#Why do you think I kept Gin around

[aizensamasuggestions]

You've spoken at length of the current discordant relationship between yourself and Kyoka Suigetsu, but surely there must have been harmony at one point in order to achieve what you have. When you two were in (perhaps relative) harmony, was KS a passive/receptive part of the team or was it more of a proactively helpful "Bro-ka Suigetsu" going out of its way to bail you out of potentially embarrassing situations and otherwise doing you a solid from time to time?

The tone of your question, Anonymous, makes me imagine that you think you have no reason to fear me. That's extraordinarily foolish.

My relationship with my zanpakuto is only troublesome because of the nature of hypnosis and my narcissism. Kyoka Suigetsu was against the idea of ever revealing the depth of our betrayal. We had worked, in tandem, for over a century perfecting a persona that would be loved and trusted by the Gotei. Kyoka Suigetsu would have been happiest if I had stayed in the shadows. I can't entirely disagree that strategy had its merits.

It is not the one we followed, however. My ego wouldn't allow it.

You will notice that in the following Winter War, as it is sometimes called, I rarely relied on Kyoka Suigetsu. Such is the nature of our relationship.

However, previous to my so-called betrayal, Kyoka Suigetsu was always my greatest ally. They have given me the greatest gifts, not the least of which is my ability to call shikai silently--a power they offered me the instant I knew their name. They gave me this incredible advantage because they understood that with the sheer force of my reiatsu the number of minds we could control was unlimited. This is something no other Soul could ever give them. If someone were to attempt to use Kyoka Suigetsu in my stead, they would fail. Without my reiatsu, Kyoka Suigestu's power is severely limited. But, together, we are unsurpassable.

They did, however, attempt to drown me when I first learned their name.

And then, again, later, I had to live with the indignity of all of the Gotei 13 thinking my shikai was "fog."

And, of course, they never aim to kill, only psychologically scar.

Even so, I would chose no other.

[f1girliefics]

In Love with a Red Flag

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: To say that you hated him wasn’t accurate. But you didn’t like him. He was exactly the type of guy you kept a distance from. And yet, he will be the closest to you.

A/N: I realise this idea is not unique, shout-out to all the other amazing writers who wrote a similar piece!

“Ferrari PR team came up with a solution to solve the problem. Together with the Mercedes PR team, we agreed that the best course of action would be to have you and Charles play pretend.”

You looked at Toto in disbelief. 

You and Charles? Play pretend?

You knew that due to Ferrari’s latest issues with their cars, along with Mercedes’ own issues became such an issue that the teams began to lose fans.

So, PR being PR sat down and came up with a wicked idea.

Having you and Charles date, well, fake date. 

According to both teams, you would become the next phenomenon and the fans would come right back.

All Toto could do was simply nod.

You let out a long sigh.

You have always tried your best to avoid Charles. He was exactly the type of guy you kept a good distance from. You knew about his method of dating. 

The women he dated and how often he changed girlfriends. It was a huge red flag. 

Much like his car, red all over.

You turned and looked at Charles who was just as surprised if not more than you. 

“I will be looking forward to working with you, Charles.” You said with a smile as you looked at him. 

You were on a yacht with him.

Soft launch as the teams called it. They knew the paparazzi would be watching. All you had to do was to act all lovely-dovely but not do too much.

You two being on the same boat would be enough.

With an ice cream in one hand, you headed to the deck, trying to get a little tan during your weekend off.

Charles soon joined you, sitting down next to you, you moved a bit closer to him.

“There’s a guy on the boat in front of us, he has a huge camera, and yet he thinks we didn’t notice him.”

“Well, I didn’t.” Charles smiled and so did you. “You know last year… in Hungary… you had that press event with the fans.”

“Oh, yeah! That was fun, I even wore a traditional dress. Kalocsai, I believe it’s called.”

“That one, yes. I remember, what about it?”

“I remember you being so… beautiful.”

“Thank you. But where did this come from?”

“You avoid me. I noticed you avoid me and Carlos. Why? Do you hate Ferrari that much?”

“Red is not really my colour.” You say, avoiding his eyes. “Especially not red flags.” You said before you got up and headed into the yacht. 

The paparazzi sure got a nice picture.

The same afternoon, you were all over the news. You did it. One step closer to the finish line.

You thought of this as if it was another race.

You just had to get to the finish line. This time around, you didn’t care about the placements.

You just wanted this to be over with.

The next time you had to go out with Charles was during a charity event. You were given a beautiful silver dress to wear while Charles was in a black suit.

He looked good. Probably way too handsome for his own good.

You didn’t like how he didn’t make it easy to keep a distance. He was kind, attentive, and really fucking handsome.

He had an arm around you at all times.

“I will bring us something to drink.”

“A gin tonic would be lovely.” You replied and he nodded.

This was the only time he let you out of his arms. And if you were honest. You kinda missed it.

No.

This can’t be. 

You cannot fall for him. You will not!

Toto walked over to you, complimenting your dress and dedication.

“This little PR thing works like a charm. Our team gained almost half a million new followers since last week.” Of course that is all he would care about. For now, at least, Toto had a sweet spot for you so it was only a matter of time for him to save you from this.

Fans come and go.

But your contract with him was clear. And even without that, he liked you very much. He often said you are like a younger sister to him.

“Good to know at least the plan worked.” Was your reply?

“And what about you and Charles?” He asked and you were a bit taken aback. “You two play your parts a little too well.”

“Oh please, like I would fall for a guy like him.” You replied and took a sip from your glass.

Toto only laughed a little. 

You however failed to notice that Charles heard everything you said.

He simply paid his part and handed you your new drink.

On your way back home, Charles was sitting in the back of the limo with you.

“What did Toto say to you?” He asked suddenly and you turned from the window to look at him.

“He said our teams gained a lot of new fans. He looked excited about it.”

“Anything else?” 

“Hm?”

“Did he ask about anything else?”

“No, he then just started to talk about the new sponsors.” 

“I see.” Was his simple reply. 

The next planned date was a dinner in a restaurant.

You got to wear casual clothes and feel like a human again. 

You planned on eating possibly the best food you can find.

So you ordered a nice juicy hamburger with fries and a huge lemonade. Then you ordered a steak with mashed potatoes.

Charles looked rather impressed that you could eat so much.

If you were honest, you had a great time with him. You two were talking a lot. He showed you a side which not many people could see.

“Can I ask you something?” He said, suddenly becoming very serious. 

“Sure.”

“When you were talking with Toto last week, you said something which really stuck with me. You said you wouldn’t fall for a guy like me. What did you mean by that?”

“I-“ this took you off guard. Should you be honest? But you also didn’t want to lie. “Everyone knew about your dating life. It was no secret and… it is a huge red flag.”

“Red flag?”

“Yes. You date one woman then you date their friend… it is a red flag.”

“And that’s why you avoided me?” 

“Yes.” You said right away, which probably wasn’t the best.

You could see your words hurt him. 

You wanted to say something else but then he suddenly stood up and excused himself to the bathroom.

You should have said something. 

But you didn’t. And it hunted you for the upcoming weeks.

“You did good, Y/N. P3!”

“Thank you, Toto!” You drove another round, smiling and waving at the fans even if they couldn’t see you. 

Max, P1, Charles, P2 and you, P3. It was a good race.

But you felt so awkward around Charles.

As they took you to your interviews, you suddenly stopped Charles.

“Charles.”

“We have an interview to do.” He wanted to walk away but you caught him.

“I misjudged you. I wanted to tell you back at the restaurant. I misjudged you. I had a great time with you, even if it was all pretend. I needed you to know.” Your assistant came to get you to see why you weren’t coming, so you headed to the interview.

Charles soon followed you. 

You had one week left.

One week of fake dating.

The last seven days. 

Why did it make you sad?

You should have known, but ultimately, you fell in love.

You fell in love with a red flag.

And you wanted to tell him, but how?

It was all too much.

For the last week, the teams came up with a simple idea, something to give a base to your upcoming breakup.

It was meant to be easy.

You should act like you hate each other, possibly even argue a little here and there. You two should look like you two hate one another. 

But, it didn’t exactly go as planned.

You smiled too much, you laughed too hard. It didn’t look like you were a couple ready to break up, you looked like the exact opposite. 

You were a couple fully in love.

At least you were.

You two ended up in a café, enjoying your coffee and tea while you had a small conversation. 

“What you said, before the interview last week. I understand how my actions can seem, and how my dating life looks from the eyes of an outsider. It looks bad… very bad and I don’t blame you or anyone for thinking that way about me. But I’m thankful for your kindness. It took me a while to realize that I used to do those things because none of them was the one I was looking for. But you… you are so different from them. I understand this might be sudden but I cannot be the only one who feels this way.”

“You are not.” You interrupted him, hoping to ease his inner dilemma. You smiled at him as he visibly let out a long sigh. 

He moved closer to you, and you leaned into him, pulling him down for a sweet and short kiss.

You could almost hear the cameras click. Instead, all you could focus on was his scent, his smile and his taste.

You sat back down in your chair, enjoying the sun, smiling.

The next day you broke the news to your teams. Toto was the first to congratulate you. 

He knew, of course, he would. He knew you and Charles would end up together. One way or another.

/YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REUPLOAD ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[arsemial]

Hello!! Can I request a slightly mean dom male reader with sub Akutagawa please :)

Take your time!!

This was my first request. I was really happy. Thank you baby <3

seme male reader × sub bottom akutagawa

(Sorry for the spelling mistakes)

First of all, in all the articles I have read so far, Akutugawa has been written as angry, disobedient and rude. But I think this is only valid until you gain his trust. Even though the painful memories he experiences force him to be such a person, he is a kind-hearted person towards his loved ones. No one can deny this.

Honestly, once Akutagawa falls in love with you, his behavior will completely change. Congratulations, you now have a puppy that follows you around and tries to bite when someone tries to approach you.

There is no one in Akutagawa's life who cares about him and tries to protect him, except Gin, and he longs to see the light. Even your smallest cold look will be enough to upset him. But it's not enough to leave you. Even if you are a rude person who breaks his heart or even if you leave him and move on to a new life, he will continue to follow you like a shadow.

I don't care what others think. In my opinion, Akutagawa is a baby who always needs attention. You should praise him. Baby, please praise him non-stop. Then there will be nothing he can't do for you.

He can also endure humiliations. As long as he knows you're not serious, he'll let you have fun with his however you want.

_________

"You again? When will you stop following me everywhere I go? Or are you still obsessed with me? Can't you get over me leaving the port mafia and joining the agency?" The question you asked with a grin was enough to make Akutagawa even more angry.

You waited as Rashomon attacked you once again, knowing it wouldn't be fatal. He was surprised that you waited without doing anything. He withdrew his unanswered attack before it could reach you. There was no need to fight if you weren't going to fight back.

"You're too injured to even fight back. But you still can't shut up."

"Why can't you just get the fuck out of me for once? I can't even die in peace, thanks to you."

You felt your consciousness fade away as Akutagawa approached you. The Guild's sudden raid left you seriously injured. They thought you were alone and attacked you, but they forgot about your ex who always kept following you. This led to the death of everyone there. When it came to protecting the ones he loved, no one could stand against Akutagawa.

"I saved your life. Is this how you respond? You're really rude, Y/N."

"How would you like me to thank you?"

"I will tell you this when I get better"

______________

"Only two months, so you've turned into a disobedient asshole in just two months. I need to re-teach you to obey me, Aku"

Akutagawa whines, involuntarily moving his body closer to yours to leave more marks on his pale skin. The wetness of your tongue and the warmth of your mouth... You grab his nipples and continue to play with them. Completely naked on the bed, he bites his hand to suppress his moans.

You had been apart for two months and your well-behaved baby had tried so hard not to touch himself as you commanded, but now, almost like the first day, his tight hole was enough to drive you both crazy.

he wraps his arms around his neck. He's doing everything he can to pull you closer, like it's even possible.

"Don't try to suppress your moans. I love hearing them, you know that right? I love it when the manager of the port mafia moans like a whore under me. Akutagawa, who trembles with fear in front of everyone, cries so cutely under me" his hole tightens around you. Every word you say brings his closer to hia orgasm.

As your grip on my waist tightened, you started to move with an even harder rhythm. Your beautiful baby was trying so hard to be quiet and you were trying hard to break that silence.

"It's probably the hundredth time we've done this and you're still embarrassed to even moan, good boy." His body tightens as soon as you hear his praises, making you smile.

"Ahh Y/N" his hole is squeezing you

His knuckles turn white as he contracts around the sheets of the bed, his head arching forward as his body thrusts forward with each hard thrust of his cock. "Ahh ahh I'm cumming. Please Y/N, I'm cumming."

"Already? It's still early though. Or has my little baby missed me so much that my slightest touch makes him come" You giggle and pull back to reveal the tears that are constantly flowing down your cheeks.

"Please, please, please..." he continues to beg as her tremors increase with each second. The moment when Akutagawa is most submissive is when he comes closest to orgasm, and you know very well how to use it.

"I asked you a question, Ryu. Answer me." He swallows as your hands move towards his stomach, tenderly caressing the lines of his slim waist.

" Yes, I did, damn it! Y/N, I really missed you. No one can fuck me like you. No one can make me like this except you. " You smile, running your fingers through Akutagawa's hair and pulling back hard, causing him to let out a high-pitched mewl.

"That's right, stupid whore, now you don't cum until I cum, you understand, right? " When your hard gaze meets his, he nods, afraid of disappointing you.

"No - no no no, I can't stand it" he shouts, amidst his desperate screams, as he accelerates his hips.

" You can do it, Ryu. My submissive baby obeys his master," Akutagawa's willpower slowly wanes as one hand curls towards his neglected cock. When he starts to speed up his hand based on the timing of his strokes, he scratches his back hard enough to make it bleed. The simultaneous stimulation was too much for Akutagawa.

"Y/N it hurts please, please, I can't, stop! Ahhh!" When he started squirting between your fingers, he was squeezing himself so hard that you couldn't hold back. He didn't care how loud your voice was as you came inside him and he came down on his belly.

While he finally calmed down a bit, he didn't know if what he was doing was disobedience or not. He looked at you with fear. It was a relief for him to see his compassionate expression instead of the harsh gaze he had been encountering for a long time.

You reached up to his lips and pulled him into a deep kiss. He wasn't the only one who missed it.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend again, Ryu?"

[anqelically]

hi hi i hope ur doing well <3

may i request for port mafia! dazai having a s/o who is a reowned assassin of the mafia.

s/o is someone intimidating and very capable of fighting. fast yet with a deadly and silent precision. basically, kind of like gin? except s/o uses a scythe not a dagger lol, and when s/o is around dazai or simply not in assassin-work mode, s/o turns out to be really soft, kind, shy, and sweet, and it's a side that only dazai gets to see !!

tysm :))

with a secretly sweet assassin s/o headcanons

featuring...! dazai osamu

content: no manga spoilers, "fluff" i don't know what genre you'd consider this to be

navi | bsd masterlist

when dazai first saw you in action, he didn’t think much. it was the port mafia, so he was used to being surrounded by killers, ability users or not. it was when he learned why you were an assassin that he actually took interest

you preferred to only kill other criminals. if you were tasked with having to kill someone innocent, you’d pass it on to one of your colleagues

when dazai learned this, he was confused. you were still killing the people too, considering you passed the task on instead of ignoring it. once he snuck himself into your life, which took quite long since he only bothered you during work, he figured out your process of thought

you were actually quite different when you weren’t on duty. you were kind, making it impossible to think you were in the port mafia after a simple conversation

once he gets to see the sweeter side of you, he always finds a way to where you are. it doesn’t matter if you’re on a mission, he’ll somehow make his way there under the cover that he’s to provide assistance. though, it’s not really a cover if he actually does find a way to help you out

he likes to poke your cheek to ask you to be a good little one and give him some attention. he definitely takes advantage of the fact you’re slightly younger and still rank lower than him to get what he wants

dazai likes to see that he’s the only one that’ll make you switch off from work mode. specifically, he likes it when others see you at least get shy from his constant comments and touches

you sometimes let your guard down when you think no one else is around, so someone’s bound to accidentally walk in on the two of you. you and dazai kept your relationship private. so even though he’d do his occasional flirting during work, it was still toned down. the last thing he wanted was for mori to find out there was something real

you’d be talking with dazai, smiling with his hands in yours when you hear glass shatter. it sounded like it was the window, so you immediately let go of him and summoned your large scythe through your ability

it doesn’t even go near the person’s neck because they immediately ducked, jumping away. when your eyes meet chuuya’s, he almost feels grossed out

he was just another person that saw you as an outstanding killer in the port mafia. you were quiet, usually only making conversation if necessary. and not to mention your skills. you could behead 5 people in one swipe of your scythe easily, so seeing you all sweet with dazai put a bad feeling in his stomach. if you were such a darling, why be intimate with a little devil like dazai? you’re not being manipulated, are you?

but moving on from that, there’s a part of dazai deep down that truly appreciates you. i think he’d also feel some sort of unspoken relief at the fact that you two shared the same world, one of death and killing. he knew that he’d trudge through life with you, someone who understood how he felt

note: hihi!! thank you for the request, i felt the sudden urge to write it and did pretty quickly haha,, the big scythe reminded me of zach (angels of death), and i think that's part of why i was drawn in LSJDK

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[quibbs126]

Okay, so I saw a post on Twitter a couple days ago by @leonisloresmith, where basically the idea is that the Ancients used to look different before they got their Soul Jams, and I liked the idea a lot. Cut to 24 hours later and it’s still on my mind, and so I’m like “screw it I’m stealing the idea” and so we got this

So yeah, pre-Soul Jam Ancients. I guess it’s sort of an AU, since as far as I can tell, in actual canon the Ancients have always looked the way they do

It’s only Hollyberry, Dark Cacao and Golden Cheese because they were the only ones I had thought about things for. I had drawn Pure Vanilla, but I realized that I wasn’t working with any real ideas, I was just drawing him for the sake of drawing them all, so I decided to just finish up these three for now and save Vanilla and Lily for another day

The original post didn’t specify changing the ingredients, but I wanted to because to be honest, there’s not a whole lot you can do to change their appearances while keeping their original names in my opinion. But I thought I should keep their core flavors similar, still being vanilla, berries, cacao/chocolate, cheese and flower (though I stuck with lilies to be consistent)

I have names for all of them, though tbh I’m still debating White Lily’s

Juniper Berry -> Hollyberry

Cacao Nib -> Dark Cacao

Cheese Dust -> Golden Cheese

Vanilla Bean -> Pure Vanilla

Wood Lily -> White Lily

It isn’t the names for the other two I’m particularly stuck on, rather it’s their backstories. Speaking of which, let’s get to what I have

So first, Juniper Berry. Juniper here I’m thinking came from a family that runs an inn or tavern, mostly just because of the whole berry juice thing. I imagine that despite the likely rowdy nature of her upbringing, it was a pretty good one. Truth be told that’s all I think I have to say on the matter, a lot less than I thought

I made her juniper berries because I wanted something in a different color, maybe something blue. And also because I randomly saw that juniper berries are apparently used in gin, and again, berry juice. I apologize to the Hollyberry fans, I really just focus on the berry juice aspect of her character when I know she has more going on. I was debating if I should make her skinnier, with the idea that she would have grown physically after getting her Soul Jam, but then I thought that’d be a really bad idea so I kept her as is. She can still be a strong girl and have Cacao be the one with the large physical change. Also I made her eyebrows round because that’s what Royal Berry has

Speaking of Cacao Nib, let’s get to him. So I imagine that Cacao grew up somewhere around the coast of the region and that generally, what family he had wasn’t very well off, and that he had to take on a lot of responsibility at a young age to help out. He’s also very small, even for his age. He also might be mute, or otherwise just very quiet

Okay this is one of my hyperfixation characters so I have more to say on him. I was struggling with his flavor since there’s not a lot you can do while keeping him cacao, but someone suggested to me cacao nibs and I went with that. As for his eyes, well they’re red because of Dark Choco. As for why the eye lines are dark, if you recall a previous post, I said I’m now headcanoning him as having some ancestry from the Licorice Tribe due to having sea salt in his dough (though not like his parents or anything, grandparents at least), and so I wanted to reference that here, as well as with his pin. It’s also why I’m putting him at the coast. Now granted, I recognize it makes more sense to make him related to the Coffee Tribe, with cacao having caffeine in it and his dilated pupil thing, but shush, let me do what I want. I wanted to make him the shortest so that basically, when he gets his Soul Jam, he magically shoots up to being the tallest, or maybe second tallest behind Hollyberry. Also him being short fits in with my headcanon that he’s the youngest Ancient

Next up and our final one for today, we have Cheese Dust. So Cheese was technically an orphan Cookie, but she was taken in and raised by a flock of Cheesebirds. She likes gold and shiny things, and also she does a lot of inventing, making small gadgets in her spare time, and trying to figure out if she can make functional wings for herself

I went with cheese dust for her because I think her original book description talked about cheese dust in it. And it sounds a little better than Cheese Powder to me. I know I made her eyes completely different than canon, but in part it was inspired by the other non-Golden Cheese Kingdom Cookies like Cheesecake and Roguefort, and also her eyes being triangle shaped in old concept art. And I just wanted to. The hair’s inspired by other pieces of concept art with her hair down, though I was struggling with what color to make it, eventually going with this. I wanted to make her the second shortest, being a bit taller than Cacao (though the difference is a lot smaller in the final picture), with the idea that while Cacao grows after getting her Soul Jam, she doesn’t, and so now she’s the shortest of the group

And I think that’s it for now, hopefully I’ll be able to get ideas for Vanilla and Lily done soon, I hope you find this enjoyable

[kimbapisnotsushi]

happy birthday aran!!! have some inarizaki hcs let's go

back when they first played shiratorizawa aran didn't know what to do bc tendou kept yelling weird shit at him and aran was, quite honestly, frightened for his life

tendou: "watch this i'm going to intimidate their ace so hard he won't be able to play properly and we'll win!" semi: "okay, what are you going to - " tendou, putting his hands around his mouth for the whole stadium to hear: "HEY NUMBER EIGHT, GET READY FOR ME TO PISS IN YOUR PANTS" semi: "dude what the fuck"

the twins are SO ready to fight and they probably would have if kita hadn't stepped in

kita didn't even have to do much he just stared down tendou with all the energy of "your most respected/favorite teacher is disappointed in you and you're going to cry bc of it" and tendou backed off

(for all of five minutes. then he started dumping on akagi but akagi gives what he gets so what the hell, kita let it slide)

this might be considered bad sportmanship tbh but it's funny as fuck so whatever

LMAO WAIT SORRY LOSING MY SHIT AT THE THOUGHT OF SHIRABU AND ATSUMU ON THE COURT AT THE SAME TIME THE IMPLICATIONS ARE SO FUCKED OH MY GOD

okay sorry back to the normal schedule

i think bc aran's the ace and court captain people try to follow his lead at school or ask him to make the final decision on things and such and he HATES it. it's soooooo much pressure and he really doesn't want to disappoint anyone!!

like no he does NOT want to be the tiebreaker for what their class should do during the school festival he just wants to walk around and eat a crepe. no he does NOT want to choose what paint color looks best for remodeling the garden fence why the fuck are you even asking him he's part of the volleyball club!!!! he always texts kita for help when this happens LMAO

and even if he DOES mess up the other students are always like, "ah, of course ojiro-san would do that!! he totally did that on purpose!! of course it's because [insert farfetched excuse here]!! why didn't we think of that either!!!"

if anyone's ever seen or read handa-kun (light-hearted prequel/spin-off to barakamon <33) it's basically that LMAO

kita's surprisingly good at telling scary stories

not just that but he tells normal stories in such a way that most people think he's telling a scary story first and then he says some totally mundane shit like "and that's why we no longer store our towels under the bed" and people are like. damn guess i'm not doing that either!!!

every day suna texts his sister one funny zero-context quote from practice. his sister has collected all of these and set up a twitter account for them.

gin thinks atsumu is going to get his ass kicked for not knowing when to shut the fuck up. atsumu thinks he's going to get his ass kicked because osamu paid someone to do it

osamu insists he wouldn't tho bc then he'd just do it himself for free

akagi, aran, and kita tease oomimi for being younger than them and make a running joke of ruffling his hair like a little kid which oomimi actually finds really comforting bc people usually shy away from being tactile with him. like guys come on oomimi is a sweetheart i love him so much

[romione-trope-fest]

Let's Go

Fic Title: Let’s Go

Author Name: flaming-brown-witch

Selected Trope: Muggle AU, Soulmates

Brief Summary: Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley meet one magical night at a pub during their final year of uni.  

Word Count: 1864

Rating: T

Any Trigger Warnings: none

******

Even from across the bar, she could see how blue his eyes were. 

Hermione wasn’t exactly sure why she couldn’t stop staring. Sure, his eyes were captivating but she typically didn’t find freckled redheads attractive. Nor burly men looking as though raised on a farm. She preferred a slight and slender male physique, likely because she felt more in control that way. 

The stranger’s eyes flashed in her direction again, and she immediately jerked her head down. Then, almost by its own accord, Hermione’s gaze lifted again. They caught eyes once before the stranger turned to continue his conversation with his raven-haired, bespectacled friend and his friend’s girlfriend. A hint of a smirk emerged on the stranger’s face. Judging by their identically-hued hair and a shared quality in their easygoing demeanour, perhaps found in the ways they leaned against the bar or shook their shoulders as they laughed, Hermione wondered if the girl was the stranger’s sister. 

The stranger’s bespectacled friend said something to him, eliciting a mirthful punch to the shoulder. That hint of a smirk never really went away, even as the stranger kept his eyes trained on his two acquaintances.

Suddenly, the friend and the probable sister stood up and bid their farewells. As the couple moved towards her direction to reach the exit, the female redhead regarded Hermione with what appeared to be unabashed, gleeful curiosity. Her boyfriend behaved in the opposite, determinedly avoiding eye contact. He put two flat palms on his girlfriend’s cheeks and positioned her head away from Hermione. 

“What?” Hermione heard the girl say liltingly to her beau as they passed her. 

“Right, that’s my cue to leave, too, then,” said a voice from somewhere around Hermione’s right ear.  

Oh, crap. She had almost forgotten that she was with Parvati. Hermione swivelled in her friend’s direction. “What do you mean?”

Parvati raised an impish eyebrow. “Don’t think I hadn’t noticed you eye-bonking that ginger tree of a man for the past five minutes.” She jerked her head in the stranger’s direction. “Here’s your chance now that his mates are gone. Good luck, love you!”

Hermione grasped Parvati’s arm. “No, Parvati, don’t leave me—”

“He’s coming over, let go of me!”

Hermione swivelled again. Sure enough, the blue-eyed, red-haired stranger had left his seat and was rounding the corner of the bar, his gaze on Hermione now steady and uninterrupted.

Hermione swivelled back towards Parvati in a panic, but Parvati was already at arm’s length from the exit. Hermione took a deep breath. She reminded herself that this was exactly why she agreed to let Parvati drag her out that night. Hermione had been needing a viable distraction for quite some time. Finally, it seemed that she had found a solid candidate for the task.

Hermione slowly turned. Solid in more ways than one, she noted, craning her neck to fully take in his towering profile. Proximity revealed (to her relief) that he was better described as broad rather than burly, with a body that seemed more suited for competitive swimming or basketball than powerlifting. Freckles dotted almost every corner of his face and neck, disappearing into the collar of his maroon knit jumper. His eyes were nothing short of arresting up close. They shone with amusement from the interaction he had witnessed between her and Parvati. 

“Hi,” he smiled.

“Hi.” Hermione cursed herself for sounding so breathless. 

He pointed to her empty glass. “Can I buy you another drink?”

“Okay,” she said after a beat, smiling shyly.

He ordered Hermione another gin and tonic and another lager for himself before claiming Parvati’s vacated seat. 

The bartender was quick to fetch the beer. 

“Ah, cheers, mate,” the stranger said after settling on the stool and noticing the bottle held in his direction. He grabbed it and inclined it toward the bartender, who nodded graciously. 

The stranger set the bottle on the sticky counter and looked back at Hermione. 

“I’m Ron.” He extended a hand, and she took it, firm and calloused against her soft skin. She wondered if he was actually raised on a farm. 

“Hermione.”

“Her- Hermione? Hermione. Hermione.” It was as if he were moulding her name to fit exactly right in his mouth. He grinned at her. Two of his front teeth were crooked, angled symmetrically. They gave his smile an intriguing aspect of permanent mischief. “That’s an interesting name, Hermione.”

She grinned back, cheeks warm. She liked the ease with which his tongue was now able to wrap around the four syllables. 

“My mum’s an interesting person,” she shrugged. Worried that her meaning wasn’t clear, she added, “She’s the one who named me.”

Ron’s grin widened. “Yeah, somehow I got that.”

Hermione gave him a look that was both appraising and coy. The bartender placed her drink in front of her, and she thanked him before taking a sip. 

“Are you a student at Trogshaw?” she asked Ron.

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah. I’m in my final year, studying law.”

“I’m in my final year, too. Business.”

“Ah, that explains it.”

Ron blinked, causing his gossamer eyelashes to flutter. His mouth twitched. “Explains what?”

“Lots of things,” said Hermione loftily. “But mainly why we’ve never met before.”

His mouth continued to turn upwards. “Are you sure about that? Seems like you’ve managed to figure out quite a lot about me in the, er, minute or so we’ve been talking.”

Hermione leaned slightly back with confidence. “I just know your type. Blokey, follows rugby like it’s a religion, makes a habit of chatting up girls at bars and carelessly discarding them when you’re done.”

“Wow. Impressive.”

Hermione smiled indulgently. 

“For your information,” countered Ron with a competitive glint in his eyes, “my religion is not rugby, it’s football. This is actually my first time chatting up a girl at a bar. I suppose blokey is debatable, depends on your definition.”

Hermione raised her eyebrows. “What are your thoughts about feminism?”

Without missing a beat, Ron stood up, turned his back to Hermione, and began marching toward the exit. Hermione’s mouth dropped open, but before she could fully react, he swung right back and sat down. He looked incredibly pleased with himself for the little act.

Hermione closed her mouth and mock-glared at him. “Now I really want to know what your thoughts are about feminism.”

Ron shrugged and took a swig of his drink. “I sympathise with feminist aims, I suppose. I just think sometimes the tactics go overboard.”

“Just sometimes?”

He smirked but his cheeks turned slightly pink. “A lot of times.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes and quipped smugly, “Can we agree on blokey then?" 

Still smirking, Ron took another swig of his drink. "You’re a hardcore feminist, I reckon.”

“Militant,” she said with relish. Then she shrugged. “But I have my critiques of the movement as well."  

Ron tilted his bottle towards Hermione. "A toast, then, to critiquing feminism.”

Hermione let out an incredulous laugh. “I am not toasting to that with a blokey white man." 

Hermione immediately worried if she went too far in referring to Ron’s race, but he seemed completely unfazed. His expression was instead contemplative. He attempted another toast. "Down with capitalism?”

She smiled. “Isn’t that a bit against your career path?" 

"Yeah, but we’re all hypocrites, innit?”

Her smile converted to laughter as she lifted her drink. “Cheers to the abject shittiness of human nature, then.”

Ron eyed Hermione’s periwinkle headband and matching cardigan. “Wouldn’t have pegged you as the type to swear.”

“Well, we’re both just breaking stereotypes tonight, aren’t we?”

Grinning, they clinked glasses and drank. Hermione set her glass on the counter and contemplated Ron with a bit of disbelief. It defied logic how effortless it was to be with him. Never before had she been able to drop pretences so quickly with someone. It gave her a hint of vertigo. She could barely drop pretences with people she’s known her entire life. 

Ron must have felt similarly. After a moment of matching Hermione’s gaze, he said, “I’m sorry. I swear this isn’t some chat or anything. But I really do feel like we’ve met before.”

Hermione arranged her features to look pointedly unimpressed. 

“Oh, come on,” said Ron, laughing. “When we first made eye contact…you…you didn’t feel it?”

“Feel what?” asked Hermione, her expression softening. 

Ron hesitated. “This, I dunno, recognition or something. Familiarity.”

Hermione simply stared at him. Ron looked down, a flush spreading across his cheeks like wildfire. “Sorry, just being a weirdo…”

“I felt it.”

Ron looked up, eyes as hopeful as they were intense. It was Hermione’s turn to flush. 

“But I’m sure we’ve never met before,” she asserted. There was no way she could ever forget those eyes.

Ron regarded her for a bit longer before saying, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He drained his bottle. “After you finish that, wanna get out of here?”

“And go where?”

Ron smirked at Hermione’s furrowed eyebrows. 

“My dungeon,” he said in a creepy voice, twiddling his long fingers together. He dropped his hands and his voice returned to normal. “No, my mate—" 

He stopped as soon as he registered the highly disconcerted look on Hermione’s face.

"Please,” he said in a constrained plea, “forget I made that stupid fucking comment. I’m sorry…I just…” He pulled at his hair and looked pained. “I have this, like, tendency to take things a bit too far and…we just met and even though I feel like I’ve known you, we don’t actually know each other at all, so there’s no way for you to know…my intentions. Blimey, what a nightmare, fucking cocked this up, haven’t I…?”

He leapt as if burned by his seat, drew out his wallet, and threw a twenty-pound note on the table. “Bye, Hermione,” he said without meeting her eyes. “It was honestly really nice meeting you. Hope you have a nice life…”

As he turned to leave, Hermione grabbed his arm. “You were going to say something about your mate?”

Ron beheld her hand for a moment, as if it were something fantastical, before looking up. “Dean, yeah. It’s his first art opening. He’s really good, actually, sort of a prodigy. That’s where my lot and I were headed and then I, er, saw you…”

Hermione lifted her drink to her lips, tipped her head back, and downed it. “Let’s go,” she said, hopping off her stool.

Ron’s eyes, already bulging from how quickly she finished her drink, widened further at her comment. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She shot him a wicked smile. “Somehow I feel like this night will be worth it even if you do leave me dying in a ditch somewhere.”

With that, Ron’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Hermione sauntered towards the exit, sensing him scrambling to keep pace. As the cold night air hit her face, Hermione felt a thrill she associated with the first time she set foot on The University of Trogshaw’s campus. Or being on a roller coaster teetering just over the brink before hurtling into the exhilarating unknown. She felt as though she stood at the precipice of an entirely new world, ready to immerse herself in an entirely new way of being.

[archaiclumina]

Because I am such a lucky duck °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ @iron-sparrow and @viiioca °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ tagged me in this banger meme again! So I get to do it for Oli after all \o/ ₊⊹♡ Thank you both for thinking of me!! ₊⊹♡

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Name: Oliviede Ebrelnaux (Phonetic: OH-LIHV-ee-yee-dah EHB-rel-NAH)

Nicknames: Just Oli

Age: 35

Nameday: 21st Sun of the Sixth Umbral Moon

Gender: Female, although non-binary wouldn't be wrong either, really.

Orientation: Asexual.

Profession: Travelling herbalist/alchemist. Occasional anthropogeologist.

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Hair: Black with a few wisps of grey here and there.

Eyes: Mossy green

Skin: Pale.

Tattoos/scars: An assortment of artistic branding and scarification, self-administered. Oli has brands on her palms, sternum, biceps and Achilles heels, currently. She will likely acquire more designs over her body as time goes on.

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Parents: Father, Astervain Ebrelnaux Mother, Orella Ebrelnaux nee Cordwyk

Siblings: None. Interracial mixing is considered kind of a taboo by the games canon and so I assumed Oli's parents were nice enough not to put another kid through all that.

Grandparents: Grandfather, Fernerin Ebrelnaux Grandmother, Amianne Ebrelnaux nee Contillaud

Grandfather, Wyat Cordwyk Grandmother, Tilla Cordwyk nee Kemp

In-laws and Other: For some context, Most of Oli's family died in the Calamity. Her Aunt on her Mother's side is her only living relative, and Ermina and Orella had fallen out a few years prior to the fall of Dalamud. Her Aunt married a fellow survivor of the Calamity who had lost his wife and became step-mother of his two young children. They live in Eastern Thanalan, and Oli's Aunt is a member of the Alchemist's Guild in Ul'dah. But, thanks to the past difficulties between her Mother and Aunt, Oli has a strained relationship with the surviving members of her family. But, here they are! Aunt, Ermina Cooke nee Cordwyk Uncle, by marriage, Ricard Cooke Cousins, by marriage not blood, Willem Cooke, Edila Cooke.

Pets: None, unless you count Chessie, which you can. However Oli see's Chessie much more like a person than a pet.

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Abilities: Alchemy, botany, herbalism, aetherofloraculture and horticulture, conjuration magic, a really mean left hook.

Hobbies: Gardening, baking, making perfume, listening to Cyfrenne gossip and tutting appropriately, babysitting Callineaux on field work assignments, helping Leon name his mammets.

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Most Positive Trait: Very patient!

Most Negative Trait: Very patient.

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Colors: Oli's favorite colour is yellow, however she wears it rarely. She is more prone to wearing earthy tones, deep browns, greys and creams, greens, a rust red here and there.

Smells: Patchouli, basil, petrichor, fresh bread, copper

Textures: Autumn leaves, river stones, finely spun gauze, heated metal

Drinks: Tea with a slice of lemon, apple juice, Gin Bramble

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Smokes: Not habitually, but yes, she usually has some on her. Primarily herbal cigarettes like clove, or in-universe equivalents of mugwort or coltisfoot.

Drinks: Socially or for ritualistic reasons.

Drugs: Socially or for ritualistic reasons.

Mount Issuance: Oli's mount is a Chocobo named Chessie. An old, barren breeding mare that was among the bo's that fled from Ishgard into the Shroud. As the bird wasn't much use to Bentbranch, she bought her from them, and Chessie has traveled with her just about everywhere since. Chessie is short for Chestnut, and though I haven't gotten around to dying her in-game mount, I headcanon Chessie's feathers have taken on a darker tan as she's aged, which is why Oli gave her that name.

Been Arrested: No, Oli's always kept her head down because she's half-Hyur and that's what her parents and extended family always told her to do. She got pulled up a few times for fighting in both Ul'dah and Dravania during her studies, (because she isn't the best with conflict and using her words to communicate feelings like anger.) But she's never had to spend any time behind bars.

Thank you both so much for the tags! It was fun to do this again with Oli! <3 I will try to tag a few folks who might not have had a chance to do this yet, or who I think have alts they might like to do it with! As always, absolutely no pressure if you've already done it/don't want to!

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖@aislingsurrow, @dumb-hat, @thefreelanceangel, @brazenshieldffxiv, @gatheredfates, @riftdancing, @starforger, @sealrock, @cantspelldragoonwithoutgoon, @shroudkeeper, @starres-stuff, and @houserosaire ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

[liiilyevans]

"i should still hate you. why can't i hate you?"

exs to lovers prompts

This is your warning for a good heart ripping :) (I promise to put it back together at the end though) Part 1. Part 2.

"i should still hate you. why can't i hate you?"

"Hi, Ginny."

Ginny nearly choked on her whiskey. Mrs. Potter was standing right next to her, red hair shining and those green eyes lighting up her face. Ginny hadn't expected her to come and talk to her among all the bustle of the Quidditch League charity event. She and Mr. Potter owned a share of a team and were here to support them. Ginny and Harry were broken up; there was no reason for her to over here.

"Hi, Mrs. Potter," she managed to choke out.

"I've told you, it's Lily," the other woman said. "How are you?"

"Uh, great." When had it gotten so hot in here?

"I saw that you were in the running for Chaser of the Year," Mrs. Potter said, grinning brightly. "That's so exciting. James and I just know that you're going to win it. You've flown fabulously this year." She leaned in. "I'm not supposed say this, but we're both rooting for you to win the British and Irish League this year."

Ginny was drowning in Lily Potter's kindness. This event would be so much easier if she hated Ginny and turned her nose up at her. Yet here they both were, Mrs. Potter offering the kindest compliments and Ginny struggling not only with what to say, but with her feelings for the other woman's son.

"Hey, Mum."

Speak of the devil.

Harry leaned down and kissed his mum on the cheek, but his eyes were fixed on Ginny.

"Harry, I thought you weren't supposed to be back from that Auror mission until Monday," Mrs. Potter said pleasantly.

"Boss let me go early," Harry said. He looked dashing in his suit, but Ginny always thought he looked handsome with his messy hair and green eyes. It was why she kept allowing herself to be hurt by him. That and she thought he might come to his senses.

"What are you doing here?"

The joyful voice of James Potter joined the melee as he came up behind his son, and Ginny felt so claustrophobic. She watched as Mr. Potter hugged his son and they all acted like nothing had changed, like she was still part of their little family. The Potters were nice like that, and it was like they'd inadvertently stabbed a dagger through her heart.

"Ginny!" Mr. Potter said enthusiastically. "How's are Chase of the Year?"

Ginny tried to smile. "I haven't won it yet."

He winked at her as he wrapped an arm around his wife. "I've no doubt that you will. And if they choose someone else, they're daft."

Ginny nodded as she glanced over his shoulder. "I think my coach is waving me over."

"Oh, of course," Mrs. Potter said. "We'll have to get together sometime though. Just you and me. We've missed you."

Ginny nodded unable to speak for the lump forming in her throat. As she swept past the group, she thought she heard Mr. Potter say something that sounded like 'go after her.'

She was already halfway down the hall and heading toward the exit when Harry grabbed her arm.

"Ginny, wait," he said, tugging her around to face him. He looked upset, though he had no right to be. He was the one who dumped her. He was the one who started this whole mess.

"I should hate you," she whispered lowly. "Why can't I just hate you?"

Harry's green eyes widened. "I don't want you to hate me, Gin. Please, just . . ."

"Just what?"

"I'm sorry."

Ginny shook her head. Sorry wasn't enough. If it was, they wouldn't be in this position in the first place.

"You're the one who left me, remember?" she said and this time there was venom in her voice. "You left me, and you didn't even give me a real reason why."

"I didn't want you to get hurt," he finally burst out. "There's a possibility that I don't come back from some of these assignments or that someone targets you to hurt me." Both of his hands were on her arms now. "I couldn't live with that, Gin."

"Don't you think that I should decide for myself if I want to take that risk?" she said hotly, taking a step toward him.

"I'm beginning to realize that, yeah," he muttered.

Then they were kissing and it was like they had never stopped.

[ellus986]

Call me daddy!

Pedro Pascal x reader one shot

Note: you are Pedro’s make up artist while filming last of us.

Warning: drinking, kissing, forplay and unprotected sex

You arrive early on the set, so you can have your breakfast in peace before work, while facetiming your bestfriend.

“He is such a daddy!” Fan girls Letty.

“You tell me? I work with him, he is 100% a daddy!” You bite from your banana, but freeze in the movment as you see Pedro’s reflection in the mirror already closing the door behind himself, with a cocky smile on his face. He 100% heard you, and you still having a banana in your mouth. “Sorry, I need to go!” You end the call not even waiting for an answer. “Sorry, I thought I had a little time before you arrive…” you say with a fully red face, as his smirk is unwashable from his face.

“It is my fault, I came early!” You could swear he winked at you, but it is more possible you are going insane. “So tell me a little about yourself!”

“Me? Oh no, I’m not that interesting!” You blush even more as he looks you up and down before answering.

“I beg to differ!” That cocky smile again, it made your whole inside clanch.

“If you say so!” You finish your breakfast, and turn to make his makeup.

“Tell me if I cross a line…”

“No, no, no! I think I crossed a line when I called you daddy… even I did not wanted you to hear it…” you blush, but make eyecontact in the mirror.

“I’m gladly listen to it!” That cocky smile again, does he know how he effects you?

Few weeks later:

Pedro kept on with the flirting since you called him daddy, and you were a partner in it.

You are eating a chocolate bar as he is opening the door.

“Daddy is here!” He immidietly locks eyes with you, and puts on an even more cockier smile than he had on entering. “You are teasing me!”

“Am I?” You asking, while eating your bar the sexiest you ever had.

As he sits down you put your hand on his shoulder. He turns to kiss it, and it send a shiver down your spine. It wasn’t the first time. Even you haven’t done anything more than little touches, it was something, something special, atleast for you.

“Pedro! Don’t move around I can’t work like this!” You giggle.

“Please, call me daddy!” He looks at you, and you feel defeted.

“Okay daddy! I need to pay my rent so I shall work so I don’t get fired!” You giggle, smoothing some hair out of his face.

“Do you want me to pay your rent?” He ask jokingly, still you know there is some Truth to it.

“Ofcourse not!” You answer. “I can do that!”

“Sure you do!”

Later that night:

You are sitting in a nearby pub drinking gin tonic waiting for Letty, when you see Pedro across the room with some costars. He looks at you, you glace over him, but than turn back to the counter. You know better not to think anything more than you have.

Your bestie finally arrives so you can get more and more drunk together.

“Why can’t daddy take his eyes off of you?” Letty giggles into your ear as you two are already pretty drunk.

“He is not even looking!” You turn in his way but he is speaking with someone.

“Just wait, three, two, one!” As she says it, he turnes in your way, with burning eyes. You look away, not knowing what you want.

As the night goes on you start to dance on the dancefloor near to the cast’s table. You try not to look at him, but time to time your eyes locks and you feel lost. When you are about to order one more round of gin tonic he steps behind you.

“You been a naughty little girl all night!” He wishpers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Pedro, I’m here to have fun with my best friend, and you are here to have a good time with your cast members!” You don’t turn, looking in his dark eyes would break you.

“Last time you didn’t called me that!” He sounds huffish as he steps even more closer to you.

“Last time we were alone, and I was your dirty little secret…” you wouldn’t be mad about it, if he wouldn’t act like this in public, you are okay with being a secret, as long it takes no further, and you two can live your separet lifes.

“You think you are just that?” He grabs your arm and turns you in his way. “You think I want you to be a secret?” As you nod he continues. “No sugar, I think about you day and night, it kills me how much I want to fuck you, even right now,right here… God I am dying here longing for you!” You stare at him like he is out of his mind.

“Don’t be a pussy, daddy!” Walks past Bella, with a hug grin on her face.

“You never were a secret!” He cups your face, and before you could say anything he kisses you. “I never kept you a secret!”

“So you are thinking about fucking me?” When he can’t look in your eyes you continue. “Everytime you walked in on me with something in my mouth, I wanted something else there!” You lick his lips, and he gets his familier cocky smile on.

“So should we stay like we have no plans at all, or make it obvious and go to my room right now and make love?”

“I may will be the whore of the set, but I vote for plan b!” You giggle into his mouth before kissing him. “I just need to say good Bye to Letty!”

“With what excuse?” He laughs as you start looking for her.

“Oooh I’m doing what she ordered me to do weeks ago!” You laugh uncontrolable.

Both of you say your good byes and than grab eachothers hand at the door. He speeds up as soon as you two are on the street.

5 minutes later he opens his door and lets you in his hotel room, as you step in he shots the door and pushes you to the wall, kissing you so passoinet you can’t even breath. He undresses you even faster, before you could push him and change positions so now you are in charge and he is at the wall.

You get down his shirt before kissing his chest and abs getting on your knees. You unbutton his jeans realising he has nothing under it.

“You really…”

“Yes, I was thinking of it all day, all night… wondering how big… Oh my God!” You can’t finish as you push his pants down to his ankles.

“Satisfied?” He chuckles.

“Defenetly!” You wishper onto his member and he shivers, before you could lick it, and suck it. His knees are weakened, and shivers runs through his body time to time, and you work your way down with your mouth.

“I’m so close… but I want to play with you first!” He moans before pushing you away, and lifting you up, so he can easily walk to the bed with you, while kissing you again. His mouth fells to your cunt. He licks you so intensive you curl your back and moan.

“Please, Daddy fuck me!” You moan trying to keep your head up, not being a total mess.

“You sure about it?” He stops and looks in your eyes.

“You want my consent?” When he lets nods with a shy look on his face you continue. “Yes Daddy, I want you to fuck me here and now!” He gets on top of you and kisses your lips. You shiver as his cock touches your enterence. His groan echos on your neck as he kisses you there while slowly sliding into you. “Please, Daddy faster!” You are already on the verge of a climax, when he does as you say and speeds up. “Pedro!” You scream his name as you cum, and he goes even faster keeping you on the edge.

“Y/N!” He groans seconds later as he follows you, and covers your still clenching walls with his seeds.

He falls next to you hardly breathing, your heart is pounding too. He hugs you and keeps you close, as you fall asleep listening to his fast beating heart.

[beanieman]

How do you think each character would react to having fans/a fandom. I feel like all of them except like. The already famous ones would be utterly horrified

(Realistically I think all of them would be horrified that people enjoyed or related to their personalities when they were in a death game. However, let's pretend they would be chill with it for a minute because I want to write headcanon's about how the YTTD characters would handle having fans.)

Sara Chidouin - Sara is really flustered. She's embarrassed about how many people know about her, and mostly worried that they've seen her do something embarrassing. She tries to keep the weird girl energy in check around strangers. Unfortunately.

Joe Tazuna - Joe thinks it's cool and is a bit giddy about it. He thinks it's so neat how many people like his personality and he does like to brag to Sara that he's famous. (Even though she's famous as well. Which he's quick to admit to!)

More Undercut

Gin Ibushi - Gin is quick to tell his Mom about his newfound fame and the power of stardom rushes to his head before you could even say "Spa Penguin."

Keiji Shinogi - Keiji's first reaction is "Why?" but then he shrugs it off. Having that many eyes on him makes him nervous.

Alice Yabusame - Alice is shocked that he has a fandom. If anyone would have fans he assumed it would be Reko. He doesn't really know what to do with the information and suddenly feels like a socially awkward young man on stage again.

Reko Yabusame - A part of Reko thinks it's cool. Another wishes she'd be more well known for her music instead of a death game. She appreciates everyone who takes an interest in her craft rather then her predicament.

Nao Egokoro - Nao yells about it because how is she able to handle THAT? Mishima and Sara calm her down and eventually convince her to embrace it.

Kazumi Mishima - Mishima is very self conscious very quickly. He wants to set a good example for his fans and wants to make sure his behavior is worthy of someone with eyes on them.

Q-taro Burgerberg - Q-Taro is shocked by how flustered he feels. He wishes people didn't see him at his worse, but is still really thankful that people liked him anyways and were understanding to his actions. Eventually he becomes excited about this because it means more people are cheering him on.

Kai Satou - Kai is a little freaked out but mostly doesn't acknowledge the situation in hopes it'll go away. He's not comfortable with how many people know he's an assassion.

Kanna Kizuchi - Kanna is incredibly touched that so many people appreciate her. She has such a low view of herself that it's amazing to hear about the amount of fans who love her character.

Shin Tsukimi - Shin spirals into paranoia. He doesn't like that people were watching him nor that they know him now. It makes him feel watched, and he only needs to find one meta blog overanalyzing his every action to loose his mind.

Dolls

Ranmaru Kageyama - Ranmaru handles it in the most mentally unhealthy way possible. He starts viewing everyone who likes him as a friend, and quickly develops unhealthy parasocial relationships.

Naomichi Kurumada - Naomichi is really excited because this is really going to help his career. He starts "casually" trying to show off his strength just to make a point about how good one of his matches would be.

Anzu Kinashi - Anzu is overwhelmed immediately. She doesn't know how to handle so many people having eyes on her, so she tries to run away. She hits the wall and knocks herself out.

Mai Tsurugi - Mai bats her eyelashes and puts on the most charming smile possible before promoting her bakery.

Shunsuke Hayasaka - Shunsuke gives a very sheepish and nervous "Thank you?" while hoping that people won't think about him cursing out Sara too much.

Hinako Mishuku - Hinako is mostly nervous that people know her secret now. She'd rather have kept that under wraps.

[punk-in-docs]

‼️YOU (don’t) KNOW I’M NO GOOD‼️

Detective (Killer) Quinn x Reader

3.6k words - Sequel to Tainted Love -

Inspired by *that* photo shoot - this is for @ceriseheaven 💋

Summary: Danger is apparently closer than you realise. ‼️ TW dark themes within: graphic descriptions of death/murder, and some mild stalking ‼️ porn coming up hot in the next one folks (I forever wish I could be one of those writers who just hops right on into writing smut - you’ll have to hear me waffle a little bit first Kay?)

A Hooker is found dead off Sunset Boulevard. Throat slit.

Her lanky limbs, stuffed into a horrible stinking dumpster behind the Whisky a Go-Go.

A blue dime store high heel lays in the alley. There’s blood spattered on it

You were there like a flash. Still tripping into your heels and zipping up your skirt, pulling on panty hose. Doing up your pussy bow blouse as you waited at the bus stop. No food or coffee in your belly. You’d no time.

Just sheer gut adrenaline and deep throbbing hunger for this continuing nightmare. Your story is here and you’ll hunt it out.

The bucking up bootstrap talk you give to yourself every morning. Shaking off shallow sleep. Finding that well of your elbow grease and getting the bit tight between your teeth. Grabbing your lipstick and your voice recorder as you run out the door.

Forever hauling ass to and from the corner of Clinton and Larchmont at the Chronicle office. Whenever you’re needed; have pen and gumption, will travel.

Sleeping at your desk with a deadly knotted crick in your neck. Back and fucking forth, from your baby pink and slowly rotting Las Palmas apartment building.

You exist from ends to end of cigarettes and chucking back shots of bourbon at night after a steamy shower. You scrounged your way by on half snatched lunches on the go, mustard hotdogs or everything bagels, black coffee, two sugars, no creamer. Gin with ice and lemon on Friday nights, and little to no sleep at all.

News never sleeps. Why should you-

You’d scrape to the bottom of this hellscape crime if it killed you.

Oh Birdie, Birdie, Birdie.

Another girl mangled dead. Another bloodstain soaking into the very same stretch of tarmac that’s laid with the gold star walk of fame.

A house way up in the Hollywood hills with two male roommates. And now a Hooker dead a stones throw off the boulevard. It’s random. There’s no pattern there. No food-chain event to yet glimpse a rhythm in.

You’d managed to elbow your way past the male reporters. Balding fat Murray’s and Brad’s, who came flocking from the Times and the Glendale Press.

With their cheap brown suits and oily moustaches. Ketchup blobbed on their polyester shirts and sweat pit stains, and usual brand of misogynistic bullshit. The way they talk about the dead hooker is like she was vermin.

You struck gold. You found the girls. You shamelessly shove your nose, and your cheap Jet Rag heels, all up into the business of the deceased’s friends.

Gathered around the cordon with you, tear streaked. Wiping weepy mascara trails. Last nights make up still caked on and very high heels. Hickies around their necks and up fingertip marks cobwebbed up their thighs.

You don’t take shit from them. No male reporter thinks their input is valuable? You do. You carve out time for them in this callous fast paced city that sees them as unwanted features.

You learn her name. Skinny Tina. So called because of her love of smack. Junkie to it. Liked leopard print dresses and her blue denim jacket. Smoked lucky’s. Came from Nashville. Old fixture on this block. Older than the stars she trod over.

You learn how she kept her corner. Worked her patch solid, from Bob Hope, all the way up to Ella Fitzgerald. That was her turf.

They tell you about the John she got off with last night when they last saw her. You cling to that morsel like it’s your lifeline. Root out as much as you can.

Scribble furiously. White male. Mid forties. Red Thatcherite braces, whiff of Wall Street about him. Prick from a lawyers office or some shit like that.

You nod. You ask. You write. Pulling meat off the bones of this case

You’ve no idea you’re being watched.

From behind the shiny windscreen of a Porsche no less. He sips his shitty weak coffee. Slips his eyes all over you as you stand there with the hookers. Unswerving determination behind those glasses lenses of yours.

You give each of them your card. You tell them to get in touch if another girl goes missing. Or if anything happens. Catch anyone skulking around. Ring you. Day or night.

Like you care toots. You just want your name in the paper right? They stand there with one hip cocked. Eyeing you with spiky pessimism.

You’re punchy. You meet eyes and you don’t shrivel away. “I care.”

You scribble your personal number on the back in red biro and hand it over. Shove it at them with hard core stoicism. You take the time to stand here and give a shit about these women.

You stand behind the yellow tape and write endlessly on your pad, the girls drift away from you. Heels clicking sharp on tarmac. Back into the filthy streets. Back to brutality and drugs and trying to make a living.

The cops buzz around the scene like the very same flies that drift off the trash. Shooing people off from the alleyway. Overflowing garbage trampled all over the sticky greasy puddles in the concrete.

Poor girl. No place to die.

You feel your heart sink low, dragging deeper down like sediment as you consider how it must have been to have it all end like that, in a place like this.

This shining golden city of angels and hope and promise, and this is the worst part of its seedy underbelly. Rock clubs of legendary name and girls selling themselves outside of it. Dying out in the back alley, being left to rot like trash.

Worst of all, is that no one gives a shit. Another hooker dead.

That’s LA’s normal beat baby.

Out the corner of your eye you catch that car again. Flash of it. Hot rod red. Waxed shiny. You know he’d be here somewhere.

He strides into the crime scene past you. Time of no concern. Dunkin’ coffee cup in hand. Licking sugar glaze off his lips. Box of six glazed his other hand. Like this is some sort of brunch date, and not the scene of a homicide.

The big boots are still a fixture. Bell bottom black trousers like he’s on the set of Starsky & Hutch. Sitting on that trim slutty waist. Sways with his hips as he walks. A satin black button up with a too big collar, undone to his sternum. Wearing a gold medallion chain with a saint, but he sure as hell ain’t one.

His neck swims in sainted things but his hands have committed all manner of sins.

Peers at you across those ray bans. Brown eyes swimming up your legs. Licks his lips. Sweet sugar.

That prim little blouse he swears he can see your bra poking through. Dainty lace cups holding your tits. Skirt grazing good big sexy handfuls of your hips.

Fuck you look heavenly.

“Well well. If it ain’t my little Birdie.” He calls across to you as the tape is lifted for him by a stony faced cop. Macabre grin.

You look up from your pad. Meet those swallowing chocolate eyes. He’s leering over his shades at you.

“Quinn.” You swallow.

Try to ignore the way the blaze of morning sun slips like liquid amber down his skin. Slipping between his pecs and collarbones like he’s bathed in mandarin orange oil. Glimmering off that necklace. Ocean cold blue neon from buzzing sign shot through those dark curls from behind. Bleeding out the alley.

You don’t know what it is about him that you like. He looks so wildly slutty that it’s making your mouth water. He’s definitely anything but boring, and your mind absolutely runs to a filthy place with that insinuation

He’s got you trying to recall the last instance you carved out time for some sex in your life. It had been months. The clench in your gut made you aware.

“Are we making a habit of this?” He checks. Narrows eyes at you all playfully.

You, me, the yellow crime scene tape. Mangled bodies. Sirens shrieking. Yeah. Romantic as hell-

“Let’s hope not. Detective. Hardly the stuff of foreplay.” You counter. “Can I get a quote for tomorrows edition.”

“Wouldn’t that be neat of me.” He teases.

You bite back annoyance. He sees it in the scrunched set of your jaw.

He brings up another doughnut to his lips and takes a huge untamed bite. Smirking at you.

He swaggers away and up to the dumpster. Prances around the evidence. Not that the killer left much- blood spattered shoe. The cut throat. Same old same old. Blah blah blah.

You sigh as you make ready to leave. Blood out of a stone. You won’t get anything else here.

Only a small scrap of what you’d hoped for clutched in your pocket. That will get you shunted back to your usual place on page six.

You turn away and begin to head up the Boulevard. Maybe you’d find a place for some breakfast. Your feet are aching. Head sour for lack of caffeine.

“Miss.” Comes a bark from a gruff cop. Who steps under the tape and towards you.

“Chronicle. I was just leaving.” You flash him your staff badge and back away thinking you’re gonna get chewed out for being nosy. You’re a girl reporter, the axe blows tend to fall heavier on you from grumpy cops. Sexist fuckers.

“Quinn asked me to give you this.”

He hands you an empty cigarette packet. Lucky Strikes. The paper is worn thin. Perfumed like it’s been in a purse. Not a pocket.

Skinny Tina smoked Lucky’s.

You look at the cop. He just rolls one shoulder up in a shrug. Not his job to care. Plods away.

You open the well thumbed crimson cigarette packet and inside is a line of scrawled text. Slanted spidery scrawl. Pin nib stabbing into the paper.

This is the work of a serial killer.

Your world grows cold. Sudden and terrible like someone’s sucked out all the dry choke of that LA heat. You thumb the packet in your hands. When you peer up and spin back to the cordon-

Quinn locks his eyes on you. And smiles. Those eyes glow at you.

There’s your story, Birdie.

~

Rain is LA is vanishingly rare. But when it comes, it comes fucking furiously.

It’s spitting down your windows so hard it’s like it will do anything in its power to shatter the glass.

Palm fronds from the stumpy trees outside your windows skate and scrape the glass and cast long fingers of spindly shadows. A faded essence of tropical paradise about this shabby place. The pink walls, palm trees. The empty pit of a mouldy swimming pool out back, filled with graffiti, crumbling tiles and trash.

The air walking home was so thick and smooth you could sip it. Full up of rain clouds and chasing away the humidity.

You turn home and show your back to this water-logged night. Your shoulders and hair damp from running from the station.

You draw your thin drapes but the red light soaking into the room through the shitty pink things. The light stains them up like they’ve been left bloodied.

Your bedside lamp glows in the corner. Peachy pink from the rosy shade. Your room is entirely bathed in lapping tongue red and rose pink.

You cranked your pathetic shower up high and stood under the warm spray until it drained to cold. Your scrubbed your hair from dripping to damp, and slipped on an old white t shirt that slipped off one shoulder. Black lace panties.

Hair still wet as you padded through to your bedroom. Empty glass of bourbon on the nightstand. Half full bottle. You’ll be dipping well into it tonight.

Today was long. Endlessly so. Dragging you down like you’ve got concrete blocks tied on your heels. Cutting into skin as it drags you down.

There’d been another one. Found tonight way out past skid row, under the 6th street bridge.

Stabbed in the back and left to bleed. A kid. A stupid punk teenager, with his apple green spiky hair, belt chains and ripped spray painted anarchist shirt. Bruises on his knuckles showed he put up a fight.

A bag of weed and ketamine in his pocket. Track marks up his arms. All tangled and fired up in fiery self-rebellion. And it led him to dying under a bridge like some junkie.

There was such a clamour at the crime scene cordon that you got physically shoved aside, and ended up skinning your knees in the process. Tearing your pantie hose. Walking home with blood peeling down your calves. Stuck with muck and grit.

You felt miserable. You were miserable. Another day designed to sink you. All teeth and stomping jaws clamping on your pride and happiness.

You hounded as much as you could squeeze out the cops on scene with bleeding knees burning. Hands scraped from your fall. Not much at all.

Your mood was as far in the gutter as it could get. The shower helped. You swiped stinging betadine across your broken skin and chucked back Bourbon to ignore the grating pain.

You drunkenly shuffle to your small strip of a kitchen. Aqua blue and white tiled lino. Cheap but clean. Your whole place was really. Pink drapes and thick blue carpets bleached and matted with age.

Bathed briefly in the blue light and puff of cold from the fridge. You reach and chuck more ice in your used glass and fill it up with even more brown liquor. Mind swirling away and you let it. Close your clunking fridge door with a sloppy hand.

The booze helped. You were ignoring the irony that after a hard day you were crawling into the bottom of an Old Taylor bottle.

You were supposed to be a man about all this. Man up. Well. You’re a woman and you have to do this job twice as hard and relentless and with double the scrutiny from men. And in heels. So you decided long ago;

Fuck that.

You laid on your bed and thought about having dinner. A sad tin of soup or some box of ramen you’d forgotten about in your cupboard.

But instead you just lay there on your sheets and let the bourbon take you away.

And then your phone rings. Shrills to attention on your bedside.

You twist your head back to look at it. Past your cheap peach satin sheets. Your crappy cracked pink telephone won’t shut the hell up.

You launch over the bed and sit up to answer it. If it’s another call out to a murder site, you swear you’ll quit. “Yes?”

There’s a second or two of huffing crackling static the other end. And then,

“Nasty night isn’t it?”

That voice makes your whirling head sit up and pay attention. Oh that voice. He hears the way skin grazes on your covers. The pull of your lungs seeking breath. That makes him outwardly think of your tits too and he can’t help his mind wandering off into filthy plains.

“Quinn?” You check. Your mind is curling and blurry. But by now you’d know his tone when you hear it.

He bites his lip cause it gets him hard. Rubs his fingertips into the square box of the telephone he’s curled against. Sweat on his fingers chafes against the black plastic.

“Hey Birdie.”

“How did you get this number?” Your drunk mouth blurts out. Your tongue feels all fat and clumsy with drink. Loose- even.

He chuckles. It’s breathy and it’s beautiful. Slips like melted chocolate into your ear through the receiver. It may be a smooth sound but it does something sharp and twisting to your gut. A tug.

“I have my ways.” You can hear his stupid big grin.

“Cop ways I’m guessing?” You counter. He detects a tone levelled at him. Flash a badge and he can own this town. Walk in anywhere.

You reach over and bring the phone onto the bed. The cord of it trailing behind as you wrap the coiled wire around your finger. You sit up and cradle the phone between your ear and shoulder.

Eyes flicking over for a second to that well thumbed Lucky Strike’s packet. The one he wrote in and gave to you.

“I don’t need to go flashing my badge as much as you’d think. I can be very persuasive.” He charms. Like he could pluck down all the hanging stars and set them at your feet.

You don’t doubt that. Silver tongues and doe brown eyes seldom mix.

“You weren’t at the scene today. Worried me a little.” He adds.

“I worried you? You hardly know me.” You state.

“I personally-“ There’s a clink as he presses his hand flat to his collarbone. Clink of a chain. “Think we should change that.”

You sigh in confusion because you just can’t think of what else to do. Is he asking you out? Is he hitting on you? Is that what’s happening here?

“I was at the 6th street bridge today. Up until I got knocked down by the clamouring TV and camera crews and skinned my knees. And then it started to rain, I was getting nowhere so I called it a day.” You offered up.

The blazes up something in him. Sparks churning friction against the liquid gunpowder of his temper. All it takes is a spark. He has to take a deep breath at the thought of you bleeding.

“You alright?”

No not really.

I saw a kid brutally mangled and stabbed today. Skin ripped where someone tore him open with a knife.

I’m fucking lonely in this city and I have no friends for miles.

My job is the fucking pits of Tartarus some days.

“Ask me after my hangover tomorrow. When I don’t feel like a failure. And I didn’t see a dead kid torn to strips. And I’m- sober.” You curse under your breath.

Bulldog tone of yours all snappy and treading the borders of your patience. Bone weary.

“That sounds like a lot on your plate.” He offers. He sounds tender. The tenderest thing you’ve heard in a while.

“It sure as shit is. But I’m not sure I should be venting to a cop about it.” You admit gruffly. Standing up and holding the phone to your ear. Idly gazing at the rain outside. Coming down in sheets, hammering cold at your window ledges.

You pour yourself out more bourbon. Cause fuck it.

Oh, you play spiky and icy and he likes it. He’ll play you into his hands. You’ll be worth the wait.

“What if I’m one of the good ones.” He grins. Licks his lips. Outright lies.

“Don’t play games with me, Quinn.” You warn.

Funny; that was his line. Usually with a knife in his hand edged against a fragile throat.

“What if I can help you out with some private information on these cases.” He leans right in and purrs into the phone. It makes you feel squirmy. Like you’re under his gaze again. That flirty one that gets peered over his ray bans.

“And why on earth would you be doing that for me?” You keep your head screwed on straight. What little sense there is left that Bourbon didn’t steal.

“Mutually beneficial arrangement.” He drawls.

“Listen Detective, if you think you’re gonna get your dick wet just cause you toss me some scraps, you’ve got another thing coming, and it’ll be my heel stabbed in your eye.” You promise with punch.

He chuckles. He can’t deny the threat of that and the thought of fucking you had him harder than he’d care to admit. The glimpse of you he had in his head on your back and taking it. Indecent. Glorious.

“I’m no idiot, Birdie.”

His dark eyes graze through the glazed rain walls of the phone booth. Glass striped with wriggling rain and haloed car lights burst through in reds and searing white. The Porsche sits waiting behind him. Dotted in silver.

He can see you through your window.

He’s across the parking lot in the phone booth. One arm braced against the metal wall. Eyes pinned on the slice of that tongue pink room and the vague shape of you he can see through the thin drapes.

White shirt. No bra. Lace panties. Sat on your bed in that entirely pink-red washed room. Light kissing and wrapping your skin. And you’ve no clue he can see you.

You’ve no idea how bad he truly is for you. It’s delicious that.

“Why did you give me that cigarette packet, Quinn?”

He’s quick to answer. He’s thought about this answer. “Leverage.”

“Leverage?” You repeat like you can’t comprehend the word.

“Over those assholes at your paper who think that you don’t deserve your spot alongside them. Scraping together your sanity for every shot at the front page.” He says.

He cut to the quick. Like he’s torn your skin away to see in. Your dimly lit life with your bottles of booze and your struggles. Somehow he pieced you together so well it was like he had your blueprints.

“You don’t know me.” You gasp out. It’s incredulous. He’s making your head spin.

“I know a lot more than you’d think. It’s my job, after all. I like to think I’m good at it.”

“That sounds like a lot of ego talking.”

“In that case you should let me take you out for lunch tomorrow and see for yourself. Buy you something to soothe that little Bourbon hangover.”

Your spine flashes clammy.

“How the hell do you know what I’m drinking?”

Your head is thumping. Dread curling horrid up in your stomach like dead burnt leaves come fall. Crunching and crushing.

“Like I told you. Birdie. I’m just that good.” He chuckles.

Oh but he isn’t.

There’s a click and he promptly hangs up.

You’re left there watching the rain skate furiously down your windows. Listening to the dead tone on the other end blare. Thunder grazes the valley.

It feels more sinister than it should.

~

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The church is in agreement

∆Fandoms Presented: FF7. One Piece. Gintama. DBZ. Black Clover. Kengan.

∆ A/N: I will add fics if it suits me. The Masterlist is in progress! Dates will be added later!

::18+MDNI::: Dark themes ahead. Links will be in the title . Please be patient for October!

 FF7

-           “And We All Fall Down” Neibelheim!Sepiroth x Reader: He’s cocky enough that he thinks he needs a prize for his glorious, fiery achievement. And he has chosen you, a local villager, as such prize. It only makes sense if he fucks you on the ground he’s burned. Tags: Public Themes, Top!Seph Bottom!Reader, Dub-con, Dirty Talk, Knife play- uh sword play?, Choking, Capturing the flag- so to speak.

One Piece

-          “Stretched Thin” Luffy x Reader: Luffy is known to be one of the happiest guys on earth. He gets along with practically everyone. He just doesn’t understand why you don’t like him. You’re nothing anyways. Just a little nerd that’s going to do the whole project while he goes and fucks around with his friends. Though you are…pretty cute- for a nerd. Tags: Bully!Luffy, Nerd!Reader, Public themes- yes the library lol. Luffy is actually mean and we like it. Choking, Spitting, Degradation, Manhandling, Strength Kink

Bleach

-          “Strength Training” Ichigo x Reader x White Ichigo: Ichigo is known to be a little brass, but still very controlled. But sometimes, he just wants to let loose, he wants to see how far he can really go. Ichigo doesn’t know is own strength, but he’s very excited to experiment on you. Tags: Overstimulation, Rough Sex, Biting, Marking, Overall Possessiveness, Mating Press, Hollow..sex?

-          “Heads up Baby” Urahara x Reader: You’ve spent months picking out the perfect sperm donor for you, even consulting your trusted doctor, Dr. Urahara, all about how excited you are for the experience. What you’re not expecting is for him to take an interest in you…and your future child. Tags: Slight stalker themes, public themes, degradation, dubcon themes, kinda insane urahara…. “Just the tip”, Breeding Kink.

-           “Force Fed” Ulquiorra x Reader: You may be trapped, but its uncouth of you not to eat your food. So if you don’t want to eat, then Ulquiorra will find something to force down your throat, whether you like it or not. Tags: Throat fucking, Captivity, Degradation, Dom!Ulquiorra, Tying up, Dub-con.

Gintama

-          “The enemy of my enemy is my friend” Gintoki x Reader x Takasugi Shinsuke: “The only way we’ll get rid of this feud is if we fuck her to see whos better” When Gin decides to bring you to his rivals property- you don’t expect that its you who’ll be the middle man. It doesn’t seem like its your choice either. Tags: Threesome, Dub con, Daddy Kink, Master Kink, Overstimulation, Dirty talk, Fuck you until you pass out, Somno themes because they keep going. Aftercare.

-          “My Mirror Staring Back At Me” Okita Sougo x Reader: It’s your birthday today, but that’s only because he told you. But he’s going to prove how much he loves you and appreciates your birth first thing. Tags: Stockholm Syndrome, Mirror Sex, Manipulative Sougo, Yandere Themes, Breeding kink. Master Kink, Collar, Dub Con themes.

Black Clover

-          “Oh Captain My Captain” Yami x Reader x Nacht: Being in between the Captain and the Vice Captain of the Black Bulls is not how you’d thought initiation would go. You think that maybe using your power would get you into the group but they seem only concerned with using your body. Tags: Threesome, Using your body as payment, Possessiveness, Spit-roasting, Oral M!Recieving. Nacht talks about killing you if you don’t comply. Demon sex- nacht.

Kengan

-          “Wanna Bet?” Ohma x Reader x Raian: You make a bet with both of them that they wont be able to win a tournament, had you thought smarter- you probably would’ve kept your mouth shut. Tags: Demon? Shapeshifting? Marking, Possessiveness, Strength Kink- more on their side because they like throwing you around. Blood play, just general nasty stuff

Dragon Ball

"Oh baby no..." Vegeta x Goku x Gohan x Trunks x Broly x Raditz x Reader: Mafia AU where your boyfriend who you thought loved and adored you, has run away and put all blame on you for crimes you didnt commit. When you wake up chained, drugged, and a little abused...how will you convince the men standing around you that you didnt do anything. Tags: Gangbang, Slapping, Creampie, Double- Triple penetration, Anal sex, Blow jobs, Choking, Praise, Aphrodisiac.

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Expirenced

Eddie Munson x AFAB Reader

Written cannibal_witchh

Contains: Vulgar language, alcohol, sexual content, and Eddie with a breeding fetish

Notes: This isn't my usual reader x character story. I've been MIA for months do to depression and life. I'm so sorry for months and months of lack of content. And I hope this will be suffient lol! I plan a Michael Myers x Reader soon so stay tuned! In the mean time enjoy some Eddie x Reader!

" Bitch, if you don't give me my jacket!", Eddie laughed wrestling you for his battle jacket. Hands shoved in eachother's faces, and obnoxious name calling passed around for a few seconds. After moments of struggling to keep the patched up denim away from Eddie, you sigh and toss it in his face. " Fine you fucking cry baby.", you teased falling on your back laying on Eddie's musty bed. Eddie was an old child hood friend, one might even say best friend with how close you two were. You cared a great amount for him, afterall, the two of you went to school together. Practically grew up together with how many years you've been in eachother's lives. Unfortunately, you graduated while Eddie repeated a few grades but it didn't stop you from spending everyday with him while you juggled a full time job to stay near him. He promised he'd make more effort this year, he promised this was going to be his year. And you couldn't help but smile at the confidence he flaunted, he seemed so sure.

" Can you grab me some alcohol, Y/N? I think your abuse hurt my feelings and I need to cope.", Eddie stuck his lower lip out sarcastically, and started to light a cigarette. " You're a dick you know?", you rolled your eyes as you saw Eddie adjusting his hair in the dresser mirror. He was in his own world, and you couldn't help but admire him. His arms lifted up smoothing the frizz down while his shirt raised revealing traces of dark abdominal hair. He had a great stomach, and you had several occasions where a shirtless drunkened Eddie playing air guitar performed infront of you. " Ugh, what do you want?", you sighed making your way to his trailer door. " You're the alcoholic, surprise me! I know you have a stash in your trailer, now be a good girl and get it.", he tried to keep a straight face and kept pointing to the direction of your trailer. You shook your head with a smirk and made your way to your trailer's fridge to grab some of your preferred drinks and brought them back over to his place.

" Are you happy, your highness?", you took a sip of your gin and water concoction. He nodded and made sounds of satisfactory while downing an IPA. " Yep, yep.", he popped off the next top of a beer. The top flew onto the ground making a loud clinking sound. "Fucking virgin.", you teased taking another sip with a red faced smile. You felt a slight buzz coming on but not enough to hinder your thoughts. You felt something sticking under your foot for a second. You moved your foot up to see what it was. A packaged condom. Eddie was usually pretty skilled at hiding these around his room. He rarely wanted you to see them. You weren't sure why but you felt ballsy enough to interrogate him this time.

"I'm not a virgin! I've had my fair share of romps. ", he gulped the beer down.

" Is that why this room is stashed with condoms and playboys? Hmm?", you pretended to poorly be shocked.

Eddie looked at you with a red face, buzzing from a few beers but also traces of embarrassment. " Shut up! I definitely have...expierence..", he paused at the last word which seemed to struggle to fall off his tongue. You began laughing and plopped back down on his bed this time pulling one of his pillow under your head. It was littered with the smell of his cologne which smelled of sandalwood. " It's not like you've ever done it! I know, Y/N, you are too picky with all the dudes here.", he tossed his other pillow at you. You smiled big and glanced over at him. His face hidden behind his hair and his eyes away from your's. " Actually...I fucked a few people. Yeah, one of them was Steve!", you joked throwing the pillow at his head. You knew that Eddie didn't care much for Steve so that caught his attention. " No you didn't! There's no way, that kid got some action with you!"

"Why? Are you jealous, Eddie the virgin?"

"No! I just - "

"Yes! Yes, yes you are!"

" Ahhhhh!!", he loudly made sounds of annoyance. You could tell he wasn't actually mad but you caught him. He was definitely clear with a face reading jealousy. You'd never seen Eddie that red in the face, it was enough he stopped downing his beer, besides there was one left on his coffee table. "Hey, it's ok...Eddie the virgin.", you rolled to your side to whispered to him sensually. He rolled his eyes and shoved you playfully. " You know, I could fuck you better.", for a moment it was silent and you couldn't help but sit with those bursts of words. He even seemed surprised with himself.

" I-...I mean-..."

"Eddie...if you have all this EXP, let's see it.", you smiled laying on your back again.

" Woah...are you sure?", he looked at your with a face caught off guard.

"Yep, I wanna see how disappointed I'll be."

After a few minutes of bullying eachother, Eddie made his attempt. He looked at you, no words were expressed, just his body climbing above you. His head lowering to your's as his chain necklace hung from down and dragged across your skin. It was hot, he was fevered from the beer. " I'm going to fuck you better than any of those other men.", he said serious, and his look seemed to grow primal. His eyes dark, his face stone like. And his hands on both sides of you, as he lowered himself down to kiss you. You were expecting this kisses to be awkward but there weren't. They were intense, he was pushing his tongue into your mouth, biting your lower lip, and planting kisses along your jaw. You couldn't help a moan from escaping. " Wanna run that by me again? What was that sound?", he confidently smiled as his large hand slide to your chest up to your neck. He gently put pressure on it while he used it to guide your head up to better kiss him. " Fuck you, Eddie.", you laughed as he continued placing kisses on your lips. You felt your body grow even hotter, your nipples growing erect, and heat was emanating from between your thighs. His hand was gripping a little tighter on your neck but you couldn't manage to focus. From that and the invasion of his kisses to the erection that he pressed against your thigh. He moved his other hand to cup your breast and squeeze it tight. Another gasp slipped from your lips. Eddie. You dared not moan his name, you refused to give him that. He eventually slid his hand under your shirt and under the cup of your bra to pinch your nipple. It grew sensitive between his fingers. "Fuck.", he kissed sloppily your neck, " your so warm.", he licked your neck. You tilted your head back as he continued to tease your nipple. "Eddie...", you whispered as he stopped to press his forehead against your's. His eyes dilating, hot breaths exchanged between the two of you, and his erection thumping against you. "Show me that you can fuck me better. I haven't been fucked in so long.", you demanded reaching down to cup his erection. A low gasp slipped from his mouth, "How long?", he asked undressing you.

"Since junior year, Eddie." A shirt flew off your shoulders.

"You're so hot...I'd be giving it to you as often as I could." His shirt was tossed off.

"Yeah? I've wanted that for awhile." He began pulling your pants and underwear off.

"Jesus.", he grabbed your panties and sniffed them as he admired your pussy.

"Hurry up.", you demanded.

Eddie didn't hesitate, he removed all the remaining clothing on both of you until you finally got to see his cock for the first time. It was a good size, and it was curved to the side slightly. "Wow..." , you giggled.

"What?!", he panted annoyed. " Your dick is small.", you teased, and he knew you were joking, and he gave your nipple a good flick. Mmm. "If my dick is so small, I wanna see you fit it all in your mouth.", he suggested as his eyes darkened over you. You felt your heart pick up the pace. All the years you'd imagine what Eddie's cock tasted like, the sensation of it throbbing and twitching on your warm tongue. It finally was happening. Excitment churned in your stomach. You looked at him and brought yourself close to his hard member, you guided his hand away from himself, and replaced it with your mouth. He let out a soft gasp and his expression softened. He savored the moment, watching you bob your mouth up and down on him. Your tongue gliding against his length as you sucked on him. Spit spilling from your lips and trickling down his shaft. His hand grabbed tufts of your hair to squeeze, his cheeks grew flush, his chest rising and falling, and moans escaping his lips. "Jesus...", he bit his lip and tightened his grip on your hair. "Eddie?", you softly whispered taking his cock out of your mouth and kissing it. "Hmmm?", he responded moving his hand to cup your cheek. "Stick it in.", you smirked.

He wanted to watch you, he wanted to see you on your back, tits bouncing, face red, and body shaking. He kissed you hungrily until you fell on your back. "Hang on...", he reached under his bed to retrieve something. "Eddie, what are you doing?". You impatiently whined. "Condom.", he sighed, patting all over the ground for one. "Eddie, relax. We've been friends since we were kids. I really don't mind.", you shyly looked at him, pulling him back towards you. "Woah...I could get you pregnant?"

"So?"

"You don't care?"

"No.", you leaned towards him and bit his lower lips. His cock twitched, and his hands launched at your breasts. His cold rings brushing against your chest as he squeezed and cupped them. You began to wrap your legs around his hips, and you felt his fevered cock brushing against your slit. He began to gently buck and without effort, he slid inside you. Both of you began to gasp. His forehead against your's as you both exchanged a deep breath. "Fuck, I've waited for this for a long ass time.", he began to thrust gently in and out of you. His hands moved away from your breasts and on to the top of the headboard. He was going at a normal rhythm to accustom to your size, and he couldn't help but want to just savor your warmth. "Eddie, me too. All the guys I fucked...I was thinking of you. I couldn't believe you never made a move. I figured you didn't feel the same.", you admitted as he began to thrust harder in you. The sound of moaning and a shaking mattress filled the trailer. "Y/N, I felt the same. Didn't think you'd like a dude like me.", he leaned in to kiss you. His tongue invading your mouth, spit was being exchanged, and dripping down both of your chins. The kiss was broken, and saliva strung from both of your tongues. "I've wanted you for a long time Eddie...", you moaned staring into his brown eyes. His face was flush, and his chest began to blush a more vibrant red.

He continued fucking you, and flipped you around into doggy position. A hand grabbing your ass and the other around your throat. " Fuck! I want to give you a baby!", he shouted tightening his grip. You felt adrenaline, and lust electrifying your body. Your pussy was drenched, and his hard cock didn't lose pace. He hit harder and harder against your G spot. His grunts growing louder and more agressive. "I'm going to make you a mommy. You like the idea?", he slapped your ass, and you yelped loudly. " Yes, Eddie!", and a finger slid into your asshole. You moaned louder, and he began curling his thumb in your ass. His cock continuing to pump your pussy. "I can't even believe I'm fucking you for the first time. You better be ready because I have a breeding fetish...mmmm...God, your fucking cunt is intoxicating.", your body began tighting more on his cock, you felt close to breaking. Was he even close? His stamina was pretty good. Maybe he wasn't a virgin after all? "Fuck, I'm going to fuck you over and over again. You're going to be pregnant with all my children. And then I'm going to watch your tits get fat with milk. And, mmm...I'm going to savor and drink from your delicious nipples.", he reached his hand from your neck down to your nipples to pinch. "Oh, Eddie!", you shouted, your hands gripping the bed sheets. " You might as well practice, baby girl. Go on, you're going to be a mommy, and I'm going to be a daddy. Go on call me Daddy.", he commaned replacing his thumb with two fingers in your asshole. His knuckles making contact with you, as your hole adjusted to his long boney fingers. "Daddy!", you yelled. Within that moment his cock throbbed, and his hips led. The sound of his hips hitting your ass echoed the room. You were confident the mattress would give or the wall would result in a hole from it. " That's it, say it again.", he grunted, pulling in and out with his fingers. "Mmmm...", you moaned, you were struggling to let words drop from your mouth. He was pleasuring you too well, all the time lost from not fucking eachother. All the time alone frustrated and touching yourself to him. Fucking other guys to the idea of Eddie. " Go on, Momma. Say it.", he began to laugh, and smacked your ass hard. You let out a cry and your knees began to shake. "Daddy! Daddy! Your cock is so good!", you whined. Fingers continuing to pump in you, and his other hand gripped the back of your neck. Forcing you face into the mattress, his hand moving to the back of your head to grab a handful of your hair. Your screams drowned inside the mattress. "God, that pussy, is unreal. I can't believe I'm going to fill it up with my cum. You ready?", he laughed again as his grip tightened around your hair. "Huh, Momma? You ready?", his voice growing shakey, his abs tightening, and beads of his sweat dripping down your back. " Oh God, yes Eddie!", you pleaded, face forced into the sheet, you body tensing up and quivering. An earth shattering wave of pleasure was rippling through you, your breaking point was near. You screamed his name as he forced another finger into your ass and pushed in and out. " Cum. Cum on my dick.", he demanded, his body lowering to press against your back. His nipple and navel piercing brushing against you. Your back involuntarily arching against him. You let out a loud moan as you felt your body break. An orgasm webbing throughout your body, scattering everywhere as your body shook. Eddie let out a moan and you felt his hot cum fill you. " Ah...Y/N.", he moaned pulling his fingers out of you and forcing his dick deeper against you. His body falling ontop of you as he began to pepper kisses against your back. " Oh God.", he panted.

Thirty minutes passed and you two were both laying on your backs staring at his cheap glow in the dark stars on his cieling. You both had freshened up in the shower together and decide to cuddle under his bedsheets. Eddie's wet waves scattering on his pillow as he looked over at you. He pecked your nose and left you smiling. " Hey,", he squeezed you close. "Yes?", you sighed, resting your head against his chest, your finger playing with his nipple ring. "Will you be my girlfriend?", you felt an overwhelming amount of joy in those words. You had spent years crushing on Edward. Years hoping he'd ask the question and tears began welling in your eyes. " Are you sober?"

"The fuck? Of course I'm sober. I want you to be my girlfriend, bitch.", he teased bringing his nose to your hair to breath it in. "Yes, Eddie. I'd love that more than anything." Eddie sprung up from the bed, throwing his head back and forth and playing air guitar. His flaccid dick flopping around and you couldn't help chuckling. He was humming some Metallica song and happily chanting how happy he was.

A knock startled him and he squeaked. After dressing eachother, you two went to the door together. " What the hell, guys? I've been waiting for like an hour?", it was Dustin. He had books under an arm and a bag of dice in his hand. " Oh shit.", his eyes widened darting at you. " I take it, no campaign planning today?", Dustin sarcastically smiled.

You blushed heavily looking the other way and Eddie palmed his face. "Nope, I got a special lady over. Let's try...tomorow..no-no, Friday!", he shouted trying to pull a random date out of his ass. "Dude, just say your going to romp, ok? I'll tell the others it'll be awhile until the next DnD night.", Dustin shook his head and turned his back to Eddie. " Love you, man!", Dustin laughed and flipped him off as he walked away. "Love you too, dude!", Eddie smiled wide and began to pull his hair up in a bun. "Sooo...Y/N, wanna go on a special campaign right now?", he brought his face to your's and began kissing you. The door shut, and he flicked the lights off. " I have a few days off from being a DM...hehe."

[waterless-witch]

Of Knights and Demons

Chapter 6

TW: Rape/Non-con, Dark themes, forced marriages, violence and swearing. MINORS DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU

This is my first ever fic so please be nice to me, I’ve also got it posted on A03 under the same name in case anybody would like to read it there.

Previous Chapter

You wait a bit awkwardly in the middle of the room, picking at the skin on the top of your hand with your nails. “Gin, you may go, I’ll meet with you in the morning and review everything.” Aizen speaks to Gin while still looking down at his work. You have no idea what he’s working on and want to look, but you know better, he’d told you nothing about the happenings around your kingdom, in fact everything you’d known had come from Grimmjow and you were sure that Aizen wouldn’t be to pleased to know that Grimmjow had told you anything at all. He kept you in the manor with little information on purpose, you figured it was to keep you reliant on him and deter you from trying to escape.

Your eyes fall to Gin and he just nods with that same creepy smile that he always wears, “Alright,” He says politely before giving a small bow. He turns to you still holding that smile, “It was a pleasure seeing you again, short as it was, hopefully next time we’ll have more time to actually catch up.” He tells you before giving you a bow as well.

You mumble out a small thank you and nod to him as well with what you hope is a pleasant smile. You pray that you never have to actually sit and talk with him for long. He leaves and as the door slams shut you realize that it’s just Aizen and you, you fidget a bit again, feeling uncomfortable and tense. He still doesn’t look at you and you start to panic again, the air in the room seems tense and you can’t tell if it’s all in your head or not. You start picking at your hand again nervously. “Have you eaten yet?” Aizen asks abruptly, eyes still focused downward, your eyes dart to him a bit wide at the sudden question.

You shake your head but realize that he’s still not really looking at you, “No, but it’s alright.” You say softly after a second. He’s acting strangely and you desperately want to be anywhere else. You can’t help but feel like a child about to be scolded except you have no idea what you’d done wrong.

Aizen’s brown eyes flick to yours and he raises a brow, “I can have something brought up.” He tells you, finally looking at you. Now that he is looking at you, you wish he’d stop. He seems annoyed, perhaps he’s not upset with you but why would he want to see you if he’s upset anyways?

You shake your head lightly again, you’re not too hungry and you don’t think that you could eat around him with how nervous you were anyways. “I’m alright,” You say and after a second add on, “Thank you for the offer though.” You’re trying not to show how panicked and nervous you were but you were pretty sure you were failing. Aizen had shown an almost uncanny ability to read you and you feared that if you were around him much more that he would figure out what you were planning and that was the last thing you needed.

Aizen holds your gaze for a minute before he lets his eyes fall back to his paperwork. “You’ve been eating again, yes?” He asks idly, as he continues his work.

Your mouth goes dry and you have to swallow before answering, you internally panicking in fear, thinking perhaps that he’d found out about the tea. You don’t know how to respond properly so you just answer with a simple, “Yes.” You feel nauseous and if it were anyone else you’d try to leave but you know it’s hopeless with him, he’ll do what he wants when he wants and doesn’t really care how you feel about it.

He gives a small hum, “Good,” he says with a nod. You wait for him to continue but he waits a few minutes before he does. The minutes feel agonizing as you wait, left with your mind running a thousand miles a minute. You’re trying to keep your expression calm and hope you are but you can’t be certain. He finished writing whatever it is he’s been working on, returns his quill to the ink and leans back in his chair with a sigh. His eyes fall back on you and he lets his eyes roll over you, taking you in fully for the first time since you’d been in his presence as he sets his papers aside in a small tray on the cluttered part of the desk. “You look lovely.” He tells you with a small smile.

“Thank you.” You answer politely. You wish he’d just tell you why he’d wanted you here. The longer the two of you dance around whatever it is the worse you feel. Between being in a new part of the manor and what had gone on this morning you feel incredibly uncomfortable in his presence, more so than normal.

“Come here.” Aizen orders you as he pushes his chair out from his desk. You swallow thickly and do as he says, a bit slowly, but you eventually reach him. You try to stand a few short feet from him but he reaches for your hand and pulls you close enough that you dress brushes lightly against his knee. He rubs small circles into your hand for a few seconds before he looks up to you. “I’ll be leaving in the morning with a small convoy to take care of some business that has arisen with the southern houses.” His information shocks you but you don’t say anything, not wanting to give away how good this news is for you. “Tosen, will stay behind in my place.” He tells you.

He doesn’t say anything and after a second you nod your understanding. Aizen doesn’t tell you how long he’d be gone but you figure it’d be at least a week if not more. You might have a real chance of escaping in his absence, your plan is half baked at best and your not even sure that you’d live long enough to make it to where you were going but you don’t know when another opportunity would arise. You’re a bit wary of him, he’d never told you a thing about what was going on, he was keeping vague but still it was strange. Perhaps he was telling you so you wouldn’t be surprised about his absence but you still couldn’t trust him. He holds your gaze and continues, “Loly will be your guard during the day and Ulquiorra will do so at night, if anything happens or if you need anything they will do as told, Tosen will also be here to assist you if needed.” Aizen tells you sternly.

Before you can stop yourself or even think about it you ask. “Is Grimmjow going with?” You try not to let yourself show emotion on your face as you realize your mistake. You don’t know why you’d asked and chalk it up to the fact that he’d be significantly more difficult to escape than Loly and it would be easier for you if he wasn’t stalking around somewhere. You’d been with Grimmjow all day and he hadn’t said anything, he’d told you the previous time he’d left and with everything he’d told you today you couldn’t stop yourself from being a tiny bit upset that he hadn’t said he was going somewhere. You stop yourself from thinking like that and try to focus on what’s going on in front of you rather than what Grimmjow had and hadn’t told you.

Aizen’s eyes narrow a bit but whatever he’s thinking he doesn’t voice and instead he just answers your question, “No, Grimmjow and a few others have another job to attend to.” He tells you. You figure that he will again be going to hunt Renji and the rest of the people that still need to be recaptured. You really hope that enough time has passed that they’ve made it to where ever it is that Renji and the people with him were headed.

His thumb is still running circles on the top of your hand and you realize he’s waiting for you to say something, “Thank you for telling me.” You say quietly, trying to play nice with him. You don’t want him suspicious of you. You’re sure that the question about Grimmjow had raised some alarm and you wanted to try to remedy that as best you can. You don’t want him to be suspicious of you, you think idly about what Grimmjow had said about spreading your legs for him but quickly shut that down. You wouldn’t do that, especially not here, where anyone could walk by and hear and where Grimmjow would for sure hear. You don’t think that you’d ever truly have the nerve to initiate something like that with him, you didn’t want his attention, it always left you feeling awful about yourself and dirty.

Aizen watches you for a while and you try not to look away or shift awkwardly. “You could be happy here, if you’d let yourself.” He tells you softly. You avert your eyes from him, you won’t ever have a happy life with him. He was a murder, a dictator, a liar and so much more that you would never look past. You don’t want to have this talk with him. You don’t want to run through hypotheticals on what could or couldn’t be, because it wouldn’t be.

You might have been able to be happy with him, if it had happened naturally, if he hadn’t kidnapped you, if he hadn’t done all that he had. So you tell him exactly that with a shake of your head, “I could have been,” you somewhat agree, “But not now… Not like this.” You finish with a long pause. You don’t know if it’s a wise thing to say, the admission behind it and the truth of it, but you can’t think of much else and the need to get it off your chest is too strong.

Aizen just hums in response, he takes a long time to say anything, he keeps his hold on your hand the entire time and all you want to do is pull away but you know better than to try and test him. While Aizen had never been particularly violent with you beside the occasional hair pulling in the bedroom, you knew he was capable of it. You didn’t want to find out what it would take for him to snap. “You will be, one day. Whether you like it or not, you will acclimate.” He’s said it before but he reminds you again all the same.

You huff a small laugh, you truly don’t understand how he could think that, you certainly don’t feel that way. You spend most of your time trying to figure out how to escape from him and while you are aware that he doesn’t know that it still baffles you that he thinks that he just has to wait you out and you’ll be fine. “Do you honestly believe that?” You ask him with a hint of sadness in your voice that you hadn’t meant to let slip.

Aizen rises from his chair, you try to step back and out of his way but his hand catches your wrist and pulls you closer to him. One of his arms snakes around your back, the other grazes your check and pulls your face up to look at his own. “I do,” he confirms, voice soft. “You’ve already started to relax. You’ve begun to eat again, you’re out of bed and you’ve even taken to doing some of your old hobbies.” You start to tell him that none of that means anything but he cuts you off, “You also enjoy our time together, as much as you try to hide it or deny it you do.” Your eyes narrow venomously but Aizen seems content to ignore your reaction. “There’s nothing to be upset about my love, it’s perfectly natural. In fact, I want you to enjoy it.” Goosebumps rise on your skin and you have a sickening feeling of where this is going.

Aizen backs you up a bit, and you try to turn to see where he’s leading you but the hand on your face pulls you back to look at him, “I like when you enjoy it,” he says as he forces you to take another step backwards. “Waking up next to you this morning was such a lovely sight, I don’t know what you were dreaming about but the sight of you all needy and wanting is not one that will leave my mind anytime soon. In fact, I’ve been able to focus on little else all day.” You backside bumps against his desk and both his hands fall to your hips. Within an instant he lifted you and sat you where he had been doing his work. Your hands shoot to his shoulders to try and balance yourself, you gasp and try to pull away but he keeps you seated and slots himself between your legs. “In fact that’s why I’ve called you here, I made you a promise a while ago that I’ve yet to fulfill.” You have no idea what he’s talking about, you don’t remember him making any promises to you, not that the two of you talked all that much but still.

You pull your hands from his shoulders and look at him warily. He gives a small chuckle and runs his hand along the material of your dress and down your covered leg, “You don’t remember do you sweet girl?” He asks in a low voice. You don’t respond, he knows you don’t and you really don’t feel like playing his games today. His hand makes his way back up your leg, pulling your dress up along with it, “I can remind you if you’d like love.” He says as he watches the skin of your leg slowly being exposed to him.

You try desperately to remember what he’s talking about but nothing comes to your mind, you know that he’s watching you try to figure it out and he’s waiting for a response from you. “I-“ You try and think of something to say but struggle for the right words, “I’m sure you’re a very busy man, whatever it is, I’d hate to take more of your time than necessary.” You say trying to sound nice and not like you're trying to reject him, even though you are. Your words aren’t very confident and of course he picks it up immediately.

Aizen laughs lightly and you already know he’s going to dismiss what you’ve said before he even opens his mouth. “I always have time for my beautiful wife.” He tells you as his other hand does what his other hand had just done, down your leg then back up, bunching the fabric slightly above your knees. “Do you remember our wedding night?” He asks as his eyes meet your own.

You nod to him but he doesn’t continue, an obvious sign that he wants you to say it. Of course you remember it, how could you forget? You’ll never forget how he’d threatened you, how he’d toyed with you and how he’d laid with you for the first time, how rough he was and how you’d cried the whole time and begged him to stop. It wasn’t something you wanted to think about but you answer regardless, “Yes.” You tell him shortly. You hate thinking about that night almost as much as you hate thinking about the night he’d made you beg for him.

You watch his hands run over the now exposed skin of your leg slowly as he talks, you know what he’s getting at even if you don’t have all the details of what he’s talking about. You know he’ll drag you back to your room soon to do whatever it is he’s alluding too. “Well,” he starts causing you to look back up at him. “I told you that if you were good for me, then I would feast on you.” He finishes giving your thigh a light squeeze. Your eyes widen and you try to recoil at his words, you’ve never done or thought of anything like that and the idea scares you a bit. He's bitten you hard before and the idea of his mouth that close to such a sensitive area has you terrified, if you didn’t act the exact way that Aizen wants he could really hurt you. You also can’t imagine that its something he would enjoy and you doubt that you would either.

You try to scoot back from him but his grasp on your thighs stops you from going anywhere. You struggle for something to say, your face has heated considerably and you’re embarrassed to be talking about such things so freely. “You don’t-” you start still trying to find the right thing to say, “You don’t have to uphold anything like that for me, especially something that seems…” Aizen cocks his head while listening and his thumb is back to rubbing circles into your thigh. You swallow thickly before continuing, “That seems so, unpleasurable for you.” You finish quietly in embarrassment as you look away feeling awkward.

Aizen laughs with amusement, his hand reaches for your face and pulls it up to look at him. He takes in your flushed face and knit brows before speaking, “Oh sweet girl, I can assure you I would enjoy nothing more than watching you fall apart on my tongue.” He tells you with a smirk, “And I promise you’ll enjoy yourself so much more.” He whispers, drawing closer to your ear. He takes a small step back and pulls you to the edge of the desk, “Let me show you love.”

You start to panic as Aizen starts lowering himself towards the floor. Your hands shoot out and catch his shoulders, you don’t expect him to actually stop but he does and his eyes flick to yours in annoyance. Your mouth goes dry under his gaze but you press on. He can’t take you here, you think, not when Grimmjow or anyone else outside could hear. “Here?” You ask, eyes wide and voice stressed sounding. He nods to you, clearly upset with you for interrupting his task. Your eyes flick to the door and back to Aizen, “But what if someone hears-” You start to raise your concern but Aizen cuts you off.

“It’s not as if Grimmjow hasn’t heard you before,” Aizen says while looking up towards you, your eyes widened as if they’d budge out of your head, “He guards you most days until the later hours of the night and I don’t like you quiet.” Aizen reaches up and tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear, “Now love, relax and enjoy.” Aizen's knees hit the ground and he pulls you by the hips until half your backside is almost off the desk, he lifts each of you legs by the calf and pushes your shoes off and discards them behind him without thought.

Aizen trails small kisses up your calf and to your thigh, you flush completely as you look down at what he’s doing in fear. Normally you wouldn’t look at him while he had you but perhaps because you couldn’t see his eyes it was easier. He nips at the skin on the inside of your thigh causing you to gasp and try to close your legs. He catches them quickly and pushes your legs a bit further than they already had been. He bites at your inner thigh a second time but keeps your legs in place with a firm grasp as he does. You again gasp and jerk in his grip causing him to laugh lightly against your skin. “You’re so sensitive.” He observes.

Aizen pushes your dress the rest of the way up your hip and runs his hand down your panties lightly. You tense under his ministrations and can’t stop thinking about Grimmjow outside, you don’t want him to hear you like this and hate the fact that he had already done so in the past. You almost wish that Aizen would have never told you, at least then you could have gone on in ignorance. Aizen gently begins to rub your clit through the fabric of your panties causing your legs to spasm and a quick gasp to leave your mouth. You quickly cut off the sound in embarrassment.

Aizen chuckles lightly and continues teasing you, switching between stimulating your clit and running his hand along your slit and while kissing and biting at the skin on the inside of your legs. Your face flushes and your legs twitch every time he bites at it, your breathing has picked up and you try to keep your noises down but every so often he pulls a gasp from you causing him to smirk against your skin every time it happens. He loves tearing you apart like this and there’s little you can do to stop him.

After a few more minutes of teasing you he deems you ready enough and pulls back, he hooks his fingers into your panties, “Raise your hips.” He demands, his voice has taken on that low husk that it normally has but for some reason this time it makes you shutter. His eyes look up to your own and he smirks as he watches you place your hands on the edge of the desk and push yourself upwards, you don’t want him to strip you further but you know better than to refuse him, he’d still get what he wants in the end and you’d just end up with more pain or humiliation. Aizen's eyes fall back down and he pulls off your panties, he runs his fingers over you before circling your clit again. “Gods, you’re so reactive.” Aizen groans and looks back at you.

You avert your eyes, not wanting to look at his smug face anymore. You’re unsure of what to expect as he draws closer to you. Your heart beats quickly and you hate how anxious and nervous he makes you. You can’t wait for him to be gone and hope that this is the last time he gets to touch you like this. His hand pulls away from you and you stop yourself from whining about the loss of his attention.

You use the break to take a deep breath that becomes a loud gasp as you feel him lick up your slick folds. You jerk hard and you actually manage to rise a few inches before his hands catch you and slam you back down. He repeats the action and you squeeze your eyes shut, it doesn’t hurt and it’s not wholly unpleasant, just strange. Aizen repeats the action a third time but this time flattens his tongue against your clit as he rises. You can’t help but cry out as he does, making him hum against you which sends more pleasant vibrations through your core.

Aizen keeps up what he’s doing for a while, you can’t stop yourself from panting and moaning lightly, as much as you hate it he’s right and it actually feels good to your dismay. His tongue is warm and slick against you, you know that if it were another situation or even if he’d taken you to your room that you’d be moaning loudly and it's work to keep yourself quiet. After a few more passes with his tongue he sucks your clit into his mouth, letting his teeth graze against it lightly. Your eyes shoot open and you moan loudly, you can’t stop the small buck of your hips against him. He groans at your reaction and it sends more vibrations through you that have you pulling your hand up to cover your mouth, you know you’re being loud and you really don’t want to be, especially knowing that Grimmjow’s just outside the door. Aizen reaches his hand up and pulls your own back down, keeping it firmly in his grasp as he starts flicking his tongue against your clit.

You chance a small look down at Aizen which you quickly realize is a mistake, he’s looking up at you, watching every little reaction from between your legs. You shutter and look away and you feel him chuckle against you before starting again. You know you must look a mess, dress pulled up and face flushed, there are small marks forming on your thighs where he’s bit at you. He pulls away from your clit and moves downward, he lets his tongue run along your folds a few times before he pushes it inside you. Your hand slams into the desk behind you as you arch upwards and moan shakily. Both his hands move to your hips to keep you in place as he starts fucking you in earnest on his tongue. You’ve never felt anything like it before and it’s strangely pleasurable as much as you’d prefer it not to be.

Aizen switches between fucking you on his tongue and flicking his tongue against your clit. The knot in your lower abdomen starts building and you know he’s enjoying what a mess he’s making of you, how desperate you are for release and how you can’t stop the bucking of your hips or the whines and cries that leave you. You’re close and he must realize it too because he starts flicking your clit faster and with more pressure, you know he must be staring up at you again but you don’t chance a look down at him again. It takes only a few short seconds before you arch into him and whine while you come.

He doesn’t stop as your orgasm wracks your body and you whine pathetically, it’s all too much and you need him to stop.”Please,” you whine out, “Just wait please!” You beg to unlistening ears. Aizen doesn’t acknowledge you at all and you try to pull away but his hands on your hips tense in a bruising way, keeping you where he wants you. You’re overstimulated and desperate to get away as you pitch forward and place your hands on his head and push. You're not strong enough to push him away but he does pull away and look up at you regardless.

You’re panting hard as your eyes finally meet his and you freeze. If looks could kill you’d be dead at least three times over. His eyes look absolutely venomous and you swallow thickly before opening your mouth to say something, anything to try and soothe over his anger. You don’t get the chance though as he starts talking. “We’re not finished here until I say so, you’ll stay here as long as I want you to. You’ll come as many times as I want you to. You will not interrupt me again, do you understand?” He finishes and you nod immediately, wide eye’d. He squeezes your thigh hard, fingers digging into your flesh in a painful way that has you crying out harshly. “Do you understand?” He asks a second time with a much harsher and angry voice.

You squeeze your eyes shut at the pain, “Y-Yes!” You gasp out and he releases his grip. His hand reaches up and grabs your chin harshly and pulls it down to look at him.

You open your eyes before he can even get the command out which seems to appease him somewhat, “You can push me, you can pull my hair and cry and beg me to stop, do whatever you need to get through it but you will remain here until I am done with you.” He informs you before diving back between your legs. You don’t dare chance him again and all you can do is whine and moan.

You’re an absolute mess as he feasts on you like a man who’s been starved. He’s much more forceful now and uses more pressure to push against you. He’s like an animal feasting and tearing you apart at the seams. It takes no time at all for him to pull a second orgasm from you and still he doesn’t stop. He focuses his attention solely on your clit as his hand rises and he slips a finger inside you. You whine loudly and buck into him and he hums his approval into you. You throw your head back as he starts thrusting his finger inside you in rhythm with his tongue. After a few minutes he deems you fit enough to add a second finger. You’re moaning with every thrust of his hand and flick of his tongue, tears gather on your waterline, not from pain but from pleasure. You both want him to stop and need him to keep going and make you finish again.

You hate him and yourself for what he can do to you in moments like this. Your legs begin to shake uncontrollably as he pulls a third orgasm from you. You pitch forward, leaning over him a bit and grab onto his hair, not to pull him away but to ground yourself somewhat, you desperately need something to hold onto. He groans deeply into you and adds a third finger inside you. You don’t think you’ve ever been this overstimulated before. You’re soaked, you can feel your slick all over both your thighs and his face, you desperately want to beg him to stop. Not that you could get words out of your mouth if you tried.

There’s no way that Grimmjow or anyone else that just happened to be passing through the hall wouldn’t be able to hear you. You can’t find it in yourself to care though, in fact you can’t think of much else beyond what’s being done to you. You feel a fourth orgasm start to build and you clench around his fingers and whine. Before you can though he slips his fingers from you and pulls back slightly.

You whine, sounding more pathetic than you think you ever had before and you can’t stop the small buck of your hips that chase after the lost sensation. His hands raise to untangle your hands from his hair gently, clearly trying not to startle you. Aizen rises to his full height, your wrists still in his hands, “I know, sweet girl, I know.” He says soothingly, both his thumbs run circles along your pulse point and you know he can feel your thundering heartbeat against it. You're still panting as he reaches down and places a light kiss on your forehead. “I knew you would enjoy that,” he tells you smugly. You hate when he brags to you but it doesn’t stop him.

He bends over you more, so that his mouth is level with your ear and he nibbles on it lightly before talking, “I also know how close you were just now,” He tells you as he moves closer, pushing you back from the edge just slightly, “But right now I need to feel you.” He rasps into your ear as he takes one of your hands and forces it on the bulge in his pants. You gasp and try to pull your hand away, you’ve never touched him like this, he’s hard and he looks huge compared to your dainty hand. Your eyes shoot to his as he keeps your hand locked in place. “Perhaps when I see you next, I’ll teach you how to return the favor.” He tells you. You know you don’t want that but you keep your mouth shut as his hand reaches to cup your face.

He kisses you deeply, dominating your mouth as he releases your hand. Instantly you pull your hand away from him, making him chuckle deeply against your lips. His free hand moves to release himself from his pants and you know what’s coming next, you know how he’ll take you. He separates from your mouth as he thrusts his cock against you, collecting your slick on his cock to prepare him for entering you. He looks down at you as he teases your clit with the head of his cock and you gasp. You whine pathetically again and he smirks.

He lines his cock up with you and you close your eyes expecting him to enter you roughly, but he doesn’t. Instead he pushes into you slowly, letting inch by inch sink into you gently. The stretch still hurts but not nearly as much as it normally would and he stills completely when his hips meet yours. “You’re always so tight and take me perfectly.” He rasps. He leans over you and kisses along your neck, he pushes your hair back and buries his face in the crock of your neck where he begins sucking a mark into you.

You gasp loudly and arch your back, causing his cock to shift inside you. He groans deeply into your neck and pulls up slightly, “If you keep moving like that I won’t be able to take my time with you sweet girl.” You can’t help the little noise that comes from you at his words causing him to chuckle. Aizen returns to your neck and pulls his hips back a few inches before slowly thrusting back into you. Your hands fly to his shoulders and you grip tightly. Each time he pulls out a bit further before thrusting back inside of you. He releases your neck fully and lets his hands fall to your hips, he picks up his pace but its still nowhere near the punishing pace he normally keeps with you. You’re panting and moaning lightly with every stroke of him inside you. He moves you in time with his thrusts, eventually he thrusts just right against you, hitting that spot inside you that drives you mad.

You pitch forward, head falling on Aizen's shoulder, he keeps his pace steady and angled just right. You’re overstimulated and your walls twitch around him as your release builds back up. Aizen breathes out a small curse and his hips give a small stutter, “Close again, love?” He asks breathlessly against the shell of your ear. You can’t speak, instead you whine pathetically. One of his hands trails from your hip downwards to stimulate your clit again, you cry out as your nails dig deeper into his shoulders. “Fuck love,” he breathes deeply against you, his voice is deep and dripping with arousal. Aizen pulls your face back with the hand not working against you and you look up at him with half lidded eyes as a few tears slip past your waterline.

Aizen breathes out another deep curse, still watching your face, his thrusting loses a bit of rhythm but his fingers pick up speed causing you to clench on him further. “Come for me love, I need to feel you fall apart for me.” He groans deeply. As much as you’d like to deny him of what he wants you can’t. Your eyes squeeze shut as you follow his command, the hand on your clit quickly moves to your hip and moves you against him a few more times before he releases inside you. The hand on your face wipes at the few tears that fell as he stills inside you. You don’t open your eyes right away, you still panting and trying to catch your breath.

Slowly your mind comes back to you and you can’t help but flush. Your throat is raw and dry from how much you’d moaned and whined and you know that you hadn’t kept quiet like you’d wanted, you don’t want to face Grimmjow again especially knowing that he’d heard all of what just transpired. After a moment he finally pulls away from you causing you to gasp lightly, you can’t help but shiver at how empty you suddenly feel without him. When you finally crack your eyes open you see Aizen readjusting his clothing, you move to cover your exposed core and legs, catching his attention and causing him to smile in what would be a kind way if you didn’t know him.

You avert your eyes quickly, you don’t want to look at him, you never hate him more than you do right after he takes you. Especially when he forces you to feel pleasure from it. Your eyes scan the floor looking for your panties but you don’t see them, you do see your shoes, thrown haphazardly against the wall behind his desk. Eventually your eyes fall to the door, you don’t want to see Grimmjow, you're afraid he’ll be angry or disgusted with you. You don’t know why you care but you do and you don’t think you can take it right now. You feel like you could cry but you don’t want Aizen to know how much he could upset you with such simple acts.

Aizen must see your hesitation as well, he gently places your shoes beside you on the desk and leans down to give your forehead a small kiss. “I can have him dismissed, I can take you back to our room myself if you’d prefer.” He offers. You think about it for a few seconds and as much as you dislike him and the idea of going anywhere with him the thought of someone else seeing you like this is far less desirable. You nod your agreement and he leaves you, making his way to the door.

You hear them talking but don’t actually listen to the words being spoken while you slip your shoes back on and rise from the desk. Your legs are a bit wobbly and you have to steady yourself against the desk for a second. You feel absolutely disgusting, your thighs and upper legs are coated in a film of slick, you hyper aware of everything touching you from your own hair to your dress and shoes. You feel hot and sweaty and want to be anywhere else but you just wait awkwardly for him to return. When he does he loops his arm around your waist from behind and pulls you close to his chest, “Are you alright or do you need a second?” He asks softly.

“I’m okay.” You tell him softly, even though you’re not and he knows that but you want to be anywhere else other than in this room pressed against him. He places a small kiss to the side of your head and wordlessly leads you from the office. He holds the door open for you and to your relief no one is outside in the hall. You hadn’t bothered to check yourself over and you're sure you look a mess. The two of you walk in silence and luckily no one crosses your path. Once you make it to your shared room he opens the door for you, polite as ever, you try to beeline for the bathroom to have just a moment to yourself but Aizen catches your wrist and spins you to face him.

You weren’t expecting him to grab you and you let out a surprised squeak sound, “Where do you think you’re going?” He rasps as he draws you closer, “I never said we were done. I’ve got to make up for all the time we’ll lose right?” He asks. He starts moving you back towards the bed and you try to protest but he won’t listen to any of it. Once he has you in bed he strips you and has you over and over again. You quickly lose track of how many times he's made you come, your face is streaked with tears and you can’t get any words out, only pathetic little noises. You’ve never seen him like this, he’s groaning freely in your ear and rutting against you like an animal. He's filled you three more times since you’d made it back to your shared room, so much so that it spilled out around his cock as he continued to thrust inside of you, making a wet stain in the sheets and you’re so exhausted you feel like you might pass out.

The only sound you can hear is his skin slapping against your own, your whiny moans and his groans. Suddenly he sits back, pulling you up along with him. You catch yourself on his shoulders, he's sitting on his knees with you in his lap, just like the time he made you beg you can feel all of him much deeper inside you and you can’t help the whiny cry that leaves you. Aizen lets his eye wander down your sweat soaked body, you covered in his marks, their everywhere, bit marks and hickies are scattered from your neck to your breasts to your thighs. Your hips are bruised in the shape of his hands. You're crying heavily, you’ve been at it for so long that every bit of pleasure is accompanied by pain and you desperately need for it to be over. You’re lightheaded and your throat is completely dry.

Aizen starts rocking into you slowly and you cry out as more tears stream down your face. “This is the last time, I swear it.” He breathes deeply into your ear, “Just let me have you one time tonight.” There’s not much you can do and your head drops to his shoulder as his pace picks up. His hands wrap around your hips, lining up perfectly with his previous marks and he starts bouncing you in time with his thrusts. You all but scream as he hits that spot inside you, he groans and just keeps hitting it over and over. Broken pleas and whines of his name leave you and you can’t even focus on what you're saying or if any of the words make sense. “Think you could come one more time for me sweet girl?” He asks and even though you can’t see his face you can tell from the tone of voice that he’s smirking at you.

You shake your head no, he ignores you like always, humming as if he doesn’t understand to humiliate you further. You swallow thickly and pant a few times before trying to speak. “N-No, please!” You’re begging again but you can’t find it within you to care, you feel like if he makes you release again you might actually black out. “Please, I can't take it.” He groans at your admission and his pace picks up a bit making you dig your nails into his shoulders and scream. “Please!” You beg again but he doesn’t listen.

One of his hands starts to drift from your hip down your body and you know what he’s going to do. “I think you can love,” He explains breathlessly. “In fact, I’ll prove it to you, just be good and take it.” His thumb makes light contact with your clit but you're so overwhelmed and overstimulated that you feel it so much more than you ever had. Immediately you clench on him and his thumb speeds up, he keeps the touch light but it still feels like straight electricity through you. It takes less than a minute, between him thrusting inside you as deep as he was and hitting that spot inside you as well as his thumb on your clit has you spilling all over him. He groans out your name and thrusts inside you as deep as he can one last time before coming inside of you. Aizen stills completely and your left pressed against him, panting, crying and shivering.

You’re sweating but you still manage to feel cold like he’d sapped all your heat from you along with your dignity. Aizen shifts back slightly so that he’s sitting but keeps himself buried inside you. You whine and you desperately want him to pull out of you but he doesn’t. Instead he reaches for the blanket and wraps it around you back, you don’t move, you can’t move but it does warm you a bit and for that you're thankful. He pulls you a bit closer and his hand rubs up and down your spine. As much as you hate him it is a truly comforting gesture, his hand is warm against your skin and he doesn’t say anything as you breathe and collect yourself. It takes a few minutes for you to stop shaking and for your sobs to subside but when they do Aizen finally speaks, “I need to move you, love.” He tells you quietly and sweetly.

You breathe in a shuddering breath as he slowly and carefully lifts you off him. When his cock finally slips from you you gasp, Aizen apologizes softly as he arranges the two of you into bed how he normally does, with your head resting on his chest. Your legs hurt and you need a drink of water but none of that matters to you as your heavy eyelids close. It takes no time at all for you to fall asleep as Aizen runs his hand along your spine under the blankets.

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You sleep throughout the whole night and a good part of the day. You wake a few hours past noon and try to sit up, immediately you gasp in pain, your legs are stiff and hurt badly. It takes you a minute to fully sit up, even though you’ve slept most of the day you still feel drained and tired as you groggily look around your room. Aizen’s gone but you knew he would be, even on a normal day he was gone before you’d wake but now he’d be gone for at least a week. Your eyes eventually fall to the nightstand beside your bed and you notice that your tea has been carefully placed on it.

You’re a bit embarrassed that Grimmjow had entered your room and you hadn’t even heard him or woken up but you try not to think about it for long. Your throat is incredibly dry and you down the lukewarm liquid. It feels far better than it should to finally have something to drink, you sit there for a moment before deciding to bathe for the day. You're still a mess from the previous night and desperately need to feel clean. Your legs protest as you get off the bed and you have to catch yourself on the mattress once before falling but manage to steady yourself.

The hot water of the bath does wonders at making you feel better, you lay there for a long time just letting the heat sink into your sore and tired muscles. You wait until the water starts to chill before hurrying to wash not only your body but your hair as well. By the time you wash the last of the conditioner from your hair you’re shivering as you wrap yourself in your towel. You debate dressing fully but decide against it and instead slip on a nightgown.

It’s late enough in the day that there’s no point in going all the way to the library, you still have the books in your room from when Loly was your guard. Besides that you don’t want to see Grimmjow, you can’t help but feel a bit mad at him and embarrassed about what he’d heard. He hadn’t told you he was leaving and while you know he doesn’t owe information like that to you and while he had always volunteered it thus far didn’t mean he always would. You know that it will be easier to escape Loly than it ever would be Grimmjow but you can’t help but feel upset, the two of you had been nicer to each other lately and had almost a friendly feeling to it.

You can’t stop thinking that maybe the previous night was the last time you’d ever see him. You brush out your wet hair and look at all your marks in the mirror, you’d be happy to rid yourself of the marks and Aizen as a whole. You let your mind wander and you can’t help but think about how Grimmjow would react to you being gone. You wonder if he would ever care all that much, you don’t think he’d miss you and you don’t really know if you’d miss him or not. He confuses you deeply, he’s nice to you one minute and agitated at you the next, he makes lewd comments and seems like he looks down on you but he also goes out of his way for you.

You wonder how he managed to come to work under Aizen, he didn’t seem like he liked him or even respected him. He gave you a knife and told you to kill him without hesitation and has on multiple occasions helped you behind his back, he’s done things that you know could have major consequences without blinking. You wonder if you confuse him as much as he does you.

You don’t think you do, he seems like he’s got you figured out at least, you’re an open book especially considering you’re basically a prisoner here. You finish with your hair and you think just for a second about inviting Grimmjow in like you’d done the night he returned. You quickly decide against it, you don’t want to have anymore weird dreams about him and you don’t want to feel bad about leaving when you do. You go to pick up one of the books but you're stopped by a banging on your door.

It sounds like someone’s kicking it and you whirl around, “Come open the door!” Grimmjow yells from the other side in a demanding tone. You don’t move for a second and you think about ignoring him like you’d done the first few days here but he speaks again, “Come on princess, my fucking hands are full and I can hear you moving around in there!” He yelled loudly followed by more kicking of the door. You sigh and make your way over to the door.

You linger for just a moment and think about if you really want to let him in. You know logically that he’d just let himself in anyways but at least then you could say you’d done everything you could to keep him away. You think for a second and decide that you didn’t want the previous night to be the last time you saw him even if you were embarrassed that he’d more than likely heard you with Aizen. You can’t explain it but you find yourself opening the door with a small hint of relief that you’d see him, even if it was perhaps the last time. You feel a twinge of anger at the fact that he still hadn’t said anything about leaving and your mixed emotions are confusing even to you.

Grimmjow stands in the doorway with two plates of food, he looks down at you and you realize that you're only wearing a thin nightgown, you don’t look away. This is your room after all and he’s the one that demanded entry. You raise a brow at him in question, “Yes?” You ask with a bit more bite to it then you’d meant to have.

Grimmjow holds one of the plates up and raises his own brow, “Brought you dinner, you’ve been asleep all day, figured you’d want company.” He says it like it was common sense. You were a bit surprised, while him bringing your meals wasn’t uncommon, him wanting to stay and eat with you was completely new and different. You don’t know what to say and simply step out of his way, he strolls in and places the plates on the small table between the chairs. You close the door and stare after him. You wonder if he’s going to tell you about leaving and part of you wants to wait for him to bring it up, see if he will, test him in a sense. You don’t know why you're so upset but you are, he was the only other person you saw on a regular basis, you were angry that he’d leave and not tell you. He’d told you so much recently and it felt almost like a betrayal that he didn't say anything. He looks over at you and nods to one of the chairs, “You gonna sit?” He asks.

You don’t wait for him to bring it up, “Are you leaving?” You ask before you can think about it for long. You’re angry, he was talking to you like nothing was wrong, maybe nothing was and you were just crazy but you didn’t care. You wanted him to tell you and you wanted to know why he hadn’t done so already.

His eyes lock with yours and you stay firmly planted across the room from him. He stares at you for a long moment before answering. He sighs deeply, “Your husband tell you?” He asks in irritation. You can’t tell if he’s being condescending or not but either way it pisses you off further.

“Who else is aloud around me?” You answer back in anger. You know your isolation isn’t his fault, you know you're just picking a fight with him for the sake of fighting but you don’t stop. You can’t even if you wanted to.

Grimmjow's eyes narrow as he looks at you, “Yeah, alright? I’m leaving again tomorrow.” He doesn’t say anything for a moment and you wait for him to say more. You want an explanation, for what you’re not entirely sure of. “You mad about it or something princess?” He asks with that cocky grin forming on his face.

You cross your arms in front of you and your eyebrows furrow. “You’re an ass,” you tell him, you go to continue but he starts in with that barking laugh which only angers you further.

You’re about to tell him to leave when he speaks again, “I’m sorry,” he tells you still laughing lightly. Your eyebrows shot up, you don’t think you’ve ever heard him apologize. “I didn’t think you’d care all that much, I’ll tell you next time, I promise.” He says as his gaze settles back on you.

You shift for just a second as you feel your anger disappearing from within you, out of all the outcomes you didn’t expect him to actually apologize to you. Grimmjow motions for you to come sit again and you find yourself following his instruction without hesitation. “For how long?” You ask quieter and nicer than you had been speaking to him, you feel a bit bad for being so angry with him and can’t fully figure out why.

You reasoned to yourself that you wanted to know because of your escape plan and nothing else. He settles back into his chair and picks at his food with his hands and gives a shrug, “I don’t know a few days?” He tells you, it sounds more like a question than an answer. “Trails have pretty much gone cold but your husband’s are just as stubborn as you are.” He says with no real bite and a roll of his eyes.

You pick up your fork and take a small bite of your own food before speaking, “I’m not stubborn.” You tell him with a roll of your eyes. You look back at him and he picks up another bite with his hand, you cringe at him a bit. “Can you eat properly?” You ask in irritation.

He looks up at you and cocks his head, “Now you’re just trying to start a fight aren’t ya?” He says with a cocky grin. You might be trying to start a fight but you don’t really care.

Your eyes narrow at him which only makes him grin wider, “I am not, you’re just being uncouth!” You tell him with a small hint of anger.

Grimmjow chuckles a little bit before picking up another bite with his fingers, “Nah, you’re just all pissy with me cause you’ll be lonely while I’m gone.” He says with a mouth full of food. He swallows and continues, “It’s why you got so mad about me leaving and all.”

You fluster under his gaze, you can’t help but feel like he might just be right but you’ll never tell him that. “I will not be.” You argue back.

He huffed a laugh, “Yeah you will, you’ll miss me and mope around your room than when I come back you’ll be back to normal.” He says with a wave of his hand lazily. “Just like last time.” He finishes.

“That’s not what happened.” You continue to argue with him, even if you're not fully convinced of your words yourself.

He simply rolls his eyes, “Sure it’s not princess.” He says with a smirk. He lets the subject drop though. The two of you finish eating and Grimmjow offers to take you to the library to get replacement books. You don’t take him up on the offer, you’re already dressed for bed and while he reassures you that everything will be alright the idea still makes you uncomfortable. He stays for a while and eventually you start asking about different places that he’d been, he outright refuses to answer any questions about his own home or how he and his people had managed to take your land but he does answer your more harmless questions. He stays until you’re eyelids feel heavy, he watches you while you yawn and stretch your arms. You tucked your legs underneath you a while ago and needed to stretch them too but you’re interrupted by Grimmjow before you do. “Go to bed princess,” he tells you as he stands and looks down at you. “I’ll see ya when I get back.” He finishes with a lazy wave as he strolls out of the room, letting the door swing behind him.

You feel a twinge of sadness as you watch him leave. If everything goes the way you want it to you won't be seeing him when he returns. You try to shake the feeling but your mind keeps wandering back to him as you make your way to bed. The two of you weren’t friends but you definitely didn’t hate him, he was the closest thing you had to an ally besides Lista and it was next to impossible to see her. You wonder if he’d try to track you down when you left. He alluded that he would your first night here but that had been it. You bet he would, he was definitely capable and seemed like one of the people Aizen sent out to get things done. You wondered if he’d put actual effort in though, he’d urged you to kill your husband and while this was different it was still a form of defiance.

It’s a reliving feeling to know that Aizen wouldn’t be in to torment you tonight. You fell asleep thinking about him and subsequently dreamed about him again. In your dream Grimmjow has you in his lap and facing him, your arms are wrapped around his neck, your flushed and his eyes are glued to your face. You stare into his azure eyes as his hands fall to your hips and he moves you in time with his thrusts and you try your best to buck your hips in time with him. His pace picks up and your eyes close as you draw closer and closer to release, his hand reaches up and roughly grabs your face and forces you to look at him. You moan obscenely causing him to smirk at you, “Fuck princess,” he groans deeply. “Ya like that?” He chuckles, making you whine out pathetically. You’re a mess and his eyes rack down your body hungrily, you shiver in his hold and he chuckles again, he groans out your name and buries himself deeper inside you than you’d ever felt.

Your eyes snapped open, the sun had just begun to rise and you laid there panting for a moment. You swallow thickly, you’re completely flushed and you know you're wet beneath your nightgown. You’re glad Aizen’s not here to find you like this, you have no doubt he’d take advantage of it again and use it to humiliate you. You rub your hands down your face and go to bathe. You wash yourself and try not to think about your dreams or Grimmjow. It was futile but you do try. You wonder where he’s at and who has gone with him. Grimmjow never really talked about his other companions with you and you wonder if he was among friends or if he even had any.

Loly brings your breakfast quietly and leaves you alone. You eat and spend the rest of the day with your books. Eventually you peek out and ask Loly to have different books brought to you and you send back the old ones. She compiles but does so with a growl and a scowl that would kill you if she could will it so. She really seems to hate you but you don’t really give it all that much thought. Loly brings your dinner, you eat, dress for bed, sleep and repeat. You try to think of ways to escape but keep coming up blank. Your window doesn’t open and the hallway isn’t an option with Loly or Ulquiorra at the door. You stay up late one night and listen for them to try and figure out when they switch to see if there’s a break between them but there’s not. They seem to do so around midnight and you save that information for later thing it might come in handy eventually.

Four days pass in the same fashion and you start to lose hope of escaping before Aizen makes it back, you had no idea how long he would be gone for and that didn’t help your worry that he could show back up at any time and you’d be back to square one. On the fifth day your breakfast had just been delivered when you heard a voice from the hall. You pause and listen fearing that it may be Nnoitra again and you have no idea if Loly would let him in. She seemed to hate you and you wouldn’t put it past her to actually let you get hurt. She might just let him in to be rid of you and your hands get clammy.

Luckily for you the voice on the other sides is a women’s voice. She’s talking to Loly and you slip your shoes for so you can pad quietly over to the door and try to hear what their saying hopefully without being heard. The girls chat together for a while talking about gossip that you don’t care about and your husband and where he’s going, after a while Loly makes an offer to the mystery girl that has your heart pounding in your chest. “Wanna bail for a few hours? As long as I’m back to take the little bitch her dinner and I’m here when Ulquiorra gets here no one would know. It’s not like anyone would be stupid enough to touch her with what happened last time and she doesn’t come out. Thinks she’s above us or something.” The other girl laughs and agrees and after a beat you hear them walk off. You stand still for a moment making sure that they’d truly left before moving.

This is your chance, perhaps your only chance to make an escape. You have a general idea of where to go and no real plan of how to get there but you’d rather die in the wilderness than stay here and be a plaything for Aizen. You take a deep breath and slip your shoes back on. You make your way back over to the door, you hesitate, if you get caught this could get really bad for you. You’ve now seen Aizen kill and you pray that Grimmjow was right that he wouldn’t kill you himself. You feel like your heart is going to burst through your chest and you think for a moment on if you really want this. If it’s really worth the risk, you could die or worse. You don’t know what Aizen would do if he found you but you have to try. You know he’s using your name as a selling point for the other lords and he expects an heir from you. While he hadn’t brought up how strange it was that you were not yet pregnant he would eventually and you wanted to be far away when he did put it together.

You do want this, you can’t stay here and despite the danger you have to try, you take a deep breath and pull open the door. No one’s in the hallway and your head darts back and forth, you look around wide eyed and step into the hall. You quietly pull the door closed behind you trying to minimize any noise. You walk through the hallways as fast as you can while still trying to remain silent. You know you can’t go for the front door, there would do doubt be guards there. You think you should have found a back entrance during your planning phase but it’s too late now. Your anxiety starts flaring as you make your way around a part of the manor that you’d never been to before.

You think briefly about going back, you’re debating with yourself as you come to a small sunroom causing you to stop in your tracks. You’d never seen this part of the manor and it's lovely, the room is lined with beautiful windows and skylights that let in natural light in to nourish the vast amount of potted vine plants that hung around the doors. There’s a large wooden table and match chairs as well as a small reading nook in the room. None of that catches your eye though, what does is the small door at the back of the room.

You swallow thickly and pivot, pace increasing as you make your way to the door. You’re so close to freedom, even if it’s only temporary and you perish on your travels it has to be better than here. You’re almost there, just a few feet left, you lift your hand and place it on the door handle, you can hear your blood raging in your ears and you pull the handle down. The door cracks open and you're assaulted by cold air instantly. You start to pull the door the rest of the way open but the handle is ripped from your hand as the door is slammed back shut, it reverberates loudly against the hinges making you flinch. A hard body presses against your back and your breath catches in your throat as you freeze. You don’t move and whoever’s behind you still rests their hand against the door they’d just slammed shut. From what you can see the arm is well muscled, veins pop out on the flat press hand and forearm, your eyes mist but you refuse to cry for whoever it is. The person behind you leans closer, caging you between themselves and the door further their mouth is right beside your ear you can feel their breathing against your neck. You keep your eye’s forward and try to calm yourself, surely whoever it is will tell your husband and you’ll have hell to pay when he returns.

“Going somewhere princess?” Grimmjow rasps deeply with an almost playful tone. His breath is right against your ear and it's warm and raises goosebumps across your skin. He’s so close that you can feel his mask against your face and your eyes squeeze shut as the hand not holding the door rises to your hip. He keeps his hand on your hip and squeezes lightly as he chuckles darkly into your ear making you shiver.

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I don’t let you see

Grimmjow x reader

Let me tell you how long this has been in my notes. I wrote this on April 23 of 2019. Wtf. So like hope you enjoyed cause I know I kept going back to read it💀

Is this realistic for Grimmjow? Prolly not. Did I care when I wrote it? Nope did I think it was cute? Yes

Summary: after getting taken in and given to Grimmjow to work under him, he finds himself falling for you

Warning: use of the word servant, language, slight nsfw but bareeeely

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“Grimmjow” the eerily calm voice of Aizen sounded out from behind him as he looked down at the new person that was brought into Hueco Mundo. “She is yours do with her as you please.

Your head was down as you tried not to cry. Being in the room with this amount of overpowering spiritual pressure was intense, it made you want to collapse and become one with the floor but the fact that you hadn’t had earned you the tiniest bit of respect from everyone there.

You didn’t know what you expected, you had been walking around the deserts of Hueco Mundo when Aizen decided to take you in, saying how one of the Espadas asked for a servant.

Grimmjow gave you a sadistic grin as he walked up to you and grabbed you by the throat. He could feel you shaking under his grip which made his grin widened before Gin spoke up.

“Try not to kill her. She’s nice I’d like to keep her around, if all you want to do is kill her then I’ll take her off your hands” Gin frowned slightly earning a side glance from Aizen and Tosen.

“You’re dismissed” Aizen sighed, waving his hand and Grimmjow nodded before he started walking away, you following closely behind him.

“Follow me” He demanded, turning a corner. He stopped at a room that was across another room. “This is where you will stay, I like to have my servants near by so when I call you from here” he pointed to the room across yours “I expect you to be there immediately understand?”

“Yes”

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“Y/n!” Grimmjow yelled from across the hall and you were out of bed in a second and running to his room to see what he needed.

“Yes?” You asked when you ran into his room only to see it was trashed. You sighed. You had been Grimmjows servant for a few months and you had quickly learned that he had a lot of tantrums. You and him didn’t really talk, there was no need to, you were there to serve him and he was there to order you around so why he wanted to talk to you now was something you couldn’t understand.

“Did you have a family?” He asked after a few minutes of watching you clean up his mess. You glanced at him from the corner or you eye and shook your head. “Friends?” You shook your head again. “Anyone?”

“Why does it matter?” You suddenly snapped before you realized what you did and your eyes widened.

You stared at Grimmjow waiting for him to hit you or something along the lines but to your shock he just grinned slightly and turned his head to look out his window, showing off his jawline mask.

“I didn’t have anyone.” Your soft voice surprised him, it made his head snap towards you. You weren’t looking at him though, you were finishing cleaning up the mess. “So being your servant is better then what I had out there”

His eyes widened at this but before he could say anything you bowed your head and left his room.

After that moment he tried to get you to talk to him, to tell him more about you. Neither of you knew why he was so insistent on knowing about you, him more so because he was the 6th Espada why would he care to know anything?

He quickly became attached to you, something that was unknown to you. Wherever he would go he ordered you to follow and that was how it was in the beginning before it just became a second nature to follow him.

“Damn that Ulquiorra” Grimmjow growled when he got back to his room. You were standing outside his door, waiting for when he called you in.

You closed your eyes and sighed when you heard the crashing coming from inside before a laugh broke out and you knew he was probably planning something, which was never good.

“Where is he?” Your head snapped in the direction of the voice and your body quickly began to shake.

“Ulquiorra-San! I-i wouldn’t bother him he’s pretty upset” you said as you took a gulp when he stepped closer to you, a dangerous look in his eyes.

“Do not say my name women. A low life such as yourself shouldn’t even be aloud to be here. You’re just his toy” he hissed as he backed you into the wall. Your eyes widened in fear and sadness at the truth in his words. You didn’t mean anything to Grimmjow and you knew you didn’t but some part of you hoped that maybe you did.

Before you could say anything the door next to you swung open and Grimmjow stepped out and quickly took his place in front of you. The movement was so fast you barely had time to register that he even opened his door but the next thing you saw was his blue hair and his hands balled into fists as he looked at Ulquiorra.

“What do you want?” He demanded and Ulquiorra tilted his head in curiosity at the seemingly protective stance Grimmjow took. “Go in my room Y/n clean up my mess”

You didn’t need to ask twice, knowing it’d end up bad for you if you argued. You quickly slipped past him and into his room where you started to clean up his room. He came back in a few minutes later with a scowl on his face.

He went and sat on his bed while you silently cleaned his room. His eyes followed you and you could feel them on you but refused to look at him.

“I’ll be leaving tonight.” He finally said forcing you to look to him with questioning eyes.

“Leaving?” You asked and he nodded

“We’re going to attack those Soul Reapers tonight” he said referring to his Fraccion, who he was taking with him.

“What? Grimmjow don’t, that’ll get you in trouble” you argued and he only scoffed in return.

“Only if I lose which I won’t” he waved off but you weren’t having it

“Grimmjow just listen to me! Whatever plan you have could go wrong! This could get you killed” you argued and he quickly stood up, giving you a harsh glare.

“I won’t die and it’s not your business to care about me or what I do! You are just my servant nothing more. Don’t be so naive to expect I have some respect for you after saving your ass just now, that was just me not wanting to lose a good servant” he growled harshly, every word he said leaving a bad taste in his mouth. His heart cracked slightly when he saw the fear in your eyes making him realize he had a tight grip around your throat.

He dropped you to your feet quickly and hopped that would make the fear go away but it didn’t and that hurt him more then he’d like to admit. The last time he saw you look at him like that was the first time you met and back then he could’ve cared less if you feared him or not but now, now it hurt him to know you still had that fear in you.

“I’ll finish cleaning when you leave tonight” you finally deadpanned before you left his room and walked across the hall to yours.

You laid in your bed for what felt like hours before you heard his footsteps leaving his room, he momentarily stopped in front of your room and you wished he would come in and apologize but then you remembered who he was and what he did and you let him walk away.

It wasn’t until later that night, when Aizen came for you that you realized how much you did mean to Grimmjow.

You stood on the side, as Aizen requested, and watched Grimmjow talk to Aizen and listen to Tosen try to argue that Grimmjow should be punished.

Grimmjow, being as arrogant as he was, smirked at Tosen when Aizen decided against a punishment but Tosen took matters into his own hands and sliced off Grimmjows arm before burning it

“Grimmjow!” You screamed and his eyes widened when he heard you.

“No please! Aizen-Sama!” Grimmjow begged when he realized that you were brought here to punish him from the beginning.

“Y/n come up here please” Aizen said in a sweet voice and with shaky legs you obeyed and walked over to him. He slung his arm around your shoulder and Grimmjow watched as he grasped onto his bleeding wound. “It seems you have become important to Grimmjow”

Aizen turned to you so quickly you didn’t even have Time to blink before his hand was wrapped around your throat and a dark glare formed on his face. Your feet scrapped the ground as you gasped in breaths.

Grimmjow went to run to you when Tosen held him back.

“I would kill you but seeing as Grimmjow can no longer be 6th Espada I guess I should leave you to take the damage” he said indicating Grimmjow would take his anger out on you.

He let you go and you fell to the floor, coughing before you felt Grimmjows arm slide around you protectively. You looked up at him to see his eyes filled with worry which made you realize he did care for you. Words can lie all they want but the eyes were a gate way to the soul and you could see right through him at that moment.

“Leave” Aizen ordered and Grimmjow helped you up quickly. As you were walking away Aizen lifted his hand for one more punishment. Grimmjow pushed you away when he sensed the power which attacked him on the back. He screamed out in pain, dropping to the floor as he panted before you ran to him. This time you helped him up.

When you got to his room you led him to his bed where he sat down. Without saying a word you slide his jacket off of him to assess the damage and see what you could do. Which was basically nothing.

The number 6 that was on his back had been erased as if it wasn’t there and the spot his arm once was had already healed itself into a stump.

“Grimmjow..” you whispered softly, touching the new scar that you assumed he got from the world of the living.

He quickly moved away from you and you knew what was to come, the anger he would throw at you.

“What do you want?” He hissed “why are you still here? just leave!”

“I-“ before you could say anything he turned to you.

“What do you want? Do you want me to say you were right?” He asked and you could see the sadness in his eyes from the earlier events. Being number 6 meant a lot to him and now it was taken from him. “Just leave”

“No” you said after a second of silence. He looked towards you and took a threatening step closer but you stood your ground.

“Leave” he growled lowly and you shook your head. The both of you stood there, staring challengingly at each other before you wrapped your arms around his waist. His eyes widened in surprise before he looked down at you and saw your eyes closed tight as if waiting for him to push you away in disgust but he didn’t, he just wrapped his arm around you.

“I’m not leaving. I’m your servant it is my job to Serve you and I haven’t finished that job yet I won’t finish it until I die” you said before he pulled away from you and cupped your cheek causing a frown to form on his face.

“I can’t even hold you with both arms and that’s all I’ve wanted to do for months” he whispered and a dark blush covered your face.

“It doesn’t matter. As long as your here in front of me and not dead somewhere I’m happy” you gave him a soft smile, leaning your head into his hand.

His thumb stroked over your cheek bone as his eyes scanned your face to see if there were any injuries when he didn’t see any he leaned in so his forehead was pressed against yours and he took in a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“I know I can be mean but believe me you mean the world to me” he said and your eyes widened before his face came closer to yours and his lips touched yours.

Your eyes widened at the unexpected softness, you expected his kisses to be rough a dominant but this was soft and delicate as if he was scared of hurting you. Your arms tightened around his waist as you kissed him back. His lips moved with yours and you couldn’t help the moan that came from you mouth when he slipped his tongue in your mouth making him almost lose control, it wasn’t until he tried to wrap you in both his arms that he pulled away in frustration.

“Grimmjow?” You asked quietly when he quickly pulled away from you and walked across the room, running his hand through his blue hair. Your eyes fell to the ground as you thought of what happened just a second before, did he regret it? “I’m sorry”

“Wha-“ He didn’t even have a chance to turn to you before the door was closed and you were gone. “Damn it!”

When you got out into the hall you closed your eyes tightly, listening to him yell out in frustration before a few things were heard hitting the floor.

“My, my he’s quite upset isn’t he?” You looked towards the voice to see Gin standing there, his usual smirk plastered across his face.

“Well his arm was just cut off so I don’t blame him” you said which surprised you, you were never rude to these people in fear of being killed, maybe, you just stopped caring?

“I suppose that would upset someone” he nodded before he watched you walk towards your room.

“I’m sorry Gin-San it’s been a long day. Is there something I can do for you?” You asked in a tired tone but a slightly polite voice.

“I’ve actually come to take you.” He said and you raised your eyebrow in confusion “Grimmjow is no longer an Espada so he no longer has the privilege to have a servant as nice as yourself”

Your eyes widened, you didn’t want to leave. Grimmjow was bad sure but everyone else was worse you didn’t want that. Also the fact that you had gotten close to Grimmjow changed things.

Unknown to you, Grimmjow was in his room right by the door listening to the conversation. His heart pounded in his ears when he heard silence and he hopped you didn’t leave. He couldn’t lose you too. Right before he assumed the worst he heard your soft voice speak again.

“I’m sorry Gin-San but I would like to stay with Grimmjow. Aizen-Sama wanted me to take his anger instead of someone else so I think it’s best I stay with him” you explained causing Gin to frown slightly but he nodded

“Alright then” he said before his smirk was back and he turned and left, leaving you standing there with shaky legs. You let out an uneven breath before going to your room and closing the door.

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As days went on you did your best to ignore Grimmjow only answering him when he asked you to do something but ignoring him when he asked about you. It became increasingly annoying to Grimmjow, he just wanted to hear you talk to him again because he didn’t even know what he did wrong in the first place.

“Y/n what did I do?” He asked making you stop your work “what did I do wrong that you won’t talk to me?”

“Nothing” you said blatantly before you continued to clean.

“Then why won’t you talk to me?!” He demanded before his eyes softened at the only thing he could think of “is it because I kissed you?”

“You tell me.” You finally turned to him and he couldn’t help the small smile that graced his face when he saw your eyes again. “Do you regret it?”

“What? Why would I?” He asked quickly as he stood up.

“Because you pulled away as if you regretted it” you said softly and he shook his head when you looked down.

“No I don’t. I regret getting my arm cut off because I can’t hold you closer” he said and your eyes lifted to look into his again. You let you guard down slightly when you saw the sincerity in his eyes. “But What I want to know now is why you stayed with me. I heard Gin, he wanted you as his servant and you refused. Why?”

“Is it that hard to believe?” You asked with raised eyebrows. “Is it that hard to believe someone cares for you? So much so that I wouldn’t want to leave to be someone else’s servant?”

“You shouldn’t care for me! My purpose in your life is to order you around you shouldn’t care for me” he explained but you just smiled softly.

“But I do. Its as bad as you caring for me, a low life Servant. My purpose is to serve you until I die. You shouldn’t care for me” you said and he went silent. It almost made you regret saying it at all until he let out a breath.

“But I do.” He repeated your words “and I promise I won’t let anything happen to you. You mean the world to me, you showed me a light and helped me feel my heart beat again, I can’t lose you”

“And you won’t” you smiled before he walked over to you a wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into him. He smiled when he felt your delicate lips kiss his collarbone. He moved your head so you were looking up at him and he dipped his head down to capture your lips in his. Your arms wrapped around his waist in a loose hold as his hand trailed down your back. He broke from your lips to start kissing down your jaw and to your neck, you moved you head slightly so he could have more access.

You held tightly onto his shoulders when he found your sweet spot and started sucking on it. You tried your best to not let out any moans especially when there was a knock on the door

Grimmjow growled in irritation but didn’t stop his assault on your neck. It wasn’t until you pushed him away that he stopped and let out a groan before opening the door.

“What?” He demanded the man who stood at his door waiting to give him news.

“Aizen-Sama is holding a meeting and would like everyone to be there” he stated before turning and walking away.

“Damn” he muttered before turning to you “Well let’s go he said everyone”

When you and Grimmjow got to the meeting he stood behind a girl who you didn’t know. You stood behind him as you were supposed to and waited. You looked around the room and saw the Espada who were sent to the World Of the Living were there and Luppi, who was the new 6, seemed pissed off about this girl

You could tell she was scared. Aizen went on to explain how her name was Inoue and how her powers didn’t heal but returned something to how it was before.

“To prove your power is great I want you to do something for me” Aizen said and Inoue stood, waiting for his order “I want you to heal Grimmjows arm”

Your eyes widened as you looked up at the back of Grimmjows head. He also seemed surprised before he looked down at Inoue.

“Haha! Yeah right! Her powers might be great but she can’t heal-“ Luppi was cut off when he watched in terror as Grimmjows arm started to come back. Inoue stepped away from him with dull eyes as he tested out his arm. He turned and glanced at you, smiling when he saw the grin on your face.

“Hey lady, heal this part too” Grimmjow turned his back to Inoue allowing her to heal the spot where his 6 used to be. Inoue did as she was told and healed the spot which made the 6 reappear.

“What are you trying to do Grimmjow?” Luppi growled before Grimmjow shot a Cero at him, killing Luppi instantly.

“They’re back! My powers are back! I am Grimmjow 6th Espada” Grimmjow laughed wildly before Aizen dismissed the meeting and Grimmjow quickly turned to you with a smirk. “Let’s go”

“Okay” you replied and followed behind him to his room. As soon as you walked through his door he slammed it closed and pushed you up against the wall. His hands cupped your head and his kissed you passionately.

“I can hold you” he marveled happily before he kissed you again. Your hands came up to his face to stroke his cheek and his mask. His hands moved down your body before they stopped at your waist and he lifted you up, causing you to wrap your legs around him. He moved you so you were over the bed before he dropped you on it.

He crawled on top of you, holding himself above you with his arms and started kissing down your neck and to your collarbone. Your hands ran through his hair emitting a groan from him before he rolled you over so you were on top of him. His hand ran up your legs before he sat up and wrapped you in his arms, bringing you down to lay next to him.

“ we’ll do that later but I just want to hold you right now” he mumbled and you smiled softly before scooting closer to him, his arms wrapping tighter around you as you did so.

“You mean the world to me too” you whispered before you let your eyes fall closed and sleep overtake you.

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