surpreender Enzo; e também ao que parece, à bailarina, que corou e riu frouxamente, olhando para o chão. 

   “Bem, na verdade, desde que eu terminei minha última relação, ainda no Brasil, eu não procurei mais ninguém. Me dizem que eu sou ‘complicada’, e de qualquer forma…” a palavra morreu na língua. Francisco fitou-a, em silêncio, por mais uns minutos, tentando arrancar-lhe algo mais. Ela respondeu simplesmente devolvendo-lhe o olhar. Apesar da confissão, não parecia vagarosa nem humilhada; parecia agora até mais dona de si, endurecida e amargurada pelo comentário descabido do jornalista. Esse tratou de emendar o fio da conversa, e o resto da entrevista correu naturalmente.

  Enzo só percebeu quão tarde da noite era quando saiu do teatro e sentiu o vento gelado lhe acariciar a face. Homem de hábitos regulares, tão logo notou a hora, notou também o sono a lhe invadir a mente. Seu colega, porém, continuava animadíssimo, e passou a viagem para casa inteira, ou até onde seus caminhos ainda convergiam, falando sobre a matéria e a entrevistada. Tudo entrou em um ouvido e saiu pelo outro. Na mente de Enzo, restava uma ideia apenas: ver novamente aquela singela bailarina. 

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Day 26: Ggio Vega ~ Pet Play

Pairing: Ggio Vega x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~5.3k Date Published: October 26, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Sub!Ggio, Exophilia, Pet Play, Collar/Leash, Teasing, Leg Humping, Begging, Cunnilingus, Face Fucking, Praise, Bondage, Cumming Early, Throat Grabbing, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Creampie Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. Wynter also uses terms like 'kitten' and 'good boy' to refer to Ggio. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: Wynter gets stuck keeping an eye on the feline Fracción but finds that it's not too bad with his knack for obedience.

You can also read it on AO3!

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  "You should use a taller stool."

  "I don't have a taller stool." I grunted while trying to shimmy a box off the top of a bookshelf. I was attempting to clean the office when Kisuke showed up with Ggio in tow. Kisuke had asked me to keep an eye on Ggio since he had his hands full at the shop with other Arrancar that had survived and were left scattered after Aizen's downfall.

  Ggio was one of the few surviving Fracciónes, and without Barragan around, he seemed unable to find himself to get back on his feet. At least, that was how Kisuke had put it during our phone call. So it wasn't a good idea to leave Ggio on his own for long.

  "How do you not have a taller stool being as short as you are?" Ggio's tone was condescending, and I rolled my eyes before turning to look at him.

  "You know, you can help instead of nitpick."

  "Help? Clean your home? Please." His lip curled up into a grimace as he crossed his arms.

  "Then shh." I placed a finger in front of my lips while looking him in the eye.

  "Who do you think you're talking to, mortal?"

  "A mouthy Arrancar." I retorted and turned back to reach for the box. I scooted it further over the edge little by little with my fingers barely reaching.

  "Why put something so high that you can't reach it? I would put it somewhere lower had I been you."

  "I didn't put it here, my uncle did." I heavily sighed before yelping when a book fell and hit the top of my head. Ggio burst into laughter while pointing at me, and I shot him a glare. "Look, I'm struggling here. Could you use your powers to get it?"

  "Oh? Actually asking me for help?" Ggio had a condescending smile as I stepped down from the stool.

  "Yes, I am. So could you please help me?" I leaned one hand on the stool with the other hand resting on my hip. Ggio's smile faltered when I said 'please' as if he hadn't expected me to say it. "It'll just take two seconds, I promise no longer than that. Then you can sit back down."

  Ggio didn't respond, but his golden eyes shot upward. Looking to see what suddenly caught his attention, I saw the heavy box overhead falling. I instinctively ducked while covering my head, expecting the books falling out to hit me since I didn't have time to move. However, nothing ever made contact even though I heard the box and books make impact before bouncing to the ground.

  Slowly opening my eyes, I looked up while lowering my hands. Ggio was looking down at me with an unamused expression and his hands on the bookshelf. He'd used his own body to shield me from the falling books.

  Which wasn't expected. Especially not after pointing and laughing when the first one had hit me on the head.

  "....Thank you."

  "Get a taller stool. Or ask me to do it....with that 'please'." He flashed his fangs while his nose scrunched up as if it was such a chore what he was doing.

  He took a step back as I crouched lower to gather the fallen books. Ggio looked down his nose at me as he watched me pick them up. His arms were crossed over his chest, and having him watch my every move felt different from before. It now felt like he was trying to bore holes through my head.

  Clearing my throat, I set the books on my desk before turning back to face Ggio.

  "Could you please get that one as well?" I pointed at the other box on top of the shelf. Ggio slowly looked up at the box and moved so quickly that I nearly missed him getting the box before setting it on the desk next to the pile of books. I gave a low whistle. "Wow, you really are a fast one."

  "Of course I am." Ggio gave a devilish grin. "Anything else?"

  "No, that'll be all for now. Thank you." I shook my head while opening the box to find more books inside, and Ggio's smile fell. His expression went flat as he lingered in the office and watched me sort through the books.

  At least he was quiet now even if his staring was a bit unnerving.

  Picking up a stack of books to take them into the living room, Ggio was soon in front of me with his nose scrunched in a snarl.

  "Tch. You're so weak. Can't even carry some measly books." He took them from my arms before I could even respond. "Where were you taking them?"

  "....Living room." I pointed, and he turned on his heel to leave the office and go down the hallway to the living room. I hadn't actually been struggling with the books at all and wondered what he'd been talking about. As I watched him walk away, my brows furrowed.

  "I've put them on the table by the couch." Ggio called out, and I looked down at the other stack of books. An idea formed in my head as I placed my hand on the top book.

  "Do you mind taking these in there as well?"

  "Pathetic. How have you survived this long being this weak?" Ggio flashed his fangs at me while picking up the books. He was talking shit the entire time he went back to the living room and set down the books.

  I, on the other hand, couldn't help but scoff in amusement.

  So Ggio was that type? At least now I had a clue on how to work with him.

  He returned with an expectant look on his face.

  "Thank you, Ggio." I smiled pleasantly and saw his hair move from his ears twitching.

  "You should be thankful. Who knows how long it would've taken you to do that yourself. You're as slow as they come."

  "Can you eat human food?"

  "What?"

  "Can you eat human food?"

  "....Yes. Why?"

  "C'mere." I waved my hand to gesture for him to follow me as I went to the kitchen. Going into the pantry, I fished out a chocolate bar and ripped it open before holding it out to him. "Here. A treat for your hard work."

  "What is this?"

  "Chocolate. It's sweet with some bitterness."

  "What are those red bits?" Ggio asked while leaning closer and sniffing at the bar.

  "Cherries. It's a fruit." I clarified since I'd heard how Hueco Mundo didn't have much of anything like the living world. I could only hope he at least knew what a fruit was.

  "And you want me to eat this?" His gaze narrowed at me.

  "It's safe, I promise. Look." I took a bite and chewed while holding the bar out to him again. He experimentally sniffed at the chocolate bar again, and his pupils slightly widened. He reminded me of a curious cat.

  Ggio then took a bite, and his ears perked under his hair.

  "This is acceptable." He then snatched the bar from me to eat the rest of it. He also had no clue that he was further confirming my suspicions.

  It became routine for Kisuke to drop Ggio off at my house when he got too busy, but Ggio didn't truly seem to mind no matter how much he complained.

  And no matter how much he talked down to me and degraded with snide remarks, he did whatever I asked of him. So long as there was a please and thank you, he'd do it.

  I figured Ggio was so used to serving Barragan that he must be feeling lost having no one over him and would take orders from anyone- albeit, within the limits his pride allowed.

  The temptation to take advantage of that obedience was ever-present. But I never acted on the temptation to maintain clear boundaries. Ggio would always go back to Kisuke's at the end of the day, after all.

  However, I still enjoyed getting some help around the house while Ggio believed he was showing me how things 'should' be done. I could also tell he liked the praise for a job well done, so it worked out well enough.

  "Hey, can I get your opinion on this? I have a meeting tomorrow and have to look like I don't want to get fired." I rose my voice to make sure Ggio could hear me, and his head popped into my room as I stood in front of my mirror.

  "What are the standards of not being set aflame?"

  "No, fired. In this context, it means being released from duty. Which I need to avoid since this job pays my bills." I sighed while rolling up the sleeves of my button-up and turned to look at Ggio. "So? Would you keep me employed if you were my boss?"

  His golden gaze was locked on me as he quietly looked me up and down. I was in a fitted, pale blue button-up with black pants that had been tailored and dress shoes. His head cocked to the side as he crossed his arms over his chest.

  "I would not fire you."

  "Awesome. Now, hair down or should I put it up?" I asked while gathering my hair and holding it up to mimic a bun. Ggio's eyes widened a fraction as he stared at me for a moment. "What? Not good up?" I then dropped my hair.

  "These are trivial concerns." His response was quick as he looked away.

  "For you, perhaps. I, on the other hand, have to make a good impression." Going into my closet, I grabbed a couple more button-ups. "Do you think one of these would be better?"

  "The blue one is fine." Ggio rolled his eyes before his attention caught on something else in the room. As I put the other shirts back, I saw him come further into the room. "I thought you kept food downstairs in the kitchen."

  "I do."

  "Then why do you have food in here?"

  "I don't." I let my confusion show, and Ggio disappeared as he crouched beside the bed. I heard something sliding out from underneath it, and my heart began to pound. "Ggio, don't!" I rushed out of the closet and slid around the corner of the bed.

  Ggio already had the box I kept under the bed opened and a bottle in his hand.

  "What sort of drink is this? It smells so sweet."

  "That's....not a drink." I rubbed a hand over my face while heavily sighing and feeling my ears burning.

  "Syrup?" Ggio tilted the bottle while studying it. "There's another one, but it doesn't smell sweet. What is 'flavored lubricant'? I haven't seen this in your kitchen before.... Astroglide?" He sounded so confused.

  "Okay, did no one ever tell you not to get into things that don't belong to you?" I took the two bottles away from Ggio as he looked up at me.

  "What is it? Why is your heart beating faster?" His eyes narrowed. "Is this poisonous?"

  "No." I heavily sighed. "Humans use this for pleasure. Uh, sexual pleasure. The flavored one is to make things taste differently." I hoped my explanation was enough for him to understand as he silently looked at me still.

  "....How is this for sexual pleasure? It's just liquid."

  "Well, it's not usually used by itself. Look, if you really want to know, I can give you a quick run-down of human sex ed or something, but it might weird you out since you're an Arrancar."

  "So this 'lubricant' does nothing on its own?"

  "Not really. There are some types that give warm sensations, but these are pretty basic and don't do that."

  "Does it taste as sweet as it smells?" His question made me look at him again. He was still crouched by the box and thankfully hadn't dug further to find the toys.

  "Maybe. Your nose is more sensitive than mine, though." Tilting my head I quirked up a brow. "You can have a taste if you want. It's harmless." Ggio was quiet for a second as he curiously eyed the flavored one.

  "Let me taste it then." He demanded and moved to stand until I stopped him.

  "Hold on." Dropping the unflavored one back into the box, I then popped open the cap of the flavored one. "This stuff can get pretty messy, and I don't feel like cleaning it up." He watched as I poured some of the lube onto my thumb before dropping the bottle into the box. "Open your mouth." I ordered while using my free hand to tilt up his chin.

  When his eyes locked with mine, pink dusted his cheeks in a rather cute manner. I felt him swallow as the air became electrified. I smirked while still holding his chin.

  "What? Still worried it might be poison?" I licked some of the sweet lube off my thumb to show him that it was safe. "See?" I saw how his pupils widened while watching my tongue disappear back into my mouth. His lips slowly parted, and I brought my thumb down.

  As I had anticipated, Ggio was being rather obedient and let my thumb go past his lips and sharp teeth. Pressing my thumb against his warm tongue, he kept his fangs clear away from my hand as he licked at the lube. His long lashes brushed his cheeks when he blinked and looked up at me with his pupils widening more.

  "So? How's it taste?" I questioned with my thumb sliding out of his mouth and resting on his bottom lip.

  "Artificial." His blunt response made me laugh, and his cheeks became a darker shade of pink.

  "Aren't you cute?"

  "What else is in this box that you don't want me to see?"

  "....Tell you what, kitten, I'll show you if you're really that curious."

  "Ki-Kitten?! I'm not a kitten!"

  "You're as cute as one." I teased while grinning and rubbing my thumb over his lips. Taking a step closer to him, I moved my hand back to grab his braid and tug on it, forcing his head back as he looked up at me. "Maybe that's why you follow me around and do whatever I say. You're looking for a new master, aren't you?"

  "What?! If you're implying that I would seek a filthy mortal to be my master-" Ggio flashed his fangs in a snarl only to jolt when I lifted my foot. I hummed while feeling his balls against the tip of my shoe as his spine stiffened.

  "So you Arrancar do have genitals. That explains why you didn't question what sex was. To answer your other question; the box is full of sex toys and ropes."

  "S-Sex toys?" Ggio muttered with confusion while not daring to move given where my foot was.

  "Toys to aid in sexual pleasure. Some vibrate, some are just fake dicks, and my personal favorite mimics sucking. It even looks like a cute little penguin with a bowtie. Still wanna have a look?" I questioned while glancing down at the box before looking back at Ggio.

  "Yes."

  "Mm. Curious little kitten, huh?" I smirked.

  "I'm not a kitten."

  "Of course not." I gently tapped his nose and lowered my foot before moving the box to the top of the bed.

  "What....What do you want me to do?"

  "Hm?"

  "You're propositioning me, yes? I can smell it." His eyes were now glued to my crotch. "If this is a human courtship ritual, I don't know it."

  "Are you saying you want to fuck me, Ggio?"

  "I-I will allow you the pleasures of my body to show my....gratitude for your hospitality." Looking further down, I saw how he had an erection pushing up against his clothes.

  "Then I will kindly accept your offer." I pulled a collar from the box and latched it around his neck before tugging on the leash as I leaned down. Ggio's face was so close to mine and turning redder by the second. "I want you to take your clothes off, kitten. And don't stand up." He only nodded before yanking open his top and exposing his lean torso.

  My grip on the leash loosened as I went back into the box, and he undressed beside me. Finding what I was looking for, I pulled it out and waved it at him.

  "If you bite too hard, this goes in your mouth. Understood?" Ggio eyed the gag shaped like a bone before nodding. "Good." I let my gaze lower to look at his now naked body.

  He was toned but not very muscular at all. His skin was unmarred save for a scar on his chest from his fight with Soi Fon. His dick was also thick and standing proud between his thighs.

  "You know, for someone who keeps saying he's not a kitten, you don't look much like a tiger either." I stated and grabbed his Hollow mask to tilt his head back. "But you're certainly a treat either way." Ggio bit his bottom lip while looking up at me with blown pupils. "I'll be your new master, Ggio. That's what you want, isn't it?"

  "No." His answer was sharp and quick, and I quirked up a brow.

  "No? I guess I misread you, then." I reached for the collar to undo the buckle, but Ggio grabbed my wrist to stop me with his gaze averted.

  "Yes." His voice was barely over a whisper.

  "Yes, I misread you?"

  "No. I...." Ggio swallowed. "I didn't expect things to develop into this. But I do not dislike it."

  "Mm. Then say it." I rolled my hand to wrap the leash around my knuckles. "Tell me that you want me, kitten."

  "I-I want you." He whispered.

  "What?"

  "I want you."

  "Try again, kitten."

  "I want you, master."

  "That's it." I grinned and tugged on the leash to pull him closer. "Now show me how badly you want me." Putting my foot on the floor between his thighs, I stood up all of the way to look down at him.

  Ggio was so pretty with his cheeks flushed and his cock hard as he kneeled on the floor for me. His golden eyes dropped to look at my leg before glancing up at me.

  "Go on, kitten. Do a good job, and I'll give you a treat." My tone was nearly a purr, and Ggio's ears twitched. He swallowed before hesitantly bringing his body closer to my leg. I felt his hard cock brush against my shin as his hands grabbed the back of my thigh.

  He began to slowly grind his hips against my leg. I heard his breath falter from the friction, and he brought his body even closer. I kept hold of the leash while watching Ggio hump my leg like a needy animal.

  With his cock trapped between his torso and my leg, he dropped his hips a little lower to also rub his balls against my shoe. He bit his bottom lip while grunting with his eyes closed. Breathing more through his nose as his grip on my thigh tightened, his face drifted closer to my groin.

  One of his hands grabbed my belt as he buried his face between my thighs and deeply inhaled.

  "You smell so good." He groaned into the fabric of my pants.

  "Focus or this is all you get, kitten." I slightly tilted my foot up to put more pressure against his balls. I heard a whine come from the back of his throat.

  "Do you plan on just standing there?"

  "Watch the attitude. Only good boys get rewards." I grabbed the back of his head to grind my pussy against his face through my clothes. Ggio groaned before he began to purr. "So will you behave?"

  "Yes, master."

  "That's what I like to hear, kitten." Ggio picked up speed while rutting against my shin. His grip on my belt tightened as he continued to breathe in the scent of my arousal. His purring rumbled deep in his chest, and I began to feel claws against the back of my thigh.

  Tilting Ggio's head back, I checked his face to see red stripes forming on his cheeks as his ears pointed enough to barely peek out of his hair. His pupils were so wide, leaving his irises as thin, golden rings.

  "Are you really that needy, kitten?" I smirked while observing the changes to Ggio's body as it became more feline. "How long have you wanted this to not even put up a fight?" He bit his bottom lip without answering. "Oh? Has it been a while? You poor thing."

  Ggio growled at my tone, but I only smiled and tugged on the leash to make his head hit my thigh as a warning. The growl gradually died.

  "Good boy." My free hand reached up to undo the top button of my shirt. A few more came undone to expose part of my chest and collarbone, and Ggio's hips bucked as he purred again. He leaned up to bite my belt buckle and tugged with his fangs sinking into the leather. "Ah-ah." I thumped his nose, making him recoil with a hiss. "This is my good belt, Ggio. Don't bite it."

  With him leaning back now, I could see his swollen cock had smeared precum against my pant leg and his stomach. I hummed while lifting my foot to press my shoe against his balls, watching how he jolted and made a soft sound like a mewl.

  "All right, pet." I undid my belt with one hand while maintaining eye contact with Ggio. "I just want you to do a couple more things before you get your treat. Okay?" Pulling the belt free from the loops, I was smiling down at the Arrancar as his cock twitched.

  Ggio only nodded while softly panting, and I moved my leg away from him. He tensed when I dropped the leash and sat on the edge of the bed.

  "Take them off." I ordered as my shoe rested against Ggio's chest. His breath shook with his hands hesitantly rising. "I thought you were faster than this, kitten." My words sped him up as he undid the laces and pulled my shoe off. I was busy unbuttoning my shirt while he worked.

  When we both finished our tasks, I stood up again and undid the button and zipper of my pants as Ggio was still on his knees in front of me. He was watching my hands with predatorial eyes, waiting to have what he craved revealed. I pushed my pants down my thighs along with my underwear and let them pool around my ankles.

  "C'mere." I grabbed Ggio by the collar and shoved him against the side of the bed. He looked up at me with confusion until I grabbed his Hollow mask to push his head lower. "All right, kitten. Now stick out your tongue." Ggio made an animalistic groan that was mixed with a growl when I stood over him and he could see my dripping pussy.

  He leaned forward only for me to push him back against the side of the bed.

  "I said stick out your tongue." My tone was firmer, and he did as told with a soft whine. "That's it, pet. And watch the teeth." Bringing my hips closer as my other hand wrapped the leash around it, I held his head in place.

  Ggio's hands came up to grab my ass as he groaned from tasting me. His tongue made broad strokes over my core, lapping up the arousal that had accumulated.

  "How's it taste?" I smiled while looking down at him through half-hooded eyes. His response was a groan and a slow, deep lick. His tongue dragged over my clit, and I took in a sharp breath. Ggio did it again as his grip on my ass tightened. "Just like that, kitten. So good."

  The praise made Ggio purr, sending vibrations to my pussy through his mouth. My hips bucked as I bit my bottom lip and grunted. The teeth of the skull stuck to his head pressed against my skin while his tongue rolled over my clit.

  "Didn't I teach you manners? What are you supposed to say after being given a treat?" My voice was breathy and lower, and Ggio barely made enough room to speak before diving back in.

  "Thank you, master."

  "Good boy." My eyes closed as my head fell back, feeling his tongue dip into my core as his top lip hit my clit. His claws pricked my ass as his tongue went deeper. "Just like that. Fuck, yes." Ggio moaned into my pussy as he lapped up my arousal and drove his tongue as deep as he could to taste more.

  I could hear the wet sounds from him sloppily eating me out mixing with his purrs and whimpers. Slowly looking down at him, I took in a deep breath while readjusting my grip on his Hollow mask.

  "You're pretty strong, aren't ya, kitten?"

  "Nnn." Ggio nodded without taking his mouth off me. I thrust my hips forward, pinning his head between the side of the mattress and my pelvis. He made a sound of surprise but didn't fight having me ride his tongue in a rougher manner.

  My clit slid over his hot tongue as I rocked against his face.

  "Fuck~!" I panted while going faster. My hand with the leash coiled around it grabbed his head as my other hand planted firmly on the bed. I was just fucking his mouth as he whined and whimpered into my pussy.

  His purring added more vibrations, and I wasn't ashamed to say Ggio was becoming my new favorite toy. His warm mouth felt so good as he ate like he was starving. I kept thrusting my hips to grind against his face and tongue.

  Ggio didn't seem to mind how his head was pinned. In fact, he seemed to like it as he pushed against my ass to aid every thrust. He sucked my clit into his mouth and moaned, making my hips buck as I groaned.

  "Looks like I found a new way to make you stop talking, kitten." I chuckled and panted before feeling his fangs as he sucked more. I moaned again from his tongue swirling over the tip of my clit. He had the bud throbbing more as I fucked his face and forced his head into the mattress.

  I grabbed the blanket so firmly that my knuckles turned white. I was so lost in the pleasure that I forgot to let him have a chance to breathe. I just kept thrusting to feel every bit of pressure and friction I could.

  Ggio's low whine proceeded my orgasm, and I was cumming in his mouth while moaning and trapping his head against the bed. The tension in my muscles gradually relaxed as I slowly came down from the high. I came back to my senses and licked my lips before leaning back.

  The poor Arrancar was panting with his chest rising and falling heavily with each breath. Ggio's face was a mess and wet all around his mouth with drool and slick dripping from his chin. Streaks of wetness were even going down his neck to his chest, and he looked blissed out already.

  "Mmm. You did so good, kitten." I purred while swiping my thumb over his chin to help clean his face. Ggio, without hesitation, licked the mess from my thumb as I sat down in his lap. "How cute. Do you really crave me that much?" I smiled as he leaned toward me and was still panting.

  "More. Give me more."

  "That's not how you ask." I stopped him by grabbing the saber fangs of his Hollow mask.

  "P-Please, master." Ggio's voice was breathy as he grabbed my hips.

  "Good boy." Pulling him forward by the saber fangs, I kissed him. I could taste myself still on his tongue as he whimpered. I brought my body closer to his, feeling his hard cock against me. Ggio jolted before purring and rocking his hips.

  Tilting my hips, the slick and saliva on my pussy smeared along his dick. I felt him shudder as a soft whine came from the back of his throat. Pulling away from the kiss, I raised my hips and tugged on the leash.

  "Go on, then." I tilted my head while looking down at Ggio. He bit his bottom lip and grabbed his cock to line it up with my entrance. His face was flushed and his eyes dark, looking so cute as he held himself.

  Lowering my hips, I sat back down in his lap in one swift drop. Ggio moaned while hunching forward. His eyes fluttered closed and his breath shook.

  Pulling on the leash, I forced him to sit back up before draping an arm over his shoulder.

  "You're pretty sensitive, huh? I didn't think eating pussy would do that much for you." I smiled while having my face only inches from his. Ggio shook his head but said nothing with his mouth left hanging open. "No?"

  My nose brushed against his as I lifted and dropped back down. He whined through clenched teeth, his claws digging into my hips.

  "Does it feel good?"

  "Good. So good."

  "Should I keep going?"

  "Yes. Please, master. Please."

  "Mmm. You're too fuckin' cute, kitten." I kissed him again while riding his cock. He whimpered into the kiss, but then he bucked with his voice pitching an octave higher. I wasn't entirely sure what happened since only a few seconds had passed, but then it dawned on me when I looked at his face and felt cum dripping from my core.

  Ggio didn't look at me as I studied his face.

  "Did you just cum?" My question made him swallow and look embarrassed. "You've barely been touched."

  "So?" His tone was sharp as he snapped at me. Taking in a deep breath, I grabbed him by the throat and pinned his head against the side of the mattress. My face was only centimeters away from his as I looked down my nose at him.

  "Watch your fuckin' tone, kitten. I'm not opposed to training some manners into you." My voice was steady, and Ggio's eyes widened as he swallowed. "Hm. I wonder if you'll still have that attitude when I'm done."

  "What?" Ggio whispered, making me gain a devilish grin.

  "Oh? Did you think that was it?" Raising my hips, the mix of bodily fluids were making it easier for his cock to slip in and out of my pussy. Riding him harder and faster than before, Ggio cried out as his back arched.

  I happily took advantage of his stamina as an Arrancar, but his sensitivity was heightened since he'd already cum. His claws were digging into my hips more, making me hiss from the sharp sting. Grabbing his wrists, I wrapped the leash around them to pin them together. His hands were now bound close to his collar, making every movement of his hands a tug on his collar.

  Ggio was bucking and writhing beneath me, mewling and moaning with his fangs bared.

  "Master! Master, please!" He whimpered as his paws kicked. "I-I don't-"

  "Oh, pet. I'm sure you can keep up with a pathetic human like me, right? Surely an Arrancar like you wouldn't crumble so soon."

  "I-" He moaned with his thighs shivering beneath me. He was drooling and purring uncontrollably.

  "That's it, kitten. Give me all you've got." I cooed as his back arched again. "Cum for me." Ggio's voice broke as he moaned, his cock twitching as it pumped more cum deep inside my pussy. The hot liquid dripped down over his balls and was no doubt leaving a mess on the floor.

  However, I was still far from done with him.

  "Let's see how many times you cum before I do." Ggio shivered at my tone and was an absolute mess. Pulling on the leash, I captured his lips in a heated, hungry kiss.

[yuuuume]

masterlist

consider all characters listed here as safe characters to request at any time

i do not take any requests for the following characters: ururu and jinta, marechiyo omaeda, any filler characters

ichigo kurosaki | substitute soul reaper

nsfw alphabet

A, F, K

headcanons

dick headcanons | 18+

jushiro ukitake | soul reaper

fics, one-shots, etc.

nuclear family | 18+, afab!reader

drabble-ish; your stepdad jushiro has a very close relationship with you

kenpachi zaraki | soul reaper

headcanons

dick headcanons | 18+

kensei muguruma | visored

headcanons

househusband headcanons | au

nnoitra gilga | arrancar

headcanons

dick headcanons | 18+

rukia kuchiki | soul reaper

nsfw alphabet

E, I, J, N, R

shinji hirako | visored

nsfw alphabet

S, H, I , N, J

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, K, L, M, O, V

headcanons

househusband headcanons | au

szayelaporro granz | arrancar

nsfw alphabet

O, U, Y

toshiro hitsugaya | soul reaper

nsfw alphabet

B, K, L, M, O

A, C, E, F, G, H

[my0vershareworld]

Masterlist (updated 10/11/2023)

list of Genre: Fluff🧡, Angst💛, crack🖤, Yandere💗 Headcanons💚, Familia💙, Platonic💜, Romantic🤎, one shot🤍, story ❣, Female reader💕, Male reader 💞, Gender neutral reader 💓

Sosuke Aizen

I am the one who make you (Fake)🧡💚💙💓

My tool 💛💙❣💓

a child.. 🧡💚🤎💕

brand new powerful species 💚💕

Espada

Nnoitra Gilga

Grumpy x Sunshine 🧡💚🤎💓

Nnoitra Gilga relationship headcanons 🧡💚🤎💓

Holidays together? 🧡💚🤎💓

Aaroniero Arruruerie

You stole my heart but I'll let you keep it 🧡🤎🤍💓

Sitting on Aaroniero's lap 🧡💚🤎💓

Ulquiorra Cifer

This is fine 🧡💚🤎💓

the perfect Fraccion 💚💜💓

Szayelaporro Granz

Sitting on Szayelaporro's lap 🧡💚🤎💓

a smartie like me fit perfectly with you 🧡💚🤎💓

love day you say? 🧡💚🤎💓

what are you doing, human? 🧡💚🤎💓

but there is only one bed! 🧡💚🤎💓

will you be the last piece to make me the perfect being? 🧡🤎🤍💓

I'll make you fall for me, my dear 🧡💚🤎💓

General hcs 💚

sakura mochi 🧡💚🤎💓

the day you kept me warm 🧡💚🤎💓

so this is love..how fun! 🧡🤍💓

Grimmjow Jaggerjaques

what an annoyance (lovingly) 🧡💚💙💓

Nelliel Tu Odelschwacnk

the friendliest friend! 🧡💚💜💓

General hcs 💚

Tier Harribel

Dating the dangerous shark 🧡💚🤎💓

my dear.. 🧡💚🤎💓

Coyote Starrk

burden 💛🤎🤍💓

protective reader 🧡💚🤎💓

Arrancars

Yylfordt Granz

Ice Skating with Yylfordt 🧡💜💓

Date? Me? 🧡💚🤎💓

you're trying every tricks huh? 🧡💚💜💓

Tesla Lindocruz

I will always be with you 🧡💚🤎💓

Luppi Antenor

you tower 🧡💚🤎💓

Roka Paramia

...me? your friend?.. 🧡(little)💛💚💜💓

a friend..? 🧡💚💜💓

Roka general hcs 💚

Quincies

Jugram Haschwalth

the important 🧡💚🤎💞

Giselle Gewelle

my living zombie friend! 🧡💚💜💓

my blissful lovergirl! 🧡💚🤎💕

Äs Nödt

the shyness of yours.. 🧡💚🤎💓

is that supposed to be scary? 🧡💚🖤💓

Askin Nakk Le Vaar

silly funky man 💚🖤

Cang Du

the memories will always haunt him 🧡💚🤎💓

Bambietta Basterbine

unseen love 🧡💛🤎🤍💕

Gremmy Thoumeaux

dusk til dawn 🧡💚🤎💓

Yandere Gremmy 💗💚🤎💓

Quilge Opie

vampire Yandere with stockholm syndrome reader 💗💚🤎💓

Visored

Shinji Hirako

lemme help you with your anxiety, babe! 🧡💚🤎💓

would a kiss work for making up to you? 🧡💚🤎💓

I can teach ya how ta' be like me! 💚💓

Lisa Yadomaru

well aren't you a lucky one? 🧡💚💜💓

Multi-Character

friend? friend! (Coyote Starrk x reader, Lilynette Gingerbuck x GN!Human reader) 🧡💚💜💓

Chaotic (Fraccion's in a reality show)💚🖤

more..SIBLING?! (the granz brothers x GN!Human reader) 🧡💚💙💓

..what a sweet Shinigami.. (the espadas x GN!Shingami reader) 🧡💚🤎💓

I fucking hate you (espada meeting someone like Bellatrix Lestrange) 💚

I AM NOT SHARING! (the Granz brothers x M!human reader) 🧡💚🤎💞

love..., LOVE!, love! (As Nodt, Gerard Valkyrie, Giselle Gewelle x GN!Human reader) 🧡💚🤎💓

perfection (espada x GN!Arrancar reader) 🧡💚🤎💓

GET OFF OF ME (Szayelaporro Granz, Nnoitra Gilga, Coyote Starrk, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez X GN!Human reader) 🖤💚💜💓

what the fuck is this creature.. (Espadas with a genderfluid child made by Szayelaporro) 💚🖤

you're related to who? (Espadas with an S/O who's related to one of the Espada) 🧡💚🤎💓

go! girlboss go! (Espadas (Excluding Barragan and Yammy) x Girlboss reader) 🧡💚🤎💕

you should put your phone away sometimes (Espadas (excluding Barragan and Yammy) x GN!Human reader rizzing them up) 🧡🖤💚💓

what are you trying to achieve here? (Fracciones (excluding Lilynette) x GN!Human reader rizzing them up) 🧡🖤💚💓

cuddles (Espada (excluding Yammy and Barragan) x GN!Human reader) 🧡💚🤎💓

highschool year (espadas (excluding Barragaan and Yammy) in high school year +BONUS Yylfordt and Luppi)🖤💚

happy valentine, here's your love (Cang Du, Bazz-B, Jugram, Gremmy x GN!Human reader on valentine day) 🧡💚🤎💓

Amoral individual (Espadas (excluding Yammy and Barragan) meeting someone like Tiffany Valentine)

[crying-fantasies]

Spirit Attachment: Touch

Masterlist

Prev/Next

It was so cold outside, it was a blessing that every activity was suspended for bad time or a earthquake, you couldn't remember, something happened, and it was so good, at least for you, a hard headache, the difficulty to breath due to mucus in the nose.

You were so grateful for having Grimmjow out, at least for a day.

But you also wished to have someone, anyone near you in such a weak state, someone to look after you.

For the first time in a long time you wished to have an especial other, someone to give you love and care, one different from the one that you got from your family and their constant call everyday, one different from the few friends and coworkers.

You wished for something more intimate, and realizing your lack of it almost made you burst to tears.

Unbeknown to you, all your stress and negative feelings attracted many strange looking creatures that you couldn't see or hear, all roaming near your house, looking twice to the arrancar that was looking at them, dead in the eyes, daring any of them to take a step further and try to get close where you were coughing so loud, there was always the fool who tried to outsmart him, getting a gruesome death on his hands, agonizing screams that you couldn't hear while Grimmjow consumed his still moving prey looking to your window, he could see his own reflection, he was also affected by all the strange energy that you emitted, his blow pupils, his wild expression.

He, just like this hollow that he eats, was drawn to you, to this intoxication, to your deep desperation.

And he chooses to protect your door from them, not because they could do you any harm, he didn't care in the slightest if you lived or died, he just did it because if you died, from where was he supposed to obtain such energy, with such concentration?

Finding you was already a gift, like finding a quartz in the middle of other rocks, you could be refered like that, a quartz, shiney but without a high purity or a high value.

Just something eye-catching.

But eye catching enough for him and all the hollows that kept coming to your door.

Grimmjow kind of knew what was happening to you, you were weak now, more than normal, all your body fighting against something that he couldn't exactly see, he entered your room not before looking again at the hollows, giving a clear warning that this dying person was his.

He entered, and the next second he wanted to go out, you energy was so strong, so hard, he was salivating, maybe he looked way too excited, and he asked to himself how it was possible for you to be still alive.

Then he remembered that shitty luck of yours and everything was resolved, maybe you were still alive, but in such a stupid life.

He looked at you, red in the face, warm, no, hot, but your hand was cold and slippery.

It was funny, he could say, he could touch you but you couldn't touch him, you didn't even have reiatsu to do so, you could only see him because he wanted you to, or it could also be an effect of his presence around you for too long.

He would never forget the face that you made, pure terror that ignited something inside of him, something that still keeps him here, next to you, but if he was honest there wasn't anything good going on outside, Harribel had her hands on the power and Nelliel was a pain in the ass with her two idiots around.

Here, well, here he is a king, he was just practicing for the moment that he took the throne from Harribel.

You made a sound and that got his attention, blow pupils looking at you, shivers running wild on your body, sweat on your skin, you were making a sound, like you were crying.

And he felt his teeth aching.

He was an arrancar, an espada! But, deep down, he was still a hollow, one that could get attracted to the living in their worst.

To be honest, you didn't have an opportunity, only opening your eyes when you felt the sharp pain in your neck, it got you out of your usual negative mind, only pain and the words "it hurts" repeating on your mind before saying it out loud, trying to force whatever was doing such a thing away from your weak form.

All your struggleswere for nothing, you couldn't even move, was this the so called sleep paralysis? No, it wasn't, you could notice after a few seconds the white clothes and the blue hair.

And your pain gave place to the fury.

"What the-?!" Oh, your words made him bite harder, his hands applying pressure to your side and your shoulder, giving him more place to do his thing, bitting more, "No, stop, I can't, what?!"

Your brain was already a mess with the fever, you didn't need this pain, this weight on you, how could a spirit or whatever he was weight so much?! Such a pressure was impossible, but that was because his reiatsu was out of control.

But Grimmjow was way too gone, your blood was as regular as any human's, but with your energy around he could only feel it like the best, the most intoxicating, the more bites the more energy that he could get, and he wanted more.

You tried to touch him, to get him away from you, but it was for nothing, then, almost pulled by the strong pain, you put both arms on something, making you both stop altogether.

You didn't knew what happened, but now you were touching him, really, for the very first time, all on your own actions.

It was great, he stopped biting you, but when you saw him you noticed that he was already seeing you.

His eyes, more black than ever, with that expression, scared you, making you move, a little bit, surrounding his shoulders, he looked more to a death person than ever now.

"Grim?" Your voice called, weak, the pressure was still there, his mind in the middle of the infinity.

Your head was pulsing, your heart too, and for a second he wanted to see how it could beat in his hands.

Maybe you were too far gone, maybe already in a state of madness due to your brain being almost cooked by the fever.

Was Grimmjow always this handsome?

Could you even think of this thing like that?

You didn't care, if your destiny was to be eaten by him then it was fine, at least you could do something that you wanted in retaliation, so you pushed him more to you, getting him more near, his expression was the same and it made you rethink your actions, what was wrong with him? You didn't care at the end, only moving a bit, testing the waters, exhaling in front of him, his face, he didn't blink, so you just moved a bit more, lips to lips, and he moved, at least for a second before returning to his catatonic state, you just did what you wanted, moving your mouth, pushing him totally to your body, he was cold but your body generated enough warmth for the both of you.

Was it possible to be horny while dyeing of fever? You weren't sure, maybe you were the strange thing, kissing a death thing in a catatonic state and feeling good about it, of the sensation of his muscles on your hands that keep roaming on his shoulders, the sensation of his strange looking hair in your damp face, sticking to you.

It wasn't the best kiss, you admitted, more than once you bumped your nose to his, your teeth making contact more often than not, you were the only one making anything while he was just there, his skin almost felt like iron, so cold and hard.

For a moment you really thought that you broke him, and the next one he was out of your reach in a second, looking at you like you were some kind of atrocity.

He looked at you, then he started to clean and whipped his mouth vehemently.

"Hey, I, no, look, I'm sorry, I don't know-" he then looked angry.

Angrier than ever.

"You stupid thing!" He made a strange sound, like a cough, but more animalistic, "what he fuck was that?! Gross!"

Okay, you understood that you were in the bad, but was that something necessary to say?

"You are lucky that I don't kill you now! I will let all those Hollows eat you instead!" He shouted so hard, your eardrums hurt like something inside of you, hearing such words from him and then seeing him opening that thing in the middle of the sky before disappearing not before giving you a terrible final look.

Once the thing was gone with him, you heard a roar that you never heard in your life before, Grimmjow left you there, weak, with a horrible wound on the neck and blood flowing from it and with Hollows in your door, not caring enough to explain to you what was reiatsu and also the tiny detail that apparently now you had some.

And the next that you saw was a big hand appearing on your window.

At the other end of the Garganta and back to Hueco Mundo, Grimmjow was still trying to clean his mouth, his hierro covered him from your touch but it was still gross to even think of what you did? What the hell was that to begin with? Was it something that humans did? He didn't care! He didn't like it!

He took a moment, walking while still trying to clean himself, his hair was also damp and he smelled like you, more than ever, just when he hated you in that very same moment.

"What is that?" oh, great, just when things couldn't get worse, Nelliel was there, near, he was so focused on cleaning himself that he didn't sense her near or approaching.

He didn't want to deal with her, not now, not ever if possible.

"Did you eat a human?" Her expression is that of horror, and her words alone make him create a image on his mind that he didn't want.

There is you, blood all over, death, Hollows eating your soul.

"No, I didn't!" He shouts, at least half desert have heard his words, his unfocused eyes and sharp teeth showing in a silent warning to the female who looks at him without believing his words.

"You smell like blood, human blood" and she keeps at it.

Human blood, it smelled like that, it smelled like you, and his mind is a mess.

"Well, I did bite someone, you happy?" He just wanted to get to his room, sleep to the next human century or whatever.

"Absolutely no, that person could die!" Then Nelliel, with that freaking speed of hers, got to where he was now, "you smell of other hollows and something way too catching, what happened? Did you left someone with a wound near hollows? That's way too dangerous, was it Ichigo?!"

He had enough, so he just slammed his door on her face and heard her protest that prolonged for a few minutes before she was gone, taking place on his big bed with all his pillows around, trying to get some sleep for once because he was looking out for you for all the time that your sickness, like you called it, was present.

He tossed around, moving his pillows around to his comfort, and he then noticed one that he took from your place, one that you were still looking around.

He looked at the thing, he wasn't sure for how long, and then he just got out of Las Noches y Hueco Mundo to appear on your house, he expected some movement of Hollows here and there, maybe a fight between them for seeing which one got to take a taste of you first.

But what he found was that your house, the one in which he was a king for once (where you and he spent so much time around and together, but he was never going to say out loud or even recognize by himself), was totally destroyed, fire around, humans running wild and shouting, some kind of red thing that made way too much sounds appearing, two Menos Grande roaming around with little Hollows around, you nowhere to be found but the strange energy around, the smell of you in the air so strong, like you were scared to death.

He wasn't sure of what kind of expression he had at that moment, but he used Sonido as his first option to get there, he killed the two Menos Grande with his Sonido, his landing scared more the humans that couldn't see him and believed that it was another explosion.

He looked around, his eyes searching for anything that looked remotely like you, damnit, why humans looked so similar one of the other?!

Where exactly where you?

"Oi!" He was starting to feel angered, he was even calling you for one of the many names that he put you, you were supposed to appear in front of him at the first call!

He called out again, this time with your name, he keeps looking around, there is fire everywhere, humans looking to the site of the fire, now there is water too, he kept calling but there was nothing, not a response, not you appearing or telling him that you are going his way and for him to lower his voice.

Where the hell where you?!

And then he looked at one of those metal moving things, and then he felt reiatsu, one that was practically a joke, and he found you there, on a moving bed, he started to move to where you were, many questions inside.

"What the hell happened?! I was gone for only a few minutes! And how come that you now have reiatsu, since when?!" He was shouting, just walking to you, believing that you could hear him, "Answer something, you idiot!-" and then his words stopped, he smelled your blood, saw the bandages on you body, more injuries that he didn't cause, two guys took you inside the metal thing and closed the door, "Oi, what the hell?"

And then the thing was going away, you inside, wounded, bleeding, unconscious, going to who knows where.

Hatred.

Deep hate and anger bloomed inside of him, emanating from his own hollow and his mask, his reiatsu was wild, the remaining Hollows trying to escape even when they would be the first ones to feel his anger before he hunted down that thing that took you away.

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MARGARITA + Grimmjow 🩵

The royal pet.

Starring: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; mention to Aizen Sosuke;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, language, slight degradation kink, oral sex (Grimmjow!receiving), vaginal fingering, lingerie kink, playful face-slapping, cum swallowing, hair pulling, the reader is Aizen’s daughter, secret affair, dirty talk;

Plot: The thrill of going behind your father’s back and letting loose had always been enticing to you. Spitting on Aizen Sosuke’s rules by letting the Sexta Espada turn you into his personal plaything was absolutely enthralling. At the end of a particularly intense meeting, you found your way to Grimmjow’s quarters and helped him take his frustration out on you: the very person who resembled Lord Aizen.

Drink chosen: MARGARITA (blow job, cum swallowing, lingerie kink, vaginal fingering, playful face-slapping);

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"On your fucking knees" Grimmjow growled, slamming the door of his quarters close behind him. The playful smirk gracing your glossy lips only widened, when you noticed the way his jaw clenched in annoyance, hands already working on the sash of his hakama to get rid of his pants.

He was beyond furious.

You knew the reason why wrath flashed in his gorgeous, piercing blue eyes. Earlier, when your father had publicly humbled him, flexing his immense reiatsu at the presence of the whole team of the Espada working for him, you were there too. Actually, you were standing right at your father's side, witnessing to the scene impassibly, albeit you were squeezing your thighs together underneath the white gown of your pristine uniform. You already knew what was going to happen once that farce ended. You could see the thirst for revenge in Grimmjow’s feral gaze, when your eyes had met for a split second. It was clear to see: Grimmjow knew he could do nothing against your father, therefore he had opted for playing with his precious daughter to get back at him.

He vividly remembered the day his Lord had introduced you to his flunkies. Grimmjow had never been the type to pay attention during meetings, sitting comfortably on the chair and staring at the void sounded better than listening to Aizen’s rambling speeches, most of the times. The formality that shinigami had always attempted to make the Arrancars accostumed to had nauseated Grimmjow to no end for months. Not easy to tame, he minded his own business, simply going straight for the kill when he heard Aizen needed someone to be eradicated from the world.

Still, hearing Aizen calling that pretty girl standing next to him ‘my daughter, your princess’, had made the tables turn pretty fast. Looking at your face, he could see some of your father’s traits, unequivocally confirming you shared his blood. Having you would have granted him a chance to get even with that bastard. Not even a week later, he was rutting into you in his bedroom.

Lord Aizen did not know about your affair and he was far from imagining what you were doing now, climbing off of the bed in that lacy blue lingerie that Grimmjow loved to tear off of your body. After all, you had mastered your ability to hide your reiatsu and, just like your father, you displayed lofty disdain in public appearence. No one would have ever believed you let the Sexta Espada ravage you every night.

“Someone is upset, I see” you said, stopping right in front of Grimmjow with a smug grin plastered on your face.

He clenched his jaw, blue eyes sizing you up hungrily “Cut the crap and open that stupid mouth of yours” he hissed through gritted teeth, before slapping you playfully across your cheek.

You huffed, rolling your eyes, tongue darting out of your mouth to moisten your lips. Apparently, he was in no mood to waste precious time. You got the hint of it, when moments after kneeling in front of him, his hand unceremoniously grasped a fistful of your hair and tugged at it. You shot him an annoyed glare, lips parting as he slapped the riddiah tip of his cock over your tongue. Warmth, that warmth he had been yearning for was finally tickling the sensitive skin of his cock. The sensation obnubilated his senses, a guttural groan of satisfaction reverberating through the walls of his bedroom.

Your tsked, sloppily kissing the mushroom head to lubricate it, before finally dipping your head forwards to envelop almost halfway through. Grimmjow wanted more. He demanded more from you; a princess had to skilled, right?

“Fuck— Go at it, come on. At least, you stopped yapping. You are just like that son of a bitch, y’know? So lucky, you’re so lucky you are prettier” Grimmjow ranted, lolling his head back as you began to suck him off diligently, tongue teasingly running on the prominent vein on the underside of his cock.

He grunted, screwing his eyes shut at this. Your vision was partially blurry, tears threatening to spill down from the angles of your eyes for the efforts. No matter how many times you had given him oral, you would have never grown accostumed to his rough pace and size. He perfectly knew you struggled, the gagging sounds you emitted had clearly never gone unnoticed by the cocky man currently face-fucking you.

However, you deep down knew why he never showed mercy towards you. It was all thanks to the blood in your veins, naturally. No one who shared Sosuke’s last name should have ever being showed empathy to.

The moment he twitched into your mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, you were granted the chance to breathe for he finally pulled out of your mouth. Saliva dribbled down your chin, a string connecting your lips to his cock, bumping onto your nose to still remind you that it could invade your throat at any minute. Classic Grimmjow with his devious ideas.

His fingers still tangled through your head yanked you up, tossing onto his bed. Falling face first onto the mattress, you attempted to roll onto your back to lock eyes with him. Grimmjow, on the other hand, pinned you back down. His fingers skimmed down your body, tugging at the fabric of your panties to push them to the side. Puffy labia glistening in arousal, he chuckled darkly at the sight of your heat.

“Fucking Hell, that’s so gross, princess. Getting turned on by being manhandled… That’s sick. — he gruffly said, before he slided his forefinger into you, the squelching noise music to his ears — Slut, you like it, hm? Degraded by your father’s underling, as if you were a cheap whore” he mocked you and the way you shrieked onto the bed, strained moans leaving your lips like a mantra.

“Shut up already!” you protested, brows furrowing, when he added another fingers and deftly curled them into you.

Blinded by lust and pleasure, you gasped and gripped the sheets at your sides to brace yourself. No, you were not going to last long if he perseverated in ferociously stimulating that spongy spot into you. The blissful torture did not last long. No, it did not, because Grimmjow did not believe you derseved to be properly pampered for your hard work, or for risking your own neck to let him ravage you in your father’s castle.

Pulling his fingers out of your welcoming hole, the Espada rolled you over your back. Panting, you shot him a questining look, only for him to grin from ear to ear and climb onto the bed. Hand wrapped around his cock, he began to jerk off with his knees at the sides of your head.

“Sorry, babe, but I ain’t got time for fucking you. You’ll have to drink up… Yeah, open wide Aizen Y/N” he rasped out, your nails digging onto his thighs as you closed your eyes and awaited.

Loyal, royal pet, you swallowed down the hot semen spurting directly from the Espada’s cock, tasting the sour liquid as if it was an act of service. Learning to love Grimmjow had come along with disobeying your father’s rules and pretending nothing went on between the walls of Las Noches.

Dressing back up, you made sure to join your father for dinner, greeting him with a kiss on his cheek and a benevolent smile crossing your sinful lips all the times. Those lips, you had kissed your father’s cheeck with the same impure lips that had been stained by his stupid Espada’s cum. How disrespectful you were

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! Another one-shot for the event has been completed! The Nanami one is going to follow suit in the next few days. Thank you so much for your support!

Until next,

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— ] Your arranged husband is quite possessive over you.

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