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Domestic life - Hybrid Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

"Well fortunately we have these hybrids that are to be put down in a few days if you don't like the other selections." A man in his forties tells (Your Name) as he opens the door to another hall with different hybrids, males and females. "A lot of them are all bark no bite. They still want to see another living day. Give them another chance in life and you'll see how amazing theses creatures are." He genuinely says with fondness petting some from outside the cage letting her walk around and decide. "Thanks give me a few minutes I would like to look around."

She was amazed with some of the hybrids. There were talks that people kept hybrid for sports or they were treated poorly in society. She felt sadden with the state of the world and decided she would like to keep one until it was ready to leave her house and starts its life anew again. She thought maybe adopting would be a great idea for some of these hybrids that needed a little love but ultimately she decided to buy one to set free later.

While walking up and down the aisle she came across some that didn't seem aggressive or others that didn't seem to care of her presence. There was one in particular that caught her eyes. A blue and white panther asleep in its cage with his body curled up in an awkward position. His description read that he was used for sport and was filed to be put down for misbehavior and his aggressiveness.

"I want this one." She tells the sales man as he gives her a worried look of her choice of hybrid. Panthers can be aggressive and closed off. They also are not good for starting families as they can get possessive of their owners.

Grimmjow ears perks up from the small conversion outside his cage as he opened his sleepy eyes to take a glimpse. "Must be the those pest coming to kill me" he thinks as he slowly processes his surroundings before his ears fully perk up.

"But I want him, I've had experience with aggressive hybrids in the past. You said some of them needed another chance and I want to be the one to give it to him." Grimmjow hears the female voice say with aggression towards the sales man who he's come to dislike. Any person who has came to buy him the sales man has told them no because he was too much to handle.

Irritation overcame Grimmjow as he lunged towards the sales man and hissed baring his teeth. "See I think Grimmy agrees with me!" (Your Name) proudly says with her hands on her hips beaming with pride.

"Tch the hell is this women talking about?"

The sales man sighs and looks at her crazy before giving up and nodding. "Alright but we have some paperwork to fill and also I'm giving you a number to call if he decides to attack you. Don't say I didn't warn you."

The process was fairly easy, Grimmjow had all his shots and was in a healthy state. They had to sedate him a few times because he had injured a few staff but after spending weeks here the aggression had settled down.

"He's not too bad honestly, give him time to adjust and he won't give you a hard time. He keeps to himself." A hybrid name Nel says from behind the desk as she typed in all the information needed for (Your Name) and her new hybrid Grimmjow.

"Thanks I'll keep that in mind."

When Grimmjows cage opened he didn't move, he thought maybe the sales man worked his magic and convinced the women he wasn't worth saving but he opened his eyes again to see her waiting for him to leave his cage. The feeling was foreign usually they had chains put onto him so he wouldn't escape but she was letting him walk free. Grimmjow wasn't gonna complain she bought him so he was gonna use all her stuff for free and finally get some rest from all these other hybrids giving him a headache. Well he did feel a little sorry for some to never see the light of day again.

Grimmjow in his animal form slowly checked his surroundings before making his way out the cage. "Well you're gonna live with me now. Let's go home." (Your Name) softly says allowing him to walk freely without chains or a leash.

Grimmjow stalks her from behind before ultimately getting bored she wasn't frightened of him. He was asleep most the car ride home. The cage was too noisy of other hybrids talking, yelling or crying. It was nice listening to white noise for once. As the car came to an abrupt stop Grimmjow growled at her for disturbing his sleep.

She paid no mind to him opening the door and letting Grimmjow out. "Come on, the car's comfortable but not as comfortable as a house." She tells him.

A house, he doesn't remember a time he's been in one. Stalking after her once again he was fast to check his surroundings before making his way in.

"Home sweet home!" She calls to him running to the couch to lay down. "By the way, I know hybrids can be in their animal and human form but don't feel pressured to change if you don't want to. I also know you can talk." (Your Name) tells Grimmjow as he walks around the house giving it a good sniff, checking if it's safe.

With nothing much to do he ignores her and hops onto the other couch closing his eyes. Grimmjow checks off that she was no danger to him and he could easily kill her if she tried something.

"Kay well I'll start dinner and show you to your room." (Your Name) says before leaning towards the kitchen and opening the fridge.

He didn't care, he was gonna freeload off her and make this home his whether she liked him or not.

Grimmjow dozed off to sleep again before he smelt something delicious catch his nose. They say curiosity killed the cat and he couldn't help but leap off the couch to investigate the delicious smell. His walks were silent as he stalked towards the kitchen.

(Your Name) was searing chunks of meat for him as he watched from afar. She was listening to music from her speakers while reading a recipe off her phone. While turning to plate everything up she felt startled from Grimmjow watching her. He was so quiet she didn't hear his footsteps.

"Oh jeez don't scare me like that, I could have dropped our dinner." She scowls a bit before pouting and placing it on the table.

Grimmjow smirks at her reaction before inching his way towards the food.

She set it on the floor and he gives her a demanding look. "What? You don't want to change out of that form and you're too big to sit on a chair so you have to eat from the floor."

He rolls his eyes mentally at her before taking the pieces of meat and ripping them to sheds. The food was good, he couldn't get enough of it. Before Grimmjow knew it the food was already gone and he was looking up at her with angry eyes. (Your Name) was lost in thoughts answering emails that a paw swiped her leg.

She looked down to see the food gone and she softly chuckled before getting up and getting some chicken she had stored. "Here, eat up." She tells him before finishing her dinner as well.

Grimmjow room was nice, the bed was big there was a drawl and desk as well as clothes. What most excited him the most was the pillows and blankets but he would never let her know that part. His tail was happily twitching but if (Your Name) saw she didn't comment on it.

"Kay well this is where the problem lays. You reek and need a shower." She tells him as Grimmjow turns to growl at her but she throws up a water sprayer to his face.

"Don't threaten me now or I'll spray you with water." She says as Grimmjow hissed and the water she sprayed hits his tongue and he retaliates from it.

Without much of a fight Grimmjow eventually gets into a tub of water and lets her wash him. Although he isn't so happy and his ears are down.

(Your Name) was calm as she scrubbed him lightly and made sure not to touch his sensitive parts. "There, isn't so bad is it? Promise you'll be safe here." She tells him as Grimmjow looks at her with eyes that are unreadable.

With the night getting late she leaves him to his room and leaves him alone for the rest of it.

"Good night." She tells him before going into her room for the rest of the night.

After a few months their routine was pretty standard and much didn't change. (Your Name) would feed him a big breakfast before leaving to work and returning during her breaks to feed him again before leaving again. Grimmjow was feeling a little lonely without her yapping at him. She yapped about the most random things he didn't understand. He still appreciated having her as company sometimes. Grimmjow never spoke to her though, he was frustrated that (Your Name) was getting under his skin. Pride settled into him most days and when he wanted something he would put a paw on her or nudge his head across her legs.

One evening she came home very late and Grimmjow was not happy at all. He was expecting to give her a hissy fit by destroying one of her pillows but she came home in tears sobbing about her job and some coworkers being mean. Grimmjow guessed she had a bad day as he watched her lay in bed ignoring his presence.

"Not now Grimmjow, I've had a rough day. You probably don't even care." She says with eyes closed and tears falling into her pillow.

"Stupid women." He thinks before jumping into her bed and laying his head on her tummy offering comfort. Grimmjow feels warm, he likes her enough not to throw a fit anymore. A hand reaches out behind his ears as she scratches them and he purrs a little.

"This is the first time I've heard you purr Grimmjow." She says surprisingly as he stops and flicks his tail with annoyance. "Hey don't stop! I don't mind." Grimmjow closes his eyes and drifts to sleep after.

Unbeknownst to Grimmjow he was so comfortable laying with (Your Name) he changed to his human form, tail and ears still visible. Although instead of his head laying on her tummy he was big spooning her.

(Your Name) felt a wave of heat overcome her body as she groaned in her sleep. She's pretty sure her eyes are puffy as they felt heavy to open. "Grimmjow move a little, it's getting hot." She complains trying to turn on her side but his big body has her caged between his arms.

With annoyance she shoots out of bed to push him but instead she screams and grabs her spray bottle. "Is that you Grimmjow?!"

Spraying his face wakes Grimmjow up as he yells "dammit women I'm trying to sleep!" His ears pulled back and tail flapping aggressively.

(Your Name) laughs and she laughs so hard she can hardly breathe. "I can't believe I'm seeing you like this for the first time." She says and after realizing her big panther was finally showing his true form she smiles a bit to herself forgetting why she cried in the first place.

Grimmjow was not so happy as he was fuming with annoyance and he was hangry. He throws all her pillows at her before stomping off.

"I was wondering how you used the bathroom this whole time you know." She teases Grimmjow following him into the kitchen as he plopped his ass in a chair for the first time in years.

"Shut it women before I go back to not speaking to you ever again."

"Whatever, bet you were getting lonely not using that pissy mouth of yours." (Your Name) throws back at him getting ready to start dinner.

Grimmjow keeps his silence watching as she moves around the kitchen once more. Everything was still foreign to him especially being back in this form after so long.

"So how are you liking it here?" She strikes up a conversation although her back is to him. He can feel a shakiness to her voice like she was scared to ask him.

"It's fine." He states and Grimmjow swore he saw her shoulder slump a little.

"Ahh well it won't get any better than this."

Grimmjow knows she's right but his pride won't let him admit it. She dishes up dinner and places it on the table for the both of them. "Thought you would want to try something different for dinner." She exclaims as he stares at a triangular shape of food. "It's called pizza, sorry I was too tired to cook much tonight."

"Tch getting lazy now." Grimmjow complains as she brings the spray bottle close to his face before returning to dinner.

Grimmjow hated to admit but whatever this pizza thing was, was actually good. He ate everything with no complaints and she snickered at him.

Although she hasn't fully looked his way Grimmjow knows he is an ugly wild beast so he understood if she was a little on edge. "tch women can't even look at me."

"You can still sleep with me at night if you want. I mean... since you aren't in your panther form nothing has changed. You can still do whatever you want." (Your Name) explains again before clearing the dishes quickly. Grimmjow watches as her heart rate had fasten and her cheeks began to change color.

"Why's your face pink?" Grimmjow asks nonchalantly as he knits his brow and she throws a kitchen towel at him. "It's not pink jerk and it's called blushing! Anyways good night I'm tired now!" She shouts making her way quickly to her room.

Grimmjow was rather confused of her behavior but didn't say a word as he made sure all the doors were locked. At least he was doing what she did every night before heading to his room. He could only smirk. Maybe being in this form wasn't so bad.

It took (Your Name) a few weeks to adjust to Grimmjow and his new form. She's grown to understand how he likes things, his body language and the way he talks. It was nice having someone to communicate with again. Although she still had a hard time looking at him because well.... He was very much good looking, handsome, sexy. She could go down the list.

She did miss his paws on her or his light head nudges. Now that Grimmjow was talking he just demands what he wants now.

"Hey I don't mean to pry but the scars on your body." She asks one night as they sat in her garage, Grimmjow drinking water as he stops punching the punching bag she got him.

"Oh these? They're nothing just from the hybrid fights." He nonchalantly says before turning his attention back to the punching bag.

(Your Name) didn't pry but from what others have told her hybrids lived in cages in the most filthy conditions.

"Well let's go shopping tomorrow! I'm off and you get to spend the whole day with little ole me!" She beams at him but Grimmjow couldn't understand the concept of shopping.

"What, gonna get yourself another hybrid to keep you company now that you're bored of me? I'll scare the piece of shit away." He threatens while punching the bag keeping his focus on her.

"What are you talking about stupid? Shopping as in clothes? Food? Also I need to get you a phone." She says in disbelief of his attitude now.

"Tch, could have said so women." He says as (Your Name) remembers the sales man saying that panthers and other hybrids can get very possessive of their owners. She didn't think Grimmjow was but she never tested the theory out.

"Whatever stay cooped up in here then." She huffs going back inside the house to entertain herself with some reality tv. Grimmjow only stares at her figure walking away as he grits his teeth. She was driving him crazy, there was a warm fuzzy feeling he felt in his stomach that he did not like.

After another hour Grimmjow cleans up and heads to find her in her room on her phone. "So what's a phone?" He asks curiously watching her play with the little rectangle thing.

She pats the empty space on her bed and explains it's a device to communicate with people as well as a form of entertainment. "I need to get you one now. So I can update you or you can text me when I'm busy." She tells him.

Grimmjow hums in responds and hesitantly reaches for her body but pulls back. Her eyebrows are raised as she turns to look at him. He was contemplating on whether to touch her or not.

"We've cuddle when you were a cat what's so different now?" She asks as he only gives her a frown.

"You can't even look at me for a long time without averting your eyes." He bites back as she gaps her mouth and pouts. "That's not true."

After a moment of silence she puts her phone down and turns off the lamp. Grimmjow only stares back at her confused of her actions. (Your Name) hesitantly grabs his hand and places it on the top of her hips before closing her eyes to sleep.

Grimmjow didn't protest, a little part of him wanted to be near her. After all he sought to find her. He closes his eyes and sleeps as well.

Getting Grimmjow in the car and the drive was fine but, she could tell that he was very anxious about being in the public eye especially since he didn't have much interaction before. As (Your Name) got out of the car he followed behind trailing. She only sighed at his actions but understood that big crowds were something he didn't like.

Grimmjows eyes scanned every face and even saw some hybrids on their own. Good for them he thought bitterly. Of course he was kept as a pet, that's how the humans thought of them. He couldn't help but feel a little sour looking towards (Your Name).

"Doing okay?" Her voice reaches his ears as she settled with the same pace as him. Grimmjow only grunted while some people stared at his 'wild' features. They were dirt to his foot and he could have easily beat the shit out of them.

Making their way to the store he stood only inches away from (Your Name). "Which one do you like?"

He looks at the blue one and she only smirks before making the purchase.

"So hybrids can live a normal life too?" He asks curiously while taking a glance at a few that were walking around the stores.

"It's not uncommon but they are still treated like second class citizens."

He could only roll his eyes, the humans have never changed.

As time passed (Your Name) was walking around different stores purchasing clothes as she took a pause in her step and told Grimmjow he could pick anything out he wanted. He stopped in his steps and gave her an annoyed look.

"I don't care for these things." He explained before walking ahead leaving her to chase his long strides.

"I'm trying to help you Grimmjow!" She tells him as it irk a nerve and he twisted his body to meet hers.

"I don't give a shit, I'm a pet after all!" He yelled causing some pedestrians to stare and whisper amongst each other.

An officer from the store came out and warned (Your Name) to keep her 'pet' in check or they would be kicked out. Embarrassment came over her features as she continued to apologize to people who watched or sneered as she took Grimmjows hand and directed them out.

The drive back was awkward. Grimmjow was angry and (Your Name) was silent. She had an unreadable expression on her face. Once they got home she went straight to her room and Grimmjow only scoffed and slammed his door in an attempt to piss her off.

Since Grimmjow was a hybrid his hearing was more sensitive than humans and he could hear her shuffling around her room. Talking to someone on the phone. He suspected it was 'animal control' as he cursed and slammed her door open before she could kick him out.

"What the fuck you prick?" She screams as he snatched her phone and hung the phone call up.

"Tryna get rid of me already?" He sneered cornering her to wall as she held her hands onto his chest. There was hurt behind her eyes as she pushed him off.

"Leave me alone, it wasn't 'animal control' if you were that concerned. I'm going out tonight. I showed you how to use a phone, the kitchen, so keep yourself company or watch tv. I'm leaving." The bitterness in her voice explains as she opened her closet to throw on her dress and Grimmjow averted his eyes towards her ass.

"The fuck you going?" He asks as she threw on some heels and fixed her hair.

"Away from you, fyi I never adopted you. I just bought you from them so you wouldn't get killed. You're free to leave if you hate it here so much. Try surviving on your own then!"

She slams her front door getting into her car driving off as Grimmjow cursed and threw himself onto the couch. "She's being sensitive for no reason." He voices closing his eyes, irritation on his face. He was bored now that she was gone. Grimmjow had never seen (Your Name) so angry before as he huffed knowing he was in the wrong for snapping at her.

(Your Name) decided to go to the bar with some friends as she drank and danced to cool off some steam. "Hey how's your hybrid?" Ichigo asks as he pays for their drinks and she could only pout while taking the liquor.

"He's been an asshole, we got into a fight."

"Sorry I know our type is hard to get along with." Ichigo sheepishly says, his lion ears twitching from all the music.

"It's fine. I'm here to enjoy the night."

(Your Name) frowned a little thinking about Grimmjow, what he did when she was gone or if he's eaten dinner. She wished he would enjoy life more instead of cooping up in her house everyday. She understood coming from his violent past Grimmjow wasn't comfortable going out in public but she looked at all the other hybrids that have overcame their challenges. Grimmjow just needed a little nudge.

"Bastards probably enjoying all his alone time."

Her and Ichigo dance a little more that night after meeting up with more of their friends to bar hop.

"Don't drink to much (Your Name) you have to drive home!" Rukia warned as they walked into another bar and she could only laugh at the tiny girl before clinging onto Ichigo for assistance to the bar.

"You have to drive her home." Rukia tells Ichigo as he silently acknowledged and helped (Your Name). Tailing her moves to keep a watchful eyes of perverts and weirdos. Ichigo understood hybrids can be difficult to handle. He also had a rough patch with humans so he understood (Your Name) needed this time to enjoy herself. Her phone rang in her purse as Ichigo cursed seeing as (Your Name) was striking up a conversation with Rukia again. Ichigo answers the phone instead.

"The fuck you at? It's late." Grimmjow voice comes out as Ichigo gave a puzzled look and sighed. "This must be the hybrid she saved."

"Hey I'm (Your Name) friend, she's dancing right now but I can let her know you called." Ichigo says as he heard a loud noise emit from the phone and a few curses before the call ended. Ichigo knew he might have to fight another hybrid on the way to (Your Name) house.

Ichigo drove (Your Name) home as she tried to sober up on the drive back. "Ugh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get this drunk. There's been a lot going on." She apologizes again as Ichigo gives her a small smile and held her hand for reassurance. "Hey it's fine, we all get those days. I don't mind helping a friend out but also be careful at home. Your hybrid Grimmjow seemed very angry on the phone."

(Your Name) giggles a little knowing that Grimmjow was positively jealous.

"How will you get home?" She asks Ichigo as he reassured her that Rukia was following them home so he had a ride back.

Grimmjow can hear her car pull up as he sees another hybrid carrying (Your Name) towards the door. He's pissed and angry another hybrid was marking their scent on her as he swung the door open and snatched (Your Name) from Ichigo.

"Hey I'm not here to fight." Ichigo threatens watching how Grimmjow was holding her possessively and keeping a keen eye on him.

Grimmjow lets out a growl as Ichigo growled back.

"Stop! Ichigo is my friend, you won't treat him like a stranger or fight each other." (Your Name) demands at Grimmjow hugging his upper body to separate the two.

"Fool come out here." Rukia voice calls out to Ichigo as he growled one last time to Grimmjow before taking a step out the door.

Rukia and (Your Name) give each other a knowing look before taking each hybrid away from each other. "Thanks you guys. I'll see you soon." She tells them before closing the door and turning to a pissed off Grimmjow.

He immediately tears her dress apart as she gasps from such strength he possessed. His growls were prominent as he tried to get Ichigo scent off her. Grimmjow couldn't understand why he was acting like she was his mate but something about another hybrid scent on her drove him insane.

"Stop!" She screamed at him as he threw the garments across the room and stormed off.

(Your Name) was hazy at this point, she picked up her dress and went straight to her room.

Grimmjow would never hurt her, she knew he had said mean things but he would never lay a hand, no matter how angry he got.

Lost in thought of Grimmjows tantrum she hurled towards the toilet, her mascara running down and hair pulled back.

Grimmjow could hear her throwing up from in the garage as he used the punching bag. He was blowing off steam as well. It wasn't until the sound of her gagging had his ears perking up. "Stupid annoying women" he cursed making his way to her room.

Grimmjow sees her figure over the toilet looking sorry for herself.

He walks behind her to hold her hair before drawing a bath for her.

"It's fine. I can take care of myself!" She explains shooing his body away but Grimmjow doesn't let her. He lifts her naked body into the tub and starts using all the soaps she had.

"You know each soap is different right?" (Your Name) states with attitude as Grimmjow tail flicks with annoyance.

"Shut up you stink." He says before washing her body and hair. (Your Name) only pouts and lets Grimmjow continue his routine of a bath.

While washing her Grimmjow could see there was still some sadness behind her eyes as he cleared his throat. "Did I scare you?" He asks.

"No, I was just startled. It's my fault anyways. I brought a potential threat to you." (Your Name) softly says while looking down at the water. She felt ashamed for bringing a competition to the house. She could see why Grimmjow was upset.

"He's not competition. You're mine and scent is a big thing with hybrids." He explains lifting her body out the water and wrapping a towel around her.

"I'm sorry." (Your Name) continues as Grimmjow couldn't even remember why they were fighting in the first place.

"Es fine, I guess I'm sorry too." He says nonchalantly but (Your Name) could only giggle at his expression of trying to be straight face while apologizing.

"Stop laughing women and change." Grimmjow says turning the other way as she followed his steps.

"But I wanna cuddle tonight please!" She begs still a little tipsy walking into his room, or what Grimmjow would say: his territory.

A dangerous line was being crossed but Grimmjow would never let her know that his rut was going to come soon.

"No."

"Yes."

"Piss off."

"You piss off pussy!" She throws back as he glares at her and throws her onto the bed.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Grimmjow grins. Her towel threatening to peel off. "Give me a shirt." She demands as he knits his brow in confusion.

"Why?"

"So I can smell like you stupid."

Heat rushed over his groin. Grimmjow still had animal instinct and the fact that (Your Name) wanted his scent all to herself left him hard.

After putting on his shirt she waited for Grimmjow to join her in bed but he was standing by the door. "Come sleep with me." She pouts opening up his blankets as he hisses under his breath.

Grimmjow would not give into temptation. He knew his painfully hard dick would be hard all night but (Your Name) was even harder to pry off. Without much of a choice he slips under the covers as she curled her body in his.

"Let's just forget about all the fighting today. I like when we are happy." She explains half asleep.

Grimmjow stayed silent as he took her hand into his and drifted to sleep, hoping his hard dick would soften by morning.

The sheets never felt more comfortable to Grimmjow as he purred in his sleep, a hand stroking his hair unknowingly to him as he slept like a baby. A sigh escapes his lips as he nudged more into her hands that were caressing his hair and face.

"cute kitty" (Your Name) scowls before a genuine smile plasters her face. Grimmjow was leaning more into her touch, his fine lines of irritation gone.

She had awoken a few hours after the disasters of yesterday. Leaving his bedroom she heads downstairs to make a big breakfast.

Once Grimmjow feels the comforting warmth was gone he frowns in his sleep and flips to his side to find it cold. He growls out of annoyance because (Your Name) was providing so much comforts to his sleeps now.

Heading out of bed he pulls on a hoodie and stalks to (Your Name). He was silent walking into the kitchen as he puts a hand on her head as a gesture to let her know he was there.

"Oh good morning!" She beams as he looks down to see she was still wearing his shirt. He glances the other way and grunts as a response.

"Hey." Grimmjow calls out as he sheepishly reminds her that his rut was coming soon. "My rut is coming."

A blush appears on her face as she shrieks and turns back to the food that was cooking on the stove. Grimmjow just takes a seat on the counter waiting for her response.

"Um... I can't take you to the store so we can find something to satisfy you during that period."

He could only smirk as he felt generous today so he set the table up for breakfast.

"Sounds good to me." He says as curiously got the better of her.

"I don't know why that never crossed my mind... how did you deal with it in the past?" (Your Name) nervously asks filling his plate with eggs, sausages and bacon.

"My hands, or fucking other hybrids when we got the chance too or ride the pain out." He nonchalantly says eating his breakfast. Grimmjow could see that (Your Name) was genuinely curious, humans don't have heats or ruts.

"Ah I'm sorry, you could have told me before." There was silence between them as they ate but the silence was comforting. Grimmjow was comfortable enough to let (Your Name) know his most vulnerable state was coming and she was genuine not to judge how hybrid body's work.

"I won't be a bother... I've dealt with it in the past. I'll just stay in my room during that period." Grimmjow tries to sooth her seeing she was lost in thoughts about the whole conversation.

"Oh don't worry, I'll be working throughout the day anyways so... I'll order some toys for you."

Grimmjow was thankful she was helping his little problem that was going to arise but his other problem was her scent now. He was getting attached to (Your Name) and it annoyed him that a women like her could catch his heart. He would never let her know that.

After (Your Name) did her research on hybrids about their heat/rut, reading the articles made her blush. It wasn't uncommon for hybrids and humans to sleep together although society thought of it to be a sin.

"Um what toys would you like?" She bashfully shows her laptop to Grimmjow as he leans over her head to examine them.

"I don't know any of those things, my hands are good." He tells her before smirking, teasing (Your Name).

"Those rubber looking dicks are for women, bet you got one of those seeing as I've never seen a man in here before."

She slammed her laptop and grabbed the water spray so fast Grimmjow didn't have a chance to dodge. "Shut your trap pussy cat, I get off when I need too!" Embarrassment washes over her feature before she stomps off.

Grimmjow only laughs as he prayed his rutting period wouldn't make him crazy.

(Your Name) and Grimmjow went back to their normal schedule of routine. It had been a few days since their last conversation about his rut. She couldn't help but be curious if he had slept with a lot of women in the past.

The thought of him with another women irked her nerves as she frown.

"It's not like we are even dating or I'm his mate!" (Your Name) pouts as she applied her skincare onto her face before making her way into bed. Dinner tonight was fine, Grimmjow was more quiet than normal though.

(Your Name) had some ideas to leave the house for a few days during that period but knowing Grimmjow he would destroy it if she was not home.

"Hey." Grimmjow says while knocking on her door.

"When did the kitty cat have manners?" she calls out to Grimmjow as her door slams open and he looks irritated. "oh there's the Grimmjow I know."

"Tch, shut it women. I'm sleeping with you tonight."

Her face blushed as she turned the other way to grab her tv remote. They've only slept together a handful of time but it still gave her a warm fuzzy feeling whenever he was touched up next to her.

"Come join me then." she offers climbing into bed making herself comfortable to enjoy the night. Grimmjow goes quiet again as he lays down and faces her way. Tv bored him, some shows were interesting but he rather just tease her the whole night.

"Why're you staring." (Your Name) then asks as she turns on a movie, her eyes glued to the screen.

"Nothing much to stare at." Grimmjow explains as she grabbed her pillow to suffocate him but he grabbed her arms before she could react and howls out of laughter. "Why do you think everything is about you?" he proceeded to ask.

"Usually when people say that it means we aren't pleasant to look at."

Grimmjow only scoffs "I meant there's nothing in your room to look at, course I'm gonna look at you."

(Your Name) hearts start to race as she only scowls at him before scooting closer to his heat. The rest of the night was silent as he drifted sleep. (Your Name) finally calms down as she brushed a few pieces of hair out of his face before kissing him on the forehead. Grimmjow would never know.

The next morning her bed was empty as she looked around the house to find Grimmjow.

"I'm leaving to work." (Your Name) tells Grimmjow as he was punching the bags, back facing her. He didn't reply so she rolled her eyes and left.

Grimmjow that morning woke up feeling hot and sweaty, he knew his rut was here once his dick was squished between her ass while they cuddled. Not wanting to make a scene a Grimmjow thought blowing off some punches would distract his wants and needs but it didn't help as he cursed and went straight to his room.

He had laid in bed, his body flushed as he used his hands for relief. "Maybe I should have gotten them damn toys." he thinks as he grits his teeth to look at his leaking dick. Grimmjow whimpers because the feeling was not enough, living in a home had made him soft. He was losing his self restraint.

Grimmjow chases the thoughts of (Your Name) running her tongue from his shaft to his tip, eyes meeting his as she giggles and gives it a few kitten licks before hollowing her checks to suck him fully.

He thinks about eating her went cunt and ass from behind as she moans into the sheets gripping her cheeks to spread apart for him.

Grimmjow imagines her riding his dick, her eyes rolling as her tits gave him a show.

He curses as he chased his first release and growls because he was still painfully hard. Grimmjow needed to feel her wet cunt sucking him whole, needed to hear their skin slapping together and needed to bite her beautiful precious neck. Grimmjow needed to make her his.

He gets up to splash water on his face, those were horny thoughts. "I don't actually like her." Grimmjow tells himself but he cannot deny that (Your Name) has him wrapped around her little fingers. Grimmjow decides to lock his door all day before curling into bed to ride out the rut.

"I'm home!" (Your Name) yells a few hours after work as she carries in take out for dinner. "Grimmjow come eat dinner!"

The house was dark, nothing seemed out of place and there was no noise from any of the rooms. (Your Name) carries herself up the stairs to open Grimmjows door but its locked and she frowns. "Hey come eat." her voice gentle and soft.

(Your Name) didn't get any response for a few minutes before she heard rustling and whimpering. Her face redden as she remember that his rut was happening now. Without protesting she walks back downstairs to eat.

She was sadden Grimmjow was ignoring her but then she remembered he probably wasn't attracted to her and did not want her help. Her eyes downcast as she ate dinner alone, it was unusually quiet. The night was lonely without him.

She settled into bed leaving soft music playing hoping music may give him a sense of comfort.

Grimmjow hears (Your Name) when she gets home, when she calls out to him. He can hear her eat dinner alone as well as her sad sighs. He can hear the soft music coming from her room and her light snores.

(Your Name) was a nice caring women, cared to much about what other people thought. He did not want her help all the time, she was always caring his weight and slack. He could ride his rut out. At least that's what Grimmjow thought as he smelt her arousal.

"Baby really wants me bad." he grits as he made his way to her room. The door opened easily as he finds her asleep. (Your Name) arousal filled his nose as he moaned and made his way to her.

He finds one of her toys on the side of her bed as he ferally grinned, she was a naughty little thing pleasuring herself while he was on his rut.

Grimmjow dips onto the bed and licks her cheeks, licks her neck, licks her ears as (Your Name) groaned before slipping her hands into his hair.

"Grimmjow." She whispers as he hums in response to her voice as shivers went down his spine. "What are you doing?"

"Making you mine, I want you." He breathlessly confesses as his eyes dilated from the expression on her face.

"You want me?" she asks with excitement in her voice.

"If it wasn't obvious."

(Your Name) gives Grimmjow a bear huge as he groans from her body squished against his, the heat rushing down to his dick.

"Sorry.. let me help you."

Grimmjow is silent but can't help look at (Your Name) with genuine eyes, she was selflessly allowing him to destroy her. Not in the way of sleeping together but emotionally and physically. He was a hybrid and after bonding herself to him she would have to deal with him for the rest of their lives.

"No, I need to be sure you want this, you want me, you want the dirty stares, you want the second class treatment. You want my kittens. You want a world where I am even though the world won't treat us fairly."

(Your Name) gasps as she cups Grimmjows face, a smile is plastered on her face. "I want everything about you Grimmjow. I can't imagine my life alone again. Even if it means going against society."

Grimmjow was satisfied with her answer as he pressed his lips to hers. Her taste was so addicting as he groaned sucking her bottom lip cupping her breast.

"Please be gentle." she asks then as he gives her a dumbfounded look.

"No I'll let my dick rip you apart." he sarcastically replies throwing (Your Name) onto her back and she rolls her eyes. "There you are, was about to say you were breaking character for a moment."

"tch, I want to make sure you know that I'm staying her forever."

(Your Name) doesn't reply but gives him a kiss again.

Grimmjow discards their clothes as he settles between her legs lifting them slightly giving access to her dripping pussy. He presses his nose against it and sighs before giving her clits a long lick. Lapping up her juices Grimmjow grinds into the bed as she moaned grabbing his hair.

"Fuck this pussy doing me good." he says sucking on her clit lips before going back to devour her again. "is it that good?" she asks flushed from his compliment.

He hums and flips her to all fours spreading her cheeks. Her little puckering hole welcoming him as he moans before spitting on her ass. "Baby let me eat your ass." he asks and she whimpers a yes please. He grins as his tongue rimmed her ass and she gasps the feeling was foreign but felt good. Grimmjow uses one hand to massage her clit and the other to stick a finger into her puckering hole.

"Feel good baby."

"yes so good." she breathlessly says as he alternated between licking her clit and ass again.

Grimmjow slaps her ass before lifting her body up to his. "I need you now I can't wait." he pleads as she nods fisting his dick. As he entered her she squirmed because of his huge size.

"To big, hurts." she cries as grimmjow flips her onto her back giving her kitten kisses while pushing in more. "Grimmjow!" she whines as he shushes her again biting her shoulder. (Your Name) whimpers the whole time Grimmjow eases himself into her pussy.

"es okay baby, pussy sucking me good." he says as she nods with a whine. Grimmjow massages her clit as she groans in relief. His hands distracting her from his dick ripping her apart. Grimmjow bottoms out as he praises to her "doing good baby, taking me well."

Within a few minutes of (Your Name) adjusting to his size she moaning into his mouth as he pushes into her, rutting his hips into hers. He keeps a steady pace as Grimmjow watches her fucked out expression. "fuck." he groans taking one of her tits into her mouth as she gasps under him. He swirls his tongue around her nubs loving the thought she would produce milk one day.

He bites down as she cries out. "More." She demanded as Grimmjow smirked and pushed her into a mating position. His balls slapping her ass in a rhythm.

"I want to cum Grimmjow please, please." she begs as he bit into her neck giving them bruised marks.

"Kay baby let me help you."

They go into doggy style as he massages her clit and (Your Name) is squirming under his touch.

"I'm close." she whispers as Grimmjow slams into her pussy slowly but thoroughly letting his dick hit her g spot each time. "yes right there." she praises as her body starts to shake and his dick was sucked into her pussy even more.

She was a moaning mess under him as she hit her orgasm. Grimmjow kisses her back all the way to her ass before slamming into her roughly again to chase his.

He grits his teeth taking one finger into her ass as she cries into the sheets.

"Almost baby." he coos as she whimpers in response. After a few more thrust he spills into her and he bites down onto her shoulder.

Grimmjow pulls out and watched both their cum spill out of dripping cunt.

"I can go a few more rounds." He warns her as she agreed to help him more.

(Your Name) didn't go into work for a few days after, her body was sore and Grimmjow was surprising sweet to her the whole time his rut was happening.

After his rut was over he was different although still rough, easy to irritate but his snaps were just warnings and he doted onto her every chance he got.

"I wish we did this sooner." (Your Name) pouts as Grimmjow purrs into her neck while she watched the outside rain. The coziness of her home drawing them to a lazy comfort. There were candles lit as well as soft jazz music playing in the background.

"mmm." he responds giving her neck a few licks before cuddling back into her. "You're my women."

She chuckles lightly and gives Grimmjow a big hug.

"So it seems, I wouldn't want it any other way."

(Authors note: Hear me out, I want to make a hybrid Grimmjow series. WHOSE WITH ME ON THIS ONE! also I am very bad at writing smut but love to read it so I apologize it isn't the best. I'm afraid I am a nasty girl. But since he is coming back into the series I thought we deserved this little fluff/smut oneshot of him.)

#bleach #bleach x reader #bleach imagines #bleach oneshot #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow x reader #Grimmjow oneshot

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strawberrystepmom · 2 months ago

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grimmjow x f!reader. this is a repost from my old blog. nsfw. use of the nickname bunny and woman, reader is wearing a dress, established relationship, unprotected sex, possessive behavior. / wc 2.3k, divider thanks to @cafekitsune

“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that?”

Grimmjow’s voice comes from the doorway to your shared bathroom, his blue eyes glancing coldly at the girl’s night out dress you’re currently decked out in as you dust sparkling powder along the upper part of your face. He scoffs at the motion but you just hum to yourself, leaning across the counter to view yourself in the mirror.

“Like what, Grimm? In clothing?”

He’ll never understand the lengths you go through to hide what you have to offer naturally beneath sparkles and pink powders, but you’ll argue with him if he brings it up so he keeps his mouth shut. For once.

Entering the already small bathroom, he only crowds the space even further with his frame. He stands behind you and you catch his eyes in the mirror, noticing how predatory he looks when his eyes are lidded like that. You’re made all too aware of how short your dress is and the angle that you’re bent over the sink at when he reaches out and pinches the flesh where your ass and thigh meet.

“Just clothing, right,” he snarls as you watch him glance over the criss-cross straps at the top of your back. “Do you have any idea what someone could do if they got their hands on you?”

You stiffen at the question, your back rigid as he leans against your shoulder and sinks his teeth into the flesh where your neck and shoulder meet. “They could get you right there, no problem. You have it out for the taking.”

Swatting him away, you sigh as you turn your attention back to your reflection. Grimmjow’s hands settle at your waist, his nose tracing from your shoulder blade to your neck. He sinks his teeth right below your pulse point and you yelp, reaching behind you and slapping his arm.

“It would be so easy to take you out right there,” he warns, scraping his sharp canines against the forming welt. You feel his hands trace their way down from your waist to your hips, framing your ass perfectly as he presses his crotch against it. “I’m just sayin’, you are leaving yourself unprotected.”

You scoff and turn around, your scantily clad crotch pressed to his and you hear him hiss. A bulge you didn’t notice before presses against you and the victorious smirk across your face says it all as you put the makeup brush down on the counter beside you. Draping your arms over his shoulders, you lean closer and allow him a view down the cowl neck of your dress.

“Where else could somebody get me?”

Pressing your chest against his, you feel goosebumps across all of your exposed skin. Your arms, your chest, your thighs and calves and he grins - feral, terrifying if it were anyone else but he knows he’s won. He has you exactly where he wants you.

You feel him hook a finger in the cowl neck of the dress and yank it down. The thin straps that hold the dress up slip easily down your upper arms and your upper breast is fully exposed. Holding the fabric against the bottom of your breasts to give yourself some illusion of modesty, you can’t help but feel pinned in place by the way Grimmjow is looking at you. He looks different than he ever has, a hunger that he can’t wait to sate dancing through his eyes.

You don’t have time to change your mind as he presses his face against the exposed part of your tits, nibbling the flesh just enough to make you groan and tip your head back. Reaching one arm around your back, Grimm places his fingers on the back of your head and uses his hand to keep your head pulled back and your neck and chest exposed to him.

Like a little rabbit that is caught in the jaws of a lynx, you are unable to move and you are concerningly alright with it.

“They would definitely get you here,” Grimmjow growls as you squirm and he bites the top of your breast. You know that one will be impossible to hide but you’re so warm, so hot with fervor over this beast of a man, you can’t find the will to mind. This isn’t the first time he has been so predatory with you but you know it’s only natural. Besides, there are times you think you might like it more than he does.

Another rough bite into your chest makes you squirm and he hisses through his teeth as your scantily clad body rubs against the boxers that are barely holding back his hard cock. The strain is painful but he’s enjoying the chase far too much to attend to it now. Once he successfully manages to get you in bed so you won’t be going out dressed like that, he’ll handle it then.

Needless to say he’s going to be successful as you continue to squirm and groan, his finger moving across the cowl of the dress to pull it further down. The fabric pools against your forearms and he licks his chops as your pebbled nipples are exposed. He dips his head against your chest again, licking one of your nipples into his mouth as you pant above him.

Wrapping your hands around his head, fingers yanking at the roots of his blue hair, he swears this is what he fought his whole life for and he’ll protect you no matter the cost, even if you’re doing a very bad job protecting yourself.

“It just amazes me how vulnerable you leave yourself,” he starts and you groan, wishing he’d close his lips and get back to relieving the ache between your legs. “Not everyone is as nice as I am,” he sucks a mark into the skin around your nipple and looks up into the mirror where he can see your eyes shut tightly in ecstasy.

“Lucky that I found you instead.”

You hum your agreement as he switches from one nipple to the other, pinching the still damp bud between his fingers. A high pitched moan leaves your throat and he smirks against the bud that is between his lips. If his hands weren’t occupied he’d be shimmying this joke of a garment off of you, he’d gladly watch it pool around your feet.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” you groan, yanking the strands of his hair tightly. You lift one of your legs and settle it around his waist, the friction blissfully provided by the movement making your eyes roll back into your skull. This is his favorite sight and this time feels even sweeter because he won. He has you. You’re here with him.

All victors deserve a reward and you are his, he just has to slip you out of this damn fabric.

He pops your nipple out of his mouth and you whine, using the leverage of your hooked leg to needily grind against his bulge. Grimmjow looks up at you, using his grip on the back of your head to position your face until you’re looking down at him.

“Death? Please,” he chuckles, loosening his grip on the back of your head to slide the hand down your body and free you of the dress completely. You step out of the fabric and try to ignore his grimace when he catches a glimpse of the very tiny underwear you wear beneath the dress. “If anything, silly woman, you should be thanking your savior.”

You want to roll your eyes but part of you wonders if he isn’t right to be concerned. It isn’t often you leave the house without Grimmjow in tow and you are positive that the scary cat-man privilege keeps you from being approached more often than not. Your friends would understand, wouldn’t they?

“How should I be thanking you, brave Grimmjow?”

Your tone is teasing but your words are honeyed and laced with innuendo and he catches on immediately, rising and standing to his full height. He lingers an entire head above you and the sight makes you squirm. He uses the strength in his hips to press against you, hands sliding down your body to slip one of them between your legs. Hooking a finger in the gusset of your panties, he slides them to the side and groans as he feels your slick soaking his fingertips.

“That’s all the thanks I need.”

Can’t imagine a better reward, he thinks to himself as he gnaws his lower lip and furrows his brow. The needy babbling dripping from your lips as he dips his finger between your folds, spreading your wetness from your swollen and sensitive little clit to your fluttering hole just like you showed him serves as its own prize. You spread those pretty lips and willingly demonstrated what makes you feel good and he hasn’t let you down yet, quick study that he is.

“So wet, so ready,” he teases, lips brushing against yours as he slips one of his long fingers inside of you with a lewd squelch that fills the small bathroom. “Aren’t you glad I stopped you, bunny?”

You shiver at the nickname, something only he knows you like to be called. A private little name between the two of you, only existing because he told you that’s what you remind him of.

“You’re like those damn rabbits we saw at the pet store,” he started as he tapped on your calves where they were draped across his lap. “A little too friendly, a little skittish,” he grimaced as he continued, turning his attention back toward the TV sitting in the center of the room. “Cute.”

You blushed and looked away.

Tonight, you can’t look away as his blazing eyes make contact with yours.

Before another word can be spoken, he wraps one of his hands around your thigh and you understand that he’s going to lift you and that you need to wrap the leg around him. As he perches you on the very edge of the counter, your legs wrapped around him, you gasp as he reaches down to free his cock. The light catches the glistening pre at the tip and you lick your lips. Grimmjow positions himself at your entrance, using one hand to swipe the spongy head of his cock from your clit to your hole and back.

“Don’t tease me, I’ve been good,” you whimper and he stops, wrapping his arms around your hips and grabbing handfuls of your ass.

“You weren’t going to be though,” he warns, casting a glance down at you as he sheaths himself inside of you in one calculated movement. Your breath leaves your lungs as he bottoms out, your pussy so soaked there was zero resistance for him to get used to. Your walls welcome him home and the tacky sound of his cock pounding into you fills the room, interspersed with your needy moans and his arrogant reassurances.

“You like that so much, don’t you….clenching around me,” he growls into your ear as he looks down and watches your tits bounce with his every thrust. His eyes widen when he catches sight of the marks he has left on your body, the sight making him thrust into you harder, his grip on your ass like steel.

“Grimm, fuck,” you pant, brows furrowed as your lids flutter closed. “So close.”

He can feel how close you are too, that perfect pussy gripping onto his cock like a lifeline. Everything about you is so tantalizing to him - the way you bounce and move, the way you moan, the high pitched tone you call his voice in as you flutter and tighten around him. He isn’t completely sure how he lived without this before meeting you but he’s glad he’ll never have to again.

“That’s right, cum for me,” he grunts as you squeal and feel yourself gripping down on him, your orgasm causing you to arch your back as you run your hands over his scarred chest, using your fingernails to leave fine scratches across his skin. You like marking him as much as he likes doing it to you but that’s a secret you keep to yourself.

Struggling to catch your breath, Grimmjow increases his pace and his grip on your ass as he chases his own orgasm and you can tell how close he is by how filthy his mouth becomes. As always.

“Fuck, just like that. Oh god, fuck fuck fuck. My fuckin’ bunny, my fuckin’ pussy, right?”

You can only nod as your body rocks with the force of his every thrust he punctuates with guttural moans, bracing one of his hands on the mirror behind you. Too lost to pleasure to scold him, you know it can wait as you let him reach his peak. You watch as his defined abs tense and twitch, his cock making the same motions inside of you as he shoots rope after rope of hot cum buried deep in you.

Gradually softening, he pulls himself from you and smiles as you lean against his chest and trace little shapes over the discolored skin of his scar. You’re careful not to brush too low and to touch the outside rim of his hollow hole, something he wishes every time he sees you would disappear, but he’s too lost in the post orgasm haze of you in his arms to think about that right now.

Nuzzling into your neck, hands still gripping your ass, he breaks the silence.

“Good thing you stayed in, yeah?” You snort and shove him playfully, giggling as you bury your nose against his chest. “Yeah, thank goodness you saved the day.”

Grimmjow tries to play off the way your praise makes his cock twitch back to life and you squeal as he picks you up, using the leverage of your legs wrapped around his hips to carry you back to the adjoined bedroom and toss you on the bed.

“We’re just getting started. Hope you aren’t tired.”

#grimmjow x reader #grimmjow imagines #grimmjow jaegerjaquez x reader #grimmjow x you #bleach x you #grimmjow smut #kendall writes #grimmdy

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jplupine · 1 year ago

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They're idiots, and I love them

#Feral Possession #Wynter Hughes #Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez #Bleach #fanfic art #bleach oc #fanart #oc x canon #bleach au #meme #orange #minors dni #Wolf does fanart

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muzansfangs · 5 months ago

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Bloodstain.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x original female character (Ran, the mod-soul taking over the reader body, when she is not in the world of the livings); Nnoitra Gilga; mention to Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Shuhei Hisagi and Ulquiorra;

Format: multi-chapters story;

Warnings for this chapter: nsfw, oral sex (Kisuke!receiving), cum swallowing, language, jealousy, slightly manipulative behavior, possessive tendencies, struggling with feelings, denial, inappropriate use of the reader body, death threat, abusive behavior and harassment (from Nnoitora), hair pulling, sexual tension;

Plot: Your cohabitation with Sosuke begins. Upon entering your flat, you two are welcomed by your companion’s worst enemy and the coquettish mod-soul supposed to be your substitute during your absence. What you were not expecting, though, was for the two of them to be involved into an intimate intercourse right over your couch and for your new housemate to make you question yourself once again.

N.B: Here we go! Our dear reader is back in the World of the livings, finally… I won’t even apologize for Urahara being a pervert as per usual, lol. The soul we have ‘adopted’ is called ‘Ran’, which should mean ‘Orchid’ in Japanese. Well, her behavior is questionable, I know, but it will be hopefully fun!

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𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.

The moment you stepped back into the World of the livings, you almost felt disoriented. The mastodontic skyscrapers, the cars rushing down the streets and the noise pollution almost gave you a migraine. When you had to spend weeks into the Soul Society, going back to the chaotic city life came along with some struggles. Once the portal closed behind your back, you sighed in defeat. This was literally the beginning of your personal living Hell. Your life was most likely going to be messed up by the man currently standing right next to you.

That man, right. Aizen Sosuke, the bastard who had indirectly deprived you of your social life and freedom. The same man who had deliberately pushed Shuhei to his limits and caused him to stare at you as if you were a madwoman, a traitress. He was always going to be a puppet master, playing with the feelings and life of whomever had been that unfortunate to stand on his path.

After that small argument with Shuhei, you had refused to talk to Sosuke. Saying your goodbyes to your friends, you had entered the Seinkaimon with a plan mapped out in your head: as soon as you were finally back into the World of the livings, you were going straight to Urahara, asking him for the gigai he had prepared for your new housemate. Now, though, staring at the shop sign of Kisuke’s emporium, you realized he was not there. Where was that man, when you needed him the most? Maybe he had gone to check on the rowdy mod-soul taking over your body during your absence: Ran. If that was the case, you had no other choice than going to your flat.

Without uttering a word, you turned around and began to walk in the direction of your apartment, only for Sosuke to finally remind you of his intrusive presence in your life “For how long are you going to pretend I’m not here? That’s rude and immature, don’t you think?” he asked you, his tone of voice flat.

“Immature?— you sarcastically repeated — You are one to talk, considering you purposefully ignored my request of waiting for me to come back and acted like a petulant child. Yeah, Sosuke, thanks for having disrupted any chance I had to reconnect with Shuhei” you resentfully apostrophised him, glad no one could see you two bickering like this.

Sosuke scoffed “Was it really my fault?”.

You glanced at him briefly, arching an eyebrow inquisitively, before focusing back on the street. Your silence spoke volumes and Sosuke knew you wanted to hear his theory.

“I might have become the center of his attention and provoked him, that’s true. However, why did he leave? He could have stayed, talked to you. Isn’t that what couples do? What I am asking you is: are you sure he cares about you?” he seraphically asked you, chest puffed as he watched your certainties waver. There he was, slithering in your head and controlling your emotions.

Were you really that surprised he was back at showing off his asset of mind manipulation? Obviously, not in the slightest. But the worst part of it was that he kind of had a point, even though you were aloof from admitting it out loud, in his presence, you had been hurt by Shuhei’s departure and seemingly total lack of interest in leading on a mature conversation with you. Watching you take Sosuke’s side had clearly broken his heart, but you had given him a valid reason for you to do it. You did not particularly abided the questionable decisions of the Central 46, then again you did not want any problems with them. You were simply doing your job, keeping the special threat at bay and defending Shuhei from him. The position you had been put in was not of your likings. Then why did he leave?

“Shuhei and I are not a couple. — you curtly said, eventually — Hence, keep your unrequired opinions and that slimy tongue of yours far away from me” you consolidated, before pointing to a modern building in front of you. Home. You were finally home, despite your new murderous companion.

Letting your gaze travel up to the third floor, you saw the window of your living room opened. It would have been easier and better sneaking in from there, especially since you had no keys with you.

“That’s my apartment. We can enter from the window” you stated, watching Sosuke already scrutinizing the area around the building. It was located in a optimal position, to be fair. Not too far from the main shopping streets and close to the public park, if you wanted to relax and take some hours off from the hectic city life.

“What’s wrong now? Does his lordship dislike his new residence?” you queried, but you soon realised Sosuke was actually focused on something else.

His brows furrowed, he darted his eyes from the window to you “Do you live with someone else in that apartment? I can sense an atypical reitasu reverberating through the walls”.

“Uhm… Well, you could say I do, but it’s just Ran. She’s a mod-soul. Is that a problem?” you casually asked him, but you omitted some details about her personality. That girl was surely a curious specimen. She was literally a female version of Kon and thus she had caused you quite the embarrassing problems back then.

Sosuke ignored your explanation and flash-stepped up to the window in a blink of an eye. You sighed, having no other choice than following him right away, but the spectacle waiting for you upon entering your flat was surely a sight you would have never expected to behold. Your jaw dropped, no sound coming out of your throat, as you watched in disgust and horror Ran, in your body, knelt between Kisuke’s spread legs. This was a nightmare.

For a split second, you thought Sosuke was using Kyoka Suigetsu on you, but when your eyes flicked towards him to question him, you were genuinely surprised to finally see a rather irked expression plastered over his face. You had been figuring to see his usual cold-indefference etched on his face, but you were terribly wrong.

The assiduos bob of Ran’s head came to an end, when her senses alerted her of your presence. You watched her widen her eyes, hastily pulling away from Kisuke’s length with an obscene ‘pop’, as she wiped her chin, glistening in saliva, with the back of her hand. Kisuke, however, turned his head leisurely towards Sosuke and you. Shamelessly, he let out a soft chuckle, waving the fan in his hand to greet you two. His lambent grey eyes bored into yours, as he stood up and fixed his pants.

“Ah, welcome back, Y/N-chan!” Kisuke beamed, approaching you two.

Sosuke shot him an earnest glare, refusing to even greet him back. His eyes, you noticed, had now settled upon Ran who had timidly stood back up and was trying her best to clean her face up. Her sense of shame was kicking in, finally. You honestly had no idea how to react. What probably gave you the ick was the fact that Ran had given him head while inhabiting your body. Well, this was just absurd.

You cleared your throat, finally locking eyes with Kisuke “What the fuck was that?” you questioned him.

“A blowjob” Sosuke monotonously uttered from beside you, making you roll your eyes.

Kisuke chuckled, hiding his shit-eating grin behind his fan “Oh, such language, Aizen-san! But, well, we have been contacted by Kyoraku a few hours ago. You could say we were killing the time, whilst waiting for you two to come!” he casually replied, glancing behind his back to check on the coquettish mod-soul currently watching the scene in interest.

Hopping down from the windowsill, you dropped your bag onto the floor and folded your arms against your chest. That mod-soul had crossed the line, there was no way in Hell you were allowing her to take over your body ever again. Confined in the plushie you had chosen for her forever, this was going to be her fate from now on. Judging by the way she was keeping her distance, she probably knew what was coming.

“Pardon me? Listen, I don’t really care about what you do and with you, just… — you paused, eyes downcast as you struggled to keep your composure and find the right words to express your consternation — She’s in my body, Kisuke. Do I really need to tell you why I am upset?” you stated, before glancing back up at him. You wanted to believe he felt, at least, a little guilty about it but, even with that fan hiding the lower part of his visage, you were pretty sure he was grinning in amusement.

Sosuke suddenly snatching away Kisuke’s fan from his hand caught you by surprise, his eyes darkening as he proceeded in talking “Your presence is evidently unsolicited. Give me the gigai you have projected and leave” he flatly said, jaw clenched as he did not even bother sparing you a look. His reiatsu was ominously blanketing the entire flat, coaxing you to inhale sharply and lean your back against the windowsill to find back your balance. Was he defending you?

You knew Sosuke could not really stand the sight of the shop-keeper, but there was not just unadultered annoyance for the past events in his voice. It sounded like there was something personal involved in that, in the way he shoved Kisuke’s fan back against the other man’s chest and glared down at him.

Maybe you were just seeing too much into it. Or maybe Sosuke was struggling to keep his emotions on check, as he always did. Either way, you were in no mood to talk to Kisuke any longer and your housemate’s outburst was strangely appreciated and supported by the offended part of you that shot a blank stare at the former Captain of the Gotei 13.

“I will probably regret saying it later on, but I have to agree with Sosuke. Let’s get this over with, Kisuke” you gingerly agreed with the brunette, before Ran jogged up to Kisuke and wrapped her arms around him, almost protectively, clinging onto the man for dear life.

And only then you caught a glimpse of Sosuke’s face, sternly witnessing to the scene unfolding before your eyes with a rather displeased expression on his face. Was it Ran the problem? Was he upset because Kisuke had accepted the mod-soul’s avances, while she was inhabiting your body? Oh, you could say so, the same glint of possessiviness you had spotted in his eyes yesterday night and early in the morning was back in his splendid irides. This felt awkwardly familiar. You remembered now some other occasions in which he had displayed latent intolerance at your interactions with other men. There was only one of the Espada he trusted around you and it was Ulquiorra. Grimmjow was not allowed to be around you, not after he had caught him tracking down your scent through the corridors of Las Noches, not after you had showed him empathy after he had lost his arm.

He could not let you alone for a second back then. Looking back at it, you were glad he always had your back. More than once, you asked yourself what would have happened to you, if he had not been there to stop Nnoitora from cornering you in a isolated area of the castle.

It was late at night in Las Noches. Looking for your sword, when most of the inhabitants of the palace were asleep, was easier than venturing through the corridors and rooms in the daylight. Deep down, you knew where your zanpakuto was. Still, you were too frightened by the idea of sneaking into that room, into ‘his’ room. Aizen Sosuke would have never trusted anyone to keep your blade but himself. If you wanted your blade back, you had to walk right his den. Walking into his private quarters, though, would have only meant giving him the occasion to get closer to you, to break down the fragile, crumbly wall you had tried to build between you two. You would have never admitted it out loud, not even to yourself, but there was something about him that made you feel free, completely capable of making mistakes and be yourself and not like you felt around the others, as if you were a microscopic ant under a magnifying glass for people to point out your flaws.

You liked him, oh you did, and this was a huge problem, the main reason why you were currently in denial.

You were so lost into the depths of your mind that you barely registered a slender figure approaching you with a Mephistophelian grin promising nothing but troubles and sufferings.

“Ah, what’s Aizen’s pet doing out of her cage?” Nnoitora asked you, tilting his head to the side as his eye scrutinized your body in a way that made your skin crawl. It was not the first time he did that, but the last time he had tried something Sosuke was there to stop him. His presence alone was enough to prevent any of the Hollows to display hostility and inappropriate gestures to you. How pathetic were you for wishing your captor was there to save you?

“I was just going back to my room” you flatly replied, twirling around hastily and making your way back to your bedroom.

It was pretty obvious you were not going to be safe there, not as you felt Nnoitra’s hand latch onto the column of your throat and pulling you back against him. Your eyes grew round, whilst you wriggled in his grasp, your hands attempting to create a barrier from his hand and your neck to let you breathe properly. Maybe, for the first time ever, you felt real fear. Was it not funny how you never felt such a baleful feeling around Sosuke, the worst man living in Hueco Mundo?

“Nnoitra, let me go” you hissed, scrunching your nose up in disgust when his free hand skimmed down the bare skin of your stomach, exposed for the design of your uniform.

The Espada at your back scoffed, his pointy nose gliding down your cheek, his tongue licking a stripe of your skin “Why would I do that? Hasn’t Lord Aizen taught you to be a good pet?” he mocked you, his grip on your neck tightening significantly.

Your vision became dotted, your breath cut short, as your strength began to leave your body. A victim of Nnoitora’s abuses was definitely a pitiful way to go down, or at least it would have been so, for a baritone voice piercing your ears saved your life. There, he was there to save you.

“Haven’t I taught you to keep your distance from her?” Aizen asked calmly, whilst the Espada dropped you instantly onto the floor.

You landed onto the ground on your hands and knees, panting, eyes watering in panic as you bit your tongue not to thank him. You oughted him your life, but being in debt with the very man you were supposed to kill was a stain on your moral code. Your pride was crumbling and you felt so embarrassed that you did not even realise that the Espada had left you alone with Sosuke in the desert corridor.

You did not realise it, until his hand cupped your cheek and you found him knelt in front of you, inspecting your body in search for possible injuries.

“Are you hurt?” he asked you, his thumb grazing your cheekbone, sending shivers down your spine.

Back in your room, you had to flee from there and lock yourself in your stupid room.

“No” you shortly whispered, staring deeply into his caramel brown eyes.

“What were you doing out of your room alone?”.

“I could not sleep”.

“Liar”.

You sighed, grasping his wrist to lower his hand from your face, your eyes averting from him to stare at the void at his back “It’s not your business, I just want to go back to my quarters now ”.

Sosuke did not seem to protest, not as he helped you back on your feet and silently led you to your room. His presence was not suffocating, not at all, but the words leaving his mouth before he wished you a good rest would have haunted you for days.

“I would not be pleased, if something happened to you”.

To pull you back from your small tour in the memories you had made in Las Noches was the mod-soul’s voice, ringing out in the living room as she protested to your request of making Kisuke leave.

“He’s not leaving! What is it, you go to the Soul Society and come back as a holier-than-thou bitch? It’s only fair I have my fun too!” Ran chirped out, narrowing her eyes as Kisuke tried to get free from her overly affectionate embrace.

If only she knew what you had been up to in the Soul Society, she would have definitely not said such a thing. With your eye twitching, you walked up to her and tangled your fingers in her hair, yanking her back towards you. Solving one problem at the time starting from her was the best decision ever and you were currently running out of patience.

Ran winced, hands flying up to try and set herself free from your grip, but you were faster than her “Listen up, you randy minx, if you like Kisuke that much I’ll gladly kick you out of my house as well. Bye and have fun with him!” you snarled, elbowing her on the stomach to let the small green pill pop out of your body. More than them leaving your house, you justed needed some peace.

Ran gagged, as the pill popped out of her mouth, the trajectory leading to Sosuke that quickly grasped it and stared in disdain at the small sphere in his hand. For a second, you got distracted, fearing he was going to destroy it and you let your now lifeless body onto the floor carelessly. It was true that you had gotten mad at Ran, but you did not wish for her to be eradicated from this world. Deep down, you cared about her, enough to gulp down forcefully and extending your hand towards him.

“Nice catch… Hand me Ran back, please” you stated politely.

Sosuke huffed “All it would take to get rid of this insignificant prick would be a mere snap of my fingers. — he reasoned, flicking his gaze up to look at you — Are you sure you want her back?” he inquired, making you regret having hit her all of a sudden and out of irritation.

“Hey, Ran isn’t a prick! She’s my creation and a being!” Kisuke interjected, stomping his foot as he took a step towards Sosuke, his tone actually serious after a long while.

“Is that what you do for a living now? — Sosuke sarcastically asked him, his gaze now transfixed on the shop-keeper — Creating girls for you to exploit?” he provoked him, but you were quick to stop Kisuke from sprinting towards him. Your arms were tightly wrapped around the man who had trained you, now your boss at the shop, a great friend, and your eyes were practically pleading him not to let things escalate.

Kisuke scoffed, grey eyes locking with yours “I will kill him for real this time” he asserted, only for you to shake your head and bring him back on Earth.

“You perfectly know it is impossible to do it”.

Sosuke watched you two almost disinterested in your conversation, rolling the pill between his fingers whilst exploring your flat. He had, in fact, noticed the gigai in the corridor. Albeit he was not a fan of this whole plan of him living in the World of the livings, he could at least enjoy some fresh air in a real body. Ignoring you two, he did not waste any precious time in possessing the gigai.

Catching a glimpse of what he was doing, you gawked and blinked a couple of times in curiosity “What… Oh, you found it” you noted, hearing Kisuke huff and fold his arms against his chest.

“It’s a regular gigai. You will experience all human needs: eating, sleeping, biological functions and impulses… — Kisuke explained, ambling towards the couch to grasp the tiger plushie you usually let Ran inhabiting — Hopefully, it will contain most of your reiatsu. As you can see, you have no cuffs, just the eye-patch. Wear it outside this flat, or I will literally come to stress the hell out of you” he admonished the brunette, before roughly snatching the pill from Sosuke’s hand and walking casually towards the front door. The way Kisuke had said ‘hopefully’ did not go unnoticed to you. Probably, the gigai was not ultimated. Shivers ran down your spine at the thought of Sosuke being a practical nuclear bomb.

Sosuke quirked his eyebrow up, running his fingers through his hair, getting comfortable in his new arrangement “Leave” he merely stated, making you roll your eyes, as you accompanied Kisuke to the exit.

Peace, the incoming peace was the only thing prompting you to collaborate. You were going to have a long talk with Sosuke, once alone, but nothing you could not deal with. After all, he could be reasonable, if he wanted. Well, not with everyone but with you he did. That weird way of getting along never ceased to amaze you.

Opening the door, you waved your hand at Kisuke “See you at work tomorrow, I guess” you said, only for Kisuke to shake his head and motion at the man at your back, leaning against the wall with an unreadable face. He always shut everyone out of his head. It was frustrating. You wanted to know what was going on inside his head, for once.

“Take a week to settle down with mister ‘I-am-a-god-kiss-my-ass’. You must be tired” Kisuke’s fatherly tone surprised you, but you gave up. No, you would have not passed off a chance to take some time for yourself and establish some rules for your new housemate.

“Thanks” you smiled weakly, watching Kisuke wink at you and leave your flat with his usual calm demeanor.

You did not wait for him to disappear from your sight: you walked back home, closing the door behind you and walking to the kitchen in a desperate need of a glass of water. Your back was facing the entrance, as you reached your hand up to the cupboard to grasp a glass.

You never got to reach it, though, not as you felt Sosuke’s fingers tangle in your hair and straining your neck back to face him. It was not a brutal grip, it was firm yet gentle. His breath was warm against your earlobe. Caged between the counter and his body, you did not move an inch, only curling your hands around the edge of the forniture. This could not go on. Was he going to jump on you at any given occasion?

“Sosuke—” you warned him, voice too soft for your own likings, but he hushed you.

“Go back into your body”.

“What—”.

“I don’t like to repeat myself” Sosuke demanded, before delicately nudging you towards the living room, his grip on your hair now gone completely. You had no idea of what he wanted, or why, but you just followed his instructions, slowly entering back into your real body, that was lying onto the floor at his feet. It was just for your sake, not to hear him bitching around any longer. This was what you told yourself.

Staring up at him from this position, you blinked up at Sosuke. You tried to understand what he wanted, the reason behind such a request, and you sat up, but the way he eagerly knelt next to you to grasp your jaw left you startled.

“What’s your deal now? We have tons of shit to do, we cannot waste our time like that” you protested, only for Sosuke to lean his face closer to yours and causing your breath to hitch in your throat. You expected a kiss, foolishly, a kiss that never came, but you ended up being asked a question that left you speechless.

His thumb played with your bottom lip, the pad running over it as he spoke “I need you to tell me if you taste his cum in your mouth”.

You stared at him with wide eyes, your mouth hanging open “Sosuke, what the fuck—”.

He cut you off, once again, getting on your nerves as he clamped your mouth shut forcefully “Focus on what you taste on your tongue” he insisted, making your blood boil in your veins. You did not even want to think about what Kisuke and Ran had been up to and now here he was, asking you to concentrate to detect the slightest taste of Kisuke’s release in your mouth.

You scoffed, fist clenching, while you tried to punch him straight on the nose. His large hand engulfing it, though, made you halt and you bristled in annoyance. He did not even have the rights to ask you about such a thing, let alone possibly feeling pissed about it.

“You are sick, you know that?” you bitterly fired back, only to suddenly realise you actually felt a sour taste in the back of your throat. Your brows furrowed, nose scrunching up as you inhaled sharply through your nose. Well, how ironic it was Kisuke had really come down Ran’s throat, while in your body? Awesome!

You stood up abruptly, Sosuke’s jaw clenching, obviously putting the pieces together “Wash your teeth. I don’t want to smell that stench in your mouth” he coldly asserted, only for you to turn around again and jab your finger at him.

“Hey, that’s my life, my body, my choices. I already made it painly clear that I did not appreciate what’s happened. I don’t need you to boss me around, or defend me” you blurted out, heart thrumming against your ribcage so violently you thought you were going to pass out. Genuinely frustrated, full of rage, mostly irritation for your own feelings, for the things you wished had never happened and the ones you actually would have loved to become true, you cussed under your back.

You hated how he acted like your boyfriend at times, how a friend would, and how possessive he had grown to be through the time you spent together. Your standards had been molded on him, on what he had let you see that one time you really met him before you were even dragged to the Soul Society and for the good man he had let you believe he was.

“You only ever blame everything on me, do you? Is that because it’s easier to hate me than hating your own feelings?” he dispassionately replied, not moving an inch from where he was standing.

If a blade had went clean through your heart, it would have hurt less than his words. Why did he always have to be right? Why did he read you so easily, bringing out all of your fears and thoughts you pushed in the back of your mind?

Your mouth felt like chalk. Standing a few feet away from him, you bit the insides of your cheeks not to lash out and show more vulnerability to the very man who had made mind control his job.

“I won’t stand here and listen to you give me a sermon about feelings, when you can’t even cope with yours” you mumbled, staggering towards the bathroom before tears could spill out from your eyes.

“I heard you liked reading. That’s my private collection. You can come here whenever you want” Sosuke said, standing right beside you in the middle of a large library. Glass bookcases were outlined all around you two, ladders pushed against each of them, crystal chandeliers were hanging from the ceiling above your heads.

You would have never imagined Las Noches hid such a magnificent room within its walls. You were genuinely in awe, your eyes wandering in every angle of the room to explore it. Who had told him you enjoyed reading? Probably, just like he had done with your brother, he had studied each and every move of yours.

“Do you come here often?” you asked him, hand gliding over the smooth surface of a desk, not a grain of dust coated your fingers. He probably sent his servants to clean up the place regularly. A man of power and control who loved stability would have never let his posessions decay.

“Quite often, yes” he replied promptly, keeping a comfortable distance between you two, albeit his eyes never left your frame. He had learned everything about you. Your body language, your reactions to certain provocations, your likings even.

You sighed, turning around to face him “Why would I come here, risking to bump into you then?” quirking your eyebrow up expectantly. After all, you would have rather avoided meeting him more than it was stri ctly necessary. While reading a novel could provide you a form of escapism, his presence would have not helped you relax.

Sosuke faintly smiled, a rare one, before looking straight at an undefined point ahead of him “Because humans make sacrifices for love. I believe you would be persistent enough to keep on reading, if I supposedly ruined your moment of peace with my presence”.

Smart man. He always knew exactly what to do and say.

You straightened your back, resting the small of your back against the edge of the desk “And what do you know about love? You are the last person I expect to talk about human passions. If you can’t feel it, you can’t describe it”.

“Pretty arrogant assertion, Y/N. Why would you say my knowledge of feelings doesn’t come from experience?” he asked you in return, hands behind his back as if he was having just a common conversation.

“Because you can’t feel love. You never did, you never will and surely you don’t feel it now. — you confidently replied, eyes locked with his whilst he listened to you in interest — Your data are the product of the empiric observations of people you met, or novels you have read” you bitterly punctuated.

Maybe you wished to be correct. You really did, but Sosuke never told you if you were right, nor if you were wrong. He simply smiled again, closing his eyes for a few seconds before leaving you there, alone in one of his favorite places, a place he never allowed people to explore.

In the end, you were brilliant, but not observant.

To bring you back to reality was the doorbell ringing. Who could it be now? Considering Kisuke had left and your father did not even knoq you were back yet, you found yourself sprinting out of the bathroom in a rush. You could not risk Sosuke messing up your life by interacting with whomever was requiring your presence. By the time you reached the front door, though, you felt your stomach churn. Sosuke had already opened the door and was apparently striking up a cordial conversation with your obnoxious neighbour who loved gossip. Of course she had to barge in today.

“Mrs. Watanabe, it’s good to see you” you stated, approaching Sosuke, who made space for you to stand next to him on the threshold. Now, the real question was: what the Hell did Sosuke tell her?

“There she is. — the woman piped out, displaying a fake smile that made you want to headbutt her — As I was saying to this handsome man, I did not mean to interrupt anything, but I wanted to ask you if you could be a dear and watch over my daughter tomorrow. I have important matters to take care of and I won’t be home until late in the evening” the woman said, eyeing you suspiciously.

The urge to escape into the Soul Society was quite strong as you suppressed a big ‘go fuck yourself’ threatening to leave your mouth. Instead, you smiled at her and nodded your head “Yes, of course. I’ll be glad to help a fellow woman” you stated, flinching as she bursted out laughing in her typical enervating high-pitched tone that you loathed oh so much.

“Oh, thanks, dear! You know, with the amount of boys I’ve seen come and go from your flat the past few weeks, I thought you were way too busy and tired to watch over Aoi!” the hag chortled, your eye twitching as you scoffed.

Ran. What the Hell had that mod-soul done?

It was time for Sosuke to step in, however, as he cleared his throat “I beg your pardon, ma’am, but my girlfriend and I are quite busy now. I have recently decided to move in her flat and we have to unbox my stuff” Sosuke smoothly interjected, watching the way the woman in front of you gaped at the unexpected news.

My girlfriend and I. My girlfriend and I.

It took you way too long to react and let his words sink in, his arm was already enveloping your waist, pulling you against his chest. He had really screwed up this time. You wanted to protest, you really did, but, when you opened your mouth and no words came out of it, all you could do was watching in horror the way he waved his hand at the woman and the door closed with a click. Panic. You were absolutely going to explode right on that spot as you shoved him off of you roughly, hand gripping the collar of his white shirt to make him lean down at your level.

“I had fucking told you not to interfer with my life. What the Hell did you just do?” you hissed through gritted teeth, whilst he smiled down at you in his own special way. In the way that had made you blush, the first time you met.

Sosuke hummed “She implied you were a whore. I saved your reputation” he defended himself, before grasping your wrist delicately and nudging you towards the wall.

Your back flattened against it, his hands pinning yours above your head as he let his nose brush against yours “Unless you would like to feed her fantasy and let her spread the news you are, indeed, a cheap whore. In that case, I can fuck you hard enough to make your throat burn for the screams you will let out” he whispered, before stepping back all of a sudden and leaving you slump down onto the floor with your cheeks on fire and your breath labored.

Shunsui Kyoraku was going to be responsible for your death, for Sosuke was gradually poisoning you.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! Thanks to everyone who is invested in this story! Your support is greatly appreciated, really. Getting down to business, what do you think of Urahara and Ran? I know she was technically in our body, but it was necessary in order to get a certain reaction from our beloved special threat, oops! I will probably give Ran a proper body, beside the plushie form ✨ Also, seeing the reader dealing with a kid will give Sosuke ideas. Trust me.

Until next,

x o x o

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gallusrostromegalus · 7 months ago

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do you have some thoughts on how Grimmjows obsession with Ichigo is gonna turn out in AIEWAM later?

he is in my mental microwave again

Nobody, least of all Grimmjow, understands his obsession with Ichigo until they remember the other two souls that are almost irrationally obsessed with him.

I'm AEIWAM, Kon is a cat. Or at least, a mod soul possessing the taxidermy body of an orange tabby. But he's a lot more cat this time, as opposed to like. A random pervert.

Kon loves Ichigo. He loves how Ichigo's idea of quality time is sitting next to someone and doing an activity together and not talking. He loves how he can always bully his way into Ichigo's lap, or giving him A Little Cheese Treat. He's devoted to Ichigo. He'd die for him. He'd kill for Ichigo. He may have already done so, but don't tell him that.

Yoruichi also adores Ichigo. Something about his vibe feels like a natural bond. He's just pleasant to be around. Training Ichigo leaves Yoruichi with a sense of peace and fulfillment like nothing else. She'd kill for nearly anyone, but Ichigo? She'd live through the horrors for him.

Orihime is the first to realize it, when she's prisoner in Las Noches. Something about Grimmjow's mannerisms is strangely familiar... Then she hears the name of his resurrection and everything falls into place.

Ichigo is a Cat Person.

Of course Grimmjow is obsessed with him! Cats are naturally drawn to people they share a vibe with, and Ichigo has been attracting random strays to him for as long as she's known him. Orihime herself is technically one of them

Grimmjow is just a really big stupid cat, so naturally his attraction to Ichigo is also huge and stupid.

She uses this realization to her advantage immediately.

"Kon." She addresses the friend she managed to smuggle in with her. "I need you to keep Grimmjow distracted. Kind of indefinitely."

"Grimmjow? Tall, blunette and psychotic? That Grimmjow? I'd die for you but that's just stupid." Kon protests.

"Don't worry, you're uniquely suited for dealing with him!" She cheers. "The name of his resurrection is "Pantera"! He's just another Tom for you to put in place and you've been doing that since before he even had thumbs."

Kon blinks, the pieces suddenly falling into place.

"You're RIGHT!" He grins, claws flexing in anticipation. "I don't even need to be physically present to drive him to madness and break him! In fact, it most effective if he never sees me at all! Ohhh- this is gonna be fun..."

"You've got a plan then?" She asks.

"Yeah! Hand me that glass of water, I'm gonna start by pissing all over his stuff!"

#bleach #bleach fanfic #aeiwam #an elephant is warm and mushy #grimmjow jaggerjack #kon bleach #orihime inoue #ichigo kurosaki

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pin-k-ink · 6 months ago

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caught in between // grimmjow jeagerjaquez & ulquiorra schiffer (pt. 3)

tw: possessive!ulquiorra, fingering, nipple play, a tiny bit of angst, squirting, unprotected sex, dirty talk (it’s ulquiorra so don’t expect much), praise kink, grimmjow makes a small appearance

wc: 3.7k

part one | part two | part three

The ghost of Ulquiorra's heated words lingered - "I have no intention of sharing you with anyone else. Ever again."

His scorching proclamation of possession had set your body ablaze with newfound cravings that night. The way he claimed your mouth, his calloused hands commanding your curves, the low timbre of his growls vibrating against your skin - it unlocked hungers you never knew existed.

But Ulquiorra's behavior soon became as frigid as ever, avoiding your gaze and presence like you were a scourge to be avoided. No hints of that awakened ardor remained. Just his typical unflinching aloofness as if that heated encounter never transpired.

You knew better than to seek answers. Ulquiorra made his disinterest in anything beyond the physical painfully clear time and again. So you bottled up the sting of rejection, your only companion the endless loop of confusion and insecurity plaguing your thoughts.

Why had he torn down those walls only to fortify them once more? Were you simply a mere plaything to sate his primal whims when the impulse struck? Loathed for your weakness the moment of passion subsided?

Lost in these self-doubts, you failed to notice the harsh spike of reiatsu until the door to your quarters burst open with a crash.

"Well, well...if it ain't Las Noches' most sought after little piece," Grimmjow's gravelly voice oozed obscenity. "I can smell that beautiful stank of vulnerability from a mile away, kitten."

His lecherous smirk carved deeper at your dejection as his pale blue eyes roamed your curled-in posture without shame. "Don't got your panties in a twist since I hit that perfect pussy last, do ya?"

Your body stiffened at Grimmjow's vulgar evaluation, shrinking further into yourself. You knew better than to rise to his taunts - that's exactly what he craved. The vile nicknames and degradations rolled off your tongue like drips of venom whenever you dared challenge him.

Before you could attempt to wave him off, Grimmjow closed the distance in several long strides. His large hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back as he dragged you flush against his muscled form.

"Don't act so shy now, babydoll," he purred, hot breath fanning along the exposed column of your neck. "Need I remind you how much your greedy little cunt was squeezin’ this dick that night?"

Grimmjow ground his growing arousal against you purposefully as his free hand shoved your robes aside. Calloused fingertips trailed along the swell of your breast before giving it a rough squeeze.

You remained pliant under his dominance, not an ounce of defiance in your frame as he mouthed along your jugular hungrily. Normally his bold manhandling would have you squirming with need, hips rolling wantonly against him. But tonight, you felt...numb. Hollow. hehe hollow

Grimmjow stilled, finally registering your complete lack of reaction. With a frustrated growl, he grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his probing glare.

"The hell's gotten into you?" he demanded through gritted teeth. "I know you want this just as bad, you little slut."

Still you said nothing, merely holding his intense stare impassively. Grimmjow's grip on you relaxed a fraction as his brows furrowed, somehow sensing something besides lust was amiss.

"Don't tell me Ulquiorra's icy act has finally gotten to you," he scoffed, rough fingers still gripping your chin. "That bastard couldn't find his way outta a real emotion if his life depended on it."

You remained silent, but the slight tremor in your lower lip gave you away. Grimmjow's mocking smirk softened minutely.

"Ah, so that's what's got your pretty little panties in a twist," he murmured, thumb tracing the plump swell of your mouth. "Did his highness pull another of his little hot and cold acts? Warmin' your sheets one night only to freeze you out after?"

Your chin quivered tellingly in his grasp. Grimmjow tsked, shaking his head in faint amusement as he pulled you closer once more, his other arm banding around your waist.

"Listen up, kitten. That's just how the prick operates," he breathed against the crown of your head. "Gets a taste of the good stuff only to retreat back into his philosophical bullshit once the nut's been busted."

His crass bluntness should have earned him a firm rebuke. But you simply sagged further against Grimmjow's broad chest, seeking an anchor in his hold as your hands bunched his jacket lapels.

"Pretty fucked up, I'll give you that," he continued thoughtfully, fingers skating along your lower back. "But you know what'll help get your mind offa that shit?"

Grimmjow's palm traveled lower, cupping your backside and giving it an emphatic squeeze as his hips canted against yours.

"Lemme put this fat dick back where it belongs, huh?" he rumbled, tongue tracing the delicate shell of your ear. "Make you forget all about that cold prick's mind games for a while."

You shuddered despite yourself at his familiar gravelly murmurs. Perhaps letting Grimmjow distract your troubled thoughts wasn't the wisest idea...but you already felt yourself falling under his seductive spell once more.

The slick glide of Grimmjow's skilled tongue along the column of your neck had you melting against him, a soft mewl escaping your lips as his wandering hands stoked your arousal. Perhaps letting him lavish you with rough affection was unwise, but surely it beat wallowing alone with your turbulent thoughts.

Just as you began to lose yourself in Grimmjow's intoxicating touch, a frigid spike of reiatsu pierced the heady atmosphere. You gasped, instinctively stiffening in Grimmjow's arms as a familiar presence manifested in the room like an ominous storm front.

"My, my..." Grimmjow drawled languidly, not bothering to face the intruder as his teeth grazed your earlobe. "If it isn't the man of the hour himself. You're just in time for the show, princess."

"Remove yourself from her vicinity. Now." Ulquiorra's tone was arctic, promising unspeakable violence should his directive go unheeded.

Grimmjow merely chuckled, the rumbling vibration sending tingles across your sensitized skin before he slowly released you. You immediately shrank back, head bowed in a futile attempt to avoid Ulquiorra's withering emerald glare.

"Didn't realize you'd get your pansy panties in such a twist just from me giving the lady some much-needed attention," Grimmjow tossed over his shoulder as he slinked for the exit. "My bad. She's all yours, jackass."

The breath stilled in your lungs as the two Espada's reiatsu clashed in the confines of your chamber, nearly buckling your knees with its intensity. You didn't dare raise your gaze until Grimmjow's presence faded into the distance.

When you finally chanced a peek at Ulquiorra, regret came swiftly. Unlike his typical unflappable demeanor, barely-restrained fury was contorting his features into something feral.

"Is this a new pastime of yours?" he seethed through gritted teeth. "Fraternizing with any of Las Noches' strays the moment I turn my back?"

Your mouth worked uselessly as you cowered under his menacing stare, hands fisting in the disheveled folds of your robes. This unreserved hostility was so at odds with the tenderness he'd shown just days prior.

Ulquiorra advanced with measured strides until his chest was a hairsbreadth from yours. You shrank back on instinct, but his fingers ruthlessly gripped your jaw, forcing your widened eyes to meet his.

"You'd do well to remember your place, woman," he hissed lowly. "Any further indiscretions and I'll be forced to--"

A choked whimper broke free as tears began to streak your flushed cheeks. Your throat ached with the effort to hold back deeper sobs wracking your frame.

Ulquiorra cut off abruptly, brows twitching ever so slightly at the unexpected display of raw emotion. Both your bodies remained frozen in that charged tableau, his vice-like hold the only point of contact.

Then, in a seemingly unconscious motion, the pad of his thumb brushed away the dampness from your cheekbone. His glinting stare bored into your own, furrow deepening as if searching for...something.

The gentle swipe of calloused skin seared through you more intensely than his brutal grip moments before. Your breath hitched under his penetrating scrutiny, scarcely daring to believe the shift in his manner.

Ulquiorra's gaze flickered to your parted lips. You barely registered his hooded lids drifting shut before his mouth crashed over yours in a searing kiss.

Ulquiorra kissed you with an ardor that contrasted starkly with his earlier rage, as if he was a man starved. His lithe frame pinned you against the nearest wall, one palm cradling your nape while the other mapped every curve hungrily. You surrendered to his questing mouth, reveling in the low rumbles vibrating from his chest.

Without preamble, he hooked an arm beneath your knees, easily lifting and cradling you to his chiseled torso. You blinked up at him in breathless surprise as he began carrying you from your chambers, emerald eyes burning with an intensity you'd never witnessed before.

The journey to his private quarters passed in a heated haze. You trailed open-mouthed kisses along the strong column of his neck, fingertips skating the defined musculature of his back and shoulders as he strode with purposeful strides.

Finally, Ulquiorra crossed the threshold and sealed you both inside, kicking the door shut with a resounding thud. He didn't pause until depositing you atop the neatly tucked sheets of his own bed. You drank in the image of him hovering above, face half-shadowed and muscles rippling beneath the remaining swathes of his uniform.

His piercing emerald stare held you immobile as his calloused palms bracketed your flushed face.

"That night, when Grimmjow dared defile you with his debased presence before my eyes..." Ulquiorra's deep timbre carried a rarefied rumble. "Had he so much as looked upon you improperly, I would not have hesitated to tear out his throat with my bare hands."

One hand trailed down the side of your neck with deliberate slowness as he leaned closer, breath fanning hotly against your lips.

"You are mine, woman. Mine to claim..." His other hand found purchase at the curve of your hip, yanking you flush against the rigid planes of his body. "Mine alone to touch, to covet, to possess utterly."

Ulquiorra crushed his mouth against yours in a searing, punishing kiss, as if staking an irrevocable brand of possession. When he at last released your abused lips with a rasp of air, his intense stare had you pinned unblinkingly.

"I will no longer tolerate any inability on your part to understand the extent of what you mean to me," he vowed in a low growl. "Your existence belongs to me and no other. This mindless jealousy is...unacceptable."

Ulquiorra's burning stare held you transfixed as his dexterous fingers made deft work of the buckles and fastenings of his remaining clothes. With each released clasp, more of his marble-pale flesh was laid bare.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from the hollow cavity in the center of his toned chest - the eternal reminder of the sacrifice of his heart. The sharp, black lines framing the void seemed to beckon, tempting you to reach out and trace their unusual patterns.

As the white jacket parted and slipped from his lithe form, you marveled at the sculptural contours of Ulquiorra's body. The defined valleys and peaks of his musculature appeared carved from the finest alabaster beneath his deceptively delicate ivory skin. He moved with an almost preternatural grace, like some ancient greco-roman statue given unnatural life.

When his hakama pooled at his feet, your breath hitched at the sight of his nude, chiseled figure bathed in the moonglow filtering through the window slits. The dark lines adorning every inch of his form only enhanced the ethereal, haunting beauty in his design.

Ulquiorra's penetrating stare missed nothing as he drank in your unhidden admiration and awe. His eyes glinted emerald in the low light as he reached for you once more, looming over your splayed form with the dangerous poise of a great white panther.

"What you've awoken within me..." he rasped in a gravity-laced baritone. "This relentless, maddening need to make you truly understand you are utterly mine in every sense..."

His mouth crashed over yours in a searing, uninhibited kiss that robbed you of any coherent thought - only the overwhelming sensation of finally being subsumed by this enigmatic fallen angel's fever.

Ulquiorra's scorching kisses left a blazing trail down the slender column of your neck. His deft fingers made short work of the fastenings securing your robes, pushing the folds of fabric aside to map every newly exposed inch of silken skin.

You arched instinctively into his exploratory caresses, a soft keen escaping as his lips found that sensitive hollow beneath your ear. Ulquiorra's calloused palms traced up the underside of your thighs before hooking behind your knees, effortlessly drawing your legs around his narrow hips.

"You are the only light in my eternal damnation," he murmured in a low rasp against the racing pulse at your throat. "This insatiable thirst you've awakened cannot be quelled by anything but submitting you to the deepest recesses of my obsession."

With one final tug, the last offending layers were banished, leaving you achingly bare before his piercing regard. Ulquiorra's smoldering stare roved every curve and swell as if committing your form to memory for the first time. When his gaze at last met yours, those blazing emerald orbs held the intensity of a thousand hot suns.

"You are mine, woman," he growled with irrefutable possession. "Every whimper, every gasp, every broken cry of ecstasy - all of it belongs only to me."

Calloused fingertips trailed down the valley between your breasts with torturous leisure as Ulquiorra's mouth began mapping your feverish skin once more. You could only surrender beneath his scorching brand, a willing offering soon to be consumed wholly by his all-consuming blaze as soon as he sealed his mouth over the peak of your breast.

His hot, wet tongue swirled a slow circuit, laving the pert bud relentlessly before suckling with bruising force. The rough pads of his fingers rolled the other peak in perfect rhythm, sending bolts of electricity straight to your core.

"Ul-Ulquiorra, please," you keened, hips instinctively rolling against him. "I-I need..."

"Do not test my self-control," he warned with a low growl, teeth scraping against the supple swell of your breast. "Or I will be forced to prolong your torment."

"N-no, please...I'm sorry," you panted, nails raking against the sculpted muscles of his back. "P-please...I can't..."

Ulquiorra's sinful mouth returned its attentions to the other nipple, mercilessly suckling and nipping until the sensations became almost too much to bear. When his hand traveled lower, his long fingers easily parting your slick folds, your spine bowed and hips bucked wildly.

"Look at how beautifully you fall apart beneath my touch," he mused against the flushed column of your neck, a rare hint of amusement in his gravel-laced voice.

His fingers continued their unhurried exploration, the rough pads stroking that perfect bundle of nerves with agonizing precision. A fresh wave of slick coated his teasing digits, your walls already beginning to flutter around his touch.

"Tell me, woman," Ulquiorra drawled against the shell of your ear, his deep tone edged with a dark promise. "Does your cunt still beg for his touch?"

You writhed restlessly against the sheets, a high-pitched whimper slipping from your kiss-bruised lips as his expert touch sent shocks of pleasure coursing through your veins.

"N-no, never," you gasped, nails digging into his flexing shoulder blades. "Only...only y-yours."

"And what about his filthy words," Ulquiorra continued, his thumb rolling a punishing rhythm across your swollen bundle of nerves. "How he spoke of defiling your sweet cunt with his filthy cock. Do they still linger in your mind?"

His skilled digits continued their relentless assault, sending you hurtling towards release at a maddening pace. Your inner walls began clamping down around his fingers, signaling an imminent plunge.

"N-no, just y-yours," you whimpered, head thrashing against the sheets. "I-I'm only y-yours, please..."

"Good girl," he rasped, lips ghosting the column of your throat. "Cum for me, now."

That last command sent you crashing over the edge with a wordless cry, a blinding supernova exploding behind your eyelids as your inner walls rippled violently around his fingers, scalding liquid gushing from your weeping entrance.

As you gradually surfaced, a soft mewl escaped at the sensation of him removing his fingers from your slick heat. Your gaze followed the movement to find his hand slowly disappearing into his mouth, lips wrapping obscenely around his digits and sucking them clean with a low hum.

"So sweet," he murmured, eyes falling closed briefly. "But you're not finished, woman."

Without preamble, Ulquiorra gripped the undersides of your thighs, spreading them wide and exposing your slick, puffy folds. A shiver wracked your frame at the raw, feral hunger darkening his emerald stare as he lined his thick length against your drenched entrance.

He sheathed himself within your molten depths in a single thrust, hissing through gritted teeth at the feeling of you wrapped snugly around his shaft. You arched, spine bowing from the bed as a breathless sob ripped free, the sudden fullness nearly driving you out of your mind.

"You are perfection, woman," he ground out, the muscles of his back rippling beneath your frantic grasp. "Your body was molded to fit my cock, alone."

Then, without another moment's hesitation, he set a brutal pace.

Ulquiorra's sculpted hips pistoned relentlessly, his heavy sac slapping against the curve of your ass with every deep thrust. He was buried to the hilt with each stroke, the thick tip grinding against your most sensitive spots, and stretching you to the brink.

Every drag of his velvet-over-steel length within your fluttering walls was like the sweetest torture. Every nerve ending was ablaze with pleasure and pain. The coil wound tighter with every punishing thrust.

"Ul-Ulquiorra..." you panted, hands clawing at his back. "P-please, I'm s-so close..."

"Not yet," he commanded, fingers digging deeper into the supple flesh of your thighs. "You'll cum only when I command it."

You could only whimper helplessly beneath his dominance, a litany of pleas spilling forth unbidden. You were a slave to his carnal will, utterly subsumed by his ardor.

With a low growl, Ulquiorra hauled you upright, seating you fully atop his pistoning length. His sculpted torso remained flush against yours, his mouth hovering scant inches from yours as the new angle drove his shaft even deeper.

He held you impossibly tight against him, as if unwilling to permit any distance between you. One large palm cradled your nape, the other hooked beneath your thigh as he resumed his relentless pace, this time driving up into you.

The change in angle had you seeing stars, a breathless keen ripping from your throat. You could do nothing but cling desperately to his broad shoulders, nails scoring the muscled planes of his back, as his thrusts sent you hurtling closer to oblivion.

"Now, woman," Ulquiorra commanded through clenched teeth, emerald eyes glinting in the moonlight. "Cum. For. Me."

At the moment he punctuated those last three words, the hand on your thigh snaked down between your bodies to press ruthlessly against your swollen, pulsating bundle of nerves. The added stimulation coupled with his final, deep thrust was enough to send you careening over the edge with a wordless, primal cry.

Your inner walls spasmed violently around his impossibly thick length, the force of your release nearly painful as you gushed and sprayed all over his shaft and the sheets. A guttural groan vibrated from his chest, his eyes fluttering shut and mouth falling open at the overwhelming sensation of your inner walls clamping down around him.

Ulquiorra captured your mouth in a searing, unchained kiss as his hips bucked wildly, burying himself to the hilt one last time. You moaned, relishing the scorching spurts of his release coating your walls and the sensation of his throbbing cock filling you completely.

He remained buried inside, holding you against his sculpted frame as his shaft twitched and pulsed, his tongue mapping every inch of your mouth. You could do little else but melt bonelessly against him, utterly sated and blissfully content.

After a long moment, Ulquiorra reluctantly pulled away, hissing at the sensation of his oversensitive length dragging against your soaked folds. His emerald stare held you transfixed, burning with a newfound intensity that took your breath away.

In the hazy afterglow, Ulquiorra gathered you against his chiseled form, cradling you flush against his chest. His fingers traced idle patterns along the dip of your spine as you sat entwined amid the disheveled bedding.

"Does this newfound closeness...unsettle you?" he murmured low, emerald stare glinting with undisguised curiosity. "I do not intend to make you uncomfortable with such overt affections."

He tilted your chin up with one knuckle, boring into your eyes with an intensity that stole your breath. "But it seems...incomplete to not hold you in my arms as I should."

The raw sincerity in his normally reserved tenor tugged at your heartstrings. With a small smile, you nestled deeper into his embrace, reveling in the warm, protective cocoon of his arms.

"It's not uncomfortable," you murmured, lips ghosting his marble-pale skin. "I-I...actually kind of like it."

"You would," he scoffed, fingers tracing the curve of your hip. "You always did seek comfort in the most peculiar places."

A dusting of color bloomed in your cheeks at his dry observation. You made a small noise of protest, preparing a retort, when Ulquiorra's palm flattened over the small of your back. He effectively eliminated any remaining space between your bare forms as he pulled you flush atop his chiseled torso.

The unmistakable heat of his cock stirred against your belly, forcing a trembling exhalation past your lips. Ulquiorra's stare remained impassive, but the subtle twitching at the corners of his mouth hinted at self-satisfaction.

"Do not mistaken my...indulging of this closeness as accidental," he rumbled, aquiline nose skimming along your jawline. "I am quite intentional in keeping what is mine thoroughly sated."

You shivered at the dark timbre of his promise, nails raking lightly down the pale expanses of his back. Ulquiorra hissed out an indrawn breath through gritted teeth, muscles tensing beneath your exploratory caress.

"Pleasant as this interlude has been," he muttered tautly. "Do not think for a moment that I've had my fill of you, woman."

With a deft pivot of his hips, Ulquiorra rolled you beneath him once more, body coiling with restrained power and undeniable intent. His penetrating stare pinned you unblinking as he loomed above, backlit by the moonglow slatting through the windows.

"This possession is eternal. You would be wise to understand that..." He sealed the vow with a searing, sidelong glance that branded you to your very core. "...Pet."

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uraharasfavoriteexperiment · 7 months ago

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[ pairing ] roommate!byakuya kuchiki x streamer!male reader [ genres ] smut. js filthy smut. [ cw ] kissing (more like making out), really heavy cursing, finger fucking, rough sex, light choking, breeding, praising, body worship, pet names (love, prince, doll, doll face, baby, kitten), short!reader [ author's notes ] cloud ten is a thing now. make cloud ten a thing. oh also there's a mention that you're grimmjow's brother + a grimmichi mention. [ words ] 2665 (how did this take so long.) please reblog fanfictions when you read one you like! likes do not help writers' algorithms!

"m/n-"

you hear a familiar voice from across your flat. you grin, practically bouncing in your gaming chair out of sheer excitement.

"hey guys, i gotta go~" you say, giving your live chat the cute puppy pout you were known for.

"whaaat nooo!!" came a stream of incredibly pouty protests from some of your regulars, "whyyy"

you smile, pouting again. "my boyfriend is home!" you say, hoping they'll come to understand.

"oooh ok then go! go go go, go be with ur big handsome hunk~"

your brightly colored, coral-blue eyebrows disappear into your equal-parts brightly colored, coral-blue hair.

"elaborate." you demand, your voice cool, low and almost indistinguishable from your boyfriend's.

"oh gulp ok um- well he snuck on ur cam a couple streams back and i- 😳 that man is. is very hot. um. yeah."

you grin proudly, blushing lightly and nodding furiously.

"yeah, he is hot. he's really hot, i love him." you admit happily, looking over at your office door impatiently. your grin widens when byakuya walks in, and you squeal happily, looking back at your camera.

"alright guys, i'm gonna head out for the night, the man of the house is home and i gotta help him decompress from work." you say, faking a sad pout and dragging the pad of your pointer finger down your cheek to simulate a tear of sadness.

"i might get on tomorrow, but maybe not~ byyyye!" you smile and wave, flashing your happiest grin to your chat. you click the "End Stream" button and turn off your camera, spinning around in your chair and running into byakuya's arms. he smiles, wrapping his arms around you and burying his nose in your hair. he inhales a deep breath of your comforting scent, letting his eyes close and squeezing you possessively.

"you've washed your hair." he observes quietly. you look up at him, confused.

"how'd you know?!" you ask, tilting your head to the side like a confused puppy. his soft, tired smile becomes slightly more mysterious. you squint at him suspiciously.

"byakuyaaaa..." you say, "tell me."

"nope." he responds. you growl. byakuya goes completely, utterly, and defiantly silent in response.

you growl again, much more furiously this time, and without warning you give him the furious-pout-puppy-eyes combo...

and his demeanor crumbles.

"whenever you wash your hair it becomes shinier and more fluffy, and it starts to shine blue." he admits, his face turning a light, rosy pink. you smile shyly, your heart swelling with intense amounts of affection that you couldn't dream of explaining in words.

"you're so damn cute, 'kuya..." you say, pouting again, "makes me wanna ruin you."

byakuya's eyes darken and his aura changes from tired to something more threatening. his hands slide down your back and squeeze your waist, pulling you further up against him. he leans in, and his face is suddenly less than half an inch from yours. your heart skips a beat.

"you ruined me a long time ago, m/n..." he says in a near-whisper, "and besides... it's not gonna be you who takes control tonight."

you grin, leaning in and closing the distance, letting byakuya pick you up by your thighs. he wraps your legs around his waist and carries you effortlessly toward the plush, satin couch you had in your office, dropping you carefully into the cushions and quickly yanking off his shirt, not even bothering to move his hair back out of his face.

he needed you too much, and byakuya was an incredibly impatient man.

he pretty much falls on top of you, immediately burying his face in your neck and latching onto your throat hungrily. you moan at the sudden (and quite aggressive) contact, and your hands stray of their own accord up into his hair. your fingers tangle into his long, dark locks, and you pull his hair a little without noticing, eliciting a ravenous growl from the back of byakuya's throat. he bites harder on your flesh, leaving a bright purple mark on your throat.

byakuya pulls away without any warning, making you whine in furious protest. he grins, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tightly, kissing you roughly. he keeps the kiss heated but continues to tease you, waiting. then, when you moan needily into his mouth, he takes the chance he's been waiting for, slipping his tongue into your mouth. you moan again, but this time the sound is a little more highly pitched.

"'kuya, c'monn..." you whine, "quit teasin' me, quit bein' a meanie~"

byakuya grins, shoving his tongue down your throat again. he growls, the immense pent up horn evident in his voice as he slips down your body like a snake, leaving little kisses and loving nibbles on your neck and collar bones. he continues this way for a few seconds, then his hands slide up underneath your shirt to grip your waist.

"take it off, kitten." he demands quietly, "now." you nod quickly, gently pushing him off of you and sitting up. you bend over and pull your shirt off as quick as you can, tossing it onto the floor and impatiently pulling byakuya back down with you, smashing your lips onto his. he shoves his tongue into your mouth and sliding his rams around your waist again, growling possessively.

"you're on a short leash tonight, you know." he says, breaking the kiss and looking you right in the eyes, ignoring the whiny protest you give. you look up at him, confusion clear in your face.

"what do you mean, 'kuya?" you ask, "what'd i do?"

"you made me go to that fucking meeting, m/n." he says as though this should have been obvious, "kurosaki and your brother are beyond insufferable, they never stop fighting. they're worse than you and renji."

you groan, rolling your eyes and squirming aggressively underneath byakuya's weight, pouting furiously at him.

"how's it my fault that blueberry and strawberry can't keep their hands to themselves?!"

"because i said so."

you pout in an unnamed emotion miles past fury.

"not fair."

"i'll make it up to you later." byakuya says quietly, latching onto your throat again with no warning. but this time he includes something else in his torturous ministrations- something a little more kinky.

one hand slips sneakily up your body, and he pokes your bottom lip with two fingers, looking at you expectantly. you grin, giving him what he demands. your tongue comes out and you take his two fingers into your mouth happily, moaning, whining and whimpering around them while he bites and sucks on your neck and throat, leaving the prettiest, purplest hickeys he can make all over your supple, irresistible skin.

byakuya lets you suck on his fingers for a while- about five minutes, before willing (more like forcing) himself away from your throat. he gently pulls his now-soaked fingers out of your mouth, grinning when he sees the shiny string of saliva that connects your swollen, pink lips to his fingers. he takes his weight off you, sits back and looks at you, and you don't even need to be told. you nod, quickly sitting up and kicking off your pants and boxers, pulling him down into another kiss.

while byakuya kisses you, he pulls you close to him by your waist- and now is when you notice that he, like you, is completely naked. he bends over you and touches his forehead to yours as he carefully presses his two fingers into your entrance, whispering praises and sweet nothings into your ear as he slowly guides you into the moment, not wanting to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.

"you're doing so well, doll," he whispers lovingly, kissing the tip of your nose. you whine, shifting a little as he starts to move his fingers inside you.

"keep doing well and i'll fuck you dumb, kitten." he promises coolly, grinning when he sees the lewd, hentai-equivalent facial expression you make. your eyes roll up into your head and your face turns red, and a needy, wanton moan escapes your throat.

"oh god, please- 'kuya, please," you whine, "i-i'll be a good boy-"

byakuya interrupts you, kissing you roughly.

"you'll be a good boy anyway, brat," he hisses, "you've misbehaved today, and you need to repent." he grins wickedly, grabbing your chin with the hand he wasn't finger-fucking you with and forcing you to look at him. you shyly make eye contact with him. an invountary whine escapes your lips and you bite your bottom lip, shifting needily underneath him.

"good kitten." he says lowly, his voice dripping with lust.

byakuya then leans down and latches onto your lips, shoving his tongue into your mouth again and his hand tangles into the hair on the back of your neck. he decides to play with you a little, tugging on your hair, adding another digit into your body without warning and continuing to fuck you relentlessly with his fingers.

after about five minutes of torturing you, he pulls his fingers out of you and repositions himself between your legs, grabbing your thighs and using them as leverage to pull you closer to him. he gets onto his knees in order to support his weight better, then bends over you and kisses you again...

but this time it's different- softer, more gentle and comforting as he slowly, carefully bullies himself into your hole, eating up every moan and whimper that leaves your lips as he fills you up with his ridiculously sized cock.

"f-fuck..." you whine, "shit, 'kuya, you're huge- mpfh-"

byakuya interrupts you impatiently, smashing his lips onto yours. he shoves his tongue down your throat yet again, choosing to wrap one hand around your throat at the same time and absolutely relishing in the choked gasp that rips from your lightly constricted throat in response.

"quiet, doll face." he commands quietly, and the cold, authoritative tone in his voice makes you obey without question, biting your bottom lip again and going silent. your eyes flutter closed and your face turns lily-pink, and a shaky breath escapes you as he starts to move. he lets go of your throat and grabs your thighs, squeezing and kneading them possessively as he steadily speeds up. within not even two minutes he's effectively railing you, holding you by the hips with your thighs wrapped around his waist as he punishes you for what you've done.

"you're doin' so well, kitten," byakuya coos into your mouth, "takng your punishment so fuckin' well... i'll have to remember to reward you dearly after you've taken your retribution."

your face turns bright red at the unwarranted praise, and your heart starts to race, having finally caught up with your head and realized what was going on inside and around your body.

within another five minutes your moans and whines start to become more desperate and high-pitched, and byakuya's name quickly becomes a common appearance in the short spaces between the lewd sounds you were making. your thighs squeeze his waist tightly and your arms are wrapped around his shoulders, your nails scratching bright red lines into his back and shoulder blades.

"aagh, fuck- fuck, shit- ah, fuck, byakuya-" you start to ask him to fuck you harder, but then the tip of his cock hits your prostate, making every thought leave your brain and causing your eyes to roll up into your skull.

"oooh fuck, baby, right there-" you growl like a stray dog, hugging byakuya as close to you as you can as your mind slips over the edge and you ascend to cloud ten. byakuya grins, burying his face in your neck and bites down- hard- on the spot right behind your earlobe, making you all but scream out of sheer, blissful pleasure.

"you're so pretty, baby," he whispers into your ear, making you whine needily, "your thighs are so thick and strong... and your waist is so perfectly shaped..."

your hole clenches around byakuya's cock and you moan loudly in response, making him let loose an animalistic growl that sends lustful shivers raging down your spine. his grip on your hips, which you hadn't noticed before, tightens aggressively, and he's sure it'll leave bruises on your skin later on. the idea of that makes byakuya's skin crawl and sends nasty thoughts flaming through his sex-fogged mind, but he keeps the filthy thoughts to himself and continues on the path he's currently on.

"'m g'na breed you, doll face," he hisses into your ear- and the very idea of it made a violent shiver run down your spine. byakuya feels your body shake, feels your insides squeeze around his cock in response, and a ridiculously uncharacteristically wicked grin spreads across his face- a grin so stupid that you could physically feel it against your neck.

byakuya chuckles, biting down on your neck again and sucking on your already-abused skin until yet another violent purple hickey comes to fruition. his hands slide down your sides and he squeezes your ass hard, so hard- plenty more than enough to make you moan again, and then, without any warning whatsoever, byakuya's pace quickens.

he presses one fist into your gut, forcing you to feel the way he's fucking you, making sure you know exactly who's fucking you so good.

so good...

so...

damn-

good.

your chest starts to heave, your lungs wheezing for air, and your eyes roll up into the back of your head as your orgasm hits you like some sort of heavy force. your pretty sounds go silent, as if someone snuck a hand behind your throat and flipped the off switch...

it infuriates byakuya.

he wants to hear your voice. he wants to hear the pretty sounds coming out of your mouth; he wants to hear exactly how blissful he's making you feel. he growls in irritation, pressing one arm against your throat, applying just enough pressure to make it hard for you to breathe, but not enough to cause you any harm. leans down over you and uses his knees and his free hand to balance his weight, fucking into you faster and faster, harder and harder and harder, fucking you relentlessly through your already-ravaging orgasm.

his own walls crumbled quickly after that moment, and soon he has both arms wrapped around you, hugging you tightly enough that you're still having trouble breathing. you're hugging him back just as hard, but with all four limbs- you're back to making your pretty little sounds, but it's mostly whimpers because you're losing stamina and byakuya is slowly suffocating you. byakuya continues to abuse your prostate, growling into your ear a disorganized mixture of possessive, worshipping and filthy comments that makes your head spin.

"h-hurry..." you whimper weakly, nuzzling his ear with your nose to try to egg him closer to his own orgasm...

and it works. byakuya's walls fall to the ground in pieces. he growls like an animal, slowing down drastically, instead choosing to fuck deeper into you as his orgasm finally finds him. he presses his hand into your gut again, applying as much pressure as he can muster up, whispering filthy, disgustingly sweet praises into your ear (mostly concerning your body) as he fills you to the brim.

byakuya releases the pressure on your gut and slowly pulls out, letting his weight fall on top of you, his chest heaving against yours as you both slowly regains conscious control of your minds.

"you did so well, kitten..." he purrs into your ear, his voice softer than usual. "so fucking good."

you smile weakly, a light pink blush dusting your cheeks. you hug him with every drop of strength you've got left, and he hugs you back, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

"byakuya..." you say quietly.

"yeah, prince?" he responds quietly.

"i love you..." you whisper. byakuya smiles, reaching up with one hand and caressing your cheek with his thumb, dusting your neck, shoulders, collar and chest with light, cloudy kisses.

"i love you too, doll."

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