#coyote starrk x y/n

[my0vershareworld]

𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕? 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕!

Pairing: Coyote Starrk x G/N Human reader, Lilynette Gingerbuck x G/N human reader (both platonic)

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons, Platonic friendship.

CW: None

Requested by anon: Can you do headcanons for having starkk and lilynette as friends please 😌

A/N: OMG..MORE REQUEST?? yes babe

Coyote Starrk

he's alone most of his life before he have Lilynette. but he really is still alone and wanted to have other friend. then you came into his life.

he really don't know how to properly treat a human since he never have any human friend and his only friend is Lilynette. and Lilynette is an arrancar.

but don't worry he will literally do anything you say. except if is too much work for him to do.

you will always find him smiling whenever you are with him. he really adores him and your friendship.

he never wanted to lose you EVER. you're the thing he will protect with his life. he really care for you he really do. and he will do anything to keep you safe

he sometimes wanted to take you flying to the skies with him but he's scared of dropping you and die in front of him. so he won't do that.

if you ask him too he would be very hesitant to do so and will probably grip onto you as he's flying with you.

he probably sleep at your house one time while he was laying on the bed.

and he probably watch you sleep sometimes when he got nothing to do. and will fall asleep on the floor because he got tired. you probably woke up and almost or did step on him..on accident.

Lilynette Gingerbuck

she's loud. very loud. she will greet you with a surprise attack (a kick basically) whenever you are on her sight. and she probably make you bleed one time and Lilynette stop doing that surprise attack for like a months. the next time she do it, it would be more softer.

she's literally the one who drag starrk with her so both of them can see and talk to you.

she LOVES and ADORES you with her whole heart and she will beat anybody ass that dare to talk shit about you for ONE bit. one word and she's beating some ass

she love talking to Starrk and telling him she's your favorite friend. and Starrk barely listen because he don't care, he have friend and that's enough for him.

she will ALWAYS and I mean ALWAYS talk about how Hueco Mundo is and how there's so many annoying people there. if you're with her you will mostly hear her ramble about stuff that happened at Hueco Mundo.

she probably tried and take you to Hueco Mundo once but Starrk told her to not do it because it's dangerous and there's a very high chance they will both lose you. and she don't want that so she stopped and never do it again no matter if you asked her to do it.

she's the one who told Starrk to watch over you while you're sleeping so you can stay safe. even though she just wanted to get Starrk to do something else other than sleeping (but she still wanted you safe from any danger though so she will probably stay with Starrk too)

[satsugacafe]

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 | (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 2)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Kuchiki Byakuya, Hitsugaya Toshiro, Shuhei Hisagi, Aizen Sosuke, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Coyote Starrk

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Part 1 | Part 3

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

◈ Kuchiki Byakuya — Subtle Gentleman Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა You have his entire heart and soul the moment he decides to pursue you. There’s no such thing as doubt when it comes to his affections, he is secure with his feelings towards you and will accept no criticism.

˚₊‧꒰ა He will gift you poems he personally stayed up all night writing because you’re the only person worth losing sleep over. His gestures and signs of affection will be subtle but meaningful, and he always prefers to present his gifts to you in person to observe your reactions.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Allow me to assist you. It would be my honour.” The door opened, chairs pulled out, carpet rolled, an arm out for you to take—you name it and Byakuya will see to it that it is possible. His gestures will reflect his elegant and noble upbringing. He might present you with a beautifully arranged bouquet or a new kimono made from the finest cloth.

˚₊‧꒰ა Never speaks about your relationship with others, it remains private. What transpires between you two is your business, so you will never have to hear rumours or whispers floating around. It is one of his many ways of displaying his protectiveness.

˚₊‧꒰ა When it comes to verbally expressing his love, there’s no denying that his words are raw and filled with passion and devotion. You were his everything and the centre of his life. He prefers to express them during private moments when you are invited to his estate and having tea or lunch. “You are important to me. I hope you know that.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Prefers to keep his duties as a shinigami private, not wanting to worry you with his activities that nearly cost him his life or rendered him immobile. The look on your face when you worry or tear up is something Byakuya doesn’t like at all. He believes tears or worry should never be of your concern, you should be happy and smiling always.

˚₊‧꒰ა To Byakuya, if someone were to let him know that he was a simp, he would simply shake his head, denying the terms and claiming that he was merely doing what anyone should when in love with another. Probably one of the rare times he has openly expressed his emotions.

◈ Hitsugaya Toshiro — Tsundere Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა Even with his tsundere personality, he’s mature and it shows in how he cares for you in subtle ways. He might bring you lunch because he enjoys your company but doesn’t want to outrightly say it, so he would probably resort to a lie. “It’s not like I care or anything, but I noticed you forgot your lunch, so I brought you something.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Get flustered when Matsumoto brings up his feelings, whether you’re around or not. Often, he can be found stammering and blushing like crazy, threatening to turn the entire division into an icy tundra if she didn’t shut up.

˚₊‧꒰ა Protective yet constantly in denial but downplaying his actions. “Stay behind me. It’s not because I’m worried about you, it’s just my job.” Yeah, sure right. That’s his famous excuse anytime he doesn’t want to get busted, or he did get busted.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you were ever in the same room with him, he would S T A R E at you from across the room once you weren’t aware, and if Matsumoto noticed and called him out, the entire room becomes an icy blizzard. If there’s a window, he might jump out instead.

˚₊‧꒰ა Ah yes, the jealous little icicle doesn’t appreciate when you talk about the time or activity you do with others. The entire time he’s wondering if to pay that person a visit and turn them into a popsicle. Instead, he grumbles, “Why are you spending so much time with them? That’s distracting.” As if spending time with him won’t be the same…

˚₊‧꒰ა Receive his sweet acts of kindness with a teaspoon of grumpiness to hide his embarrassment. Would offer you something and look away to hide his blush. If you tease him, he will mutter about not getting the wrong idea. At the same time, he will dish out compliments with a side of teasing to mask his softness.

◈ Shuhei Hisagi — Shy Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა If ever you need someone to spend some quality time with in peace, Hisagi is your guy. With him, the quietness isn’t awkward at all since it prevents him from saying or doing anything awkward yet enjoying your presence.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s a bit shy and humble about his feelings, often downplaying his actions and blushing when complimented. He’ll dart his eyes around, looking anywhere but you as the redness in his face grows intensely. “It’s nothing, really. I just wanted to help.”

˚₊‧꒰ა As shy as Hisagi is, he is undeniably supportive and encouraging. Quiet yet meaningful words of encouragement, never letting anyone else say otherwise and will stand up for you. The sweetest cheerleader ever.

˚₊‧꒰ა You get the opportunity to be first in line when listening to him play his newest pieces. He would hesitate to ask if you wanted to listen, but the gleam of excitement in your eyes would melt away his fear. He would happily sit for hours playing his guitar for you.

˚₊‧꒰ა He thinks about you quite often and makes the effort to spend time with you during his breaks, be it lunch, having tea, sparring with you, or even walking you back to your room. You would also receive a few tokens from him aside from a new song, like a new obi of your favourite colour.

˚₊‧꒰ა He goes weak when you make the first move to hold his hand or trace his tattoos. Any form of physical affection makes his knees buckle, and to make it even better, call him by a nickname you made for your personal use.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s so caring and sweet, such a cutie pie. Always looking out for your safety and well-being. If you’re scared of the dark, he won’t make fun. If you prefer your food to be a certain temperature, he’ll understand. If you have allergies, say no more.

◈ Aizen Sosuke — Manipulative and Obsessive Simp (obvious ain’t it)

˚₊‧꒰ა This man gives such a yandere aura when it comes to how obsessed he is with you and will rarely overtly act as a ‘simp’ in the traditional sense, instead positioning himself as a figure who is ‘above’ such displays, all the while secretly swooning over you.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s always watching—not in a creepy stalkerish vibes—and carefully studying you, making mental notes. If you catch him staring, he’ll give you this bemused smile as though you’re missing the obvious.

˚₊‧꒰ა It feels as though he’s always hypnotising you each time he speaks—he’s not even purposefully doing so, it’s just Aizen, a natural at swooning anyone with his voice and charm. His words always ensnare your thoughts and sometimes hold an unsettling level of devotion. “You intrigue me, more than anyone I’ve ever met. I find it difficult to pull away from you. Not that I want to.”

˚₊‧꒰ა “Interesting I find you here on one of my evening walks. Perhaps share this time with me?” As if he didn’t coincidentally plan the encounter, and the majority of the others, to pass them off as accidents. Nothing is random with this man.

˚₊‧꒰ა Listen, this man lives to make you flustered and then act smug about it—he knows what he’s doing. Like what is the reason for standing chest to chest, hand cupping your chin, tilting your head upwards to meet his eyes, lips inches apart, just to tell you, “I’ll be heading out today, be safe.” (so we weren’t going to kiss ⚆_⚆)

˚₊‧꒰ა If you show any form of affection or interest in him, he’d pretend to be nonchalant, but his mind is racing with a thousand schemes to deepen the connection and ensure that you never stray. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. After all, I have a way of making people see things my way. But it is nice to be noticed in such a way.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Please, don’t go talking to another person and showing interest or letting them show interest (for the sake of that person). His jealousy is SO subtle but unnerving. You could feel the lasers from his eyes melting that person a thousand times over—it’s impossible to miss.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You belong with me, don’t you? I’ve always known it.” You are a part of his plan as his equal. It’s one of his ways of ensuring that you are well-protected and looked after. As twisted as his feelings might be, he has the obsessive need to have you by his side.

◈ Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez — Aggressively Seductive Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s aggressive from start to end with his compliments and actions, but they’re seductive. He’ll mess up your hair, lightly push you around/manhandle to show his affections. “You’re tougher than you look. I like that.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Tends to come off as emotionally constipated because in a way he is. Knows that he’s interested in you but isn’t one for those things humans call love and doesn’t know how to properly express it. He does have his unexpected softness, like giving you a coat or blanket if you’re cold. “Here, take this. It’s not like I care or anything.”

˚₊‧꒰ა His concerns come off as aggressive but toned down. “Don’t hurt yourself brat!” “Are you crazy? Do you have a death wish or something?” “If you touch me, I’ll fight you!” “Let’s fight to see who’s stronger!” That last one was only because he wanted to be close to you.

˚₊‧꒰ა He bites. He bites but will purr if you stroke his hair and then jerks away because you caught him slipping. Silently judges but loves the attention he receives.

˚₊‧꒰ა Loves to stand behind you and whisper in your ear with his deep ass voice but holds you by your waist so you can’t escape his grasp. He gets off on watching as you shiver. The compliments are worth making your knees buckle because they aren’t for the faint–hearted. “I don’t do this for just anyone, so consider yourself special.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Loves to admire you in your attire and asks you to do a twirl so he can see every inch of you. Grimmjow will also place his hands on your waist and make you face the mirror to stare at your beauty. Bites and licks his lips when he looks you up and down.

˚₊‧꒰ა Grimmjow’s eyes are always locked on your figure no matter where you are. You can feel his eyes roaming your body—he likes to say it’s for protection reasons. Hates to admit the truth whenever he's called out, but he’s also a jealous kitty—ready to fight any and everyone.

˚₊‧꒰ა Goes to find you every time he leaves for a mission and when he returns, he holds you close and breathes in your scent. He’ll bury his nose into your hair and press your body close to his, murmuring about how he missed your smell and you’re his.

◈ Coyote Starrk — Laid-back Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა His form of affection would be so relaxed and casual—there’s no need for him to rush or display his interest in any grand forms of affection. A pat on your head, a gentle arm around your waist or him resting his chin on your head, as he pulls you in close.

˚₊‧꒰ა Cherishes you and your company once he realised that you weren’t vaporising anytime you stood beside him and often invites you to join him for a nap or to relax. He likes the warmth you bring. “It’s nice having you around. Makes things less…lonely.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Would keep you safe from any hollows and the other Arrancar who decided to harm you. Not wanting to get into any conflicts, but only because you were important to him, he would get serious.

˚₊‧꒰ა Starrk has a way of giving you…unenthusiastic compliments though they mean well and are sincere. It’s just that his tone of delivery is nonchalant and his expression mimics boredom, however his eyes are soft.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s not one to hover, preferring his silence and alone time, yet he always lets you know that if you ever need him, don’t hesitate to come find him and let him know. He’s always around.

˚₊‧꒰ა You have to deal with Lilinette too often whenever you’re around him. The constant teasing and poking about how soft Starrk was, or how you had him wrapped around your finger, earned her a scolding from him. She enjoys setting you two up in awkward situations just to get a laugh out of it.

˚₊‧꒰ა Occasionally, you will see his seriousness making an appearance. Mostly after a near confrontation with another hollow and you almost being severely wounded, or an argument, he would express his care and concern. “I may not show it often, but I care about you.”

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arrancars reacting to you kissing them for the first time

listed: grimmjow jaegerjaquez, ulquiorra cifer, coyote starrk, tier harribel, nelliel tu odelschwanck, di roy rinker, cyan sung-sun, emilou apacci, franceska mila rose and szayelaporro granz

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

his first thought is that you are incredibly bold to put yourself anywhere near his mouth.

though, it also runs through his mind that maybe you are trying to eat him.

however the second your lips find his, he’s confused and oddly enamored by it. he will not know how to kiss you at first. you will absolutely have to teach him how it works and he WILL get addicted to the way your mouth feels on his.

you’ve created that monster, now deal with the consequences.

he’s a bit bitey, so be prepared for that, but he’s actually quite loving when he kisses you. he pours all the emotions that he has a difficult time voicing into that one bit of physical contact. plus, he just really likes how warm you feel against him.

he becomes eerily good at it, too. he knows all the ways to fluster you and he'll make sure to do it every time so he can tease you about how easily you fluster under his attention.

feel free to kiss him anywhere at anytime. he will drop everything he is doing to kiss you back, and then grin wide when he pulls back, his thumb running across your bottom lip while he leans close to you. (may i mention that he would get quite touchy-feely?)

“give me another?”

Ulquiorra Cifer

much like grimmjow, he thinks you’re brave for coming near a hollows mouth, but unlike grimmjow, he initially thinks you are… not smart for it.

he doesn’t know how human affection (or affection at all) works, cut him some slack here.

he will awkwardly stand there stone-faced until you lean back. then he will question the hell out of you to try and figure out why you just did that and why he liked it.

he’s a very good learner, so he’ll pick up on it fast. he can and will catch you off guard the first time he initiates a kiss. you’re mid-conversation with someone else when he walks by, stops to press a chaste kiss to your lips, and then continues on with his day like nothing happened.

it’s safe to say that he has no shame and does not care for people seeing brief displays of affection. you are his, yes? they should know.

brace yourself for when he nonchalantly tells you he likes how your lips taste. he has no tact. and then he'll be confused as to why it flusters you so.

though, he does become oddly quiet after you kiss him. he has a hard time finding the words to tell you how it makes him feel. he's just a little flustered.

Coyote Starrk

he is… confused to say the least.

you laid one on him while he was about to take a nap before rolling over to take one of your own.

suddenly he is very awake and very perplexed as to why his chest feels so tight all of the sudden. he lays there until you wake up, watching as your chest rises and falls with your unconscious breaths.

the second you’re up he wants to know why you did that. he wants to know what that means. much like ulquiorra’s curiosity but much less monotone. rather, the poor guy looks like he may cry (out of happiness, i promise).

he was alone for a long, long time, and he still struggles with that lonely feeling, so to know that you did that to show your affection for him… it fills whatever replacement he has for a heart with joy.

he wants you to kiss him all the time now. he can’t sleep without it. he takes to kissing across your knuckles while you tell him about your day, and when you return that love with a little peck to his lips, he offers you a fond smile and asks you to lay down with him.

expect lots of sleepy kisses while he's settling down for a nap with you bundled up in his arms.

Tier Harribel

she is much more collected than the boys have been.

she blinks slowly at you; confused and yet intrigued by what that meant.

tier is used to forms of affection from tres bestias, but never this (consider a poly, mayhaps). it is needless to say that it fascinates her a bit...

but also... she adores that look on your face as you leaned in to kiss her.

if you catch her in her natural state, she is ever so thankful for the presence of her mask on the lower half of her face. her cheeks turn a darling shade of red when your lips hit the teeth of her mask. if you've caught her in her resurrección, you're blessed with getting to see that blush. she tries to ignore the way she can feel her face grow warm.

regardless of her initial fluster, she will want to return that kiss. imagine sharing soft kisses with her when no one else is around, her hands carefully cupping your face as she brushes her lips across yours.

she can't think of anything better than being here, enveloped in your arms and watching you squirm under her affections.

Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck

oh boy does she squeal.

she is immediately enamored.

"aww, y/n! do it again! do it again!"

she crushes you into a hug and then covers your face in kisses, giggling the whole time.

she hasn't been kissed before, either, but she knows that whatever you just did to her made her feel incredibly happy and she demands to have more of it.

you can expect a ton of kisses from her constantly now. it doesn't matter where you are, who is around, or what you're doing; nel will bounce right over to you and lay a big kiss on your lips. or all over your face. either works.

she thinks every inch of you is stunning and will show you that by kissing all of you. she wants you to feel loved and appreciated, so you will get lots of this. especially if you are feeling down.

also, she'll scoop you up while in her resurrección, arms wound tight around your waist while she trots around and kisses you with loud "pop!"s.

Di Roy Rinker

this boy turns red.

his entire face. all of it. and then down his neck to his shoulders and chest.

he stammers for some kind of response, his one visible eye blown wide. you'd just put your mouth with his! don't you know that's dangerous for hollows? he can't believe that you did something so daring but...

he's absolutely overjoyed. he looks at you with the softest expression he's ever wore. and he looks at you like that all day. you'd really done something like that because you loved him, huh? done something so vulnerable just because you wanted to show him some affection.

he's too bashful to directly ask for another kiss for a while; trying to play a little bit of his "tough guy" act and make it seem like he didn't like it as much as he did. he doesn't need to know that you can see right through that.

however, after a few days of being unable to sleep well and staring blankly at the ceiling, remembering the feeling of your lips against his, he'll cave. he'll come to you, hands fidgeting in front of him, and ask ever-so-sweetly for you to give him another.

he'll turn that same shade of red every time you kiss him, but he can't bring himself to be embarrassed about it.

Cyan Sung-Sun

she finds it adorable.

you pulled her arm down and away from her face just to get a quick peck in before putting everything back in its spot.

her eyebrow slowly arches and you can see the smugness reach her eyes.

while she doesn't really understand the meaning, she can see every ounce of how flustered you are and therefore must tease you for such. she thinks that embarrassed little look on your face is very, very cute.

"aw, are you nervous, y/n? that was so sweet~"

prepare yourself for her sneaking up on you to give you kisses now. like i said, she absolutely adores that look on your face and wants to see you turn all red for her.

she'll wait until no one is looking to lower her arm and lean over to give you a kiss or two. then she'll chuckle quietly to herself as you stammer and turn your head away.

if she's feeling especially playful, she'll hook her hand under your chin and make you turn your head back to her again so she can kiss you just a little more.

you are at her mercy with this one.

Emilou Apacci

she flusters immediately.

but of course, she tries to save her pride by smacking a hand over her mouth and demanding to know what you were thinking.

her eyes are absolutely huge and you can see the blush creeping up and across her face.

once you've explained it to her, she'll (very poorly) retain that attitude with a little "oh." she doesn't want to admit that she liked how soft you felt.

nonetheless, eventually she will cave. unlike di roy's shy request for more, she will demand it out of you; arms crossed and lips pressed into a pout. however a kiss will wipe that pout right away and you'll get a smile from her. especially if you start kissing her face in rapid succession.

"okay! enough, enough!"

while she giggles and holds onto your arms.

those kisses will bring her out of a foul mood near immediately; any stressor long forgotten.

she's an absolute sucker for you.

Franceska Mila Rose

quite like sung-sun, she finds it very cute.

she can tell just from how you're acting that it means a lot to you, whatever it was.

she doesn't overreact or anything of the sort, but if you were to look at her ears, you'd see the tip of them turn red. plus, she smiles so sweetly at you for it that it makes it well worthwile.

she'll ask you to teach her how so she can reciprocate your affections.

she's one to kiss you randomly no matter who is around and looking, too. she doesn't care if someone sees or points it out. what's wrong with her loving on her partner?

she loves when you kiss other parts of her, too. she's very proud of all the muscle she's built herself to have, so when you press feather-light kisses to her arms, she can't help but to puff her chest out in pride.

she's pretty touchy in general. she always has one arm slung around you, whether it's your waist or your shoulders. kisses just add more onto that. she wants you to feel loved and appreciated in the same way that you make her feel.

Szayelaporro Granz

to say he's interested is an understatement.

congratulations, you've just unlocked yourself hours of explaining physical affection to him; the whys, hows and what ifs.

he wants to know any and everything about it. and then he wants you to teach him how to do it. all the ways to do it.

he tries anything he can think of to see how you'll react. you're going to have to tell him that he cannot just shove his tongue into a kiss immediately. teach that man some sense of humility, for the love of all things holy.

he feels like he's won a prize whenever he figures out something new that flusters you. he likes it best when he can pull you close to him (in his lap preferably) and run his fingers under your chin, so you have to tilt your head to meet his eyes. he'll tease you immensely for all of it.

he'll treat it like an experiment sometimes, but other times you can just tell that he wants to get a rise out of you. if you look deep enough into his expression and intent, you'll find that he likes the kisses just as much as you do in a more affectionate way than his teases.

how absolutely precious of you to want to touch him so.

[brittscafe]

Kinktober Day 15

Kinktober Day 15: Riding, Coyote Starrk x female reader.

There is nothing more than Coyote Starrk likes to do than letting you ride him. The way he can just watch you do all the work, arms crossed behind his head and eyes heavy.

A soft moan leaves your lips as you sink down onto Coyote's thick cock. He hums quietly and gazes up at you, a smirk tugging on his face.

You place your hands on his lower stomach, stabling yourself as you start to roll your hips back and forth. Coyote lets out a deep chuckle and places one of his arm behind his head, propping it up.

You clench around Coyote's cock and he groans heavily, knitting his eyebrows together.

"Ah, damn it, y/n," Coyote mumbles out, reaching up and running his hand over his face.

"What? Don't you like the way I make you feel?" you ask curiously, a devilish smirk forming on your face. You glance down at Coyote's cock sinks down into you and brush your hand up his chest.

The way your fingers sink down into his sensitive skin and he lets out a shaky breath.

"Of course I do, my doll," Coyote comments as you lean over his chest, pressing your body against his. You chuckle quietly and place your finger underneath his jaw, tilting his head up.

You press your lips against Coyote's, rocking your hips forward once again. He groans against yours lips and his hand travels down from your hip, to your ass.

He squeezes your flesh and opens his lips, your tongue sliding over his bottom lip. Coyote's cock twitches inside your stuffed pussy and he grunts.

Suddenly Coyote rocks his hips up, thrusting his cock deep so deep inside of you, you can feel it in your stomach. You whimper into his mouth as his cock hits that sweet spot inside of you.

"I love you," Coyote whispers, pulling away from your soft kiss. You smile warmly and rest your forehead against his. The jolts of pleasure pulsing through both of your bodies, makes the room fill with sounds of groans and moans from the two of you.

"I love you more," your voice lulls out, panting heavily.

Coyote enjoys the sound of your desperate moans, building up to your climax. You feel the tension in your lower stomach suddenly spread like heat wave throughout your body and you cry out in pleasure.

Your cum leaks out from your hole, seeping down onto your thighs and onto the base of Coyote's hairy base of his cock. He extends a long groan, his eyelids heavy and sleepy.

His body shudders and his cock spasms inside of you, filling you up with his warm cum. A couple of seconds pass, allowing the both of you to catch your breath.

He slides out, whimpering as his cock is still sensitive and sightly throbbing.

Coyote wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his side, your bare chest pressing against his. His eyes never leave yours, reaching out and caressing your face ever so gently.

He loves sharing these intimate moments with you where the touches ares ginger and soft.

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[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."

[danddymaro]

Lonley | Coyote Starrk x Reader

nothing wild

comfort

Reader is a shinigami // Set during the White Invasion

Word Count : 254

Lonley

The shinigami kept her (e/c) colored eyes on the fallen Espada as he was left to perish. She stayed, interested as she watched him.

There was something about him as a whole, something she couldn't quite place, but found far too intriguing to simply let die.

The seldom in his eyes was apparent, even while he had mocked her captain.

The low tone of his voice was relaxed and soft, yet somehow sullen in a sense, and it allured her because she'd always been drawn to beings like him.

'His eyes... His voice...' she inwardly mused as she continued to approach him,

'It's all been so...captivating,' she thought with uncertainty, unable to really define what it was that made him so intriguing.

‘- But not any more than the way you panicked,' she thought with a heavy heart as she had witnessed what silence had succumbed him to.

'You're lonely right now, right?' she thought while not stopping, continuing to step towards the lone wolf.

Her Captain made no attempt to stop her, but instead spared her one last glance that urged her to be quick, to do what she needed to, to stay in plan.

Cautiously, she moved, hand reaching down to his chest, fingers daftly moving up to his neck before she grazed her palm over his cheek. Meanwhile, (E/c) colored eyes tenderly gazed into his tired, crystal-colored eyes.

"You seemed Lonely," she softly mused, and in response, his blue eyes softened down, and gently, a little smile graced his sullen features.

[odelschwanky]

Don’t Leave (Coyote Starrk x Female Reader)

Word Count: 4055

**SMUT**

You sat there looking out at the desolate black of Hueco Mundo. The sand was so pretty, how it danced like gray glitter on the whispering wind.  The sky was deep, the clouds moved ever so slowly, and the horizon was just a thin line that you couldn't even decipher. Your hair stirred in the wind, only slightly, as you sulked and stared out at the only place you've ever known.

"Why are you out?"

You turned slowly to see him, and your heart jumped. You smiled softly as you admired the way his chestnut tinted hair swayed, grazing his shoulders. His silver eyes narrowed at you, and he appeared slightly concerned. It wasn't like him to show much emotion. You could see the slight furrow in his brow and the softening of his frown. He was worried about you, even though he wouldn't admit it. You could just tell.

"I wanted to look," you say quietly, turning back to the empty world that matched your heart. You didn't get to see the outside very often, for you were always deep inside the fortress of Las Noches. You were always inside that room. How were you an Espada, one of the most powerful beings in Hueco Mundo, yet so tamed and broken? You never understood it, but that's all you ever knew.

"It never changes, (y/n)."

He comes to your side, not quite standing shoulder to shoulder. You could still feel his pressure next to you. It was... overwhelming. He was always so intense. That intensity made you feel safe.

"I know," you reply because there wasn't any purpose in arguing. It did change. The wind was blowing Northeast today. Well, this time. You couldn't keep track of the days here. All you ever saw was the perpetual night. The only indication to the time was the slow and lonely cycle through full and empty that the moon traversed between. This time it was almost full.

He waited outside with you generously, allowing you to drink in the gloom for a while longer. You grabbed his hand when you were finished, and he took it firmly in his. He was wearing gloves, like usual. You liked the way the leather purchased in your hand, but you liked the way his skin felt much better. You haven't touched his hand in a long while. You thought about the last time, months ago perhaps. You sighed with the longing for it as he walked you back inside.

Your footsteps brilliantly resonated throughout the long empty halls of marble, almost as loud as the silence. You decided to ask him since you didn't ask for permission today. He never liked it when you disobeyed him, but he never seemed to punish you for it.

"Can I look outside again tomorrow?" You turn to glance at him. You didn't know what he would say. You hoped he would let you.

He grunted, running his hand over his neck. You were approaching the room. You didn't want to go back in there. You desperately wanted to stay, at least in the hallway, holding his gloved hand.

"Aizen won't like that," he sighed lazily.

Aizen never liked anything you did or didn't do. Anything that had anything to do with you, Aizen was already disapproving. You didn't understand why he hated you so.

"Then again, he never likes anything." He seemed to say exactly what you were thinking. Starrk looked at the ground and takes a deep breath again. He seemed to be trying to find either an excuse to keep you in or an excuse to let you out. You couldn't tell which. You patiently looked at him in eager anticipation. You loved the passive pout he always wore on his face.

"Maybe. Be good and I'll decide later."

"Okay," you say without protest.

You arrived at the place where you've spent years, maybe more, (you didn't know). You couldn't keep track of time because your monotonous life only had a few irregularities.

He pushed open the stone door you left unbarred when you escaped. Starrk looked at you with a mixture of annoyance and reprimand. You know better than to leave, he seemed to say with his gaze. And you didn't even try to be subtle about it either.

You both enter the dark, cold room. Starrk glances at the back wall with his eyes opened only a little larger than the restricted expression he kept them in. You hoped this meant he was pleased.

"What's this?"

You had done some painting while he was away. You hadn't seen him for a few days maybe. The black ink was now dry on the canvas you had propped up. The work was taller than both of you put together and wider than that. You had finished it before you had gone outside.

"It's something I did while you were gone," you tell him. He hadn't let go of your hand yet. You didn't want him to let it go. You wish he wouldn't leave so much.

"It's a beautiful painting." He said, assessing it. He seemed unimpressed. You sank, despite his compliment.

"Do you mean that?" You inquired this, not taking your eyes off of him.

He nods.

"I painted it for you." You squeeze his hand.

Starrk smiles for the first time in a long while. Seeing it made you happy.

It was strange, what you felt for him. He kept you locked up in a prison, not allowed to see or be seen by others, but you didn't hold any contempt for him. He likened you to some kind of pet, keeping you in a kennel all day, but you knew that he was keeping you safe. He was the only person you were allowed to see. When you think of human interaction, you think of him. All of your memories are made with him. Your life revolves around him. You were okay with that.

"Why?"

You look at him, confused. "What, you don't like it?

"It's not that. I'm grateful." He turned to you, face stone, void of emotion. "Why do you do these things for me?"

It wasn't the first time you had done a generous act for him. Many times you've made art for him. You've brought him things you find in the sand of Hueco Mundo, little trinkets you'd like him to have. You've made food for him on many occasions. You gave him gifts.

"I know you have the capacity to think. Why don't you want more for yourself?"

You did want more. You wanted freedom, autonomy, liberation from this place. You wanted to see a more beautiful world, like the one Starrk told you about when he went away to fight the Soul Reapers. You wanted to be free of this horrid, horrid place but the desire was never enough to light a fire under you and cause you to pursue it. The desire to be at Starrk's side was stronger.

"I... do." You say quietly. You wanted to be more. To him.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. Did he feel guilty? Sad? Confused? Angry? You didn't want him to feel like this.

"You never wonder why, or who caused you to be this way? Or are you content with living like this?" He walked away from you, pacing about the room slowly, and deliberately.

You did wonder. You wondered about it all the time. Why you kept like bird when you had the tattoo on your front saying you were an Espada? Why didn't you have any knowledge of what you used to be? You didn't know anything except for him.

"Of course I wonder," you reply. You never raised your voice. You didn't have it in you to do it. You were making him upset, but he was breaking your heart.

"Then why don't you ever ask me what happened? Doesn't that matter to you?"

"I would like it to matter...  but it doesn't," you say.

It didn't.

Whether you knew about your past or not, nothing was going to change, was it? That's the only thing that you had faith in, was that things would be the same. "You know that, Starrk."

Starrk sighed again, shaking his head. He looked at you tentatively. He wanted to say something, but he decided against it. You could see it on his face. The single stream of light from the tall window high in the room crossed his face with an intense white glint. You could see every strand of hair glimmer, every strand of his stubbled goatee and thick brows.

"You make everything so hard."

"St- Starrk?" The tears pricked and began rolling down your face in one swift motion. He looked displeased with you. What did you do wrong?

The fury in his face wavered for only a moment when he saw you start to cry. As quickly as he faltered, he bulwarked his expression with deep-set brows, forming in a tight disapproving line.

"Don't leave again." He commanded.

Your stomach dropped as he turned to go. You reached out your hand to grab him, but you barely missed him. "What're you talking about?" You called, a lump in your throat.

"You're content with living like a helot. I can't accept that."

This comment shattered you like glass. His tone was full of disdain. He sounded like he hated you. His voice hurt you more than his words. You'd never heard him sound so angry before. Hopelessness filled you like a bubbling pit of tar, causing you to choke up on the hot, black tears.

How dare he be mad at you for that? He was the one keeping you hostage. He locked you away and treated you like a prisoner. How could he be mad at you for not doing anything about it when this was all you knew?

He walked so swiftly away from you, you couldn't bear to see him go. Who knew when he'd be back? He barred the door and was gone. "Don't leave again," you wanted to say to him. Why did he leave you? You were bound to this room with nothing in it, but you were also bound to him. Why didn't he know that?

Defeated, you drug the painting to the corner of the large, empty marble room. You wanted to burn it, but you didn't. It was for him. You still wanted him to have it.

Your bed, a heap of pillows and blankets tucked neatly between two pillars in the center of the floor, looked so inviting. You were destroyed. You just wanted to sob until he came back.

Time passed so slowly. Still, the days had passed. Over and over, the moon fell out of the line of the window, and you were left in total darkness, only for it to come back again. When the moon passed out of view for the tenth or eleventh time, you lit a few candles and placed them near your bed. You lie there, carved out and left empty. You wished another Espada would come to find you, and kill you. That would be the nicest thing they could do. You would ever be so lucky.

The door locked from the inside. You could leave. You could go look outside. You didn't. No desire came to you to disobey him. You couldn't stand yourself. Why don't you care? Why don't you have this desperate need to know your past? Why couldn't you act how he wanted you to? Independent, free-thinking, with a mind of your own.

You didn't know the answer.

You got up and went to the corner of the room, where the silent wall of water for your bathing was. It dripped down into a pool, big enough for you lie down three times over. You shed your clothes and stared at yourself in the solid, unwavering reflection. The number was branded across your chest, down your stomach extending to your hips. What did had it meant before? Why didn't you care? You didn't want to live like this anymore.

Crawling into the water, you lie down in it. Underneath the water, there was more sound than above. You could hear the blood rushing in your ears. You could hear your heartbeat. That was the only way you could even tell you were alive.

You were tempted to breathe in the water. Just to see what would happen.

Could you even drown?

It's been an unbearable time since you'd last seen Starrk. All those horrible things he said to you kept replaying in your mind. He was the only thing you had, the only one you loved. Could you even call it love?

How could you love a man who kept you in a cage?

You opened your mouth and let the water rush in. Your deep breath was a terrible one. Instant regret-filled your lungs, making them burn. Still you took another... but it was too much. Natural instict kicked in and you shot upright through the surface, coughing and sputtering. You threw up the water back in the pool. The retching combined with nausea building up in your gut was too much to take and you began to cry. The silence was broken with your childish bawling. You just wanted something, someone to stop your pain and loneliness.

You wanted Starrk to come back.

After you washed, you fumbled around in the trunk full of the clothes you owned. Most of them were elaborate, white robes with black trim that looked a little like Starrk's. You wore these as an Espada no doubt, but now you just wear them because it's all you have. You managed to find one of the less flashy items, a white shift gown made of satin. You liked to wear it when you slept.

With tears still in your eyes, you crawled into bed and let the feelings of worthlessness, hopelessness, and dread consume you. Within a few hours, you had finally wept yourself to sleep.

***

"Open the door."

You heard a firm order come from he another side. Groggily, you rubbed your eyes and sat up in a hurry. The blankets you buried yourself under had been strewn and draped all over your body. You heard the pounding again, more clearly now that you were awake.

"(y/n), open this damn door."

You throw off your cover and walk to the door, trying to wake up. Your bare feet pattering on the floor was the only noise that echoed in your hollow room.

"Did you hear me?" Starrk sounded urgent. You obeyed. It took all your strength to lift the bar on the door. You were weak, tired, sad. But you obeyed.

"(Y/n)!"

"I'm here."

The heavy stone door inched open and there you stood. Your long hair was still wet, your eyes were sunken and dark circles plagued them. You didn't look well at all. Your grief had gotten the best of you. You missed him.  You didn't smile when you saw him though. You couldn't smile. He had made you think about all of the things you hated about your life and made you realize how miserable you were. You were hurting. The look on his face let you know he could see that.

"What is it?" You ask slowly. You wanted to leap into his arms and tell him how you felt about him. You were so happy to see him, but you were so angry with yourself for feeling that way.

"Why don't you hate me?"

There was no feeling in his face. His indifferent eyes bore into you and it intimidated you. Your tears showed themselves to him and your lips parted to speak. You wanted to explain yourself but there were no words to explain how you felt.

"Because I can't."

Starrk's lips were on your in a second, and he had gathered you up in his arms. A sniffle escaped from you as you let him have your body. Starrk strode in, flawlessly multitasking between holding you in one arm and closing the door with the other, shoving the bar down with no effort at all, locking the both of you in your private world.

The only assertion you showed was the way you shoved off his clothes. Off came his jacket, then his shirt. They fell to the floor in a trail as he marched you to your bed. He laid you down, cupping your neck gently, but kissing you forcefully. The motivation in his motions was ravenous, as he tore your lips apart with his own. You had trouble keeping up. You tried to get some purchase on his back, but you couldn't find the strength to dig your nails in. Instead, you rubbed sensually on his bare skin. His bare skin...

He worked your gown off in no time at all. You couldn't feel the warmth of his touch. All you felt was leather. You seized his hands firmly and aggressively tugged both of the gloves off and forced his hands to your chest for him to grab. He eagerly obliged with a deep grunt and groped your body all over. Your heat was rising, ascending to something otherworldly. You needed him, whether you wanted to admit it or not.

He ground against your hips and you could feel him, gasping through the endless, messy kiss. His pants were hard to move, so you fumbled with them until he barked at you, removing them himself.

You said his name, softly yet desperately as he tried to enter you. It hurt, and you only clutched him tighter.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

He parted from your lips to ask this important question. You couldn't see his face much in the utter darkness of the room, but you could see his pale blue eyes. The met yours with sincerity and intensity. You nod.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Starrk reassures you. He sounded soothing, exact, intentional. He wanted you to know it was okay. You felt like it was. You weren't worried.

You heard a slight slurp as Starrk licked his finger. It slid down your front, tracing the line of your tattoo and arrived at your sex, which wasn't quite as wet as it needed to be. He gently worked its way in, moving in gentle, circular movements that caused your core to tighten. "Talk to me," he commanded. "How does it feel?"

You nodded slowly and murmured your response. "It.. feels. good," you finished with a moan as he slowly, calmly entered another finger. You reached down to feel him. The length and girth of him was much more than his fingers could imitate. You rubbed your thumb across his opening, causing him to curse. Your thumb became a little slick. You continued to handle him, feeling him twitch in your grasp. He bucked into your hand, letting you know he liked it.

"Starrk..." you began. You wanted to tell him you loved him. It wasn't the right time, but you wanted to tell him anyway.

"Yes?"

Your the rustling of the blankets was all that you could hear beyond your voices. He positioned himself at your opening again, not giving your body any time to readjust back to the tightness it was before. He replaced his fingers with himself smoothly, it was like magic. It was easier this time when he pushed his way inside you. You moaned softly as your body gave way. You couldn't formulate the words.

"That's beautiful," he said, pinching your face in his hand. "You sound... Beautiful."

The way he rocked into your body sent chills through you. He filled you up with every stroke and you tightened around him every time. He went deeper and deeper into you until you could feel his hips press into yours. You were stuffed with him, and you didn't know how much more you could take.

He knelt now, back straight up and grabbed your hips. The inside of your thighs gave in to the pressure from his thumbs and you could feel the bruises already starting to form. In and out he went, growing faster and faster. His strokes were still light, like gentle swift kisses that barely swept the surface of the skin. By now you were a mess of whines and cries, but these were not of pain. You wanted so desperately to climax. The building pressure was aching inside you and all you wanted was release. You grabbed his wrists and squeezed them, saying his name over ad over.

"Starrk...please." You begged him.

"Not yet," he huffs.

He turned you over on to your stomach, and your breath caught. A firm hand came down on your shoulder blade, pressing you down into the cushions. You grabbed onto a blanket for some kind of outlet. Your hands clutched and Starrk lay down on top of you, his heavy weight feeling like a mass of stone. His face came close to your ear, and he spoke to you quietly, deeply, as he continued to drive you.

"Just relax," he groaned, making you feel all of him. His front was hot against your back and your sweat had started to mingle, making all his movements slick. You did as you were told, not knowing how much tension you'd been putting onto yourself. You were tightened on your own volition, and when you relaxed slowly, the sex felt better than you could've imagined.

He turned your head to kiss you, deeply, passionately. It was as if your tongues knew each other already, how familiarly they intertwined. It got messy, and soon his spit was dripping down your chin and your hair stuck to your sweaty cheeks and forehead. Your voice was fading with the strain. He had you in a hold and the only way out was to come.

You finished violently, tensing and clenching and crying loudly. Starrk gritted his teeth, the way you felt was too much for him. He came inside you while the two of you kissed, and he rolled over on his side with you still in his arms. He encased you in his grip, refusing to stop kissing you.

"I... don't want you to hurt anymore."

He said this between kisses, and you could feel the genuineness of the statement. It warmed your heart. All you wanted was him. Now that you had him... you were spent.

You fell asleep kissing him. There wasn't much energy left inside you. You had been hurt and healed by the same person. It exhausted you to the point of fainting and soon you were in a dreamless sleep.

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The guise of the morning came by soft grey light, leaking in through the single window. You blinked open your eyes to see and feel Starrk still around you. His fingers lazily played in your hair and his legs draped over you, keeping you sheltered and safe. You looked up at him, the exhaustion hitting you.

"You're still here?" You sleepily mumble in surprise.

He plants a kiss on your lips and stirs, letting out a raspy groan.

"You're a wreck when I'm not around."

As much as you didn't want to admit it, he was right.

"Thank you for noticing," you pout, closing your eyes again.

"I didn't know it, but I need you too, (y/n)."

You felt around for his hand, which you found encircling your neck. You wriggled your fingers inside his hold and grasped it softly. "You... need me?"

You were dumbfounded. Starrk wasn't the type to need anyone. He was a lone wolf that didn't talk much to anyone, an apathetic, heartless man. The way he left and went days without coming to see you told you everything you needed to know about that. He couldn't be telling the truth.

"I'm telling the truth. When we're apart, something isn't quite right. I feel... incomplete. I don't like feeling like that."

So he only needed you to clear his conscience?

"But. That hurt on your face, when I came to you last night..." He squeezed your hand. "It looked like you were dying."

You were. You were dying without him. Now that he was here though, you felt better than you ever remember feeling.

"I'm not leaving you anymore."

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In the woods ( Werewolf! Coyote Starrk x little Red! Reader)

I have never watched that movie before. Is it really that good? I might just have to watch it if it is.Thank You for the compliment! Warms my heart when people say that! 💖💖💖  This one is gonna be a looong one I got carried away..oops. 

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In the woods (Coyote Starrk x Reader)

You were different from everyone else, you had friends but no one really understood you. Or at least, not like your Grandma. You parents loved you of course,  but they thought you  were  a little bit too eccentric and you could tell  that they were bothered by it. It frustrated you beyond belief, all you wanted was some one else to  empathise with you. 

You felt lonely. And to be friends with one person who understands you inside and out would mean the world to you. "(y/n),  are you still planning on going to Grandma's house?" Your mother asked you once you entered the kitchen. " Yes I am. " You said, about to leave the house. "Take this to your Grandma and wear a jacket it is cold outside." Your mom persisted, handing you a basket and your red jacket with the red hood. "Thanks, Mom." You took your jacket, putting it on and sliding the red hood on your head, grabbing  the basket from her hands. "Be careful and stay safe! Tell Grandma I said Hello!" You simply waved at her, leaving your house at once. The woods in your backyard eventually led to a huge field where your Grandma lived. You always loved going there when you were feeling down, It was peaceful and it was mainly isolated from everyone else which you enjoyed. Still in your thoughts, you noticed something from the corner of your eye, it looked to be a small, blonde wolf, whimpering in pain. Your mom had warned you about the wolves that lived back here and to be very careful not to confront them. You sensed something was  wrong, like she was injured and it worried you.  Besides, she was  just a pup, what could go wrong? "Hello, are you okay? " You asked in the kindest way. The little pup still whined, louder now that you were closer to her. You crouched down, taking  your hand out. You could tell that one of her legs was wrapped around thick thorns, causing it to  tear into her flesh. The wolf carefully sniffed your hand, she didn't look aggressive so you took it as an invitation to help her. Gently, you unraveled the thorns around her, throwing them to the side and away from the both of you. The wolf still whined from the gashes and the blood profusely bleeding from them, it was a tragic sight to see. You panicked but remembered that your mom gave you a portable first aid kit, you swiftly took  out the peroxide, gauze and cotton balls. You dipped the cotton into the  peroxide and dabbed it on the wounds which  gently removed and lessoned the bleeding. Finally, you wrapped the gauze around the small wolf's leg. The pup's whimpers slowly died but her tail wagging grew, she was now feeling better. "I hope that helped. You be careful now." You smiled at her, putting your stuff back. You stood up, placing your first aid kit back into your pocket, but before you left, you took out two of the sandwiches from your basket, " You want some? My grandma wont mind she is the nicest lady. " You unwrapped two ham sandwiches, slowly placing them on the ground for her to take if need. "Goodbye. " You waved at her, taking your leave. 

Unbeknown to you, just several feet away, someone else was watching.

  Your Grandma had smiled at you,  happy that you travel safe and sound. "(y/n) dear it has been a while. Come sit by the fire." She cheerfully greeted you, leading you into the living room.  " Thanks, Grandma. Here is your basket, I hope you don't mind it I got a little hungry and ate some sandwiches on the way here. "   Your grandmother shook her head, chuckling at you, "It is never a bother." Your grandma sat across from you. You both began to talk about everything, about your life, school and friends. You often told her about how different and lonely it was to live on the other side of the woods and how you wished to be here instead. Your Grandma gave you a sympathetic look, placing your hand into hers. "I know it is difficult but you will always have me even after I'm gone." You knew she cared about you so much and she always knew how to comfort you in the best way possible. "Grandma, may we call Mom and ask her if I can stay over for the weekend? I still have some overnight clothes from the last time I stayed here." " Of course, I will give her a call right away. "  She stood, walking into the kitchen. You stared out of the window right next to you, watching the sun set over the horizon. Your eyes flickered to the edge of the woods, you turned your head to notice two blue eyes staring at you.  It was another wolf, except it was brown and bigger than the small blonde one  you helped earlier today.  He was  mesmerizing, and you wondered if he was with the blonde one. He looked liked he wanted to speak to you, his eyes looked almost human. "(y/n)." You heard your Grandma, interrupting the starring contest you and the brown wolf had. You looked back at her.  "(y/n),  What are  you looking at?" She looked out the window, generally curious. "I  seen a wolf." You replied,  still  captivated by the magnificent animal. "What wonderful creatures, wolves are." You looked up at her in interest, "Have you seen them before?" Suddenly you wanted to know every detail about these mysterious wolves. " Of course, when I was a little girl, they were every where but due to fear, people gathered and purged most of the wolves that lived here. It is a shame really. Now, I never see them but knowing that you have seen them gives me hope. I long to see one again. "  Something in your heart ached, the thought of the two wolves being the only ones alive and living in the woods must be lonesome. You then admitted to Grandma about the wolf pup you saved earlier today and that you gave two of the sandwiches to her. She was accepting and delighted that you did.

Later that night, you watched the full moon glow in the night, still thinking about the wolves and both your encounters with them.  You wondered, were they really  the only two in these woods? If so, the thought had crushed you. You knew exactly what it was like to feel lonely. You wanted to go back and look for them,  but you knew that it wouldn't be safe, they were capable of killing you.  You sighed, getting up from your bed, there was no way you  could sleep after the events of today. If you couldn't go into the woods then  you could  at least stare at the moon in its most beautiful state. You got out of bed, quietly moving through the house and onto the front porch, sitting on the  front step, listening to the frogs croak and crickets chirp in harmony.  You sighed with pure content, closing your eyes to take it all in.   Crack. Your eyes opened instantly,  looking around the front yard. You got up from the front step of the porch step. Crack. It sounded like a snap of a twig. Your eyes moved  over to the edge of the woods then, seconds later you two sets of eyes glowed in the dark woods. Your eyes widened, it was the wolves from ealier. Your guess was proven true when both of the  wolves stepped out from  the edge of the forest, their eyes shined in the moon light. The blond wolf wagged her tail, happily walking up to you. You noticed that the gauze was still on her foot but that didn't stop her from greeting you. The smaller wolf licked your hand, her tail never stopped wagging with delight.   You looked over at the brown one, he looked guarded, but you understood why. He slowly growled, which caused the smaller one to look up, staring at him. You heard a few more whimpers and growls from both of the wolves.

The little one slumped, whimpering as they both headed back into the woods. Something in you snapped, remembering what your Grandma had said to you. "Wait! Please don't leave.... I'm sorry...about your family and friends  that lived in these woods..." You tried not to cry, you were heart broken and guilt ridden.y

  How could humans do such a horrible thing? 

" I know it must be lonely.... Having no one else there beside you."   You could see the brown wolf's ears perk at that word.  It was like he understood you. "I promise I won't let anyone harm you both." You insisted, taking a few steps towards the brown wolf.  He tilted his head, confused by your movements. Now, you were less than a foot away from him. "May I pet you?" You stuck your hand out, offering him to sniff you. He hesitantly leaned in, sniffing your hand, after a few moments he leaned into your touch. You gently stroked his cheek, you could have sworn you seen him closed his eyes enjoying your gentle touch. Suddenly, a gush of wind blew around you both, causing your eyes to closed, then once you opened them again, you spotted the same blue eyes from before except human. He was tall, long brown hair and skinny, he wore a brown shirt and black pants,  he  stared at you, it  was rather intense but in a different way. You still had you hand on his cheek, he looked content and comfortable.  "Thank you, that would appreciate me and Lilynette greatly."  Then like a ghost in the night they both dissapeared. You were frozen, you couldn't believe  what had just happen. "(y/n)? Are you okay? What's wrong?" You heard your Grandma from the porch,  she was concerned. You finally snapped out of it,  " Y-yeah... I thought I seen the wolves again... " "Even so, you can't go out her  all on your own so irrationally. Just be careful next time." She scolded you but was relieved that you were okay.  You nodded, "I understand." She nodded, " Good, now how about some hot tea then back to bed? " She went back into the house with you following behind. Before you entered, you have one last glance at the entry of the woods, still astonished about what had happened. Months had passed since you met the wolves for the first time, you had often wondered about them especially since they can actually change into humans. What were they?  If they weren't entirely  wolves then they had to be something else.  You remembered that one of visits your Grandma told you legends and folklore of werewolves. People that can turn into wolves. If that is the truth  like that mean that they were both werewolves?  You wanted to know more about them and you were determined to. You spent more of your time in the woods from then on hoping you come across them.   "Starrk there she is! The nice lady that healed me!" You turned, noticing the blonde hair from before. She stood right in front of you, smiling. "Hello it's nice to meet you again! I am Lilynette! " "It's nice to meet you. My name is (y/n)." You gave her a genuine smile. Moments later a figure stood from behind the tree. "Lilynette, I told you not to go looking for trouble. " He slowly made his way towards you too. The girl rolled her eyes, "Shut up! You never let me have fun! She is the nicest human." The man didn't seemed too phased by th girl's yelling. He simply stared at you, now he was only a few feet away. He look like he was contemplating on something, but what exactly?   " It's you... From before. " You stated, astonished that he was actually real. He nodded, his hands in his pockets, "What's your name?" You blushed but you couldn't help it. He was very attractive. "I'm (y/n)." His eyes never left yours, a hint of interested showed in his handsome features. "I see." He simply said. " His name is Starrk. " The girl said for him. "He isn't much of a talker but he is a nice guy." Starrk ignored his friend, still giving you a questioning glare. "You're the girl with the  red hood, always walking around here. What are you doing out here, alone?" You blushed deeper, how exactly were you supposed to tell him?  "I wanted to know more about you." You admitted to him.  It was silent for a bit but you could tell that he had some interest in you as well. "Funny, I can say the same to you too." You begin to tell him about your Grandma and how you would often visit her her to escape the lonliness from the other side of the woods. After hearing your story, his eyes showed a look of sympathy. He understood what it was like to be isolated and to not belong somewhere.  He was aware that there were many humans just like her but what made her so different? "That's unfortunate, I always thought humans were such social creatures. Being able to live together, must feel horrible to feel like this, even when living together with other humans. "  You looked down, you felt horrible about everything but you answered him. "Yes.. But there's Grandma. She helps with it all." He nodded, taking a step a closer to you. "Yes, it must be nice to find someone that can help ease  the loneliness. "  You smiled at him, "Yes and if you don't mind, I would like to help." You seen a hint of something in his eyes, hope? Or was it happiness? Starrk looked over at Lilynette who visibly pleaded him to say yes. Then, he  nodded, you could see a curve of a smile form on his face.  "Yes, you may." He  now stood right in front of you.  You gently took his hand, grinning at him. For once you didn't feel so lonely after all. And neither did he.

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⁂ Days Come and Go (Coyote Starrk) [2 of 2]

◂ Part 1 of 2

Genre: Romance, Fluff ☁

Word Count: 1,007 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Starrk ☁

World: Bleach ☁

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“We need to get away from the town,” Ichigo muttered, standing up and grabbing Kon. He swallowed the mod soul pill and retracted from his body.

Rukia did the same before addressing them “The two of you stay here,” She hopped out the window and jumped onto the roof. Ichigo did the same, followed closely by you and Grimmjow.

The four of you took off running, jumping from roof to roof with Starrk hot on your trail.

“There’s a forest just outside of town. We’re heading there so the town doesn’t get caught up in the fighting!” Ichigo called over his shoulder at you and Grimmjow, who nodded in response.

“Starrk won’t want to fight, though.” Grimmjow muttered, “He’ll do everything he can to avoid a fight.”

“That’s strange,” you murmured, “That’s the complete opposite of you, huh.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “I’m aware, thanks.”

Your group finally reached the destination, landing on the lush green grass before taking off into the sea of trees.

“Should we split up?” Ichigo asked, stopping at a clearing in the heart of the forest.

“No, he’ll go straight for Y/N and if we split up, they’ll be in danger.” Rukia mused, looking around her. Both Ichigo and Rukia grabbed the handle of their swords as the trees rustled, Starrk and Lilinette appearing at the edge of the clearing.

“You won’t get them without killing all of us first!” Ichigo called from beside you. Grimmjow was on your other side, while Rukia was on the other side of Ichigo.

Lilinette stepped forward, earning a weird look from Starrk. “We’re not here to fight. And if I have anything to say about it, you won’t be going back to Aizen!”

“Huh?” you asked in surprise, stepping forward.

She nodded, putting her hands on her hips, “We want to help.”

“Why should we believe that?” Ichigo called, sounding unsure.

“That’s simple,” she giggled, winking and holding up her index finger at the tall male, “Starrk is in love with Y/N!”

“Lilinette!” Starrk hissed from behind her, making a move to grab her. She jumped up and landed a few feet in front of the group, sticking her tongue out at the Primera.

“In… love?” Ichigo asked, removing his hand from his weapon. Rukia did the same. “Is it even possible for an Espada to feel love?” he directed his question to Grimmjow, who glared at him in response.

“It’s rare but possible.” Lilinette answered, turning around to look at you, “It may seem sudden, but you make him feel a way no other person has been able to!”

“I… do?” you asked in disbelief, pointing to yourself and looking at Grimmjow who just shrugged.

“Yep,” she grinned, “We were hoping you’d let us stay here with you guys. I mean, Aizen won’t exactly welcome us back with open arms, seeing as we refuse to capture you.”

“Don’t be an idiot.” Starrk sighed, rubbing the back of his head, “Like they’d really want a hollow staying with them.”

She scoffed, turning around to face him with her fists clenched, “Grimmjow is here, isn’t he? He’s just as much hollow as we are!” He looked like he was searching for a response, but couldn’t think of one. “See? There’s not a single reason we can’t stay.” Lilinette said, turning back around to look at you. Starrk was staring at the ground, refusing to look up.

“Well,” you started, stepping forward to stand in front of Lilinette, “The two of you are more than welcome to stay here. I’m sure Urahara wouldn’t mind setting the two of you up at his place.”

“Really?” Her eyes sparkled. You nodded and she jumped on you, hugging you tightly, “Thank you!”

“We can’t Lilinette!” Starrk’s voice was loud and firm, echoing in the empty forest.

“But, but… Starrk!” She jumped down, hanging her head and clenching her fists.

“We’re going back,” he muttered, turning around and starting to walk off.

“Starrk!” you called, making him stop dead in his tracks. “You can. If you’re worried about Aizen, don’t be. You’ll be safe here. Both of you.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” he muttered, so low you barely caught the words.

“Then what are you worried about?” you walked over to him and gently grabbed his arm. He tensed up at your touch. “Please talk to me,”

He looked at you, worry passing through his eyes. “I’m worried about you,”

“Me?”

He nodded, lowering his head again, “Why would you want the Primera Espada around? I’m stronger than all of you. You should be afraid. Afraid that I might betray you. Or kill you.”

You grabbed his hand, holding it tightly in your own. “Will you betray me? Will you kill me?”

“Of course not,” he whispered, staring at the ground. “But I could.”

“Then what is there to worry about?” he looked up at me in disbelief, “I know you’re stronger than me. I still trust you, though.”

“You… trust me?”

“Yeah. Weird since I don’t really know you, but… it’s true.” You smiled, softly.

He returned the smile, lacing his fingers with your own. “You really are insane. I hope you know that.”

“Heh. So I’ve been told.”

He suddenly pulled you into his embrace, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest.

“You’ll stay then?”

“If you really want me to,”

“I do,” you hesitated before pulling him down until his lips met yours. His body tensed but he quickly responded, moving his arms down to your waist to pull you closer. He wanted your body against his. He wanted to hold you and never let go.

“Awww,” Lilinette chirped, making the two of you pull away and look at the group in front of you.

Rukia was grinning, Ichigo looked shocked, and Grimmjow looked bored.

“Can we go back, now?” Grimmjow asked, “I’m hungry.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing Starrk’s hand.

“Days come and go, but my feelings for you are forever,”

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Bleach Headcanons

How the Hueco Mundo boys would react to you falling asleep on them:

Includes: Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez, Ulquiorra Cifer, Coyote Starrk, Sōsuke Aizen.

Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez: You had found your eyelids becoming heavy as his voice stringed through your mind and you closed your eyes. He didn’t even realize you that you were sound asleep on his chest he rambled on about the fight he had gotten himself into.

He glances down at you after you’ve been silent for a few minutes and his eyes widen. At first he couldn’t believe it, how dare you fall asleep when he’s talking to you?

His big ego soon fades away as he finds himself gazing down at you and his fingers brushing through your hair. A smile tugs on his face, but he quickly shakes it away and instead wraps his arm around your lower back, letting you sleep.

Beware though, because once you wake up, you get an ear load of cocky comments.

Ulquiorra Cifer: Your eyelids close and your head falls upon Ulquiorra’s shoulder and his body freezes. Thought it was some torture techinque you were using on him. It takes him a while to get use to your touch, but he lifts his head up from his book.

His dark eyes admire your soft expression on your face and your pink lips that are slightly parted open. He gives you a gentle pat on the top of your head and continues back to reading.

Coyote Starrk: Lets out a quiet chuckle as his eyes lay upon your sleeping face in his lap. Your body is curled up near his and his hand rests on your hip. 

You had finally fallen accommodated to Starrk’s sleeping habits. You’ll find him asleep on any surface. He finds it amusing that you’re starting to change your habits and he’ll kiss you on the forehead, careful not to wake you as he knows how much sleep is worth.

Sōsuke Aizen: Is very calm and collected when he notices your eyelids shutting as your snuggle into the curve of his neck. He knew that you were comfortable around him and accepted him for who he was, but a smirk starts to grow across his face.

He’s proud that you feel safe in his arms, but he would never utter a word. As you fall into a heavy sleep, he wraps an arm around your waist and secures you on top of him.

[my0vershareworld]

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣?!

Pairing: Szayelaporro Granz, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck, Nnoitra Gilga, Coyote Starrk x GN!Human reader (platonic)

Genre: Fluff, Crack, Headcaanons.

Requested by anon: This is a silly Headcanon but can you do Szayelaporro,Grimmjow,Nelliel,Nnoitra,and Starkk with a close friend or S/O (Whatever you prefer) that bites there shoulder when they hug them unexpectedly

Szayelaporro Granz

the first time when you did it it surprise and alert him far too much

but other than that he isn't so effected by the thing you do with his shoulder, he'll let you do it and pat your head like a cat

but if he was annoyed he'll dodge your hug and make you fall on your face

actually doesn't mind it much but if you ruined his clothes..that's fine he have a tons more clothes to wear anyways

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

got startled and hiss at you before grabbing your hair and throw you

absolute animalistic

once he got used to it he'll bite you back..hard..very harder-

one time he make your whole shoulder bleed that day

mind you a lot if you did it in front of other people since he don't wanted to be seen as soft or weak

other than that he'll bite your shoulder back most of the time

Nelliel Tu Odelschwanch

the hug, she found that friendly. but the bite was something that taken her by surprise and she squeak

but she'll took the bite as a playful bite and bite back, but unlike Grimmeow she bite back softly as a playing manner

she'll start doing the same with you by coming up behind you and tackle you into a bear hug and then bite your shoulder and giggle

never minded when you bite her since it doesn't hurt much and actually like doing it back at you

she finds it adorable

Nnoitra Gilga

is skin is tougher than a steel. so pretty much rip your teeth first of all

either way he doesn't felt much and just giggle when he sees that your teeth are fucking hurting, he finds it amusing that you do that to him despite the fact knowing that his skin is tougher than a steel

will dare you to bite his skin again

if you didn't, good

if you did, teeth gone

Coyote Starrk

woke him up and startled him, badly

he'll fucking scream but then seeing is you he just..stare at you and goes back to being 'too tired for your shit'

once he get used to it he'll just let you bite him, he won't mind just don't do it too harsh..but eh is fine I guess- arrancar are physically stronger than normal humans anyways

just stop minding whenever you bit him and after those time he just started to know that whoever bite his shoulder like that is you and he just go 'hey {Name}'

[my0vershareworld]

𝔾𝔼𝕋 𝕆𝔽𝔽 𝕆𝔽 𝕄𝔼

Pairing: Szayelaporro Granz, Nnoitra Gilga, Coyote Starrk, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez X GN!Human reader

Genre: Crack, Headcanons, Platonic.

CW: None

Requested by Anon: Hiii can you do headcanons for Szayelaporro,Nnoitra,Starkk,and grimmjow who have a friend that runs to hug them and tackles them like how Nelliel does with ichigo please 🙏🏻:)

A/N: WAHHHH I LOVE THIS ASK SO MUCH ACTUALLY???

Szayelaporro Granz

he does not like you fucking startles him whenever you hug and tackles him like that. but is not like he mind it.

he just kind of wish you stop but at the same time he kind of don't.

your warm hug gives him some of his most vulnerable moment.

but every time you tackles him specifically from behind..he will fall down to the ground flat on his face most of the time. and you ended up getting him angry at you the whole day.

Nnoitra Gilga

you startles him. badly. he thought an enemy did a sneak attack on him and almost kill you a few time at first.

he always yell at you and tell you to stop every time you tackles him like that.

he don't even know what to do when he's in your bear hug. he wanted to escape yet your warmness and softness of a human skin is making him melt and make his arms weak. he never been treated so soft and tender yet so harsh like this before. he loves yet hates it.

every time you tackles him he'll just try and take you off of him and is pretty easy since..he's tall and a giant compare to you. he'll just pull you off easily like a bug.

he'll just look at you like 😐 whenever you tackles him like that

Coyote Starrk

when you hugged him he just stays in your hug. no matter if you're actually choking him and he can barely breath in your hug. but that's fine.

when you tackles him into a hug he'll just fall flat to the ground. he won't even get up. he just let you hug him on the ground like that.

he likes your warmness when you hug him so he..fall asleep so easily in your hug.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

this man is so on high alert and so fucking animalistic he fucking punch you in the face when you tackles him from behind like that. he does not appreciate that sudden shit. he even call you an idiot for doing that in the first place knowing he's like a wild animal.

when it comes to hug he'll probably try and pry your hands off of him. NO TOUCHY TOUCHY GET OFF OF ME. he's a cat really.

he'll chase you down a few time when you tackles him and scare him too badly.

but when he started to get use to it he still try to pry you off of him every time but he just more soft with the claws prying.

[my0vershareworld]

𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Pairing: Coyote Starrk x GN!Arrancar reader

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons

CW: None

Requested by anon: Can I request dating Headcanons for starkk with a protective Arrancar reader please :)!

he's really appreciative of you being oh so protective of him..but at times you remind him of Lilynette

you simply refuse to let anybody disrespect your lover in front of you, and that's what leads you to have trouble and argument with others. more specific with the 5th Espada Nnoitra Gilga. he was a guy that talks a lot of shit about him and you always got in a fight with him whenever you caught him talking shit

time to time if Lilynette was with you she'll also got in a fight with Nnoitra with you causing Starrk having to get out of his hole and came to save the both of you all the time

the second one that you got in trouble with most is Barragan, he seems to always talk shit about him. but instead of getting in a fight you instead get in a bunch of arguments with him

sometimes you gives him maybe way too many headaches because of how protective you can get at times

he have to always tell you to just stop getting in so much trouble and sometimes you have to stop minding what others said..you and him were almost the opposite

nevertheless you and him always get along and oh well

he loves you a lot. just sometimes wish you would just stop giving him as much headache as Lilynette

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𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕟

Pairing: Coyote Starrk x GN!Human reader

Genre: Angst, One shot

CW: uhh burden

Word count: 2901

Requested by anon: Can you do day 10 for starkk please 😚😋😛😝 (I have no clue what’s going on)

you..were the light for him

ever since he have met you you were always kind and stays to talk with him. you were beautiful/pretty/handsome (whatever you prefer to be complimented as) and you were just perfect. he never met a small fragile human that were so kind yet so determined to stay with him and talk to him like he was an actual normal person-

ah. what a pain that he isn't normal right?

it all started from the point where he step foot into the world of the living not expecting much and his lord only let him come around to check within the world of the living and that substitute soul reaper that he don't really cared about. but then everything was put to a pause as a sudden voice were called out to him as he just wish it isn't some trouble for him to be met with- yet all he see as he turned around was a bright smile that was almost like the sun. it was bright it almost hurt his eyes

"ah- sorry wrong person-" you said embarrassed- you thought he was your friend. the hairstyle do seems pretty different and you quite wonder why does your friend dressed up in a pure white somewhat a uniform- but now you don't wonder because it was clear that he wasn't even your friend. so instead you apologized and try to find that friend of yours

as you walked past him all he could do was make his eyes followed your movement- and suddenly his hand goes by itself to pull your arm back- it was a soft pull but nevertheless a pull "don't go. I wanna talk" his voice was tired. all he really wanna talk was..he just wonders how is your smile so bright and perfect- never expected anything more

obviously you were fucking horrified- was this man trying to kidnap you??? what is he- why is he grabbing your wrist so soft yet so tight?? what is wrong with him. but yet he seems to be with no danger- he looks so damn tired- too tired to even kidnap someone- but before you could even answer he asked up a question

"why is your smile so bright?" he asked genuinely and seriously, he doesn't seems to be mocking nor making fun of you- just a pure question-

"huh" you answered back with the most deadest huh you could have ever said. both of you faces were confusionism and the whole time the brown hair and you just locking eyes before after a while he finally losen his grip and you put your arm away awkwardly as you just..wave at him and walks off like all of that didn't happened at all

the next few days you see a weird green haired child who seems to be yelling and shouting at someone- WAIT IS THE GUY THAT YOU MET DAYS AGO WHAT THE FUCK- you were shocked and surprised but you kept up your guard and turned around and walk off before a rock hit you- you turned around and it seems the kid it just now throwing rocks at the guy and it accidentally flew to hit you- and- WAIT HE'S WALKING TOWARDS YOU. you were scared, he was definitely staring and walking at you and you weren't sure what to do before he stood a few inches away from you and bow his head slightly "sorry about her. did that rock hurt you?"

he asked plain and dead. it didn't do much- just a single bruise but it isn't that big of a trouble, soon you know it'll heal back up to normal

"no no it's fine-" you said until he suddenly asked you

"what's your name?..I'm not sure if.." he said before he yawn "this is the second time we met now.." he said but this time somewhat he seems more tired and stressed out- what was this guy problem anyways? does he not get enough sleep?? all of this was asked within your head and not wanting to sounds rude so you have to just- answer it politely-

"I'm {NAME} and.."

"Coyote Starrk..the kid's name is Lilynette Gingerbuck.." "HEY DON'T INTRODUCE ME WITH YOURSELF!" she said before she tried to kick him but he just glide to the side dodging it. they seems like father and daughter- a really chaotic and tired one- but from those simple questions it seems you have drag yourself into a long conversation of a man and his daughter with you, a person. it dragged down til the sky was orange-

that was a weird way to gain friend- you thought. but oh well you have to say goodbye and go home now. the next day was the same..but something was not the same because you woke up to see the same kid shouting and yelling, she was the reason you woke up in the weekend- you should be resting but never mind- when you got out of the house she immediately grab your hand and starts dragging you elsewhere. just to see the same tired man with his flop down to the bench seemingly to be sleeping and so she yelled at him to wake up and smack his head awake

the resting day of yours was spent with the same people from yesterday- and tomorrow..and tomorrow..whenever you have work to do the kid and sometimes Coyote too will be waiting at your house for you to came back and hang out with them. time to time you did an overtime and when you came back you see the two sleeping in front of your house- do they not have any job?? it was the only question that wanders through your head

the time have skip by. you have been friend with him and his kid for as long as you knows now, he have become one of your maybe closest friends. he was unenthusiastic but he tries to be as much as he could. the other girl was mean but she was still really fun to talk with and hang out. but there was one thing you've never know about Coyote.

he have gained feelings for you.

feelings that he can't get out because of fear..you were a human, he was a dangerous Arrancar..Espada. he have to always try and hide that he was abnormal, that he wasn't a human like you. the burdened feelings was..ugh

but he have kept it a secret for you for as long as possible. no one knows about his feelings for you. nobody knows until the end. the end where he have to fight..he knows he was going to lose, there was no way someone like him is going to survive..

yet all he could think within the battle with Shunsui was you..he could only hope that you'll forget about him. don't care where he even goes

he loves you. but he believe you don't love him. you may as well take your heat, it's already full of you. you walked into it slowly and steadily like a slow moving wind that was no harm towards him. he's a fool isn't he? falling for a human in the meantime of being an Espada.

he's going to betray you and he knows if he do he'll betray himself he knows this is the only way

everything was done for now. you were safe within Karakura that was placed in another place without your knowledge. but now everyday you wake up you don't see the two people waiting at your front door anymore. you thought they're finally getting busy, but times goes by over and over again and yet you never see the two person again..ever again. they were completely gone. there was no sight of them, you can't caught them in the same spot no matter how many times you've come. you felt empty

you've live a long time yet, {Name}, an eternity without him. you looked into the faces of passersby hoping for something that will for an instant, bring them back to you. you find moonlit nights strangely empty because when you called his name through them there would be no answer. always your heart ache for them both.

the burdened feelings.

burden. that you will never rid of no matter how much time have passes

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⁂ Days Come and Go (Coyote Starrk) [1 of 2]

Genre: Romance, Comedy ☁

Word Count: 3,666 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Starrk ☁

World: Bleach ☁

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“Days come and go, but my feelings for you are forever,”

You growled, struggling against the restraints on your wrists. Apparently, you were an ‘important asset‘ to Aizen, so he had Tousen sneak up behind you and grab you. ‘Like a coward’, you thought. He brought you back to Hueco Mundo.

Ichigo and the others had already saved Orihime and brought her back to the world of the living. Aizen retreated from the battle against Soul Society before it even began and sealed off any way of getting into Hueco Mundo – or out, in your case.

Orihime had gotten a hold of the Hougyoku and damaged it, making it take four times as long to awaken. After Ichigo managed to get her, Aizen took you two months later in order to replace her, even though your powers were nothing alike.

You were sitting in Aizen’s room, hands cuffed behind your back so that you couldn’t use any of your reiatsu and, of course, the door was locked. That didn’t stop you from struggling against them, though.

You closed your eyes, focusing all of your power into your hands and wrists and, with one swift movement, you broke through the cuffs. You smirked, ‘If that bastard really thought those would hold me, he’s in for a big surprise,’

You kicked the door open, making as little noise as possible, and closed your eyes again, focusing; you were trying to find your zanpakuto which had been taken by Aizen upon your arrival.

Finally finding it, you set off down the halls of Las Noches, keeping your eyes and ears alert, as well as masking your reiatsu.

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After searching for what felt like hours in the winding halls, you finally came to a door. Las Noches is one hell of a maze! You could feel RyuuKaji, your zanpakuto, pulsing on the other side. You slid the door open enough to look inside.

There was an Espada level guy lying on a huddle of pillows on the floor, fast asleep. There were no others in sight.

You slowly pushed the door open, slipped inside, and shut the door behind you. You tiptoed over to the sleeping Espada, kicking his leg lightly with your foot to make sure he wouldn’t wake up. His chest was rising and falling softly, face content. Your sword was hanging from his sash, right beside his own.

You kneeled down on the pillows next to him and, very gently, untied the sash from his waist, letting it fall to either side of him. His right hand, which was laying on his stomach, twitched slightly, but he made no signs of being awoken.

You proceeded to push the sash to the side and reach for your sword.

“What are ya doing?”

You froze, looking over your shoulder to see a blonde-haired Arrancar. She must be his Fraccion. ‘Shit, why didn’t I sense her?’

She narrowed her eyes and walked forward, kicking the man where the sun don’t shine. He woke with a start, grabbing himself and groaning in pain. “I told you not to do that, Lilinette!”

She rolled her eyes, “You shouldn’t be sleeping on the job.”

“Hmm?” his gaze moved over and he stared at you for a second before closing his eyes with a sigh, retying his sash.

She scoffed and left the room.

You stared at your sword, wondering if you should just grab it and run. For some reason, an idea popped into your head – an idea you normally would never think about, ever. ‘This has got to be my father’s fault,’

You took a deep breath to steel your nerves and got on top of the lazy Espada, your legs on either side of his waist and hands on either side of his head.

He opened his eyes and stared up at you, lazily.

“Look, I can tell you really like to sleep. I’m sure that’s hard, though, having to guard that sword. So, why don’t you let me take it off your hands, so you can sleep, hmm?”

He stared at you for a few seconds before closing his eyes. “Sorry, no.”

You scowled, more dirty thoughts coming into your mind. Biting your lip, you considered your options. He may be an Espada, but he’s still a guy.

‘It might just work. Then again, it may piss him off and he could kill me now. Wonderful,’

You took another deep breath before deciding to go with it. Leaning down, you placed a few butterfly kisses on his neck. He squirmed slightly but made no other movements. You grinned in satisfaction, bitting his neck lightly, earning a grunt from the Espada below you.

You peppered kisses down his neck, unzipping his uniform as you went. Looking up into his face, he looked content. ‘Maybe I will keep my life. Now, to get my damn sword!’

You trailed kisses back up to his neck and bit his ear gently. “What do you say? Can I have my sword back, please~?”

“I can’t,” he responded softly, enjoying what you were doing to his body.

‘He can’t seriously be this hard to break!’, you thought with a frown. You nipped his neck again, earning another grunt of approval as your hand made its way towards your sword.

“Bitch!”

You froze, head whipping up to see a smirking Grimmjow standing in the doorway. “You were supposed to get your sword, not dry hump Starrk!”

You scowled at him, “You really do have a big mouth, ya know that?”

Our eyes connected and he grinned a minute later, “Hurry the hell up, eh?” then he turned around and left the room.

When you looked back down, Starrk was looking up at you, his eyes concealing whatever emotion he felt. You leaned down to his neck again. “Please forgive me for this,” you bit down on his neck, drawing blood as you forced your reiatsu into the wound. You felt him tense under you before he slipped into unconsciousness. “I’m sorry,” you kissed his forehead lightly before grabbing your sword and leaving the room.

Grimmjow was leaning against the wall outside the room, his arms folded over his chest and a cocky smirk on his face.

“Don’t even,” you growled, glaring at him as you passed while putting your sword back through your belt – much like Ikkaku had when he first attended Karakura High.

He grinned, following after you. “Daddy rubbing off on you?”

“Go to hell, asshole.”

“I’ll see you there, bitch.”

You snorted, hitting his arm as you made your way down the halls of Las Noches.

You used to be a soul reaper but left Soul Society right after Kisuke and Yoruichi did; you take turns staying at Ichigo’s house and Kisuke’s. You do not wear the traditional Shinigami outfit, never have. Instead, you wear baggy black jeans, a white t-shirt, a black zip-up leather hoodie, and black and white skull sneakers. You also wear a black belt around your waist to keep RyuuKaji, though it can be hard to see since it blends in with your jeans.

A deep blue ring occupies your middle finger on your right hand; a present from Toushirou before you left, while a black and silver ring, with a silver dragon on top, occupies your thumb, a gift from your father. Around your neck was another ring, blood red, on a chain that hung down to your stomach, a present from Gin before he betrayed soul society.

“Think we can make it?” Grimmjow asked, sounding bored.

You shrugged just as Ulquiorra appeared, blocking your path.

“Aizen-sama has ordered me to bring you back and restrain you.”

“Bring her back?” Grimmjow laughed, “We haven’t even left yet, idiot!”

You rolled your eyes, stepping forward and drawing your sword. “We’re having a bit of trouble, Ulquiorra. See, me and Grimmjow are eager to leave this place, but can’t seem to find an exit. I’m afraid, I’m gonna have to use you to make one!” As soon as you finished speaking, you used shunpo to appear in front of him, swords clashing. You pushed him back, making his eyes widen, with such great force, that he crashed through five layers of wall.

“Hey!” Grimmjow appeared next to you, “I can see the outside.”

You glanced at him before using shunpo again to appear outside, quite a ways away from Las Noches. Grimmjow appeared next to you a few seconds later.

He snapped his fingers with a smirk and a portal appeared. “Shall we?”

You grinned, stepping past him and into the portal, appearing in the sky of Karakura town. He stepped out next to you and the portal snapped closed. You stretched your arms above your head, your back cracking in the process.

Grimmjow chuckled, landing on the ground with you behind him.

“I’m guessing we’re going to go to Urahara’s?”

“Where else?” you muttered, walking towards Urahara’s shop.

Urahara, Jinta, Ururu, Tessai, Noba, Ririn, and Kurodo were waiting for you outside the shop.

“It’s about time you two got here,” Urahara grinned from underneath his stripped hat.

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| Back in Los Noches |

Aizen, Gin, Tousen, and Lilinette were standing over the unconscious Espada. Lilinette had tried to wake him, using the tactics that she always used, but the Espada didn’t budge an inch. Getting worried, she sought out Gin, who in turn got Aizen and Tousen.

Aizen had his hand on his chin in a thinking matter, a smile on his lips. “They simply used a special spell that not many know. No doubt they learned it from the goddess of flash.”

“A spell?” Lilinette asked, staring down at the Espada.

Aizen nodded to Tousen who stepped forward, holding his palms out to face Starrk. He muttered something under his breath and his hands started to glow a deep purple. A few moments later, the Espada stirred, opening his eyes slowly and sitting up, looking at the four people standing around him.

“Haha, they really got ya, Starrk!” Gin grinned his normal, fox-like grin.

“Get ready,” Aizen said lightly. “You will be going after Y/N.”

Starrk looked up at Aizen, his mind running wild.

“As much as I hate to admit it, they are stronger than everyone here except for me and you. Y/N on equal standing with Gin. You are the only one who can beat them and bring them back. You leave in one hour.” With that, the three men turned around and left the room.

It was silent for a few moments before Lilinette spoke. “Why’d you let them do that? Why didn’t you stop them?”

Starrk sighed, running a gloved hand through his hair. “I don’t know,”

Lilinette narrowed her eyes, “Yes you do! They took away the loneliness, didn’t they? Y/N made you forget everything!”

He nodded slightly, his voice still low. “They’re the first person to make me feel that way. I…” he was at a loss for words. He couldn’t even describe how you made him feel.

“We can’t doom them by bringing them back here, then,” Lilinette said, firmly.

“We have orders,” he countered, quietly.

“So?” she scoffed, “If they makes you feel that great, why bring them back here just to die?”

“Y/N would never love a hollow, Lilinette. Especially not me. The feeling wouldn’t last but a fleeting moment.”

Lilinette didn’t know what to say. All she knew was she couldn’t let him bring you back if you affected him so much. She had to form a plan and she only had an hour to do it.

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| Karakura Town |

“They’re here,” Grimmjow muttered, staring down at the tea Tessai had placed in front of him.

“To investigate, no doubt,” Urahara said, waving his fan.

“Huh?”

“Soul Society thinks that Y/N went to Hueco Mundo of her own free will. They’ve sent two shinigami to question her and possibly apprehend her.”

“What!?” Grimmjow growled, slamming his hands on the table. “After all the shit they’ve done for them!? This is how they repay Y/N?”

“Unfortunately,”

“Grimmjow,” you muttered, staring at the ground. “Let it be,”

“But – !”

“It’s fine,”

He growled again but kept his mouth shut.

A few moments later, two shinigami appeared at the door to Urahara’s shop.

“Y/N-chan,” the man spoke softly, a small smile appearing on his face.

“Father,” you murmured, avoiding his gaze. You saw Grimmjow glance at you out of the corner of your eye but ignored it.

“Can I speak to you alone?” he asked, softly, holding his hand out for you to take.

Grimmjow glared slightly and slapped his hand away, standing up. “If Y/N goes, I go!”

He nodded in understanding as you stood up. “Stay here, Nanao-chan.”

Nano nodded, sitting down at the table as the three of you left the shop, heading to the river.

Starrk and Lilinette were hidden behind a large tree, watching you, Grimmjow, and the shinigami as you talked. Their reiatsu had been hidden well, so none of you could sense them.

Starrk was listening closely to what was said, all the while curious as to your relationship with the two men.

“So, what happened?” Shunsui asked as he lounged on his back in the grass.

Grimmjow folded his arms over his chest as he stood nearby, a grin on his face. “Why don’t you tell him what happened, Y/N?”

You glared at him before looking back to your father.

Starrk was watching your movements carefully.

“Well – you see -” you sighed deeply, rubbing the back of your neck, “Aizen wasn’t happy about Orihime getting away. So, instead, he sent for me to be taken. Bastard Tousen snuck up behind me and put those damn cuffs on me.” Your voice was full of anger

‘What is this feeling in the pit of my stomach? Why do I want to make their anger go away?’, Starrk frowned.

“So much for vigilance,” Grimmjow sniggered.

You glared at him again, “I was locked in Aizen’s room – ”

“You should have looked for blackmail.” Grimmjow sniggered again.

You ignored him. ” – of course, you know me, can’t stay still for too long.” Shunsui smiled at your words. “I managed to break free and went in search of my sword. Aizen gave it to one of the Espada to guard.”

Grimmjow snorted.

“I would have gotten it scotch free if his Fraccion hadn’t shown up and woken him.” You sighed deeply, looking down as you nervously picked the grass from the ground. “She woke him and left the room. Of course, I couldn’t just take it from him after that. So, I tried to think up a plan.”

“Oh, you thought of one alright.”

Thinking about what you did to him made Starrk feel content for a fleeting second before it disappeared. Oh, how he longed to have that feeling back.

“Oh?” Shunsui raised his eyebrow in question. “What plan did you use, Y/N-chan?”

“Well… I figured that, even though he’s an Espada, he’s still a guy…”

“Oh~?” he sat up, looking eager to hear more.

“I kind of… sat on him,”

Shunsui chuckled, pulling his hat down to hide his amusement.

You continued. “And, err, well… the rest isn’t important!”

Grimmjow burst out laughing, earning another glare. “You were practically dry humping him!”

“I was not!” you growled, slamming him so hard on the back of the head that he face planted on the ground, leaving a small indent in the earth.

“Y/N-chan~” Shunsui cooed, “What exactly did you do, darling?”

You groaned in defeat. “I figured I could persuade him, ya know? All I did was kiss him a bit…”

“‘Kiss him a bit’?” Grimmjow scoffed, rubbing his face clean of dirt. “They were leaving kisses and love bites all over his neck!”

Shunsui stared at you for a few minutes before jumping up and squeezing you to his chest, “That’s my child!”

You managed to struggle free of his grasp and pointed an accusing finger in his direction, “I knew it was right to blame you! Pervy old man!”

He grinned sheepishly, swatting your hand away. “Now, now, Y/N-chan. What did you expect? So, how did he take it?”

“Pretty well, surprisingly. I couldn’t get him to break though,” you shook your head, folding your arms over your chest.

“My lord,” Shunsui whispered in disbelief. “All that and he didn’t give in? There is something wrong with that man.”

You rolled your eyes, “Something wrong with him? Just because he’s not a pervert like you and Grimmjow?”

Grimmjow shot up, glaring at you. “I am no pervert, bitch!”

You scoffed, “Suuurree, whatever you say, asshole.”

Grimmjow glared at you for a moment before his expression turned serious. “You should consider yourself lucky.”

“Hmm?” you raised your eyebrow at him.

“If he was any different, he probably would have killed you.” He smirked at your confused expression. “You didn’t know? You did something like that to him, and you didn’t even know?”

“Know what?” you scowled, feeling annoyed.

Grimmjow stared at you before laughing, falling to the ground clutching his stomach. You kicked his stomach with your foot. He managed to calm down a bit, still chuckling, “Starrk is the Primera!”

You stared at him in shock, “P-Primera?” you took a few steps back, thinking about what you had actually done to him.

Kyoraku cocked his head to the side, watching you curiously.

“Holy shit,” you muttered, falling to the ground, your hands behind you. “I could have died!”

Grimmjow laughed harder, “If he was any different, you would have been dead!” His laughter stopped, then started again, harder this time. “Imagine if you did that to Ulquiorra!”

You glared at him, kicking his foot. “I would never do something like that to Ulquiorra, or anyone else for that matter!”

He scoffed, “Oh yeah? Then why’d you do it to Starrk?”

You rubbed the back of your head, looking anywhere but at his blue eyes as you fought back a blush. “I-I don’t know… it was a one-time thing, okay!”

Shunsui started to chuckled, scooting over so that he was next to you, putting his arm around your shoulder. “Did you feel it, sweety? That special feeling?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know what I felt or what came over me.” You suddenly pushed him away, standing up and putting your hands in your pockets. “It doesn’t matter,”

Grimmjow stayed silent for a minute before speaking again. “You’re right, it doesn’t.”

You raised a brow at him.

“Aizen probably found ’em by now and he’s most likely going to send Starrk to come bring you back. Hell, he might already be here.”

Shunsui sighed, standing up and pulling his hat down over his eyes. “I need to get back to report everything to Yama-jii,”

You nodded, pulling off the blue ring from your finger and holding it out to him. He raised his head, a confused expression on his face. “Give it to Toushirou before you go see the old man, will ya?”

He seemed thoughtful for a minute before he took the ring from the palm of your hand, “Be safe, darling.” He used shunpo and disappeared.

“What do you think?” Grimmjow asked, softly.

“I don’t know what to think anymore.” You started in the direction of Ichigo’s house, “Come on. We’re staying with Ichigo tonight.”

He nodded, following at your side.

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“Ichigo! You’re late!” Isshin screamed from downstairs. A crash followed, along with Ichigo yelling, “It’s only seven o’clock!”

“That’s no excuse!”

More crashes could be heard before it went silent, the only sound being Ichigo’s annoyed footsteps and Grimmjow’s sniggering in the corner. His bedroom door slammed open and he came in, a scowl on his face as he plopped down on the bed next to you.

“Rough day?” you asked as he laid his head on your stomach.

Rukia walked over after shutting the door and plopped down in his desk chair, playing on her phone.

“Yeah,” he murmured, “Damn Keigo kept trying to get me to – ” He shot up suddenly, staring at you with wide eyes. He was frozen in that position before he jumped on you, hugging you tightly. “Y/N!”

Grimmjow snorted, “It took you that long for that brain of yours to actually work?”

Ichigo scowled, glaring at Grimmjow. “Why are you here?”

He shrugged, “‘Cause I can be.”

Ichigo ignored him, turning back to you. “How’d you get back?” Then he turned to Rukia, who was still playing on her cell. “Did you know about this?”

She shrugged, “Of course. I felt Y/N’s Reiatsu as soon as they arrived. They’ve been talking to captain Kyoraku.”

You sat up, moving to lean against the open window above the side of his bed, hanging outside it to feel the cold breeze on your skin. “I managed to escape,”

“How!?” he yelled, sitting in front of me, his brown eyes both concerned and confused.

“That’s not important,” you shrugged, “What is important is the fact that Aizen’ll be sending someone to get me back.”

Ichigo growled, folding his arms over his chest. “Not if I can help it!”

Starrk and Lilinette had followed you to the orange-haired shinigami’s house and watched as he talked with you. The window was open, making it a little bit easier to hear what was being said.

He would be lying if he said he felt nothing in his chest when Ichigo had laid his head on you. He longed to be in that position with you, to feel your skin on his again.

“I can handle almost anyone he sends,” you murmured, looking up at the dark sky. “The only ones I’d have trouble with is Gin, Starrk, or Aizen himself.”

“You know he’s gonna send Starrk!” Grimmjow muttered.

“Starrk?” Ichigo looked between the two of us. “Who is that?”

“The Primera Espada,” you said, quietly, “He’s the one that was guarding my sword.”

Now you had Rukia’s attention. “Primera? How’d you manage that?”

“Details aren’t important,” you waved her off, closing your eyes.

She gave you a quizzical look before her phone started to beep, “There’s an espada here.”

Grimmjow glanced at me, “It’s Starrk.”

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⁂ Capturing Memories (Coyote Starrk)

Genre: Angst, Romance, Comedy ☁

Word Count: 7,363 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Starrk ☁

World: Anime, Bleach ☁

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When the Aizen Army incident first began, you didn’t think much of it. You didn’t think about the Espada – who they were or where they came from. You just knew that you had to stop them. To you, at that time, they were mere enemies that had to be stopped. You never once stopped to think of the reason behind why they were following Aizen. To be honest, it didn’t really matter to you. You had never cared about your enemies before, so why bother doing it now? It was foolish. Of course, for those who already knew Aizen, Gin, and Tousen, it was difficult for them, but no one was familiar with the Espada. And you were no exception.

You stood atop one of the buildings in Karakura Town, staying alert for any Espada level hollows that decided to appear. While everyone else was busy, this was your job and the reason for you being appointed this job was simple; you were more sensitive to Reiatsu than the others, and you were able to feel it farther away and pick it up a lot quicker than the others could. It was a really handy skill that you were thankful to be born with.

That being said, you caught wind of a spiritual pressure that did not belong to a soul reaper or a human. You knew that it was an Espada, but it was very faint. Whoever it was, they were damn good at hiding their reiatsu, but you could still track it.

Jumping from building to building, you found yourself outside of town in a fairly large forest. The reiatsu was coming from deep within and you knew it was risky to be going in alone, but if you wasted time contacting the others, you might lose it. If worse came to worse, the others would feel your reiatsu when you began fighting. Your job was to stop him from getting away, and that’s exactly what you planned to do.

When you got to the clearing, you hid behind a tree to see if it was anyone you had seen before. Ulquiorra, Yammy, and Grimmjow were the only ones that you had met, and this new Espada was not one of them. He was tall and skinny, with dark brown hair that fell to his shoulders in small waves. He wore the typical Espada uniform, but it was tailored to the way he liked it, as all of them were. He seemed too relaxed to be in enemy territory, though. He was laying back against a tree, his arms behind his head and eyes closed. He didn’t seem too threatening. Then again, neither did Yachiru, and everyone knew how terrifying her power could be.

“How long do you plan to hide, soul reaper?” He asked without opening his eyes.

You scowled at him, coming from around the tree and into the clearing. As you got closer, you noticed a little girl with him, sitting against the tree to his left. She was short, maybe Hitsugaya’s height, with blonde hair. One of her eyes was covered by her mask, but the other was pink in color. “Who are you? And why are you in the world of the living? Did Aizen send you?”

At first, neither of them said anything, and you thought they might not answer, but after a few silent moments passed by, the male opened his eyes – revealing them to be a beautiful shade of blue – and stared at you lazily like he had no interest in the conversation.

“Aizen-sama sent us here.”

“To do what?”

The girl leaned forward, narrowing her eye at the male beside her. “He sent us here for recon, but Starrk is too lazy!”

“It’s a troublesome job.” The male yawned, closing his eyes again. “He should have sent someone else.”

“But he sent us!” She scowled before looking up at you, her expression anything but friendly. “You lookin’ for a fight?”

“Lilinette,” the male scolded, opening his eyes again to send her a pointed look. “Don’t make me fight a pointless fight.”

“Stop being lazy!” She yelled, jumping up and pointing an accusing finger at him.

As the two argued, you couldn’t help but stare at the male Espada. He seemed… different from the others you had met. You really couldn’t explain it, but there was an air around him… you couldn’t place what it was, though. There was no doubt that he was powerful, but there was something else. It was… it was…

“Loneliness,” you muttered to yourself.

He heard me, though, turning his eyes back to me. “What?”

“Um…” Had you dug your own grave? Probably. Did you continue digging? Of course. “You seem… lonely.” you furrowed your brow as you analyzed him. You could feel it in your gut. This guy was different, in a good way. He wasn’t emotionless, like Ulquiorra, or stupid like Yammy. And he wasn’t blood-thirsty like Grimmjow. To be honest, it seemed like he wanted no part in this. So why would he be following Aizen? It made no sense.

Something flickered through his eyes, but it was gone as fast as it came. Lilinette snapped her attention to you, huffing and walking over. She stopped right in front of you, her eye filled with anger. “What do you know about him, huh?! You don’t know anything, so don’t act like you do!”

“I didn’t mean it that way,” you muttered, staring down at her; she reached just above your stomach. “That’s just… that’s what it feels like when I look at ’em…”

“Then maybe you should stop lookin’ at him!”

“Lilinette.” He sighed, resting a gloved hand to his forehead. “Stop it.”

“But they – !”

“Enough, Lilinette.” His voice was stern, but his eyes betrayed him. They looked just as lonely as his aura had indicated, and they were holding pain.

You felt bad for him and you wanted to know more. You knew you were getting in over your head, but you wanted to know more about him, you had to know more. “Um…” the pair looked at you and you smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of your head. “Can I have your names?” You had heard them say their names, but you wanted to hear it from them and get their full name.

“What for?” Lilinette snapped, crossing her arms and glaring at you.

“Curiosity.”

“Curiosity killed the cat.” She stuck her tongue out at you childishly, as if she had just won the fight you weren’t even having.

You grinned. “Good thing I’m not a cat, huh?”

Her eye twitched, a tic mark appearing on her head. “Yeah – ! Well – !” You laughed as she sighed in defeat, hanging her head. “Fine! You win! My name’s Lilinette Gingerback,”

“Y/N, nice to meet you, Lilinette.”

She humph-ed, looking over at Stark expectantly, but he wasn’t paying attention. A big red tic mark appeared on the back of her head and she walked over, kicking him hard in between the legs.

He fell forward, clutching his private area with a strangled groan. “I told you… to stop… doing that…!”

She simply humph-ed in return, turning her back to him. “You should have been listening! What if they would have killed me while you were daydreaming, huh?!”

You winced, slowly approaching the fallen Espada and resting a hand on his shoulder. “You gonna be alright? She looked like she got you pretty good…”

“I always do!” She grinned proudly.

“That’s not something to be proud of,” you muttered under your breath, kneeling down next to him.

After a couple more minutes, he fell back onto the grass, his blue eyes closed and his arm covering them even though he was under the shade of the tree. “Coyote Starrk.”

“What?” you blinked at him.

“His name, idiot, his name!”

“Oh… right,”

Stark looked over at you, moving his arm up to his forehead. “Do you plan to kill us? Or take us to Soul Society?”

You stared at the lush green grass below you, watching as it rustled in the wind. When you had first arrived at the clearing, it was your full intention to bring him to Soul Society or kill him if he resisted. But now… you just didn’t know. If you let him go, would that count as a betrayal to Soul Society? ‘I mean, it’s not like I’m letting Aizen go. This guy seemed harmless enough, and he hasn’t done anything wrong to my knowledge. It wouldn’t hurt… right?’

“Well?!” Lilinette screamed, the sound louder since she had moved closer in what you assumed to be anticipation. She obviously wasn’t a very patient Espada. Wait… was she even an Espada?

You let out a sigh, turning your gaze up to the baby blue sky, trying to ignore the bickering of your heart and mind. “No,”

“Eh?” She blinked, a look of both confusion and surprise on her face.

“I won’t try to kill you. And I have no intention of trying to take you in.” You closed your eyes, the decision made. Your heart was cheering, while your mind simply sighed in defeat. It was always like this. They’d battle, but only one could win. They never agreed on anything, so you couldn’t have it both ways. It was one or the other, and both were fully capable of screwing you over.

“Seriously?” She blinked again. “Then why are you here?”

“That was my intention… at first.”

“What changed it?”

“I wish I could answer that,” you muttered, scowling at the ground. Even you didn’t understand it.

“Well, since you’re here, you can make yourself useful!” She pointed her finger at you, a grin on your lips. You merely blinked, wondering just what she meant by that.

“Lilinette,” Starrk called in a warning tone, but he was ignored by the smaller hollow.

“Since we’re here, I wanna try some human food! Go get me some!”

Your eye twitched. ‘This kid was sure demanding, wasn’t she? Wait a second…’ “Since when can Hollows eat human food?” you raised a brow, cocking your head to the side.

“We can still eat stuff like that.” She sent you an offended look, re-crossing her arms. “We just choose not to. Gin-sama has always offered us food, but it didn’t look right,”

You smiled wearily, scratching your cheek as you looked away from her. You remembered Gin’s cooking all too well from before he betrayed the Soul Society. He would always try to cook for you and Matsumoto, but the food he made was far from edible. You always had a routine for that situation, something the two of you called Dash and Break. While Matsumoto distracted the silver-haired male, you’d grab the food and sneak out, feeding it to the wonderful plants. And Gin always wondered why they died…

You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the memory. ‘Stupid Gin. He hurt so many people when he left.’ You failed to notice Starrk staring intently at you, but you didn’t miss his voice. That voice of his could cut through even the deepest of your thoughts.

“Don’t bother her if she doesn’t want to go, Lilinette.”

“But I want to try real human food!”

“Why bother?” He sighed, closing his eyes. “You probably won’t get it again. It’s too troublesome,”

“They don’t mind, right N/N?”

“N/N?” your eyebrow twitched. The hell had she managed to come up with the exact same nickname that Ikkaku used just to annoy you?

“And don’t go giving people nicknames without their permission.” He scolded again. Honestly, he was acting more like her parent.

“You’re so mean, Starrk! Don’t do this, don’t do that! That’s all you ever say!” She cried, fists clenched at her sides.

With a sigh, you stood up and readjusted your zanpakuto at your side. “What do you want?”

She blinked up at you before registering what you meant. “You mean you’re going?!”

You shrugged, looking away. “Got nothin’ better to do. Though I’m supposed to be patrolling…”

“Great! I don’t know the difference, so just get me whatever, kay?!”

You sighed again, shaking your head and walking away. You could faintly make out Starrk scolding her again, but you didn’t catch what about. A smile made its way onto your lips. You had only known those two for, hell, less than thirty minutes, and already you felt close to them. This was a dangerous feeling, you knew it was, but you couldn’t bear the thought of giving up Starrk. You felt drawn to him, as cliche as that was. But that’s what love is, right? One big cliche.

Hold it…

You froze in the middle of the street, feeling a sense of dread wash over your mind. ‘Did I… just say love?? I haven’t even known him for an hour and I’m talking about love. What the hell is wrong with me?!’

You shook your head frantically, kneeling down and clutching your hair between your fingers. You had never been much of an expert when it came to affairs of the heart, more specifically love. You had never thought much of it and often scoffed at the idea of being in love with someone. And love at first sight? That was about as bad as werewolves and imprinting. ‘I mean, seriously, how hard is it to believe that you can fall in love with a single look? This isn’t a fairy tale!’

“Ugghh! What have I gotten myself into?”

“I don’t know, but it must be pretty bad if you’re talking to yourself.”

You let out a small yelp, jumping up and taking on a strange stance, similar to the one Renji had performed when his Zabimaru turned into a broom. Matsumoto stood there, her head cocked to the side and a curious look on her face. “R-Rangiku!”

She blinked. “Are you okay, Y/N-chan?”

“Y-Yeah. I-I’m fine.” you cleared your throat awkwardly, looking away and fixing your clothes.

Matsumoto stared at you for a minute before a knowing look crossed her face, her lips curled up into a grin. “Y/N-chan is having boy problems~!” She sang. “I can’t believe little Y/N is having a problem with a boy! You’re finally growing up!”

Your eye twitched, a tic mark appearing just below your eye. So what if you never went hunting for guys? You were far more focused on yourself than trying to find a man.

“So tell me, who is it?”

“No one! I’m not having a boy problem!” you cried, but the dust of red on your cheeks gave away the lie, despite how hard you tried to conceal it. Matsumoto had radar for these kinds of things.

“Renji?”

“No way!”

“Ichigo?”

“Matsumoto…”

“Ooo, is it Hitsugaya-taichou?!”

“Never!”

“That’s cold, Y/N-chan~” She whined, a pout on her lips.

“Matsumoto!” you groaned, walking away from her. “I’m telling you, it’s not a guy!”

“Someone I don’t know, then.” She confirmed, following after you with a hand to her chin. She clearly wasn’t letting this go, like she ever did to begin with. “I’ve never seen you hang out with anyone I don’t know. Someone at school? A new friend, maybe?” She grinned in a cat like manner. “Ohh~? Love at first sight, perhaps~?”

“Love at first sight does not exist! It’s just bullcrap that people made up to explain lust for someone’s body!” Freeze. ‘Did that mean I was lusting for him? Had I mistaken this feeling for love, when really it was just my hormones going to work? Ugh!’ You were over-thinking this way too much. You shook your head again and continued walking, ignoring the questioning look from Matsumoto.

She followed after you silently at first, her hands behind her back as she leaned her body only slightly backward as she walked. Her eyes stayed trained on you as if searching for any little indication to solve the mystery, but you gave her none. What would happen if she found out who it was? What it was? Would she call you a traitor? Report you to her captain and then Soul Society?

She must have seen the worried look because she caught up to you, her hand lying gently on your shoulder, her voice matching. “You can tell me. I promise it’ll stay between us,”

“If… If something is forbidden -” you paused, swallowing hard. ” – does that mean it’s wrong?”

“Hmm?” She put an index finger to her chin, looking up at the sky. “That’s a good question. Depends on what it is, I guess.”

“Love?”

She blinked, staring at you for a minute. Things seemed to click in her head and she sent you a soft, knowing smile. “You fell for the enemy, didn’t you?” You stayed silent. How could you possibly admit that? It sounded so wrong out in the open like you had just murdered a million people. “Who is it?”

“His name is Starfk,” you answered softly, staring up at the darkening sky as you remembered the male. “He’s an Espada, part of Aizen’s Army.” you paused. “Does that make me a horrible person? I mean, maybe it’s in my head. I don’t even know the guy!”

Matsumoto smiled, wrapping her arms tight around your shoulders from the side and resting her cheek against your own, much like a mother would do to a child. You had always believed that Matsumoto would make a good mother. Aside from the drinking, anyway. “It’s not in your head. Your eyes are screaming your feelings. I can tell, your heart has already linked with his. It’s too late to pull out now.” She tightened her grip and lowered her voice, just above a whisper. “It doesn’t make you a horrible person, Y/N-chan. We can’t help who we fall in love with. I, too, am in love with the enemy.”

“That doesn’t count, Matsu!” you complained with a frown. “You fell for him before he was a traitor!”

“Not quite,” She shook her head with a sad chuckle. “He was a traitor from the very beginning. I just didn’t realize it.”

“We were all fooled.”

She nodded, releasing you and slapping your shoulder hard. “I say go for it!”

You scowled, rubbing your stinging shoulder. Was that really necessary? For her, you guessed it was.

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When you returned with the bag of store-bought food, you found the two hollows in the same place as before. You had vaguely wondered on the way back if they would even be there when you returned, figuring they used the food as an excuse to get away without a problem, but you were happy to find that they were still there. The thought that maybe they trusted you also made you feel happy.

But it may not even be that. They may just be that confident that they can kill you which, depending on what number Starrk is, he probably could.

When you entered the clearing, Lilinette’s head snapped up before her eye narrowed and she stalked over to you, resting her hands on her hips. “It took you long enough! I was beginning to think you ditched us!”

“Sorry. I ran into a friend on the way and we got to talking.” you held the bag out to her and she ripped it from your hands, returning to Starrk’s side before taking every item out and inspecting it with a sparkling eye. “It’s not much, just some junk food from the convenience store,”

Lilinette had settled for a bag of potato chips, but she seemed to be struggling to open it. Finally, she got so angry she ripped the bag into bits, scattering the salty treat all over herself, the laying Starrk, and the grass. Starrk opened his eyes to glare at her but, like earlier, she simply ignored him, reaching out to grab a chip that had landed on his stomach. She popped it into her mouth and began to chew. When she swallowed, her eye lit up again and she reached for more. “You have to try these, Starrk!”

He grunted in response, not making any movement indicating that he planned to do that.

Lilinette scowled at this. “We probably won’t get another chance! You said so yourself! So try it!”

You watched as the pair argued back and forth. It was amazing, seeing the way they reacted to one another. It was like they were brother and sister, the bond between them was clear as day. You bit your lip to stop from laughing when Lilinette tried to force him to eat the chips, at which they started to argue again. While Lilinette’s retorts were heated and annoyed, Starrk’s were half-hearted. It was amazing that the two could get along so well, but that was close to the same thing as Ichigo and Renji. They were always in each other’s face, but they had the other’s back when push came to shove.

“How long are you going to stand there?” Starrk asked, his eyes trained on you as he held the smaller girl back with one hand on her forehead. She struggled to get closer, but with his long reach and power, she failed with each attempt. “Sit,”

You smiled softly, avoiding his gaze while you took a seat on the other side of his body, facing him just as Lilinette had before she started to argue with him.

“Fine!” Lilinette scowled, sitting across from you with her arms crossed. “You better not change your mind, because I’m not sharing!”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” He mumbled, laying back down. He had to have been the laziest Espada ever.

Paying attention to Starrk, you failed to notice what Lilinette had picked up next. She shook it before setting it next to her ear. “What’s this?”

You glanced over, eyes growing wide. “Lilinette, wait – !”

But it was too late. She uncapped the bottle and it exploded in her face, covering her in the sticky substance. She blinked in surprise, a tic mark appearing on the back of her head. She growled, throwing the bottle across the clearing.

With a sigh, you removed your white button-up shirt and draped it over her head, using the sides to wipe her face off. “Honestly,” you whispered, ignoring her protests. You got the feeling that Starrk was watching you but you ignored it.

You felt a very familiar spiritual pressure and your body stiffened like a block of ice. It’d be bad if you were found with these two, but it’d probably end worse off for them.

Stark must have sensed it, too, because he stood up abruptly. “It’s time to leave, Lilinette.”

“But – !” she whined in complaint but Stark wouldn’t hear it.

“Let’s go.”

She pouted but stood and followed him. Before they could leave the clearing, you called out his name, making him turn and stare at you, his expression still blank. “Umm… will I get to see you both again?” you cursed yourself for almost slipping and asking solely about him. As much as you liked Lilinette, you couldn’t help yourself from wanting to spend one on one time with him.

He didn’t say anything, but he seemed thoughtful. Finally, he spoke the words you didn’t want to hear. “We will, on the battlefield as enemies.”

And then they disappeared.

You had already known that, but hearing those words from him… it made your heart ache in a way you didn’t know it could. You really hated this. How could someone make you feel so out of sync after less than an hour of knowing him? Well, you guessed by now it had been a little over an hour.

Caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t notice that the familiar reiatsu had finally reached you. At least not until he placed a hand on your shoulder to get your attention. Of course, he had to lean up on his tiptoes to reach that high.

“What are you doing way out here?” Toushirou questioned, glancing around at the surroundings. “You’re supposed to be on watch.”

“I, errr… I took a break, yeah, that’s it! I took a break!” you forced a grin, holding up a bag of gummy worms. You could tell by looking into his aqua-colored eyes that he didn’t believe you, that he could see through the mask you had forced up upon his arrival, and that he knew you were hiding something from him. But he didn’t question it or push it. He simply ordered you back to Urahara’s shop, lecturing you the whole way about abandoning your post without a word.

You couldn’t focus on his words, though. Your mind had strayed back to Starrk. You wanted to see him again, but you knew he was right. The only time you’d cross paths again would be on the battlefield, as enemies, trying to take one another’s life.

Life could be so cruel sometimes.

“Y/N!” Toushirou hollered, several tic marks appearing on his head as he glared at you.

“Y-Yes?” you swallowed, hard. He may have been small and downright adorable, but he was sca~ry when he got angry. And boy did he look angry.

“Did you hear a single word I said?” He questioned, his voice labored as he tried to keep calm. Keyword: tried.

“Ehehe… no?”

“Y/N!!”

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It had been a while since the day you met Starrk and you knew you had been acting like a depressed nut job. You always thought it was so stupid when people acted like that, just to blame love for it. You thought it was stupid and sickening, yet here you were, acting the same way you swore you never would.

But you couldn’t help it. You tried your best to forget about him, but he plagued your mind day and night. You thought about him, you dreamed about him. It was horrible. You knew that the others were worried, but what could you do? You weren’t even fully prepared to accept being in love with him, it was just too ridiculous to believe. You were honestly so tired of it that you were tempted to ask Urahara for help. But, what could he do?

Sure, he was a freaking genius that seemed to know everything, but could he really fix matters of the heart? You were pretty damn sure there was no cure for love-sickness…

You sighed, your head flat on the cold wood surface of the desk as you stared at the window. The sky was a bright, baby blue with just a few fluffy white clouds scattered about. It was the exact same as that day and it filled you with a new sense of longing.

‘Damn bastard. The hell did I have to fall for you for?’ And he probably had no clue. You doubt he’d feel the same, anyway. You were just a mere human and how could an all-powerful hollow, Espada or otherwise, ever fall for a mere human? Even if that human was on the same length as a Shinigami. But that was besides the point. It was a matter of principle and pride!

“Y/N-chan?”

You twitched at that voice. You knew that voice. You hated that voice. Don’t get me wrong. you didn’t hate Orihime, per se, you just… strongly dislike her. But it’s nothing personal, you just really can’t stand damsels in distress, and she’s kind of… well, she always needs saving. It pissed you off. She gives all women a bad name and makes them seem weak! Still, you didn’t want to be an ass to her, knowing how Ichigo and the others cared about her. “Yes?”

“Are you okay?” She asked, softly.

You didn’t bother looking at her. ‘Where does she get off being worried about me? We’re not even friends,’ “Fine,”

“Really? Because the fact that you’ve sighed about a hundred times since you entered the room and class hasn’t even started yet says different.” Tatsuki commented.

Of course, your lie wasn’t very believable, but she didn’t have to shoot it down like that.  “I’m perfectly fine.”

“Ugh, you’re so hopeless! Let’s go, Orihime!”

“But – ”

“They’ll be fine!”

You scoffed, glad that they had finally left you alone. You tried to close your eyes, hoping to get some sleep which you had been deprived of since that day, but it didn’t work. Every time you closed your eyes, you thought of him and his stupid beautiful blue eyes. ‘Asshole,’ “Damn it!” you slammed your forehead against the wood, harder than you meant to. This resulted in you springing back in your seat, clutching your forehead and muttering, “ow!” under your breath.

“Idiot. The hell was that for?” Ichigo asked as he took his seat in front of you.

“You’re right,” you muttered.

His body tensed as he froze, slowly turning around to look at you with wide, fearful eyes. “Did you just… agree with me?” He twitched, springing up and grabbing your shoulders. “You never agree with me! Is the world ending?! Are you sick?! How long do you have to live?!”

You cocked your head to the side, staring at him like he was an idiot. Which he was, but that’s beside the point. “Ichigo?”

“Yes?!”

“Are you on crack?”

“What – Ow!!”

You glanced at Rukia, who had just kicked Ichigo in the back, thus sending him flying into the wall of the classroom, and smiled. “Thank you, Rukia~”

“Sure thing,” She grinned with pride, sitting at the desk beside Ichigo’s. “But, it is a bit weird. You’ve been acting strangely for a while now,”

“Ever since they came back with Toushirou,” Ichigo commented, rubbing his back and throwing a glare at the short shinigami before retaking his seat.

“That’s Captain Hitsugaya.”

“Oh, hey Toushirou.”

A tic mark appeared on the small captain’s head at the blatant disrespect, but before he could act on that annoyance, his lieutenant stepped forward, instantly gaining the attention of every male in the classroom.

“Y/N-chan is in love~” She cooed, winking at you.

Each and every one of them turned to look at you, bearing mixed expressions. You groaned, sinking down in your seat, feeling your cheeks getting hot. “I am not!”

“You are too!”

“Matsumoto,” Toushirou scolded before taking his seat. “Don’t force people into believing they feel something they don’t.”

“But, Taichou~!” She whined with a pout. “Y/N does feel it! They’re just in denial!”

“Denial?” Yumichika ran a hand through his hair. “Such an ugly thing.”

“Like you?” you muttered under your breath, but he heard you.

A tic mark appeared and he glared at you. “How dare you! And stop laughing, Ikkaku!”

Ikkaku had fallen against the wall, his arms wrapped tight around his stomach as his obnoxious laughter filled the classroom. It was contagious, apparently, because the rest of us soon joined him, other than Toushirou – whom you’ve never seen laugh – and Yumichika – who was the reason for the laughter.

It felt nice to laugh without a care in the world, but you should have known it wouldn’t last. You felt a small reiatsu, one you knew very well. It was faint and only lasted a second, but you knew it was there. And for some reason, you felt as if it were meant for you, meant to get your attention. You jumped up from your seat, ignoring the looks and calls of your friends, rushing past the teacher as she entered the room. You ignored her yells as you ran down the hall.

He was here. Starrk was here in the world of the living. Did that mean the battle was beginning? Did he have a reason for being here? You pushed your legs harder, using Shunpo to get you there as quickly as your power would allow. By the time you reached the clearing, you were out of breath and had to hunch over to regain your normal breathing pattern.

“Did you breathe at all on the way here?”

“Lilinette!” Your eyes caught hers and she grinned, clearly amused by your current state.

“Did you miss us that much?” She questioned, folding her arms over her chest and grinning smugly.

“Yeah, I did.” Why deny it? You wouldn’t admit to missing Starrk more than her, though. Your eyes looked farther across the clearing where Starrk stood, leaning against the tree with an expression that clearly said he didn’t want to be there. Your smile faltered and you quickly looked back to Lilinette. “What are you doing here?”

“That’s an easy one! See, Starrk – ”

“Lilinette!” Starrk yelled, cutting her off.

You blinked in surprise at him, that being the first time he had raised his voice. The last time they were here, no matter what she did or how much she annoyed him, he never once raised his voice, but this time was obviously different. What did Lilinette have to say that you weren’t supposed to hear? Orders from Aizen?

She pouted at him. “Fine, geez.”

You raised your eyebrow as silence fell over you. You were beginning to regret coming here. Starrk obviously wasn’t happy about it, and you knew Ichigo and the others were probably worried about the sudden exit you had taken. Maybe if you just slowly back away, you can leave without them noticing. You managed to make it one step before Lilinette caught on, turning her glare on you.

“Oh, no! You’re not going anywhere!”

“If they want to leave, let them.”

You winced. Maybe he didn’t mean anything by it, but then… why did it hurt so bad? You decided now was as good a time as any to use your wonderful lying skills that have gotten you out of quite a bit of trouble in the past. “Sorry, Lilinette. I really shouldn’t have come here, anyway. I was watching over a friend’s little sister and kinda left on short notice. I need to get back and make sure they’re okay. It was nice seeing you again, though.”

Without giving her a chance to respond, you turned on your heal and shunpo-ed away.

“Wait!” she cried, but it was lost amongst the wind rushing in your ears and the pounding of your heart in your chest.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You thought that, maybe, if you went to see him you’d feel better than you had this past couple of weeks. But that didn’t seem to be the case. You think it did more harm than good. ‘Thanks again, heart, you’ve screwed me over once more!’

What were you supposed to do now? You couldn’t return to school, not like this. It’d raise even more questions that you didn’t want to answer. Couldn’t go home, since you lived with Urahara. Couldn’t go to Ichigo’s because his dad would bug the hell out of you ’til you told him what’s bothering you. There was only one place you could go; the park.

As expected, the park was nearly deserted, just a few younger kids there with their parents. You followed the path, setting yourself down on a bench in the middle of the long walkway and under the shade of a tree, where no one was around to mess with you. You slid down, your head inclined towards the sky as your arm fell over your eyes.

You realized you brought this on yourself. It was stupid of you to believe that he would have wanted to see you. You were just a human, just trash, as Ulquiorra liked to say. Definitely not worth the time of a Hollow. And besides, you found it hard to believe that a Hollow could love, anyway. But… they felt other emotions, right? Well, except Ulquiorra. You found it hard to believe that he felt anything. The Espadas were different though.

They didn’t just take on human form, but they took on human emotion, too, even if they didn’t realize or understand it.

“Ahhh, but it doesn’t matter,” you sighed.

“What doesn’t matter?”

Your body tensed, ‘For the love of god, please tell me I imagined that’. Carefully removing your arm, you looked at the figure standing in front of you, his face as blank as it usually was. This was just not your day. Mentally slapping yourself, you re-covered your eyes with your arm and tried not to make a big deal out of it. “It’s nothing,”

“Weren’t you supposed to go babysit?” He questioned; you could feel him watching you carefully.

You almost twitched, ‘Damn lies. Do they always have to catch up to me?’ “They’re uh… running around playing, or something…”

He raised a brow. “Is there a reason for that lie?”

This time you did twitch. “You knew from the beginning, didn’t you?”

“Yes,”

“Figures,” you paused. “Where’s Lilinette?”

“Back in the forest. She sent me after you.”

‘Of course, he wouldn’t have come of his own free will, idiot.’ “Oh… right.”

Silence fell over you and you closed your eyes again, willing him to leave. You didn’t hear anything from him and assumed he had left. But, being the curious person you were, you had to check and make sure. When you removed your arm and opened your eyes, you were relieved that he wasn’t standing in front of you anymore, but when you glanced to the side, he was sitting on the bench next to you.

You jumped in surprise, nearly falling off the bench. The hell did Espada move around like cats? He glanced at you, amusement clear in his blue eyes. Still, his expression did not change. You were beginning to believe that Ulquiorra had competition.

The silence remained but you found one question, in particular, floating on your tongue. It came out before you could stop it. “I thought you said we’d see each other next on the battlefield?”

“I did,”

“You here because of Aizen again?”

“No. He doesn’t know we’re here.”

You raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit worried. Sure, he was strong, but was he strong enough to stand up to Aizen? “You sure that’s – ”

“It’s fine,” He shrugged, running a gloved hand through his hair.

“Alright then,” you muttered. “Why are you here, though?”

“If you were a cat, you’d have lost about six of your lives already, you know?” He questioned, clearly avoiding the question. Why didn’t he want you to know why he was here? It didn’t have anything to do with Aizen, right? Did he have plans of his own?

“Funny. Wanna tell me why you’re avoiding that question?”

“Seven lives,”

“Starrk,” you scowled at him, falling back against the bench. Were all Espada this difficult? Wait, you already knew the answer to that.

Starrk didn’t respond. He just closed his eyes and rested his cheek on his fist. With a sigh, you moved your gaze to the sky. Birds chirped above you as they made their way through the sky, bouncing from tree to tree as they chased each other. The wind blew your hair and rustled the bright green leaves on the trees. A few children could be heard in the distance, laughing as they played with their parents and friends. It was a beautiful day, one that should be enjoyed. The kind of day that you don’t expect anything to go wrong on. The sun was hidden behind a soft gray cloud and the day was cool. Not cold, but not hot, either. It was perfect.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to fully admire it. Your thoughts were too focused on the male sitting beside you.

Starrk stood up suddenly, startling you from your thoughts. He moved to stand directly in front of you, his eyes locked on your own. You couldn’t look away, even if you wanted to. Which you didn’t. “You still want to know why we came back?”

“Of course,”

“Because of you,”

“Me?” you blinked, pointing your index finger at yourself.

He nodded, moving his gaze to the sky above. “Since I can remember, I’ve always been alone. Because of how strong I was, no other hollow could stand to be around me. They always died because they weren’t strong enough to handle my power. I’m not sure when it happened, but because of that loneliness, my soul was split into two.”

“And Lilinette is the second half?” you guessed.

He nodded again. “I’m not even sure which of us was the original. But we were together to stop the loneliness that we felt. I still feel it, but it’s not as strong as it used to be, thanks to Lilinette. I joined Aizen because he made me believe that I could be around people without them dying. They were strong enough to be around me, but I was still lonely.” His eyes closed for a minute before reopening, this time locked with your own, his voice barely above a whisper. “You take that away, completely. I don’t feel lonely around you, and neither does Lilinette.”

You had no clue what to say. You had never been in a position like that before. Whenever Matsumoto would question you about it, you’d always reply, ‘I’ll cross that bridge when and if I come to it’, and now that you were at that bridge, you had no idea how to get across. You looked away from him, tugging at the collar of your shirt as your face started to heat up. You cursed yourself for that. ‘Like a blushing school kid, I swear,’

“You’re strong,” He stated.

You knew what he meant. You were strong enough to be around him without having to worry about his power destroying you. Did that mean he wanted to stay? “Starrk?”

“Hm?”

“Do you know what love is?”

His brow shot up in confusion. “No,”

You stood up, unable to believe what you were about to do. You got closer to him, staring into his eyes. “Then let me show you,” you grabbed the back of his head, forcing his lips down onto your own. You wanted to convey everything you felt and Matsumoto always told you that the best way to do that was through a kiss. She always said that when you kiss someone, that person can feel everything you felt, and you were hoping she was right.

Starrk relaxed, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you closer to his body. You felt it. That level of happiness that people say you can only feel when you’re in love. You could feel it so clearly and, suddenly, all that crap about love didn’t seem so stupid anymore.

You pulled back, smiling up at him. “I love you Starrk and I… I don’t ever want to be apart from you.”

His lips twitched up into a smile and his grip tightened. “You won’t have to be,”

“You’re not alone anymore.” you murmured, kissing him again. He responded instantly, his grip tightening. “Will you stay with me?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Finally! I told you they’d want you, Starrk!” The two of you pulled apart to look at the grinning blonde, who looked extremely proud of herself. “You should be thanking me! If I hadn’t pushed him into coming here, there’s no way he would of!”

You laughed, placing your hand on top of her head. “And how would you like me to repay you?”

She grinned. “I want more human food! The same as last time!”

You smiled as Starrk came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

Matsumoto had been right about everything. You were happy and you knew these memories would last you a lifetime.

~Fin~

“Wait, wait, wait.” you pushed the Fin sign out of the way before returning to Starrk’s side. “I have another question.”

“Of course you do.” He grinned softly. “Eight lives.”

“What number are you?”

“You don’t know?” He blinked. You shook your head and he sighed, removing the white glove from his left hand to reveal a big, bold 1 in black. “I’m the Primera,”

“Holy shit. Never would have guessed that one.”

“See? Even Y/N thinks you don’t act very Primera-like!”

“Oi, I never said that!”

“But that’s what you meant!”

“No, it’s not!”

Starrk sighed as he watched the two of you, a smile tugging at his lips. He really wasn’t alone anymore.

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