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exhaslo · 8 months

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Kinktober Day 17- Grimmjow x Enemy!Reader (Mirror Sex)

*Requested by reader ;)*

Another day, another threat to the Soul Society. It was getting tiring by how often bad things were happening to your place of work, well home. First you had to deal with intruders, then to find out that three of your Squad Captains, Aizen, Gin and Tosen, were actually the bad guys. Which was worse for you because Gin was your squad captain. Then after that, you had to deal with some Arrancar mess that you barely knew anything about! It was just so frustrating!

You let out a small huff of cusses as you patrolled Karakura Town. You've heard rumors of Arrancar activity, but no one has yet to see anything yet. You've never actually seen an Arrancar, you just knew that they were your enemies. Another sigh escaped your lips as you hurried to a nearby Hollow. The least they could have done was give you a partner to chat with. Instead, they told you to keep alert and to not involve Ichigo and his friends.

"I'm so bored!" You groaned loudly.

Gasping, you heard a gate open from behind. Quickly grabbing your zanpakuto, you waited for another Hollow to appear. To your surprise, it wasn't. Your eyes widen as you observed the person before you. He was tall, had cyan colored hair, a broken mask on his face, white clothes and a hole in his-wait hole?

"Uhhhhh, you wouldn't happen to be...an Arrancar?" You asked, hesitating your next move. The man looked at your,

"What's a chick like yerself doin' with that sword?" He asked, his tone harsh. You started to shake before him,

"What does it look like?!" You huffed, trying to stay calm. The man stuffed his hands in his pockets, observing you,

"Didn't know there were chicken Soul Reapers."

"Am not!" You swung your blade towards him, only for him to catch it, "I am a proud member of Squad 3! I will stop you in your tracks, Arrancar! Remember my name, (Y/N), because it will be me who-"

"I'm bored of this," The man huffed, throwing you over his shoulder with ease and taking your blade.

"Hey!"

"(Y/N) of Squad 3? Hm, wasn't that Gin's shitty group?" He muttered before opening up another gate, "Whatever, got me a prize."

You protested against him, trying to break free. It was embarrassing how easily overpowered you were. This Arrancar had to be extremely strong in order to stop you with ease. He also mentioned Gin. This stranger was taking you to where your old Squad Captain was. Just the thought of seeing him made you confused. What was going to happen to you? You were an enemy to these guys. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you thought of the worst case scenario.

"Fuck, I hate whiners."

"S-Shut up! I'm allowed to cry if I'm scared!"

"Tch, ain't no reason to be...yet."

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You were confused and surprised by how things turned out. Gin recognized you and ended up taking pity, allowing you to stay as a prisoner. Apparently you were such a small inconvenience that Aizen found no need to worry about you. Honestly, you should be mad, You should be disappointed, but you were just happy to still be alive. You were hurt knowing that nothing you did would change anything to Aizen's big plan, but at least you got to live. Even if it were as a prisoner.

"C'mon, move yer ass." Grimmjow grumbled.

You shot a glare towards the sexy stranger who kidnapped you. None of this would have happened if he would have just left you alone. Now, you were stuck as his prisoner. For all you knew, Aizen left you with him for the solo purpose of Grimmjow killing you himself. Grimmjow easily stopped you from even attacking him. It was probably easy for him to snap your neck. Perhaps you could use something else to get the upper hand.

"Don't even think bout it. I'm too tired to clean up any mess."

"There is no way you can read minds." You huffed. Grimmjow just rolled his eyes as he opened a door for you,

"I ain't stupid. I can hear them escape thoughts under yer breathe. Yer mine now, so just do as I say and don't piss me off."

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You loved to piss Grimmjow off. It was amusing how angry he would get. The fire in his eye as he clenched his fist or that sexy scowl he would do, just made it more fun. You had been stuck with Grimmjow about two weeks now. Honestly, being his prisoner was not the worst thing in the world. His training was the only thing that was brutal. He was treating you like one of his men. Something about needing to learn to fend for yourself, blah blah. What need was there if you were a prisoner?

Today was just another day of training. Grimmjow has summoned you and his fraccion our to the training grounds. Of course, you had to wait for him to pick you up. One of the many fun perks about being a prisoner was that you had to be escorted everywhere. All you had to hear was his grunt to know that Grimmjow was at your door.

"I'll be out in a minute," You told him. Another grunt, "The door is open if you hate waiting so much."

"Yer a pain in the ass, ya know that?" Grimmjow spat, entering your room.

"Boohoo, I'm your enemy, I'm supposed to be annoying." You looked at your hair once more in your large mirror, "Don't like it, then teach me a lesson I won't hate."

Words you would soon regret. Grimmjow was watching you from the doorway. He noticed your large mirror once more. Stepping inside, he closed the door and locked it. You wanted to to learn something new? Something you won't hate? Grimmjow had just an idea. Something perfect for his so called enemy.

"Ya know, if I were really yer enemy, then ya shouldn't have let me in so easily." Grimmjow approached you from behind. You noticed him through your mirror,

"Complications." You went to turn, but Grimmjow wrapped his arms around your body, "What are-"

"Teachin' ya a lesson ya won't hate."

Your eyes widen as you watched his hands go under your shirt to your breasts. He had a wide smirk on his face as he made eye contact with you through the mirror. You whimpered lowly as he groped your breasts, giving them rough and tight squeezes. You tried to squirm out of his grip, but it was to no avail. Grimmjow was far stronger than you.

"Bet ya regret not trainin', huh?"

"L-Lemme go,"

Grimmjow nibbled against your ear, choosing to ignore your pleas. He tore your shirt off, enjoying the expressions you were making. He ripped your bra and started to pinch your nipples, earning quiet moans from you. You tried to hold back your voice, but Grimmjow was making your body burn. You won't lie, you had imagined this scenario once or twice. Grimmjow was sexy, but he was also an asshole, so you assumed this would never happen.

You let out another moan as Grimmjow brought his hand under your panties, rubbing your clit. He started to bite and suck against your neck, not breaking eye contact with you through the mirror. Your body arched against his, moaning lowly as he roughly rubbed your sensitive bud. Your body was getting hotter, more desperate for his touch. No! You had to remember that Grimmjow was your enemy. You should not be doing this with him.

"So fuckin' wet for me, huh? Ya like it when yer enemy touches ya like this? When I touch ya?" Grimmjow whispered in your ear. You could see the wide smirk on his face.

"N-No!" You protested, but cried out as he entered a finger inside your wet pussy, "Hah...D-Don't...mhm..."

"Huah? Can't hear ya," Grimmjow ripped your pants and panties, "Look at yerself, so wet just from me touchin' ya."

You whimpered as you looked at your self in the mirror. Your naked body pressed against Grimmjow as his hands moved against your pussy. You shuddered as he entered another finger, pumping them inside you. Watching him fuck your pussy with his hand was turning you on more. You could see how wet he was making you.

"Yer face says it wants more," Grimmjow held your cheeks, "Look at yer slutty face, tell me ya want yer enemy's dick shoved inside ya."

"Mhm...N-No," You whined, still being stubborn. Grimmjow pumped his fingers faster into you, "W-Wait-"

"The feelin' of being fucked by yer enemy turns ya on, huh? I think it turns me on too,"

You whined as Grimmjow removed his fingers. He placed them in your mouth while he took out his dick. You gulped as he pressed you against the mirror, positioning himself. You were being stubborn, but you did want his dick. Just once you wanted to listen to your intrusive thoughts. Whimpering as Grimmjow started to shove his cock inside your pussy, you returned to the mirror. The face you were making was so lewd, so dirty. It wasn't like you.

Grimmjow slapped your ass as he shoved himself all the way in. You arched your back, moaning loudly at the sudden thrust. Holding your hips in place, Grimmjow started to pound your pussy with force. He chuckled darkly as he watched you through the mirror. Your face getting more fucked out with each thrust he gave you.

"Awe, look at yer slutty face. Does yer enemy's dick feel that good inside ya? Cuz yer pussy feels so goddamn tight."

"Mhm, n-" You moaned as he gave you a rough thrust, "Y-Yes! Ah~ W-Wai-"

"Can't hear ya, tell me what cha want." Grimmjow slapped himself against you, his balls hitting your clit each time. You whimpered, reaching your first orgasm,

"I...I want you, Grimmjow. P-please don't....mhm stop."

"Nah, tell me it right, or I'll stop." He threaten, slowing his pace. You shuddered, your pussy trying to suck him in,

"I-I want my enemy to fuck me! W-Wreck my pussy to your shape!" You cried out.

Grimmjow just laughed madly as he continued his rough thrusts. He pulled your hair, forcing you to watch yourself. You eyes nearly rolled back as you felt yourself about to cum again. Grimmjow's dick kept hitting you in all the right places. You shouldn't be doing this. He was your enemy, but it felt so good. Crying out his name, you cam hard against his dick. Grimmjow enjoyed the lewd expressions you were making and kept drilling his cock into you.

"We can make this yer new trainin' routine, since ya don't like my other one." Grimmjow picked you up, fucking you directly in front of the mirror with everything showing, "Wouldn't ya like that?"

You trembled from the position he held you at. You were a moaning mess, unable to respond to him. Glancing back at the mirror, you grew flustered as you watched his cock drill into you. Watching him fuck you just made you cum again, moaning loudly. Grimmjow just chuckled, taking that as a yes before filling you again. He stopped, staring at the two of you in the mirror. Cum was leaking out of your pussy as his cock stayed deep inside you.

"Hm, just once more. Don't think my enemy learned her lesson yet." He said with a sadistic smirk.

"N-No....Don't think....I did."

#kinktober #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow smut #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow x you #bleach grimmjow #bleach smut

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my0vershareworld · 1 year

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𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤

Pairing: Espadas (Excluding Barragan and Yammy) x GN!Human reader

Genre: Fluff, Crack, Headcanons.

CW: None

Requested by anon: Hiii can you do a small scenario or Headcanons which ever is fine!,For the espadas excluding Yammy and Barragan being rizzed up by there S/O please 😋

Coyote Starrk

"are you a vape, because I'll never use you"

was the random ass sentence that came outta yer mouth. he's too tired to even react

the only thing he react was just

"thanks..? but you don't have to call me a vape.."

and he would sigh while Lilynette is laughing her ass off in the back

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Tier Harribel

"you're a 3 because you need 2 know I'm the 1 made 4 you"

you text this on her phone. SHE IS CONFUSED.

"why did you randomly say that? I don't understand what are you trying to say"

she does not understand shit

she'll have to ended up asking her fracciones which, they did not help her at all

all of her fracciones gonna started thinking so hard of what do you mean by that

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Ulquiorra Cifer

"math is so confusing, it's always talking about x and y and never u and I"

is the damn question you ask, while he's teaching you math

"I don't know what you're saying but the reason x and y is used in mathematics is because is there to represent unknowns is due to René Descartes, in his La géometrie. Without comment, he introduces the use of the first letters of the alphabet to signify known quantities and the use of the last letters to signify unknown quantities"

yes he did explain why is x and y are used. sorry not sorry

"Ulqui you don't have t-"

"stop your rambling, I don't know what you intention was with the 'u' and 'i' but you need to do better, now look you got one answer wrong"

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Nnoitra Gilga

"are you fortnite because I would never play you"

he would look at you so confused

"fuck yer mean by that?"

he does not understand a thing

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

"what's your favorite planet, cause mines Uranus"

you fucker question that while stargazing with him

"I don't know much about planets, fuck you were expecting from me?"

he does not understand really

he'll just look at you confused before he looked back at the sky

he's confused but he could give less a shit

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Zommari Rureaux

"are you makeup? because I'd spend hours doing you"

"I'm not your makeup [Name]"

that was his reaction

that's it

he won't even question what does 'doing you' mean in your human language

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Szayelaporro Granz

"are you John? because I never cena boy as fine as you"

he'll chuckles and rizz you back

"got 206 bones in me but when I see you I get 207"

he's a fucking creep forgive him please

pervert

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Aaroniero Arruruerie

"are you a test, because all I do is stare at you"

you said that randomly while you're staring at him without his mask on

he'll actually be flustered. he thought no one would like looking at him

"t-thanks?" -high pitched voice

"SHUT UP LIAR!-" -deep voice

but even if they answers are different they're pretty flustered so have fun >:3

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#ɢɪꜰᴛ ʙᴀʟʟ ᴅᴇʟᴜxᴇ #espada #espada bleach #bleach espada #espada x reader #espada x y/n #espada x you #bleach #bleach fanfic #bleach fanfiction #bleach fluff #bleach headcanons #bleach x reader #bleach x you #bleach x y/n

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katvonbirb · 7 months

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20 questions writer meme

Trying to get back into putting words onto a page, so why not do a bit of retrospective? Can't hurt, at least, lmao.

For anyone that isn't aware or would like to browse tags and summaries before clicking the direct links below, I am Pandelion on Ao3. My answers below are based on my Ao3 fics, for the most part. 1. How many works do you have on AO3? 35

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 207,935 (arguably, only 150k are mine due to cowritten fic)

3. What fandoms do you write for? Bleach and Yin Yang Master most recently, but I've previously written for SPN, MCU, Teen Wolf, LoTR and a number of other fandoms over the last almost twenty years.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Begins A New Beginning (Teen Wolf, 3.2k words, alternate canon)

2. The Captain And The Dragon (Avengers, 600 words, fantasy AU ficlet)

3. kiss with a fist (better than none) (Bleach, 5.5k words, canon divergent post-Aizen)

4. Here There Be Dragons (Vikings, 6.4k words, alt. canon, dragon!Athelstan)

5. Making It Work (Avengers, 5.2k words, daemon AU where Phil Coulson is Fury's daemon)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to and I absolutely read every single comment I get, but answering them doesn't always happen for one reason or another.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I enjoy a good spot of angst, but I rarely end on it. That said, i will not replace (what i lost in you) and it's sequel hands shaking with regret (i've held this dream) for the Yin Yang Master fandom is probably the winner.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Hmm, probably 'neath the love-light gleam, which was written for a Bleach Secret Santa gift exchange and is almost entirely fluff.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Haven't yet!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? The kind that doesn't get posted in public fics lmao. Honestly, I think only 2 or 3 of the fics I've posted to Ao3 even have sexual content beyond like, kissing and holding hands. The one fic that is actually marked as Explicit is probably surprisingly non-vanilla-ish for being the only one I've posted? But yeah, most of my explicit writing happens outside of Ao3.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I was going to say yes, but then realized that I haven't written an actual crossover since my LJ days. I usually write AUs based on other existing media, such as daemon AUs (His Dark Materials) or something like my rewriting of The Mummy (1999) with Bleach characters. That said, I once wrote a SPN/Gundam Wing crossover, that's probably the craziest one I've written.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I have! One of my fics was translated into Polish last year. I don't read Polish, so I haven't been able to read it, but I'm super thrilled that someone liked it enough to do so!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have one fic listed as co-written on Ao3, so technically yes, but I'm really on there more as part of the back-end development side, as my cowriter has done the vast majority of the actual writing. I love to rp, but actually co-writing is more difficult, in a way.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? Oh man, um. I'm going to say Grimmjow/Ichigo from Bleach, since their dynamic keeps pulling me back in, but honestly there are so many pairings that I gravitate back to again and again.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? There are so many WIPs in my gdocs that will never see the light of day, honestly. So many snippets of ideas and concepts that won't get fleshed out. I have two WIPs currently posted and I'm praying to get the inspiration/ability to finish them, so hopefully they won't join the list of never to be finished fics.

16. What are your writing strengths? World-building, for sure. I love settings, I love developing and establishing a world in a fic. And not in the, like, writing down all the details of the world sort of way, but in the broad strokes of character actions and interactions. I've also been told that my general style of writing is pretty great, but that might have been from a biased source lmao.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Pacing, most likely. Plot of any real sort. If you look at my Ao3, the vast majority of my fics are 5k or under, usually under 3k or so. I have such a hard time with long form fic, I have no idea how to properly pace things, I don't use outlines much at all, and constructing a plot is hard lmao. I much prefer to give little oneshots of a concept or something, leave the bigger plot implied and waiting in the wings.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? So hard! Doing a direct translation works for some things, but other stuff can be way too tangled up in the messiness of real language. I'd definitely prefer to have a native speaker that I can consult about it if I were to do anything with more than a phrase or two.

19. First fandom you wrote for? So, way back before I knew about ff.net or LiveJournal, way before Ao3 was a thing, I wrote what was effectively Dragonrider of Pern fic. After that, probably Rurouni Kenshin or Yu Yu Hakusho.

20. Favorite fic you've written? and the stars led me back to you (Bleach, 4.4k words, Grimmjow/Ichigo, space!au). I love all my fics, of course, but this one was just so good, very much a case of me writing something with myself as the intended audience. I reread it fairly often. kiss with a fist (better than none) is probably a fairly close runner-up, though, I am still so pleased with some of the dialogue and dynamics in that.

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mystickingstuff · 9 months

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I'm becoming addicted to Bleach AGAIN so I'll rant.

I like how we have all these hollow and hollow-adjacent beings in Bleach, but I especially like the Fullbringers. They kinda have the X-Men mutant vibes, the whole minority with powers that they didn't really ask for are being hunted and hated because of it and also trying to find their place at an unsafe universe...

(Ichigo as a fullbringer though is more like when Marvel made the Beyonder a mutant-inhuman hybrid, lol).

* but he's pretty and I love him so whatever. Fullbringer outfit should've been given more love.

I think one of Kubo's biggest flaws was not giving more time, or just attention, to the fact that Hollows evolve. They adquire conscience. Yes, they're monsters and yes, they're dangerous. And yes, technically their existences can be rebuilt at some point if a shinigami kills them, but they can become their own people. Live in their own world. Okay, Hueco Mundo sucks and hollowfication sounds painful and traumatic.

But.

Is there a point at being a shinigami if the monsters you kill could potentially become more than just soul-eating beasts? Become almost like you? I mean, yes, most of the "human-like" Arrancars were made by Aizen and ended up dead - (sadly, because I think some of them could've been used amazingly at the TYBW... But we know the last arc is terrible so whatever) - but... Is there a "right to exterminate" them for anything more than the protection of balance?

You see, that's what I like about Bleach. The Soul Society is a failing system that won't end up safe and good just because like Konoha in Naruto, for example. It is corrupted, flawed and it maintains itself by it's "duty" to the balance of souls (which they don't actually take care of) so that the world doesn't end or whatever. So... It's hard to root for them. That's why I can sympathize and like the Hollows and the Fullbringers and even the Quincy (by really trying to not see the weird german purist vibe).

All in all, sometimes I think Bleach shouldn't be a shonen, but if it wasn't it wouldn't be what it is. It's not perfect, but it's what we have.

*A headcanon of mine is that the fullbringers should go to the hueco mundo when they die so they may become stronger as souls, since in soul society they'll probably be hated and serve as experiments or something. Plus, their hollow based powers would probably be boosted by the realm's atmosphere.

*okay a lot of this is just me having a weird imagination and thinking of Grimmjow drinking something like Ginjo did by manipulating the soul of an object. I actually think they could be brawl buddies, it would be funny. Although I imagine the Espada and the Fullbringer would fight for dominance and the right to be king, which could also be interesting.

I'm realizing I have a type in men. Damn.

#fullbringer #bleach #visored #vizard #hollow #arrancar #espada

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basilsimp43 · 2 months

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So not Incorrect quotes this time :)

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Did anyone ever had a dream that tend to continue with each night creating a much bigger story?

Well I certainly have one for literal YEARS now...it's basically a bleach fanfic in my head that probably started when I first saw Ulquiorra die in the manga/anime.

I started dreaming about a world where hollows (well more like the arrancars who can think freely...) Were not in peace still but weren't actively tried to kill one another.

☝Cringe alert☝

Way back when I first saw bleach (I was literally 11 years old...omg that was 10 years ago 👀)

Anyway I had a sort of like arrancar oc I suppose I didn't do anything with it,it was just a thing in my head at the time but the character was trying to do the impossible trying to make soul Reapers and Arrancars live beside one another all basically happening in my dreams that I almost clearly remembered and still do mostly.

It was a thing that started to accure more often and started to make a whole little side show for me where some espada's like grimmjow,Harribel and Starrk survived their fights and obviously retreat to Hueco Mundo. But out of them Starrk is the one who suprisingly brought up the idea of them actually trying to get along with soul reapers mainly because of Shunsui and the look of regret? On him (Yeah it seems my little self shipped them without even knowing what is shipping XD)

It's honestly all over the place like the episodes got mixed up on the way and I just fucking skipped the beginning or something 🙄

And because life sucks the story ended here so far with the three and some other blurry arrancars discussing this topic :') I hope it continues bc I desperately need Starrk back even if it's just a dumb dream of mine...

So yeah have my fucking cringe bleach dream lore drop 😌✨

#bleach #shunsui kyoraku #coyote starrk #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #tier harribel #weird dreams #continuous dreams #basically just shitpost #i had to write it down

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merbear25 · 3 months

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Matchup info

I go by Mer or Meredith 💀

My pronouns are she/her and I prefer men.

Personality: Leo, INFJ, 1w9, HP house Ravenclaw. Making an effort to understand myself and others is important to me, so that leads to long periods of pondering my actions, as well as others’. I love having me time, though I enjoy being with those close to me from time to time. I'm very supportive, encouraging, reserved, clumsy, easily flustered, athletic, conscientious, witty and sarcastic. Though I unintentionally come across as intimidating, I'm rather gentle and caring. I'm pretty stoic and some misinterpret it as being emotionless (I honestly just want the best for everyone). I rarely lose my cool. I’m adventurous and have completed a dream of mine–living/working in a country that doesn’t speak my native language. If I've earned someone's trust I will be loyal to them through and through. I can be annoylingly strong-willed and resilient. I actively search for things to be thankful for to remind myself that there's a lot of beauty in the world, and I'm glad to experience it. I adore challenging myself both intellectually and physically. I am happiest when seeking out information, reason, and understanding. I’m really kinda superstitious…

I work as a foreign language teacher, so my job requires me to have patience, be understanding, able to think on my feet, and creative. I'm incredibly determind and dedicated, which helps push me through difficult days. I strongly encourage those I teach to speak their minds and have open discussions.

My love languages are definitely acts of service and words of affirmation. I don't dislike physical affection when it's from my s/o, but I don't tend to seek it out. If I ever actually want to cuddle, I like to set time aside to do it, so I can fully enjoy holding each other. Quality time is fine, especially when we're just doing our own thing but sitting near each other. I will always appreciate gifts but hate feeling like I owe others.

Likes and Dislikes: I love discussing topics that revolve around enigmas (specifically death). It's not as important to have others agree with me as it is to explore the unknown with them. I like practicing the languages I know, psychology, biology (especially dissections 💜 ), demonology, genealogy, reading, museums, Victorian history, history related to war and disease 💜, singing, and exploring my surroundings. Favorite bands atm: Blood cultures, Tardigrade Inferno, Stolen Babies, Otyken, and Tally Hall. Cats and rodents are top tier pets. A large portion of what I read/watch relates to the occult. I dislike storms, large bodies of water, and people who always turn disagreements into arguments.

I don't know if this may help but the anime men I've been the most obsessed with are: Caesar Clown (One Piece), Faust VIII (Shaman King), Choso (jjk), Grimmjow (Bleach), Charles Grey (Black Butler), England (Hetalia), and Vash (Trigun).

Hobbies: Writing horror stories, DnD, reading, singing (learning metal throat singing too), listening to music, playing the piano, dancing, watching horror movies, drawing, and yoga. As an avid horror fan, animated movies are for sure a guilty pleasure of mine. I collect living dead dolls and nutcrackers.

Appearance: long wavy auburn hair and my eyes are more of a honey brown. I always wear round glasses. I'm pale with freckles on my cheeks and nose. 5’9, lean, more of an hourglass shape and have a bit of muscle. I mostly wear black and white, but also lilac :) My aesthetic is a mix between grunge and dark academia. However, I love mixing bright colors and wacky patterns too!

#for matchup trades

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midnightactual · 1 year

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PSA: Any Problems You Have With Yoruichi Are YOUR Problems

Because I've been thinking about this and kind of building to this conclusion for a while, with things like PSA: Some Muses Won't Open Up To Yours and Yoruichi As An Embodiment Of War, and older pieces like What Yoruichi Wants and The Duality of Yoruichi I want to finally address an ask I got almost two years ago.

(I am not going to restate the premises of those various articles here because... I already did that; it's your responsibility to read them to gain a further understanding of Yoruichi than what I present here.)

While I accept the ending commentary of that ask, which states that it was meant as constructive criticism and not as an attack, I still want to fully explain something so that nobody interacting with this blog is under any illusions. I choose to do this because this seems to be a recurring problem, and this ask is simply illustrative of an issue that people cannot seem to understand as it is largely outside of their lived experience. So, the pertinent part:

I think you fail to talk enough about Yoruichi's flaws and weaknesses. Just everything she behaves as is this ultimate badass who's powerful and narratively always correct. (She has a motorcycle, 3 degrees, is always on the right side of history, was doing things in WW2 that no other woman was doing (tho maybe they were and i just don't know enough about enough history) she has the tech to go to space, she doesn't need Kisuke or Tessai because she's already smart enough and a talented enough inventor to do it all herself, she has an app for everything that might be minorly inconveniencing, shes a coding genius, etc.). It makes her feel a little flat and feels limiting for her growth and development as well as making her hard to write with bc nothing mine or others muses can do will contribute in a meaningful way. Her weaknesses according to you seem to be 1) she doesn't kill if she can avoid it (but she will if she needs to) 2) She's private 3) ????? that feels like it?????

There are some technical mistakes in this description like: while it's true that she has three degrees, two Bachelor's and one Master's, it's functionally two as one is a continuation of the other; she has quite limited programming skills and doesn't write consumer-grade software, just some functional hardware-level code; her most widely-used solution to inconveniences, the Aifōn, was invented by Kisuke and she would barely claim to understand how it works; and probably some more things I could nitpick. But that isn't really the thrust of this argument.

The argument being made here is that Yoruichi is too perfect and too good at what she does, which seems to this commentator to be everything (although it isn't by any means); essentially, that she's bordering on if not outright actually a Mary Sue.

I'm here to tell you that's exactly what she wants you to believe. Not just your muse(s). You. The mun. She's almost permanently engaged in an active and deliberate psychological warfare campaign against anyone observing her. She's like Medusa, except instead of turning you to stone, the goal of her behavior is to rotate you and to on some level intimidate you so that you don't question her, her work, or her activities. Her purpose in doing this is to be outside the control of you and your muse(s), or anyone else for that matter. She perceives that as freedom, not having no responsibilities or obligations.

There is only one (1) exception to this in her mainline continuity, and she married her. (Digi's Kūkaku.)

There were also only really two (2) times she opened up to muses she felt could maybe take it, and that was received poorly by both when they got to see what was really under the surface. (Plou's Grimmjow and Rach's Hōgyoku.)

Now, maybe your muse(s) never felt or noticed anything was off, in which case congratulations: they're normal people who think about things a normal amount. But maybe your muses did feel or notice something was off, in which case congratulations: they're sensitive or insightful.

So, do they feel inferior or inadequate around Yoruichi for some nebulous reason you can't quite put your finger on? Do you feel like there's always this thin layer of separation between them if you really focus hard on that distance, like fiber optic glass but it seems as hard as diamond? Does it always feel like Yoruichi is playing with your muse, or toying with or finessing them some? Does it feel like some kind of calculations are happening?

It's supposed to feel that way if they can perceive it.

That means I'm doing my job as a mun. Does this bother you as a mun for some reason? If so, that's bleed! And that means:

If you don't like that, that is a you problem.

My muse is in character (more on why later). I am not going to write her out of character for you to feel better or to satisfy your muse(s). That point is non-negotiable. Furthermore, I won't tolerate any suggestions made to me as a result that she's invulnerable and therefore perfect, when I've written scenes like this, and drabbles like this, this, and this.

You aren't entitled to seeing her vulnerable, nor are you entitled to believing that you not seeing her vulnerable means she never is. Your lack of attention or interest is also a you problem.

If you don't like that, there's the door. There are other great variants of Yoruichi around, be they standalone or multimuse. I encourage you to seek them out. (You should do that anyway, and I generally feature their promos in solidarity whenever I become aware of one.) We don't need your custom here, and we won't compromise to have it. I do not care about being your one-stop-shop for Yoruichi, nor do I care about being part of a collection. If you don't like what happens here, leave.

Having made my red lines nicely bright and clear, let's talk about the why of this.

I said earlier that this misunderstanding exists because "people cannot seem to understand as it is largely outside of their lived experience." What the fuck does that actually mean?

Yoruichi is a supersoldier, and odds are you don't personally know any supersoldiers. I'm sure you've seen them portrayed, but most of those were written by civilians who know little to nothing about the nearest actual equivalent, special forces operators. You see, a true supersoldier isn't a mindless killing machine. They have to be highly adaptable to any circumstance, and that actually means being exceptionally personable, socially aware and intelligent, and diplomatic. One generally has to be a people person.

If you don't believe me, consider that most of what Western special forces have been doing for the last 20+ years in places like Afghanistan, Iraq, and Syria is interacting with the locals to get them on-side and keep them that way, especially in "tribal" areas. That's why the most common recurring euphemism for special forces is "military advisors". They talk a lot more than they shoot. They cut deals. They smooth things out. They only do action movie stuff when that fails.

This long-form quote appeared very early on here and got no play, but is I think quite important to understanding who Yoruichi really is.

Yoruichi is kind of like a combination of Master Chief Petty Officer John-117, Todd "3465", Jason Bourne, Angus MacGyver, Bruce Wayne, James Bond, and Hal, in a body that would make Bebe Rexha or Shakira blush. I've never made any secret of this. I've been over it again, and again, and again. The difference is that all the apparent weaknesses of those examples are sanded down or filled in and hidden behind a mirror shine. Of course they are! She's the Princess of, and then the actual Clan Head of, one of the Five Great Noble Clans, the most powerful political entities in existence which literally control reality itself and collectively serve as its de facto Emperor. Oh, and she was the first woman to hold that title too. I've talked about that too, as well as how it relates to Kūkaku and why the latter is the exemption (short answer: she can relate fully).

What exactly would make you think that displaying any weakness of any kind at any time is acceptable, given that?

Does that mean no weaknesses exist? No! Not by any stretch of the imagination. She has plenty of trauma of all kinds. She has hang-ups and worries and foibles and doubts. I've been over that again and again too. It's the bulk of her history, no matter how dryly it's related. This is also literally canon:

Do you notice how almost all of this is her internal thoughts, and although she ends with dialogue, she's out all by herself on the lip of Sōkyoku Hill at dawn? She only slips and voices her doubts out loud to someone else once at like the ultimate moment of tension:

Even when her own little brother was bleeding out and poisoned, she kept her cool:

Let me be emphatically clear: your muse(s) are not going to get through Yoruichi's surface layers, her presentation, her mask that she wears to fool them, unless she wants it.

Most of the time she doesn't. It doesn't end well. Other people can't relate. They can't handle it.

Even when she does want to let the mask slip, unless your blog URL is crashingheavens, you're only seeing so deep.

Let me be even clearer: whatever other muse is not so special as to be the chosen one that breaks down what is in this space 430 years of training, conditioning, and self-refinement. That is not a dig at that muse, that is a testament to Yoruichi's own individual strength, knowledge of herself, and self-assuredness.

If your conception of your own muse is so great that you need them to be the chosen one who can do that, you don't belong here. The job is filled.

She is not here to indulge your selfishness. Neither am I. This is Yoruichi's character as I see her. Some things are mutable, some things are not. What we're discussing here is in the latter category. I don't make any apology for that, nor will I ever. That's just how she is.

This doesn't mean another muse can't have a profound impact on her, as the quoted ask fears! Plenty have!

I've cited three examples already, with Kisuke, Grimmjow, and the Hōgyoku, but I'll provide another two with Ururu here and here. Something you'll notice though is that these examples happened largely on Yoruichi's own terms. That's the secret!

Yoruichi doesn't need your muse. That isn't an insult, nor does it mean she doesn't want them around. It only means she will not ever be codependent upon them.

Having laid all this out, this now functions as my warning sign on the matter, and I won't hesitate to tap the sign going forward if anyone complains about this kind of thing to me ever again.

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Nnoitra/Reader: "Caged"

One-shot, SFW (blood and some dark themes present), love-hate, arrancar!reader, bird arrancar!reader Nnoitra is very fucking confusing with his feelings

A very old work of mine. It's been in my drafts for god knows how long so I mean why not share it? I wouldn't say I'm proud of this one but it's not bad either. It doesn't look finished though but oh well

>Masterpost

🕷

You made whatever coursed through his cold, dead veins boil.

At first, he’d thought that you were just like Nelliel, a damn pacifist, kind soul, here just to make his existence harder, but shortly after you’d reached the rank of an Espada he realized that he was wrong. Somehow you were even worse.

It didn’t take long for you to gain everyone’s attention. Confident, up to the challenge, and skilled enough for it not to be just an empty phrase. Aizen was ecstatic with how you turned out. You were a perfect noble warrior, suited for his army.

To be fair, Nnoitra too was tempted by the idea of fighting you. No one was sure if they ever saw you injured so drawing your blood both for fun and out of pride seemed even more exhilarating.

Every duel had to start with a little game of hide and seek. You were either already going for each other’s throats with Jaegerjaquez somewhere, or sitting in one of the chambers in the tallest tower of Las Noches, your home. With his enhanced pesquisa locating you wasn’t a big deal, however, the erratic and swift nature of your fighting form made getting to you a lot harder. Especially if your opponent was someone as mobile as you.

This wasn’t very fun.

Sometimes you even proposed a game of tag yourself and without waiting for his response darted in the direction of the horizon, while almost making him fall over with the sheer power of the gust of wind your huge wings created. Well. He did fall the first couple of times this happened. Not his proudest moments.

You’d probably sensed his ill intent from the start, you smart thing. The way you handled him was different from what your fights usually looked like. It was both insulting and… Well, somewhat interesting. You didn’t cut him any slack but still decided to toy with him like a bird would toy with its prey, constantly throwing him around, making distance, and closing it just to deal a single blow. And then the same thing over and over.

And the worst part was that you did just have fun. All of this wasn’t in a hateful or mocking manner. Every time he found himself lying on his back half-buried in the sand you just laughed and offered him a hand.

“Nice one. But make sure to flash me at least a single smile when we meet next time, though. Your bitter expression is starting to make me pissed.”

“Go to hell.”

Disgusting.

Yet, he returned every time. The need to avenge his lost pride was far stronger than his dislike towards you and your cocky smile. This was the only reason he wanted to make you hurt, however. He didn’t feel the same hatred, the same frustration and annoyance he felt towards Nelliel with you, no matter how similar you two sometimes seemed.

Seemed, that’s the key word here. He absolutely despised her and only just didn’t like you. You actually saw him as an opponent, even though that was just a game for you. You saw him. Not as some idol, not as some evil that must be purged but as…him.

Nnoitra was yet to make you take him more seriously, though, but he was adamant on doing everything in his power to change that, whether you liked it or not.

🕷

Another fight between you and Grimmjow ended abruptly. You just rushed to your tower without a word despite winning again. Usually, you were more energetic and talkative once the blue-haired asshole was out of breath but you’d been slow and apathetic for quite some time and now you just left. Which was odd.

Nnoitra happened to be near and witnessed the whole ordeal. Naturally, he was curious about what happened, but not that curious. It took him about half a day to finally notice that you didn’t return yet. No one had seen you after what happened before as well.

Seemingly never-ending stone stairs leading up to the topmost chamber made some time for him to think. It was strange that he passed the hall which only you had been taking and out of nowhere felt a need to check the tower. He almost turned back a couple of times, but the feeling that he had the right to know what was the matter got the best of him. And he definitely wasn’t disappointed when he reached the final flight of stairs. You were sitting in the center of the huge circular room and tending to… a wound. A nasty one at that. It had stopped bleeding a long time ago but still was burning hot and crimson from fresh blood. The smell of flesh hit his nostrils and almost made his mouth water out of long-forgottenl instinct.

Now he was starting to understand. He never saw anything or anyone hit you to suspect that something was wrong with your hierro. It would take at least triple the force Jaegerjaquez used on you for an average Arrancar to bleed. And you deflected and parried attacks suspiciously frequent for someone who was supposed to have impenetrable armor. There was no point in lying anymore. He saw it.

Your hierro was flawed from birth, which made you so keen on improving your strength and skills. It did use to pick up its density and hardness after a certain amount of damage dealt but the more powerful other hollows started to become the fewer reasons you had to just stand there and take blows some of which could as well be lethal.

Nnoitra couldn’t keep himself from laughing. How pathetic! To think that everyone including himself saw you as an equal! You were no better than a soft-skinned shinigami. And it turned out Aizen knew about the way your hierro worked, too. What a fucking farce.

“You know that nothing is stopping me from taking your life right now or telling everybody about this to make you an easy target, yes?”

He felt somewhat robbed of his chance to make you bleed in a fight, though. Jealous, even. This damn stray cat…

“Go ahead. But what does this knowledge give anybody anyway? It’s not the mystery that makes me strong.”

Nnoitra ground his teeth but then smirked.

“Whatever. Now I’m at least certain you can feel pain.”

He never told anybody about it in the end and this knowledge made whatever interactions you two had much more intimate for some reason. A fleeting connection because of the information that he possessed. Just him and almost nobody else. It wasn’t just an advantage in a fight, it was a more personal matter and he HATED it. Curse his curiosity. It made him sick to his stomach how your own vulnerability caused him to let himself run his big fat mouth and just say whatever came to his mind. Why did he even want to talk with you in the first place?

You, on the other hand, felt relieved. Despite his own displeasure with the way he acted around you, Gilga was surprisingly good at small talk and cracking jokes. You tried to pay as little attention to this fact as you could because you sensed his discomfort and knew how hard it was for someone like GIlga. Well… Most of the time you acted like you didn’t catch on to anything. It was too funny not to point out sometimes.

But nonetheless, you always listened. And this time you made encounters with him outside your conversations count and hurt, just like he wanted.

🕷

You fool. You absolute fool.

How could you let this happen?!

He should’ve known from your conversations - no, from the fucking start - that this good nature of yours and blatant opposition to being involved in anything Aizen was planning was going to do you no good. This absolutely disgusting naivety that made you think everyone would leave this unnoticed now was leading you straight to hell. Not being interested in pledging your loyalty is one thing but openly saying no while being a fucking Espada was stupid beyond words. You obviously wanted to get hurt, Nnoitra was sure of it. And he had nothing to say when you were on your knees before Aizen while he was contemplating what to do with you.

The man was deciding for longer than he should’ve, though. In any other situation, be it anyone else, they would’ve already been sprawled on the floor with their head exploded into a million pieces for all the angels above to see. But you were alive and well, shooting the nastiest glare possible in the direction of your master. This should’ve been the reason Aizen gave it more thought. You were useful, powerful, had a talent for getting into people’s heads and no one would be surprised if it turned out he had some twisted favoritism towards you, so he needed something other than killing you. Something other than stripping you of your ranks. Letting you get away with this wasn’t an option either because this would be a good lesson for all the Espada watching.

And so confinement until you were to change your mind with Ulquiorra as your torturer was chosen. Nnoitra was almost clawing at walls upon hearing the verdict. He just didn’t know what to feel. Anger? Relief?

In the end, he just convinced himself you deserved it. You should’ve known better and kept yourself safe without trying to be some kinda martyr. Why didn’t you just take care of yourself? Why did you have to think about someone else?

Ironically enough the tower you considered your home was now your prison. The fact that they did nothing but chained you to the wall was even more infuriating to Nnoitra. As if this was going to do something for a hollow. But they knew you weren’t gonna escape. Doing nothing, being a damn pacifist was your goal from the start, as if you were making some stupid statement. As if you were here just to make his existence harder.

Nnoitra had to see it for himself. Almost every other day ended with him visiting the tower just to watch you sit there. Sometimes bleeding after Ulquiorra’s cruel manipulations. He had nothing to say except some nasty comments and insults. You said nothing in return as if you knew what he actually felt. And this made him visit you less and less. It was fucking unbearable.

Today wasn’t much different. Nnoitra found you in your usual place with your back against the wall. There was a huge bloodstain on the previously perfectly white wall above you, with a drag mark leading to where you were as if you got the back of your head bashed on the wall and just slid down. You gave him an almost sinister smile and it made his skin crawl. But he just scowled.

“You’re back. I almost forgot what you look like.”

“Of course you did. I’m surprised you remember anything at all with Ulquiorra painting walls using your head like this.”

“Oh come on now, it’s not that bad.”

“Shut up.”

And you even had the audacity to downplay this and joke with him. Disgusting, absolutely, utterly disgusting. The fact that he wanted to fight you and saw you as his close one at one point was hardly believable. With the pitiful sight you have become he lost all respect he had for you. It almost made him want to join Ulquiorra in teaching you a fucking lesson.

“Say, why are you still here?”

“I’m chained as you can see. I can’t exactly leave this place just because I want to.”

“Stop playing with me. We both know you can break the damn thing just fine,” he spat. “What are you even trying to achieve?”

“I just don’t want to be involved in any of this.”

“Even if it means your death?”

Your smile grew even bigger.

“So it seems.”

You said it so calmly as if you already accepted your death.

“Why you…”

With a few long strides, he reached you and roughly dragged you by one of the legs just so you were lying on your back in the center of the room now. One of his hands deftly pressed your head to the floor to immobilize you as he got on top while the other acted as a support. Nnoitra was almost shaking from all kinds of emotions. If you wanted it so badly then he would gladly help. In fact, he was the only one who had the right to.

He opened his mouth to rip into your throat with his teeth, but as they made contact with the skin on your neck there was only a clinking sound. Your hierro. It was hardened. Just how many times did Cifer try to cut your throat?

“Sorry… That’s a bad spot to try to gnaw into now.”

Feeling as if he had just been punched in the gut, Nnoitra lowered himself, panting from shock and frustration. This helplessness was too much for him. He felt caged with his anger and defenses slowly crumbling away.

“Why do you have to be like this…” he whispered. “What good is this whole scene to you?”

The way you smiled despite all of this happening to you deserved respect. He probably would’ve done the same. He would never surrender, even with his soul enslaved. But he didn’t like seeing you like this. It made him wonder if he could’ve done something to change it. It made him angry beyond words. It made him miserable. But he would be killed if he did something. And he can’t die like this.

“Why are you doing this to me…”

“I’m sorry, Nnoitra… I know we could’ve been good. We were good together. But you know better than anybody what is a principle to the likes of us.”

“That’s what is killing me.”

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voxofthevoid · 1 year

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I posted 5,280 times in 2022

That's 2,627 more posts than 2021!

296 posts created (6%)

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I tagged 1,071 of my posts in 2022

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#i–and every writer i know on a personal level–am quite aware of the distinction between shit that's okay in life and shit that's fun in fic

My Top Posts in 2022:

“Stop groping my pulse. If you’re hungry, just eat.”

Grimmjow’s sleepy, extremely grumpy voice tears through the dreamy half-doze Ichigo was starting to sink into. The words themselves take a moment to coalesce into something meaningful.

When they do, he regrets everything.

“I’m not hungry,” he says into Grimmjow’s hair. “And I am not…”

Grimmjow shifts, and some of the shorter strands of his hair, slightly damp from his nightly shower and mussed to hell from Ichigo’s complete inability to resist a wet, half-naked Grimmjow, slides boldly into his nose.

He pulls back, sneezing violently, and almost misses what Grimmjow says.

“…just molesting my throat for fun? Pervert.”

“What the—I’m innocently cuddling you, not molesting your throat, and will you stop phrasing it like that, you degenerate asshole?” For good measure, Ichigo pulls back the hand that was spread loosely over the base of Grimmjow’s throat. And sure, his thumb was on the pulse, stroking idly, but he wasn’t groping anything.

“Why? It’s accurate.” Grimmjow, like the pissy cat he is, refuses to concede. “You never touch my dick like that.”

“For fuck’s sake, Grimmjow, if I went for your dick the way I do for your throat, you’d have bigger problems.”

“Promises,” the crazy bastard purrs.

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“In point of fact that’s not actually Crown’s boyfriend, Nona, it’s her sister, but I don’t think anyone could blame you for getting confused.”

Thank you, Palamedes, for voicing what we've all been thinking

131 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

"At that point I wished I’d used the fucking conspiracy theorists instead of the cows. Nobody would’ve cared if I’d turned people inside-out who think vaccines have nanites in them that mine cryptocurrency."

Muir is changing me and my taste in fiction, particularly prose, at a fundamental level, and I don't think I will ever recover.

155 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

I don't know if I'll ever recover from "When I am in heaven I will remember your mouth, and when you roast down in hell I think you will remember mine."

I mean

Holy shit.

290 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Being an extremely picky reader, I have a lot of sympathy for people who can't find the kind of fic they want to read, who don't resonate with many popular fanon, who have tastes that just aren't often addressed in most fic. The smaller the fandom, the worse off these woes, usually. What I don't give two shuddering shits about are the folks who make this the authors' problem.

Fanfic detractors love to say it's not real writing, but even putting aside the 101 ways that's total bullshit, the sheer act of writing takes time. At my fastest, I could write maximum 1200 words an hour; these days, it's closer to 500. Yet, you have so many writers churning out fic after fic, ranging from bite-sized bits to epic-length monstrosities. That's hours and hours of our lives. I set aside 2–3 hours a day for writing, and you can bet those add up fast.

So here you have these people creating scores of content for the hell of it, putting it up for free, and expecting damn near nothing in return. There are outliers, of course, but the general sentiment I've seen is that we don't want money, and we don't demand comments, though we appreciate the everloving shit out of them. At the core of it, writing fic is a labour of love, and fandom is a gift economy.

You know what's not a gift? Being a little shit in the comment/ask boxes of your local fandom writers.

It's fine, absolutely a-okay, spectacularly acceptable to not like or even viscerally hate any given character, trope, ship, or even specific fic. But listen, that's a you problem—and it doesn't have to be problem at all if you just click that pretty X and exit the story posthaste. The author won't even know you'd been there, and you're free to go wash out the taste of whatever fuckery made you nope out. If you're inclined toward writing yourself, you can even give the tried-and-true art of writing out of spite a go.

But, for the love of god, don't hop into the comment box and list all the ways in which the author could've made the story the one you wanted.

It's not your story. It's also clearly not for you. The writer wrote the story they wanted the way they wanted it. Leave it the fuck alone.

Some writers may ask for concrit; feel free to give it, provided you've nailed the constructive part of constructive criticism.

But their writing has typos and grammar errors: Shit happens, and we're not robots. Ignore it, or if you can't stand it, stop reading.

But it'd have been better if it was another ship/character/direction: That's your opinion, which will remain valid for only as long as it stays solely in your head. Again, stop reading. Exit quietly.

But the content is problematic: My brother in Christ, it was meant to be. We're not all pearl-clutching puritans. Stop reading things that upset you, especially if they're tagged!

Harassing authors won't get you the content you want. Nor, for that matter, will politely pestering them make them see the holy light of whatever crusade you're on. Most you'll manage is break the confidence of a fledgling writer or drive someone vulnerable out of fandom. And if that's your endgame, you're the kind of trash a handful of words from voxofthevoid.tungle.com can't change, so fuck you anyway.

Creativity begets more creativity. In every fandom I've written for, I started writing because, after a point, reading wasn't enough. I have specific tastes that don't always align with broader fandom tastes—for instance, I like out-and-proud sadists and writing my favs as tops/doms, whereas the predominant trends seem to favor the opposite. I also like very specific kinds of fuckery with my fluff, which are often hard to find. All that's fine. I have MS Word and the will to use it.

Granted, writing fic deliberately tailored to my tastes isn't the same as reading fic that's coincidentally tailored to my tastes, but that's fine too. I can be immeasurably grateful to the wonderful folks whose writing does strike a chord in me while also endeavouring to one day make someone say, "Damn, voxofthevoid, this is exactly the story I needed." That's what I want to give to fandom.

Others are free to think, "Yikes, voxofthevoid, you're fucked in the head," and be on their merry way; just don't make it my problem.

And if you, personally, don't have the time or inclination to be the porn fic you want to see in the world, there are other ways to encourage the kind of content you want to see. Participate in fandom exchanges. Seek out writers that take prompts or requests. Send positive encouragement (not rude demands) to the writers whose work you enjoy.

Don't throw a tantrum in the comment/ask box. It helps no one. It pisses off a lot of people. Nobody benefits.

Sincerely,

Someone who's very, very tired of seeing entitled shits make fandom a nightmare for everyone

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grimmichi-ao3-feed · 6 months

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[New AO3 Fic!] Strikebreak

by galenchia

In 1913 in a small town where he never seems to catch a break or fit in, Ichigo feels like a stranger in a strange land. His efforts to support his family inadvertently lead to a meeting with Grimmjow and the beginning of a relationship filled with highs and lows. But even through the lowest lows, Ichigo can't seem to bring himself to walk away.

Words: 7818, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English

Fandoms: Bleach (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques

Relationships: Grimmjow Jaegerjaques/Kurosaki Ichigo

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, 1910s, Second Industrial Revolution, Period-Typical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, period-typical xenophobia, Getting Together, Developing Relationship, Angst, Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Fist Fights, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mild Sexual Content, Coal Mining

Read it now on AO3!

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jplupine · 8 months

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Feral Possession: Chapter 33

Talks

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~4.8k WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Exophilia, Demon!Grimmjow, Feral Behavior, Mentions of familial death [non-graphic] and past abuse [non-graphic]

Summary: Things are taking a turn in directions unknown.

A/N: Updating for other fics will start picking back up now that I no longer have to grind for my 31 Days of Bleach project xD Thank y'all for being patient!

You can also read it on AO3!

Masterlist | Chapter 33:

Scooping coffee grounds into the filter placed in the coffee machine, I felt Grimmjow nuzzle the side of my head as he somewhat leaned on me. Even though I'd been awake less than 30 minutes, he was already clinging to me. But I couldn't say I disliked it as he had his arms around me.

Closing the coffee machine's lid, I turned it on, and it started brewing.

Nel's first night here had actually been calmer than expected after giving her a thorough explanation of our situation. She actually seemed more capable of handling things than Grimmjow- Perhaps due to her living among humans for some time now already. It was hard to go to sleep at first knowing she was in the house, but having Grimmjow next to me eventually got me to relax.

Lips brushed my temple before Grimmjow's cheek rubbed against mine. I couldn't tell if he just wanted affection or if he was silently begging for breakfast like a housecat. Reaching up into one of the cabinets for some mugs, his hand slid across my stomach that had been somewhat exposed from my shirt riding up.

"Feel like breakfast tacos?" I asked, and he hummed with approval. The scent of freshly brewing coffee filled the kitchen, and I heard hooves come clomping down the stairs. Grimmjow didn't pull away in the slightest even when Nel came into the kitchen and saw him clinging to me.

"Unsettling, and yet kind of cute." She popped off after quietly staring at us for a few seconds.

"Shut up." Grimmjow grumbled.

"C'mon. Seeing you like this is like if Hell froze over, as humans say."

"Would you like some coffee?" I glanced at Nel, and she nodded with a smile.

"Yes, please."

"Man. You never use manners like that." I tapped Grimmjow's cheek before reaching for another mug. He softly growled before nipping the corner of my jaw. "I'm also gonna make breakfast tacos if you want any."

"Ooo, yesss." Nel got closer while eyeing the coffee pot to watch the hot liquid drip into the transparent pot. "No wonder Pantera has been staying here. This place is amazing." I couldn't help but scoff.

"So I take it you slept well, too?"

"Oh, the best sleep I've gotten in a long time. The peace and quiet, the soft mattress-" Nel made a noise almost like a trill while holding her face and smiling. "And now I get breakfast!"

"So you're over what I am?" I questioned, and Nel leaned on the counter.

"I don't see a reason to get hung up on it if you're not planning on attacking me. In fact, I'm very interested in knowing more about you, Wynter." Nel leaned closer only to get growled at by Grimmjow. "You're so territorial." She huffed while shooting the other demon a look as she backed away.

"No kidding." I muttered under my breath.

"Just make breakfast." Grimmjow growled.

"This should help with the flooring." I said while adjusting the socks on Nel's hooves. She hummed while looking at her hooves before placing them on the floor. The fabric dampened the sound and she stood up.

"Feels a bit strange." She placed her hands on her hips and took a few steps. Nel was now nearly silent as she moved around, and her ears perked. "Oh, I could get used to this."

"Great. I know hoof pads are a thing, but I figured this would be easier....and cheaper." I gestured at her hooves, and she smiled.

"Of course. I'll try to remember to wear these when in this form." Nel moved around a little more to get used to the feeling of the socks. I'd been trying to get work done, but hearing her clomping around had been distracting. Not to mention I was worried her hooves might leave marks on the floor if she wasn't careful.

Thankfully, with her politeness and patience, I'd been able to get her to sit down and try out the socks.

"Awesome. I'm gonna get back to work now, then."

"Work? Is that what you've been doing in there?"

"Yeah. I'm an editor when not studying demons." I chuckled as Nel followed me back toward the office. "I mainly work with books. Sometimes my friends will get a free quick read-over, though."

"Is that why you have so many books?"

"Nah. Most of these were my uncle's." I replied while walking into the office. Grimmjow was lying across the desk with his hands behind his head.

"I see." Nel wandered over to one of the bookshelves to look over the titles present. "You mentioned your uncle could seal demonic powers inside books. Can you?" She asked while running her finger over one of the book spines.

"Not yet." I sat down in my chair and put my glasses back on. "I only know a few low-grade exorcism spells, and the binding spells I know don't separate the demon from their power."

"Do you seek demons out to train?"

"I don't have to when they seem to be drawn here. I've learned to more or less hide my spiritual energy, but some still sniff me out." My gaze then drifted to the window when I saw a shadow go across the curtain. The window was then opened before Tigre crawled out from under the curtain.

Nel was looking at Grimmjow and I with a bit of confusion but didn't otherwise react when she saw that we didn't. Tigre, however, froze when he saw Nel.

"So he just comes in through the window like that?" Nel questioned.

"Sometimes." I softly sighed while looking at her before turning to the shorter demon. "The A/C is on, Tigre." His tail twitched, and he reached back to shut the window.

"What's she doing here? Don't tell me another has fallen under your spell."

"Again, it's not a spell. Now, what's today's visit about?" I watched Tigre's ears perk before he got closer to rest his chin on my knee.

"Do the thing." He demanded, and I scoffed. Placing my hand on his head behind his horns, I ran my fingers through his hair. "Behind the ears, too." Tigre purred as I rubbed behind his ear and tilted his head.

"Oh, my...." Nel looked surprised. "So it's real?"

"Really not magick."

"Have they not done this to you, Gamuza?" Tigre asked.

"No." Nel's answer made him pause since he realized what he'd just done in front of her by putting his head in my lap to be pet. He quickly recoiled away from me with his ears flat against his skull. "Wanna try it on me?" Nel stood beside me now while pointing at herself.

"Sure." I reached up and ran my fingers through her hair while rubbing her scalp. She slowly closed her eyes and softly smiled.

"That does feel nice. But I wouldn't consider this a spell." Nel had a calm tone while Tigre looked bewildered.

"It doesn't have the same effect?"

"Apparently not. Interesting." I muttered and even rubbed behind her ear. She hummed before looking at me.

"I will admit that it's rather relaxing."

"Told you it wasn't magick." I shrugged and leaned back in my chair. Looking at Tigre, I raised my eyebrows at him. "So, what've you got?"

"....With word spreading of how Pantera is still alive, the Espada are wondering what has kept anyone from seeing or hearing of him for this long. He isn't known for keeping quiet, you see." Tigre glanced from Grimmjow to me as his tail flicked. "There is talk of finding him to confirm that he's alive."

"Oh, that's not good." Nel muttered.

"My word isn't enough." Tigre stated as he leaned closer toward me. "Arrancar will begin trying to seek him out. It won't be long before they find this place."

I paused while letting his words sink in. My jaw clenched as my heart picked up pace thinking of the danger this meant I'd be in. Sure, there were two Arrancar now calling this place home, but one was a former Espada while the other was ranked 6th. That meant there were more Espada much stronger than him and more willing to kill me.

"I-" My voice cut off when Grimmjow suddenly sat up with a sigh. His legs swung over the edge of the desk so that he could stand. He formed his sword while turning to face Tigre. "Pantera?"

Grimmjow didn't respond and grabbed some of his hair. We were all watching him as he raised the sharp edge of his sword. No one said anything even when he cut some of his hair off and held out the severed strands to Tigre.

"This should be enough." His tone was firm as he looked down at the smaller demon.

"....What?"

"You said your word isn't enough. This will be. Tell them I said to leave me the fuck alone."

"I'm not your Fraccion-" Tigre stopped when Grimmjow crouched to be at his level. His sword vanished into smoke when he let it go and grabbed Tigre's jaw. Grimmjow's presence became suffocating and heavy as he looked into Tigre's eyes.

"But you're still a Fraccion. Remember your place, Tigre. You'll get your ass up and take this with you to prove that I'm alive. I don't want those fuckers anywhere near my territory, is that understood?" Grimmjow's tone was harsh, but his face was unchanging and set in a dangerously calm expression. The threat in his eyes was unmistakable and piercing.

Tigre could only nod, and Grimmjow tightened his grip on the smaller demon's jaw.

"I mean it, Tigre. Little Rabbit was there to save your ass last time, but they won't even have the chance to stop me from tearing you apart piece by piece if you don't obey."

"U-Understood." Tigre's ears were flat against his skull, and he held up a shaky hand. Grimmjow dropped the chunk of severed hair into the other demon's waiting hand while maintaining eye contact.

The tension in the air dissipated as Grimmjow roughly let Tigre's jaw go.

"Stop making that face." Grimmjow's tone cut through the silence, and I looked up at him as he threw back the blankets on the bed. Spitting out toothpaste foam into the sink, I sighed through my nose.

"Can you blame me for making it?"

"I don't even know why you're making it."

"What you did earlier. I wasn't expecting you to do something like that." I turned on the water to rinse out my toothbrush.

"Gonna have to be more specific."

"Cutting your hair." Looking back at Grimmjow again, I saw him holding one of the pillows as he stood beside the bed. His brows were deeply furrowed, and his eyes drifted up in my direction.

"It's just hair."

"And it's yours."

"So?"

"So I've never seen you do something like that." I turned off the water and set my toothbrush down before leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed. "I also would've figured you'd rather fight them." Grimmjow's ears twitched and he dropped the pillow back onto the bed.

"Are you stupid?"

"No, ass. Just wondering why you did what you did."

"....I could smell your fear."

"I thought you liked that."

"I'm greedy." Grimmjow then began to walk my way, his paws silently going across the floor as his eyes reflected the bathroom's light. "The only demon you should fear is me."

"You expect me to still be afraid of you? After everything that's happened?"

"You should." He looked down at me and gently grabbed my jaw to lift my face. "I own your soul, Little Rabbit. I can do with it as I please. I may not be able to hurt you now....but that doesn't apply after your death."

"Would you, though?"

"What?"

"Hurt me. Once you have my soul, would you really hurt me?" I asked, and he went quiet for a moment as he studied my face.

"Depends on how I feel by the time you die."

"Do you think your feelings will change by then?" I questioned while gently grabbing some of his hair to look at the clean cut his sword had left.

"Who knows."

"Based on how you feel now, would you?"

"Hm." He gave a short hum as his thumb brushed over my lips. "Maybe just a little." I chuckled before gently pulling his hair to get him to lower his face.

"I'm okay with just a little." I pecked his lips, and the corners of his mouth twitched up. "See? How can I be scared when you have such a cute smile."

"I wouldn't use 'cute' to describe me, Little Rabbit."

"I would. I did. And thank you."

"For?"

"What you did. No matter what your reasoning is, you do make me feel safe. And I'm well aware of how fucked up that might sound to anyone else." I scoffed before leaning my forehead against his chest with my hands on his hips.

"....Good thing I'm not anyone else." Grimmjow muttered before I felt his hand on the back of my head. "But what else are you wanting to say? Your chemosignals are too confusing right now."

"Sorry. I'm just feeling a lot right now." I swallowed as my grip on his hips slightly tightened. "It's honestly confusing to me, too."

"That doesn't sound good."

"Bittersweet." I replied, and he went quiet.

"....Are you mad at me again?"

"No. No, I'm not mad at you. I'm so very grateful for you, and that is causing a lot of conflicting feelings for me. You're a demon. I'm not supposed to feel safe with you. I'm not supposed to find comfort in your presence. But you've done so much for me that it'd be impossible to not have those feelings. And you're the reason I wasn't all alone while trying to deal with Uncle Jordan passing." My voice went quiet as I kept my forehead against his chest.

I couldn't bring myself to look at him while clenching my jaw again as things buried deep were clawing at the back of my throat to be let free.

"Uncle Jordan was all I had left of my family. Being here alone with that hanging over me....was devastating."

"I thought you didn't mention your family to keep them safe from me."

"No." I swallowed and took in a deep breath. "My parents died when I was really young, and Uncle Jordan tried to take me in. Before he could get custody, my aunt had the court deem herself a better fit. My aunt couldn't have children, so she did whatever she could to keep me and was a fucking asshole. Uncle Jordan did his best to help me get out as soon as I could. She ended up dying of cancer while I was in college, so Uncle Jordan was all that was left. He never had kids of his own, and I guess that might've been due to him being an exorcist."

Grimmjow was quiet as I spoke, and I wasn't even sure he was listening.

"I hated you so much when I thought you had killed him. And it made me hate myself every time I was close to you. I originally started the contact thinking I could manipulate you....but I needed it." I felt my bottom lip quivering as my eyes began to burn. "I really fucking needed it. My friends are amazing, but I couldn't....I couldn't tell them I was drowning and faking it. But you," I scoffed. "you didn't give a shit about anything but yourself. You kept my mind off my pain. And at night when the pain would come back, you were there again."

My hands remained planted where they were as I didn't move an inch. It felt as if I was so close to having everything spill out, and I was trying to fight it.

"That's why I sleep better with you. You provide comfort and take away the loneliness. You being a demon, the fucking Sexta Espada, ate away at me. But I couldn't bring myself to stop. Knowing what you are, who you are, made me so conflicted. But as things progressed, it became easier. Then the Soul Society got involved. I couldn't let you go when you'd become the only thing keeping me together. I'm so used to hiding how I feel that no one even had a clue how close I was to breaking."

"Wynter....I don't...." Grimmjow sighed before lifting my head. His palms were cupping my cheeks as he looked down at me. "I don't know how humans deal with these things."

"I don't need you to. You being you has been enough." His gaze was soft, and he leaned down to lick my cheek, cleaning away tears that had broken free from my eyes.

"I am your king, Wynter. Show me your weakness so that I may own it, too." His voice was gentle before he licked the tears from my other cheek. "You belong to me, mind, body, and soul." He kissed the corner of my eyelid and licked the tears from his lips. "And I sure as fuck won't share you. Kinda funny how you tried manipulating me and only fucked yourself, though." Grimmjow's expression was serious as he still touched me so gently.

"Yeah. Kinda." I sniffled, and his nose brushed against mine.

"You better know how much I mean I won't share you. I don't care if it's a higher-ranked Espada....I'll kill them."

"That should worry me hearing that."

"But it doesn't."

"Not like it should." I sniffled, and Grimmjow gently bumped his forehead against mine.

"Is this what happens when you hold things in for too long?"

"Yes." I scoffed. "I try not to bottle things up, but sometimes it still happens. Usually feel better after a good cry."

"Do you want me to do anything?"

"Just....stay with me. That's all I need right now." His hands then dropped from my face to grab my wrists.

"Is this what you wouldn't tell me the other night?"

"No."

"Then?"

"I'm still not ready to say that."

"Bullshit. But whatever." He sighed while taking a step back as the bathroom light turned off. "Keep telling me what you are ready to say then."

"Do you actually care?"

"....I may not care in the way a human might. But I'm learning here." Grimmjow continued toward the bed while gently pulling me along with him. "You can say as much as you want or nothing at all." He then grabbed my hips to lift me onto the bed.

My back hit the mattress as Grimmjow crawled over me. He shape-shifted into human form to bury his face into my stomach without his horns getting in the way. His arms wrapped around me to hold me closer.

Softly sighing through my nose, I ran my fingers through his soft hair. He began to purr, knowing that low, rumbling tone was comforting for me.

"You may never truly understand just how much you do for me."

"You're welcome." His voice was muffled, and I couldn't help but chuckle. It sounded a bit sad.

"Yes, yes. Thank you." I continued to pet his hair and lazily twirled my fingers around some of his blue strands. "This is all such a mess."

"Smells like it."

"Do you think it'll actually work? Giving your hair to Tigre, I mean."

"Yes. Tigre would have no way of getting it without me giving it to him. They also know I prefer they all leave me alone." Grimmjow replied as my other hand went up his arm to his shoulder that was bare since he only wore sweatpants. His warm skin beneath my fingers as he purred was helping me to relax.

"Can I ask you something? Not about demon stuff this time."

"What?"

"Your shit with Gary. You don't do the same things to any of my other friends, and there's no way you're still holding a grudge."

"Honestly?" Grimmjow lifted his head to look at me with a calm expression. "He just pisses me off. The idiot still clings to what was and won't move on. And since you're mine, I don't appreciate how he keeps cocking his leg like a mangy dog around you."

"Now that's an exaggeration."

"It's not if your senses were as keen as mine."

"So that's really it? Just you being territorial?"

"Well, he also starts shit. Need I remind you of how he signed me up for karaoke that one night?"

"Right. Just a couple of idiots beating your chests." I sighed, and Grimmjow lowered his face to bite me. "Ow!"

"Watch who you're calling an idiot."

"So mean."

"You'll live. It was barely a nip."

"....Do you think I should talk to him about it?"

"What do you mean?" Grimmjow looked at me from the corner of his eye as I caressed his hair again.

"Should I talk to him about how he feels? I just.... I don't know, it just feels wrong to know he has those feelings and say nothing if he's holding out for a chance that won't come. I'm not sure he'll move on if it's been this long and he's still....in love with me."

"Talk to him. Don't talk to him. I don't care." Grimmjow's face nuzzled into my stomach again. "He's just pathetic."

"He's not pathetic."

"I said what I said."

"You-" I rolled over onto my side while forcing Grimmjow to roll with me after trapping his torso between my legs. I ruffled my hands through his hair to mess it up, and he snarled while trying to swat my hands away. I chuckled and swept his hair back to kiss his forehead. "You're terrible."

"You're feeling better, aren't you?" He snapped back while flashing his sharp teeth.

"Yes." Cupping his face in my hands, I leaned down further to kiss him. "Not fully, but I'll be okay."

"Keep talkin' if you need to. Especially if you're gonna give me more kisses." Grimmjow's response made me laugh and kiss him again.

"Aren't you sweet?" My tone was sarcastic, but I was still smiling either way. A lopsided grin pulled at his lips as he looked up at me.

It made my heart flutter.

"Fuck you, you fucking bitch!" Grimmjow roared, and Nel's rambunctious laughter followed. Going into the kitchen to get a drink, I glanced over to the living room where the two demons sat on the couch.

"Suck it, Pantera!" Nel excitedly kicked her hooves in the air while cackling. The two were playing a video game on a console Nel had somehow obtained and brought with her when she moved in. And judging from their attitudes, Grimmjow was losing.

By now, Grimmjow was also not as clingy as before, having relaxed for the most part with Nel's presence in the home. She had more than proven to be true to her word. In fact, she was even helping around the house and cleaning up after herself rather well.

Nel was a wrench in the machine of the Soul Society's understanding of Arrancar. She was so....normal. And her behavior was of her own doing that had budded from her own curiosity.

She was fascinating.

"Rematch! Right fuckin' now!"

"You'll still lose, sucker." The two continued yelling at each other while Grimmjow sounded so aggressive and Nel playful.

"I'm still learning these fucking buttons."

"Learn faster."

"Sounds like you two are having fun." I popped off and took a drink from my glass.

"Lots! Wanna try?" Nel looked back over the couch, and Grimmjow did the same as they both stared at me.

"C'mere."

"No, thanks. I've got work to do."

"The tutorial won't take long, I promise." Nel grinned.

"I don't need a tutorial. I used to play that game a lot when I was a teenager."

"You know this?" Grimmjow's ears perked up, and that was all it took for him to drag me over and sit me in his lap with my drink on the coffee table. "Here." He placed the controller into my hands while looking over my shoulder. "I'm player 2."

"Didn't I just say-"

"Just one round, it'll be fine. It's not like your work will run away." Grimmjow huffed before pushing the button pausing the game to have it start playing again. I took a split second to reposition my hold on the controller before looking up at the TV screen.

Grimmjow was breathing down the back of my neck while watching me fight Nel's character. It took me a moment to recall all of the moves and button controls, but I remembered enough to not get killed in the first few seconds. Grimmjow peered over my shoulder to watch my hands as his tail curled. I wouldn't doubt he was watching to learn the moves to use when he was playing again.

However, my mind wandered while feeling his breath on my shoulder and his arms wrapped around me. I thought back to last night and how he held me while we talked. Well, I mainly talked and he mostly listened. I talked about a lot of things that had been causing me stress as he soothed me with his purring and letting me run my hands through his hair.

It felt good to let it out. Even if I had cried at one point, I did feel better afterward.

I still kept one thing hidden, but I was able to get plenty of other things off my chest.

Leaning back into Grimmjow, I rapidly pushed buttons on the controller to do a combo. Nel cried out before sitting on the edge of her seat. She huffed through her nose like a bull as her HP bar went down.

The fight onscreen continued while I only half paid attention. Dagur hopped down from the couch because of Nel moving too much, and he went over to his rope toy in the middle of the floor to chew on it instead. Grimmjow laughed with utter delight when the game declared me the winner.

"Oh, come on!" Nel whined.

"I gotta get back to work now." I turned my head and gently grabbed Grimmjow's chin. I gave him a kiss before holding up the controller. "Try not to break anything." His ears perked from the kiss then his nose brushed against mine.

"Don't overdo it. You still gotta make dinner." Grimmjow popped off, making me scoff as he leaned in to kiss me and take the controller away.

Standing up, I grabbed my drink from the coffee table and noticed how Nel was looking at Grimmjow. One of her furry ears twitched before her gaze drifted to me. Her eyes were slightly wider while her mouth was in a flat line.

"What?"

"Uh...." Nel looked back at Grimmjow again. "Guess I'm still not used to it."

"Used to what?" Grimmjow asked while stretching out, his arms going over the back of the couch with his paws out and claws flexing.

"Come on, Pantera. When have you ever treated anyone like you do Wynter?" Nel questioned, and Grimmjow froze before slowly looking at the other demon. "I've seen you with other pets, your Fracciones, and other Espada. You were never so....docile."

"Docile?!" Grimmjow snarled with his pupils narrowing. Taking in a slow breath, I began to walk away. "I'm not fuckin' docile!"

"How else would you describe it? Soft? Gentle? Domestic?" Her tone was steady even as Grimmjow was growling a warning.

Stopping at the entrance of the hallway, I glanced back over my shoulder. Grimmjow's tail thrashed with agitation while Nel was unwavering.

"The fuck are you going on about?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"Watch what you're insinuating, Gamuza." Grimmjow sounded more vicious as I turned away and clenched the front of my shirt.

"I didn't insinuate anything. I made an observation."

"I haven't gone soft!"

"I didn't say you have. But you certainly are gentler with Wynter. It's not a bad thing. You actually seem....happy." Nel's response was followed by utter silence. "It's surprising, but don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're capable of it."

My heart beat faster, and I quickly made my way back to the office with Dagur at my side. Hearing Nel say she thought Grimmjow seemed happy actually filled me with such a light and warm feeling. I got to the office before the demons could pick up on my change in mood.

Sitting at my desk after setting my cup down, I leaned over to bury my face into Dagur's fur. He sniffed at me while happily wagging his tail. Perhaps having Nel here would have more benefits than previously suspected.

#Feral Possession #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach #bleach au #bleach fanfic #nonbinary character #demon/exorcist au #oc x canon #orange #minors dni

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