#lilynette

[yukitoko]

Adult form.

[arrancxr]

Let's give the baby some power and recognition. Lilynette and 85, in which reader is riding her strap on, and they're bickering back and forth, trying to see who's really in charge in the relationship, if it's the powerful arrancar... Or the funky little human.

85. “Why are you being so gentle with me? I like it when you’re rough.”

The double-ended toy stays inside by means of a bulbous, slightly hooked end that doesn’t get dislodged from anything but just the right angle. It’s not all that big, but the curve of it puts constant pressure on a spot that leaves her legs shaky and uncooperatively weak. 

The other end is the right shape for actually fucking someone. Lilynette knows; she’s been the one on that side of it until now.

But instead, this time, you’re the one straddling her lap and slowly sinking down on the longer, straighter end. Your face is flushed. Your eyes are half-lidded with a look of contented concentration, and one more inch of movement closes the gap between your skin and hers. With most of your weight resting solidly on her lap, Lilynette doesn’t dare try to move.

She’s stronger than you, sure, but that’s all the more reason to be careful. Hollows aren’t good at being soft, and the worry that she’ll mess this up never quite goes away. You know what to do, at least. She should just—

“You can move,” you say, and rock your hips just enough to make the textured bit at the base rub torturously against her clit. 

The friction sparks up her nerves and makes her clench down harder— and the reflexive flinch that follows starts the cycle all over again. Lilynette bites down on a whine. Every aborted little half-thrust makes the toy’s thick end tug at her insides just right. And that’s when she’s barely moving. If she lets herself chase the pressure and fuck you properly, how much better could it get? You said it’s okay, but still—

“Am I going to be doing all the work again?” you ask teasingly, leaning in to smile right in Lilynette’s face. “I thought you wanted to fuck me. You don’t need to be so careful. I can handle it rough.”

“You think so?” Lilynette sarcastically jabs back. You know exactly how to provoke her into not worrying so much. It’s almost unfair. 

Her first thrust bounces you up off your knees. It’s clumsy, but the sudden force still earns a startled gasp. She tries again, grinding into the friction at her clit, and she was right— it’s better like this, fucking herself on the knob-like end of the toy at whatever pace feels best. 

The sudden increase in sensation makes it hard to focus, though, even when you start talking again. Trying to tease her again, probably. It’s hard to care about the previous banter when she’s so caught up in chasing a climax that feels so, so close, like just a few more seconds of rhythmless grinding into the unyielding plastic will be all it takes to reach that edge. 

You move, rising up off her lap. Lilynette whines at the loss, but the sound mangles itself into a squeak when your weight drops down and pushes back on the toy at an angle that makes it catch and tug.

[razieltwelve]

Deception (Final Rose x Bleach)

The look on Aizen’s face as Diana ate his soul was one of the most amusing things she’d seen in a long, long time.

“Impossible...” His eyes widened in disbelief. “How did you...?”

Diana didn’t bother to reply. Why would she? What kind of idiot would explain their abilities to their opponent, even a dying one? There was no telling who might be listening in.

But the answer was actually incredibly simple.

Aizen was a master tactician and an incredible warrior. He possessed unbelievable power and wielded it with consummate skill. In a straight up fight, Diana would not have an easy time of it, even with all of the souls she had consumed and the abilities she had gained.

A drawn-out battle would be particularly dangerous. It would give Aizen time to use his formidable intellect, and there was a chance that he would find a weakness she had missed or some angle of attack she had failed to consider. In a battle between people at their level of power, a single mistake was generally fatal.

What she wanted, therefore, was a swift, decisive battle, ideally one that would be settled in a single strike.

Diana had spent more than a century studying Soul Reapers. She knew all of their strengths and weaknesses. For all his power, Aizen was still a Soul Reaper, albeit a Soul Reaper with designs on becoming far, far more. Diana had developed an attack that she was confident could kill any Soul Reaper, so long as it connected at full strength.

And that was the tricky part.

The attack itself was obvious, not the kind of thing she could easily conceal. So how could she hit Aizen with it? The answer was equally obvious. She had to convince him that she was going to miss.

And that was where his zanpakuto came in.

She had hidden herself and watched as he approached the other Vasto Lordes. He could have defeated them without resorting to his zanpakuto, but he didn’t. Instead, he made sure to use it against each of them. It was a sensible decision. As long as the Vasto Lordes were susceptible to his illusions, they would never be able to beat him, no matter how powerful they were. They would be forced to work with him, to serve him in his war against Soul Society.

But Diana knew something that Aizen didn’t, something that she had very carefully concealed to make sure that nobody knew about it.

Thanks to Ragnarok, Diana had absolute immunity to mental interference.

Illusions simply didn’t work on her.

And so when Aizen had come knocking on her proverbial door, she had let him draw his zanpakuto and release it. And when he had reached out and tried to manipulate her mind, she had struck.

It was a single moment.

An instant so fleeting that neither of his two companions were able to perceive it.

Yet both Diana and Aizen had known that what happened in that moment would decide the fight.

Diana blurred toward him, her technique already taking shape. Aizen tried to befuddle her mind with an illusion as he stepped to the side, confident that she would miss and leave herself open to a counter attack.

Aizen was fast, perhaps the fastest opponent she’d ever fought.

But even he didn’t realise what was happening until it was too late. His illusion failed to take hold, and she closed the distance and struck.

And the fight was effectively over.

Aizen’s silver-haired companion took one look at what was happening and fled. His other companion, the blind one, tried to lash out, but his blow was swallowed up by the explosion of destructive power that rippled out from Diana’s attack. The shockwave sent him flying. He might have died. He might have lived. Diana didn’t care.

The attack stripped away the defences around Aizen’s soul for an instant, and Ragnarok feasted.

It was the best meal that Diana had ever had.

Aizen was no coward. He fought with everything he had, even as Ragnarok tore his soul to pierces like an enormous spiritual blender. Even as he died, he inflicted horrific damage on Diana. If they had fought just ten years ago, Diana would have died alongside him.

But Diana didn’t die. And every moment she lived, Ragnarok adapted and regenerated. Aizen’s attacks grew less and less effective and then less and less powerful as his soul fragmented and vanished into the bottomless maw of her Semblance. Kido erased the landscape. Diana weathered it. She had learned kido herself and had subjected herself to its effects countless times to ensure that she could withstand it.

He lashed out with his sword... so she ripped his arm off and swallowed his zanpakuto too.

It was sweet.

So sweet.

And there was something so amusing about having access to powers so similar to Jahne’s.

His last, frantic, efforts involved the Hogyoku, an item she had wanted ever since she’d first learned of its existence. But why invade Soul Society when Aizen would bring it straight to her. He tried to call on its power, but Ragnarok had already robbed him of the strength he needed to command it.

Instead, Diana devoured the Hogyoku as well. The artefact seemed almost... happy to be consumed, submitting to her will as much as the raw, indescribable hunger that filled her.

It tasted a bit like a chicken nugget.

And then Aizen was gone, and so were his zanpakuto and the Hogyoku. She had consumed all of them, and the power rushing through her veins was utterly intoxicating. Her Semblance happily processed all of the new data as fresh templates sprang to mind and her body adjusted and continued its steady march toward perfection.

The storm of power around her began to recede, and she turned to greet the pair of Hollows who had just crested the nearest sand dune although perhaps calling them a pair was a bit of a misnomer since they were really two parts of the same whole.

“Did you just eat that guy?” Lillynette shouted. “Because that’s just weird.”

“We’re Hollows,” Diana drawled. “Eating people is what we do.”

“Not like that!” Lillynette retorted. “That was just... yeah. I don’t know what that was.”

Diana chuckled. “You should know by now that I’m not like all of the other Hollows.”

Starrk shrugged. “I’m not sure you even qualify as a Hollow anymore.” He paused. “But I’m assuming you had a reason for targeting him.”

“He had illusions of grandeur,” Diana replied before smirking and adding. “But deception cuts both ways. He planned to bind all of us to his will, and he had the power to get the rest of you.”

“But not you?” Starrk asked.

“Not me. Well... maybe he could have if the battle had gone differently, but I knew more about him than he knew about me.” Diana cackled. “Kisuke might be a weirdo, but he was more than happy to share what he knew about Aizen with me. I don’t think he likes me, but he hates Aizen. I also watched him approach a few of the others. In a fair fight, It would have been a very, very tough battle. I could easily have lost. But the whole point of picking a fight with him was to make sure it wasn’t a fair fight. Sometimes, all you need is one chance. When so much power is involved, that one chance can be enough.”

“Well, it worked out.” Starrk yawned. “What now?”

Diana stretched. She was feeling wonderful and almost full, at least for the time being. “We can hang out if you like,” Diana said. “It’s been a while, and you probably haven’t had a lot of company since the last time.”

The pair shared a glance. 

“Yeah. That’s about right,” Starrk said.

“Well, don’t worry.” Diana flexed her hands. “With the power I’ve got now, I might be able to make it easier for you two to have company. In the meantime...” She reached into empty space and pulled out several containers. “I brought these from the Human World.”

“Is that takeout?” Lillynette asked.

“It sure is.”

“Is it from that place we like?” Starrk asked.

“You bet.” Diana sat down and patted the sand beside her. “Come on. We can eat and talk.”

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Author’s Notes

Diana absolutely sucker punched Aizen here. In a fair fight with time to prepare and knowledge of each other’s abilities, a fight against Aizen would be a daunting proposition even with more than a century of non-stop feeding and evolving. Aizen is a powerhouse who excels in every facet of combat.

That’s why Diana specifically looked for a situation where Aizen would put his trust in his most reliable weapon - his zanpakuto - because Diana knows something he doesn’t. It doesn’t work on her. The split-second it takes him to realise this is what decides the fight because Diana would never have been able to land her full-strength technique cleanly if he hadn’t been convinced that his initial evasion and subsequent illusion would be enough.

It’s the kind of trick that would only ever have worked once, but Diana only needed it to work once. Her all-or-nothing, one moment gamble also took aways some of Aizen’s greatest strengths in his plotting, preparation, and analytical ability. It’s the equivalent of running up and bashing someone over the head with a rock while they’re trying to reload a gun.

But if there’s anyone who can pull off a surprise like that it’s Diana.

[yoixi]

MI VIDA. Qué bonitos. pero más lyney, lynette siempre con su jetota

su sombrero de señor TT noo, qué cosa

[pastelxapplecore]

I like to imagine the Espadas are all fluent in Span(ish) :P

[emosyzoth]

I'm not alone any more...

[zakuroarts]

[Fake Karakura town battle]

The first time Azurra (arrancar #12 and Starrks fraccion) decided to not do what their packleader says. More on that later~

(I lowered the quality on purpose because of thieves)

Azurra © ZakuroArts

[rukiadriedhisrain]

original

[the-swaggy]

What fun

[basilsimp43]

I'm suprised this didn't become a laggy mess when I screen recorded it...

[incorrctbleach]

Starrk: Getting up at 6:00 am made me realize that 6:00 am isn't a place, it is an emotion. Lilynette: 6:00 am isn't a place at all. Starrk: That's because it is an emotion.

[sashimiprecious]

Ukitake after lilynette tried to convince him to fight with her xD but he's a just chill guy

DRAWING BY MEEE 🤍

[turnbackthependulum]

[In an AU where the Espada family lives in Karakura Town, under one roof, happily ever after.] Grimmjow: *brings home Askin* Askin: Nice to meet everyone. I'm Askin, Grimmjow's boyfriend. Nelliel: Oh wow. *nudges Grimmjow in the rib* You really are a masochist. Szayel: *smirks knowingly* It's not masochist. He's a sadist. Nelliel: Ah right, sorry. *teases Grimmjow* I didn't know you're into bdsm- Grimmjow: Shut up, Nel. Szayel: I see you've finally moved on from Ichi- Grimmjow: SHUT UP, SZAYEL! Starrk, waving a hand to Askin: Yo I'm Starrk, the eldest brother. Actually there's Yammy, but he's adopted by another family. Aaroniero, laughs: More like we kicked him out- Lilynette: SHH!!!! We don't speak about that, Aaroniero! Askin: *awkward laughter* Luppi, studying Askin's features: So, was it the hair..? He does look similar to Aizen-sama.. Grimmjow: What- Not everything is about him, okay? Luppi: And his name even starts with the letter A. Too much of a coincidence? Grimmjow: THIS ISN'T ABOUT AIZEN! Zommari, whispering to Askin: You do remind me of Aizen-sama, though just a little. I like ya. Askin: *awkward laughter part 2* Thanks..? Nnoitra: Okay, I'm no prude, but isn't ANYONE surprised by this?? Halibel: Mhmm.. Didn't those two have a fight to the death or something? Nnoitra: Right... And all of a sudden now they're datin'? Halibel: Nel's right. Grimm is into bdsm stuff. Barragan: Oh yeah, this romance is totally doomed. Ulquiorra:*sips coffee, not caring about what's going on even*

[zoroshonkingbazonkadonkas]

stark my beloved

[shadowintervention]

a follow up

[lawfulneeds]

heh forgot to post