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⛓Feral Possession: Chapter 30⛓

What's This Feeling?

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~7.2k WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Exophilia, Demon!Grimmjow, Feral Behavior, Blood and Gore, Near Death Experience, Size Difference, Cock Ring, Praise Kink, Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Face Sitting, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Sex, Biting, Creampie, Sub!Switch!Grimmjow Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. If that makes you uncomfortable, you may want to skip this fic.

Summary: After finally getting back home, Wynter gives Grimmjow an unconventional crown.

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Masterlist | Chapter 30:

  "Wynter!" Sajin barked, and my head shot in his direction. I'd been busy grinding plants for healing spells only to stop when he gestured for me to go over to where he stood.

  Getting up from the table, the other exorcists were watching me. Grimmjow remained where he sat with his arms crossed and his face in that resting grumpy expression of his. I could feel his eyes following me as I walked toward the higher-ranked exorcist.

  "Yes, sir?"

  "Follow me." Sajin turned to walk away, and I trailed after him. "You're aware the Soul Society isn't happy with your.... 'situation' with that Espada."

  "I heard they were kinda split."

  "We are." He replied while walking toward the treeline. "I was personally one of those that voted against waiting to see what would happen." My eyes widened a fraction while looking at Sajin. I knew he was high on the exorcist food chain, but I hadn't thought he'd be that high up.

  "And why are you telling me this?"

  "Because I still don't agree with it. However, allowing things to continue this far has had unforeseen outcomes. You're a good exorcist, Wynter. I can see that." Sajin continued as he walked deeper into the woods. "You have great potential."

  "And your issue with that is?" I quirked up a brow.

  "I know there's more going on between you and Pantera." Sajin's tone was firm, and I didn't outwardly react.

  "And why bring me out here to say such a thing to me?" I questioned, and the larger man finally stopped and turned to face me.

  "Because I want to know what you did to him." His eyes narrowed, as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Pantera is known for his ruthlessness and his core of destruction. He's murdered swaths of civilians and exorcists alike, burned villages to the ground, and even fed upon other Arrancar that got in his way. And yet, somehow, he has been genuinely mentoring you. Watching over you in a way not befitting a demon after a powerful soul. Even just moments ago, I saw him monitoring your work to make sure you were doing it properly. So what is it? A curse? Something from Jordan?"

  I was tempted to laugh, and I was so glad I had held out to hear what Sajin thought was going on. I'd been worried he figured out I was having sex with Grimmjow, but he thankfully hadn't.

  "It's no curse nor anything my uncle left behind." I replied with a calm tone while sliding my hands into my pockets. "All Arrancar used to be humans at some point. The more powerful ones being legions of human souls, as you know. Pantera is no different. However, because of our special circumstances, I was capable of working with him to find common ground. He's still that demon capable of devastation, but now other parts of his personality are able to show."

  "You truly believe that?"

  "Yes, I do. You can even read all of the reports made on my discoveries concerning Arrancars, and Pantera specifically. They were sent to your research department. Those aren't bogus claims."

  "You must understand how difficult it is to believe Pantera of all demons came to mentor someone like you who had no magickal abilities whatsoever. Teaching you as he has wouldn't even remotely be in his best interest."

  "That's where you're wrong. Pantera is incredibly selfish. He doesn't want any other demon to get my soul, which is why he started training me. If I can kill any other demon that comes after me, he has no competition. And with him being the Sexta Espada, he himself is incredibly powerful with little to worry about." I shrugged.

  "That I can believe. But his concern for you? His seemingly human behavior? It's a sham."

  "If that's what you believe."

  "It's what I know." Sajin took a step toward me while lowering his hands to his sides. "He's a demon, Wynter. I just don't know how you managed to even get him to fake it."

  "I already explained it. The Espada do have humanity deep within them still. That's all you're seeing here."

  "I need something more tangible to convince me. You are a promising exorcist....and I'm so sorry." Sajin's tone changed before he suddenly grabbed me and threw me.

  As I was going through the air, I felt a tingling sensation wash through me. I hit the ground and rolled a few feet before I managed to stop and sit up. Looking back at Sajin, I saw he was no longer there.

  No- I knew he was just a few yards away since I hadn't seen nor sensed him leaving. However, he was nowhere to be seen. Quickly looking around, I felt my heart pick up pace as I got to my feet.

  Sajin had thrown me outside of the barrier that kept the camp hidden from demons. Having all of these exorcists with powerful souls in one place meant it had to be protected from attacks, except I was now exposed and without a weapon since I'd left it back with Grimmjow.

  I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end when I heard rustling in the bushes. Diving to the side, I barely missed being tackled by a demon with skin like bark and branching antlers.

  It was lithe and tall with stretched-out limbs. It turned to face me with an opened mouth full of human-like teeth as a ghastly groan came from the beast. The demon was about to attack again, and that only left me with two options.

  Protect myself while exposing my position to other demons possibly nearby, or run and hope I could get back inside the barrier before the demon caught me.

  The demon pounced with more speed than before, and I rolled out of the way. Claws caught on my sleeve and tore the fabric with ease. I kicked the demon's face when it tried to bite me, but that only gave me a second to get back on my feet.

  I ran toward the barrier, but the demon was faster and cut me off. Drool dripped from its chin as it roared and flexed its claws.

  I had no choice but to fight.

  It came flying at me, and I built up spiritual energy in my hands. With bared teeth, I swung my fist and caught the demon on the jaw. As soon as I felt my knuckles make contact with its bark-like skin, I used even more spiritual energy in my fist, causing the demon's head to explode.

  Panting as I looked down at the body, I waited to make sure it wouldn't get back up again. I was able to confirm it was dead after a few seconds. However, I sensed another demon already rushing my way.

  I barely had time to react to this one that was bigger and faster. Claws dug into my arm, and I fell while crying out in pain. More demons were stalking out from the shadows of the trees after sensing my spiritual energy. They were closing in as the one closest that looked like a bear with a grassy back and exposed ribs licked the blood from its claws.

  These demons were of the feral variety, absolutely mindless and lost to their hunger like starving animals. There was no hope of distracting them to get away.

  The bear-like demon stood on its hind legs and gave a rattling roar as its ribs snapped open like teeth. Its organs were twisting and coiling around rows of fangs, and I was terrified. It came at me, and I closed my eyes while screaming.

  A blast of raw spiritual energy radiated out from me and burned the bear demon to ash. However, the other demons had been far enough to not get hit, and now they were even hungrier after sensing my power. Holding my bleeding arm, I could feel the tears burning down my cheeks.

  I didn't want to die, but I didn't know how long I could last against all of these demons. Was Sajin watching from the safety of the barrier and waiting for me to die? Or had he already left to go kill Pantera with the help of all the other exorcists?

  Without a weapon, there was no way I could fight back against so many demons.

  I was going to die.

  I could see it in the eyes of the hungry demons as they were salivating and stalking closer. I was going to be ripped apart and devoured.

  The bravest two pounced, and a massive arm swung out to slash them into pieces. A large body stood over me now before a roar so loud it shook the air nearly deafened me. The other demons hesitated as Grimmjow lowered his head, and his chest vibrated with a loud, dangerous growl.

  He was pissed and in his Resurrección form.

  Another demon tried to sneak closer, and Grimmjow bit them in half as they screamed in pain. Blood splattered the ground and soaked into the earth from all of the carnage. Grimmjow was merciless as he tore into the other demons.

  His fist caved in one of their skulls before he threw the body at another demon and ripped out one's heart through their back with his other hand. The heart exploded in his grip, and he swung his fist into the jaws of another demon. It bit down on his arm as if it had the upper hand until Grimmjow was yanking back with a hand full of guts.

  The organs were tossed to the side so that he could grab the demon's jaws and rip open its face. He kept going until the demon was entirely in half. Grimmjow was covered in blood and roared again at those that were left standing.

  They ran off back into the woods, and I sniffled. Fuck, he'd saved me again. I was grateful, but it made me feel weak.

  Grimmjow turned to look at me, and I dropped my gaze.

  "Thanks." I sniffled again and swallowed while carefully moving my hand to look at the gashes on my arm. That demon's claws had gone deep, and the wound was still bleeding so much.

  Grimmjow shifted forms as he got closer.

  "Why the fuck would you leave the barrier without your sword?" His tone was surprisingly gentle as he knelt in front of me. "Come on, let me see it." He held out his clawed hand, and I hesitantly raised my arm.

  "I-I-" Swallowing, I then took a deep breath to try and calm down. "I didn't leave the barrier on purpose." Grimmjow tore my sleeve to expose the wound.

  "So how the fuck did you end up out here?" He asked before licking the gashes, and my hands balled into fists as I bit my bottom lip. I didn't answer, and those blue eyes of his looked at me. "Answer me, Little Rabbit." I couldn't.

  I knew all too well what Grimmjow would do if I told him Sajin had thrown me out here. The demon would, without a doubt, try to kill the exorcist.

  "You're healed, stop crying. Now, how'd you end up out here?" He asked one more time while leaning in closer. Grimmjow licked the tears from my cheek, and I pushed his face away to wipe my other cheek.

  "Stop being so gross."

  "Then answer me."

  "No."

  "Why the fuck not?" He grabbed my hand to move it away, but it seemed to dawn on him as he looked at me. I saw his eyes widen and his mouth turn into a frown. The rage in his expression when he turned to look back toward the barrier was terrifying.

  I blinked, and Grimmjow was gone.

  It sounded like something broke, and I looked over to see a hole in the barrier from Grimmjow forcing his way back inside. I heard a shout and the distinct sound of Grimmjow's claws against a sword.

  Scrambling to my feet, I ran to try and stop Grimmjow. I saw him fighting Sajin in his Resurrección form as his tail flicked in anger.

  "Stop!" I shouted.

  "Stay back, Wynter!" Sajin ordered just before blocking Grimmjow's claws that narrowly missed his face.

  "Pantera!" He was either too angry to hear me or was simply ignoring me as he went after the exorcist with such ferocity. Quickly looking around, I saw there wasn't anyone in sight that could help. If I shouted Grimmjow's name here and now to try and compel him to stop, the Soul Society would have his name.

  I'd taken enough deadly risks today, and I sure as shit didn't want to take more.

  Taking in a deep breath, I broke into a run and jumped onto the demon's back. Grabbing his horns, I yanked his head back while throwing off his next attack aimed at Sajin. Grimmjow yowled and grabbed me before moving to throw me.

  "Wynter!" Sajin looked terrified, except the demon didn't throw me.

  As soon as he pulled me enough over his head to see me, he stopped. Grimmjow's pupils were thin slits as he looked at me, and I was panting while still holding his horns.

  "Please, stop." From how he looked at me, I knew he was asking 'why'. "I'm okay, Pantera. But we won't be if you hurt Sajin. Please, calm down." It was strange looking at him while upside-down, but I didn't dare try to move since his attention was currently on me instead of the exorcist.

  His breathing was quicker from his anger, and I saw his nostrils flare as his brows deeply furrowed. Sajin was silent and watching us with his sword still at the ready.

  I also knew for certain now that Sajin threw me outside the barrier as a test. He wanted to see for himself how Grimmjow would react. But had Sajin been watching us the entire time? Had he seen how Grimmjow tended to my wounds and tried to comfort me?

  "I'm okay now. Please, just drop it." I said with a quieter tone, and the demon growled. I felt his grip on my shirt tighten, and I worried he might still lunge at Sajin once getting me out of the way. Thankfully, he instead began to shrink as his monstrous features mostly disappeared.

  "Just drop it? You could've gotten fucking killed." Grimmjow flashed his fangs with how he snarled, and I swallowed.

  "And because of you, I didn't. It was a test."

  "A test? What kind of fucking test gets you mauled?!" He rose his voice, and I looked up at Sajin.

  "I wasn't the one being tested." I stated. Sajin sighed through his nose before sheathing his sword.

  "I think I've seen enough." He said rather calmly and looked at Grimmjow and I.

  "The fuck are you talking about?"

  "You, Pantera." Sajin's expression was unreadable. I tried to guess what he might be thinking, but I couldn't. Was he satisfied and believed me now? Or did he still doubt my words? "You're not what you used to be." His eyes slightly narrowed as his brows furrowed. "And I think that makes you even more dangerous."

  We watched as he walked away, and I slid down to stand on the ground. It was quiet as the barrier behind us was slowly repairing.

  "We should wait until it fully closes. I don't want any demons getting in because of your recklessness."

  "My recklessness?" Grimmjow turned on me with a snarl. "I saved your life! Again!"

  "And I thank you for that. But you also broke the barrier to attack Mr. Sajin."

  "He's the one that nearly got you killed!" Grimmjow waved his arm in the direction the exorcist had walked in.

  "Teach me how to dematerialize my sword."

  "....What?"

  "You heard me." Looking at the demon with a serious expression, I could see the conflict in his eyes. "I'm strong enough to hurt you now. I should be able to handle it."

  "Wynter-"

  "I'm serious. I can't go through that again. How many times now have I been hurt because I couldn't do something so basic? I know I would've done better out there had I been able to summon my sword. Tell me you don't think I'll be able to do it now."

  Grimmjow didn't look away as his eyes locked with mine. He took in a slow breath before speaking.

  "It's not about whether or not you can dematerialize your sword. It's about whether or not you can handle the Espada essence within it. And we won't know that until you do it. I'm a high-level Arrancar, Wynter. You know the risks."

  "And I'm willing to take them. I can't always rely on you saving me. I can't always hope you'll get there in time, and you know it. I'm tired of being scared." My statement was followed by silence as Grimmjow continued to just look at me.

  He crossed his arms as his eyes narrowed. His tail swayed before he spoke.

  "Fine. I'll teach you how to do it. But not here." Grimmjow walked closer, and his left ear twitched. "They won't let you here."

  "Then when we get back home." I nodded. Looking back at the barrier, it was nearly fully repaired now. "Also....put some pants on. I don't want you flashing all the exorcists in camp." I heard the demon click his claws together, and when I looked at him, he was fully clothed again. "....Could you always do that?"

  "I can do a lot of things with magick, Little Rabbit."

  "So you mean you could have been fixing my clothes this entire time?"

  "Yes." He then smirked while tilting his head. "But I didn't want to."

  "Fucker."

  Heavily sighing as I walked through the front door, I dropped my keys and went to take my shoes off. Grimmjow came in behind me and shut the door. It felt so good to be back home.

  "Yui will be by later to drop off Dagur. Be nice." I said while going toward the stairs with my suitcase. Fingers suddenly grabbed the waistband of my jeans before yanking me back. "Hey!" I shot Grimmjow a look only for him to suddenly grab my jaw and kiss me.

  While holding my jaw, he used his other hand to take my suitcase and toss it to the side. I heard it slide across the floor, and his tongue slid into my mouth. I grabbed his wrist as I reciprocated the kiss.

  Grimmjow was purring deep within his chest and nipped my bottom lip when he finally gave me space to breathe. His nose brushed against mine, and I could see his devilish smirk as he looked down at me.

  "What do you say to letting me eat your pussy before you worry about putting shit away?"

  "Is that seriously the first thing you wanna do after getting home?"

  "I'm used to getting to fuck you on a regular basis, Little Rabbit. That damn training camp took that away from me." Grimmjow's voice was low as he tilted his head to the side. "You and that pretty pussy have been on my mind the whole fucking time."

  "Don't you ever give it a rest?" I questioned while feeling my cheeks getting warmer. Grimmjow licked my cheek before whispering near my ear.

  "Be glad I didn't pin you down on that training field and show everyone the dirty rabbit you really are. Everyone would know such a strong fighter was so weak to my cock." He nipped my ear, and my heart was pounding as I clenched my jaw.

  "Grimmjow, sit." I muttered, and he fell on his ass with a snarl. Looking down at him, I curled my fingers under his chin and tilted his face up. "You poor thing. I didn't know going that long without my touch would make you so needy." Brushing my thumb over his bottom lip, I saw the evil-looking grin he gave me.

  "I can smell how badly you want it, too, so don't give me that shit."

  "Yeah, but the difference between you and I is that I....have patience." I pecked his lips before smiling. "And that means I know exactly what to do with you, kitten." Letting his chin go, I stood up straight and went toward the stairs. "Grimmjow, follow me."

  Going upstairs with Grimmjow compelled to follow, I took the bands out of my hair. When I reached my room, I set them down on the nightstand.

  "Grimmjow, stay." I ordered, and he didn't take another step forward. Sliding my hands up his torso as I looked up at him, I saw how his pupils widened. I slowly pushed his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms. His shirt was next and was dropped on the floor before I turned my attention to his pants.

  The demon was softly purring as he watched me undo the button. Pulling down the zipper, I then slid his pants down his thighs. I wasn't all that surprised to see he wasn't even wearing any underwear.

  "We've got a good few hours before Yui comes by. We might as well relax." I said after pulling my shirt off. Dropping the garment, I then took off my pants and socks. My underwear was the last to go before I went to the edge of the bed. "Grimmjow, kneel."

  His eyes looked so dark as he was forced to obey. He was on his knees, and I bent over to get the box underneath the bed.

  "What are you planning, Little Rabbit?"

  "Don't worry, you'll still get to eat my pussy. But I want to have a little fun first." I smirked while raising my hand to show the silicone ring now sitting around my finger. Placing the box of toys to the side, I looked over my shoulder to see how hard he already was.

  "You want me to wait longer?"

  "Oh, kitten. I think you can handle it." I went down to one knee in front of him to slide the ring around his cock to the base. "You know how much I like you being a good boy for me, don't you?" My voice was nearly a purr when I went to kiss his cheek.

  I pushed a button on the cock ring, and a small blue light lit up. Standing back up, I then went to sit on the bed. Picking up a small remote, I hummed while debating what setting to use.

  "Grimmjow, stay." I ordered when I saw the demon about to pounce. He was forced to remain where he was, and I smiled. "Let's start with 3." I turned on the vibrator in the cock ring before turning it up to the third speed. Grimmjow's hips bucked from the sudden sensation, and I grinned. "Look at me, pretty boy."

  His jaw clenched as he looked at me again. It was a bit harder to tell what he was feeling without his feline ears and tail, but I could still read his human face as his ears were turning red.

  "I'll give you what you want if you behave. Understood?" I asked while spreading my legs. His gaze immediately dropped, and he licked his lips like a hungry animal. "I didn't hear a response, kitten."

  "Yes, Wynter."

  "Good boy." I smiled while watching the demon closely. I knew I was playing with fire here, but how he looked like a barely caged animal was driving me wild. There wasn't any denying that I relished in being desired in such a way.

  How he looked at me with such hunger while itching to get his hands on me was delicious.

  With Grimmjow watching, I began to touch myself. I first trailed my fingers up my inner thigh as his eyes followed every move. My fingers reached the apex of my legs and slid over my labia.

  It felt good to have such control over a powerful demon like Grimmjow. He wasn't moving from his spot, and his eyes were transfixed on me. His breathing faltered as the cock ring was still vibrating, and I spread my fingers.

  I could feel how wet I was and knew he could see it. Bringing up my leg to have my foot resting on the edge of the bed, I wet my fingers with my own slick before touching my clit. I went at a calm pace specifically to agonize Grimmjow.

  "You're doing this on fucking purpose." His voice was husky as he placed his hands on his knees. I saw his muscles twitch as if he was fighting himself from pouncing on me.

  "Of course I am. How could I not enjoy having the Sexta Espada on his knees for little ol' me? Especially when he's so desperate to fuck me." My eyes drifted down to his cock that was still hard and periodically twitching from the vibrator.

  "I'm not desperate."

  "Really? That's not what you said just a few minutes ago." I received a growl in response since he didn't want to admit to doing it. "You're too cute." I smirked before adding more pressure to my clit. My breath shook from the pleasure shooting through my nerves.

  Low rumbling came from Grimmjow's chest as he watched me. I then slid my fingers down and circled my entrance. Arousal was smearing over my skin and dripping onto the blanket. It was taking so much willpower to not let Grimmjow go ahead and touch me.

  Pushing two fingers inside, I closed my eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling. My head fell back as I curled my fingers and tightened my grip on the remote. I could feel Grimmjow's intense stare and didn't even need to look at him to know he was getting even antsier.

  "C'mon, stop being a fucking tease." Grimmjow growled, and I chuckled.

  "I don't think that's how you ask me, kitten." Looking at him again, I saw how his fingers were digging into his thighs from him holding himself back. It was a good thing he was in his human form or his claws would be making him bleed.

  "Fuck you." He bared his teeth at me in defiance.

  "Don't be a brat. Unless you want to sit there all night, that is." I said before softly moaning from the spot my fingers hit.

  "Who are you calling a brat, you little shit?"

  "Mm, I guess you really do want to just keep watching." I ground my palm against my clit for more stimulation and grunted.

  "You can't keep me here."

  "Watch me." I raised the remote before turning the vibrator all the way up. Grimmjow doubled over with a moan from the intense vibrations going through his cock. His cheeks were turning pink, and I knew he hadn't wanted to react in such a way as he clenched his jaw and tried to look relaxed while utterly failing.

  He was falling apart, and I loved it.

  Turning the vibrator back down, I saw his muscles relax as he took a shaky breath. When he looked at me again, I knew he was going to be merciless when he got his hands on me.

  "Now, do you wanna try that again?" I purred, and Grimmjow gave me a devilish grin.

  "You think that's enough to make me crack?"

  "You're already shivering, kitten." I pulled my fingers free of my pussy before opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue. Placing my wet fingers against my tongue, I turned the vibrator all the way up again. His gaze was locked on my mouth as he moaned.

  Sucking my fingers clean, I then reached into the box of toys to pull out a dildo. Grimmjow's brows furrowed even deeper as I held up the toy.

  "So, what'll it be, kitten? You wanna sit there and watch me fuck myself or are you gonna behave?"

  "I-" He was cut off by a moan as his cock twitched.

  "Hmm? I didn't hear you. Did you say you were gonna be a good boy for me?"

  "Yes." His response was breathy, and it turned me on even more.

  "Then say it louder."

  "I'll....I'll be a good boy."

  "That's what I like to hear."

  "Fuck~!" Grimmjow reared back while covering his face with his hands. He was moaning and unconsciously rocking his hips as his cock swayed from the movement. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

  The demon looked so alluring, I was now having to fight myself from going over and riding him. How his thighs flexed and his abs rolled with his rocking hips had me under a spell. He was too fucking gorgeous.

  Turning the vibrator down, I dropped the dildo to the side.

  "Come here, kitten." Grimmjow was on me in a split second. Without questioning or second-thinking, he buried his face between my thighs with my legs over his shoulders. He licked over my pussy with a groan, and I slid my fingers into his soft hair.

  Grimmjow had a firm grip on my thighs when he went to suck on my clit. I moaned while looking down at him, and the demon began to purr. His tongue dragged over my pussy before sliding inside.

  The vibrations from his purring mixed with his hunger had my head spinning as I bit my bottom lip. Dropping the remote, I slid my other hand into his hair. He was making a mess, but it felt so damn good.

  "That's my good boy." I cooed before moaning again. Grimmjow's grip was near bruising as he pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. "Oh, fuck!" I hissed as my grip on his hair tightened.

  He was sucking on my clit again and looked up at me in a way that made me shiver. Grimmjow gave a long, slow lick while maintaining eye contact.

  "You're doing so good."

  "Then ride my face."

  "For a king, you seem to like making your face a throne."

  "What can I say? You're fucking delicious." He nipped my thigh. Patting the bed, I waited for him to get comfortable on the mattress before straddling his head.

  Just like before, he was ravenous and purring and moaning into my pussy. I was praising him between moans as I lightly tugged on his hair, and he seemed to take pride in my every word. Even if I was the one giving orders and praise, Grimmjow was the one having his pride and ego stroked. He took such pleasure in making me buck and shudder as I called him a 'good boy' and trapped his face between my thighs.

  However, just before I could cum, the demon finally snapped. With the cock ring still on and vibrating, Grimmjow was pounding into me while I was facedown in the pillow.

  I cried out and was muffled by the pillow while feeling his breath on the back of my head. He was snarling and growling with a hand firmly placed between my shoulder blades. Grimmjow pistoned his cock at a steady, rapid pace that had me careening over the edge and the headboard hitting the wall.

  "Mine." The demon growled as his lips brushed over my nape. "You're all fuckin' mine." He nipped, and I moaned. "Yes, praise me more!" Grimmjow's hand on my back moved to grab my jaw to lift my face and pry my mouth open. My moans were no longer muffled and kept coming with every thrust of his hips. "Your voice holds such worship." His tone was low and close to a purr.

  He was taking each moan as a compliment, the cocky bastard.

  "Oh, fuck! This fucking- Ngh~!- ring. I need to hear it. Wynter, please, I need it!" Despite his growling, he sounded so desperate. He was just shy of whining as he continued to wordlessly beg.

  Even though Grimmjow was so powerful and mighty, he was still in the palm of my hand. I knew exactly what he wanted as he held me to his chest and kept thrusting his cock deep into me. I decided to give what he begged for since he'd been so well-behaved.

  "Grimmjow! Fuck, yes, Grimmjow!" I moaned his name, and he went feral. Nails dug into my skin as his teeth sank into my shoulder. It was overwhelming as all I could do was cling to the pillow while pleasure drowned my senses.

  His cock was like a battering ram as his balls smacked against me. I cried out as my vision lost focus and my muscles clenched from the intensity of the orgasm crashing through my body. Grimmjow was twitching and pumping me full of cum as he continued to fuck me. He didn't stop until the last drop spilled from his cock and was leaking from my pussy.

  My entire body went slack as I panted. With my cheek on the pillow, I took a moment to enjoy the heat and weight of Grimmjow still on me. He grabbed the remote to turn off the vibrator before the stimulation became too much for either of us.

  "You need it, huh?" I said with a breathy voice and an amused smile.

  "It's so good." Grimmjow responded before licking my cheek.

  "You like me moaning your name that much?"

  "Yes." He purred and slowly rolled his hips to make me take in a sharp breath. "And I'm not done with you yet."

  "Oh? Just letting me catch my breath, are you?"

  "We have missed time to make up for." He licked the bite on my shoulder before pulling away. "Roll over." I did as told, and Grimmjow grabbed a pillow to tuck it under my hips. He then laid on me while resting his elbows on either side of me. "Your face is so red." He chuckled.

  "I bet." I scoffed before gently holding his face in my hands and rubbing my thumbs over his cheeks. "Can I tell you something without you laughing at me?" Grimmjow was already melting into my touch but managed to look at me with a serious expression.

  "What is it, Little Rabbit?" He didn't say he wouldn't laugh, but he was giving me the opportunity to speak. However, did I really want to take this chance to say what was really on my mind? It would be a moment of vulnerability if I did so.

  No, I was going to do it. Grimmjow was dense, and I would need to take a few risks if I wanted more progress.

  "I missed getting to touch you like this." My voice was soft as my gaze went to my hands on his cheeks. Grimmjow froze as he looked at me as if waiting for me to say 'sike'. When he realized I was being sincere, his expression gave away so much, and I didn't think he even realized how he was looking at me now.

  "Why would you tell me something like that?"

  "Honestly? Because I wanted you to know, and, hopefully, you'd be honest with me in return." My words seemed to roll around in his head for a second.

  "....Fine. I didn't like going so long without being able to be this close to you. I didn't like not being able to sleep in your arms."

  "Oh. Oh, wow, I wasn't expecting you to go that far."

  "You don't seem upset that I did."

  "I mean, this is a good thing, Grimmjow. I'm just surprised you're able to voice those feelings."

  "You think I'm some coward?"

  "Well, no. It's just-"

  "It's weakness, yeah. But, after what happened, I'm beginning to realize what you meant about showing weakness being a sign of strength."

  "What do you mean after what happened?"

  "In the woods. You were crying, but you still burnt that demon to a crisp. You're so weak and don't hide it, yet you're also capable of such destruction. I...." Grimmjow trailed off as his brows slightly furrowed. "In a strange way....I think I admire it."

  I was floored by his confession. I had underestimated his progress with emotional awareness.

  Pulling his face closer, I kissed him. When we parted, I was smiling.

  "The Great Pantera admires me, huh?"

  "Yeah, you should be honored." The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile.

  "Oh, very." I chuckled and pulled him into another kiss. When I brushed his hair out of the way to kiss his forehead, he began to purr. I ran my fingers through his soft hair as the low rumbling in his chest continued. "Perhaps I spoil you too much."

  "I'm a king." Grimmjow scoffed. "I do not get spoiled."

  "Then you must have a different definition of a king 'cause they definitely get spoiled."

  "Just shut up and keep giving me affection."

  "Hm. No." I pulled my hands away and laced my fingers behind my head. "How about you give me affection?" I felt the urge to laugh at the face Grimmjow was making as he looked down at me.

  The demon huffed before gently cupping my cheek in his hand. His palm was warm and comforting as he watched his thumb brush over my cheek. Such a simple touch made me feel weak.

  His fingers slowly trailed along my jaw before his thumb brushed over my lips. Grimmjow's touch was delicate, and he leaned down to kiss me. It was a sweet, slow kiss as he held my face.

  I placed my hand on his nape and deepened the kiss. His arm slid under me to hold me closer as we were chest-to-chest. He trailed his fingers down my throat and along my side with a feather-light touch that made goosebumps rise on my skin.

  Grimmjow was taking his time before squeezing my thigh. He added tongue to the kiss as he purred.

  Why did this feel like worship even though he was a demon?

  I could only take so much of the gentle caresses before I was craving more.

  "Grimmjow."

  "Hm?"

  "I'm good to go again." I muttered, and he licked his lips like a hungry animal. Grimmjow lined up his cock and slowly pushed inside. He then buried his face into my neck and shoulder as his other arm wrapped around me as well.

  He hugged me to his chest as he slowly rocked his hips. Draping my arms around his shoulders, I heard my breathing hitch from him going balls deep and grinding against me. Grimmjow was still purring as he nipped the side of my neck and licked.

  This had to be the gentlest he'd ever been with me, and I couldn't say that I disliked it. He was also clearly enjoying it, but how long could his patience last?

  I shot up in bed when I heard knocking. I didn't remember falling asleep, but I obviously had at some point. Grimmjow was already up and pulling on a pair of my basketball shorts. They were tight on his hips but worked well enough to go answer the door.

  I laid back down with a sigh as he left and ran a hand down my tired face. I debated going back to sleep before rolling over and pulling the blanket up higher. In the quiet, I was nearly back asleep before I heard claws scrabbling across the wood floor.

  Dagur jumped onto the bed and was excitedly hopping around until he plopped down against me and shoved his nose into my face. His tail was going wild, and I chuckled while patting his head. He was so happy to see me and wouldn't stop wiggling.

  When Grimmjow came back, Dagur bounced up to get at him. Grimmjow growled a warning because of how excited the dog was.

  "Not the mouth!" He tried to get on the bed, but Dagur blocked him by rolling over behind me. I couldn't help but snort since I knew Dagur was wallering around with his paws in the air. "That's my spot, you damn mutt."

  "Be nice. He's just happy to see us."

  "He's still in my spot." Grimmjow had to push Dagur out of the way before he could climb under the blanket. Wrapping an arm around me, the demon settled down against my back while Dagur was coming around to lay down in front of me. Grimmjow sighed through his nose as he nuzzled into my hair.

  "Did Yui have anything to say?"

  "Just wanted to tell you hi and that Dagur was well-behaved."

  "That's good."

  "Mm."

  "Anything else?" I asked while finding his hand on my stomach and lacing my fingers with his.

  "Nah, that was pretty much it."

  "Then I'm going my ass back to sleep." I heard Grimmjow chuckle, and he pulled me closer. Closing my eyes, I could feel the smile on my lips as the demon began to softly purr.

  Sitting at my desk, I was getting some work done while Grimmjow was making dinner. Dagur was curled up at my feet, and the atmosphere was so calm. The smell of dinner slowly began to fill my office as I tapped away on my laptop.

  My body still ached from the training camp and getting fucked for hours by the resident demon, so learning how to dematerialize my sword would have to wait until another day. However, I was looking forward to Grimmjow's cooking.

  Double-checking my notes, I saved my work before moving on to the next chapter. Reading the text on the screen, I became so engrossed in it that I lost track of time. However, I was still managing to get the work done.

  By the time Grimmjow came waltzing in with dinner, my stomach was growling. He had a devilish grin while holding up the plates as his tail swayed.

  "Guess I don't need to ask who's hungry."

  "Gimme a sec." I went to save my progress, and Grimmjow hopped onto my desk with such grace before using his paw to scoot my laptop out of the way.

  "It's time to eat, Little Rabbit. I cooked." He crouched and set down one of the plates in front of me.

  "You just want me to compliment your work."

  "It is your duty after all."

  "My duty?" I quirked up a brow, and Grimmjow swung his legs over the side of the desk.

  "I am your king and master. Ingratiate yourself, pet."

  "Mm-hm. Didn't seem like I was a pet when I had you on your knees or when you were begging." I saw his ears flick back before he shot me a look. "I'm also pretty sure your crown isn't supposed to have a vibrator in it."

  "Maybe so, but what a worthy crown it is." Grimmjow smirked. "Perhaps I should wear it more often." His purring tone and the memory of his bucking hips as he covered his face while moaning had my cheeks and ears getting warmer. "Pervert."

  "Look who's talking!" I snapped at him before shoving a bite of food into my mouth. He burst into maniacal laughter while pointing at me since I was obviously embarrassed.

[einshi]

had he possessed a heart, ulquiorra would resent him. perhaps even hate him, feel anything akin to the negative emotions that always drove human souls astray and kept them prisoner in this barren land. what he can sense instead is distaste, that alone was too much power over him. drawing his sword isn’t necessary, spiritual pressure being enough to crush the fingers clasping his wrist until it’s freed out of the grip. warmth veils him, unfamiliar, foreign.

‘ that you suggest blind obedience as a discipline case yourself is beyond my understanding. wonder all you want. power is the only rule that matters in hueco mundo. or have you forgotten the meaning behind those numbers engraved into our bodies? shall i remind you? ’

teeth and claws of nameless hollows surrender like this, that’s what his eyes have seen time and time again before his recruitment and arrival to the palace. this ploy, however, garners more than merely a display of intangible energy. ulquiorra steps forward, until the released energy slithers and devours grimmjow whole: he aims for the knees, the shoulders, any part of his body that can bend in a way that will break not the bones but his pride, so painstakingly secured. he awaits for groans, sharp threats, baseless confidence; in a way he’s developed a hunger of his own, too.

‘ this is how it should be — obedience goes in tandem with submission. you who stands two steps below on the ladder speak too loudly for what you're worth. ’ it occurs to him, belatedly, that perhaps this is what he wanted. rebellion craves violence, and violence’s nature is to be subdued, by any force or means necessary. his right hand finds its way back to grimmjow’s exposed torso, steadies the body about to rise on its own and pushes him down to his knees, fingertips sharp and whetted appetite. if he had a heart. though the absence is ever-present in his chest, what he does have is a stomach, an ego, the self. his foot manages to kick one of grimmjow’s legs to the side and spreads just enough of his limbs to dig a heel unnervingly deep and firm to grimmjow’s groin, drawing something just short of a gasp out of the beast.

grimmjow could probably get off like this - no, he definitely could, and the thought itself is horrifically unsatisfying enough to make him ponder the attention, reminding him where the limits lay. in the midst of all their bloodshed, he finds that he wants it. wants it just as much as he despises it. 

 ‘ stop squirming. stay still or fight it, it’s all the the same to me. fact remains that you’ll have to submit to one thing or the other. which will it be, grimmjow? ’

con't - @einshi

DEFEAT  BURNS  THROUGH  HIM  LIKE  RANCID  WINE  -  heady  on  his  tongue  and  thick  in  the  sands  that  adorn  hueco  mundo's  never  ending  drifts.  for  a  creature  that  coveted  carnage  and  battle,  the  6th  was  dissonant  -  ripe  with  his  rage  and  wearing  it  the  same  way  he  always  did  :  like  armor.  loss  wasn't  something  grimmjow  suffered  -  loss  wasn't  something  he  took  lightly,  and  while  the  curl  of  mottled  flesh  across  his  'skin'  would  be  an  ever  present  reminder  of  a  near  deathblow  at  the  hands  of  that  self-righteous  idiot,  what  stung  the  most  was  ulquiorra's  patient,  verdant  gaze  -  and  the  caress  of  claws  across  his  nearly  bare  chest.

the  feral  part  of  his  brain  screamed  'danger!  danger!  danger!'  before  souring  once  again.  ulquiorra,  of  course,  did  not  think  like  grimmjow  did  -  did  not  think  that  the  taking  of  a  fellow  espada's  life  would  mean  a  notch  in  the  belt  of  power.  he  didn't  have  anything  to  prove  because  grimmjow  wasn't  a  threat.  as  dark  claws  skim  over  the  area,  he  bares  his  teeth  -  a  sharp  match  the  mask  at  the  side  of  his  face  -  and  snarls.

but  it's  halfhearted.  if  he  truly  wanted  the  bastard  gone,  he  had  his  ways.

❝ 'm  not  ashamed  that  i  have  it. ❞   he  drawls,  aggravation  quieting  for  a  moment,  ❝ do  i  have  to  explain  why  to  you  or  do  you  think  that  rational  little  skull  of  yours  can  churn  it  out,  cuatro? ❞  perhaps  were  he  to  utilize  his  resurrección,  that  nuisance  of  a  tail  would've  been  flicking  back  and  forth  in  thought.  instead,  his  fellow  espada  is  only  granted  grimmjow's  stare  -  catlike  and  curious,  the  deep  turquoise  of  his  eyes  almost  glowing  in  the  perpetual  dim.  frankly  -  he  hopes  he  doesn't  have  to  explain,  because  having  philosophical  discussions  with  anyone,  let  alone  ulquiorra,  sounds  about  as  appealing  as  wiping  aizen's  ass  -  perhaps  even  less  so.

nostrils  flare,  looking  away  from  the  other  to  instead  track  caressing  fingertips.  it's  not...  unpleasant.  and  despite  the  bastard's  frigid  existence,  his  touch  is...  warm,  leaving  behind  tendrils  of  heat  as  he  palms  and  skates  lethal  digits  over  grimmjow's  hide.  as  the  action  persists  -  the  espada  finds  himself  easing  just  slightly,  and  though  he  never  quite  relaxes,  long  lashes  bat  over  his  cheek,  the  tension  in  his  jaw  easing,  and  he  shifts  his  chest  forward,  just  a  slight  inch,  the  same  moment  hands  drop  away.

grimmjow  is  quick  -  lightning  fast  -  his  own  dark  claws  curling  about  a  strong  but  delicate  wrist,  sharp  canines  bared  again  in  a  savage  smirk  as  he  grips  tight,   ❝ yeah  yeah,  of  course.  'aizen's  orders.' ❞  honorific  ignored,  and  it's  a  distinctly  good  impression,  actually.  ❝ ulquiorra. ❞  there's  his  drawl  again,  low  and  lazy  and  lit  back  with  a  cat's  growl,  ❝ are  ya  capable  of  independent  thinking,  or  you  prefer  blind  obedience? ❞  hand  discarded  then  -  tossed  to  the  side  as  he  leans  downwards,  spirit  pressure  swelling  with  challenge.  ❝ just  wonderin'. ❞

[muzansfangs]

GRAPPA + Grimmjow 🩵

Melt my heart.

Starring: Grimmjow Jagaerjaquez x f!reader;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, dirty jokes, dom!Grimmjow, sub!reader, passionate sex, creampie, mates, established relationship;

Plot: Sheltering from the wintry air and heavy snow in the chalet you had rented for a romantic weekend away from Karakura, you introduce your boyfriend to the small pleasures of life. Hot chocolate, small conversations and the warm heat provided by the fireplace led you two to a passionate moment of lust and love.

Drink chosen: GRAPPA (passionate sex in front of the fireplace).

MASTERLIST FOR THE EVENT | RULES FOR THE EVENT

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Everything around you was coated by a white blanket of snow. The landscape was breathtaking and the sound of your boots crunching the glistening ice and snow underneath your feet warmed your heart up in joy. Smiling happily, you glanced at your boyfriend behind you, shrugging the snowflakes off of his new coat trimmed with light-blue fur. His nose was scrunched up in irritation, a clear sign he loathed winter and was probably complying with your plan for the weekend for the sake of not hearing you complaining with him twenty-four hours a day.

"The cat is being dramatic again, I see" you chimed, a soft chuckle leaving your lips as you watched him roll his piercing blue eyes at you.

"You know I don't like getting wet. — he grumbled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat and striding up towards you with heavy steps — Unless it's on your juices" he added, a shit-eating grin crossing his lips, as you slapped his arm playfully.

You were about to retort something, when a gust of wind blew harshly over you two and words died on your tongue. Reprimanding Grimmjow could definitely wait a little longer. You needed to get into the chalet before you died of frostbite.

Shuddering, you stumbled down the snowy path that led to the small chalet you had rented for a weekened away from the stress caused by the chaotic life you lived in Karakura. A little break surley would have not hurt you and the former Espada you were dating. After having to face the recent war against Yhwach and his army of psychotic flunkies, you were not going to miss the chance to spend a romantic and peaceful weekend with your boyfriend.

Hastily unlocking the front door, hands shaking for the cold, you pushed the door open and stomped your feet onto the porch to get rid of the snow and ice remenants clinging onto your shoes. Grimmjow, albeit not being exactly a man of culture and ignoring the concept of manners, mimicked your actions and did the same. You were glad he was trying to act like a civilized person. He would have always denied that he was doing it for you, but everyone had kind of noticed a switch in his brazen manners, since you two had officially gotten together.

"We need to light up the fire. It's freezing cold" you instructed him, as you watched him toss your bag onto the wooden floor and darting his eyes on the cozy design of the chalet.

He was not the type of man who cared about details and he was naturally foreign to such comfortable places. Except for your flat, he had spent most of his life living in a desertic area. With Aizen's arrival in Hueco Mundo, he got a roof over his head, but the style of his quarters was absolutely minimalistic.

"Yeah, I can see your teeth are chattering with the cold. A fire is nothing a Cero cannot provide" he cockily said then, marching towards the fireplace with the ludicrous intent of blasting a Cero into the small marble fireplace.

Shutting the door with a foot, you scurried towards him with horror plastered all over your face. Your hand grasped him by the sleeve of his coat, eyes searching for his ones as you stood right in front of him with a panicked expression "Woah, Grimmjow, what? You cannot use your Cero here. - you started, as the blue-haired man furrowed his brows in confusion - You're going to demolish the entire place. Here, let me take care of it. Just sit over there and wait for me" you told him, your voice indulging into a softer tone, as he shrugged and begrudgingly disisted from turning the small chalet into a pile of rubble and ash.

Grimmjow unbuttoned his coat, discarding it carelessly on the nearby armchair, before kicking his boots off and flopping down onto the fluffy, brownish rug underneath your feet. You did not question him, a small smile tugging your lips upwards, as you approched the metallic wood holder to grasp some logs to throw into the fireplace.

Old habits were hard to get rid of, but you were not going to pest him this weekend too. Not when this was supposed to be your getaway from the world and its rules.

"You humans are weird as fuck. In Hueco Mundo it's the prerogative of a man to do stuff like that for his mate" Grimmjow's hoarse voice pierced your ears, as the fire sent flickers of light across the room, making your eyes glow. Now you could finally get comfortable and that was exactly what you did, unzipping your jacket and unwrapping the purple scarf you were wearing from around your neck.

Whipping your head towards your boyfriend, you quirked your eyebrows up, casually shrugging at his remark "Well, in the world of the livings, humans do not care much about that. I wanted to do it for you... And I could not let you destroy our shelter for the night now, could I?" you replied, before standing back up, tossing your items onto the armchair as well, while you ambled to the kitchen, and reached your hand up to open the cupboard.

Upon spotting two forest green mugs, you grasped them and settled them down onto the counter, acknowledging Grimmjow's eyes boring holes on your nape all the time. Even though he was trying to figure out what exactly you were doing, fumbling with what he assumed was a sachet of cocoa powder, his head was striving to wrap around the fact that you had not protested when he had called you 'mate’. He remembered a few months ago the talk you two had over the whole mating topic. You had told him only animals mated and your relationship could not be based on the primordial rules settled by nature in the animal and Hollow kingdom. You two were partners, people loving each others.

But, deep inside him, although he would have never admitted it out loud, you were always going to be his mate. Maybe it was something bigger than you, a reality distant from yours, but he had felt it the first moment you two had met. You were his one. You were his mate.

And a mate was not a simple partner.

"Grimm, are you still with me?" you called him out then, kneeling right next to him with two mugs of hot chocolate in your hand and snapping him out of his stream of consciousness. Sometimes, you wished you could read his mind, following him into the places he disappeared into without sharing his feelings. But this was Grimmjow Jagaerjaquez you were talking about and, frankly, you just appreciated the fact that he had been honest enough to admit he felt something for you.

Grasping one of the mugs, he slowly brought it up to his nose, taking a good whiff of the drink you were offering him. He had never tried it before and it did not smell that bad. Yet, the color was surely not promising.

"What's that? The color's not that inviting" he expressed his doubts about the drink, watching how you just took a sip of it and fluttered your eyes close in sheer ecstasy.

"Just give it a try, trust me" you suggested him, resting your cheek on the top of his shoulder to assure him, but also following the egoistical desire of feeling him closer to you.

"Oi, listen up, if I drink it and it tastes like shit—".

"Hey! Would I really drink something that tastes like shit and give it to you?" you protested, glancing up at him and squinting in a timid attempt to decipher his expression.

Grimmjow grinned and elbowed your ribs jokingly, as he trusted you and took a sip from his mug. Waiting for him to give you a feedback about the new food you had prepared for him, you proceeded to enjoy your own dose of chocolate and smiled softly. When Grimmjow groaned lowly, you looked at him and caught the Sexta Espada sweeping his tongue out to lick away a single drop of chocolate resting on his bottom lip.

"Damn it, that's good" he uttered, looking at you in excitement as he then took another generous swing from his mug, chugging it down as if it was ambrosia. The almost childish reaction you had gotten out of a man as proud as Grimmjow with a simple drink and the way his cheeks had turned pink for the heat provided by the crackling flames filled your heart with joy.

"I love you" you suddenly said, as your boyfriend paused, his hand half-raisen to finish off the last sip of chocolate in his mug.

Lips parted, Grimmjow stared at you with a baffled expression. You had said you loved him a few other times since you had confessed for the first time, but the way you had pronounced those words now made his stomach twist and turn, almost prompting him to blurt them out too. Those eyes of yours, your unique way of making him feel less of a freak drove him mad.

You barely processed his free hand grasping your jaw to force you to crane your neck enough to let him reach your mouth easily, but you were far-sighted enough to settle your mug down at your right, before he captured your lips with his in a fervent, demanding kiss.

Teeth clashed as he let go of his mug as well, his hand now sliding down towards your waist and squeezing it. Warm fingers skimming underneath your sweater, he slithered his hand up to your stomach and midriff, a soft groan rumbling from deep into his chest as he pulled you over his lap.

"You see? That's why I want you next to me. You fuck with my head in a way no one can. You sexy witch" he huskily whispered, his lips still hovering over yours as you straddled him, his hands forcing your hips down until his groin pressed up against yours in a delicious friction, eliciting a whine of anticipation from you.

"Grimm, wait, let's go to bed..." you whispered, hand cupping his cheek as you allowed him to rotate his hips onto yours. You skin was on fire and you honestly had no idea if it was because of your proximity to the fire, or if it was to blame on your underwear getting wetter second by second under his ministrations.

However, as he growled next to yout ear, breath hitching in your throat as he slided his hand behind your nape protectively, you knew the location was not nogatiable this time around. Allowing him to lay you down onto the rug, you stared up at him in sheer desire, watching the way he quickly took off his own sweater, chiseled abs and pectorals exposed to your hooded eyes.

The Hollow hole on his abdomen, his signature mark, made shivers run down your spine and you let your gaze trail down to his v line, as he unbuckled his belt and proceeded to take off his trousers. You tried to follow his example and began to remove your own clothes, but Grimmjow stopped you.

His left hand pinned your wrists together above your head with a swift move “No. I may let you light up a fire, but, when I fuck you, I am the one who takes care of you” he said, his free hand sliding down your side, until he popped the button of your jeans open and he hooked his fingers around the waistband.

You nodded your head, willing to let him in charge, while he gave your trousers a few harsh tugs to get them out of his way. You were absolutely amazing to him, so beautiful he could barely cope with the thought of being vulnerable, when it came down to you.

Parting your legs, Grimmjow pushed the already damp fabric of your panties to the side and let the pads of his fingers glide down your slit. He felt himself twitch into his tight boxers, his sharp canines protruding from his upper lip as he rolled your pearl between his index and thumb.

You moaned out in pleasure, hands gripping the fur of the carpet at your sides as you arched your back unintentionally. You were on fire, your skin burnt under his piercing, famished gaze and his touch. You needed him, you needed more of this.

“Grimm…” you breathed out, peering up at him with teary eyes.

“I got you. I fucking got you, don’t worry” he replied, beginning to slide his boxers down with his free hand. His cock pulsed, the need to claim you, to let you know how badly he desired to be with you forever, to protect you from anyone and anything threatening your life was unbearable.

And as he hooked your legs around his waist, lining his cock to your sappy opening, he made sure to lock eyes with you before talking “You are mine” he deadpanned, driving his hips down onto yours.

The stretch, as per usual, was enough to make you whimper out, as your walls tried to adjust to his size. His girth had always left you breathless. His groans when you squeezed him up sounded so wild and animalistic, you wondered if his inner animal was striving to take over him.

The moment he felt you fitting around him like a glove, your breath becoming less erratic, fingers running through his hair, he knew he could start moving. Pulling out until only his tip was still nestled into you, he then drilled back into your warm cavern with a quick thrust.

Toes curling, you let out a strained moan as you hid your face onto the crook of his neck, hands resting over his shoulderblades and loving the way you could feel his muscles flex for each movement he made.

No restraints, no fear to be heard, Grimmjow thrusted into you slowly, but passionately. Moans of pleasure, groans, filled the air. Your skin was sweaty, your breaths uneven, his grip on you bruising as if he feared you would slip away from his iron grasp.

And as you kissed him, your tongues meeting in your mouth as he stilled his movements, the warm seed spurting into you felt like your ticket for Heaven.

And Heaven was wherever you two were together.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I am excited to present you the first work for my “Have a drink event”. You can find the rules to partecipate on the top of this work! A masterlist is in my drafts. I am just waiting for some works to be done so that I can post it and update it with every request I publish! Next to come: Sanemi + tequila ;)

Likes, comments and reposts are greatly appreciated!

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“(Name)!” Aizen screams from his office, startling you.

He usually doesn’t raise his voice, so he must be either stressed or very, very mad at you.

“Yes, Sosuke-sama?” you ask, drying your hands on your apron. You were washing porcelain crockery to have everything ready for the night; the Aizen family is hosting a dinner tonight, those where rich people come and laugh in equal “millionaire” tone as they brag about their wealth.

“I’ve been trying to contact my lawyer, some stupid problems with the company… come here” he says, a lot more calm now while patting his lap.

You start walking his way, swinging your body like a cat through his office. The ruffles of your short skirt, are just a cute accent on your maid uniform. The apron, a little bit wet still, immediately catches Aizen’s attention.

“Why are you wet? You shouldn’t mess with your uniform” he scolds you softly, as he receives you in his lap.

You straddle your hips on top of his legs, the ruffled under skirt gets all puffed up against his belly. Your cheeks become hot; and so does your crotch…

“I was doing the dishes, Aizen-sama…” you excuse yourself, trying to hide your apron underneath your hands. “I didn’t realize, I’m sorry… I wanted everything cleaned for tonight’s dinner”

Sosuke raises one of his brows, he is thinking about something. And, soon enough, his lips draw a naughty curve; a smirk that both gives you shivers and lustful thoughts.

“Why are you washing the crockery just now instead of having it already prepared? What have you been doing, (Name)?” he asks, this time a little bit more serious but still tinted in second -perverted- intentions.

“We had a lot of work to do, Aizen-sama! Your younger brother, Gin, asked us to …”

You are cut short as Sosuke doesn’t really care about your excuses, and much less about your reasons. There are two aspects in which he is your boss; one is related to work, and the other one as your dom. A whimsical, powerful millionaire that once decided your body was his property too. And you… how could you say no to Aizen Sosuke himself?

A heavy hand squeezes your cheeks; lips protruding, eyes scared… and yet, a core becoming wet, drippy, needy…

“When did I ever allow you to give me excuses, mh… (Name) (Surname)?” he asks, leaving you out of breath, almost asphyxiated by his mere attitude. A dominant, scary aura.

You blink rapidly; eyes teary… what if this time he won’t use your body, but instead you end up fired?

That, however, was exactly the right answer as Aizen quickly moved you so that your belly would land on his lap. Somehow, you are now laying over his legs, like a bad kid that needs to be spanked.

“I must reprimand your actions, or else, you will never learn to respect me or my orders” he hums, sliding his hand under your ruffled skirt. His palm lands right on one of your ass cheeks, caressing it ever so softly, even like a soft tickle, in circle motions.

Your whole body tenses, your toes curl and your hands grip tightly to his fine fabric pants. You know exactly what he is about to do, and how much this will hurt… and you can’t wait for it.

“Sh… relax…” he whispers, passing his free hand through your nape and hair. Aizen grabs some strands, tangling them around his long fingers, pulling then your head back to look at him from underneath.

The sharp angle of his mandible, the tensed muscles of his neck, the chocolate tuft of hair caressing his perfect nose… everything, absolutely everything of his façade is deadly beautiful. However, what you might like the most about him, it is how brutal and yet calm he can be when dominating your whole being.

The circles on your buttocks suddenly stops, as his hand lifts from your flesh and immediately after -with painful intent- slaps it.

You curl your back, shutting your eyelids close with painful grimace and a loud whimper coming out your mouth. Your nails carve on his leg, pulling after from his pants.

“Look” -spank- “at” -spank- “me” – spank- “when I’m disciplining you”

what a cruel man, wanting to see the eyes of his own victim…

You open your eyes, with tears pooling right on the corner of them. Your lips trembling, your skin on fire.

“Ye-yes, Aizen-sama… I’m sorry…” you excuse yourself once again. And another spank comes. “Keep giving me excuses… come on” Your legs, that hang from his lap down, tremble with pain. Your nose, becomes runny from the tears.

“Oh no, no…” he mumbles, smirking as your pain only makes him harder. A hardness you can totally feel against your belly as it gets bigger and erect.

Aizen stops for a moment; your ass feels blessed that he has. But his fingers, this time, preferred to visit a close location of those lands that are your body… your core.

“Would you look at that, completely dampened… even inner legs are sticky… what a hoe you are…” he whispers, as he lets go of your head by giving your scalp a rest with the hair pulling.

Your right cheek lands on his thigh; panting from pain and heat you await for Sosuke’s next movement. And oh girl, you’ve been wanting this…

He rips your dampened lace panties, specifically chosen by himself. Aizen enjoys the shine of your labia covered with lustful nectar in contrast with the burning surface of your ass cheeks.

Without much hesitation, his finger slides inside your folds; he doesn’t really care whether you are ready or not, Aizen only wants to feel the warmth of your neediness around his index.

“Aizen-sama…” you whine “Mhh? You want more than a finger, don’t you? ~

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[merbear25]

Heyoo,

How about Day 2 with Grimmjow? And this time, he's the submissive one 🥺

Fem!Reader

Have a great day! 🩷

Hello! Thanks for sending this in! Grimmjow as a sub? I love it 😏 I hope you like it 💜🧡

He’d been pacing back and forth all day yelling about this or that, none of which were of any real importance. Grimmjow was just so worked up but had no way of expelling that pent-up emotion, especially while being confined to your house. Before he decided to go rampage, you offered him an alternative.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, dom reader, reader is a human, butt job, backshot

Take your mind off of things (Grimmjow)

You were trying to read over something for work but couldn’t concentrate because his swift turns on the wooden floors when paired with him stomping back and forth were making it impossible to focus on anything else. 

Him huffing and mumbling to himself about how x, y, and z was driving him insane—there was no indication of an actual interest in conversing about it, though.

You tapped your finger on the table, furrowing your brow at him. “Do you mind?” Your tone muffled your irritation as best as you could.

“Well, excuse me, princess.” He bowed to mock you further.

It was better not to let him show how much his behavior irked you, instead focusing on the root of the issue. “What’s got you so worked up anyway?”

He scoffed, “I’m not worked up.”

“Really?” Your gaze shifted to your flooring. “The rut starting to form would say otherwise.”

Grimmjow’s scowl shifted into surprise as he took notice of the markings he was leaving. He didn’t directly address it, opting to roll his eyes at you. “You got shit floors anyway.”

The snorted laugh that escaped you was impossible to hold back. “Hey, they were doing just fine until you came around.”

As he crossed his arms, he started inspecting the other “faulty” parts of your house. You smirked at him. Easing your way up from the chair, you walked to fingers up his back and to his broad shoulders.

“What’s on your mind?”

Your touch, albeit soft, never failed to leave goosebumps in their wake. He tilted his head to the side, allowing your fingers access to his neck. Their gentle caress was something that took time for him to warm up to. The contrast of body temperature only made the temptation of laying with you irresistible.

“Sit down for me.” The command fell on his ears as gently as a feather.

“Hm?” He turned his head to the side, his eyes half-lidded.

You played with his ear and whispered, “Let me help you release some of that agitation.”

Eyes narrowing, he scanned you for any hint as to what you were planning. “Fine,” he hmphed, realizing it wasn’t worth putting up a fight over.

Holding his hand, you guided him to the armchair. With your fingers lingering on his, they then traced up his arm. As you turned him, your gaze remained locked on his. A tantalizing fire danced in them. You shoved him onto the seat, the sudden dominance from you left him smirking.

Taking your rightful place on his lap, your hands tangled in his hair as your lips crashed into his. The motion of your hips against his came naturally—a yearning that may take the backseat but would never leave.

His hands roamed your body, gripping and clawing at the exposed flesh on your thighs. The kiss deepend, your hips bucked in unison, his want becoming more apparent as he slipped his fingers under your shorts and pulled at your panties: you bit his lower lip to remind him that you were in control. A deep growl rose as he licked the mark you’d left. 

“We’re doing it my way,” you reminded him.

You got up from him to take your shorts off. Slight sways of your hips while you dropped them to your ankles was deliberate, further whetting his appetite for you.

“Take your cock out.” Your voice was stern with authority. “Let me see how much you want it.”

His chest heaved from the rising anticipation; seeing you like this, so demanding, it was exhilarating. Pulling his hardened arousal loose, his eyes lingered on the curves of your form, each one practically begging him to sink his teeth into you.

Mounting him, you cradled him in between your luscious cheeks. Their soft bounce around his girth as you grinded your hips was making it impossible to keep his hands off of you. Firm slaps across your ass had you gasping—the way your flesh shook against him was mouthwatering. 

He could feel the nectar coating the fabric, which made him grip at your waistband in desperation. “These are in the way.” His voice gravelly from his need to feel you—all of you.

Without warning, he tore a hole in them—promptly shredding them to allow skin to skin friction. Such fierce intensity only fanned the flames of your own desire. Groaning from the way he felt against your slick folds, your movements grew more frantic.

Arching your back, your clit was given the attention it was weeping for. Your shared huffs and groans mixed in the air between you, the sweet scent of desire engulfing you.

Each time he gilded against you, fully coating himself in your wetness, the sensation of your cheeks slapping together made you that much more alluring. With you trembling as much as you were, it was obvious that you were on the verge of climax.

He stared up at you, almost in awe at the way your face changed as your orgasm wrecked your sweet body. You gripped your hips, forcing his cock to be buried in your ass. 

His eyes grew dark. “That’s right, just like that,” he panted.

“Yeah? You like being under me?” Your words made his cock throb.

He nodded in response, focusing on reaching his own peak of ecstasy.

“Let go,” your siren’s call lured him further into losing self-control.

With his fingers digging into you, he let out a choked groan as he coated your lower back. His cum ran down the curve of your back, dripping down your sensitive skin. 

Smirking at him, you couldn’t help but praise him, “Such a good boy.”

He tsked at you but felt a sense of warmth from being called ‘good’. Lazily, he pulled you closer, giving you a rare opportunity to cuddle with him. You threw your arms around his neck, which invited his hands to roam over your still quivering form. Your sweet scent filled his senses. He couldn’t get enough of it. Knowing that his scent mixed with yours claiming ownership was the icing on the cake each time.

Holding each other for a few more moments, you sat back up and smiled down at him. Confidence exuded you as his prior irritation had evidently left him. He cocked an eyebrow at you. “What?”

“Nothing.” The casual tone made him shake his head. As you got up to clean yourself off, his eyes stayed on you, completely forgetting just what was so troubling no more than a half hour ago.

[koumine]

omfg I totally forgot I put in this ask, this just made my day!!!

bratty omega Grimmjow my beloved.... *happy sigh*

I came across some of your sub!Grimmjow writings a while back and it made me remember how much I love him 🥺🥺🥺 I'm also really liking your a/b/o headcanons so far! May I request subby omega Grimmjow please? Have a lovely day!

• Grimmjow is difficult. Regardless of his dynamic, he's demanding, aggressive, rebellious, and doesn't seem to know the first thing about a gentle, non-violent relationship. He does what he wants, and being an Omega changes absolutely nothing about that. Whatever instincts he has to be cared for manifest as greed for any scraps of good things he can get— and your attention is one of those things. Lust and pleasure are foreign concepts to Hollows, but once he gets a taste of them, he shamelessly seeks out more and more. So you'd better be ready to supply.

• However, there are quick ways to shut down the boasting and arrogance. No matter how unbothered he acts, Grimmjow is still a Hollow, and anything that feels good is a total shock to his system. Cuddling him close with your cock buried deep in his slick, clenching hole, pressing kisses along the bare side of his jaw, pinning him down because he doesn't want to fight— all of that makes Grimmjow a lot more honest about how badly he wants to be yours. His pride stops mattering soon enough.

• Heats make him clingy. When his mind and body are both turned against him, melting all rational thought until only the need for closeness is left, Grimmjow can't make himself hold back. He's as demanding as ever; insisting that you spend every possible moment with him, either drowning him in affection or fucking him until the hot, uncomfortable feelings go away. Even when he's too weak and exhausted to put up any more of a fight than nipping at your skin and clawing raw lines into your back, he wants everything you can give him. And he will guilt you into staying.

[kurokawaia]

❛ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 + 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ❜

: ̗̀➛ REQUEST RULES ::

⋆·˚ ༘ * i have a life outside Tumblr aka. requests might take a while depending on motivation. ༊*·˚

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 'I want you to write...', it can come of rude and demanding and I won't nessecarily fuffil your request, I might write your request but there is a high chance I won't. Come of NICE when you request, e.g, 'I was wondering if you could right,' 'could you please write,' etc ༊*·˚

𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 for fem!reader (fabr), in most of the thirsts, drabbles, fics and headcanons i write, the troupe will be dom!character x sub!reader unless stated other wise or requested otherwise. I can write for gn!reader x charcater but not anything nsfw, sorry, i just can't write it right.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 :: if gender is not specified in request, i will assume it's a FEM! instert and will write a FEM! insert

I can also write any male x reader nsfw's but ONLY for Heaven Official's blessing and The grandmaster of demonic cultivation !!sorry if you want male x reader for any other fandom, but this is just the fandoms im comfortable writing this troupe with.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 :: I will rarely write a sub!character x dom!reader unless i like the request itself ༊*·˚

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ┈➤ fluff, angst, smut, and dark content.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐒 ┈➤ cnc, duncon, noncon, being drugged, breeding, baby trapping, daddy kinks, mommy kinks, dd/lg, blood play, weapon play, kidnapping, yandere, coercion/manipulation, god complex, praise, name calling, degradation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, cervix fucking, size kink, age gaps, cockwarming, bondage, biting, cucking, threesome, throat training, impact play, oral -> male and female receiving, face sitting, double penetration, anal + more ༊*·˚

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ┈➤ insest, stepcest scat, watersports, vomit, fisting, pedophilia, chastity, drowning, public nudity, gangbangs (no more than a threesome), hypnosis, duct tape mummification, consensual servitude, humiliation, harem boys, prostitution ༊*·˚

𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 ┈➤ au's!! (i will not write for a character outside that timeline/setting as in the anime. so please refraining from asking me to write a 'modern au' 'collage au' etc. the only exception is making that au within the anime setting, such as; 'character doing this instead of this', like that is that makes sense?) insesct, stepcest ༊*·˚

all characters are depicted to be 18+ and i will not write smut about a minor where there isn't a canon time skip for them ༊*·˚

: ̗̀➛ REQUEST CHARACTERS ::

⋆·˚ ༘ * Hunter X Hunter :: Kurapika Kurta, Leorio Paradinight, Killua Zoldyck, Gon Freecs, Illumi Zoldyck, Silva Zolcyck, Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor

⋆·˚ ༘ * Berserk :: Griffith, Guts ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Death Note :: Light Yagami, L Lawliet (L), Miheal Kheel (Mello), Mail Jeevas (Matt), Nate Rivers (Near)

⋆·˚ ༘ * Bungo Stray Dogs :: Dazai Osamu, Atsushi Nakajima, Kunikida Doppo, Edogawa Ranpo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Nakahara Chuuya, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Dostovesky Fyodor ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Sk8 The Infinity :: Kojiro Nanjo, Reki Kyan, Langa Hasegawa, Kaoru Sakurayashiki, Miya Chinen ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Bleach :: Ichigo Kurosaki, Issin Kurosaki, Jushiro Ukitake, Zaraki Kenpachi, Kuchiki Byakuya, Ichimaru Gin, Urahara Kisuke, Abarai Renji, Shinji Hirako, Kyoraku Shunsui, Aizen Sosuke, Hitsugaya Toshiro, Yumuchika Ayasegawa, Cifer Ulquiorra, Jaegerjaquez Grimmjow, Ishiha Uryu, Ishida Ryuken, Haschwalth Jugram ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Naruto/Boruto :: Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Obito, Uchiha Shusui, Uzumaki Naruto, Senju Tobirama, Hatake Kakashi, Hyuga Neji, Nara Shikamaru, Jiraya, Otsitsuki Indra, Otsitsuki Ashura, Otsitsuki Momoshiki, Otsitsuki Toneri ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Demon Slayer :: Demon slayers; Kamado Tanjiro, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Tokitō Muichirō, Rengoku Kyōjurō, Tomioka Giyū, Uzui Tengen, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Iguro Obanai, Himejima Gyōmei, Yoriichi Tsugikuni. Demons; Kibutsuji Muzan, Kokushibō | Michikatsu Tsugikuni, Douma, Akaza ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Wind Breaker :: Haruka Sakura, Suo Hayato, Togame Jou, Kaji Ren ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * Tokyo Revengers :: Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Sanzu, Wakasa, Izana, Ran, Rindou, Kokonoi ༊*·˚

Hunter x Hunter - caught up with the manga and watched the anime

Berserk - completed the 1997 anime, completed the movies and the 2016 seasons, currently reading the manga (up to chapter 260)

Death Note - completed the anime and read the manga

Bungo Stray Dogs - watched the anime and caught up with the manga

Sk8: The Infinity - completed the anime

Bleach - caught up the anime, HAVEN'T read the manga past the newest season

Naruto/ Naruto Shippuden - completed the anime, completed the manga, completed all the movies

Boruto - Completed the Manga (haven't watched the anime) ╰┈➤ Boruto | Blue Vortex - caught up with the manga

Demon Slayer - Caught up with the anime, haven't read the manga past the newest season

Wind Breaker - Caught up with the anime, HAVEN'T read the manga past the new season

Mo Dao Zu Shi - caught up with the Anime, completed the novels

Tian Guan Ci Fu - caught up with the anime, caught up with the Manhua, HAVEN'T read the novels

[jplupine]

⛓Feral Possession: Chapter 26⛓

Binding

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~4.9k WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Exophilia, Demon!Grimmjow, Feral Behavior, Size Difference, Lingerie, Bondage, Chains, Praise Kink, Teasing, Handjob, Vaginal Sex, Cock Riding, Scratching, Biting, Creampie, Sub!Switch!Grimmjow Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. If that makes you uncomfortable, you may want to skip this fic.

Summary: Wynter finds other uses for a binding spell.

You can also read it on AO3!

Masterlist | Chapter 26:

  There was a knock at the front door, and I set down my book on the couch to answer it. I was expecting the new overseer today, and I had no clue who they had decided to send. When I opened the door, I saw a woman around my height with big brown eyes and orange hair.

  "Hi! Are you Wynter Hughes?" She asked with a smile.

  "That's me. And you are?"

  "Orihime Inoue. I've been sent by the Soul Society." I recognized her name as an exorcist Ichigo had mentioned before.

  "Come on in." I opened the door wider, and she entered the house while still smiling. Dagur was already sniffing at her, and the woman lowered her hand to let him stick his nose in her palm.

  "How cute! What's their name?"

  "Dagur."

  "Why, hello, Dagur! It's nice to meet you." Orihime chuckled while rubbing under Dagur's chin. His tail was wagging as he ate up the attention she was giving.

  "Yo. Been a while, woman." Grimmjow spoke up from the kitchen island. He was sitting there in human form in just a pair of boxers while eating ice cream from the carton.

  "My, you've certainly made yourself comfortable here, Pantera." Orihime looked amused when she saw the demon rather than surprised or upset. And, shockingly, Grimmjow didn't seem angry like he usually would be when he saw an exorcist.

  What exactly had happened between these two?

  "Still getting your ass kicked?" Grimmjow asked before scooping some ice cream into his mouth.

  "I prefer to be a pacifist as much as possible. However, I am now a black belt in karate." She spoke so nonchalantly, and I looked at her with surprise.

  "So you two seem well acquainted." I said while sliding my hands into my pockets.

  "I held her hostage for a little while." Grimmjow stated, and I paused while looking at him.

  "Did you, now?"

  "Yeah. I took her from Murcielago when I found out she was a friend of Kurosaki's."

  "And then they beat the snot out of each other." Orihime chuckled while covering her mouth with her hand. Her tone was so light, and her words were not that serious in the slightest. But if what they were talking about was the fight that nearly killed both Grimmjow and Ichigo, why was she seemingly not upset at all?

  And why did I get the strong feeling Orihime was not someone I'd want to piss off?

  "I see. So, uh, do you guys....actually get along or something?" I questioned, and Orihime and Grimmjow exchanged looks. They both narrowed their eyes at each other as if thinking.

  "She's annoying, but she gave me my arm back, so...." Grimmjow shrugged before shoving the spoon full of ice cream into his mouth. My eyebrows raised at him as I balked.

  "Gave....your arm back?"

  "Oh, he only had one arm a few years ago." Orihime leaned in my direction while speaking softly. "One of my specialties is healing magick."

  "Well, that's certainly not in the Hollow Ones book."

  "It's complicated." She rubbed the back of her head while awkwardly smiling.

  "You ever end up fuckin' Murcielago?"

  "Pantera!" I shot him a look.

  "What? This chick was, like, the closest that old bat got to getting laid." Grimmjow said as he pointed at Orihime with his spoon. I was shocked yet again as I looked at the exorcist next to me.

  "Excuse me?"

  "Oh, come on. I saw how you two were. And how pissed he got when I kidnapped you? Way more than the usual." The demon was being rather blunt, and Orihime was starting to blush. "I half expected him to try and sniff you out."

  Complicated, indeed.

  "Would you like to talk in my office?" I offered.

  "Yes. We have much to discuss." Orihime nodded, and I saw how embarrassed she looked now. Was Grimmjow telling the truth? Had something happened between this exorcist and Murcielago?

  "Bye, now!" I waved from the doorway as Orihime walked to her car. She was smiling and waving back while looking like a ball of sunshine.

  "Until next time!" She then got into her car, and I shut the front door.

  "Orihime. Murcielago. What happened?" I asked while turning to the head of blue hair poking up over the couch. Grimmjow was just sitting there watching TV and still not bothering to put pants on.

  "Murcielago kidnapped the woman for some bullshit plan because of her powers. When I found them, they looked pretty cozy, if you know what I mean."

  "And what's with her attitude? I'd figure she'd be pissed about you nearly killing her friend."

  "She's just weird like that." Grimmjow replied as I leaned on the back of the couch. "I think she's a bit off her rocker. Got hit in the head a few too many times, yanno?"

  "That's not nice." I popped his shoulder.

  "You gonna tell me what you two were whispering about in your office now?" Grimmjow ignored me while grabbing the front of my shirt. He yanked me over the back of the couch and dropped me in his lap. "'Cause I know it was about me."

  "Did you really have to do that?"

  "Felt like lookin' at ya while talking to you." He shrugged. "Now, talk." Grimmjow was looking down at me as he turned off the TV to have it quiet in the living room.

  "She wants me to do a sort of training camp. Orihime offered to have you put under surveillance while I do so."

  "Fuck that."

  "I agreed to the training."

  "What?!" Anger flashed across his face, and I kept a steady tone.

  "It's for a few days, the trip will be paid for, and you'll be coming with me."

  "That doesn't explain why either of us needs to or should fuckin' go."

  "Dude, it's a free camping trip. Might not exactly be a vacation, but I'll also get to learn some more about the Soul Society."

  "This training- Are you gonna be fighting other exorcists?"

  "You mean like sparring? Yeah."

  "Cool." He raised his eyebrows, and I furrowed mine.

  "What?"

  "I'm gonna watch you kick their asses and laugh about it. When is it?"

  "In a few weeks." I scoffed at his response. Of course, that would get him interested.

  "Hey, Grimmjow!" I called out while sitting on the arm of the couch.

  "What?" The demon yelled back from upstairs.

  "Come here! I want to practice another spell but can't do it myself!" There was no reply this time, and I waited to see if Grimmjow was coming downstairs or staying in bed. He soon appeared in the hallway with his paws going silently over the hardwood floor.

  The demon froze when he saw me, and his ears perked to attention. I saw his pupils widen as his eyes looked me over while I remained where I was in nothing but the lingerie set he'd picked out. A grin pulled at the corners of his mouth before he vanished from sight.

  However, he reappeared when he seemingly smacked into an invisible wall. As I had suspected, the demon had been too distracted to notice the faint spell circle on the floor in front of me. He looked momentarily confused until he looked at the floor.

  "Wynter, what the fuck?"

  "You fell for the bait so fucking hard." I chuckled before waving my hand. The circle on the floor began to glow, and I flicked my hand up. Golden chains shot out of the floor to latch on to Grimmjow and drag him down.

  "You little shit!" He was snarling and struggling, but the chains quickly made him fall to his knees. Grimmjow growled deep in his chest like rolling thunder.

  Smiling, I drew an arch in the air with two fingers, making two more chains shoot out to grab his horns and pull his head back. The demon was still struggling as I sat there and watched.

  "This is a lot more fun than I thought it'd be." I said as Grimmjow looked pissed. He had chains around each limb, one on his waist, throat, and then the two on his horns forcing him to arch back. The demon looked as if he were about to yell at me until I waved my finger to have another chain slither up his inner thigh.

  His tail was whipping in agitation as he glared at me. I figured he wouldn't be giving me such a dirty look in a few seconds, though.

  The chain following the trail of my finger crept behind the hem of his pants before snaking down to curl around his balls. Grimmjow's expression changed entirely as his growling died down.

  "Guess who found out they have pretty good control with binding spells." I smirked while using chains to pull his pants down. They then slithered up his body like golden snakes to find their way into his shirt.

  The chain on his balls also coiled around his dick, and I noticed how he was already getting hard.

  "Oh, Little Rabbit, the Soul Society would not approve."

  "It's a good thing I don't need them to, huh?" Grimmjow looked at me while grinning as he licked over his top lip and teeth. "Mm, you do look rather cute like this, kitten." The demon gave a warning growl.

  Waving my finger, I made the chain on his cock start stroking. Grimmjow's hips bucked from the sudden movement, and he was soon fully hard.

  "I'm gonna ruin you." His low voice rumbled, and I chuckled.

  "Not if I ruin you first, kitten. We'll see how you're feeling when I'm through with you." My tone and words seemed to excite him more. His pupils were wide as the chain was still stroking. The links around his balls gave a gentle squeeze, making him softly grunt.

  Grimmjow began to slowly rock his hips while the chains under his shirt ran over his nipples. Watching him as I controlled the chains had lit a fire under my skin. He moaned, and I could feel the lacy panties I wore getting wet.

  Getting up from where I sat, I got closer to hold his face in my hands. Grimmjow purred as I leaned down. Kissing him, his hips bucked again, and I smirked while looking at him.

  "Does it feel good, sweetheart?" I asked, and his ears flicked back.

  "You're having too much fun with this." Grimmjow panted.

  "I think I'm having the right amount of fun." Brushing my thumb over his bottom lip, I absolutely loved the way he looked up at me. "And I'd say you are, too, kitten. Look at how hard you are and just fucking the air."

  The demon clenched his jaw while forcing his hips to stop moving. I only smiled before waving my finger to make the chain on his cock coil more to wrap around the neglected head. Grimmjow's entire body shuddered as he moaned.

  "Now that's what I like to hear." I cooed before kissing him again. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt to pull it up and expose the chains squeezing his chest and rubbing against his hard nipples. "Is this too much for you, kitten?"

  "Fuck, no." Grimmjow panted, and the chain wrapped around his throat bobbed from him swallowing. Grinning, I let my hands wander down his torso. I could feel the rolling curves of his muscles as he softly rocked his hips back and forth while the chain still had his dick and balls in its embrace.

  "You can smell how turned on I am, can't you?"

  "Yes." He softly growled as his eyes looked almost entirely black. Grimmjow looked as if he tried to pounce, but he barely moved with how strong the chains were.

  "Behave. I could just leave you here and fuck myself while making you watch."

  "Don't be a fuckin' tease." The demon growled, and I smirked while bringing my face close to his.

  "Oh, kitten. I'm the one in control here. If I wanted to, I could tease you until you're begging and cumming all over yourself. Mmm, what a mess you'd be." My voice was almost a purr, and his ears turned back as he bared his fangs.

  Stepping away, I went back to the side of the couch and bent over to pick something up from the cushion. I could hear Grimmjow straining against the chains again as soon as I had bent over. Standing up with the bottle of lube in my hand, I popped open the cap while turning around.

  Facing Grimmjow again, I poured some of the lube into my other hand. Leaning my elbow on his shoulder, I reached down to circle my fingers around the head of his cock. Stroking over his shaft and the chain, the demon bucked and grunted.

  I kissed him while slicking up his cock. Licking his bottom lip, Grimmjow opened his mouth for me to slip my tongue past his fangs. He purred deep in his chest as our tongues slid together, and I continued to stroke from base to head and back.

  He grunted when I made the chain lightly squeeze his balls again. Grimmjow was itching to get out of the chains as he flexed and tested their strength only to find they were holding fast. He may not want to admit it, but it was obvious just how much he was truly enjoying this.

  Pulling away, I saw the drool leaking from the corner of his mouth as his lips were swollen from the kiss. I slowly licked the drool from his face before grinning while standing. He looked two seconds away from going feral.

  "If only you could see yourself right now, kitten." Placing my foot on his chest, I then tossed the bottle of lube over my shoulder to the couch. Raising my hand and lowering it, I had the chains pull him down to the floor.

  He was still fully erect while fighting the binding spell. His wrists were pinned over his head while his legs were forced to spread.

  "Oh, sweetheart, you look so good like this." I said as I looked down at the demon while still having my foot on his chest. Grimmjow was panting as his cock was leaking precum, and I felt my heart pounding beneath my ribs.

  "You look pretty fuckin' delicious yourself." Grimmjow licked his lips hungrily as his eyes wandered over me. Moving my foot from his chest to his side, I knelt over him as he watched my every move. The demon purred when I pushed my panties to the side without bothering to take them off.

  The chain held his cock in place as I rubbed my pussy against the head. Grimmjow's muscles flexed as if he tried to pounce again only to fail once more. He was so damn eager, and me dragging it out was driving him mad. It was a good thing he was also enjoying it.

  Lowering myself on him, he moaned while feeling the wet heat surrounding his dick. I made the chain lower to just the base of his cock before placing a hand on one of his knees. With my other hand on his chest, I lifted my hips before dropping back down.

  The golden glow of the magic circle and the chains contrasted with his skin and markings in such an exciting way. His spread legs clenched as I rode his cock and moaned. Grimmjow squirmed under me while flexing his claws and arching his back.

  The sound he made was a mix of a growl and groan that only turned me on more. His biceps flexed when he tried to lift his arms from the ground, but his wrists remained chained down.

  "Fuck~!" Grimmjow was becoming so desperate, and it made me grin. I picked up the pace to make him writhe more. His hips tried to rut up to meet me the best he could. "Oh, fuck you!" His voice was low and breathy, and I had the chain massage his balls.

  The mix of lube and slick dripping down his cock to his balls made the chains easily slide over his skin, and his head lolled back with a moan.

  "When I get my fuckin' hands on you, you little shit...." Grimmjow's threat trailed off before his hips bucked and he groaned.

  "Please, we both know you're fucking loving this." I didn't miss the grin on his face. "You might be a king, but to me, you're just my good boy, aren't you?" Grimmjow's chest rumbled with a growl, and he bucked his hips up to make me moan.

  "Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you." He panted as his head rested against the floor. He groaned with his eyes closed, and I licked my lips before grinning.

  "Admit it. You like what I can do to you." I made the chain around the base of his cock and balls tighten just a little. His back arched as his toes splayed in response while a loud and low groan came from his throat. His claws and fangs flashed, and I rode him harder. **

  "Fuck!" Grimmjow was struggling, and it only spurred me on.

  "Admit it."

  "Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! You stupid, little human!" He groaned. "I should tear you apart, but I- Ngh!- want you too damn bad! Fuck!" Grimmjow was finally falling apart at the seams.

  "Don't stop now, sweetheart." I grabbed the chain around his throat to pull him up closer to my face. "You're mine after all. Tell me exactly what you want." Our noses were only inches away from each other as his eyes widened.

  Something in the demon seemed to snap, and he managed to break one hand free from the chains. Grimmjow yanked my other leg over his hip to have me straddling him. His chest was rumbling as he was using brute force and magick to fight the binding spell.

  He had me in his arms while slamming his hips into me without mercy. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his shoulders to hold on for dear life. Grimmjow buried his face into my neck as his hands traveled up my thighs and back.

  I didn't even have the chance to comprehend what had happened. Moaning as my nails dug into his back, Grimmjow held me closer while pistoning his cock. His fangs scraped against the side of my neck before nipping.

  I could tell he was getting close, and what he was doing to me had me not too far behind. The broken chain hit me with every thrust as it swayed from Grimmjow's wrist. One of his hands slid higher to have his fingers curl over the back of my neck.

  Grimmjow's breath was hot against my skin as he moaned, and my thighs clenched around his waist. The demon didn't stop fucking me even when he was cumming. He ground his hips, making sure to rub against my clit as he buried his cock to the hilt in my pussy.

  We were panting and clinging to each other as my body shook from the orgasm crashing into me. All I could do was ride it out until Grimmjow finally stopped moving. Swallowing, I tried to catch my breath while relaxing.

  The demon still held on to me as he was breathing heavily. When I finally regained the ability to think straight, I looked at Grimmjow. He kept his face in my neck, and his ear flicked from my breath.

  "What just happened?"

  "....I don't know." His voice was quiet as he didn't even try to play it off.

  "Grimmjow."

  "I don't know." He repeated with a firmer tone. "You just...." Biting the inside of my cheek, I had a feeling I already knew what happened.

  "I said you're mine."

  "Yeah."

  "Did you....like it?" I questioned while speaking in a quiet tone. Grimmjow paused as his grip on me tightened.

  "Yeah. But that shouldn't have.... What the fuck is wrong with me?" He seemed to be genuinely asking. Brushing his hair behind his ear, I licked his cheek.

  "What do you feel when I say I desire you?"

  "Excitement. Heat." Grimmjow replied, and I made him look at me as I held his face in my hands.

  "And when I called you mine?"

  "There was....a lot of different shit at once."

  "You ever wonder why you want me to want you so badly?" I asked and watched as his brows furrowed. He looked confused as one of his ears flicked. "Yeah, I'm not gonna spell this one out for you."

  "Why not? You said you'd help me with this shit."

  "Because this one I think is best if you figure it out yourself."

  "So you know what it is?"

  "Maybe."

  "But you won't tell me?"

  "Yeah."

  "What the fuck, Wynter?" The look he gave me made me scoff.

  "You're smarter than you look. You'll get it eventually." I said before kissing him. However, in retaliation, he nipped my bottom lip.

  "Asshole."

  "Shithead." I smiled, and Grimmjow smirked while bringing his face closer.

  "Little fucker."

  "Bitch." We kissed again.

  "Twerp." Another kiss.

  "Heathen." And another one.

  "You're wearing the set I picked out, aren't you?" He was smiling as he purred.

  "Looks good, don't it?"

  "Fuck, yeah." I could feel Grimmjow gradually getting hard again, and he licked his lips. "You wanna get rid of some of these chains? Keep the one on my dick, though."

  "Horny bastard."

  "Maybe you shouldn't have used a binding spell to fuck me if you didn't want me to like it." Grimmjow licked my cheek while gently rocking his hips. I took in a sharp breath since he'd never pulled out, and I was still more sensitive from my orgasm.

  "Tear this outfit, and the chains go back on." Waving my hand, most of the golden chains slipped off of Grimmjow and vanished into the floor.

  "That's not much of a threat."

  "I didn't say that's all I'd do."

  "Mmm, I guess it does look pretty nice." He smirked before kissing down the side of my neck. "You should dress like this for me more, Little Rabbit."

  "Maybe if you ask nicely." I replied as my fingers slid into his hair. Grimmjow softly growled and nipped my neck.

  "You're cute." He snapped his hips, and I moaned.

  "Stop complaining and just pack the damn bag already." I rolled my eyes while stuffing folded jeans into my suitcase.

  "I'm not complaining!"

  "Right. Huffing and puffing about what you're gonna eat on this trip is totally not complaining." My tone was heavy with sarcasm, and Grimmjow shot me a look. The demon then snatched up a shirt and threw it into an opened duffle bag on the bed. "There'll be plenty of food."

  "Yeah, and probably poisoned."

  "You don't even need human food." I made a face while waving my hand and packing more clothes.

  "You plan on feeding me exorcist souls, then? 'Cause it's either food or souls, Wynter."

  "We'll be in the middle of the woods, O' Impressive Hunter." Looking over at Grimmjow, I saw the grumpy expression he was making. I knew that even if he joked about getting to see me beat up exorcists, he still really didn't want to go on this trip. He didn't want me to go, either, but I'd already made up my mind.

  The demon was in human form, so his upset face was less daunting without the long fangs and horns present. However, he still had that air of intimidation around him regardless. Too bad for him that I knew he wouldn't go any further than the angry look.

  "Someone's here." He grumbled before going back to packing his bag.

  "It's probably Orihime." I walked out of the room and down the stairs. Orihime was the only one I was expecting to have over today since she was giving us a ride to the training camp.

  The only problem being it wasn't Orihime on my porch when I opened the front door. We were both surprised after I'd opened the door just before he could knock, leaving him with his hand hovering in the air.

  "Gary?" I let the confusion show on my face.

  "Oh, are you going somewhere?" He asked when he saw that I was wearing shoes.

  "Uh, yeah. That camping trip I told you about."

  "Shit, I forgot that was today." Gary chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "You're not going alone, are you? Not that I'm underestimating you or anything-" He cut himself off when his gaze drifted past me. I knew what he was looking at from the tingling on the back of my neck.

  "What do you want?" Grimmjow questioned while standing behind me.

  "I, uh, have some work I wanted to ask Wynter to go over. You got a minute?" Gary looked at me again, and I could feel Grimmjow's stare.

  "Sure. Why don't you finish packing up?" I pat the demon on the chest before heading back toward my office. Gary quietly followed me while Grimmjow grumpily went back upstairs.

  "So....this camping trip. Is it just you and him?"

  "Who said he was going?"

  "I just assumed since he was also dressed to leave, and you told him to finish packing." Gary shrugged before pulling out some papers from his jacket to hand to me.

  "And why does it seem like you have a problem with him going?" I asked while taking the papers.

  "Maybe 'cause I've already made it clear that I don't like him. I don't exactly trust him, either." Gary then sat on the edge of my desk as I sat in my chair. "You're not....dating him now, are you?"

  "It's a camping trip, Gary. What about that could possibly make you think we're dating?"

  "I don't know. Maybe the fact it's just you two, alone, in the middle of who knows where."

  "It's a work-related training camp. It won't be just us." I scoffed as I flipped over the first page in the stack.

  "Oh."

  "And even though I appreciate your concern, it's not your place to put your nose in my dating life."

  "I mean, I know that. But he's an asshole." Gary's face scrunched up as he waved one of his hands. "And I still stand by what I said before."

  "Which is?" I quirked up a brow, and the man turned to look at me.

  "That he has feelings for you. I know he keeps saying he doesn't, but, come on. How else do you explain his behavior? You'd have to be dead not to see it." Gary gestured with his hand, and I sighed through my nose. "Do you really think it's a good idea to take him on this trip with you? It might put something in his head-"

  "Gary, could you please just drop it already? Whether or not he has feelings for me is none of your business. And it's pretty dickish of you to keep pushing it and making it sound so negative."

  "Dickish?"

  "Yes, dickish." I looked up at him while raising my eyebrows. "How'd you like it if someone made an assumption about how you feel and wouldn't stop blabbing about it when you weren't around?" Gary went quiet, and I looked back at the papers in front of me to flip the page. "Now you get it."

  "I still don't like him." He muttered like a child in trouble.

  "You don't have to."

  "I still don't get why you put up with him."

  "Because I don't 'put up with him'. Since you two don't get along, you don't see anything other than his bad side."

  "You're really gonna defend him?"

  "Look, I know he's not the easiest to get along with, but this is his home, too. You can't keep shit-talking him without expecting some pushback."

  "Oh, my God. You actually like that idiot."

  "What did I just say?" I shot Gary a stern look.

  "You're not denying it."

  "Grimm's got layers. It'd be impossible to not like a few."

  "So you're really friends with the guy? Not just helping him 'cause he knew your uncle?"

  "Yes. We're friends, I like him, and you can keep your opinions about it to yourself." I spoke with a calm tone while standing up and crossing the office. "These look fine, by the way." Handing Gary back his papers, I then opened the door to see Grimmjow standing on the other side.

  The demon froze as I looked at him, and I knew he had overheard the conversation between Gary and I. He quickly looked away while shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.

  "Our ride's here." Grimmjow stated, and I could see how his ears were turning red.

  "Eavesdropper."

  "I'm not an eavesdropper!" The demon snarled at me while keeping his fists deep in his pockets.

  "Sure, you're not." I had a sarcastic tone and pat his cheek before walking into the hallway. "Well, we've got to go, so I'll talk to you later, Gary."

  "Uh, right. Do you need someone to watch Dagur while you're gone?"

  "He's already at Yui's place." Bending over, I picked up the duffle bag set down near the door and tossed it to Grimmjow. The demon easily caught it, and I grabbed the handle of the suitcase.

  "Right. Probably why I haven't seen him." Gary said under his breath while tucking the papers into his jacket. Grimmjow looked at the man like he was an idiot, and I had to rush the demon outside before he said something that would start a fight.

**A/N: There is bonus art for this scene

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Welcome! To the official list! Of the Best Fictional Cat competition!!!

Edit: here is the list of who's going up against whom in round 1

Here's our pawsome contestants:

Garfield (Garfield)

Puss in Boots (Puss in Boots / Shrek)

Kitty White / Hello Kitty (Sanrio)

Firestar (Warrior cats)

Khoshekh (Welcome to Night Vale)

Jiji (Kiki's Delivery Service)

Domino (Amphibia)

Ghost (The Owl House)

Cat (Stray)

The Admiral (The Magnus Archives)

Thomas O'Malley + the Aristocats (Aristocats)

Puppycat (Bee and Puppy cat)

Kyo Sohma (Fruits Basket)

Mae Borowski (Night in the Woods)

Morgana (Persona 5)

Meowth (Pokémon)

Kitty Softpaws (Puss in Boots)

Salem Saberhagen (Sabrina the Teenage Witch)

Luna (Sailor Moon)

Spot (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

Cheshire Cat (Alice in Wonderland)

Princess Carolyn (BoJack Horseman)

Hobbes (Calvin and Hobbes)

Chi Yamada (Chi's sweet home)

The Cat (Coraline)

Pounce de Leon (Homestuck)

Goose (Marvel comics / MCU)

Plagg (Miraculous)

Catbus (My Neighbor Totoro)

Catra (She-Ra)

Blaze the Cat (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Baron Humbert von Gikkingen (The Cat Returns)

Aslan (The Chronicles of Narnia)

Tom (Tom and Jerry)

Holly leaf (Warrior cats)

Jayfeather (Warrior cats)

Yellowfang (Warrior cats)

Bluestar (Warrior cats)

Miyo Sasaki / Muge / Taro (A whisker away)

Cake (Adventure Time)

Bob (Animal Crossing)

Raymond (Animal Crossing)

Frumpkin (Critical Role)

Maurice (Discworld)

Happy (Fairy Tail)

Cattail (Plants vs Zombies)

Angel Grimalkin (Purrfect Apawcalypse)

Pusheen (Pusheen)

Cat (Red Dwarf)

Judd (Splatoon)

Lil' Judd (Splatoon)

Garfield the Deals Warlock (The Adventure Zone: Balance)

Mad Mew Mew (Undertale)

Mothwing (Warrior cats)

Shoe (Ace Attorney)

Blanca (Animal Crossing)

John Blacksad (Blacksad)

Yoruichi Shihoin (Bleach)

Lumi (Cats are Liquid)

Mr. Mistoffelees (Cats the musical)

Gatomon (Digimon)

Pib (Dimension 20 - Never after)

Greebo (Discworld)

You (Discworld)

Felix (Drawtectives)

Minerva McGonagall (Harry Potter)

Heathcliff (Heathcliff)

Jaspers (Homestuck)

Sox (Lightyear)

Chat Noir (Miraculous)

Valerie Oberlin (Monster Prom)

Juan The Small Magical Latino Cat (Monster Prom)

Capper (My Little Pony)

Opalescence (My Little Pony)

Nyan Cat (Nyan Cat)

Mewo (Omori)

Bungle the glass cat (Oz)

Kyubey (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Coco Grimalkin (Purrfect Apawcalypse)

Felix Munch (Purrfect Apawcalypse)

Mittens Wichien (Purrfect Apawcalypse)

Shrödinger's cat (you know the one)

Artemis (Sailor Moon)

Chococat (Sanrio)

Big the Cat (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Gary the Snail (Spongebob Squarepants)

Lion (Steven Universe)

Aldwyn (The Familiars)

Simba (The Lion King)

Chairman Meow (The Shadowhunter Chronicles)

Kuroneko-sama (Trigun)

Leona Kingscholar (Twisted Wonderland)

Catty (Undertale)

Sandstorm (Warrior cats)

Squirrelflight (Warrior cats)

Tigger (Winnie the Pooh)

Nali (AC: Valhalla)

The Sphinx (Adventures of Puss in Boots)

Leone (Akame ga Kill)

Jonesy (Alien)

Domino 2 (Amphibia)

Ankha (Animal Crossing)

Kabuki (Animal Crossing)

Rosie (Animal Crossing)

Rover (Animal Crossing)

Tangy (Animal Crossing)

Darwin (April and the Extraordinary World)

Miyuki (Avatar the Last Airbender)

Serafina + Wolfie (Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper)

Taokaka (Blazblue)

Grimmjow Jaegerjaques (Bleach)

Kuro (Blue Exorcist)

Periwinkle (Blue's clues)

Catbug (Bravest Warriors)

Atsushi Nakajima (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Natsume Soseki (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Assistacat / Sub-manager (Cardfight!! Vanguard)

Brave Heart Lion (Care Bears)

Midnight (Castle in the Air, Diana Wynne Jones)

Potato (Cat loaf adventures)

CatDog (CatDog)

Skimbleshanks (Cats the musical)

Rum Tum Tugger (Cats the musical)

Jemima (Cats the musical)

Victoria (Cats the musical)

Ember (Cattails)

Lyrus (Cattails)

Mayor (Cattails)

Missy (Cattails)

Sarge (Cattails)

Scout (Cattails)

Nyako / Meowy (Chainsaw Man)

Lucifer (Cinderella)

Arthur (Code Geass)

Constable Whiskers (Cookie Run)

Cool Cat (Cool Cat Saves the Kids)

Mao (Darker than Black)

Catti (Deltarune)

Mingus Crown (Dialtown)

Ortensia the Cat (Disney)

Sisters of Plenitude (Doctor Who)

Jellie (Double Life SMP)

C!Antfrost (Dream SMP)

Izutsumi (Dungeon Meshi)

Yuigadokusonmaru (Durarara)

Thomas (Earwig and the Witch)

Carla (Fairy Tail)

Panther Lily (Fairy Tail)

Felix (Felix cat food mascot)

Felix the cat (Felix the cat (Paramount))

Candy + Cindy (Five Nights at Candy's)

Hiili (Fox Fires (webcomic))

Lucrezia and Meek (Frakk, the Cats' Nightmare)

Heinkel (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Arlene (Garfield)

Nermal (Garfield)

Amanojaku (Ghost Stories)

Cringer / Battlecat (He-man)

808 (Hi-Fi Rush)

Stelmaria (His Dark Materials)

Kirjava (His Dark Materials)

God Cat (Homestuck)

Vodka Mutini / Dr.Meowgon Spangler (Homestuck)

Macskacicó (Hungarian folk tales)

Cheetu (Hunter x Hunter)

Finley / Jelly Donut (Hustle Cat)

Samantha / The Cat (Infinity Train)

Solembum (Inheritance Cycle)

Nameless evil white cat (James Bond)

Jenny Linsky (Jenny Linsky, Esther Averill)

Stray Cat (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Kaspar, Prince of Cats (Kaspar, Prince of Cats, Michael Morporgo)

Mr. Kat (Kid vs. Kat)

Magolor (Kirby series)

Tigress (Kung Fu Panda)

Remlit (Legend of Zelda Skyward Sword)

Mo (Lego Monkie Kid)

Meowthra (Lego Ninjago Movie)

Nyanta (Log Horizon)

Sylvester (Looney Tunes)

Mao Mao Mao (Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart)

Alpine (Marvel comics)

Behemoth (Master and Margarita)

Mog (Mog books, Judith Kerr)

The Cat (Monster Camp)

Ren (Monstress)

Haru (My Roommate is a Cat)

Ghazt (My Singing Monsters)

Pasty (Neko Atsume)

Sakamoto (Nichijou)

Niko (Oneshot)

Eureka the pink kitten (Oz)

Pangur Bán (Pangur Bán (Irish poem, 9th century))

Findus (Pettson and Findus)

Whiskers (Pixel Cat's End)

Pixie (Pixie and Brutus)

Glameow (Pokémon)

Litten (Pokémon)

Meowstic (Pokémon)

Skitty (Pokémon)

Sprigatito (Pokémon)

Jess (Postman Pat)

Tigger Sugden (Purrfect Apawcalypse)

Slugcat (Rain World)

Rivulet (Rain World: Downpour)

Shampoo ( Ranma 1/2)

Squanchy (Rick and Morty)

Talking Cat (Rick and Morty)

Blake Belladonna (RWBY)

Diana (Sailor Moon)

Charmmy Kitty (Sanrio)

Khajiit (The Elder Scrolls)

Tabby Slime (Slime Rancher)

Blair (Soul Eater)

Barry Ill ( Sparklecare hospital)

Caroline Coughs (Sparklecare hospital)

Grudge (Star Trek Discovery)

T'Ana (Star Trek: Lower Decks)

Cure Cosmo / Yuni (Star Twinkle Pretty Cure)

Pet cats (Stardew Valley)

Cat Steven (Steven Universe)

Nyanky (Taiko no Tatsujin)

Archie (Tales of Arcadia)

The Kitty (The Bad Guys)

The Black Cat (The Black Cat, E.A.Poe)

The Cat in the Hat (The Cat in the Hat)

Pixel (The Cat Who Walks through Walls, Robert Heinlein)

Amp / Anp / Anpu (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K)

Boo (The Funky Phantom)

Wagahai (Ace Attorney)

Invisible cat (The Invisible Man, H.G.Wells)

Bagheera (The Jungle Book)

Xiaohei (The Legend of Hei)

Nuka (The Lion King 2)

Pippa (The Penumbra Podcast)

Black Cat (The Price, Neil Gaiman)

Church (The Shadowhunter Chronicles)

Tom Kitten (The Tale of Tom Kitten)

Mew (Marvel comics)

Ichigo Momomiya (Tokyo Mew Mew)

Hong (Trash of the Count's Family)

On (Trash of the Count's Family)

Captain Amelia (Treasure Planet)

Thomas Kincade Brannigan ( Doctor Who)

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Luxor (Tutenstein)

Che'nya (Twisted Wonderland)

Cheka Kingscholar (Twisted Wonderland)

Grim (Twisted Wonderland)

Burgerpants (Undertale)

Varjak Paw (Varjak Paw, S.F.Said)

Bristlefrost (Warrior cats)

Cinderpelt (Warrior cats)

Graystripe (Warrior cats)

Leopardstar (Warrior cats)

Scourge (Warrior cats)

Spottedleaf (Warrior cats)

Ferncloud (Warrior cats)

Leafpool (Warrior cats)

Mapleshade (Warrior cats)

Sol (Warrior cats)

Tallstar (Warrior cats)

Turtle Tail (Warrior cats)

Tab (Watership Down)

Tabby Von Meow (Webkinz)

Opera (Welcome to demon school Iruma kun!)

Fluffal Cat (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Chester the Cat (Bunnicula)

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And here, as requested, are Honorable mentions, in no particular order (some less honorable than others), with their reasons for exclusion:

Mikeko (Ace Attorney): Apparently Apollo's cat but as far as I can tell it was only mentioned not shown, you've got other cats in

Any of the playable cats (Catlateral Damage): yeah I'm not even digging into that I mean I tried but naaaah (not to sound lazy but if it doesn't have a good wiki page I'm not doing it sorry I've had this many cats to dig through; I did save the game to check out in my own time tho so cudos for that)

Tasque Manager (Deltarune): not cat enough

Doraemon (Doraemon ): if only this thing had cat ears... or a cat tail... preferably both... I get that it's a robot but it could be a lot of animals honestly

Lizzie (Empires Smp): whomst (if what I found is what was meant then it's a fish not cat)

Kitty Cheshire (Ever After High): not cat enough

Nepeta Lejiom (Homestuck): not sure she's cat at least ENOUGH if at all, don't know enough about homestuck, owner of Pounce who is in anyway (entry said they're sorry lmao)

Schrödinger (Időfutár): "Time-travelling cat" I have failed in finding their picture and it seems too niche to be presented without it even though I am so intrigued and regret I don't know the language of the source material I'd love to give it a read/listen

Revolver Ocelot (Metal Gear Solid): Compares himself to ocelots and meows apparently, but no visible cat aesthetic sorry

Raku-chan (Nyan Neko Sugar Girls ): why.

Aisha Clan-Clan (Outlaw Star): not enough cat

Honey the Cat (Sonic the Hedgehog): that's enough cats from sonic (real reason: model so low-poly she would cut her opponents, and before you argue - there's a difference between pixel models and low-poly old games models)

The song pet cheetah twenty one pilots concept album lore: oof yeah um I get what a concept album is kinda buuut it's just a weird entry idk we've got plenty of fandom cats to go around

Gaetan (The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt): Witcher from school of cat but he's still well pretty much human (don't come at me about witchers not being the same as humans he's not a CAT and that's all that matters to me)

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What's next?

Well, I have to make the bracket itself. As you can see, there's a bit more cats than I was intending to have, which means that certain polls in round 1 will have more than just two options. I can already tell you that a lot of the cats from the same fandoms are going to be eliminated in round one. That's why I kept them in. I'm planning on making up the first round match ups based heavily on the similarities between cats and the fandoms they're from. ALSO as you've probably noticed, some cats come in a bundle. That's because they're a family. I'm not doing this to Kitty Softpaws and Puss (at least YET), because even though they also get married in the end, there's a huge gap in their submission numbers. If you're wondering, how big, you may want to know that up to Tigger from Winnie the Pooh (that is, almost the entire first pic) are the cats that got 2+ submissions, in their order of popularity.

Next step - brackets!!! I want to do this well and I hope I don't underestimate certain fandoms!!!

[wulvercazz]

wrote a thing last night… enjoy ✨

cw // dom/sub undertones, hatefucking, enemies with benefits, light orgasm control

He’s so lost in the size and shape of his dick that it spills right out of him like a song, “Ichigo—“ he chants around a moan. Grimmjow only registers he did when it all stops abruptly; his face burning in shameful anger when his eyes quickly catch a glance of the shinigami’s dumb doe eyes; sparkling with validation. It’s disgusting.

“What the fuck is your problem, Kurosaki— move.” He growls through gritted teeth, the claws on his hands digging through yet another mattress as a sickly feeling begins to burn brighter the longer that idiotic look stays on his face.

“You— you said my name.” He pants out with wonder. Grimmjow can taste the stupid smile even while trying to ignore his face.

“…Move or I’m fucking leaving—“ he tries to buck back, clench, whatever may get the shinigami back into a babbling, growling mess. But that insane power of his to turn any adversity into less than an inconvenience when there’s motivation enough, gets in the way yet again; apparently it’s not just reserved to saving friends.

“I know what I heard.” His voice stops faltering, meeting Grimmjow halfway. “Say it again and I’ll continue.”

“Fuck off—“ he growls out to avoid making any other, more unbecoming, sound. But a half-moan half-complain is rolled right out his ribcage, when Kurosaki’s hands spread right over them, and push up to his shoulder blades. Pressing hard enough to make Grimmjow’s arms start to buckle under him.

Then one hand dares press on his neck, and a real, hollow howl tinged, growl escapes him; but he doesn’t pull away from the shinigami’s grasp just yet.

“Call me by my name or neither gets to finish,” he uses that dark tone of voice that only ever pokes it’s slithery head out when the hollow in him is joining in on the party. Grimmjow’s back shivers all the way down to where he’s stretched around his unmoving dick, jaw clenched tight, stubbornly searching for any other way that he’ll get what he wants without reducing himself to such thing.

“Fine—“ Ichigo pulls back, taking his dick with him; forcing him to feel how serious he is about it. His hands keep Grimmjow unmoving as he pulls out but the very tip, and the arrancar gasps suddenly; the arrancar hates feeling empty, not just in the figurative, hollow, sense; he’s come to realize.

“Haah— I fucking hate you, Ichigo—“ it’s more of a pathetic moan than a growl, edged with distress and want it’s nowhere near threatening. A goofy smile spreads right across Ichigo’s cheeks.

“That wasn’t so hard—“ he teases, pulling on Grimmjow’s body to fuck right back in just as the arrancar’s filling his mouth with insults to throw at him; turns them into needy little moans and a string of incoherent babbling.

“C-come on—“ he pants, “keep saying it—,” moaning just as much with every hurried thrust. “Call my name, Grimmjow.” And his hands grip his hips harder, pulling on his body to meet his thrusts halfway.

Between ragged breaths and spilled out moans, Grimmjow’s eyes flutter closed and from his tongue drips a plea like drool, ‘Ichigo-IchigoIchigo—Ich-g-oIchigo~’

[ddelline]

do you remember where you were & what you did when X died/Y happened

listen. I remember torrenting bleach 167: the moment of conclusion, the end of grimmjow in jp w shaky fan transl eng subs—no shade they did God’s work—in 2008, as a tiny ass child about 2 get caught in & develop her first major fandom hyperfixation

it’s been sixteen whole ass years since the last time I watched a (new) bleach ep feat suwabe junichi as grimmjow. Sixteen. Years. today it’s the godforsaken year 2024, I am a whole ass adult

and once again I’m abt to watch a new bleach ep featuring suwajun as grimmjow

did not realize having original blorbo back on my laptop would make me this feral but what can I say. what a girl’s first fujo obsession does to her etc

[muzansfangs]

Bloodstain.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; mention to Gin Ichimaru, Kaname Tosen, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Nnoitra Gilga, Shuhei Hisagi, Orihime Inoue, Ichigo Kurosaki, Masaki Kurosaki, Uryu Ishida, Isshin Kurosaki, Ulquiorra Cifer and Haschwalth Jugram;

Format: multi-chapters story;

Warnings for this chapter: nsfw, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, dirty talk, body worship, dom!Aizen, sub!reader, oral sex (reader!receiving), hair pulling, domestic life, fake dating, dirty fantasies, violence, gore, blood, bruises, death threats, mutual pining;

Plot: Taking care of Mrs. Watanabe’s daughter is not hard. Trying to appear like a couple in front of her bright eyes is a completely different story, though. The pent up frustration building up throughout the day eventually explodes. The desire to have you, to touch you again, to be one with you is driving Sosuke insane. You are too tempting for him and the way you take care of children, surely, is not helping.

N.B: I had to split the chapter in two parts. Some of the warnings belong to the second part!

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𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

A sunny morning and a six-year-old girl standing at your front door, curiously staring up at you with her leaf green eyes, indicated the beginning of a new day. The storm had passed on through the night and the warm rays of the sun kissing your face had gently waken you up from your slumber. Albeit you had agreed on sleeping next to Sosuke, by the time you had come back to your senses, he was not there. His side of the bed was empty, the sheets cool. Probably, he had waken up a couple of hours earlier, leaving you to a well-deserved rest. A noble gesture, considering who he was.

Eyes landing on your lap, you had noticed your nightgown was immaculate and still on. The bed was not messed up and the blanket was securely wrapped around your waist. He had been a man of honor, keeping his promise of not touching you more than it was strictly necessary. Sleeping in his arms was surely not something you should have done, but he was the only one who could help you to find rest whilst a storm raged outside. Thinking about it, in the past, beside your late mother, no one else had ever slept by your side, silently comforting you. No one had ever done it but him. It was ridiculous.

After taking a quick shower and changing into a flowery sundress, you had entered the kitchen only to find him sitting on the stool with a novel and a cup of tea in front of him. Sosuke had glanced up at you, not a word leaving his mouth, as you made yourself some coffee and begrudgingly muttered a ‘Good morning’.

He hummed as a response and you took it as a sign it was better to end off whatever small conversation you could muster with him. Not even ten minutes later, you had heard the doorbell ring and there you were now: locking eyes with a small version of the hellish Mrs. Watanabe. A prettier one, actually. The woman had not even bothered to show up at your door, she had simply left her daughter there and had made her getaway. For once, you were glad she had opted for being rude. Beholding the sight of her face early in the morning would have probably made you throw up your breakfast.

“Good morning, Aoi. — you greeted the girl with a mild voice, leaning slightly down to her eye level — You’ve grown up since the last time I’ve seen you”.

The girl blinked, holding her plushie to her chest “The paediatrician said I’m two inches taller than I was seven months ago”.

You smiled softly, stepping aside to let her enter your flat “Ah, I see! Let’s go inside, come on” you chimed, watching as the small girl trotted inside your house, familiar with the environment by now. She was better than her obnoxious mother and you really hoped she was going to be the opposite of that snake with a raven bob and high-necked dresses. It was impossible to predict how she would have turned out to be, but you had promised yourself to mold her into a sweet and loving girl in the time you spent with her.

Closing the door behind you two, you watched as Aoi stood in the middle of the living room, tilting her head to the side almost puzzled. It was almost like the little girl sensed something was off. Following her gaze, you realized she was looking directly at Sosuke, now occupying the entry to the kitchen with his lean frame. He seemed disinterested, hands into his pockets as he shifted his gaze from the child to you. For some reason, your mouth went dry. You had no idea of what was going on inside his head, but you hoped he wanted to keep on acting as a normal man and ‘your boyfriend’ in front of the witch’s offspring. Aoi was young, but old enough to innocently tell her mother the truth about your relationship with Sosuke.

Therefore, here you were, heart pumping hard in your chest and pleading eyes boring into Sosuke’s ones. It was almost like you were begging him not to let you down now. And, surprisingly, he did not.

“Who are you?” Aoi asked him, causing you to hold your breath in anticipation.

“I’m Sosuke. — he introduced himself, soothing tone caressing your skin — I’m Y/N’s boyfriend”.

You detested the lie he had come up with to justify his presence in your house, yet you were glad he was sticking up to the original plan right now. He was more collaborative than you had expected him to be. Sosuke was still himself, arrogant and sneaky. Despite that, he was apparently blending into the human society better than you had imagined.

You released a breath you had not realized you were holding at the sound of his words and he had not failed to notice how your shoulders had relaxed, hand now patting the small girl’s back as you motioned for her to go sit in the couch.

“Really? But I never saw you with her. Where were you?” Aoi piped out, panic washing over you again as the kid ignored you, fascinated by the new man in your living room.

Sosuke’s eyes flitted from the child to you, proud to be the one who had to somehow pull you out of that mess “I was out of town for work. I have decided to move in as soon as I have come back” he shortly said, Aoi’s eyes growing round as she listened to your former enemy in sheer interest.

“Oh! What do you do for a living?”.

Gosh, she was nothing like her mother, but that hag had taught her well how to be a noisy pest at times. More details and lies you two had to invent the harder it would have been not screwing up.

“He’s a cr—”you blurted out, but the rest of the words died on your tongue upon realizing you were going to label him as a criminal. Colors drained from your face, Sosuke’s eyebrow quirking up to come up with a remedy to your idiotic inclination to speak without thinking.

“Cricket player. I’m a cricket player”.

This was not what you expected him to say. Out of the vast list of works existing, he had really chosen a peculiar one. You palmed your forehead, turning around not to look at him. Aoi, on the other hand, gasped and enthusiastically asked more questions.

“O my God, so you have a horse?”.

Sosuke did not even hesitate to provide the curious human more informations “Oh, I do. I have recently bought this new specimen. It’s a female and incredibly stubborn. It’s hard taming her, but I’m confident I’ll eventually succeed” he cooed, the hair behind your neck standing whilst your brain registered his smooth talk and rationalized the true meaning behind them.

He was definitely walking on thin ice. Knowing you had to keep up a syrupy lovestory not to plant doubt in the kid’s mind, he had resolved to send you messages for you to read between the lines. How badly you wished you could just hit him with a frying pan and kick him out of your house. Instead, you had to turn around and display a sympathetic smile at him.

“Alright, enough about his job! Why don’t you sit there and tell me what you’d like to do today?” you chimed in, blocking Aoi’s view on the special threat without even sparing him a glance. You could feel his gaze on you, boring holes on your back as if he was firing a gun. He was right about a thing, summarizing his impression on you: you were hard to tame. Going down without a fight was not in your style. He could ask Haschwalth Jugram about that, but considering he was dead he could always ask Uryuu Ishida to make a detailed report about your battle.

Aoi blinked and hummed, the index of her small hand playing with her lower lip thoughtfully “The beach”.

“The beach?” you repeated, bending down to her eye level.

“Yep! There is going to be a competition of some kind! I wanna go, please, please! My mommy never lets me go to play in the sand” the small girl piped out, her pigtails swaying around her visage with every little stomp of her feet.

You were not hellbent to pander to the kid’s whims. You had been dealing with children on your own after Masaki’s tragic death. Ichigo was not really a capricious boy, the even younger girls neither. However, you had learned how to moderate your inclination to give them the world after their mother’s loss. Clearly unhappy and lost, they needed someone to guide them and humour them. This is what you did, in the end. Aoi was not spoiled. She had nothing, besides a very strict and a non-affective mother looking after her. A little treat could not do any harm.

The situation was risky, though. Could you trust Sosuke enough to let him tag along to a most likely overcrowded beach? With every passing second, your temptation to go back to the Soul Society and evirate Shunsui increased notably. He had ruined your life.

You clicked your tongue, shooting a side-eye to an impassive Sosuke towering over you from behind. He did not mumble a single word, arms folding against his chest as you stood back up and hurried him out of the living room. Aoi watched you two with her big doe eyes, hoping you were going to make her small wish come true. Your heart clenched in your chest, gifting her a small and genuine compassionate smile, before you cornered Sosuke in the dark corridor.

“What are your intentions? What the Hell do you think you are doing?” you asked him, jabbing a finger at his sternum to emphasize your question.

“I am not doing any harm, detective”.

“You know very well what I am talking about. A cricket player, a stubborn horse, the hard taming deal. — you reminded him, gaze hardening just by watching him wearing a placid smile you had grown so familiar with — Quit it”.

Sosuke grinned “Oh, really? Whose fault is it? Were you not about to address me as a criminal? You never lose the habit of acting on your impulses. You truly are a feisty animal, after all” he taunted you, hand reaching for his eye-patch in the pocket of his trousers to latch it behind his nape and cover his eye.

You gawked, balling your hands into fists down your sides, nails digging onto your palms to resist the urge to slash his handsome face in the presence of an innocent child waiting for you to make her day.

“That’s what you are. — you hissed through gritted teeth, deciding to ignore the fact he was right to some extent — Now, before going back to Aoi, I will give you a small advice: don’t you dare to ruin her day out”.

Sosuke paused, glancing at the child playing with her plushie back in the living room. She was good-mannered, innocent. Not a complete nuisance “You are overprotective of that kid”.

“Her mother is a bitch. I have never seen her hug her daughter, or show affection to her. If I can somehow give Aoi a break, I am more than willing to do so” you explained, following his gaze with a softer tone accompanying your actions.

“You have a thing for misfits”.

You turned to look at him, furrowing your brows perplexedly “Excuse me?”.

“First, Grimmjow and Ulquiorra. Then Shuhei. This kid here and now me. You can’t blame me for thinking you have a tendency of taking care of broken hearts and outcasts” he said, not even bothering to look back at you, before sauntering back to Aoi to announce you were indeed going spend the day on the beach.

When Gin harshly tugged at the shackles binding your hands together, you stumbled forwards. It was a measure you had never been subjected to. Aizen had told you it was temporary, just to send a message to the ravenous army of Espada craving your head, or wanting to put their hands on you to reduce you to the brand new plaything of Las Noches.

He had sent Gin Ichimaru to pick you up from your quarters. You had never trusted that man, that sly, creepy grin of his sent frissons over your skin every time you bumped into him. He had almost killed you back in the Soul Society. If you had not died back then, it was for shameless luck and Aizen’s healing spells. You often wondered what would have happened to you, if the Captain crossing roads with you was not him. He had this different way of dealing with you, this certain respect you refused to believe was genuine, given his betrayal. Looking back at it, you were glad he had never actually tried to kill you. It was irrational, but you had a feeling he felt some connection with you. Perhaps, you were just being delusional.

“You are hurting me” you hissed, glaring up at the willowy man guiding you down the monotonous, sterile corridors of Las Noches. He was conducting you to Aizen and the former Captain of the Ninth Division to join the incoming meeting as a guest.

For some reason, Aizen had requested your presence. He had refused to abide to your plea to let you stay in your bedroom. He wanted you there and you surely did not wish for his wrath to rain down on you upon defying him further.

“Oh, I apologize! Aizen-sama will not be pleased to know I have bruised those wrists of yours, I guess. — he sang, his mawkish tone earning a snort from you — Shall I feel a sting of remorse for what I have done? I mean, hurting a sweet girl you don’t even know could be convicted as pretty mean by the mankind. Am I right?”.

You halted, realizing he had stopped walking as well. The ominous clink of the chains dragging along the polished floor underneath your feet contributed to set off a chilling atmosphere around you two. You could not see Gin’s face, but you could tell he was probably reminiscing something. There was a double-meaning he was masterly concealing behind his typical brisk monologues. You had a feeling there was a deeper intent and message behind those words spoken in a desolate area of the castle.

“Some men out there hurt people and don’t even bother apologizing. — he stated, whipping his head towards you — They kill, mutilate, do pretty gory actions to lonely, lovely girls. But you know, Kurosaki, today I’m in a good mood and, to be honest, I’m not quite as bad as you may think I am” he stated, before walking over to you and grasping your wrists to inspect the damage.

You straightened your back, allowing him to chant what you had learned was a healing kidō to mend the bruised skin. Now that he had stopped rambling, you wanted to hear more from him.

“What are you hinting to?” you boldly asked him.

Gin smirked “I was just philosophizing”.

“Did someone hurt—”.

“Thin ice, Y/N-chan. — he suddenly hushed you, his fox eyes opening even so slightly to pin you on the spot — You are lucky to have someone watching your back. To be honest, I would like to hurt you, but I can’t do it. Now, don’t take me for someone who would be devoured by regrets for having hurt a woman. The only regret I have is not having finished you back in the Soul Society”.

Your blood ran cold and you expected his blade to pierce your heart, but the moment he turned around and tugged at the chains again you felt glad this torture was over. The sooner you were in the company of your worst enemy, the better. Once again, you found yourself wishing he was there with you, because you were absolutely certain he would have never hurt you. This man here, however, was on another level. He wanted you dead and, despite some Arrancars and Espada had told you the same, you could feel all of his hatred blanketing you like snow covering the ground. There was a thirst for vendetta in his actions that made you freeze on the spot.

You were so vulnerable without your blade. You wondered when you would have been able to snatch it away. It had been two weeks without training. You could sense your sword calling for you, but you could not just enter Aizen’s quarters so easily. You, the older Kurosaki, the independent girl who had never relied on anyone, were hoping day and night for your brother to save you. But he never came. He was not there and, regrettably, you wished you had not so selflessly swapped places with Orihime Inoue. Lost into self-deprecation, you had not realized Gin had stopped walking until you ended up bumping onto his back.

Sighing, you distanced yourself from him, only to meet a pair of chestnut brown eyes already transfixed on you. Aizen Sosuke stood right before you, next to him Kaname Tosen. Chills ran down your spine, when Gin roughly pushed you towards him, but this time you did not trip, much to his dismay. Delicately, Lord Aizen grasped your chin, inspecting your face. He always did that, checking on you as if he really cared about your health. Usually, you knew better than protesting, but you already knew what was going to happen this time.

Two days without seeing him and you had a small purple bruise on your cheekbone. Your stomach churned, his eyes turning as cold as ice.

“Who?”.

“It’s not even visible. It doesn’t hurt” you replied, turning your head to the side to slip away from his fingers. Such a pity he roughly grasped your jaw harder, tipping your head up to force an unbearable eye-contact. There was no hiding from him, especially when the matter concerned your safety.

“Someone has dared to hurt my guest in my castle. I’m legitimized to demand you to give me a name” he stated calmly but firmly, the air around you shifting to gloomy and asphyxiating. Tosen and Gin tensed, awaiting for you to quench Aizen’s thirst for blood. Yet, you failed their expectations.

You were sick and tired of gory battles and violence. Nnoitra deserved pain and sufferings. However, this was not Aizen’s battle. This was yours. You had promised yourself to make that bastard pay for his arrogance and perverse sense of superiority with your own blade. But while Aizen would have taken his life, you aspired to simply put him back into place.

You shook your head “It doesn’t concern you”.

The man before you arched a dark eyebrow, his grip on your jaw loosening as he rested his hand on the top of your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze “Don’t play mind games with me. I perfectly know why you’re hesitating to reveal the culprit’s name. You just fear to witness to what I may do to him”.

His words resonated in your head as you pressed your lips together and scoffed, forcing yourself not to add more details, to confirm his inklings. The moment he was about to press you again with more questions, an Arrancar materialiazed a few feet away from you two. Eyes downcast, knees planted onto the ground, the Hollow belonged to the newly promoted lower ranks. His aura was far from threatening and you could actually sense distinct waves of terror radiating from him.

Aizen shot him a cold glance “Speak” his baritone voice commanded, just as he took a hold of the chains binding your hands together to nudge towards the exit.

“The Espada are assembled and waiting for you, Lord Aizen” the Arrancar meekly announced, but the sound propagating in the corridor as soon as he pronounced his last word made you zone out. What was that?

Bones breaking, organs exploding, maybe. All you knew, as Aizen walked you to the spacious living room, was that something viscous and crimson red colored was splattered over the wall and on your white, pristine dress. Blood, it was blood you could not wipe away from your clothes and face as he urged you away from the crime scene. You could feel it drip down the column of your throat, cling onto the luxurious fabric of the uniform as your eyes landed on the Espada inspecting you in sheer curiosity.

You kept your head high, spacing out, completely ignoring Aizen rambling about his plot schemes. What had just happened was nothing but him showing you what kind of treatment would have fallen upon the Espada who had harmed you.

To catch your attention was Aizen’s spiritual pressure bending Grimmjow’s knees, squashing him onto the ground. People snickered, amused by the scene as the man flexed his power on him. No, no, you could not allow any more violence, you could not withstand it.

Dashing before Grimmjow, shielding him from Aizen’s sight, you winced as the chain yanked you back towards your captor. Your skin burned where the metal unforgivingly bit your flesh, but you did the only thing that could have somehow granted Grimmjow enough strength to stand back up and breathe again: you unleashed your own spiritual pressure, letting it clash against Aizen’s one. There was no competition, but you really gave it your best shot. Blood dribbled from your nose, as you glanced at Grimmjow from above your shoulder to check on him.

“W-What the fuck are you doing? You idiot, move!” the Sexta Espada rasped out, panting, as he tried to push himself up. It was working, at least.

Murmurs echoed around you, comments on how foolish you were and about how they would have loved to watch you die for your impertinence. Instead, Aizen diminished the intensity of his spiritual pressure and you did the same. Your knees failed you, your eyes meeting his, before you slumped onto the cold floor and your vision darkened.

The horde of screaming, rowdy kids trotting around you on the beach made you almost regret having asked Aoi what she would have loved to do to spend the day. There were parents chatting in small groups, teenagers playing beach-volley and a few stalls selling toys and handmade floral decorations. The temperature was nice, the gentle breeze caressing your skin making the summer heat bearable. Holding her hand, you let the child guide you to explore the area, her cheerful laughter warming you up from the inside.

When she stopped by a giant yellow sign, pointing her finger at it, you blinked: ‘Wreaths competition! Do your best to win a limited edition Stitch’.

“I want to win the plushie! Please, please! Can you help me out?” Aoi begged you, turning towards you with such a puppy face you struggled to keep your composure. You had to killed the time somehow.

You were screwed. But you reminded yourself why you were doing it.

“Okay, okay. — you agreed, settling your hand over her head — Listen, while I attempt to create good garlands and crowns, why don’t you go play with Sosuke and collect some seashells? Maybe we can make some pretty necklaces too, later” you suggested, before shooting a subtle glance at Sosuke that implied he had to accompany her and protect the kid with his own life. It was a test, to be fair. You wanted him to show you that you could trust him a little bit.

He arched his eyebrow up, upper lip twitching imperceptibly but not escaping your hawk-eyes “Have fun with the flowers” he falsely muttered, before gesturing for Aoi to follow him down to the shore.

The sight of him walking side by side with the small kid made you faintly smile. It was the furthest thing from your imagination. Aizen Sosuke dealing with kids, babysitting them, controlling his hunger for power and cold indifference for the sake of a little child almost sounded like the beginning of a chilling horror story. However, you were willing to test the waters. Maybe, he was not the best choice to make, when it came down to pick a man to watch over kids, but he was surprisingly trying his best.

Down the shore, while Sosuke kept his eyes transfixed on the Ocean, Aoi began to choose the best seashells she came across in her exploration. Apparently, she had taken the task seriously. The special threat was not much bothered by her presence, as long as she just did her job silently. As he had already assessed back home, this human was well-behaved. Suddenly, however, she tugged at his trousers to draw his attention. Peace did not last long.

Sosuke averted his eyes from the crystal water and, arms folded over his chest, he looked down at the little girl “What’s the matter?” he asked, not bothering to adjust his tone of voice to a softer one.

“Why didn’t you kiss her when you walked away? You’re not very affectionate with her” Aoi piped out, making him stiffen up.

Oh, now the situation was getting interesting. The human child was questioning his relationship with Y/N. He knew that he had to be careful about what he said, especially since it would have been only fair to confront her before adding more details about their ‘love-story’. But Sosuke could perfectly handle the situation. He was not a fool and manipulating people had somehow been the key for his success. Playing a child was even easier, given their simple mind.

He cleared his throat, a small smile curving his lips “You see, she’s a little upset with me right now. I’m more than sure she wouldn’t appreciate my kisses at the moment” he lied, only for Aoi to shake her head and toss away in the water a chipped scallop.

“All girls like kisses! If you apologize and give her one she is going to forgive you” she mumbled, only for Sosuke to widen his eyes at her acute observation. Ah, she was not a fool.

“This is what happens in fairytales, though”.

“But she’s a princess! Look at her, she’s so beautiful!” Aoi insisted, tapping on his knee again and this time he could only follow her gaze.

When his eyes landed on you, he was pleasantly welcomed with a boculic and tender vision he had never even dreamed of in his whole life. Sitting with a group of women and their children, you were smiling softly as you held a baby in your arms. Your eyes shimmered in a light he had never seen before, as you playfully showed a pretty wreath to the newborn in your arms, soon settling it on the top of your head. You were the incarnation of kindness and to him you had always been some sort of a mindblowing enigma he could not solve. You looked so happy, so beautiful like that.

His mind wandered for a few moments, venturing in thoughts he had never keened to contemplate in his life. A child. You. A peaceful life. Your hips had always been his addiction. Even when he had finally had you pinned underneath him, Sosuke could not help himself but squeeze on them, caressing your hipbones with hunger.

A man who controlled himself like he did was a slave to such a primal and basic need. Why did he want to breed you? He would have loved watching his seed leak out of you again, just like in the Soul Society. Gosh, he could have done it again and again, fucking you until could not feel your legs anymore and your tummy hurt. He could give you the world, he would have kissed you from your lips to the valley between your legs, if only you let him in. How could you not understand it?

His cock twitched his pants and he gritted his teeth, his eyes straying away from you as he caught a glimpse of the baby tugging at the neckline of your dress.

He had to have you. Again. That night.

Still, the real problem was the Hōgyoku. It was true he had studied the abilities of that source of power and energy, however it was mostly uncovered what else it could do. Sosuke was almost certain the Hōgyoku had made him infertile, but what if, among the wills of its owner, that small device could also bend its powers to grant his seed to fertilize an egg cell?

When he heard you calling out their names, Sosuke ran his fingers through his hair and patted on Aoi’s head absent-mindedly “Let’s go, she’s looking for us”.

The small kid beamed and ran up to you, leaving Sosuke behind with his thoughts and the unfamiliar feeling of coveting the same things those mortal men had: a family. He was not husband material, he was a villainous man with too much ego to settle down and put his aspirations aside. Maybe, though, now he could have it. It was just a matter of when and with who. He never understood love, that feeling leaving people besotted with another being was foreign to him. Despite that, when he saw you hand the plushie to Aoi and pick her up to spin her around mid-air he was absolutely certain that, if he were to choose a woman to share his heart and life with, he would have always chosen you.

When you put Aoi down, she giggled and squeezed the giant Stitch to her chest, relinquishing the feeling of finally having what she had craved so badly. You felt a sense of fulfillment in seeing her happy. You had watched her pass by your door with a pouty face too many times not to make her day with such a small gesture. Glancing at Sosuke, you noted he was holding some seashells in his hands and a breathless chuckle left your lips. A melody he had yearned to hear for too long to forget how it sounded and how his heart had always picked up its rate whenever you laughed in his proximity.

“What’s so funny?” he inquired, before grasping your hand and putting the colorful shells onto your palm.

You shrugged and scrunched up your nose “Nothing. It’s just that… I didn’t expect you to carry the seashells for her. That’s nice”.

He rolled his eyes “She sprinted towards you as soon as you called for us. Also, I knew you would have not been pleased if I lost them”.

You hummed and nodded your head, before picking up Aoi and sighing. The flower wreath over your head shifted, almost slipping off and he was quick to catch it, positioning it back in its original place. You stilled, eyes widening even so slightly before he lowered his face enough to let your noses brush together and this small action stole your breath from your lungs.

“You look beautiful like that” he commented, but before you could even thank him for the unexpected compliment, your phone rang and the jig was up. You did not catch the gleam of disappointment darkening his eyes as you stepped away to answer your call. Still, you were genuinely surprised to find yourself missing a kiss that never lingered on your lips.

You spent most of the day at the beach. You had to admit something had changed between you and Sosuke. You began to impoperly see him as reliable, a mistake you could not forgive yourself for. You knew how foolish of you it was to esteem him as a good man. He was a murderer, a manipulator, a traitor, the devil himself. To keep him out of your head, you had resorted to busy yourself in teaching Aoi how to thread the flowers together, or how to do cartwheels. But when it came down to eat lunch together, you were forced sit on a bench right next to Sosuke. The couples passing-by with their kids attempted more than once to strike up cordial conversations with you two, while their children played around with Aoi. It was challenging keeping up that farse. Sosuke, on the other hand, was perfectly fine with shooting you adoring glances. Arm looped around your shoulders to pull you closer to him, small adventures invented about your encounters to feed the interlocutors an epic love story, you were hating him for depicting a good, healthy relationship you knew he could never establish with you.

With you! You felt so pathetic for even considering the possibility of dating him for real. In other life, in other universe though, if he was not a monster, you could have allowed yourself to fall irrevocably in love with him.

The last blow that made your stomach somersault was what Aoi told you, by the front door of her house when you accompanied her back home “I wish you two were my parents”.

That innocent way of declaring how loved she had felt with you two affected you more than you liked to admit. You had a quick dinner with Sosuke, barely talking to him, before you decided once again to isolate yourself in the privacy of your bedroom. Clutching the sheets in your hands, you laid face first onto your pillow and commiserated yourself for your stupid sensitivity. Weren’t those signs you just wanted someone to love you so desperately it hurt? You wanted to be loved and to love freely. But your life was too complicated for indulging into the delights of a couple-life.

A knock on your door brought you back to reality and you huffed in contempt, before rolling off of the bed and opening the door. Sosuke stood there, still fully dressed, beside the fact he had taken off his eye-patch and had undone some buttons of his white shirt. Mother nature had made him too handsome not to admire.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you, but this belongs to you. — he stated, handing you the bag of the gift he had bought you yesterday — Given the fact I know no one else who could wear it besides you, I’m afraid you have no other option but to accept it” he observed, only for you to sigh and grasp the bag.

“Come in” you said, turning your back at him and allowing your villainous roommate to enter your bedroom. Years ago, it would have sounded reckless to let him inside such a private part of your house. But did it make some sense, considering you had practically slept in his arms yesterday night?

You sat on the edge of the bed, silence swallowing you two for some seconds, before you looked up at him and finally decided to show appreciation for the day “Oh, and… Thank you, I guess”.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I just thought this would have complimented your skin”.

You shook your head “I’m not talking about the gift. Thank you for having been a decent person at beach. — you corrected him, nails peeling away the sticker keeping the bag closed — And for the flattery remark you reserved to me out of the blue” you added coyly.

He smirked, taking a seat next to you without asking for your permisioon “It may sound so out of character coming from me, but I genuinely meant it. You are beautiful” he insisted, stretching his legs before him.

Good thing you had occupied yourself with pulling the fine piece of cloth out of the bag. Your heart was skipping beats repeatedly, almost leaving you out of breath. You scrutinized the red silky nightgown in awe, letting the smooth fabric slip through your fingers to fully appreciate its consistency. To add class to the item was the generous neckline bordered with lace. He definitely had good taste, but you were damn sure he had probably purchased such a scandalous nightgown to mess with your head.

You cleared your throat, folding it with care before putting it back into the bag and settling it down at your feet “It’s really beautiful. — you stated then, uncapable of turning your attention to him — But don’t you think it’s somewhat daring?”.

“Are you offended?”.

“What? No! — you fretted, cheeks warming up — It’s just that … I don’t know if I’m confident enough to wear it” you admitted, shrugging as you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. Well, this was definitely not a conversation you expected to have with him, or with a man in general. It was not like you had zero self-esteem. Honestly, it was more due to the fact that with your chaotic life, you did not have a lot of occasions to dress up. Let alone wearing something so revealing in bed for someone.

Sosuke let your words sink in for a few moments, before shifting on his seat to face you properly “Show me”.

“What?” you quipped, goggling at him as if he had just shouted a blasphemy in the middle of the road.

“I said ‘show me’. — he encouraged you again, gesturing at the bag at your feet nonchalantly — If you don’t feel comfortable in it, I’ll buy you a new one”.

You chuckled, your reaction earning a baffled glance from him. He was trying to be kind, probably. Still, it sounded hilarious. Also, why did he want to buy you stuff? You could provide for yourself on your own. He stared at you, silently demanding an explanation to your behavior while you stood up, grasping the fine piece of cloth “Sorry, I … I just don’t see why it seems to be so important to you”.

“Because that’s a gift. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of it”.

“Since when you care about my feelings?”.

He was not liking where the conversation was going “Just go to change. Isshin did an horrific job with you”.

You rolled your eyes at him, complying to his request and going to the bathroom to try the damn nightgown…Only to realize you actually adored it. The color really complimented your skin. The fabric embraced your curves perfectly, smoothly cascading down your valleys, barely reaching your upper thighs. You felt your body on fire, the idea of presenting yourself to him like that made you press your legs together in a combination of embarrassment and arousal. Why, though? Did you have something to be ashamed of? Absolutely not. He had seen you fully naked before and you were dressed now. Poorly, but you were still not indecent.

Stalling would have only prolonged the agony. Swallowing your pride, you made your way back to him. His eyes, strangely warm tonight, immediately pinned you on the spot. Basking in your beauty, Sosuke did not move from where he was sitting. He watched you intently, impassible face to let you stew on your own juice. To break the ice was your voice.

“To be honest, I have never forseen myself giving you a défilé. — you stated, eyes downcast — Somehow, it’s even worse than… Uhm, nevermind, forget it”.

“It’s even worse than sex. Is that what you wanted to say?”.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat, the sensation familiar to you after all the times he had read you like an open book. It was frustrating dealing with the only person in the entire universe you could not block out of your head. Nodding your head, you shrugged in defeat and turned on your heels to leave the room. Sosuke, on the other hand, was not done talking. Not yet.

“You look even better than I had imagined, you know?”.

“Oh, please, I don’t need a pep talk” you argued.

“Indeed. — Sosuke agreed, raising from his seat to amble towards you — I believe you just need to be reminded you are a woman. You need someone who boosts your ego for the power you possess over men” he reasoned, hitting a nerve you had been trying to ignore for too long. How long had it been since someone had really made you feel special, appreciate you in all your glory? Searching for the name of an individual who had empowered you to that length, well, you found no one.

And, sadly, before that little adventure with Sosuke, your last intercourse was with Shuhei. Something happened in the heat of the moment, not really unexpected, but there were not the strong feelings of the attentions you craved. He liked you, it was plain and simply. But what had he done to show you how much he cared, if after an argument he had disappeared without saying goodbye? Adding salt to the wound was not helping. Especially since all of that thinking was leading you to reminisce about Sosuke.

God, he really knew how to fuck you and blow your mind.

“I see you still have fun in playing the role of the psychologist” you sarcastically remarked, indulging him into whatever he was keening to achieve. Frissons skimmed over your naked shoudlers for the inklings you were getting. Once again, you were diving into dangerous situations.

“Tell me, when is the last time a man made you feel like you were on top of the world? Has someone ever worshipped your body?” he inquired, ignoring your sass and letting his eyes travel shamelessly down your body.

Gluttonous like a vulture, attentive like a golden eagle, Sosuke had cornered you without giving you enough time to realize it. You were always screwed, when it came down to him.

“You must be out of your mind, if you merely think I’m going to discuss my sex life with you. — you dissuaded him from illuding himself he could ask you more about your relationship, your feelings and private matters — Now, unless you’re a masochist who wishes to be kicked out of my bedroom, I’d like to get some sleep. Alone” you punctuated, indicating the door at your back with a tight smile on your lips.

You wished you had been more convincing, you wished he was not that close to you and that you had not given much importance to what you had felt with him that night and morning. You wished you had take another step back, that the moment he had trapped you between his body and the wall you had protested.

When you thought you could resist him, showing him you were not affected by his presence and avanaces, he knelt in front of you. His hands glided over your legs, cupping your calves, whilst he captured your gaze with his deep, almond eyes “Your words and gestures tells you don’t even know what I’m talking about and it’s a shame. — he said, fingers now tickling the back of your thighs while he let his nose graze against your lower belly tentatively — I won’t beat about the bush, I want to show you what it feels like to be lavished. Push me away now, Y/N, or I’ll begin” he lowly warned you, but your fingers threading through his soft strands did not yank his head back to yell at his face.

You gaped, uncapable to refuse him, to bring yourself to think straight. That passion you had felt with him, that level of pleasure had been obnubilating your mind for too long. You wanted it, you wanted him again. Wrong at the eyes of so many people, you instead began to see it as a mere stress relief. Even if you knew it was so much more. Why not giving in, then? Why not perseverating? Nobody had to know.

“Sosuke, if this shit leaves your mouth and becomes a dinner conversation, I’ll make you choke on your dick” you threatened him, legs finally spreading to give him more access to your clothed pussy.

He grinned, fingers hooking underneath the elastic band of your panties, tugging the item down until you kicked it off in a hurry “And giving up on the chance to fuck you to oblivion after arguments, or in stormy, depressing nights? You know me better than that” he crooned, hand lifting your right thigh to settle it on top of his shoulder, the access to your tight hole clenching around nothing much easier now.

You never had a man kneeling before you to give you oral. To think the closest thing to a God was currently lapping at your core in such a degrading position was electrifying. Yet, you were far from deeming yourself in a superior position. He still had the upper hand.

He hummed, head slipping underneath the skirt of your nightgown, as his tongue ran flatly over your velvet folds, fingertips digging onto the plush of your thighs. His warm tongue seeked your clitoris and twirled around it, testing your reaction. You felt ashamed of how loudly you moaned, of how you were grateful he was keeping you balanced above him, otherwise you would have surely tumbled down onto the floor. Mostly, though, you felt embarrassed by the spasmodic buckling of your hips, by the way your hands were pushing his head closer to your need in search for more friction. He had turned you into a madwoman.

He groaned and you straightened your back, flattenening it against the wall “I’m sorry!” you quipped, chest raising and falling erratic, stupidly thinking you had somehow hurt him.

You could not see his face, hidden by the gown, but you heard him rasp out an answer against your pubes “If you apologize again, I’ll stop”.

And no, you did not want him to stop, not when his fingers spread your puffy lips and he tickled the sensitive area around your opening with the tip of his tongue. You were going insane, body on fire under his ministrations, under the smoldering orgasm building up in your lower belly. You tried and failed to remember one time another man had pleasured you this much.

“Sosuke!” you cried out, mouth falling ajar as you lolled your head back against the wall.

He did not stop his onslaught on you. His voracious mouth licked, sucked, penetrated into you like that of a starving man. Your thighs were quivering, shaking violently, while you held him close to you and, dear God, if he was leading you to crave more than just that.

Only when you were on the edge of reaching your climax, he stopped. His breath was ragged, his face glistening in your arousal, while he stood back up and encircled you waist with his arms. You were panting, sweaty, whimpering in need as you kissed him passionately, not even thinking twice. Tongues danced together, while he held you close and you tasted yourself in his mouth.

He grinned against your lips “Do you feel that? That’s your taste. Men should bathe into it and feel like they’re reborn” he whispered, while you both stumbled towards your bed, falling onto it tangled in one.

And it was in that moment that something into you cracked. Aizen Sosuke could give you the world and that very night you were in for it.

AUTHOR NOTE.

My dear readers, I had said I didn’t want to split the chapter but I had to. Editing is as stressful as writing, trust me, and I could not do more than that. I will include the rest of the smut part in the next chapter! Please, let me know what you think about this!

Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Luce

TAGS: @pseudowho @seireiteihellbutterfly @onyxino @areyouflying @bakugosgirl01 @noirfan12 @velaenaa @skexxll

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Just to keep you all updated!

I’m currently writing another threesome 😜 Unohana x reader x Kyoraku Posted!

I also have planned;

.A request I had for pegging Jushiro (will try to bump this to the top of the pile!) Posted!

Request : Yumichika, female reader in the 11th. Strong and a good fighter, struggles to see her beauty, Yumichika shows her Posted!

.Hisagi-motorbike smut Posted!

Gin-heartbreak

.Jealous Urahara

request sub Byakuya with Dom Mreader posted!

.dominant Jushiro, going to mix this with two requests I’ve had for him from Anonymous readers (sex in his office and getting caught and the squad is talking about it)

Request slow burn Mayuri with lab assist

Request Shunsui. Known reader for long time, she doesn’t believe his advances are real since he’s such a whore (😂 this man honestly) so he tries to prove himself, which causes havoc

.protective Isshin

.sensation play (undecided who the lucky man will be!)

request. Love at first sight fluff- Aizen, szayal, adult uyru, Mayuri

.continuation of my Grimmjow smut (maybe ten chapters long)

So please keep an eye out 🥰

And feel free to message with anything you want to see!

I’m still new at this, and figuring out who I can and can’t write for. (Kensei is still on my shit list, uncooperative bastard) so please bare with me if they’re not perfect 💜

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While I know Kinktober is typically a month long thing, I know I won’t be able to do a fic a day for 31 days. But I still want to do it, ya know?

That being said! I’m going to write two fullish length fics from the top two voted picks.

Reblogs and stuff are appreciated for a wider range of participants :)

If you want to be tagged in the two that I write just drop a comment on this post!

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Naughty List Event

Hello Loves! I'm proud to announce I'm the head elf for the naughty list department this year!🎉 I have looked over many cases for the past few weeks to see if they were truly meant to be on the naughty list. Some didn't surprise me to be on the list and others I didn't know had it in them to be naughty. The list will be down below of the characters who have made it on the naughty list this year.

Naughty List

Rough Sex- Shinji x Gn Reader (@depressedmemescream)

Oral Sex- Shunsui x Fem Reader (anon)

Make-up Sex- Bazz B x fem reader(@chloeleau)

Hair Pulling -King x Fem Reader (anon)

Threesome- Noitra x Afab reader x Grimmjow (anon)

Masturbation- Mihawk x fem reader ( @m00n-rae )

Creampie -Haruta x Gn Reader (@pswaney12)

Humping- Kidd x Fem Reader (@magui-kawaii)

Biting -Law x Fem Reader (@only1nycsweetie)

Safe Word- Hongo x Fem Reader (anon)

Dirty Talking -Doflamingo x Gn Reader (@doffyprincess)

Praising Kink- Ace x fem reader (@drawingaddict1 )

Toys - Sanji x Fem Reader (@fairy-love)

Fingering -Marco x Fem Reader (anon)

Food Play- Jushiro x Fem reader (anon)

Dom/ Sub- Cavendish x GN Reader (anon)

Vanilla Sex- Thatch x fem reader ( @sm0ke-sc33n8212 )

Impregnation- Ichigo x Fem Reader (@monstaxs-bitchh )

Staying Quiet- Zoro x GN reader (anon)

Pinning Down- Kenpachi x Male(afab) Reader (@deerspringdreams)

Touch Deprivation- Gin x Fem reader (anon)

Getting Caught- Kiku x Gn afab ( @secretsnailor )

First Time- Ryuken x Fem Reader (@zella07)

Size Kink- Aizen x Fem Reader @stygianoir

Hickies-Byakuya x Fem Reader- @sashi-ya

Rules

1. Please be polite, any request with no proper greeting, like hello, please, or thank you will be deleted.

2. Once the character is on the list there will not be any more times they can be requested. This is a first come first serve based event. A character cannot be on the naughty list twice! (unless it is for the threesome). This event will be open to One Piece and Bleach Characters.

3. Requesting the prompt threesome if the character is on the list this will be the only exception to have the character on there twice

4. If you would like a gender please place them on the request. I can write for Female, Male, or GN. (For any kind of foreplay like oral sex, or masturbation please use Afab or Amab if you are requesting gn)

5. The request will be posted and marked green once completed they will turn red

6. Reblogs are appreciated!

Ex: Hello Happy Holidays! If I could request for Shunsui w/ fem! reader with the prompt Toys please! Thank you so much!

Ex2: Hi hi Merry Christmas!!! Can I please request Whitey Bay w/ gn reader for the prompt Biting? Thank you!

Tagging: @stygianoir @xxelfmamaxx @commandercampfirekat @pswaney12 @sluttyseaslug @deerspringdreams @sashi-ya

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Do you have any headcanons for how Nnoitra would act in a romantic relationship? I think he’d have a lot of trouble being honest about his feelings (he’d be so fucked up simply by crushing on someone, let alone dating) and he’d deny loving someone till his last breath lmao

Or nsfw thoughts if you’re up for it, since I can’t not think about fucking him 24/7, also my delusions are telling me he’s a sub who’ll never admit to it, but loves it

I don't have a favorite ship so let it be just some hypothetical "you"... I think I was a bit scarce here because imo the way he behaves depends on the situation (for example if his S/O is an arrancar, a human or a shinigami, if it's before his loss to Zaraki or after, etc.) so the h/c's can be a bit flavorless but I tried my best. And... I mean you guys can always ask me for more wink wink lmao. Might as well also make an account for xReader things like I wanted sheesh. Totally agree with what you said btw!! SFW:

Yeah he'd deny having any feelings even to himself but he'd be so terribly obnoxious with it that it's literally impossible not to notice. He's too clingy, too possessive, too annoying, too prone to jealousy and likes to get in your face both literally and figuratively. There's no such thing as personal space for this man I fear. Grabbing you by the wrists? Yes. Tugging at your ears? Yeah. Leaning closer to grab you by the face or annoyingly lick it if you're not paying attention? Sure

He's in a constant battle with himself and gives mixed messages all the time. At some point Nnoitra can hint at something or make a borderline romantic/sexual comment but once you confront him or make your own move he'd just hit you with his usual "What the hell are you saying?!" bs. The gaslighting is so real

Calling someone he doesn't hate by their name is very intimate to him. So usually it's just "hey you", "idiot", "woman", "human", "shinigami", "quincy", etc.

Nnoitra suffers from cute aggression. There's nothing he'd actually consider cute in this situation of course but if something you did made him feel a little too much or he just happened to be next to you for too long his first immediate response is to want to squash you, break one of your limbs or bite a chunk out of you. Both because he can't deal with his own emotions and because "how fucking dare you"

Both him and Jaegerjaquez are very sensitive to smell and to Nnoitra your scent is very calming. I don't think he's desperate enough to constantly follow you and sniff you lmao but he's definitely stealing something that belongs to you for later. If you're fortunate/unfortunate enough to have the fifth Espada as your roommate and you're away for too long he will rummage through your closet to make a nest out of your clothing or occupy your pillow

The way he sleeps in front of you and whether he does or not in general is very telling. Imo he's a very light and restless sleeper. Constantly on his toes even in his slumber. Eons in Hueco Mundo can do things to you. So if he doesn't take fetal position to hide his stomach with you, won't literally jump up at the slightest of sounds and naps in your presence sometimes - congrats

I think he'd confess only if the situation is so dire he'd rather die than not do this. Like for example if you're having a huge fight and you're so close to leaving he's almost shaking and ripping his hair out out of stress which doesn't happen a lot. Or if there's someone showing interest in you and they're very much successful at making you happy. Then it's a question of defending what he thinks is his even though he won't admit it. Would he actually try to kill the other person? I mean it depends really but if it's Grimmjow or Szayel then fucking sure. Any day. Anyone else is not that big of a competition. Even Ulquiorra. "I mean have you seen him? What a fucking nuisance. He makes me sick. As if he has a chance with anyone at all"

Speaking of which - would brag in front of you all the time

Once you're together he'll never leave and will always make sure others know you're taken. Well not at first of course but still

NSFW (heavily afab leaning because I need this man too oh my god):

Tbh I too can't imagine him as an aggressive alpha-dom-top (tm) if he actually has any feelings for the person. So a service top or a damn bottom it is

The worst size kink ever. He may constantly talk shit about people who are weaker, smaller or frailer than him but once feelings are involved he's aroused by the thought all of a sudden. I think his fingers are not the only thing that is unusually long so not fitting all the way in is not a problem for him - it's even better in fact

As fascinating as the thought of penetration may be to him I think foreplay is his favorite part. Mostly because making you squirm is fun but also because only here he can actually assert domination. After that he's just too soft

I don't care what anyone says this man is a MUNCH

So so painfully slow sometimes. If he's on top would just stop to tease and watch your reaction. Other than that making the process as long as possible is one of his goals. It's not like he has no stamina - he has a lot of it actually but during sex he can be as intimate and as close to you as he wants to be because under normal circumstances he can't afford to put it into words without having to grab himself by the throat

Talks a lot. It's not exactly dirty talk (I don't like it I'm very sorry babes) but he loves saying nasty things and comments on everything that is going on. Otherwise he's nervous

I'm convinced all of the arrancars must be infertile since they don't reproduce this way so. He likes finishing inside. He won't have it any other way. It's special to him because how are you even letting him do something like this but he also shows affection this way

The more vocal his partner is the better. Everyone must know

I mentioned that he loves your scent before so yeahhh. I hope you don't mind stains on your clothes ANYWAY THANKS